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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — Dex has had a clear view of you through your window for a while now
‼️ 𝐂𝐖: Stalking, masterbating (f&m)
—NURSE!READER—AFAB/FEM!READER—
Dex sat on his bed, his binoculars up against his face as he looked through them, staring directly at the window of the apartment across from his. Your apartment.
The routine had began months ago, before you’d ever even noticed him. One day when he helped you pick up your ID you’d dropped, you smiled at him, you were sweet and it got him hooked immediately.
After that he started watching you. Just to make sure you were okay. To check in on you after your 12 hour shifts in the ER. He wanted to make sure you got some food, enough sleep, and best case scenario: a nice warm shower where he’d get the view of seeing you change.
It was all good intentions, especially when he was making sure you weren’t seeing anybody else after him.
What happened was, he’d “bumped” into you again a few weeks after your first interaction. A total coincidence, and you recognized him which made him so happy. He offered to buy you some coffee and thats how you two started talking.
You exchanged numbers with him and texted for the next few weeks, seeing each other for other small coffee dates in between. And then one day he got the confidence to actually ask you out to dinner, and to his relief, you happily accepted.
That night had gone so perfectly. Sure Dex hit a few bumps on the road— awkward pauses and not knowing what to say next—but you had found it cute which made everything okay. Then, after dinner he’d walked you back to your place like the gentleman he is.
And being a gentleman worked out for him amazingly because you kissed him. Several times, which led to the two of you stumbling into your bed, your clothes in a pile on your bedroom floor, and a happy Dex waking up the next morning beside you.
You still texted, just a little less now, which Dex noticed immediately. So now, for the past two weeks he’s been more attentive.
As soon as he’d get home he’d be on patrol, waiting to see you through your window (its just so convenient that you have sheer enough curtains for him to see through)
But now, right now you’d just come into your bedroom, practically ripping off your scrubs like they were disgusting as you entered your bathroom. When you came back out you were in your towel, sitting on your bed as you put lotion on before flopping back like you were contemplating whether putting clothes even seemed worth it.
Perfect. You weren’t seeing any other men. That solved one question he had but it didn’t explain why you’ve been dryer now. What could Dex possibly have done or said that made your replies so slow? (not that slow but to dex theyre sloth speed)
Meanwhile you felt horrible, opening your messages everyday to see Dex still being so kind to you with his good morning texts. It’d just been a long two weeks, too many people in weird emergencies and not enough time for you to check your phone.
You picked up your phone and opened your messages again, and of course there it was, the most recent text: from dex.
—Good morning
—have a good day
—talk later?
You typed a quick sorry, then:
—maybe later?
—I’m really tired
You tossed your phone beside you and finally sat up again, reaching into your drawer and grabbing the t-shirt you’d left in the morning so you wouldn’t have to go around your room scavenging for something comfortable to sleep in.
You barely put it on when your ohone dinged with a new notification
—yeah, absolutely, get some rest
He’s so sweet.
The last talking stage you’d had had ended because you “worked too much” and wouldn’t text him back in a timely manner. So to say the least: Dex was the most perfect man you’d ever met.
And he was amazing in bed, really, 10/10. He didn’t last two minutes and he actually gave you sex, not a simple fuck. Enough praise and kissing to make you see stars on its own. So amazing in fact that you’d kept thinking back to it, like right now, as you reached down under the big shirt you’d thrown on and slowly rubbed your clit, thinking about the groan Dex let out upon entry.
Dex could feel his pants getting tighter as he watched you drop your phone beside you and slowly finger yourself while moaning his name. He was experiencing some kind of high listening in through the mic he’d hid in your bedroom all those nights ago.
He used one hand to hold up his binoculars while the other one made quick work of undoing his pants and stroking himself.
notes: this was very random and self indulgent bc i was listening to She by Tyler, the creator and Frank Ocean but hopefully someone likes it!
Omg i am begging u i neeeed some good keegan smut, maybe after sparring when it got heated, or having to share a shower or bed. Honestly anything 🫶🫶🫶🫶
AHHH I HAVENT WRITTEN IN SOOO LOONGG im sry it took so long but i hope u like it!!! (especially since its been a while since i wrote smut)
I listened to earned it most of the time writing this🙏🏼
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Keegan is a really sore loser and he keeps getting annoyed that you keep bringing up the fact that u were better during sparring—until you learn why he stormed out.
𝐂𝐖: smut (i think thats it???) — afab!reader, fem!reader
Merrick had instructed everyone to find a partner for sparring, glaring at Keegan from across the room as you took a chug of water from your bottle. How could anybody act as insufferable as he did? Even after a year you still couldn’t tell if he acted smug on purpose or if he was genuinely like that.
You finally looked away when your little break was over and you had to return to the mats, on the way over Hesh joined beside you. “Everything okay?” he asked, you looked over at him, brows pinching together “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
“Maybe because you’ve been staring bullets into Keegan’s skull for the past five minutes,” Hesh said. “I was not doing that, Hesh, that’s ridiculous” You chuckled quietly, stepping onto the mat and waiting for Keegan to return. “Yeah right, if looks could kill, Keegan would be on the floor right now” he rolled his eyes and finally went back to his own partner to get back to training.
You scoffed quietly, though his words did have some truth to them, you’d always had this feeling of irritation whenever you were with keegan. Maybe it was the fact that he was truly cocky and annoying, yet he hid it so that nobody ever believed you.
Or maybe it was that he was annoyingly attractive and he knew it.
You shook your head and focused back on Merrick's voice as he shouted three rounds:three minutes
Finally Keegan was in front of you again and unfortunately looking much more ready than you felt to spar.
Round one began and much like the other times, Keegan got you pinned down. He grabbed your wrist, used your momentum against yourself and had you flat on the mat, his dogtags dangling in front you, clanging in together.
You pushed him away and got up again.
The second round began and this time, when he reached for your arm you pivoted, and in the next two seconds you had him pinned to the floor, wrists pressed against the black material. You planted your knees on either side of him. He looked surprised, albeit very subtly, but surprised nonetheless that you’d taken him down.
For a moment you both stayed on the floor, until some small flicker in Keegan's pale eyes changed his entire demeanor and he threw you off of him. You stood up and watched as he walked towards Merrick and then left the training room.
Unbelievable. “What a sore loser, he can’t even handle being taken down!” You scoffed as you watched the door shut.
“Forget about him,” Merrick said, replacing Keegan and sparring with you for the next round.
⸻
After training finished you took a quick shower and returned to the quarters. You sat on your small bed as you let your hair dry, you couldn’t stop thinking about the face Keegan made when you got him pinned to the ground. It was better than you could’ve imagined, seeing the smug look get wiped off his face so quickly.
You looked up when the door opened abruptly, of course it was Keegan. You laid back quietly, just listening to his footsteps and noises for a while as he changed out of his sweaty shirt.
“What are you giggling about?” he said, obviously annoyed by you as you tried—and failed—to hold back your laughs.
“Nothing… just thinking about what a sore loser you are” you said, bursting out laughing by the end of the sentence. You finally sat up and looked at him and he was rolling his eyes as he pulled down his clean black shirt. “I’m not a sore loser.”
“Yeah, totally, like you didn’t storm out and throw a tantrum because I beat you for once,” you shrugged and got out of bed.
“I did not throw a tantrum” he said, you rolled your eyes this time. “I had to leave”
“How convenient that you had to leave when I had you on the ground” you smiled, finally walking up to him to see the annoyance on his face in all its glory.
“Drop it, L/N,” he took a step closed, his pale blue eyes didn’t look so smug right now. He looked serious. “Admit it, you hated losing to me,” you raised your brows.
“Fine, I hated it, I hated being pinned by you, but I’m sure you would’ve hated feeling me more if I had stayed.” You almost miss what he says as he steps away. “Wait- excuse me?!”
“You heard me”
“No, I don’t think I understand you”
You stared at him for a few moments before it really set in. “Oh my gosh, I turned you on?” and thats when Keegans face really dropped. “I’m so flattered” you smirked.
“Shut up”
“Make me… oh wait you’d probably like doing that, huh?”
You laughed as you walked back to your bed. Getting a few steps away before Keegan pulled you back. His body pressed behind yours.
“Do you ever shut up?” he asked, you could feel his breath against your ear. “I’m never shutting up about this, this is an amazing discovery, I made Keegan Russ hard.”
“Stop saying that before I make you stop,” he says, you turn and look up at him “I’d really like to see you try.”
He grumbled something you didn’t hear and then he (finally) kissed you, letting out a groan as he pressed you against the wall.
One of your hands was planted on his chest and the other around his bicep as you kissed him back.
This was probably the messiest make out you’d ever had in your life, but no doubt it’s the best you’ve ever had. Months of pent up annoyance had led to this.
He pulled away, letting you catch your breath as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head.
“Good, I didn’t want to,” he said quietly and kissed you again, a bit slower this time, like he wanted you to feel it, to feel what he felt.
Finally he pulled away, his lips trailing down your neck as he slowly dropped to his knees. “Keegan!” you whispered
“I thought you didn’t want me to stop?” That smug look was back, and you hated it. (“Hated” it)
He continued, leaving kisses along your waist as he pulled your pants down. You don’t want to stop him at all, especially as he kisses your clothes mound.
“C’mon sweetheart, lay down for me” he says, too nicely that you do as he says, you sit back on your bed. “Someone could come in, Keegan”
“That would be terrible,” he hums and kisses your inner thighs “You’re not stopping me though… so I think that says a lot more about you than it does about me” he chuckles and hooks your thighs over his shoulders.
“You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he reassures you quietly “now please, lift your hips for me”
You do, raising them just enough for him to slide your underwear off, he stays silent for a moment and then finally leans in, giving a long lick along your slit. His nose nudges against your clit as he begins to devour your aching cunt.
Your fingers tangle in his black hair and tug at it as he laps at you. “so good,” he mumbles against you and then he goes back to eating you out.
He really loves how you taste, keeping his hands on your hips as he buries his tongue in you, he loves the way you’re back arches, the small sounds that escape you.
“Come for me” he mumbles and pushes further, the tip of tongue against your entrance as his nose slips slightly against your clit.
When you finally come on his tongue you have to catch your breath, panting softly as you lay back. “I hate you” you say quietly just to be met with his smile as he gets up. “I know.”
for a while he kisses you again, until he pressed the tent in his pants against you. “Need you,” he murmurs as he presses another kiss on the corner of your lips.
Keegan’s so grateful when you say you need him more. he pushes his pants and boxers down in one go. He gets a hold of his cock, the tip nudging against your entrance.
He groans as he pushes into you, he breathing heavily as caresses one of your thighs while his other arm stays planted beside your head.
“Tell me when you’re ready” he whispers, giving yourselves both time to adjust.
“Please” you whispered after a few moments. and then he began moving. He pressed his lips against yours once again as he fucked into you slowly. Groans and moans mixed into the kiss before you pulled away. “i- I thought you had more in you, Russ” you whispered.
And just like that he stopped being so nice, he thrusted harder and quicker than before, pounding into you. His hips slammed against yours, his tip hitting the sweet spot within you that made you moan so sweetly.
He gets a hold of one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder before doing the same with the other, moving quicker as he went deeper into you.
Finally, after a few minutes, you finally got release, coming and clenching around his cock. After, he pulled out, come spurting onto the sheets beneath the two of you.
You both laid back for a while, catching your breaths.
“So, you still hate me?”
“A little less,” you shrugged “I like knowing that I get you hard” you smiled.
Keegan turned to you and rolled his eyes.
BONUS (random thought): Hesh walks inside, grabbing his towel from a hook. "Hey, we're gonna go to the bar in a bit, wanna come?" he asks Keegan who is laying on his bed, shirtless, blanket covering his waist down.
"No, I'm good" he says, his forearm resting against his face, covering his eyes. "You sur-" "Yes, I'm completely sure."
Hesh rolls his eyes and is about to leave thinking Keegans just being cranky as always before keegan blurts out "Bring me back some food, whatever, just get me food, please!”
"Okay fine," hesh nods and opens the door again "Night, Keegan" he says and leaves.
You pulled the blanket off and huffed "That's what you get,” “I do not deserve to be bitten" he breathes heavily and guides your head back down to take him down your throat again.
Your grandma’s been mentioning that this nice young man has been helping her feed her cats whenever she's gone for physical therapy. You thought it was so nice that someone was helping her out while you weren’t around but of course your grandma being, well.. your grandma
she kept mentioning how amazing he was
“He’s such a good boy”
“He’s so handsome too, tall, blond, and a kind soul”
“I think he’s your age”
she was practically screaming in your face “DATE HIM” but you kept playing dumb, saying “thats nice of him” and “oh thats great, grandma” to at least TRY to get her to drop this
meanwhile, with Dex she was laying it on THICK saying “You’d be perfect for my granddaughter”
Every time he’s still at her apartment after shes already returned she says something like, “you’re so kind ben, y/n likes gentlemen”and he just has to say “im sure she does”
—
Then one day, you’re at her apartment waiting around, about to feed her cats, before its time to pick her up from physical therapy and suddenly you hear the door open, which confuses you because it could not be your grandmother, the woman who can’t get home on her own, let alone work the elevator by herself
so the only logical reason the door is being opened is because there’s an burglar coming in, so you instinctively grab the sharpest knife in the kitchen.
and then he comes in, the burglar… except he’s not wearing the typical black ski mask you imagined all robbers wore, instead his face is completely exposed. The thief’s handsome face is in clear view, And he raises both of his hands when you yell at him “who the hell are you?!” and hold the knife up
(dex would never be harmed by you but he plays along😭) he says “I’m Dex, I’ve been feeding Mrs. (L/N)’s cats for the past few months”
and you realize this handsome man is the man who’s been helping out your grandmother, and you just pulled a knife on him.
You apologize profusely and put the knife down “I thought my grandma told you you didn’t have to come over today,”
and Dex just says “She must’ve forgotten to mention that”
this was literally just inspired by the scene when he feeds his neighbors cat🤭
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Summary: Matt comes home after being concussed on the job with the assumption that you're a heavenly angel who has come to save him.
Warnings/Tags: I am not religious so please let me know if any of this is atrociously inaccurate, mentions of blood, head injuries
A mumbled prayer roused you from your sleep.
"—my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here—"
You shifted, lulling your craned neck forward until your chin rested on your exposed collarbone. The entirety of your lower body felt stiff, and your face contorted in a wince as a resounding crack stemmed up the entirety of your back when you shifted. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as a breeze brushed past your bare body, and you fisted the blanket messily draped over your half-naked figure.
"—ever this day at my side—" the voice plead. Your eyes twitched, and your vision was whittled with the haze of exhaustion as your eyelids audibly hinged with every weary blink.
The red trail staining the white carpet caught your attention first, spattering the floor from the wide-open window all the way to the dark puddling surrounding the dark figure knelt between where your spread legs hung over the edge of the living room couch.
You managed to slowly sit up from your place within the couch cushions, tired eyes tracing the harsh, tattered edges of what was left of the familiar mask barely enveloping his head.
"Matt," you whispered, watching his entire face twitch as he sniffled, and the hands intertwined over his mouth quickly moved to wipe the fresh string of blood which fell from his nose. "Jesus Christ."
"—to light and to guard," he forced himself to go on, clasping his fingers back together over his stained, split lips.
"Matt," you repeated, feeling unsolicited tears well in your eyes as you frantically looked over the rest of him. "Matt, what the hell happened?"
"—to rule and guide," he rasped, chest heaving at the finale. Words failed as your stunned silence followed the prayer of admiration only for the painful squeak of what was left of his leather suit to break it as he slowly and painfully tipped his head back, revealing the true mess of his bloody face. He parted his bright red lips, the mess splattering his teeth resembling crimson paint under the harsh, advertising lighting. He let out a shaky exhale. "Amen."
His blood-pasted lashes fluttered, and his blow wide pupils lazily rolled to look down the length of his face in your vague direction.
You opened your mouth to say something—anything, but you found yourself at a loss of words as you followed the gloveless hand he raised. The crimson tips of his fingers ghosted the apple of your cheek, and his unseeing eyes fluttered.
"You don't need to tell me," he murmured, cracked lips unmoving. "I know what you are."
"Matt," was all you could manage to say.
"I thank God for sending one of his messengers," he mumbled, still scared to touch you as his torn hand traced the outline of your shoulders, "to lead me away from where I have strayed."
"Mathew," you said, finding your voice. His contorted expression beneath what was left of his mask twitched your warm exhale as you leaned forward. Afraid of touching an injury, you tentatively skimmed your fingers along the sticky skin of his jaw, and his neck craned to follow the sensation of your ghostly touch. You met his foggy eyes. "You need to tell me where you're hurt, Matt."
"I thank Him," he mumbled wetly, his blink slow as his fingers brushed the thin strap of your sleepwear, "for sending someone to save me."
You quickly cupped the nape of his neck as his head threatened to fall back, and you felt the lump in your throat swell as you flexed your fingers through the sticky liquid coating the edges of his matted hairline. Withdrawing the offending hand, the thick coating of crimson had your vision wavering.
"Jesus," you whispered, insisting his head up enough to meet his wavering eye level. "Were you hit in the head, Matt?"
"You're here to..." he tried, but trailed off as his eyes rolled back to follow his mask as you slowly removed his tattered helmet, "...to save me right?"
Your entire face contorted, and you rolled your lips to stop yourself from making a sound as the extent of his injuries laid bare before you; the hollows of his unknowing eyes were dark and swollen, the bridge of his nose sharply twisted and broken. A deep cut you hadn't seen before extended from his hairline down to the crease of his brow, and what appeared to be the sighting of a bullet grazing at the edge of his jaw had blood still cascading down the side of his neck.
You inhaled slowly, doing your best to smother any audible shakiness.
"What am I saving you from, Matthew?"
He blinked, plush lips parting further.
"Save me," he wept, "from the devil inside 'me."
His swallow looked painful, and his chest shook out of desperation for air as he hung his head in your hands. Twin tears spilled down the raised texture of his cheeks, their trails red as they cleaned his marred skin.
You worded an apology before reaching forward and gathering him into your arms. A shocked sob rattled the entirety of his body as he quickly wrapped his arms around your body, burrowing his red face into your chest and desperately pawing your back for leverage as you cradled his hurting head.
"I will save you, Matthew," you murmured into his hairline. You cautiously carded your fingers through his tousled hair and hummed when you eventually found the origin of his delirious speech; a rather large, raised gash cut across his scalp, the angry, red crescent gouged into the side of his head.
He nuzzled his nose into your shirt, and you felt the warmth of his blood seep into the fabric as his arms tightened around you. Gently, you swept the hair from his forehead and managed to find a healthy patch of skin to plant a reassuring kiss against. "I will keep you safe, I promise."
"Thank you," he cried into you. "Thank you, God. Thank you."
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thinking abt Keegan Russ who goes back to school after being honorably discharged
and the first day of class you say hi to him but he doesn’t respond bc he’s half zoning out and half in disbelief that a pretty girl would say hi to him.
and ofc bc you’re not slick, he sees you trying to use your inhaler without being noticed.
and the next day he’s more irritable, chewing gum so harshly his jaw will start to ache but he’d rather go insane giving up smoking than watch you cough up a storm.
(sorry this is bad im craving keegan + soft imagines)
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