#ALEXKELLERCHALLENGE

[cumikering]

Alex Keller x reader 4

2.2k | soft smut, face riding, boobjob

You could get used to this (part 1)

This is the last one, I promise <3 @glitterypirateduck

Alex swore he’d never get tired of looking at you coming out of his shower. He lied in bed with a smile, a hand propping himself up, waiting for you to join him. The way your soft skin glowed, your cheeks rosy from the heat – he could get used to this. His shirt was the best thing you could ever wear.

You climbed into bed, pressing your forehead against his, eyes shut. He breathed deeply as his thumb caressed your cheek. Saturday nights spent at his apartment like so became a comfortable routine.

I wish you never have to leave.

Your hand snuck under his shirt, scratching his back and he let out a satisfied hum. You always knew how to make him feel good.

Just wanna stay like this forever.

His eyes opened to meet your smile. “Can we be more than this?” he breathed.

Wait, no. He wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. His heartbeat picked up.

“What do you mean?”

He knew you were teasing, but he lost his cool all the same.

“Nevermind,” he mumbled, rolling onto his back.

Your gaze softened as you hovered over him, cradling his face. “You can just ask, you know.”

“I’m scared you don’t feel the same,” he said, almost pleading.

“Should I be the one asking?” A finger trailed along his bearded jaw. “I don’t mind.”

“Do you want me? Do you want to be mine?” His voice heavy with hope.

“I thought I made it clear.” You smiled, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I do. I want you, Alex.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he said breathlessly.

He pulled you in by the waist, cupping your face with another hand. He took no time to part your lips, desperately wanting to feel your tongue on his. It felt like he’d waited forever to hear the words from you. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could still taste them on you.

Alex kneaded your hip, rolling you to you back without breaking the kiss. He climbed over you, his knee between your legs, grinding against your thigh. You hummed as he quickly hardened, groaning softly. It felt like he was constantly half hard around you, always a light touch or two away from being ready for you. Your hands slid under his shirt, roaming his powerful back.

“Are you mine?”

Your eyes shut as you savoured him. You hummed mindlessly.

“Tell me,” he said between kisses. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Alex,” you mustered, eyes half lidded.

His heart swelled with pride knowing he was the cause of the reaction. “Good.”

“Are you mine?” you said against his lips.

“Always been.”

You tugged at his shirt. He swiftly took it off before minding your attire. He took a moment admire your bare chest, your nipples hardened. Your gaze trailed down to his erection before tracing over his waistband, making his abdomen clench in anticipation.

Alex leaned into the crook of you neck, planting kisses down between your breasts, you fingers in his hair. From here under his lashes, you were more beautiful than he’d ever imagined. He moved his knee over, now caging you under him. He sucked on a nipple while gently pinching the other, earning him soft whimpers.

“Can I come on your beautiful tits?”

You hummed, eyes shut.

He went back up to the other side of you neck. “I want to taste you, make you come on my face,” he said between kisses, a hand kneading your ass.

“Please,” you pleaded, leading his hand to your waistband, watching him through half lidded eyes.

“You never have to beg with me. I’m yours.“

Kneeling before you, Alex took his time pulling your shorts down, revealing your underwear where a dark patch had formed. He planted kisses along your thigh and calf, before tossing the fabric aside. He watched closely as he spread your legs apart, revealing your glistening folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. Did I do this?” he asked in a low voice, looking up to you briefly as you nodded, your lip between your teeth. “Such a pretty pussy. Is this all for me?”

He lied on his stomach and wrapped his arms around your soft thighs. He jerked you towards him, promptly kissing around your wet lips making you gasp.

“Tell me what to do. Want to make you feel good.” He kissed your nub before swirling around it, maintaining eye contact.

“Yes, keep going,” you said breathlessly, your fingers in his hair.

He picked up his pace, flicking continuously, occasionally licking all the way up from your leaking opening, collecting your juices on his tongue. He wasn’t shy at all about slurping you.

“Now, you, are delicious,” he said against your clit.

“Finger me.”

He wet a finger in his mouth before guiding it to your dripping opening, sliding right into you. He could feel how warm you were, how you clamped down on him. His cock twitched in his sweats.

Alex moved his hand back and forth, making you gasp. He watched as you threw your head back, whimpering softly, jaw slack. You squeezed your tits together, playing with your nipples.

“You look so good doing that. Fuck, I can’t wait to come on them.”

He pumped faster, the squelching audible, before leaning in again to purse your swollen nub with his lips. Your hips bucked under him as you moaned and moaned.

“Another finger?”

When you nodded, he pulled out, watching the line of your juices clung to his finger. He sucked it off, absolutely enjoying your taste, before inserting two fingers back in. He felt the resistance and yet you were so slippery that he plunged in immediately. He picked up his pace as his tongue found your clit.

You pulled him close, grinding into his face. “Faster, baby,” you choked out between your increasingly vocal moans.

The sounds you were making sounded too sweet, sending another jolt down his heavy cock. He humped the bed for much needed friction, causing him to grunt lowly.

It was your first time calling him baby. It was a simple gesture, yet the warmth spread in his chest.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed and pulled his waistband low enough to free his length. He hooked his arms over your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. His lips connected with your sopping pussy, looking up at you. He hummed as he jerked himself, fingers dripping with your slippery juices, imagining how wonderful it would feel to be in you, his aching cock drowned in you wetness.

Mirror on the side, you could see how Alex hunched over you, stroking himself frantically, head bobbing as he relentlessly ate you. He probably didn’t intend for you to see. It felt obscene, like it was private to watch him so eager for you, and yet you couldn’t look away.

You watched as his strong arm flexed around your thigh as he held you in place, how his hips bucked, fucking his own fist as he let out small moans against your pussy. The sight was so raw that it pushed you so close to you release.

“Al- you’re gonna make me come,” you said urgently.

He pulled away. “Not yet. Ride my face.”

He lied beside you and led you on top of him. You were hazy, palms against the wall behind the bed. Your pussy clenched from the delayed release, your juices mixing with his spit dripped down your thighs.

You barely settled over him when he pulled you down, his tattooed arms secure around your thighs, rocking you over him. You bit back a moan.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Want the neighbours to know I’m making you feel good.” He loved looking up at you like this. Your lips apart, panting, his name at the tip of your tongue. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.

You fisted his hair as you thrusted, head thrown back.

“Sorry, where are my manners. Shouldn’t be talking with my mouth full.”

His fingertips dug onto your thighs, helping you slide on his flicking tongue. When he sucked your clit, you cried out in pleasure, your thighs trembling.

“Come for me, want to taste you.” Another bead of precum dripped down his length. “I’m going to make you come again after this,” he said between licks.

“Oh- Alex, Alex, I’m coming,” you whined.

Your hips bucked, fingers pulling on his hair as your juices ran down his chin. He flicked languidly as you rode out your high before you pushed off him from over sensitivity. You lied beside him, your shaky thighs closed up haphazardly.

He sat up, grinning at you. You looked at him with lidded eyes, your sweet lips parted. You were absolutely gorgeous, blushing after your high, making him swell with pride.

“Was that good?” He rubbed your thigh.

“The best.” You cupped his face.

“I hope you know how much I enjoyed your pussy.” He gave you a chaste kiss. “You got me real thirsty. Need you to give me some more.”

You smiled, reaching for his cock and stroking it gently. “Do you still want to fuck my tits?”

“I only wanted to come on them, but fucking them would be even better.”

You led him to the edge of the bed, and you knelt on the floor between his muscular thighs. Alex propped his head up with pillows, eager to watch you leaning into his wanton cock as his fists clenched. Your hair fell around your face, brushing against his stomach. He gathered your hair, pulling it to one side as you kissed him all over his abdomen. His heavy cock leaked from the contact.

You licked along his length, from the wide base up to his tip before slipping his head into your hot mouth. He thrusted up into you, brushing against the roof of your mouth, finding the sight of your sweet lips wrapped around him incredibly sensual.

You moved up and down, spit pooling around his base, dribbling down to his balls. You worked your way lower and lower, revealing his glistening cock when you pulled away. After a few more attempts, he could tell you were struggling to get to the base, feeling you holding down your gag reflex.

He caressed your face. “Please, you don’t need to do that.”

“Want to make you feel good.” You stroked him as you swallowed.

“You make me feel good whatever you do. Don’t want to see you gag like that, please.”

You palmed the remaining juices from you pussy, smearing it all over his length. You pushed your tits together, engulfing him, before moving over his length. He groaned, watching how his tip disappeared with each stroke.

“You have a gorgeous cock. I love it in my mouth.” Your lips parted, sticking your tongue out.

He thrusted up, grunting as the tip of his throbbing cock rested against your hot, wet tongue. You flicked its underside and swirled over the head. His hips bucked with another sharp breath. It was just like what he always imagined.

“Oh shit,” he choked.

You held your gaze on him as you bounced, his cock peeking out each time. He loved how soft and full you tits were wrapped around him. His heart swelled seeing how willing you were to please him.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Spit on my cock.”

Not missing a beat, you obliged, making him slide in and out more easily.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He reached out to brush your lower lip with his thumb. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You tilted into his touch. “Come for me, Alex. Want you to come on my tits.” You pursed your lips around his thumb.

That pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his hips lifted to meet you. Thick ropes of come shot up to your neck before dribbling down your tits and fingers. You kept pumping at a steady pace, milking him dry.

He had a giddy smile as his breathing evened out. You sat next to him and reached over for some tissue on the nightstand. He beat you to it and cleaned you up, your chin and neck first down to your fingers, before wiping himself.

Alex pulled you to him as he lied back down. “That was lovely,” he said, kissing the top of your head, massaging the back of your thigh up to the swell of your ass. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You hummed, smiling against his chest. You traced mindless patterns over his tattoos down to his wrist before lacing your fingers with his. The both of you laid in silence, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing soothing against yours.

You looked up at his blue eyes gazing down on you, a faint smile on his lips.

You could get used to this.

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Drinking Gasoline

For the Alex Keller Challenge hosted by @glitterypirateduck

Some sparring with Alex leads to flirtation, and maybe more.

I used "Don't look at me like that" for this one. And lots of flirting.

Warnings: Flirting, kissing, light sparring, more flirting.

Word count: 1k

You smirked at Alex, standing across from him. He'd asked for your help in going over a few things. It was one of the things you liked about him - his ego didn't get in his way. 

“Sure you're ready, Keller?” You kept the twunt light, easy-going, fun. Not serious. He was already probably one of the most dangerous people you worked with. 

And you didn't just mean his combat skills. 

“Oh I'm ready for you.” He grinned, just as easy and teasing. 

You chuckled and started moving, going through the steps slowly at first to be sure he saw it all. 

His form was good, as always. He was attentive, gaze intent on you, not at all worried about taking instruction from a woman. When he ran through the moves on his own, you stepped around him, watching. 

But he was good. He was gorgeous really, tank top showing off toned shoulders, hair just a little mussed from the activity. 

“Good,” you murmured. “Now let's see you put it in practice.” You stepped across to the other side of the mats, smirking. 

Alex met your smirk with his own, easy and confident. Yet another reason you liked sparring with him - he was always a good challenge. 

The first time, you got him on the mats quickly. His attempt to buck you off just seated you more firmly on him. 

You grinned down at him, privately enjoying the sight of him under you. “Nice try,” you said, amused. 

“Oh just wait.” He grinned back at you, apparently totally undaunted. “Still gettin’ warmed up for you.” 

You fought down the warmth he inspired seemingly effortlessly. You two bantered. It was a thing you did. Not a big deal. 

“Well, unless you plan to spend all afternoon on your back, you better get moving.” You pushed up to your feet and stepped away, giving him a chance to get up and back into position. 

But you caught him licking his lips, eyes on you as he stood. Electricity zinged down your spine, the thrill of possibility. 

Unless you were misreading this…? 

You got caught up in the heat in his eyes, the way he moved. You forgot to check his feet. 

Really, you had nobody but yourself to blame when he swept your legs out, sending your sprawling to the mats. He was on you before you could recover, pinning you down, face close to yours. 

“What was that about spending the afternoon on my back?” He teased, grip firm without hurting you. 

You laughed, a little breathless. “I stand corrected,” you murmured. “Or, well. Y'know.” 

He chuckled, easing his grip on you and backing off slowly. His touch lingered on your skin, and he didn't go far. “One more go?”

“Sure.” You pushed up to your feet again, breathing in deep. One more and then you'd go clear your head. This was training, not flirting. 

Now you just needed to remind your heart (and certain other parts of you) of that fact. 

“You seem distracted,” Alex taunted as the two of you circled slowly, looking for openings. “Am I not entertaining enough for you?” 

You snorted. “Oh, you're a handful,” you agreed, letting your gaze rake over him, just once, slowly. Slowly enough that you were sure he caught it. 

He licked his lips again. “Seems like you're up to the challenge.”

“I do love a good challenge.” You shifted your weight, looking for an opening. 

Alex smiled slowly, shifting his weight. You lunged towards him, not holding back. 

This round lasted longer than the previous two, the two of you trading blows and both trying to get the other down to the mats. You were both sweaty when you stepped back, looking for an opening. You just needed a little–

Alex moved fast, one final flurry of movements that ended with you face-down on the mats, his weight pinning you down. You slapped the mats twice, and he released you, grinning broadly. 

“Well? I pass muster?” 

You laughed a little, sitting up carefully. “Yeah you do,” you agreed, rolling your shoulders. “Damn, Keller.” 

His smile dipped, just a little. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” You smiled, softer than you intended. “I'm fine.” 

Alex shuffled forward, one hand on your shoulder, giving you a quick once-over. Then another, slower look, his lips parting just a little. 

“Don't look at me like that,” you whispered, eyes wide and fixed on his lips. 

“Like what?” He leaned in closer, slowly, his hand creeping closer to your collarbone. 

The door hit the wall with a clang, and you both jumped. 

You swallowed, looking back at Alex. Moment of truth. “Let's finish this elsewhere?” 

Alex smiled slowly. “I know a place.” He stood and offered you a hand up, which you took. The two of you passed the group of four with only a nod. 

Alex opened the door to his room, allowing you in first. As soon as the door closed behind him he was on you, fingers curled around your waist, barely any space between the two of you. 

“Tell me this is okay,” he murmured. “Tell me I read this right.” 

“You did,” you reassured him, one hand curling around the nape of his neck. “Now shut up and kiss me.” 

He grinned, cheeky and a little adoring. “Yes ma'am.” He kissed you passionately, the two of you gravitating closer until there was no space between you. 

Finally. 

[ivymarquis]

Garnish

Pairing| Alex Keller x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Free use smut (pre-negotiated terms), dirty talk, a brief sprinkle of dummification

For @glitterypirateduck's Alex Keller Challenge!!! lmao idk why I was so intimidated writing this. I haven't really been the biggest Keller girlie so I had no idea where to go with his voice. Obviously the best way to try and get a handle on it was to write a filthy PWP :) "I bet the neighbors know my name"

Alex would know those earrings anywhere.

They are, without question, his favorite pair of hers. And while a part of him has hoped she would decide to don them after his return home, until this morning the jewelry’d remained sitting in her jewelry box. 

Of course they are his favorite for a very specific reason.

The idea of roleplaying a free use housewife fantasy just scratches a deep seated itch inside the both of them. He's already got plans- one day in the very near future- for how he wants to put a ring on that pretty finger. Take the 'house wife' part out of the fantasy by entrenching it firmly in reality where it belongs.

But right now his thoughts are focused less on the engagement band and more on the pair of earrings dangling with every tilt and move of her head. She's taunting him.

The "rules'' are pretty simple. If she's wearing the earrings, Alex has full rein to treat her to like a personal fuck doll whenever and wherever the mood strikes him and she'll go along with it. When she's done playing, the earrings go back in the jewelry box and their sex life is the same as any other couples.

The second he sees her- having walked from the mutual bedroom to their kitchen where he found her upon waking up- he decides that today will be a lot more fun if he takes a slightly different approach to start.

He gives zero acknowledgement of the dangly jewelry despite the fact that he knows she knows there's no way he didn't see them. Just gives a half-sleepy smile and presses an affectionate peck to her temple while murmuring "Good morning, pumpkin." and it takes everything in him to not crack a grin at the indignant look on her face.

No doubt she expects him to jump the moment she gives the go ahead. To pin her down against the cabinets with one arm, lift her skirt with the other and have his wicked wicked way with her.

Oh no, dear heart.

They sit and have a perfectly normal breakfast. Or at least Alex does. His pumpkin looks wild eyed and a little suspicious at his newfound self control. Clearly not expecting it and doesn't know what to do with herself about it.

"Did you sleep alright last night?" he poses the perfectly innocent question. He's being an asshole- he knows it, but he's having too much fun. He knows damn well she slept fine last night because he wore her ass out. Could barely keep her awake long enough to clean everything up.

"Yes, did you?"

"Like a baby. You seem a little jumpy though this morning- might want to watch the caffeine."

Oh she's watching something but it sure as shit wasn't the coffee.

After collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink, Alex whistled to himself while getting ready for the day. Nothing too exciting- just a few 'Honey Do's, after he put his poor girl out of her misery.

She's finding any reason she can to be in the same room as him and it's adorable. Looking for this, needing to place that- she flits in and around like she's worried he'll forget she's there if not in his line of sight.

Eventually an actual task takes her attention off of Alex and that's when he strikes.

She's bent over in front of the dryer, no doubt fishing some far-flung sock that refused to come along quietly with the rest of the laundry.

Well fuck, he can't refuse a sight like that.

He knows her well enough that as one heavy hand lands to grab her wrist, the other fists the back of her hair with enough force to keep her from banging her head against the dryer in case she startles- which she does.

Huh. He'd of thought for sure that maybe a part of her was playing up the whole 'being bent in half in front of the dryer' thing, but from that reaction he's starting to think she was actually just focused on the laundry for a split second.

He doesn't miss the way she relaxes against his hold now that his little game is up. "What a desperate little thing you are. I haven't even done anything and you're ready to roll on your back for me." 

Now that he knows she's not going to split her head open on the edge of the dryer he releases her hair, his newly freed hand now reaching down to flip her skirt up. 

The sight that greets him is enough to draw a low whistle from the man. "No panties? Naughty girl. Almost like you were expecting to get fucked today." he teases, chuckling to himself as she nods and presses her hips against the stiffening bulge in his pants. "And here I was being a mean, mean man and making my poor girl wait. Surprised you didn't have to clean up your seat after breakfast this morning."

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to actually do anything today," she can't help herself but to lightly grouse at him.

"That's the fun of me being in charge of when you get fucked today, pumpkin. I might bend you over every singular solid surface that can hold your weight, or I might make you wait. Choice is all mine."

Well, until she says otherwise. Or if she outright safewords. But that is a given.

His pretty girl is getting spoiled though if she's got time to be grumpy about not being bent over to her satisfaction. 

One hand trails over her hip, teasing the exposed skin as he revels in how twitchy she is. 

It takes prep- always does, always will. But they'd been at it for a good amount yesterday and with her presently about to melt into a puddle of desire and neglect after this morning, Alex is mindful but not too apprehensive as he opens his pretty girlfriend up on his fingers.

First one, just to confirm his suspicions- she's primed and wants to go, pressing back against him in anticipation as one becomes two. He knows that two of his is something akin to three of her own, and that finally seems to settle her down as his fingers stroke that spot inside of her that has her grabbing at the dryer for leverage and pushing back against it to press further into him.

"That's it, baby. Nice and fucking wet for me. You know what your job is, hm?" he purrs behind her. 

"Yes," she pants quietly. "Alex, please-"

"You're spoiled, you know that?" he still ends up pressing an affectionate peck to her temple again, pulling out of her warm body to work on freeing himself one handed.

She's all too eager to help get things rolling- standing on her tip toes and arching her back. It makes it easy to slide into her, taking a few shallow, rolling thrusts to work himself all the way inside.

Rewarded with the sound of her pleased moans, Alex is quick to settle into a pace that he knows will get the pair of them rolling their eyes in no time. At this point he knows how to get her going as certainly as he does to get himself off.

"Oh my God- right there," she moans, her own hands scrambling for purchase against the dryer to brace. Alex bands one arm across her waist while the other continues to knead her hip, keeping her close to him as he thrusts.

'Yeah? That's the spot right there pumpkin?" he asks despite knowing the answer. He just likes watching how she'll go from a smart, capable woman to a dumb little cocksleave desperate for his cum with the right kind of prompting.

"Ye-ye-yeah," she confirms as he stays steadfast in his tempo. 

"Fuck,” he groans at the wet heat of her clinging to him like she never wants him to leave her.

Letting go of her hip with one hand but keeping his other banded across her waist, Alex is all too happy to grope at her chest. Fingers plucking at her pebbled nipples- rolling and pinching one before switching to pay attention to the other. Those hitching breaths work in time to his ministrations as he works her up just to pull his hand away from her bust in favor of her clit.

Now that got her attention, each thrust of his hips and slow stroke of his fingers being rewarded with his name a constant chant in her mouth- Alex Alex Alex Alex-

“That good, pumpkin? You gonna- fuck-  make a mess for me? Come on, honey, ask me for it,” he goads.

She’s sputtering and scrambling to get her brain in working order- trying to be a good girl. Fucking adorable.

“Alex- fuck,- hgn- Alex- please! Let me- let me,” her brain struggling to play catch up.

“All ya gotta do is ask, honey. You can do that, can’t you?” Pressing another chase kiss to her temple, the dichotomy is not lost on him paired with the absolute filthy noises coming from where they’re joined. She’s gagging for it- literally can’t get the words out of her mouth in the right order. “Must be fucking you good if you can’t even talk properly,” he teases, a grin escaping him when she shoots him a glare over her shoulder. “I bet the neighbors know my name,” the uppity ones who seem to think they’re above socializing with any of the other tenants in the building- brushing off anyone who tries to get to know them.

God they must fucking hate Alex when he’s home after being sent out on mission.

“Alex please! Let me cum, please!”

His fingers kept up that maddening pace until his ears finally register that she did, in fact, use her words.

And Alex is nothing if not a man of his word.

He knows exactly how to change the quiet strumming of his stroking fingertips from the teasing touches meant to ramp her up, and the ones meant to drag her across the finish line.

Those pretty thighs are trembling as Alex plays her like a fiddle. She cums with a cry, seemingly caught off guard by how intense it is.

It doesn’t take much more to get Alex chasing his own end.

He finishes without much fanfare Pulls out, tucks himself away, pulls her skirt down and kisses her temple again before leaving a shaking mess left to sort out the laundry.

Much like breaking the seal on a night out of drinking- now that he’s given into the temptation he just cannot stop the rest of the day. The second his refractory period is up and he feels ready to go another round, he’s seeking her out within the house and can’t wait to climb on top of her.

He may or may not be the reason that lunch burns that day a few hours later. It’s a worthy reason though, and he happily orders takeout as an apology.

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You weren't supposed to laugh

Masterlist

My submission to @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller Challenge November 10-19 Promt used: №27 You weren't supposed to laugh Pairing: Alex Keller x Reader TWs: no Friends to lovers, fluff, confession.

"You're an egoist, Alex Keller," he mutters irritated to himself, fastening his pace, almost running, ignoring cold heavy water drops landing on his head.

How long did he knew her? Five years? Or seven? How long does he have this hopeless crush? Five years? Or... Yes, he was done for from day one. She had this certain warmth surrounding her, a serenity that contrasted sharply with the intensity of Alex's work. The world could descend deeper into a chaos, but she remained a constant in his life, a pillar of support, he selfishly was afraid to lose. So Alex Keller, the devoid of fear Echo 3-1, kept his mouth shut, just holding on to her, even as a friend only.

"A coward!" His insults are spilled through gritted teeth. Alex was ready to risk his life again and again, but didn't have the courage to confess his feelings. The stakes seemed too high, his chances - almost non-existent. Why would ever decide, he was the right guy for her after all?

He was almost never there, when something bad happened to her. Alex didn't hold her, when she had to put down her old dog - he was on the other part of globe, fighting. He didn't distract her with a movie night and snacks, when she had to wait for a result of a quite serious medical test - he was sleeping in a transport between two missions. He wasn't even there to cheer her up, after her project, she worked on so hard, got rejected - he has just taken the car to a service station and was walking out of it on his two. She didn't specify in the first place, when would the presentation take place, but Alex feels terrible for not asking her every week, every day, if necessary, when is the D-day for her project. And because of that, he found out the bad news per phone call.

She sounded exhausted. She was never a whiny type, but this time Alex heard tears in her voice. Too much effort was put into this work, too many sleepless nights. It broke his heart to hear her like that, and he panicked.

"...Useless dumbfuck." He stops for a moment, replaying their call in his mind.

For some reason he decided, he needs to make her laugh at any cost. Maybe it was the pain in how her 'hey, can you please talk to me for a few minutes?' sounded. But Alex was lost. At first, he tried his stupid jokes. As many as he could remember. When it didn't help - he switched to imaginary scenarios.

"Hey, you know, what would be funny? If you brought a soldier on your presentation! So that every time, your clients interrupted you or paid more attention to a view outside their windows - the soldier would harshly snap at them. 'Following every single letter of this debriefing could save your life, private!' or something like that..." Alex doesn't really control the words leaving his mouth as long as they make her laugh. And he actually succeeds, because in a few moments she starts to chuckle. So he goes on, telling her, how would her day would go, if she was followed by a military guy in a full gear and a death stare ready for anyone, who is about to cross her path.

"He would scare others off, you know?"

"With his glare or with his guns?"

"With his bizarre hairstyle. You know how your hair start looking after a week of constant sandstorms?"

Her laughter is a light, tinkling melody to his ears, reminiscent of wind chimes on a breezy day - light and refreshing. In reality, its the only thing on his mind every time, he has to endure through another sandstorm on deployment.

"... and at the end of the day he would escort you home and salute you."

"Wait, and a payment? I wonder, how much would it cost to hire such a guy for the day."

"Payment? Don't turn a beautiful act of an altruism into some banal deal! Dunno, maybe a forehead kiss?"

For the next ten minutes they discuss military payment strategies, barely containing laughter. When they say goodbye, a random phrase escapes his lips.

"Love you so much."

She laughs once again. Something deep inside Alex shrinks. He doesn't even hear her saying 'bye' - every other voice around him get silenced by a sinister noise - a symphony of shattered hopes and distant echoes.

He's an egoist to keep her in the dark, not shoving her his true feelings for ages. A coward, who could never open his mouth, even when the moment was right. A fool, who just blurted this confession out of nowhere in the middle of a joke. She didn't understand, he meant it, and Alex can't blame her honestly.

And now he runs to her place like a dog, running after a car carrying away his favorite person. He is desperate to the point, that he can't even start thinking, what would he tell her, once she opens the door.

So when he sees her tired, yet surprised face, his first phrase comes out as awkward as the confession itself.

"You weren't supposed to laugh."

She looks at him startled and confused for a few painfully long moments. As Alex understands, how puzzling that sounded without the whole context from his mind, he runs his hand through his wet hair and shakes his head.

"Alex? You're ok? I-I wasn't expecting you!" She drags him in her house and takes off his wet jacket, so calmly, as if he hasn't just said some complete nonsense.

And at that moment Alex understands: for two long he stayed in his very own trail of thoughts, his own context. She definitely deserved to know more about what was going on in his head. He no longer had the right to keep everything quiet for years and then dump such strange conversations on her.

So he touches her shoulder softly.

"Hey, don't bother hanging up my jacket. I might need it in a moment, if I sre-"

"Alex, you're scaring me! What is happening, why are like this?" A worry in her voice stings him with guilt. But he proceeds, ignoring raindrops still rolling down his face and under the collar.

"I know, we were playing around on the phone today. And I was incredibly happy to cheer you up. But the last thing I told you... You weren't supposed to laugh. Because I meant it. And before you slap my face for being such a mess - I know, it sounded as a part of a joke. But it wasn't. It wasn't for the last I-don't-even-know-how-many years. And if you give me a chance - I am ready to confess it properly. But if there's no need - I'd better just take my jacket and see myself out."

As he fell silent, the world around them seemed still. His eyes, always so attentive and kind, when she was around, looked deeply worried. Alex felt vulnerable, everything in him screamed to keep her by his side at any cost, to turn this all into yet another joke, so that she calms down and stays his friend at least. But Alex didn't let these feeling get better of him. He waited patiently and obediently, not daring even to breathe in.

She turned away, and hung his jacket on a hanger.

"You won't be needing this anytime soon, Alex."

[icarustypicalfall]

douceur

Alex Keller x fem!reader

MASTERPOST

This is my contribution for the Alex Keller contest. Thank you @glitterypirateduck for making this competition possible, I had so fun writing it.

I am writing the prompts 21 and 27

"This is by far, the dumpest thing I've done"

"You weren't supposed to laugh"

summary: your husband loves you dearly, he'll do anything for you, even if it means..

warnings: None!!

It was serenity that enveloped the Keller household on a tranquil Friday afternoon.

As you rested upon the couch, your husband, Alex, and your daughter, Lilly, messed around the house. Her laughs and giggles could be heard from downstairs. Due to your recent ankle twist, rendering you unable to carry out most household tasks, Alex gallantly assumed the responsibilities, insisting you rest while he prepared basic but tasty meals and did some simple shores.

Grateful for his kindness, you rested on the couch for the evening, working diligently on your laptop, keeping a watchful eye on your seven-year-old daughter.

Lilly, who had recently celebrated her birthday, found immense joy in dancing. More than once, she spent moments past her bedtime swaying in ballet dresses, making you and your husband smile at her swift movements and pretty grin.

Although, Lilly seemed upset today.

With a pout on her face, she turned to you and uttered, "Mommy?"

Ah, you remembered now..

Previously, you had promised to dance with her during the Ball, a grand event where little girls and their mothers swept themselves into princesses and waltzed together.

Alas, your injury had rendered dancing an impossibility. Lilly, disheartened, longed to dance with you. She crawled beside you and gently poked your arm, a pout still adorning her face. Alex, taking notice, settled beside you with a questioning expression. You briefly explained the situation, and with a sigh and nod of understanding, he empathised.

Alex urged Lily to follow him to the kitchen, excusing themselves as they "prepare us a nice dinner!"

You smiled, feeling slightly guilty for not being able to dance with your daughter, though you knew she'll understand. You carried on with your work before joining your family for dinner.

...

The next day, as you readied yourself to accompany your daughter to the Ball, your husband entered the shared room. You didn't notice him at first, too busy putting on your shoes carefully.

Alex's cough brought your attention to him. He grinned, assuming a somewhat awkward stance, his hands resting by his sides. The man now sported one of your pink silk shirts, barely fitting his huge abs and muscles. It did though compliment the smudged make-up upon his face, Lilly's work for sure, you had questioned the dissaperance of your make up bag. His fair locks were styled into small ponytails atop his head.

With a sigh, he rubbed his temple, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"This is by far, the dumpest thing I've done."

You stifled a laugh, surveying your husband, who appeared to have stepped out of the early 2000s. He shrugged nonchalantly. "She stopped crying once I promised to dress up and dance with her... I suppose it is only fair."

"I guess, don't you think it's a bit too much?"

He laughed, glancing at the ponytails atop his head.

"Anything for my two girls. As long she won't ask for worse. But darling, wip this thing off my face.. no clue how you can stand it.."

You nodded in agreement, planting a gentle kiss upon his cheek so as not to mess the already dishevelled make-up adorning his face. He smiled as you gently wipped the products off his face.

The gymnasium of the elementary school was now abuzz with children and their parents, dancing joyously. Positioned at the front, you readied your pocket camera, eager to capture this enchanting spectacle, you lnew you'll replay it every now and then.

Lilly beamed at you with excitement, clutching her father's hand and twirling around with him. Alex, valiantly attempting to follow the simple steps, contorted his body and exerted his best efforts to avoid colliding with others or tripping over children. Amused, you filmed their lighthearted dance whilst admiring your husband's spirit.

Many mothers cooed at his sweet gesture, he for sure had the spotlight, a natural charm along the kindness he had.

The song finally stopped, Alex joined you on the small chairs, his cheeks flushed and slightly panting. He sighed and playfully glared at your mischievous grin, muttering, "You weren't supposed to laugh..."

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you snorted with laughter.

Witnessing your husband and daughter exuding such happiness and sharing a laughter amidst the surrounding chaos was truly a magical experience.

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Taggin the master curator @glitterypirateduck for my second entry for the Alex Keller challenge

#alexkellerchallenge

For me FarahxAlex is canon so here they are, I love them

[macravishedbymactavish]

Friday (Alex Keller x F!Reader)

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

| No use of Y/N | 18+ MDNI | Taglist Open |

Submission #2 for the Alex Keller Challenge - hosted by the amazing @glitterypirateduck

TW for : Steamy make out session (nothing graphic) - semi public and getting caught. OC Keller family.

Prompts Used:

Don't look at me like that

I told you it was a terrible idea [I told you this is a terrible idea]

This is by far the dumbest thing we've done

You wanted this as much as I did [you want this as much as I do]

“What's the worst that would happen?” You whispered, elbow resting on his shoulder as you two whispered back and forth. Your lip caught between your teeth as he stared at the ground, shaking his head.

“Someone catches us? A bear mauls us to death? Trying to explain how we both got poison ivy up in our business.” He whispered back, convincing himself that sneaking off from the campsite would be a terrible idea. Especially since his entire family was present, including his neices and nephew's.

“Then we keep it PG. We don't risk Poison ivy burns, or the wildlife catching us with our pants down.” You shrugged, standing from your spot as you started walking toward the cabin his parents owned. Smirking as you heard him softly cuss, jumping up to follow you to the back.

“You're terrible.” Alex sighed, rolling his eyes as you smiled at him. Tilting your head slightly as you studied his features. “Don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?!” You laughed, reaching up to rest your hand on his chest. Rubbing over the fabric slightly with your thumb.

“With the bedroom eyes.” He groaned, laying a hand over yours. Eyes moving over your figure as he actively reminded himself of the time he fell into poison ivy as a child. The discomfort he felt as he swore he'd never let it happen again.

“Well sorry, let me just pop my eyes out and replace them with my campsite eyes.” You teased, any further teasing cut short by his mouth gently finding yours in a loving kiss.

“This is a bad idea.” He mumbled, despite showing no signs that he wanted to stop.

His mouth moving against yours, the feeling of his hands warming your hips as you backed into the wall of the cabin. Your hands cupping either side of his face, holding him in place as he hummed in content.

“This is a terrible idea.” He whispered once again, barely pulling away. Eyes still closed as his moral compass spun out of control.

You both knew this was risky, you both knew this was to a degree disgusting teenager like behaviour. But the feeling of his body pressed against yours under the warm rays of sun; your personal little bubble of paradise wiped all concern from your mind.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” You taunted. Sliding one hand to the back of his neck; tugging gently on his hair. Eliciting a soft groan as he pulled you back into a deep kiss.

His hands sliding around your hips, cupping your ass as he pulled you flush against his hips. Kiss filling with fervor as he all but begged between kisses to leave the damn bonfire and continue this at home.

Moving your hips forward, you moaned softly into his mouth. Breath catching in your throat as you felt him pulling you closer, urging your actions on. Riling you up in return, until a small voice ruined the moment.

“Gross!” Pulling apart quickly, faces flushed from both your prior activities and being caught by Alex’s young nephew. “Everyone’s looking for you guys. It's time to eat.”

“Okay, bud. We’ll be over there soon.” Alex sighed, shuffling to stand behind you with an arm around your middle. Pressing his face against your shoulder as the boy immediately ran back to the group, explaining in great detail what he just saw.

“This was by far the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” Alex groaned, voice muffled by your shirt. Pulling back slightly to readjust before walking back out to where his family sat.

Walking back toward the picnic tables, you called over your shoulder. “You wanted this as much as I did.”

Sitting down at the picnic table, you smiled at the small baby in Ellie's arms. Wiggling your fingers, and chuckling at the squealing laughter you caused.

“So, I'm going to be the cool Auntie sooner than later?” Ellie teased, watching in amusement as your expression fell and cheeks lit up in a deep blush.

“I told you it was a terrible idea!” You heard Alex argue from somewhere behind you.

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tremble

By: @amongthe141 for @glitterypirateduck 's

Alex Keller Challenge November 10-19

Fandom: Call of Duty Video Game

Chapters: DRABBLE w/prompt: “How long have you been standing there”?

Characters: Alex Keller DUH and 141 , female!Reader

Tags: Innocent smooches, fluffy, weariness, anxiety, trembling

Summary: Terrible trembles after a successful mission or was it?

Words: 1777

The trembling in your hand reared its ugly head the moment you were safely tucked into the helicopter at exfil and the rampant wind beating against everything through the open doors before they could fully close it as you all headed back to base. You shared your left shoulder with Price and based on his movements was talking to Laswell with updates…his deep gruffy words unregistered half due to the lack of hearing you had from multiple explosions, you would say if asked, but really it was because your mind was focusing on the tremble. He was preoccupied enough not to notice you taking your left hand and hiding it under your leg. The last thing you wanted right now was any attention or concern thrown your way, there were greater issues at hand.  

The mission played back in your mind as nothing that was too out of sort for you and the team. You got there, you did your job, no one got badly injured or left behind or…DEAD. Your focus snapped to Soap directly in front of you. Did he just make one of his terrible jokes again? You hear him talking but you don't register his words but he has this specific smirk and glint in his eyes he has when he’s about to snicker to the groans of all. Confirmation of Ghost’s disapproving headshakes confirms it and you force a small smile before leaning your head back against the seat and closing your eyes. 

Thoughts return to the mission as you feel your hand trembled more under you despite the weight of your thigh. You left the building with the intel you were assigned to grab, for technology being in the advanced state it was in you couldn't help to chuckle that you were exiting with a floppy disk and overcoms questioned if Laswell had the appropriate ancient technology to read it. You were granted a humorous quip back from the lady as well as a few chuckles from the masked skeleton himself in the room but the serious faces and tones returned as you made your way out of the building.

The tapping on your free shoulder had you turn your head and open your eyes to connect to Gaz who was a few seats down from you. You leaned to meet him in the middle of the empty seat between you and listened, squeezing your arm and shaking hand behind your back to hide it. You looked up and at his eyes nodding confirmation of what he said before straightening and returning to the previous position. You had five minutes to figure out how to hide your ailment from the others leaving the helicopter and to somewhere safe on base where you could be left alone but  the first explosion filled your head instead.

It's funny how you didn't register that there was one until you were already on the ground, already finding your breath with hands quickly working over your own body for injury identifiers before they found your assault rifle and yourself quickly on your feet to limited cover. Your eyes sought the source of the explosion and the reassurance of your teammates well being all awhile the ringing in your ears screamed at you. You pressed your radio to spit out your call sign and that you were OK, better to interrupt what you couldn't hear to make sure the team didn't worry about your silence. The vibrations and piles of dust clouds alerted you to a second explosion as it came rolling towards you.

The jerk of the helicopter was like a pop of a gun alerting the racers that the race did start.  You were up and outta there, stuffing your hand in your pant pocket in hope it looked natural enough.  You yelled “Gotta go when you gotta go” to some quirk Soap made and beelined it to the female only barracks shower room.  You had your own bathroom in your own private room but being with the 141 there was no privacy as there were countless times people invaded your space on your invitation, whether it was to joke around or come up with shenanigans to play on others.  You plopped down on the end of the bench and took your foreign hand out, watching it shake without your choice as if it was a weird science experiment.  You just wanted to shout at it to stop but your eyes were transfixed on this new weird experience.  

After the second explosion you and Ghost took point looking for any snipers or enemies about to surround you but there was nothing...absolutely nothing.  All was dead quiet besides the ringing in your ears and you both worked your way to the others and to the exfil without an incident.  It was strangely quiet, it was unnerving…troubling.  Why was it so quiet and yet those explosions went off?  Why was it a ghost town answered back at you but the feeling of eyes still upon you. A shiver ran from your trembling hand throughout your body and you jerked when you were brought back to present and your eyes fixed on the eyes that were actually on you, ones that seemed unfamiliar that shouldn’t ever, not with the long nights you spent staring at them in the confines of each other when you could.  

Alex raised both hands up defensively “Woah there, just me here”. His brows came together when you hid your hand and still had that unfamiliar look towards him even after he said your name.  

“How long have you been standing there”? You finally breathed out, looking down towards the ground and away as if ashamed from the spell that came over your mind body and soul that was now very clearly not hidden. Alex inches closer and kneels down on his leg, propping his elbow on his bent leg as he softly but firmly pried your arm up,  his fingers rubbing circles on your wrist as he looked at it twitching between the two of you.  “I don’t know why it’s doing that, why I’m doing that” you whisper in confession.  Alex wasn’t on the mission, he was at HQ with Laswell relaying information you were sure of, having only returned from his own mission minutes before you and the team took off. You had glanced and made eye contact with him prior to departing, his smirk hidden behind his mustache evident to only your trained eyes having known it so well even before you two became a pair. 

You focused on the rubbing of your wrist from his fingers instead of the shakes and closed your eyes as you tried to prevent any tears from falling.  A ping of guilt hit your stomach that he would be concerning himself with this issue now and you shook your head as you whispered “You’re not supposed to be in here”.  

Alex half smirks as he tilts his head, cupping your chin level with his, rubbing your jawline as you opened your teary eyes towards him “You had me chasing you across the landing field, knew something was up when I didn’t get your attention fast enough, or at all”.  Your face scrunched as you looked at him in confusion as to why and were about to ask  but then as quickly as a light switch goes off  your free hand went to the pocket with the floppy disk, the whole reason for the mission. Your mind was so wrapped up with hiding away you didn’t even think about that.  But you knew that wasn’t the only reason, anything he could do to make sure he could check on you and to see you.  You pulled the messenger/retriever act to do the same for him long before you two were officially an item.  The glance over to calm nerves and the unknowns imagined in the back of each other's mind when apart on different missions.  You let out a chuckle as you shake your head and Alex tightened slightly his hold on your wrist to look at him again, which you did.  

“You’re terrible at hiding things…” he said as he leaned forward, his mustache tickling your trembling hand as he kissed the top of your hand, “...keeping surprises…”  dragging his lips to the back of each knuckle to give the same treatment before turning your hand over and kissing the palm of your hand “...playing hide and seek”.  You had reached up with your other hand, fingers roaming through his brown hair on his head by the time he kissed the pulsing part of your wrist.  It was true, case in point, especially when it came to surprises that you knew others would like…Christmas and birthdays were terrible times and often you already had them open their presents long before.  If you were in the right mind set you may have countered his last comment, you knew how to hide well, it was just when you did the hide and seek you wanted him to find you faster…for things.  

Alex stopped and looked up, both of you staring at each other until both your lips met each others, consuming the time there until you both needed to break for air  “Now” he said, standing up and holding your hand in his “let's get out of here before I get in trouble for being in here, this disk burns a hole in our pockets, and before the rest of the team barges in”.  You faintly pick up on muffled talks outside of the door and you squeeze his hand tighter, banging your head on his shoulder as he leads you out.  You can’t face them, partly embarrassment but also shielding them from having to see you like this,  and you position yourself so you can’t see them. But they’re all there, you can see their feet on the ground huddle around you when you open your eyes to the ground after pressing over the doorframe into the hallway.  The trembling in your hand now infecting your entire body.  Several pats on the back and shoulder are felt and you hear Price’s gruff but concerned voice boom about med bay “Already on our way there Capt”.  

It wasn’t until you both took several steps away from your 141 did you freeze and in doing so freezing Alex who looked back at you.  You looked back at the group and found Price’s blue eyes softening when you made contact but lost when you said out loud, merely a meek to yourself “Someone was there watching us Capt.”

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Alex Keller x reader 2

2.7k | soft smut, subby Alex, thigh riding, mutual masturbation

Alex is a morning person (part 1) (part 3)

Second submission to @glitterypirateduck ’s Alex Keller challenge (don’t look at me like that, if I asked you to stay would you)

Alex jerked awake, causing you to look up. He had dozed off on your couch within the 10 minutes you went to make some tea after your movie date.

You sat on the other end of the couch, comfy in your t-shirt and sweats. “I know you’re a morning person, but it’s not even that late,” you teased, moving your laptop to the coffee table next to his cold cup of tea.

He blinked, looking away. “Oh, uhh… I guess work was unusually busy today.”

“You should go. Get proper rest.” You scooted over and stroked his forearm.

He wasn’t ready to leave yet despite the tiredness. He contemplated being shameless and asking to stay the night on the couch. But he didn’t want to be too forward, so he accepted his defeat.

He didn’t expect anything from you, especially not this early into dating, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want it. Because right then, he shamelessly fantasised about taking you home, about you in his shirt as you made coffee in the morning. He'd come up to you, greeting you with a kiss on your bite-covered neck.

“I want to see you more often. On the weekdays, even just for an hour or two.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Okay, now off you go. I don’t want you falling asleep on the way home.”

He got off the couch with a small laugh. At the door, you gave him a kiss so sweet that he couldn’t help but be cheesy and dip you. The gasp you let out gave him the determination to do just one more thing before he gave in to sleep.

Alex stayed true to his words. Over the next few weeks, a date each weekend turned to meeting at least twice a week. It included picking you up from work to have dinner at yours before leaving with a pout when you told him to go at the end of each night.

That evening when you got in his car, your greeting kiss couldn’t have come sooner. It had only been a few days and he’d already missed you. He stole glances as he helped boil some pasta while you did the chopping, humming along to the low music floating in the air. The activity was so serene that his mind flew to imagine more days like so, at his place, which would have been be much livelier with you.

You giggled against his lips when he pulled you in for a kiss. He could get used to this.

He volunteered to clean up as you showered after dinner, the least he could do after the delicious meal you’d made. You came out of the bathroom with damp hair, cheeks flushed, wearing a comfortable shirt and shorts.

You plopped down on the couch next to him, your arm over the backrest, propping yourself up. “You sure you don’t need to go yet, early bird?”

He laughed, bringing your knuckles against his lips. “Not yet. Still want to be with you, need to kiss you some more.”

In one swift move, you straddled him. Alex’s heart went from 0 to 100 as you guided his hands to your waist before yours rested on his chest. In awe, he looked up to your bashful smile.

Spellbound, his wide palms travelled down the side and back of your smooth thighs, taut as they held you up. He went back up greedily, wanting to feel every curve as his pants tightened. His fingers slipped under your shorts, revealing more of your thighs, the very thighs he’d spent too many hours thinking of. He could feel how soft you were, how your hips narrowed to your waist, catching the hem of your shirt as he went further up.

He made a noise. He didn’t know if it was a moan, but you couldn’t possibly get more attractive. You’d been such a tease that a little strip of your belly was enough to send him reeling.

It didn’t help that your body wash smelt so inviting. His grip on you tightened, hauling you up against him as his mouth met your hip. With a gasp, you grabbed the back of the couch. His mouth, wet and hungry, travelled up your side, licking and nipping. The sounds of his kisses filled the room followed by your pretty, soft moans. When he looked up, he was met with your hooded eyes and parted lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He pressed his cheek on your collarbone. He throbbed to your heartbeat. “I’ll never be able to leave. Not when you make me feel this way.”

You let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. You rubbed your cheek on his forehead, stroking his hair.

His hands gingerly ran down your back, unsure where the limit was. “Do to me what you want. I just want to be yours,” he said, almost desperately.

Your eyes stayed on his as you sat back on his thighs. You unbuttoned his shirt, surprising him, but he didn’t resist.

His skin heated up the more buttons you undid, not daring to ask what was happening, but his heart swelled in anticipation. “Do you think we need to talk about this first?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed. You pulled his shirt close over his chest.

“I just… don’t want to be too forward, or make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“You’re right. I’ve never even asked if you wanted-”

“Oh, trust me. I want to, with you. I’ve fantasised about this so many times,” he said breathlessly.

You smiled. “Is it?”

“Yes, way more than I’d like to admit. I love thinking about you.”

“What about?” You ran a finger down his exposed chest.

“Will you be mad if they’re dirty?”

“I’m not sure. You have to tell me.” You continued undoing his buttons.

“Ok, well…” he trailed off, distracted by how close you were to his face before pressing your juicy lips on his. His eyes closed shut as he savoured the moment.

“Bed,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Without missing a beat, he wrapped your legs around his waist before bringing you up with him, arms securing your body against his. You gasped into his mouth, the sound excited him further.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he laid you on the bed, but before he could get on top of you, you rolled him to his back. You undid the last two buttons of his shirt before taking it off him.

You straddled him again, kissing down his neck, along his collarbones and across his toned chest, gripping his biceps. “You’re delicious, Alex,” you said against the other side of his neck.

Your hot breath sent a jolt straight to his cock.

“Come closer,” he huffed as he pulled you down to him.

You gasped when your clothed pussy pressed against his bulge. He wondered if you could feel him throbbing for you.

He brought your fingertips up to his lips. “You keep doing this to me. You’re my favourite thing to think about.”

You grinded on him with your hands on his chest, head thrown back with your eyes shut. He grabbed your hip, thankful for the rather soft fabric of his pants as his cock rubbed deliciously against your clit. With the gentle moans escaping your lips, he couldn’t help but move against you too.

With a sharp breath, you bit his shoulder gently to stifle yourself. He groaned in pleasure, now slipping both his hands under your shirt, guiding you by the waist.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.

You sat back on his thighs, hands trailing down his torso. His bulge had pushed his waistband off his skin, offering you a glimpse of what was under. You impatiently undid his belt and pants, revealing a wet patch where the tip of his cock strained against his underwear.

Alex breathed nervously as he watched you. Glancing up at your face, you were biting down on your lip. You ran a finger down his length, sending shivers down his back, before palming him over the fabric. He sucked in a sharp breath, hips bucking under your touch. You continued as you kissed down his stomach.

“How do you know this is what I like to think about?”    

You smiled against his skin and looked up from under your lashes. “What else do you think about?”

“I’m too embarrassed to say,” he said helplessly.

“I like thinking about you too.”

You pulled his underwear down, freeing his thick cock. Your thumb swiped over his leaking tip and began stroking, eyes trained on him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He twitched in your hand, the eye contact made him impossibly hot. He gripped your wrist. “I want to make you feel good too, want to make you moan my name.”

“How?”

“Any way you want me to. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

“Can I ride you?”

“Fuck yes. Whatever you want.”

You stripped him down before he helped take your shirt and shorts off. Alex watched, biting his lower lip, as you pulled your underwear past your ankles. You left your cotton lounge bra on.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you teased.

He chuckled, grabbing you by the hips. “Negative, ma’am. You’re my favourite thing to look at.”

You crawled over him, your sopping pussy warm on his thigh. He flexed his muscles for you to grind on.

Alex sat up against the headboard, a pillow behind him. He wasn’t going to miss the show. He cupped your face as you began rocking. You leaned into his touch with a shy smile when his thumb brushed against your lower lip. You caught his thumb between your teeth and began sucking.

You wrapped his hand around himself and began stroking over it. His breath hitched as the pleasure washed over his body. He continued stroking when you grabbed the headboard for support.

Your juices run down the side of his thighs as you continued rocking on him. The sight increasingly sexual as you moaned with his thumb in your mouth, head thrown back. You occasionally looked at him with soft eyes before shutting them in pleasure again, but Alex couldn’t take his eyes off you at all. At this point, he was too distracted to continue touching himself.

He could see the mess you made each time you rocked back. Your loosely tied hair had undone itself somewhere along the way, leaving your hair around your face. He was addicted to the sweet sounds of your pants and the squelching of your folds against him. How your tits bounced with the motion, your hardened nubs visible under the soft fabric, begging to be sucked. You were a feast to his eyes.

“Take it off,” you said between moans.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice. He tossed your bra aside with a content sigh. You were perfect.

He brushed away the hair on your face. You hastily put his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, sucking them.

He groaned, your eyes never leaving his. “I want to make you feel good. I want you to moan my name.” He picked up his pace, his fist never felt so good before.

You hummed but it also sounded like a moan around his fingers.

“What can I do?” He pulled his fingers away to grab your waist.

You shook your head, the heat building low in your belly. “Already so fucking good,” you managed to say.

His hand trailed down your hip to your thigh. He felt around it, grabbing it, wanting to feel every inch of you.

“I’m close, Alex,” you choked out.

“Yes. Please come for me. Come on me.”

Your moans grew louder, calling out his name, your movements ragged in the urgency. You inched closer and closer to your release before finally coming with rough thrusts, his name still on your lips

“Wow, you’re perfect,” he said when you came down from your bliss, brushing your hair away from your pretty face once more.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, lightly blushing. Your heart raced against his chest. “I hope I wasn’t too loud.”

“No, you should have been louder. Fuck, that was sexy as hell.” He took your chin, capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

“Let’s get you off,” you said. You scooted backwards, and for a split second he thought you were going to wrap your sweet, sweet lips around his aching cock, but they landed on his hip instead. He leaked at the anticipation.

You peppered small kisses across his stomach as it rippled in desire, all the way to his other hip and pelvis. You were so damn close. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it that you leaned in as you looked up, your cheek brushing slowly along his throbbing length. The warmth of your breath made him shiver.

You straddled him again, your soaked pussy pressed against the base of his heavy cock. He wondered what you tasted like.

“Fuck,” he pleaded. “I want to touch you.”

“Touch where?” You bit your lip.

“Everywhere you allow me to.” He leaned up, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush to him. He twisted your face to the side, giving open-mouthed kisses on your exposed neck.

Alex went up and up, now sucking and licking your lower lip. You let out a moan, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hot tongue against yours. Your hand slipped between your bodies to stroke his cock.

He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not when his body felt like it had been on the brink of orgasm since you kissed him on the couch. But he was still going to try to hold on, desperately not wanting the moment to pass.

“That feels so good,” he breathed. “You always make things better.”

Your tongue trailed along his collarbones making him groan. You nipped at his shoulder, moving up his neck. You caught the quiet moan that slipped from his lips and began stroking faster. Your lips travelled further, kissing and licking at his jaw and up to his earlobe.

His body tensed, his abdomen heaving under you. You didn’t let up as you ran your tongue along the cuff of his ear. He let out another moan as your touch got unbearably delicious, bringing him closer and closer to his release.

“I want to make you come, Alex.”

His hips bucked as his grip tightened on you. Your dirty whisper was his last straw. “Fuck,” he grunted, panting.

His cock twitched as he spewed up ropes of come onto his stomach. You kept stroking, letting him ride out his high, slowing down to a stop when the flexing eased.

“Holy fuck,” he said breathlessly. His eyes travelled down to the mess he made on your hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled and straining under you to reach the box of tissues on the nightstand.

You beat him to it and helped him clean up while his eyes stayed on you, at how gentle you were, your eyes soft. He kissed your knuckles as his heart exploded. You gave him a smile and he tipped your chin up to him to kiss you.

You lied wordlessly on your bed, getting lost in his blue eyes as he held your hand against his lips. His finger traced mindlessly over your curves as his eyelids grew heavy, but he forced them open.

“You sure you don’t need to go yet?” you teased.

“I need to, but I really, really don’t want to.”

You cupped his face, thumb stroking his bearded cheek. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“Yes,” he answered too quickly.

“Just so you know, clothes are optional in my bed.”

“Wasn’t planning to wear any.”

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Alex Keller x reader

1.7k | fluff, suggestive

Your movie date involved a cherry lollipop (part 2)

For @glitterypirateduck ’s Alex Keller challenge! (Is this what you wanted, don’t make me answer that)

“You’re not on a date, are you?” Laswell asked rhetorically.

Alex opened his mouth to answer.

“Sorry, Keller, I need the report now.”

The private who he’d tasked had apparently not delivered the report to Laswell that Friday for some reason. He’d better be prepared for the earful Alex was giving him on Monday for ruining what would have been his 5th date with you.

“Come back to base and hand it over yourself or rewrite it. Your call.”

He groaned after the line went dead. He was about to exit his SUV and knock on your door, but you were already heading his way. You smiled, hair swaying behind you, giving him a little wave.

He reached over to open the door and you slid into the passenger seat.

“Hi, beautiful,” he mumbled, kissing you on the cheek.

Your smile brightened. “Thanks for picking me up. I’m looking forward to the movie.”

He winced. “About that… I just got a call from work.”

Your hand froze midway to the seatbelt bracket, your smile faltered.

“I need to redo a report at home, will take 30 minutes, an hour tops. Would you mind if dinner is pushed back?”

You let the belt retract. “Or is it better to cancel tonight?”

“No, I want to take you out. You want to watch that movie, and you got dressed already. We can catch a later showing? If that’s fine, of course.”

“I don’t mind waiting a bit, as long as you can get the report done. I know sometimes work can get unpredictable,” you reassured.

It was your first time at his place even that you didn’t live very far from each other. His apartment was neat with large windows overlooking the bustling street below.

He gestured at the couch. “Make yourself at home. If you need anything, go ahead and help yourself, okay?” he said from his room before hurrying back out with his laptop. He sat at the dining table, flipping it open. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

You leaned back on his cosy couch.

At first, Alex had a hard time concentrating with your presence, stealing glances at you ever so often like a knee-jerk reaction. Not because you were a disturbance, but because he itched to be close to you. He had been excited to see you all week! When he eventually sank into the report, the room was silent for a long time except for the gentle keyboard clacking and few grunts and curses he muttered under his breath.

Sometime later, you unwrapped a lollipop from your purse. He felt bad because you must have been getting hungry. You sucked on the red candy as you kept scrolling on your phone, smiling to yourself at times.

His typing stopped. He wondered what flavour it was. Probably cherry – his favourite. Not like it mattered. It wasn’t like he was going to taste it on you, but as you tongue swirled around the sphere, he couldn’t help imagining it swirling around something else instead. Something that had stirred alive moments ago, now painfully strained in the confines of his jeans. It wasn’t like you were being obscene or anything, but maybe his mind was too dirty for his own good.

He shifted in his seat as he discretely reached under the table to readjust. He couldn’t believe what his overactive mind did with the innocent sight. He took a deep breath and got back to his work, but it caught your attention instead. He noticed in corner of his eyes how you were now staring at him with a small smirk. He tried not to look, but he couldn't resist anymore.

As your gaze locked, you popped the candy back in your mouth, twirling it around with your tongue. Your lips redder, sticky and sweet, and much more kissable than usual. His breath caught in his throat as you sucked the sphere, cheeks hollow. He’d never seen you like that before, pretty eyes so dark and alluring.

You held his gaze for a few more seconds before casually looking away, back at your phone. Like the classic bar brush-off, as if you weren’t just fucking him right there with your eyes.

Oh, you minx. He pursed his lips, taking a deep breath. You were going to be the death of him.

After a few more minutes, he pushed his chair back. “I’m done,” he announced, closing his laptop. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No problem. You didn’t take too long.” You smiled, walking over to wrap your arms around him.

In a swift move, Alex stood, caging you with his body. You let out a small yelp and turned to him, leaning back onto the edge of the table. His lidded eyes bored down into yours.

“Why were you looking at me like that?” he asked, a little breathless.

Your eyebrow cocked. “Am I not allowed to?”

“You are. Just that you made it very hard... to concentrate.” He leaned in, dragging the tip of his nose up the column of your neck. “Is this what you wanted?”

Your tilted your face, eyes shut. “Please don’t make me answer that,” you muttered, voice warbled from his breath on your skin.

Enjoying having the effect on you, he pulled away with a smirk. Your chest rose and fell as your lips parted, still tinted from the candy earlier. He ached to taste them. He swallowed before his eyes flicked back to yours.

“I just want to say I’ve been enjoying my time with you a lot and I want to keep seeing you.”

You smiled, the kind that always made his heart skip a beat. “I’d like that.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You cupped his cheek, pulling him to you. He could taste a hint of the sticky sweetness on you, but couldn’t tell what flavour it was and he didn’t care at all anymore. Your lips were soft, so full that he couldn’t help the groan that slipped.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before scooting up to sit on the edge of the table. His beard scratched your skin in the most addicting way. You hiked a leg up, brushing it against his hip.

Your arching back was the invitation he gladly accepted. He took a step, closing the gap between you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing your body onto his, his other hand as support on the table. He gave small licks on your lower lip as he suckled and nipped gently.

Your skin burnt up, the heat pooling in your belly unmistakeable. Your lips parted, letting his wandering tongue dance with yours. You moaned into his mouth, arm tightening around his neck. Your hand trailed down, over every rise and fall of his powerful arm, all the way to his bulging veins as he continued to hold you up. Your fingers crept back up to grip his bicep.

Alex was lost in the kiss, breathing heavier now, as he mindlessly thrusted his growing bulge onto your stomach for much-needed friction. It earned him a delicious gasp, fuelling his desire further.

You rolled your hips into him and he groaned into your mouth. His palm ran down your side, slipping under your top to grasp your soft hip, brushing the skin with his thumb as he helped you grind against him.

It took him a second to realise you were pulling away. When his eyes fluttered open, yours were hooded, wet lips parted, begging to be bit more. He leaned in again.

“I hope no one saw that.” You chuckled, looking out the windows, the curtains open.

He gave your hip another squeeze. “Oh, I hope someone did, so I know I’m not hallucinating about finally kissing you.”

You laughed, pulling him in again.

Alex was mildly disappointed when you finally suggested dinner, not like he didn’t want to take you out. It was just that kissing you instantly became his favourite leisure activity.

He had always been terribly attracted to you ever since he laid eyes on you, but after finally tasting you, it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly linking arms and holding hands weren’t enough. He couldn’t take his hands off you - not when he drove, not when you had dinner.

He had to wrap his arms around your waist as you stood in line for the movie tickets. You smiled up at him, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. He didn’t need to make up excuses to touch you anymore.

The urge took him by surprise, to want to parade you around, to make it known that you were with him. He realised it was borderline childish, but he couldn’t help it. You were intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to have you close. He had a hunch you felt the same as you squeezed and patted his arm ever so often.

At the movies, Alex had his arm around you as you leaned into him. He kept stealing glances at you and the only reason you didn’t notice was because of how engrossed you were in the movie. Truth be told, the title wasn’t his first pick, but he knew how big of a fan you were and the smile on your face made it all worth it.

This was beyond a terrible crush. He couldn’t stop his mind drifting to the kiss, about how good you felt up against him, about how good it was between the thighs he’d thought about for hours and hours. How soft and sweet and absolutely beautiful you were. As much as he loved spending time with you, he looked forward to getting home and exploring his vulgar fantasies in private.

“Thank you again for tonight. I had such a good time, and I loved the movie,” you said when he pulled up outside your apartment.

“It was my pleasure.” He took your hand to his lips.

“Do you… Want to come in?”

“What if I don’t want to leave later?”

His favourite smile was back again. “Don’t think I want you to either.”

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Alex Keller x reader 3

1.9k | fluff but kinda pervy

How you met Alex

Can be a one-shot, but here's part 1 and part 4

More for @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller challenge even though it's over (I'm sorry I love him too much)

Alex smiled politely at the elderly gentleman beside him who was a few decibels away from yelling – his determination to make small talk over the thumping music was admirable. The reception was great, but frankly it was getting late and he’d grown exhausted of socialising.

He hopped off the stool and leaned back onto the bar. He had a clear view of the dance floor where the bride danced with her friends. Sure, she was beautiful in her grand dress, but his eyes on her barely lasted a few seconds before following her gaze. The group had their attention on the lady in red.

He took another sip of his champagne. Your knee-length dress hugged your lovely hips, every sway gave him a peek of how blessed you were. The dress wasn’t low cut, but he could tell if you bent over just a little, your tits would threaten to spill over. Oblivious to his existence, your hips dragged on as if teasing. You sang along to the tune with your friends, your smile bright.

How didn’t I notice her before?

The flute froze against his lip. He couldn’t help imagining his large hands running down your smooth thighs, gripping them. He thought of grabbing you by your waist to feel every curve of yours against him, and how your ass would slap against his hips as he held on hard onto yours.

“Are you staring at my wife?” The groom chuckled, elbowing his ribs.

“No,” Alex coughed out. He turned towards the bar, suddenly aware of his lack of manners and the uninvited pulse in his pants. The flute clanked with the haste force of him putting it down.

“Who is it then?”

“Who’s in the red dress?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Liam faced the group again. “Oh, that’s Em’s cousin. They’re close, really cool girl. Want me to introduce you?”

“You’re just going to embarrass me,” he dismissed, downing the rest of his drink.

“I won’t. It’s fitting, just the best man getting introduced to the bride’s circle.” He gestured to his tailored suit. “Also, you don’t dress this well every day.”

“Oh God,” he groaned, rubbing his face.

He draped an arm around his shoulder. “Come on. You’ll be fine.” When he didn’t budge, Liam prodded again. “What if I tell Em to get her alone? Then you can work your own magic.”

A rejection would be humiliating, but how could he resist you?

He huffed out a ‘fine’ and watched Liam strut to the dancefloor. Right before he got to his bride, he looked back with a mischievous grin - the same one he’d been giving since they were preteens.

That’s when Alex knew he was going get played, yet it was too late to do anything about it. Defeated, he watched as Emily lit up at whatever bullshit Liam told. She pulled you in by the waist to whisper in your ear – something he also wanted to do. You chuckled before looking straight at him.

It caught him off guard that he could only give you a crooked smile. He straightened up as you walked over.

Now, Alex was a fairly confident person. He knew he wasn’t bad looking, had experience. This time though, he felt completely out of game. He didn’t know what to do as your eyes locked, but abiding to his instinct to look away wasn’t going to work in his favour. He braved himself to maintain the eye contact.

Your gaze wasn’t smug nor suggestive, yet you felt unapologetic, a touch intimidating, that it excited him. Your smile grew wider when you got to him.

“Hi, I hope Emily didn’t say anything embarrassing about me.”

“I don’t think so. She said you wanted to dance, but too shy to ask, that’s all.”

“Good.” He smiled. “I’m Alex, Liam’s friend.”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you. Still want to dance?”

He offered you an arm before walking back to the dancefloor. Like proud parents, Emily and Liam gave him thumbs up, and he hoped you didn’t see. Fortunately, a slower electronic song played, far more fitting to dance with you to. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he could smell your fading perfume.

You swayed – a talent of yours he’d observed, his tentative hands rested on your waist. He groaned internally at how perfect he fit there, like how he had so rudely fantasised moments ago.

“I like your tie.” You ran your finger over the knot of his blood red tie.

Bet it looks better on your wrists. It even goes with your dress. “Thank you.”

You looked so much prettier up close, your eyes bright and welcoming.

“How did you like the party?”

“Could have been better. I was eyeing you the whole time, but you never came to talk to me.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding. I enjoyed it, good food, good music. But if I’m honest, I was too busy catching up with the cousins.”

“I suppose that explains why I don’t think I even saw you before just now.”

“We don’t get to see each other often, so it’s always nice to finally have everyone together.”

“I would have loved to have seen you sooner.”

“But you didn’t even make the move,” you teased.

“That’s not entirely true. I was assisted.” He let out a laugh. “In my defence, I don’t know how to approach you without being weird. I can’t just walk up and dance with you - it’s not a club. And if you think I’m a creep, you’ll definitely tell Emily, who’ll tell Liam, and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Ok, that’s fair.” You smiled. “It does sound like something I’d do.”

“You don’t mind making the first move?”

“I don’t. I get what I want.”

“Am I something that you want?”

“Maybe.”

He swiftly pulled you up against him, earning him a soft gasp. “Did Emily tell you how good I think you look?” he said into your ear.

“Oh yeah, she did,” you answered, amusement in your voice. “In fact, that’s all she said, but I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He buried his face in your hair, chuckling. Liam got him after all. “Of course.”

“I think you’re really handsome in your suit.”

He pulled away, eyes softening as he looked at you, his thumbs rubbing your waist. “And you already know how very beautiful I find you.”

“I don’t. Tell me,” you dared, a glint in your eye.

“Maybe you’ll know if you lean in long enough.”

You laughed, giving him a playful smack. “Oh, you’re naughty.”

He grabbed your hand and held it against his chest. “I love how upfront you are. It's so refreshing to be reciprocated, like you're not playing the game alone.”

“I don’t play games. If I like you, you’ll know.”

“Can we start over? Let me make it up to you. I'll make the move this time.” He spun you around by the waist.

You chuckled, nodding at the rest of the girls a few feet away and carried on dancing.

He enjoyed the view for a few moments, watching you sway again before tapping your shoulder. You turned, your hair brushing against him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb. I’m Alex. I was at the bar, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are.” He knew the whole thing was downright cheesy, but he couldn’t get enough of your smile. “Would you like to dance with me?”

You chuckled, arms wrapping around his neck again.

“I hope your friends don’t mind me stealing you. I can tell you’re the favourite of the group, can’t help wanting to join in on the fun too.” This time, his hands gripped your waist with confidence.

“They’ll manage.”

“This dress is fantastic on you. You’re gorgeous.”

Your finger traced the outline of his lapel.

He might as well use his license to flirt to shamelessly declare his attraction. “What are you doing tomorrow? Can I see you again?”

“Okay, you can stop pretending, Alex.”

“I’m not. I do want to see you again, if you want to.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked up to him. “Well, I can’t tomorrow. We’re having a family day.”

It occurred to him there might not even be another chance. “We can meet next weekend, if you live around here?”

“I’d like that.”

He let out a tiny sigh of relief. “What’s your ideal date?”

“Will it be a date?”

“I want it to be. Do you?”

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Then it’d be our first. So tell me, what’s your ideal date?”

“I like movies, but probably not best for a first date. I’d rather get to know my date, so somewhere chill with good food would be great.” You looked up at him. “But I’m open to trying out new things. You got anything in mind?”

Alex slid down a little further. His thumbs grazed along the faintest dips where the band of your underwear dug on your hips. “Have you been to a shooting range?”

You shook your head.

“Interested at all? I’ll teach you the basics, maybe even impress you.”

“Not bad. You’re actually really smooth,” you teased.

“I want to woo you, and you let me. I want you to want me too.” After a beat he added, “Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? It’s only fun if you like it too.”

“I like it,” you reassured with a smile. “I should to head back though.” You stepped back, removing your arms from him.

“Do you need a ride?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” How convenient, a flawless excuse to be with you a little longer.

He didn’t realise it was the two of you left on the dancefloor as the group had moved to the bar. The chatter stalled as you approached. You bade your goodbyes, and when Alex announced he was driving you home, Liam gave him a knowing look and a firm pat on the back. Again, he hoped you didn’t see that.

You took his arm and on your way out, he took a stalk of pink rose from the doorway arrangement.

“For the pretty lady,” he said, presenting it to you. “Hope Emily doesn’t mind.”

“I won’t tell.” You smiled, the sweetest that evening. “Thank you.”

The streets were sparse and he was tempted to pretend to get lost to spend more time with you, but alas his body betrayed him.

At your door, he yawned. “I think I’m 30 minutes away from falling asleep.”

“Oh dear, that’s not good. Go now.” You nudged him.

“But I need your number first.” He took his phone out. “How soon can I text you?” he said when you gave it back to him.

“When you get home safe.” You gave his forearm a squeeze. “Thanks for the ride. I had so much fun, but you should go, really.”

Alex drove home with a smile, mind already wandering to seeing you again. You were too pleasing to the eyes. He sent you a quick text when he arrived and got ready for bed as fast as he could. Despite how tired his body was, his mind was too excited for rest to grace.

He didn’t like feeling like a pervert, but yes, he mentally undressed you and found your imagined-form absolutely beautiful. He owed himself the continuation of his lewd fantasy which was so rudely interrupted earlier. With you and your sweet smile in mind, his hand inched to his waistband.

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Sunrise (Alex Keller x GN! Reader)

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Submission #1 for the “Alex Keller Challenge” hosted by our one and only @glitterypirateduck

Quick note - no real TW, but mentions of OC Keller siblings and Neko (Alex is a cat dude on this blog). Some minor angst but it's generally fluff

Prompts used:

What were you thinking

Please don’t make me answer that

Keep talking

“How was work?” Your husband called from the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner when you didn’t respond. Blue eyes filled with worry as you bit your lip. From the moment you woke up (late, you might add) to now it felt as though the cosmic laws were your enemy. That Murphy’s Law chose you as it’s lucky contestant.

Mouth opening and closing, silent pleas escaping as you pitifully shrugged. Closing your mouth into a soft pout. Pulling your eyes up, you fought back the tears that were forming. The day weighing heavily on your soul.

"Hey, hey." His tone soft, as he crossed the room to stand in front of you. His touch gentle as he placed his palms over your shoulders. The warmth comforting as he quietly asked "what's going on inside that beautiful brain of yours, hm?"

Breath hitching, you lowered your gaze to meet his. The details blurring through the unshed tears as you slowly lifted your arms, finger tips grazing his sides. A soft huff as he pulled you in tight, both of you ignoring how sensitive his stomach was.

Eyes closing firmly, you let your cheek fall against his chest. A sob finally escaping your lips as he protectively cupped the back of your head. Humming softly as you felt every emotion from the day.

Resting his chin atop your head, he stayed silent. Softly rubbing one hand along your back as the other continued holding you close. His heart silently breaking at the sound of your pain.

After some time, your sobs dissipated into soft sniffles. The steady beating of his heart beneath your cheek grounding you; silencing the emotions and noise within your head. The feeling of his hand rubbing lazy circles across your back calming the nerves that were once screaming beneath your skin.

“Once you’re ready, I am here if you want to talk about what you were thinking about when you got home.” He offered, pressing a loving kiss to your hair as he continued to hold you. Mindlessly rocking your bodies back and forth.

Opening and closing your mouth, words escaping you as you merely shook your head. Pressing your face back into the soft fabric of his shirt as you grabbed fistfuls of the fabric from his back. Holding him tight, as though he would disappear if you let go.

“I’m thinking of trying out a new soup recipe later on. It has those drop dumplings in it, the flour ones that never get enough credit.” Alex hummed. “My sister sent it to me, jokes on her though. I’m not a catering service and the soup will be all mine.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face at the mention of the Keller siblings disputes. Shuffling your feet forward, you silently asked to curl up on the couch. Keeping a firm grip on his shirt, not letting him get too far away.

“You’re more than welcome to the soup if you want some. Unless it tastes terrible, then I’m not exposing you to my failed science experiment.” He continued, head leaning against the cushions as he pulled your legs to lay across his lap. “What happened today?”

You knew he was testing the waters, gauging your reaction and continuing to offer an ear for any venting you may find beneficial. Never once would he push you to talk about anything you weren’t ready to discuss.

“Please don’t make me answer that.” You sighed, head resting against his chest as you pulled his arm close. Tracing your fingers mindlessly over the lines that covered his skin. “Just keep talking; about anything. How’s Neko been?”

If there was anything Alex Keller couldn’t shut up about, it was you and his cat.

“She’s good, has a spotty haircut that she’s less than impressed about. Didn’t clean her back well enough and got some mats that were easier to trim out than try to brush.” He started, setting the scene of him and his sister wrestling the small animal to groom her. Giving you a much needed distraction. A small, sad smile crossed your face as you snuggled deeper into his chest.

If this lasts forever, you’ll be just fine.

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My entry for the Alex Keller challenge! I suck at writing lately so this is how I cope. More to come I hope!

Go participate in the challenge!

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(Bad, lousy, not good) RENDERS II

Ghost x Riot NSFW

Alex Keller and Farah Karim

Sexy back (Riot)

The touch of your hand

Request: Nora Salter (Infinite Warfare)

Alex Keller for ALEXKELLERCHALLENGE

Request: Soap x Asianf!Reader

Nikolai x Zhar: A Heart Full Of Pity 4

Request: Soap x Black f!Reader

Alex Keller and Farah Karim beach run for ALEXKELLERCHALLENGE

Love in an Elevator

141: someone crashed the jeep and it wasn't me this time

Price playing piano

Riot wearing (only) Ghost's gloves

Price and Heather

Tu mihi mundum clariorem (You make my world brighter)

Request: 141 + König with plus size f!reader

Request: Soap and Latina f!Reader

Request: Ghost and me

Wrong room - Zhar and Riot

Nikolai for the Lastochkas

Petra and Yuri

Nikolai comforting Riot

Campfire kisses (@rileyslibrary fanart)

Request: Tango (Mini MacTavish and Nikolai)

Hospital stay

Jazz club (@sofasoap fanart)

Request: From Eden (@blingblong55 fanart)

Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base. (@rileyslibrary collab)

OC Reference Sheet: On duty outfit and gear

OC Reference Sheet: Sportswear, swimwear, sleepwear, underwear, lingerie

OC Reference Sheet: Civilian attire, informal and formal

Eyecandy: Makarov

Alejandro Vargas and Rudy Parra

Kapano Vang and Phayvahn 'Nak' Sotsvahn

Mistletoe mancandy series masterlist

Mistletoe mancandy edits per request

Ghost x Riot

OC Reference sheet: facial scar, back tattoo

Ballerina

Request: Rudy x Mini MacTavish

Konig facecanon

141+Riot stupid ads

Lastochkas Christmas

Christmas dinner

New Years Eve

New Years Morning

Bikers

London friend date

Wolf-7 and Watcher-1

La Llorona

Frisky frisky

König backcanon (lol) + facecanon

Sorrow

Lastochka Squad

Nak and Riot at the beach

Golden Days of Winter: Riot and Nikolai

Fanart of Darker Matters (@nrdmssgs) - Ghost and Zhar

Failed Cowbow AU wip

Thirst pic from Riot

Hospital stay

Training I

Training II

Awkward idiots

Coffee date (with friends)

Riot and Mini

Mini, Soap and Riot

Florence 'Florrie' MacAlistair

Stupid sexy Makarov

Videocall with Soap

What is love? (Valentines special)

Petra and Riot

Corporal Edouard 'Grizzly' Petit

Grizzly x Florrie

Pregnancy

Lastochka Squad: geared up

Girls' night out

Gabi and Riot: Cartagena

Alex Keller

Vargas-Garza family

Graves and Riot (no chemistry)

Flashback: Young!PricexYoung!Heather

Men in suits

Sunshine

Ghost with dog

Sexy Keegan

Syd, Nak and Iskra

Riot, Nak and Zhar

Scar closeup