#— keegan. ( connections )

[capt-zjaybird]

[melien]

deliego<3

[outstanding-quotes]

He found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there… and face yourself in the mirror?

Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These

[retrocausalities]

wanted connections...

feat. just some guy, the artistic director, the super loser, the silent snarker. more tba!

𝓏𝒶𝓃𝓃 𝓆. 𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸.

general relativity. [5/?]

zann's power inadvertently affects your muse's power when they are out and about. based on the distance to his power's area of effect, there are distortions and even "deactivation" of powers (aka disintegration of the matter/energy), which baffle your muse. your muse is investigating the cause of this issue, and how they react is utp.

— filled by @fatalled ( loveshot , roulette ), @loftycries ( savant ), @iridescences ( granite ), @mincedoaths ( havoc ), @fiiregaze ( hades ). / unlimited spots open.

active galactic nuclei. [0/?]

unlike zann himself, your muse knows he has a power, and a damn useful one for your muse's own goals. zann's currently in-between jobs, and as long as the gig isn't too dirty and/or dramatic, he could be easily persuaded to lend a helping hand in exchange for cash.

— looking for connections! / unlimited spots open.

cygnus x-1. [1/1]

during his nde, zann had a violent quarrel with a squatter at his old apartment building. unfortunately, during that conflict, zann's power activated in self-defense, and the guy was never seen again. your muse has a relationship with the missing man (platonic, romantic, familial, etc., but must be friendly) and wants to know the answers behind his disappearance.

— filled by @viillaincoded ( hive )! / closed.

accreditation disk. [3/?]

zann stays away from the complexities of organized crime, but he's not exactly squeaky clean himself. in alleyways, street corners, and on dance floors, he deals weed and party pills for whoever's buying. he's very discreet and doesn't discriminate on who buys his wares. perfect if your muse has a reputation to uphold or doesn't want to be psychoanalyzed by their dealer.

— filled by @godenvy ( jester ), @ofpantheons ( glitch ), @forunholy ( zeus ) / unlimited spots open.

𝓇𝑒𝓎𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓈.

the manias. [3/5]

[tw: stalking, obsessive behavior, mention of bodily harm, injury.]

reyhan is unconcerned with petty criminality. they are wealthy, successful, and have everything they need. but what they don't have, they want. and they crave the attention of their top 5 cerberus agents with whom they have an obsessive fixation. these agents have hurt reyhan irreparably and left a mark on their body. in turn, reyhan has left their mark as well, controlling important body parts of these agents as a result of their encounters. because the body and movement are what reyhan is interested in, they do not find interest in agents with powers that aren't activated or involve motor skills. reyhan will stop at nothing to fully control these individuals' bodies as an homage to the control these agents have on their psyche. fluctuating from friend to foe, reyhan will follow the agents to the bitter end, fixated on the movement of their bodies and how their powers will manifest as directed by puppeteer's manipulations.

1. the head. the one who started reyhan's obsession with select members of cerberus corp. the first agent to encounter reyhan during their torture spree and injured reyhan across the face. the agent left an unsightly gash, leading to reyhan's distinct scar across their cheeks and nose. by breaking reyhan free from the self-shackles of beautiful perfection, the agent kickstarted reyhan's newfound artistic principle and mania with the beauty of imperfection. reyhan carries this agent's merchandise (trading card being their favorite), follows them on social media, and will try to show up wherever the agent is, such as in fan meetings. they will even shadow when the agent is on duty. they claim to love the agent, and will express that by controlling this agent's limbs in somewhat romantic overtures. the agent is reyhan's #1 bias, and reyhan swears to make the agent fully theirs, one way or another. ( whirlpool. aka "honey/cariño." )

2. the heart. the one who reyhan burned emotionally, and they took their revenge on reyhan, the civilian... but, unfortunately, their vindictive actions do not align with cerb corp's policy. reyhan holds that incident over the agent for blackmailing, more than happy to bring up the agent's less-than-heroic past to the corporation. the thing is, reyhan says they are fond of the agent and could be convinced to drop it if the agent will give them full bodily control. but this agent knows that reyhan's favorite is the head, if not reyhan themself. so could it be a lie? whether or not this agent still has affection for reyhan is utp. this agent is the only one at this time in cerb corp who knows of puppeteer's real identity, but due to reyhan's social capital and cover as puppeteer, the agent finds it hard to prove that reyhan is the anti-hero.

3. the hand. the one who has the misfortune of being constantly at odds with puppeteer. it does not help that the agent's powers are disadvantageous against the anti-hero, and in conclusion, most of their limbs are controlled by reyhan. reyhan uses it to their advantage, finding ways to keep an eye on the agent and control their limbs to cause chaos at random. the agent, however, has one perk the other obsessions do not. by being "tied-up" and forced to listen to reyhan's wild, meandering monologues, they have slowly pieced together what makes puppeteer tick and could figure out how to manipulate the manipulator.

4. the hips. the one who actually doesn't mind puppeteer. the agent pretends they dislike the anti-hero, and reyhan also acts as if they loathe the agent, when they both know they wouldn't truly hurt the other. also, puppeteer has helped this agent out in their encounters if an interloper intrudes on their private time. both are more than fine in letting the other go after playing their strange little charade. what's that saying again? it takes two to tango? this agent is courted by reyhan at lengths to leave cerberus and join them independently in hunting down the other obsessions. reyhan has promised if they do that, they would release control of all of the agent's limbs... and isn't it more fun to be two against the world? ( ashina. aka "goddess/diosa." )

5. the heel. the one who is reyhan's worst nightmare. this agent's ability is advantageous against reyhan's own, and reyhan loathes it. this agent is the first to have countered puppeteer's power, shocking reyhan to their core. even under reyhan's control, the agent fought against it long enough to leave a bite mark on reyhan's right hand, almost severing the joint of their thumb had reyhan not forced the agent's jaw to open in time. after the humbling (for half a second, reyhan does not do humble) defeat, they have deemed this agent their nemesis. the agent is reyhan's most destructive target; instead of coyly playing with them as per the other obsessions, reyhan is violently dead-set on utterly dominating and owning this agent's body to celebrate their conquest. ( phoenix. aka "kitten/gatito." )

[/end tw.]

— filled by @godenvy ( whirlpool ), @mincedoaths ( phoenix), @trajedyas ( ashina ). / 2 spots open for cerberus agents. ( the injuries/limb control will be discussed via plotting! )

the vigors. [1/6]

while famous for their craft, reyhan has also become a bit of a celebutante, synonymous with the coolest artsy scene of new york city. however, they're not alone. other young, fashionable, and trendy celebrities who are up-and-coming for their lavish parties, glitzy lifestyle, and luxe aura are now dubbed the new club kids after being seen together hanging out in popular nightspots. these muses are not part of reyhan's regular social circle and not part of their entourage, however, these muses all endeavor as a group to host the best parties nyc's nightlife has ever seen. their feelings towards one another are utp, but reyhan will position themselves in leadership roles when the new club kids get together to host events.

— filled by @iridescences ( lucidity ). / 5 spots open for muses with (in)famous professions related to arts, fashion, & celebrity culture.

the tremors. [1/6]

a soloist in a dance company must be surrounded by the corps to stand out, do they not? these muses are reyhan's """friends,""" but the people around them can see them for what they are. reyhan's entourage, those who are savvy in knowing reyhan's a great connection for climbing up that social ladder, especially in reputation-obsessed new york city. however, goals can blur when ""friendships"" become a toxic game of chicken and keeping up appearances becomes more and more of a mind game. how members of this group feel about each other is utp, but all of them defer to the "queen bee," reyhan (for now).competition, cattiness, gaslighting, gatekeeping, manipulating, straight-up lying, nothing is off-limits if it means crawling up to the top. reyhan isn't immune either, even if they have fashioned themselves as the head of their crew. betrayal can only come from your ""friends,"" after all.

— filled by @herbrokenmelodies ( songstress ). / 5 spots open for muses aged 30-35 looking to break into celebrity status.

the humors. [2/4]

reyhan has always seen themselves as the top billing, and somehow, they've managed to make actual friends in the process. yes, hold the presses; this isn't fake news. whether it's someone in the know of the ~celebrity experience~, or a passion for artistic enterprise, reyhan sees themselves reflected in your muse, making reyhan stick around. surprisingly, your muse has, too. however, reyhan is unabashedly selfish. even if there's a real connection, it doesn't always mean the bonds can't become severed...but maybe some bonds can be forged stronger.oh wait no it's reyhan lmao your muse has to have the patience of a saint

— filled by @loftycries ( savant ), @vrusk ( bespoke ) / 4 spots open for muses who are celebrities, (in)famous artists/performers, and/or stinkin' rich, or are real good pretenders.

𝓀𝑒𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓀𝒾-𝓉𝒶𝑒𝓀 𝒿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔.

division by zero. [2/?]

aka the loser's club. after being looked down on by their fellow higher-level agents and the public, these level 3 cerberus agents have come together to create a "support" group (honestly, it's more like a hangout group) to encourage each other. their collective goals are to rise in the company's ranks, look out for one another, and celebrate the lesser-known heroics of everyday life.they also hang out at least once every two weeks for movie nights, karaoke, and general fun. keegan is the "unofficial" organizer, but there is no leader within the group.

— filled by @justfreefalling ( amontons ), @firefightertj ( thor ). / unlimited spots open for level 3 cerberus agents with a low reputation in the company or who have a power considered "useless" to the public.

batello. [1/1]

the single level 1 agent who keegan has sworn to change their mind. although he normally doesn't let others' perception of him affect his mood, this level 1 agent is the outlier. he wants to prove himself to this individual and show that he is their equal. the level 1 agent thinks keegan is a travesty and has their own reasons as to why they do not wish keegan to rank up within the company.

— filled by @donewithflare ( flare )! / closed.

euclidean division. [0/1]

a level 1 or level 2 agent who personally saved keegan's life during one of his first missions back in 2018. keegan may or may not be crushing on them. (he's so crushing on them.) he is unable to speak in their presence and often becomes a klutz around this agent. it is utp if the agent is aware of keegan's crush, and if they're flattered, amused, disgusted, etc.! keegan will not hit on or make a move on the agent, as his shyness overtakes him in their interactions. this crush hinges on keegan putting the agent on a pedestal and may evolve into a different dynamic once both parties get to know each other personally.

— looking for connections! / 1 spot open for level 1-2 cerberus agents aged 36-43, employed in cerberus corp before 2018. no longer looking! thank you!

dimidiation. [1/1]

a primary mission partner of keegan's. their powers mesh well, and they have high success rates when teamed up. off the field, they also get along and spend lots of time together, spurring rumors that they're a couple. funnily enough, both keegan and this agent like each other but are completely oblivious that their feelings are mutual. will they, won't they? all of cerb corp is watching and placing their bets.

— filled by @mincedoaths ( phoenix )! / closed.

fraction. [1/1]

[cw: addiction]

while keegan's power is helpful to agents to mitigate painful side effects, an eo may develop a reliance on splitter's pain suppression/transferal powers to deal with the burden of their ability's drawbacks. as a nurse practitioner, keegan feels obliged to help those who are hurting, but he feels conflicted that he might be enabling an unhealthy dependence for this person.

— filled by @vrusk ( bespoke )! / closed.

[/end cw.]

— looking for connections! / 1 spot open.

dividends. [2/?]

agent splitter is not a name on the lips of the level 1 cerberus agents, or even remembered by many. in fact, if reminded about the level 3 guy on rollerblades with a helmet and big shades, most level 1s would call keegan a clown, a fool. a parody, not a real hero. these muses may have teamed up with splitter in the past, but one thing's for sure: there's no respect before, during, and after. and why would there be for a guy who literally can't hurt anyone by himself?

— filled by @fatalled ( loveshot ) , @donewithflare ( flare ). / unlimited spots open.

𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑜 "𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓃" 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑜𝓃𝒶.

👋 [0/?]

ampi has been a vigilante since arriving in the big apple at 20, making friends who share her vision of using powers for good. however, throughout the years, there may have been falling outs. this muse used to work together with amparo but left her vigilante coalition due to differing opinions on justice. whether or not there is bad blood is utp.

— looking for connections! / unlimited spots open.

🫵 [1/3]

amparo has her sights set on these troublemakers who cause pain and chaos to the community. she'll do what she can to defeat them and bring them to justice. one could call these muses her "arch-nemeses."

— filled by @trajedyas ( daydream ) / 2 spots open for anti-heroes, villains, or any muse who has villainous aspirations.

🤝 [2/5]

amparo's current vigilante team centered on taking down megacorps that capitalize on eo's, such as cerberus, and now, andersen labs. they patrol their neighborhoods separately, but are aligned in their mission to expose the truth behind the "superhero industry." they protect civilians and must keep their identities a secret.

— filled by @mincedoaths ( dead ringer ), @somehazydaze ( haze ). / 3 spots open for vigilantes.

note: always open for general platonic, romantic interests, antagonistic connections unlisted in this post! please contact me via dm on discord. ✌️

last updated: 2023/12/04.

[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.

[veritasangel]

do the guys get jealous?

ft. simon, gaz & price

⋆ ˚｡⋆ any pov (simon, price) fempov (gaz') ୨୧˚ warnings: suggestive in Gaz' {mdni}

wc: 1k

↣ might do a pt.2 for soap, keegan and alejandro if people want

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Jealous? No. yes

Possessive? Yes. 

There’s a difference between those two that he likes to remind you of.

Makes it very clear that you're his any time he thinks a guy's getting far too sweet with you.

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You were doing your weekly shop when you ran into an old friend from secondary school, chatting away as you searched the aisle.

Simon was in another section grabbing some essentials as he makes his way back over, a look of annoyance on his face as he saunters over.

"Hey baby, I got the bits you wanted from back there, no strawberries though, sorry." He says as he places the items in the trolley.

Places one hand atop your one that's resting on the trolley handle, the other wrapping around you as he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a kiss or two on your neck, before you gently squeeze his hand, a silent warning to stop.

He stops the kisses but holds his gaze on the man in front of you, "Oh sorry, didn't see you there buddy." He fakes a smile, "Simon. Their partner." he greets him as he holds his hand out for a polite handshake but you know him far too well.

It's awkward but the guy politely introduces himself, shaking Simon's hand, an obvious discomfort crossing his face as he does so and you just know Simon's got a death grip on the poor man's hand.

You pull Simon back a little, and apologise to the guy who nods, saying his goodbyes as he walks off.

"Simon! What the hell was that about?" You whisper shout as you look up at him, a furious pout on your face that he just can't take seriously. "I thought you said you don't get jealous, huh?"

“I told you, baby, it’s not jealousy. I'm just showing them that they don’t have a chance…you ain’t leaving me.”

'I ain’t letting you' he thinks to himself.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Honestly? No, I don’t think he gets jealous.

Healthy relationship without a doubt.

Knows what the two of you have is real. The connection and love is genuine and the trust is there.

He's just a sweetheart.

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“Baby, I’m heading out with some friends.” you say gleefully, leaning over the back of the sofa to look down at him scrolling on his phone.

He lifts his head, smiling as he sees you, taking your hand and guiding you around the sofa so you’re in front of him, smirking as he sees the outfit you're wearing, “Gimme a twirl then.” he teases, wolf whistling as you do so.

“You going out with the girls?” he asks as he stands up, pulling you in close as he feels you up a little, admiring the look.

“Mhm.” you nod, “Some of the guys are joining us too….” you add, trailing off a little, tempted to see if it gets any reaction

“Well that's nice isn't it? You'll all get to hangout again, been a while since you did.” He says softly, “Jus’ make sure you’re safe, yeah? Text me when you wanna come back and I’ll pick you up.”

“You’re not jealous?” you can't help but ask, eyebrow quirking curiously.

“Jealous of what?” He asks nonchalantly as he sits on the arm of the chair, pulling you with him so you're standing between his legs.

“You know, of the guys being there?” You say as you look down at him, his hands finding yours as he gently rubs small circles on your skin.

“Who are you dating?” he asks, a smug smile crossing his face.

You let out a small laugh, confused, “What? You-”

“Exactly." He leans forward to press a tender kiss to your jaw. "Jealousy's wasted energy, especially when I know you're coming back home to me, sleeping in my bed every night....Lips wrapped around my-"

"Okay! Okay, okay." You laugh, nudging him to shut up as you feel your cheeks heating up.

He grins at your embarrassment, hands moving to your hips. "They should be the jealous ones because you're all mine."

John Price

Price is a very accomplished man. Very admired and respected in his role.

Many men wish they were like him and yet he still gets jealous.

Thinks about the 'what if's?' a little too much.

I think he’s especially jealous if you’re a fair bit younger than him.

Worries he won’t be good for you and that you’d be better suited with someone your own age.

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An enjoyable, relaxing hangout with his team and partner, that's what this was supposed to be. So why is his heart clenching as you talk to Simon by the bar?

He knows you would never, knows his boys would never but the whole evening when you laugh along with them, it triggers a spiral of thoughts. What if he's holding you back? Maybe it'd be better if he let you go, find someone younger?

“You alright?” you ask softly as the two of you walk back home, hand in hand, his jacket draped over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I'm good sweetheart.” He smiles at you, one that doesn't meet his eyes and you know he's lying, but he has too much pride to say.

After a lot of prying on the walk home, he says almost inaudibly, "Maybe I'm too old for you."

It's so quiet you have to do a double take, wondering if he really just said that.

“What? No way, where'd this come from?" you ask, turning to look at him as he grabs his keys from the pocket and opens the door, waiting for you to enter before stepping inside.

“I just- Sometimes I worry that you'll look back and regret this. Us." He says, a little too shakily to sound like the usual renowned John Price.

It makes your heart sink and you pull him into a hug without hesitation, arms wrapped around his neck as you bury your head against him, "No, no, no...That's not true, love. I love this, us. Nobody's better for me, than you. I'd choose you every time, no hesitation, I promise with everything that I am." You say reassuringly to him as a hand finds it's way to his hair, gently playing with it.

You spend the rest of the evening talking through it and reassuring him and it's not long before he's back to his usual assured self, knowing damn well that you two are forever.

༄ cod m.list

༄ reblogs are appreciated if you like it

[gremlingottoosilly]

So you said the body changes from Konig mating her so much. Are their any physical changes like do they take on characteristics of their mate?

Yes! A bit of a lore dumb becausssse I want to make a comprehensive info master list for this AU later. Humans are the best mates for any kind of monster because we are so incredibly adaptive! Like a blank slate, comparing our physical/spiritual forms with those of monsters, we are basically just empty canvases for them to abuse and take as their own. The more contact you have with one monster, the more you will change. Contact shouldn't necessarily be sexual, but it does require taking in a lot of their fluids - blood, saliva, slime, and stuff like that. When a monster takes more of your bodily fluids, it won't change physically, but it will end up mated to this particular human - even if the human already has a mate. 141 has one girl for four of them, after all. The problem with humans is that we're...squishy. And weak. And we need to adapt our bodies for monsters, with some of them not being particularly soft even with their mates - luckily, the mating process also makes receiving humans way more resilient to sex and any traumas. We're getting softer and more elastic, so to say, the porn logic working for its salary here - the longer you spend time with one monster, the more your body adapts. You would regenerate, replenish blood much faster, maybe even get a mental connection with your monster, at least on an emphatic level. Konig's pet more adaptive for handling the eggs, for example, with her tummy stretching more without breaking, and Keegan's feral wifey replenishes blood much, much faster, to handle her mate being a vampire.

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon : Beauty Mark

✧˚ Keegan, Phillip Graves, Price, Ghost

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The haze from the golden sun seeped through the window curtains. The particles of dust like gold flakes swirl in the air. Bodies entwined in the bedsheets. Your lips break into a soft smile as his fingers graze your skin, circling moles speckled over your body.

Keegan

Loves to trace the trail of beauty marks on your arms connecting them with his finger

Starts from your shoulders and grazes sensually down to your wrists

Kisses both of your wrists over the dots

His soft breath tickles your skin, causing the hair on the back of your neck to rise when his warm breath feels like a burning fire that turns you on

“It’s like cinnamon was sprinkled over you”

Phillip Graves

His breath caresses the shell of your ear as he touches the mole on your earlobe

Murmurs into your neck as he breaths in your scent

Kisses that start from your jaw, down your neck, to the beauty mark on your breast; over your beating heart

“You’re like my own nebula”

Price

Caresses your face with the rough skin on the back of his hand

Counts out loud how many moles are speckled over your face

He adores the mole in between your eyebrows, on your forehead

Forehead kisses, kissing over your mole

Holds your face in his hands gently as he tenderly kisses slightly above your upper lip to feel the mole there

Calls your beauty marks “angel kisses”

Ghost

He starts kissing the beauty marks on your abdomen and loses himself as he reaches an intimate one on your inner thigh

Runs his hands down your back to map the constellation of speckled moles

He does it every chance he gets

“It’s like stardust luv”

[aanxiousangel]

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notes: i just wanted to write my favorite ghosty boy again <3 send requests with whatever you'd like in my inbox <3

triggers: implied pining for years(?)

tags: implied smut, fluff?, friends to lovers, fwb to lovers?, pretty boy keegan <3

word count: 777

“So gorgeous, princess. My gorgeous girl, huh?”

His breath escaped him as his eyes trailed over your exposed body. Completely enamored as he took you in. In his mind, you were like a glass of water at three in the morning. You were the first cool breeze of Autumn. The cool sensation of the ocean under the Summer sun.

“How did I get this lucky, hm?”

Keegan’s voice caressed your senses. Chills slid across your entire body as you laid your head on the fluffy pillows. Your lips twitched with a soft smile, eyes heavy with comforting lust. It was too bad this was just a friends-with-benefits thing. It could’ve been so much more. Something beautiful.

Though, tonight was different. So much different. He was taking his time with you, not one inch of you left untouched. His fingers threaded through your hair carefully, admiring the way you leaned into his touch. Moving to carefully trace the outline of your face, he watched the way your eyes fluttered at the motion.

Not to mention how deliciously soft his lips were on yours. It wasn’t an aggressive, hungry kiss. It was slow and desperate as if he needed your kiss as replacement for his oxygen. Calculated, his tongue slipped past your lips as you gasped for a quick breath. Why’d you have to taste so heavenly?

The moment his tongue grazed yours elicited a soft moan from your throat. Keegan’s lips curled into a grin against yours. A low chuckle escaped him as he continued to kiss you and caress your cheeks. Gods, did he love pinching your cheeks, teasing you for how you looked when you were pouting. It makes you look like a bunny, princess, he would say.

“My beautiful girl…” Keegan breathlessly pulled away, saliva connecting your lips together.

You nodded carefully, panting softly as you kept your eyes on him. He’s never used possessive terms with you before. What was different? Why now after years of shoving your feelings under the rug?

“Keegan,” you breathed out.

“Mhm, princess?” Keegan’s breath tickled your jaw as he littered kisses along the soft skin.

“You’re different.”

His kisses halted as your words registered in his mind. Different? His mind started to race as he lifted his head. You thought he was different? What did he do? Different bad?

“How?” His voice cracked slightly as he whispered.

“You’re normally rough, fiery… Let alone calling me your girl.” Carefully, you cup his face and bring him closer, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Keegan.”

“You don’t want to be my girl, Y/N?” His voice sent chills running all over your skin again.

“I’ve wanted that for years,” your voice was as delicate as a dandelion, throat choking up with an unreleased sob that would rack your entire being.

Keegan pressed a soft kiss to your lips, brows furrowed as he focused on pouring every emotion into it. His breath ghosted across your lips as he poured his heart out under the golden glow of the sun.

“I’ve craved every ounce of you since the moment I met you. The moment you set foot into the military base. Fuck, seeing you outside of work,” Keegan’s words were trickling between his gentle kisses. “I could never get enough of you.”

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he continued.

“My beautiful girl,” Keegan praised sweetly. “My favorite vice. I was willing to risk it all for you. Took any chance I could to work alongside you. Your intelligence turned me on. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you, princess. Couldn’t stop listening to you talk. Wasn’t fair to me, princess.”

His teeth gently tugged your earlobe.

“I had to make sure you noticed me. That you were impressed. I couldn’t wait until you noticed me, princess. Until I was completely sure you were mine.”

Here come the waterworks. You sniffled as you listened to his confession.

“Years, Keegan,” you whined, “you made me wait years! It’s not fair.”

You didn’t even blink before you were in his lap perfectly. One arm wrapped securely around your waist as the other wrapped around your back. Keegan watched your surprised expression as he looked at you.

“You were worth any wait. I’ll make up every last second,” Keegan kissed away your tears gently. “I couldn’t risk messing this up, Y/N. I promise it wasn’t meant to hurt you.”

“You’re stuck with me now, Keegan Russ,” you let out a choked laugh, wiping away your tears with your palms.

“I’ll superglue you to my side.” He teased, running a hand through your hair. “Now, let me please my girl, yeah?”

[i-put-the-hot-in-psychotic]

Target Acquired Part 2 (NSFW)

Pairings: Keegan. P. Russ x Soldier! Reader

Enemies to Lovers Trope MDNI, NSFW

Summary: In a mission trying to find some important intel with Task Force 141, you are pulled into a dimly lit room, the heavy door slamming shut behind you. Sharp words exchanged, trying to assert dominance over the other, yet an unspoken connection that neither wants to admit, turns into something more intimate.

Disclaimer: MDNI!, NSFW, 18+ This story will contain curse words, war themes, and NSFW sexual themes. I know Keegan and the new game do not have anything to do with each other but for the plot and sexiness sake, no hate and enjoy reading! This is purely fictional!

Word Count: 3,888

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, sexual themes, curse words, sexual acts, blowjobs, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, female orgasm, male orgasm, slight m dom.

Part 1

Keeping your rifle close, you slowly make your way through the dark corridors of this middle of nowhere base. Laswell had said they had some intel on Makarov and needed to infiltrate this base, slowly, quietly, and surly enough Task Force 141 was the perfect fit to go.

Pacing slowly through the corridor, illuminated by only blue light, you had to keep an eye out on both sides, from your left, the windows to the inner base, to your right doors leading to IT rooms, security cameras, and most likely would contain enemies.

A sigh leaves your lips, you can’t let Laswell down, the Task Force.

It had been months since you had heard or seen Keegan. In all honestly what happened in that abandoned warehouse still finds a way to creep in your mind, especially in moments you don’t want to. Looking to your left to check if the coast is clear, a hand grabs your mouth applying pressure and pulling you in a nearby room.

You freeze when you feel a big hand over your mouth, not daring to make a sound. You keep absolutely still, not moving a muscle as your heart starts to race. Even though having years of training the initial shock and the increase of heart rate still settles deep down in your stomach. This is going to be fun you think besides yourself. How could you have not heard them creep behind you. You start evaluating what they might ask or worse getting ready for the Russian torture you were about to endure.

No.

Keeping calm and letting your anger stay contained, you elbow your aggressor with the butt of your rifle, turning on him and aiming. Upon looking at your aggressor, seeing him groaning in pain face in his hand he winces “Fuck Y/N”.

You straighten yourself upon hearing your voice you look at his ice-coloured eyes.

"Keegan?"

 No.

What is he doing here? How did he find you? For a moment, he stares at you in shock. He was.... surprised to say the least.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is Task 141’s deal not yours?"

His face remains unmoving but there is a hint of amusement in his eyes. He leans against the wall opposite you, placing his arms behind him. "I came because I wanted to see you." He said in a quiet voice.

"Right" you reply rolling your eyes. "You have seen me now, now let me go back to work before you get us both killed"

He raises an eyebrow. "Price asked me to come." he answers your question. "Why are you so cold?..." he whispers.

If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. Something else is at play here. Having enough of his bullshit you make you way out of this tech room you’re in.

"Can I ask you one more question before you go?"

You turn towards him, "What is it with you and your questions?"

"I just want to know one thing..."

There's a strange intensity in his eyes as he stares at you, almost like you are the most fascinating person he's ever seen.

"Do you still think we are enemies?"

With that you remain complete quiet, completely frozen. At this point in time, were we?

Your body wants to respond so desperately. Reason creeps through your skin. He hadn’t killed you, hadn’t hurt you last time nor now, as you would have thought. If he wanted to take advantage of you last time he easily would have. Biologically, he's completely stronger than you.

But enemies.

Your mind flashed to the dreams you had about him, how hot he made you feel. How his shoulders felt underneath your nails. How his mask scratched your cheeks. A shaky breath releases past your lips, still yet to respond.

He watches, seemingly transfixed by your response. He watches you as your mind lingers on those thoughts you tried to suppress.

He could tell what you were thinking...

Finally, he speaks again. There's a strange tenderness in his voice, as if he's afraid to ask what he's about to ask but he needs to know the answer.

"Have you been thinking about me?"

"No" acting childish. "Have you?" You ask wanting to know if he genuinely had.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. He's not used to people not being honest with him. Especially not people like you.

"Yes. A lot." He replies. "And I've been thinking how much I want to see you again."

Beat...

His gaze is steady and intense, like he knows you can see the honesty in his eyes. You weren't expecting that answer. He had been thinking about you. Wait. What if this was all part of a plan. To get into your head. All the compliments. What if-. He shakes his head slightly like he somehow knows what’s going through your mind.

"I'm not lying."

The intensity in his eyes only grows, but he's trying to conceal it. He's not trying to be intimidating. He wants you to see his vulnerability.

"Is this some sort of sick joke" you reply now getting hurt, angry. Was he playing you?

He takes a small step toward you, his eyes filling with genuine emotion.

"It's not a joke, it's not a trick or game. I'm as serious as I've ever been."

His lips curl into a slight smile. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice is laced with honesty and genuine feeling. He seems like he can't believe he is saying these words, but he can't stop.

"Why here? Now? During an OP?” you state voice rising letting frustration eat away at your skin. He got closer to you, intruding on your personal space. “Make me believe you" you say close to him, face serious. You felt like he was lying. "Next time you see me it better not be some kind of sick job or a bullet because I won’t hesitate to pull my trigger"

For a moment, he's taken aback by the boldness of your request. But he's not shocked. He steps forward again, this time closing the distance completely between you two. He stares you down, a small grin spreading across his lips.

"I promise you... when I next see you, you won't be holding a gun. Or anything else for that matter." He speaks as if you are a part of his very soul, as if you already know exactly what he means.

You look at his eyes. Captivating. You had only seen his face through the briefing never in real life. Curiosity killing you wanting to know what he looks like. Want to lift his mask up feel his skin. Sensing your eyes trying to take every detail, he can tell right away that you're curious about what he looks like beneath his mask.

He's not used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like you. Normally, you're so bold and confident, yet here you are, studying every aspect of him as if you're drawn to him.

He's not used to this kind of vulnerability coming from someone like you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Mm" you respond with a whisper.

"What if you saw me again but without the mask?" He asks.

His eyes are fixed on yours and you sense the intensity of his gaze even from behind the mask. Its as if he's studying you, trying to see inside of you, hoping you'll let him.

Hesitating to lift your hand towards his face. You were so close. You touch your fingers against his cheek feeling the warmth radiating from the mask. Holding his full cheek in your palm you slowly glide your finger where his lips rest underneath the mask. Eyes getting heavy, breathing non-existent. His eyes bore into yours watching you study him.

His breath catches as your touch meets his skin. He doesn't pull away or try to stop you, on the contrary, it feels like he's allowing you to study every aspect of him.

There is a calmness in his eyes that you've never seen before. He is vulnerable at this moment, exposing his entire being to you.

A small smile spreads across his lips as your finger traces his mouth.

He doesn't blink as he looks into your eyes. He is waiting for you to make the next move.

Your hand fingers his mask underneath his shirt pulling it up slowly. He doesn’t move to stop you, but instead he takes in small inhale of air as you pull the mask up. Finally, edge of the mask in your hand. You stop and think.

Beat...

You pull the mask up until it reaches his nose finally seeing his lips. Plump lips with a sharp jaw. Clean shaven and a few scars adorn his face. In a trance you touch his skin and both of you let out a breath you both have been holding but he doesn't move, even though you can see his entire body tremble. He is breathing hard, and he is enjoying this. He closes his eyes, and he lets out another deep inhale as you touch his skin. You trace your finger down his Adams apple and finally graze your thumb on his bottom lip.

As he had his eyes closed, your hand wrapped around his throat applying just the right pressure, making him release a staggered deep groan. Fuck, your eyes flutter slightly. That sounded...hot.

"Oh god... "

Your touch is electrifying, causing him to tremble all over his body. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can barely catch his breath. The slight pressure around his throat feels good somehow. He opens his eyes and looks back at you. The moment his eyes meet yours, the entire tension is doubled.

His hand wrap around your waist wanting to pull you closer, dick straining against his pants. He wants to ravage you, but he loves the small teasing you’re providing him. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. Your body is pressed up against his, and he can feel your heart racing.

He can't help but stare into your eyes, enjoying the moment, enjoying the way you make him feel. His hands move up your sides gradually, moving ever closer to the waist of your uniformed pants.

As his fingers fondle the waist or your cargos, your thumb traces his bottom lip as he opens his mouth and grabs your thumb in between his teeth, slowly closing his lips around it and sucking on it. His lips are soft and warm, and you can't help but let out a small groan of pleasure. His hands are exploring your body, getting ever closer to the bottom of your jeans.

"Fuck Keegan" you whisper.

He pauses for a moment, his breath catching in his throat.

He looks into your eyes, his own now filled with such desire and need.

"Say my name again..." he whispers.

You moan his name "Keegan" small heavy breaths leaving your lips. His own meeting your neck. His body tenses slightly at the sound of your voice.

He is overwhelmed with desire, and you can feel it in every part of his frame. Every move he makes now is calculated, as if he's going slowly on purpose to not lose the feeling.

"Again..." his voice is barely audible, and you can feel his body trembling.

"Keegan" you straight up moan now. Getting lost in his voice, in your desires.

His desires.

"Again..." he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. Your body quivers and he press’ up against you even closer, feeling every inch of your body against his.

Warmth was spreading all throughout your body, as he pushed you even closer towards him, chest plates hitting, making you feel his thickness rub against your thigh. Fuck he was hard. You rubbed your thigh against him as he leaned against a cabinet that was just behind you, on the left side of the room. The heat between your bodies is so intense, it's almost unbearable. The feeling of it is driving you both wild.

His hands travel even higher, inching up your thighs. His touch is incredibly soft and tender at first then becoming more forceful. He's enjoying the teasing, letting the intensity build up slowly and not even trying to hide the fact that he is getting turned on.

Getting the courage your hand travels towards his bulge and you wrap your hand around it. He hisses at the feeling of your small hand. Grabbing your wrist, you stop shocked at what might have been an overstep. Holding your wrist he unbuttons his black cargo pants, unzipping them, eyes intensely on your face, eyes heavy lidded wanting to see how you might react. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

He freed himself from his restraint, adjusting himself now to being free. Your mouth instantly watered at the sight of how big he was. He stroked himself before placing your hand, that was still bound by his wrist, around him wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He released a staggered breath as you begun to stroke him. His eyes closed head dropping towards his chest.

Upon stroking your thumb felt his wetness on his tip, which you took as a sign to spread it around his head, lip between your teeth. Moaning under your ministrations you couldn’t help but look at him.

Still with his helmet on, eyes closed, panting, dick in your hand stroking him and shamelessly mask atop his face not concealing his identity well, at least the lower part of his face, as the deep soft groans leave his lips.

"That’s it baby" he whispers. "Just like that" he encourages, making you want to please him more. You couldn’t take it anymore. Eyes now full of lust, mouth thick to the brim with salvia you made you way down on your knees and kissed his head. He opened his eyes at the soft feeling of your lips against his cock.

He couldn’t believe it; his mind was playing tricks on him. He saw you kissing his cock making your way down to his base than licking your way up to this shaft. “Fuck” he whispered. If you kept teasing him like that he was about to -

"Ah" he groans eyes tightly closing upon feeling your wet, warm mouth sucking him off. "Jesus Y/N". Eyes closed you take him in deeper in your mouth wanting to feel him at the back of your throat, but he was so thick it was seeming to be difficult.

Your mouth parts, pussy clenching into nothing, clit screaming for just the right of amount of pressure. Slick now dripping down your thighs.

You continue wetting his cock with your tongue, going up and down, his hand now wrapped in your hair bun, although with how tight he’s holding it, it won’t remain a bun much longer. He angles his hips to go in deeper, but you hold him in your fist as you start to feel consumed by him, air refusing to enter your lungs.

"Take it baby. That's it. Good girl." he pushes his hips toward your face. You felt him hit your gag reflex holding your head with his hands until finally pulling away, a line of spit still hanging from your lips to his cock, eyes watery.

He pulls you up standing on your feet and quickly goes to unbutton your pants. Pushing them of your legs you hesitate, as you were both still on a mission. He reassures you that no one is going to enter, and if so, those who do see would leave as they would see what you were doing. They would think that a guard on duty just got lucky.

Turning sides, now you’re the one leaning against the metal cabinet. His lips meet the underside of your ear. "Y/N" he moans as he slightly nips your skin. "Can I touch you?" He asks hand resting on your hip, tracing your navel wanting to go down, and feel how wet you have gotten and gather it on his fingers. "Please" you whisper. "Please Keegan. I need you"

Your pleading drove him crazy, pushing himself towards you. Bare cock rubbing against your stomach. As he couldn’t tease himself enough, he asked "Where do you need me?" lips just inches away from your lips. You hesitate. Is he really going to make you tell him.

"Y/N" he whispers using his other hand to lift your face, meeting your heavy-lidded watery eyes. He looks serious. "I asked you a question. Where do you need me?".

He rubs your folds not wanting to waste anymore time away from you. He slowly pushes his finger inside you, wet and ready for him your pussy takes his finger with ease. You both moan at the intrusion. Keeping his finger there, he breathes hard against you, feeling your warmth wrapping around him.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, feeling like you’re going crazy. Never in your years have you ever felt like this. Felt warm like this or gotten wet like this. It was driving you insane.

"I need you in me. I need to feel you stretch me. I need to feel how thick you are inside of me" you confess. Upon your confession he pushes himself harder against you, your ass hitting deeper against the cabinet his fingers finally pushing on the bundle of nerves between your legs earning a moan from your lips. He feels how wet you are and nearly looses himself, his cock twitching.

Finally, his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, both mouths slightly agape, his eyebrows furrowed at your heat as he starts to move his fingers back out, then pushing them back in. He increases his pace, fingers now dripping wet and inserts another.

His fingers are thick, long, and strong not compared to your small ones, filling you up in all the right places. You grab his arm feeling the bulging muscle of his biceps. "Keegan" you moan. "You like that Y/N?" he asks as his pace continues to increase. "You like my fingers stretching you out, fingering you huh?"

"Yes" you exclaim "Good girl" he kisses you. "Getting ready to take me inside you."

You nod at that wanting to take his cock. He lifts you up on the cabinet and aligns himself to your entrance. Fuck he was thick, the sight alone with his head stroking your pussy nearly made you cum right than and there. "Ready princess?" he asks, and he moves you closer to him if that was even possible. "Yes" you say as you wrap your hands around his neck.

The initial push was electrifying. He was thick and it made you feel like you were on fire. Hot moans coming from you meet his ear, not until he grabs your face in his hand and kisses you again. He continues to push into you as his lips are against yours breathing deeply. The stretch was nothing compared to his fingers. You couldn’t help but call out to him.

"Shh, its ok" he replies. "You’re doing so good for me. You’re taking it so well." He says as he finally pushes all the way into you. You felt like you couldn’t move. He begun to pull out and push back in. Looking at you he saw his world. He wanted to savor the moment deep in his memory. How your eyebrows creased, how your lips were parted how he wanted to make you feel like this. Him. Only him.

His thrusts continued, wet sounds all over the room driving the both of you wild. "Keegan" you call to him. "Yes" he replies worried that he might have hurt you. "I’m close" you reveal to him. It was music to his ears. His thrusts continued with depth and rhythm edging you. "Cum for me. Cum for me princess. Let me feel you. That’s it" he continued to whisper for you.

A static sound was heard from the left side of your chest plate startling the both of you. It hit a second time.

"Y/N" now you hear your own name not your call sign.

" Bravo 8, you ok. Over?" You want to stop body going rigid. Fuck, it was Simon. Keegan continues to push into you. "Keegan wait".

"Bravo 8, Are you with us? Over" you hear again less patient from the radio com. Fuck it’s been a while since you replied or radioed your team. Keegan looks at you with a smirk, "Don’t worry it hasn’t even been 15 minuets. They worry for you too much".

At that Keegan thrust deep into you making your head roll back, making you forget your worries. "You’re going to make me cum, princess" he whispers in your ear. His thrusts increase in motion build up wanting finally to release.

Its Price. "Are you ok? Over."

You’re a whimpering mess around Keegan as he continues to thrust into you. He pulls slightly back, finger against his lips showing you to stay quiet. Confused your brows furrow, until you see the devilish look cast over his eyes as he grabs the button of your radio com, and he pushes into you, deep, feeling his cock hit your cervix keeping you in place. He smirks as he waits for you to reply to your captain.

You bite your lip trying to regain some composure for your voice not to give away of your activities.

This was your captain, your team. "All good Captain. Over" you say as Keegan smirks and releases the button sending your message.

Fuck that was hot. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you clench around Keegan. You moaned as he whispers in your ear "You want me to fill you up?"

Your radio com responds "Fuck, where are you?" The captain states leaving the honorifics behind.

"Fuck" this can’t be happening, not now. Not when you’re so close to cumming. Keegan's statement makes you go feral, imaging his thick cum painting your walls, dripping out of you. Keegan presses the com button,

"You’re way over than ok." He pushes deeper. "You will meet them at the south wing nearing the backdoor of the grounds”.  You repeat breathless what he says to you.

"West Wing" you reply breathlessly.

"You’re going to cum for me huh, going to get filled up with my cum in the west wing" he taunts in your ear.

"I’m coming for you. Over" Keegan laughs at your captain’s message.

"Captains’ join’ in on the fun huh." he smirks, before feeling you clench against him. "Fuck Y/N." His thrust continues, panting heavily as he grabs your hips and presses your com. "Tell him you’re doing just fine." He whispers in your ear as he fucks deeper into you, jealousy laced through his teeth.

"Cause at the moment, you are about to come around my cock" Keegan taunts as he gives one last big push, cock pulsating in you. You feel his hot warm cum hit deep inside you and he releases his load into you. You can’t help but moan with pleasure as you clench around him, your own orgasm hitting you, releasing. His hips still deep in you his heavy breathing meets yours.

"Meet you there" is heard over the comms.

"You sure you’re ok?" captains voice asks again

"Never better" you reply breathlessly.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hal, i can't say how happy i am to see you hit such a big number, i've been following you since the beggining and it's so amazing to see this community grow, i love how everyone that interacts is so kind and overall amazing, you deserve that and much more, and i hope things in your personal life keep getting better!! ❤

For the event, i would like to request, if possible, a small drabble of Keegan with a daughter, it can be anything, really! I'm a single mom expecting a baby, and i just need to see a strong military man caring for a child, all your other parent fics just hit the hard in the feelings, so i wanted to see my favorite in this prompt too!

—Hold Her Close

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

He holds her carefully as she sits on the back of his neck, hands firm on her legs as they dangle around his shoulders with their tiny little shoes. The child was giggling, no more than seven, as her hands tangled in the black locks of Keegan’s hair and pulled without any real strength; her eyes stared at all the sights to be seen. 

It was early at Fort Santa Monica, so early the mist was still in the air and the chill caused the protective father to suit his daughter into a jacket that puffed around her frame. She’d been crying last night, and rather than ask her to try and fall asleep again, he’d gone on his morning run with some company. It didn’t bother him, of course. 

She was yours and his daughter—she could never bother him for as long as he lived. 

“Having fun up there?” He grunts out, blue eyes shifting up as the child giggles out a small ‘yep,’ and returns to gazing around with glittering eyes. She was so tiny, he thought to himself. So easy to pick up and infect those little eyes with wonder. Everything down to the way the dew looked in the grass was a foreign world to her—mixed with magic and innocence he never wanted to see gone. 

“Which way, Sunshine?” Keegan asks, blinking forward at the split in the sidewalk; left or right?

“That way,” her pudgy hand points, and booted feet obey without question. Left it was. 

The soldier hums and puffs out a breath of condensation into the air, t-shirt and running shorts swaying around him. 

“If you get cold,” he utters, “you tell me, okay?” 

“Okay!” Keegan pushes down a smile, blue eyes so soft you could mistake it for dyed room-temperature butter. While he wouldn’t get the workout he had intended in the brightening sun of the morning, with the sound of waves lapping in the air and the scent of his sweat dripping off his nostrils, he’d still enjoy this. 

“Can we get hot cocoa?” A hand slaps his forehead and he chuffs a laugh, flinching slightly at the tiny connection of skin. 

“Careful, Kid,” the soldier mutters but nods as his daughter's giggles make his chest swell. Damn him, he was done for the moment he’d seen her in the NICU. “Yeah, fine, we can get some hot cocoa. You know something though?”

His daughter's face is above his as he leans his neck back, looking up into her bright face. She blinks, smiling wide.

“What?”

“You’re gonna have to give me a kiss first, Sweetheart.” 

“Ew!” She laughs, and Keegan holds her body still as it moves all around in her childish delight, legs kicking out as the man laughs under his breath. 

“C’mon,” he huffs, “nothing for your Old Man? I’m hurt. You give Riley kisses on the nose all the time.”

She’s still laughing, holding onto his head. Keegan decides there’s never been a more perfect sound. Without another word, a little smooch is pressed into his hairline, an overdramatic ‘mwah’ sounding off with a raise of hands upwards. 

He beams, eyes crinkling and lips pulled back with a wide smile as he shakes his head in amusement. Moving his face forward, the normally stoic soldier sighs and continues on, his daughter on his shoulders and his heart full. 

[bouncybongfairy]

Simon Says

Ghost!Keegan!Soap x Fem Reader Smut

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

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We should play another game,” he said. 

“What about Simon Says?” Ghost says. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you get her?” Keegan asked. 

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

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

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

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

[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

[prettybean]

Older boyfriend!Keegan is rotting my brain

I keep imagining him w his lil passenger princess and she gets full control over the music ofc ofc, so she's connected to the Bluetooth and then Cola by Lana Del Rey starts playing and he's like "Oh really🤨"

I absolutely love it, I imagine Keegan as a kind and thoughtful boyfriend, especially if he's older than you! 🦮 <- me rn

Older bf Keegan

He treats you like a princess, often using the excuse of your youth. You are his sweet spot, and you naturally take advantage of it. Keegan loves to pamper you and take care of your needs: he will tie your shoelaces when they come undone, he will gracefully kneel on the sidewalk to help you with a cute bow. If you feel a sneeze coming on, he immediately hands you a tissue. When you're too weary to walk, he won't hesitate to scoop you up in his arms and let you rest.

You don't have to lift a finger! Simply sit back and be pretty for him.

Keegan goes above and beyond to make sure you're well taken care of. If you're riding in the car together, he always opens the door for you, playfully joking that you still haven't gotten your license yet and how he always has to drive.

He genuinely loves it, particularly the expressions you make as you hop into the car and fasten your seatbelt.

"Are you ready?" he playfully asks, his laughter filling the air. As you both settle into the car, Keegan expertly navigates the radio buttons in search of the perfect song, attempting to find one that suits your taste.

“All these songs are old as fuck!”. You jokingly complain and he defends himself “I listen to them to go to work”. But his concern becomes evident when he notices you pull out your cell phone. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to make you happy, he doesn’t say a word and you quickly connect the Bluetooth, announcing that you'll play a fantastic song for him “Trust me!” you say noticing his scared expression.

Turning on the engine, Keegan tries to divert the situation and places a comforting hand on your thigh, just as he often does. "You're going to love this," you whispers as you select Lana del Rey's 'Cola', unable to contain the excitement and he can't help but chuckle when he hears the first verse of the song along with you,

"Your pussy tastes like WHAT?"

[tending-the-hearth]

my personal favorite parts of "transformers one"

warning for MAJOR spoilers below!!! a theater near me was doing an early access screening, the movie is officially coming out september 20 in the us!

first off getting the obvious out of the way with Megatron and Optimus' friendship, obviously we know what happens but when a movie with a clear eventual villain that's been iconic for years makes me hope it retcons everything that has ever happened so two characters can remain friends???? their friendship was EVERYTHING to me

also very happy to see that Optimus is still such a nerd i love him

i did love the little subtle hints with Optimus and Megatron's differences from the start

Elita and Optimus' moments together were my FAVORITES

JAZZ!!!!! BELOVED BELOVED DARLING!!!!!! LOML!!!!!

AND RATCHET MENTION!!!!!!! DR. HATCHET MY BELOVED

I like that they didn't try to hide the fact that Sentinel was not a good guy. Like he was just so skeevy from the start, but they built it up in a way that still felt intense when his betrayal was revealed

Bee <3 he's so silly <3 favorite guy <3

Also the AA-Tron joke was 100% a reference to the A-A-Ron skit which had me cackling

The immediately big brother-little brother connection between Optimus and Bee?????? cries

ughhhhhh Megatron's shift from wanting to help Cybertron with Optimus to just wanting revenge

and Megatron's view being "one person controls everyone" and Optimus' being "all are one" IT'S SO GOOD

AND THE OPTIC COLOR SHIFT!!!!! OPTIMUS' ALWAYS BEING BLUE BUT MEGATRON'S STARTING AS YELLOW THEN SHIFTING TO ORANGE AFTER FIGHTING STARSCREAM THEN TURNING COMPLETELY RED WHEN HE LETS OPTIMUS GO I'M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND

Bee's excitement about the knife hands and Optimus being excited for him!!! They are siblings!!!

also a crime that i haven't mentioned Bee saying "Badassatron" multiple times every time it happened i just lost it

but also love love love transformers and their "someone will die" trope i was expecting the Optimus death 100% but it still was SO good

I also loved how Optimus' voice became more and more sterotypically "Optimus" as he went through his journey, like he started off very goofy and silly, then after getting his cog from Alpha Trion we start to hear more of how we're used to hearing Optimus, then after he's brought back by the Primes it's pretty much a very strong younger version of Peter Cullen's Optimus

the VAs were actually really impressive for the most part. I thought Chris Hemsworth did a fantastic job as Optimus, putting in just enough of a similar inflection as Peter Cullen's voice that it still felt like Optimus, just younger

Brian Tyree Henry DESTROYED me as Megatron, his vocal change through the movie???? emotionally devestating

Keegan Michael Key is one of my favorite Bumblebee voices tbh <3 especially considering we've only gotten a few iterations where Bee actually talks, so it worked for him since he could make it his own

absolutely 10/10 movie, i will be going back to see it next weekend when it's officially out because i'm obsessed

[inncubus-honey]

s/o with a snort laugh- cod

as someone with a snort laugh, there are times where I'm insecure about it, but the other half is I don't care and im just living with it. so here's to all people with snort laughs!

price:

its like a gift from heaven itself; its johns favorite quirk of yours. he loves hearing it from the common room as you snort with breathy laughs because of simons dry dad jokes. or from soap shouting, gibberish at gaz hiding his chipped, pink mug that he uses daily for coffee. 

after a long mission in the heil, johns chest builds up with warmth at the sound of you giving small snorts as gaz snored on simons shoulder with soap snoring on his other shoulder. you could tell by simons eyes that he was scowling underneath his mask.

———

price found comfort in the dorkiness of your laugh while at times, you had said you hated your laugh. but it reminded him of everything human outside of war, death and everything y’all see on the battlefield. its so you to him and he wouldnt have it any other way.

gaz:

hes the kind of guy to make you laugh harder in order for your snorts to continue. he’ll look up the all classic, cheesy pickup lines in order to start a laughing fit for you. he takes a minute to watch you with the biggest warm, chocolate brown eyes as you covered your mouth to cover up the smalls sounds that left your lips. just searing your laugh and little snorts to memory as you grab your stomach to catch your breath.

———

gaz has a recording of you laughing at a stupid dad joke of his during a dinner date at your apartment. he plugs in earbuds and plays the video whenever hes really missing you or he has a moment alone. gaz has fallen asleep to that recording more times he could possibly count during deployments; its his comfort in the chaos of military work.

ghost:

his eyes are already always trained on you ever since yall got together. at the barracks, on the heli before the drop off point, at all points on the mission, at a bar after a mission; simons eyes are watching you at every moment. whenever he cracks a stupid dad joke after a mission at the bar, your snorts carries its way to his ears and he feels all tension leave his body. copper eyes softened as he watched your body shake as gaz groaned in the background while soap smirked after telling a dad joke. he felt complete whenever he heard your laugh, like everything connected in place in his mind. 

———

simon held your warmer body close to his as yall laid under the covers in your shared apartment. watching your slowly stirring figure, a small smile tugged at his lips when your eyes finally opened and met his. upon seeing simon watching you, a small snort left you as embarrassment flushed your face. simon joined you underneath which caused more snorts to leave your lips as he nuzzled into your face.

soap:

your snorts make him snort whenever you laugh ever. yall hold on each other as you both keep letting out little snorts which yall both laugh harder and the cycle continues. all he has to do is say one word for y'all to keep laughing and snorts escaping in your wheezy laughter. as soap took a deep breath and baby blue eyes traveled over to you, his breath caught in his throat as he saw how angelic you looked as cute sounds escaped your lips.

———

he brought your lips upon his as the only thing he could think about was feeling you against him. you’re too beautiful not to kiss in the moment, soap thinks to himself as you relaxed into the kiss. you had been surprised when he pulled you into it earlier. but you wrap your arms around his neck with his hand tangled into your hair as harsh breaths left his nose. soap could only hope and pray to whatever god was listening that he can keep you in his arms forever, that you find comfort in them forever and whenever you need it.

keegan:

he swears he hates the sound of your snorts whenever he walks by the common room to see you laughing with logan and ajax on the couch. but the minute he's in his room, alone, its the only thing playing on repeat in his mind. sometimes he wishes he could wake up to that sound; that he could turn over in bed and see you laying with him as you giggle at something on your phone. 

———

quietly keegan approached you as he was getting ready to take his turn for the night watch. logan and ajax were sleeping for their turn. walking up to where you sat on the watchtower, your rifle sat on your lap as you watched carefully, he sat down next to you and watched as you. just in your element of being on the mission…you being you which caused keegan to have those same flustered feelings from before to shoot throughout his chest. keegan thought of a joke that ajax told him earlier and decided to try it out on you.

upon telling you the joke, small snorts left your lips as you tried to cover your mouth so as not to give yourselves away. keegan gives small laughs at the sound of your laughing, soon dying in his chest when the clouds parted in the sky to reveal moonlight down onto you. your figure was graced with shining light as your snorts soon died down as well; keegan saw everything with you from such a lovely sound.

alex:

knowing this man, he would be a mix of price and soap. where he would bask in the warm feeling your laugh provides for him while on the other hand he would keep telling you jokes to keep hearing your snorts. alex would have a smirk upon his face as he just calmly told you jokes and your snorts continued leaving your lips, lovelying watching you as you covered your mouth with your hand. anytime someone tries to say something about your snorts, alex calmly brings them into another room and threatens them within an inch of their life.

———

not so gently alex harshly grasped the recruits arm as he dragged them into an empty spot near the mess hall. throw them inside, alex marched up close to the and bore into their soul. he told them that he ever them or anyone call your cute snorts, ‘a pig laugh’, he wouldn't hesitate to have them run 100 laps outside or clean the armory top to bottom. alex felt fire in his veins after the recruit made the comment and made your face crumple as you covered your laugh with his hand. scared for their life, the recruit nodded and spat out how they wouldnt do it again to which alex sent out of the room.

when alex made his way back to you and saw how dejected you look, he immediately scooped you up and brought you to his room. he spent the rest of the afternoon telling you how cute and heart-warming your laugh made him feel or how he always brags to the boys about how beautiful you look whenever you have a laughing fit.