#keegan ghosts

[ghouljams]

Not so cowboy!Keegan pulls out the "Yes ma'am" and "Mrs. Russ" during arguments just to watch his girl bluescreen for a minute. Oh honey. Just you wait till he gets a ring on that finger of yours 😮‍💨

-maus🐭

(Sorry for flooding your inbox I just have way too many thoughts all of the time)

He doesssss, another man who's slick with it.

He knows exactly what he's doing, loves watching you freeze when he tells someone, "Gotta check with Mrs Russ." The way your eyes dart between invisible points, trying to get a read on how you're meant to respond when you're not a Mrs anything. You always look at him with some form of blind panic when you don't turn anything up. He likes throwing you off your game.

"That's between me and the Mrs," He laughs at another farmer's question. Watches with a smile as your whole body seems to pause, your brain screeching to a halt. It's like you keep forgetting you're his, having to remind yourself that its you he's talking about. As if there could ever be anyone else. It's fun teasing you.

He gets the same effect with a nice low, "yes ma'am" when you ask him to grab something from the next aisle over in the store. The same pause in your body, blue screened like an old computer, that he can use to drag you close, to hold you against his chest and purr in your ear, "You like that darlin'? Like when I listen to you?"

It's the belonging, he thinks. Mrs and ma'am, one of them means you're his and the other means he's yours. He wonders if you've ever had anyone hold onto you like he does, if you've ever been someone's like you're his. Not that it matters if you have, you're his now and he's never letting you go.

[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...

[xandrrr505]

Keegan. That’s it, that’s the post.

[synnicall]

Firm believer that cowboy!keegan (or any of the ghosts boys for that matter) use those loud dad whistles™️ whenever he needs to reel in his herd of kids. Obviously he’ll do it when they’re out in the field but he’ll even do it at the grocer to the behest of reader. Of course each kid gets their own special whistle.

(Purely inspired by @ghouljams ‘ not so cowboy! Keegan that’s rotted my brain <3)

[mykneeshurt]

Watching law and order and who do I see?!

KEEGAN BABYYYYY. Look at those baby blues.

[xshiny]

pick me girl...

There were new recruits in TF141, and there was one of them who was a... pick me girl... oh no-

You, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Keegan were talking about the next mission, Alejandro was doing some work with Graves. Suddenly, the pick me girl approached you guys

"Hewwo! Can you guys just show me around this huuuuge base! I'm so smol that I get lost in this base... and don't wowwe! I'm definitely one of the bois!" She said. She didn't even acknowledge you because of the fact you are a girl.

You didn't want to deal with her, but you knew that you couldn't start up a fight. Not yet. You stood back with your arms crossed as you looked down at her, waiting for one of the guys to say something.

Soap snorted loudly at her, and she took a step towards Soap, putting her hands on her hips.

"Excuse yow? Hewwo? Can I be addressed, pwease? It's vewy rude to ingowre someone, ya know...?" Soap just rolled his eyes, and she was talking in this high voice. The other soldiers chuckled. You furrow your brows in annoyance, but you let Soap and the others handle this. Not unless things get too out of hand.

Keegan, the calmest soldier you know, walked up to her and got uncomfortably close to her. She backed up a bit but still smiled.

"What's your name, doll?"

"Oh! I'm [insert name], but everyone calls me [something cutesy like "angel" or "sweetiecakes"]. I always get lost in this base bc I'm so tiny and lost... pwease can I have one of you big men to show me arouuund??"

You cringe at the way she talked, and how she introduced herself. With narrowed eyes, you think about how she included her nickname. She's so...ew. Gives you the ick. You stand a little distance away, quietly observing the situation with this pick me girl.

Keegan chuckled and said in a flirtatious tone...

"Ooh! Don't worry your little head off! I'll show you where everything is, little princess." GAGGING AT THIS

"Aww, tanks you vewy much." She smirked. The other male soldiers were like... "Uuuhh" as they watched it all. You raised your brow in question as Keegan walks past you. You shoot him a questioning glance, and he gives you a reassuring wink. Did Keegan have a plan in mind?

Keegan and her walk off to some place in this huge base, and after 5 minutes your ear piece crackles, and Keegan's voice comes up.

"Uhh... guys... she's not stopping talking. Like, literally. Not for even a second. She's making me uncomfortable."

You sighed, and responded back to your ear piece.

"Where are you?" You asked, already on the move.

"Uuh, I'm on the roof, she dragged me up here and won't stop talking." And he said it in a panicked way that showed this wasn't just a mere inconvenience, he genuinely didn't know how to cope with her. Hearing that, you picked up your pace.

"Make sure you update us on what's going on up there with that....pick me girl". Keegan sighed and nodded, and Soap rolled his eyes.

"Alright. It's a nightmare here." He said, sounding like he was genuinely distressed. You walk out onto the roof, swiveling your head, searching for Keegan. You spot him backed up on a crate while the girl was all up on him. You frown at this and approach them quietly.

"Hey new girl, think you can walk around the base by yourself now?" You said as you nearer them, crossing your arms as you stand next to her. The girl looked at you and narrowed her eyes as she backed away from Keegan. Her expression was a mix of annoyance and confusion, and she was trying to decide how she was going to deal with you.

"Excuse me? Why don't you go mind your own business."She got even closer to Keegan, and he was obviously very uncomfortable, but he tried to play it cool.

"Keegan's my friend, so technically it is my business" you hissed, leaning down to hover above her since she was shorter. She rolled her eyes and spoke in a flirty tone.

"Yeah, whatever you say, sweetie, he's mine now."She laughed, thinking her comment was hilarious. The thing was, Keegan was actually getting annoyed at how clingy she was towards him.

"Yours? Keegan belongs to no one but himself" I scoffed, narrowing your eyes at her. You started up get annoyed by how she acted. She just laughed at that. THE AUDACITY-

"Oh... I think you're jealous..." She tried being flirtatious with him, but he was obviously uncomfortable. When you got mad and said that... she got mad too. "Okay, he doesn't, yet... but I'm going to make him! He's way too hot to belong only to himself."

"Clearly Keegan is uncomfortable with you" You said, and gestured for Keegan to come by you instead. When he walks over, your arm snakes around him, pulling him in close."You see the difference? Obviously Keegan is way more comfortable with me than you- take some hints, girl" you scoffed.

Keegan looked relieved to be away from her, and the girl looked so annoyed she was turning red.

"No... no... he's just shy! I know he likes me! He's just afraid of admitting it."She pouted a little. "Also, don't touch my man! I know he likes me, so you go away."

"You better watch your mouth, little girl" you scowled, pulling Keegan in closer. She scoffed and backed away.

"Listen here sweetie, you're one to talk... I'm clearly superior to you, and everyone knows that men prefer superior women." She said in this extremely arrogant and high-horse tone... as if you weren't even able to be in the presence of her. She got up and walked a little closer to Keegan, placing her hands on her waist and said.

"Can I have my man back?" You snicker sinisterly, and look down apon her.

"He's not your boyfriend" You hugged Keegan, your hands in some suggestive areas, but you glare at her. "And I'm your superior, you need to remember that you're a recruit" She had a shocked look on her face, probably didn't expect you to get so aggressive. She got so annoyed that her tone dropped her act entirely, and she seemed furious.

"Look, he's mine, I saw him first, so stop clinging to him, he's mine now. As the superior woman, he would never stoop low enough to be with you, he's mine. And you better stay away from him."

"Such a brat with all bark but no bite..." You sneer at her, letting go of Keegan and stalked closer to the girl. "What if I happen to be girlfriend, hm? What are you gonna do now?" You said, getting all up in her face. Even though you really weren't Keegan's girlfriend, you just wanted this girl to back off from your friend.

The girl scowled at you, but she was slightly intimidated because you stood over her with an ice cold glare.

"Well... I'd just fight you to win him over. I'm stronger, better, and much prettier than you." She was trying to be a bit intimidating, but she was failing miserably. She couldn't even look you in the eyes, and she wasn't able to keep her act together since you got close to her.

"You wanna test that, dollface?" You sneer, cocking your head, cracking your knuckles. She tried to keep to her attitude, but she couldn't keep it up. She looked a little scared now that you were being so aggressive with her.

"Y-you know what, he's not even worth it... he's not even hot enough for me!" Her tone made it clear that she wasn't joking, she was actually quite jealous of you and Keegan being close, so she tried to play off her jealousy in a cool way. You stepped closer.

"You try to flirt with the male or female superiors again and you'll be out of here faster than a bullet- you understand what im saying?" You grit through your teeth, your glare piercing into her. She backed up, a little intimidated now. She was so used to flirting her way out of problems, and the men were usually too blinded to see what she was really doing. But not when you were around... she saw that you were a strong woman and couldn't use her "assets" here.

"Okayyyy, s-sorry," She said nervously, and her flirtatious tone quickly left her voice.

"Good. Now see to it" you said, standing up straight again to your full height. You turned abruptly on your heel and motioned for Keegan to follow. Keegan took his time to follow. When the girl was finally gone, he exhaled and wiped some sweat off his brow, and chuckled nervously.

"Phew... she was really, REALLY clingy, huh?"

"I thought you were better than that- to let a girl walk all over you?" You joked, nudging his arm gently. Keegan smiled a little.

"I didn't know what to do. She's relentless, I couldn't get her to leave me alone. She was too clingy, and I was getting uncomfortable." He said, and you rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back your laughter at the situation. You chuckled, shaking your head as both of you make way back to the main floor.

"I guess so... and I'm sorry I had to touch you like that back there- she had to get the hint you weren't interested in her" He shrugged and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, you had to do what you had to do to get her away from me." He laughed a little as well when he mentioned how annoying and clingy she was toward him. He was glad you pulled him away.

[yeyinde]

Keegan P. Russ | No Man's Land

[shoukiko]

Guys this is literally Y/N with

opens notepad

Uhhhh

Soap / Ghost

Keegan / Ghost

Hesh / Logan

Price / Ghost

Alejandro / Rodolfo

Horangi / König

König / Ghost

Keegan / Hesh

Gaz / Soap

Logan / Roach

Roach / 09 Ghost

09 Ghost / 09 Soap

Sniper / Scout

Heavy / Medic

Scout / Miss Pauling

…..I’m running out, add more plz

[eggtartz]

✧ 30th October ✧

Keegan Russ // Humps (f! lance corporal reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : dry humping, mutual attraction, keegan is cocky because well i think he is, handjob

grunts could be heard followed a loud thud. "damn it.." you laid on the mat, nose bloody and panting as keegan, your so-called senior is looking down to you, a busted lip but he's still standing anyway. "you fought good, but you're not gonna get better if you keep repeating your fighting skills. i believe you owe me twenty" he smirked as you kicked his hand away. "asshole" you spouted as he laughed.

"looks like the rookie is hurt, huh?" you sat up and hissed at him "i'm not a rookie anymore! i'm already a lance corporal and you know that" you adjusted your compression shirt as you stood up. "still, you're a rookie to me" he taunted, picking me on your ponytail but you elbowed him. he dodged it, of course. he can predicts your movement now, considering how often the two of you spar.

"what did i just said? you're not gonna get any better repeating all your fighting skills" he whispered, close enough his eyes behind his mask are staring into yours. "the enemy doesn't fucking know that" you said again, kicking his shin for him to fall but he dodged another of your kick, pulling you on his body as he caged your hands behind your back.

"i certainly do, though. don't you think so, sweetheart?" he's taunting you again as you rolled your eyes, using your teeth to bite on his arm as he lets you go but he knocks your back as you crawled away and trapped your body under him. "biting, huh? i thought dirty tactics weren't your thing?" he tilted his head "well, someone told me i'm not gonna get better" you copied his words as he laughed.

"you're funny, sweetheart" he said "that's why you're my favorite" he said again.

"pardon?"

he chuckled "you're always so dense, you know that? don't you think it's a bit weird that i choose you instead of merrick or ajax to spar with?" he raised his brow as you tilted your head. "you like me? keegan that's like a wrong thing to do!" you said as he sighed "it is isn't it? well, you don't have to do anything about it. i'm just glad i got to get it out of my chest" he said, standing up and pulling your hand to stand up. "but just because i like you doesn't mean that i'll go easy on the spars alright?" he winked.

as he was about to leave you pulled his hand gently, surprisingly. "maybe.. maybe we can make it work" you said. keegan fully turned to you "how?"

well..

safe to say? that late in the night while every barracks lights went off, only keegan's are still on. no one would question it since he's a superior so here you are straddling him and kissing him feverishly while his hand roamed around your back and your thighs. "damn i never knew you liked me too" he smirked, kissing your already sweaty neck. "you could've told me, if i was in a different team it'll be less problems" you said again. keegan grunted "i don't mind. i'll do anything to have you with me" he bit your collarbone as you emitted a whimper. "don't say things that you don't mean, keegan" you almost snarled.

he takes off his mask entirely and grabs your hair "you know i don't lie, sweetheart. i'll do it" he said again as you groaned. the sensation of him pulling your hair was making your head swirling and you found yourself grinding on him. his thin pants met with his cargo pants as you grind on his clothed dick. "shit, is that your plan? fucking yourself on me?" he slapped your butt for your attention as you almost screamed. "y-yeah.. can i?" you asked so politely, keegan wonders if you've done this before.

"sure, let me just-" he lifted you to sit on his thighs while he pulled down his flyer. "go on, make a mess out of yourself" he said as you bit your lips, slowly humping his thighs. his thighs hasn't always looked big because he's always wearing those loose pants that serves him no justice because holy shit his firm things edge you. you rubbed yourself on him as you saw he pulled out his cock.

you almost went on your knees as keegan slowly bought his hands to pump his dick. "go on" his eyes bore into your movements on his thighs. deciding to give him a show, you pulled your pants down and climbed on his thighs again, your cunt scratching on the fabric of his pants. he groaned, the folds of your wet pussy was rubbing on him and he was enthralled. his hands moved up and down faster, squeezing the tip when he was about to bust.

your hand slithered to his balls, massaging them with care as his breathing hitched. "shit.. if you do that, i'm gonna cum real quick" he growled. you smiled, bouncing a slightly bit as you whimpered. "do it.. cum, keegan" your giggles and seductive purrs sent him busting, the white, creamy cum stained his hands and some on yours. you bring yourself to lick his hand clean, humping yourself to the taste of it. "you're really good, huh? what a good sweetheart" he smiled as he also moved his thighs t meet with your grindings. you gasped when he hits your clit, a jolt of sensation felt at the back of your head.

"found it"

he smirked, bringing your hips to hump his thighs faster with the force of his strength. the wetness from your pussy leaked into his pants, making the friction much more delicious, the squelching sounds getting more sinful. you slump against keegan as he brings his fingers to your mouth as you gagged on them. "there you go. i wanna see you becoming a filthy mess" he hissed as your pussy clenched at the words, arousal helping your orgasm.

accompanied with muffled whimpers and moans, you came undone on his thighs as your cum oozes into his fabric. he raised your hips to see his soiled pants and smiled. "on the bed." he stripped, ensuring you two are far from over.

[00ops1e]

keegan's shark theater

i had to take this thing apart to fix the wiring inside, and i was like damn i could customize this. and so i did. it took like two weeks of procrastinating but i made some scuba keegs and sharks and slapped em on there.

closeups of scuba keegs <3

[ghouljams]

Keegan is so funny because he's a ghost, he's silent, he's made for stealth and getting the job done by any means necessary, in and out without a trace, but then you talk to him for five minutes and he manages to make at least three sex jokes in the span of a minute. He's such a fucking weirdo, he's so funny, he knows when to shut up and yet he cannot for the life of him shut the fuck up. If Keegan likes you he's never going to stop talking, and it will be painfully clear to the rest of ghost team that he's fallen head over heels for you.

[konigsblog]

Step bro! Keegan scraps pls I beg!!

that quiet bastard... :(

WARNINGS: STEPCEST, SOMNOPHILLIA, NON-CON/DUB-CON, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

you have a boyfriend. you're grateful for his adoration and love, constantly spending time over at his place neglecting and ignoring your poor, lonely stepbrother.

you're aware that keegan won't go and make a relationship with anyone, not even a friendship, let alone a romantic relationship. he wants you; the countless nights he's snuck into your bedroom, quiet as a mouse, fucking your unconscious body while you're unaware... of course, he feels a little bit of remorse and guilt, but will never admit to it, to his s depraved and perverted sins.

so, when you visit keegan, all he wants to do is fuck you, again... yet, this time, it didn't go as planned. instead of using staying fast asleep like usual, not moving an inch, you woke up, confused. although, instead of realising it was keegan - that perverted loner - you believed it was your boyfriend. you rested calmly, moaning your boyfriend's name softly, walls pulsing around keegan's slicken dick.

his breathing picked up rapidly, grinding himself against you, into your swollen folds while you shook and pleaded for more, your orgasm already building up, threatening to rupture through you. you held onto his muscular, brute arms as he quickened his pace, holding back his guttural noises so you wouldn't realise what was actually happening. :(

you moaned blissfully, eyes wide with your pleasure, still not able to make out and differentiate keegan's face with your boyfriend's...

[xandrrr505]

What I would do to be his mask smh 🤦‍♀️

[fugitiveghost]

who should I do fanart of next? I only rlly do eyes though, like my keegan and könig art pieces.

here's the examples!

[mykneeshurt]

Pray

Image by - emmakatka on Flickr

Priest AU

Father Keegan Russ x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut Heavy use of religious imagery, sexualising religion (Christianity/Roman Catholicism), so much smut and blasphemy, all chapters are explicit but all consensual

A/N - I’ve kept this as AFAB as there are no pronouns used, however you are a nun. Which is a female vocation, so if this needs to be changed to female please let me know! This was inspired by joyceartworks on instagram, her nun series is one of my favourite pieces of artwork.

———

You stepped off the coach, into a small beaten up town in the middle of the Appalachians. It was late afternoon, verging on evening as the sun set behind the mountain range in the distance. The trees were starting to turn, in front of you was a beautiful valley, filled with reds, oranges, browns as the autumn took hold of the sleepy town. The town looked run down, eerily quiet even. Holding the tunic of your habit you fought against the strong breeze which suffocated the town.

A white church sat in a field opposite the coach stop, rotting in the deafening silence of the misty mountain town. Gravestones littered the perimeter, each one covered in moss, crumbling back into the earth. A sign next to it read ‘Jesus is Lord. He is coming soon. Repent.’ This would be your home for the next few months, your Reverend Mother had sent you here for your next mission.

‘Help Father Keegan Russ with the souls of the damned.’

You’d met him briefly before on a few occasions, and ever since his piercing ice grey eyes had lingered in your mind. The smirk he gave you when he shook your hand still kissed your skin and the heat from his gaze still penetrated your core. He was going to test your faith, that you knew for certain.

As you entered the church the door closed behind you with a thud. The old wood barely hanging onto life with each use. The floor was stained a dark cherry colour, with stark contrasting white walls. Cracks crept along the structure, the wooden floor creaking beneath your feet with each step. A huge cross loomed over the alter, also a deep cherry colour.

Darkness soon slithered through the windows of the Church, a cool draft following it. The pre-lit candles on the walls illuminated the room with a golden glow, shadows danced in the dark corners where the light refused to touch. Each flame danced with the chill that filled the old building.

A door opening at the side of the altar made you jump. Clutching your chest you spun around only to see Father Russ emerge from his quarters. ‘Ah! You’re here!’ He bellowed as he approached you. He was dressed in all black, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his Roman collar contrasting perfectly against his shirt. It made his eyes pop even more. Almost hypnotising.

Grabbing your suitcase he gestured for you to follow him, both pairs of footsteps echoed in the empty church as he led you to his quarters. You instantly felt the energy shift, his presence permeated your being, not even the rosary you wore could keep him away.

He showed you around his quarters and to your room, which was adjacent to his own. A simple bed, desk and wardrobe adorned your room. A dull orange glow emanated from the single light in the centre of the room. Dropping your suitcase down he leant against the door frame. ‘Dinner will be ready soon, why don’t you get freshened up. We can eat then I’ll show you the Church and go through what your duties will be.’

You nodded, giving him a warm smile. But not before casting your eyes over his body, you tried to fight it but you were drawn to him. His biceps bulged under his black shirt, his broad frame nearly filled the door frame, accentuated by his small waist, only adding to his impressive physique.

———

Sometime later there was a knock at your door, opening it you were met with him. An embarrassed look on his face. ‘Father Russ? Is everything ok?’ You asked, trying to fight the heat that bubbled to the surface. ‘Change of plan. I’ll show you the Church now, I forgot to turn the stove on.’ He admitted whilst scratching the back of his neck. Giggling you gave him a bright smile ‘ok, lead the way Father.’

He showed you the confessional booth, where the hymn books were kept, and took you through your duties whilst you stayed here. Sitting on the altar steps you exchanged pleasant conversation, he sat close to you. Thighs spread as he leant on them, watching you from the corner of his eye. ‘Would you like to pray before dinner?’ He offered, as he shifted his posture.

‘Yes Father.’

‘Kneel’ he ordered before he got to his feet. Doing as you were told you knelt before the altar, hands clasped around your rosary. He brought forward the Ciborium, a simple golden cup which held the host. You looked up at him through your lashes, eager to please the man before you. Eager to please God.

Standing over you he peered down into your eyes, an invisible force pulling you deeper and deeper into the temptation of sin. You tried to rid your mind of the impure thoughts that plagued you, you tried to focus on Gods words, you tried to ignore the primal feeling that surged within your core.

God how you tried.

Releasing his hand from the cup he traced his thumb along your bottom lip, along your jaw. ‘May God keep you in enternal life’ he muttered as he pulled your jaw open. You were the picture of innocence, on your knees, doe like eyes, mouth open ready to receive the body of Christ.

But within than innocence a deep wickedness hid within the shadows.

His eyes lit up as he noticed your tongue piercing, ‘and what’s this?’ He asked as he cocked his head to the side, thumb still burning on your lip. Your face changed, from an innocent lamb to a wolf in sheep’s clothing. ‘What the Reverend Mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her’ you purred as you gently kissed the pad of his thumb.

You watched as his breath caught in his chest. Maybe God sent you here to test him. A test you hoped he’d fail.

He placed the host gently on your tongue and watched has it melted in your mouth. You kept your focus purely on him as you swallowed, slowly. Biting your lip as you rose to your feet. You were mere inches away from each other, the empty space in between you bursting with energy.

Reaching down you picked up the host, he raised a brow ‘you know you shouldn’t be touching that.’

‘Better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, maybe you should take it back’ you quipped as you placed it on your tongue. Pulling him in by his belt his body slammed into yours.

He regarded you for a second, battling with God, battling with his faith.

Eventually he snaked his hand around your neck pulling you into a kiss, using your tongue you moved the host from your mouth to his. Using your neck he pulled you deeper, closer. Your hands still lingered on his belt, feeling his erection grow beneath the fabric.

You pulled away and watched as he swallowed the host. You searched his icy eyes, the windows to his soul. While his face remained stoic, his eyes had a glint to them. A twinkle. Much like your own. Both of you in this moment wanting to test your God, wanting to give into this sin of lust, wanting to bite the apple.

He moved first, pushing you against the altar. He lifted you onto it with ease, pushing his lips onto yours, unrelenting, unforgiving, all consuming. You kissed him back, arms wrapped around his neck as he laid you down. His hands slipped under your habit, mapping your body beneath your clothes.

Palming at your breasts he felt the unmistakeable presence of a nipple piecing. He groaned into your mouth at his finding, rolling his hips into you. His hard cock slowly rubbed against your cunt as he held your waist, fingertips threatening to bruise your skin. Nipping at his bottom lip he pulled away, ‘I knew God was testing me when he sent you to me’ he smiled.

‘Mmm’ you hummed as you cupped his jaw, ‘seems like we’ve both failed.’

Sitting up you pulled at his belt, desperately trying to get to what you wanted. Hiking up your habit skirt he pulled down your tights, finding beneath them lace adorned panties. ‘God’ he whimpered, already feeling how wet you were for him. ‘Don’t take the lords name in vain Father’ you smirked. He ran a finger along your slit causing a sharp moan to burst from your chest.

Placing his forehead against yours he inhaled your moans of pleasure as he inserted his finger. Cradling the back of your head he held you close, whispering words of praise, words of adoration.

Gazing into his eyes your pupils were blown wide with pleasure, breath heavy and thick as he added another finger. ‘Don’t stop Father, please’ you muttered under a strained breath. Thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, you said a silent prayer to yourself. Begging God forgiveness, begging him to let you cum.

‘Take me Father, take me here, in front of him, in front of his angels, in front of his cross’ you pleaded, gripping onto his shirt, his neck. He removed his fingers, watching as they glistened in the golden light of the Church. Placing them on his tongue he savoured your taste, his once icy grey eyes now a river of black. ‘Divine’ he whispered beneath his breath.

Unbuckling his belt he released his painfully erect cock, and lined it up to your entrance. With one smooth thrust he pushed into you, leaving you gasping for air at his stretch. ‘Yes Father’ you whined as he pulled your hips off the alter forcing you to wrap your legs around him. Each movement was calculated and swift, adoring rather than punishing.

You leant back onto the alter, eyes fixed on the cross as he fucked you. He watched as you bit your lip, as you gripped the white linen between your fingers, as your eyes rolled. He’d wanted this since the first time he’d met you, spending many a night cock in his hand thinking of you. Thinking of your taste.

It was better than the host.

It was better than the sacramental wine.

Better than forgiveness.

Better than God.

Soft whines fell from your lips as his breathlessness hung in the air. Each slap of skin rung out in the Church, each thrust begged for forgiveness, begged for redemption. He knew he’d spend the rest of his life begging God for absolution of he could keep his cock buried in your perfect cunt.

‘Pray for me Father. Pray for us’ you managed to ask, in between your pants and whines. Pulling out he quickly repositioned you, your back arched against him as he held your throat to his shoulder. Slipping inside you once more as he hovered above your lips.

‘Soul of Christ, sanctify me’ he began … ‘body of Christ, save me - thrust - Blood of Christ, inebriate me; - thrust - Water from the side of Christ, wash me; - thrust - Passion of Christ, strengthen me’ he whispered, his breath tickling your lips. His eyes transfixed on yours, his words being absorbed into your skin.

‘O good Jesus hear me; Within your wounds hide me;’ he said as he added a finger to your clit. ‘Separated from you, let me never be; From the evil one protect me’ he emphasised the word evil as he added more pressure to your clit. You moaned into his mouth, providing him with the very oxygen he needed to live.

‘At the hour of my death, call me; and close to you bid me; That with your saints, I may be praising you forever and ever. Amen.’ As he finished the prayer your orgasm washed over you like a blinding light, your muscles constricted, wound tightly as if round a tree. Your eyes screwed shut as the intense wave of pleasure made you ascend.

He held you close to him still, watching as your face contorted with the ultimate pleasure of lust. His fingers still lightly brushed over your sensitive clit, making you buck from overstimulation. He was close. But this isn’t how he wanted you.

His thrusts slowed as he kissed you, slowly releasing your neck and finally pulling out of you. Breaking the kiss he placed his fingers in your mouth, you ran your tongue over his fingers. ‘Kneel’ he whispered just like he did before. A sign of reverence. Except this time he used his fingers in your mouth to push you down, guiding you.

Kneeling before him your clasped your hands once more watching as he pumped his cock before you. Biting your lip you recited your own prayer. ‘I’m truly sorry for all my sins. Please fill me with your grace.’ After the final word you stuck your tongue out, the silver piercing in clear view. He caressed your jaw as he neared his high, soft whimpers and grunts rang in your ears as he came into your mouth, onto your tongue.

The silky white fluid ran to the back of your throat as you swallowed eagerly. Not wanting to waste a drop. Not wanting displease his holiness, instead wanting to show your devotion to him. His face was flushed as he lifted his head, smiling down on you as he tucked himself away. Giving you his hand he helped you up, kissing you one last time, ‘I fear we may really have to beg for forgiveness for this’ he smirked.

‘Oh I’m counting on it Father.’

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A/N - I fucking love Appalachian gothic/mid west gothic it has my heart

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oh, could i be the sky on the fourth of july?

little unmasked keegan.. i like to think hes got that fluffy alt kid hair since he was like 19 in 2004,,,, scarred and pretty. idgaf if theres that one scene of him with no balaclava and a buzzcut, im simply choosing to ignore it for my own mental health 🫶🏻

really cant thank everyone enough for the kind notes and words, reblogs, all of it. youre motivating me out of my depressive funk. im drawing again. i cant believe it. i cant wait to make more pretty art for you all and show the world at last.

much love, bog.