#alex keller x male reader

[burstinn]

brother, brother. since you wrote the one for the very tall male reader, up to do one about a short guy who’s built as a bulk? champ’ll be like 5’6 but able to lift a man Ghost’s size

the guys teasing him about it but then he just challenges them and BOOM super strength

slight nsfw if possible, please, it’s 03:42am and I don’t want blue balls :(

dk mate just a thought, sorry for bothering

SHORT READER, STRONG AS FUCK THO-

((Headcanons))

People mentioned: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alex, Farah, Rudy, Alejandro.

Warning: slight nsfw that's it, I got lazy with Farah bbg Farah and Ale and Rudy.. AUGHH

Note:Readers height is not mentioned.. So just think of reader just shorter than the boys.

And this is only for the 141 team and associates hcs

No Kortac but will be adding the Mexican special forces I.e Alejandro, ++++

Hope you don't mind-

You have trained hard though you were shorter than most of your colleagues you were just as strong as them maybe even more.

Which caught the attention of the wild renowned John Price. When he saw you with your team during a mission and watched how you worked well, you could get into small spaces and could take out just as much men.

You were swift and efficient at your job and when he offered you to work for 141, you spent no time to think and immediately agreed.. I mean like YOU in the 141?!? With the high leagues?!? You wouldn't even pass up the chance!

PRICE

-Already impressed when he first saw you, he swiftly went to speak too laswell about you.

-Not to say she wasn't impressed as well though

-So you got an offer on the spot after your mission. But Price did give you time to think about it

-When you said yes he simply nodded his head an said "Can't wait to have you be part of the team"

-He gave you time to change your mind, pack up, say goodbye to your former teammates and superiors before hopping on the heli and flying off to your new team. Excited and nervous.

-When you hopped off the Heli a hop in your step as you approach the highly revered team. Price immediately walks up beside you patting you in your back and pushing you forward.

-Happily letting you introduce yourself.

- He knows how strong you can be he's just waiting for you to finally show your potential so the team can see why he let you join the team

GHOST

-He immediately frowned under his mask.. There's no way.. Well it's not that he's very judgy with recruits... But.. Goddamn you were short.. Hell shorter than Gaz.

-But he shook off those thoughts there must be a real good reason Price chose you.

-And he won't doubt his captains choice.

- Don't judge a book by its cover or something

- When you got around base, meeting everyone getting comfortable. He comfortable with you as well you're a neat guy.

- Though when it came to training. He saw how you worked.. Like shit you broke the punching bag for fucks sake. No one was expecting that not really, so now Ghost's got really interested in seeing you train.

- When people asked you and Ghost to spar with each other he is hesitant. I mean look at you and look at him. You breaking the punching was not expected yes, but people break shit all the time.

- Thinks he could easily beat you. Worst case he would probably break something of you

- You actually seem to encourage him to fight with you until he says yes.

- Eventually said yes and quickly tried to take you down before you roll under him and lift the fuck out him and throwing him.

- face under mask went like 😨😦😐🤨

- Yoo? Tried to tackle you fails miserably now your on top of him. Sitting down on his neck cuz 😏😏 Your holding his hands on top of his head too BECAUSE RAAAAAAA

- " You're going easy on me lieutenant.."

- Going easy on you huh? YOU WANNA KNOW WHERE ELSE HE WON'T GO EASY ON YOU?!?

GWHWBWBSNSJWAAAHAHAHAHA.

SOAP

-He furrows his brow, eyes really wide when he saw you.

-Then as if there was no more other thought in his head.. He just walked up to you and picked you up.. Like a cat.

-Earning him a smack on his head from Price then Ghost. He puts you down after that. Saying a short sorry.

-He gave you a small smile. Though small doubts trickled in his thoughts. He brushed it off. You looked cute anyway not like he would pass up another cute guy that atleast won't hide their face 😒😒. Ehem ehem..

-So when you got comfortable around base he swiftly started chatting you up. Pleasantly having a nice conversation as always with you.

- He likes picking you up like a cat

- when you can't reach something, he'd pull you up to his shoulders so you can reach it

- Gets infatuated with you.. Thinks you're so cute.

- Height Jokes

- When you called him over to see how you pull up weights. Putting fucking 4 HEAVY ASS weights on each side. And you FUCKING LIFT IT

- He got so hard it's unbelievable.

GAZ

- Oh.. Uh?

- 🤨

- He thinks you're cool.. Non chalant about your height.

- He would bully you sometimes.. But it's all no harm.

-Height Jokes

- Would keep stuff out of your reach he thinks its funny, except for the part where you kicked him straight in the balls.

- One day he did that again keeping something out of your reach dangling it over your head..

-You suddenly picked him up. It made him scream and he waddled in your arms and fell off.

- Falling in his ass. HOW DID YOU CARRY HIM? LOOK AT YOU!! HOW'D YOU DO THAT??

- He opened his mouth to idk.. Scold you. Asked you how you carried him..

- Then he shut himself up when you carried him princess wedding style and moving him while looking down at your stuff finding wherever he fell your stuff.

- Blushing hee hee a little princess being carried

- You eventually set him down and he silently walked away

- Would do it again more frequently.. He just wants to be carried wedding style again.

ALEX KELLER

- Huh? 🤨

- Confuckled

- Talked to Price about you.. Asking questions then finally confirmed that you are part of 141

- Thinks of you like a small lost child sometimes

- If he sees you walking around base has to do a double take then remembers it's you.

- You're short he sometimes forgets to look down too see you. It's not like you're that short.. It's just he keeps his head up since the team is yknow... Tall.. Well taller than you.

- one day he got mad because " you weren't there" when he was looking for you.. Even though you were literally near him.

- So you reached over and grabbed his collar to pull him down. He got shocked and tried to pull away..

- But goddamn you were holding his collar like a fuckin' champ.

- Blood immediately pumps to his face.. And pumps somewhere down there YK YKKKK! ! ! WAAHAHAHAHHA

FARAH

-Bro is an inch taller than her

- Side eyes you for a moment before nodding her head to herself.. She knows you're strong but she still judging you tho

- Calls you gay.

- Plays with your cheeks.. Stress reliever face cheeks. You're the easiest to reach anyway

- She did nun wrong to you really.. She just saw how you beat everyones asses literally

- like?? Huuh?

- Wants to be like you too. Small but strong asfuck

- Not like she's not like that anyway

- Strong woman real real

- Slay

- Just gives you a small smile everytime she sees you.. Just impressed..

ALEJANDRO

- Thinks you look like a child. Even asked about if you were a child.

- Also doesn't see you sometimes.. Especially when there are other taller people in the room probably covering you from his line of vision.

- Spanish word for small, tiny, mini, short, Gremlin... Yeah..

- If he's upset with you and you get the fucking balls to turn your body away from him. Hell if you even think to walk away

- He grabs you by the back of your shirt/ collar. And turns you to face him. Close so you can see how upset he is by you.

- You even dare to give him a scowl.. Oh my god.. He'd either want to slam you on the floor or wall. Maybe scream in Spanish on you.

- May or may not still be angry with you. Or he let's you run off because he doesn't want to deal with you.

- ..... (make up sex..)

RUDY

- Treats you like a child even though he knows you aren't

- Asks you if you're okay if you even graze a shoulder, would put a hand on your head and ruffles it

- Also Spanish nickname for small... Bla bla bla

- Sometimes he picks you up and carries you around on his shoulder. Even with your protests, telling him how it's so damn embarrassing.

- it is but he don't care.. He thinks it's funny.

- Then if you turn the tables spinning him around with your legs. And flipping him over making him hit his head on the floor.

- Audible groan.. And looks at you like 😧🙁☹️

-Why'd you do that? ☹️☹️ kinda face

- Then Wait how'd you do that? 🤨🤨 face

- Now you show him your amazing ass Strength even though you're small asfuck

[rodolfoparras]

Sorry about all the mommy stuff but now I need a small fic about Alex with a mommy kink I am so desperate

Thinking about ways to comfort Alex after a mission.

Cw; mommy kink, Alex likes to call you mommy, 18+

Pairing: Alex Keller x Top Male reader

Despite having spent many years in the army, there’s been days where he’s left feeling drained.

All he wants to do on those days is to crawl up into your lap, sink down on your length and keep you inside of him until he forgets about his problem.

That’s exactly what he intends to do as he walks through your office door, clad in his comfiest pair of sweats and wearing a loose fitting shirt.

You’d been sat doing paper work before he’d walked in but had stopped completly when you saw him suddenly appearing in your office.

Usually you’d ask not to be bothered while doing work but just by looking at him it’s clear that he’s distraught, brows pinched together, bottom lip jutted out while he fiddles with the sleeves of his shirt.

Immediately you push back your chair, arms spreading wide open and signaling for him to come over.

It doesn’t even take a second before he’s stripping off his sweats, the plug he’d wore swiftly sliding out of him and dropping to the floor before he crawls into your embrace and sinks down onto your cock.

Instantly you see the way the tension bleeds out his body, eyes fluttering shut as his head lolls onto your shoulder.

“Want to talk about it baby boy?” You say, hand mindlessly caressing his stomach.

He just shakes his head in response because he just wants to focus on the way your arms wrap protectively around his waist, your stubble that prickles the back of his neck, and the smell of your cologne engulfing his senses, wants to focus on l how safe he feels with you here.

“Alright” you say with a heavy sigh, pulling your chair back to your desk, hearing the way he slightly whimpers at the sudden movement before he settles back down in place.

“Thank you mommy“ he mutters into your neck, eyes fluttering shut as he dozes off with you inside him.

[luboy7rt]

How I Think COD (Farah, Alex, Laswell, Graves, and Nikolai) Characters Might Hug You

(Note: This is just what I (My headcanons) think their hugs might be like, enjoy reading!) (Platonic, romantic) (GN - Reader)

Farah Karim:

- I think Farah’s hugs are careful, and gentle of what she thinks you wouldn't mind. Carefully placing her hands on your forearm or elbow as he would pull you into a soft short hug.

- Farah would glance over your face or body to ensure you were comfortable, by checking on your facial expression or body language.

- Farah would twirl your hair or clothing between her fingers just to have something to do or she would hold your hand firmly.

- Usually, those types of hugs are a bit longer but if it was a quick hug, she would pull you in then gently push you away once it was done and she would keep moving.

- She isn't that used to physical touch but Is willing to give it as long as it's not too much, I think she could get pretty overwhelmed or antsy If it goes on too long.

- If you are taller than her, she would rest her head on your chest or shoulder and wrap her arm around your forearm to bring you closer to her heart.

- if you are shorter or around the same height so would rest her chin on your shoulder and wrap her arm around the middle of your back to do the same, so you would be chest to chest and able to feel each other's heartbeats.

- She likes to ensure during hugs that she could either 1. Hear your breathing or 2. Listen or feel your heartbeat, it simply calms her down and she is quite used to worrying over her friends or loved ones.

Alex Keller: 

- Alex's hugs are quiet and relaxing, he would let out a sigh of relief and rest his eyes.

- His cheek would gently rest on your shoulder, chest, or head. Always listening to every little thing you do or say.. He would literally melt into you.

- He would hide his face into your neck and take deep breaths, forgetting he could definitely accidentally tickle or annoy You with his facial hair.

- He would pat your head or massage the back of your neck during longer hugs.

- He likes hugging for a while.

- He likes physical contact and wouldn't mind if you were clinging to him, he would just give a big smile and not mention it even if other people ask why.

- His thumb would gently rub over your knuckles or fingers, finding doing little patterns sweet.

- He would also sway during hugs, front to back or side to side, he would maybe even hum quietly.

- This man is warm and willing to share it.

- Quick hugs are little side hugs, where he pulls you into his side and flops his head over your shoulder or head before getting back to what he is doing.

- Basically, like a weighted blanket, puts all his weight on you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders to pull you in close.

Kate Laswell: 

- Laswell hugs are quite rare, unless they were half assed friendly hello hugs. For those hugs, it would be an awkward little front hug that ends with a back pat.

- Her rare hugs would feel quite safe, her arms either wrapped around your waist or one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head.

- She wouldn't necessarily pull you into a hug, but if you went up to her and asked for one she would allow it.

- Her hands are either on your hips or the side on the sides of your stomach, I believe she would gently rub over that area or pick at the bottom of your shirt.

- She would rest her chin against your forehead if she could, if she couldn't then she wouldn't exactly lean on you.

- She would allow you to lean into her through, she wouldn't push you off if you wanted a hug.

- Not into that much PDA, small touches or short hugs are fine, but if the hug lasts too long, she would gently pry you off of her.

Nikolai: 

- His hugs are a bit ‘lazy’, hugs are usually just side hugs while walking, his arm thrown over your shoulder, loosely tugging you around.

- He would pat your shoulder or head as he would tug you along to go see his new upgrade to his helicopter. 

- He's accidentally a bit rough, tugging you somewhere, or placing you somewhere during these side hugs.

- His hugs aren't the greatest, but it's warm and tight.

- He would wrap one of his arms around your head, and pat the top of it, or pat your jaw.

- Once the hug is done, he'll push you away gently and snicker if you stumble. But he'll ensure you don't fall by grabbing your forearm.

- He's not into that much PDA but when he does touch someone, He soaks up the physical touch, bonking your head with his knuckles, or poking you annoyingly.

Phillip Graves: 

- This man does all types of hugs, his most common are side hugs or front Hugs.

- His front hugs are firmly and tight, patting your back. His arms are tightly around your torso or your back. His arms tightly wrapped around, squeezing tightly but not enough to actually hurt. 

- He would let out a sigh, and move his head around quite a bit, his jaw one moment would be digging into your head, his nose pressed against your neck, or his chin digging into your shoulder... He would keep changing it until he gets comfortable or you complain loud enough for him to get annoyed.

- He likes physical touch, his hand was always on you, your shoulder, knee, head, etc.

- He wouldn't let go, you would have to ask him to let go, and he might pretend not to hear it the first time.

- He would squeeze you and rest his hand on the back of your lower back 

- Might tickle you, just to hear your laugh or to simply annoy you, he would have a smug smirk or let out a laugh.

- He would either be very quiet or be very rambling about his day. When he's quiet he just wants to relax but when He is talking he talks a lot and it doesn't matter if you respond or not, he's willing to just keep talking.

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller NSFW headcanons 

This was made with both masc and fem readers in mind. This man really has absolutely no content out there, so I'm here to provide for y'all 😎 Enjoy! (Also, sorry if this is a little dry. It's my first time posting headcanons 😔)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.) 

NSFW under the cut

-An absolute GOD at oral sex. He'll eat the pussy/suck dick as if he were famished

-Please smother him with your thighs when he eats you out/sucks you off. He'll be absolutely devastated if you don't. Doesn't care what your body type is, do it and he'll be happy for the rest of the week

"Fuckin smother me with those thighs, baby. What? No, no, don't you worry about me suffocating. If I do, then at least I'll die a happy man." 

-And if you look at him with any hint of unamusement, he'll chuckle and kiss your inner thigh. 

-Pays special attention to your clit/tip. He'll kiss at and slowly run his fingertips over it while complimenting your body. 

-"Look at this pretty little pussy/cock, baby. So adorable." 

-HEAVY on praise. Everything that falls from his mouth is either a moan or praise for you. 

-"Aw, fuck, dolly. You're taking me so well. Such a good girl/boy." 

-Prefers handjobs as opposed to head. Doesn't think you're bad at it or anything, just wants you to be able to respond to him when he talks.

-May not be big on head, but kiss his cock while your hands are wrapped around it and he might just cum right then and there. 

-Not very kinky at all, but he may have a bit of a breeding kink ngl..

-Mostly because he actually wants kids. Whether you can have them or not, he'll beg to fill you up. 

-Absolutely not a degrader. He'd feel way too bad. 

-If you really begged him, he might try degrading you, but that'll all melt away in five seconds as he gently kisses your face in apology, even if you're getting into it. 

"Oh, sunshine, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Just don't think I could degrade someone so gorgeous/handsome." 

-Very vocal, but mostly with talking. He 100% talks you through it 

"Lift your leg up a little bit for me, baby. There we go, good girl/boy." 

-If you're insecure about your body in any way, he'll carefully run his fingertips over whatever's making you insecure while fingering/jerking you off in front of a mirror. 

-"Look at that amazing body, sweetheart. Takes me so well, makes me cum everytime..so beautiful/handsome. How could you hate a body like that, hm?" 

-"Hell you mean you're too chubby/skinny? You're the perfect size for me, darling." 

-Kisses and caresses any scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks or anything else on your body you may feel self-conscious about.

-If you space out at any point, or if he just wants your eyes on him, he'll click his tongue to snap you out of your thoughts. 

-Constantly asking if you're alright. If you ever start crying during the act, he'll stop in his tracks and fuss over you. 

"Oh God, are you okay? Did I hurt you, sunshine? Too rough?" 

-Then when you convince him that you were just crying because of how good he's fucking you, he sighs in relief and chuckles a little. 

"Silly girl/boy. Had me all scared for a sec." 

-Will leave hickeys on you and will let you do it to him, but always somewhere noone else will see. You're his precious dolly, afterall. Why would Alex ever embarass you over making those marks visible? 

-Besides, with the way he's got his arm snaked around your waist in public, everyone knows you're his 

-Leaves hickeys on your chest, thighs and stomach (will definitely leave more on your thighs/belly if you're chubbier.) 

-Tickles your neck with his facial hair on purpose and smirks when it makes you giggle. 

-Has a lighthearted mindset about sex. Not opposed to making jokes and giggling during, before or after the act. As long as you're both feeling good, he's happy.  

-Tells you that your pussy/dick/ass is the best in the world. Genuinely can't get enough of it. 

"Shit, baby. This fuckin' pussy/ass is gonna make me cum..you wanna make me cum, baby? Yeah? Keep riding me then..just like that." 

-Favorite positions are ones where you're on his lap. It feels so intimate and loving, the way he can feel your grip tighten on his shoulders and see every reaction you make as his cock smoothly fucks you. 

-Mostly quite gentle. Will go harder if you want, but he's very cautious not to hurt you at all. 

-Can easily be top or bottom. Just depends on his partner wants. If you're a top? He'll gladly let you do whatever you want. Bottom? He'll take care of all your needs and desires. Switch? He's happy to flip-flop around until you're happy. 

-Makes you use your words. Rarely does things without you begging for it beforehand. 

-"Come on, darling. You know you have to beg for what you want." 

-Honestly a bit of a teaser. He'll get a big smirk on his face when you just whine to get fucked instead of asking properly. Clicks his tongue and gives a super dramatic shake of his head 

-"Oh, baby doll. That's not how we ask for things. Speak up, love. Loud and clear." 

- Can't deny you for long, though. The moment you beg he's all over you. 

-Big on eye contact. Will turn your face towards him and give you his best puppy dog eyes until your eyes stay on him

-Your pleasure always comes first 

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard and fat asf (lord have mercy 🙏🙏) 

-Aftercare is just as good as the sex. He'll run a warm bath/shower either you alone or the both of you and carefully wash whatever he can reach while sitting behind you. 

-"You did great, baby. You alright? Not sore, are ya?" "Good, good. My perfect princess/prince." 

-Then when you're both done washing up, you'd better drag your ass back to bed for one (or more) of the following: 

-#1: Cuddles

-#2: Movie/show marathon 

-#3: Round 2 >:) 

My first headcanons done! I'm sure y'all can tell that I'm an Alex girlie but honestly this man is so FINE 😫 how can I not be? I'll def make some SFW and Alex x chubby reader headcanons later, dw.

Let me know who I should do next! 

[lieutnt]

well of course this is coming now i lied they were totally related. alex w daddy kink? he always gave me the vibes hes had some girl call him it once and was like yeah okay. sure. why not. and never really gave it any thought until readers fucked him so stupid he just randomly blurts it out and is internally like AM I INTO THAT? but reader jus finds it hot and goes harder <3

okay thank u love you kisses

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Daddy kink, rough sex.

He thinks it doesn’t really affect him - sure he’s been called daddy before, but he just assumed that’s what his partner wanted and went along with it, even if it didn’t really make him feel anything. At least, that’s what he thought, until a bad day turned into a bad week and by the end of it he was falling into your arms, looking at you with those pretty blue eyes and pleading for you to take him out of his head for a while.

So that’s what you do, pound him into the mattress until his brain turns to mush and he loses all control of his mouth, unable to stop the mixture of babbling words and moans that pour out. Most of them are nonsense gibberish, nothing you haven’t heard before from Alex, until one hard, particular thrust jostles his body, and it slips out before he can even think; “Daddy.”

It sobers him up real quick, the reality of what he said crashing down on him. You feel it below you, the way he’s back in the room and beginning to overthink, so before he can spiral too far you���re yanking him up, one hand tightly holding his hip while the other crosses his chest to keep him pressed against you. 

He’s ready to brush it off, downplay it, until your harsh thrusts turn into deep grinds that have all thoughts scattering from his brain. Goosebumps quickly rise to the surface of his skin when you move closer to his ear, “That what you want baby? You want daddy to take care of you?”

That definitely strikes something within him, the way his hole clenches around you and Alex vigorously nods, choking on his own moans when you pick up speed again. You push him back down and take hold of his hips, gripping tight as you go harder, Alex wasting little time in testing out his new kink as he chants “Daddy.”

He moans the loudest you’ve heard in a while when you speak again. “That’s it, just let daddy take care of you.”

[nikolaiar]

COD Men and how you met (TF141 + Alex)

Gn reader but like I’m a guy so idk that may come across

TW: mentions of racism, murder, disgustingly wholesome meetcutes….

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Price:

•You two definitely met at a bar.

•One day after a rough day of training on base, him and his liberty buddy decided to get some drinks at a bar around the area.

•They we’re drinking some whiskey, trading stories when he saw you.

•You we’re with some friends, looking bored. Bars were never your scene but you’d tough it out for some bonding time with your pals.

•Price’s friend sees how he looked at you and teased him a bit, all but daring him to talk to you. So, he takes one last sip of his whiskey before walking over.

•He was flustered, admittedly. He tripped over his words, was flushed in the cheeks, and had an awkward smile on his face…luckily you found it charming.

Gaz:

•High-school sweethearts oh my god.

•Gaz has been a bit of a nerd in high-school (his name is Kyle, idk what to tell you) and always kept to himself.

•He was a person of color in the UK, and didn’t feel particularly accepted by his white peers, so he turned all that energy into his studies.

•Until you came along.

•You didn’t want to admit it, but you used to be a little punk. Wearing leather, running around with a wild yet close knit group of friends, having fun.

•You were a bit of an outcast too, and when you first saw Kyle, you knew you wanted to break him out of his shell.

•After hanging out with you for a few months, he was a changed man. He was confident, happy, and most importantly, in love. He’d only ever admit it to you, but you’re the one who gave him the balls to join the military.

Soap:

• Childhood friends????

•Soap grew up in a small town in Scotland, the place where everyone knew everyone…and that includes you. You would play in creeks with each other, ride bikes, make mud pies, all that good stuff.

•As you both grew up a bit, he would tell you all about how he wanted to be in the military, even trying to join before he was of the legal age.

•At 17, he got in. He promised to stay in touch, but over time you slowly became more distant.

•Years later, you both were invited to a wedding of a mutual friend (as all your friends were to some extent) and he saw you.

•He couldn’t deny how great you looked, and when you looked back at him, he could tell you felt the same. He grabbed two glasses of champagne and walked over, just to see what you’ve been up too, that’s all…

Ghost:

•You’d have to meet on base as a military member or veteran; it’s forced proximity or no proximity I fear.

•You we’re friends with Soap at first. You were only in the military because of financial hardships, so you didn’t take it as seriously.

•This initially pissed Ghost off, but after getting to know you, it grew on him. You could joke back with him but when it was time to get serious, you got serious. He appreciated that.

•I feel like you’d get drunk at a pub and he’d have to carry you back to base. You’d ramble on about how cool he is and how his mask is badass…He will never admit he was blushing that night.

•You will have to be friends a long while. He would never do anything to sacrifice his career in the military, and you respect that.

•After you get discharged, he’d keep in contact with you, getting drinks from time too time…maybe more.

Alex:

•He’d have like a legitimate meet cute.

•Alex just walking into a coffee shop and running into you. But, due to his fast reflexes, he caught both you and the coffee. Like, full on dipping you and everything.

•Alex would help you stand back up and you’d blush before thanking him, and he’d smile sweetly, handing you your coffee…but not before reading the name on it.

•’Y/N…right? It suits you.’

•This is a bit short but like, I don’t have much else to say. The baby boy had a meetcute idk.

[roadkillxd]

Ahh could a request a part 2 to the oral fixation request but with Alejandro and Alex? (Sub! M reader)

Happy fucking easter, you mad lads. Here's PART II to the oral fixation prompt ♥ I really like doing these types of things over fics so feel free to send some more with that in mind!! But I will totally still write fics of course, they'll just take longer.

↪ 2132 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — gen male submissive reader, oral fixation, finger sucking, public embarrassment, light degradation, mild face fucking, and cock warming.

Soap

Soap definitely has an oral fixation, too. The two of you kissing is always downright sinful. Very filthy. Too much spit and sucking and licking to really be considered kissing. 

But oh, how he loves to tease you with it. Does it on purpose, the bloody bastard, makes you red faced in front of the whole task force with what Ghost might call revolting romantic displays (the man hates PDA. Unfortunately, Soap is a walking case of it, especially when it comes to you).

The easiest way he always gets you is generally in the cafeteria. On rare occasions they get good food—shit like little bowls of vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top. Something sweet like that. You can bet your ass Soap’s either grabbing your attention only to tongue at that cherry for far too long before sucking it off the stem, holding eye contact the whole time, or he’s pressing it to your lips just to watch you instinctively lick it into your mouth and suckle before flushing bright when you realize half the table’s staring at you.

He can also definitely tie cherry stems with his tongue, but that’s another story.

He does it with other foods, too. Really, the man’s pupils blow wide every time he hand feeds you something and you take it into your mouth without a second thought. Sometimes he wonders if it’s because it’s him doing it, or if you’d do that for anyone, mindlessly taking anything into your mouth that gets a little too close. 

He’s proper annoyed when he can’t get any of the 141 to try and hand feed you, just to test his theory.

But oh, Soap loves getting head just as much as he loves giving it, and steamin’ Jesus does he get weak in the knees from your mouth on him. 

The man swears he’s never had a better blowjob in his life, and you might just believe him with how he moans and groans, squirming and humping into your mouth—really just being an all-around nuisance.

But he’s obsessed with how attentive you are about it. How intense. How you pay such close attention to his sensitive tip, the thick vein on the side, the little glands under the ridge. How you suck him like you’re suckling for milk—his words, specifically. The man called you a calf on a teet. You’d cuffed him in the back of the head for it.

And you can bet your ass his favorite position with you is sixty-nining. The both of you get so goddamn blissed out, so focused on sucking each other down, getting off from both the hot wetness around your lengths and the haziness of that headspace. That fuzzy little place you go, mind half blank when you can settle into suckling something.

Soap always likes to try and get you to go two rounds just so he can swallow one load down and let the other paint his face. 

Alex

Alex was a bit… confused.

Listen, the man’s done some exploring sexually, okay? He’s not a complete prude. He’s not vanilla. He likes to get tied up sometimes and maybe slapped around a little. Likes tying other people up, too. He thinks a girl might’ve called him daddy once and he came pretty quickly afterward. He’s been around a bit, is the point. 

He’s just… y’know… never seen someone look so damn blissful with something in their mouth before.

If anything, most of the gals he’s been with have either seen blowjobs as a means to an end or outright refused to perform them. He didn’t mind, of course, but it kind of set a precedent for him.

But then he’d kissed you that one time and when he’d pulled back he’d swiped his thumb along your kiss-swollen bottom lip, and before he could move it away you’d sucked it into your mouth and moaned. Eyes rolling slightly before fluttering shut.

His cheeks were burning, and honestly, his dick was probably twice as hard as it previously was, if that was even possible. You’d suckled and licked at his thumb like it was a cock, your head slightly bobbing, and he was gone for it.

He’s not generally a rough lover, and he maybe wasn’t the most proud of the bruises he saw on your knees the next day, but fuck, he’s never needed his dick in someone’s mouth so goddamn bad before.

Shoved you down by the shoulders. Listened to your stressed little whine when it meant his finger left your mouth—was quick to replace it with the tip of his cock, considerate as ever. 

He couldn’t help the quiver in his thighs when you hummed contentedly around the squishy head, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked and tongued at the weeping slit. Christ, he was dripping so much. It wasn’t something super abnormal for him, he was quite the leaky faucet, honestly, but not usually this early on.

He’s definitely the praise type, and it just makes your head that much more fuzzy, hearing that pretty strained voice above you as you swallow him down to the hilt, the muscles of your throat squeezing around him so deliciously.

“So fucking good, baby, mouth’s so hot, so tight. Fuck. You’re so good at this.”

He rarely will fully outright fuck your face unless you ask him to, but he will always lazily roll his hips as you blow him. Gentle, shallow little movements that move him about half an inch deeper before pulling back, again and again. Loves how you chase after his cock each time he pulls out—does it just to see it.

It's not something he can always afford, but he’s a romantic at heart, and honestly his favorite position isn’t particularly sexual, more so intimate. He likes letting you cock warm him with your mouth while you both sleep, while you both lay in bed. Likes waking up to it, too, if you decided not to the night before but woke up needy. He gets hard, sure, and leaks, but it’s not really about finishing for him. He pets through your hair and hums. Whispers little praise or groans quietly when you suck particularly hard.

He just likes the intimacy. The warmth. He's naturally a caretaker, and likes that he can do something for you to make you feel safe and good, especially if that's something you struggle to do for yourself.

Alejandro

Alejandro is a goddamn menace.

He notices you licking at and sucking on one of your knuckles one time? Good fucking luck. He goes full detective on you.

He ends up buying you a necklace with a rubber charm on the end. Maybe a little skull or something. Something unassuming—not too stim toy-esque. It was a genuine present, saw it and thought of you, it just so happened to double as the thing to confirm his suspicion.

He walks by a secluded desk you're sitting at, filing paperwork and catches you sucking on that charm? Oh, he’s fully leaning over you, arm placed on the desk to cage you in. Wolfish grin when you look up surprised, a little wide-eyed with a murmured and confused ‘Alejandro?’

The charm’s still in your mouth, your words a bit muffled and slurred because of it. You don’t let it go until he swipes his finger over your lips, tapping at the chain. You flush bright red when you realize what you’d been doing and you swear his eyes darken.

“Enjoy things in your mouth, pretty boy?”

Oh, he’s got you bent over that desk not but five minutes later, one hand stretching you open on his fingers, prepping you for his cock, and the other hand pressed against your mouth, making you gag on his fingers. Thrusts them in opposite time of each other, just to make you that much more fucked out.

Despite how much he loves to tease you, softly degrading you with hushed, raspy “dirty little thing”’s, and “puta sucia”’s he’s very, very supportive if it doubles as a stim thing for you.

Necklaces with little rubber charms become a common gift to receive from him. Some are more obvious for when you’re alone, clearly meant for stimming, shaped nicely for suckling and chewing if you so desire. Others are simply cute little shapes—stars and eight balls and significant numbers. Things you can pass off as simple keepsakes from Alejandro if asked.

The man will buy you a goddamn sippy cup if you so desire. He’s good at hiding things if needed and he just wants you to have your simple comforts to come back to after long, hard missions.

He loves making out with you. Encourages you to suck on his tongue, his lips. Leave him all kiss-swollen and red. Guides you by the hair to suck bruises into his neck, his shoulders—anywhere on his body is truly free real estate for your marks. 

Big surprise that he likes his dick sucked! But in particular he likes a lot of attention on his balls and taint. Strokes himself and tells you to kiss ‘em, make out with ‘em. He’s very sensitive there, and he makes such sweet sounds when you do. He always grooms, of course, but he’ll fully shave if that’s something you want from him.

König

Oh, König. My dear boy. I think he has an oral fixation as well, but specifically chewing. It’s more of just a stim for him, not really a sexy thing. Helps with his anxiety. Helps with the mask since no one can see if he’s got something he’s nibbling on, whether it’s gum or a necklace or whatever. He’s definitely a teeth grinder, too, so it helps to have something between his pearly whites to keep them from chipping or filing down against each other.

But it also means he understands when he sees you with your pen absentmindedly between your lips, or when you suck on your spoon long after you’ve chewed and swallowed your food. Or, at least, he thinks he understands.

Relationships are a bit hard for him. He feels a lot. And it’s a bit overwhelming, especially all the touchy, intimate parts of being with someone. So, it’s a slow process, getting him warmed up to you.

Eventually things get hot and heavy between you two, and your straddling his narrow hips (narrow for his frame, but still fucking big), his hood pushed up just enough for the two of you to make out. His large hands rub up and down your sides, and you gently rock your hips to grind your hardon against the hard planes of his shirt-clad stomach.

When you pull away from the kiss, there’s drool dripping down your chin, and for whatever reason, König instinctively reaches to swipe it up with his fingers, up and up until he’s pushing it back into your mouth, the two thick digits pressing onto your tongue as he essentially finger fucks your own saliva back into your mouth.

Except, the whole scene catches up with him, and he startles, embarrassed, about to pull his hand away and begin to intensely apologize when you suddenly grab his wrist, holding him in place, looking down at him with half-lidded, lust-blown eyes as you seal your lips around the digits and start to suck.

Oh, he lets out the most strangled, confused and yet aroused moan. He’s wide-eyed behind the hood, his own lips parted as he pants. His cock is so fucking hard in his far too tight pants.

He very quickly learns that he gets off on you sucking on his fingers as much as you do in turn.

Honestly? He prefers your mouth on his fingers over his cock. Loves to fuck into you slow and steady with three of his fingers stretching your jaw wide, fucking your mouth with them at the same pace as his rocking hips. Plus, the man’s almost as thick as a soda can. You can most likely get your lips around the tip, which he enjoys immensely, but he worries too much he’ll literally break your jaw if you go any further than that, so he never lets you.

You truly unlock something dark in König with your little fixation, though. He buys you a gag—one with a very small dildo mold on the inside, something for you to suckle on as he fucks you. He shyly admits afterward that it’s the first sex toy he’s ever bought and he had to (very reluctantly) ask Soap where he can even get them from. And then of course Soap insisted on tagging along to said adult store. You can’t help but laugh about it while König slaps at your arms and lightheartedly tells you to shut up.

[bxyp]

The night is filled with lust and sometimes a little bit of weed

Summary: You and your good friend got high in his apartment. But he offered you not only weed, but also something else, how could you refuse something so interesting?

Pairing: Alex Keller x Male Reader

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷. ᴏʀᴀʟ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ sᴇx.

warnings: NSFW content, blowjob, oral sex, oral receiving (reader), mention of drugs, drug use, weed, sex under drugs, male organs mentioned (cock, dick and etc.), pet names (pretty boy, cutie and etc.)

word count: 909

𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝘿𝙉𝙄 & 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 | 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙐𝙇 18+ 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙐𝙏

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠����𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲����𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔱, 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡. 𝔅𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭.

A difficult week will always be followed by a good rest. That's why you invited a good friend to your house for a relaxing evening. Who could have imagined that a simple weed could lead to two friends lying on the sofa in the living room, who were now half naked in the hot embrace of each other?

This is not something that simple friends can do. But you were now too busy with new sensations to think about anything else. His hands quietly roamed over your shoulders before they began to slightly lift the edges of your shirt. At this time, you no longer fully understood everything that was happening, as your movements became slow and blurred, as if in slow motion. But one thing you could understand for sure was that you were ready to sleep with your friend. Well, at least he was handsome...

His hands were under your shirt, tugging the edges of it. “Come on, you don’t need it anyway.” Alex's voice is huskier than usual, maybe because he's high, or maybe because you're both overcome with lust. With a quick movement, he removed your shirt. So now nothing can stop him from your gorgeous body. Your back was pressed against your couch as his mouth first began attacking your neck with small bites. Because your higher brain couldn't think straight, you were essentially a mess. Or maybe it was because your handsome friend pressed his lips to your neck?

You tried to get your own hands to his shirt, but halfway Alex's hands grabbed yours. "Not now pretty boy. I got something better in mind." He said under his breath, words were difficult to understand since his face was still pressed to your neck. Wet kisses left all over your collarbone and throat. All the words got lost in your head, unable to form properly. So instead, you place your hand on his hair, gripping his soft hair into your fist. For him to kiss you. Your lips brushed against each other as the room grew hotter for both of you by the second. Your lips pressed against his and a hot feeling radiated through your body. You eventually had to pull away to get some air, but a second later Alex was back with his soft lips on yours.

Over time, your jeans became too tight for you, as your dick was hard to the point where it pressed painfully against the fabric. You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, not breaking lip contact. A little whines started escaping from your mouth, uncontrollably. Alex couldn't let those pretty whimperes slip away. "Oh, is my cutie got a problem here?"

Your mind might be fucked by weed, but you still could speak. "Shut the hell up..." You mumbled moving your hands to cover the boner in your jeans.

Alex took your hands in his, looking into your eyes. Perhaps it was a hallucination, but you could see his love-sick gaze. "And I have a way to help you." His fingers traced to the zipper of your pants. Your half-closed eyes watched as he unbuttoned your jeans.

This might ruin your relationship with him as a friend. But at the moment you couldn't care less. The way his hands were on your legs while his face was so close to your clothed cock made you forget everything, making you just what his beautiful mouth on your dick. The feeling of his fingers making their way to your underwear made you go insane, his touch felt intoxicating and made you feel even more hot in your stomach.

You couldn't take your eyes off his pared-apart lips that were so close to your crouch. As you were so distracted by his face that you didn't see how Alex quickly took your underwear down just enough for your hard cock to be free. The tips of his fingers brush over the head of your cock. You wanted to look away but the way he was doing this just made you stare at how your dick looked at his hand. He made a little kitty lick of the tip of your member, a herd of goosebumps went through your entire body, causing your breath to tremble, and a light groan seemed to be stuck in your throat. Alex's smile grow wider seeing your fucked up state which made you even more sensitive to his touches.

"So, this made you shake so much? Well, I can do even batter." At first, your foggy brain didn't understand what he meant. But as his mouth wrapped over your dick, all thoughts were knocked out of your head making you think only of his mouth. He wasn't quick with taking your cock fully in his throat. But this peace was enough to drive you insane.

You started to blink faster as he took more and more of your dick into his mouth. "Fucking hell, Alex…" Your hand moved to his hair, pulling him more. And he didn't even stop you. His eyes looking at yours, Alex wanted to see how fucked up he could get you.

Your mouth was out of your control from weed and he wouldn't stop now. So Alex continued to move his head up and down of your cock. Leaving you breathless with each move.

Needed to say that this was not only the best rest you had in a while but also the best blowjob you had in your life?

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[s0apmactav1sh]

Cw: Monster AU! Human!Alex keller and werewolf!Reader during a rut. Mindless smut.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI WITH THIS BLOG OR ITS POST YOU WILL BE BLOCKED THANK YOU.

- Alex who has to deal with his werewolf boyfriend who's going through a rut. Most of the time he is around to due to his work but there are times were he is and will come home just because his boyfriend begs him and he cant resist the mans puppy eyes.

- Werewolf!Reader who had been waiting so patiently in the bedroom for his little mate. Some of Alex's underwear ruined with precum that he had tried using to get rid of some of the cum that was built up in his balls.

- Alex who is pounced on the minute he steps through the door to their shared bedroom in the small apartment they live in. Barely able to recognise whats going on before his clothes are hastily ripped off and a thick cock is rutting against his ass immediately.

- Werewolf!reader who barely manages to stop himself from just spearing alex on his cock, knowing that he would hurt him. So instead bends him over the end of the bed to lap at his hole enough to lube it up so he wouldnt hurt alex when he did push in.

- Alex who has to deal with getting bit along his shoulders and neck while he's being pounding into. Hole so stretched open just to take his boyfriends cock that is leaking precum like a faucet all over his walls. The squelching sounds so loud in his ears from the spit and precum that his hole was lattered in before his boyfriend was able to push into him.

- Werewolf!Reader who finds cant help but bite alex to ease that gwaning voice in his head thats telling him to just go for it and finally put his claim onto the human. Even though he so desperately wants to he knows he wouldnt be able to stop himself from knotting the poor man underneath hims ass when he did.

- Alex who goes dumb in as soon as the third round begins. He's had no breaks in between and he is just so oversensitive his own cock being unable to shoot out a load anymore only a small dribble of watery cum being release each time hes push over the edge.

- Alex who can hear the groans and growls coming from his boyfriend on top of him all while they stay happily humping away at his tight hole even though theyve just promised to give him a few minutes to collect himself :(

- Werewolf!Reader who is just so happy he was able to have his boyfriend with him during his rut. So glad that he wouldnt have to rut against the pillows and his underwear because Alex was here for it.

_

Have I any clue what I just wrote? Nope. Did I enjoy writing it? Yes. Will I make more of this? Probably.

@rodolfoparras

[bulletwoundz]

Wheres my Alex Keller boyfies at??

Theres barely any male reader fics for him and none of them are smut 😭

LEMME HAVE A PIECE OF THAT MAN!!

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Little brainrot.. Alejandro, Simon, Price or really any CoD man really, who has a partner that constantly gets overwhelmed/overstimulated by cuteness aggression that causes them to bite him and he lives for it. Cocky bastard finds it as an excuse to flex his muscles whenever you bite his arm.

Sometimes when it's surges of energy that you get rowdy with him but he's a patient man.. maybe not towards anyone but when it comes to you anyway. Zoomies?.. Zoomies!

Finds it absolutely amusing when you squeal and kick your feet up from the bed under the sheets in order to release some of the pent up energy. That soft sigh after gets him to chuckle, grabbing you and pulling you closer to him to rest both of your bodies, feeling the soft warmth of your skin and the movement of your breathing.

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Tw: mentions of abuse on the author's note, do not read if such topics make you feel uncomfortable or disturbed. This is not a vent but it is to spread awareness on a case.

A/n: Before you guys ask, I'll establish this, the reader is doing this consensually and they do not bite hard enough to actually hurt their partner, it's just playful like many people do in NORMAL and NON-ABUSIVE relationships, I do not wanna hear shit comparing them to Wilbur because in general this idea is cute, playful and domestic but that guy just ruined it for all of us but this isn't about him, GO SUPPORT SHELBY!! She deserves all the love she can get after going through the shit Wilbur put her through. This has been on for a long time now, no one should stop talking about it especially because everything he did was fucked up and has hurt someone in every way possible.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about...

Alex Keller, anyone? This Price Jr golden fox has me in chokehold but there's little to no mlm content with him.

Just wanna kiss and worship this sweetheart with his golden heart and steel ba— ahem, leg.

My boy deserves it >:<

Let’s make one thing clear, you didn’t mind Alex and Farah’s friendship, in fact you were more than glad that he had someone this close to him.

However sometimes it was hard not to let the green monster show its face especially when they seemed to work so well together not just on the field but off the field as well and it didn’t make it any better hearing the way your squad mates would talk about them like they were an old married couple

You know your squad mates didn’t mean any harm, they didn’t even know that the two of you were dating, seeing as Alex and you had chosen to keep your relationship private and you know Alex and Farah were just friends and that he wouldn’t do anything to ruin your relationship.

But the green monster didn’t really care about the logistics of things as it pushed you into taking a few more drinks and being touchy feely with another soldier from your team in hopes of coaxing Alex’s green monster out of its hiding place.

It doesn’t take much for it to come out, as Alex spots you and the soldier getting chummy with each other, an indecipherable look painting his face as he grabs ahold of your arm while pulling you away from the party.

You might’ve had a couple of drinks but you were coherent enough to see the surprised look on everyone’s face, coherent enough to feel the blood pooling to the lower half of your body, and coherent enough to willingly follow him to his room knowing what’s about to happen.

It’s very rare for Alex to take control but you might’ve just pushed your luck enough to get what you want.

He quickly pulls you into his room, pushes you onto to bed, clothes are being discarded in a flurry mess along with his prostate leg, with Alex swiftling prepping himself before he’s perching himself onto your lap.

It’s rare to see Alex take control, so you indulge in it, even going as far as fueling the fire when you go to speak.

“You sure you don’t want Farah in my place?” you say, lazily smiling up at the man, while keeping a hand on his hip for balance as he lines your cockhead up with his puckered rim.

“Shut up” he says through gritted teeth before he sinks down on your length with a determined look on his face.

You barely have the time to adjust yourself before he sets a steady pace, your head lolls back onto the bed board as gasps escape your lips.

Let’s just say that after that, everyone on base knew that the two of you are dating.

Spitball w/ me?

[mockerycrow]

Smut Prompts #1 Masterlist

This is a masterlist for JULY 2023 Smut Prompts. Includes M! F! and GN! Readers. As of July 8th - July 2023 Smut Prompt Requests are CLOSED PERMANENTLY. Thank you for every request <3

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

“Tying Them Down As Punishment” (GN!Reader)

“Holding Their Shoulders For Stability” (GN!Reader)

“Overstimulating Them Until They’re Begging” + “Crying Because It Feels So Good” (Male!Reader)

“Going Down On Them In The Backseat Of A Car” (Fem!Reader) COMING SOON

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

“Pulling Their Hair” (GN!Reader)

“Grinding Down Against Their Lap” (Male!Reader)

“Licking Their Neck To Make Them Gasp” (Male!Reader)

“Taking Care Of YOU Afterwards” + “Kissing The Marks Left On YOU” + “Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (Fem!Reader) COMING SOON

“Going Down On Them In The Backseat Of A Car” (GN!Reader)

“Slapping HIS Ass” + “Putting A Hand Over HIS Mouth To Be Quiet” (Fem!Reader)

JOHN PRICE

“Interlacing Your Fingers During It” + “Grinding Down Against Their Lap” (Fem!Reader)

“Waking Them Up With Oral” (GN!Reader)

“Riding Them” (GN!Reader)

“Tying Them Down As Punishment” (Male!Reader)

“Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” + “Holding Their Shoulders For Stability” (Fem!Reader)

“Telling Them How Good They Are” + “Laughing Halfway Through” (Male!Reader)

“Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (Price Receiving) — GN!Reader)

FARAH KARIM

“Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (Fem!Reader)

“Waking Them Up With Oral” + “Taking Care Of Them Afterwards” (Fem!Reader)

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

“Interlacing Your Fingers During It” (Fem!Reader)

“Licking Their Neck To Make Them Gasp” (GN!Reader)

“Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (GN!Reader)

“Taking Care Of Them Afterwards” (Male!Reader) COMING SOON

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

“Interlacing Your Fingers During It” (GN!Reader)

“Taking Care Of Them Afterwards” (Fem!Reader)

“Waking Them Up With Oral” (GN!Reader)

“Putting A Hand Over YOUR Mouth To Stay Quiet” + “Overstimulating YOU Until You’re Begging” (Fem!Reader)

“Waking YOU Up With Oral” (Fem!Reader)

“Going Down On Them In The Backseat Of A Car” (Male!Reader)

“Trying A New Position With Them” + “Laughing Midway Through” (Fem!Reader) COMING SOON

“Putting A Hand Over HIS Mouth To Stay Quiet” + “Overstimulating HIM Until He’s Begging” (Fem!Reader)

“Overstimulating Them Until They’re Begging” (Top!GN!Reader + Bottom!König) COMING SOON

KÖNIG

“Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (GN!Reader)

“Grinding Down Against Their Lap” (Fem!Reader)

“Holding Their Shoulders For Stability” + “Riding Them” (Fem!Reader) COMING SOON

“Overstimulating Them Until They’re Begging” (Top!GN!Reader + Top!Ghost) COMING SOON

ALEX KELLER

“Licking Their Neck To Make Them Gasp” (GN!Reader)

“Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (GN!Reader)

“Pulling Their Hair” + “Riding Them” (Male!Reader)

“Overstimulating Them Until They’re Begging” + “Telling Them How Good They Are” (Fem!Reader) COMING SOON

RODOLFO “RUDY” PARRA

“Putting A Hand Over Their Mouth To Be Quiet” (Top!GN!Reader)

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller x chubby reader headcanons

Guess who's back with a 3rd Alex post in 3 days? These headcanons will be entirely SFW, focusing on a chubbier, gender-neutral reader, because Lord do we need more headcanons on this man, especially with chubby readers 🥲

Just a quick reminder that y'all are beautiful, no matter your weight 💙

Enjoy! 

-Ik I mentioned this in my NSFW Alex headcanons, but that one (obviously) was more sexual. But, he will still force you in front of a mirror, even in a non-sexual context, arms hugging you from behind while he whispers in your ear about how beautiful/handsome you are. 

-His fingers trail on each and every stretch-mark, observing them with pure delight. 

-And if you dare to complain about them, he's shutting that right down. 

-"What do you mean you don't like 'em? They make you look like a tiger, and everyone loves tigers." 

-"Yeah, but tigers aren't chubby." 

-"They can be. And when they are, they're extra cute." 

-Probably proceeds to show you this pic as well

-Your belly has become his personal pillow. 

-Its also almost like a stress ball to him, too. He'll softly knead at it like dough when y'all are cuddling, pressing kisses to the skin and tickling you with his facial hair. 

-When he gets home from a particularly long deployment, all he wants to do is just bury his face in your belly and forget about life for a while. 

-Will also ask for pictures of your tummy while he's away. Tells you how much he can't wait to come home and cuddle with you. 

-"That belly is the perfect pillow for me, baby. Can't wait to get home and fall asleep on you ❤"

-Absolutely doesn't take anyone shaming you for your body. He probably gets more pissed than you do, but he isn't super confrontational. As much as he'd like to knock the person out, he doesn't, and just leads you away instead.

-If those harsh words get to you, he'll drag you back to the mirror and gently ask you to tell him the specific things you don't like about your body. Then, he'll caress and compliment whatever you point out.

-"What do you mean your thighs are too big? They're literally the softest things in the world. You're nothing short of a warm, cozy pillow, baby. My pillow." 

-Also has an obsession with your thighs. Please let him kiss and squeeze them, he'll probably never be happy again if you don't. 

-Can't stop touching your stomach. He's also obsessed with that. 

-He'll make you feel like the most beautiful/handsome person in the world just with his words, which are always sincere.

-"Hope you know that you've got the best smile, baby doll." 

-If you're at a stage in your life where you actually want to lose weight, he hopes you do it for yourself and noone else.

-Always reassures you that he'll love you no matter what you look like. 

-"I don't care what you look like, baby. You'll look amazing no matter what you do." 

-Will actually help you work-out if you wanna try it. Always there to encourage you and honestly just sees it as more time spent with his wonderful partner.

-Also, he'll only be wearing a thin white shirt and gray shorts while exercising. Do with that what you will 🤭

-Goes clothes shopping with you a lot. 

-If you find clothes that you really like but they don't fit, he'll rub your shoulder comfortingly while searching the racks for another size.

-And if the store barely has anything that fits you? He's fuming about it on the way home and then tries to see if he can get you something customized to fit you. 

-Enjoys bathing with you just so he has an excuse to touch at and clean your body. Rubs soap all over your tummy and makes sure it's all nice and clean so he can fall asleep on it later. 

-Picks you up constantly and grins when it makes you giggle. 

-Once when you were especially sleepy and he made breakfast, he simply just scooped you up, carried you to the dining table and grabbed you a plate. You were definitely 100% awake after that. 

-His lap is always avaliable for you to sit on. 

-Sometimes pouts when you don't sit on it and looks at you with the saddest eyes until you do. 

-"Aw, is my lap not comfy enough for you, dolly?" 

-And if you insist you'll crush him, he looks at you like you have 5 heads. 

-"Thats the craziest thing I've ever heard. Come on, love. Get your pretty/handsome ass over here."

-Pats his thigh when he wants you on his lap, too. His arms immediately wrap around you when you sit on him, giving you a hug so tight it takes your breath away for a sec. 

-Never allows a negative word about yourself fall from your mouth.

-"Don't say that, baby. It's not true. Not at all." 

-"I wish it wasn't so hard for you to see yourself from my perspective. You're amazing, sweetheart. Always have been and always will be." 

-Would absolutely be a wonderful partner overall, no matter your body type or background. Alex genuinely couldn't care less about what you looked like, and would totally throw compliments at you so much you'd get flustered. 

Let's gooo another one done! I'm sure y'all can probably tell that I'm chubbier myself, and as such I'm here to provide for my fellow chubby readers out there with content on this wonderful man 🙏

Feel free to leave requests on who I should do next!

[thegnomelord]

A mostly random combination of dialogue and action prompts to celebrate all of you bc, seriously, ya'll are amazing :),

Rules: Max 2 characters for a prompt but then it's gonna be poly, you can specify reader's gender/specific au/if characters are trans or cis. I'm only doing a prompt once. I tagged the characters I'm confident writing for but ya'll can ask for other ones :Dd. + indicates what's taken but i've yet to write.

Remaining free prompts: 21, 24, 27, 31

I only do Male/GN reader.

Game lasts until the 1st of December

"Do you-" "If you suggest I sit in your lap I'll kill you."

“That’s enough. Take a cold shower and when you’re done come back to me.  Don’t dress yourself.  No drying off."

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.”

“You look like you want to devour them.” +

“My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot.”

"This doesn't mean anything, right? We're just friends?" +

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

"If this is a joke it isn't funny."

"You have a piercing where?"

“Bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?” +

“That could be us.” “That is us.” +

"What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public." +

"Get up." +

"I’m in a good mood today, you may choose your punishment this time but only if you ask for it politely." +

"Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me what you want." +

"What are you doing up so late?" +

Oral as punishment +

Sex after a near death experience +

Becoming self-conscious after the clothes come off +

Trusting enough to give up control

Discussing boundaries before doing something new in bed

Playing with their hand. +

Washing their hair

Trying to find those little souvenirs with your names on it

Drunk confessions

Pulling them closer by the back of the neck

Going to sleep after an argument

Forehead kisses

A hug from behind

Kissing scars

Somehow your training session turns into a tickle fight

Finding their OnlyFans account

[roadkillxd]

❝ prompt: sex pollen. ❞

OKAY I’m up way too late so I’ll proof read this tomorrow. Enjoy!

Alex Keller x M!Reader  ↪ 3995 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male submissive Alex, cis male dominant reader, dub-c0n, inaccurate science and military garbage, sex pollen / aphrodisiacs, drugging, referenced / implied pegging, prostate stimulation, oral sex, praise, unsafe sex, fingering, penetrative sex, anal sex, and implied / referenced date r*pe drug targeting women because I don’t know how to tag that but thought it could be upsetting.

Key — C/S for callsign, Y/N for insert name.

You fall in step behind Alex, rifle down but poised. The hallways are sterile and ominously silent, nothing but your footsteps and the soft buzzing of the bright white lights echoing down the corridor. 

You’d met resistance earlier on in the lab, but past the airlock Alex had busted open you’d found no signs of life—which was damning, considering you were both here for information, having yet to find a shred of paperwork or even a damned filing cabinet that wasn’t empty. 

The two of you didn’t have to say it to know you were both thinking it—this was either a trap or a waste of time. They’d probably somehow caught wind of the raid and cleaned up shop, evacuated the scientists. There was nothing here. 

But Laswell would have your heads if you abandoned op without searching the entire laboratory, so here you were, waiting for Alex’s signal as he inched his gun past the corner of the door frame to scan the room before waving you on past him. 

You raise your gun as you sweep the room one more time. There’s a lab counter against the wall with canisters atop them, each set into their own metal holder. You don’t see any wording on them, just pink paint around the middle of each canister.

On the opposite wall is a desktop that you make your way over to.

You leaned down to peek at the computer case, finding it intact unlike all of the others you’d seen so far, dismantled with all of the important information bits missing.

“Got something,” you called out to Alex.

You booted the PC up, propping your gun up against the desk as you sat down in the rolling chair. Alex came up behind you, leaning, inked arm over your shoulder to support himself on the desk as he watched you search through the computer’s files. 

“I don’t know what any of these are,” you mumble, scrolling through a plethora of scientific looking names.

“Chemicals,” Alex responds gruffly, and you tsk.

“Well, yeah, thanks. But what’re any of them? There’s a shit ton.”

Alex lets his gun go slack on the strap, reaching to point at one of the lines of text, the one that reads bis(2-chloroethyl) sulfide. 

“Mustard gas.”

“Christ,” you sigh out, “do you know the others?”

“Nope,” he admits, squinting at the screen, “not for us to know, though. Let's just get this back to Laswell, alright?”

You frown, scrolling a bit further down. Your eye catches on a specific file, far less complicated looking than the others. 

Bufotenin aphrodisias. 

You glance over to Alex, who’s busy jimmying the lock on a filing cabinet, and then look back to the computer.

“Alex, do you know what bufotenin is?” 

“Toad venom, psychoactive in concentration,” he mumbles, and then looks over to you, “are you still…? We need to get—”

You click on the file.

The screen goes black and you startle, watching the faint lights of it’s machinery blank out one by one.

“Shit.”

“What did you—!?” Alex begins, cut off as you both hear the loud, droning beep of the metal door locking shut, the light on the keypad turning red. 

You both look at each other just as the lights go out, the dull crimson of the emergency lights basking you in an ominous glow.

And then you hear the hissing.

Alex turns around, toward the sound just as the canisters seem to pop, a cloud of pink mist blasting into his face. He watched wide-eyed as he instinctively gasps in a big breath, too late as he inhales whatever the hell it is, before turning away coughing. The gas slowly starts to leak out onto the floor, toward you.

You back away, pressing your forearm over your mouth and against your nostrils like that’ll do you any good.

Alex hasn’t fallen dead on the floor yet, which you pray is a good sign, especially considering how particularly vulnerable he is to chemical weapons after the whole situation at the Highway of Death.

He looks up to you wide-eyed, and scrambles towards you, the hand not trying to cover his face tugging at his utility belt. He yanks his gas mask loose and grabs you, shoving it over your head.

“Alex, what’re you—” you gasp out, feeling him seal it as you take a deep, stuttering breath of stale air. 

The mist overtakes the room slowly, and Alex just stands in front of you, holding your wrists in fear you’ll try and pull the mask off—try and play heroics to spare him or something.

Except, you know better. Alex has already breathed in an ungodly amount, a mask wouldn’t do him much good now.

You try and shift, to move and look around the room—for a way out, but Alex’s hands remain tight around your wrists, and he yanks you back in front of him when you step away.

“Alex,” you hiss, tugging against him again.

His pupils are blown wide, and you can see how much he’s sweating, taking in big gulping breaths—panting. Definitely not something one would usually do in a room filled to the brim in possibly deadly gas. 

He blinks a few times, though, releasing you to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“S-sorry, I—I checked out for a second,” he says meekly.

“What’re your symptoms, Alex?”

“Shit,” he breathes, cringing at the wetness of his mustache, the sweat collecting at his upper lip, bitter, “uh, fever. Definitely. Lungs kind of burn. That’s expected. Heart’s beating pretty fast, maybe just adrenaline.”

“Strong maybe.”

“Yeah. Yeah, uh…” he trails off, his breath stuttering, pink tongue peeking out to lick at his chapped lips.

You frown, pressing a hand to his forehead. You startle slightly when he immediately reaches up to grab your forearm, holding you in place with a gentle squeeze. He’s burning up, skin slick and searing. 

“You’re not gonna die on me, right?”

Alex barks a laugh, short and a bit choked, but a laugh, and you can’t help the small, sad smile you give.

“Let’s find a way out of here first, yeah?” He says, and his voice is noticeably gravellier. He doesn’t let go of your arm for a long moment, however, not until you give a slight tug. He frowns and releases you with another murmured, “sorry.” 

You head over to the door, digging for the keycard you pulled off one of the hired guns earlier. The little screen beeps at you when you swipe it, flashing red, and you huff, trying it a few more times only to be met with the same ACCESS DENIED.

“Key cards no-go. Low clearance,” you grunt, tossing it onto the floor. 

“Computer’s dead,” Alex responds, fucking with the PC case before giving it a hard punch.

“Woah, woah, hey,” you call, taking a few steps toward him. He’s hunched over under the desk, and you can’t see his face, but you can see how his shoulders rise and fall with heaving breaths, “still need that hard drive in tact, Alex, right? Remember?”

You feel like you’re talking to a child, or a wild dog, morelike. But he’s off-kilter. Out of it. You can tell how he’s trying to maintain his hold, though, as he gives a frustrated sigh and turns to stand with yet another “right, sorry.”

“I’m gonna try and call this in,” you explain, “hopefully we can get a signal. Get some backup out here.”

He nods, but he doesn’t really seem to be listening as he scans the room, blinking with purpose like he’s trying to keep his vision clear. You watch as you fidget with the radio, finally getting a barely clear line into Laswell as Alex seems to spot something across the room.

“Watcher-1, how copy?”

“Getting a lot of static, C/S, but I can make you out. Send traffic.”

“Building should be cleared but, uh, we ran into a bit of an… issue.”

You get a burst of static and wince, barely making out the go on, C/S.

“Found a computer. Hard drives should be intact but possibly wiped. There must’ve been a trap or something in the system. Locked us in one of the lab rooms here and gassed us.”

“What’s your condition?”

You watch Alex across the room pull some kind of lever, something akin to a fire alarm on the wall, and hear a loud metal thunk as some of the slatted vents along the ceiling open, hissing following, though this time like air being sucked out. You slowly watch the pink mist in the room dissipate, the air units kicking on to hopefully begin filtering in fresh oxygen. 

“C/S? Do you copy?”

“Yeah, yes, ma’am. I’m alright. Got a mask on, and looks like Alex just got the air filter up and running, but he took a blast of it. We don’t know what it was, but he’s conscious at the moment. No visible damage externally. He’s running a bad fever.”

“Understood. Captain Price and his boys are still wrapping up at the other facility. I’ll have them head to you, ETA two hours. Do we think Alex can make it that long?”

You look up at Alex, who’s leaning heavily against the wall, but he gives you a slow thumbs up.

“Affirmative. I’ll call if that changes.”

“Copy. Out.”

You switch the line off, pulling off the gas mask as you watch the last bits of pink gas suck up through the air vents, the system chugging for a few seconds before Alex flips the switch again and the slats slam shut.

He pushes slightly off the wall, mouth working like he’s about to try and speak before he collapses, toppling onto the ground with a grunt. You rush over to him, rolling him onto his back. He groans long and deep, arm thrown over his eyes and his other gloved hand pressed against his mouth.

“Hey, hey, Alex, talk to me,” you rush out, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a little shake. His hand moves from his mouth to grab your wrist, squeezing at you like he’s trying to ground himself. 

“New symptom,” he grits out.

“Fainting?”

He chokes out what you could barely consider a laugh, making you wince as he slightly squirms in place.

“Southern blood flow,” he grins, though it seems forced, or maybe spiteful.

Your brow furrows, and it takes you a second to process what he’s said as your eyes slide down his twitching body.

“Oh…”

“Oh,” he parrots, “just my luck, huh?” 

“Fucking—God. Alex, I’m sorry, this is my fault, I—”

“Shut up,” he huffs out, moving his arm from his eyes to rest above his head, staring up at you half-lidded. You raise a brow at him, a little thrown off. He’s not usually so… curt. Though you suppose he’s not usually lying beneath you rock hard, either, “shit happens. Rather be horny than dead.”

He’s still sweating immensely, and his pupils are still blown. You slide your hand from his shoulder, the one he’s still gripping, to his throat to try and feel for his pulse. You realize you can see it pumping against his neck.

You press your palm over the pulsing skin and Alex moans. You flush with embarrassment and try to pull your hand away, but once again Alex holds you firm with a desperate whine.

“Alex,” you whisper.

“Hurts,” he gasps out, and it almost sounds like a sob, “hurts when you’re not touchin’ me.”

“O-okay, just…” you place your other hand on the center of his chest and he shivers, hips bucking up into nothing. He tugs his own gloves off, trying to reach back, tugging at straps and belts on your uniform like he’s trying to get it off—trying to get at your skin. You let him, knowing he’s not gonna be able to get past any of it with the way he’s lying, not this uncoordinated.

“Please,” he says, begs, and the tone of it makes something guilty stir in your core, “please just—it hurts, Y/N.”

“I’m touching you, Alex,” you try, like reminding him will make it better. He only whines.

“S’not enough, fuck, just—” he twists around, pushing up onto his knees and grabbing your ankles to yank you forward, knocking you flat onto your back. He brackets your head with his arms, leaning down to hide his face against the crook of your neck, panting against your heated skin. His hips rock against yours, against your own crotch, and you can feel the outline of his hard cock through the fatigues. 

“Stop me,” he growls out, grasping at your hips, squeezing hard enough to bruise, “if you don’t want this you need to stop me. Hit me ‘till I stop, knock me out, I d-don’t care just—”

He gasps as you tentatively run your hands under his shirt, the skin to skin contact making his body sing, before thumbing at the hem of his pants. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, feeling how he positively vibrates against you, “take what you need. S’okay.”

The permission sends him into a frenzy, shooting up to tug at your harness, barely managing to get everything undone with shaking hands as he slaps away your own attempts to help. He pulls your jacket off next, then your vest, and undershirt, desperate to get his mouth on you.

He latches onto your pec, licking and sucking at your nipple, making you gasp and cry out, back arching into the wet heat of his mouth. He fondles the other roughly, switching between them to provide equal treatment before he’s trailing down your torso, licking up the droplets of sweat that gather in the divots of your body.

You’re already tugging at your belt, unzipping your pants as he lowers and he grins, nipping at the jut of your hip bone before reaching into your boxers. His warm, sweaty palm wrapping around your half-hard cock makes you startle, hips bucking as he pulls you free from the confines.

He doesn’t even bother stroking, the blue of his eyes almost completely overtaken by his blown pupils as he takes you into his mouth. You choke on nothing, the wet, supple heat immediately overwhelming. He licks and sucks, hollowing his cheeks to create more suction, bobbing up and down your length like a man starved. You can see the movement of his shoulder—can see how his bicep flexes as he strokes his own aching prick. You realize quite suddenly he’s managed to get his pants and briefs off over his boots, the former kicked off to the side.

You place one hand on his head, tangling in his sweat-slick hair, and he groans, grabbing desperately at your other hand and guiding it to the back of his neck. He takes the slow rolling motions of your hips with ease, his throat ever so slightly bulging as the tip of your cock teases into it with each movement. 

He moans and gags around you, and you only release him when he gives a pained whine. 

As he sits up you can see his straining cock, fist still wrapped around it though now resting at the base unmoving. The swollen flesh is an angry red, tip leaking a continuous stream of pre. It looks painful.

“Can’t fuckin’ cum,” he grits out, and his dick pulses in his grip as he gasps, “I-I, fuck, I just feel… empty?” He says, voice lilting like he’s not quite sure. His brain is so foggy, nerves firing off non-stop, wires crossed. The psychedelic aspect isn’t helping in the slightest.

You nod, squeezing his hips, trying to gently coax him into your lap. He shuffles forward with ease.

“Do you think…” you begin, trailing off. You know he’s not truly in the right mind to consent—you know this is… well, all of it’s unethical, and probably very much against protocol, but, “Alex, can I fuck you?”

He groans low and long, forehead falling to your shoulder. He shifts in your lap until your cock is pressed to the seam of his ass, and he rocks slowly, experimentally, like he’s not sure just yet. 

You pet at him as he moves, patient, kissing his neck in hopes to curb the contact his body so desperately craves. It seems to be working, with the way his cock twitches and kicks against your stomach as he grinds.

“Y-yeah,” he finally breathes, “please.”

“Have you ever done this?” You ask, and he scoffs like that’s the dumbest question he’s ever heard. And maybe it is, given the circumstances, but if this is something Alex comes to regret, you at least want to try and make it good for him. Something he doesn’t have to think back on with any pain or fear.

“Once, with a girl, though.”

“I mean—”

“I know what you mean. What I said.”

You smile against his neck, storing that little fact away for later interrogation. No one ever said Alex Keller wasn’t adventurous.

“Good,” you murmur, and he makes a small little noise at the word. You fumble for the lube you keep in one of your packs—benefits of a not quite field medic, “do you like when I praise you?”

He hums an affirmative as you lube up your fingers, teasing between his cheeks. He lets out stuttering breaths, hips finally stilling as you make contact with his fluttering hole. 

“Mhm, wanna be my good boy, huh?” You say, and he groans, body falling lax at the words just as you slip a finger inside, earning another pretty moan.

He surprisingly doesn’t tense around you at all, if anything you’d argue he’s loose. You tease the tip of your second finger against him and he rocks back to take it in alongside the first, his brow pinched and eyes closed as he starts to fuck himself back onto your fingers desperately, making indignant little moans you know will haunt your wet dreams.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, and the petname makes your heart flutter, something settling deep in your stomach and he claws at your back, panting hard against your neck, “y-you could just—please, fuck me, I—I don’t need the prep, I’m—”

He can’t get a full sentence out, stumbling over his words as he loses himself to the pleasure. When a third finger slips easily in you come to the conclusion the aphrodisiac must’ve loosened him up naturally, though it makes you wonder if the chemical is somehow targeted towards women if this is the result in a male.

You shake the thoughts away, cooing at Alex, trying to soothe him down as his body shakes violently against yours. You're scared he’ll hyperventilate, or dehydrate completely. You make him take a swig from your canteen, fingers still inside of him as he gulps down the water.

He empties the container, tossing it carelessly onto the ground. He slams his lips against yours and you gasp, giving him the opening to slip his tongue into your mouth. He hasn’t kissed you so far, and somehow it feels far more intimate than what you’ve already done to him. 

“The table,” he mumbles when he finally pulls away, panting against your mouth, “fuck m’on the table.”

Your cock twitches where it’s trapped underneath him and he nearly smirks at the feeling as you dumbly nod. Despite his wishes he whines as you slip your fingers from his hole, and he grips onto you the entire time you get up and shuffle him over to the sterile looking table.

You try to push him by the shoulders to lay back onto it, but he squirms, spinning with his back to you before bending over—presenting himself.

“Fucking hell, Alex,” you rumble, and he whimpers softly, such a delicate sound coming from such a strong person as his hips rock back to try and entice you in. It doesn’t take much, if anything at all.

You plant your hands onto his hips and he gasps as he feels the head of your swollen cock against his hole. You’re careful as you slip into him, the both of you moaning as the velvety muscles wrap tight around your prick. 

You slowly slide in, taking your time despite his protests, careful to keep from hurting him no matter how ready his body seems. You run your palms up and down his back, slowly lowering your weight over him as you push into the hilt with a low moan.

“Okay, baby?” you murmur against his ear, and he nods, cheek pressed flush to the cool tabletop and mouth hanging open like a panting dog as he takes big gulping breaths. 

“Please,” he begs, and it’s all you need to grip the edges of the table and begin pounding into him. He immediately cries out, eyes rolling back as your cockhead rubs along his prostate with each passing movement, your balls slapping roughly against his as you gain momentum. 

His muscles spasm and flutter around you, seeming to tighten up as if they’re trying to fit to your cock, and the thought makes you dizzy with it. You feel so flooded with arousal you wonder if for a moment you did inhale some of that gas—or maybe this is all a dream and you’re currently on the ground foaming at the mouth.

But Alex moans so beautifully, each line and crease of his face accentuating his sharp features. He’s blissed out, you can see the glaze over his eyes, and you hope to God this is enough to fix whatever’s coursing through his blood right now.

You feel that familiar knot in your stomach as the pleasure settles deeply. You grit your teeth, moving to a slower but more brutal pace to try and curb your impending orgasm.

“You feel so good, Alex,” you try, hoping to get him closer to the edge with praise, “so fucking tight around me, sweetheart, you’re doing so good.”

He chokes out something caught between a groan and a sob, nodding his head as tears prick in the corner of his eyes. They never fall, but they make his eyes look so glassy—vulnerable.

“Look so pretty when you cry,” you can’t help but coo, and the words mixed with the perfect thrust of your cock against his prostate has him crying out, back arching up against your torso as he finally, finally cums. 

It goes on for quite a bit, about forty seconds as his body spasms, and you reach down to stroke him through it, trying to help ease what you can only imagine is both a relief and a slight pain as his body finally releases. 

You go to slip out of him, having completed your task, when Alex reaches back and weakly grasps at your hip, trying to tug you back in.

“Wan’ it inside,” he mumbles, and you bite back a groan.

“I don’t want to—”

“Please,” he whines, and you think maybe if this is something designed for women, that it perhaps feeds off of instinct to breed. That this might be something his body needs to feel for his brain to finally settle.

“Okay,” you whisper and slide back into him, his low whine making your cock twitch as you make shallow, quick little thrusts into his fluttering hole.

It doesn’t take long for you to come, having already been so close to the edge, and you gently bite down on his shoulder as you do, arms wrapped around his torso to hold him tight to you as you fill him. 

Alex sighs, and he finally sounds content. He’s no longer laboring for breath, and while he’s still sweating you can feel his body temperature starting to drop back into a safer range.

He seems content to lay there for a little longer, and honestly you don’t blame him, the both of you catching your breaths as you come down from the high.