#alex keller x y/n

[gothicflowers]

Anon: Which COD man do you think eats pussy just to relax you? Like if you had a shit day, they don’t care about their needs they just get on their knees?

anon, I love you. And there are three characters that come to mind.

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

He made it home first. You didn’t have time to hang your coat before he had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over.

“I missed you today, work has horrible” you whined to him as he made his way down kissing your neck. A soft sigh left your tired lips. He picks you up, hands on your ass underneath your skirt carrying you to the bedroom.

“Oh I could tell from your messages” he mumbled as his lips attacked your chest. Sucking little love bites into you.

“I want you so bad but I’m exhausted” you replied as he sat you onto the bed. Eyes desperate for him as you slowly blink tiredly.

He smirks “Oh baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Now lay back, relax and keep those pretty legs open for me” his rough hands pull you in closer to him as his tongue drags through your soaked folds.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Pink Silk and Baby Shoes

𖤐Pairing: Father! Alex x Pregnant! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, strong language, baby, kissing, married couple, pregnancy, comfort, pregnancy cravings, birthing,

𖤐Summary: Alex is absolutely whipped for his pregnant wife, any little thing she asks for he does it for her, she craving something he gets up and gets it for her just to keep her happy

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12:00AM

It's midnight, fucking midnight and Y/n is in bed wide awake with the cravings again. She groans and rolls on her side facing her husband, he was peacefully sleeping and it kind of pissed off Y/n, that he was sleeping just fine and she couldn't sleep.

She ran her fingers through his hair and then his eyes fluttered open.

"Baby, why are you awake?" He asked, through a yawn.

"I'm hungry..."

"Okay, what do you want?" He asked, looking at her.

"Pickles and peanut butter, Oreos and jelly, and Cheetos," she says.

"Cravings?" she nods. "Baby as much as I would go and do anything for you and the baby, but no store is even open-"

"Yeah huh."

"Where?" He asked.

"The store on 45th street, it's a 24 hour market."

"How do you know that?" He asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed getting ready.

"I drove past it with my sister when we went out last week."

"Oh great," he yawns. Y/n taps his back as a 'don't get smart with me' he chuckles and turns around leaning over her and kissing her forehead. "I'll be back, text me if anything changes."

"Okay."

Alex is trying to get use to be woken up at midnight for his wife's pregnancy cravings. It started a few weeks ago when she woke him up for ice cream and chocolate syrup which was a tame craving but they started to get weird almost every night.

Alex got into his Branco and drove to the 24 hour market, he let's out another yawn and pulled out of his driveway. He yawns and made sure the volume was turned down almost to a whisper, he was still to tired and didn't want to blast music at midnight.

He saw the market, getting out of the Branco and walking through the automatic doors. He was greeted and he picks up a basket walking around the store to find everything he needs for his wife and her cravings.

As he was walking he also saw a few other husbands looking tired as hell getting weird food that don't go together, must be other fathers-to-be.

He grabs double-stuffed Oreos, crunchy peanut butter, Y/n's almond milk, that she likes, along with a few other things, he knows Y/n will probably text him on getting.

He went an checked out and headed back home, as he pulls into the driveway, he sees the living room light on, knowing Y/n moved from the bedroom to the living room.

"Baby, I'm back," he says, dropping some of the bags on the counter. Y/n got up, she had some whipped cream and strawberries in her hands. Alex chuckles at her. "Baby, I was coming back."

"I know, but I was hungry now," she says, placing everything on the counter and she pulls the stool out from under the bar and grabbing the double-stuffed Oreos, peanut butter and almond milk. Alex yawns going back upstairs to change into pajamas.

But once up there fell asleep on the comfortable master bed. Y/n moans in satisfaction when fulfilling her cravings. She was done eating and headed upstairs after turning off the lights downstairs.

She rubs her big belly and sees her husbands passed out on the bed, ankles off the bed, arms wide open, and small snores coming from his mouth, she giggles at him, she kisses his temple and got on her side of the bed and fell asleep finally satisfied.

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Next Morning (8:00AM)

Alex had woke up to the sound of the shower going, he rubs his eyes and rolled on his side again, he sat up knowing he can't sleep all day. He goes to the bathroom seeing Y/n's silhouette behind the shower door.

"When did you wake up?" He asked her.

"Oh a few minutes ago," she says, turning off the shower, she slightly opens the door and grabs the soft white towel off the towel rack and wrapped her body with it. She steps out and stood next to Alex, her hair dripping on her back and shoulders, as she grabs her toothbrush and brushed her teeth with him.

"So...I was thinking...names...we know...the baby...is going to be a girl..." He starts in between brushing his teeth. "What names were you thinking?" He says after spitting out the toothpaste and wiping his mouth.

"Well, I had a few names picked out already, Maddie, Bailey, Chloe, Eden, and Lana."

"I like Maddie." He says.

"Really? I thought it was kind of basic. A few names I was going through all sounded basic to me..."

"Well, she is our daughter, and besides I like the name Maddie, reminds me of my grandmother, her name was Madison but we called her Grandma Maddie, because it was easier for us kids," Alex says with a chuckle.

"We can do Maddie." Y/n says, looking at her husband.

"Maddie Keller...what about a middle name?" Alex asked looking down at her.

"Why don't you come up with a middle name, figure out what goes with Maddie Keller."

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11:00AM

"What about this?" Y/n held up a baby onesie with little lions on it.

"It's cute...what's the size?"

"4 months, she can grow into it," Y/n says, placing it into the cart.

"Baby, we have around 10 different outfits for when she grows up, but what about clothes she needs after she comes home?"

"Oh right!" Alex chuckles.

Y/n started to go through all the clothes for newborn baby girls and as she's looking...she noticed something between the baby boys and baby girls. All the girls had something on their clothes saying 'keep me away from boys,' 'my daddy is the only boy in my life,' she looks at some and placed them, Alex was a little confused with them because he thought they were cute, but he didn't realize there was a problem.

"What was wrong with that one, baby? I liked it."

"But look at them Alex." She grabs a baby girls shirt and a baby boys shirt.

The girls was in a bright pink with it saying 'daddies only girl' and holding the baby boys next to the girls, it was a dark blue with it saying 'I'm a ladies man.'

"Do we see the difference now?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, now I see it-why the fuck do they do that?" He asks.

"I don't know, but it pisses me off, I even looked on Amazon for newborn baby girl clothing and every single one had some wording on it something sexist like daddies girl, daddy is the only boy in my life, daddy this, daddy that, keep boys away from me, why can't I get some simple for my daughter and almost every single newborn clothing has words on it. I'm about just order something off ETSY for my daughter," Y/n made some good points and Alex sees how passionate she is about it.

"I understand baby," he says, cupping her face. "You do what you think is best, baby, and I will support you, you know I will," he kissed her lips.

Alex then walks behind Y/n as they looked around some more for their baby girl. Y/n rubs her belly as Alex watched her, like she is a goddess. Y/n turns to her husband giving him a soft smile.

"I think we're done for now," she says as they went to go check-out. Alex pays for everything for his wife and daughter.

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A Week Later (10:15AM)

Y/n had sat on the couch eating and Alex was messing with his Branco outside in the garage, he needed an oil change, and to clean his car, he needed it badly. He also wanted to be prepared for when the baby arrives. Getting the baby carrier settled into the back, making sure it was secured.

"Alex!" He looks on the porch seeing Y/n, she was shaking and he sees water between her legs, he rushes her into his car as he runs into the house to get the overnight bag.

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4:23PM

Alex rushes into the hospital asking for a nurse and doctor, they came out with a wheelchair and helping Y/n get into a room, they gently helped her on the bed and were getting her prepped and ready for delivery.

Alex looks at his wife who was sweating, she was trying to push and all he could do was for her to have a hand to hold, he gave her encouraging words, but she didn't hear them at first, she was only focused on making sure her daughter was going to be okay, and once the doctor said they saw her head, she listened to Alex and his soft words.

"You're doing so good, baby...keep going, she's almost here," Alex kissed his wife's forehead. Y/n did everything she was suppose to and listened to the doctors.

"She is here!" The doctor says as nurses cleaned the baby up and quickly brought her to Y/n, letting her rest on Y/n's chest, Alex looks at his crying daughter, cupping her tiny head and kissing Y/n temple as he also had tears in his eyes.

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10:00PM

Y/n was asleep, Alex sat on the light tan leather couch, looking at his sleeping baby girl in the clean little tub, wrapped in a light pink blanket, a small beanie on her head. Alex was nervous to be a father, but he knew he was going to do his absolute best to be the best one.

He sees her stirring in her sleep, he stood up and loomed over her clear tub, he gently picks her up, he removes his shirt doing skin-to-skin, gently removing her blanket, and holding her close to his chest. He used the blanket to keep her warm while she was against him.

"I will do my best to be the best father I can be," he says, kissing her forehead. Maddie let's out a soft yawn, a smile on her face like she knew it was her father talking to her.

She yawns again and snuggles her face into his chest.

"She's so cute," Alex looks at his wife, who was looking at them.

"She looks like a baby version of you," he says, standing up and walking towards her, Y/n scoots over letting him sit next to her. Y/n looks at her baby girl, cupping her face rubbing her cheek with his finger so gently.

Alex gives Maddie to Y/n. It was like Maddie knew Y/n was her mother, Maddie smiles and opens her eyes and looks at her mom.

"Her eyes are open, Alex," he smiles and kisses her temple.

Maddie soon closed her eyes again, snuggling into Y/n's chest.

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After a few days, Y/n and Alex were getting ready to take baby Maddie home. Y/n was getting some comfortable clothes on, a sweatshirt, and sweatpants. Alex was in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Alex was getting Maddie settled into the baby carrier, he made sure she was buckled up safety and also making sure she was warm, she looked so comfortable.

Y/n came out of the bathroom, she grabs all her things and Alex grabbed the baby carrier with a sleeping Maddie in it, and they headed to Alex's Branco.

Alex made sure Maddie was secured in the back and Y/n was in the passenger seat trying to get comfortable, she wanted to sleep.

"Are you hungry?" Alex asked her as he starts the car.

"Yeah...I'm tired of hospital food," she says as Alex chuckles and heads to a fast food place to get something for his tired wife.

[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! 

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race Pt3.

PT.1. PT.2 PT.4

The next day, you woke up completely sore from your encounter with John, his big, muscular arms were still wrapped around you. He had something of a bear protecting his greatest possession—you.

You tried to wiggle yourself out of his comfortable touch. You needed to look out for Johnny, making sure he was still alive and well.

Well, if something had happened to him, Simon probably would have already shaken you away. He didn't leave Johnny's side for a mere second, always sleeping by his side or on the ground when he took up too much space. He ate his food by his side, and only when you brought up the food for him was he too busy watching over Johnny to walk down the stairs and get food. Before the apocalypse, you aspired to be loved like this—you don't know if it was obsession or unconditinal love, but it was beautiful.

You went to their room, leaving the comfortable teddy bear alone. You entered the room, seeing Simon lying beside Johnny.

"Hello, big boy, everything okay?"

"Big boy, eh?"

"Well, you're built like a brick wall."

"perhaps"

"Hows Johnny"

"asleep"

"You know it's a good sign that he sleeps that much, which means he is healing properly." you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"I'm afraid," he said, and you wondered if he had ever admitted this to someone before; he didn't seem like a guy who said he was afraid. Well, at least you thought so.

"He is going to be fine."

"He is the last thing I have."

"You have your mates," he just nodded.

You couldn't help but feel incredible anger at yourself for the thoughts that occurred through your mind. He was handsome in a strange way, and you knew sleeping with him would be like a drug. Especially sleeping with both of them together, you wondered if they used you like a toy, one fucking you from behind the other, pressing his hard dick in your mouth. You already felt the arousal dripping between your thighs; your panties were completely soaked. You need to leave this room fast before Simon notices the blush that creeps up on your cheeks, your dulled pupils, and your heavy breathing. You also notice how you press your legs together, desperate for a little friction—even just a slight touch of your sensitive nub.

He looked you up and down and started to smirk. "You're a bit desperate, aren't you?"

You tried to shake your head, showing him that he wanted the case. You weren't desperate, and you didn't have an aching for every one of them.

He suddenly grabbed you roughly by your face, pushing you to his half-naked, warm body. "I saw you yesterday with Price; you looked so pretty when you came."

"You watched us."

"Do you mind? he asked, raising a brow.

"No"

"Good girl"

You squirmed. God, you loved to be called a good girl. It felt so right, especially being his good girl.

"When Johnny is healthy again, I'm going to take care of you." He pulled you to his muscular frame and held you like the world would shatter around you, and then he leaned his lips on you. It wasn't rough like you expected it to be; it was sweet and tender. His lips felt almost magical on top of his. He let go way too fast and then left you, making you feel confused.

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You sat in your room reading some books you've read over three times in this apocalypse, but what else was there to do?. You heard a knock, and then he came in.

"Angel?"

"Yes Alex"

"I wanted to ask for help."

"What's wrong"

"I'm in pain; do you have by any chance pain medications?"

"It depends on which pain?"

"Just sore muscles."

"Wait," you gathered up an ointment for him.

"This is a lot better than pain medications I made it myself with. Wait, you probably don't care about that stuff."

"No, princess, you can tell me I like hearing your voice." he smiled.

"Where does it hurt?"

"legs"

"Let me take care of it." You removed his pants with a swift motion and slowly started to massage them, trying to ease any pain away. You were soft and tender, and your medical hands did everything they learned through medical school.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it."

"Come on, let me give you a good neck massage as a thank-you." You nodded and removed your clothes, jiggling a bit with your ass in seduction—he seemed like an ass preferer after all.

He began to massage your neck with tender and delicate movements, gripping exactly where the pain was. The lotion felt cold on your hot, running body, making you shiver a bit.

He laughed at your shivers and started to rub the lotion in his hands to warm it up a bit before putting it again on your body. "You know you don't need to do this all. I don't like how they basically forced you into this. You don't need to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"It's okay, Alex. It feels right."

"You are lying"

"I dont"

"Just promise me if any of these bastards don't accept a no, I don't care if they're my mates. You deserve respect and not to be treated like an incubator."

You felt a bit offended as he used the word incubator. "I'm not an incubator."

"I didn't mean you, princess; I meant their behavior."

"I promise, Alex."

He continued to massage you, wrapping his big hands around your delicate neck. You needed to hide your moan, but deep down, you knew you wanted him right now. Self-doubt filled you up a bit. Maybe they really don't like you and just use you since you're basically the last woman on earth, but why did it feel so good when they touched you and kissed you? You felt protected and worshiped—more than with any of your exes, at least.

"Alex, can you massage my bottom, please? It's a bit sore," and you didn't even lie; Price left marks on your ass, claiming you as his. You were almost unable to sit down properly.

Alex nods, taking in a deep breath to steady himself. His heart races as he applies the lotion to your ass cheeks, making sure to get every inch covered. He can't help but feel aroused by the intimate contact, but he tries to push those thoughts aside.

His hands were cold but still gentle, grabbing a hold everywhere you needed it. You couldn't help yourself as a soft and small moan escaped your lips.

Alex freezes at the sound of your moan. His cock twitches in his boxxersnas he realizes what he's doing to you. He quickly finishes applying the lotion and moves back around to face you, trying to hide his arousal. You knew he was hesitating; he had all his morals up and high, and he had the feeling of using you that all of them corrupted your innocent soul.

Alex's eyes suddenly widen at the sight of the wet spot on your thong. His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to keep his cool. He tries to focus on putting your thong back together, but it's hard not to notice how turned on you are. You were about to crack him. He deserved this; he treated himself harshly, felt unconfident, he felt not desired. But he was such a sweet man, and he deserved this as much as John, Simon, and Kyle did.

"Alex, I think you forgot my breasts."

Alex's heart skips a beat at the thought of touching your breasts. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "Of course," he says quietly as he kneels down in front of you again, slowly unclipping your bra and removing it, revealing your beautiful and full breasts to him. You close your eyes again, just trying to take in his relaxing, warm hands.

His eyes widen at the sight of your breasts. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before beginning to massage them gently with one hand. His other hand moves up to cup and squeezes your left breast, feeling its weight in his palm.

The arousal between your thighs only grew any minute, making your thong damp and sticking to your skin. Alex tries not to think about how turned on he is by the smell of your arousal. He continues to massage your breasts, occasionally glancing up at you to make sure you're comfortable. His heart races as he fights the urge to touch you elsewhere.

But his thumb crossed your nipples all the time, putting shivers down your spine and letting him earn desperate moans from you. Maybe you wouldn't be so woken up if Simon didn't do this to you in the morning. Maybe you wouldn't be so desperate to get your mound full.

He circles your nipple gently before lightly pinching it between his fingers. "Does that feel good?" he whispers.

"You are great at massaging, Alex."

Alex smiles at your compliment. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice vibrating against your skin. He continues to massage your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples, which are now hard from arousal. You wanted more; you needed more.

"Alex? There is a place where I'm completely sore. Can you help me relax since you're so good at massaging?"

Alex nods understandingly. "Of course, Princess," he says softly, moving his hands down your sides towards your hips. His fingers graze over the fabric of your panties before stopping at the hemline.

"Why are you sore there, Angel?" He knew why.

You chucked and spread your legs shyly. "John took me a bit too rough yesterday, and now it aches and is sore."

Hi's heart races at the sight of your spread legs. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his control. "I see," he says quietly. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

With gentle fingers, Alex traces the outline of your sex. He can feel how swollen and sensitive it is from last night's activities. "It looks a bit red and bruised," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, John can be a bit rough. Alex nods, his breath catching as he leans in closer to inspect the marks left by John. His eyes drifted down between your legs again before meeting yours hesitantly. "I could offer some relief," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I appreciate it. If you could massage the soreness away, Alex," you smirked. You got what you wanted after all.

He carefully places a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh, his fingers already moving to trace circles over your swollen clit. He presses gently against it, watching as you moan softly in response. "Tell me if it's too much." Your folds are completely wet and soaked.

Alex's breath catches as he moves his fingers lower, slowly slipping one inside you. "You're so wet," he murmurs approvingly. He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, using his thumb to tease your clit. "Feels good?"

"Yes," you whine, holding back the way to a fast-approaching orgasm. He started to kiss the inside of your thigh again. "You're doing great," he reassures you. "Just let go and relax into it." He increases the pace of his fingers, pressing harder against your clit. "Does that feel better?"

"Yes, it hurts less now."

He smiles, pleased to hear that his touch is helping. He adds a second finger, stretching you slightly. "Good," he whispers, his thumb now moving in circles around your nipple. "Just a little more, and I'll make it all better, you moaned softly.

Feeling emboldened by your moans, Alex leans in closer, his lips brushing against the swollen nub of your clitoris. He sucks gently, his fingers still moving inside you. "You taste so good," he groans, increasing the intensity of his actions.

Alex moves his fingers in and out of you, feeling the warmth of your body around him. He continues to suck on your clit, teasing it with his tongue. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Feels incredible."

You press your hips more against his face. His mustache is tickling your sensitive folds. You were a bit afraid of a beard rash.

Alex chuckles softly, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. He pulls back enough to gaze into your eyes, his face flushed with desire. "You're so responsive," he breathes out. His fingers searched for the spongy pattern inside of you, pressing against it as he found it, which led you to squirm under him.

"It looks like we found your sweet spot." Alex smiles and increases the intensity of his actions, sucking harder on your clit while his fingers move faster inside you. He watches your face closely, waiting for the moment when you break. "Almost there, Princess," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

"Mhm, Alex, I'm going to cum." As you approach your climax, Alex knows exactly what to do. He sucks harder on your sensitive nub while his fingers continue to thrust inside you, seeking that sweet release. The sound of wet skin slapping against his face fills the air as he teases you mercilessly.

You came screaming and moaning; it wasn't as intense as with John. You were a bit sad that you didn't squirt, but you still had an orgasm that brought you up in the clouds. It was so sensual and lovely. No one touched you like this before—so soft and tender, like you were a delicate princess made of porcelain, which he was afraid to break.

Alex continues to bring you over the edge. He takes in every gasp and moans as he holds you tight against him. Once you've calmed down, he eases up on your sensitive nub, then reluctantly pulls his fingers out of you.

"Thank you; it isn't that sore anymore."

"You're welcome," he says with a warm smile. "And don't worry about it being sore anymore; I promise to make sure you feel good every time." His eyes roam over your body appreciatively before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Fuck this man—where on earth did they make a man like him?

"But I still have an ache between my legs, Alex" You said, whining, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock spreading you in half.

You started to remove his shirt from his body, gushing as you saw his well-toned body; he was leaner than Price but still so soft. His pecs followed his happy trail, leading to his boxers, who were already filled with an erect cock. You pushed them down, his throbbing cock springs free, standing tall and ready for action. He was shorter and lighter than Price; but he was thick, especially in the middle. He had comfortable 7 inches, and his tip glistered with pre-compression, showing you that he wanted this as much as you do.

"I'll take good care of you," he promises, guiding himself towards your entrance. He laid you on your right side, pushing himself behind you in the spooning position, and slowly guided himself into your entrance, being as careful as possible.

While he wraps his arms around you and kisses down your hair towards your neck,.

Alex takes his time, being as gentle and patient as possible as he eases his way into your body. His hands caress your back and shoulders, soothing you with every sensation. As he slowly works himself deeper inside of you, a soft moan escapes from your lips. Alex lets out a contented sigh, feeling more connected to you than ever before. "You feel amazing, Princess," he whispers, beginning to move at a slow, rhythmic pace.

His hands trail down your sides, finding the warmth between your legs and pressing lightly against your sensitive flesh. He gently rubbed your clit while increasing the pace, asking all the time if you were okay with this. such a sweet boy.

Alex kisses your neck tenderly, his hips meeting yours in perfect harmony. His thrusts are deep yet slow, allowing you to adjust to his size and strength. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your skin, nibbling lightly on your earlobe.

His pace picks up slightly as his desire for you grows stronger. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, amplified by the intensity of your connection. You feel completely safe and loved in his arms, surrendering to the pleasure he's giving you.

Alex smirks, his breath hot against your ear. "I plan on making sure you never forget this," he promises, continuing to thrust into you with a growing urgency. His grip on your hips tightens, guiding you to meet each of his movements with equal fervor.

Your moans start to become uncontrollable as his tip hits your G-spot perfectly with this angle of penetration. Alex's thrusts become harder and faster now that he knows he's hit the spot. He is desperate to make you feel good and to give you a bit of admiration like you gave all of them. You didn't even know how perfectly you helped them with their inner demons; how could they give up now that they had the perfect purpose to live? A beautiful woman eager to please him soon filled up with all their cubs.

His body tenses as he feels himself getting closer to release, and every muscle in his body is focused on pleasuring you. "Cum with me," he groans, his voice raw with desire.

You were so close, holding back your orgasm. "I don't want it to end, Alex." You didn't want this affection to end. You felt like the most valuable thing on earth. So completely desired

"It won't," Alex assures you, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're just getting started." He pulls out of you slightly, only to thrust back in deeper and harder, pushing you both toward the edge of ecstasy.

You whine as you finally clench down on him. Alex follows soon after, clearly drunk by the feeling of your cunt milking him, his body tensing as he releases himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

"Fuck," he mutters, still shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm.

"I don't want it to end." God, this was incredible; this man now has a chokehold on you.

"Neither do I," Alex whispers against your skin. He slowly pulls out of you, not wanting to break the connection just yet. His softening cock slides out with a wet, sticky sound that fills the room.

He grabs you, still spooning you while resting his head on your neck as if it always belonged there. "I've got you," he whispers, his voice filled with affection. You pulled on a shirt and snuggled against him.

After a cuddle that felt like an hour, Simon stormed in, looking terrified.

"Something is wrong with Johnny. Help him."

[live-love-be-unique]

Boss

Summary: You had been friends with Alex for years. When he comes back from his latest mission injured the lines of friendship blur.

Parings: Alex Keller x f reader

Warnings: female reader, oral (m!receiving), vaginal sex 18+ Minors DNI

“I can still feel it, you know” he muttered, taking a sip of the beer you snuck into the rehab facility for him. You blushed deeply as you realised he’d caught you stealing glances at his now missing lower limb.

“Feel what?”

“My leg” he gestured towards his left leg, now replaced by a prosthetic from the knee down.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Kind of aches every now and then” he offered a halfhearted shrug “the painkillers they have me on are pretty good though” he jokes.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your own drink. You couldn’t lie, it hurt to see your usually happy-go-lucky friend like this. His perma-smile was replaced with frowns and grimaces as he learnt to live with his new limb. He was usually so upbeat, offering everyone he met an easy smile and friendly chat, but since returning injured he seemed like a shell of his former self.

“Everyone said they missed you at the bar last night” you tried changing the subject. Tucking your feet underneath you as you sat on the bed next to him.

“You didn’t go”

“You know me, I’m not one for social interaction, unlike you” you joke, sipping your beer “I don’t understand why you didn’t go though? You love bar nights with the team”

“I would have gone if you were there” he shrugged, meeting your eyes. The heat behind his stare spoke volumes.

“Alex…”

“What?” He asked, his eyes never leaving yours “you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“I’m not one for grand gestures” he smirked looking down at the half empty bottle in his hand

“Not too great with explaining yourself either are yo…” he didn't give you a chance to finish as he tangled his hand into the hair at the nap of your neck, pulling you in against his lips. You felt his tongue along the edge of your lip teasing you, you parted your lips instantly to let him in. His tongue pressed between your parted lips in ticklish kitten licks, Alex’s lips were warm and soft and your head spun as he tilted your chin to allow his lips to travel down your neck.

Your bodies pressed together heatedly as he pulled you from your seat on the bed next to him onto his lap, breathing heavily as your lips pressed together. You could taste your shared breath, feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as you fumbled to take off one another’s clothes.

You reluctantly pulled away from his lips as you climbed off his lap. Alex’s eyes followed you with a questioning look; did you not want this?; you answered his unasked question as you stood in front of him, running the palms of your hands over his thighs. He groaned as you palmed him through his pants.

“You don’t have to do this” he ran a hand through his hair as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Sure I do, if we’re admitting things…wanted to for a while now”

“That so boss?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, studying you on your knees in front of him, hands pausing as you reach for the waistband of his pants.

You smirked, taking his cock in your hands, he was hot and heavy and leaking pre-cum, you run your thumb over the tip, earning a deep groan from Alex, you smirk up at him and slowly roll your hand all the way down his length and then back up a few times before you took him into your mouth. The sounds he made, god, you could live off the sounds he made. The groans, the whimpers, the whispers of your name, the soft 'fuck' that slipped its way past his lips when you rake your nails down his thighs.

You look up at him and see him watching you with a hungry look “ fuck…good girl. Look at you, so fucking gorgeous. So good for me” He rests the fat tip of his erection on your tongue and you suck him greedily, eager to please and earn more of his praise.

You form a rythym quickly as Alex starts fucking into your mouth. You moan around his length, your throat relaxing and opening to let him go deeper with each movement.

Alex looked down at you with flushed cheeks and hooded eyes “Wait, wait” he chuckled, lifting you off him “baby wait”

“What is it?” Worried you had done something wrong or worse, you had made his injuries worse.

“You keep doing that and I’m not going to last long. I need to be inside you” he said with a lopsided grin, brushing your hair away from your face.

Alex pulls you back onto his lap as he takes one hand off your arse to tilt your chin up so he has greater access to your neck, licking and sucking at it as he maintains a rhythm between you with his other hand and hips. Every noise you makes vibrates through his lips

You tug at his hair and smile smugly as he groans deeply. He trails his hands from your hips downwards, massaging your arse and pushing you against him more firmly. His hands burn a path of pleasure as he runs his hands over your body and gasp against his mouth as his large palms cup the swell of your breast.

He slowly drags one hand down over your stomach between the two of you and slides the tip of a finger up the center of your pussy, slowly circling your clit. You gasp and rock harder against him as he traces your swollen lips with feather-light, and sucks a sharp breath between his teeth.

His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pressed into you, the stretch making your eyes close shut and a moan build in your throat. The intensity in his eyes as he buries himself in you makes you shudder and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and press your chest against him. He only gives you a moment to catch your breath before he starts moving, his thrusts making you whine and cry out his name. His grip on your hips will leave a bruise tomorrow but your focus is completely on the delicious feeling of Alex’s cock, filling you over and over again.

“God you’re beautiful” he says, staring up at you as you rocked faster against his lap.

“You’re just saying that because I’m literally riding you” you chuckle out between gasps and whines.

“No I’m not” he implores, smiling before wrapping your hair in his fingers and kissing you.

Alex wraps his arms around you tighter as he maneuvers you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you for a moment before sinking back into you. He grips your thighs tightly as you wrap your ankles around his waist. His thrusts hit deeper than before as your body tenses and your back arches. Alex’s grip on your body tightens as his movements quicken and his body tenses. Your nails dig into his skin as your legs get all tense and squeeze against his waist as you cry out in pleasure.

"gonna cum, Alex," you whine into his ear, clinging even closer to his chest.

“I know baby, I know”

With a final thrust, Alex pressed his cock inside of you deeply and felt his climax as it spread its way throughout you. Your orgasm spread like wildfire across your skin, blazing in your hips and rushing through your veins, burning you inside and out. Shallow thrusts painted his come inside of you as you gasped out for breath.

Alex rolls off you and pulls you against his chest as you both come down from your highs.

“Oh my god” you groan and roll off his broad chest.

“Where’re you going?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms tighter around you, pulling you back into place against him, burying his face in your hair and mumbling some sweet nonsense in between placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

“Keep that up Keller and I’ll never leave”

“Planning on that boss”

Taglist: @seppys-return-to-madness, @imshymorph, @matavishlOver, @ripoffsteveharrington, @musicxliife @shadofireshinob, @cumikering, @louvisonebraincell

[http-paprika]

All American Bitch / Alex Keller

my submission for @glitterypirateduck ‘s Alex Keller Challenge, with the prompts I don’t care what they say, you can do better than that, are you flirting or starting a fight, and is this what you wanted

wc 1260 / pairing alex keller x f!reader / warnings swearing, suggestive content but nothing graphic / reader's digression advised

summary after being snubbed countless times by your supervisor, alex decides to help you alleviate your rage.

notes yes the title and fic are inspired by the olivia rodrigo song. alex refers to reader as boss but she's not his boss. he still works with the CIA in this fic and i have no idea how the CIA works, so, inaccuracies. also, i wrote this on my phone while i had nothing to do at work, so it’s not edited.

It had been a long day, nauseatingly long as you finally managed to escape meeting after meeting, brutal briefings and overall snubbing you received from your supervisor. Your case, the one you’d spent months meticulously gathering intel, fighting tooth and nail to be given the resources needed to get off the ground, had been snatched right from under you. And all in favor of your supervisor’s asshole of a son who had spent the day gloating over the fact that it was now his case, and you would have to answer to him.

You fumed with rage, having forced yourself to hold it all in, you didn’t need to be punished further. The CIA had already beat you up enough, denying you promotions and undermining your work. And were it not for Laswell convincing you to stay, and your pretty boyfriend, you tell yourself you’d leave. It was clear enough that you were replaceable, they might not say it out loud, but your employers make it known. It didn’t matter how long you’d been there or how hard you worked, it was never enough for them.

“Hey! I finally got that report you asked for, was a little difficult, had to use some of my Keller charm but I—“ Alex enters your office— the one you shared with a co-worker who never showed up but still had his job— freezing and dropping his signature grin when he spotted the hot, red anger that painted your face.

“Give the report to Aarons.” You snap back at him, a little too harshly. Quickly, you reel yourself in, apologizing profusely to Alex. Because a girl like you always had to be forgiving and kind, even if you were angry at everything around you.

“Why’d I give it to Aarons? It’s not his case, you’re the leader, he’s just a glorified desk jockey.” Your boyfriend chuckles, dropping the manilla folder down on your desk while he leans against it. “Can’t even speak Arabic, the only reason he’s got a passport is so he can vacation in the Bahamas. The hell would he do in Urzikstan?”

Alex’s points only added fuel to your growing flame, reminding you that it was by name alone at Aarons had been handed over the job. The man was inexperienced, prideful, and would throw anyone under the bus to save his own ass, and with your horrid luck, it would be you if the mission went south.

“What’s wrong, boss? Why do you look like a firecracker that can’t explode?” He sobers up, wanting to find the root of the problem, like always. You’d compared him once to a loyal golden retriever and the image stuck in your mind since. It was almost endearing how eager Alex was to help you and keep you happy.

“Aarons is in charge of the mission from now on, they didn’t even say anything to me until this morning when they announced it to the whole team. I got fucking blindsided!” You exclaim, letting the anger seep into your words before recollecting yourself. “Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear my complaining.”

If anyone else heard the complaining or the loud, violent anger, you knew you’d get written up. Giving your supervisor even more of a reason to take what you’d fought for and give to his trust fund son. And that pissed you off, you couldn’t have anything anymore it seemed, you couldn’t do anything without it being seen as wrong. Even your relationship with Alex had been criticized by your employers for being unprofessional, despite how many of your other co-workers dated around the office.

“Aren’t you the one who tells me I shouldn’t be making assumptions? So how do you know I don’t want to hear it? Come on, boss. Hit me with it, give me your best shot. I can handle a bit of anger, I’ve seen worse.” The last sentence made you raise an eyebrow, coming to realize that he was purposefully riling you up. Alex wanted to get under your skin, make you kick and scream until you’d blown off enough steam.

“I’m not doing this,” You state, annoyed by his proposition. The antics he could get away with, you didn’t have the luxury of. Alex was the star operative, he could do no wrong in the eyes of your supervisors. And sometimes, it rubbed you wrong.

“Aren’t you sick of being the better man, boss? Letting them walk all over you, taking away your credit? Come on, where’s your backbone? You can do better than that.” Taking deep breaths, you try to ignore him as he starts impersonating Aarons, waiting to see how long it would take you to finally let loose and scream. Alex knows you too well, knows how you swallow back your words and attempt to stay the picture perfect operator. Knows that despite your countless attempts, they wouldn’t see how talented and wonderful you were, not like he would.

“I told you, I’m not doing this.” Still though, you held back even as your anger ebbed away at you. He shook his head, amazed by your stubbornness and moved around the desk so that he was now behind you. His large hands resting on your shoulders, messaging them and loosening your tightened muscles.

“One way or another, I’m gonna get that frustration out of you boss. You’re just gonna decide how you want it.” His voice is like honey, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear before he moves his mouth down, peppering kisses underneath the collar of your shirt, leaving small marks where no one else but him would see.

“Alex—“ You groan, knowing the problems that could arise because of his behavior. “Someone’s gonna see.”

“So? Let them, boss, I don’t care what they say. They’re jealous of you anyway, how smart you are—“ He says, sucking on your tender skin, causing you to reach up and grab onto his hair. “—How talented you are, how fucking gorgeous you look when you’re working. You make me the luckiest man in this whole goddamn place.”

His instant praises continue as he moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, squeezing and running his hands over your soft skin. You can feel the tension easing, your head spinning as he kisses along your jaw. “Feeling better yet, boss? Or do you need more?”

You bite back a moan as his hands grip at the sensitive skin, moving them up under your bra and kneading. His mouth never lets up, staying attached to your neck, alternating from biting and kissing. After you squeeze your eyes shut, you think you’re seeing stars right there in your office, and when he abruptly stops you let out an annoyed huff.

“Is this what you wanted?” You ask him, having come completely undone and turning into a panting, shivering mess. Your body aching for the warmth of his hands.

Cupping your chin, Alex makes you look up at him, his pale blue eyes gleaming along with a smirk on his face. “I don’t know. Did I instill enough confidence in you to go get what’s yours?”

“Is this an attempt at flirting with me, or getting me to start a fight with Aarons?” His smirk manages to grow bigger at your question, and he bends down pressing a kiss on your lips.

“I support women’s rights. And wrongs, boss. Give him fucking hell if you want.”

[di-writes-stuff]

The Story Of Us

Alex Keller x Reader

One Shot

TW: Mentions of d€ath, alcohol consumption, arguing. Light stuff compared to most of my shit.

“Now I’m standing alone, in a crowded room, and we’re not speaking.”

You and Alex were…well, you and Alex. Close, too close by military standards, but neither of you ever cared too much about that. Just enough not to cross that line. Not to start something that could never continue.

Then again, it’s not like you hadn’t ever thought about it.

Either way, you two didn’t really fight, ever. You didn’t have a reason to until he took whatever you are a step too far. Abused his ranking as your Lieutenant.

The mission was important, dangerous too, and you were on it. At least, you were supposed to be. That is until he pulled you out, replaced you with some rookie who did a worse job then you ever would.

His excuse still burns in the back of your head, the few words he was able to get out before you slammed your door in his face with a stern “Go to hell.”

“I just wanted to keep you safe.”

You sigh, liquor stinging your throat as you remember that one sentence. It was easier to be mad at him before he said that. It’s not like you’re not still upset, but you can’t help the way his softly whispered apologies through the door loop in your mind like a scratched vinyl.

He just…he knew. He knew how important it was. And he knows how good you are, everybody knows how good you are. That’s why you got assigned to that job in the first place. And it’s not as if Alex disagreed. In fact, he knows better than anybody how much you could’ve handled it.

It wasn’t that he doubted you. It was fear. Pure, burning hot fear that you wouldn’t come back from this one. That you wouldn’t come back to him. In his mind, he couldn’t not do something. He couldn’t see your name on that list, the list that might as well have been a death sentence, and just leave it there.

He might as well have just killed you himself. And, in a way, he was right. Somebody died on that job. And not some rookie, this guy knew what he was doing. And still, a folded up flag was sent to a widows home in exchange for her husband, for her daughters father.

There was never a chance in hell Alex would let that flag replace you.

He wouldn’t.

No.

He couldn’t.

Although, it didn’t seem to matter much to you, seeing as you hadn’t spoken to him since the incident. It wasn’t his place to make that choice for you. You agreed to that mission knowing exactly what it entailed. Death is a part of the job, always has been, always will be. He can’t change that, so all that’ll happen is he’ll limit you, and you’ll resent the hell out of him for it.

To make matters worse, Alex decided to pull this shit right before the big, miserable, military ball. The night you planned on spending with him, judging all the rookie douchebags before sneaking out as soon as you can, hopefully with a snagged bottle of tequila in tow.

Instead your standing alone, leaned against the cold marble of the bar top, forcing the grimace off your face as the vodka burns all the way down your throat. Your dress is a little too tight, along with the heels on your feet that have grown far too used to nothing but combat boots.

In short, you feel like shit.

Even more so when the person you’ve been avoiding (and missing) for the past few weeks sidles up to you at the bar, sliding over a ten as you order yet another overpriced drink.

You were hoping to forget about the whole thing, but the blonde next to you clearly has other plans. “On me.” He says simply, flashing a grin at the bartender that has her blushing and turning away sheepishly in about a second.

The worst part is, he doesn’t even mean to do it. It’s just…him. He’s charismatic, handsome, sweet, charming, everything that made you see him as more than just a comrade.

Right now, he’s also an asshole, but you’re having a hard time remembering that when he’s looking at you the way he is. The smile he usually has on his face is gone the second he sees the scowl on yours, blue eyes softening with guilt as his shoulders sag.

Fuck, he’s handsome. His suit jacket was abandoned a while ago, and the bow he always complains about at these events is untied to allow him to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his biceps, tattoos on display in a way that makes stuffy trophy wives passing by scoff.

Your momentary distraction gives Alex a second to look you up and down, and he’d happily spend the rest of his life soaking in the view in front of him if he could. You look beautiful, you always do in his eyes, but especially tonight. The makeup you’re wearing isn’t too overpowering, not hiding any of the face he’s grown to adore so much.

Despite the way your anger weakens at the sight of his face, you manage to think up a spiteful response. “First I can’t do my job, now I can’t buy my own drinks either.” You turn to look him in the eyes the glare that never seems to leave your face these days piercing into him.

The sigh that leaves his lips is prominent. It’s not like he thought you’d just get over it, but God, he hates being on your bad side. Not just because it takes so damn long to get off it, but cause it’s you. “Y/N…” He starts before getting cut off again.

“Oh don’t you worry Alex, I’m just glad I have a big, strong man around to take care of me. I mean, whatever would I do without you?” Your voice is flat, yet dripping with sarcasm as you down the shot he paid for. All the while he tries to ignore the way his breath hitches in his throat at hearing his name from your mouth for the first time since this all happened.

He reaches up, running an exasperated hand over his face. He knew you would be mad of course, but he didn’t exactly plan on how to deal with it. He just…acted. It was a panic response, the only thing he could think to do that would keep you safe. Keep you alive.

“It’s not about that and you know it. I don’t think you need protection, and I definitely don’t think you need me.” He answers, keeping his voice low to avoid causing a scene.

If it weren’t for the topic, the situation would feel awfully familiar. You and Alex at a bar, his voice quiet next to you, saying just the right things to get you to blush, his flirtation making your knees go weak as you try not to choke on your drink.

You hate how much you miss it, just after a few weeks.

You hate even more that this is happening instead.

You turn to face him, something a little more than anger in your eyes. The kind of hurt that only comes around when it’s dealt by someone you love. The kind that makes your body shake with the weight of it. “If I don’t need protection, why the hell did you do it?” You ask, cursing the way your voice wavers at the look in his eyes.

Love, or something close, anyway. It’s dappled with guilt, juxtaposed by the knowledge that he’d do it again if he had to.

Something in him snaps at your words as he whips around to face you with his whole body. “Because it wasn’t just about you, Y/N. I’m sorry for hurting you, I really am, okay? I know you’re capable, more than most the guys we’ve got out in the field. I know. But I couldn’t do nothing, I couldn’t let you go knowing at least one person probably wasn’t coming back.”

“Knowing that one person might be you. I lo…I care, about you, I won’t apologize for that. I won’t apologize for keeping you alive.” His voice shakes as he prays you didn’t hear it. That little slip. The beginnings of a phrase that’s all but banned between soldiers.

I love you.

You didn’t miss it. Of course you didn’t. How could you when you’ve been waiting years to hear it? Hear those three words slip from his mouth, the ones that you’ll never be brave enough to say first.

Now’s not the time to mention that, you both know it, but he started a fire inside you, one that’ll need more fuel sooner or later.

“You can’t always keep me safe, Alex.” Softness creeps into the edges of your voice as you answer, anger draining from your body like glass through a tire.

He doesn’t think anything’s ever hurt more than that one sentence. He was always going to have to face it, some day, at some point.

But now?

That, he wasn’t ready for. “I know.” His voice is barely a whisper when he responds. There’s a pregnant pause before he adds on:

“Doesn’t mean I won’t try.”

You quickly lose the fight to keep a small smile off your face at his words. You should’ve expected it from him. Stubborn, dedicated, loyal Alex. All the things that drive you crazy about him. They’re the same ones that make you love him, too.

Your fingers brush as you breathe out before responding.

“I’m serious, Alex. Never again. You don’t decide what I can and can’t handle.” Any attempt at sounding serious is quickly washed away as his hand slips around yours, grasping it softly.

Although, he’s still taking it to heart. He’s still listening, that much you can tell. Despite the way you, much like the bartender, blush as the beginnings of a smirk from on his face.

And despite the way he slowly inches closer to you.

Despite the way you lean into the circle of gravity that seemed to exist around him, you like the moon orbiting around the earth.

Despite the way his hands slowly sliding onto your hips send shivers running up your spine.

Despite the way your lips are mere inches apart, the liquor you’d both been consuming to forget now working to dampen your judgment.

Despite all that, he still makes sure to answer before his lips press against yours, a smile spreading across your lips to mirror the one on his own.

“Yes ma’am.”

A/N: okay this is a wee bit cheesy, cant lie, think i wrapped it up to fast at the end, but i still like it. figured it was only proper for me to write something for the love of my life before cod 3 drops. enjoy, girlypops.

(also i promise i’m working on part 2 of cowboy like me for any arthur enjoyers out there.)

- di <3

[crystlizabeth]

I'm madly in love with Alex keller I need that Pringles man biblically

honestly I will take anything with top!reader I know he whimpers and I would love to hear it

fem, masc, gn, you have free reign have fun <33 I literally just need to top that man

praise (reader giving) maybe? as a treat?

Whats wrong baby?

Alex Keller x Shadow!femreader

Summery: Just some fun with Alex after a successful mission.

Warnings: non established relationship, lieutenant reader, cursing, use of mommy, praising, top!reader, bottom!alex, not properly proof read!

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

It’s was a successful mission to say the least Graves had put you with Alex and of course you didn’t protect he was fun to work with. With a mission finish it was now time to celebrate The shadows had invited Alex and his partner in crime Farah but she declined leaving Alex with you guys. You’d be lying if she didn’t make you a tad bit jealous, for one she was gorgeous and strong and with the way that brunette looked up to her and at her..

Not that you really had to worry but you’re just a girl. “Ya’know Keller I thought you’d head back with y’er girlfriend.” One of the shadows spoke your eyes looking over to alex watching his response.

He chuckled nervously his hand rubbing the back of his neck “she’s not my girlfriend.. but I thought I hang back catch up with y’all.” He answered.

You smiled a little his eyes catches yours when he said he was here to catch up, not with them of course but well, you.

He’d missed you, your soft hands running down his chest and you whispered in his ear. His soft whimpers as you kissed him tenderly, “what’s wrong baby?” You teased, your lips kissing the bottom of his happy trail.

Alex shook his head “Sensitive.. god.” he drawled. His hands were tied above his head as he sat his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Where? Here..” you asked innocently kissing the bulge of his jeans.

His body shuttered, you let out an amused chuckle. The effect you had on him was like no other, he would worship you and you did him except you wear mean with it teasing his until he would cry begging to feel you.

You laid on your stomach as you stroked him his cock twitching in your hands. Your saliva and his cum are the perfect lube letting your hands glide up and down so smoothly. His sweet moans were music to your ears head dropped from the overstimulation making him spill over the edge “Please.. Please Imma cum..” he whimper his brows frowning.

Your tongue ran up his length and of his tip slowly your lips attaching to him only to release with a pop, “Hm? Is that how you ask handsome, common tell mommy what you want.” you spoke a pleased smirk displayed on your lips.

His legs started shaking going to close on you but your hand held him down, “Open your eyes and look at me Handsome common, ask me.” you whispered.

“Please, please may I cum.. Mommy, please let me cum,” he begged in a whiney tone his blue eyes meeting yours for approval. With a nod that's all he needed before his balls tightened a pretty moan slipping through his lips.

“Yeah that's a good boy, that's a good fuckin’ boy.” you praised your hands milking his cock for the second time.

With his head hung low you let you hand prop his chin up your your finger “you think you can go another baby?” you asked eyeing his tired stated.

“I can.. I can I— I wanna feel you please..” he babbled.

You moved on top of him your thighs on either side of him his face still remains resting his your hands. You kissed his face moving his hair out of his face it sticking to him because of the sweat. “You're doin’ so good handsome,” you spoke both of your eyes meeting one another. God, he was pretty.

You untied his hands guiding them to your hips. “You ready for me?” you aligned yourself with him.

“Yes ma'am.”

His hands squeeze your hips as his cock began to slip into you. A soft moan came from your lips feeling him fill you up, his face falling against your bare chest as he whimpered from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. “God I've missed you..” he spoke.

He missed you, he missed how you fit him so well how you were made for his cock nobody else would have him like you did. Your hips moved as you held onto the back of his neck his beefy arms holding you close. “Fuck Alex.” you clawed as his neck.

You missed him, being with him at this moment made you hate the job because you were never with him. Your bodies intertwined as you fucked him a mess of your arousal made a mess on his lap.

“You were made for me.. Just you..” he spoke his voice softy but still whiney.

“Just me,”

“Im all yours.. Fuck I'm all yours.” he cried out his face in the crook of your neck.

“Your all mine Alex,” you dragged on.

Leaning back your hands held his face “Your mine.”

His eyes never left yours as he nodded, this wasn't just pillow talk anymore but the feeling that had been building up for years.

“Please cum with me..” he spoke gently.

“Do you wanna cum in me, baby?” you asked a smile on your face.

“Mmhm! I do please can I cum in you.” he asked your name leaving his lips.

Your hand grabbed a handful of hair pulling his head back “you better cum then.” you spoke your orgasm finally hitting you as your ride him.

So he did his fingers digging into your thoughts as he came in you.

Your body fell against his your arms wrapping around his neck holding him in a hug his arms soon wrapping around your waist. The two of you be a thing heavily, coming down from your highs.

Minutes had passed the aftercare process soon finishing, the two of you sitting in front of one another he watched you as you pulled your shirt back over your head. His gaze had never left you even as you both cleaned each other up, your pretty hands needing as his legs massageing them.

You felt his hand touch your face causing this to look up at him “yeah?” Your voice soft a sweet.

“I meant what I said, I'm all yours.. I want to be all yours.” he said his thumb creassing your cheek.

“Alex..” your tone warning him.

You both knew that this, what you two had could be nothing more than just a casual fuck. Even with the heavy feeling that you both shared and made worse every time he held you close. And that was no different than that night. Him holding you in his arms as you traced his chest, the love you two shared would always be put on hold.

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

A/n: it's kinda short but I hope you like it it my first time writing for Alex ill get better at writing for him trust.

[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.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

May I ask for a request? 🙋‍♀️

Ghost and Alex with tattoo artist reader

(Tattoo artist reader gives them a free tattoo for their birthday 🎂 🥳 )

a/n: ooo, sure!

Ghost:

-he had been a regular with you for a while since your tattoo shop happened to be close to his apartment and base right in-between the two

-he didn’t expect anything special today. Only mentioning it was his birthday half way through the tattoo while in passing conversation

-he went up to the counter to pay per usual, only for you to wave him off with a smirk, telling him it’s on the house since he was your favorite regualr

-your touch always managed to calm him down, and you were so sweet too! God, he adored your shop and you

alex:

-he had never gotten a tattoo from your shop before, really only getting tattoos for events or when he passed a shop they caught his eye

-but while scrolling he found your website, and hence the fact you did free birthday tattoos. MY MAN DASHED TO YOUR PARLOR (I truly believe he’s a cheapskate to the core just like I am)

-let you lay him down softly on the black leather chair as you calmly did a small tattoo on his thigh which he requested

-he got almost tired and comfy from your cold touch against his thigh as he laid back until you were done. Walking out with a new tattoo and a new crush

[gothicflowers]

Listen, Alex has been consuming my brain for weeks. It’s a whole issue (it’s not an issue, I love it really). So can I get something that’s maybe a little darker with him? Doesn’t have to be too dark, just maybe showing that side that isn’t the golden retriever we all love. Maybe a little more of that something that makes him such a good CIA operative.

Something protective/possessive perhaps? Can be NSFW or not, totally up to you.

Also, I hope you’re doing well! I know what it’s like to just need a distraction and get out of your head for a bit 💙

(MDNI +18)

Sorry this took me forever but I’ve been fighting waves of ADHD paralysis that even my meds cant fight. And I’m doing a little better, not fully healthy but I’m getting there❤️

ALEX KELLER IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER.

At least that’s what he lets you see.

Because he doesn’t want you to know how dark and dirty he can be. Your family is fully convinced that he is the perfect man, which he truly is. Always getting you flowers and planning dates or small getaways. You clearly won the lottery with Alex. You see Alex as a night in shining armor, a kiss from the stars.

But Alex sees you as the dusk sky, beautiful colors that light up the sky before the light disappears. Soft delicate hands to hold, no blood or dirt under your nails. Your voice is the crackling of a fireplace in deep December snow that warms his soul. You’re the flower that blooms from the spring frost after he tills the ground with his bare hands.

Alex has fought for too long and shed too much blood in the name of justice and peace for anything to take away the one pure thing the universe owes him. You.

But sometimes dispute all his training and good intentions you see small glimmers of what Alex could be if he didn’t keep himself in check. Sometimes it’s in the way you end up bent over the counter with his fingers laced tightly in your hair as he rants on about this little bitchy attitude you’ve had since you woke up. He knows you love it and it feeds a dark pit of control that burns for you. Every thrust making you gasp. All Alex can grunt out of his gritting teeth is MINE. MINE. MINE. And is he gonna let you come? No. Not unless your pretty little eyes are welling with lust and love filled tears begging to cum. He’ll eventually let go of your hair and hold you by the jaw and let you confess that you just needed some dick, and he’s the only one that can satisfy your craving. Such a sweet thing, such perfection, so delicate.

Alex doesn’t mind letting other guys how possessive he can get. He didn’t like that guy that keep trying to dance with you at the bar. It’s surely a coincidence that guy slipped and hit his head on the sink. Other times it’s simply staring them down with a look that even Simon wouldn’t mess with.

When your ex tried to weasel their way back into your heart they abruptly stopped. They sent flowers, chocolates, jewelry, everything they could think of to win you back. You figured they finally got the message that you didn’t want them. But in reality your ex came home to a large envelope packed full of evidence of everything they’ve ever done, things you never knew about. Paired with a simple note “leave what is mine alone or else”.

Alex never wants you to know about what he truly does. Would you ever hold his hand again knowing how blood stained they are? Would those soft lips still say I love you? Despite his pure intentions he knows not all of his orders he’s been given were good. So he just tells you he works in surveillance. It eases your mind thinking he’s hiding on a roof somewhere, not down in a gunfight.

When he comes home after an extended time away you’re distraught with worry that he lost his leg. You will die never knowing the truth about what went down that day.

It’s not always that he wants to keep you in the dark, but sometimes it’s just truly classified information that you can’t know. And shouldn’t, it would give you nightmares. This man could rewrite history books if he shared what he knows.

Alex keeps hidden security cameras around the house. You don’t even realize they’re installed. He’s got extensive knowledge of technology and he used it to his advantage. He’s very good about keeping you a secret from his job but sometimes on those late nights he just needs to see you sleeping peacefully at home. And yes there is a tracker on your phone. Can’t lose track of his sweet little angel.

Everyone highly underestimates him. Too soft hearted, too eager, too naïve. The way his eyes darken and chest heaves as he stands covered in someone else’s blood shocks a room of experienced soldiers. A version of a man they rarely see, a version of a man you don’t know. Yet that version of him is who checks the house when he hear something at night. The version who corrects people who speak to you rudely. The version that growls in your ear from behind as your bodies tangle. The version who got rid of all of your problems. The Alex that will pull the earth apart and unleash hell to create a heaven on earth for you alone.

Alex is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Midnight Pillowtalk

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Alex x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, fluff, language, married couple, nudity, P in V, mutual masturbation, hand job, fingering, some dirty talking, groping,

𖤐Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night just for a quick conversation and maybe something else

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11:30PM

Y/n has been awake ever since she went to bed which was 2 hours ago, she couldn’t sleep, but her husband Alex was, she rolls on her side and stares at her husband who slept on his back, left arm behind his head and right hand resting on Y/n’s thigh, it’s been resting there for a while and she’s afraid to move and wake him.

Alex is a light sleeper…sometimes, but she didn’t want to wake him just because she couldn’t sleep, that’s unfair to him.

Y/n gently and slowly moved out from under the covers, his hand fell but he didn’t wake up, she puts her slippers on and heads downstairs to get some water.

She turns on the stove light and grabs a glass and fills it with water. She chugs a bit of it and then leans on the counter, she stares at the clock realizing how late it was, she rubs her eyes and heads upstairs trying to see if maybe she was just dehydrated and just needed some water in her system.

Getting to the bedroom she kicks her slippers off and sets her glass on the nightstand. She gets back under the covers and moves a bit closer to Alex.

"I was about to come and find you," Alex's voice was gruff, and horsed, Y/n slightly jumps at his sudden voice.

"I was just getting some water," she says, Alex then leans over and turns his lamp on, the warm light lit up only them two. Y/n rested her hands on his chest and then her chin on the back of her hand just to look up at him.

He moves his hand behind her head to caress her soft hair.

"Can't sleep?" He asked.

"No...I can't...I didn't want to wake you but I guess...I did."

"It's alright *yawn* what's keeping you up?"

"I don't know...I just can't sleep, I'm comfortable but it's like my mind won't shut off, like I have so much on my mind, but have no to talk to, I don't want to wake you up, and keep you up from sleeping-"

"Baby, I don't care, you can wake me up anytime just so you can talk, and talk." He chuckles.

"I was just nervous."

"Don't be...what's on your mind?" He repeats.

"Well...that's the thing...I don't think, I need to talk."

"You don't?" He questions.

"Yeah...it's like a weird pit," Alex just looks at her confused.

"A pit?" He was confused.

"Yeah...I think, I might be," she just looks at him almost knowing Alex knew.

"Horny," Alex finishes.

"Yeah..." She then sits up on her elbows and play with her fingers.

"Well, then are you up for it?"

"Are you? Are you not tired?"

"Not now...you've got my attention," he smirks.

"Oh do I?" Alex doesn't say anything but pulls the covers off both of them, he pulls down his sweatpants and pulls out his semi hard cock, Y/n follows suit and pulls her shorts off along with her panties.

She stares at Alex as he pumps himself, she moves his hand and used hers, and Alex decided to help Y/n out as well, using his middle and ring fingers to pump inside of Y/n.

Y/n let's out a few moans as Alex groans and let's out a breathy moan, he moans when Y/n runs her thumb over his tip that was leaking pre-cum.

"Coming already?" She teased.

"Don't even start with me, missy, you're already so wet that I can probably do a few more thrusts and you'll cum," he says with a smirk on his face. He starts picking up the pace.

"F-Fuck," she moans.

"I know you're almost there," he teased.

"No...never," she says. She was on the verge of coming, but she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

Alex looks over at Y/n seeing her eyes squeeze shut but opened every so often to make sure she was doing okay, she looks at Alex and smiles, she leans forward and kissed his lips.

He smiles into the kiss and deepens it by sticking his tongue into her mouth. He sits up and then starts removing Y/n's night shirt, he tosses it to the ground and moves Y/n's thighs over his, his dick resting on her lower stomach as he starts to grope her breasts.

Y/n's hands then went to his chest and moved down his dick giving him a few pumps before he moves back and grabs his dick and moves it inside of her.

She let's out a breathy moan as he doesn't move but instead just gropes her, soon he rocks his hips back and forth, Y/n put her head back, and her knuckles turning white as she grips the bedsheets.

Alex holds her waist and starts to move a bit faster, her breasts bouncing, moans and skin slapping filled the room.

"Fuck," she moans.

"God, you're tight," he moans. Alex bends down and kisses her lips.

Alex rocks back and forth as his tongue was fighting for dominance in her mouth. Y/n wraps her arms around his neck pulling him closer as the thrusts became sloppy, and Alex could feel her tighten around his dick.

One sloppy thrust and his dick fell out with cum leaking from his tip and her hole, he smirks and starts sticking his fingers back inside of her to stick the cum back inside of her.

She moans and grabs at his wrist. "N-No stop, I-I'm sen-sensitive," she moans.

"I know, baby, that's the point," he chuckles. He keeps shoving his fingers into her clit.

"Ah! S-Stop, A-Alex!" She moans.

"God, even around my fingers, you're still so tight," he says.

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It was now 3 in the morning and Y/n and Alex were cuddled up together naked and warm skin against one another. The blankets lazily thrown over them. Alex holds her close and kisses her forehead.

"I hope you can sleep now?" Alex says, as he sees her breathing is starting to slow down knowing she was asleep, Alex woke up to feeling hot, but it's worth being this close to his wife.

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Next morning Alex had woken up to Y/n's hands running up and down his bare body.

"You touching me while I'm asleep? Naughty," he says.

"It woke you up didn't it?"

"Yeah?"

"That was the point," she gets on his stomach, he was just looking up at a beautiful woman now, his hands going to her ass and giving her a firm squeeze. "You tease."

"I'm a tease? I'm not the one feeling someone up in their sleep."

"I wanna fuck again," she says.

"Of course you do," he chuckles as he jolts up just a bit when feeling her hand caress his dick. "Fuck."

"Again?"

"Fine, you little minx."

[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!

[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.

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam

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.

[hunterbunter3000]

141 Sweetheart, bursting through the door: OH MY G O S H YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY--

141 Sweetheart pacing back and forth, ignoring the fact that she walked in the men's locker room with tf 141 shirtless:

Ghost: ...Love.

141 Sweetheart still talking and pacing:

Price: Sweetheart.

141 Sweetheart: AND THEN HE-- huh

Soap, smirking: We're changin' 'ere, St.

141 Sweetheart:

141 Sweetheart, backing up: Oh.

141 Sweetheart, slowly closing the door: Sorry.

(Everyone knowing she's still there)

141 Sweetheart, opening the door again: Nice assets by the way-

Price: Sweetheart!

141 Sweetheart: SORRY

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race Pt1.

Pt2

2090 Days since it happened since your life changed completely. You can still remember the day of the outburst like it was yesterday. You were stuck performing an appendectomy on a five-year-old, and then there were shots – the military evacuating us. You didn't take it seriously at that time; thought it would be like every pandemic, and there would be a cure soon. But after weeks spent with your family in a military camp, you knew it was nothing like this. You remembered how the military shot women who even got near to a zombie – too much of a risk that they could get infected. The irony of the whole thing was that women were the carriers of this unknown virus, while men only turned when they got bitten. Women turned by a simple scratch of a zombie, or when they died of any cause, they would turn in a glimpse of a second into these brainless creatures.

After it went completely downhill and more healthy people got shot without any remorse, your dad, brother, and you tried to flee out of the military base, resulting in your dad and brother getting shot, screaming you should just take their gun and leave as fast as possible. You never felt more remorse than leaving their corpses behind, but you had more than enough years to mourn them and pray for forgiveness. On the way to a safe place, you noticed small details, weird details. You got scratched, even bitten on the way, expecting to fully turn into a brainless monster – but you didn't, and to this date, you didn't know why. Well, there wouldn't be a lab anymore to find out anyway, so you just accepted it as a blessing first. But after a while, you learned the true curse of living in this shithole.

The survivors were scarier than the zombies and almost as inhuman as them – while most didn't try to hurt you since a surgeon always could get handsy in a zombie apocalypse, you still saw the horrors of self-proclaimed "Leaders" who killed in the most inhumane way just to prove their dominance. They weren't better than animals. You saw how different groups tried to start wars with each other to win resources and territory. There was still enough place and enough resources in the world for both of them to survive, so it was just a power play. If you had had a say in this, you would have tried everything to start a civilization with many people trying to rebuild humanity with strong people as guards, people farming, and people working in the infirmary, but no one ever listened to you. Why should they, as the Apocalypse proceeded, the hatred of women got only worse – "The reason for the apocalypse," resulting in women getting used, tortured, and raped if they weren't useful in other ways, and you thanked every day your mother who practically forced you to study medicine instead of law.

After months, you finally had enough and ran away from the camp – not tolerating the inhumane ways. You wondered if you were the inhuman one for leaving people there who you could have healed if you had stayed, but sometimes you needed to be egoistical, and you at least tried to stay as innocent as possible through the apocalypse. You lost everything but not your good heart which made you incredibly proud of yourself.

You didn't know how you survived this. You didn't have a particular skill set; sure, you were a pediatric surgeon before all of this, you were capable, you were smart, which probably led you to survive. But you weren't something that was of use like a soldier or police officer. God, before this Apocalypse, you didn't even carry your groceries to your apartment. You were screwed but somehow you still survived, with your one handgun that you nicked off the corpse of your dead dad. The irony was you didn't even use it in three years; you never used your gun – god, did you even know how to use it? You highly doubted it.

You claimed yourself a small cottage in the forest. It wasn't much but pretty well-hidden, and you built-in safety measurements so no walker could surprise you by night. You lived in a shithole but at least in a comfortable manner. The house had three small bedrooms, a kitchen with a tiled stove, a fireplace, a water source, and enough space outside so you could grow all sorts of vegetables and fruits. Pumpkins, potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries, and raspberries highlight your perfect garden. You even had some apple and cherry trees you took great pride in. Before all started, you couldn't say you were good at gardening; even your cactus didn't survive the neglect you put them through – but you used all your remaining time learning about farming and providing for yourself, growing plants you can use as medication. In your imagination, you would somehow manage to have some chickens and cows, but you knew it would draw way too much attention, and you liked your hidden lifestyle way too much for this to happen. You were quite naive; you thought this would stay this way until-.

You heard sounds from your garden – nothing unusual since some local animals came and tried to steal a carrot or two, but then the sounds of multiple men echoed.

"Fuck."

They blundered in weird ways, talking about finding a safe place and raiding something. You ran upstairs, grabbed your handgun, and hid in the closet.

"Fuck, here isn't anything useful," a man with a hoarse voice and a British accent cursed all my cabins violently.

"Johnny, you will get through this; you won't die on me," a man said with a worried voice.

"He has a fucking bullet in his shoulder; how can he fucking survive this?" A bullet in his shoulder, probably not gone through. If it didn't hit anything major, his survival rate would be 80% in a normal world, depending on the material of the bullet; he could survive or die. If it's lead and stays inside his body, he will be dead in at least 4 days from lead poisoning. If the wound isn't properly cleaned – blood poisoning. If they take it out of him and don't properly sew him – death. This man hasn't a high chance of surviving. You could at least triple the chance of his survival, but if you get out there, you would probably lose the chance of survival by several digits. Your morale was high; you swore an oath to help every human you were capable of saving, but was it worth more than your own life?

"Shut the fuck up," the worried man screamed at the other.

You decided to stay in the closet, a choice you'd later regret, your lack of courage weighing on you as survival seemed uncertain. Tears slowly started to fall from your eyes, running against your soft rosy cheeks. Your handgun was clutched tightly in your sweaty palms, your breath trembling from pure horror, convinced that today might be your last.

With a sudden grunt, the closet door swung open. Before you stood four imposing men, each holding big machine guns, and a fifth man, held by another, similarly armed.

In front of you was a middle-aged man with brown hair, a fishing hat atop his head, and the most amazing blue eyes you had ever seen. He was tall and muscular, with a well-groomed beard for an apocalypse. Handsome and scary simultaneously.

The second man was one of the most attractive individuals you'd ever laid eyes on. He had brown-golden skin, trusting brown eyes, and a cap perched on his head. His gaze held a mix of awe and confusion as he looked at you.

The third man was colossal, ripped with muscles, and possibly the tallest person you'd encountered. He sported a blonde buzz cut and blue eyes that glowed red, giving him an intimidating aura. With an unhealed scar across his eyes and some stubles, he probably was incapable of growing a beard because of the scar tissue.

The fourth man looked similar to the one with the fishing hat; the only difference was his dirty blonde hair and tattoo sleeves. You noticed the prosthetic leg and wondered whether it had been dealt with properly – you sure as hell could help him too.

The last one was the man who got shot, and held by the scary men. He was the shortest of the group but still taller than you by several inches. His hair was in a funny mohawk, and he was ripped – not a bit; he was built like a fucking powerhouse. You couldn't shake the thought away that if you had known him through med school, learning anatomy would have been different – all those muscles – focus.

You thought that your potential killers were all good-looking, each in different ways. Despite this, you still pointed your gun at them, and they held their machine guns at you.

"A woman – I thought they were all dead," the man with the cap said, making you curious. All dead? When you last left your forest two years ago, there weren't many women, but there were still some out there.

You gathered all your remaining courage, shaking as you said, "Leave me alone, or I shoot." They laughed at you. Okay, they had more people and bigger guns, but you could still harm at least one of them.

"Oh, dove, your gun is still secured," the man with the fishing hat said, trying to hold out a laugh.

You tried to fidget with your gun, but you didn't know how to unsecure it. So, you just lowered it and held your hands up in the air.

"We don't have time for this shit. Knock her out or something; we need to fucking save Johnny," the scary man said, sending shivers down your spine out of fear.

"If you don't kill me, I'll save your friend." Win-win situation; you'll survive, and your morals are saved.

"Shut the fuck up. How could a stupid girl who can't even use a gun save him?" the scary man screamed. You were sure that he had a special bond with this Johnny, sure as hell best friends or lovers by how he acted.

"I'm a surgeon; I can remove the bullet," you said.

"You're a surgeon?" the tattoo man asked in disbelief at your claim.

"Which field?" the scary man asked you.

"Uhm, I was a pediatric surgeon."

"Does he look like a fucking child to you?"

"Simon, we don't have much choice. It's better than nothing; he will die if we don't do anything," Fisher hat man tried to convince Simon.

Simon agreed. "What do you need?"

You were afraid to be a bit rusty, but you'll make it. "Okay, one of you will bring me as much water as he can gather, one needs to guard the door. I don't need any interruptions in my surgery. One needs to stay in the room; this will hurt as hell without proper numbing. My surgical equipment is in the closet by the bathroom, as well as the medication I produced. You need to tie him to the bed; I don't know how, and I don't care, as long as he doesn't try to kill me while I try to fix his shoulder, and I need a promise that I won't be killed if he doesn't survive."

"Yes, ma'am," the tattoo guy said and was on his way. All the men worked efficiently, making you wonder if they had some military background since they listened better than my old residents, at least.

The man who introduced himself as Kyle - by the way, the only one who introduced himself to you - tied Johnny to the bed. Everything was now prepared, and you tried to make this place as sterile as possible.

You sat down on Johnny since you couldn't stand properly by the bed for the surgery and had the advantage of holding him down with your body weight.

"Hey Johnny, this will hurt a bit, okay, but you need to be strong, okay?" You talked to him like with your child patients, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, it mattered to save him.

Johnny spoke completely drowsy from the pain, "Am I deid, Lt? Or how come dae I see an angel oan tap o' me?" You chuckled; even in pain, you noticed that that man was a total flirt.

"Shut up, Johnny, and survive," Simon said.

"Love ya, Lt."

"I love you too, idiot." You were right in your thoughts; they were indeed a couple and a handsome one. You couldn't shake the feeling away, though, that he probably would kill you in the most vicious way if Johnny didn't survive.

You slid your scalpel through him and started the surgery after at least six terrible hours of fear and exhaustion; you were finished; you saved him. You were a bit envious of Johnny; Simon stayed the whole time by his side without being grossed out or yawning for a second; they loved each other. You never experienced that kind of love and never will...

Now he only needs to survive the aftermath of the surgery, which will be harder for his body than the actual surgery since the adrenaline wore off. You were glad that you were able to nick some antibiotics and real medication from a nearby emergency station. You were always better safe than sorry.

You removed the blood from yourself and washed yourself with cold water, which felt like an eternity till you pronounced yourself clean enough. You put on some cozy clothing and walked to the living room where three men sat sandwiched on the small couch. Simon stayed by Johnny.

You planted yourself across from them and looked at them until Fisher Man Hat spoke.

"Thank you for saving our man; I'm John, by the way."

"Alex."

"Well, you already know my name; how can we call you?" Kyle asked you.

"Uhm, everyone always called me Dr. Angel, since the kiddies compared me to one," you replied, telling them the truth.

"Beautiful nickname for a beautiful woman," John said.

You couldn't hide a blush, and Kyle asked you how it came that you lived alone. You explained your life story without boring them for one second.

"Tell me something about the six of you."

"Uhm, we were special forces back in the days before everything went downhill. We protected some scientists who worked on a cure, but they didn't make it and died in one of their experiments. We are originally seven, but the other two are on a raid right now for our camp. I know we probably scare you, but if you want to, you can stay with us, no strings attached. We know how humanity changed, and being the only woman alive makes it even scarier, but we will protect you since you saved one of our own," John explained. You were still confused, only woman alive? How is this possible? Well, you were immune to the virus, but you didn't need to tell them right now since this would make you even more vulnerable.

"Only woman alive?"

"Yes, dove, the woman's got instinct with them, the human race." You gulped; your moral codex spoke to you again. Shouldn't you prevent that from happening? Or is this nature's plan? You didn't want to think about it further.

"Does anyone of you want to eat something? I'm starving," you exclaimed, trying to change the subject to something less uncomfortable.

"You don't have to feed us; you already did enough," Kyle said.

"Nonsense! I'm hungry, and I have more than enough vegetables to feed a whole army," you protested and walked towards your kitchen. You took out the preserved tomatoes and potatoes and wanted to slice them, but a tall figure already removed your knife from your hands.

"Let me help; it's the least thing I can do after you did so much for us," Alex said and started to slice the vegetables while you tried to heat your pot. The other two put plates on your small kitchen table, making it feel incredibly domestic for you. They looked like husbands caring for their wives, and you wanted to shake out the thoughts in your head. You were just underfucked from the whole apocalypse, but deep down, you knew they did something to you, made you feel a tight knot in your stomach.

You took one portion up to Simon, who still gathered around Johnny's bed. With a sudden movement, the tall man hugged you tight, almost crushing you with his sheer strength.

"Thank you for saving him and sorry for being mean to you."

"I understand; I'd do the same if someone I dearly loved would be injured in this hell of a life," he tried to pull a smile at my words. "Here's some hot food, and give Johnny his antibiotics in an hour, okay?"

"Hot food? I haven't had that since forever."

I laughed, "Get used to it, big boy." He raised a brow but didn't question it.

You went downstairs and saw the men laughing while waiting for you like true gentlemen. Kyle blushed a bit when you came down, and they instantly stopped their talk. You asked yourself what they talked about, maybe something that would be dangerous. They ate like starved men and told you how long they didn't have anything warm in their bellies, making you realize how lucky you were in your cottage with your grown food. The only thing you were missing was someone to warm your bed—stop it, you said to your inner thoughts.

You gave the remaining boys some blankets and showed them enough places to sleep, and as they didn't mind sharing, everything went perfectly. Alex took the patrol for the night, telling you it needed to be done even if you never patrolled for the last two years. The other men called you naive for it. You checked one time on Johnny if he had a fever or anything like that, but to your luck, he was fine, still asleep and high on medication. Simon slept beside him, and you couldn't stop yourself from putting a blanket on top of him. He deserved the comfort after taking care of his boyfriend that way.

John walked you down to your room, talking a bit to you, which gave you more comfort than you wanted to admit. You were a human after all, and humans missed humans when they lived two years in isolation to survive.

"Did you ever think about what it means for you to be the only woman alive?" he asked you.

"It's pretty weird to think about it."

"Kinda."

"I guess the human race will go extinct then."

"There are ways if you decide to—you know, save the planet and everything. You seem like a girl who always wants to do the right thing."

"You mean getting pregnant?"

"Exactly, saving the human race and everything."

"Would it be selfish if I let it die?"

"A bit, but it's your choice. I will always protect you from everyone who wants to take advantage of you. You're part of the team now."

"And what if I decide to want to save it?"

His eyes lit up. "Then, of course, I'd support you, like every man on this team. I think most of my boys wouldn't be repulsed by helping you to reach this goal." You blushed hard. Did he just tell you—shit.

"And what about you, John?"

"I'd be more than willing to participate. You're incredibly looking, dove, and I'm just a man behind all this."

"I'll think about it," but you couldn't shake away the feeling of them—you could have all of them.

"Take your time, dove." He kissed you on your rosy cheek and left you completely crazy alone with your thoughts. It was too long ago, and you felt the familiar feeling building up inside of you. Fuck it, you thought and decided to speak with them about it tomorrow. You're a good person after all, right? And that's what a good person does?