#keegan p russ x you

[graphicpepsi]

dizzy (nsfw, mdni)

OR: when Keegan comes home after a long deployment, you show him what safety feels like again.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of keys in the door. It had been months since you heard that sound.

Months since your boyfriend has been in his own house. Months since your boyfriend had held you, months since you had held him. Months since you had looked into those pretty blue eyes.

"Keegan? Oh my gosh I-"

You stop in the middle of your sentence when you see him.

His eyes are tired, and sad- not the lovey animated ones you’re used to. Dark bags are set underneath them. He's still fully equipped with all of his gear. You can tell he's physically exhausted with the way his shoulders slouch, the way his eyes are only half-open. It's a miracle he drove here unharmed.

Before you can say anything else he pulls you into a suffocatingly tight hug, pressing your face into the crook of his neck with a soft hand on the back of your head.

God, how you've missed this man- the smell of his skin, his hand stroking your hair- you suddenly can't fathom the last 8 months without him.

"Keegan," You start to say something but your mind goes blank when he looks into your eyes.

Those poor, hardened blue eyes stare into your big soft ones. You had to search inside of them to find your boy. At a glance, you'd only see the pain of a thousand dead soldiers, the reflection of a dead body or bloody hands.

He sighs, long and hard, his arms still wrapped around you as he presses your forehead against his. It's like he knows you see right through him. It's like he knows you see into him.

Carefully, you take off his tactical vest, sliding it off of him as if he were made of glass. His eyes flutter shut, his head rested against yours.

You do the same with his uniform; carefully unbuttoning it until it hangs loosely around his athletic frame. He lets you slide it down his arms, leaving him in an undershirt and his cargos.

He opens his eyes when he feels you leave him, only to find you kneeling down beneath him to undo his steel-toed work boots.

Finally, you take off his mask. Keegan sighs into your warm hands on his bare face. He hasn't felt that warmth in eight fucking months.

You press a kiss to his chapped lips, softly at first but hard once he tastes your mouth. His teeth clash against yours, his hands gripping your waist with certainty. Like he's scared if he lets go he'll lose you again, and he'll be out on that battlefield for another 8 months.

"God, god I've missed you." Keegan whispers into your mouth.

You kiss him harder in response, hands tangling in the black hair growing from the nape of his neck.

"I love you so much," He practically pants, moving to kiss your neck softly. You run your hands along his arms; his toned, muscular arms that seemed to be three times as big since last time you saw them. You wanted him all over you.

He hoists you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist perfectly. You can feel the outline of his abs against your core.

He carries you like you weigh nothing, his arms barely even flexing under your weight.

You're basically squirming in his arms, struggling to contain everything your body is feeling. Your heart is pounding against the man you've been yearning for over the past eight months.

He's real, thank god he's real, and he's placing you down on the bed like you're the most precious thing he's ever held. To him, you absolutely are.

You're quick to climb on top of him, straddling his hips. He slides his white undershirt off before diving back into your lips, his muscular chest and shoulders on display. You can't stop your hands from scratching at them, leaving little red lines behind with your nails.

He doesn't seem to mind. His hands are working to unbutton your blouse, the outline of your pink bra driving him fucking crazy. You can feel him rock solid underneath you.

You pull your shirt off over your head and let his hands undo your bra, your tits bouncing on top of him.

" 'wanna ride you, Keegan." You whine, grinding down against him. "Lemme ride you."

He would normally laugh at you, saying, "Eager, are we?" or, "Can't get enough of me, can ya?"

But he can't deny that he's just as desperate as you are. He's been dreaming of nothing but you and your body for god knows how long.

He takes his cargos and boxers off, leaving his dick harshly pressing against your clothed cunt. He practically rips your underwear with how hard he tugs it to the side.

You sit up on your knees, lining up your cunt with his dick. It's been awhile since it's been fucked with anything larger than your little vibrator, and Keegan knows that. But neither one of you has a problem with going slow tonight.

You sink down onto him, grabbing his shoulders for stability, digging your nails in harder the further you go.

"Fuck, holy fuck, love," Keegan throws his head back, his adams apple bobbing as he moans at your tight walls encasing his dick. God you feel so good around him, so fucking tight.

Your pussy is pulsing around him, you haven't felt this full in forever.

Keegan uses your waist to guide you, his rough hands sliding you up and down on his cock. Your legs are already vibrating around him, and you're mainly relying on his hands to keep you upright.

He gropes at your tits- soft plush he's missed so much within his calloused hands, running the pad of his thumb over your nipple until it's hard and puffy. He leans forward enough to suck a hickey into one of them, his wet mouth wrapped around the sensitive skin making you even weaker.

Soft little whines escape from your lips as you mewl on his cock, rolling your hips down into him. You swear you're going dizzy on his cock, and god, he's so fucking big-

You can feel your eyes rolling back every time he slams into you, but the firm hand on your jaw tells you to keep your eyes on him.

He's literally fucking you dumb.

"Keegan, 'm so close," You pant into his ear, body threatening to go limp on his dick any moment. Keegan presses his thumb into your clit, (finding it like he'd never left) and vibrates his thumb against it.

"Gonna cum for me love? Fuck, 'love making you cum on my cock."

And that, that sent you over the edge.

Your back arches on top of him as you watch your cum drip down onto his core, the sight filling your entire body with warm static. Watching you finish makes Keegan buck his hips up into you as he shoots his cum inside of you, pressing you down into him to fuck you both through your orgasms.

The next moments are filled with panting, whines and "I love yous," as you both lay down together; him wearing nothing but his boxers and you wearing the undershirt you tore off him mere minutes ago.

What a fucking sight, he thinks; You, face flushed with a fucked-out look, sprawled out pretty for him in his undershirt that made you look tiny. Little drops of his cum still rolling down your red thighs, little hickeys blooming across your collarbone and chest. How did he ever go eight months without this?

He wraps his arms around your waist as he settles his head on top of your chest, nuzzling into you as you softly massage his scalp with your nails.

He feels safe with you- like this is where he can let his guard down. He knows you'll love him at his worst. He knows you'll love him at his best. He knows you love him, and that's what keeps him sane for those long months in the field. Those cold nights without you, those weeks without hearing not even the crackle of your voice on the telephone.

He just wants to protect you forever, make you feel good forever.

But for now, it's you on him, him on you; you and him.

"My girl,"

A/N: first time writing for Keegan P.(ussy) Russ & GODDD is this man FINENEEE. like TILL MY JAW SNAPS TYPE SHIT. thanks for reading i hope y'all liked this onee

[yawnderu]

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.” Your protests go ignored, letting out a loud sigh when you hear snores right against your ear.

[2kiran]

hiii hihihi 🫶🏽 got two things

first off, your blog was like my whole reason. honestly. idek how to put it, your writing is immaculate and if i’m gonna be completely honest i joined tumblr cuz of you lol, i don’t think that there’s like any better top male reader blog than yours icl. ‘preciate your writings a lot 🩶

second, if you can i do have a request; harddom!m!reader is asleep but wakes up to sub!keegan weakly bouncing on and cockwarming the reader, with some overstim + a lottt of orgasm denial, so much that keegan passes out and they both fall back asleep together. oh yeah, and the amount of times he’s denied orgasm we carve tallies into him (knife kink omfffhg). pretty much it !

may i also be ⛓️‍💥 anon?

2knote. hello?? thank you so much. I’m very honored, you’re wayy too kind for this. and yeah, absolutely. ⌖ RATED XPLICIT 18+

Awakening to a familiar heat, snug and slick, it has blood rush south of your body and thicken your cock with veritable, unadulterated desire—Wait, what?

You jolt, the action met with a breathless whimper and calloused palms land on your chest. The veil of tranquil slumber lifted, rapidly clearing the murk which had formed in your brain. Your eyes snap wide open, a ragged gasp tearing itself from your throat.

“What the—” You inhale, gaze adjusting to the darkness and soon trailing to the area in between Keegan’s thighs. His hips never paused, lacking strength in his grinds that are too weak to be proper bounces, to be anything. “—fuck are you doing?”

The male in question, Keegan, shamefully mewled upon registering the scratchy rumble of your hoarse voice. He clenched, pornography-worthy in how he’s so fucking tight, and he knows it. He takes advantage of the sweet, promising grip of his hole to greedily take all of you in for his own pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” Keegan whines, rolling forward, your tip nudging his prostate. “Ngh, I n-need you, I–”

He’s interrupted by his own moan, husky and wanton. He breathes out, slowly, his hole peppering kisses along the bulging veins of your cock in abrupt, wet squeezes. His thighs tremble from having to keep himself upright, legs aching as he raises his ass to ride you, only for you to bottom out when his knees buckle.

“Stop.”

He stiffens, his puzzled brain glueing the missing scraps of his intellect together as he fumbled to submit. Keegan’s pupils dilated, pinkish hue dusting his cheeks pretty, and he anticipated with bated breath. His mouth fell agape, senses consumed by the primal function to take what you offer him.

The sensitive head of his cock sobbed with lust, the entire length glistening with arousal. “You’re not cumming ‘till I say you can,” you announce with a hum, shifting to reach for the knife by the nightstand. It was originally intended for precaution, though it wasn’t necessary when you’re entirely protected by the man drunk off your dick.

But with the newfound alternative, it’s used more than it should be. “You got it?”

Keegan had the urge to cry out in frustration. He’s been so good for you, so patient. You should—no, you have to give him what he wants. He doesn’t have an ounce of true brattiness left in him to tell you that, his response a simple nod.

His eyes catch onto the swift movement of you twisting the handle in your grip, the known material like daily clothing now. “Answer.”

He gasps in surprise, goosebumps lapping feverishly at his skin. The warning is immediate, a press of the side of the blade against his bare thigh, the steel freezing and sinister. “Y-yes.”

Yes, but, a train of thoughts driven by desperation begins to rule his mind, I’m so fucking close. I need you to fuck me, not this. Damn it. Outwardly, his eyebrows are drawn together in an angered line.

You hum a light tune, Keegan’s expressions—ones of filthy nature—are comprehensible notes you can play even if you aren’t a musician. Unceremoniously, the knife is angled to the inner side of his thigh and you plunge it in without further consideration. It eagerly breaks skin, his leg jerks and he yelps in surprise, causing the weapon to draw a blood-dotted slash.

“Ahhng- fuck! Wh..what?” Keegan cries out, the pain a suffocating bandage that seizes his form within a death-guaranteed clutch. It hurts, overriding the separator of agony and rapture. You thrust into him, effectively quieting him down to a gasp. “Shut up and fuck yourself on me, yeah?”

His bottom lip quivers, his hands cautiously roam your build until they curl around the framing of your shoulders. God, the emotions stirring in his marathon-beating heart makes it all too easy for him to obey, to have him move his hips like a mutt.

Keegan leans forward, and you tilt your head off the side to offer him access. He takes it, nuzzling his cheek against your neck. The puff of breath he releases is shaky, wobbly as though he was willing himself not to cry.

Mustering up the vitality, he rises until his entrance is swallowing the very tip of your dick. Something heated crimps in the depths of his guts, twisting in compressed knots that threaten to unwind.

It intensifies as he flings himself down, dragging out a raspy moan of “Hmmng-!” with letters of your name added in-between pathetic grunts. He greedily takes in your length, his sudden clenching earns him a long groan. “C’mon... do it. Ride my cock, Kee.”

That was a threat. He whimpers, his head swinging side to side, “I’m, I’m gonna cum. Please, fuck.”

Whick!

Beside the new wound, you swing the knife along the pure skin. The cut is deeper, and he nearly screams.

Thick, red fluid oozes out, gruesome beads sticking to the steel. Pre-cum drips from Keegan’s slit, his hips grinding forward to maintain the contact, the friction burning away the discomfort. “What did I tell you?” You wrench a hand into his hair, yanking him back. Your teeth descend into a particularly sensitive area on his throat, sucking in an angry marking.

His hole reacts to your borderline aggressiveness in rhythmical spasms, ones that tell you he’ll tip over the edge. It wasn’t his fault he was close to bursting any second. You’re too mean, never allotting him the time that’ll grant him recovery.

And he has too many blood that he’ll let you waste.

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“Hagh... nnmm...”

There’s a feeble ringing in Keegan’s head, the deprivation of flowing life pumping inside of him drowning out anything ever-rational. Your own legs were tainted with a rather disgusting combination.

Harsh lines were indented into the strong layer of his inner thigh, sticky fluid pooling beneath him. A barrier of haze was trapped in his brain, resulting in him losing track of the amount of cuts you’ve inflicted on him.

Has it been four? Six? Perhaps nine?

A mortified wave sweeps across his features. He feels like a cheap, good-for-two-dollars whore.

Yet it feels so fucking good. The risk, the hefty lust blanketing the both of you—all of it. Your release steadily leaked out, a creamy sheen surrounding the base of your length.

A weak moan is what he’s only able to free when the blade sinks into him again, inches dividing the weapon from his core. He’s aching to the point he’s past pleasure, tears streaming down his cheeks as he falls limp against you.

Keegan has been wrapped around your thick cock for longer than he ever has, and he hasn’t cum once - until your rough hand coils to squeeze his shaft, wrist working up and down into slow, calculated strokes that rush him to completion. “Fu-uck, thank you, nfghh shit, t-thank you.” He groans, long and almost a desperate growl. Arousal zaps up his muscled, scarred back lightning-quick.

Hot, blinding white clasps its iron-grip on his wet dick, pearly strands finally, finally shooting out and his rim clenches down tight around you. But you don’t relent. Not yet.

You tug and tug and tug him through his high, forcing him to choke on a split whimper. “Too...” he exhales, torn between rocking into your palm or shoving himself away, “t-too, hfmm, much.”

It aches. His body tightens, tension hinged at his joints and locks until he’s aching. This time, he doesn’t anticipate it when it arrives. He quakes violently against your form, eyes rolling back into his skull, soft sobs echoing throughout the space separating the two of you. “Take it. You can handle this much, can’t you?”

He whines, the sound weak in volume. Your palm is continuously coated with slickness, smearing the wetness each time your stroke reaches the narrow entrance, pressing on it firm enough to reward yourself with his almost-pained grunt. Keegan squirms, attempting to worm his way free from your intoxicating grasp.

God, fuck, his dick is so sore from your torture. Darkness dots the corners of his eyes, his vision beginning to swim. The sensation of your hand clenching around his length fades, disappearing into the void of his blank-state mind. He faintly senses himself twitching, cum splattering on his thighs and on you. With one last exhausted whimper, dreamless fog consumes him entirely.

You set aside the knife, the item in your hand replaced by a towel. Your thumb circles mindless patterns on his nape, rocking him to sleep. Wiping him off, he stirs slightly.

“Hmmm?” He mutters, consciousness slipping into him again.

“Go back to sleep.” You shush, cleaning yourself up before you toss the dirtied rag away and gently lay him next to you.

Keegan nods, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him. A tired, gentle smile rests on his lips before he whispers; “G’night.”

[pear1escence]

Being Keegan’s girlfriend would entail…𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Keegan p. Russ x fem!reader - explicit

Being David Walker’s girlfriend would entail…

⭒ Late night car rides, driving around town with American oldies playing on the stereo, a cig in your hand nd his gaze shifting from the road to admire you every so often.

⭒ He’s not much for fancy dates, but he loves going out on walks with you. Strolling on beaches in the evening, loves it when you wear pretty skirts that flow with the wind. You might find a nice spot to put down a couple beach towels, share a bottle of wine and some home baked goods.

⭒ The warmth in his veins from the wine combined with your pretty face, he can’t resist kissing you. He’d pull you into his lap, his hand buried in your hair as he kisses you deeply, those delicious groans slipping from his lips as he does so.

⭒ Wouldn’t do beach sex. Sand getting everywhere, eugh. But in the car??

⭒ He’d have you riding him in the front seat, shirt pushed down, lips around your nipple, hands on your hips. He’ll bite just to hear you yelp. Can’t shut up either. He’s not shy of being vocal, groans a lot, the deep, sexy kind of sounds that has your stomach doing a flip.

⭒ Pretty average in length but his cock is thick as hell. Stretches you out so good. Hairy everywhere. Chest, thighs, nether regions. Yum.

⭒ Compliments you a lot, tells you just how pretty you look taking him so well, how good you feel. “Yeah, that’s it babe” “You’re taking it so fuckin’ well, doll” Curses a lot too.

⭒ Ok enough of that😾

⭒ He owns the comfiest, softest tees, the perfect ones to throw on in the morning with only a pair of panties underneath. You’d wear them a lot when he’s gone.

⭒ He thinks of you a lot when he’s deployed. Tries not to, he gets sad thinking of you alone.

⭒ Hugs you so deeply whenever he returns. Those comforting, safe hugs along with murmurs of how badly he’s missed you. Buries your head in the crook of his neck nd strokes your hair softly.

⭒ His heart breaks for you when he sees you cry. He’ll immediately forget about whatever he’s got on his hands. He’ll sit you down and wrap one arm around you, his hand lifting your face towards him as he asks you what the matter is.

⭒ Projecting my daddy issues onto this poor innocent (not) man very hard right now. Pls god I need him so bad

⭒ “Oh, my sweet girl” he’ll murmur, voice low and tinged with sadness, he’ll pull your legs over his lap nd wrap his arms round you tighter.

⭒ He’s very much not the perfect boyfriend, even though he wants to be.

⭒ He has his issues, struggles with PTSD which causes him to be very closed off. He hates opening up, sometimes it’s like there’s spiked wire wrapped around his throat when he tries.

⭒ He rarely seeks you out when he’s down. He can be very avoidant, scared he’ll blow up on you without meaning to. If he does come to you, he won’t talk.

⭒ He almost slumps up from tiredness, prefers it to be in your bed with your fingers drawing slow circles along his back, sweet words of affection nd loving kisses to his head.

⭒ He hates getting angry with you. The Ghosts are far from soft on one another, the rough atmosphere within his team has sometimes traveled over to you as well.

⭒ He’d never lay a hand on you. Never. But he has regrettably raised his voice at you a few times, when he’s really mad. The fear in your eyes causes him to pull back though, nd he’s quick to leave out of guilt.

⭒ He wouldn’t want you to worry for him, shoots you a couple messages about needing to blow off some steam before he takes a long drive to try and clear his mind.

⭒ He’s heavy with guilt and shame once he comes back, very soft with you in the days following.

⭒ You see the guilt in his eyes whenever he looks at you, hear it in the repeated ‘I’m sorry’s he gives you.

⭒ Why did I make this sad all of a sudden. I’m telling you I need to stop projecting my issues onto pixel men😞

I’m not gonna reread this so apologies for any misspelling, this has to be the first time I’ve posted in months?? I’ve been busy wasting time on stan twt 😖 Note - if you liked the angsty part towards the end I have a longer fic with a similar concept, ‘I miss what you’d do to me’

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

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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My kind of love -Keegan P. Russ

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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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ExhusbandKeegan! Who drove the thirty minutes to your house to pick up his son. Pulling up in the driveway and calling you. “I’m here.” And then hanging up, waiting for you to bring his son out

ExhusbandKeegan! Who heard that you were low on money and sent you two hundred dollars. “It’s not because I still love you, it’s because I love my son.” He’d say as he transfers the money.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who would ask your son how you’ve been doing, asking if you have a new boyfriend yet.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who went to pick up his son from school, forgetting it was your day. Standing their awkwardly. “Well since I’m here I might as well take you both to dinner.” He offered. And of course you agreed.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who drives you and your son home after diner, instinctively kissing you on the cheek before leaving.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who find out you have a new boyfriend and refuses to let him meet his son.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who drives his son home after hopping him up on sugar, letting him practically bounce off the walls for you.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who shows up at your door unexpectedly. It wasn’t his day with his son. You ask what he’s doing and he just pulls out a bouquet of white roses, your favourite. Begging you to take him back. And god you can’t say no to him when he begs.

ExhusbandKeegan! Who wakes up with a bad hangover the next morning, in your bed. Confessed, he sits up and looks at you. But damit you’re adorable when you sleep

[lxvvie]

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.

[mockerycrow]

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.”

[nevadancitizen]

-> TEASER: WHY DOES EVIL WEAR A FACE SO FAMILIAR?

synopsis: you and logan were taken by the federation years ago.

word count: ~550

ships: Keegan Russ/Reader, Ghosts team & Reader

notes: just a quick thing to establish relationships and to see if anyone is interested because i want a ghosts sequel. so i figured i might as well write it. please lmk if you're interested <3! i'd love to talk to people about this lololol

Elias lied.

Elias was a lot of things – a husband, a father, a captain. But above all things else, he was a fucking liar. 

He parroted stories of the Federation not forcing people out of Houston, San Antonio, Fort Worth, Dallas, and every town in between, but butchering them. Slaughtering everyone who wasn’t fast enough to get away. The elderly, the ill, children, those who stopped to help the wounded. It made no difference to them – age, race, military or civilian or someone wearing a red cross. Every American in the vicinity was shot, stabbed, or bludgeoned to death. Each soldier in the Federation had one unifying trait – that none of them could be reasoned with. They were relentless in their pursuit of slaughter.

Living in willful ignorance is an ugly thing. But you have been enlightened. Through what Elias called “poisons and tortures” of the flesh, mind, and soul, you have seen the truth – as has Logan.

The day you both were rebirthed was a blessing. You were both made siblings in arms, codependent but thriving by each other’s sides. 

Your eyes were opened – the Federation isn’t the USSR’s second coming, but something better. Something revised and edited and molded to be superior in both technology and execution. The leaders of the USSR were selfish men who got off to the idea of hoarding wealth under the guise of communism. The Federation is too cutthroat for the slightest shift outside of the status quo. Moles and double agents aren’t tolerated. The bloodstains on the bullet traps on the firing ranges are evidence enough.

Of course, Keegan doesn’t know this. Because where you are fighting for a righteous cause, he is a threat to the precious collective. 

You don’t love him. Not anymore.

When you and Logan were dragged away on that beach, the world turned dull for both Keegan and Hesh. 

Hesh felt the grief for his brother in a full-bodied ache – something that tore at his heart and collapsed his lungs. Rorke took every single person that was left of his family. His world became The Fire That Consumes My Brother by Thích Nhất Hạnh. He hoped that the torch of Logan’s body burned bright enough to be seen through the denseness of South American jungles. 

He silently begged in the rain, praying that Logan could hear him. With every clap of thunder, he heard something that sounded like Logan’s raspy, barely-used voice crying for help. And Hesh sat, and he listened. The rain hid his tears well enough, anyway. 

For Keegan, it was a dull hurt. Something that permeated every thought and action in his life. His world became Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden. Keegan didn’t want anything to do with a world that didn’t have you in it. Even though there wasn’t a funeral, as both you and Logan were marked as MIA, Keegan still felt as though he was the only pallbearer, shouldering the weight of your coffin by himself. 

The world was no longer beautiful with this unrelenting shadow over him. The stars weren’t as bright, the moon wasn’t as wonderful, the sunshine wasn’t as nice and warm as it once was. You were his North, his South, his East, his West – his noon, his midnight, his every hour in between. But cardinal directions don’t have as much meaning anymore, and neither does time.

Keegan thought love would last forever. Keegan was wrong.

[yawnderu]

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.

[NEXT]

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

[urlonelystarrr]

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stepdad!keegan p. russ x you

GENRE → SMUT, ROMANCE.

SYNOPSIS → your step-daddy doesn't take too kindly to brats.

TAGS/WARNINGS → age gap (18 & 37), perverted behavior, spanking, step-cest, use of 'daddy', pussy eating, ass eating, pussy & ass fingering, squirting, virgin reader, forbidden/taboo relationship, mentions of cheating.

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you hated living with keegan. you hated his stupid rules, the condescending tone he used when talking to you, the comments he made about your clothing choices - and worst of all, his punishments. despite all the time he spent in the military, that didn't give him the patience that he should have as a step-father. meaning that every little mistake was met with a punishment. they started out small, taking your phone for a week or two, making you do yard work, and even taking away going out privileges. normal punishments for teenage girls. however, this seemed a bit excessive.

"i told you to clean your fuckin' room," he grumbled, mouth next to your ear. you were pressed against the baby pink wall of your room, his big hands on your arms to hold you in place. you felt the leather of his belt rubbing against your skin, and he released you just to shove you on your bed. "i'm not gonna repeat myself again, I told you to clean your fuckin' room and what do i see you doing? playing with your makeup." he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his jeans slightly loosened from the absence of the belt that he was currently gripping in his hand. you looked up at him from the edge of your bed, feeling your heart crumble. there was nothing more that you hated than being yelled at.

"i told you id do it," you replied in a quiet voice. he scoffed in response, a scowl forming on his face. "did ya? cause i didnt see you doing it. since ya can't follow instructions, i'll teach ya how to." he backed away slightly, "bend over." he watched your every move, eyes gleaming at the look of surprise on your face. "what?" you stood up. he didn't say anything, he stood there with narrowed eyes as he waited for you to follow his instructions. you sighed, knowing he wouldn't budge. you bent over on your bed, the mattress dipping as you placed your hands to support yourself. he made a sound of disapproval, and shoved your face down into the mattress. your arms were bent, hands holding onto the blanket. "atta girl," he said, rubbing the belt against your ass. your shorts were pulled down to your ankles, your lace thong exposed to him. it felt so wrong, so humiliating for him to see you like this.

"why're you wearin' these kinda panties?" his thumb traces the strap on your hip, "this is for grown women. not little girls like you." the belt came down hard, your body flinching from the sudden hit. you squeezed your eyes shut, a soft gasp escaping your mouth. his words were humiliating, making shame burn in your cheeks. his hand bunched up your hair into a ponytail, and he pulled your head back just to lean down next to your ear. "next time i catch ya wearing these, they're coming off. you understand me?" he whipped your ass again, making you cry out in pain. your eyes stung with tears, digging your face into your plush mattress and soft sheets. he smacked your ass a few times, gritting his teeth. he tugged on your hair roughly, forcing your face out of your mattress. "answer me, girl."

"yes sir," you swallowed, hoping he wouldn't notice your arousal from the punishment. it was utterly humiliating, and the fact that your pussy was wet from this only made your face burn with shame. he released your hair, and the heat from the leather left your tender ass. you slowly got up to pull your shorts back up, and with that he left your room, not without a prominent bulge in his jeans.

he closed the door behind him, his jaw clenched as he checked the time. he wondered when your mom would be home, but then remembered she was away on a work trip. he knew that was bullshit, though. he didn't know why, but he let things happen sometimes. he knew she was out there, drinking and entertaining men. it was just who she was, and he wasn't a cuck or anything like that, it was just that he had stopped loving her for who she was. and sure, maybe he felt guilty at times. but it was hard to feel guilty knowing she was betraying him, betraying their marriage, their family.

lately he'd been faking so much. he didn't know how much longer it'd be until he snapped. he sighed, a hand reaching down to grope the bulge that had formed in his jeans, and he went into his own room and shut the door behind him. he had sneaked one of your worn panties into his pocket when you were too busy crying, and he held it up to his nose, taking a deep sniff while he steadily stroked himself. he didn't even have time to sit down, just leaned against the door, furiously stroking his cock while he inhaled the scent of your pussy. the lacey fabric was bunched up in his hand, taking deep breaths as memories of your round ass being spanked flashed through his mind, and he hoped that you'd disobey him again, so he could put you back into your place. he bit down on the fabric, using it as a gag to keep himself from moaning too loud, and soon enough hot cum was spraying onto his stomach and hands. but as he came down from his high, he realized what he had done, and he couldn't escape that now.

the next day, things seemed to be fine between the two of you. the sound of heavy rain pattering against concrete and the roof woke you up, but it was enough to let you lay in bed for a while longer. your ass didn't feel as sore as it did yesterday, but the memory still lingered, even as you showered, and even when you faced him again in the kitchen. the sight in front of you was completely distracting, though. keegan was standing at the stove, brewing coffee and cooking something in a pan, small droplets of water running down his sculpted shoulder, down his tattooed spine. you could see each individual muscle flex as he cooked, turning around to meet your eyes. his hair was damp, with a few strands dripping water. and you didn't even notice that he was wearing grey sweats until you had to force yourself to look away. his eyes narrowed, he didn't like when people stared at him, but the way you stared was different. you seemed curious about everything. "you hungry?" he asked, plating some scrambled eggs mixed in with some veggies onto two plates, sliding one to you. you didn't feel very hungry, but it was an opportunity to be with him, so you grabbed a fork and started to eat some.

keegan couldn't help but notice how you seemed so quiet today. part of him felt guilty, maybe he shouldn't have been so hard on you. but then again, you needed discipline. you didn't have a father figure until he came into your life, which would explain many things. he leaned back in the chair, crossing his muscular arms over his bare chest. you glanced up from the sound of movement, looking up to see him. you could see the small happy trail leading up to his belly button, and the star tattoo on his hip. he was inked in other places like his arms, a large cross on his inner forearm. "you're quiet today, kid. you got your period or somethin'?" he asked, not looking at you as he ate his eggs. "no, i just feel tired," you said, poking at your plate. he rolled his eyes, "from what exactly? disobeying me?"

"no," you looked up at him, setting your fork down. he didn't know what to make of that, you were always so soft and nonconfrontational. he was the exact opposite of that, he didn't know what to do with a sweet girl like you. you bit your bottom lip nervously, before setting your fork down and looking up at him. he was scrolling away at his phone, not very interested in talking with you. "can i hang out with my friends today?" you fiddled with the hem of your spandex shorts, hoping he'd say yes. when he looked up from his phone, you could immediately tell that he wasn't very open to the idea. he didn't need to give you a verbal response for you to know what he was thinking, so you excused yourself from the table and washed your plate. once he finished his food, he stood up and came up behind you, placing his hand on your hip, while sliding his plate under the running sink water. "you ain' goin' nowhere," he said gruffly, squeezing your hip before leaving.

heat rushed through your body from his touch, from the close proximity of him. his mouth always finding it's way next to your ear, reminding you of your place in that same condescending tone that he used. his voice was a smooth, deep baritone that always sent shivers up your spine. the dishes were done and put away, and when you went up to your room, you were surprised to find keegan standing in your room, looking at your unmade bed. his arms were crossed, each muscle flexing with annoyance at your lack of cleanliness. he managed to get dressed already, as you eyed the black shirt and same sweats from before. he sat down on your bed, the mattress sinking from his weight. "why do you think i'm mad at you right now?" he asked, demanding you to answer. you fidgeted, licking your lips as they had gone dry. "my bed is messy." he watches you, looking you up and down, not without readjusting himself, a veiny hand groping his crotch. "over my fuckin' knee, right now," he says lowly, hands running up his thighs. a pit forms in your stomach. your young little mind couldn't understand why you were punished over the smallest things. "but-"

"now." with a sigh, you head over to where he is, slowly lowering yourself over his lap. he leans back slightly, scooting forward so that you're fully adjusted. his large hand runs up the back of your bare thigh, his brows furrow at the display of skin. baby soft. his thumb pressed into your inner thigh, so fucking close to that area between your thighs. but he knows best, he's older and stronger than you'll ever be. "always disobeyin' me, when i tell ya something, i expect you to listen. i'm your daddy now." he mumbles lowly into your ear, his hand resting on one of your ass cheeks. something tells you that this isn't right, that his hand isn't supposed to be there. he almost smirks seeing how you look so conflicted when he puts his hand there, and he gently squeezes, making you squirm in his lap. he smacks your ass hard with his bare hand instead. he loves having you over his lap like this, squirming and crying, he fucking loves putting you in your place. you can feel something hard poking your belly, but you assume that it's his wallet or something, definitely not...

a hand smacks you out of your thoughts, and you resist the urge to rub your sore ass cheek. tears prick your eyes, and soon enough you're crying. "this is what happens to dumb little girls like you, little girls who think they can get away with anything." he says gruffly, and you can sense the anger in his voice. "please daddy, i'll do anything just stop-"

he reaches down your shorts, gathering your panties and pulling them hard, giving you a wedgie. you cry out, "ow! stop, that hurts!" but he's not paying attention to your cries, his cock is rock hard from the fact that you just called him 'daddy'. "the fuck did you jus' call me?" he ignores your pleas. "i called you daddy," you say while tears drip down your cheeks. he grunts in response, smacking your ass again. "i'm daddy now, huh?" he asks mockingly, still not releasing your panties. he notices they're cotton, and he's a bit disappointed. you nodded, your lower half moving around in his lap. your ass cheek is bright, your skin changing to a harsh pinkish red from him slapping your ass so hard. "get up." he commands, watching as you shakily get up. he reaches for your phone, not watching when you rub your own ass. "when your mom gets home, i expect you to behave." he says sternly, holding your face roughly in his large palm. your cheeks squish together slightly, and you look up at him with slight fear.

you hate when he does that, when he acts like everything's fine and nothing happened. you're forced to watch him smile at your mom and give her loving kisses while she laughs, not knowing how harsh he can be. you pick at your food, and for some reason you feel a pair of eyes on you. when you look up, he's giving you a hard stare, piercing eyes narrowing at the sight of you moping. he grits his teeth, and you take a bite of your food before he can scold you. once your mom heads to bed, it's over for him. he follows her upstairs, a hand on her hip while they disappear into their bedroom. you can hear laughter, but you ignore your annoyance by doing something else. night time was approaching, and you were getting ready for bed, trying to ignore the moans coming from their room and the sound of a bed creaking. you shut your door, a bit too harshly that it makes them freeze, and then go back to fucking.

you lay down in bed, shutting off your lights and trying to ignore them, but they're so fucking loud. eventually, they come to a steady stop, and you're left there, laying wide awake. you try to sleep, your eyes closing as you laid on your side. the pink digital clock next to your bed reads 2:00 am. you're almost asleep, when the sound of the door creaking catches your attention. you're too sleepy to care at this point, snuggling into your sheets.

keegan comes into your room quietly, shirtless and in just his boxers. with his stamina, he could go round for round, but your mom couldn't. he licks his lips at the sight of you in a tank top with no bra, your plump tits nearly spilling out the side. his eyes follow the line of your waist and hips, coming closer until he was feeling your skin. no shorts this time? his fingers crawl up your tank top, rubbing your soft tummy and moving towards your womb. you stir slightly, but he doesn't stop. in fact, it feels good, easing you back into that deep sleep. he shouldn't do this. you're his step-daughter, you're too young to even think about this kind of stuff. but the ache in between his thighs is enough to make his mind go numb with thoughts of you, of your scent and how you smelled. you were a lot different than your mom. your body was softer, squisher. his hand squeezed your side, and soon enough he crawled in behind you.

that was enough to stir you awake, but you didn't mind his presence. in your mind, he's comforting you after what happened. his hand runs up and down your sides, his mouth close to the nape of your neck. you smell so fucking good that it makes his mouth water. his hand runs down your side and caresses your plush thighs, squeezing them. when his hand snakes it's way to your inner thigh, and then in between, you gasp softly. his big hand clamps over your mouth, and his hand dipping into your panties. "shhh....don't wake your mom." he commands lowly, his large hand cupping your pussy. his arm is holding you almost in a headlock, the large muscles in his arm tensing as he clamps his hand down, squeezing your cheek with his thumb. your eyes are wide, your heart pounding in your chest. he makes it hard for you to think, the warmth that's radiating off his body envelops you whole, and his masculine scent makes you throb. you let out a soft whimper into the palm of his hand, his fingers playing with your little pussy. you squirm, trying to hide how good it makes you feel. "you like that?" he muttered lowly, "dirty girl." he said, his finger rubbing your clit while he held you in that chokehold. his knee forces your legs open so that one leg is bent, up in the air almost. he's rubbing your clit just the way you like it, with enough pressure and just the right amount of speed for it to overwhelm you. your cries are muffled by his palm - it could make him cum, as he kissed any inch of you.

he kisses the side of your neck, making your body shudder and writhe. you're a lot more responsive than your mom is, and he fucking loved that. "such a good girl. i been hard on ya, haven't i?" he murmurs softly, kissing your plush little cheeks, loving how warm you get just from that. "maybe it's time i reward ya." he changes positions, his hand leaving your panties. you let out a soft whine, already missing his fingers. he crawls in between your thighs, spreading them open while shoving his face into your clothed pussy. your thighs tense, gently squeezing his head as his nose is pressed against your clit. when you moan a little too loud, he clamps a hand over your mouth, the other pulling your panties aside. "y'gotta be quiet..." he grumbled, the stubble on his jaw tickling your inner thigh. he guides one leg over his shoulder, so that your pussy is anchored up into his mouth. he kisses your puffy lips, your slick coating them instantly, making him groan at the taste. his tongue laps at your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub until you're pushing your hips up into his mouth. his hand is still clamped over your mouth, a thumb digging into your cheek while he devours your pussy. when your toes curl and your eyes roll back, he sucks harder, until you're squealing into the palm of his hand, body twitching from your orgasm. he licks up every last drop of your cum, tongue flicking against your clit as he licks you clean. you're a panting mess, looking down at him with flushed skin, and disheveled hair. he places a big hand by the side of your head, steadying himself. he licks his lips, leaning down and pressing his mouth into your ear, pulling back slightly to mutter "you taste fuckin' good," he kisses your cheek, pulling back. you sit up in confusion, brows furrowing as he heads for the door. "where are you going?" you ask softly, and he chuckled in response. "i can't stay, baby. you know that." he looked at you one last time, before leaving.

you laid back down, too sleepy and drowsy to think about what had just happened. Keegan wasn't much of a pussy eater, usually he avoided that with your mother, because she always said it never did anything for her. but you, you squealed and wriggled around whenever he sucked a little too hard, and it made him want to storm back in there and fuck you nice and hard, like you deserved. but not yet, it was too soon.

your eyes were downcast at breakfast, cheeks hot with embarrassment from the memories of last night. if anything, you thought it was some sick twisted dream, but it wasn't. "what's wrong, honey?" a motherly hand lifts your chin, making you look up into her brown eyes, filled with concern. "nothing mom," you try to brush it off, try to ignore the butterfly of guilt that flutters its wings in the depths of your belly. keegan watched the interaction from afar, pouring hot coffee into a black mug that mirrored his personality.

when the two of you are alone, he pulls you to the side. "come here," two long fingers curl back and forth, inching you closer to him. you sit down on the large couch, looking at him. "don't feel bad." he said gruffly, eyes never leaving the match on TV. "why?" you said, after a pause of silence. a cheer, a score and Keegan curses under his breath as the opposing team makes a score. "because she's cheating on me." your eyes widen in shock, but you're not entirely surprised that she was. its what happened last time. its why your biological dad left in the first place, because that woman couldn't keep her panties on if she tried. then you felt hurt, for him. you felt sympathy towards your otherwise strict step-father. he looks over at you when he doesn't hear a verbal response, and he can see how the look of guilt passed on your face. "like I said, don't feel bad."

"does it make you sad?" you ask, needing to know his side, needing to know if he was just using you to get back at her. he looks away thoughtfully, blue eyes staring into nothing as his jaw clenches. "not anymore." he takes a long drink of beer, avoiding your eyes purposely. he doesn't know if he likes how sympathetic you are. "for how long have you known?" you asked, your voice quieter in case she heard.

he shrugs, now looking down at his lap. if anything, it was a vulnerable moment where the two of you talk, not him yelling at you. "bout a month," he sighed a tiny bit, readjusting his position. the topic of last night was on the tip of your tongue, you just didn't have any idea of how to confront it. you nod and look down at your own lap, "....about last night-"

"I was horny." he mumbled, cutting you off with a dismissive tone. "that's all." you look at him, unsure if he's being honest or doesn't wanna talk about what he did. "didn't you guys-" he turns to you sharply, "i said I was just fuckin' horny." as he sees your expression falter, he cleared his throat. in a way, he knew he took advantage of you. but, was it really taking advantage when you pushed your hips up into his mouth, wanting him to take more of you in? was it taking advantage if your eyes were rolled back, your back arched and your toes curled? the way you came all over his mouth, the cries and whimpers...it was getting him hard again, despite the uneasy conversation the two of you were having. Keegan never liked addressing things like that, leaving them be. leaving emotions behind, leaving it to an agreed silence. but this was something you couldn't ignore or push off to the side. it would be too obvious to your mom and others that something was up.

a few days had gone by since the incident, and neither of you talked about it, a mutual silence. you went about your day as usual, until you came home from school and found him waiting for you on the porch. a cigarette tucked in between two lips. the same lips that sucked the life out your pussy not too long ago. he eyes you up and down, eyes lingering on the tights and pink Lululemon jacket you were wearing. he scoffs, "who bought ya that? ya look like some basic white girl." he said, trying to ignore the way those tights clung to your thighs like second skin, blue eyes catching a glimpse of your perfect cleavage. he grits his teeth, watching you tread inside without a word. you didn't acknowledge much of what he said, which pissed him off just a little. if only he knew what went on in that pretty little head of yours, what you were feeling. those doll-like eyes of yours could be hard to read sometimes.

the glowing tip of the cigarette is crushed under a black boot, heavy footsteps dragging inside, the front door shutting behind him. the sight of your mom on the couch only adds onto his annoyance, pretending to fit his role of the perfect husband, the husband that's not aware of his wife who's a fucking cheater. she smiled at him lovingly, but it didn't mean anything. he didn't smile back, only coming over to fill the gap in the couch, a muscular arm wrapping around her shoulders. he could smell faint cologne, the cheap kind you get at drugstores. it makes him turn his head slightly, so that he doesn't have to smell it.

you watch the pair from afar, a pool of jealousy bubbling up inside of you - even though it's wrong. it's your goddamn stepdad, you shouldn't want him to do something like that again. but the feeling of his mouth, sucking on your teen cunt with such hunger that it could've made you cum twice, or the feel of his stubble tickling the soft inside of your thighs. the sight of them together makes you sick, she shouldn't be with him. you should. she shouldn't be out with other guys.

"seems like you and Joe are getting along well." you remarked, sitting down on the opposite couch. your mother shoots you a warning glance, afraid to see Keegan's reaction to the name drop. Keegan never knew names, just knew that she came home with guilt heavy on her heart, and showered him with sudden affection to try to make up for it. "who's Joe?" Keegan murmured, looking down at the top of her head. "a coworker," she murmurs. "you're being dumb," she smiles at you, rolling her eyes playfully - but you know it wasn't playful in the slightest. you didn't understand this sudden feeling of jealousy, seeing his hands all over her, when they should've been all over you. as if he caught onto what you're trying to do, Keegan bites back a smirk, at how needy you've become.

he promised himself that he wouldn't do it again, that he would forget the way you taste, but it was fucking impossible. he spent countless nights after tasting you, jerking off to the way you tasted, the way those pretty moans would slip out of you mouth when he sucked on your clit nice and hard. he couldn't take it anymore.

your room door is thrown open harshly, with Keegan storming into your room when it's late at night. "what are you-" your words were cut off, when he shut the door behind him and locked it, stalking towards you, and holding you by the throat.

"dirty fucking girl," he said in the same tone that he spoke to you when he ate your pussy. "tryna rat your mom out now, huh? thinkin' it'll piss me off and make me wanna come to you?" he sneers, long fingers gripping your neck with a harshness that leaves your eyes watering, and your panties growing damp. your silence is enough to confirm his thoughts, as he suddenly shoves you face down onto your bed, making your small little nightgown rise up, exposing your cute little panties to his gaze. a finger hooks under the lace that's swallowed by your ass, pulling it back before letting it snap down on your skin. "your ass deserves to get smacked," he said lowly, "n' I betcha like that, huh? you like having my attention?" he said, a palm coming down on your ass, making you squirm and squeal. it was his fucking favorite, seeing the way your ass jiggled, the way your cheek turned red from him. in an instant, he pulls your panties down enough to reveal your bare ass cheeks, pushing your night gown all the way up your back, yanking those pretty panties until they were slipping off your ankles.

"spread." is all he says, watching as you shimmy around and present your pussy and ass to him. he was hard from the beginning,but this new angle almost made him cum from the sight. his two thumbs spread open your ass, as he leans down and sniffs, his cock straining against his boxers, as his tongue takes a long, slow lick of your ass. you gasp, not used to the feeling. "mm," he said, acting like a starved man, as he started to lap at your hole, sucking and licking until your pussy started to drip with need. "taste better than your mom," he chuckled against your skin, moving to lick your pussy lips, his tongue sandwiched between the soft skin. he loves making degrading comments, knowing you love it too. your moans are muffled by your pillow, your toes curling as he sucks on your poor pussy, the sounds of slurping and licking filling the room, your pretty little pussy soaking his stubbled jaw.

"fuck baby, you're so fucking wet, makes me wanna fuck you so fucking bad," he said, pushing you onto your back, his lips suctioned to your little clit, loving the way you look down at him with your skin flushed, and your mouth hung open as moans spill out. your back arches, pushing your sweet cunt into his mouth. his mouth pops off your pussy with a wet pop, and he's quickly taking his belt off for you to see him. you watch with wide eyes, seeing his shirt and jeans come off, revealing a perfect body. the little happy trail of his makes you throb, seeing his abdomen decorated in a few tattoos, some matching his muscular arms. he doesn't let you touch, smacking your hands away when you try to feel him. all it earned was a smack to your pussy, then your nightgown torn off. his mouth immediately latches onto your tit, his tongue swirling around your soft nipple. "feel how fucking hard I am?" he said, his voice low and throaty, as he guides your hand to the bulge in his boxers. he lets out a groan, slowly grinding his hips into the palm of your hand. he can tell that you've never done this before, and it makes him excited. excited to teach you everything about sex.

"open your hand for me baby, let me grind my cock against ya," he groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep you in place. he pulls your hand off of his bulge after a few moments, pulling his boxers down. your eyes are wide, filled with curiosity and lust, wanting to explore his body. "betcha wanna suck my cock, you want me to fuck your throat? make you choke all over yer' daddy's dick?" he smirked, seeing the look of slight horror at the nickname. "open, girl," he said, bunching your hair into a ponytail, letting you lay in a comfortable position while he kneels on your bed, letting his cock smack around your face. the moment your hot mouth wraps around his pink tip, he bites his lower lip. "easy girl, use yer' tongue..." he said, moaning lowly at the feeling of you starting to suck. you look up at him with such pretty eyes, it's hard not to wanna break you. he takes control quickly, your hair loosely wrapped around his hand as he started to fuck your mouth slowly, making you open your mouth wider. your small grunts and whines, your mouth making a wet sound when he thrusts, he has to stop before he cums. but your small hands squeeze his thighs in a desperate plea to keep him there, your mouth taking in another inch, as you bob your head and hollow your cheeks, sucking him even more. he groans louder at the sudden change, panting lowly.

"you're gonna make me cum down your fuckin' throat, that what ya want?" he pants, starting to thrust into your mouth when you muffle a small 'yes' around his cock, your tongue lapping at his tip like a hungry dog. he sucks in his stomach, abs flexing as his eyes roll back, the suction around his cock making him cum too quickly. you grunt, trying to handle the load that fills your mouth, the taste of him dripping out of your mouth. "clean it," he grumbled, making you lick the cum off of his thigh and the mattress. "good girl," he praises after, running his fingers through your hair, before making you lay on your back. he spreads your legs wide, his cock hardening again at the sight of your pussy, so fucking wet for him. "needy little girl..." he said as if he were annoyed, but he was the exact opposite. he liked seeing you so needy. his hot tip rubs up and down your little slit, watching your brows furrow in concentration, his tip grinding against your clit. you moan, your thighs coming up to your chest. "like that?" he said, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, while his cock grinds against your folds. you nod your head, "feels...so good, I cant-"

your mouth hangs open, sweet little moans spilling out of your mouth. "you're so sweet, keep making those noises for me," he mumbled into your ear, his warm breath fanning across your ear, making it tickle. his fingers reach down, one finger slipping into your greedy cunt, trying to prepare you for his cock. he groans, feeling your walls clench around his ring finger. "look at ya, wanting your stepdad's cock...you oughta be ashamed of yourself," he scrutinized, his mouth starting to kiss on your sweet neck, a finger pumping in your hole. more moans spill out, "please...I need it, I need your cock," you babbled, the feeling of his finger itching that one spot, making your body tense up with pleasure. his mouth is sucking on your tit again, licking at your soft nipple, while his tip pokes at your entrance. "beg for my cock, show me how needy you are," he said, teasing your slick folds with his pink tip. "please, I need your cock, please give it to me, I've been waiting-" you said, trying to grind your hips against his. he slowly pushes the head in, making you whimper and whine, your hips squirming around. "you can take it, cmon...your pussy's made for me," he said, trying hard not to groan at the way your pussy sucks him in, his big cock stretching your teenage pussy out in ways that you'd never experience. his big hands press down on your hips, watching as your cunt sucks in his cock. once he pushes past, and 'pops' himself in, he gently rocks his hips. you're so fucking cock drunk that you can't even speak, your fingers gripping onto the sheets, constant whimpers escaping your mouth.

it doesn't take him long until he's pounding into your pussy, the sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin filling the room. his hands push your legs up, burying himself deeper into your soaking pussy. your whines keep him going, as his cock stretches you open, his tip poking at that special little spot. "I love your pussy, I fuckin' love your sweet little pussy," he groans, laying on his side, holding your leg up in the air, while he fucks you on your side.

"look at you baby, taking my cock like such a good girl. I know you like it, you like my big dick stretching you open? huh? you like me fucking you in your room, while your mom's asleep?" he said, squeezing your tit before switching the position again. he can't control himself, he feels like a fucking animal in heat, fucking you face down ass up. his thumb enters your asshole while he fucks you hard from behind, the added pleasure making you cum hard. "f-fuck," you gasp, shaking and crying out, your face buried into the pillow as you try to contain yourself.

he pulls your hair roughly, pounding into you so hard that you're scared that your bed might break. your cum drips all over his veiny cock, creating a creamy little ring of cum around the base of his cock. his thighs tense, as he buried himself balls deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim with cum. he shuddered and groaned, his weight resting on you as he emptied himself. "can ya squirt?" he muttered, forcing you onto your back. you look up at him wide eyed, "i-i don't know," you said, your body still trying to recover from your orgasm. he's quick to recover, burying his cock deep inside you again, making you gasp. he folds you in half, pressing your thighs down, "m' gonna make you, make ya squirt all over my fucking dick." he groans, his fingers rubbing your clit rapidly, while his thrusts are sloppy and hard, making your legs shake and burn from the pressure. you can feel something building up in your lower region, like a feeling like you're about to piss. "s-stop," you gasp, but he doesn't. it feels so fucking good, as it continues to build higher and higher. his breathing becomes ragged, as he can feel himself about to cum a third fucking time. his finger continues to rub your clit, making you feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. "you gonna squirt all over my dick?" he said, pounding into a certain angle, which left you nearly crying.

"mm- feels weird..." you grunted, feeling the pressure building up. "let it out baby," he said, pounding into you with the same pace, speeding it up when he felt your gooey cunt squeezing him. his cock pops out of you, as you started to squirt all over him, his fingers rapidly rubbing your clit back and forth, as the clear fluid sprays onto his thighs. his eyes widen, and he cums in synch after you've pushed him out, his body shaking. the two of you lay there, panting and trying to catch your breath. you know there's no going back after this. "Thursday," he muttered into your ear, cupping your pussy. "Thursday...m' gonna fuck you every Thursday." he said, lowly. it was the one day your mom worked overtime, granting the two of you a perfect amount of free time.

his lips find yours before you can respond, the taste of you heavenly on his lips. he continues to kiss you deeply, your tongue slowly finding his, moans slipping out of your mouth. he pulls back, looking down at you while he brushes your hair back.

and so it continued on. every Thursday, you'd make yourself look all pretty for him, waiting in your room for him to come in and fuck you til you were a babbling mess.

"there's my pretty girl..."

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a/n: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I haven't been motivated to write all that much, but I will definitely try to be more active on here! thank you to everyone who supports and follows me, you guys are everything 💋

[konigbabe]

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.

masterlist • faq • AO3 • ko-fi

“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.” 

[clumsybriar]

Keegan Russ x Fem! Reader — Checkmate

Keegan Russ x reader

Notes: reader is a hacker and has to remember what Keegan taught her just so she can survive.

Word count: 7,322

Warnings: death of a enemy, bullet wounds, touches on reader having anxiety

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If (y/n) would have known being a hacker was going to put her life in danger she would have doubled it and passed it to the next person.

Here she was though, sitting at a computer as she typed furiously. The blue light was shining in her face as the room was dark.

She wished she was back in college and this was just some stupid exam, but that reality was five years gone.

She couldn’t remember what it was like to be surrounded by people. She had been alone for the past year on the run since she had a big red target on her head. She was in a hotel with the lights off as she would be heading towards New Mexico. She needed to get there and fast.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She uttered quietly to herself. She took a deep breath as she broke into the federation's firewall.

She reached forward quickly grabbing the pocket watch as she set it for 20 minutes. It was all the time she had to get the information and leave without being detected. And if she stayed any longer, she would be in danger of having to move before the end of the night.

She knew the risks and she needed to find Rorke’s location, after his threat.

“Because if anyone can find me, it’s you and that makes you my worst threat.”

It kept repeating in her head ever since he said it to her. Two years of abandoning everyone and going into hiding, two years of running from state to state, having gone from California to New York to Florida, to Tennessee. It had to be an unusual pattern, and could never be the same. Rorke and her were playing the same game, always two steps behind one and another.

Tonight, she was going to break this wretched curse of being hunted, she was going to become the hunter. This was the lesson Keegan had taught her years back when she had first joined the team. He was notorious for telling her she can’t just be a hacker. She needed survival skills because enemies were unpredictable and she needed to know how to protect herself if it ever came down to it.

She was grateful for his lessons even if at the time she thought he was being ridiculous. He almost had a sixth sense for this stuff, and now she was kicking herself in the ass for not listening to the worrying man. Silent most days, but when he had something to say, you better listen.

She hoped he was okay, she hoped Rorke didn’t find him and kill him. She had heard about Ajax and how he had fallen to Rorke’s poisonous pursuit of all Ghosts.

She wasn’t a ghost, just their hacker behind a computer, but that was a big enough threat to put her in the wanted list.

“What did I tell you, don’t get distracted.” Keegan huffed at her as she frowned and looked at him. She had on safety goggles and earmuffs to block the loud sounds of the bullet leaving the chamber of the gun.

“What?” She said looking at the gun and then back at him.

“Take the damn earmuffs off, you goof.” He rolled his eyes, lifting them off her ear. “I said don’t get distracted, that man,” he referred to a paper target that had a human shape printed on it. “Could have had a gun too and just shot you in the head. I get your behind a computer all day, but I’d like you to stay there alive.”

“Sorry,” she said nervously. She took a deep breath and sighed as she looked back at the target. “I-I just don’t see the point in this.”

He looked at her incredulously. How did she not see the point of this. This was saving her life, her own life. Maybe he was getting to be too much of a worrywort as she often told him.

“I uh, I just…don’t feel comfortable with the idea of having to shoot someone and I feel if I don’t learn I won’t have to do it, but we know that’s not always the case…” her eyes flickered back to him showing her pure raw emotion of fear and disgust of being the person behind the gun.

“Danger is all around you.” He said softly, “hiding behind the computer doesn’t mean you're safe 100 percent of the time. Someone can find you and someone can hurt you and I don’t want that.” He spoke calmly, connecting to her human emotions, the fact that she wore her heart on her sleeve. “I’d like to keep you alive, ya’ know.” He hummed. “You're so, so, so, much better alive.”

She after that, did as he told her, she could remember it like it was yesterday. She went to the gun range and learned for him as he had asked her too and here she was using his lessons to keep her alive at the current moment.

Her fingers typed fast, furiously hitting each key with intent to hunt and find what she was searching for. She wasn’t going empty handed either. She needed to know where Rorke was, if she knew that, then she could finally end this once and for all.

Her plan, a bullet in his thick ass skull. She was tired of this battle she and him were caught in. Constantly dancing around one and another as they hunted for one and another.

This time—the final time—she was going to be five steps ahead of him, and he was going to still be two steps behind her. That’s what she wanted, that’s what she needed.

Her eyes lit up as her screen showed her the desired information. Rorke’s exact location in nice bold letters. Finally a year of running and being hunted had finally paid off. Now she just had to get there on time, and that was the tricky thing.

The time went off signifying she had less than a minute to get off the federations radar. She hustled, she was always a fast typer faster then most of the men she worked with behind computer screens. It’s why she was so good, she achieved micro-goals she had set in college making her a better then most at hacking.

“Look at you baby girl, typing fast.” Keegan snuck up behind her making her jump forward a bit.

“Keegan!” She turned around in her chair looking at him while clutching her heart. “Way to scare a girl.” She huffed at him, smiling softly.

“Well, gotta keep you on your toes, darlin’.” He chuckled. “Plus I brought lunch, and I gotta make sure the baby girl gets fed well, if not she gets grumpy.” He hummed softly as he shook the to-go bag slightly in his hands.

Her eyes flickered to it. She could smell the delicious aroma the food was giving off. Her stomach gurgled as she made room at her desk for him to join her.

“Ooh, I knew you’d give in.” He pulled a chair closer as he sat the bag to go. “Lo mein for the princess.” He sat her out with chopsticks and then grabbed his as he leaned back in his chair kicking his work boots on the desk.

She got comfy following his actions as she ate happily. He always knew what she wanted without her ever telling him. They giggled as they munched on their lunch for an hour.

“Keegan!” She giggled. “You're not supposed to press the power button as it’s updating you big dummy.”

“I got scared.” He snorted. “I don’t know technology like you, baby.” He chuckled. “Merrick was pissed.”

“Don’t blame him.” She snorted as she sat her lunch aside. “Last time you will probably be allowed to borrow his stuff. Have him bring it to me, I can fix it.” She giggled softly.

Her eyes landed on his icy blue ones as she smiled at him softly.

“Baby,” he sat his food down. “Got something on your face.”

“I know I don’t.” She giggled, raising a brow at him. “Don’t give me a complex. You just want to kiss me.”

“No, no,” he cupped her face. “Pretty sure there’s something on that pretty face of yours.”

“Keegan!” She screeched and laughed as she clung to his uniform.

His lips were in hers as he kissed her. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss.

She sighed happily in the kiss as her hands found his cheeks.

“Jesus, you two, keep it Pg!” Ajax joked as he had his own takeout. “And here I was going to join you two.”

“He was uh…just getting something on my face,” (y/n) blushed as she was embarrassed hiding her face as Keegan chuckled, throwing his head back.

“Oh I got what was on her face for sure.” Keegan wiggled his eyebrows at Ajax.

“Jesus, you two need to just get married.” Ajax chuckled as he joined them.

“It’s not like that!” (Y/n) giggled as she slapped Ajax's shoulder.

“I’m gonna go cry.” Keegan teased her.

“Go cry!”

What she would do to have his lips in hers again. It’s been a year, too long.

The bus was quiet as (y/n) kept her hood up.

“Because if anyone can find me, it’s you and that makes you my worst threat.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the words repeated in her head. It was that recurring nightmare that she couldn’t shake. The one where she found Keegan, dead, because of her. The one where Rorke has the two of them kidnapped and as torture makes her watch him slowly and painfully harm Keegan until he does with. Bullet in his head.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her stomach churn.

“Don’t throw up.” She chanted quietly as she took a deep breath and paused for a second. “Close call.” She huffed as she looked at the next bus stop. Santa Monica, she was just passing through. She could remember the landscape; it had become more dreary as the federation continued to try and win the war they waged in the states. She needed to pick up a piece of government equipment. Something that would take down the federations equipment. An external drive that could wipe their systems and shut them down. Causing Rorke to have to sit still in one location. It was a winner of a plan and she just had to find a way to sneak into a military base in which she used to work at. Simple. That was simple. She knew the ins and outs and she could easily get in.

There was a reason they took a hacker right out of school. She was selected by Rorke and Ellias themselves.

“You're telling me, this girl hacked into the pentagon and she went a month without being caught.” Ajax asked as he walked with Keegan to the conference room they had been called to.

“Yeah, that’s what Merrick told me.” Keegan hummed as he looked at Ajax. “Don’t know how true it is, but guess I can’t help but be curious as to what this girl looks like.”

“Somehow, I’m curious too.” Ajax hummed as they entered the room. The only sound the two made was the door shutting behind them as their mouths gaped open. She was such an innocent looking girl. Fresh out of college and a very timid demeanor.

“She hacked into the Pentagon.” Keegan said to Merrick.

“That she did.” The man responded as the three of them stood on the side of the wall listening intently.

Her eyes flickered to them as she gulped and looked back at Ellias.

“You got some spunk kid,” Rorke hummed. “We could use that.”

She gulped as she looked at the intimidating man. “I’d hardly call it spunk.” She said softly. “It was a lucky chance.” She said softly. “My professor said, if anyone could hack into the pentagon they’d pass the class with an A, and wouldn’t have to take the class for the rest of the semester.” She yanked softly at the cuffs on her wrists, finding them uncomfortable. Keegan could tell with the way her face scrunched up. He felt his heartbeat increase as his eyes glued to her. He was giddy, seeing something so pretty like her. It wasn’t everyday a sweet thing crossed his path.

“Well, did you pass?” Ellias asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “But then he also called the FBI, what’s left of them anyways, since the world is up in arms.” She shifted nervously. “Am I in trouble, I m-mean, I know I did something wrong. I get that.” She said softly. “But I didn’t look at anything, I just got in and got out.”

“You're not in any trouble.” Ellias hummed softly. “Actually—“

“Let’s back up the train Ellias,” Rorke hummed as he walked from the window and walked behind her eyes peering down on the woman. “You realize what you did right, you act like it’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing.” She said softly.

“You hacked into the pentagon, that’s something.” Ajax hummed as her eyes glanced at the soldier on the other side of the room.

“I mean, pentagon or not…” she paused as she took a deep breath. “It wasn’t a challenge, I sent an email to a representative of the IT department at the pentagon, under an alias email and gave them a tip to strengthen the walls.”

“The nicest damn criminal I’ve ever met.” Merrick hummed quietly.

“I-I’m not a criminal—I-I guess I would be…maybe.” She paused as she fumbled with her hands nervously. “I-I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I just wanted to pass a class without even having to take it. I now realize my professor's…sarcasm…went over my head.”

Keegan smiled loving the way she stuttered. She was so innocent and book smart, not street smart. His heart beat pumped in his ears as he watched her lips and eyes. Watching the away her nose twitched and her ears twitched. She was like a little bunny.

“We’d like to offer you a position.” Ellias hummed as he looked at Rorke. “Join our fight and join our team as the hacker.”

“We could use a good one.” Rorke added as he smiled at her.

“A damn good one.” Ellias nodded.

She slinked down the hallway, eyes glancing around to be sure she didn’t get caught. She had snuck in so easily, now it was making sure she found the right room.

She was searching for a computer geek’s favorite room with all the hardware and all the flash drives and disk drives, things she used to work with all the time.

Things took a turn for the worse when she froze in the spot seeing Rorke and his team of close-nit soldiers burst from the staircase about 5 feet in front of her. She forced herself into the supply closet where she hid quickly feeling her breath catch in her throat. This wasn’t on the list, he wasn’t supposed to be here at all. Something was entirely wrong. Was it a change in plans, was it a change in schedule. Was the one she looked at false, or did they know she hacked into them. They couldn’t have.

She made sure she moved fast and efficiently. So why were they here? Why was Rorke here, it was too close to the Ghosts home base. Too close as in he was here on their front step knocking on the wrong goddamn door.

Her breath got caught in her throat as she started to experience the panic attacks she had kept at bay for so long. The ones she thought she would have under control when she faced Rorke at Atacama Desert.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Keegan knelt before finding her tucked under her desk as she was staring in a daze, nervous and afraid. Her anxiety was eating away at her and she was stuck in a world that wasn’t the present. “Baby girl, I’m right here.” Keegan called her. “Baby girl, I’m right here.”

She would do anything to hear his voice once again, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to until this was all over and the war was coming to an end.

“(Y/n)?” She paused as she turned around having just come out of the supply closet maybe two hours later having suffered from an anxiety attack. Maybe she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t sure but she had to act fast if she wanted to end this battle of the fittest between her and Rorke.

Her eyes turned around as she was greeted with Keegan. She could feel her breath catch in her that again just like it was doing for him.

Her eyes carried to him as she looked deep into his eyes. She had left that night never looking back after he told her nonstop he would protect her. She left and never said goodbye. She was sure he felt betrayed and angry at her. She could see the storm swirling in his eyes. She could see the fear she put him through. But now they both had the confirmation they needed. They were both alive and that’s all that mattered at this current moment.

“Baby,” he called out to her.

She turned quickly in her heels as she walked. But she quickly came to a stop as Keegan yelled. He yelled showing his anger.

“Baby, don’t you fucking move!” He snarled. She flinched as she felt her world crumbling. He wasn’t supposed to see her if he was even here. She was supposed to get in and get out without anyone seeing her.

“(Y/n),” Merrick limped as he looked at her. “Jesus, we thought he killed you. He said he killed you.”

“We’ve been playing a game of chess.” She said softly, turning around.

“I mourned you!” Keegan snarled as he looked at her with tears in his eyes. He looked down and away from her as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He was trembling and avoided her eyes as his frosty blue ones watered and showed his anger and sadness. “I fucking mourned you!” He threw his eyes directly at her.

“I’m sorry he lied to you, Keegan.” She sniffled avoiding his own eyes.

“What are you, working for him!” He marched forward.

“No!” She said quickly, defending her loyalty. She was in no way, shape, or form, working for the federation. “I just happen to be at the right place at the wrong time.” She said softly.

“Right place wrong time.” Keegan repeated. “Huh?”

“Don’t patronize me,” she looked at him incredulously.

“Where the hell were you when Ajax died, when I needed you!” Keegan shouted as he slammed his fist into the wall.

She flinched as she stepped back looking away as her breathing increased.

“I needed you, and you weren’t there. You weren’t there like you promised me you would be. You left that night and I never got to say goodbye.” He snarled.

“Keegan, I’m sorry.” She said softly. “But I can’t, I can’t stick around this close when Rorke is running a muck in this building.” She said backing up. She showed her glossy eyes as she wiped her tears.

“Don’t you fucking leave me again.” He snarled at her as she backed up.

“Keegan we have to go.” Merrick huffed as he caught up to the man pulling him back from (y/n). “She’s not safe with us, he’ll just get her quicker.”

“I was supposed to keep her safe, I was supposed to protect her.” Keegan’s voice trembled.

“Keegan.” She said softly, feeling a tear fall down her cheek. One single one. “It’s my turn to protect you guys.”

“Well, well, well, a rendezvous without me,” (y/n) breath caught in her throat as she cursed in her head. “Did my invite get lost in the mail (l/n)?”

“Rorke.” She greeted him softly.

“Oh, you don’t seem so excited to see me.” Rorke smiled as he cocked his gun.

“It’s hardly exciting when you bring death everywhere you go.” She said softly as she looked back at him.

“Come on, Ajax had it coming, Ellias had it coming.” Rorke hummed as he smiled at the three of them.

“Even you have it coming. It’s not personal, well I guess it is.” He shrugged as he laughed a bit. “But not personal in the sense of I had it out to get you from the start. I liked you, such a sweet girl.” Rorke hummed. “It’s just, you're a threat to me and I need to neutralize you.”

Her blood ran cold when she could hear the chuckle in his voice; it was dark and hardly the Rorke she knew.

“I told you, I’d kill ya’, because you're the only one that could ever find me. Looks like I found you though. Call this checkmate.”

It time could have slowed down, this would have been the moment it did. Hearing the bullet leave the chamber in a loud bang. She bolted trying to get out of the way.

She yelped when the bullet made contact with her shoulder tearing through it a clean entry and exit.

“Fucking run!” Merrick shouted to her as she bolted down a different hallway making sure to evade Rorke’s sight.

She hoped Keegan and Merrick ran too. Though she knew she was the target, she didn’t have to worry about them being killed until after her at this moment.

“Come on out, we haven’t finished playing yet.” She cupped her shoulder trying to keep the blood off the floor by tapping a part of her t-shirt on it. She hissed in pain as she felt the tears well up. She had to keep moving. Had to keep running away from Rorke who had been hot on her tail.

She was tucked behind a door and there was no way he could know where she was. She quieted her breathing and closed her eyes.

The hunted was not becoming the hunter at this very moment. There was too much fear in her veins.

“Come on,” Rorke snatched her out of her hiding spot as she squirmed and kicked.

She screamed and cried as she tried to fight off Rorke’s closing fist around her neck.

“Rorke!” She sobbed. “Please, I don’t want to cause any trouble.” She squirmed some more. He hit the butt of his gun against her head as she cried out in pain. She felt light headed and a massive headache was starting to form.

“Rorke, please!” She sobbed more.

“I’m sorry kid, I really did like you.” He said as he put the gun to her temple. “Close your eyes.” He said softly, showing her some weakness.

“Please, Rorke, please.” She sobbed.

“Close your eyes, kid.” He said sternly. “This is how it has to be.”

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” Keegan snarled from the end of the hallway.

“Jesus, loverboy.” Rorke huffed.

He let go of you when a bullet whizzed past both your heads.

“Keegan!” She landed on the ground with a loud thump. She hissed in pain as her shoulder jostled. He had nicked Rorke in the thigh.

“Run baby, run!” He shouted as she got up quickly and evaded.

She was just going to have to go without that external hard drive she needed. A true show of how things didn’t always go as planned.

“It’s gonna hurt me baby, but it’s important to get this cleaned out.” Keegan said softly sitting on the tub with his hand putting pressure to a cut on his skin. It was deep and needed stitches but he refused to go to the hospital for it.

“O-okay.” She sniffled as she looked at him nervously.

“Don’t give me those crocodile tears, honey, I promise I’ll be fine.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. They had moved up in the world living under the same roof.

“Okay.” She grabbed a cotton swab as she added some alcohol soaking it enough. She gently rubbed it against the cut watching as he cursed, muscles clenching.

“Fuck,” he huffed out. She felt bad, felt bad for having to be the one to put him through this pain by cleaning the wound.

“Sorry Keegan.” She gasped out softly.

“Not your fault baby, it needs to be cleaned.”

(Y/n) hissed as dumbed the alcohol on the bullet wound. She was pretty sure there was no bullet but she wasn’t going to dig around in it when there was an entry and an exit. It made her stomach roll. She sobbed as she worked fast in an abandoned mall. She needed it to be cleaned before she started to head to the desert.

The burn was intense, it was a constant torturous stabbing or pulsing as the alcohol soaked the wound.

She bit back a whimper as her eyes blurred up on her. She lurched forward feeling her stomach get queasy like she was going to throw up her little snack she had an hour ago.

She sat down feeling the searing pain make her arm go numb as she closed her eyes.

“See not so bad,” Keegan hummed as he came out of the bathroom having finished stitching himself up. (Y/n) didn’t know how he did it, how he even had the stomach for it, all she knew was the fact that there was no way she’d ever be able to do it.

“Not so bad,” she rasped out as she looked at Keegan wide eyed. “You sowed your skin together, all on your own.” Her eyes looked at him as if he was crazy and he laughed gently. That was like confirmation for her, he was nuts. “I’d be crying like a baby at the doctors, cause lord knows I’m not sticking myself with a needle.”

“Being a Marine changes you baby,” he said softly as he laid down beside her. “Being a member of the Ghosts changes you baby.” He corrected himself. “You never know when you get hit, but if you're out in the wild you gotta get things under control.” He hummed softly. “That sometimes means stitching yourself up.”

“What do they do, give you your own sewing kit.” She joked softly.

“No, but I always pack one.” He said softly. “And in the kit it has a picture of you.” Her heart swelled. “So it motivates me to get home to you.” He leaned forward kissing her lips. “Then I’m going to get home to you, baby.”

She was lucky. She was so lucky.

“She was here,” Keegan rasped out to Merrick as the four ghosts were stuck in the safe house for a few days. “She was right here near me and I had to let her go.”

He was angry, he was steaming, no one blamed him. She was right in his grasp after thinking for five months that she was dead.

“He told me she was dead, that he killed her.” Keegan snarled as Merrick listened.

He was talking about the night they infiltrated a tower during federation day. Talking about capturing Ramos and being told by Rorke that she was dead.

He spiraled so fast, laying in bed for two whole weeks after that, sobbing and crying.

No one could get him up, it wasn’t until Merrick and Ellias bombarded him in his room talking him through things.

“Look at you, dead men walking, tell me Keegan…you lost Ajax and you now lost (y/n)…” Rorke smirked at the camera. “How’s it feel?” He was patronizing Keegan. (Y/n) wasn’t dead, she couldn’t be. That was his baby girl, he had been searching for her left and right trying to find her, he needed to find her. Especially before Rorke.

Keegan could remember the night where he thought he had persuaded her to stay with him. That he would keep her safe, but she was gone come morning time and he was frantic.

“How’s it feel? Your lover…gone, it’s gotta be painful.” Rorke laughed softly. “I liked her, shame I had to do what I had to do. But I told her, I warned her she was my biggest threat, I wouldn’t stop until I had a pretty little bullet between those pretty little eyes.”

“You bastard!” Keegan snarled. “You didn’t!”

“She’s dead Keegan, but so are you,” he snorted. “Good luck boys.”

“She’s alive, so keep on her, search for her!” Merrick hummed. “She’s on a mission though Keegan, that’s clear as day.”

“Where do you think she’s going?” Hesh asked as he looked at the two seasoned soldiers.

“LOKI, she’s after it.” Logan said softly.

“Jesus, she’s going right into war.” Keegan snarled as he glared at the table. “That’s a war zone.”

“And she’s after one thing?” Hesh asked, seeing Keegan’s stress.

“Merrick, you gotta let me go.” Keegan looked at the man who was left to be captain.

Merrick sighed as he looked at Keegan with a nervous look. “Keegan, I—“

“Merrick, you have got to let me!” Keegan was stern in his words. He wasn’t going to leave (y/n) out there in the middle of a war. She didn’t know what she was getting into.

“Keegan.” Merrick crossed his arms over his shoulder and looked nervously. “She can hack into LOKI, but she’s not a soldier.” He hummed quietly.

“You gotta let me go dark,” Keegan said softly. “You gotta let me.”

“Go, but you better come back alive.” Merrick huffed.

Keegan’s hands gently gripped her hips as he pushed one leg further apart from the other giving her a more study stance.

(Y/n) felt her breath increase as her eyes kept trained in the paper target. She felt his hands leave her waist as they rested on her hands helping her hold the gun steady,

“Nice and easy baby.” He cooed softly making a shiver run down her back. “There you go.” He backed up making sure he was clear. “Now shoot.”

She pulled the trigger feeling the gun try to feel back but she kept it under control.

She looked back at Keegan and then back at the target seeing a bullseye on the target.

“Now that’s how my baby shoots when concentrated.” Keegan smirked triumphantly. He was surly partying in his mind eager that she had taken to his lessons.

He had taught her well, that was for sure.

(Y/n) took a deep breath as she hiked for hours on end. Her shoulder had a searing pain as the backpack rubbed against it. She was greatful for the somewhat decent bandage job she did on it but it wasn’t making it all that begged. She needed to get it looked at, but being in federation territory, they would notify the military and she’d be killed. She wasn’t risking it. She had a bottle of alcohol that she would occasionally dumb on it to keep it clean. As it was she didn’t know how much longer she actually had left on this earth. She knew that Rorke wasn’t going to be an easy kill. He was going to make life miserable for her and for everyone else until he fell in battle.

Kick had found her location just by chance, watching her walk through a village in chile. He had been able to hack enough into LOKI’s system so he could pin-point where she was.

She had no idea though, no idea Keegan was practically 12 steps behind her following Kicks discovery.

She stopped as she saw the American military moving in from a distance. She stayed at the edge of the forest. She used military grade binoculars as she watched tanks and helicopters swarm the area. She was glad there was a body of water between her and the battle going on across the way.

Just above her was some form of a monorail. It seemed to be a transport for military things. She sat down as she opened up her computer, starting to type away as fast as she could. She didn’t need to have a timer now, she just needed Rorke to come to her.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” She stopped typing and turned around.

Her eyes laid on his form as she finally met his eyes.

“Keegan,” she said softly. She felt her heart beat kick up seeing him in his sandy colored uniform. She didn’t expect to see him here. “You need to leave.”

“Come on, you're safe, I’m gonna keep you safe.” Keegan curled around her. His hand slid over her stomach as he shifted her back as close as he could get her. “Rorke can make a threat like that, but I’ll never let it happen.”

“Keegan you can’t make promises like that.” She said softly.

“You're in a military base, it’s going to be hard for them to get here.” He told her nuzzling into the back of her head.

He breathed in her scent as he continued to soothe her.

“What if they do?” She asked softly, looking terrified. She had already made up her mind. She was the dog that sunk her teeth in the hambone and wasn’t letting it go. It was all due to that nagging voice in the back of her head saying ‘Rorke will find you, he’ll find you’. She just wanted to shut it off. How could she shut it off.

“They won’t,” he was so assured.

“He’s got his eyes set on me,” she felt cold. “I’m the first to go.”

“I won’t let him.” Keegan hummed. He rolled her over as he laid on top of her. “Baby, he’s got to go through me first, and I’m gonna keep you safe, if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Okay.”

That morning she was gone and Keegan was left alone in a cold and empty bed. He was frantic and had searched everywhere, but kick had discovered she left base going out in the dangerous world herself. Nowhere had been safe anymore. Dallas had fallen, New Mexico was being raided. California was blown to pieces from ODIN still, and that happened years ago. All that was left was federation infested cannons and earthquakes that made sinkholes bigger.

Keegan felt the anxiety set into his soul as he laid there trying to make sense of what was going on. His chest was heaving as his eyes went out in a daze.

We’re was his baby going? What was she going to do? He was panicked and he felt like at the moment, there was nothing he could do.

“I’m not leaving you, not like you left me.” Keegan's cold icy eyes met hers. A glare was etched into his features as he was stern with her. As he should be, she understood that.

She had run when he said to stay. She had left when he promised her he would take care of her.

“I said I’d take care of ya’, that’s not a promise I take lightly.” He said softly the love cracking through his exterior expressions. She could see the love for her in his eyes. She was his girl, he often explained that to her. His to hold, his to protect, his girl.

“Don’t you run away again.” He told her. “Ya’ hear me.”

She opened her mouth to say something but shut it as soon as he gave her that look. That look that told her she better listen because he didn’t know how much heartbreak he could take.

“I have to hack into LOKI, from there. I can hit major federation bases and cities like they did to us with ODIN.” She said softly.

“Is it as easy as hacking into the pentagon?” He hummed.

“Easier.” She said softly.

“Then get to work.”

She didn’t waste any time. Her focus was on the screen below her, not looking away, she wasn’t able to look away.

“You know you might just single handedly end this war.” He said softly sitting beside her watching the militaries on the other side of the water brawl.

“Take that Rorke.” She had that same spunk she always did. Keegan noticed it was his old ball cap she had been wearing on her head every time he saw her. That same one that had the marines written on it.

“I wonder where that hat went.” Keegan said softly.

“This old thing.” She giggled softly. “If I was leaving, I had to have a piece of you.”

“But you left me without a piece of you.” He said softly. His eyes glanced at her as she tapped away.

“You didn’t go into my—” she looked up at him for a second but things happened so quickly.

A bright blue flash, the sound of mental scratching on mental and grinding. The loud booming sound that ended up causing a sound wave pushing her and Keegan back.

Keegan crawled on top of her as shrapnel flew everywhere.

“You alright!” Keegan shouted as his ears were ringing. He got off of her and looked her over before he deemed her okay.

He could see her shoulder tense and bleeding a bit more. When this was over he was going to get her some medical attention having carried that wound since he last saw her.

“What!” She shouted back as she covered her ears not liking the ringing.

“Your okay baby!” He curled her into his arms as both their eyes looked at the sandy beach below the cliff edge they sat on.

“Oh my god.” She said quietly as she looked at the monorail that was now slowly sinking into the water below it. Parts of it crashed on the sand and the rest was sinking into the water.

She lurched forward for the computer aiming for military bases all around the world that belonged to the federation.

She didn't wait and didn’t care, she pressed the execute button and then grabbed the computer snapping the screen right off.

Keegan watched knowing exactly what she was doing. She was about to throw the evidence in the water down at the beach. She grabbed the hard drive out of it and started to stomp on it until it was broken.

Maybe the war was over? Maybe it wasn’t, she knew she still had to settle the score with Rorke.

Her feet touched the sand as Keegan followed her closely, keeping a gun ready at his beckoning as his eyes scanned the massive cargo train.

His eyes scanned the area as he spotted Hesh and Logan crawling their way out of the water.

(Y/n) froze though. Her eyes spotting the man who had made her life this past year is so a living hell.

“Rorke.” She said softly as Keegan’s eyes glanced at the man walking out of the water smacking Hesh against the head.

“Baby go and hide.” Keegan tugged her down behind a rock. He held her in his arms as he whispered to her. “Go and hide and I’ll take care of him.”

“No,” she snarled as she looked at Rorke. “I’ve got to do this Keegan, I’ve got to!” She snarled.

“Baby, enough!” He was prepared for her to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but she surprised him and she squirmed away staying low.

“You would have made a hell of a ghost.” Rorke said as he snapped Logan in the face rendering him unconscious.

Keegan crawled after her, pouncing on her as he kept her low to the ground.

“Keegan, you gotta…” she trailed off as she reached for her gun. “I have to do this!” She huffed.

But she paused as she felt Keegan’s body go limp as her blood went cold. Rorke had heard them fighting.

You know in all honesty it wasn’t their smartest decision to be arguing like they were and then on top of it they still couldn’t hear properly.

“Well, well, well, I can kill two birds with one stone.” Take aimed his gun down at them. (Y/n) quickly rolled Keegan off as she. Rolled over aiming her gun at Rorke’s chest.

“Listen Rorke,” she snarled. “You have haunted me for too long.” She stood up keeping her gun aimed at him as it was right now a staring contest.

“Is this a case of the hunted becoming the hunter,” he laughed as he looked at her. “Just be prepared to fail.”

His voice made her sick, it made her angry, she felt emotions she didn’t want to feel when it came to these things.

“I’m not failing, no,” she said with a wild look in her eyes. Rorke now knew she was finally grown up no longer a hacker that hid behind a computer on the constant run. She was the hunter, she was the danger that he always knew she could be. “Today, Rorke, this is your last, you lost.” She snapped. “This is for Elias, this is for Ajax, and most importantly, this is for me!”

“You think this will end the nightmares, it won’t.” He snarled. “It just fuels the fire more,” Rorke looked at her. “You're becoming a killer like me.” He tried to get into her head, and it worked a bit. Her hand shook as she kept stalking closer to him. She was a loose cannon right now, ready to make the shot.

“Then so be it.” She snapped. “I think this is the term checkmate.”

The gun rang out as a body was heard falling to the ground with a thud.

“Rorke, here are the coordinates you wanted.” (Y/n) said softly as she pulled them up on the screen. “From what I could find it’s an old warehouse that has been used to store things for the federation. They have missiles, they have ammo, they have a lot of things in there,”

“And no one would think to look there,” Rorke smiled as he ruffled her hair. “Good work kiddo, I knew we kept you around for something.”

“Thanks.” She snorted as she looked at the man. “I’m glad I could be of help.”

“Hey,” Rorke called her back. His fist raised up for her ti bump. “I mean it, you did good, kid.”

Keegan’s eyes opened with a fright as he shot up gripping his head as he looked around frantically for her. He walked around the large rock and his body ran cold.

“Baby.” He said softly his eyes found hers, on the ground as she was curled up. “Baby.” His eyes carried to the large mass a few feet away from her, dead with a bullet right between his eyes. “It’s over, it’s over.” He landed on the ground as his arms wrapped around her. “It’s over baby girl, it’s over.” He said softly, checking her over. “You did it, you did it honey.”

He was cooing trying everything to calm her down. He knew the stress of everything and it ending for her had been so overwhelming.

It was over, (y/n) could wrap her head around that. Now she had all that time to spend again with Keegan. Being back home in his arms and that’s all she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him. All she wanted at this moment was Keegan’s embrace. That’s all she wanted.

“We can go home now,” he cooed softly. “We can go home.” He felt his own eyes well up with tears. “You and I can go home and be at home.”

“That’s all I want.” She said softly as she rested her forehead against his. “That’s all I want Keegan.” She nodded as she looked at him.

“Then let’s go home baby.” He said softly. “Let’s go home.”

[agentmarvel]

Hiiii! Could I please request 🖤 for Keegan with “marriage of convenience!” Thank you!!! <3

i had a lot of fun with this one! thank you for sending one, nonnie!🖤

keegan russ x fem!reader

cw: obsessive!keegan

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Hesh doesn’t ask favors lightly, so when he asked Keegan for a solid, he was happy to oblige. He didn’t get much in terms of specifics from the elder Walker brother, just that a really sweet thing needed some help, and Kee was the man for the job.

Marriage wasn’t quite what he had in mind when he agreed. He understood that you needed insurance, but there had to be a better way to find it. It’s quite a commitment, even if it’s hollow, and his conspicuous absences would definitely be glaring. You know nothing about him and vice versa. Would you hinder him from getting his dick wet under the guise of emotional trauma from infidelity? The military would rule in your favor in a divorce, especially if you weren’t fucking someone else. Would you whine and nag about the length of his mission? Would he bitch and moan about the way you decorate or your cooking when he’s home? There are too many variables. Enough that he almost considers turning Hesh down.

But then he met you, and all those thoughts went out the window.

Keegan isn’t one for love at first sight, but the second you walk into that coffee shop, he’s hooked on you. He takes his time memorizing every detail of your gorgeous face, each curve of your body in that pretty dress, the cadence of your voice, the sound of your cute giggles. Your little habits don’t go unnoticed; the way you cover your mouth when you eat, the way your nose scrunches when you’re talking about something that you think is gross (Keegan notes that you don’t like tomatoes, that precious little scrunch deepening as your mouth turns downward in disgust).

You seem to be equally taken with him, listening with rapt attention as he answers all your questions. When he walks you back to your car, you loop your hand through his arm. He must look startled, because you immediately retract and apologize. No, no, that’s not what he meant! He was just surprised that you felt the same. To comfort you, he casually slips an arm around your waist, settling on your hip to pull you closer.

It all goes quickly. Within a week, he finds himself at the courthouse, signing a marriage license with his free hand tucked into yours. Days later, he’s in the base admin office, adding you as his next of kin and beneficiary and adding you to his insurance policy. Over the weekend, he moves you into his off-base home. All standard to make the marriage look real, he tells you, no one will question it.

No one will question if your marriage is real because it is. No longer is this simply “doing Hesh a favor”. No, you’re his wife now. You’re his. His to hold, to kiss, to absolutely ruin, to love. And Keegan does love you. Everything about you. You’ll warm up to it pretty soon. While you’re still a little skittish about how real this has become overnight, hiding from his affection and trying to remind him this isn't real, he knows you’ll come around. Before long, he’ll be coming home to your bright smile, smothering him in kisses. You’ll be begging him for a baby when he fucks you stupid after not getting to touch you for weeks or months at a time to keep you company while he’s away. He can’t wait to come home to your big, round belly, swollen with his child, bouncing a chubby little baby on your hip while you prepare for another. You’ll be such a good wife and mother; you just have to come around to the idea.

pick your prompt here!💌

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

it IS funny to me that we collectively decided keegan is THE meanest, most fuckable, most viscera-soaked dirt-caked bitch in cod ghosts. and while i do agree, keegs is absolutely not the main character of his own game (it's hesh, with silent player character logan and keegan's boss merrick as secondary protags) and even fucking tvtopes roasts keegan's ass for having zero ascertainable personality:

keegan exists because the devs realized they couldn't show the first-person player character assassinating people from the shadows, but they could still serve us some good fucking food by handing a knife and night vision goggles to the scrunkliest freak on the recon team.