#alter keith

YES This is what we need. the fact that this almost happened ugh.

tw: cnc,drugging, size kink, pervert keith.

alter!keith who tilts his head to the side and watches as you take the last sip of your drink. he knows that the effects should have kicked in already.

alter!keith who knows that youre trying your best to stay alert. but he could see the way you're swaying. you're too cute like this.

alter!keith who manages to get you alone in his bedroom. who locks the door and begins to take his clothes off. he already undressed you. partially of course- you just look adorable in your undergarments.

alter!keith who left his large hands roam freely against your soft flesh, touching, groping, feeling you up like some kind of doll. who is mesmerised by the way your body reacts to him. you must want this, afterall he could see a smile on your face. your teeth tugging at your lip as he slips his fingers in your panties.

alter!keith who can't take it anymore. who is fucking into you, savouring every second, every thrust because who knows when next he will have this chance. who groans in pleasure. who interlocks his fingers with yours even though you can't return the favour.

I’d so love to see you do alter!Keith, and Sariel if you felt like it ☺️♥️

A/N: Well, a few people asked for Alter!Keith. And I had the time....so here we are!

Alter!Keith (Dark Keith?) x reader

Just for the sake of clarity: reader is fully on board with everything. There is nothing he does that isn't consensual.

Word Count: 493

He approaches, a predator with eyes that glitter as it weaves its way through dark foliage. You know better than to look directly into the sun, but you can't help but stare into those golden eyes when he reaches you. There is nothing but intent burning in them, bright as Bengal fire. They roam your face as his gloved hands slide up your shoulders. Possessive. Confident. In total control. One hand snakes its way around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The other finds long locks of your hair and winds them around his fingers. 

Your name is a sound born of hunger, a low growl in the back of his throat that sends a shiver rolling through your body like thunder. He pulls your head upwards with the slightest tug. You allow your body to bend like a willow reed, your face tilted up towards his, eager and already breathless at the promise written in the sharp curve of his smile.

There is no warning. No gentle drops of rain or light snowfall. There is only the storm as it descends and claims you. His grip on you tightens while his mouth opens, ready and ravenous. There is barely time to breathe, barely time to respond as he sets out to devour you. His kiss is comprised of lips and teeth and tongue, voracious and unyielding. Every movement of his mouth sets another fire and sends it burning through your veins, as if they were filled with ether instead of blood. You can only hold on, your hands gripping the strong muscles of his upper arms, a lifeline in the face of raging winds and an inferno of want.