#echo 3-1

[azucarera-art]

cowboy alex

[femalefemur]

Modern Warfare (2019)

[unreliablesnake]

A special kind of therapy (Alex Keller x reader x 141)

Summary: Alex is stressed and frustrated, but you're more than happy to help him with that.

Warning: SMUT, MINORS DNI. Blowjob, unprotected p in v.

Note: I love Alex, my boy deserves the world. / Check the barracks bunny fics tag for more. / Follow @unreliablesnakefics if you wanna know when I post new stuff, and hit that get notifications button.

Alex knew Price would take the rest of the team away from the base, and so it would be the two of you working on the pile of documents and maps he brought with him. What he didn't expect was you having no idea what personal space was.

You were always there next to him, little finger not-so-accidentally brushing against his every now and then as you leaned above the table to take a better look at a piece of paper. It was clear you were flirting with him, but he tried to ignore it as long as he could.

"We should keep a break, I can't focus anymore. Maybe some coffee could help. What do you say?" you asked as you rested your hip against the table and turned to look at him through your lashes.

It became difficult to resist because his body automatically reacted to your advances, mirroring your flirting moves, then soon his brain began to make him wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Should he say something to prepare you? Or should he just kiss you without a warning?

He looked down at the map in front of him and gently knocked his fist against the table as he thought. You and Price were close, he had seen that the first time you met all those months ago. It wasn't clear how close, though. He didn't want to cross a line by making a move on you, but something the captain said made him think.

"I'm sure she will be eager to help you with everything," he had said, and there was a smile he didn't understand until now.

Maybe he knew you would do this, maybe you were attracted to him since that time you worked together on a mission, but in all honesty, he had never thought about you this way. Well, until now. Until you made a move on him and made him feel all sorts of things he had been pushing to the back of his mind in the past year or so.

He was alone in this office with you, having more than enough time before the others came back, so why not? Why shouldn't he take the opportunity you were offering? So he finally made up his mind and pulled you closer, his lips crushing into yours in a passionate kiss.

You didn't hesitate to sneak your arms around his neck, pushing your body against his in an attempt to make sure he didn't change his mind. But Alex wasn't about to push you away, after all this one kiss was enough to make him feel like a man again, awakening a primal side that couldn't wait to have you at his mercy.

He felt you unzip his pants, your hands beginning to push it down as you sank to your knees. You gently ran a finger along his cock, causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you a little closer to it, ready to force you to take his aching member between your lips.

"That's how badly you want me?" you asked with a quiet chuckle as you wrapped your fingers around him. "Tell me what you want."

"Open your mouth, baby," he ordered you, barely able to wait any longer. You did as you were told, gently taking him between your lips before he eagerly pushed your head closer to his body, making you gag as the tip hit the back of your throat. "You're such a good little girl for me," Alex praised you, easing his grip to let you do your magic.

After all the time he had spent alone, most of it passing with him dreaming about a woman he couldn't get, it was nice to have you like this. You were clearly happy to please him, letting him fuck your mouth relentlessly, and your eyes were locked with his the whole time that made the whole experience even better.

By the time he had you bent over the table, buried deep inside you, he could barely think straight. He was pussy drunk, there was no other way to describe it, but he didn't mind the way your tight cunt could take his mind off his problems. Your satisfied moans were like music to his ears, encouraging him to keep going, to keep fucking you through your orgasm.

Alex wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up against his chest. "You okay?" he asked you, whispering into your ear before playfully biting on your earlobe.

You were a slurring mess by then, but you still managed to say yes, sweetly begging him to keep going and fuck you harder. Who was he to say no to that? So he went on a quest to make you reach another high, all while going after his own climax this time.

He wanted to pull out. He fucking swore himself to pull out in time because he didn't want to take any risks, but he couldn't stop himself. Feeling you come again, your body shaking in his arms made it hard to stay focused.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

As if you knew what his problem was, you reached for his hand and threw your head back against his shoulder. "It's okay, don't worry."

"You sure?"

With a short laugh you turned your head to kiss him softly, silently telling him everything was fine. "Don't stress too much about it, Alex. Did you have fun?" He hummed in agreement before placing a soft kiss on your temple. "Good. That was the plan."

[collinnmckinley]

↳Random Call of Duty gifs [1/?] for Brighty aka @wallbang-buzzkill.

[shadow0-1]

🌺👑

[nrdmssgs]

You weren't supposed to laugh

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He would scare others off, you know?"

"With his glare or with his guns?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you so much."

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

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

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

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

"You weren't supposed to laugh."

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

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

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

So he touches her shoulder softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[temeyes]

30min alex dood

[bressynotanymore]

Distracting 🏹🦿

[johee-the-time-traveler]

Uh,,,, what if Alex and Farah were high schoolers,,? I wonder how that would go 👁️

Sharing this sticker design cause business is not booming 🥹

[cursed-commissions]

Commission:

Baby Daddy Alex Keller cuddling Pregnant Gaz

Specifics:

Stretch marks (rucked up shirt to expose said marks)

Both smiling

Alex holding Gaz’s stomach

[avelindel]

“It’s one thing to make a picture of what a person looks like, it’s another thing to make a portrait of who they are.” ~ Paul Caponigro

[femalefemur]

ECHO 3-1 | MODERN WARFARE (2019)

[shadeops21]

Can you do Alex’s 2019 and 2022 gear?

Hi!

I am waiting for the resources for his 2022 appearance to become available soon, before I can attempt a guide for that skin.

Once that is available, I shall provide breakdown’s for his appearance in both games (if there is sufficient difference between the two).

Thanks for the ask!

[shadow0-1]

Comfort

⚠️ Keep it PG ⚠️

[nrdmssgs]

Artblock

Masterlist Hurt/comfort Pairing: Alex KellerXReader A little something, I'd like to dedicate to all the beautiful souls, suffering from the art block. It will pass.

"This is a crap." Another sheet of paper is getting ripped apart right before his eyes. Alex witnessed soldiers getting severe wounds, he still remembers seeing his own body changed by war forever.

But this hits harder.

You hating everything, that made you smile just yesterday, destroying hours, days even weeks of a hard work. Alex would prefer, if you took it out on him. Slap him in the face, scream, start a fight, anything! Just don't hurt, what he loves the most - yourself.

"Useless pile of shit. I just waste paint, paper, time and air!" Alex feels, as if something inside him curled up in a lump. He needs to stop this at any cost. Stop this, before you get to...

"Fucking waste of space!" He loves this work of yours with all his heart. Because to him, it screams your name. It is your voice, your eyes, your beautiful mind. And you destroy it.

Alex knows, it's better to give you space and time. This fire will eventually burn out, it will get better at some point. But he can't help it. When anybody hurts you, even if it is you yourself - his body reacts automatic. He scoops you up and drags you as far from your works, as it is possible.

"Listen to me, please! You are not happy with your works, I get it. You have every right to feel so. I just can't watch it, as you are hurting, and do nothing!" He presses his lips against your forehead, not caring for keeping 'friendly distance'. To hell all the formalities, when you feel that bad. Alex has to drag you away from this place, that only feeds your self-frustration.

"Let's go away, just leave this place for a while, please. Let me take you anywhere, where you won't think about your paintings for one evening, please! You need a break. Let me help!" He doesn't care anymore, how it looks from afar. A friend can carry a friend out of their atelier, hugging them so desperately as if their life depended on that.

He will do anything to shift your attention from the aching wound, that your workplace turned into. Alex will talk to you, whisper, beg, joke, lull. There is no point, at which he would stop, not a line, he won't cross, if he feels like it could help. He will reveal the most sacred secrets, he will surrender, confess. He will forget, how to breathe, sink on his knees before you. Alex will lose the sight of everything around. He will kiss your palms, that brought so much beauty to this world. Again and again, he will worship every finger, that dances around your canvas.

He won't fall asleep this night, not until he's sure, you're finally in peace.

The next time you see that last work, you destroyed that evening before him, it won't be on paper anymore - it will be on his skin. Right on the chest, where you find comfort and solace.

[alexkeller-doodles]

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