PLS HELP ME FIND THIS FIC IT'S A COD X MALE READER, READER'S CODENAME IS RAVEN THERE WAS A FIC ABOUT 141 HAVING A DOG A WILD DOG TBH, I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER MUCH BUT PLS DO TAG ME IF YOU PEOPLE FIND IT THANKS
I REALLY NEED TO STOP DOING THIS AND TAKE SCREENSHOT OF EVERY GOOD SHIT I FIND HERE 🖐️😭💀
ayo, hit us more with tht filo reader along with cod men, im filipino too, we need them to react to a filo reader being fast af playing basketball 🤣 (spec when filo reader is barefooted)
(omg, filo reader basketball player headcannons sir hmmm?)
saw ur work and im like 😲🥹🥹🥹🥰
thank you for ur time hehehe (im pinoy)
filo!reader x cod mw2
Seven days before New Year
*filo!reader sneaking in & out the base not(really) suspiciously*
*Ghost tapped thei
Here some new work of mine, but I'll tag to the basketball one, it'll take longer I think, this took so long btw sorry
filo!reader x cod mw2
Gaz: sup good noon everyone, anyone up to go for basketball
Soap: I am
Alex: I'd like to tag in
Gaz: alright let
Gaz: good noon everyone, anyone up to go for basketball
Soap: I am
Alex: I'd like to tag in
Gaz: alright let's go
reader passing by*
Soap: hey (reader)? want to join?
reader: join in what habon?
Soap: to go Basketball
reader: hmmm, why not?
Soap looking at their feets: wait you're just in your slippers, don't you want to change you might trip in those
reader: meh ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌
Soap: Gaz!, (reader)'s tagging in
Gaz: that's great Soap, how about those two Alejandro and Rudy?
Soap: I'll go ask them
Soap: hey Hermanos want to go basketball
Alejandro and Rudy looks at each other then nods silently*
Alejandro: nah Soap we'll just watch you guys
Soap: hmmm, k ( ╹▽╹ )
(Alejandro, Rudy, Ghost, Price are watching)
Soap have the ball, Alex was blocking Soap, Soap passed the ball to reader, reader runs the ball near the hoop, Gaz blocks reader quickly, reader doing that swifty move of theirs making Gaz stumble
Alejandro laughs: oohhh hahaha😆
Rudy chuckles: they're pretty agile person
Alejandro: hmmm, yeah
reader shoots the ball 🏀 to the hoop, reader hurriedly helps Gaz up*
Gaz panting whilst smiling: nice game! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
reader: thanks you too! (≧▽≦)
Alex: Good game you two! (✿^‿^)
Soap: thanks Alex, you too! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
reader skips at Soap to jump and hug him: YES! we did it Gaz (☆▽☆)
Soap: YEAH! we did it!, Nice game bonnie!
Ghost chuckling: they got ya didn't they, Kyle
Gaz laughs: yeah they did
Price: I'll say it, their agility is impressive
Alejandro: Rudy said that earlier too
Rudy: of course it's true
Alex giggling: yeah it is
Soap: it's funny to see Gaz trip at nothing😆
Gaz cheeks turning tinting red*
Gaz: Hey, as if you didn't trip the first time going against them ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
Soap: what can I say, we'll make a pretty good team right, bonnie? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
reader: yeah
other teammates who was surprised and amazed by reader's skill complements them also questioning (interrogating) them how are they comfortable moving with those slippers or why or what,
whilst Soap & Gaz banters*
Price: here we go again (٥↼_↼)
Here it is sweety @thicc-plum (≧▽≦) ( ◜‿◝ )♡ (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
ayo, hit us more with tht filo reader along with cod men, im filipino too, we need them to react to a filo reader being fast af playing basketball 🤣 (spec when filo reader is barefooted)
(omg, filo reader basketball player headcannons sir hmmm?)
saw ur work and im like 😲🥹🥹🥹🥰
thank you for ur time hehehe (im pinoy)
filo!reader x cod mw2
Seven days before New Year
*filo!reader sneaking in & out the base not(really) suspiciously*
*Ghost tapped thei
Here some new work of mine, but I'll tag to the basketball one, it'll take longer I think, this took so long btw sorry
filo!reader x cod mw2
Gaz: sup good noon everyone, anyone up to go for basketball
Soap: I am
Alex: I'd like to tag in
Gaz: alright let
can anyone draw or just doodle on how would prices reaction to nik telling him/(out right announcing gaz death) that gaz fell off the helicopter, because prices face (reaction) wasn't shown to the game it's funny, tag me if anyone already did or comment their Twitter user hehe
You guys I need help I'm looking for a fic I saw weeks ago and it's a soap x reader x ghost x könig ok so here's the plot of it reader is soaps girlfriend, and ghost and könig likes soap or love, they want reader out of soaps league, but grew an infatuation to reader so kind of want to keep her along side with soap, and now I'm searching for it because I forgot who wrote it and the title so yeah pls do comment if you do so pls I'm begging you guys!!!😭🙏
(A/n): I miss writing angst. Anywho, @tfpthekatrin this is for you! Some more Captain MacTavish.
You should have known that being in a relationship with the captain would be no easy feat, considering the two of you are on the same team. It wasn’t just the fact of you being his subordinate, it was more of… we’ll call it his captain-like nature seeping into your relationship when it didn’t need to. He worried too much, his frustration-fuse was short when it came to some matters, and some missions he didn’t want you to go on- but obviously it wasn’t really up to you or him to decide that.
Which is why, it shouldn’t surprise you when you both get into an extremely heated argument about your ‘carelessness’ and ‘unnecessary heroics’ on the battlefield. For background, you were supposed to be nothing but a silent sniper up on the roof of a building, using the scope as an eye for Roach, Ghost, Gaz and Allen on the ground. Something happened though, to reveal your location to enemy soldiers around you: someone or something was interfering with comms and you couldn’t relay information to your fellow teammates. So, against better judgement of probably anyone, you raised suspicion around your teammates by killing enemies about the base. (The mission was supposed to be silent, zero to minimal casualties, and you’d just blown it)
Of course, in talking to at the moment- Captain MacTavish about it, you expressed how comms had broken down on your side and you literally could not speak to your teammates. You even pulled the death card a few times based on the matter. Roach almost got a knife to his back, Ghost didn’t see the soldier following him while reaching for his radio, Gaz could’ve lost his life and so could Allen. But none of what you said mattered, not right now.
“Yer completely irrational!” You’d flinched enough during the debriefing when you and the team had gotten chewed out. But nothing could really prepare for you to hear what came next out of his mouth- all you could think as it came was that you were thankful no one else was in the room except for the two of you. “A reasonable person would’ve pulled oot o’ the mission! You ‘eard yer fellow soldiers, that’s what they were plannin’ on doin’ ‘til you took a shot!”
Your teeth grind. “The information couldn’t have been relayed. And I’ve told you, Johnny--” He puts a hand up, halting you and you take in a sharp breath because of it- and there’s the flinch.
“I dinnae care what ye’ve told me. Yer not listening.” Captain MacTavish runs a hand through his hair, the hand is shaking as he brings it back down. If the two of you weren’t fighting, you’d try and calm him down- but as far as you’re concerned, you’re the reason he’s like this. “Dinnae call me Johnny either, ye’ve lost that privilege. It’s Captain, or Captain MacTavish to you.”
Oh. Oh. So, that’s how it is. You say the words without thinking, they come out of your mouth like a bullet, but instead of shooting straight forward, it comes back and strikes you in the heart. “Maybe if you ever made fucking sense, I’d understand what you mean, Captain.” There’s venom in your tone, just for this moment, it’s ready to disappear at any time. “You know what- actually, maybe I don’t need the privilege of you being my captain- you’re a terrible one. Get me off this team, transfer me--”
His hand slams down on the table. “GRANTED. Long as yer not fucking about ‘ere.” Captain MacTavish’s voice drops to a whisper then. You don’t wait a second for him to dismiss you, because as far as you’re concerned, you’re no longer on the team. Going back to the basics of SAS or joining someone else’s. The door slams so hard that anyone around worries if the hinges have come off. “Fuck…”
You make it halfway down the hall before it starts. Your chest rises at an unsteady pace, your breathing starts to quicken and you suddenly can’t control it. Roach sees you and widens his eyes, running over and pulling you into the nearest room- which just happens to be the kitchen, and makes a motion for everyone to clear out. Ghost and Gaz remain, hopping off the stools they were sitting at to come over, but keeping a distance. ‘What’s wrong?’ Roach signs once you’ve calmed down and regained your breathing.
“Transferring teams. Joh- the Captain’s got his head so far up his arse, he doesn’t understand why I did what I did.” You huff and cross your arms. You’re strong. Real men don’t cry. Stop it. “I-It was nice knowing you guys.”
It’s not Roach or Gaz that grabs you by the shoulders- it’s Ghost. You jump and widen your eyes at the action. “No. You’re not allowed to leave the team.” You open your mouth to interrupt, but he puts a gloved hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up. Soap hasn’t been happier since he’s started seeing you. This anger you see? He’s worried, sure- it’s not the best way to express it, but you can’t fight fire with fire in this case. He’s not listening to you, right? Gone all ‘Captain’ on you?” You nod slowly, the gloved hand comes off. “You need to reassure him that everyone is okay, there were no casualties on our team, only the enemy’s. He’s gone all protective mode- the scariest fucking thing he can do… but it’s not something that can be easily shut off.”
He knows so much based on personal experience, that much you know. “Thanks… Ghost… but I think I’m going to give him some space. It’s been a long time since someone has called me incompetent and irrational.” You shoot him a weak smile, squeeze Roach’s arm and wave to Gaz before leaving the kitchen. There were some bags that needed to be packed. Maybe you’d go home before knowing what team to transfer to? Yeah, home sounds nice right now.
You do, in fact, go home- or to one of the places you’d like to call home. It’s more of a relaxing, vacation spot for when you’re stressed from work and your superiors tell you to take a break. The house is a large two story building in the middle of just about nowhere in Sierra Blanca, Marbella. It was pricey at first, but after working your ass off in SAS, and the military in general, it became much easier to afford. Plus, a few other soldiers put in for it too- helping out so they could come: two of them constantly coming over because it’s a good spot to relax.
“Did he really say all of that?” Horangi raises his glasses to give you a proper raised brow. You hum into the drink in your hand, nodding slowly. “We can kill him. Really. Heard there’s a place in America that if you enter, just about anything is legal… what was the place called, dear?”
“The Yellowstone ‘Zone of Death’. And ja, wir können ihn töten.” König agrees. He’s kicking his feet in the ‘little’ pool that came with the house- it is a hot day afterall. “Only if you want that though, mein Freund.” He looks down at you, watching you frown against the margarita glass in your hand. “Or do you want to… make up? Ghost did give some reasonable advice. You chose space though.”
You sigh and put the glass down, standing up from the towel you’d been sitting on. “If we were in a cartoon, steam would’ve been coming out of his ears. His accent was purely Scottish, the man was livid, not just angry. Space is… the only thing that’ll fix it.” Before either of them reply to that, you slip on your flip flops and walk back into the house. It’s still a sort of sore subject- despite being only a week old. If you had a constant therapist, you’d bring it up to them- but you don’t. All you have is the psychologist that psychoanalyzes each movement you make in the military.
The entire time you’d been home, you’d gone for the phone about… twenty-seven times. Horangi threatened to break your phone the twenty-eighth time, if you reached for it again. So, you gave it to him to hide somewhere in the house- knowing that even after three years of owning the place, you could still lose things very easily. It’s your third day without it, all communication has gone to your computer. But… he forgot to turn it off- so this excessive buzzing that you could hear when entering the house was growing increasingly annoying.
Instead of calling for your friend to grab the phone, you followed the buzzing noise- which you really shouldn’t have, but oh well at this point. You finally reached the very tall bookcase, and you could see some of the books on one of the higher shelves moving around due to the buzzing. Okay, you’re not König, but you can still reach that. You put your weight on your toes and move the books around, finally grasping the phone. And it’s exactly who you expect it to be. You sigh- Pathetic. A week? - answer the phone. “This is (L/n) speaking.”
“...Can you let me in… please?” Your eyes flicker to the front door. Of course, as per usual, you grab a gun that’s in a nearby hiding space and keep the phone up to your ear as you approach the front. The gun goes between your back and pants after you’ve looked through the peephole and you hang up the phone. You unlock all four locks then swing the door open, a blank expression on your face. “Hullo.”
You cross your arms. “What do you want, MacTavish?” The voice that comes with your words is almost as cold as his was on that day he’d put all his frustrations on you. Now it’s his turn to flinch and look small. “You’re not coming in, Horangi and König want to string you up by the neck, best not to see them.”
John frowns, but doesn’t press on that. “I’ve come to apologize to you. I was a right arse, didnae have to treat you like that. Should’ve put my frustrations somewhere else- anywhere else.” Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly- and part of you wonders if these are the scripted words of someone else, like Ghost. “Our relationship and work should be kept separate, when I heard what happened during briefs, because the comms were cut, you were right on that. All I was concerned about was the state of you, and the state of my team. But you acted as if you didnae care- like your life hadn’t been on the line the entire time.” He sighs and shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. “The mission was supposed to be quiet because if one enemy soldier was alerted and told his friends, the whole base would have woken up and I would have lost two friends, a soldier with a family and someone I love.” His eyes had been looking to the ground the entire time, and it’s now he finally looks up at you- his sky blue eyes showing so much vulnerability as they tear up. “D’you understand that any?”
Deep breath in and out. You closed your eyes then opened them. “‘Course I understand that. If anyone died or got hurt, it would’ve been on me. I started firing first.” John’s feet shift from where he’s standing. “But what I didn’t need, John, was after the brief for you to chew into me like I was jerky and you were a dog. I know my mistake, I know I put the team in jeopardy- I know each of Allen’s kids names, it’s only two: Sarah and Mary.” Another deep breath. “I needed Johnny after that, not my captain. Here’s my question to you: Do you understand that?”
“Now, yes.” He links his fingers together. “I’m sorry, again. Do you… think you can find it in your mind, doesn’t have to be now, but some time in the future to forgive me?” John raises a finger before you can answer, like he’s remembering something. “I’m also sorry for calling you irrational, yer not. Yer one of the best soldiers I’ve met, SAS standard, at least. Don’ tell Ghost.”
Your lips quirk upward on their own. It’s hard to stay angry for long, it’s always been like that. It’s why the voice deep in your head called you pathetic, all because you can’t hold something for long. “Let’s start over, not completely, but start over enough. Stay here, I’m gonna go inform Horangi and König that we have company that cannot be killed.”
(End)
“The price of having a soft heart is feeling the world’s pain.”
- J. Lynn
Someone write a Ghost x civilian reader, where they have a random one night stand and Ghost is deployed for like a year. When he returns he has a run in with her and she got a baby that’s the blonde spitting image of him.
i work this weekend so i’m sending this in early but; Soap with a breeding kink 😩 he wants a huge family idc
babe. you are so right. don’t even get me started on how crazy he would be when you’re actually pregnant 😩
sinful sunday
Johnny talks about it constantly. He muses about what life would look like with a few little ones running amok; a full house, the sound of little feet stampeding through the halls, raising little warriors that look like the two of you. He doesn’t push or pressure you, of course. He’s more than willing to wait until you’re ready - but that doesn’t stop him from waxing poetic about how amazing it will be. The moment you tell him you’re ready to start trying, his brain bluescreens from the rush of different emotions.
“Dinnae say that to me, hen.” He whispers, eyes wide. “Not unless you really mean it.”
“Well, I stopped taking the pill and I saw my doctor.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you settle in his lap. He looks at you like you’re blowing his mind and giving him the entire universe all at once. His hands come to rest at your waist, his touch gentle and reverent. “Plus, both my calendar and the test I just took say I’m ovulating.”
John blinks up at you, still buffering as he processes. “So… you really mean it?”
“Yeah, you dork. I really mean it.”
Your over-preparedness was a necessity because you knew for a fact that the moment you told him, he would not rest until he knocked you up. Getting everything squared away meant all that pent-up eagerness would be put to good use - and boy, does John really use it.
It’s been at least thirty-six hours since you’ve seen anything besides the four walls of the bedroom you share with your baby fever stricken husband. You feel hot, your body wracked with trembles as his softening cock slips out of your well-fucked pussy. Fuck, you never knew it was possible to feel so empty yet so full at the same time. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s fucked you, how many orgasms he’s pulled from your strung out body, how many times he’s buried himself deep and filled you with his seed.
“There you go, that’s my girl.” Johnny sighs, honeyed reverence dripping from his lips. His big, warm palms slide up your thighs and squeeze gently, tenderly helping you come down from the rigorous way he’s worked you over. His eyes are bright with affection as he looks over you for even the slightest sign of pain or discomfort. “You look so pretty full of my cum. Gonna look even prettier with my baby in your belly.”
“Fuck, John…” The roughness of your voice makes him smile. He’s always had a thing about this - you all sweaty and fucked out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your body prone and trembling beneath him. John thrives on being a good husband and right now, that means knocking up his pretty little wife. His cock twitches, already half hard and nudging your thigh. You give him an incredulous look and huff out a disbelieving laugh. “How are you still hard?”
“Can ya blame me?” John’s eyes trail down your body and he shakes his head. “I mean, look at you… my gorgeous wife, all fucked full a’ me…”
His praise sends you flush with warmth, stokes the flames of arousal in your belly. The effect he has on you is intoxicating. Your body aches with overstimulation yet John gives you that appreciative look, his eyes bright with desire, and you ache for more. His hand slips down to trace the mess he’s made of you and you concede to him, spread your thighs and welcome the pleasure-pain of his touch.
“Just one more, hen. One more and I’ll let ya rest. Gotta make sure it takes, don’t we?” He babbles as he presses close and hooks your legs around his waist. The kiss he drags you into is messy, all spit and tongue and desperation. He drinks in the sound of your cry as he slides into your abused pussy, meeting no resistance as his cum leaks out around his cock. “ I’ll do all the work, you just lay back and let me make you feel good, yeah? That’s it, good girl…”
im begging for free use headcanons, i just know Price would have you under his desk using your throat as he works through boring paperwork,
boy, do i have thoughts about free use + task force 141 dear god
❀ cw/tw: AFAB reader (AFAB anatomy, no pronouns, some femme-gendered pet names), free use, threesomes/group sex, switch reader, rigging, sadism and masochism, brat taming, cream pies, degradation, anal, mentions of weapon play, praise, body worship, daddy and mommy kink, spit, i think that’s it??, i wrote this on my phone during my lunch break so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
price’s favorite person to use you with is simon because they both have a knack for being a bit rougher than the other two therefore, leaving you a blubbering mess
soap + gaz is the perfect combo of rough sex and sweet praise. they have no problem man-handling you, gripping you tightly enough to leave marks, folding you over in positions you never thought possible, but the words that fall out of their mouths are so impossibly sweet, you almost forget how sore you’re gonna be the next day
price is the brat-tamer of the bunch, as we all know. makes you cockwarm him with two of his gloved fingers shoved in your mouth while he gives briefings. if anyone stares at you for too long and ignores his instructions, he’ll make them watch as he fucks you over his desk
simon is the rigger dom. man loves tying you up with pretty ropes. his favorite thing is suspending you from the ceiling and having everyone take turns with you, reeling at the puddle of cum and spit and sweat and tears beneath your hanging body
soap is a switch and loves when you use him as much as he uses you. isn’t really one for sadism (not really his thing, not like simon) but loves when you slap him until he’s covered in marks. even if he’s domming, he’ll coax you into leaving his back and chest covered in marks and def shows them off the next day
gaz is also a switch and is down for literally anything. huge experimentalist who wants to try anything that pops up in your head. very big on dumbification, both receiving and giving. he just wants both of you fucked silly tbh
with the exception of his punishments, price tends to be the most discreet about his usage of you, considering his position of power. it’s very rare he shares you with anyone expect simon
soap, however, often forgets what the definition of subtlety is and may have accidentally brought up incidents in front of people outside of the 141
it was easy to skirt around and evade any official punishments, but you bet your ass you and price punished him by edging him to tears
gaz is someone who believes in constant learning and progression, so he loves watching the others have their fun with you while he takes note of your reactions, what you like, what makes you scream, what makes you squirt, etc etc
needless to say, he’s the one that gets you to cum the quickest
soap has the highest stamina, often going two or three or sometimes ever four rounds with you. the most in one night was six, and you definitely had to ice the next day
simon, while he doesn’t moan much, has the best filthy talk out of all of them. absolute fucking shakespeare in bed
“there you go, love, there you fuckin’ go. god, you’re such a good little cocksleeve, you know that? fit perfectly around my cock. makes me wanna fill you up until you’re leaking. you’d let me, won’t you? be a good little whore and take every last fuckin’ drop of my cum?”
price likes to take his time. he’s a bit of a wild card—either really soft and sweet and leaving kisses all over your body, or an absolute animal tearing off your clothes
he also eats pussy the best idc what anyone else says. price worships the pussy, leaves you twitching and mewling all over his mouth and fingers
gaz? anal whore 1000%. giving, receiving, eating, fucking, fingering, man does not care. just a total butt slut and always prepped and ready to do anything anal
price and gaz together is the ultimate form of whiplash. between price’s raging daddy kink and gaz’s raging mommy kink, you’re in for a night of mayhem
gaz fucking your face, begging mommy to let him cum whole price is hitting it from behind, growling how fucking hot you look taking daddy’s cock
“bloody hell, you take daddy’s cock so well, baby. stretches you so nice. look at her, gaz. look at your mommy being such a whore for her daddy”
soap and simon together? good fucking luck, you’re gonna need it
between simon’s sadism, rigging, and weapon play kink and soap’s masochism, dacryphilia, and praise kink, your mind and body are reeling
simon loves holding a knife right above the bulge in your throat from soap’s cock. “careful now, love, don’t wanna nick ya’.”
also may or may not cum inside you and make soap fuck it back in you while he recovers for a second round
at the end of the day, you’re their favorite form of stress relief, and they take such good care of you before, during, and after a session <3
Easily fill his shoes part 2 (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
Thank you for all the love on part 1! Phillip Graves just does something to my brain that I can't explain. The way this is mapped out this could be a series if yall are interested. I had to repost this due to some technical issues.
She's got a boyfriend anyway... part 1
gn! mentions of boyfriend (no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT (shower scene)!!! swearing, pet names, cheating, sexual tension, unprotected, penetration (first time writing smut bare with me here)
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A streak of light from the open window caused you to wince awake, sitting up and looking around recalling the events from last night. Next to you, the dirty blonde Commander still sleeping. Seeing him in this setting was so intimate, sharing a bed and waking up together felt domestic, and it felt natural. Morning looked good on Graves, he looked peaceful, very different from the man you were used to seeing on missions.
Before he could wake up you slipped out of the Commander’s room, still in the borrowed shirt, as you snuck down the hallway praying not to get noticed by another Shadow member. Finally reaching your room, you rushed in, slamming the door a bit too hard in an attempt to get out of the open hallway quicker.
“Fuck me,” you mumbled to yourself, back pressed up against the door as the thought of having to explain this to your boyfriend loomed over you.
“Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”Graves' words from last night haunted you, that boyfriend problem. How were you supposed to go about this, and once you did, where did that leave you and Phillip?
The what-ifs started to give you a headache as you wandered towards the bathroom, hoping a shower would bring some clarity to the situation ahead of you. Turning towards the mirror, as you waited for the water to warm up, your infidelity was evident with the hickeys on your neck. You traced your fingers up and down the marks, recalling the feeling of the Commander connecting and tugging at your neck. As your thoughts progressed, the mirror fogged up with steam from the hot shower.
Finally slipping off Phillip’s shirt you hopped in, praying for some relief in the water. Just as you were alone with your thoughts, a knock at your door trampled your peace.
“Who is it?” you screamed from the bathroom. No answer but you heard the door opening.
“I swear to god I will kill whoever is coming here while I’m showering, fuck off”, hoping whoever it was would finally speak up. No answer again, but this time the bathroom door was being pushed open.
“If that’s how you greet the man whose bed you slept in last night, then I would hate to be your boyfriend doll”, that damn southern accent, fucking Graves, letting himself in as usual.
Your head peeked around the shower curtain, “What do you want I'm busy”, Phillip being in your bathroom while you stood naked on the other side of a thin curtain was a testament to your willpower. You were already losing the battle.
Phillip leaned up against the wall facing you in the shower, he looked too good for just waking up. He donned flannel pajama bottoms, a thin white shirt, and a gray zip-up. Your brain was fried just looking at him.
“You gonna let me join you in there or just stare at me out here”, Graves’ smirked, cursing him out in your mind, the effect he had on you was not normal.
“Only room for one, sorry Phillip”, you spat back, as you closed the shower curtain, hoping to hide from the teasing.
“I'm sure I could squeeze in somewhere darling, don't you think? Would you make room for me? I'm sure it's tight but I’ll fit”, his voice was low, he was well aware of what he was doing.
Your knees were weak, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding through your whole body, as you tried to muster up a response. Don't let him win this game, you told yourself.
“That depends Commander, how big are you?”, you heard him cough, trying to clear his throat. You peeked back out of the shower, “You alright Phillip?”, a disapproving look was thrown your way.
Your eyes wandered down Graves’ body seeing the bulge in the flannel pants growing bigger. “Eyes up here darlin’, you got a boyfriend don't forget”. Ouch, he wasn't wrong but damn did he really have to remind you? “Speaking of that boyfriend, got a chance to fix that problem?”
“I was going to soon, just hadn't gotten around to it yet, I just woke up cut me some slack,” Graves shrugged at this response like it wasn't good enough for him. He was waiting for you to say you had cut it off, you'd let him down.
“Phillip, I've been with him for 3 years, I can't just shoot him a text saying I cheated on him with my commander,”
“Hm, that's what I would've done but whatever suits you doll”, Graves winked at you, he was just trying to piss you off now. It was silent between the two of you, not sure what was going to happen next.
Before you knew it, Phillip was stripping off his jacket and white t-shirt. Your eyes widened from a combination of shock and excitement of seeing the Commander shirtless in front of you, your eyes scanned his chest and abs like it was the first time ever seeing a man.
“What are you doing Graves”, you could feel heat rising to your cheeks, and it wasn't just from the hot shower water.
“Joining you, as I said, you better make some room”, a toothy grin was shot your way as you watched as the Commander slipped off the flannel bottoms, unable to take your eyes away. It was magnetizing.
Phillip, now just in boxers, which were visibly tight around his cock. He peeled back the shower curtain to reveal where you had been hiding from his eyes. Kicking off his boxers he stepped into the shower, where you were waiting for him.
“Commander,” you whispered looking up at him.
“Shhh, you already got me testing my morals as you got a boyfriend, don't make me question getting in here with you now”, Graves mumbled back to you as his hands snaked around your waist pulling you in closer.
“Wonder who gave these to you”, Phillip brought a hand to your neck, and using the back of his fingers, he dragged up and down your bruised neck. “These ain't from that boyfriend are they?”
Your breath hitched as you watched your Commander examine you, “No…” you stuttered, struggling to get a response out, your thoughts clouded as Phillip's hands continued to pull you in.
“Yeah thought so, doubt that boyfriend could get you squirming like this”, Graves’ arrogance was through the roof. “I could easily fill his shoes ya know?”
“I’d like to see you try Graves”, the water from the shower still flowing down around the both of you. Once that sentence left your lips, Philip took it as an invitation as he pushed you against the shower wall with a feverish kiss.
Your lips tangled together, feeling hot and dizzy your hands went to his chest for some sort of balance praying your knees didn't fail you. Graves pulled back from the kiss, immediately going to work on your neck, his favorite place. Your head turned slightly giving him more room to explore, as a small moan escaped your lips.
“Good girl,” Phillip mumbled into your ear, now you were fully grasping onto his shoulders for support, eyes closed shut.
All of sudden the water stopped, your eyes shot open. Graves’ gave a reassuring look as he grabbed the underneath of your thighs lifting you up, instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he carried you into your bedroom.
Laying you onto the bed, your lips reconnected to his in another kiss. This one was different, it felt passionate, it had meant something to the both of you. “This alright sweetheart?”, you nodded back to the Commander who was over top of you.
Graves motioned you to turn around, obliging to the request you flipped onto your stomach, elevating yourself on your hands and knees. Months of sexual tension all coming apart at this moment. You felt a hand on the small of your back as Graves positioned himself as he slowly pushed inside, moans escaping both of your lips at the new sensation.
His pace started slow to give you time to adjust to his size, “Faster please Phillip”, Graves taking note grabbed the back of your hair lightly to adapt to your request. The sensation overwhelmed you, Graves took note of the way you responded to the added thrust.
“C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” your Commander grunted from behind you.
“Graves I’m close”, you started to squirm from the overwhelming pressure building. “Let it out darling, come for me”, Phillip’s words of encouragement sent you over the edge as he rode you through your high. Phillip followed shortly after, “Fuckkkkk," he stuttered as he finished, slowly pulling out.
Both of you collapsed onto the bed next to each other, both out of breath. Phillip raised an arm as you inched closer to rest your head on his chest, as his arm came down around your back holding you close to him.
“Me or him”
“You, Phillip,”
“Then break up with that boyfriend of yours now please, for me darling”.
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I hope this lived up to the expectations, I have an idea for a part 3 started already!
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