!You’re in the middle of pleasuring yourself when (character) walks in… how will they react?
!𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩
You’re in the room of the apartment you share with your best friend Simon—trying out a new dildo you bought, completely lost in it, soft sounds slipping out without you even realizing how loud you’ve gotten. You don’t hear him come in. Don’t hear his boots, his gear—nothing. Not until the door flies open. And there he is. Ghost stops dead in the doorway, taking in the whole scene in one slow, silent sweep. You freeze instantly, heart dropping into your stomach, but he doesn’t move—doesn’t look away. Just stands there, big, still, watching, like he’s assessing a situation instead of walking in on you with a toy buried deep in you. The mask hides everything but his eyes, and they’re locked on you, sharp, unreadable, dragging over you like he’s memorizing it. “Didn’t know you were into that,” he says finally, voice low and flat, like it’s just an observation. You scramble, completely mortified, but he steps in instead of leaving, boots heavy against the floor, presence swallowing the room. “Relax,” he mutters, not a hint of embarrassment in him. “Seen worse.” There’s a pause—thick, heavy—before his head tilts slightly, gaze still pinned to you. “…You gonna stop now that I’m here?”
!𝙎𝙤𝙖𝙥
He texted earlier that he was coming over with takeout after he finished up, but your phone’s on silent—and now, with a dildo buried deep in you, you’re too far gone to give a shit about anything else. You don’t hear him let himself in. Don’t hear his boots, his voice, nothing—until he’s already there, already seeing everything. Soap just stops dead in the doorway, eyes going wide for half a second before his brain catches up, and now he doesn’t know whether to laugh, turn around, or take the piss out of you. “Jesus—” he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, but he doesn’t look away—not properly. If anything, he looks a bit more, like he’s trying not to and failing. You finally notice him and freeze, mortified, but he’s just standing there, caught between being your best mate and… whatever the fuck this is now. “Should I—uh—leave?” he asks, voice rougher than usual, a crooked grin tugging at his mouth like he’s trying to play it off, even though there’s something a little more charged sitting underneath it.
!𝙂𝙖𝙯
You’re in the middle of fingering yourself, when Gaz lets himself in—calling out your name like normal, expecting an answer he doesn’t get. He rounds the corner and just stops. For a second, he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak—just takes it in before his brain catches up and he immediately looks away, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Right—shit—sorry,” he mutters quickly, turning halfway like he’ll give you privacy, but not before he’s already seen more than enough. You freeze, heat rushing to your face, completely caught, but he keeps it together better than most—just exhales under his breath, trying to act normal even though his voice is a little tighter than usual. “Didn’t mean to walk in on you like that,” he adds, glancing back for half a second despite himself, something flickering in his expression before he looks away again. There’s a pause, the air thick with it, then quieter—more careful—“…want me to step out?”
!𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧
There you are, laid out, vibrator pressed to your clit—because Alex wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days. You had time. You were safe. Or so you thought. The door opens and you don’t notice at first, too wrapped up in it—until you hear him. “Hey, I—” He stops mid-sentence. You freeze. Slowly look up. And there he is—standing in the doorway with flowers in one hand and that big, soft, goofy smile on his face… which immediately falters when he realizes what he’s walked in on. There’s a beat where neither of you move. Then his expression shifts—not judgment, not teasing—just a little surprised, a little flustered, and weirdly gentle. He looks away for a second, rubbing the back of his neck like he doesn’t want to make it worse for you. “Hey… it’s okay,” he says quietly, voice softer now. “Didn’t mean to—uh—interrupt.” He takes a small step back, giving you space, but he doesn’t leave—just lingers there, holding the flowers like he showed up for something sweet and walked into something way more personal. His eyes flick back to you briefly, warm, reassuring. “I can give you a minute, yeah?”
!𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚
You’re in your loft, thinking about Price—hand splayed between your legs, rubbing your clit with his voice in your head, the way he looks at you, the way he’d sound if he caught you like this. Your head tips back, breath catching, right on the edge—when the door creaks. You jolt, but not fast enough. He’s already there. And he sees everything. For a second, he just stands there, completely still, like his brain’s trying to catch up with what he’s walked in on. Then—Christ—you’ve never seen your captain flustered before. His face goes red, hand coming up to rub over his beard, eyes dragging away but not quite fast enough. “Fuck—” he mutters under his breath, clearing his throat. “I’m—ah—I’m sorry, love. Didn’t mean to…” He gestures vaguely, already turning like he’ll give you space, but there’s a tension there now, thick in the air, like he’s not as unaffected as he’s trying to be. “I can come back,” he adds, voice rougher than usual—then hesitates just long enough to betray him.
!𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨
There you are, hands on yourself, back pressed against the couch, head tipped back as you imagine Graves’ mouth on your pussy—so lost in it you don’t hear him come in. The door slams, boots stumbling slightly as he walks in like he owns the place—then he just stops. “Well I’ll be damned…” he mutters under his breath, taking in the whole scene in one slow sweep. You freeze, heart dropping, but he doesn’t look away—doesn’t even try. If anything, a crooked grin starts pulling at his mouth, eyes dragging over you like he’s just been handed the best surprise of his day. “That what you think about when I’m gone, sweetheart?” he drawls, voice low, amused, stepping further into the room like this isn’t awkward in the slightest. You scramble, mortified, but he just huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Relax,” he adds, tone softer but still laced with that teasing edge. “Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t imagined too.”
Alex Keller is like a younger version of price I can’t unsee it
I can see him being captain when he gets older just like Price for sure. Alex so strong willed and willing to do what it takes to protect those closest to him, quick to action. He makes me want to bite my knuckles (complimentary)
Like Price, he definitely is a natural nurturer at heart, loves inviting his friends and siblings over to hang out. He has that sweet smile and voice that pull you in. Price and him are similar like that, charmers with ease. I feel like he’s more silly (cause he’s younger) tho, loves to laugh and pull jokes when he’s off work. A little more cocky than Price, throws up the middle finger often and the type to curse someone out when he’s angry meanwhile Price has to always keep his calm. Control the situation and put his anger into his missions. I think Alex be a little flighty till he meets the right person though.
Please could I have “Oh God, I never thought we'd take it that far” with Keller 😊
“Oh God, I never thought we'd take it that far.” You whisper against Keller’s lips, your fingers threading in his hair, tugging just a little. He moans at the sensation, his breath hitching as his arm loops around your waist, grasping you even tighter.
You’re talking about the fact he’d killed a guy tonight, shot him in the chest because he’s gotten a little too handsy with you. He still has the blood on his face, the spatter of crimson staining his cheek as your thumb chases over the droplets.
“No one gets to touch you like that.” He tells you resolutely. “No one puts their hands on my girl.”
His girl, fuck it wrecks you when he calls you that. He knows it too, you can tell from the sinful way he smiles before his palm comes to rest the nape of your neck. You’re wearing the diamond choker he stole tonight, each stone contrasts against your skin as his fingers slip underneath the silver settings. He grips it in his fist, pulling it taut against your throat as he thrusts up into you. You make that noise, that sweet, filthy little sound that he loves and he knows he has you right where he wants you.
This is the real high, the reason he does all the crazy shit he does. There’s no other feeling in the world that even comes close to this, to being with you in the aftermath of a heist, ruining you, being ruined by you.
“That’s it baby, we’re getting there now aren’t we?” He murmurs against your skin as he fucks you.
His cock brushes over that sensitive little spot deep inside. The ecstasy chases through your synapses like a wildfire, building and building until it reaches a crescendo. He holds you there on the peak, the edges of your vision tinging with darkness as you tighten around his cock, gripping him so fucking perfectly that he’s right there with you.
“Mine.” He whispers as he takes you over the edge with him. “My fucking girl.”
Can I request a sexy Keller fic? Maybe where reader is his secret wife, all his friends think he’s shy, but not with her. Also can she be a badass!
I love your work! Keller is under appreciated thank you
Hope this is okay for you Anon! You're right Keller is underappreciated!
Mrs Keller
Director Keller x Reader
Word Count: 7603
Keller never thought much about the way people spoke about him. He was an observant man, he needed to be in his role as Director, but at no point did he think people spoke about him behind his back in any other regard than a boring, mundane, professional one.
It was his assistant who had alerted him to the fact that he was wrong, and she did so in the most surprising way.
‘Gemma?’ He called from inside his office.
She came scurrying in, pushing her glasses up her nose. ‘Sir?’
‘Can we cancel the meeting with Miss Clare? I don’t want to see her in this building again.’ Keller sighed, annoyed.
‘Of course.’ Gemma nodded, frowning but half smiling in confusion. ‘Any reason you don’t want to see her again, sir?’
Keller liked Gemma a lot, she was a great assistant, she didn’t take crap from anyone and always made sure he got to where he needed to be on time. She had become a great friend of his, especially during the Skrull incident.
‘She’s a pain in my ass.’ Keller breathed harshly through his nose. ‘Wildly inappropriate and not the kind of person I want wandering around this agency.’
Gemma stood up straight and frowned. ‘Oh, I thought you and her were… getting along?’
‘What do you mean?’ It was Keller’s turn to frown.
Gemma just smiled. ‘Sir, it’s evident she likes you and we just presumed with all the time you were spending together…’ she rolled her hand to indicate something more, but Keller just didn’t understand.
‘We were talking about a potential client.’ He explained.
‘Sir, you know, it’s okay to admit you’ve been out of the game a while.’ She gently closed the door behind her, making sure no one could hear the conversation. ‘But you really should give Miss Clare a chance. She is lovely when you get to know her, single, very well regarded and would be in complete understanding of the demands of your job.’
Keller almost laughed. ‘Gemma, I do not need dating advice.’
‘I’m not offering advice, I’m just saying, it’s okay to relieve a little stress every now and again.’
Keller came around his desk, mostly to stop Gemma speaking.
‘I promise, I’m fine.’ Keller smiled.
Gemma let a breath go. ‘Okay, well, if you change your mind, let me know. We all worry that you’re a bit lonely these days.’
Keller nodded. He knew Gemma meant well and he always appreciated it, but he really didn’t need to be set up on a date with anyone.
‘I’m not.’ Keller shook his head, feeling a lot less stressed than he did before his assistant's concern. ‘Out of interest, who’s ‘we’?’
Gemma suddenly looked a little sheepish, making Keller chuckle as he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair. ‘It just slipped out.’ She sighed.
‘It’s been a long day,’ Keller nodded. ‘But you do need to work on your poker face.’
Gemma just rolled her eyes about to leave his office. ‘By the way, you’ve got three profiles to go over and seven operational reports to read before tomorrow. You got time tonight?’ She teased, making him laugh.
‘I’m sure I’ll find time.’ He nodded, opening the door for her and turning the lights off before leaving for the day. Fury was waiting outside, holding a file, he liked the young man a lot, he had a lot of potential. ‘Fury, what can I do for you this evening?’
‘Actually sir, I was just dropping my team reports off to Gemma.’ He gave a polite smile to Keller’s assistant, who took his thick file and began to sort it into tomorrow’s work.
‘Actually, just put it in the case.’ He said, taking his long coat from the coat rack next to Gemma’s desk. ‘I’ll get it read before tomorrow. Start a new day with a clean slate.’
‘Are you sure? You’ve got quite a lot to get through as it is.’ Gemma said, hesitating before putting it in the briefcase Keller would take home with him.
Keller just smiled and whipped his dark scarf over his head. Gemma shook her head sighing, before putting the files away and standing the brief case up.
‘Goodnight everyone. As always, good work today, let’s continue to raise the bar tomorrow.’
‘Yes sir.’ Fury said, stepping to one side.
Gemma watched her boss leave the office, sitting back with her arms folded and sighing.
They waited until Keller was well out of ear shot before speaking about anything.
‘He doesn’t want to see Miss Clare anymore.’ Gemma said, immediately.
‘What? Why not?’ Fury whined. ‘She was great for him.’
‘He said she was a pain in the ass and inappropriate.’ Gemma shrugged. ‘I guess he doesn’t want to date anyone.’
‘Damn.’ Fury shook his head. ‘Well, he needs to do something, he’s been different.’
‘I think he’s lonely.’ Gemma agreed. ‘Maybe he just needs to get laid.’
Fury snorted, chuckling as he began wandering away. There was no way he was talking about his boss’s sex life, getting him a date was one thing, laid was another thing entirely.
Gemma looked down the corridor where Keller had disappeared and wondered why her boss was so reluctant to meet anyone. It was clear he lived a rather solitary life, some company wouldn’t do any harm and maybe he would unwind when at work.
Fury was right though, in the recent weeks, Keller just wasn’t himself.
Keller took a breath as he got into his car, he didn’t realise the extent to which his assistant was concerned for him.
He could tell from the way Fury spoke, he was the other one who talked about his personal life. Keller couldn’t deny he was slightly annoyed that he was talked about in such a way, but at the same time, he couldn’t let it bother him.
Keller pulled out of the parking lot and began driving in the opposite direction to his home. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he was always being watched, but he was keeping a promise.
Keller pulled up outside the airport and pulled out the first file in his briefcase. Almost twenty minutes had gone by before he spotted the person he was waiting for.
As per his promise, Keller put the file away and stepped out of the car, striding towards you.
You walked towards him, dragging two cases and carrying a duffel bag over your shoulder. He wished you’d picked up a trolley, but it just wasn’t your style.
‘Hello darling.’ Keller smiled, placing a soft kiss to your lips and taking a case. ‘Good flight?’
‘It was okay.’ You shrugged, smiling widely. ‘I mostly slept.’
Keller opened the back of the car and carefully put your luggage away.
‘I hope you haven’t been working too hard.’ You raised an eyebrow seeing his briefcase in the back seat of his big black car. Keller gave a small smile like he’d been found out. ‘Richard, I knew you couldn’t be trusted.’
‘You were away for too long.’ Keller chuckled, taking your duffel bag to place next to your cases and opened the front door to get in.
‘So, now it’s my fault you’re a workaholic?’ You teased.
‘I wouldn’t never blame you for that.’ Keller shook his head, knowing would never say a bad word against his wife.
He drove you both home, listening to your stories about your adventures in Europe. Keller was a little sad he couldn’t come with you, but he had other duties and no one actually knew he was married.
You made it home and Keller told you to go inside, make some tea and wait for him to bring your things in. Keller was like that, he didn’t like it when you got overtired, you always got a little moody and it wouldn’t make anyone happy.
When he finished taking your cases up to the bedroom, Keller came back down, removing his jacket and tie so that he was left in just his shirt and trousers. He saw you sitting on the sofa opposite the fire you had already started. You were reading through a book with some fascination.
‘What you got there?’ Keller said, grabbing the brief case and settling down next to you, one arm on the back of the sofa behind you.
You smiled, pushing your glasses up your nose a little. ‘It’s a Greek tragedy.’
‘In original Greek?’ Keller nodded, impressed. ‘You learn that while you were away?’
‘I did.’ You smiled, gently biting your lip. You knew how much he loved when you mastered new skills like that.
Keller smiled warmly. ‘I missed you.’ He said, his voice much lower than it had been, grabbing your full attention.
You turned to look at him fully. ‘I missed you too.’ You tilted your head, observing his beautiful blue eyes. ‘I really hope you haven’t been overworking yourself.’ On a much more serious note.
Keller bowed his head. ‘You know how I am when you take your trips. I do okay for the first week and then I just get a little restless.’
‘Well, I’m back now.’ You shuffled closer and ran your fingers gently through his hair above his ear. Keller inhaled a little deeper, he really did miss you.
Keller gently grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, he smiled cheekily.
‘I have the best story for you.’ He said, excitedly.
You just laughed knowing it would be good from his smile.
‘So,’ he quickly pushed his glasses up. ‘I call Gemma in just as I’m about to leave and tell her not to let Miss Clare back into my office-‘
‘Who’s Miss Clare?’ You frowned, worried she’d been mentioned before and you’d forgotten.
‘Uh, she was a potential client, but it doesn’t really matter.’
‘Okay.’ You nodded, getting reinvested in the story.
‘So, I don’t want her back in my office, I don’t even want her in the building again, and Gemma asks why. I said, she was just a pain in the ass, a little inappropriate and I actually have a feeling she was cooking books in her previous employment.’ Keller swallowed watching your face reacting to his story. ‘Anyway, Gemma then starts to say she’s concerned that I’m lonely and give me dating advice.’ That made you laugh. ‘I told her I was fine, obviously I didn’t tell her the real reason to back off, but I did think you’d find that funny.’
‘It is.’ You said, calming down. ‘What are you going to do if she tries to set you up with someone else?’
‘I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead.’ Keller shook his head. ‘I mean, I could tell her the truth?’
You tilted your head, as if to say you’d already had this conversation.
‘You’re right,’ Keller nodded. ‘It’s too dangerous.’
‘Speaking of dangerous, I still could’ve gotten a taxi home. You didn’t need to pick me up.’ You repeated the same thing from a previous argument you’d had.
‘I know.’ Keller bowed his head, still dragging his fingers over your knuckles. ‘I just…’
‘What is it?’ You frowned, getting your husband to look at you.
Keller sighed, wondering wether he should’ve said anything else. ‘I don’t feel like I get to do a lot of that stuff.’
‘What stuff?’
‘Just… small stuff, like… picking you up from airports, taking you for coffee or dinner, I don’t get to come home early and surprise you with a clean house.’ Keller inhaled deeply and let his head rest back on the sofa. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ungrateful for what we have.’
‘No, you’re not.’ You assured him. ‘And none of that stuff is small, it’s all relevant and I’m sorry you can’t do any of it.’ You stroked through his hair, relaxing him. ‘Maybe when you retire?’
‘Can I retire tomorrow?’
You breathed a laugh. You knew he wouldn’t retire for a long time, you knew his job was too important to him, you knew life would always be a little different, you fell in love anyway.
Eventually you were both able to settle into work. You read your new books, Keller read his reports. Occasionally, your husband would ask you if you were okay, if you needed anything, sometimes he would apologise for all the work he had to do, you would laugh and shake your head and wait for him to finish.
It was well into the morning hours when a noise caught both of your attention.
‘The bins?’ You frowned.
‘Sounded like something falling.’ Keller was on his feet immediately to check it out, you following close behind.
Keller went out to the front of the house and saw a bin had fallen over. He looked at it suspiciously before lifting it back into position.
‘Something wrong?’ You asked.
‘I don’t think so.’ Keller shook his head, more reassuring himself. ‘Must’ve been a cat or something.’
You breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Probably Mrs Denton’s from down the road, it gets everywhere it shouldn’t. Maybe we should get a dog.’
You made Keller laugh as he locked up once again. At least you were able to help him relax a little.
‘You wanna go to bed?’ He asked just as you picked up your book, ready to settle down again.
‘You’re finished working?’ You frowned, looking down at the files that you were certain he should not have left lying around for you to read.
‘Basically.’ He shrugged. ‘I only have one more report to sign off on. I can do it in the morning.’
You smiled warmly. ‘Okay.’
Truthfully, you had lied about sleeping on the plane, you maybe got a couple of hours, but you found it difficult to get anymore. Keller knew that, he always knew that, but he never said anything.
You went upstairs first while your husband went around the house, turning off lights, checking locks and making sure your home was secure. It was one of his ticks, a compulsion he had to always keep you safe no matter what.
While you waited for him to finish, you went through your nightly routine, taking off any makeup you still had on, slipping into your soft pyjamas and thinking about the following day.
Soon, Keller came up the stairs to find you in the en-suite, cleaning your face, hair pulled up into a loose bun, out of the way.
‘I’ll have to do a couple of washes tomorrow,’ you said, thinking about the two cases you had to unpack. ‘Is there anything you need for the week?’
‘No.’ He said, his voice a little hoarse, when you properly looked at him through the mirror, you could see his expression had softened completely, his beautiful blue eyes grazing over your body.
‘Something I can help you with?’ You chuckled, knowing exactly what was going through his mind.
‘One or two things wouldn’t go amiss.’ He flirted, stepping towards you and gently sliding his hands around your waist. ‘I’ve missed you.’ He whispered below your ear, making a small chill run down your side.
‘I can tell.’ You closed your eyes, leaning back into his warm body.
‘You tired?’ He asked, more unsure of how far he could go than anything.
You just laughed, turning around to face him, sliding your arms around his shoulders. ‘I confess I’m a little worn out from all the Italian boys that kept me company for the last couple months.’
Keller laughed, kissing you. ‘I forgot, you were left unsupervised,’ he kissed you again. ‘I may have to remind you who the boss is.’
You sucked in a harsh breath, this was your favourite game, the one where your husband would pretend to get jealous of something that never happened and show you his feral side.
‘Yes please.’ You breathed against his mouth.
Keller sank into a passionate kiss against the bathroom counter, his hands running over your body, reminding his body of how much he loved you.
He lifted you around his waist, wrapping your legs around him. Keller carried you back into the bedroom and lay you down on the soft, freshly made bed.
‘You made the bed?’ You frowned, noticing the smell of the white sheets.
‘I did.’ Keller nodded, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the side table. ‘I even mowed the lawn,’ he kissed your jaw. ‘I tidied the shed,’ he kissed your neck. ‘And I made sure your art supplies are well stocked.’ Keller lifted his head after making you dizzy, his darkened eyes scanning your features. ‘I love you.’
You smiled up at your husband. He really had been out of sorts while you were away, restless and unsure of what he should have been doing.
‘I love you, Richard.’ You whispered back.
Keller smiled, running the back of his fingers over your cheek, moving stray hair out of your face.
He kissed you softly, but soon that softness turned into passion and desperation. He needed you naked, open to him, displayed against the white sheets for him. You needed to feel his hot skin against yours, you missed his body, you missed the way he held you and made love to you.
Keller looked down at you, slowly sliding himself inside you, and it was a moment of pure bliss for both of you. He held himself there for a moment, just allowing his body to remember yours for a moment.
‘Don’t go away again.’ He whispered against your lips. You smiled, almost laughing. ‘I don’t think I can handle you leaving again.’
‘I won’t go.’ You promised. ‘I’ll stay here with you for as long as you need me.’
Keller kissed you passionately. ‘I always need you.’
You loved him. Everything about him, his passion, his attention to detail, everything about him, you loved. He calmed you when your mind was a mess, he cared for your needs like it was the only thing that made him happy, he received your love with gratitude like no other man ever had. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him.
He made you come, crying out his name, he allowed himself to be lost in you for a moment or two, and it was always beautiful to watch him lose control.
When you first met Keller you were unsure he was the one for you, he was always so calm and in control, never allowing his emotions to fluctuate too much. You wondered if there was anything more to him than that. Eventually, he asked you for a chance to get to know the real him, it intrigued you enough to give him that chance and you never looked back.
Your husband gently pulled the sheets up and encircled you in his embrace.
‘Goodnight, darling.’ He whispered, kissing your neck one last time as you fell asleep.
When the morning came, you were surprised to find Keller was already up and getting dressed. You gently whined seeing him do his tie.
‘What is it?’ He smiled, knowing exactly why you were upset.
‘You’re dressed.’ You mumbled.
‘Generally, my office appreciates its employees to be clothed.’ He chuckled, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed, stroking through your hair. ‘You hungry?’
‘Always.’ You inhaled deeply, just trying to wake up.
‘Well, if you’re downstairs in the next five minutes, you’ll get some pancakes.’ He kissed your temple and stood up to finish getting ready for work.
Your husband left you alone to get yourself up, and eventually you were able to drag your sore body into your black silk dressing gown and down to your kitchen where Keller was reading through a report on the counter.
A plate was already sitting for you on the island and you could only smile, settling into one of the stools. Keller poured some coffee, bringing it around to place next to your plate.
‘Thank you, Richard.’ You smiled, moving your legs to face him. ‘You know you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.’
‘It was no trouble, at all.’ He shook his head, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. He gently put the pot of coffee down, sliding his hand into your hair. His lips were so soft and inviting. ‘I love you.’
You chuckled. ‘You’ve already said that.’
‘And I’ll say it every second you need to hear it.’ He countered, kissing you again.
You felt one hand drift to your calf, pulling it around his waist once again. It, again, made you chuckle into him.
‘You know I love the way you look first thing in the morning?’ He said, moving down your neck once again.
‘You mean a mess?’ You let your hands slide into his hair, gently grasping it as he continued his sensual attack on your neck.
‘A hot mess of my doing.’ He growled, dragging his teeth over your earlobe. This man just had a way of igniting you. You laughed while he continued to pepper kisses down your throat, before finally needing him to stop. ‘Okay, I’ll let you go.’ He said smiling into another kiss. ‘But just this once.’
You giggled watching him go about finishing his coffee and reading his report.
‘I gotta go.’ Keller came up behind you, once again kissing your neck and breathing you in. ‘What if I call in sick?’ He inhaled.
‘Then you’ll be fielding calls all day instead of indulging in what you really want.’ You shot back, sliding your hands over his arms around your waist.
‘Wanna bet?’
‘Go to work, darling.’ You twisted your head to kiss his temple, knowing he wouldn’t call in sick or be late. ‘Call me if you get lonely.’
‘Hmm.’ He hummed into one last kiss. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’ You chuckled. ‘Now go, or you’ll be late.’
Keller reluctantly pulled away, grabbing the report and leaving you alone to get on with your day.
Keller arrived at work, handing the briefcase to Gemma who just sighed, shaking her head.
‘You work too hard, sir.’ She called as he entered his office to begin his day.
Gemma got him to a couple of meetings in good time, and finished the morning with an operational briefing.
‘Sir?’ A lower level agent entered the room, unsure of himself. ‘Sorry to interrupt.’
‘We’re in the middle of a briefing,’ Keller sighed, annoyed. ‘What is it?’
‘Sorry, it’s just that there’s someone here to see you.’
‘Tell them to make an appointment with Gemma, I don’t have time right now.’ Keller dismissed him, indicating for Fury to continue, but he didn’t, instead, Fury just watched the agent behind Keller. ‘What now?’
Keller only noticed then that the agent was almost shaking. ‘I’m sorry sir, but she said you’d say that and if you did, I was to say…’
‘What?’ Keller frowned.
‘I was to say that she wouldn’t expect your wife to need an appointment.’
Keller’s heart dropped, he caught a brief exchange of looks between Gemma and Fury, but ignored it as he flew out of the briefing room.
You stood in the corridor, arms folded over your leather jacket and not in the least bit pleased.
‘Richard.’ You frowned, clearly riled up by something.
‘Are you okay? What are you doing here?’ Keller asked, he suddenly saw blood on your arms and a little on your neck and face. ‘Are you bleeding?’
‘It’s not my blood.’ You stated plainly, you moved your jacket to reveal more bloodstains on your grey vest and Keller’s head was filling with rage. ‘Three men broke in and tried to kill me, I’ve dealt with it, but I wasn’t sure where else to go, so I came here.’
Keller observed your face and body, you had clearly put up a decent fight, your knuckles and arms looked cut up like you’d been using them to defend yourself and quite suddenly, Keller felt a rage beginning to boil beneath the skin.
‘You need to keep your head, Richard.’ You almost commanded him, knowing how he could be. ‘I’ve got the security footage, I expected you’d like to go through it as soon as possible.’
Keller couldn’t focus. Gemma had manoeuvred herself into view, probably curious about what she’d heard.
‘You must be Gemma.’ You said, still slightly riled up, but more capable than your husband to focus. ‘Would you mind going over the footage? I think Richard and I might need a moment.’
‘Yes, of course.’ Gemma’s tone was what brought Keller back to the present.
‘I don’t need a moment.’ He said, strangely calmly, taking the tape from you. ‘Are you injured at all?’
There was almost a look of disappointment in your eye. You knew that despite his outer shell, your husband was on the brink of losing control.
‘Richard, I’m fine.’ You said, steadily. ‘I’m a little sore, but I just want you to deal with this as quickly as possible.’
‘Okay.’ He whispered. He hadn’t stopped looking at you since stepping outside the briefing, you were his primary focus now, the rest of the world could burn for all he cared, as long as you were safe.
Keller opened the door to the briefing room, indicating for you and Gemma to step inside.
‘Okay, new target.’ Keller announced as he entered the room, he put the tape into the player and began working. ‘Someone has broken into my home and attempted to harm my wife-‘
‘Attempted being the operative word.’ You said, catching his attention.
Keller turned to look at you. His gaze piercing yours.
‘Richard, the bodies are still there tied up in the kitchen. Perhaps a team could pick them up?’ You suggested.
He nodded. ‘Fury.’
Fury immediately organised a team to do as they were ordered. Keller still watched you, still concerned that you were hurt, but unsure of how to handle both your well-being and the safety of his home.
The security footage took his attention away, and Keller found it much easier to focus.
He watched you cleaning up after breakfast, smiling, going about your day as you should have done. Three bulky men entered the house and Keller almost smiled at how little back up they had, it was no wonder you weren’t hurt, three was hardly a challenge for you.
The three men creeped around the house, you had already moved into your art studio, smiling at the restocked supplies that Keller had sourced for you. It swelled his heart.
Eventually the footage showed you having dressed and made your way back downstairs. You paused for a moment, wrapping your fingers around a nearby mug that you’d forgotten from breakfast.
‘Woah.’ Gemma breathed behind him as the footage showed you easily dispensing with the three men, kicking the last in the face to knock him out. ‘So, you’re a badass then?’
Keller listened to you breathing a laugh. ‘No, not really. I just know basic self-defence that Richard taught me a while back. Nothing more.’
Keller stopped the video and ordered a nearby agent to run facial recognition to find out who they were, before turning to you and sighing.
‘Are you okay?’ He asked, quietly stepping towards you.
‘I’m fine.’ You tried to assure him.
Keller nodded, he felt restrained in a way, he wanted to be himself for your sake, but he was surrounded by the people he worked with and didn’t know where to draw the line.
‘Sir, I can take her to get cleaned up? Maybe see a doctor?’ Gemma said, tentatively.
Keller just watched you, trying to make a decision.
‘You know,’ you decided to help him out. ‘It really is good that you’ve surrounded yourself with friends, Richard. I feel I’m in very safe hands here.’
‘You are.’ Keller nodded, gently taking your hand, looking down at the scrapes made from defending yourself.
‘Richard.’ You whispered, taking his attention back to your face.
Keller sighed and gently pulled you in close to his body, stroking his hand through your hair and making sure he could feel you in tact. Somehow it helped his focus. He placed a soft kiss to the side of your head and pulled back.
‘Go with Gemma.’ He told you, despite knowing you’d already made your mind up over what you were going to do next. ‘I’ll be along soon.’
‘I know.’ You nodded and eventually followed Gemma out of the briefing room.
You knew Gemma would have a lot of questions, but she was doing well to keep them to herself.
She took you to the infirmary to get checked, finding that most of the blood really was from someone else. Apart from a few scrapes you were fine, you knew you were, but it made your husband happy to make sure you were taken care of, so you were happy to comply.
You smiled a little at Gemma who would occasionally stare at you like some exotic creature. You knew perfectly well why.
‘We met at an art gallery.’ You said, once the doctor left the private room you were being seen in. Gemma sat forward listening. ‘He was quiet, shy, never really one for being the centre of attention. Truthfully, I thought he was a bit of a bore. But, eventually, I got to know him, we went on a few dates, he told me he was some secret agent and I didn’t believe it at the time, but then some idiot tried to steal a painting and… Richard barely did anything, he was so calm and collected, he stopped the thief and helped keep everyone calm.’ You remembered the night well. ‘Suffice to say, I was intrigued after that.’
‘And then you married him?’ Gemma asked, listening to every word of the story.
‘Well, not without reluctance,’ you confessed. ‘The wife of the Director of SHIELD. Some title. It gave me pause for thought, Richard made clear it wouldn’t be the safest choice I’d ever make, but he promised he’d make it work no matter what I chose. We both had to make sacrifices for our marriage. He gave a lot more than I did, but still…’ you trailed off thinking on all the things you could never do because of the man you loved. Every day you believed it was worth it though.
‘All this time, we just thought he was lonely.’ Gemma shook her head. ‘Sorry, it’s just so weird to find out Director Keller has a wife.’
‘That’s okay.’ You chuckled. ‘The loneliness is my fault unfortunately. I travel a lot and Richard does get a little out of sorts. He does okay for the first week or two, but gets increasingly restless the longer I’m away.’
‘You travel for work?’
‘Kind of.’ You bobbed your head from side to side. ‘I’m a painter so the travelling is voluntary really, but I always wanted to see the world.’
Suddenly the door burst open and Keller, looking slightly more panicked than he had done, came rushing in.
‘Are you okay?’ He demanded.
‘Darling, I’m fine.’ You sighed once again. ‘Clean bill of health, just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about.’
‘You promise?’ Keller needed to be sure.
‘I promise.’ You nodded, assuring him. ‘Are you okay?’
‘No.’ He let a steady breath go through his nose. ‘My wife was attacked and all I can think about is how I should’ve have gotten her the dog she wanted.’
‘If I’d known all I needed to do was get myself into a life threatening situation-‘
‘Don’t.’ He suddenly begged, stepping towards you, entering your personal space. ‘Please don’t say that.’
‘Okay.’ You breathed, realising he wasn’t ready to joke around just yet. ‘You need me?’
‘Darling, I always need you.’ Keller breathed, once again sliding his arms around you and holding you close.
Gemma indicated that she would leave quietly, allowing you both to have a moment alone and you smiled appreciatively.
‘If you can wait a little longer,’ Keller spoke into your hair. ‘Fury is still picking the culprits up, you can stay in my office until I can take you home.’
‘Oh don’t worry about me, I can get back okay.’
‘It’s not really a question.’ He said, catching your attention. ‘The noise we heard last night, when you thought it was Mrs Denton’s cat? It was one of the suspects disabling a camera, clearly they didn’t know about the others.’ Keller pulled back, his eyes filling with water. ‘I’m sorry this is all my fault, they followed me to the airport when I picked you up yesterday. I’m so sorry my darling.’
‘Richard.’ You half laughed. ‘Never apologise for caring for me. Never apologise for that. I knew the life I was signing up for when I married you and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.’
Keller just watched you for a moment, trying to decide something behind his eyes, it made you smile. Keller gently stroked your cheek before pressing his warm lips to yours. He was finally relaxing.
You spent the rest of the day in his office, feeling mostly bored and unsure of what to do, but Keller took care of you. He took all his meetings in his office while you sketched at his desk, keeping yourself occupied. People would come in and sort of glance at you as if to ask ‘who the hell is she?’
‘This is my wife, she has security clearance.’ He would say in a commanding voice that you’d never heard before, and get whoever it was to get to the point quicker.
Occasionally Gemma would pop to ask if there was anything you needed and your husband took pride in asking for the coffee you like the most. You would just smile at nod to Gemma, knowing Keller needed to feel he had control over every situation.
‘You need to relax, Richard.’ You said quietly once you were left alone. ‘You’re getting far too tightly wound and you’re snapping a lot. From the look on Gemma’s face, it seems to be out of the ordinary behaviour.’
‘Well, what do you expect after hearing my wife was nearly killed this morning?’ He snapped, making you raise your eyebrow.
Keller could get away with snapping at junior colleagues, he could pass it off as being too busy or working to hard to engage, he could even get away with ignoring things completely if he so chose. But not with you.
‘I’m sorry.’ He sighed, taking his glasses off and closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I’m just angry.’
‘I can tell.’ You agreed, standing up to wander over to him. You gave him a moment, before gently moving his arm away so you could slide onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his temple, running your fingers through his hair. ‘How’s that?’
Keller wrapped his arms around you, inhaling deeply. ‘Much better.’
You stayed like that for another moment or two, until you felt him freeze beneath you.
‘What is it?’ You immediately asked in a sleepy voice. You were far too relaxed as well.
‘You’re shaking.’ He noticed, taking your hand to find you were in fact shaking.
You almost laughed. ‘Well, the shock had to wear off some time, didn’t it?’
Without warning, whatever delayed reaction you’d had to everything suddenly stopped and all emotion began flooding your system. Keller just held you, whispering how it would be okay, you would be okay.
You believed him, but it was difficult nonetheless. You couldn’t hold back the tears forever, but it seemed you would get so little time to feel it. Another knock came to Keller’s door, you felt him sighing beneath you.
‘It’s okay-‘ you whispered.
‘It’s not.’ He countered, leaning up to kiss you. ‘But I appreciate you saying it is.’
You smiled at your husband, slowly untangling yourself from his embrace and moving to look out of the large window in his office.
You heard him going to the door and talk quietly to someone you vaguely recognised. The door closed behind you and you let a deep soothing breath go. You knew the emotions would catch up to you, you’d spent all afternoon trying to stop them, hoping you could hold on until you were back home for your husband's sake. But sometimes there was no holding back the tide.
‘Mrs Keller?’ Gemma called from the door, you sucked in a deep breath and turned to see the interesting young woman. ‘Do you need anything?’
‘I’m fine, Gemma.’ You smiled as best you could, moving to sit on top of Keller’s desk the way you always did when you were at home. It almost startled Gemma, no one sat on the Director’s desk. ‘I hope he hasn’t been too hard on you.’
‘Oh no, don’t worry about us,’ she said, tidying away a few files Keller had left on his coffee table. ‘The Director is usually a little snappy when he’s stressed.’
‘Well, I confess it’s not a side of him I’ve really seen.’ You frowned.
‘Really?’ She seemed shocked, making you chuckle. ‘I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant we all get stressed.’
‘True, but Richard doesn’t really bring the stress home.’ You shook your head, thinking about your husband. ‘It’s quite unusual seeing him in this light.’
‘I know what you mean.’ Gemma chuckled. ‘Honestly, the Director is great, we get along very well and I always feel like I can tell him if somethings wrong, he’s usually quite kind about things, but I’ve never seen him like this before.’
‘Like what?’ You tilted your head, intrigued.
Gemma took a moment to find the right word. ‘Warm?’ She scrunched her face like it wasn’t right. ‘I don’t know, just… he’s very professional I suppose, so seeing him with you and being so…’
You frowned in questioning.
‘Oh, I don’t know, he’s just behaving the way someone would behave when they’re in love, but seeing him do it… it’s very weird.’ She chuckled, making you smile as well. ‘I hope that’s okay to say.’
‘Gemma, I’m not your boss,’ you laughed. ‘You can say anything you like.’
Gemma nodded, still collecting up files. ‘Well, in that case, I’m really happy he has you. I mean none of us thought in a million years that the Director would have a secret wife, especially not one so badass.’
That made you laugh a lot more, but it did highlight the sore parts of your body.
‘Trust me, I’m not as badass as you think.’ You calmed down. ‘And I’m afraid the secrecy is necessary, I’m sure you can understand.’
‘Of course.’ Gemma nodded. She was probably one of the only people who could understand the demands of Keller’s job.
After a moment, the man himself entered, carrying a file in his hand, he stopped when he saw you, observing you for a minute.
‘So, we know who it was,’ he started, slowly taking the last few steps towards you. ‘A team has been sent to neutralise the threat.’
‘Neutralise? That’s a very professional word.’ You smiled.
‘It is.’ Keller breathed a laugh. ‘But to put a dampener on things, I will be stationing a two man team outside the house every day for the next month. Just to make sure.’
You sighed, not happy, but knowing it was necessary.
Keller gently placed the file down and stroked your thighs, being careful with you.
‘I knew you’d hate that, so I am going to make up for it.’ He promised, you saw that glint in his eye that belonged only to your husband. ‘Tonight, I’m going to take you home, make you dinner, run a bath and I will not take a single piece of work home with me.’
‘Really?’ You frowned, suspiciously. ‘That does not sound like you at all.’
‘I promise, tonight I’m yours and that you are my only priority.’ Keller gently slid his hands up your jaw and placed a finely, soft kiss to your lips. ‘I’m so sorry this happened, darling. I’ll do everything I can to make sure it never happens again.’ He whispered against your mouth, placing another kiss.
You were enjoying the moment, but a noise from where Gemma was still tidying broke the quiet. Keller’s head whipped around, clearly having no idea she was still in the room.
‘Sorry, I’m so sorry!’ Gemma was trying not to smile, but also trying to gather up the files. ‘It’s just you came in, I didn’t know when to leave, I’m sorry.’
You placed your hand on your husband's chest, making sure he understood that none of it was a big deal and you felt him inhale calmly.
‘It’s okay.’ He sighed, you could tell he wasn’t angry, just a little embarrassed. ‘Don’t worry about it, just… could you make sure there’s a car outside for me? I think it’s time I took my wife home.’ Keller pierced your gaze with his. Those beautiful blue eyes that belonged to the man you loved.
‘Yes, sir.’ Gemma said, leaving immediately to call for a car.
‘She’s going to give me hell for that.’ Keller chuckled.
‘Good.’ You smiled. ‘Someone has to.’
Keller gently stroked your hands, being careful to avoid the scrapes, but it was now the skin around the injuries that was sore as well.
‘That hurt?’ Keller frowned.
‘A little.’ You shrugged. ‘It’s just sensitive.’
Your husband nodded and gently smiled. ‘Am I an awful person for being grateful for another opportunity to show you how much I love you?’
You just chuckled, shaking your head. ‘Of course not.’
He bowed his head slightly, before placing a kiss to your cheek, breathing you in. ‘You have a few decisions to make.’ His voice was low, the way it is when he knows you’ll love what he’s about to say.
You frowned, pulling back to see him.
‘Whatever you want for dinner,’ he smiled, again stroking through your hair. ‘And… what kind of dog do you want?’
You suddenly started laughing. ‘Richard, we can’t get a dog, what’s going to happen when I go away? Who’s going to look after it?’
‘In case this has passed you by, I am the Director of SHIELD, I can look after it here.’
‘Richard.’ You shook your head. ‘I am fine, we don’t need to get a dog.’
Keller let his breath go, still smiling. ‘Okay.’ He said. ‘Are you ready to go home?’
‘I am.’ You nodded. ‘But seriously, if you’ve got work, please don’t hesitate to bring it with you. I know I’ve kind of set you back for the day.’
‘Darling, I know this is the first time you’ve seen me at work, but trust me, there is nothing this place can throw at me that will take priority over you.’ Keller placed another soft kiss to your lips. Somehow it grounded you, you believed every word he said.
Your husband picked up his jacket, giving you his coat, despite knowing you didn’t need it, and you said good night to Gemma.
There was a whole team waiting outside and Keller began speaking to them in a very professional tone, you gave Gemma a look almost mocking his other personality, making her stifle a laugh. Much to everyone’s surprise, including yours, Keller slid his hand down your arm, kissed your cheek and led you out of his office.
Gemma watched her boss leave, she had never seen him like that before. Usually a relatively cold and commanding man, it was a pleasant surprise to see his softer and gentler side.
Fury creeped out from a corridor just after Keller left, eager to talk about what had happened.
‘Oh my god.’ Gemma mouthed, while Fury whistled.
‘Who saw that coming?’ Fury chuckled.
‘How the hell did he manage to keep her a secret all this time?’ Gemma just laughed, baffled by her boss.
‘No idea, but kudus to him.’
‘And she’s lovely. She’s a painter.’
‘A hell of a fighter. Keller must’ve taught her a thing or two.’
‘And they’re so sweet together.’ Gemma continued gushing. ‘Did you see the way he was around her? God, I could never have imagined him like that.’
‘What did you imagine him like?’ Fury frowned, making Gemma scowl at him.
‘Did you manage to track the guys who did this?’ Gemma sat up, moving a few things around in her desk.
‘Yeah, some gang that’s been watching Keller for a while now, we’ve been tracking them for a few months.’ Fury nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. ‘I’m kinda surprised Keller went to the airport himself to pick her up. It’s a huge risk just being seen with her.’
‘He promised her this time he would.’ Gemma told him. ‘It’s funny, the way she was talking about him, feels like there’s a lot of promises he wasn’t able to keep.’
‘The price of the job.’ Fury nodded.
It dawned on the both of them just how difficult the marriage must have been, how in love you and Keller must be to continue down this path together, regardless of consequence.
A couple of months later, Keller had come into the office with a white German Shepherd barely six months old on a lead. He went about his day as usual and when Gemma entered his office to help him with a few meetings, she greeted the dog and asked how long you were going to be away for.
Keller just smiled and scratched the dog’s head affectionately.
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364 Days To Go - Director Keller x Reader (Captain Marvel)
Holiday Fic 4! 🎄🎄
GIF Credit: X
@wltz-bby @happyskywhale
Author’s Note: This Holiday season belongs to the less popular boys and honestly I’m all here for it! Keller was the last one I came up with and it was just because I put all my Christmas music on shuffle and I was like “whoooo... could I use this for?” And then thought hard on it and came up with a kinda cute Keller scenario. Also he deserves more love!!
Really, by the title alone, this should be the post Christmas fic, but, oh well!
Disclaimer: Captain Marvel Characters Not mine / gif not mine / lyrics not mine / usual stuff, different fic!
Premise: December 25th may almost be over, but you can both still have a little fun...
Words: 1431
Warnings: The setting is Christmas day, although Christmas is not mentioned by name / drinking / if you squint there is the tiniest of sexual references
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Wrapping paper everywhere
Stacked up dishes, but who cares
They can wait until tomorrow now
It's you and me, and this old couch
The Christmas tree in our living room
Fills the room with pine perfume
And colored lights dancing on the walls
While Nat King Cole sings "Deck The Halls"
Thanks for my robe, no that's ok
It looks better on you anyway
What is it about this time of year
That makes our troubles disappear
'Cause don't you get the sense tonight
That for now the world is right
And as another Christmas ends
My mind drifts and once again
I'm thinking like a six year old
Only 364 days to go
We can't avoid it
No way around it
Before too long we'll be
Either back to work back to school
Or just back to reality
Don't you get the sense tonight
That for now the world is right
And as another Christmas ends
My mind drifts and once again
I'm thinking like a six year old
Only 364 days to go
Be here before you know it
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The house was filled with the sound of holiday music. Although, without putting a damper on things, the holiday was almost over. Well, the main part of it anyway.
But neither of you were thinking about that.
In fact the music was the only sound, as currently you were both nestled on the couch together, your head on Keller’s chest. There was plenty of reason to move, you supposed. Remnants of brightly coloured paper still littered the floor, a stack of dishes by the sink that - if you were really cognizant - you should probably get started on. But, there was always tomorrow… This was the very last day of the year you would ever have had your partner working on. Even if it wasn’t work work.
Besides, you were both currently stuck in a food coma, and snuggled on the couch was the only place to be; drifting in and out of sleep with the heat on high and his arms around you. You were surprised that he hadn’t even taken one glance at his pager today. You would understand for any other Agent (heck, you’d hurled yours across the room the second you’d got in last night, where it’d clattered against the wall. And even upon Keller’s insistence, you hadn’t gone to retrieve it yet - and, didn’t see him doing it for you), but not the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D… Keller constantly told you that, for him, there was always something going on. Which meant today should be no exception. He was doing this for you, you knew. But you were glad he was taking respite for once; he deserved it. You knew how important his position was, but Keller always worked so damn hard. You thought it was about time he got some recognition for that - even if it was in the form of a quiet moment on the couch with you.
Running your fingers gently through his steel grey hair, Keller didn’t really stir; his grip on you loosened slightly, and that sleepy content hum made you do nothing but smile. You pressed a kiss gently to his forehead and cheek before you stole away from his arms. It was about time to get yourself back in your pyjamas you thought!
Hurrying quietly from the room, you halted and turned back to his gifts. A little smirk formed on your face; on second thought…
***
By the time you returned to him Keller was awake but still looked a little drowsy; head in his hand, propped up by his elbow on his knee, as he held open a book with his other hand. As you shuffled into the room he looked up and then immediately laughed.
“Oh, I see you’re wasting no time stealing my clothes, huh?”
To be honest the robe was almost a joke gift, you’d had it embroidered with ‘Director J. R. Keller’ across the left breast and then kidded with him that no one was going to be able to take the J off this.
You brought your shoulders up as high as they could go and tucked yourself into it, “It’s very comfy, I gotta say.” Then made a motion to take it off, “Would you like it back?”
“No… No…” He waved his free hand, “It looks good on you…” Keller continued to stare at you for a moment before smiling, “Go on, give us a twirl.”
“Ah!” You gave him your very best and then posed, “What do you think?”
“Yeah.” He almost said it flatly, “Gonna look so much better on you.” Before he placed the book down and opened his arms, “C’mon…”
You eagerly crossed the room, and back into Keller’s welcoming embrace.
“I love you so much.”
“I got the idea… yeah!”
That only made you giggle again as he captured your lips with his own, rubbing his hands over your arms as if to warm you up. “PJs too? Man, I missed the memo…” Keller was still in a nice shirt and pants. A little more relaxed than his usual suit (and sleeves rolled up, as you would have requested; his forearms were something to behold), but no less easy on the eye.
“Time to get comfortable.”
“Just seems like a typical non-work day for you, then.”
You gasped, pretending to get offended and smacked his arm, “Don’t say the ‘W’ word!”
“Oh, geez, I should have guessed that was banned too.”
“Are you trying to be humorous?”
He quirked an eyebrow, amused, and you tried to hold your serious face for all of 3 seconds before you snorted, “Okay. You win this round, Mr. Keller!”
He allowed you to steal a series of short kisses, before he settled you back on the couch alone; turning the music up a little, he poured you both a glass of mulled wine. Handing your glass over to you, Keller didn’t sit back down. You wondered if he was attempting to stretch his body out after the confines of the couch.
“Hey, don’t get any of this over my robe now.”
“Oh my god…” You shook your head at him, “Just tell me if you want me to take it off-!”
He smirked through his sip, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You rolled your eyes, and for a minute it went quiet before you studied him a little closer. He wasn’t even really looking at you, more surveying the decor of the house and paying attention to the songs, but Keller still knew what you were doing; “What?”
“Just making sure that pager of yours isn’t on you!”
He scoffed, “So you can yell at me today of all days of the year?” He took another sip before he placed his glass down and held his hand out for you.
You took a bigger gulp of wine than you thought was necessarily, and you watched his face try to remain stoic and not even a little disappointed in you for doing so, before you took the hand he offered and let him pull you off the couch.
Keller spun you into his arms and held you close, letting you lay your hand flat against his before you laced your fingers together, and he swayed you gently to the music.
“Oh? You want to dance with me when I’m not even dressed appropriately?”
“I’ll forgive it.” He chuckled, but then took a more serious breath, “You know that I don’t care, right?”
“I’m just teasing you-!” Although you couldn’t help but blush gently; you knew he would take you any way you wished to present to him. That was just the kind of man that he was. You weren’t sure that anyone in the world deserved him really, but you weren’t about to argue with the look of love on his face today. Instead you’d simply bask in it, honoured that Keller chose to give it to you.
You continued to sway slowly to the music as song changed into song, changed into song… and both of you once again surveyed the room, and tried not to think of everything you’d have to do tomorrow. The darkness had drawn in, but there was still something magical about it today, instead of gloomy and depressing.
You couldn’t help but grin as you looked back into his soft blue eyes, it might have almost been over, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t still have childish excitement about next year. “Only 364 days to go!”
Keller gave an encouraged nod of agreement, “And imagine what can happen in that time-!” Only he added a mysterious little wink, causing you to narrow your eyes;
“OKAY what is going on at work!?”
His look was of pure innocence, “Nothing! Well- No, maybe something, but I can promise I don’t know!”
You tilted your head, “To be honest, I’m surprised. Your fingers must be itching to click that little button.”
Keller shrugged, “100% honesty? I haven’t really thought about it.” And he really did mean it, although he laughed, “But I’m sure I’ll wake to a million messages tomorrow-!”
“Any way I could persuade you to collect another million more?”
“Not check tomorrow?” Keller paused your swaying for a second, sucking his breath in between his teeth and pretending to think hard on it, “Just try it…”
“Mmm. Think I will.” You winked, before removing your hands from his and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull Keller into a deep kiss.
364 days to go, maybe… But if it was 364 days filled with kisses like this, you wouldn’t mind waiting one bit.
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Thank you for reading! And as my last fic before Christmas, Happy Holidays!!! 🎁🎅🎄
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!Kyle’s innocent girlfriend who secretly loves getting aggressive during sex — tugging his hair, holding him exactly where she needs to feel him most.
!Soap’s innocent girlfriend who is made for him — personality wise ...physically too. She fits him perfectly. She can’t take sex seriously at first, always giggling… until he finds a way to turn those giggles into moans.
!Soap’s innocent girlfriend who is always whimpering. His touch makes her fall apart — a kiss, a tight hug, his hand cupping her through her leggings. Any of it makes her whimper, and he loves dragging those sounds out of her.
Hello~~ Could I request number 35 "Time on my hands Since you been away boy" with Matthew Keller, please ? I want him to know "his girl" hasn't stopped living her life! I'm sure it's the only way to make him regret or something as close as it
OMFG this got way out of control!
Tagging: @kmc1989 @tems13 @rosielou94
MyGirl! Series:
My Girl (NSFW) - Noone puts hands on Keller's girl.
One More Night - Keller doesn't know when he came so sentimental.
Merlot - Keller misses you more than he'll admit.
Keller’s been in New York less than twenty four hours when he breaks into your house in Manhattan. He’s had his eyes on the brownstone all day, watching your comings and goings from various vantage points across the streets. Boxing, groceries, the art supply store and then later in the evening, a date.
Something in his chest twists because he recognises the dress you’re wearing, it’s the last one he fucked you in. He remembers how soft the material felt underneath his fingertips as he undressed you, the way it had slipped from your body, landing at your feet.
He spends the evening rifling through your things, searching for evidence of another man in your life, of a relationship. He finds nothing, not a cufflink or a toothbrush. He’s in your bedroom when he hears your key in the lock, the sound of your laughter in the hall. He escapes out onto the balcony that overlooks the city, closing the French windows behind him. Even if you look out he doubts that you’ll be able to see him in the darkness.
You aren’t alone when you step into the bedroom, pulling the other man along with you. It riles something inside of him, see those hands on you, those lips kissing the places that he’s kissed. He doesn’t know the person you’re with, but he stinks of Wall Street, the suit costs more than a Mecedes and the watch could feed a small country. You don’t take him to bed, instead you push him into the plush chair directly across from the window and Keller realises you’re giving him a private show of his very own.
He wonders what it was that tipped you off, something he hadn’t returned back to the proper place, the scent of his aftershave. It doesn’t matter because he sees this for what it is, a punishment, a way of torturing him for leaving without a word.
You don’t undress and neither does the suit, instead you unbutton his fly before taking him out of his trousers. Keller’s hands bunch into fists inside the pockets of his jacket, the bite of copper in his mouth as you hike your dress up and sink down onto him. He gets the message loud and clear, he’s not the only one having his fun in your time apart. You’re not crying into your pillow, waiting for him.
It lasts five minutes. The poor suit has no idea how to handle a woman like you and it shows. It isn’t long before you send him on his merry way, his mouth smeared with lipstick and his shirt untucked. He tries to hand you his number but you tuck it back into his breast pocket. You don’t look out of the window, you don’t give Keller a second glance. You head straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. He hears the sound of the shower turning on and water running as he slips back in through the French window.
You come back to find him sitting on the bed, his jacket tossed across the chair you’ve just fucked another man on. He watches you approach, that silk robe clinging to your skin as your damp hair falls across your features.
“You didn’t come.” He remarks as he tilts his head up towards you.
The scent of ylang ylang floods his senses, soft, floral. It’s different from the last time you were together, Keller wonders what else has changed. The two of you are at a tipping point right now, how he plays the next couple of minutes determines his future with you, the one he could have if he wants it.
“That was wasn’t the point.” You remind him and his lips twitch up into a smile.
He’s seven shades of fucked up but it turns out you are too. You won’t put up with his shit and that’s what tonight has been about. If he walks again, you won’t have any trouble cutting him loose.
“It is when you’re with me.” Keller tells you as his fingers undo the belt on your robe.
It falls open, revealing your nakedness. He keeps his eyes on yours, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he guides you towards his mouth. His lips brush over your bare skin, and your breathing hitches. Your head tips back, an exhale tearing from your throat as your fingers tangle in his hair, guiding his mouth to just the right place.
He moans when he tastes you for the first time. It’s like honey on his tongue and Keller can’t get enough. He growls against your cunt, burying his face between your thighs and you make that sweet little noise, the one he can never get enough.
There isn’t another woman alive that does this to him, that make him want to chase her pleasure, that makes him earn his own. You’re beautiful when you come, skin flushed, gaze locked on his. He licked up your mess, his hands tangling in your robe before he pulls you down into his lap, kissing you the same sinful way he has everywhere else.
You take your time undressing him, fingers teasing lightly across his skin, as you divest him of the fabric. He’s fucked so many women since the last time you were together but none have ever come close to the way he feels with you. He’s desperate and overwrought by the time you get him naked, your palm comes to rest on his chest, pushing him backwards onto the sheets. He smiles as you follow him down, your thighs straddling his hips, your wetness rubbing all over his cock. You guide his hands above his head and it isn’t until he feels the silk belt from your robe loop around his wrists that he realises what you’re doing.
There’s a question in your eyes, one that requires an answer and he knows you’re at the turning point.
If he does this with you, if he submits, then he’s giving you a part of himself and Keller, he doesn’t do vulnerability. He feels the silk loosen and he can tell you’re already slipping away from him. Trust goes both ways and he isn’t willing to play the game. That’s the problem with the relationship, it’s always been one sided. You give and he takes. It’s the same way with everything in his life. It’s the reason he destroys everything he touches.
“Like this.” Keller says roughly. He holds out his wrists, crossing one over the other so that you can get a tighter bind. “I can’t slip the knots this way.”
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