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In which Keegan is a badass and rescues us, the girlies

F!Reader (Vanguard/Van)x Keegan

Because we deserve more of this man. Also SUPER indulgent ok. i need this because fuck this week, i need a big strong scary masked man to hold me and cuddle me for warmth

The snow fell and in the sea of white, Van had never felt so alone. She wheezed and curled up tight, trying her very best to keep her breaths steady, lest any scouts see the puffs of air desperately clawing their way out of her throat and into the air.

She huddled into herself. Fuck, it was cold.

The battery on her radio had long gone out. Van cursed herself for not bringing extras or charging it, but there wasn't signal all the way out here anyway. Van was told it was an easy mission, an in and out. Of course, the quickly changing and unpredictable weather of the mountains came in the way.

She closed her eyes and sunk into sleep. Perhaps this was her last mission, but Van knew it was a job well done.

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Jolts stirred her in and out of sleep. Someone wrapping arms around her. The cold biting her cheeks. A deep voice.

Finally, warmth. Or whatever warmth was in negative temperatures.

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Her head lulled to the side, and she leaned back into the source of warmth, eyes blinking. "Ugh."

"Shh." The voice came from the heat enveloping her. "Don't speak, sweetheart."

Vanguard blinked. "Russ?"

A pause. A chuckle. "Yeah, Van. Had us worried sick."

She hummed, but said nothing. She didn't want to move, to stir. Oddly enough, she was rather comfortable. "Sorry."

"Yeah, you should be." The fabric of his mask brushed on her head, and he tugged her closer. "Body heat-"

"I know." She shivered, and it resulted in him pulling her closer. It had been involuntary, but she liked the outcome. "Warmer." She paused briefly. "Am I dying?"

He sighed, and she could practically see him rolling his eyes behind her back. "No. Now shut up. Talking takes energy. And you don't have a lot of it."

She exhaled shakily, eyes adjusting to the orange of the lamp. It didn't give off heat, but the image made her feel warmer. "Okay," She said, because that was all she really had the energy to say. She had questions- the fear in his voice between carrying her, what she could recollect.

Don't fucking do it, Van. Don't die on me. Damnit. You still owe me a drink.

"I owe you a drink." She verbalized, and his chin brushed her head.

"Nah. You don't," He whispered. "If you live you'll never owe me again. Promise." His fingers tightened around her, keeping her close to him. "I'll get the next round."

She mumbled something, her brain still fuzzy. The fondness in his voice and the softness in his words were for questions tomorrow. He said something about pickup coming soon, that they would be picked up soon.

But until then, she decided, she would lay with him, enjoy it, and not question the feelings unfreezing her heart.

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you can call boys “beautiful princess” if you want. its not against the law

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

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Not just a “x reader” fic, but a “x reader” fic where reader has my physical and personality traits AND it’s my fave?! Ugh makes a girl feel like she will never go hungry again. Fanfic writers cooking us up MEALS. I love you guys 💜

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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simon riley fucks in front of a mirror to show off the size difference

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SIMON "GHOST" RILEY Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

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New Military Express headliner - Task Force 141

(ref ⬇️)

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Thinking of Ghost carting around a tiny notebook, it’s basically a keychain that hangs from his belt loop. The kicker? It’s cute. Like, uncharacteristically so, for a man like Ghost that is.

It’s fucking pink. With goddamn glitter and a cat on it. With a small, pink pen to match!

Everyone who’s seen the keychain all think they’re having a damn stroke seeing the stupid thing for the first time. It’s so small, like if was meant for a kid, so what the hell is a Lieutenant doing with a fucking keychain notebook?

The purpose is debated to this day. To keep track of all he kills in the field? Marking losses? Reminders for the future? Fucking journaling his feelings?? No one even know if Ghost ever uses it, but are well aware that the man is strangely protective of his notebook, like some sort of rabid dog. snapping at anyone who tries to take it, and god forbid someone touches it. At least they know he’s aware of the pink notebook.

But the real reason Ghost even has it? Why would he even carry such a dainty, childish thing like that? How could he even manage to write so small with such large, almost clumsy fingers?

It’s where he writes his jokes.

It’s his fucking personal joke book.

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TW- ED

There is no such thing as “bad” food. You are allowed to enjoy food. Sweets, veggies, fried food, fruits, chips, juice, water, soda, pasta, cheese, etc. FOOD HAS NO MORALS. Just take care of yourself. Too much of anything is bad for you- even “healthy” foods.

carbs are my best friends actually. i love rice and pasta and potato and bread and i don’t think “evil food” exists

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This is the softest sweetest mushiest fluffiest fluff I have ever read oh my goodness I’m melting

@yawnderu thank you for your service

this is so silly but imagine ghost making love to fem reader and her randomly getting the hiccups- at the first hiccup he'd ask if she was okay and right has she answers yes she hiccups again and he just start giggling because he thinks its cute and silly

“Y'okay?” Simon tries his best not to laugh at the high-pitched noise leaving your lips every few seconds, pressing his lips into a thin line as you nod your head... only for another hiccup to escape.

Simon's hips halt, brown eyes staring deep into yours before he presses gentle kisses all over your skin, not minding the thin layer of sweat covering it— not when he's the one who caused it. Your little giggles make the moment even more tender, basking in the intimacy that comes from making love to you.

His forehead presses against yours, allowing you a much better look at his dilated pupils, gaze full of passion and vulnerability— only to accidentally crash your forehead against his the moment a much louder and high-pitched hiccup causes your body to move. Your hands immediately cup his cheek, wide eyes full of panic as you check for any marks on his pale skin.

“Simon! I'm so sor—” You don't even get the chance to apologize properly before Simon's eyes crinkle, his features much more relaxed than what you've ever seen, the corners of his chapped lips tilting up into a smile as he lets out a laugh, unable to hold himself back despite the hit he just took to the forehead.

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sorry im so cute and stupid!! what are you going to do? fuck me about it?

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könig with a petite!reader

cw; size difference, size kink, reader is described as petite, dom!könig x afab!reader. MDNI 18+

könig loves watching you struggle. he adores the sight; your eyes glisten as you ease yourself down onto his weeping dick, attempting to ride him for the first time. his shaft is glossy and swollen inside of your pretty cunt, twitching inside of your sticky sex with pearly, glassy drops of your pleasure coating his shaft. perhaps könig gets off to your size difference a little too much, obsessed with your small cunt wrapped around his meaty, girthy dick, the tightness leaving him fucked-out stupid and breathless.

your sounds are pathetic and full of struggle and pain. despite the burn between your thighs, you're left moaning and mewling like a pup in heat, könig's large hands gripping your waist firmly to hold you still, pushing you further down onto his lengthy dick in the hopes that you'll take nearly every inch of his dick. you whine out needily, your hands small in contrast to könig's as you bury them in his locks of ginger hair, feeling the tip of his weeping dick nuzzle against your cervix.

könig likes to tease you for being short. he can't keep his filthy, perverted gaze off of you when you're wearing a t-shirt of his, the smell of his cologne sticking to your skin. it leaves him beyond feral with his hard boner drooling inside of his boxers. he lifts you up and pushing you against the wall, pushing his t-shirt up so he can have access to your bare cunny, before sliding his bulbous dick into your folds while he praises you for being so quiet and still, for not squirming despite the throbbing pulse between your legs.

könig will thrust and rock his broad, thick hips against you slowly while you tremble and stumble over your words, struggling to take someone of his size. each gentle thrust causes a moan to flow from your lips, tears running down your cheeks, and a sticky, creamy mess left between your supple thighs. you can feel könig's firm grip on your tight rear, his grasp bound to leave indents and marks along your skin. könig fucks his hot and lengthy dick into your wet, slick hole while you mewl out through the delirious sensation and the pounding ache.

“that’s it, little lamb... relax into my touch and take whatever i offer you, schatzchen.”

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This one youtuber is making polls asking who would win between Arthur Morgan and different insanely powerful characters and he keeps winning until it gets to Tuberculosis. Reason being because he can't use deadeye on it.

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I remember my English teachers always saying “2nd person perspective writing is something you’ll almost never see.” Okay, tell that to the thousands of reader-insert smutty fanfics I read on a daily basis.

#fanfic #archive of our own

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how come i start looking like a literal OGRE when my period is near

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you’re sitting beside johnny with his arm thrown over your shoulders so occasionally he squeezes your tit i think

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i think Ghost stares into your soul intensely as he eats you out and König’s eyes crosses like the slut he is as he cums in his boxers.

thank you for listening my tedx talk.