One month into your relationship with Simon, he was set to leave on his first mission since you’d gotten together. It wasn’t a long, just a little over two weeks but the moment he mentioned it, your face dropped, and your fingers curled into the hem of your shirt.

He noticed. Of course he did.

That night, he handed you a small black box, thumb brushing over your knuckles when you took it with hesitant fingers. A vibrator.

“Figured you’d need somethin’ to keep busy while I’m gone,” he said, half teasing, though the look in his eyes was anything but light.

You only nodded, biting your lip, avoiding his gaze.

“What’s wrong, birdie?” he asked gently, tilting your chin up with the curve of his knuckle.

You hesitated, cheeks burning. “I’ve just… never made myself cum before.”

He stared at you for a second longer before standing up, pulling you with him, murmuring, “C’mon then. Let’s fix that.”

He positioned you in front of your bedroom mirror, body bare, knees weak, thighs trembling already just from the heat of his gaze. One of his hands held your jaw in place, fingers curled under your chin, forcing you to watch.

“Eyes open, love,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear.

“Want you to see how your body works, how it should be touched.”

His other hand moved between your thighs, fingers pressing slow circles into your clit. You whimpered, eyes fluttering, only for him to tighten his grip on your face.

“Watch,” he chuckled. “See that? That’s how you like it, yeah?”

His fingers sank into you slowly, then faster, curling just right. Over and over, until your knees buckled and your breath hitched sharp in your throat. And when you finally came, gasping against the glass, he kissed your shoulder and hummed, “That’s it, lovie. Just like that.”

You got up, staggering toward the bed, legs shaking, ready to collapse into the mattress.

But Simon caught your wrist and gently tugged you back.

“Where you goin’, birdie?” he asked with a light chuckle. “I still gotta teach you how to cum on a vibrator.”

He guided you back down, spreading your legs, eyes wide as he held the toy up, his smirk lazy heavy with promise.

Maybe you really did need the lesson.

Or maybe Simon just had a thing for mirror sex.

Maybe Simon just loved his birdie too much and the thought of being away from you already ached more than he’d admit.

Either way, you weren’t getting any sleep that night.

cw: slightly toxic dynamic, shameless smut, pussy pronouns (not personified pussy, thank you tojisteddy for teaching me that), possessive sex, implied age gap (reader mid-20s, Keegan mid-40s), sorta public sex, mirror sex, dumbification

Dilf!Keegan who's a munch. That man will not come away from that sweet little pussy of yours; he'll eat you until you're crying, until you're squirming and trying to push him away because you're just so sensitive. And he'll coo at you, pulling away, mouth covered in you, "Aw, I know, princess, Too much for you, isn't it?" His sympathy is all a fad because he'll grin and say, "I'm not fuckin' done eating," before dipping his head back between yours thighs and lapping at your clit like a thirsty mutt.

Dilf!Keegan who still makes a point to make sure you know that your pussy isn't yours. No, he'll reiterate it until he's blue in the face: she's mine; I'm the one who has her gushin', I'm the only one who knows how to please her. Not you and definitely no other man, you hear that, baby? And when you nod in response, too fucked out to give him a proper answer, he'll bark out a laugh, "That's fuckin' right, princess."

Dilf!Keegan who has no issue threatening other men. He sees someone talking to you when you're out for dinner?

He'll be running before he even has the opportunity to ask you a question. A waiter being too nice to you in the restaurant? He's got a hand on your wrist and is pulling you to the nearest bathroom and fucking you there and then. He'll have you in front of the mirror, salt-and pepper fringe hanging in his face as he thrusts into your cunt, hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to look at yourself. "He couldn't make your little cunt cream round his cock, could he? No, he fuckin' couldn't; she needs me. My cock. No one else's. Fuuuuccckkk, that it's it, baby girl, cream all my thick fuckin' cock, fuck, you messy fuckin' girl"

And when you limp out of the bathroom afterwards, he grins to himself when the waiter can't even look you in the eye.

Compiling some cod drawings

Y/n: (soft tone) “Who’s my good boy? Hm? You’re my good boy~”

Everyone else in the room Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost froze mid-conversation.

Soap blinked. Gaz glanced up from his phone. Price looked up from his paperwork. Even Ghost paused mid-cleaning his rifle.

For a solid two seconds, the entire room thought the same thing but didn’t dare say it out loud:

“Me.”

Then the shepherd barked happily, snapping them out of it.

Soap: (mutters) “Lucky bastard.”

Gaz: (gruffly) “Get a grip, MacTavish.”

Price: “Not gonna lie, thought y/n was talkin’ to me for a sec.”

Ghost: (under his breath) “Wasn’t talkin’ to you.”

Y/n, completely oblivious, just smiled and kept scratching behind the dog’s ears.

“Good boy.”

And once again…

Keegan randomly mumbling, “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” When you’re sleep in his arms or something when you’re both like 18.

And you do in fact, spend the rest of your life with him.

There was a tipping point (there always is) but never an end, always the first to apologize. So timid trying to hold your hand when the words fall from his lips, ‘I’m sorry.’ A man who can be nonchalant with everyone but he can’t help but stare at you for a life time. The love and longing in his blue eyes, pupils dilating as he becomes memorized by you again.

Whether it be when you wake up, scratching yoru stomach in a scarf, blinking through the sunlight that hurt your eyes. Or the way you hold him even close be it just randomly or after a fight, the way you dance around the house playing your favorite songs, terrible singing he only encourages to sing louder. The way you don’t have an issue with correcting him, all while he slides a hand to the small of your back and kiss all over your face. Spontaneous trips when he’s free or how you just get so soft with him. Want to do the mundane or some scrapbooking with him. Listen to him talk all day long about his favorite art work.

He’s imagined so many different variations of the house with the white picket fence for you, maybe one day as he stares at the side of your face it’s some 3 bedroom lake house, with a dog or two, quiet evening by the fire or when he sees you all dressed up for a date. Taking the lead and guiding him through the city, it’s some small apartment but it’s cozy, the two of you, a little Terrace for grilling, take the little baby to the park so they can run around in the grass. Or when he’s done making love to you, the after glow on your body as he wipes you down, it’s that classic house, 4 bedroom, one for a shared office, two for the kids who are causing havoc, one for you both to share. Sneaking long kisses before your kids are dragging you off to play in the quaint back hard. Letting them climb all over him while you watch not so far away giggling uo a storm, pointer on how to defeat the dragon he’s become for them.

Stupid in love, always in love, let the years go by yout yout hair turns grey with wrinkles and frown lines and the whole galore, and Keegan would find a new way to love you, to be in love with you. Want to explore that pretty kind of you’re all over again. Nuzzle his head in your curly hair full of products, bring you another plate of food, footsie at dinner with the grandkids—

“Keegan!” You call out to him, snapping in his face. “Are you listening or not? I’m feelin alone in the conversation.” You laugh off, falling back against the armchair of the couch.

His eyes soften, cheeks becoming red whilst he grabs a decorative pillow to hide his face. He peeks his eyes at you, drawn to that beautiful face of yours. Smirking with your eyebrow raised.

“Just… your my everything Dollface, think you’ve got my heart pounding just from looking at me for so long.”

You laugh, playfully nudging him, “You’re joking.”

The pillow squeeze in his hand, can’t help the corners of his lips curving upward, “There it goes again.”

after everything the man has been through he deserves someone that loves him the right way. someone who sees past the flaws, the scars, the darkness that has embedded itself into his mind.

words of affirmation don’t have to be spoken to one another. the two of you just know how the other feels just through their actions or even just the look on their face, the glint of light behind the others eyes as your gazes meet.

he makes you laugh with his occasional morbid jokes or jokes that most wouldn’t find funny, and in return you do the same for him. your laughter is contagious to him. it makes the corners of his lips twitch into a smile that makes your heart beat just a bit faster. has your face brightening in a way that has him asking, “y’alright, love?”

you both meet each other in the middle. not everything is thrown onto one person: laundry, the dishes, you name it. you and simon help each other, work as a team because that’s what partners do. nothing is ever done alone.

he loves the stories about your day no matter how minuscule they may seem to you. they are everything to him. he loves the crinkle at the edges of your eyes when you have a bright smile spreading wide across your face. he loves your mind, how intelligent you are, how you help remind him of things that he so easily forgets.

but most of all he loves how gentle you are. and he’ll always feel like he doesn’t deserve it. he’s a bad man isn’t he? he’s taken the lives of countless people and yet here you are preparing the man a plate full of your amazing food, warming his bed, and standing with that sparkle in your eyes by the front door when he comes home.

those tendrils that sit in waiting at the back of his mind slowly creep in every so often and it’s like you can see them with those sharp, knowing eyes of yours. the second you spot them you’re shooing them away with a kiss to his brow bone, nuzzling just a bit closer to him in bed until it feels like he might consume you whole with how big he is.

when you finally relax into him, your lips pressed against his temple, he just barely makes out, “everything will be alright.”

and he knows then and there that he does deserve you, that he does deserve your laughter, your smiles, the warmth you bring him, and your kindness.