#keegan cod

[schizo-bbgs]

Keegan ^(2)

[alkern]

my bebe girl oc with ghosts boys

[callsignmarz]

Texting the COD Men

POV : They’re jealous

MDNI | 18+ | NSFW

[koenigsbleachedshirt]

How the CoD men would fuck you 🫵🏻

Including: König, Ghost, Keegan, Krueger, Nikto x reader (can be read as neutral)

Contains: dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, riding, bondage, sensory deprivation, impact play, face fucking, face-sitting, knife play, marking, blood play

(Nikto's is a bit on the extreme side, so be warned)

And don't call me out!!! I know my favorites show!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

König

is the type to make you ride him

guides you by your hips, slow and deep

if you're not riding him, he definitely loves taking you in missionary..... he loves seeing the bulge on your belly

loves leaving his handprints on your skin from gripping you so hard

definitely gets off on your height difference, loves manhandling the fuck out of you - expect to be thrown and bent without warning

Ghost

always so rough with you- he doesn't hide how much he wants you, he's unfiltered and unapologetic with what he does

will make you sit on his face, no matter how much you protest and whine about it... he WILL eat you out, no matter what - and he does it like a starved man

the type to fuck you in full nelson, or just crushing you under him mercilessly as he burrows his thick cock into you

definitely has a thing for pounding you senseless- has you drooling within MINUTES

will also definitely degrade the shit out of you- but in the "look at my cute little cocksleeve, takin' me so well." kinda way

Keegan

devil in disguise. This motherfucker will tie you up and have his way with you until you physically can't take it anymore

will tie your hands to the bed posts and go down on you until you beg for him to stop- he also definitely busted a load while you did

loves leaving hickeys on your thighs, tummy, and chest - only for him to admire

definitely praises the living daylights out of you to somewhat make up for the relentless teasing you suffer under him

ALSO,, he loves using toys on you. He will hold a vibrator on you or fuck it into you, watching your expressions as he does.... only to deny you your orgasm

Krueger

he's such a little shit..... he's the type to rough you up, get you naked, and then have you suck him off - he's not exactly the gentlest either, he WILL fuck your face, hands in your hair and all

he definitely gets off on seeing your tear-streaked face from when he shoved his cock down your throat a little too far and made you gag

other than that, he also loves to manhandle you around. His favorite positions are definitely doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary. He WILL leave his marks on you. Everywhere.

have i mentioned that he loves degrading you and making you cry? Because he will. And if it isn't from his cruel words, then it's definitely from his unforgiving, hard, deep thrusts. He doesn't go fast, no no no... he goes SO DAMN SLOW it's maddening.

also the type to make sure that when he cums, it's in his favorite, tight little hole ;)

Nikto

depending on his mood, he's either the sweetest or the meanest. No in-between. Either you'll cry because it's too much, or you'll cry because it's not enough.

the type to carve his initials into your skin, dip his fingers in your blood, and feed it to you, only to lean in and shove his greedy tongue into your mouth - eager to get a taste of you

he will fuck you either hard and fast, or deep and slow... and you won't get away. He will cage you in and make you take it.

the type to make you cum so many times you're a babbling, brainless mess- molded to the shape of him... or he will deny you so many times you cry and beg for it, but once he gives you what you want, don't expect him to stop until HE is satisfied

he WILL go down on you after he finished - wanting to taste what he made of you...

[yawnderu]

Currently obsessed with dbf!Keegan... like just imagine the scary dog privileges that come with having this man around. He doesn't even wear the balaclava or eyeblack when he's out, but just his creepy ass 🔵🔵 eyes are enough to scare off anyone who even looks your way. Like okay, we see them son. You can blink now.

And don't even get me started on how annoying this man would be. Pulling your hair to annoy you, flipping you off, pushing you out of the way and looking over his shoulder with the most annoying shit-eating grin that makes you want to actually punch him dead in the windpipe. Not to mention he'd totally see you struggling to open a jar and go "allow me" just to tighten it up more.

Absolute nightmare driver. He may take you out everywhere, but no one is an atheist when Keegan is driving and you really want to tell him, but he always keeps his gun on him.💀

BUT despite all the banter, his protective instincts kick in super easily with you. Someone is mean mugging you? He's glaring back. Someone says anything mean to you? He'll deal with it. God help any man who tries to flirt with you or catcalls you. He teaches you how to defend yourself since he won't always be there to protect you, often deployed in missions. I can also see him teaching you how to shoot a gun, just in case you ever need to. He takes you to a random field and teaches you the basics, and once you're confident enough, maybe he even takes you hunting.

I can see the dad being a disabled veteran who served with Keegan(?) simply happy to have some help with you, knowing Keegan can take you places and do things he can't do anymore. Despite you being an adult, I'm a sucker for father-daughter fluff, so the dad has def cried in secret whenever you show him new things you learnt or show him pictures of places Keegan took you to. Of course, he's not excluded, always hosting dinners and BBQs in the house whenever Keegan is back, and trying to join both of you if possible.

Keegan is like an annoying older brother, the type of man who makes you believe murder should be legal, yet you still deeply care for. He doesn't keep any things on him that may be linked to your father or you in fears of him being a ghost putting you in danger, but he has a bunch of polaroids in a safe in his house, which he looks at whenever he's off base and feeling down.

Speaking of pictures, you totally forced him to get into a photo booth with you and he now keeps the fucking ugliest pictures ever, threatening to ask a ghost to hack into your account and post them whenever you're being too annoying.

IF things ever go further between both of you, you can count on this man to slonk your shit silly style like sloppy swag. This man has a lot of pent-up frustration, which he only takes out on you after making sure you're okay with it.

He's a bully. Stops thrusting when you're feeling good just to hear you whine, thrusting painfully slow until you're begging for more.

There's definitely guilt when it comes to being intimate with you, despite you being in your mid-20s, you're the daughter of his best friend. It feels wrong, so he makes up for it by treating you extra good. You got spoiled before, but now? Prepare for the most extra and expensive gifts you never even thought about. He earns good money, and has plenty of savings just in case. He's still annoying, though.

[baaaaaaaam]

[konigsblog]

plugs

keegan russ x afab!fem!reader ...

warnings: female anatomy, female titles, plugs, praising, mentions of pregnancy, blowjob, cockwarming, cunnilingus, keegan is a munch!

kinktober masterlist (day 29)

Your back arched, panting and left breathless as he pulls away from your drooling cunt. Your hole aches, raw and throbbing from Keegan's rough pace. He chuckles lowly, pushing the diamond plug inside your hole to plug his potent cum inside you.

“Gotta make sure my cum stays inside, not a drop...” Keegan leans back, admiring the mess. He holds your thighs open; caked in cum and slick, wet and sticky while you look at him dizzily, your eyes halfway shut. He grunts at the sight, smacking his tip against your clit, leaning down to lap over it.

Your hole is full, stuffed with a plug, sucking and licking at your visible clit, making you shudder and sob and shake due to another orgasm pooling at your cunny. “Wanna see ya' swollen. With my babies.” he smiles at you, sucking at your clit harshly before manhandling you.

He stands up, your back against the mattress head tilted off so he can throat fuck you. He eases inside, gripping at your titties and groaning out when he pushes fully inside your mouth. Keegan's fingers toy with the plug, rubbing your clit while fucking and thrusting against your mouth sloppily. You cry, weep and whimper around him, especially when he rubs his wet thumb against your sensitive, greedy nub.

With your pussy full and wet, he smacks his broad hips against your mouth, his fat and girthy dick thrusted down your throat. “Wanna see ya' pregnant...” he gasps out when you tighten your lips around him, a visible outline of his cock in your throat. He groans, rubbing your clit and watching you tighten your thighs. Moaning around his shaft while the head of his girth smacks against the back of your throat, spurting thick and hot seed down your throat.

You pant when he looks away, pulling the plug from your cunny, his sticky seed oozing out and coating your thighs. It runs down to your asshole, milky white cum, sticky when he runs his fingertip against your glossy and slick slit.

He definitely made you clean off the plug while eating his cum out of you, his tongue curled inside.

[blingblong55]

I Love Hot Ghosts -141

R/N being into Keegan isn't sitting right with Ghost. Today, they wore a shirt that said "I Love Hot Ghosts".

Soap: it's cute, adorable even that they crush on him

Ghost: what do they even see? look at him? all ugly and disgusting...fucking Americans

Gaz: I think its nice, they are finally showing interest in someone

Price: I hope they date

Soap: me too

Ghost: he walks weird, talks fucking weird...and don't get me started in that ugly haircut and why would R/N not wear that shirt around me? Isn't it obvious im the hottest ghost to exist?

Soap: you rejected them

Ghost: I was playing hard to get...plus it's how I flirt...they should know that

Gaz: oh look at that...Keegan gave them a flower

Ghost: I'm killing him..they are mine

That day, it took 13 men to keep Ghost away from Keegan...minus the 4 rookies he sent to the ER

[2kiran]

keegan with a mask kink meeting masked!reader. when he finds out that you’re so strong too? god, he's rubbing his thighs together that do nothing to ease the ache. you don't interact with him that much, rarely meeting his eyes and he thinks he's sick for getting off to the thought of having to beg for your attention.

[devstn]

Menace to society has been caught

I'll do another one with Kick

[forsworned]

I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK ft. SWITCH!KEEGAN

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖽𝖺, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝗇𝗏

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗒 𝗀𝖿, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗀𝗌

⤷ links: masterlist rules buy me a coffee!!

Whether it was on base, missions, or in the privacy of your quarters, you were always inappropriately groping at your quiet boy toy (with his prior permission obviously), but that doesn't stop him from shooting you an icy glare that sent you snickering. Truthfully, you palming at his dick over his trousers was enticing for him. He loved the perverse smile that graced your glossy lips when you skipped away after his cock immediately chubbed at your touch. Always casting aside the jabs from his teammates about the hickies that littered his neck and torso, and the scratch marks that etched into his back in long, jagged crimson streaks. Keegan didn't give a damn.

In fact, he proudly paraded you around, with fresh bite marks on his neck after you finished grinding down on cock just moments ago while your hands were pressed into neck as he begged for more. Keegan was so, so, so needy. So, need for you.

"Fu⏤ fuck, angel, I⏤ " He whimpered out underneath you, as you greedily bounce on his cock and your breasts caromed with every stroke. His thick brows scrunching together as his pretty, wintry hues rolled back in his skull and his jaw hung as strangled moans left those rosy lips of his. "I⏤think, I think gonna c⏤"

"Uh uh uh." You gently chided, halting your ministrations against his hips, depriving him of any pleasure. He let out a constricted whine at your display of authority that he found so sexy, but it only made him more yielding to your rule.

A soft exhale left his lips as he smiled up at you, eyes still closed, caressing your sides and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. The dom in him itching to come crawling out, and tossing you around like a ragdoll. Keegan was certainly allowing you to have a little too much fun in this domineering position, and your heart instantly jumped at the expression on his face as his eyes fluttered open. Dark, long lashes framing his steely, libidinous gaze.

His teeth hooking into his lip was a dead giveaway of him deciphering whether or not to flip you over and hammer into you to satiate his needs of absolutely pulverizing you. Nothing would satisfy him more than to do just that. Your haughty gaze challenging him to do what he was currently pondering, knowing damn well he outsized you and the thought alone was quickly decoded as he practically saw the submissiveness trickle into your eyes. As soon as you could even register it, Keegan had you flat on your back. The mattress warm and slightly damp was an indication of how much you were torturing him, but now it was his turn.

A small gasp escaped you when he held your wrists with his hefty hand. "Think you've had enough fun, princess." He declared, hovering over your quivering form and a deep chuckle bubbled from his chest as he slowly rolled his hips so deliciously against yours. The shattered breath that escaped you was so heavenly to him, lyrical even. The enmeshment of dirty words, incoherent profanities, whimpers and groans was a little symphony orchestrated by him. The blissful thrusts only made your pussy pulsate against his girthy cock, stretching you pliant as hell.

Though there was still a look of defiance scrambled into your features that were bunched up in the thrill of him taking control. "Oh, don't look at me like that." His honeyed voice, said between your lips glossed over with saliva as he gently pressed his free hand around your throat.

"Open your mouth." He prodded your mouth open with his thumb, ceasing his movements for a moment as you observed him spitting into your mouth. His saliva hit your tongue and you immediately swallowed it. An involuntary clench was enough to part his own lips to let a shameless whimper slip out. That sent him into euphoria as he drove all the way into you to the hilt, kissing your cervix so delightfully. The both of spiraling into a frenzy as you clasped your legs around his waist and his brows furrowed once more as the silky warm that enveloped his cock.

His tip nudging at your a-spot slowly, but deeply as your mouth hung open at the luscious sensation. The way your eyes never left his each and every time he pounded into as you puckered your walls around him, making him near his end. "Fuck, princess⏤gonna cum." He softly cried out between thrusts and you nodded, with starry eyes and lips laquered with his saliva.

"Keegan⏤" You choked out between sobs as his fingers tightened around your throat and you felt your orgasm start to build up in your lower belly. "I'm⏤"

"Cum for me." He let out a shaky breath, and you felt the warm, rushing sensation expanding through your system as your climax rippled through you. And he felt that. Every single twitch and pulse as you locked onto him and soon he felt that sweet, sweet, moment of carthasis washing over him. His dick throbbed uncontrollably, spilling his tepid, creamy arousal into you.

Your lips curling into a giddied smile as you both caught your breath, covering your eyes with your forearm. Keegan's intense gaze usually left you flustered after such an impassioned session. He licked his moistened lips and chuckled at your shy state, always finding it endearing as hell when your orgasm carried you away. "Let me see that pretty face." He murmured, moving your arm out of the way and you peeked an eye at him that sent him into fit of laughter.

And you whined as he embraced you, rolling you over so that you laid ontop of him. A gentle kiss to your hair as he pulled upward so he could nuzzle his nose against your soft cheeks. Another plush kiss to your skin and playfully groaned, pinching his nipple in return. He jolted at the sudden pang of pain.

"Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh?" His husky voice perked up and you knew what was coming. You attempted to escape his grasp but his stout fingers caged you as he began to tickle you.

"No! N-no! Keegan⏤!" You struggled to find words between breaths and laughter. His assault not stopping, your mirth like music to his ears. To him, there was nothing better than these silly little moments he shared with you.

𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 ࣪ೀ ࣪ 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 © 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[str4ngr]

pink [ keegan p. russ ]

cw: none, fluff, established relationship, fem! reader. notes: based off that one tt trend. i want cute pink bedsheets :( not proofread.

after every mission, where the only sensations are rough, hard walls, loud, deafening ringing, and cold, angry stares, the warmth of your apartment, the gentleness of your presence, the kindness in your embrace, it was all he wanted—no, needed.

no matter how many times he says that your pink duvet is 'too cute' or 'too girly', for him to lay in, apparently, the relevance of that is thrown out the window the night he comes home.

sitting at your kitchen island, you stared at the door to your apartment, impatiently waiting for him to come. he said he would come straight to you. where was he? 2 minutes passed since 10, he was supposed to be here at ten. you picked at the dry skin of your lips, hearing his voice scolding you to put on lip balm instead (even though he never did). he would remind you when he got here.

the lock jingled, then the door knob turned. his tall figure, worn yet familiar as the day he left, rushed past you door, slamming it shut and twisting the lock with haste as he eyes hunted you down. the moment he saw you, his mind lost all control, his arms dragging you into his body as he held you tighter than a vice. his nose sunk into the crook of your neck, the smell of your shampoo making his mind melt as your sweet voice sang in excitement,

"keegan!"

your arms wrapped around his waist and he could cry at the feeling of your hands running circled across his exhausted muscles. he walked you backward, whispering nonsense into your skin as he pushed you towards your bedroom. as provocative his gruff voice may be in your ear, large hands roaming across your shoulders, his touch was gentle, delicately pleading for your softness.

your bodies melted together in their perfect molded shapes as his head lay against your stomach. his strong, aching arms lazily wrap under neath you as your wrists rest on the back of his head, swiping through your instagram.

the soft sound of your breath, your stomach rising and deflating under his cheek, your wrists twitching as you flipped through your apps, your left hand reaching down to rub his sore shoulder. this was perfection; this was you.

he never wanted for this to end, truly. keegan was utterly and absolutely addicted to your presence, your soothing existence, to you. infatuated with your adoration for him no matter how rough the skin of his fingertips were, no how scarred his back was, nor how cold his tone. you were patient, slowly teach a hurt soul to love again, and now he knew nothing but how to. love you. unintentionally, his arms tightened around you, making you huff.

"keegan, you're gonna strangle me,"

"makin' sure ya' don't leave, hun."

you blow a raspberry into his scalp, making his lips twitch against your cotton-clad belly,

"i'd never leave you, silly."

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directory

[veritasangel]

⋆ ｡⋆ any pov ୨୧˚ warnings: none ↣ {wc: 472}

It was a quiet Friday morning when Keegan first walked into the café you worked at, an inconspicuous little place nestled between two larger shops. The door chimed quietly as he came in, the cool air following him.

You noticed him instantly-not because he was handsome, though he certainly was, his sharp features were softened by perpetual five o'clock shadow-but by the way he seemed to try and be invisible. He moved with a kind of calculated grace, his steps measured and deliberate, yet somehow not.

You gave the usual smile, one that was second nature by now, "Good morning! What can I get for you?”

Keegan was silent for a moment, weighing his options on answering. His dark eyes flashed up to meet yours and held your gaze for just a heartbeat- long enough for you to feel like he was looking right through you. Then the moment passed, and he spoke in a flat, even tone.

“Just a black coffee, please. Nothing else.”

You nodded, reaching for the cup. "Coming right up- Do you want to stay in or take it to go?”

“To go," he said after a moment of hesitation. You got the impression he wasn't much into small talk, so you didn't prod further. Instead, you turned your attention to making his drink. 

As you handed it to him, his fingers touched yours for just a second, the spark of it going through you unexpectedly. "Here you go," you said, keeping your tone light and warm. "Hope you have a great day!”

Keegan's lips twitch, as if hiding a smile. "Thanks," he mutters, turning away. But before he does, he pauses, looking back at you curiously.

"Do you always smile like that?"

You blinked, a little taken aback by the question. "Like what?”

"Like you mean it." he said, as if that would have been the most oblivious thing in the world.

You felt your cheeks warm as you felt suddenly shy under his gaze. "I guess I do. It's not a bad thing, right?"

Keegan's eyes softened, and this time, you were sure you saw a small, genuine smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "No," he said quietly. "It's not bad at all."

After that, he turned and was gone. You were left standing there, pondering who this mysterious man was and why, from that little exchange, it seemed as though you had shared something meaningful with him.

Keegan popped in every Friday morning after that, ordering the same black coffee every time. Your conversations grew a little longer each time, your smiles a little wider. He was still an enigma, but there was a warmth behind his eyes, a subtle shift in his manner.

And every time he leaves, he finds himself awaiting the next Friday, just to see your smile once more.

༄ cod m.list

© veritasangel ↣ 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

[gracekiins]

“damn kid, who taught you how to do that?”

keegs ;) 💥🔫

[konigsblog]

I'd like to ask for something with Keegan and age gap (and corruption kink if possible) I'm starved for Keegan content and I swear no one can write him like you do :((

awh, thank you! i'm glad you like the way i write for keegan <33

cw: age gap, corruption, use of ‘sir’

keegan leans back on the couch, a smirk curling the sides of his mouth as you pleasure yourself right infront of him. the older male – your sergeant – standing infront of you with his thick and veiny dick in his hands. you're desperate to make him proud, a dumb rookie, you are. he strokes himself slowly as you rub your clit – fingers dragging down your slit, glistening and wet due to your growing arousal.

the dire need to have him inside you... god, you were so naive to come here. it didn't even cross your mind when he invited you over, not even thinking of the possibility of spreading your pussy open for the man. “don't stop, pretty.” keegan's rough voice piercing your ears as he rubs the tip whilst dragging his hand down his shaft. “please—sir...” you weep shamefully, feeling hot and flustered while playing with your clit.

keegan tuts, spreading his thighs out and ordering you to play with your hard nipples. a soft chuckle coming from him, “good girl, always so obedient.” he smiles, watching you wipe your cheeks with the back of his palm, fucking your fingers into your wet cunny. you tighten and throb around the digits, meekly moving and riding you palm while he sloppily strokes his fat cock. going slow purposely to rile you up.

“come sit on it, then, girl.” he slaps his thigh, leaning back, watching as you eagerly and desperately cling to him. straddling his broad hips, your ride him erratically! frantic, whiney, and a loud mess on his lap, riding him like there's no tomorrow, not even thinking of the ache.

it's hard to believe someone as naive and trustful as you turned into a horny bastard...

[blingblong55]

My kind of love -Keegan P. Russ

Based on a request:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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