Kickin with Keegan

Keegan Hughes- No, I don't have a nickname and my last name is pronounced hue, the s is silent. Now that that's cleared up, I'm a security intern at Serenity house and all-around failure-at-everything-else. Oh, and I'm 23- so yeah, I'm allowed to be drinking this. Thanks.

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demixrivers:

Demi loved dominance. There was just something about a man who knew exactly what it was he wanted and how to go about getting it. But besides that, she was utterly and unknowingly selfish. Aiden’s full attention was completely captured by her and yet, here she was feeding into her disorder that she strongly claimed to not have. Had things not of gone so well with Aiden, Demetria would have already had Keegan in a hidden room somewhere, tugging at his shirt and tie but the brunette was going to have to learn a lesson on refraining herself. Cocking her head backwards, in half-disbelief at his answer, the painted plumps of her lips pressed up into a voluptuous smile or pride; even further so at his second set of words.

Sarcastically leaning in closer as he licked the smooths of his lips, Demi fluttered the fluffiness of her lashes. “Wait, you’re not always like that?” Her brows furrowed, in genuine shock at his confession before melting into a laugh as she gave in to her act, the slenderness of her fingers on his tricep yet again. By stepping forward and looking into the contents of her plastic cup, Demi let her forefinger tilt his chin upwards in the way you would as if about to kiss somebody. However, this was Demi Rivers; and she was a tease. Lowering her voice and staring intently into his eyes with her autumn-coloured pupils, she smirked. “I’ll tell you and let you have a sip if you tell me what you were thinking. How is that for a deal?” She teasingly asked, now only inches away from him.

Had they been anywhere else, Keegan would have already knocked the cup out of her hands and wound his own arms around the smaller girl, insisting they finish what they had started weeks prior to their current altercation. Alas, he was on duty, and he was pressing his upper back against the wall he was stationed against as his eyes greedily loomed over the sculpted curves of her figure on full display for all to see. Ignoring her fingers, his lips curled up into a smirk; “Yeah, surprised?” He inquired mockingly, furry brows lifting curiously at her. When her finger touched his chin, he glanced down at her and then back up, carefully lifting his own hand so that he could wrap his fingers around her wrist. “Now just what do you think you’re doing, Miss Rivers?” Keegan muttered distastefully, his tone thick with mockery. “Last time I checked, drinking was against the rules and this type of behavior, especially with a staff member, is just beyond inappropriate, don’t you think?” He then pulled her closer, his head tilting as he bit on the corner of his lip. “Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t discipline you.”

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demixrivers:

It was Keegan’s desiring gaze that caught her attention in the first place and thank god, he had been staring at her. His sculptured jawline already looked far too tempting and his bold eyes had practically commanded that she made his way over to him. The truth was, Keegan was far too intriguing and hot to just be ignored that night. Demi knew that his eyes had been fixated on her for the entire evening; she could see the appreciation that glimmered in his browns, the tantalized smirk that tugged at his lips. And now she was here, in front of him.

“I am enjoying myself, are you Mr Hughes?” She murmured, resting her delicate touch on his bicep as her now, nearby to his ear, whisper sent a short breath travelling down his neck. Pulling back slowly, Demetria teasingly let the tip of her tongue flicker over her upper lip, raising her glass to take one long, taunting sip from the straw. The sweetness of the punch, combined with the burning of the vodka caused her to let loose more, reaching for the male’s tricep; dutch courage still striking through her being. The brunette battered her lashes in his direction as she allowed her hips to roll back and forth, in time with the music as her hair gently graced over her bare back. “I saw you staring at me from across the room. And you weren’t looking at me as if you just wanted to- fuck me.” Her voice had lowered back into its whisper, edging closer to Keegan so that only her could hear her; her waist now closer to him, still effortlessly moving in time to the music that was playing as a smile pulled onto her lips, proud of herself.

Having heard rumors of Demi and another whack-job, Keegan had told himself to tread with caution. The last thing he needed was to get involved in some petty drama with an angry sheep-dog who was hardly able to handle the real world. It took everything within him not to wind himself around her, press her figure up against his own and have his way with her. In fact, it was a thought he constantly had ever since their altercation... She smelt heavily of influential fluids, his lips pressing into an amused grin as his brows lifting in curiosity. “Not really,” he answered honestly, tilting his head as his gaze flickered down her figure. “-But seeing you makes up for it,” he added on with a cheeky wink, keeping his hands folded in front of him- knowing that if he dared to reach for her, everyone would see.

He let his tongue slip out along his lower lip, shrugging his shoulders in response to her comment. “Sometimes I’m not just a selfish, horny prick. Surprised?” Keegan taunted her with a playful roll of his eyes, glancing down at her hips as they rocked in time with the music, his tongue slipping out to glide along his lower lip as his eyes flickered back up to her face. “Whatcha drinking?” He inquired as he took a step forward, peering over the rim of her cup to see the colored contents- already knowing damn well what she was drinking. 

[serena-healy]

Serena swayed slightly in her step as all of the vodka she had drank coursed through her veins. Her frail stature and nutrition deprived body made her in to somewhat of a lightweight as she moved along with the music. With a drink in hand she was doing relatively well until she found herself accidentally tripping over the foot of an unsuspecting bystander. Without thinking she threw her hands out and wrapped them around their neck to stop herself from falling all the way to the floor. “Whoops,” she said, a slightly embarrassed look on her face before she finally noticed who it was. “Ah it’s you!” she exclaimed, trying to pull herself back to her feet. “Are you getting déjà vu as well or is that just me?”

@damnitkeegan

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Keegan had noticed her swaying like a decaying tree about to be uprooted, and he was quick to step in and make sure she was okay. He was attempting to make a good impression on the Head of Staff who was lingering around the ball somewhere. Keegan needed to be promoted to a full time Security Guard- this internship thing wasn’t working out for him. When the figure dipped and fell into his arms, he was pleased to see who it was, a smug grin possessing his features almost immediately. “Hah, it sure does seem like you’re always falling into me,” he purred teasingly, scrunching up her nose when he could smell her laughter. “Is that vodka I smell on you?”

[demixrivers-blog]

Dutch courage. That was the word best used to describe Demetria when it came to drinking but as her and Serena had childishly ran away from their dates in the drunken fuelled mess that they were currently in, the shorter brunette couldn’t help but feel captivated by a certain somebody at the Snowball. It was Keegan. About two weeks had passed since she had last seen him and she felt the need to go and talk to him, allowing her friend to continue onward. Gracefully stepping in the direction of the Security ‘Guard’, the corners of her pinks curved up into a delicate smile, feeling somewhat pleased to see him. Enthusiastically by his side now, Demi gently nudged into his bicep, her eyes meeting his. “Miss me?” It wasn’t that Aiden wasn’t enough but her disorder was getting the best of her, especially in the vulnerable state that she was currently in. Desperately seeking the attention of the other male could seriously ruin things between her and Aiden if she let anything grow out of hand. But on that note, Keegan was looking hot in his suit, and the shorter brunette knew that provocative thoughts would soon be attacking his imagination at the sight of her. Wearing a revealing, laced dress that showed the perfect dip in her back that he had had pressed to the wall at the bottom of the main stairwell just weeks ago, the girl couldn’t help but spin in one slow circle, desperate to show herself off to the man in front. 

@damnitkeegan

[damnitkeegan-blog]

Keegan would be lying if he were to say he hadn’t been staring at her all night. She seemed to hover on the dull, carpeted floor and bring life to every square of land she stepped on. Perhaps it was a bit sappy of him, but he was distracted by the way her hair caught the light and how her smile seemed to literally sparkly.

Oh who was he kidding? Keegan was totally staring at her ass.

His lip was tucked well between his teeth, hands crossed in front of him as he watched her with intent eyes, brows raised in an observing fashion. He was clad in his own decorative attire, having taken it upon himself to try and dig up an old suit, but to his misfortune- he had only found the blazer. So he did the best he could, pulling on black slacks, a nice collared shirt and throwing on the blazer overtop it. His badge was still proudly pinned above his right peck, his security belt still holding his plethora of security gadgets- but he looked clean. When she had sauntered over to him, he ran his tongue along his lower lip and quirked a brow at her, an intrusive gleam twinkling in his eyes as he was given the full 360 view up close. “Enjoying yourself?” He inquired lowly, his voice thick with interest as he tilted his head, tempting her with an innuendo. 

[serena-healy]

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Keegan was beginning to grow impatient with himself, cursing within the confines of his mind for taking so long to remove her fabrications from her body. Her porcelain skin was so pristine and unmarked and he wanted nothing but to pain bruises and marks all over it- a pallet of kisses and bites and indents from his nails. The plea of her manners and the raking of her nails along his scalp were enough to send shivers down her spine, his body tensing as her own quivered beneath his touch. Finally, after moments of torturous teasing, the man hooked his fingers in the skimpy straps of her underwear and sat himself up a bit to peel the dampened fabric from body, watching his movements before dangling the skimpy fabric before her. “Keeping these,” he taunted, stuff the garment into his back pocket before realigning himself in front of her. Large biceps curled under thin legs, hoisting her thighs up onto his shoulders so he could get as close to her as possible. The heat radiating off of her was enough to make him pant, the scent of her so close to his nose made his face wrinkle with anticipation. Fuck, girls were so insanely hot. He then allowed his tongue to press flat against her, gifting her the sensation of it after making her wait so patiently for it. When her hips ground against him, he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her- and then he went for it. He started slowly, allowing his tongue to slide between her dampened folds until it reached the hood of her clit, teasing the button with the tip of his tongue as his fingers clung to her thighs- holding Serena’s body steady so he could develop an uninterrupted rhythm. The muscle then moved southwards again, probing and sliding against her slick center, dark eyes peering up at her to gauge each reaction to his tongue's movements. 

[chlobenet]

[egomenthol]

[dollmorgue]

He loved asses so much, he became one.

(via dollmorgue)

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[demixrivers-blog]

“So, what is it going to take for you to vote me as Snowball Queen?”

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“Hm...well, not a lot. Maybe just a nomination for king and a really, really hot babe wearing like a really sexy dress with chocolates- Yeah, that would work.” Then, he glanced over at her and cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders and folding his arms. “Or...maybe just the nomination would be fine....I’ve got enough babes... for now.” 

[eliasadamsscott-blog]

“If this were a real monarchy, we wouldn’t vote for our queen you know. I’d either be born into it or I could take it by force. And that’s why you should vote for me. Because I know things.”

[damnitkeegan-blog]

Keegan glanced over at the little girl with an intense amount of confusion and bewilderment. “Oh really?” He asked rhetorically, having no interest in what she was saying, more appalled that such a small child was so...educated. Weren’t kids supposed to be stupid? Picking their noses? Running around with cooties? “I don’t think anyone is going to be voting for a smart-ass little gremlin, what are you- like five? six? two?”

[chertovskii]

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serena-healy:

A surge of pride welled in the man’s chest as he could not only hear her voice but feel the vibrations of her response to his touches against his lips. Engrossed in his own entertainment, he wasn’t even able to formulate responses to whatever the hell she was saying, and frankly, he didn’t really care what she was saying. He heard her body speaking, his head wanting to press against her chest and listen to the quick beating of her heart as his hand pressed and worked in rhythmic motions between already-trembling thighs. Keegan fuckin’ loved girls for this very reason- they were so eager to be touched and worked with. He didn’t understand why men only enjoyed receiving. If anything, Keegan found more delight in knowing he was the cause of a rare breed of orgasm- the orgasm of a woman- then to have one himself. Shushing her demands with pursed lips, Keegan began to vacate his lips south-wards. Swelling petals glided across the pallet of freckles and beauty marks that decorated her skin, not paying any mind to the valley curve of her stomach and the prominent erectness of her hipbones. His other hand slowly vacated her pants once more, admiring the slickness of his fingers as he held them up to admire. He didn’t say anything, he only presented a smug smirk across his lips as he gazed tauntingly over at her. Then, as a typical fuck boy would do, he treated himself to the flavor coating his fingers and popped the two digits between his lips. His other hand rested beside her naval to stop her hips from bucking as her body protested his current actions. “So greedy,” he muttered with mock amusement after removing his fingers from his own mouth, he unbuttoned her jeans the rest of the way and in a swift motion, he peeled the denim from her legs. Then, scooting her figure upwards so he could comfortably lay between her milk-maid legs, he placed a series of tender kisses to the inner sides of her thighs. They were soft and delicate like butterfly wings brushing against her skin, Keegan’s darkening eyes moving upwards to gauge her reaction to his relentless and shameless teasing. He knew damn well what she wanted, and he knew exactly how to give it to her- as the cocky many was a pro at this point. Alas, he was also an asshole and loved to be needed and loved to have the upper hand. It was who he was- he couldn’t help it. “Now is that any way to talk to a staff member? With no manners? Just demands?” He inquired, his voice mocking as he raised his brows, allowing his mouth to hover over her covered-center before moving to the adjacent leg, moving back down her thigh once more, allowing his hands to move downwards and rest firmly against her hips, toying with the string of the underwear that still shielded her from him. 

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serena-healy:

Each moment he spent focusing his attention on her, the more he realized how slow his movements felt- how impatient he was becoming. When she obliged to his demand, lifting her thin, slender frame into his arm, he propped her against the back of the door once more, holding her hips in place with his own, allowing his hands to rake up her sides and curl around her covered chest, kneading her breasts in his warm palms for a moment before placing a chaste kiss above her naval, working his lips up until he was kissing the fabric between the two cups of her bralette. “Which bed is yours?” He inquired against her skin, waiting for her to gesture before backing from the wall and basically tossing her onto the unmade comforter. The broad-built man wasted no time climbing ontop of her, allowing his body to rock and grind against hers as he propped his hands on either side of her head, gazing down at her with glimmering eyes filled with hunger and impatience. He then curled his hands around her torso once more and swiftly undid the clasp of the lacy bralette, removing the fabric from her milkmaid skin and tossing it carelessly to the side. “That looks much prettier on the floor,” he joked with a gruff voice, bowing his head to lay soft, gentle kisses on the soft buds of her chest, one hand propping himself up as the other moved back to her stomach, beginning to trace patterns leading down to the band of her jeans once more- teasing and taunting her with calloused fingertips. Keegan’s brown eyes flickered up to her face, gauging her reaction as his tongue poked out and drew a lazy circle around one of her now exposed nipples, blowing a soft stream of cool air against it shortly after as his other hand palmed her over her denim pants. The heel of his hand ground tauntingly against her middle, growing impatient as he then forced the metal button of her jeans through the slit and then lazily drawing down the zipper. Simultaneously, he wrapped his lips around her nipple once more, tongue and teeth working in a melodic fashion to harden the soft tissue as his other hand migrated back to previous territory- though this time, it ducked beneath the band of her knickers as well. Keegan sucked in a sharp breath when the pads of his fingers ducked deeper between her legs, greeted with the result of his teasing moments before, his breath hot as it fanned against her chest. “Christ...Eager, are we?” Though his voice carried no playful tone- it was rasped and rough, a warmth pulsing through his entire begin as he began to repeat his past actions- lips working against her chest once more as his fingers developed a smooth rhythm, gliding like marbles on silk against her. 

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serena-healy:

The noises drawing from the girls throat were enough to make Keegan bloat with pride. They were exactly what he had wanted to hear, if not better, melodic to his ears and more beautiful than any song an orchestra could produce. His fingers plucked and teased her as if her body was the strings of a violin, enjoying the sounds that vibrated against his lips as they were captured once more by hers. A throaty growl of his own emitted as he tasted the sounds dripping from her lips and felt her nails against his scalp. The action encouraged his fingers to quicken, beginning to find a rhythm as they worked in a series of quick, fluid circles against her. He felt her hips grind forward against his hands and a chuckle- a daunting one- drew from his lips. “Impatient, are we?” He spoke against the shell of her ear, eyes flickering down as her fingers worked at his belt. his tongue moving out to swipe along his lip again. After another taunting pressing of his fingers, he removed his hand from between her legs and quickly began working at the white button up, quickly slipping each plastic disc through its corresponding slit until the fabric was able to easily fall off his toned torso. He then pressed his palms flat against her stomach and rolled around and up her back taking the fabric of her own shirt with her before he encouraged her arms up and slipped the shirt off. He then glanced greedily at her figure, ignoring the prominent device on her chest as his hands moved down her back to curl around her rear, bringing her body closer to his so their skin was touching- the heat between them almost causing sweat to bead on his forehead. He pressed his lips back against hers, allowing her tongue to graze his lips before parting them to welcome it muttering “Jump” against her mouth. 

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Keegan, no longer wishing to use words, allowed her to pluck his lower lip between her teeth, another throaty groan drawing past his lips as his one hand possessively tightened it’s hold on her hip. When her teeth released him from their hold, he allowed the tip of his tongue to swipe along the surface of his lips, dampening them as his darkened gaze flickered greedily down to her lips. Keegan was no longer in the mood for games, and her taunting was no longer something he wanted to listen to. Oh no, Keegan had a different sound in mind he knew would be like a symphony to hear, ever more operatic then the ensemble of instruments- and he knew exactly how to draw it from her. After allowing his lips to linger near her own, he bowed his head forward and finally allowed them to connect, his fingers instantaneously invading her jeans so he was palming her over her undergarments, the warmth making his muscles quiver with anticipation as he pressed himself harder against her, allowing his teeth to nip mockingly at the skin of her lower lip. When he could taste her lack of breath, the quick-working of her lungs as they attempted to feed her body air, he moved his lips along her jaw as he puckered them against the skin beneath her ear, nipping and sucking at the same spot to ensure there would be a dark purple bruise in the wake of his actions. As his mouth drew blood to the surface beneath the skin of her neck, his palm was warmed by the heat emitting from her lower half. His fingers dared to crawl lower, pressing tauntingly against the dampening fabric, the pads tapping along the clothed bundle of nerves as he longed to draw a sound from her. “I can certainly handle you,” he whispered with a thick rasp to his voice, moving his head back to admire the dark mark he had embellished on her skin. 

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demixrivers:

Keegan was smooth, that was for sure. But with all smooth guys, came a rocketing ego, one that the Security Intern so proudly wore, that he might as well have had a designated badge under the Security one that he boastingly flashed amongst the handful of the times she had met him. Still though, she couldn’t help but find his humour or sarcasm compelling. Demetria could feel his fingers claiming her waist again, his breath travelling down her neck in the same fashion that it had already done. “You wouldn’t fuck Doctor Holmes? I mean, everybody loves a strong, assertive and dominant male-“ She said, confidently, leaning in closer towards him, only to lower her tone into an almost whisper shortly after. “Am I right?”

Demi wouldn’t let herself fall back into Keegan’s net though; she had to claim her own superiority over him, if she wanted to be able to get her own way here. The male held the keys to having a free reign over Serenity, access to anywhere she wanted, getting off the hook for troublesome behaviour. If she could succumb to him and act as though she had fallen into his tantalizing trap, he would be far more lenient with her opposed to the other boring patients who weren’t so sexually orientated. Leaning in to nip on his lower lip once more, Demi took it in between her teeth and dragged it back slowly to shoot him one last teasing look. “So you don’t want to fuck Doctor Holmes… That only leaves Jenkins, Hastings, Sykes, Rathaway…” She let out a breathy chuckle as she listed a majority of the male staff that she could remember before heading back towards the stairwell that would lead her to her room.

His brown eyes caught the glimmer of the flickering fluorescent light dangling above the stairwell as a taunting smirk decorated the curve of his lips. At her words, he subtly slipped his lower lip between his teeth and allowed her to detach from him, leaving his hands light and nimble- prepared to grasp her in case she decided to fall back into his grip. Alas, as the smaller brunette rocked forward to capture his attention with her prideful posture and painted lips, he could feel his self-control deteriorating. Jesus, why was Serenity filled to the brim with hot attractive girls draping themselves all over him? He knew he was good looking but damn- this was new, even for him. “Doctor Parris...his wife,” Keegan added on, allowing his posture to drift as he turned his body away from hers, letting her parade away as she carried her dressed figure towards the stairs.

In an act of boldness, and desperation, the young man took one stride forward and had already caught up with her, hands capturing her curved waist as he drew her frame back towards his own. Her back was to him and he easily slipped his toned arms possessively around her waist. “Ah ah ah, young lady, you’re in trouble,” he informed her mockingly, brushing his lips against the exposed skin where shoulder met throat. “Big, big trouble...You’re not going anywhere just yet.”