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Final Girl — Slasher!Keegan P. Russ x Reader (2/?)

cw: stalking, noncon. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Your life was never meant to be a punishment.

"Are you listening?" The man in front of you asks the moment your gaze starts to drift off for the third time since you arrived at the office.

"Sorry. What did you say?" The dark circles around your eyes make you resemble a raccoon more than a human, the memories of your friends dying and their blood splattered all around the pale wallpapers. Images of nature that were supposed to be remembered as calming do the exact opposite, forever engraved in your broken psyche.

"Do you remember anything about the suspect?" The detective's voice is calm, laced with nothing but pure understanding and compassion, a man too passionate about what he does— and the man you're about to lie to, delaying the investigation of your friend's death just to save your own ass.

"Nothing other than what I've told you, sir. Everything is just so..." The pregnant pause makes him fidget with the pen in his hand, grey eyes focused on the way you look away from him, eyes squinting as you try to recall memories from that night, memories that are so painful he can see it written all over your face, making him feel a pang of guilt.

"It's okay. Call me if you remember anything else, yeah?" His warm hand rests on your shoulder after you get up, trying his best to give you a reassuring smile that is only met with weary eyes, making your way out without saying anything. There's hesitation in your steps, your heart almost beating out of your chest the moment you stop walking and look over your shoulder, briefly meeting his curious gaze.

“He had brown eyes.” Mr. Smith doesn't waste any time on adding the information to his notes, only making the guilt spread all over your insides like black mold, taking over what used to be your soul— it's all his now.

Your life was never meant to be a punishment, yet what do you call seeing the man who killed your friends everywhere you go? He's been taking over your entire life no matter how much you try to push the memories away, no matter how much you try to forget it all happened, only serving as a constant reminder that you didn't do enough.

Dreams colliding with reality isn't something new, yet your nightmares are so realistic that it almost feels like you were there. Even while you were hidden away in a dark closet, you can see your friends struggling against the much bigger, armed man, innocent bodies butchered while they were alive, a mess of limbs spread all over the rented cabin, blank eyes always staring at you, watching you run away and leave them behind.

Were you losing your mind? It all seems so real, to the point you're not even convinced you only saw your best friend die. Are you sure you didn't peek the kitchen the moment you cowardly decided to escape? The kitchen was blocked by a wall, and yet.

Cold water splashes all over your face, feeling the softness of your palm rub the skin, trying to come back to reality, to remind yourself that it's impossible to have seen the other bodies. The crime scene report is repeated over and over like a mantra, serving as a permanent reminder that you weren't there. No, not when only a body was found in the living room.

The person looking back at you in the mirror is a far cry from who you used to be. The dark circles in your eyes resemble more a dead girl walking than a real, healthy body, and perhaps that's what you are. If it weren't for the constant feeling of crippling dread and the tears spilling down your cheeks like a broken dam, you could've fooled a mortician.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the vanity brings you back to reality from your trip to Self-Pity Land, slapping some more water on your sweaty face before deciding to take a peek at the screen.

1:38 PM.

From: Ali💗

Almost there.

It's enough to make you scurry around the room, applying enough makeup to not make your friend worry, knowing that she wanted to get you out of the house just to give you a worthy distraction.

For what seems like the first time in forever, the corners of your lips tilt up into a smile the moment your friend wraps her arms around you, holding you close despite the odd stares you're getting from the people in the diner.

“Hey, you.” Her cheerfulness was contagious, to the point that even if only for a second, you get a sense of normalcy. A sense of community, despite your own feelings about the entire situation.

Your friend can talk for two. Something that you never noticed until now, listening to her ramble about anything and everything for the past hour. In a way, it gave you the chance to dissociate in peace, the words mixing together to the point they barely made sense anymore, completely entering one ear and leaving the other.

“He's looking at you.” Alina says in a teasing whisper, nudging you with her elbow. You give her a confused glance until she looks between the man and you, giving you the look.

Your gaze connects with a pair of baby blue eyes, forcing a sharp pain to cut through your soul. His eyes look too familiar, resembling the pair you see every single day in your nightmares. His entire demeanor screams ''cocky bastard'', manspreading on the seat of the table across from you, his arm propped up on the backrest.

“Awful timing, but I have to go.” Alina says with a small frown, though it quickly changes to a little smug smirk the moment she realizes the man is still looking at you. If she even notices your pleading gaze, it goes completely ignored as she gets up from the booth, giving you a strong, goodbye hug— and the stare from the man makes it clear that it might be the last one.

“Get some.” She teases in a whisper, quickly making her way out of the diner after paying for your drinks. You feel the urge to empty your stomach, yet there's barely anything there, only the slow-growing sense of pure dread the longer you keep staring at each other. Even when you force yourself to look away, you can see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, almost able to tell he has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Leaving a halfway done drink behind, you make your way out of the diner, hoping that being out with more witnesses can save you. Is that really him? You barely got the chance to see his eyes yet you never saw his face, starting to doubt yourself the longer your tired feet drag you around the street. He could be an innocent man falling victim of your trauma, simply looking to get laid— you could probably use that, too, yet his icy stare and cocky grin is carved into your damaged mind.

“Need a ride?” A deep, gravely voice offers, nearly giving you a heart attack the moment your eyes meet his. Your hand goes up to your chest, trying to calm your fast-beating heart even when he gives you a reassuring, charming smile.

“No, thank you.” Your tone is far too polite and kind, still wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt despite the fight or flight screaming at you to flee— to get away from the man you're now convinced is the same masked man who murdered your friends.

“Get in the fucking car, princess.”

The charming smile he was shooting your way is gone within a second, his icy gaze piercing through your soul now that he knows you saw through his bullshit. Your gaze drifts down to the hand lifting a part of his shirt up, revealing part of his dark, happy trail— and his handgun.

There's hesitation in your steps as you walk to the passenger's seat, already feeling the smoothie you drank starting to crawl up your throat, almost making you throw it all up, yet you do your best to hold it in, shakily getting into his car.

“… My house's up ahead.” You purposely give him the wrong address, trying to protect your family and yourself from the deranged bastard. The ride is eerily quiet, almost making you even more nervous than if he was trying to make conversation with you. There's no music playing, no humming— nothing, other than his fingers tapping against the steering wheel and his calm breathing.

“We're here.” Maybe you're reading him wrong, but there's hints of teasing bleeding through his deep voice, his eyes shining with mirth when you step out of his truck, making your way to one of the houses. You reach the front door after what feels like minutes, your hand shaking as you think of what to do. You can hear the engine of his car still behind you, not driving away even when you told him that's your home.

I don't want anyone else to die because of me. If someone opens the door, would he murder them too? He has a gun, and the way he brutalized your friends makes it clear that he's not afraid to get his hands dirty no matter the weapon. His loud laugh makes every single muscle in your body tense up, hesitantly looking back at him, the pure amusement dancing all over his face doesn't ease your fears in the slightest.

“Come back, sweetheart. I'll take you home.” And he stays true to his word, driving back in silence, his warm hand resting on your bare thigh. You don't dare look at it, simply staring out of the window, feeling every single callus on his hand while the scenery gets more and more familiar. The black mold in your soul spreads by the second, threatening to rot you from the inside out, bubbling up into a disgusting brew as he stops in front of your house.

Your eyes briefly meet his, his pupils starting to dilate the same way they did when he was done brutalizing your friends; just like a predator who has never failed to catch his prey. You never gave him your address— in fact, you didn't say a single word since you got back into his truck, yet he still found his way to your house.

It's all starting to make sense. Despite assuming it's all a product of your paranoia, you've been catching hints of the masked man everywhere you go, blue eyes always staring right into your soul.

“Not gonna invite me over for some coffee?” Technically, it is a question, yet you both know saying no to him is not even on the table.

“Sure… I can make you a coffee.” Perhaps inviting a serial killer is not the brightest idea, yet what other options do you even have? He knows where you live and the places you frequent, you're not safe anywhere. His hand drifts down to the small of your back as you open the entrance door, hesitantly letting him back into the only safe space you had, willingly allowing him to invade your life.

“Atta girl.” What should feel like praise from an older man only serves as additional mental torture, the sound of the door closing behind you making all hope of surviving him fade away.

“Come sit on my lap.” He walks to the living room as if it's his own home, not even asking for directions, simply being able to navigate his way around like he's been here before— deep inside, you know he has. Your nose starts to sting as he sits down on the couch and forces you to straddle him, your thighs around his, allowing you to feel all the muscle.

“Don't cry…” He taunts, only now making you aware of the hot tears dripping down your cheeks, your lips trembling as he pushes you closer by the ass, pressing your clothed cunt against his hardening dick. His face is buried on he crook of your neck, loudly inhaling your scent as his starts to grind against you, calloused hands roaming all over your pretty body.

“Wanna feel my cock?” The vigorous head shake you give him is enough to make him laugh, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your neck and shoulders, not caring about leaving any marks. You can barely register the sound of his zipper coming down until he's guiding your hand to his warm, hardening dick.

You're too shaky to even do anything about it, disgust and nervousness turning into a dangerous mix, yet Keegan is a patient man. A patient man who gently makes your fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding your movements to jerk him off, getting even harder underneath your touch. Low grunts and muffled moans are spilled right into your ear, clearly getting off despite your very clear fear.

“You're doing so good, princess…” He murmurs. Keegan's free hand starts to sneak his way inside your shirt, slipping past your bra, his thumb brushing past your hardening nipple. Your brain is able to recognize that fight or flight aren't options anymore, so just like a wild animal trying to avoid a fight; you freeze.

Your shaky breaths mingle together, only interrupted by the low groans he lets out, his hand leaving yours for the first time, leaving you unsure of what to do. Despite the tears falling down your cheeks and the muffled whimpers, your hand keeps moving up and down his shaft, not wanting to die by his dirty, blood-tainted hands.

Keegan's mind isn't broken enough to not know it's wrong, yet it has been broken enough to the point he simply doesn't care. Thrown away by his brothers in arms and the marines, he doesn't have anything else to lose. No life purpose, other than to bring others the same pain he has suffered for years.

A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he moves your hand away from his cock, using his tip to move your underwear aside. His free hand goes to the back of your head, encouraging you to hide your pretty, tear-stained face on the crook of his neck, fully muffling your cries the moment he penetrates you. His dick is way too thick for his own good— stretching you open forcefully, despite the way he's actually going out of his way to make it as painless as possible.

“Shh, it's okay, kid. Just enjoy it.” He whispers into your ear, running a reassuring hand up and down your back, starting to move inside you, as if what he's doing could be even remotely enjoyable. A low, throaty moan makes its way out of his lips the moment he manages to bottom out, your body responding to the forced intrusion by getting you wet, not able to register that you don't want it.

Breaking you apart is the closest thing to religion he's ever gotten. Keegan's lips crash against yours as his hips start to thrust up faster and deeper, growing more desperate by the second despite how wrong he knows it is. He shouldn't be enjoying this, yet he's just a broken, terrible man, the little sobs leaving your lips only making him fuck into you harder.

The human body works in odd, awful ways. You don't want this, yet every single nerve inside your cunt is being stimulated by his long shaft, sending signals to your body that make it feel much better after you got wet. The small moan that gets ripped out from your throat makes him break away from the kiss, amusement written all over his face.

Keegan's forehead leans against yours as his hips rock against yours, his breath hot against your face. From this position, you're able to examine his face, taking note of as many details as possible in case he decides to let you leave, no matter how slim the chances are.

Thick, black eyebrows, buzzcut, dark scruff covering his pale cheeks. High cheekbones, light blue eyes, no visible scars or moles.

You repeat it inside your head like a mantra, trying to use it as a replacement to keep your head occupied from the knot starting to tense in your stomach, tightening up more and more with each thrust. You know for a fact you're hating this, yet your body is betraying you, coating his cock with slick.

He pulls out only to slam himself back in, dragging more pathetic moans out of your lips the moment he hits your spongy cervix. The stimulation is enough to make you hide your face on the warm crook of his neck, biting your thumb hard to muffle your own sounds the moment you start tightening up around him, finally giving in to the stimulation.

Your teeth sink deeper into your skin despite the small whiny moan escaping your lips the moment your forced orgasm hits, barely conscious enough to register the cocky laugh above you, feeling his lips connect against your temple, his breath hot on your skin as he manages to pull out, shooting ropes of thick cum all over your stomach.

“See? It wasn't that bad, was it, princess?” You collapse against him with a loud exhale, not able to hold it together anymore.

“Why…?” It's all you can ask, and you're not even sure about the reason you're asking why. Why did he kill your friends? Why did he let you live? Why is he stalking you? Why did he force himself on you? Why is he caressing your body like you're made of glass, as if he didn't just destroy you into thousands of shards?

“Because I'm not right in the head anymore.”

Taglist: @h0ney-mushroom @bangtandaze @elentiyaiswriting @lollycotton @sleepydang @billiousserpent As always, thank you so much @moosch for the amazing art!! 💗💗 world-building with her has been so fucking exciting and I'm happy to finally be writing about Slasher!Keegan after we've been talking about it for months!!<333

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blingblong55 · 4 months

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My kind of love -Keegan P. Russ

Based on a request:

Just a thought : Keegan strikes me as the guy who would hold wife! reader close to him when they sleep in their bed. Or he'd carry her when he finds her asleep on the couch. ---- F!Reader, fluff/romance, established!relationship, boyfriend!keegan, cuddling ----

A/N: thanking Bon Iver and Niall Horan for this fluff🙏

It's four in the morning, Keegan comes home after nearly ten months of deployment, his duffle bag placed on the floor. Steps soft to not wake you up, after all, he is meant to surprise you with his early arrival. As he was about to go and check on the dog, who slept by the sofa, he noticed a blanket, your blanket. He approaches you, his gaze softens the second he watches his beautiful sleeping. You look so peaceful, so calm and in this moment when things for months went so wrong, this view is all he can adore.

"My love, I'm home," Keegan whispers, in his arms, he carries you to bed. They say people have a certain amount of luck and you are proof of that. Maybe out there in the cruel world, he doesn't have much luck but in this place, a warm, cosy and safe place he calls home, he knows luck is there. No one can say they are lucky because they don't have you and he does. A million men can say your name, a million more can watch you but just one gets to come home to you. One man in a sea of billions gets to kiss you, to listen to your ramble about crazy theories, to listen to you hum a tune and to love you and be loved back.

That man is him and in this precise moment, he knows why he proudly waited day and night to hide that ring in his pocket. If he wasn't a romantic, he would propose to you right here right now but he wants that moment to be magical because his precious girl deserves it. "Keegan, it's you," your voice so soft. Fuck, why must you make his heart melt like this? Why must you- damn you! Why do you love him? Why do you see what others don't and why must you make him blush just from the sound of your voice? Couldn't you be any less cruel to his weakened heart? Oh but he loves it, he loves that voice, that touch and stare, he loves the kisses and the 'Did your job go well? Are you hurt? Did you miss me?' he loves it all.

"Of course, it's me, darling," he sets you down on the bed and covers you with the sheets. "I'll be back," his lips touched your soft skin before leaving to take a short shower. You lay in bed, not being able to sleep without him anymore, you wait for him. Once he snuggles to you, you can feel his fresh skin, how his embrace wraps you with love and with care. "Did everything go to plan?" you ask as you nuzzle your face on his chest, a low chuckle escapes his lips as he brushes your hair. "It did, which is surprising," he kisses the top of your head and drapes his leg over yours.

In a warm bed, you and he lie, legs intertwined like they are the perfect match. Your back to his chest, soft breathing filling the room. As you close your eyes, he finds himself admiring your beauty from his angle. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close for the rest of the night as the other arm caresses your head. His fingers brush through the hair, and slowly, they make their way to your forehead, where he slowly catches himself falling asleep.

Until morning and maybe even after being awake, he keeps you in his hold and under those warm bed sheets. "I love you to the moon and back- no, let's keep going beyond the moon," he whispers as he keeps holding you close. If only he dared to propose already and make you his missus. But only the brave wait for the exact right moment.

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simonrillleyyysss · 5 months

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mean! keegan w/ bunny hybrid reader that stamps her foot when she gets agitated

keegan is my roman empire currently

THIS IS SOO CUTE ITS GIVING THUMPER!

keegan loves his lil bun!! always teasing you and watching you scrunch your nose if he plays with your tail, kissing along ur ears with chuckles and hums; listening to the little taps of your foot!! whining and whinging as he nips at the skin of your neck <3

so when he has you on his lap, arguing with you about what to watch—you’re so wound up! slapping his wrist as he moves to crush you on his lap, leaning over to hunch ontop of you; smirking as you cried out.

‘keegs! stoop!’

‘stop what?’

‘squishin’ me!’

he’s laughing at you :(( a frown distorting the corners of your lips downwards, stamping your foot on the ground and standing up, tail twitching as you feel him grab your arm, yanking you back down with a soft squeak and murmur.

‘keeg!’

‘open.’

your foot hit against the ground a few times, shaking your head and trying to push yourself off of him, his hand moving to bunch up your fluffy ears atop your head—yanking your face to the side with a soft whine, cowering.

‘open.’

who were you to deny your man?? your lips immediately parted, his two fingers slotting between them; feeling you coat his fingers in spit—scoffing.

‘dirty bunny, aintcha’?’

or when you’re having a bad dream, shuffling beside him as his thumbs effortlessly glided over the keyboard; lips pursed and brows furrowed—feeling your leg suddenly slap against the bed a few times, whining like a poor baby!!

he paused, shutting the laptop and rolling onto his side, arm aligning around your waist as he peppered kissed across your cheek, then along your ears—your nose scrunching as your soft eyes fluttered open.

‘back to sleep, bun.’

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 27 days

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thinkin about ex-husband keegan p russ.

thinkin about how there's no way he doesn't show up at your front door within hours of the first ODIN attacks.

keegan fucking russ standing at your door at three in the morning without so much as a cursory greeting. makes you pack a suitcase with whatever bare essentials you can't live without. there's a lot of arguing involved but not a lot of conversation, as usual. you talk, sure, and he listens, nods, and then looks at his watch and says you need to move your ass or he's gonna move it for you.

next thing you know, you're in his passenger seat and he's driving you to his military base six hours away.

he doesn't bother to explain anything, but he does bother to ask you what happened to that fiance of yours.

you give him a heated look, one that says you're ready to square up. defensive, aren't you. that tells him what he wants to know and he scoffs, adjusting his one-handed grip on the steering wheel. good riddance.

you're one of the few civilians on base. you try to be civil with keegan, but falling into old habits is too fucking easy. you and keegan married young--it was a boot camp wedding for the benefits--and the marriage itself wasn't good. well--parts of it, certain parts, were good. really good.

none of it was healthy, mind you. just this cycle of arguing all day and then settling the argument in bed all night. sometimes well into the next day. you couldn't go twelve hours without picking a fight, and he couldn't let it go. not without putting you on your back and railing you until you forgot whatever the hell you were mad about.

something about keegan just makes you aggressive. just makes you want to bare your teeth and go for his throat. something about how impassive he is, how hard he is to rattle, makes you want to push him until he reacts.

you're in the perfect situation to piss him off on base by sleeping with some other dude.

or at least that's what you think.

keegan makes sure the other soldiers know you are one hundred percent off-limits. keegan's ex-wife? yeah, none of the other soldiers are gonna touch that with a ten-foot pole.

one or two joke around about how dumb he was to let a bombshell like you divorce his ass, but keegan shuts it down real fucking quick.

then he starts showing up at your door just to give you the chance to pick a stupid fight.

he finds himself pushing you farther and farther, finds himself craving that satisfaction he gets when you turn that heated look of pure loathing on him. he wants you to throw your barbs his way. not just the lighthearted teasing you toss out to his teammates--he wants you to lash out at him. give him everything you've got. make it hurt.

if you're glaring at him, belittling him, insulting him, you're not out there flirting with someone else. your attention is his.

he always seems to show up at your door when you're moody and listless. pent up with tension. your method of dealing with it involves this, mm, push and pull he enjoys. sometimes his squadmates send him to your door when they catch attitude from you.

"heard you got on everyone's nerves today," he tells you. "you gonna be a handful?"

you swing the door closed, wanting it to slam in his face, but you find it bangs into his boot instead. he bullies him way inside easily and shuts the door behind him.you skip past asking him what he wants and instead tell him to fuck off. straight to business. he's always liked that about you.

"keep talkin' like that and i'll really start enjoying myself," he tells you.

you retreat just to grab your cigarettes and light one up. he swipes your lighter faster than you can snatch it away.

you quit smoking after the two of you broke up. so did he. and here you both are.

"just came to check on you," he tells you. you both know that's a lie. you both know why he's here, and you both know why you aren't trying any harder to send him away. "you could use some friendly company."

you tell him in no uncertain terms that he's not friendly company.

he flips open a carton of cigarettes--your carton, you realize with a start. you didn't see him take it. he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, but pockets the carton, a wry little smirk on his face.

"don't act like you hated it last night."

you snatch the cigarette out of his mouth and tell him he'd better not say a goddamn word about last night.

"sure, baby," he tells you, he watches your lips intently as you take a drag of his cigarette. "you know I can keep a secret."

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this is on you @keegansshark

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lxvvie · 6 months

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A relationship with Keegan would consist of the following:

Keegan wondering how the hell he managed to get you to be with him. This was after the relationship was made official.

Keegan absolutely having a pet name for you. You just don't know it. Yet. And it's mushy as hell, too.

Him being a lot more touchy-feely with you in the comfort of your own abode than in public.

To piggyback off that last point, people will never know it but he'd feel absolutely touched-starved when he's away from you, especially for long periods of time.

Realizing Keegan is more sentimental than you thought. There are moments where he feels tongue-tied and can't exactly voice how he feels so the next best thing is to text them to you. Randomly. Throughout the day. Feels good, huh?

Witnessing the spectacle that is Drunk Keegan profess his love and be all over you. Or Keegan staring into your soul and telling you he loves you. Or Keegan going to hold you but completely missing the mark and keeling over.

Getting him to try new things with you, whatever they may be. He's so adorable when he's bumbling along.

Dressing up as Keegan for Halloween once and he doesn't know if he should be impressed that you got it right or mortified... that you got it right lmao. Does he really act and sound like that?

Going to fairs and amusement parks for the express purpose of using Keegan to win stuffed animals.

Getting him hip to your skincare regimen, made especially so because his line of work can be hard on the skin and double-cleansing gets all the dirt out, okay?

Keegan practically bear-hugging you as soon as he gets home. Loves to bury his face into the crook of your neck, too, because your scent is comforting to him.

Never finding out what the P stands for so you make a game out of changing the name every time. The latest one is Penelope.

Booping his nose randomly. Just 'cause. And because he scrunches it up so cutely when you do so.

Loving the way he melts into you when you hug him from behind.

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Keegan, hugs Y/N from behind :

Y/N : Uh

Y/N : Hi?

Keegan : Mine. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

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mockerycrow · 5 months

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Congratulations on 4k!! You truly are amazing and I absolutely adore your writing!! May I request the prompt "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that." With gn reader and Keegan where reader doesn’t believe they are worthy of Keegan’s love because they always end up losing the people they love (sorry if that’s phrased wrong/doesn’t make sense, English isn’t my first language. You don’t have to write it ofc!!)? Thank you!

NEVER (KEEGAN RUSS x GN!READER) — 4K CELEBRATION

“I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.”

Keegan’s blue eyes have been trained on you, his eyeblack smeared across his face, his mask stuffed into a side pocket of his vest. His eyebrows furrow at your statement, your voice croaking and quiet, your eyes darting away. “Say again?” Keegan murmurs, his voice tight and uncomfortable. You fidget a bit before you let out a shaky sigh, accompanied with a shrug. “I just.. you look at me like.. you look at me like you love me.”

Keegan turns his body so he’s facing towards you more, his eyes frantically scanning your face. “It’s because I do, sweetheart. I do love you.” He watches the way absolute anguish spreads across your features, tears filling your eyes. Keegan feels his heart tightens as you shake your head, your hand coming up to your face to shakily wipe your eyes. “You shouldn’t, Keegs. You just.. you shouldn’t.”

Keegan wracks his brain, trying to find a reason of why you’re as upset as you are. Did he say something wrong earlier? What is making you feel unlovable? Keegan can’t find a reason of why you would think that, because every time his eyes land on you, he just loves you more than the last time he saw you. Keegan wishes he could just keep you cooped up and safe from the world, and seemingly from your own mind; and then it clicks.

Keegan reaches forward and cups your cheek, bringing your face to look at him. You look at him with such sadness and fear, one of your hands coming up to gently grasp his wrist. “You’re not gonna lose me.” Keegan says firmly, leaving no room for you to argue. His thumb brushes against your cheek for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Repeat it.” You take a moment, a tear rolling down your cheek near his thumb which he subsequently wipes away. “I’m not going to lose you.. I’m not going to lose you.”

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konigbabe · 1 year

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lose composure

Author: @konigbabe

Pairing: Keegan Russ x fem!reader

Word count: 4k

Tags/Warnings: dom!keegan; nsfw; smut; dirty talk; strong language; p-in-v sex; unfiltered filth; oral (m receive); fingering; unprotected sex; handjobs

Summary: Keegan knew exactly what he wanted and as he led you through the motions, you reveled in the pleasure that he provided.

A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks challenge; K as in katoptronophilia.

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“On your knees,” he commanded; your knees on the ground without a second thought. Cheeks heating up, mind becoming foggy as all you could see and feel was just him. Starved for his attention, you felt your heart racing, anticipating his next move.

Water washed away the blood on your skin as you ran the washcloth in long strokes down the length of your arms, feeling the familiar bumps of the old scars on your skin, remnants of battles fought during the Federation war. With each gentle swipe, the washcloth seemed to bring a small sense of peace, washing away the worries of the day that had been gathered in the creases of your skin. Distant images of wounded soldiers filled your head as you moved the cloth in circles; scenes of soldiers laughing and crying out in pain, only to be replaced by images of despair as they struggled with physical and mental anguish until finally, each one faded away. It was a welcomed feeling, washing away the reality of the war, gaining a small sense of respite from the pain and sorrow it had left in its wake.

Stepping from the steam-filled bathroom, you saw his back facing you. Silent and calculated steps moved to stand before your dresser. You watched as Keegan unhooked the straps of the black holster from his thigh, putting the gun next to pair of knives already on the drawer top. He had to be here longer than you initially thought as you noticed his jacket thrown on the unmade bed.

"You don't have any food in the kitchen," he stated as he turned his head in your direction. The tight fit of his combat shirt outlined the muscular frame and emphasized his broad shoulders; even though he hadn't pulled down his Ghost mask yet, he seemed completely at ease in the current situation. His piercing blue eyes, contrasting highly with the black of the mask and the paint on his face, looked deep into yours, daring to answer.

Holding the towel to your chest, you shrugged, “don’t really spend too much time here anyway.”

“Mmh,” eyes scanning your face, he watched a droplet of water run from your hairline to the swell of your breasts. He could feel the adrenaline from his recent mission still pumping through his veins, senses heightened to the maximum of their capacity; hands shaking, looking for an outlet.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be here today either,” your voice went slowly silent as Keegan’s body neared yours, eyes laced with hunger boring into your skin, heating the flesh without a touch. He didn’t have to talk; if he was here, in your home, you knew what he wanted, what he was looking for.

You remembered his solemn promise; no strings attached as if signifying he understood that in times like these, when war loomed large beyond the walls in your view, anything more than a fleeting encounter would only bring on trouble and hurt, neither of which either of you were willing to experience by choice. Even as two battle-weary soldiers longing desperately for the comfort of touch, you both understood this without having to say it out loud. It was a sort of reluctant mutual respect, a hidden understanding that neither of you could express aloud.

“Wasn’t meant to be back so soon,” his hips swayed with each step as he walked towards you. The air in your room grew thick with anticipation as you stood there, waiting. His eyes locked with yours, speaking volumes though no words were said. The longing that you both felt was unmistakable, held between you in a suspended moment of time. Your heart raced as he drew near, your mind unable to do anything but focus on the moment, “but that isn’t a problem to you, is it?”

“No,” you shook your head as his fingers nudged your chin.

His eyes flickered between yours. Your hand tightened around the top of your towel, cheeks heating up, mind becoming foggy as all you could see and feel was just him. Your lips parted a bit, trembling ever so slightly as his gaze stayed even and intense on you. Keegan was never big on talking, avoiding small talk, and rather getting straight to the important; his work demeanor mirrored his personal life.

The blue of his eyes glowed in the soft light that was spilling in through the windows, captivating you with his presence. As the moments passed, you felt the urge to reach out, pull his mask down, and capture his lips with yours. Starved for his attention, you felt your heart racing, anticipating his next move. Unable to move or speak, as if he had placed a spell on you, you felt entranced with his allure.

The fabric of his gloves scratched your jawline as he moved his hand to the side of your face, leaving a longing sensation on your skin; pulling the mask down around his neck, you noticed a forming bruise surrounding a cut on his cheek. His skin stood in contrast to the dried blood around the cut; it was a sight both beautiful and heartbreaking. You felt something deep within your chest, something that pushed you to take a step closer, chest bumping into his, feeling the hard muscle move underneath the shirt.

“Keegan, you’re h-”

His lips silenced your worry; hands angling your face to the side to gain better excess as he beckoned you into the doorframe. Trapped between the solid body mass and hardwood, your hands seeked the solace of his body. Towel no longer supported by your grip, you felt the chilling air in the room hit your naked skin. You could almost feel the warmth radiating from his heart to yours, melting away the coldness that had taken over you.

Keegan overwhelmed you with his domineering presence, rendering you obedient and leaving you feeling foolish. His firm hand glided along your spine, the other cradling your chin and guiding you. You were completely under his spell, no longer capable of giving any kind of resistance. His tongue swiped over your teeth. The taste of him and fresh desire mixed on his lips. Keegan’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his breathing quickened. The rhythm of his heart thumped against your chest, a perfect beat of togetherness.

A groan of approval elicited from his throat as you pushed your hips into the bulge in his pants, your naked flesh making contact with the fabric of his fully clothed body. Your hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing his face into yours; the few days old stubble scratching alongside your lips. You could feel the fire within growing hotter, as it had been dormant for too long, waiting for a spark to ignite.

Sneaking your other hand into his shirt, your fingers raked over the thin trail of hair on his abdomen. His breath quickened as your fingers tantalized his bare flesh above his pants line. Pulling away from you, his eyes were wild, intense, and smoldering, daring you to make a move.

“Someone’s a little eager,” his gloved hand gripped the side of your throat, thumb sliding along the front of your neck, feeling the hard tissue hidden underneath the skin. Fingers freezing on the spot as you stared into his gaze for a moment; you pushed against his finger, thumb digging slightly into your larynx as your lips sealed at the flesh just above his shirt’s collar.

“Want you,” you pleaded, your lips sliding over his exposed neck, “now, Keegan.” As to make your point clearer, you hooked your leg around his waist, heel digging into the back of his thigh to bring him closer; your hands fumbling with his belt for a split second before undoing the zipper of his jeans. Your fingers found their target, wrapping against the burning flesh of his semi-hard cock.

Keegan could feel himself hardening, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair and force you against him as his mouth crashed onto yours. His hands made short work of the curves of your body as he aimed to make you forget your own name for the night. His tongue lapped hungrily at yours, his breath interrupted with a moan. Letting out a soft chuckle, he kissed away the last of your battles, tracing his hands down your back to rest just above your waist as his heart burned with desire.

“Fuckin’ hell,” his breath hitched as you swiped your thumb across his sensitive slit, earning a feral grunt from the man before you, shooting straight between your legs. Heat radiated from your skin and the scent of arousal hung heavy between the two of you.

Leaning to rest your forehead against his, you inhaled his breath in. His eyes never left yours, pupils dilated with pleasure as you continued palming him, lips occasionally brushing over the edge of his bruise. The sensation of your skin against his drove you further into a state of heightened pleasure and ecstasy. His breath was labored against you as smiled against his lips.

Every touch left you feeling afire, surely draining you of sanity and leaving you feeling stupid with excitement. Keegan’s hands ran up and down your thigh before gripping your jawline in ecstatic bliss, pressing his lips even harder against you; the skin of his cock warm against your sweaty palm.

“On your knees,” he commanded; your knees on the ground without a second thought. His eyes were pools of deep blue, the intensity of his gaze almost enough to weaken your resolve. Taking hold of your chin, he ran his thumb gently along your jaw before drawing you in closer. His lips brushed lightly against your neck, making you quiver in anticipation. He knew exactly what he wanted and as he led you through the motions, you reveled in the pleasure that he provided.

“You gonna be a good girl for me,” he asked, voice low and taunting as his thumb forced your mouth open and slid inside, the fabric of his glove getting wet with your saliva. Laying heavy on your tongue, you wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it in as he stared into your eyes and you could see the smugness in his face as it twisted into a satisfied grin.

“Thought so,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Keegan,” his name left your lips in a plea as your eyes flickered to his swollen cock, precum leaking from his tip. With an affirming nod, he twisted your still-wet hair into a ponytail, bringing your head forward. One hand smearing precum onto his crown, you wrapped your fingers around his cock and started stroking him. Keegan’s eyes closed, head tilting to the side as he let you have your fun.

Placing a kiss on the side of him, your lips followed the bulging vein to the top. Lips sealed around his crown, you swiped your tongue around. With the collection of enough precum mixed with your saliva, you moved back, spit dripping from your parted lips onto his cock before smearing it along his whole size, earning a “That’s right” exhale from the man above you.

The feeling of accomplishment washed over you as his words sink in. Lips meeting the flesh of his balls, you palmed him at a slow and steady pace with an occasional swipe of your thumb across his slit. Keegan’s body shivered under your touch, eyes fixated on your head before a loud grunt left his lips the moment you looked up, the sight too vulgar; your palm gripping his cock tightly, swollen lips trailing along his underside, eyes wide like a dove and starring straight up at him.

Soon enough, you replaced your hands with your lips, fitting your mouth over him as you eagerly started to move, lightly sucking him in before taking his length as far as your gag reflex allowed. His scent filled your nostrils; rich and smoky like the lingering smoke from a campfire in the woods after the fire has died down.

A content hum vibrated through your throat as Keegan’s hips bucked into you. Your thighs clenched in a poor attempt to create friction while both of your hands were occupied. The sensation of pleasure coursed through your veins as your tongue swirled around his engorged head, Keegan’s breathing becoming heavier with every passing second.

“Damn,” he rasped, the word barely audible. Looking up at him, the piercing blue of his eyes was overpowered by the darkness of his lust, as if his desire for you was so strong that it was consuming him whole.

His hips bucked into you once more as his gloved hand sneaked on your jawline, thumb caressing your cheekbone before a simple “stop” left his lips. Releasing him with a pop, one hand firmly holding him around his girth, Keegan brought you back up to connect his lips with yours.

The taste of him still lingered heavily on your tongue as his own tongue swirled over the tip of yours, making your senses spin. Head empty; senses heightened with anticipation. Lips connected in a teeth-clashing kiss, you followed Keagan’s steps. No sense of orientation as he maneuvered you through the room until the lower part of your back hit the blunt edge of your drawer.

The ghost mask still wrapped around his collar, you helped him take off the sweat-and-dirt-soaked shirt; your hand landed on the hardened muscle mass on his chest, fingers lingering in the coarse hair of his torso. Years of experience left their marks on him; scars creating a map of resilience on the man before you.

Your arms tightened around his built shoulders, chest rising to meet his as your aching nipples brushed against his skin, the friction sending waves of pleasure radiating through your starved body. He swallowed your soft moan as your body quivered in anticipation of the sensations that were to come.

Keegan's hand lingered on your spine, his touch gentle as he moved it slowly up your body, letting it rest on the back of your neck. He applied a firm pressure, gradually pushing your chest away from his, his hand then slowly gliding over your ribs, the subtle sensation of his thumb brushing against the sensitive nub sending electricity through your body.

His hands kept exploring your body, an already memorized map of your curves and edges a guide to his movements. Sucking on Keegan’s tongue, a moan left your lips as his finger found its final destination, circling around your pulsating mound before you felt him put his palm flat over your core. Heat rushed to your cheeks; Keegan’s glove becoming soaked with your juices.

Your fingers graced the barely healed cut on his cheek, a hiss exploding from his lips.

“Sorry,” mumbling against his lips, you withdrew the hand back on the side of his neck, nowhere near the injury, “didn’t mean to-”

Keegan dipped his finger straight into your heat almost knuckle deep, a strangled gasp mixing with a moan left your lips, no longer able to reciprocate his kiss. Vision slowly fading to black, Keegan’s lips moved to the corner of your mouth as you felt his finger advance inside of your depths, the rough material of his glove scratching your walls delightfully.

“Don’t worry about it,” he husked, his warm breath adding fire to your heated skin.

His fingers worked with the expertise of a sniper; thumb toying with the sensitive nub, the occasional flick sending jolts of electricity through your center. Mouth parted in a silent scream, a mixture of moans and his name filled the room’s thick air. The intensity was almost too much; yet you welcomed it. You welcomed the feeling of being so lost in the pleasure, unable to do nothing but let Keegan take you to paradise.

“Gonna cum for me, huh,” his voice was laced with seduction as the rough stubble stung the tender flesh of your cheek, lips lazily brushing over your ear, “be a good girl.”

Mush; that is what was left of your brain in Keegan’s presence. His words, luscious yet demanding. Fingers curled up in the heat of your center just right, hot breath fanning over your face as his lips traced your jawline.

You didn’t even register him talking, the “turn around” not meeting your ears as Keegan maneuvered you to do as he said; that’s when you felt the sweaty flesh of his palm - he took off one of his gloves somewhere in the process. Forcing one knee between your legs, he spread you wide.

Bracing yourself on the drawer, head thrown onto his naked collarbones, you allowed yourself complete submission as the speed of his fingers increased, building up into your nearing climax. His head rested on your shoulder, wet hair soaking the fabric of his mask as his lips brushed against your neck, tongue lapping at the sensitive skin before blowing a cold breeze onto the wet patches.

“Look at you,” his voice echoed in your head, admiration evident in his tone.

Finally opening your eyes, you met your own gaze in the mirror that was sitting on top of your drawer; lips swollen and bruised, open as sounds of the pleasure Keegan was giving you resonated on the chapped walls of the old room, a faint black paint barely visible on the skin of your cheeks, remained of Keegan’s close proximity as he marked you with his own darkness, eyes blazing with desire, matching Keegan’s own.

“Watch.”

Following his arm, you watched as his fingers plunged into your depths, glove glistening with your arousal, paining your swollen lips; the final torch added to the fire within you as your hand shot to hold onto his wrist for dear life. Drowning in pleasure, Keegan’s hand squeezed your breast, fingers toying with your nipple. The room fell still, the smell of you spreading in the air like vapor. Keegan’s eyes, dark and lustful, shone in contrast with the black paint that decorated his face.

Still riding your high, eyes blissfully oblivious to its surrounding, Keegan got rid of his glove, completely soaked by you; the rustling of his belt, followed by a thug dragged you back into reality. Looking into the mirror, you only saw parts of the man behind you, his figure looming in the shadow of your desire as you watched him pump his own cock, giving it a few tags.

“Don’t you dare look away,” your hips beckoned into his, feeling the head nudge your abused entrance before his hands took a hold of your waist; positioning you just far enough from the drawer to be able to see more of him.

Bringing your hand to your aching clit, Keegan stopped your actions, “hands on the drawer.”

Intoxicated with his voice and feeling painfully empty, you couldn’t help yourself. “Keegan, please,” you plead, his knees keeping your legs apart as he continued dipping the head of his cock inside your drenched and dripping walls, parting your lips just enough for him to easily slid inside; something he still hadn’t done.

His nails scratched your spine as he eased into you, inch by inch, slow and steady, relishing in the sensation of your body expanding to accommodate him. Walls clenching around him as if you wanted to swallow him whole, you closed your eyes at the delightful feeling of your inner walls stretching to their limits.

“Eyes open,” his voice demanded; your eyes shot open, a moan leaving your lips as you watched him bury himself deep within you, “liking the view?”

“Mmh,” your brain unable to comprehend a simple response; you felt trapped inside your own desire, eyes unable to move away, completely taken by the sight of Keegan’s cock sinking into you until he finally bottomed out. Seated fully inside your core, you swore you could feel his head pushing against your cervix, the sensation so intense it send shockwaves through your body that had you arching your back against him.

He started moving slowly, both of you drowning in the feel of each other’s bodies; your eyes glued to where you were connected, watching his cock covered in your slick juices as he thrust back inside, angling his hips to hit that hidden spot, listening to your moans increasing in volume as he continued to build up your next climax.

"Faster," you urged him, desperation rising, the pleasure built inside you as Keegan carried on with his measured thrusts; rocking into you steadily but fully each time.

Nipping at your neck, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he mumbled, “as you wish.” A near scream escaped your lips as, without warning, the man got hold of your upper thighs, hands squeezing the soft flesh roughly as he began to thrust into you with abandon; as if he was a man who had been starved of you for far too long.

His hips moved in a primal rhythm, his breathing becoming more ragged as the intensity of his movements increased. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as you felt the power of his passion surging through him like a raging fire. You could feel his heart pounding against yours, as if it was a part of you, and you clung to him as you both moved together in perfect harmony.

The room was soon filled with the obscenely loud sound of skin slapping skin, the smell of your joint arousal enveloping you, creating a cloud of lust around both of your bodies; the sound of your wetness greedily sucking Keegan deeper inside you, further intensifying the pleasure that coursed through both of your bodies.

Fighting the urge to close your eyes, you watch Keegan give into his own, his pupils dilating as he moved closer to you, his hand exploring your body as if it were a foreign land, his fingers tracing circles around your clit and sending spikes of pleasure through you. His gaze never once broke from your eyes, and you felt your heart fluttering as you felt the intensity of his gaze. His fingers moved faster, and you could feel yourself trembling as the pleasure intensified, his gaze never wavering as he sent you spiraling.

His name left your lips followed by a plea.

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes shutting momentarily as you clenched around him, “y’feel so fuckin’ good…heaven,” he panted, nails digging into your skin. His voice, rough and laced with desire; the feeling of his lips on your shoulder blades, the wet tip of his tongue drawing random lines along the curves of your back. You met his thrusts, hips bucking back, guided by his hand while the other worked on your over-sensitive nub, the feeling of pleasure blended with slight pain from the overstimulation.

“I’m gonna…Keegan,” you felt yourself nearing the edge, his gaze never leaving yours.

You could feel the sweat on his chest as your back met his body. He buried his face into the side of yours, lips kissing your cheek as his eyes stay on you through the mirror. Watching you like a hunter circling his prey; eyes firm and steady with his body betraying that demeanor, thrusts becoming more frantic, his breathing more labored, mouth tightly pressed against you. You felt the pleasure begin to build as you watched the man nearing his own high when he whispers, “cum for me.”

Feeling the heat rising through your body, you responded to his demand; and found yourself succumbing to the pleasure that had been building up within you. Finally, you let out a cry of pleasure as you felt the orgasmic waves wash over you.

Keegan continued rocking his hips through your orgasm until you felt him explode, the grunt mixed with a few curses almost too primal as his eyes shut for a moment, bathing in the blissful feeling; while you stand there, his cock shallowly thrusting his seed deep inside you, your eyes watching him in the mirror, burning the sight into your memory, never knowing when will be the last time you’ll see the Ghost at his most vulnerable again.

“You’re too good to me,” he grumbled, hands enveloping your own on the drawer as he smashed his body against yours. A simple wet kiss appeared between your shoulder blades; a gesture he always did. A silent thank you. Show of gratitude, reassurance of this being a reality, you told yourself.

“You should,” you breathed out, his cock still seated inside you as you felt him softening; gesturing to his cheek, you said, “the cut’s bleeding again.”

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 4

3.3k | fluff A cloud floated into your bedroom (part 1) (part 5)

Have you heard of the sweaty t-shirt experiment? That people can smell who they’re compatible with?

That explained how downright addicting you smelt - the lore couldn’t fool him. Humans and animals weren’t that different after all, despite him being able to smell better as a wolf.

You packed some lasagna for him to take home and put on an episode of your favourite show while spooning on the couch. However, with you pulled flush against him, his face buried in your neck, he didn’t show any sign of leaving.

Well, he didn’t want to. It was justified that he missed you this much, right? Sorry, you just had to kick him out of your apartment.

“Keegan?” You tapped his arm around your waist, causing him to groan in annoyance. You let out a small laugh. “Did you fall asleep?”

He lifted his head, eyes fluttering. Oh God, did he drool on you? He brought his hand to his mouth. Okay, he didn’t.

Halfway through the episode, he’d leaned in for a shameless little whiff but when you reached back and scratched the top of his head, he was a goner. The huge dinner probably played a part too.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he rasped as he sat up.

You flipped onto your back, trailing your fingers down his inked forearm. “Well, you don’t have to go yet,” you mumbled.

“I’d love to stay if you let me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his as you smiled. “Okay.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

While you got ready for bed, he grabbed his backpack from his car. After making sure his breath was as minty as it could be, he emerged out of the bathroom in a shirt and boxers. He was ready to take the couch, but when you led him to your bedroom, of course he wasn’t going to say no to finally climbing into bed with you.

You switched your bedside lamp off, the light outside spilt into the room through the sheer curtains. You lay on his chest, hand on his abdomen as it rose and fell at a steady rhythm. His eyes trailed down your body, pressed against his in an oversized band tee and cotton leggings.

“I’d love to stay up longer, but I’m falling asleep,” you said into his shirt, voice muffled.

“That’s okay. I’ll drive you to work tomorrow before I leave.”

“That’d be nice.”

He wiggled. “Do you mind if I take my shirt off? It’s a bit warm.”

“Go ahead.” You pulled away.

He took his shirt off, setting it on the nightstand before lying down again. You blinked. He forgot not everyone was a fan of hair, which he had plenty of.

“Or I can put it back on.” He quickly reached for his shirt, embarrassed that you might have found it appalling.

“You don’t have to,” you said, grabbing his arm. He could see the smile as you curled closer to him, pressing your face to his chest. “Good night, Keegan.”

“Good night,” he mumbled, looking up the ceiling with a small smile.

So this was the view when he called those nights he was away. He let out a soft laugh as he recalled the first conversation you had.

“What are you wearing?” you’d asked in a light voice.

He let out a hearty laugh.

“Oh, no! I meant- I didn’t mean it like that. I meant what do you wear to bed when you’re away?”

The heat crept up his neck as his smile lingered. He wouldn’t complain if you did mean it that way, but maybe under more convenient circumstances.

“It depends, but tonight I’m lucky enough to wear a shirt and sweats.”

“Same. I always cover my legs. I get cold easily in my sleep.”

He didn’t mind keeping you warm at all.

That night, being in bed with you felt far better than his imagination. He wrapped his arm around you as your breathing slowed. It was adorable how your cheek mushed against him. He wanted to kiss you again.

He lay there for what felt like half an hour, waiting for sleep to grace him, but instead he was filled with the overwhelming desire to… guard the bedroom? Was this a dog behaviour, like how Raider would sleep close to the door? His finger drummed on his thigh. It was worth a try if it meant he could get some sleep.

He could have shifted right there in bed and you’d be none the wiser, but stripping next to you in your sleep felt violating. Instead, he went to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door ajar (he still hadn’t figured out how to turn doorknobs with his paws), and no bathroom had ever smelt so good.

His tail trashed, smacking the cabinet with a thud. His eye twitched. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to be a creep smelling your pile of laundry in the corner of the room. That, and he didn’t want to risk passing out from all the excitement.

He turned away, nudging the door open with his snout and padded right towards your sleeping figure, thoughts about guarding the room long forgotten. His tail fanned steadily as he stood by the bed, the sheets smelling so much like you.

Keegan needed to be closer. He got up on the bed with stealth, pausing when he couldn’t avoid the spring of the mattress when as his hind legs made contact. Okay, you didn’t move, good. He leaned in to smell you, as close as he could get without touching you. Would you mind if he licked your face?

Wait, no. No. Tingles ran down his spine. NO!!!

His face tilted to one side, and the other, then his shoulders and hips followed. The Big Shake™ took over at the most inopportune time, sending his black floof flying. Did not shifting for weeks matt his fur?

With the tremble, your bed squeaked. You stirred with a soft grunt, face scrunching. He froze, eyes wide like saucers (if he had brows they’d shoot through the ceiling), hoping you’d settle right away. Instead, your eyes opened for a split second. You smiled to yourself and mumbled a syllable before turning away from him.

What did you say? Jake? Drake? Blake? It didn’t matter because in seconds your breathing evened out.

This was a bad idea. He prayed hard you were too drowsy to register the sight, let alone remember it.

Back in his plaid boxers, he nestled against you, his arm pulling you to his chest as his eyes finally fluttered. He needed clean up his floof from your room before you woke.

It was easy to blame the mess on Raider if it was in the living room as the pooch visited almost every weekend, but never the bedroom. Surely he didn’t want you to think he, as a human, shed like a dog in his sleep. Fortunately, he kept a lint roller in his bag, but at this rate he should probably invest in an industrial sized one.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” you said against Keegan’s lips, your arms around his neck.

He smiled, squeezing your waist. “I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Am I even dressed accordingly at least?”

He pulled away, taking in your flowy dress and knit cardigan. “Yes, you look lovely. Raider thinks the same. Can’t take his eyes off you.”

You chuckled at the German Shepherd who looked up at you as he scooted closer and closer, impatiently waiting for you to finish greeting (kissing) the sergeant at your door.

“Hey, buddy.” You scratched his muzzle. “It’s so good to finally see you again!”

His tail wagged at full speed as he leaned into your hand.

Keegan helped you lock up and took your hand as you walked to his SUV. He placed your hand on his thigh as he drove and before long, he pulled up at the pretty garden restaurant you’d casually mentioned weeks ago. He picked an outdoor table so Raider could roam around as you enjoyed your tasty brunch. Under the table, his foot leaned against yours.

After the meal, you took a walk at the park across the restaurant, arms linked.

“I think he missed you a lot.” He nodded at the K9 who kept brushing against your leg. “He was so happy when I told him we were meeting you.”

You cooed, rubbing his head. “I missed you too, Raider!”

“I got him a phone before we left for the last mission. Did he text you?”

You chuckled. “Really? He texts now?”

“I taught him to, so he can keep you company when I’m away.”

“Where is it? I’ll put my number in.”

“Check his pockets.” He stopped and turned to you.

You played along, stooping down to pat down his legs. “Nothing.”

“Check mine then.” With his hands in his jacket pockets, he moved the hem of his army green jacket out of the way.

It was a playful excuse to have your hands on him, and if your smirk was any indication, you knew it too. So he looked away, but the smile crept up anyway.

You traced over his front and, after checking if anyone was looking, the back pockets of his jeans. “Okay, that’s your phone… Keys… Wallet…”

“Maybe the jacket?” He removed his hands from his pockets.

You shook your head and pulled out a rectangular chew toy.

“It’s a phone!” You laughed, turning it over to find a dog bone logo behind it.

He crouched to let the K9 off his leash before taking the toy from you. “Fetch, boy.”

He threw the toy as far as he could and Raider, like the goodest boy he was, bolted after it. As fast as he went, Keegan pulled you by the waist for a kiss.

You giggled against him. “We need to watch him.”

“I can’t kiss you with him around. He’s too jealous, keeps staring at us.” He leaned in again.

As if on cue, the doggo barked at you, causing you to pull away. His toy lay next to your feet.

“See, I can’t even have 10 seconds.”

You picked the toy up and threw it, and it was embarrassing to admit that his initial reaction was to also dash after it, his leg already jerking. He hoped you didn’t notice.

Under a tree, Keegan laid his head on your lap as Raider roamed around the park, getting acquainted with the other dogs. Judging by the toy phone in his mouth, he was probably looking for a date so he didn’t have to be a third-wheel anymore. It was about time.

“His handler asked if I wanted to handle him.”

You looked down at him, running your fingers through his hair. It had grown longer than he liked (it was uncomfortable under the mask), but if it meant you were more likely to play with his hair, then he’d gladly keep the length. The least he could do was give you something to pull because he might have just short-circuited from the gentle tugging you gave.

His eyes fluttered, like he was seconds away from falling asleep. How could he tell you to stop but keep going too?

“Yeah?”

You were so pretty with that soft smile. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve never even had a pet.”

“I know handling a K9 isn’t the same as having a dog, but you’ve had him on weekends for a while now, and he looks very happy. You must be doing something right.”

“Gabe will give me training if I say yes, but I guess I’m kind of nervous. I don’t want to not do a good job.”

“Take your time to decide, but I think you’ll be a fantastic doggo dad.”

You’d been helping him with Raider. Did that mean you were the mum? He liked the sound of that very much.

He smiled. “You think so?”

“Mhm. But you’re okay if he stares at us all the time?”

“We’ll have to get him a blindfold.”

The day grew windier as the hours passed. When Keegan noticed your fingers were a little cold, he hastily draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you closer as you sat on the bench sipping on coffee. You thanked him with a chaste kiss and he licked his lip when you pulled away. It earned him a soft laugh from you. You looked good in his jacket, but tasted even better.

Your phone buzzed in your purse and you pulled it out to discover it was Lauren calling. You’d told him about her, your best friend from uni. He told you to take it.

“… That’s alright. I’ll meet you there… No, that sounds good. I think I’ll wear one too… Oh, don’t forget the gift- Lauren, shut up! He’s here right now!” You giggled, turning to him as you slapped your hand over your mouth.

Keegan didn’t mean to listen, but he was right there. He raised a brow, flattered that your friend knew about him.

“Yes, okay, fine.” You squeezed his hand. “Yes, I promise! Okay, bye now.”

“Sounds like an interesting conversation,” he teased when you put your phone away.

“Do you remember Nick, the spinach pie guy?”

“He’s my sprit animal.”

You chuckled. “It’s his birthday and he arranged a little uni reunion tonight.”

It was silly of him to expect you’d spend the entire day with him, but he was allowed to dream, right? Especially when the hours with you felt much shorter.

“I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t mind?”

Of course he didn’t. Anything for more time with you.

After you finished your drinks, you headed back to your place to get ready. He sat on the couch with Raider with the TV on, but he was far more interested in watching you move about.

You wore a fitted black dress that came down mid-thigh, but as you leaned over the sink to put your makeup on, it rode up and revealed a little more than he felt he was allowed to see. He forced himself to look away, but fuck, if he wasn’t lying about wanting to see more.

At the door, you gave him a little twirl, all pretty with your hair done, giving him a whiff of your gentle perfume. But that evening you lacked… something. You smelt too clean after your shower, and he wasn’t letting you out of his sight in that state.

He didn’t know where the thought came from. No one would be able to smell him on you, not even himself, but he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your neck anyway.

“So pretty,” he breathed against your skin and pressed a few kisses on your collarbones.

When he pulled up at the restaurant, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat and placed it on your lap.

“I think I’m good. We’ll be indoors.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

How convenient. Now that would be more like it, his subtle claim on you. At least it would soothe that little part of his brain.

“Let me know when you need to get picked up.”

“We'll probably be done late. Don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won't.”

“I can’t let you do that after driving me here.”

He paused. “Let me know when you get home at least?”

“Will do. Thanks for taking me out today. I had a very nice time.” You leaned over the console for a peck. “Oh, sorry! I forgot about the lipstick!”

He tilted the rear-view mirror towards him, chuckling at the smudge on his lips. When you reached out to wipe it off with a tissue, he grasped your chin and leaned in again.

When you approached the large table, you expected the lone figure sitting to be the birthday boy. But when the man looked up, your smile fell.

“Blake? What- what are you doing here?”

“Hey, uhh, Nick told me to come, said you’d be here tonight.“

“I didn’t know you’re in town. You… never said anything.”

“I moved here a few months ago.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t know how to tell you. We hadn’t spoken in years.”

“And that’s not the same case with Nick?”

“It’s different.” His eyes stayed on you. “You know that,” he said in a low voice.

Your brows furrowed. It was jarring to see him there, out of place and surreal.

“Hey, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I can-“

“Sorry.” You shook your head and offered a smile as you pulled out the chair across him. You didn’t have to make the evening weird. “I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. How have you been?”

You continued to chat as people filled the table. Lauren was equally as surprised to see Blake, but you gave her a smile when she shot you a worried look.

“Our favourite Brit!” Nick announced, smacking Blake on the back. “Welcome back!”

You were over this - over him, if there was even anything to get over when nothing started. He was never yours, but the first to ever capture your heart. For years, you went through thick and thin with him, as friends even when it was far more than that for you.

You didn’t see a point of having anything escalate and have the ocean stand between you after graduation. So you tiptoed on the border of friends and more, trying to swallow the words despite the lingering gazes and longing sighs. When you couldn’t deny the budding feelings anymore, you knew you had to let whatever it was fade.

Over dinner, the ten of you got each other up to speed about how you were doing. When you went around the table pouring everyone their second glass of wine, Nick held his hand up.

“I’m a total lightweight now. I won’t recover from the hangover this time around,” he explained.

The table gasped. That was the most shocking discovery of the evening.

Pulled into different directions, graduation felt many more years behind seeing how some of your classmates led vastly different lives. A few took a leap of faith, ending up with unexpected careers far from their field of study, some have settled down, some with kids, their carefree personality mellowing as life settled on their shoulders. Some, you also learnt, remained solo, like Blake.

Ever the soft-spoken one, a smile always on his face as Blake gave people his undivided attention. He still preferred his beer over wine. Still asked for no truffle on his pasta, nor balsamic vinegar on his salad. Still scraped the buttercream off cakes. Still, he felt like the one you knew the least at the table that evening.

The ache of it was long gone, but you hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to desperately wish for something yet being powerless over it. It was funny how the world worked, that things came your way when you least expected it, that he found his way back eventually.

Blake offered to drop you home. ‘Won’t be a long drive away,’ he reassured. Nothing was a long drive at that hour, and you appreciated the gesture. In front of you apartment, he turned to you.

“I’m glad I saw you tonight. Can we catch up some more, over coffee sometime?”

You smiled. It was nice seeing him again, nostalgic. You were friends for so long for a reason.

“Of course. You know how to find me.”

He let out a small sigh, his gaze roaming your face.

The clock on the display reminded you of how late it was. “Thanks for the ride, Blake. Get home safe, okay?”

On the way up, you pulled your phone out as you yawned.

I’m home. Thanks again for today <3

It buzzed when you unlocked your door.

Had fun?

Why are you still up?

Waiting for you

Keegan had no business making you smile this hard. Maybe you could stay up a little longer.

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buckysmith · 1 year

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MW2 You're pregnant with his/her baby + birth (Keegan included) Part 2

Includes: John Price, Phillip Graves, Valeria Garza and Keegan P Russ

Warning: mention of miscarriage, slight nsfw in Valerias Headcanon

Captain John Price:

- You would notice it because of your period

- well- your non existing period

- you and price tried so many times to get pregnant and the last time you saw him was over two months ago

- You only saw him less than one hour, well at least it was a good one hour

- that one time you both just enjoyed the body from one another, couldn't be the time he gets you pregnant, could it?

- it could

- you're pregnant

- of course you're over the moon and back

- you would prepare your announcement about your pregnancy

- you would buy a cute military onesie and put it into a gift box

- the moment he comes home you would be way too nervous to tell him anything, mumbling bullshit to get him to sit on the couch and if it wouldn't be already awkward enough you would simply smack the present into his face

- he ofc would ask you if you're alright or if you have a stroke or something

- The only thing you would respond to him would be „gift"

- he would roll his eyes, not because of annoyance, no, because he finds it absolutely adorable (you don't know what about being an idiot from time to time is adorable)

- he would open it, just to close it again

- he wouldn't look at you, would open the present again and close it a few seconds later

- he would start to sob uncontrollably

- hug your big bear immediately

- he would cry so hard and pull you even more to him

- the whole pregnancy he would try his best, he would even stop to drink and smoke just for you and your baby

- he would be the one that drives you to Wendy's or

711 or McDonald's just to get whatever you want

- he once tried your pickle chocolate cake with bbq and ranch

- well- that would be the only time he's afraid of you

- honestly you scare him, what kind of iron stomach do you fricking have

- you both wanted a normal birth but your baby decided it wouldn't want to turn to the right position even with help so you would need a c section

- he's there the moment you fall asleep and the moment you wake up again

- he takes good care of his little ones :)

Phillip Graves:

- You both knew you both wanted kids, it was one of the things you both agreed on, on the first date

- He wouldn’t have dated you if you wouldn’t have wanted kids

- But you even though you both wanted kids you would wait at least to have children till you’re married

- after that, you both would try to get pregnant but somehow you wouldn’t get pregnant

- He would test him first to see if he’s the infertile one and after the test negative you would test if you’re the one

- He wouldn’t leave you after the doctors tell you that it’s almost impossible for you to have children

- He would comfort you, telling you that if you want you could adopt a kid

- you would see yourself as a failure, not able to bear his children

- He would try to tell you otherwise

- after a while you would feel very sick, you kept throwing up, you got annoyed easily, you had pain in your limbs and you wouldn’t know why

- you would ofc tell your husband about it and he would be very worried about you

- he would tell you to go see a doctor and you would do it after he got home (you had to wait a few days)

- after all the question the doctor asked you, he would ask you to lay down and to roll your shirt up so that he had access to your stomach

- he would tell you that you may have a tumor

- Phillip would held your hand in the minutes of uncertainty if you have tumor

- You would look at the monitor, shaking your head to what you can see

- the doctor would look at the monitor shocked

- graves would stand there not knowing what the fuck you both saw to get a reaction like that

- the moment the doc congrat you both he would understand

- he wouldn’t react to it, no smilie no tears, there would be just nothing just a stone cold Phillip graves

- he would open the back door of the van he owns, pushing you gently in it before closing the door and wrapping his arms around you just to bury his head in your neck

- that’s the moment he starts to sob and cry unconditionally

- you both would stay in that position for quite a while

- he would tell you how much he loves you and would tell you that over and over again

- he would love to lay his head against your tummy or to place his hands on it while standing behind you

- when you’re asleep he talks to his baby’s

- he would make a video tape for your baby, he would take a one minute video every single day, telling them anything that comes into his mind

- he wouldn’t only make it to have something to watch with you and your grown up kid

- no, sadly not. He would especially do that for the case he dies on one of his missions so that you and your baby has something to remember him

- but back to the cute stuff

- whatever you want he gives you. You want feet/back rubs? He’s got you. You want ice cream and French fries from McDonald’s in the middle of the night? He’s the first one to drive you there or to bring it to you

- he was protective over you way before but now with you pregnant it’s a whole new level

- You already owns two guard dogs thanks to him but now he wouldn’t allow you to leave the house at least not alone

- he is a workaholic but for he would try to give as much of his duty’s to someone

- he starts to pack the baby bag over three month before your due day

- he has every single thing planned, and for plan A there’s plan B and for plan B there’s plan C and going on

- He wouldn’t leave your side for one Second, no matter how long the birth takes place

- expect a lot of praises

- after the long and complicated birth he would hold you into your arms, with the baby laying on your bare chest with a light blanked covering you three so that no one would see you like that but him and god

Valeria Garza:

- She knew you wanted kids but ofc she can’t get you pregnant and she couldn’t imagine you being pregnant with someone else’s child

- you would whimper into her ear that you want her baby inside you and that would be the moment she realizes she can get you pregnant

- she would tell you her idea the next morning

- she can’t get you pregnant but she can give you one of her eggs

- so you both would decide which Baby daddy you both want and with some special docs and a whole fucking bible full of preparations to get you pregnant the doc’s would put her eggs inside you

- you prayed that at least one egg would make it

- yeah, not only one would make it, three would make

- so yeah, you’re the (un)lucky one with nig only one baby inside of you but three

- she would take good care of you the whole pregnancy

- not one of her henchman would see you the whole nine/ten month , only some very very very good “friends” of her and her family

- the moment you develop a baby tummy she would love to put her hands on your tummy or to lay her face against it

- while she does that she would mumble sweet things against it

- she would definitely “hit” your tummy playfully with one finger if one of your baby’s decides to kick you and scold them to not hurt you

- when you’re asleep she would talk to them

- she kisses your tummy a lot

- the birth would be quite complicated and very very long

- one of the baby’s wouldn’t lay correctly but because there’s three inside of you it’s a bit complex to turn it the right way

- but after a lot of trying, tears and her threating to kill the nurses and doctors the first baby would come out

- after 24 hours all three baby’s would lay inside their crib and you exhausted in Valeria’s arms with your head burried in her chest

- she would praise you a lot

Keegan P Russ:

- he wouldn’t have wanted kids in the first place

- he just couldn’t imagine himself to settle down even though you’re the one he loves the most

- he would tell you that he doesn’t want kids and even though you want one you would stay with him

- thanks to his job he isn’t at home most of the time but he would write you at least once a day and you would send him messages/ pics or videos

- a lot of your friends would start family’s so you would be around of baby’s most of your free time

- you would send him a lot of videos or pics that your friends made while you feed or played with the baby’s/ toddlers

- when he’s at home you don’t meet your friends to enjoy your time with him but somehow you would meet one of your heavily pregnant friends with their spouse

- he would quietly watching you both interacting with each other

- that would stay inside his mind for days

- in these few days he would imagine you with a tummy too

- Somehow it would warm his heart

- the last evening he has with you till he has to work again he would tell you about it

- you would tell him that if he doesn’t want kids that’s okay for you but he would shush you telling you that he wants kids

- you wouldn’t understand why he changed by you wouldn’t complain about it

- that evening would be the start of you having a baby

- you would get pregnant that time but sadly lose your in your forth month cause of a car crash

- no matter where he is when it happens, he’s home in less than 12 hours

- he would knew how much that loose affect you and would try to give you all the support you need

- he wouldn’t leave your side for months

- he’s sad too but ofc can’t imagine the pain you go trough and he knows that

- he would make your baby a little shrine

- he would ask you if you wanted to continue on having a child and at some point you would

- the second time you get pregnant he would try to stay as much with you as he can

- he would do anything for you

- there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make you feel better

- the moment you both know that it’s in fact not only one child but two would make you speechless

- after a bit over nine months you would go into labor

- your pregnancy was easy compared to other ones and so is the birth of your baby’s

- he would stand by your side, but would ask you at some point not to break his hand with a smile on his face

- after “only” three hours you both would lay with your baby’s in the hospital bed

- that would be besides the day you married his happiest day

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Final Girl — Slasher!Keegan P. Russ x Reader (1/?)

A word before we start: screaming sounds a whole lot like laughter.

Nothing beats the paranoia of a high man. Rough, calloused hands shove you into the dark wooden closet, whisper-yelling orders to keep your damn mouth shut before the though of protesting could even occur inside your little drunken head. Everything is spinning inside around the room, too focused on the light sensation in your head to be able to connect the dots until it's too late.

“Listen, man, we don't have anyt—” Life can be unpredictable. One moment you're having fun with your friends in a rented cabin in the woods, and the other, your best friend is being shoved into the floor by a much bigger man, the loud sounds of his shouts and struggling instinctively forcing you to put a palm over your mouth, trying your best not to scream along your dying friend.

A quiet whimper makes its way out of your throat the moment a long, bloodied machete is raised in the air, horrified wide eyes meeting yours as the panic fully sets in for him. It's like seeing a trainwreck yet being unable to stop watching, even when your brain is screaming at you to close your eyes. To save yourself from the trauma, to protect your psyche, to let the last image of your best friend be him alive—

Hack.

The masked killer lands heavy blows one right after the other on the figure underneath him, blood splashing all over the room, forcing another muffled whimper out of your lip as the man hacks away at your friend's dead body, seemingly getting more and more excited with every single new wound he's forcing.

The house is quiet— way too quiet for a group of 5 drunk people. You were previously in the bathroom, too preoccupied throwing your guts out in the bathroom to hear any noise through the loud gags and the ringing in your ears. The man's heavy breathing fills the room, making you subconsciously hold your own, not wanting to get any of his attention and be his next victim. They say ignorance is bliss, yet not knowing if the man is aware of your presence only makes the black pit of dread grow in your stomach.

His movements are slow and calculated, letting go of your friend's mangled up corpse, the sound of the machete being pulled out of his flesh almost makes you gag, secretly thankful that you emptied your stomach earlier. Baby-blue eyes scan the room with a precision that almost seemed robotic, instinctive, like a predator who has always succeeded at catching his prey.

Your heart goes down to your stomach when his cold gaze connects with yours through the thin wooden blinds, masked head tilting to the side in what seems to be sick amusement. He inches closer to you, his footsteps surprisingly quiet for a man his size, eyes crinkling up with his pupils dilating quickly, black almost taking over the pale blue.

His gloved hand raises slowly towards the doorknob, maintaining eye contact with your tear-filled eyes— only for his head to snap up towards the sound of a crack on the wooden floor coming from the kitchen. He gives the closet one last look before running towards the sound, the sickening sound of your friend's blood and guts dripping down his machete and clothes following right after him.

Thrashing and more screaming is heard from the other side of the house, snapping you out of it enough to realize it's your only chance to escape the same fate your friends met. Your shaky hand twists the doorknob slowly, not daring to look at the dead body right in front of the door— the body of someone who died just to protect you.

A shaky whimper escapes your lips when you accidentally kick the limb corpse, shaking your head a few times to snap out of it before you move away from him, staring ahead with an unfaltering sense of dread eating you from within.

Your steps are wide and calculated, sobered up the moment the masked killer started attacking your friend right in front of you. From what little you can see thanks to the moonlight seeping through the windows, the entire place looks out of a horror movie, blood staining every single wall, dripping down at such a slow pace that it almost seems like it's God's way of taunting you.

Relief finds place into the pit of dread the moment you can see the entrance door, finally feeling like you're able to breathe again— like you're not leaving behind any of your friends who may have survived the brutal attack. Guilt has no place in survival, you convince yourself within seconds as your shaky hand reaches for the doorknob, only to be slammed against the wall, a gloved hand covering your mouth to muffle the bloodcurdling screams that leave your lips.

You thrash against his rough hold, earning nothing other than a much harder hair pull, only stopping your thrashing the moment you feel cold metal pressing against your throat. Your eyes close as tears fall down your cheeks, pooling on the soft fabric of the gloves of the man holding you against your will.

“And where the fuck do you think you're going, hm?” He turns you around forcefully, pining your body against the wall with his own, tilting his head to the side just to taunt you as his sharp machete presses harder against your neck. His free hand comes up to caress your cheek, teasingly spreading your friend's blood all over your cheeks, forcing a choked sob out of you.

“Aww... Now you're all quiet. Poor pretty, broken princess...” His tone holds nothing but fake pity and pure amusement, sickly getting off on your pathetically horrified expression. His body presses against you harder as he looms over you, only leaning down to press his masked face against the crook of your neck, not bothering to hide the way he's inhaling your smell as the back of his gloved hand keeps absentmindedly running over your cheeks in an action that would be soothing, had he not been the man who killed your loved ones.

“I'll let you go.” Your breath hitches at his words, not believing him for a single second— not when you can feel his boner pressing against your stomach, his hips subtly rubbing against you to get more friction while he wonders if it's truly worth it to let you go instead of sending you home in a box.

“But you say a word about this to anyone... and I mean anyone, princess, and I swear to God, I'll gut you like a fucking fish.” His words take a bitter tone after he calls you princess, though the hold on the machete softens slightly as he hears your choked sobs, knowing the only thing preventing you from nodding vigorously like a well-trained dog is the blood-bathed steel pressing to your neck.

“Yeah? Do you promise?” The machete is moved out of the way, yet he still keeps you pinned against the wall so you don't try to run away. His pinky finger is raised up to your face mockingly, giving you an expecting look that takes you a few seconds too long to understand. Your shaky hand comes up to his, intertwining your pinky with his in a childish promise, a whimper leaving your lips the moment he applies enough pressure to make it hurt before releasing you.

He moves out of the way after a few tantalizing seconds, nodding his head towards the door, watching you scurry away like a kicked puppy, his entire body itching to go after you— and deciding against it last second, knowing he'll be seeing you soon.

Author's note: The art published in all chapters belongs to @moosch!! We're both very excited about this project and to expand on something we've been talking about almost daily for months, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do. <3

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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Video games -Keegan P. Russ NSFW

A/N: isn't he dreamy?....he's my husband...don't tell the others

Based on a request: Hey so you think you can make a keegan p russ x reader where keegan is playing a video game and not giving reader any attention so to make him give them attention they suck his dick and make him all horny in the end they have sex In some part can you add face fucking and fingering to and of course p in v And last thing can it be a fem!reader thank you for reading this this is my first request so I really hope you can do this ---- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, established!relationship, fingering, face!fucking, P-in-V, gamer!boyfriend ----

A/N: let's thank my guy friend for helping me reenact some parts to write this because in some parts I was dead ass confused on how to explain mental images I had..

Keegan has been playing video games for about two hours. You were downstairs watching some crime show when you noticed the time. "Keegan?" you turn the TV off and walk upstairs. His headset is on as he continues to curse at the screen. Keyboard clicking as you sit on the seat he designated for you. "Babe?" You say again but he can't hear you. You notice how he curses and mumbles words. His frustration grows, he begins to adjust himself on the seat and then he lets out a frustrated groan.

"Fuck…fuck.." he continues to mumble. Your gaze is on his hands as he continues playing, you begin to feel aroused by how he is and his hands. Your warm hands roam your body, trying to call for his attention, "Keegan~" You begin to touch your chest but he still doesn't give you much besides a side glare and a chuckle. "Not now, doll." Your body becomes more aroused and then you get up, walk to him and then get on your knees. Your head rested on the outer side of his leg, eyes big and looking up at him. He looks down and pauses the game, his hands cupping your face, "Just ten more minutes, okay, my love?" he bends down and kisses the top of your forehead.

"But, Keegs-" "My love, just be a good girl and be patient," his tone soft as his gaze goes back to the screen. "Can I be between your legs at least?" "Of course," he shifts and you adjust yourself between his legs. Your pretty face resting on his thighs. His mumbles and curses were still heard, his mates yelling over the headphones and causing him to laugh a few times. Your eyes are on his bulge, a grin as you get an idea. Something he and you have been trying to do for some time, head as he plays a video game. Your hand reaches and begins to rub your hand on his bulge. "What- my love what are you doing?" Your innocent stare and that pouty lip give him an idea and he just lets it happen.

His cock is now in your hands as you lick the tip. "Fuck.." he moans and pushes your head to go further on him. His mates ask for his help as he throws his head back. "Just like that," he looks back down and smiles. Your gaze filled with tears Your head bobbing as your gaze stays on him. "God you're so good," he strokes your hair out of your face. One of your hands on his leg as you try and pull away but he wouldn't let you. You begin to gag, mascara tears run down your face, he wipes them off and then leaves the game. "Fuck…c'mere," he forces you to stand up and throws you to the bed.

"Keegan-" his mouth on yours immediately, rough hands roaming your body, unclothing you and starting to leave marks on you. His cock is hard by the second which leads him to let his fingers move your panties to the side. "Open your mouth," he commands, his fingers inside of your mouth. "Just like that, keep sucking on them." His moans and yours, mix to one. You begin to feel his other hand on your clit, slowly teasing your sensitive tissue. You get more aroused, your hips moving as you feel his thick fingers inside your cunt. You whimper and moan, your fingers on your clit. "So greedy you need more?" he chuckles, fingers out of your cunt as he undoes your bra.

Warm tongue on your hard nipples, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers. "Fuck…Keegan- fuck.." your moans louder as you feel him slap and finger your cunt. Your drool dripping down, that stare of yours only making him want more. He can't take it so he manhandles you into spreading your legs wide open, his hand on your throat as the tip of his cock teases and slaps your entrance. You wrap your hand on his wrist as he begins to slowly thrust inside of you. "Oooh, darlin'…fuck..you're so tight," he moans. His thrusts are slow and delicate, your clit receiving her much-needed attention. He leans forward and moans by your ear.

At this point it was noticeable he didn't care for any video game as he feels the need to own your body over and over. He begins to grin at your cunt with each one of his thrusts. Your once horny approach now brings better pleasure than some toy you'd plan on using. Your eyes are half closed, moans so sweet and soft it makes him want to ruin you more. "You like that?" he says as his thrusts begin to hit your g spot. You close your eyes and Keegan loses control. You begin to clench around him, leaving him with more loud moans and light whimpers.

"Fuck pretty girl," he kisses your neck and once he feels your juices all over his fat cock, he pulls out. Thinking it was over, you reach for the blanket before he once more manhandles your head to the edge of the bed. You look up, gaze hald drunk as you know what's to come. His cock slaps your cheeks before he holds your head and lets his cock fill your small mouth.

Your cunt still throbbing and even more so as he fucks your mouth without mercy. His balls hit your now sticky skin, your moans muffled by his cock. You gag more and let out desperate whimpers but he won't let you out of this so easily. His hips thrusting in and out of your mouth, your throat for sure being sore by the next day. Keegan's hands grip hard on your head, not caring for you since at this moment you were nothing more than a fuck doll to him. His thrusts get more sloppy as his pre-cum begins to drip on your face. He slaps your tits a few times and watches as they jiggle. Your still sensitive cunt in view gives him more reasons to cum.

"Fuck…oh..shit..yes" his moans now low and mumbled. Your eyes leak tears of both pain and pleasure. You can't help but begin to enjoy this. Keegan couldn't contain it anymore. His cum paints your throat white. He out and before you can spit out his entire load he forces your mouth shut, "swallow like a good girl," he commands. You beg with your eyes but it only makes him slap you. "Be good," he warns and slaps you again. Once you swallow his cum, you stick your tongue out and he spits in your mouth. "Swallow it," he says once more and you obey.

"Good girl, r/n." his lips meet your forehead and he carries you back to his side of the bed where he proceeds to cuddle you and whisper more praises.

It was safe to say, the rest of the evening was spent in bed, in the comfort of his arms.

A/N: I died half way through this...and I now know who the horny bitches in my blog are....love yaaaaa

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Keegan P. Russ x Autistic Reader

A/n: Once again, I myself am not autistic, I'm just here to try and spread love to you guys through characters. If any of this is wrong you can feel free to let me know ♥️

Keegan had a small circle. He didn't people a whole lot but mentoring the new kids that somehow ended up under his wing kind of became his thing. Like the unethical uncle whose closer in age to you than your parents kinda thing.

So when he heard you'd be joining the team he knew you were damn good. They hadn't had someone join for a while considering how tight knit that were, under the radar and skilled.

So whoever you were, you were worthy and Keegan could recognize that. Even if he'd test for himself your limits on field.

When you first met him he wasn't exactly what you'd expected. The others looked somewhat presentable and there was... Keegan. 😂😅

You were nervous to impress them and didn't want to fail. You were given the opportunity to work with the ghost team. You didn't want to screw it up.

When you met him, those first few days were extremely anxiety inducing. Shaking his hand and struggling to keep your eyes in one place.

"Eyes on me soldier."

"Sorry sir." You whispered, looking up at him briefly before your eyes darted away somewhere else again.

"Have trouble with eye contact soldier?"

"Yes sir... Sorry."

"That's fine. Just address me respectfully. We'll work on the eye contact."

You nod a little, following after him while Logan and Hesh follow after.

It didn't take too long. He eventually got his hands on your proper file instead of word of mouth and got to reading. This is where he discovered you are autistic.

Ah, so that explained eye contact. He doesn't know a lot about autism. He knows it makes a person neurologically different from others. But that was about it.

He just shrugged and went along with it, figuring he could learn from watching you. Since staying in the background and watching was his thing.

He watched you attempt to socialize with the others. They were all relatively quiet, all except for Hesh and Logan, who were riding the excitement of a new member.

They were a family and happy to welcome you and your skills in.

Over time Keegan got to noticing little things about you. How you flinched and at louder noises and your nose scrunched whenever you accidentally touched something you didn't like.

Especially the masks that they had for you guys to optionally wear. They were scratchy and tight and just didn't feel the best. Immediately turning down the offer to wear it.

Keegan noticed how you are your food, what you would refuse and what you'd eat. Your little organized piles, as well as with your new room.

Huh, autism definitely had its perks. That what he thought at first. One mission where you were forced to wear the mask for clearance purposes changed that.

You were stuck in this tight, itchy thing. It made your face too hot and pulled at your cheeks. You kept tugging it and trying to move it, scrunching up when it rubbed on your skin.

"Keep up kid." Keegan called behind him as he walked further along the old road. Your feet picked back up, silently following while trying to just get over the feeling of the mask.

Everything was going good, the air was quiet, the enemies were still. The ghost team doing what it did best.

Until the stress, the mask, the smell of the air through the fabric, and something inside you all too familiar snapped.

You dropped your gun at your hilt, immediately clawing at the thing desperately. Keegan whipped around, gun aimed until he saw it.

"Kid- kid, easy." He went over, attempting to pull your hands away but tears filled your eyes. "Get it off- get it off! Get it off!" You choked, voice cutting into nothing.

"You need to keep it on, it's fine."

You sobbed, finally pulling the edge, trying to rip it off your face, so Keegan stepped in. Pushing your back against the wall, his knee pressing into you as he gently pulled the mask off, letting you breathe.

Your back against the wall was grounding, breathing in air, rubbing your sweaty face of the afterfeeling. "Easy... Keep your head in the game, kid."

After that Keegan decided to do some more digging. He hadn't seen you looked so panicked.

That's where he learned about your sensitivity to different things and how textured, tastes, smells, touch, all can be affected.

And he felt that protectiveness. He didn't have to, but he went to the main office and got a different mask approved. It was a smoother, almost silk texture. Not too heavy, and it was loose. Next mission he gave it to you.

"Kid, try this." He tossed you the mask and in a last second you caught it, looking at it. "For me?" You looked back up at him.

"Keep your helmet on straight, you should be fine." He grabs his gun, nodding. "Wanna help you do your job right, right?"

You smiled softly. "Right."

From that point on Keegan pretty much adopted you. You were a good fighter, sometimes getting overwhelmed. When you were alone down in the compound with the others in the building, he was there.

"Keegan..."

"Talk to me kid, what do ya need?"

"I don't know what to do..." Your breathing was picking up as you looked at all the corners and empty fields.

Keegan nodded, grabbing the monitor. "Alright, couple feet in front of you, then you'll make a left. Should be two guys at the end of that wall. Take them down."

Keegan walked you through. It became habit to help you through when you needed it or felt unsure and overwhelmed.

And if anyone attempted to bully you or point it out? I pray for their soul, because God is the last thing they'll be talking to after that.

Keegan is pretty protective of you, and overtime You've grown closer to you. You opened up about your life with autism over drinks one evening. Telling him about the good and the bad.

Keegan wasn't the hugest talker, so he listened. Eyes on you, he tipped his drink to his mouth as you talked about autism. And then slowly throughout telling some of your life story you dragged onto topics of your favorite game characters or action figures. Iconic music people you liked or movies. And Keegan listened with interest.

You two talked until the bar closed and Keegan covered the tab, escorting you out the door.

"Keegan." You touched his arm.

He turned before getting in the car, looking at you. "Yeah?"

"Thanks. People usually say I'm annoying... You listened though."

Keegan hummed. "Always listening kid. Always."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. You got in the car and the two of you headed home.

After a nightmare of the battlefield, you would usually just hide. Your weight blanket under your bed usually worked. Your other squadmates hated you and you first started having nightmares around them.

But this time, breathing heavy, tears in your eyes, you found yourself at Keegan's door.

Keegan grumbled as he unlocked it and looked at you. "Kid... Y'ok?"

You shake your head, trembling. "Can I... Stay with you?"

There was a tense moment. Keegan didn't let many people into his room, or his bed, for any reason on that matter. But something tugged on that heart of his buried somewhere in there.

"Come in. Get comfy as you need."

You nodded gratefully and came over. Keegan let you lay down, smelling the familiar smell of Keegan on the sheets. Seeing his room for the first time. If was dark, there weren't any vibrant colors or patterns so it wasn't as much to look at.

But sometimes that's nice.

Keegan sat in the chair by his desk, looking at you, watching you get all situated in bed.

"Keegan can..." You sniffed. "Can you lay on top of me?"

He frowned. "What for?"

"Just... Please, it's complicated."

Keegan could see in your eyes you weren't pulling his leg so he did. Crawling into bed, making sure you were comfy on your back before slotting himself on top of you, arms wrapped around you a little, head settling.

"This ok?"

You wrapped your arms around him tightly. "Yes, thank you." You whispered. And within 20 minutes you were back asleep. With a warm, known body against yours.

Keegan has got your back. It's something you've slowly come to realize over time. Whether it be helping with food, environment, being a giant human weight blanket, talking you through missions, letting you ramble about anything you'd like.

You found yourself smiling with this family. Getting a chuckle out of him as you rambled on and on about things you wanted so desperately to talk about. Stuff someone was willing to hear.

This was a place that made you feel safe, a person you felt safe with.

Keegan could probably do some more research, and he promises he will find the time for it, but for now, he will learn alongside you as you grow more and more into an even better soldier.

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