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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Bootnecks | Alex Keller x m!reader

anonymous asked: seal anon. loved the price and male reader fic you did (side note, i do reblog your fics on my actual account)

can i request alex (call of duty) with male reader. where alex is being clingy when the reader has to leave to go on a mission

summary: Alex really, really doesn't want you to go even though he knows you have to.

tws: swearing, hickeys, biting

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It was the nature of time that you and Alex would be pulled apart, it was the nature of time that you were destined to leave him at some point, and although he didn't want you to leave him, he knew that you had to; that was his own fault for falling for an officer that belonged to the Royal Marines.

It was a lazy day, the rain and wind outside was harsh as Alex watched you pack your bags, silent and resigned as he sat at the edge of the bed and chewed at the inside of his lip; he would steal glances at his prosthetic in the corner just so that he didn't have to look at you in the eyes, knowing that he would cry the very second he did. Every time he missed you, every time that he went without you, Alex missed you more and more.

'Too Bad' by Nickelback was playing on the speakers. It would be the last time Alex listened to any of your music until you got back, as he could never bring himself to hear it when you weren't there with him, when you weren't at his side and when he couldn't hear you singing along. He wished to remind the clock, just for a few days more.

That's all that Alex wanted, just a few days more with the man he adored; just a few more days. Just one more chance to make you laugh when you caught him singing 'Before He Cheats' by Carrie Underwood in the shower, his voice raised and off key every time the chorus came on, nearly screaming.

Just one more chance to press his chest to your back in the morning as he wrapped his arms around you and leaned against you. Just one more chance to hear you singing 'Father' by Sabaton as you fixed up the old Triumph bike one of Farah's men had found. Just one more chance to lie in bed with you and get you to translate slang as you watched Waterloo Road together. Just one more chance to hold you close as he slept. Just one more chance.

That's all Alex wanted, just one more chance. Just a few more days. Anything would do, even a couple of hours. Just something, anything, to put off you leaving him, abandoning him once again; but he knew this would happen. Loving a Royal Marine was never going to be easy, was never going to be stable, and he knew you would eventually abandon him.

Sure, Alex had met plenty of US Marines in his day, but they were nothing like the Royal Marines; the Royals made the US Marines look like toddlers. Weak, unstable, stupid, and although it wasn't really difficult to do so, cowardly. The chances of you returning to him were slimmer, given your work, than any US Marine; you saw real action, you actually fought. You weren't spoiled with fancy helicopters and planes and guns and launchers. You had whatever you could get your hands on, and that was it. Alex knew, all too well, that if you didn't return in a fucking casket, then a miracle had occurred.

Alex didn't want you to leave, and when he noticed that you were about to reach for the picture of you with him that you always took, he couldn't stop himself, and got up; he pressed his face to the back of your shoulder as he held on tightly, daring to shake his head. 'Different People' by Biffy Clyro was playing.

"Don't go, Sir."

"I have to," you murmured, staring at the photograph. "You know that, baby."

"I don't want you to go, bootneck."

"Alex," you sighed. "I have to go."

"No," he shook his head, holding onto you even tighter. Insistent and determined to keep you there, to not allow you to abandon him. "Stay... please, Sir, stay."

You knew he would cling on as you moved backwards towards the bed, only daring to take a swipe at his ankle when you knew he would fall back onto it; the soft thud made you laugh softly as you turned around, taking his momentary surprise to straddle his waist, pinning his hands above his head with one hand around his wrists, the other at the side of his neck as you frowned and swallowed thickly.

"Alex... baby. C'mon, you know I have to get going."

"No," he begged, trying to wrench his wrists from your hand so that he could at least hold you, blue eyes pleading. "Please... don't abandon me again, (y/n)."

You sighed, leaning down so that you could press a soft kiss to his forehead, daring to start a trail down his neck before you bit down; sucking the skin into your mouth for a moment before you pulled away and looked at the hickey that started to form, daring to run your tongue over it softly. "I'm not abandoning you, sweetheart."

Alex didn't seem convinced, wrapping his leg around your waist as if it would convince you to stay. As if it would prevent you from ever leaving him again, ever abandoning him. "I don't want you to go."

"You keep saying that, but if I don't go, who's gonna keep you safe?" You hummed. "Who's gonna make sure that those fuckers out there, with their fucking state of the art drones and their fucking expensive guns, those spoiled cunts, don't shoot you?"

"I will," he whimpered. "Just stay here. With me. I'll keep us both safe."

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, to try and convince him that you needed to leave him, so you settled for marking up his neck; littering his skin with dozens of bite marks and bruises, hickeys just to make him weak as you smiled against his skin every time he whimpered your name and tried to hold you a little bit tighter, a little bit closer. Tugging his wrists to try and hold onto you, to try and feel you against his fingertips, even just one last time. But when you started to move the trail downwards, starting to pluck at the buttons of his shirt, his breath hitched, and he swallowed thickly.

"Please don't leave me."

"I'm not gonna leave you forever," you murmured between kissed and bites. "Why'd you think I'm giving you all these reminders that I'll be back?"

Alex sighed, so close to weeping, not wanting to be reminded that you were going to leave him, even if he did know that it was the nature of time; he wished for the nights where he could sing 'Come Fly With Me' by Frank Sinatra at you while you sat back and smoked a cigarette, trying not to laugh. He didn't want you to go.

But then you pulled away, and you dared to smile as you looked at him. "I'll be back before you know it."

"Will you?" He asked, a spark of hope in his eyes.

You nodded. "O' course... I'm a Royal Marine, baby, I'll be just fine."

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guardkeywolf · 1 year

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Price won't let Alex date Gaz...

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alexthetrashyracoon · 2 months

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Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasn’t just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.

So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.

A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simon’s lucky day.

“Stay here, I’ll take care…” He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.

You weren’t there.

Simon’s blood froze.

The smile was gone.

His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?

Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.

He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.

To be honest, Simon shouldn’t be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.

“And here I thought someone broke into our home.” Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.

“Damn, don’t scare me, Si!” You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.

He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. “Sorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually you’re quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.”

“You left the salad bowl out, I haven’t seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.” You mumbled and leaned against his side.

“Mhm… but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.” Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. “That’s for waking me.” He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. “And that’s for making me think we were getting robbed.”

He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.

If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3

#cod x gn!reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #cod mwii #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod x you #alex writes

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dante-mightdie · 3 months

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part 3. of the toxic!simon adventure (contains smut)

alex begins making many more appearances in your life and simon can’t fuckin’ stand it. tells himself that there’s just something off about that guy, doesn’t seem like he could protect you if it came to it. this statement made price let out a scoff in response

“he’s one of the best soldiers i’ve ever worked with, simon. besides, they’re just bein’ friendly with each other.”

“too friendly…” simon mumbles under his breath, narrowing his eyes as he watches you laugh at one of alex’s silly puns

simon spends a lot of time at the Price household. he says it’s because your old man lives closer to base but the truth is he can’t stand being alone in his flat in manchester, haunted and plagued by the chaos he’s seen on the field

he didn’t appreciate how often he was bumping into alex keller when he came to visit. price claiming that alex has to some work to conduct in the UK and offered him a place to stay. nothing to overthink, he says.

except for the fact that you’re both attached at the hip. watching tv together, joining alex on his morning runs, driving you around to help you run your errands. simon watches with a twitch in his eye, a mean feeling bubbling up in his chest as he watches his favourite toy get snatched up by the new kid in the playground

simon is constantly finding opportunities to get in your way, or more specifically, get in Alex’s way. He’ll watch from the kitchen as Alex’s hand twitches to reach out for yours when you’re both watching some show you were both talking about at dinner…

so simon decides he wants to watch that show too, planting himself right beside you, if he was any closer he would be sitting in your lap.

he caught a peek of the two of you stood in the back garden, alex pointing up at the night stars and leaning over to whisper something in your ear, making you giggle

so simon decided he needed to have a cigarette right that second, stalking out into the garden and slamming the door to announce his presence

“not interrupting anythin’, am I?”

you both sheepishly smile and shake your heads, seperating from each other

later on that night when the house is quiet and everyone has headed off to bed, simon finds himself unable to sleep. he thinks about going for a smoke or having another glass of bourbon but instead finds himself with his hand down his sweats, sloppily pumping his cock

in his other meaty hand, he holds his phone. a picture of you clad in some stringy lingerie that you sent to him one late night a few months ago. these pictures were always the product of you having a bad day and then being ignored by simon

crying in your room because he’s an emotionally unavailable prick, telling yourself that you’re over it and you’re gonna ignore him too. and then less than an hour later, your posing for your camera in a desperate attempt to get him to come to your room

well, at least, that’s what you used to do. simon never responded to these pictures. not even a thumbs up. perhaps you got tired of being ignored by him, simon thinks. or maybe you want him to send you a picture this time. or maybe, just fucking maybe, you’re sending these pretty pictures to someone else…

the thought makes simon yank his hand from his trackies with a curse falling from his lips. his cock aching and leaking against the material of his boxers, desperate for release. he snatches his mask from the bedside table and trudges down the hallway, only to stop at the sound of breathy moans coming through the crack of your door

it’s nearly 2AM. why is the light on in your room? why are you awake? simon’s brain runs a mile a minute with thoughts of you. when did he start thinking about you?

he places a hand on your door and slowly pushes it open enough so you can’t see his bulky frame in the dark hallway

and there you are. laying on your back with your forearm over your eyes, loud moans escaping your throat as desperate sobs. for a second, simon’s brain doesn’t even notice there’s another person in your room, too focused on watching your blissed out expression to notice that Alex was on top of you, pushing on your thighs to tuck your knees behind your ears

the slick sounds of your pussy being fucked would probably have been enough to keep simon’s cock hard, but not when he’s watching you fall apart in another man’s arms

he’s got you folded into a mating press, repeatedly slapping his hips into yours. he nearly vomits from rage when he hears you cry out his name

“Alex! fuck, I can’t… ‘s too much…” you whine out, bracing your hands on his shoulders when Alex reaches up to grip the headboard of your bed

“yeah, ya can, sugar. so good for me. such a good fucking girl. all pretty for me, ain’t that right, baby?” he whispers in your ear, but simon heard it. and it makes him fucking rage that this is what has become of him. standing in the pitch black corridor, watching you get fucked by another man like a pervert

but simon isn’t getting off on this. no, how can he enjoy staring at your panties dangling from your ankle knowing he wasn’t the one tugging them off your wet pussy? how can enjoy the sound of your moans when you silence them by pulling on Alex’s dogtags for a kiss?

you look so pretty when you come, simon thinks to himself as you squeal and kick your feet against Alex’s back. so pretty when it’s too much for you…

not that simon would know. he always turned your face away from his when you fucked, putting you on your knees and shoving your face into the mattress.

simon decides it’s too much for him to handle when he hears you begging for Alex to come inside of you. stalks back to his lonely room and unlocks his phone, shoving his hand back into his boxers and loading up a picture of you…

#mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #toxic!simon #alex keller #alex keller x reader

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sky-is-the-limit · 5 months

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"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏."

#he also eats pussy like a maniac #type of man to crawl underneath your hoodie/shirt and fall asleep on your stomach #alex keller #cod #call of duty #alex keller x reader #mw1 #mw2 #alex keller x you #alex keller smut #cod smut #cod x reader #task force 141 #captain price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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floweryanarchy · 7 months

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Portrait practice💕

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain price #konig mw2 #alex keller #farah karim

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azucarera-art · 9 months

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old faralex art i posted on twt but forgot to post here

#cod #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #farah karim #alex keller #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #faralex #azu art #rkgk #i'm just gonna spam post art i did over the past months #i neglected this accnt for a while #lmao

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temeyes · 4 months

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im a day late omg, but happiest birthday to my wife Farah Karim!!

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runicarbiter02 · 1 year

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How would each CoD character react to you touching their cheek for the first time? (In a caressing way)

A/N: Oh my god, this is actually the cutest and I couldn't think of a better way to start off this blog, thank you for this, love! I hope you enjoy! ~ Hannah

ALEX KELLER

Oh, this man is absolutely melting the second your hand cups the side of his face.

The goofiest damn grin on his face, corners of his eyes crinkling, soft laugh rumbling in his chest.

"How ya doing, sweetheart? Hanging in there?" Man is always concerned with you and your well-being.

Absolutely is the type of person to just completely nuzzle into your touch, soft sigh of content leaving his lips.

You aren't getting your hand back any time soon. Try and pull away, and he will absolutely pull the kicked puppy look. You can't bring yourself to pull away anyway.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

"Oh, is there something you need, mi vida?" This motherfucker and his sweet, smooth voice. Love him.

He will gently draw you in close with a hand on your waist, that signature cheeky grin on his lips. He'll gently take your hand in his and just press sweet kisses to your fingertips.

This will lead to him pulling you aside for a moment, peppering you in sweet kisses and showering you in the most endearing compliments in Spanish.

Expect to be walking away with a spring in your step and a flushed face.

GARY "ROACH" SANDERSON

At first, he will look wildly confused, his brows furrowing slightly and his head cocking to the side.

"What's up, hun? Everything okay?" He signs the term of endearment with so much passion every time, it is absolutely the sweetest and most heartwarming thing. Any term of endearment he uses is always signed with more passion than anything else.

Once you let him know you just wanted to love on him, this cheeky little shit is flirting with you like crazy.

"Oh, just wanted to love on me, huh? Well, there's more ways you could-" He cuts his signing off with his own laughter when you playfully shove his face away, and he follows after you, making obnoxious kissy noises.

He makes it up to you, though, with the most affectionate kisses. He's goofy and that reflects in how he shows you his love.

(Can you tell I love Roach? I love him very much.)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Johnny will take your other hand, place it on his other cheek, and will gently press your hands against his cheeks to squish his face.

He hums happily, reveling in your touch as his eyes shut and his lips curl into a smile.

"Always know what I need before I even do, mo chridhe." This man is so, so whipped for you. Looks at you with so much love and affection that you might as well melt before him.

Do expect this to end up with you wrapped up in his arms, snuggled close, the Scotsman whispering some of the stupidest jokes known to man to you in an effort to get you to laugh.

JOHN PRICE

I have like a very specific image in mind for this one!

He tends to work himself to the bone, getting lost and caught up in his work, and its very, very hard to get him out of it. It's one of those nights where you find him hunched over his desk, nose buried in his work.

You walk up behind him, gently resting your hand on his cheek and he pauses, tilting his head back to look up at you.

Despite the exhaustion, his expression softens, the tender smile on his face highlighting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"It's late, isn't it...? Mmm... Alright, dearest, I'll head to bed."

He gently grasps your wrist and tilts his head to press a fleeting kiss to your palm, and then to the pulse point on your wrist. It takes a bit more convincing before he's off to bed.

(I'm a bit biased, I'm a major John Price simp if you couldn't tell.)

KEEGAN RUSS

Look, I firmly believe our resident masked men are softies, but they're all different in terms of their softness.

This man is a softie with you, but good god, is he suave and flirty.

"Mmm, what's up, kid...? Just looking for an excuse to see my face, hm? All you had to do was ask." It should be illegal how much this man's voice sounds like a silky purr.

Soft kisses to your fingers, knuckles, and the back of your palm. Fleeting kisses that barely meet, brushing against your skin and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"Always so sweet for me, kid."

KÖNIG

(Apparently this man is a colonel? And from what I've seen, if he joined at 18, and if we take the average amount of time it takes to get to that rank... This man is likely in his early 40s. Dilf König? Dilf König.)

Masked man number two! Softie, but different from Keegan. This man is the shy sort of soft.

I imagine this would happen after he shows you his face for the first time. He grew up bullied for his appearance, among other things, and its made him rather insecure about his looks.

When you gently cup the side of his face after studying him for a moment, he heaves a shuddering sigh and averts his gaze shyly. But, the second you tell him how handsome he is, his face goes pink and he flushes shyly.

"Ah, meine Sonne und Sterne... You're going to make me melt." He then proceeds to kiss you softly on the forehead and tells you how much he loves you.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

A pleasant flush works its way onto his cheeks and he gives you that beautiful smile full of sunshine.

"Missed you, lovely. You been taking good care of yourself?" Sweet, heartless man that he is, worrying about you even though he looks exhausted after his most recent mission.

Gently draws you into him and just hugs you tight, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sighing happily. The second your cologne or perfume washes over him, all tension leaves him completely.

"Missed this. Missed you." Whispered words against your skin. He gently sways in place with you as you two embrace, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. Fully cherishes the moment.

"How's about some takeout and we finally watch that show you've been talking about? The House of the Dragon, right? Hopefully its better than the last few seasons of Game of Thrones." You have a stellar date in as you binge the entirety of The House of the Dragon and make up for lost cuddling time.

(Gaz does NOT get enough love and it's criminal. Perfect boyfriend/husband material right here. I adore him. Also? Man is absolutely gorgeous? Best man.)

NIKOLAI

(Russian dilf? Yes please! Underrated man right here.)

Late nights in bed, curled up with him are always the sweetest. Soft whispered nothings as you both lay together, skin on skin, fully content in a post sex haze.

He shoots you a lazy grin as you cup his face, his hand gently rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. "What's on your mind, мое солнышко? Laying there looking so stunning..."

Soft, playful kisses are placed along your jaw, a cheeky smirk on his lips when you begin to protest, laughter in your voice.

"One more round wouldn't hurt... We can sleep in tomorrow morning, Золотце." You know damn well you're going to be exhausted in the morning as he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin.

RODOLFO "RUDY" PARRA

(Rudy, my darling, my beloved, my SWEET! This man is also criminally underrated even though he's PERFECT husband material. SHAME!)

He happily returns the favor as you rest your hand against his cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Long day, cariño? Mmm, I understand... I'll draw us a bath and we can relax." He takes your hand, pressing sweet kisses to your knuckles before he draws a bath for the both of you.

You both spend most of the evening in the tub, you resting against his back as he holds you close, featherlight kisses pressed to your skin as you both talk about your day.

The both of you take such good care of each other, and there's never less than 100% put into your relationship on both sides.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Masked softie number 3: Tender and longing edition.

His night terrors don't often wake you; he's usually fairly good at hiding them. The first time he does wake you is during a particularly violent one that has him thrashing and crying out in his sleep.

He wakes not long after you do, sweating and panting, his voice hoarse from how much he had been crying out. Once you're sure he's fully conscious, you gently rest your hand against his cheek and guide him through a grounding routine: 5 things he sees, 4 people he knows, 3 foods he likes, 2 things he hates, and one thing he loves.

As he talks, you become his sole focus as the night terror fades into the back of his mind, the grounding method working wonders.

And when it comes to the one thing he loves, he shuts his eyes and presses further into your touch, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. One hand gently clutches your wrist while the other rests against yours, holding your hand against his cheek. He doesn't need to say it. You know.

You always, always know. And with a kiss to his forehead and your thumb stroking against his cheek, you let him know. I love you too.

[I'M SORRY IF ANY OF THE TRANSLATIONS ARE INCORRECT, I TRIED MY BEST TO GET THE PROPER ONES!]

Mi vida - My life; honey

Mo chridhe - My heart

Meine Sonne und Sterne - My sun and stars

мое солнышко - My sunshine

Золотце - Honey; darling

Cariño - Honey; dear

TAGLIST:

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yumethefrostypanda · 9 months

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Alex Keller

#i meann.. *-*#alex keller #echo 3 1 #call of duty #modern warfare ii #cod mwii #mw2 #warzone #..cod knows how to sculp their men :3

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hurrraaid · 6 months

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EP50 of #soapghost falconry AU and holy shit I can't believe I've done 50 episodes 🤯

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #falconry au #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #farah karim #farahalexgaz #faralexgaz

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Pups | Alex Keller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: can i. add a new SF bf to ur ensemble.

jtf2 bf x alex keller, gettin all playfully bitey while price looks on in mild resignation with a bit of dad-vibes tinted horror pls

summary: you and Alex have a very particular way of saying hello when you've been apart for a while, it's a good thing most people are used to it.

tws: swearing, biting, playful violence

Alex always looked forward to the visits from Joint Task Force 2, as it always meant that he could see his boyfriend for a little longer than usual and didn't have to make up an excuse to do so either; the second he saw the patches, half of the earth with half of the Canadian maple leaf, a blade between the two, he knew it was good news. He knew it was even better news when he heard your call sign: Wolverine. The second he saw them coming in, he would wait front and centre, bouncing on his heels as excitement bubbled in his stomach, and today was no different.

He greeted the others warmly, welcoming them and pointing them in the right direction, but when he saw you, he grinned; he wasn't expecting it, you to grab him by the front of his shirt, slamming him on the ground as you straddled his waist, leaning over with your arms either side of his head as you kissed him so softly. Eagerly, Alex kissed back, his arms around you as he tried to keep you as close as humanly possible, nipping at your bottom lip when you pulled away, grinning down at him; you couldn't speak, daring to kiss him again and again until you were both breathless. He wrapped his legs around your waist, and laughed softly.

"Did you miss me?"

"Not really," you joked, shaking your head before you dared to kiss him again. "Did you miss me?"

"Never," Alex chuckled, pulling you down for another kiss. He couldn't help but to laugh when you stood up, one arm under his ass to keep him steady as he wrapped his arms around you that little bit tighter, burying his face against the side of your neck. "You gonna carry me to the base?"

"Yep," you nodded, easily walking with him wrapped around you.

In the distance, Alejandro looked at Gaz, who shrugged and explained that this kind of thing was actually more than normal; when the task force came to visit, you always ended up carrying Alex after some sort of violent greeting. It wasn't anything to bat an eye at, just something to eventually get used to. When you passed him, Ghost didn't even give you a second look, greeting you quickly before he carried on with what he was doing, Soap not far behind and asking why Ghost couldn't carry him the way you carried Alex; already, though, he was starting to nip and bite at your neck, making you laugh as his moustache tickled your skin.

"I'm gonna drop you," you warned.

"You like it," he chuckled, biting down a little harder.

You shook your head as you bit back a harsher laugh. "Stop. I'm gonna drop your stupid ass in a second."

Reluctantly, Alex stopped, huffing and settling just for kissing your neck until you eventually put him down; Price's office wasn't far, and although he knew that you would need to talk to the Captain, he couldn't stop himself, He pushed his leg up between yours, grabbing the back of your shirt and your head and using his weight to spin you both to the ground, grabbing your leg before he pushed you onto your stomach and laid himself on top of you, his breath soft against the back of your neck; you laughed, shaking your head as you pushed yourself up, and in a quick move, flipped onto your back before letting him rest his weight on you.

Alex unbuttoned your shirt a little, just enough to expose your skin as he smiled. "Can I start?"

"I guess so," you shrugged. "C'mon."

He didn't need to be ordered twice, eagerly nipping at your skin until you wrapped your legs around him and got him beneath you, biting at his neck until he decided to push you over so that he could keep biting you; neither of you could see, too busy fighting like teething puppies, but Price was looking out of his office window and down at you both. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Bist du gut?" König asked.

Price nodded. "The wolves are back."

König tilted his head to the side, and stole a quick look around the office, eyes wide with fear. "There's wolves?"

Laughing softly, Price gestured for König to stand beside him, and when he did, Price pointed to you and Alex. "That's (y/n), he's from joint task force two."

König nodded. "Okay… und?"

"And that's Alex," Price explained, "he's (y/n)'s boyfriend, but every time they're together… it's like teething puppies."

"I don't get it," König admitted.

"They bite," Price clarified. "They bite, they scratch, they're rough and tumble… good soldiers, but… together? Puppies."

König nodded slowly. "Should I eingreifen?"

"Nein, mein Freund," Price chuckled. "Leave them to it."

König slowly nodded again, returning to his seat, not wanting to watch for too long.

You and Alex didn't even know, still biting one another as you rolled around on the pathing, laughing and grinning as you covered one another in very obvious teeth imprints; but then you pulled back, and you smiled as you gently traced the deepest mark on Alex's neck.

"I love you."

"I know," Alex chuckled. "I love you, too."

You nipped at his bottom lip. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," he whimpered when you pulled completely away from him, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt and dusting him off. "How long are you staying?"

"A few days," you shrugged. "We've got some intel to gather, mostly, just your usual shit but… it's gonna take a while to make sure we've got the right shit together."

Alex nodded, nipping at the edge of your ear. "So I've got you all to myself for a while?"

"Yeah," you returned the favour, even daring to gently tug at his ear, making him laugh. "It's you and me, baby… I'm all yours."

"I like the sound of that," he murmured. "All mine."

You scoffed as you dared to laugh, slinging your arm around his waist. "You're such an idiot… I fucking love you."

Up in his office, Price was still watching, a look of mild horror on his face as he realised just how much you and Alex had bitten into one another; he quickly pulled out his phone, and texted Gaz to bring the first aid kit over, but to make sure that there were extra antiseptic wipes and a few extra plasters, as he didn't trust you and Alex to keep your hands - or teeth, for that matter - away from one another.

"Fucking pups," he grumbled, shaking his head. "König?"

"Ja, Kapitän?"

"Do me a favour," Price started, "escort (y/n) and Alex here."

"Wieso den?"

"I don't trust them not to bite each other," he explained, "they've covered themselves in bite marks already."

König nodded. "Okay, Kapitän. I'll get them."

"Thank you."

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guardkeywolf · 1 year

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YALL WE FINALLY GOT ALEX'S LAST name:

KELLER

(I THINK THATS HOW ITS SPELLED)

Laswell said it during the Raid Missions

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alexthetrashyracoon · 13 days

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“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”

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dante-mightdie · 3 months

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part 4. of toxic simon

a/n: got a few ideas from my requests on what to add for this part so thank you very much, ash loves you <3

cw: kidnapping, weapons, murder, angst, comfort, themes of smut

It had been a few weeks since simon had walked in on you and alex. since that night, there had been a dramatic shift in the price home. the once broody lieutenant was now just the pure embodiment of rage and misery.

he barely left the guest room for the whole of his leave. and when he did, he was causing problems. never in front of your father, however. he's not stupid. but he constantly felt the need to size up alex in front of you. looming over him with that fucking mask on, flexing his muscles.

alex never indulges in simon's desperate attempts to pull a viscous reaction from him. to make you see that your new man isn't that much nicer than him, darl'. so you might as well come back to what you know.

no, instead alex leads you out of the room. not without a soft mumble of 'let's go sugar. you don't need to be hearing this.' simon wonders if you've told alex about him. about how he smashed your heart into a million little pieces.

he's gotten low a couple of nights. resorting to snapping mirror picks in his tight black briefs after his shower. you there were no identifiers that it was ghost. no, only you knew it was simon.

he's a bastard. he knows he wont get a response from you. he will, however, get to listen to the hushed bickering coming from you and alex that night when he sees the photo.

alex got called away on duty after a big fight between the two of you. It was clear that you hadn't made up by the time he left, either. simon can tell by the way you moped around. barely speaking to anyone in the home. simon tried to speak to you, hoping to score back some points whilst things were rocky between you and your man. you just brushed him off, sulking back off to your room.

later that night when simon was laying in bed, his phone buzzed with a text from you.

'simon' was all it read

simon rolled his eyes, feeling like a kicked puppy after you ignored him, he decided to ignore your message. puts his phone down and rolls over to go to sleep, ignoring the constant buzzing of his phone from behind him.

simon was sure he got a few good hours of sleep before being violently woken up to a strong hand shaking his shoulder.

"simon. simon, get up." he recognises your father's panicked voice calling out to him. he's groggy for a few moments before your father says two words that hit him like a bucket of ice water,

"she's gone."

simon feels and ice cold chill run down his spine at your father's words.

"my daughter she's fucking gone. someone took my fucking daughter."

simon had to stop price from tearing the whole house up, grabbing his shoulders and promising him that they will find you.

simon and price are on base the very next morning. along with alex, gaz, and soap. everyone is deadly silent, standing tall and ready as their captain briefs them on how they're going to get you back. Alex has a tick in his jaw and simon is sure he's going to snap if anything goes wrong

10 minutes before they ship out and simon is having a cigarette, trying to ease his nerves. he hadn't even checked his phone yet and it only just clicked in his brain that you text him last night. those messages were still unopened on his phone. with a weight on his chest, simon unlocks his phone and feels his heart sink when he sees those texts,

'simon? is that you?'

'simon seriously I can hear noises downstairs'

'are you outside my door?'

'simon, please. i'm scared.'

you were calling him for help.

simon has been fighting down bile for the past 45 minutes. the helicopter ride certainly not helping ease the horrendous amount amount of guilt he's feeling. neither is watching alex bounce his leg nervously, or price chain smoke cigar after cigar.

it's a long trek from the drop-point to the abandoned warehouse where they suspect you're being kept. simon trudging through the mud behind everyone else, praying that no one says a word to him.

"if my intel is good, she's in that building there." alex says, pointing down to the building.

"this is a weapons free op, boys. shoot to kill. do what you need to do to get my girl back home safe." price commands out in his gruff voice, but you can hear a slight edge to his tone. a streak of nervousness that simon has never seen in his captain.

It's a clean sweep once they breach the entrance, bodies dropping in quick succession. room after room being swept and an anxious feeling hanging on everyone's shoulders each time they don't find you.

simon makes his way to the basement floor, taking out the hitmen guarding the heavy metal doors at the end of the dark hallway. he pushes the door open slowly, gun raised and ready to take out an immediate threats.

there were no threats in the room, simon quickly realised, just you. poor, terrified you huddled up in the corner with chains attached to your wrists and ankles. shaking violently like a feral cat. the fear in your eyes causes simon to immediately lower his gun and raise his hands in a 'I-mean-no-harm' way.

he takes a couple hesitant steps towards you, careful not to frighten you even more.

"hey..." he whispers, "it's just-"

"she's here!"

simon was cut off by the sound of alex alerting everyone to your safety. he immediately rushes past simon, knealing in front of you. the second you recognise him, you're reaching for him as sobs start to make their way from your throat.

"It's alright, baby. I'm here, I got you. You're safe now." alex coos to you as he scoops you into his arms, leaving simon to stand behind him like a ghost.

the sight of you reaching for alex instead of him makes simon feel as through someone is prying his rib cage open with a crowbar. he felt truly left in the dust. but he can't blame you, no. this was his fault.

he lost.

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