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yawnderu · 2 months

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MDNI. p in v penetration, hardcore sex, choking, wrestling, punching, biting, nosebleed, scratching, creampie. Keegan calls anyone younger than him ''kid''.

“Give up, kid.” Your body thrashes underneath him, trying to get out of the rough headlock he put you in. Your closed fist slams against his leg multiple times, only making him apply more pressure, not letting you go even when your nails dig deeper and deeper into his skin.

“Fuck you... cunt.” You barely manage to mutter through gritted teeth, black dots appearing in your vision the harder he chokes you. He keeps your neck pressed against his bicep and forearm, flexing the muscle, sickly getting off on the way your loud gasps and whines ring around the training room.

The pressure in your face grows stronger by the second, loud gasps leaving your lips once he finally lets go, pushing your smaller body out of the way.

“If you're struggling that much, this isn't the place for you.” He spits out, clearly wanting a reaction out of you— and a reaction he gets the moment your elbow connects to his face, putting as much force as you can in hurting him, even if you have to play dirty.

Keegan's rough, calloused hand goes up to his nose the moment he feels warmth leaking down and the familiar taste of iron filling his mouth. He lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head softly and not even bothering to wipe down the blood staining his pale skin, letting it pool around his wife beater.

For anyone else, he'd look oddly unbothered by it, simply looking down at the floor and maybe even regretting being an asshole. For you? You know it's the calm before the storm, annoyance silently boiling inside him, slowly reaching its breaking point.

He licks his blood-stained lips before looking down at you, lifeless blue eyes simply staring for a few seconds, letting the silence linger simply to make you nervous.

Stubbornness and something else brew inside you the moment your eyes drift down, noticing the way his pants are tightening up, the outline of his thick cock showing more by the second. It's a subtle glance before your eyes meet his, yet by the annoying smirk on his lips, you can tell he knows.

You're stuck in a staring competition, refusing to give him the pleasure of letting him intimidate you the same way he does to everyone else. Keegan's stare may seem cold, yet you can see fire dancing in his baby-blue eyes, slowly coming to a breaking point. His lips crash against yours seconds later, rough hands opening your legs wide enough for his burly body to fit between them, his clothed hard cock rubbing against your pussy.

“Fuck you.” You repeat, pure venom in your tone despite the way your lips immediately go back to his. Keegan's tongue wraps around yours as his hand goes down to the hem of his pants, pulling out his cock with ease and laying it down on your stomach.

“Fuck me?” He whispers, letting out a dry chuckle at your vigorous nod. You don't need to look down to realize just how big Keegan's cock is, feeling the weight and warmth of it spreading all over your stomach, not protesting even when he rips your shorts and panties off of you, leaving them hanging on your ankle.

“Yeah... fuck you.” The way you're as stubborn as a mule even when he can see your exposed, sopping cunt almost makes him laugh, yet he doesn't need to be told twice. His leaking tip rubs against your folds, your slick and his precum mixing for a few seconds before he lines himself up, entering your needy cunt with a hard thrust. Your moans and gasps are silenced by his lips, barely even giving you time to get used to his meaty cock before he's slamming into you, shoving himself as deep as possible.

The disagreements you had in the past are slowly being pulled out of your brain with each hard thrust, silently surrendering as your velvety walls clench around him, the lewd sounds of muffled moans and your wet cunt being roughly fucked form a symphony, bouncing off the walls of the empty training room.

“This what you needed? To be fucked stupid by a big cock?” Keegan's sarcastic tone leaves you breathless, another whiny moan leaving your lips when his hips slam faster against yours, his meaty thighs ramming against your ass. His hands grip your waist tightly as he hammers into your needy cunt, short nails digging into your flesh with an intensity born of his own desires.

“Fuck— I'm sorry, kid.” His pathetic excuse of an apology is clearly fake, leaving you confused until you feel his teeth sinking into your shoulder, muffling the deep moans leaving his lips the moment he can feel his muscles tightening up, moving faster and harder inside you. You let out a pained groan, nails sinking deep into his muscular back, dragging them down in an attempt at dealing with the overwhelming sensation of his fat cock hitting your cervix over and over.

Keegan is about to pull out before your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him closer and closer until he lets out a deep grunt, hips stuttering as his cock throbs, shooting endless ropes of thick cum right into your needy, tight walls, making sure to shove himself as deep as possible while your cunt instinctively milks him dry.

His heavy body collapses over yours, trembling with the aftermath of your intense encounter. His heart races in his chest as he basks into the sensation of having empty balls and a warm body underneath him— despite the way your palm is connecting with his ribs harshly.

“Get off of me, dude.” Your protests go ignored, letting out a loud sigh when you hear snores right against your ear.

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milkteaarttime · 30 days

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HIII SORRY FOR THE LONG LONG BREAK I TOOK!!! Lots of life changes with work, health, and love.

Have a completed Keegan Cowboy!!!!!

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simonrillleyyysss · 1 month

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So bc it's your bday I js wanna ask, how would Graves or Keegan (you pick) treat their lover on birthday? Like would they do anything special or what?

Happy 20th bday btw🎂💞💞

thanks for ur req!! and thanks for the birthday wishes 💞🥺

graves ;

i feel like he goes all out, roses, jewellery, fancy dinner! he’s spoiling you from head to toe, bringing you to every single shop you could think of, oh..you mentioned a bag? he’ll buy you 10 versions of them, shoes? just lift the whole rack, babygirl.

he loves showing you off, and showing his dedication—so he makes public announcements! you best bet his instagram is a cringey slideshow of you two, or baby photos of you :((

he’s so considerate, even asking his mama to help him bake you a cake, only adding two candles because he lost the others, making sure to hold your hair out of your face while you blow the candles out and make your wish, peppering your cheeks in quick kisses afterwards.

will probably fuck you later, but now?? he’ll bask in the intimacy of you holding his hand, watching the cringey comedy film with him, nestled between his muscular arm and his chest, his fingers twiddling with the brand new necklace he gave you, your initials engraved beside his<3

keegan;

he’s like graves, loves showing you off—but doesn’t drag you around, you wanna sit in and chill! that’s fine, he’ll give you all your presents and get some alcohol for you both aswelll as a cheap cake, only because his presents were so expensive<3

he asks you months before your birthday what you want, makes a big moodboard aswell as a ‘shopping list’ type thing, crosses off everything he doesn’t think you’d like, or isn’t expensive enough! his partner needs the best, and only the best

gets you a big bundle of flowers, sappy? yes, sweet? absolutely. he has no shame approaching you that morning and kneeling down, handing you the flowers aswell as a kiss to your hand, practically preaching his vows!

he’s head over heels, worshipping you even more that entire day, especially when he’s kicking the door shut behind him after a long day of spoiling you, time for your big gift..

gets you a dog, hates it but you love it.

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yupstep · 3 months

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Imma just leave this here 😌

#artwork #call of duty #cod modern warfare #digital art #cod mw2 #fanart #masked men #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ cod #men in masks

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blingblong55 · 21 days

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Not a romantic -Keegan P. Russ NSFW

Based on a request: Can we please get some Keegan content? I lovedddd the wandering eyes headcannon and was thinking like what if when the reader first joins he is rude to her and cocky but after a mission everyone goes out to celebrate and the reader is wearing smth super sexy and he starts like crushing on her or smth Omg also like what if the reader notices after the night they celebrated that Keegan changed and starts wearing tighter outfits and stuff to tease him and maybe there is a bit of NSFW🤭🤭🤭 or not lolll but I love ur writing so much❤️❤️❤️ ---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, recording, pervy!Keegan ----

A/N: went of script, I know

Being a part of the infamous team Ghosts, you were bound to get close to everyone on the team, except one man, Keegan Russ. It wasn't that he didn't like you, but he could just remind you that he was way better than you in most things. If you tried to prove yourself to be worthy of being a part of the team, he'd be there to remind you he was good at almost everything and you were just not so good.

He didn't even know why he was this way towards you, not like he had a pre-planned way of treating you, but when he first saw you, it was like a switch was turned on.

Tonight, as a long and grueling mission ended, Logan proposed to relax and go to a local bar. Everyone agreed, even the serious man you had known all this time said yes to it. Once you all had reached to base, you showered and decided to wear something more…nicer. The colour of the dress you wore accentuated your eyes and curves so well that by the time you arrived at the bar, everyone turned heads. Keegan smirked at this rather sweeter side of you. Sweet only because this was a treat for his eyes.

He buys you a drink and then it hits you, he is some dirty dog, liking the curves and sweet body you possess. His body language betrays all he is trying not to say out loud. His playful hands pulled the barstool you sat on closer to him, those drunk eyes of his spilling what his dick wished to do. "Y/N, c'mon, just take a small sip, this is us celebrating for fuck sake," Keegan's deep and sweet voice slurred by now.

He gets closer, "Pretty thing you got on," he comments and then pulls away but you know best and smirk. "Logan said the same thing," you lie and he looks back at the table where Logan sits at. "He fucking wouldn't."

"Oh please, you know he would," you take a sip from your drink and look at him, waiting for any stupid comment he'd make. "No, he knows not to– whatever," he plays it cool and walks away, taking a smoke break, according to him. From outside, he watches how you just sit there and his eyes begin to travel lower and lower. A smirk plays on his mouth as he imagines all the things he would do to your pretty little body. His cock aching to be between your precious legs but he will play along and wait for the right time.

For days after, he gets closer to you. He asks all the right questions and doesn't hide around innocent questions. Keegan is bold sure but all these questions and the way his voice would go lower when asking them had you excited for any late-night talk he wanted to have.

This goes on for weeks and eventually, you decide to play with him. Knowing he fancies you so much makes you wear tighter shirts around base. Hesh eventually just makes a bet with the others, waiting to see if he'd win and so far, he is winning.

When you walk into the common room, Keegan usually man spreads or places a pillow between his legs and licks his lips. Your cleavage makes him horny enough to the point he leaves the room, coming minutes later looking more relaxed.

When working out, he watches from afar, enjoying the squats you do or how you groan or even breathe out when working too much.

By the end of the day, he goes to your room, knocking on the door when he hears your sweet moans. He knows no one would freely come and fuck you, he took care of that a long time ago, so, this only means you must be touching yourself. Not so innocent after all.

He looks around the hall and when he knows no one will come around, he sneaks into your room, carefully taking steps and closing the door. He can see you lying on your bed, a pink toy between your legs as your eyes close and you turn the volume up to your headphones. He smirks and pulls his phone out, sets it on a book and records you.

Keegan knows he shouldn't do this, but he also knows he needs this more than anything.

He undoes his jeans and pulls his fat and hard cock out, he tries not to make noise as he strokes his cock. Spit falls onto his free hand before touching himself more.

His eyes are on you like a hawk, he smirks as he hears your whimpers and moans. The toy should be replaced by me, he thinks as he watches you pump it inside of you like a bitch in heat.

What he doesn't expect is you moaning his name over and over. Your free hand on your hard nipple as you moan trying to suppress a scream of his name. "Fuck…oh fuck…Keegan," your head was thrown back as you grew more sensitive. You stop playing with your tits and flick your already needy and sensitive bud.

He nods and watches you with hunger. His dick is ready to just fuck itself in you, but it'd be wrong, so he continues to enjoy the show. A pretty little thing like you deserves an audience after all. He doesn't need some shit-looking porn actress that resembles you when he's got this. Not anymore.

The more he jerks off, the more he finds himself biting his lip and getting reading to let his cum spill out.

He looks around and finds your bra by the chair he's on, he grabs it and as he strokes his cock faster, he lets his cum get collected on it.

He pulls his jeans back on, but not before taking a good look at you.

Your moans get louder and before he knows it, your legs shake as you curse his name out. Sweet little thing came for me, he thinks and leaves the room. His phone in his hand serves as proof you need him like he needs you.

"I'm not a romantic, but I'd fuck your brains out, Y/N," a note he wrote before leaving is placed near the cum covered bra.

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smallerthan3 · 4 days

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uploading this as a separate post as well + rainy version bc pls no flop (ㅅ´ ^ `)

keegan, as requested!

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bouncybongfairy · 15 days

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Simon Says

Ghost!Keegan!Soap x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After coming back from the bar and continuing the last mission's success at the safe house. Price comes out, complaining about the noise, so you guys move it to your room. A foul game of Simon Says takes place.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Group Smut & Facial, Male Receiving Head, Rough Smut.

Not Proof Read

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It was late and Ghost, Soap, Keegan and yourself were hanging out in the living room of the safe house. The current mission you were working on just wrapped up and everyone was celebrating with drinks and laughter; a rare sight within task force 141. Everyone else had gone to bed after coming home from the bar. They had their fill of fun but you guys were just getting started. Pouring shots of cheap vodka and smoking while listening to music. Price came out, complaining about the smell and noise, moving to your room to avoid any more confrontations. You were nervous to have all three of them in your room. They were looking around at all your stuff, posters, stuffed animals, and of course the stereo. You connected your phone and started playing BabyMetal, Keegan picked up a picture from your desk.

“Is this you?” he asked, holding a picture of you in freshman year of college. It was you and a good friend, you grew up in Jersey which meant Snooki pretty much was your fashion icon all of college.

“Is that a joint?” Ghost asked, laughing at your duck lips and hair extensions.

“Yeah it was quite the era. Look, I was crying because my sister and I got into a huge fight over who’s turn it was for the Juicy Couture bag. You can see where my spray tan ran down my neck” you laugh reminiscing on simpler times.

Ghost was sitting on your office chair, legs spread and leaning over to reach the cigarette you were sharing. Keegan and Soap were lounge on your bed; you were curled up on a beanie bag. You couldn’t remember who suggested it but you guys started playing drinking games. Things like fuck the dealer and flip cup. You were getting pretty tipsy, giggling randomly and your body warming up. The boys were having a conversation among themselves while you lined up the shot glasses and grabbed the bottle.

“Are you sure you can handle another drink?” Soap asked.

“Are you asking me or yourself?” you asked, handing the liquor out.

After some more small talk, you excused yourself to change. Normally your pajamas are pretty revealing so you wear a sweatshirt and cotton shorts. Long socks because it was always freezing in your room. Once you started getting dressed you noticed how drunk you actually were. Tripping slightly while trying to get your shorts on Coming out and watching as all their eyes fall onto you. Clearly looking you up and down, at first you wanted to be like ‘oh my god don’t look at me like that’ but also you did so… why lie? You sat back on the bean bag as Keegan began to speak.

“We should play another game,” he said.

“What about Simon Says?” Ghost says.

“Isn’t that your name?” you drunkenly giggle.

“Yeah, so just know when I say something you have to take it seriously,” he said.

After that comment that vibe in the room felt different after that. All of them went from sitting back and lounging to sitting forwards. Soap and Ghost were sitting on the bed, Keegan was on the office chair. You beanbag was on the floor so they were all looking down on you.

“Simon says: sit on my lap,” he says, leaning back slightly like he was making room. All their breathing became harder, you rolled your eyes at the reaction.

“What is this middle school? Out of all the things you could have asked?” you laugh, walking over and sitting on his thighs without hesitation. Making the point that it wasn’t a very daunting task.

“Okay hot shot, Simon says: to read smut out loud,” Soap said, crossing his arms.

“I don’t read-'' you started but was interrupted.

“Yes you do,” they all said in unison, “you need to invest in a privacy screen,” Keegan said, you could tell all three of them were smirking under their masks.

“Fine.” you grab your phone and look through your tumblr.

If they wanted to show, you were going to go full out. Finding a Captain America smut about hooking up in the barracks. It was obvious that they were wanting you to be flustered and flushed but it was doing the opposite. They were blushing and squirming around like there was no way to get comfortable. As you continued to read, Simon was getting hard. This was throwing you off your game a bit, now beginning to stumble over your words. Ghost noticed this and leaned back in his chair more, allowing him to press his member against your ass.

You started rocking your hips every now and then. Enjoying hearing his almost silent groans and growls. His hands were starting to wander, running up and down your thighs. You looked over at the other guys and they were practically drooling. Looking at you like a can of beer they waited all day to crack open. Soap got up first and Keegan followed, your heart began to race. He slowly approached you and cupped your face in his hands. Rubbing your cheeks with his calloused thumbs. Keegan was on the side of him, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Such a pretty little thing right?” Soap asked Keegan. This made you shiver, goosebumps prickled along your skin. Your phone dropping to the floor, Ghost kicked it away.

“Fuck yeah, just begging to be ruined,” he said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it off your body. Leaving your chest completely exposed. Keegan reached down and pinched one of your nipples, pulling and twisting. You gasp and try leaning back but Ghost isn't letting you go anywhere.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” Ghost asked, grabbing your elbows.

Soap grabbed the other and Ghost held you in place as they groped and played with your chest. The more you squirmed the harder Ghost became, pre-cum starting to bleed through his pants. Your face was flushed and sweat was beading on your forehead. Keegan used his other hand and parted your lips with his thumb. Eventually pushing it into your mouth; pressing your tongue down and feeling around your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb looking up and shifting your eyes between the two of them. Pulling his thumb out and spreading your saliva all over your lips. Ghost stood you up slightly so he could free his dick that was straining against his pants. Pulling your shorts to the side and lining you up with his tip; grabbing your hips guiding you down on his member. He groaned and let his chin fall on top of your head. Your eyes rolled back and a loud gasp fell from your lips. Moaning and panting while you got used to how big he was.

“Why do you get her?” Keegan asked.

“Use her mouth i’m fucking busy,” he growled, trying his best not to buck into you.

The fact that he was talking about you like an objection shouldn’t have made your stomach flip the way it did. Soap and Keegan pulled their dicks out and began stroking themselves. Looking down, admiring your body, you started bouncing. The wet squelching sounds every time you sink down on his length. Your eyebrows furrowed and mouth hanging open, not caring about the droll falling from your bottom lip. Keegan grabbed two fistfuls of your hair and brought your lips to his cock. Taking his tip into your mouth and flicking your tongue on his head. He moaned and started pushing himself further into your mouth. Soap rested his length on your cheek, insinuating he wanted in on the fun. You grabbed his shaft and started jerking him off. Ghost was getting less gentle with you, starting to pound into you with more aggression. His nails were digging into the skin on your hip, tightening around him when his head kissed your cervix. Whimpering around Keegan cock, spit and pre-cum running down your torso. In so much pleasure, you were neglecting Soap. Especially as you began cumming around his cock, your walls pulsating around his member as you nearly screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck dude, my turn,” Soap said, pushing Keegan to where he was just standing.

After being touched-starved for so long, he showed no mercy on your throat. Fucking into your mouth at an animalistic pace. Causing you to gag around his length, mascara stained tears running down your face. Keegan was enjoying the sight, watching your bounce on Ghost while having your throat obliterated. Like a personal porn star made just for them. Ghost was getting close to his orgasm, trying hard to hold himself back. Biting onto your shoulder, to muffle the sounds and delay his climax. Soap came early, cum was spilling out the sides of your mouth, only adding to the wet fucking noise that already filled the room. Ghost began cumming, shooting thick ropes deep into your stomach. Holding you down as hard as he could, rocking your hips as you milked him. Keegan came on your face, cumming on one of your lashes. Forcing you to keep it closed, which hummored the two of them. You lean back against Ghost’s chest, practically dead from how fucked out you were. You don't remember much the next morning, but thought it was nice of them to clean you up and tuck you into bed. The walk of shame to the bathroom while having a hangover and cum dripping down your thigh wasn’t how you wanted to start your morning but oh well.

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solarlunarsstuff · 2 months

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Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader (HDCS)

A/n: The last post for about 2 weeks, so eat up my dear painters! I'll get a new phone I promise :(

TW: !!! DUMBIFICATION !!!, pet names (Keeg, princess, slut, whore, ect), rough sex, unprotected sex (WRAP BEFORE LA TAP), nipple play, pussy slapping, fingering, gagging, overstimulation 😚, Lmk if I miss anything !!!

Synopsis: This man realizes that dumbification is the only way to make his princess shut up!

• He's been rough before, but you saying that you would get Ghost to fuck you set a flame on fire in him

• This ends with you bended in ways that Keeg wanted you in, all your whining fell to deaf ears.

• Keegan would have his veiny cock slamming into your tight cunt. (Poor girl)

• He'd say things like, "Take it like a fuckin' slut." Or "You're my good girl."

• You'd be so in the clouds, not realizing that he's made you cum for the nth time in one night ;(

• His hips would hit your ass, you could feel his balls slap against your clit. This subtle stimulation on your clit made you jolt.

• Keeg would grunt into your ear each time your pussy would clench around him.

• Even when he pulled out, he saw how your mixed fluids would spill out of you and onto the now messy sheets.

• Right after he pulls out, he just shoves himself right back into you.

• Your a slobbering, crying, mess.

• So many things about you turned him on, like the way your tummy would make a buldge when he pushes in n' out of you slowly ;(

• Sticking his fingers into our mouth, I he pushed in far enough, he'd get a pretty gag out of you.

• Or when he's doing missionary, he sucks and pinches your tits if he's feeling extra.

• Keeg has the audacity to overstimulate you by slapping your cunny, and deeply fingering you until you cum all over his calloused fingers.

• Even tongue fucking you can make you (him too) see stars. The way he would just lap up your juices, and his tongue piercing would catch your clit.

• The cold metal piercing making you arch your back into his face.

• After the roughness, he would pepper you with kisses and whisper 'sorrys' and 'I'll be more gentle next time'. (Which is a lie)

"Fuck baby, this cunt just fuckin' loves me, huh?" He groaned as he brutally pounded you into the matress. All you could respond with was a high pitched mewl.

"Mhm, you good girl, doin' all this f'me.." he moaned onto your ear.

"Shouldn't have said that Ghost would fuck you better, darling" he whispered between breaths.

"M' sorry!" Was all you yelped out before losing your vocals to pleasure.

"It's alright, this pussy is treating me so well, it's like an apology." He licked the nape of your neck

"M' gonna cum, baby. Fuck!-" he poured all of his cum into your limp body.

He pulled out and brought your cunt to his fingers, as he looked down, he noticed how yours and his cum poured out of your pretty pussy.

Keeg prodded his fingers into you, pushing the cum deeper into you for your womb to take.

"Gonna throw away your pills so you hold my baby.." he continued to say as he sissored his fingers deeper into you. <3

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yawnderu · 2 months

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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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Maybe Keegan having a bad day and reader just give him comfort

Keegan Russ my babygirl... more knight Keegan I'm having a moment with him.

Keegan doesn't push his way into your lady's rooms the way Ghost used to. He's content sitting outside the doors, content not taking tea with the next in line. It's refreshing. You like it for reasons outside of decorum. Reasons you don't think to put words to.

He's alone often, you feel bad for that. It's a lonely position being the princess' personal guard, one you hadn't considered when Ghost was around. Now you're faced with it daily. Keegan trails behind you and your lady, he keeps a respectful distance, he's quiet. When you'd seen him before, with the knights, he hadn't been quiet. He was boisterous, he made jokes and laughed loudly, he egged on his opponents and seemed to have no stop for the words that poured out of him. Except when he knew he was being watched. There were few times he'd spotted you watching him, caught your gaze while you were walking past the training grounds. He always seemed to stiffen around you.

You wondered if he was worried over his behavior, or if he simply didn't like you. You know he must be bored here. Know it in the way he leans around the wall outside the princess' room, know it in the way his eyes always seem to leave your lady to scan the area, know it in the way he jumps to attention when he sees you. You don't blame him. There aren't many threats wandering the castle, it's a boring job when not on the road.

The princess is having a bath, something the servants are in charge of, so you steal out to the corridor. Keegan is watching out the window, his head tipped against the glass, his helm held under his arm. You're surprised by the way the night sky reflects in his eyes, it feels so out of place to see starlight twinkling in such a bored man. He glances your way and straightens. You offer him a smile, try to lesson his nerves.

"I'm taking a break too," You tell him quietly. Keegan's hand hovers as you hop up onto the windowsill, his fingers clenching tight when you settle into your seat. You smile a little more genuinely at his kindness. Moments like these make you wonder if he truly dislikes you, or if it's your own anxiety churning up those thoughts.

He doesn't respond, so you turn your attention out the window. You think Keegan does too, watching the lights from town glow, the twinkle of stars, the soft shine of the moon. It's beautiful, you lean your head against the glass and it all feels so far away. You love your work, love your princess, you really do, but sometimes you wonder if this is all there is for you. You feel the soft tap against the glass as Keegan leans his head against it as well. You glance his way, hoping to catch a glimpse of him watching the stars again, and find his eyes trained on you. If only for a brief moment you hold his gaze, see the softness in his eyes, the draw of his brow, before he looks away quickly.

He stares out the window, not looking at anything in particular, not focused or seeing, just keeping his eyes away from you. You scoot a little closer on the windowsill and again he's quick to hover, quick to be sure you don't fall the short distance to the ground.

You've never seen him up close like this, never been able to lean in and inspect the man that's supposed to be keeping you and your lady safe. He's handsome despite the mask, you'd seen Ghost wear one too, you wonder if it's a requirement for the royal guards. Hiding their features to prevent recognition, and preventing the people they're protecting from being able to identify with them. Faceless soldiers. It doesn't sit right with you. You reach your hand towards his jaw, unsure if you're hoping to pull the mask down, or simply trying to gain any sliver of attention from this man.

Keegan catches your hand easily, his fingers wrapping around yours without resistance. It's an easy catch, you wouldn't fight him on something so small as this, and you move slowly in the hope you don't startle him. There's something in his eyes, something panicked and pained that you can't name. It twists tightly in your stomach, unpleasant in a way you've never experienced.

"I'm sorry," You whisper, you don't mean to, but you can't make your voice come any louder. Keegan blinks, you can see his mouth move under the mask's fabric, can see the way his eyes lose their sharp edge. He presses your hand to his cheek with a desperation you've only seen in grief. He's warm, and you rub your thumb against the fabric barrier. He turns to push his covered lips to your palm, and your fingers curl, eager to hold onto him, to keep this sweet affection close. He holds you there, lets you hold him there, until he lets out a heavy breath. He kisses your palm once more, quick, his eyes shut tight, pained, and releases you.

Keegan pushes off the wall, and pulls his helm back on, a wall between the two of you. You swallow the lump in your throat, and hop down off the windowsill to go check on your lady. Keegan opens the door for you, and you think you see his hand shake.

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eskymoos · 2 months

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Hunting with Keegan P Russ (GONE WRONG)

*Y/N accidentally attracts a group of squirrels while eating a sandwich.* *Y/N shares their food with the wild animals.* Keegan: You know those things carry diseases, right? Y/N (in the most dramatic tone ever): You do as well. God knows what you carry. Keegan (sitting against a boulder with a gun in his lap): Right now? A rifle aimed at you, kid.

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aphrodisiaxcunt · 6 days

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We go both ways

SMUT Fem!Reader x Keegan

Who are my nasty babies? Hmm? You are, here you go eat up. Here you go, my loves

Content: messy smut, public sex, pussy eating, pegging, bathroom sex, messy sex, praising.

No word count or proof read I'm sorry :( I'm tired

The event was nothing short of boring. It was horrible for you, so you couldn't even imagine how deathly bored your boyfriend Keegan was. It was some gala style event for your job, and since everyone needed a plus one, you convinced Keegan to pull through and come along. Now, Keegan, being the little freak he is, convinced you to turn this dumb event from a snoozefest to something more interesting. So here you were, holding your evening bag that matched your long elegant dress under your armpit. Except it wasn't full of normal stuff like a lipstick and maybe some cash and your phone.. No, your clutch had a black, silicone dildo in it. A dildo with a bottom to click onto a strap you had cleverly hidden under your dress. The slit of the dress threatens to expose the edges of the strap wrapped around your thighs as you walk.

Keegan is getting antsy, gripping your hand, and waiting for you to stop talking with your coworkers. His digits intertwined with yours and his thumb rubbing the top of your hand along your knuckles. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your coworkers leave you alone. Distracted by someone else who they can gossip to. You turn your head to Keegan and nod as your que. He starts walking to the bathrooms and dragging you along with him, not paying mind to your struggle to stay up in your wobbly high heels.

Slamming you against the door and turning the lock next to your ass, Keegan starts kissing your neck aggressively and pulling you tight to his body. You put your head back and moan, lifting your leg to Keegans' side. He takes the hint and picks you up to his waist. You let out a small gasp as you feel your body being sat to the sinks counter and Keegans' hands run the skirt of your dress up.

''Wanna fuck me first baby boy?~..'' your voice cooing him as your hand runs through his hair.

''Yes ma'am..'' he spreads your legs, surprised by the lack of panties.

''Fuck you're disgusting~'' Keegan chuckles out before leaning down to level with your pussy and lapping his tongue through your folds. Your head drops back against the mirror, and Keegans hands grip your thighs as his tongue starts working on your pussy, flicking up against your clit after every lick. Your fingers curl against his scalp, gripping his hair and pulling him closer to your core, his mouth eating you up like a man starved.

Keegans face buries between your legs, and his tongue shoots deep inside of you, pushing against your walls. His eyes close, and his fingers dig into the flesh on your thighs, drunk on your pussy. His tongue works tirelessly between your legs until your hips start instinctively bucking against his face.

''Oh fuck Keegan-'' Before you're able to finish what you're saying, he stops.

Standing up straight and leaving you whining out complaints. You push your head up against the mirror tighter, hair bunching up between the glass and your head. You're writhing and spreading your legs for Keegan as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. Freeing his cock and pressing it against your entrance, Keegan groans and mutters out curses. Pulling you closer by your thighs, he pushes his cock into your wet cunt. A moan escaping your lips as he fills you up nice and good.

''You're such a good boy for me..'' You giggle out and wrap arms around Keegans neck. A shiver runs down Keegans back, and he starts thrusting into you, hand running up your spine to your hair.

You pull his face closer to yours and kiss him. He returns the favour, and his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan against his lips as the taste from your pussy still lingering on his tongue fills your mouth. Your legs wrap around Keegans waist and tighten against his body. You feel his thrusts get harsher as he chases his orgasm, simultaneously pushing you towards your own. Your hands quickly find their way to his hair, holding on for support as his tongue fights yours. He pulls his head back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You part your eyes, looking up at him from under your eyelashes.

"Don't look at me like that doll.." he groans, and his hips start thrusting into you faster, pulling out moans and hiccups from your vocal chords. Your eyes keep their focus on Keegans face as you feel his hands trail back down your body, hands planting themself on your thighs and his thumb starting to rub your clit.

Your hips jerk from the sudden pressure of Keegans thumb circling your clit, bringing up a familiar warmth in your belly as your orgasm threatens to snap. Keegans hips stutter and his head presses against your chest as cums. He lets out silent groans, and you can hear his teeth grit together. His thumb presses against your clit and like a flip of a switch your head flops back as your orgasm washes over you. Your legs trembling around Keegans body and whiny moans and gasps falling from your lips.

You let your hands find their way to Keegans hair and run through it while you both come down from your orgasms. After a short while, you feel Keegan pull out, your inner muscles relaxing around the empty space as you slide off the counter.

"Your turn, big boy." You reach for your bag, long forgotten on the floor and digging out your dildo.

It doesn't take long for you to attach the toy to your strap, the long slit in your dress playing well into the moment, and gracefully giving space for the toy. You bend your boyfriend over the sink and manage to shimmy his pants down to his thighs. Spreading out his backside and carefully slipping your finger inside of him. Keegan lets out a shuddering moan. He's definitely cleaned himself before this. You always appreciate it when he does, so it's a little less work for you later on.

"Aww.. you're so good for me, aren't you? All clean and spread out." You coo at Keegan before pressing another finger inside of him and testing out his already stretched up hole.

After a minute or two of teasing Keegan, you pull your fingers out. Your heels coming to your rescue nicely to give you height as you slowly press the tip of your fake cock into him. Keegans hips pressing back against you, and you're quick to bottom out in him. Your hands find their way to his hair once more and you pull his head up, making him face himself in the mirror as you start to thrust inside him.

"That's my good boy, there you are.." The praise in your sweet voice fills Keegans ears, and his lower lip backs up to be captured between his own teeth, biting it as your fake cock prods against his prostate.

"Oh god-" Keegans voice instead comes out stammering and quiet, his hands gripping the sinks edge as he feels your thrusts inside him.

You slide your free hand, not tangled up in his messy hair, to his cock. Wrapping your gentle fingers around the tip and rubbing the sensitive slit at the top of it. Looking at Keegan through the mirror as you do so, you see his face contort and his mouth fall open in pleasure. Your face, on the other hand, twists into a devious smile. Rolling your hips in a cruel thrust inside Keegan and getting a moan back as a prize.

You start gradually quickening up your thrusts, watching Keegan struggle to hold his head up. The only thing keeping it upright is your hand. Keegan starts muttering out pleas, and his hands grip tighter on the edge of the sink. Taking this as a signal that he's getting close to his orgasm, you start jerking him off. His cock twitching in your hand as you keep thrusting into him relentlessly.

"Sweetheart- fucK-!" Was all Keegan could get out before cumming, your hand working his orgasm out, as you bury your fake cock inside of him.

Finally, you let go of his hair, and Keegan lets his head fall against the tap of the sink, breathing heavily as you lean down over his body and wrap your arms around him in a hug.

"That's my good boy.." You whisper against his neck before leaving a kiss along with a lipstick stain on his cheek.

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I AM SO SORRY, about how long this took. As I've said in a previous post I've been fighting my old work place in a legal issue and it's taken a lot of my energy. BUUUT, now that I've gotten this out I'm hopeful that my writers block will get better ♡ Sorry for everyone who is here for cod content but I'm gonna take up also writing Jojo content so my cod writing will slow down with that.

But hey, if you liked this let me know by commenting and reblogging :3 Support your writers, MWAH, xoxo

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certifiedfreec · 3 months

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i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ____ took an interest in you… pt. 2!

(pt. 1 with ghost, keegan, and graves <3)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

👻 eye. contact. the moment you step into a room that he’s in, his intense gaze lands right on you! this man doesn’t want to lose sight of you for a second. the worst part is he knows how flustered you get when he stares, intently listening to you talk and giving you his unwavering attention <3 (he could give you all kinds of attention if you let him 🤭) your face’ll flush when he locks those pretty brown eyes of his with yours, and he can’t help but chuckle a little. “somethin’ wrong, soldier?”

👻 sometimes he likes to be nearby while you’re getting ready for the day- and ofc you let him! his presence isn’t invasive though; he simply lingers in your room while making mindless chat, occasionally glancing at you in the mirror if you’re drying your hair or putting on makeup (if you wear any). need help with your jewelry? he’s happy to clasp your necklace together. need help taking anything off? he’s even happier to assist with that <33

👻 he overheard you one day when you telling a new recruit about how you much you liked tattoos, and when you see him the next day he’s conveniently got his sleeves all rolled up!! he’s totally inked, and they honestly look so deliciously good on those muscular arms of his. he’d gladly give you a tattoo tour… you just might find the rest in some more secretive places ;)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

🎆 he makes faces at you when people say things he doesn’t agree with like you’re the camera in The Office. you get the brunt of his eye rolls, furrowed brows, and pursed lips when others annoy him- it’s his snarky way of bonding with you :)) haters that hate together stay together!!

🎆 he casually saves you a seat beside him wherever the ghosts are at whether it’s the debriefing room, the jeep, the heli, or even at the bar during free time. he’ll place something random in the chair like his jacket, his beanie, etc., and then conveniently pick it up when you walk in :’) he likes having you beside him, though he could probably think some of other seats reserved especially for you- who said that omg…

🎆 you two were walking together when he looked down and noticed that your shoe was untied. he could’ve just told you, sure, but it’s in his nature to help others, so he knelt down onto one knee and tied it for you <3 so gentlemanly! if that didn’t make you swoon enough, then the two pats he gave to the top of your foot definitely did :’) he’d get on his knees for you anytime…

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in you…

🇺🇸 sometimes he picks the bumpiest, most uneven walking paths during operations so you have to hold onto him for support because he’s silly like that!! one time you were both traveling over some pretty rocky terrain, and you had to grab for his arm to steady yourself- all while feeling your face flush bright red. he simply looked over at you with that cocky grin of his, flexing the muscles that were under your touch. “fallin’ for me already, soldier?” (another corny line he uses when he inevitably does it again: “looks like i swept ya off your feet, huh?”)

🇺🇸 he suddenly becomes a standup comedian whenever you’re around, joking and laughing with all the shadows like it’s open mic night. yes, he wants your full attention- and what about it?! when he finally makes you laugh, he can’t help but get a little smug about it; he loves the sound, and he’d really like to elicit some other kinds of noises from you later ;)

🇺🇸 he’s quick to compliment you when you do something right! it starts out all jovial and good-natured, he’ll say things during operations like “lookin’ good out there, soldier,” and “that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” with that subtle drawl of his… then it becomes a liiiittle more purposeful, and he starts to murmur things for only you to hear like “doin’ so great for me, darlin’,” and “knew ya could handle it, sweetheart.” he’s pretty big on praise with you…do with that information what you will! <33

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