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[makemykneeshurt]

Graves having a bad day and taking his frustration out on Hawk 👀 pt 3 to Cherry Pie & Crazy Bitch 👀

Love it - I've enjoyed this series but this'll probably be the last installment :) ty for reading!!

I Keep You Up [Graves x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: You’d thought your last encounter with Phil had snuffed out most of the animosity between you, but faces old and new put you right back at square one. Who knew he was the jealous type?

TW/CW: softdom!Graves, p-in-v, fingering (fem receiving), semi-hate sex, begging, swearing, female overstim, female orgasm denial, bondage, spanking, ?dacryphilia, no enthusiastic consent, one minor instance of unfounded slut-shaming, pet name "honey," very quickly proofread. MDNI!

WC: 4.4k

A/N: please tell me we’re past Nickelback being cringe, this song just worked so good for their dynamic :’)

It was hard to focus on making rifle modifications with Graves’ eyes lighting your skin aflame from across the room and wetness pooling in your panties.

The Shadows had been working on preparations for newcomers, including a new sniper you’d be training. You’d told Graves you’d be making your firearm top-shape with a handful of the other recruits instead of meeting the newbies outside on arrival. He’d somehow shirked the responsibility of being the welcoming committee – likely telling Dipaolo some bullshit about “supervision” – and made himself comfortable at the workstation just on the other side of the room.

You were right in his eye-line.

You manipulated your fingers, fixing pins in the right order and tightening a screw, but his burning gaze slowed your movements. Unmoving head, your eyes turned upward to see him boring holes into you; his unabashed staring warmed that pit in your belly and you prayed your cheeks didn’t tinge pink.

You shook your head, returning to your work and letting the music from your earphones distract you. The distraction didn’t last long as you saw a worn, calloused hand flatten on the table directly to your right, the knuckles of the other hand brushing your spine as it rested on the back of the chair. Warm breath ghosted your ear as you slowly pulled one headphone, your gaze focusing on a rather interesting bolt that needed tightening.

“Good work with your fingers, Hawk.”

You tilted your head slightly at the connotation but refused to look at him, “Thank you, Commander.”

The silence was almost unbearable; in the times you’d slept with Graves since that night in the bar bathroom, you knew he’d have this way of getting under your skin, like the barbs of a briar patch. Everywhere you went you had little reminders of him: you could pick his drawl out of a crowd; you saw the color of his eyes in sky of every stormy day; the way the smell of the t-shirt he’d given you lingered as you slept in it - he’d all but tore yours off in a rather ferocious meet up and felt it was only fair to replace it.

Seems like you couldn’t get rid of him, too.

You felt his lips ghost the cartilage of your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your eyes darted around the room. Thankfully no one had been looking; it wasn’t that you were opposed to public affection, but the two of you had kept this under wraps so far and you weren’t about to have it spoiled by nights of HR paperwork. “Phil, not now.” you hissed under your breath.

“Relax, honey, no one saw..” he whispered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Fuck, you had to be blushing at this point. You jumped slightly at the contact, your head shaking as you looked up at him, taking in the smug smirk on his face. You merely raised your eyebrows at him, your mind starting to wander as Graves gingerly licked his lips.

The sound of the shop door opening caused him to spring back like you would burst into flames at any more contact. Dipaolo stepped in with Adams and five recruits, showing them the room and the other Shadows working on weapons as they made their way to your workstation.

“This is our fine sniper, Hawk.” Dipaolo introduced with a gesture; you rose to shake their hands, “And this here is our Commander, Phillip Graves.”

Graves took their hands, shaking them firmly and offering words of greeting as if he’d been born for this role. He’d always exhibited a commanding presence, something that you had both fought against and grown attracted to. It was like a completely different person when he greeted the recruits; he radiated authority. But over the past few weeks you’d noticed he seemed to have slacked on his expectations with the crew. Was it because of your late night affairs in his office? Had you been turning him soft?

“Chambers, you will be working with Hawk on sniper detail.” Adams nodded to a lean, dark-haired solider, “Don’t worry, she won’t bite you – not for the first week, anyways.”

You couldn’t help but let out a tittle of laughter at Adams. Having a friend like him had been indispensable; the two of you had been close since you mouthed off to a drill sergeant in efforts to stand up for him, earning you both a grueling punishment.

“Partial truth.” you wrinkled your nose with a smile, leaning into Adams slightly and patting his bicep.

The three of you chatted briefly as the others looked around the armory and met with other Shadows. You had continued leaning on Adams, enjoying the presence of your friend – he’d been gone on leave for the past two weeks so naturally you missed him. However, as the conversation continued, you felt that familiar burning burrow it’s way into the back of your head. With Adams and Chambers caught up in conversation, you tentatively peered over your shoulder.

Graves’ stare was pure contempt, a far cry from the lustful and borderline affectionate gaze minutes before. He was talking to Dipaolo as he also looked around the room, but you knew Graves was entirely focused on you. You new Adams wasn’t Graves’ favorite, and he’d always talked about how Adams was a “bad influence” on you, but the emotions he wore on his sleeve were unfamiliar and only triggered your spite. A mix of astonishment, discontent, and lust swirled in your gut. You held his fixed look, willing your face to be blank except for the stinging venom in your eyes. What was his fucking problem this time?

Graves didn’t visit you that night; it was odd considering most nights you wound up on top of him riding to your hearts’ content either on his desk or in his bed. In fact, in the days that followed, his words with seemed to be cut short and he seemed more fickle. You couldn’t help being taken slight aback at the sudden change in him, but you weren’t about to let him walk all over you.

A few days after the recruits had arrived they had begun to settle into a routine. For you and Chambers, this included practice at the outside range; he’d all but followed you like a lost puppy the first day – except much more cocky. Sure, he was funny and hot as fuck but his his arrogance masked as confidence made you nauseous.

It was a hot summer day as you made your way to the range, opting for a black cami with your usual pants and boots, the cami showing more skin than you usually did. Rifle over your shoulder, you saw Chambers had beaten you to the range. “Look at you: every boot camp wet dream.” he teased, earning a middle finger in response.

“Fuck off, Chambers, it’s too hot for this shit.”

“Apparently so are you.”

“Flattery will get you no where.” you mused, thrusting a weapon into his arms. “Hustle, we have that meeting in an hour and I want to get good practice in before it gets hotter out here”.

As the hour blew by, you and Chambers finished up and made your way over to the mess hall where the meeting was about to start. Your stomach hurt from laughter at Chamber’s elaborate joke as you rounded the corner into the hall, doubling over and bracing yourself on his shoulder.

“God, Chambers, don’t let HR hear that one or you’re gonna get a dishonorable discharge.” you huffed, clutching your side with one hand and gripping his should with the other.

You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Graves staring at the two of you, Dipaolo starting to address the group. Graves raised his eyebrows, his gaze momentarily flitting to your almost-exposed breasts as you were hunched over before jerking his head towards the seats with a furrowed brow. You made sure to give him a pointed look as you and your partner took your seats.

The briefing wasn’t long – mainly nonsense going over the rules and regulations for the newest members. Graves’ had been prattling on about re-enstating curfew with the newest mission coming up (earning groans from the audience) when Chambers leaned over and whispered, “What is this, middle school?”

You couldn’t help but snort quietly, but your stomach jumped to your throat when you heard Graves state, “Something funny, Chambers?”

He’d been talking to your partner, but Graves was looking at you instead. His icy stare made your nostrils flare a little, your eyes turn to burning embers.

“No sir, not at all.” Chambers answered, doing his best to hide a smirk; you did your best to kick his ankle, trying to get him to knock it off. You’d just gotten your first partner, you didn’t want to handle this workload alone again.

“You sure ‘bout that? Cause it sounded like–“

“He said not at all, sir.” you spoke up, doing your best to stick up for the newbie.

“I didn’t ask your opinion, Hawk.” eyes wide, you blinked at his tone.

“Oh, I know you don’t care for my opinion.” you gave a sarcastic smirk, folding your arms over your chest as a couple of the Shadows muffled snickers.

“Work duty for both of you - maybe it’ll fix those piss-poor attitudes.” Graves ordered, causing Chambers to roll his eyes; you weren’t having any of it, though.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you roared, standing and throwing your hands in the air.

“You want an NJP for improper decorum, too? Because I can make those arrangements.” he seethed.

And there he was, the familiar Commander you’d known since joining the Shadows. You knew it had been too good to be true when he’d started to show you favor after dark.

You shut your mouth, momentarily staring him down before replying curtly, “No, Commander.” Plopping back into your seat, you let your let your temper brew.

As soon as the meeting was over you, resumed your grumblings with Chambers about the bullshit work detail but didn’t get far before Graves’ vengeful presence loomed. “Hawk, my office, now.”

“Don’t you want me to start work first?” you shot back, furrowing your brow.

“Now.” he growled.

He looked like he wanted to eat you alive.

You offered Chambers a nod before following Graves toward his office, the conversations of the other Shadows growing quieter as you neared. Once you two were out of sight, Graves grabbed your bicep with such force it caused you to gasp. “What the fuck, Phil?”

“You don’t get to call me that right now.” he hissed, shoving you into the office and shutting the door behind him. “What’s your fuckin’ problem, Hawk?”

You glared at him, brow knit in confusion, “My problem? You’re the one who’s suddenly decided to go on this power trip!”

“I’m the fuckin’ Commander of this company!” he snarled, marching up to you so that your chests touched. “You’ve been a pain in my ass these past coupl’a days, and these new recruits need to know who’s in charge.”

You already knew Graves had a control issue - you’d know since your first fuck in the bar bathroom when he bent you over and whipped you with his belt. Ignoring the warmth in your belly at the memory, you shook your head, “Yeah, you’re the big man on campus - you don’t gotta tell me twice.”

“Then don’t encourage the recruits.” You paused. Why was he so fixed on them? “Or Adams.”

And there it was.

You couldn’t help but let a satisfied smirk ghost your lips, “You’re jealous.”

“Don’t be ridiculous–“

“I saw the way you looked at me with them. This is personal to you.” your blood had begun to boil.

“Don’t change the subject–“

“You’re gonna sit here and assume I’m sleeping with Chambers and Adams? Even if I was, you’re just fucking me, Phil, you’re not my husband.”

“I’m not your husband but I don’t want you spreadin’ your legs for every rookie that comes through here!”

CRACK.

You had moved before thinking, chest heaving with rage and eyes ablaze. Your palm stung and Graves clutched his cheek where you had landed a ferocious slap. You knew his words were born of insecurity and jealous, but enough was enough.

“You will never talk to me like that again.” your voice an icy whisper. Graves merely stared at you in shock before grabbing your jaw and wrist with his hands, nose-to-nose with you and hot breath fanning your face. You could tell he was scrambling for power, desperate to show you he was in control.

But that hint of lust danced across his features, his eyes starting to glaze over lightly the longer you two stayed close.

Graves growled as he released your body, knocking his desk lamp to the floor. You took this opportunity to leave, not willing to stick around for this tantrum.

“Come find me when you’re ready to act like an adult.” you sneered, turning to exit. Before you could, a firm hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you back, your body colliding with his.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy.” he muttered, breath shaky and nose wrinkled slightly as he gazed down at you.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, the feelings’ mutual.” you quipped.

Graves was quiet for a moment before continuing, “Someone seems to need an attitude adjustment..”

You felt your cheeks flush, remembering the bar bathroom.

“Be a good girl, put your hands on the desk.” Graves nodded expectantly to the desk he’d eaten you out on not that long ago. You gave him a near-hateful look to which he raised his eyebrows; he was giving you a chance to leave. You were too enticed to leave now.

You flattened your palms on the oak top as Graves stalked up behind you, his breath tickling your neck. “You’ve been misbehavin’, darlin…” his hands covered yours on the desk; the gesture would’ve been affectionate under other circumstances. This was about control. “I like to think I’m a patient man, but you’re testin’ me real good.”

“You gonna punish me, sir?” you bit through your teeth, causing him to chuckle darkly as his hand snaked your waist and slowly moved to undo your trousers.

“Haven’t you earned it?”

Most of your fucking had happened like this: snapping back at one another until the pressure broke or someone gave in. But you weren’t going to roll over so easily, not even for his fingers sliding past your waistband and dipping through your folds, causing you to shudder. It took all your power not to whimper.

“Not so fast.” Graves tutted, removing his finger from your pants and placing his hand on the back of your neck. “Bend over.”

You turned to retort, but he silenced you with his other hand covering your mouth, “Bend. Over.”

You obeyed, lowering your chest to rest on the desk with your hands splayed out on either side of your head. You heard his belt rattle as the latch came undone, and you felt a shock of heat travel straight to your core in anticipation. You felt him wriggled your pants down, exposing your plump ass; your nipples strained against the hard wooden desktop. You subconsciously wiggled your ass, the thought of the coming blows causing wetness to pool in your panties.

Suddenly, your hands were yanked back and tucked at the base of your spine; cold leather wrapped around your wrists, binding them together. You tucked your head so you could look behind you the best you could: Graves held your belt-bound wrists in one hand, the other smoothing roughly over the curves of your hips and ass. The calloused skin prickled your nerves, the occasional fingernail scratching your flesh.

Right, this was personal. A belt wouldn’t do.

“I want you to count.” he ordered, coming down on your exposed rear with a harsh slap before you could gather your thoughts. You yelped softly, your eyes clenching shut at the sting followed by a hand smoothing the sensitive area. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Bite me!” you hissed, glaring daggers at him.

“Maybe if you’re good I will - but right now, you count.” he retorted before landing another harsh slap. You bit your lip, ashamed at the arousal you felt from only two slaps to the ass. Maybe you were the one growing soft.

“One.” you bit out.

Graves spanked you over and over and over; eventually your mind went on autopilot counting as you focused your energy on not moaning the longer his assault reigned. Your wrists ached in their confines, you were sure he would notice the wetness soaking through your panties by now. Your ass had to be bruised at this point; it ached and stung like never before.

You felt tears prick at your eyes at a particularly harsh slap - what was that? Number 15, 20? - and you let a soft moan slip from your lips. Seeming pleased at this, Graves halted his movements and yanked you up by your wrists so that his chest pressed into your back, free hand moving to grope at your breasts practically spilling out of your cami.

“Now that’s a good girl.. you did so well.” he cooed, pressing a tauntingly soft kiss to your neck as he slipped his fingers up your shirt, plucking at your hardened nipples. You gasped again, arching into him.

Graves huffed in amusement, “What’re you so needy for, honey?”

“Fuck y- ahhhh!” you moaned as he rolled one between his thumb and index finger, hard enough to hurt just a little.

And oh god did it turn you on.

“Fuck you!” you groaned.

“Oh yeah?” Graves murmured into your hear, his fingers trailing from your aching nipples and teasingly sneaking into your panties. His middle finger slipped through your soaked folds, causing you to moan pathetically at the stimulation. His finger traveled up to your throbbing clit, flicking it teasingly; you bucked your hips against his finger, whining.

“Greedy girl..” he tutted, adding his index finger and circling your clit passionately.

Desire burned your veins like poison; your whole body was alight with pleasure, your anger nearly forgotten. Dropping your head back, you let yourself succumb to Graves' ministrations as he maintained his pace.

"Fuuck... fuck! I'm gonna cum!" you whined, your hips starting to meet his movements as you felt your orgasm near. You felt yourself nearing the precipice when suddenly the pressure stopped, climax fading from view. "Wh.. what?"

"Sorry, honey, I got distracted." Graves' teasing tone floated into your ears as he resumed his strokes. You nodded, letting that pleasure take over your mind once more.

You felt your stomach tighten as your orgasm built up once more, and as he had done before, the moment you thought you were going to come, he ceased his stroking and feigned apology. And a third time, and a fourth time.

You whined his name, your puffy clit growing more sensitive with every denial. You could feel your arousal coating the inside of your thighs, your panties thoroughly soaked. Any movement of Graves' fingers through your folds made the most downright filthy noises.

"Poor little thing, all wound up and release no where in sight." Graves cooed softly in your ear.

"Fuck you, Phil!" you huffed, wrists wrestling in the bounds of his belt.

“I think it’s gonna be the opposite tonight, honey.. you got your way last time.” Graves chided, hand snaking up your spine to the back of your neck with a squeeze. With a swift move, Graves had you bent back over his desk, a soft thwap following the contact of his hand with your ass. You whined at the breeze as he pulled your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles.

"You should be plenty worked up to take me, huh?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear - a stark contrast to the orgasm denial, spanking, and bondage. You could only nod pathetically, desperate for any form of contact to usher in your release.

You heard him fumbled with his pants as one hand held your bound wrists. A moment later, you moaned as two thick fingers stroked your folds to gather the wetness there; you heard him hiss as he coated his length with your arousal.

"If you're good to me," he tapped the head of his cock against your entrance, causing you to pant like a dog, "I'll be good to you." he punctuated his sentence by thrusting into you so deep that he was fully seated in the first stroke.

The moan you let you had to be the loudest, most illicit sound you'd ever made. Graves' own tone matched yours at the pulsing of your walls, already overstimulated from his relentless fingering. One hand gripped the back of your neck, holding you in place, while the other practically slammed the oak desk as it landed, splayed out bedside your head as he began a brutal pace.

It was clear Graves was getting himself off first, using you to get there. And something about him throwing you around and using you caused your walls to tighten more.

"Shit!" he cursed, the only sound in the office his panting, strings of pathetic moans from your lips, and the slap of his pelvis meeting your raw ass.

Your cunt sucked him in like a vise begging for release; with every thrust his cockhead kissed your cervix. Your battered pussy made sounds you swore only existed in pornography, an attestation to your pleasure.

Face pressed into the desk, you felt wetness gathering near the corner of your mouth - were you fucking drooling? You felt your mind grow hazy and you began to squirm, the overstimulation becoming too much to bear. Your first plea was almost too quiet to be noticed, but Graves noticed everything about you.

"What was that, darlin'?" he muttered, slapping your ass. You cried out as tears pricked your eyes once more.

"Please... please!" his thrusts continued, assault relentless. You'd noticed his pace had become sloppy, indicating he was close.

"Please what? Use your words..." he admonished through huffing breaths.

"Please let me come!" you begged, a tear sliding down your cheek, orgasm the only thing on your mind.

As if the pleading was the trigger, Graves came with a loud grunt, riding out his high and painting your insides. He didn't waste time after he finished; he lifted you from the desk and unbound your hands, only to re-bind them in the front before turning you around and laying on the desk.

"What do you need, honey?" he asked, lining his still-hard length back up with your entrance and lifting your bound hands over your head, now chest-to-chest with you. God that man had stamina.

"J-just touch me!" you begged, back arching as you felt his cockhead notch against your clit. Graves nodded, sliding his cock into your aching, weeping cunt with a gasp.

His deft fingers made their way to your clit, having learned your body like a roadmap. He gingerly but diligently circled the sensitive bud. You felt as if someone had lit a match behind your eyes, pleasure lighting your skin aflame and setting your nerves on fire. Strings of curses and moans fell from your lips like they were worship.

"Oh, fuck yes!" you cried out, finally feeling that orgasm drawing near. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease let me come..." you whined, hoping he wouldn't deny you again.

"It's alright, I gotcha..." Graves murmured, his forehead touching yours as he sped his finger movements up. When he pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy, ardent kiss, you felt something melt inside of you at the act of intimacy.

That little act of intimacy hurtled you right into the most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced.

Your mouth fell open in an airy, fervent moan and your back arched as you came. Graves' lips brushed gently on yours, not quite a kiss but a remind that he was here, helping you ride out that orgasm after denying it so long. As your pussy milked him dry, Graves found his own release for a second time, finishing with a final harsh thrust into you.

The two of you stayed in this position, basking in the post-coital air; his forehead touched yours, lips gently ghosting yours as you both recollected your breaths and minds.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, gently sitting you up and wrapping you in a blanket from his desk chair as he unbound your hands. You nodded, still too fucked-out to really string a sentence together. "Are you sure, honey?"

Honey. That nickname had become so endearing in the time he'd used it on you. You'd come to realize he only used it in times he was truly addressing you out of endearment.

Graves gently held your face in both of his hands, stroking your red cheeks with his thumbs. You met his gaze, suddenly full of emotion, "You have no reason to be jealous, Phil."

His eyebrows knit together as he held your gaze, his eyes soft as you continued, "You're the only one I..." you stopped, unsure how to finish the sentence. But he seemed to pick up on whatever you were thinking.

"Didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not in any way I didn't like." you blushed, turning your face to hide a bashful smirk. Graves couldn't help but chuckle at the sudden shyness, but spoke with all seriousness.

"Honey, I will never touch you in a way you do not want, understand?"

You gazed up at him, searching his face for any type of malice and found none. "I'm sorry I slapped you."

"I think I deserved it that time." he chuckled.

You nodded, taking a moment to bask in his presence before noticing the time, "God, Phil! It's two in the morning! We've gotta be at 0600."

Graves glanced over at his clock and huffed, shaking his head. "What can I say? You certainly know how to keep me up." he grinned, helping you stand and slide your pants back on. "Just come stay with me tonight, I'll make sure you're up."

"Not gonna give me work duty if I'm late, are you?" you teased.

"Mmm, I don't think so. I think Chambers gets that task all on his own."

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Late night comforting.

Phillip Graves x innocent Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader and Phillip had been dating for a short period of time. This was her first proper relationship in a while, the last one had been years and years ago, in college. Knowing how experienced Phillip is made her nervous, so he thought he could calm you down after a long day of work.. introducing you to a different side of him you never knew about..

CW: comfort, smut, dom/sub undertones, soft to rough, check-ins, oral, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, hair pulling, begging, heavy teasing, multiple orgasms, mutual orgasm, implied aftercare.

A/N: Hey! It's been a while since I've written anything here, I've been working on this one for a while now.. I haven't really had a feeling to write so much lately, so the ending might be a little rushed. Anyways, thank you so much for all the love I've been getting. You are all so important, thank you. <3

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You felt exhausted after coming back from work, you never knew office work could be so tiring.. Either way you felt calm stepping into the apartment, seeing your boyfriends shoes sitting neatly in place, smelling the takeout he ordered, just knowing he was home made you feel more calm.

"Phillip?" You called out as you dropped your bag on the ground, slipping your shoes and jacket off. You heard a small mumble across the room, you wandered into the living room seeing him on the couch with a beer bottle in hand. As you walked behind him and hugged his neck you smelled him, and oh god he smelled good. Even after a long day working with his shadows or whatever, he smelled so intoxicating. His cologne, small hint of sweat and his natural smell, it was so sweet.

You kissed his neck, getting a small hum from him as you did. He kissed your cheek and you smiled into his neck, soon you nearly jumped over the back of the couch, leaning onto him as you sighed in relief.

"How was work darlin'?" His voice sounded a little worn out, maybe from not talking, maybe from talking too much. You lightly looked up at him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Exhausting.. Too much paperwork, too much socializing.." You spoke, yawning as you cuddled against him on the couch. He gave a small huff, you could hear the smirk in his tone as he spoke. "Rough day then huh? Need to relax?" He kissed your forehead as he pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you and just keeping you close to him.

"I just wanna cuddle.." You mumble into his chest as you lean in, you wiggle around so you're facing towards him, leaning onto his chest with your eyes on his. He just smiled and stroked your hair, it was sweet, he was always so gentle with you.. Even when you knew what he did for a job..

He smirked as he pulled you up slightly, kissing you deeply as his hand moved to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him. His lips were soft, yet they felt rough, you loved the way he kissed you, so hungrily.. yet so passionately..

You straddled him, moving to sit on his lap as you kissed, he eased his tongue in and you didn't hesitate one bit to let him in. You couldn't help the small quiet moan escape into his mouth, he smirked against your lips as his hands travelled down to your waist, to your hips, to your ass.

In one swift move he stood up, making you yelp and grab onto him as he lifted you up with him. You giggled as he carried you into the bedroom, kissing you as he did.

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He gently sat you on the bed, crawling on top of you as you kept kissing, his hand travelled around your body, stopping on your waist as he broke the kiss, you were both a little breathless as you looked at each other. He moved to your neck, kissing and lightly sucking on it as he travelled down, his hand moved to unbutton your blouse. You moved your hands to the back of his head, gripping his blonde hair as he smirked against your neck.

His movements were slow, careful and soft. Like he was treating you as gentle as a peace of thin glass. He muttered sweet nothings as his kisses moved down to your collarbone, your blouse had been moved aside somewhere across the bed. He his hands moved to your waist, then to your jeans. His hand slowly pulling your zipper down as he kissed lower and lower.

He got to your chest as he kissed and nipped your skin. Your breathing grew as he traveled down, occasionally looking up to see any signs of disagreement.

"Lift your hips." He muttered against your stomach, you did as you were told and just like that he pulled your jeans down and threw them on the floor. He could feel your nervousness as his hand moved to pull your panties down. He kissed your lower stomach as he looked up at you, his blue eyes giving you all the reassurance you needed.

He muttered something that sounded something close to "sweet jesus.." as he exposed your cunt, you were practically soaked. You felt his hot breath on your cunt as you closed your eyes, the anticipation was so sweet. His hand curled around your thighs as he tasted you, groaning at your wetness. You couldn't help the small sigh leave your lips as his skilled tongue swiped through your folds. He knew exactly how you wanted, needed this. He could tell just by the mere fact that you were grinding your hips so you could feel more.

"Eager now, are we? Relax baby.." He smirked as he began to eat you out, his tongue every now and then swirling on your clit, making your breath hitch and hands grip the sheets tighter.

The moans you made were straight out lewd, and so were the squelching of your cunt as he devoured you. You felt his hand slither from under you to your opening, he teasingly circled them around just to get a reaction out of you, and just like that.. He did.

You bucked your hips towards his fingers, he smirked against your cunt and slowly pushed two of his digits in all the way to the knuckle. You moaned at the sweet feelings of is fingers as he slowly pumped them in, continuing his attack on your clit with his tongue. Every now and then his fingers curled, hitting that oh so sweet spot inside that made you whine and tremble. He knew just the spots that made you mewl for him.

His hand picked up its speed on so did his tongue, he knew you like the back of his hands, and the way you shuttered and moved to grip his hair signaled him to know that you were close. So close.. You just needed that one little push..

"Not yet baby.. not yet"

The whine you let out was straight out pornograbhic, you could tell by the huff he let out that he was smirking. He slowly pulled his digits out with a small squelch that made your face flush red. The way he made you melt into his hands was incredible, the fact that with just his hands and mouth, he had you trembling underneath him..

He sat up between your thighs, a subtle smirk on his face as he watched your bare body under him. His eyes lingered on yours as you breathed out shakily.

"You alright?" He asked as he caressed your thigh. Your mind was rushing at the thought of him, the way he looked at you, down on you.. God, he was amazing..

You lightly nod, and his smirk turns into a sweet smile. He flips you around effortlessly and pulls your ass flush to his hips. You yelp at the sudden switch of positions, and you lean onto your hands, trying to look back at him over your shoulder.

"I wanna try something out, baby.. is that okay?" You nod, not even slightly hesitant. "Tell me to stop if you need to, yeah?"

Once again, you nod. You hear the unbuckling of his belt and then his hardness on your slit, making you gasp and bite your lip, the tension building up. He pushes in, and oh god the stretch was so good..

Then, something he had never done before, he slams in in one push. You gasp as the overwhelming fullness hits you. You rest onto your hands, your back arching as you grip onto the sheets. He starts moving in a fast pace, his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him, hitting the best spots in you.

The build-up was too quick, way too quick. You barely had time to brace yourself before you were trembling under him. "Phil- m'cum-.. f-fuuck..!" He slowed down just slightly as he felt you squeeze on him. You heard a slight chuckle as he soon picked up his pace again, making your hands fly to his hips, trying to stop him in a way.

He grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back as you moan and whine under him. The overstimulation was so intense, like the build-up was gone, leaving you falling constantly. "A-ah-! Too m-.. too much-fuck please..!" You mewl as he keeps going, this was so different from everything before.. but this was so much better..

The growl he left out was almost too predatory like. "You can take it.. come on, say it.. fuck.. you can take it baby can't you?"

You moaned at his words as that knot snapped again. You squeezed and shook on him, making him groan in response.

"Taking me so well, baby.. so so well." He breathed out, picking up his speed again. He held your wrists behind your back with one hand as he reached to pull your hair, making you gasp and moan so much that it would quite literally put a pornstar to shame.

"Please.. p-please- I cant-!" You moaned as he fucked you brainless against the mattress.

He pulled your back flush against him, holding you by your hair as he kept rutting into you. It was so much.. but it was so good.

You kept moaning and whining as he rammed into you. Soon, you felt his hips flutter just slightly as his pace faltered. "One more baby.. fuck.. give me one more.."

You mindlessly moaned at his words as you fell down that familiar edge once again. It was pure ecstacy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you heard him groan and even let out a small moan. He was so aggressive yet in such a way that it felt sweet..

It didn't take long for him to spill inside of you with a loud groan. He pulled out and oumped himself, making him let out a few spurts on your back. He let go of your hair, causing you to fall on the bed as he breathed heavily with you.

There was a moment of silence between you two. Only heavy breathing going around the room.

"You alright..?" He finally spoke out, you felt a shift in the sheets as I apparently got up from the bed.

You nodded into the sheets as your legs trembled. Your whole body felt spent, your mind still foggy from the intensity of it. He chuckled at the sight of you just laying there, he was proud of the fact that this was all his doing..

"I'll run you a bath baby.. let me get you a towel too.." He says as your eyes close, bringing you some relaxation to the moment as you drift off..

[makemykneeshurt]

Fever Pitch [Ghost x Fem!Medic!Reader] Pt 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: You’re a combat medic working with the 141. The animosity between you and Ghost has reached a fever pitch, as well as your attraction to him. Rules have been broken and there’s no going back. Now you two must deal with the fallout.

CW/TW: Torture, blood, mentions of brain matter, angst, swearing. Dead family. THIS IS A HUGE VIOLENCE/BLOOD/GORE WARNING. The paragraphs containing depictions of these topics have had the first few words colored in red as a warning, and once the words are red again you’re in the clear until the next set!

WC: Almost 5.0k

fe·ver pitch • /ˈfēvər ˌpiCH/ (noun) — a state of extreme excitement

The 141 was a natural team, a band of brothers who flowed with precision and determination. They were witness to one another’s strengths, flaws, vices, and weaknesses. They experienced the kind of trauma that seals a bind between among people and had borne witness to the PTSD it left behind. But what Ghost and Soap had was different: wordless conversations carried them through missions, interrogations, training sessions, and long nightmare-fueled midnights. Soap would readily admit he admired Ghost if someone asked, Ghost might do the same under extreme circumstances. Regardless of time or situation, they were brothers for life. Soap didn’t even think his friend had any vices or weaknesses until now.

Until you.

When they heard the explosion, not even having reached the objective, Ghost had been the first to tell Price they needed to fall back – something in his gut screamed wrong wrong wrong. Soap sat beside his Lieutenant waiting for orders when your voice had crackled over the radio. He saw the look in Ghost’s eyes: that kind of look when life begins to crumble underneath your feet.

Without any hesitation the team journeyed back to the rendezvous point, your last words warning this operation was a trap. Soap watched Ghost’s tense body every step of the way, the very definition of a military machine: precise, deadly, focused.

When they returned to the rendezvous point and saw the wreckage of the smoldering humvee, smelled the burning flesh, the team made a quick sweep around the area. You were now where to be found, and Price found Roger’s charred corpse hanging from the driver’s seat.

“Christ…” he huffed, scanning the surroundings.

“Where the fuck is she?” Ghost had hissed, searching for signs of your existence.

“L.T.! Over here!” Soap called out, picking up Roger’s dog tags next to a smashed radio. The dirt was scuffed up indicating a struggle. Soap had turned to his comrade, holding up the tags and radio with no medic in sight.

Discarded not far from Soap’s feet were your fanny pack with medical supplies, holster, and the gun Ghost had given you. As he bent down to pick up the gun, Ghost’s stomach turned in on itself.

“We find her, and we find her now.” Price ordered.

But they didn’t find you. And they were forced to retreat without you.

That was how they found themselves camped out in the living room of a safe house that night with no way home and no medic. Price had already alerted the base to the situation and base dispatched a crew to pick them up, but everyone was far from eager.

“With all due respect, Cap’n, wer not leavin’ a team member behind.” Soap stated, folding his arms. Price had broke the news the team was returning to base without you.

Everyone had been shocked to say the least, but Price said there was no way to find out where you had been taken right now and the team couldn’t afford to scavenge every nook and cranny if this objective was a trap.

“While I’d normally agree with you, we have no idea what we’d be walking into or where she is. And I can’t afford to lose anyone else…” Price said, arms folded over his chest. He remained quiet for a moment with a pained look in his eyes before sighing, “We move out now.”

Soap nearly levitated when Ghost’s fist went flying through the drywall beside him; the team stared but no one said a word.

“Everything alright, son?” Price asked with a bite to his words. Ghost merely stared at Price, Soap noticing a dark fire in his eyes.

“Yes, sir.” he said shortly.

“Ride will be here in five, be ready to go.” Price ordered, Ghost leaving the room the instant they were dismissed.

Soap followed, finding him tucked in the corner of what used to be a dining room, back against the wall as he carefully peered out of the window.

“L.T.”

Ghost only shot him a sideways glance.

“It’s not yer fault.” Soap placed a hand on his shoulder to no response - no words and no lean into his hand. Soap was quiet a moment longer before squeezing his friend’s bicep. “Riley.. it is not yer fault.”

Soap noticed the faintest lip twitch under that balaclava, his eyes devoid of any positive feeling or redeeming qualities. He knew Ghost well enough to know he would raze the ground if it meant bringing you back. You all were a family, but he saw something different between you two. Soap stepped closer and lowered his voice.

“I see the wae ya look at her, L.T.. I’m not blind, you’ve been spending more time with ‘er… I’ve seen you leavin’ her room at night.” Something akin to embarrassment seemed to flash over Ghost’s eyes, “but she’s family now, too. When the time comes, I’ll help ya get her back.”

A simple understanding nod from Ghost was all he needed.

Two days went by. No word, no sound, nothing. In those two days Ghost had spent all his time training himself to the point of exhaustion; if he wasn’t training, he was sequestered in his room denying any company.

Alone. He was alone again.

This had been the cycle before he closed himself off: alone, meet someone, grow close, develop… something, have them ripped away, alone. Platonic, romantic, etcetera, it didn’t matter. Anyone he came to care for would always get snatched from his grasp when he wasn’t looking. The 141 had been the exception, but even then there were days they wouldn’t always be around.

Knuckles raw and bruised from punching – a punching bag, a wall (a small dingy red spot had developed on one particular wall by his bed), other team members during training —Ghost sat on his bed with his head in his hands, doubling back over every action that day. He had seen the look in your eyes and regretted not kiss— not saying goodbye or ‘see you later.’ What had he done wrong? What could’ve he done to prevent this? Were you alive?

“Fuck!” he cursed, fist connecting with the painted cinderblock wall without so much as a grunt. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Soap appeared in his doorway.

“Hey, L.T... thought I’d come check on ya, you’ve gone dark since..” he trailed of, stepping in the room and slowly stepping over to his Lieutenant. Noticing the bloody marks on the wall and Ghost rubbing his knuckles, Soap offered up a sympathetic look.

“You wannae talk about it?”

“No’ particularly, Johnny.” Soap sat down beside Ghost quietly, head bowed and eyes one the ground.

“We’ll get ‘er back, L.T. She’s one o’ us now.”

Ghost finally looked over at him, pained eyes peering through the mask. Soap did his best to muster up a minuscule smile yet he felt the same foreboding feeling in his gut. The two of them sat there, not speaking to each other; sometimes the best thing you could do for a friend was the sit in silence with them.

The silence didn’t last long as thundering footsteps found the entrance to Ghost’s room, knuckles rapping quickly on the door. The door opened without waiting for a response, Gaz poking his head into the room.

“Guys, you need to come quick! We’ve got something.”

Ghost didn’t hesitate in following after Gaz, nearly barreling over him at they jogged to the debriefing room. As they got closer, unfamiliar voices and crying could be heard echoing; the sound seemed to be separated from reality, floating through the air like a phantom. It was enough to make Soap’s hair stand on edge.

The trio came into the room, seeing Price sat down in front of a laptop screen watching something, a small black flash drive stuck into the side. Alejandro, Rudy, and Manuel stood around him watching as well. Was Manuel crying? When Ghost, Soap, and Gaz came peeling into the room, Price looked up, eyes sunken in and grave-looking.

“You boys need to take a look at this.” he muttered, replaying the video.

On the screen, a figure sat tied to a chair with their hands bound behind their back and ankles to the legs of the chair, a black sack covering their head. The clothing was torn and dirty in multiple areas, a couple of small blood spots on the chest and stomach area as if it had dripped from the person’s face. Once masked figure stood behind the chair next to a tiny table with numerous blades and tools on it. Another figure was talking, words such as ‘cease activity’ and ‘stop snooping’ and ‘or else' floating around.

Ghost knew an hostage tape when he saw one.

“We don’ know tha’s her.” Soap shook his head, projecting hope. Price held up a hand as if to warn him to wait.

The two masked men continued to gesture and speak for another minute before the one closest to the chair pulled the black sack off, revealing your face, mouth gagged by a strip of cloth tied around your head. There was a large cut from your bottom lip to your chin, dark dried blood cracking around it; your eyes were sunken and one was blotched with purple and yellow hues; old blood stains trailed from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Had you been coughing up blood?

Soap heard Ghost’s breathing grow heavy and shaky, using the last bit of self control he had to not break the nearest piece of furniture.

The man bedside you picked up a knife from the table and held it to your throat threateningly as his co-conspirator’s voice rose, the words ‘back off, or else..’ echoing in the small room you were in. The man with a knife slowly drug it across your throat, not hard enough to do serious harm but enough that a small line of red appeared causing you to hyperventilate and whimper.

“I’ve seen enough.” Ghost growled. Price turned the computer around, lowering the sound and replaying it.

“I’ve watched it five times already, tryin’ to find out where this is.” he sighed running a hand through his hair.

“Where’d this come from, Cap’n?” Soap exhaled, heart thudding in his chest.

“Couple of our soldiers from patrol, Dugan and Gaines, I think. Says a contact in town had information for ‘em. I’ve already sent him back out to go find this person - they have to have some connection if they were able to get this flash drive.” Price folded his arms over his chest. No one spoke, unsure of what to say. Manuel and Rudy continued watching the video.

“What’s our plan?” Ghost’s icy tone punctuated the silence. Price looked up to the Lieutenant, eyebrow raised. “For Chrissake, Cap’n, we can’t leave ‘er there.”

“Don’t you think I know that, Riley?” Price practically exploded, standing up with enough force to knock his chair back. “She was my responsibility, too!”

“Captain, I know this place…” Manuel muttered, all eyes flashing to him. “Sergeant Major, can you please rewind a little?”

Rudy did so, backing up to just after your torturer tossed the knife down on the tray. Manuel pointed to a sliver of a sign, no words visible but a symbol of three triangles in the corner.

“There! That sign – I worked in that clinic during my residency! It was closed for lack of funding, it’s the old Trinity Clinic!” A semblance of relief flashed over his face as Price also peered at the video.

“Yer a godsend, doc..” Soap huffed, running a hand over his mohawk.

“Looks like Dugan and Gaines also found a lead for us,” Price said, glancing at his phone, “It’s not his contact, it’s better. A cartel member.”

The Trinity Clinic was abandoned, not even you or your torturers left behind; it must’ve been a trick to throw the team off. However, the cartel member caught by Dugan and Gaines would prove to be useful.

The team plus Manuel had set up camp an hour drive into the desert from the clinic. A tent was set up separately for interrogation, the sun sinking below the horizon as Price tried everything to crack the subject. When he exited the tent, scratching the back of his head, he looked to Soap and Ghost who were standing nearby. Ghost stood intimidatingly, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl evident despite this mask.

“Lieutenant?” Price called his attention, “Make him answer.”

“Gladly.” he growled, entering the tent with Soap in tow, merely there for backup.

There was a bright floodlight in front of the man, kept on to deprive him of sleep. He was tied to the chair in the same manner you had been, except his chest was also bound to the back of the chair. The man had a couple bruises on his face, Price having done what he could within his bounds.

“Seems like you’ve been keepin’ secrets from us.” Ghost muttered, malice dripping from his tongue. Soap stood beside the floodlight, arms crossed as he watched Ghost squat so he was eye-to-eye with the man.

“Your captain didn’t have the balls to break me, I highly doubt you’ll get anywhere.” he smiled smugly. Ghost let out a near silent but deadly laugh.

“The thing is,” he lowered his voice, glaring at the man in the chair, “My cap’n follows the rules. Me? I don’ give two shits about some fuckin’ rules.”

His final word was followed by a sharp, cupped slap to the man’s ear, causing him to cry out in pain; blood slowly began to trickle from the ear.

“Where is she?” Ghost said, hands braced on the arms of the chair so he boxed his opponent in. “Hey, cunt, I only hit one ear so I know you can ‘ear. I said, where is she?”

Having regained his senses, the man gave Ghost the evil eye.

“You think that’s gonna break me?”

“No, but I know what can.” Ghost replied. With lightening quick reflexes, Ghost pulled out a knife – your knife that you usually carried with you – and sunk it into the man’s thigh, causing him to wail. Blood slowly seeped from the wound as Ghost slowly dug it around, careful to not knick any important blood vessels.

“Fuck!” the man cried out, fighting against his restraints.

“My cap’n is a good man.. me? Not s’much, but I am goin’ easy on ya.” Ghost halted the knife, allowing for the man to respond. “Tell me, where is she?”

“Eat shit.” the man spat on Ghost’s hand, saliva mixed with traces of blood from Price’s hits to his face. He was putting up a good front, but Soap could tell Ghost was wearing him down. In response, Ghost slowly wiped the fluid from his mask, inspected it before flicking it off of his fingers with a chuckle. He quickly removed the knife from one leg and immediately stuck it in the other, this time sinking in dangerously close to the bone.

“Where is she?” his tone almost drowned out the howl of pain. The man’s body was tense with pain, shaking and drooling from shock. With no answer, Ghost sighed.

“Have it your way.”

Ghost pulled out the pistol he’d also given you, grabbing the man by the jaw and placing the barrel against his forehead, inciting panicked whimpers from him.

“Where?”

Again, no response. Ghost moved the barrel just barely above his head and firing, the sound deafening any other in the tent before placing the hot barrel back against his temple.

“Oh f-fuck, fuck! The town!” he cried.

“WHAT TOWN?” Ghost yelled, shaking his jaw, eyes wild and full of rage.

Soap almost didn’t hear the name of the town over Ghost’s breathing, but he knew his Lieutenant did.

“In the jail!” the man sobbed. Ghost withdrew the gun from the bawling subject and turned on his heel, exiting the tent. Soap glared at the man in the chair in silence, a small red circle on his forehead from the force of Ghost pressing the barrel against it. Mere seconds later, Ghost re-entered, firing multiple times at the man, striking him in the chest causing the chair to tip over. He then stood over the man’s body and fire three more times into his skull, blood spattering across his clothes.

Ghost stood there, heaving as Soap cautiously approached his friend.

“L.T.” he placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, bringing the skull-masked man back to reality. Ghost slowly turned his head from the dead man in front of him to Soap, his breath shaky. “Price is getting Gaz. Rudy, Alejandro, and Manuel will back us up.”

Ghost let out a heavy exhale, as if a weight had been lifted when the man said the name of the town you were in. Soap offered him a confident grin, as he braced his forearm with his.

“Let’s go get her.”

Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost made their way to the ghost town the cartel man had revealed. They’d expected significant security but were pleasantly surprised to find little personnel at the abandoned jail. They easily picked off the outside patrols and made their way inside.

The cartel members seemed they hadn’t been expecting Price and his men because as they entered the room, panic ensued. One man yelled out someone’s name but was cut short as he and his companion were mowed down. They swept around the main level of the small jail, not finding any other people. Had they been mislead? The team remained quiet, listening for any other signs of movement.

That was when they heard it, the faintest cry of a trapped and injured animal.

“GHOST!”

Ghost’s head whipped around in the direction of your voice. Soap noticed the look in his eyes: a feral predator, a wild animal ready to tear limb from limb.

“Ghost, Soap, go! We’ll stay here.” Price said, urging them on. Ghost didn’t hesitate.

The two of them ran in the direction of your voice, leading them to a stairwell descending down into a basement. The basement was cinderblock, a dingy lightbulb hanging by a string providing the only light. In middle of the room sat a chair, ropes hastily cut and pooling around it on the floor. A small chest sat nearby with blood rags and tools. Nearby a small door opened into a hallway, sounds of a struggle echoing.

“Go! I’ve got yer back!” Soap said, facing up the stairwell.

Ghost ran down the hall, now appearing to be a makeshift escape tunnel. As he got closer to the sounds of the scuffle his feet met a different floor, likely the building next door. Coming around the corner, he met a sight that caused his heart to seize in his chest.

You were alive but not well. Your clothes were still torn and bloodied; you were barefoot and limping slightly, one ankle slightly swollen and bruised; the bloody gag that had been around your mouth had fallen to your neck, you’d been able to wriggle it off to call out for help; your eye was bruised worse than it had been, but thankfully not swollen; trails of blood at various stages of drying coated your neck. The man holding you had one hand covering your mouth, the other with a pistol pointed at your head as you whimpered.

“Stop! I will shoot her!” he hissed, pressing the barrel against your temple. You looked to Ghost, eyes pained yet dull. Your hands gripped at your opponents arm, trying to pull them from your mouth.

“Don’ do anything stupid.” Ghost growled, his gun also poised to shoot.

“It was stupid coming here!” he laughed, pointing the gun at Ghost instead of you. Ghost noticed the concrete steps behind him and a storm door; he’d been trying to flee with you.

“Wha’ business you have with ‘er?”

“Let’s say she’s a bargaining chip.. you all have been sticking your noses in places they don’t belong.” he replied. Ghost watched as you lifelessly stared at him, not even bothering to wriggle your way out. Had you lost your fight? “But now I have a Lieutenant in front of me.. perhaps you’d be a more suitable trade.”

Ghost seemed to ponder this.

“If I go wit’ you, you’ll let ‘er go?” Ghost watched you carefully, noticing some blood slipping between the man’s finger’s covering your mouth.

“If you come with me, I will let her and the rest of your friends go.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, your quite outnumbered.” More blood continued seeping through his fingers, his digits started to slip a little.

“That’s what you think. One of us slipped away to send a message, we’ll have reinforcements coming and you’ll-“

The man’s sentence was cut short as Ghost watched his hand slip enough from your mouth that you sunk your teeth in, tearing flesh and causing blood to erupt as he yowled in pain. You found the knife in the man’s belt, pulling it out and sinking it into his leg near his crotch. He dropped his gun in effort to grip at his leg and shoved you to the floor, unmoving.

Unsure if you hit your head, Ghost moved in, rage taking over as he wanted to get his bare hands on this man that had the audacity to lay a finger on you. They hit the floor as they wrestled, landing blows on one another; despite appearances the man was strong than expected. He managed to maneuver Ghost into a headlock, squeezing to cut off his air. Ghost’s eyes flew around in a panic, trying to locate you as he slowly smothered.

Where were you?

He started to writhe, lungs burning as the man tightened his arms. It wasn’t supposed to go like this; you were supposed to make it out. Spots started forming in his vision, his face started tingling. He’d promised you that you would be okay. He wanted to tell you–

Ghost’s thoughts were halted at a piercing BANG, the grip on his neck loosening allowing air to rush into his lungs. Regaining his vision and heaving for air, he whipped around quickly and saw you on your knees behind them, pistol outstretched in the direction of the man’s head. Bits of brain matter spattered on your chest, a dash of blood streaked your face. The look on your face was familiar, he’d seen it before.

This wasn’t your first kill.

Your solemn gaze turned to Ghost and almost immediately softened. You sobbed softly as he shuffled over to you and brought you into his arms.

“I’ve got ya now, love.” he whispered. You blubbered quietly, the adrenaline starting to leave your body. “Let’s get you outta here. Can you walk?”

Unable to walk fast enough, Ghost picked you up so that you were chest to chest with your arms and legs around him. Carrying you as if you weighed nothing, Ghost met back with Soap who gently stroked the back of your head as you passed him.

You wanted to sob from relief upon seeing Gaz and Price but didn’t have the energy. They moved in a group to shield one another, the rumbling of the humvee growing louder as you grew closer. You heard the doors of a humvee open as Ghost climbed in with you, cradling you in his lap once he sat down.

“Ghost, may I see her wounds?” Manuel asked, kneeling in front of you as the doors closed and the humvee rolled on. You felt Ghost’s grip tighten a little.

“She’s stable.” his tone nearly possessive.

“L.T., it’s just the doc.. she’s fine now.” you heard Soap whisper to him. Slowly and begrudgingly, Ghost released his grip and let you sit in the floor between his legs as Manuel examined your ankle. You felt one of his large hands linger on your shoulder as if to remind you he wasn’t going anywhere.

Tension seemed to dissipate as everyone settled back in at base, but due to your kidnapping and potential breach you all would be moving back to the main base and taking time off while Laswell and Price re-strategized.

Manuel treated your wounds, thankfully nothing life threatening: busted lip, black eye, couple of fractured ribs. Your ankle wasn’t broken thank god; the cartel member had kicked it in effort to stop your escape in the basement mid-sprint. The worst was one of your back teeth had been pulled; Manuel started you on antibiotics but dental work would come after returning to the main base in a few days.

One might argue the worst part was your mental trauma from the ordeal.

You were always good about putting on a face, but in the restless nights you felt their knuckles connecting with your jaw or the knife running across your throat. You weren't a stranger to PTSD, but caring for those struggling with it and experiencing it yourself were two different things.

You did your best to create some sense of normalcy as you hobbled your way around the smaller base despite the mother-henning of your team, trying to resume normal life as much as possible and looking forward to returning home for a few weeks of leave.

If Soap and Gaz didn’t smother you first.

“Guys, seriously, I’m okay.” you chuckled, stepping into your room, planning to tuck in for the night.

“Are ya sure, lass? We don’ mind helping one wee bit.” Soap prodded, he and Gaz standing in the doorway.

“Yeah, we really don’t mind.” Gaz chimed in. You smiled, pinching their cheeks. Such sweethearts.

“Boys, I’m fine, I promise I would ask for help if needed it. Goodnight.” With that you shut the door, leaning back on it with a sigh. You heard their footsteps recede and began making your way to your bed, not bothering to change out of your sweats and tank top. Your eyes fell to the picture on your desk, unmoving from the first day you'd set it there.

Your sister.

You ran over the best you could and picked it up, clutching it to your chest with a shaky inhale. What had it been, five years now? You felt soft tears flow down your cheeks as you held the small wooden frame, the weight of the world starting to crumble on you when you heard your door open.

"Johnny, Kyle, I said I'm-" you whipped around, ready to strangle the two men. The door closed as soon as it opened.

Ghost's frame took up nearly the whole door panel. As soon as it clicked close, he yanked off the mask like it was suffocating him. His skin was flush, dark circles under his tired eyes, cropped blonde hair tousled like it hadn't been washed in days. You set the picture back down on the desk, your eyes not leaving his.

"Riley..." you murmured, slowly starting to shuffle towards him. Instantly, as you took your first step, his long strides carried him to meet you where you were.

His hands started to cup your face but retracted, unsure if this was the right move; you grabbed his hands, placing them on your wet cheeks. Thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones, eyes searching, his body pressed against yours. You inhaled softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as his familiar scent drifted to your nose.

Leather. Metal. Embers.

"Riley... I-"

"It's Simon."

Your eyes flew open returning to meet his. You saw nothing but raw vulnerability, his very inner layers exposed to you. You knitted your eyebrows, unsure what he was saying.

"W-what?"

"My name... it's Simon." he choked out. You saw the corners twinkle as tears formed. You let out a soft breath, feeling the corner of your mouth tug upward.

"Simon..." you whispered, testing it on your lips. Simon leaned into you as if uttering his name released long-held tension. You repeated it, softly as if your words would scare him off. Instead, he nodded gently, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Tha's my name, love." he smirked, caressing your face gently. He uttered your name in return, nervously placing a kiss to your forehead. You leaned into the kiss, slowly tilting your head upward; Simon understood your guidance, his lips softly pressing to yours. This kiss wasn't like the ones before: in the past it was all teeth and panting breaths; this time, his touch was so gentle as if you would disappear, as if you would be taken hostage again and you wouldn't come back.

Your breath fanned his lips as they parted from yours but your foreheads remained connected, just basking in his presence.

"You need rest." he whispered, gently pulling you in for a hug, careful not to inflict more pain on your injured body. Simon slowly retreated but you grabbed onto him.

"Please don't go." Simon paused and looked back down at you. Your words came out as a beg, "please, Simon."

"I'll stay." he assured you, touching your face again.

You gingerly laid down on your bed, making room for Simon to lay beside you; it was almost laughable at how much of the bed his body took up. His arms all but engulfed your body as he brought you into his arms, holding you like you were made of crystal. One of his big hands slid down your arm and held yours carefully, even offering a gentle squeeze.

You listened to his steady breathing as your eyes shut, peacefulness flowing with every inhale and exhale as the blackness that found you this time was the sweet darkness of sleep.

A/N: I so hope this was worth the wait y'all! I spent time with family this weekend so that is part of the reason for the delay. I also had this chapter planned out well in advance. I may take a day or two before starting the next chapter to let my brain recuperate after this emotionally draining chapter! Side note, the "what town" part was inspired by this TikTok!

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[makemykneeshurt]

Giggling and kicking my feet rn

I'm back again, thirsty for more Graves. I was thinking maybe a part two since Graves did say.. “Gotta have you another time… you taste too good to miss out on that.” in the previous one👀

ALSO. I absolutely loved the one you did before, such good writing, everything was perfect <3

Ask and ye shall receive 🙏 100% inspired by the song Cherry Pie by Warrant

Cherry Pie [Graves x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: No one pisses you off more than Commander Phillip Graves. The feeling is mutual; Graves finds your arrogant and snarky. You’re his bane of his existence and object of his desires. Your late night liaison in the bar bathroom was supposed to stay in that bathroom, but Graves has gotten and taste and can’t get enough.

Sequel to Crazy Bitch

CW/TW: cunnilingus DUH, unprotected p in v, hickeys, swearing, light physical restraint, begging, whimpering, semi-hate sex, not proofread, MDNI!!

WC: 5.1k

“I can’t fuckin’ get rid of the smell of you.”

Graves’ words echoed in your head as you climaxed in the quiet darkness of your room with a breathy, soft moan, reliving the memory of his cock sunk into your aching cunt. You’d been right to think he would be the best lay of your life as much as you despised him; your fingers were nothing compared to the pleasure he gave you bent over in that bar bathroom.

And you hated him for it.

It had been only a week since your near-exhibitionist experience with Graves and you’d been wound up since then: you felt more high strung, you were more quick to pull the trigger from your sniper perches, and you were so fucking horny all the time.

You rolled over, looking at the time and unable to sleep anymore; the glow from your clock indicated it was five in the morning, just a few minutes shy of your alarm.

“Might as well..” you groaned, rising from your nest of blankets and dressing for the day. You soon found yourself in the common and dining area; it was situated with a kitchen, dining table with chairs, a small living room with comfy chairs and a coffee table, looking like it belonged in a small house instead of a military building.

Pouring yourself coffee, you padded over to your favorite leather armchair with a book and sat with your legs tucked underneath you, taking in the peace of the early morning.

That is, until Adams showed up.

“What a bright and happy morning, Hawk!” he cheered, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. As much as you loved him, he had this way of grating on your nerves; if you hadn’t bonded together through basic training you probably would’ve killed him by now.

“Why the fuck are you so chipper?”

“Who pissed in your cheerios?”

“Fair.” you held up your hands, unable to muster the energy to argue. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Oohhhh, long night thinking about the Commander?” he teasingly whispered as he took the seat beside you with his own cup.

“Shut the fuck up!” you hissed, slapping him on the shoulder. Adams merely eyeballed you suspiciously. He had this technique for interrogations; if he stared at someone long enough at just the right angle, something about it gaze caused a person’s brain to scramble. “Ok, fine! Yea, it’s been on my mind.”

“Was it any good?”

“… Fuck, it was so good! But I ain’t gonna tell him, I don’t wanna stroke his ego.” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, you just want to stroke something else.” Adams wiggled his eyebrows. You shot him a dirty look before opening your book, stating that he could stay but insisting on silence so that you could enjoy the remainder of your morning in peace. However, in the quiet, you found your mind still wandering to the red hazy lights of the bathroom, to the sting of his belt landing blows on your ass, to his southern drawl uttering ‘good girl’s as he thrusted into you.

You gave up after an hour of thinking of Graves’ hot breath against your neck reading, instead electing to go practice with your newly modified rifle as everyone was gearing up to ship out again in a few days. Pleased to find you were the only one at the range, you set yourself up at the long-distance target and began firing away.

The new modifications had improved your accuracy; you fired one round after the other, pulverizing the paper target in front of you. After you were satisfied with the damage done, little wires brought the target to you, several bullet holes having ripped through the head of the paper figure. As you studied your work, you heard a familiar drawl.

“Remind me to never get between you and your scope.”

You glanced over your shoulder to find Graves watching you. How long has he been there?

“I hope your memory’s good enough for one warning.” you retorted, taking the target down and setting up a fresh one. You heard his boots against the concrete floor as he made his way to you.

“You never practice with a handgun.” he observed.

“You never practice with a sniper rifle.”

“True, but I may not always need it. You could definitely stand to practice in the event of an emergency.”

“Get to the point, Commander.” you bit, turning to face him. His five o’clock shadow had grown in more, giving him the beginnings of a beard, and his deep eyes swallowing you whole, making your stomach flip. Graves tsk’d quietly, shaking his head as he pulled out his handgun.

“What I’m sayin’ is I wanna see you practice. It’s been too long since you’ve been in close combat. Don’t want you gettin’ rusty.”

You scoffed, almost offended at the insinuation as you eyeballed the weapon.

“Come now, darlin’, don’t be like that. You’re our sniper, I can’t have you gettin’ taken out at close-range.” Graves rolled his eyes, gesturing the weapon in your direction. You snatched the weapon from his hand and your eyes narrowed.

“Fine. But Graves?” you checked the handgun, making sure it was loaded as he looked at you expectantly, “Call me darlin’ again and I’m gonna hurt you.”

You swore you heard a huff of laughter as you turned to face the new target, taking aim. You let off a couple of shots, the paper rippling as bullets flew through but none hit vital spots on the figure. You weren’t used to controlling the recoil with arm strength alone.

“Square your shoulders.”

Oh you could choke him right now.

Nonetheless you followed his advice, drawing your shoulders back. When you shot, you noticed a small hole appear near the abdomen; an improvement but not good enough.

“You’re overcompensatin’ the recoil,” his steps grew closer and you could sense his body draw nearer, “Tighten up your bicep, it’ll help steady you when the gun fires.”

“I think I know a thing or two about recoil, Graves.”

“Jesus, I’m only tryin’ to help.” he hissed, this time using your real name. Taken aback, you turned your head to see him standing right behind you. “I’m doin’ what I can to protect… my assets.”

After a brief staring contest, you took aim again and noticed Graves get closer.

“May I?” he gestured to your position; you begrudgingly nodded. He stood behind you, carefully placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on the small of your back, gently guiding your posture.

“There you go.” he murmured, directing his attention to your arms, making sure they were straight and sure. You heard a soft inhale, reminding you of his words in the bathroom bar: ‘You smell like leather and blackberries.. all the time.’ Was he smelling you again, taking in your presence? You exhaled shakily.

“Steady yourself and breathe.” he huffed, hot breath ghosting your neck as his head dipped closer to yours from behind, goose flesh spreading across your skin. You followed his instructions, tightening your grip and taking in a slow breath.

“Atta girl, now take your shot.” he whispered, lips brushing your ear, hands ghosting your shoulder and dominant arm for support. You felt a dangerous coil in your belly tighten at his touch. With a BANG you fired, watching a dark hole appear right in the center of the paper head.

“Nice shootin’, Hawk.” you felt his lips curve into a smile on your ear. You turned your head slightly, his lips dragging against your cheekbone as your eyes fluttered shut. You felt one hand ever so slowly move from your shoulder to your hip, the other from your arm to your collar bone. Your breath grew heavy and you slowly lowered the gun, coming to rest on the little table in front of you.

Your head dipped back lightly as Graves’ hand moved achingly slow from your collarbone to your chest, from your chest to your breast and offering a soft squeeze, eliciting a near-silent whimper from your lips. His own breath had practically turned to panting as he pulled you closer by the hips, mumbling your name in a daze. Wetness started to collect in your underwear. Memories flooded back into your vision: being on your knees in front of him, his head thrown back in pleasure, his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet–

GET A FUCKING GRIP!

As if you were electrocuted, your eyes flew open and you firmly set the gun down on the table, wrenching away from Graves’ grasp. He looked equally as shocked, having yanked his hands back as they balled into fists, one thudding against the metal divider of the shooting station. His shoulders heaved as he tried to catch his breathe and recalibrate his emotions.

“Are you outta your fuckin’ mind, Commander?” you gaped, eyes wide. You hoped you’d played off how turned on you were; was he just as turned on? You didn’t dare glance down at his pelvis.

“… I suppose I am.” he huffed, exiting the room without allowing you so much as a syllable.

Trying to make it through the day with metaphorical blue balls was truly a curse to womankind. If you hadn’t been off your game before, your little encounter with Graves in the shooting range was enough to totally throw you off course. You didn’t go back to the range after that, opting to focusing on tidying your space and making sure your bags were packed even though you weren’t leaving for another week.

As dinner time approached, you found you weren’t hungry either. You grabbed a bottle of water and started making your way to go sit under one of the trees outside when you passed Dipaolo.

“Hawk, the Commander wants to see you in his office.” he gestured with a thumb over his shoulder.

Fuck, this was it. You were getting fired. It happened all the time, so why should you be surprised?

“Thanks, Dipaolo.” you offered a curt nod, heading for Graves’ office.

The office was a little of a walk from the main living quarters; Graves’ once said it was easier to separate work and life by having it on the other end of base from where you and the team gathered. You couldn’t help but feel like you were walking to your doom. Approaching the thick wooden door, you knocked hesitantly; this might’ve been the first time you were afraid of your Commander.

“Come in.” his voice called through the barrier.

You opened the door to a rather homely office: the walls were a deep emerald and lined with various wooden bookshelves holding books, the occasional decoration item, and different awards and metals. There were a few weapons framing the walls and a great oak desk sat in front of a large and comfortable-looking leather chair. Graves sat in the chair, eyes skimming over various papers on the desk in front of him.

“Please, shut the door behind you.”

You did so, wanting to joke you expected a cold and cagey prison as opposed to this inviting room that smelled of oak and smoke, but you didn’t want to dig your grave any deeper.

“You wanted to see me?” you asked politely, stepping towards the desk. Graves didn’t immediately look up to you, but when he did it was only for a second before returning to his papers.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“You know what.” he said, laying his papers down on his desk and rising from his seat, palms flat on the desk. He nodded to the wooden chair in front of the desk, indicating for you to sit. With a deep inhale, you sunk down onto the wooden chair, crossing both your arms and legs – yeah, like that was gonna protect you now.

“Let’s not beat ‘round the bush, Commander.” you urged after Graves silently stared you down. If you were being discharged, the best you could do would be going down with a fight. “I know you’ve wanted to let me have it, so out with it.”

Graves moved from behind his desk, circling it so that he sat perched on it in front of you; you could tell he was trying to assert dominance just by how he was sitting.

He couldn’t afford to lose control again.

Under his steely gaze, you felt that coil in your belly vibrate and your folds grow damp. God, how could one man have such an effect on you just by his stare? In effort to distract yourself, you gestured with your hands as if to say out with it. Graves’ nostrils flared.

“What happened last week was highly inappropriate–“

“Semi-public sex is usually frowned upon.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for one moment?” he held up a hand, furrowing his brow, but you weren’t going to let him win.

“And bedsides, I thought I didn’t care about appropriateness?”

“Shut up, goddamit!” Graves shouted, his hands now gripping the arms of the chair you were in so that you were face to face. You’d never seen him this angry, but you couldn’t lie it tickled your spiteful side to know you got him this worked up. You playfully drug your pinched fingers across your lips, indicating your lips were sealed. A few heaving breaths later, Graves finally spoke, rage rolling off of his shoulders.

“You are a thorn in my fuckin’ side, you know that, right?” he hissed, eyes lit aflame with… something intense.

“I think you’ve made that very clear, Graves.” you shot back. You noticed his eyes flick to your lips like they did in the back of the car that night. Despite caging you in, when you stood Graves almost immediately got out of your way. Standing next to him, arms crossed defiantly, you asked, “Is that all?”

The silence was smothering. You and Graves stood side by side, arms barely touching for what felt like ages; the only sound in the room was your combined breathings. You watched as his eyes lingered on you, on your lips for longer than any innocent look. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed his hand flex like he was trying his damndest you regain some sense of power. Looking past his hooded gaze, you saw his pupils had begun to widen.

It made your cunt flutter.

“No, that’s not all.” he muttered, slowly turning so that you were back against the desk, sitting as he had been moments ago, his hands on the desk on either side of your hips. “You are so damn intoxicatin’… can’t fuckin’ think straight when I’m around you.” he breathed, almost as if it pained him to utter the words.

Against your better judgment, you felt your legs part slowly at his words, letting him inch closer as his breath warmed your face.

“I can’t get that round ass bent over the counter out of my mind.. it’s like you’re tattled on my eyelids.” his lips drew closer to yours as your own eyes grew heavy with lust. “And god how I’ve been dreamin’ of the taste of that sweet cunt.”

His words caused you to shiver, lips parting in a pant at the memory of him licking your juices from his fingers. As much as you craved the feeling of him inside you, this back and forth was giving you whiplash. Were you really going to go down this road again?

Of course you were.

“Will it be worth my while?” you asked coyly, doing your best to keep the thrill off of your face and keep up the spiteful look.

“Darlin’, I’ll have you screamin’ my name.” he whispered before pulling you in by your throat for a kiss. Your lips met, teeth and tongues clashing in unashamed passion, only parting to help him wrestle your shirt off. Deciding to get to the point, Graves started kissing down your neck, nibbling softly until he reached your collarbone where he sunk his teeth in as his other hand slid under the back of your shirt.

You let you a sharp gasp, hands grasping at his shirt. Taking your gasp as a sign of encouragement, he sucked at your skin until a deep reddish-purple mark started to form.

“Oh, Commander, you better hope–“ your words were punctuated by a soft moan when he bit down particularly hard on the top of your breast, “… you better hope no one sees.”

“Why do you think I’m leavin’ em,” he bit down again softly on the meat of your breast with a grin, “here?”

You threw your head back with another moan, pulling at his shirt, desperate to see his body. Graves picked up on this hint, pulling his shirt up by the back collar over his head and tossing it to the side. You unashamedly raked your eyes over his nude torso and muscular arms.

“Easy there, honey..” he chuckled, leaning down and pressing open-mouth kisses to your neck, his hands working on your pants, “your eyes look like they’re about to roll out that skull of yours.”

You grabbed the hand working on unzipping your pants, giving him a stern yet playful look.

“Careful Graves, I can always take my happy ass out of here.” you warned. He paused his work, framing you against the desk and getting closer enough that your noses nearly touched.

“I’m not leavin’ until I’ve ate my fill, sugar,” he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb before going and locking the office door, “Take those pants off.”

Once he faced you, you slowly teasingly slid your pants down past your hips and plush thighs, ever so gentle stepping out and kicking them to the side. Perching yourself back up on the desk, you watched as Graves drank you in with every step closer.

“Lord have mercy.. mmhm.” he breathed, slotting himself between your legs and caressing your cheek. A free hand slowly trailed down your back, unclasping your bra with one movement. He offered a quick lusty gaze at your breasts before suddenly shoving all the papers off of his desk and laying you down, simultaneously sliding your panties from your hips and off your body.

Propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view, you watched as Graves sunk to his knees between yours and gripped your thighs to hold them open.

“Look at you, all wet just for me?” he grinned, hot breath creating a tingling sensation against your bare folds.

He was definitely enjoying the fact he turned you on this much.

You did your best to hide your expression, but your facade melted away as his gaze met yours and he licked a flat stripe right up your core. You let off a soft moan, head falling back in pleasure as his slick tongue glided effortlessly through your folds. You could hear just how wet he made you by the way his tongue slipped in and around your cunt; some might say his movements were sloppy but you could tell he knew what he was doing.

Graves directed his attention to your neglected clit, the tip of his tongue swirling it teasingly. His ministrations ignited a fire in your belly that threatened to consume you the more he consumed. You felt his thick fingers paw gently at your leg, moving upwards to your folds and collecting the leaking juices from your cunt, causing you to let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan. Just that little touch was enough to set your nerve endings ablaze.

“Mmm, I like those sounds, darlin.’” he grinned, his facial hair prickling your legs.

He resumed his feasting, the pads of his index and middle finger playfully exploring your slickness. One particularly sensitive spot caused you grind your hips against his face with a curse; Graves groaned against your cunt and you looked down expecting to see a sly look on his face, but you didn’t.

Instead, his eyes were closed as he was fully lost to feasting on you like there was no tomorrow. He was enjoying this just as much, if not more than you.

The thought that he was eating you purely for his own enjoyment sent a quiver down your core, causing that blessed coil to wind up and nestle into your belly. As he gently eased a finger inside, you gasped softly and threw your head back, giving yourself over to the pleasure Graves wrought on your body.

“… oh yes!…” you sighed, his tongue working in tandem with a single finger thrusting in and out of your hole.

“Think you can take another?” he murmured against your pussy, teasing your clit with a second finger.

“Please!” you moaned, your walls beginning to pulsate as your heartbeat quickened. You heard him chuckle as he slowly inserted a second finger, picking up his face while sucking softly on your sensitive bud. You let out another moan, causing him to groan against your wetness, vibrating your very core. You felt your impending orgasm hasten, your legs started to shake as Graves’ fingers worked up to a relentless pace. You moaned his name again, this time disregarding the blush that crept onto your cheeks.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

“That’s the point, sugar.”

His words sent you into overdrive, your breasts heaving as nearly every breath turned into a moan; your orgasm was nigh, yet getting there was so far away. You felt your walls tighten on his fingers as you were so fucking close.

“C’mon baby… c’mon baby c’mon baby …” you heard him whisper over the shlick shlick shlick of his fingers thrusting.

You fully laid back on his desk as your orgasm crashed over you, one hand gripping the back of Graves’ head and the cover smothering the wail echoing from your lips as your rode out your high.

And as you rode out your high, Graves ate and ate and ate.

When your tremors subsided, the fog of bliss still lingering in your brain, you vaguely heard Graves clean you with a final vulgar slurp up your core. His warm hands gently held your waist as he stood up between your legs, bending over your frame with teasing kisses to your nipples. Your back arched with hums of pleasure as you mumbled something incoherent, doing your best to sit up.

“What’s that, honey?” he whispered, the edge in his voice switching out for a tone of concern.

“I said,” you took a deep inhale, trying to regain your senses, “you’ve had your way, now I want to have mine.”

Graves seemed taken aback by your words by the look on his face, but one gaze down to his straining erection in his pants told you he enjoyed it as you guided him to and sat him down on the leather chair he was in at the start of this meeting. Placing a hand on his chest, you forced him to sit back as he watched with lust-filled eyes. You perched yourself on his knees, far down enough that you could work his cock free from his pants; the head leaked little beads of precum.

You took the base of his cock gently, giving him a couple gentle strokes, earning you soft pants from his lips. As you notched his head against your weeping cunt, both of you gasped softly when you easily slid down his length with little effort. The pressure in your belly was almost enough to halt your movements, but as you gently took his hands and placed them on either armrest, your hands holding his wrists in place, the pressure gave way to arousal at the plan you had.

“You move your hands,” you whispered, leaning down so your lips almost touched his, “I stop moving.”

All Graves could do was nod like the dumbest motherfucker on the planet.

“Good boy.” you grinned, maintaining eye contact and slowly rocking your hips to test him out, feeling his cock twitch at your words. You slowly increased your movements, relishing in the way he filled your aching cunt. So few words could describe it; it just felt right.

Graves let his head fall back in pleasure, a string of curses falling from his lips as you rode. You placed your hands on his chest for more leverage, quickening your pace; as you started rocking faster, his gaze trailed down your body to where his cock stretched you open, his hands teasingly slid to your waist.

“Uh-uh,” you tutted, grabbing his hands and forcing them back to the armrests, “No. touching.”

It wasn’t lost on you that Graves could easily overpower your grip. If he wanted.

He was enjoying this.

As you resumed your ride, Graves held your gaze, mouth hanging open as he panted at the sight in front of him. You took that as a sign to work faster and harder, the movements causing your breasts to jiggle with each thrust. With every hinge of your hips you lost yourself to deeper pleasures like you’d never experience before. The frenzied hate sex of last week slowly left your mind, giving way to pure passion; your distaste for Graves had dissipated into.. something else.

“Honey, please..” a soft whimper broke you from your train of thought.

You looked down at him through hooded lids, noticing the puppy look in his eyes and the red flush on his cheeks. His whimpering only encouraged your ministrations; his pleas nearly created a new fountain of wetness from your cunt.

“Honey, please.” he sighed again, his wrists straining slightly against your grip.

“Mmm, I like hearing those sounds.” you parroted his words from between your thighs. “One more time…”

Graves gave you a begrudging look, but his eyes betrayed him. You bit your lip softly, offering your own little whimper that caused his eyes to flutter. This time, he used your name.

“Please…” he whimpered, “please I–“ his hips stuttered slightly as you rocked your hips deeply, “let me cum.”

Something warm fizzled in your chest at his genuine request.

“What do you need?” you whispered, giving a few more deep thrusts of your hips.

“Let me touch you..” Graves replied, hands flexing.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You released his hands and they immediately went to your back, pulling you up against his chest as his movements met yours. His movements were needy, fevered; you buried your head in his neck and moaned with reckless abandon as he thrusted.

“‘M-m’ almost there..” Graves muttered against your head, one of his hands caressing the back of your head and the other taking a firm hold on one of your ass cheeks. Too fucked to say much, you nodded gently into his neck, feeling a second impending orgasm.

It was almost corny, the two of you finishing simultaneously with matching groans, your body falling into his and his arms encircling your waist. You breathed heavily into his neck as his hands stroked your back, bringing you back down to earth as you basked in the warmth of post-coital bliss.

“Shit,” Graves chuckled, gently scratching your back, “Never thought I’d be the one beggin’.”

“Mmm, I’ll take that as a compliment..” you grinned, sitting up and giving him a sly look. He huffed, shaking his head.

“As much as it..” he trailed off, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “ruffles me to admit it, that was… quite nice.” You fought the urge to blush, your head fighting against the ooey-gooey feeling forming in your chest. Gooseflesh rose to your arms, Graves taking notice.

“Here darlin’, take this.” he offered a soft grey button down piled on the floor nearby. You whined slightly at the loss of contact as his length slid out from your worn walls, but you slipped on the shirt after sliding on your panties.

“You look good in it.”

You turned to see Graves pulling his pants back on, the ‘V’ of his pelvis dipping into the jeans slung around his hips. You found your gaze lingering longer than expected, a biting your lip with a girlish grin. As if you caught yourself, you shook your head, pulling your shorts back on.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Phil.” you said quietly. You notified his features soften at the use of his name.

The silence was palpable. The winding path of choices in front of you threatened to knock your head from your shoulders. Where do you go from here?

“We’ve made quiet a mess for internal affairs, hadn’t we?” you asked, stepping back over to him, arms folded over your chest.

“That… depends.” he replied, leaning against his desk as his fingers brushed the collar of his shirt you wore.

“On?”

“On.. if we continue these activities, and what w-we…” he inhaled sharply. Was he nervous?

“Hey, Phil,” you touched his shoulder, “I know I give you shit, but it’s just me. I ain’t got no reason to not hear you out”.

After a beat, he continued.

“Whether or not we disclose depends on what we do going forward.. what we make of.. this.” he gestured between you. You mulled this over for a moment, gently placing a hand to his chest.

“Well… what I can say is that I do like having sex with you,” you grinned, trying to avoid blushing with no avail, “and I can assure that it won’t impact me following orders. I’ll still be the same stubborn ass you’ve always known.”

“And as for what this will become?”

“… whatever this is, maybe we can play it by ear.” you shrugged, giving him an honest look. “Whatever happens between us won’t impact what we do in the field. I give you my word.”

For the first time ever, Graves looked at you in gratitude. His eyes shone with a warmth you’d never seen before; they were like little glittering pools of never ending mist.

It was a charming look you hoped would gaze upon you more often.

“I already think we’re makin’ progress.” Graves smirked, handing you your bra.

“How so?”

“I called you darlin’ and I’m still in one piece.”

“I’m feeling gracious.”

“Well, darlin’–“ he emphasized, watching the glow on your cheeks grow brighter.

“Don’t push it.”

“Darlin’,” he took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently, “I hope you’re always feelin’ gracious t’me because I could get used to that look on your face.”

“Graves, one more comment about my face and you’ll be in a grave.”

A/N: y’all I know this wasn’t 100% hate sex like the last one pls don’t throw tomatoes at me!! I’m still getting used to writing different styles and dynamics but idk, this just kinda fit the bill for me. I hope you enjoyed!

[makemykneeshurt]

Screaming and creaming right now

Hey hey heyy! First of all your writing is so good! Fr teach me.

Second of all I'd love some Graves smut, something to do with proper hate sex as in enemies to ??, maybe some violence with it. Other than that you can do what you want.

Ily<3

thank u babe, also super random but I just found out the actor for graves is also jeff in yellowjacket’s and now all I picture is graves sitting in his car jamming to papa roach

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, slight dub con, choking, fingering, orgasm denial, name calling, description of wounds, mention of blood, dom!graves, slight voyeurism, creampie, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Your skin is freezing, the rain soaking your clothes, mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on your arm as you struggle to stay up. Something about him was always off, it wasn’t often the 141 worked with outsiders but you needed to trust the Shadow company, you needed to trust Graves.

You followed his orders, seeking his protection when hostile got too close, he’d saved your life on more than one account during the mission but you always kept an eye on him.

Unfortunately your suspicions were right, he had betrayed the team on behalf of Shepard, and now you were lost in the streets of Mexico with too much blood lost.

You crept through alleys, calling through your comms to Soap and Ghost, trying to find a way out when the Shadows were lurking around every corner, gunshots ringing through your ears as you slam your body against a wall trying to stay out of sight.

The dark provided decent cover, allowing you to sneak through old shops and houses, trying to find materials to help you but the feeling of your body growing weaker did little to add to your success, having to brace yourself against tables and walls just to catch your breath.

Time was running out, you knew where Ghost was but you didn’t know how to get there, between the labyrinth of streets and the threat of the Shadows, they had you stuck with no where to go.

“You lost little bird?”

His cocky tone pierces your ears, you don’t have to turn around to know who the voice belongs to, your whole world crumbling in front of you as you look for an escape route.

“No where to run”

He moves closer towards you, caging your body between him and the wall as panic sets into your body. You turn your body and brave your arms, ready to fight but he grabs your wrists, pushing your body back against the wall and pinning you there, you wince at the action, the angle of your arm pinching your wound.

“Looks like somebody clipped your wings” He smirks, his tone is deep,

“Fuck off” You spit, writhing under his grip

“We could’ve been a team you know, there would’ve been a place for you in the company”

“And be forced to take orders from you? I’d rather die”

“Tsk, kinda seemed like you enjoyed taking orders from me”

You furrow your brows at his comment, one drunken mistake made weeks ago coming back to haunt you. You had gone out drinking with the team and he tagged along, a few too many shots and you wound up in his bed, panting under his touch.

“Get the fuck off me Graves”

“I love the way you say my name” His hands release yours, moving to your waist to turn your body, pinning your chest against the wall as you whimper in pain.

“Now I wanna hear you scream it” His voice is husky, laced with anger as his lips travel over your exposed skin, tracing your limbs. The warmth of him feels too good, your shivering body moulded against his chest as his fingers trace over the hem of your pants.

His hands snake under your shirt, kneading at your breasts as you let out a small sigh, the goosebumps on your skin depleting with every touch.

“Hate me all you want, I know what you need”

“Let me go”

“Ask nicely” He grins against your neck as his fingers pinch your nipples, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Fuck you”

He grinds his length against your backside, the firm press of him igniting your core as you curse yourself.

“If that’s what you want baby”

He moves a hand down your stomach, pushing back the hem of your pants to cup your sex, his fingers teasing over your panties as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You’re soaked, knew you needed me, little slut”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side, teasing through your folds as he gathers your slick before pushing two digits inside you. Moaning from the contact he lets out a low chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans.

He pumps his fingers into you, his thumb settling on your clit to run circles over the bud, you struggle to brace your arms against the wall, your hips arching into him as you grind down onto his hand, chasing your high.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers”

Your teeth pierce your lip as you bite down, the taste of iron filling your mouth as the coil inside you burns, your mind a flurry of lust as your orgasm approaches.

He pumps his fingers harder, curving them to swipe across your sweet spot over and over, you throw you head back as the band inside you threatens to snap but as soon as you reach your peak he rips his hand from you. You’re breathless, panting as you stare back at him,

“Wha- no” You plead

“You wanna run? Go now” He steps back a few paces, giving you room to move, your skin is on fire, clenching around nothing as your high fades from your core, he wants you to beg. Your gaze shifts between the door and him, his dark eyes staring back at you, his hand glistening in the light, covered in your slick.

You don’t move, don’t say anything, your fingers toy with your belt buckle, undoing it and he smirks, closing the gap between you.

“Good choice”

His hand is firm on your back as he presses you against the wall again, his arm moving your grip around your waist, holding you up as your limbs become unsteady. He pulls your pants below your ass, giving him enough access to feel your weeping cunt, grinding his clothed length against it and feeling you shudder from the contact, the rough denim swiping against your core, sending shocks up your spine.

“Better stay quiet, unless you want the entire company to take turns”

His threats are empty but they still make your blood run cold, the noise of his own belt clattering as he presses his chest against you, running his tip through your folds. He smears your slick around your cunt, quiet sighs falling from your mouth as you feel how hard he is.

He leans back from you, lining himself up as his free hand finds purchase on the side of your face, pushing it against the cold wall, keeping you pinned. He bottoms out in a single thrust, forcing the air from your lungs as you gasp as the stretch, the arm on your waist moving so he can rest his fingers against your clit, keeping them still against the bud to tease you.

He pounds into you, forcing every inch of himself inside with every thrust as you moan, your mind a blur, the idea of anyone hearing long gone as his tip drags against your walls.

“That’s it, take it, take it all you fucking slut”

He grunts behind you, his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, the sound of the rain outside the only thing keeping prying ears from knowing what was happening as you unravel under his touch.

The hand on your head moves to snake around your neck, the inside of his elbow settling under your chin as he pulls you against him, your back arching as he presses your spine to his chest. His cock hits deeper from this angle, your body exposed to him as his grunts fill your ears.

You reach for him but he grabs your wrist, a low growl leaving his chest when his thumb presses into the bullet wound in your arm, forcing a cry from you as you clench down on him.

“See what you made me do, didn’t have to run from me” He presses harder into the wound, droplets of blood cascading down your skin, smearing onto him as you sob around his cock.

“Fuck. You” You manage through gritted teeth, your hand finding it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair as he lets out a grunt, thrusting harder into you.

“You bite back, always liked that about you”

You open your mouth to speak but words escape you as he grips your wrist, pulling it towards your sex and forcing your fingers to toy with your clit.

“Show me how much you need to cum, how good my cock feels inside your little pussy”

You trace circles with your weak fingers, quiet whimpers from your lips boost his ego as the feeling of your fingers is nothing compared to his.

“Poor slut, you need me to do it?”

You give a tug to his hair, silent begs as your fingers continue to work lazy circles over the bud.

“Beg for it, beg me to make you cum”

“Eat shit”

“I guess only one of us gets to finish then”

He sobbed your body forward, your hands slow to catch you against the wall, his grips your waist with bruising fingers, digging into the flesh as he thrusts into you. Your knees are weak, your arms heavy against the wall as you struggle to stay up, you need more, more of him.

“Beg for it”

His thirsts push you further into the wall, your aching fingers scraping against the stone,

“Please” You whisper

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you”

Your body admits defeat before your mind does, pushing back against him so his tip prods at your cervix, forcing him deeper into you,

“Please”

“Please what? Use your words”

“Please, let me cum!” Tears prick your eyes, your orgasm building inside of you at an agonizing pace.

“Then soak my cock you fucking slut”

His fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the bud as you cry out, your hips working in tandem with his thrusts to chase your high.

He leans over your frame, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear as his hand grips around your throat, his fingers squeezing against your pulse point.

“Cum for me, show me how much you need my cock” He whispers in your ears, the words shooting straight to your core, the fire inside your searing your skin as you cum with a sob, clenching down on him as he fucks you, keeping his harsh pace. His fingers stay on your clit, not letting you come down, he forces you to ride out your orgasm at his brutal pace, his skin smacking against yours as his cock stuffs you.

Your vision blurs, a mixture of blood loss and the overstimulation of him has you seeing stars, every sound drowned out except for his moans behind you.

“M’gonna fill this fucking pussy, send you back with a reminder of who you belong to”

Your tears stain your cheeks, your throat dry and unable to respond as his thrusts become sloppy, chasing his own high.

“You want that? Wanna walk around with my cum stuffed inside you, you fucking traitor bitch” He spits, his words ringing in your ears as he bottoms out, pressing his cock deep inside your walls as his spend floods them, filling you with the warm liquid.

Your body goes limp against the wall, his arms the only thing holding you up as he milks himself in your pussy, thrusting his softening cock to make sure it stays deep before pulling out.

He tucks himself back into his pants, his grip on your waist keeping you balanced as he helps you to lean on a table, kneeling to pull your own pants back up.

He scans the room, moving to grab a small cloth before tearing it, wrapping it around your wound to help stop the bleeding. You stare at him with hooded eyes, the toll on your body evident in the way you hunch over, arms braced to keep yourself steady.

“I meant it, there would’ve been a spot for you” His tone is sincere as you gaze at him, his hair sticking to his forehead in a mix of sweat and rain drops, he reaches around his vest, pulling out a small canteen of water and handing it to you, you take it, chugging its contents before gasping for a breath.

“I’d never betray my team”

“You already did”

His words shoot through your heart, it was true in a sense, even if he wasn’t the enemy the first time, it didn’t take away from the fact that you had just fucked him in a dirty old house while he was hunting you and your team.

“Go”

You furrow your brows at him, “What?”

“Leave before I change my mind, if I catch you again it won’t end as well”

You take a moment to scan his face, he’s being sincere, you stand quickly, trying to catch your balance before sparing him a final glance and rushing through the door back into the rain, glancing down streets to try and find a way out.

“Deadeye do you copy” Ghosts voice echoes through your comms, pulling you back to reality.

“I copy”

“Jesus Christ, where are you?” His voice is laced in panic

“Coming LT” The lights of the Church stare back at you through the heavy down pour, lighting your path as you make your way to your team.

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The Roommate Series

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader

This is an (18+) story which means if you are a minor, you are not allowed to come onto my page and read this story. Smut will have a * in the link to the part

This series is on-going

Synopsis: Three years ago you decided to go to college after being out of high school for so long but the only problem was that you needed a place to stay. You found an ad about someone needing a roommate for their apartment and ended up becoming roommates with a man named Simon Riley.

Now you've become best friends with Simon even when he disappears to work for months on end and shows back up randomly while never telling you what he does. As your relationship with Simon begins to change, you wonder if maybe his secrets were meant to stay hidden.

Heaven Help a Fool Who Falls in Love

My Heart is Yours

It was Only a Kiss

The Only Exception*

I Missed You, I'm Sorry

Home is Whenever I'm With You* (Coming soon)

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Extras

Why did Ghost fall in love with you

Dream

Flowers

Future

Argument

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Breath work

Truth or Dare - Soap x Ghost x you

Let me show you I’m sorry

Desire

Knock Knock

Validation

Jacobs Ladder

Lie to me

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There's not enough good smut on this app, and seeing how you write yours I'd looove some hate sex with Graves, AFAB reader<3

Love me some good hate sex 🙏🙏 this bit is 100% inspired by Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry, 10/10 would recommend giving a listen while reading this bit!! I also imagine the base is somewhere in Texas in this story!

On another note I definitely feel like Graves has the stamina of a stallion bye👋

Crazy Bitch [Graves x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: No one pisses you off more than Commander Phillip Graves. Both of you being from the South, you’re both skilled in spite and backhanded compliments. Graves would love nothing more than for you to be relocated across the globe from him, but you’re the best sniper he’s got working for the Shadow Company meaning he can’t get rid of you easily. So what else can he do but take out his frustration?

TW/CW: Readers’ code name is Hawk. NASTY SMUt; like I am almost embarrassed, Semi-public sex. Blowjob, whimpering, spanking/whipping, (slight)dom!Graves, one questionable bondage occurrence, no explicit consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, swearing, brat-taming…. Uhhh I think that’s it. Semi-proofread.

WC: 5.6k-ish

Your momma was one of the strongest women you knew. She brought you up as a single mom and did everything; cooking, cleaning, taking you to sports and after school activities, you name it. She wanted you to know from the start that you were kind, smart, and strong. She encouraged you in whatever you wanted within reasons, so when you told her you wanted the join the military she nearly broke your neck in a hug. That being said, momma also raised you to not take any shit and let no man talk down to you.

And when you joined the Shadow Company as a sniper you made sure Commander Phillip Graves knew it.

You’d bonded well with the rest of the crew, but from the very first day you and Graves butt heads. You chalked it up to being the only woman on the team, but if that was the case the others would’ve berated you too.

Graves took joy in poking fun at you at first, but when you started taking back it got old real quick. He thought he’d be able to whip you into shape but it became apparent you were the best of the best and no one would be molding your mind any time soon.

The team always talked about how you bickered like an old married couple, only spurring on your hatred for each other. You two traded off insult and backhanded compliments with wit and quickness unlike anyone else. Your quarrels even carried into the field over the coms.

“I got eyes on the building, everything looks clear from here.” you muttered over your radio, eye peering through your scope as you rested the gun on its perch. You’d found the top of an abandoned bank to hide out on while the rest of the crew made their way into the building.

“Copy that, Hawk. Hold your fire; we’re moving in.” someone responded, likely Dipaolo. They had already cleared the yard of the building they were infiltrating and there had been no other lookouts but you cocked your rifle anyway, knowing you’d have to shoot if shit hit the fan.

“Hawk,” you heard Graves’ drawl over the coms as if he heard the clicking of your gun, “Hold your fire.”

“Don’t worry Commander, I wear contacts not hearin’ aids.” you heard Graves’ low sigh over the radio and couldn’t help but smile - your most favorite sound on the planet.

It wasn’t long before the team swept through the building and got what they needed.

“Alright Hawk, we’ve got it. We’ll meet you back at the rendezvous point.” Dipaolo’s voice crackled over your radio.

“Perfect, perfect, glad you ladies didn’t get your hair messed up.” you teased, hearing a couple of chuckles on your radio as you slung your rifle over your back. “Glad to know someone is doing their job.”

“Enough with the attitude, Hawk.” Graves chimed in.

“Who pissed in your cereal this morning, Commander?” you smirked, making your way down the steps of the abandoned bank.

“Hawk, shut your damn mouth and get back to the fucking rendezvous point.”

“Aw, Graves, you kiss your momma with that mouth?” you jested, making your way to the revolving doors of the building.

“Hawk.” his voice sounded, a warning.

“Relax, I don’t wanna get left here.” you grinned, walking down the street towards the meeting spot. As you got closer to the humvee, another voice crackled over the radio.

“Not being chased by rebels this time?” Adams, your closest friend. You got close enough to your teammates you didn’t have to talk over the radio.

“Nah, I didn’t get the pleasure this time.”

“That’s a first.” Graves chimed.

“Hi honey, I’m home.” you crooned, giving him a sarcastic wink and striding up to his side to gaze up at him like a girlfriend greeting her boyfriend home from war.

“Just get in the fuckin’ truck.” he growled with an eye roll.

“No kiss?” you pouted, handing Adams your rifle and stepping up into the back. Graves said nothing, slamming the door shut behind you. “You’re no fun.” you rolled your eyes, making your way to your spot behind the passenger seat.

“You’re insufferable.” Graves shot you a look through the rear view mirror from the driver’s seat.

“Commander, that’s no way to talk to a lady. But it ain’t your fault you weren’t raised right.”

“Okay Mr. and Mrs. Smith, give it a rest.” Dipaolo said over his shoulder from the passenger seat. You held Graves’ death stare for a moment longer before he put the truck in gear, driving you all back to base.

“Hawk?” Adams called, sticking his head into the armory where you sat working on your rifle.

“Yeah bud?” you returned, not looking up from your work.

“Commander Graves wants to see you in his office.”

You exhaled loudly as you rose to your feet. You knew better than to keep him waiting, even if the end result was more entertaining. You trudged through the base to Graves’ office. He was sitting at his desk, pouring over paperwork as usual, eyebrows knitted in concentration. You’d thought once upon a time he looked cute when he was too focused.

“Your majesty requested my presence?” you asked when Graves didn’t address you. His writing paused before he finished signing whatever document he was working on.

“I’m having you reassigned.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Hawk. I’ve had enough of your attitude.”

“You can’t be serious.” you scoffed, staring at Graves from across his desk. When he looked up, you could tell he was as serious as could be. “Who’s my replacement?”

“That’s classified.”

“Bullshit. Who is it, Graves?” He hesitated as he stood, hands flat on his desk.

“Trevor Grant.” At hearing your old classmates’ name, you burst into laughter. When you finally caught your breath you looked at Graves incredulously.

“That fuckin’ moron? Grant can’t hit a barrel from a hundred yards away - he’s a horrible shot. Not to mention he’s dumber than a doorknob!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. “And Shepherd approved this?”

Graves went silent, and the pieces clicked together.

“Oh my god, you don’t even have approval for this.” you laughed, shaking your head. “You know he won’t go for it! I was his pick in the first place!”

“I’m so fucking sick and tired of your attitude!” Graves roared, stomping over so that you were both on the same side of his desk. “You walk around here without a lick of sense! You’re reckless, defiant, and downright spiteful!” With every word he inched closer, backing you up against his desk.

“And you’ve been nothing’ but a jackass to me since I joined this team!” Both of you were yelling at this point and you were sure the rest of the team could hear clear across the compound.

“You are the bane of my fucking existence.” Graves hissed, his eyes lit up with rage. Something about this proximity to him made your body tingle with an unknown sensation. But you weren’t going to let him win.

You lowered your voice, a sneer creeping onto your lips.

“Honey, I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you and you know it. And you’re mad because you know you can’t get rid of me… no matter how much your little heart desires.”

“Get the fuck out.” Graves snarled.

“My pleasure, sir.” you growled back, pushing off the desk and colliding shoulders with him as you stormed out of his office.

That spot where your two bodies met seemed to vibrate with electricity for the rest of the evening.

The Shadow Company had been granted a week to recuperate after your latest operation, and Adams suggested going out for drinks at the local popular spot. You’d gotten dressed in your favorite going-out outfit: your favorite leather crop top and matching leather skirt, your human clothes you called them. They hugged your body perfectly and the slit up the leg of your little skirt gave a hint of upper thigh. You paired them with a pair of boots suited for traipsing through a crowded pair and had grabbed a jacket on the way out for once the air got cold.

“Christ almighty, Hawk, you clean up nice.” Adams grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, try not to drool. I don’t wanna make us late.” you laughed, heading to the car. One teammate was driving with Dipaolo in the passenger seat. When you opened the back door and had started to slide inside, you noticed Graves sitting on one side already.

Fuck, you were going to have to sit next to him in the middle.

“Just get in, Hawk.” Adams urged.

“Nice of you to join us, gramps.” you said to Graves, scooting so that you sat on the hump in the middle. He said nothing but shot you a look. Once everyone was buckled you sped off towards your destination. Everyone was chatting except you and Graves, both of you opting to keep to yourselves.

Except, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Graves looking you up and down.

“Can I help you, Commander?” you said quietly, opting to not ruin the night so early.

“Ain’t that a little much?” he asked, referring to your outfit choice skeptically.

“Quite the opposite, not enough.”

“Folks’ gonna get the wrong idea about you dressed like a two-dollar escort.” his tone bordered on possessiveness.

“Don’t go throwin’ stones, Commander. I bet you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.”

“That fuckin’ mouth again..” he rolled his eyes.

“Listen, you ain’t got no need to worry about keepin’ up appearances. No one knows who we are goin’ out like this. This is a time where I can be whatever the hell I wanna be. Maybe you could use this time to get that stick outta your ass, sir.” you glared at him, eyes shooting daggers.

Graves only held your gaze. The smallest movement caught your eye: his eyes flicked down to your lips ever so slightly, and then back up.

Before you could say anything you all had arrived at the crowded bar. It wasn’t like your typical run-down hole-in-the-wall. You wanted somewhere where you could escape, and Adams said he knew of the perfect place. You and your teammates found a small section of the bar near the hardwood dance floor, the red neon lights of the bar and dance lights illuminating the space.

You needed a little liquid courage before you got out on the dance floor; not enough to be drunk but enough to get a warm and pleasant buzz. Adams was the only one to join you until a pretty little blonde pulled him away. He merely gave you a bashful shrug as they skittered off to a dark corner, obscuring whatever disrespectful display of human desire tickled their fancy.

You, on the other hand, found yourself dancing with a handsome cowboy-esque man. He held you tightly, guiding your movements with his thigh resting between yours, one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. As the two of you danced, you peered over his shoulder back at the bar to your comrades.

Graves was staring right at you, knuckles white from the grip on his glass.

You couldn’t help but feel the corner of your mouth twitch upward. You held his gaze as your lips brushed your dance partner’s neck, his grip on your body tightening.

You watched as Graves threw back the rest of his drink and asked for another one before turning his attention back to you. The longer you stared him down, the angrier you felt.

No one pissed you off more than Phillip Graves.

You felt a pair of lips on your neck and pulled back a little, muttering a ‘no’ to your partner. Clearly not taking that for an answer, his grip tightened further as he tried to kiss you. Planting a kiss to your neck he decided to get handsy – well, tried until you wrenched away and stormed off.

You made your way to the bathroom, a small single room with the basic fixings (toilet, sink, side table) the red light bathing the room and your features. You sighed, supporting yourself with your hands on the large sink counter. Without barely a moment to think for yourself, the door swung open, Graves’ face coming into view.

“Commander, where are you manners? This room is occupied.” you deadpanned as he stepped inside and shut the door.

“Well I thought I’d come make sure you’re alright.” he said, crossing his arms.

“Oh, now you want to worry about me?” you mused, glaring at him through the mirror. You turned around and hoisted yourself onto the counter to sit, not wanting to have your back to him.

“You don’t trust me?”

“How can I, Graves?”

“Because I’m your Commander.” he snapped, stating his station to assert authority.

“You’re a little boy who likes to boss me around because you’ve got this little ego trip goin’. Face it, you like bein’ in control and can’t stand that I ain’t gonna roll over like a bitch and give you what you want.”

It was like your words set something off. Graves kicked the small trash can clear across the room and stormed up to you, slamming his hands on the counter and boxing you in.

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve talkin’ to me like that.” he growled at you. You’d managed to wedge your leg between his body and yours. With your foot on his sternum, you pushed him back so that he was against the wall, your leg firmly outstretched and holding him in place.

“And you’ve got some balls to get in my fuckin’ face.” you hissed.

For a moment you two stayed like that, the only sounds your heavy breathings and the dull thud of music from the dance floor.

You’d always known the Graves was quick. What you didn’t expect was for him to take the leg - your leg - holding him in place and throw it into the crook of his elbow in order to get back in your face. With one leg held up and out and the other pushed to the side, Graves managed to slot himself between your legs.

The air in the room grew thick and the temperature seemed to rise. He smelled of Wild Turkey and amber, and against your better judgement you felt your lids grow heavy. However, your distaste and anger for him raged.

“Commander Graves, this is highly, highly inappropriate.” you spat, your traitorous body growing tingly at his hand on your thigh and panties growing damp at the proximity.

“Since when have you given a shit about inappropriateness?” he snarled, face growing closer to yours. Graves’ own body seemed to betray him too: his pupils had grown wide, threatening to swallow his irises; his grip on your leg unrelenting; you felt a hardness growing against your lower belly.

In a last-ditch effort to save face, you grabbed his jaw in an effort to push his face away; he didn’t move away. You heard him inhale through his nose as his eyes seemed to flutter shut – was he… smelling you?

“You…” he growled, eyes flying open, poised to kill, “You are a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“And you’re a little bitch.” you snarled, almost nose to nose with him, fingernails digging into his jawline.

You thought for a moment Graves would kill you so he wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore.

Instead, he leaned forward slowly like you were a creature that would run if he moved too quickly. You couldn’t say you were frozen in place, but rather daring him to continue. His lips tentatively brushed yours, a feather-like touch sending goose flesh down your arms. But he went no further.

You’d be damned if you were the one to cave.

“Looks like you don’t have to balls to even kiss me properly, Commander…” you murmured tauntingly.

Graves growled and grabbed you by the throat, bringing you in for a hungry kiss with his tongue instantly asking for permission. You denied him at first, biting at his lip hard enough for him to jump back with a hiss.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” he muttered under his breath before going back in, tongue more forceful. This time, you let him in, his tongue sliding against yours with a growl. Hands on your waist, he dropped your leg so he slotted himself between them and pressed his chest against yours, kissing you fervently.

You kissed him back - not that you wanted to, you just wanted to spur him on out of spite obviously. His lips were warm and soft, yet wet and rough. You felt his palms on the bare small of your back as they felt your form up. One hand made it’s way down to cup your ass, and you groaned softly into his mouth.

“What’s that, Hawk?” Graves mumbled against your lips, his hand moving to stroke your thigh and nearly resting at the crease of your leg, dangerously close to your clothed cunt.

“Shut the fuck up, Graves.” you bit, your hands fisting his shirt on his back. The hand on your back went to your jaw, holding it firmly in a mirror to your hand on his earlier. He tsk’d softly, thumb stroking your bottom lip.

“Is that any way to talk to your Commander, darlin’? Ain’t I bein’ good to ya?” he grinned, pulling you closer. You did your best to hold a poker face but faltered at his next few words:

“Honey, I can practically feel you gettin’ wet under that skirt.” As if to accentuate his point, his thumb stroked your inner thigh, just barely brushing your panties, causing you to let out a soft gasp. Even that little sensation would’ve buckled your knees if you were standing. But you repeated your mantra in your head.

Graves can’t win.

You had to out-do the doer.

You took control, pushing Graves back against the wall as you slid off the counter. You knew you’d caught him by surprise based on the startled gasp that slipped through his lips. You kissed down his neck teasingly as you unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Even in the glow of the red light you could tell his face was growing pink.

“You’re lookin’ a little flustered there, Commander,” you whispered into his ear, your hand sliding into his pants to paw at his straining erection. You palmed his hardened length for a few strokes before slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, “What’s on your mind?”

“Darlin’, you don’t even wanna know.” his voice was thick as molasses. He was still trying to play the game; he was posturing, but based on how hard he was you knew he was crumbling under that facade.

You were determined to make him tap out first.

You gazed up at him, not breaking eye contact as you licked slowly up the base of his shaft, paying special attention to the vein running along it. His jaw dropped, letting out a huff of air as his head threw back. You licked his shaft at different angles, wetting it enough so that you had no problems when you finally took his head into your mouth.

Graves’ eyes met yours as your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and slowly, teasingly took his length into your mouth. Your eyes didn’t leave his as his cock moved down your throat, taking him entirely, bracing your hands on his muscular thighs.

“That’s a good girl..” he groaned softly. You bared your teeth with a little pressure, as if to remind him not to get cocky, and in return he fisted the hair at the back of your head, causing you to gag as he tested you. You noticed the smug look in his eyes, “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”

You slowly started bobbing your head, maintaining eye contact. You were going to undo this man if it what your last thing on earth.

The cadence of your head bobbing nearly matched the huffs and pants coming from Graves’ throat. His hand remained fisted in your hair as you picked up your pace, gripping his thighs tightly. You heard murmur something involving the word beautiful, but you weren’t here to enjoy, you were here to assert dominance. Not once did you break eye contact.

Strangley, as you sucked his cock you felt your heartbeat travel down to your damp panties. You had to fight the urge to touch yourself, there on your knees in front of the Commander. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction but oh fuck, how you wanted to.

You heard a soft whimper escape his lips as you continued sucking, licking, gagging. You could tell his orgasm was inevitable. Having a hunch it would only quicken his release, you slowly let one of your hands creep up his pelvis and abdomen, your fingers brushing his bare skin as you hummed curiously.

“Shit,” he cussed quietly, his groans picking up in frequency as you moved your head, “just like that.”

Your knees started to ache but nothing would take away your pleasure at watching the almighty Commander of Shadow Company become undone under your mouth.

“Oh fuck, darlin’, I’m gonna cum..” he groaned, the grip on your hair tightening. You have him a look as if to say ‘do it.’ As he reached his peak he hunched over slightly, using a hand on the sink counter to support himself. You remained still as he spent himself down your throat, gazing up at his blissful face.

Once he rode out his high, Graves looked down at you and hoisted you up, hand still in your hair. He mashed his lips to yours, as you’d hands snaked under his shirt, groping at the expanse of his back. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving little bites here and there, causing you to gasp and pant. When he reached one particularly sensitive spot and sucked hard, your nails raked down his back so hard you knew you’d drawn blood. But Graves didn’t seem to care.

“Glad you know who’s in charge.” you huffed pridefully. Graves grabbed your jaw, two fingers sliding into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue, holding you in place. It looked like he wasn’t going to give up the facade.

“Honey, you’ve got a talented mouth, but I’m sure we both know who’s really in charge.” he grinned devilishly. With his free hand he teasingly cupped your clothed pussy, heat radiating from your core. “Now, it’s about time I teach you what happens when you misbehave.”

Graves removed his hand from your mouth and spun you around; with one hand he bent you over the sink counter and with the other he held your hands behind your back. The counter was cold against your cheek as he held you down by the back of your neck. Graves was also bent over your body so that his lips brushed the shell of your ear. ‘I should NOT be turned on by this’ you thought, but your traitorous body indicated you were: your panties were soaked, your skin had started to flush, you swore someone had turned the temperature up.

“Now, I suggest you take these lickin’s like a good girl. I’ve let you spend way too much time bein’ a brat.” Let you. He was trying to create some semblance of control having already lost it the moment he came down your throat. The statement was almost laughable. “And maybe if you do take it, I’ll be good to ya.”

You found yourself squeezing your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction. Graves seemed to notice this, using a foot to kick your legs open.

“Come now, none of that. Be patient.” he hummed, slowly removing his hand from your neck. You listened as his belt rattled, heard as it slid from his belt loops. You couldn’t see it, but you had a feeling you knew what was coming.

And holy shit did it turn you on.

Graves slowly slid your tiny leather skirt up over your hips and groaned as the sight of your plump ass. One of his hands smoothed over a cheek in admiration. You knew that would eventually turn to shape stings. The waiting only created more tension in your belly. You were only able to sense his presence over your body with how your cheek pressed into the cold counter.

The first contact of his belt with your ass made you jump and yelp, but a soft hand followed the blow as if to apologize. Another blow, another gasp. On the third blow, you moaned. You’d never been more thankful for the pounding music. Graves belted you one after the other, your moans growing louder as you did your best tor restrain yourself. On the final and hardest hit, you cried out louder than ever. You heard the belt clatter to the floor, a warm and calloused hand smoothing out the raw skin of your ass. Graves’ lips ghosted your ear with a grin.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he chided.

“I learned you hit like a pussy.” you hissed, not wanting him to know exactly how much you enjoyed it.

Graves apparently didn’t like that answer. He grabbed the front of your throat and pulled you up off the counter so that your back was pressed against his chest. He peered at you through the mirror, mouth right against your jaw.

“This ain’t the kind of game you wanna play, darlin’.”

“You certainly seem to be enjoying it.” you panted out, referring to his still-hard erection against your raw skin. Graves only huffed amusingly, dipping his head slightly and inhaling. He was definitely smelling you this time. His hand squeezed your throat lightly.

“You smell like leather and blackberries.. all the time. And it pisses me off because no matter what I do,” he whispered, hand creeping up to grope at your breasts, nipples visually straining against your shirt, “I can’t fuckin’ get rid of the smell of you.”

Graves bent you over yet again, except this time you were able to prop yourself up on your elbows enough so you could see the two of you in the mirror’s reflection. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, and you started to shimmy your skirt off. Graves’ hand grabbed yours.

“Don’t.” he snapped, forcing your hand back onto the counter. “Keep it on.”

“Yes, sir.” you said, your voice having dropped into a sultry tone. Graves growled, giving a hard slap to your ass. He definitely liked that; you’d use that over his head in the future. You watched through the mirror as Graves hooked his finger around your panties and yanked them down to your ankles.

“Lord have mercy..” he sighed, gazing at your naked heat. He used a finger to collect some of your wetness and brought his finger to his lips, making eye contact with you as he licked it slowly, savoring you.

“Gotta have you another time… you taste too good to miss out on that.” he muttered. You were too hazy with lust to argue at this point. He fisted his cock a couple of times, tapping his head against your wet entrance. He looked at you, bare chest heaving as he held your gaze. You gave the slightest, smallest nod, and he pressed himself inside.

Both of you audibly moaned at the sensation: you at the delicious spread his cock created and Graves at the warm, tight welcome of your cunt. He pushed in, inch by inch until he was fully seated within you, one hand gripping your hip and the other on your back.

As much as it pissed you off, you knew Graves was about to give you the best dick of your life.

Graves started thrusting deeply at a moderate pace. His hands gripped at your hips and his breathing turned into shameless panting and groaning. With every thrust his cock head kissed your cervix and you keened like a bitch in heat, thankful for the loud music and conversation of the bar hiding your noises. A hard slap to your ass elicited a rather load moan, spurring Graves more. He leaned forward, muttering filthy words into your ear.

“You like this? Gettin’ fucked in public?” he huffed with a particularly hard thrust, earning a moan from your lips. You weren’t down for the count yet. You looked up to him through the mirror.

“I liked to get fucked harder in public, sir.” you hissed, hands gripping at the side of the counter. Graves growled something that sounded like ‘dirty girl’ and picked up his pace, causing you to moan with reckless abandon. Moaning, grunting, cussing, and the slapping of skin filled the bathroom. You didn’t give a fuck anymore if someone heard.

You felt his hand reach down to your squelching cunt, his fingers finding you sensitive clit and beginning to circle it, unleashing a whole new wave of pleasure. As he circled your clit, sensing it was the missing piece to getting you to cum, you nearly died of embarrassment as you moaned.

Moaned his name.

You were thankful he couldn’t see your full face lest he notice your blushing, but you felt your stomach flutter as he wrapped a hand around your throat, rested his forehead on the back of your head, and groaned yours in return.

He never used your real name.

“Harder.” you moaned sweetly, your game of hatred losing out to your desire for release. Graves seemed to give up this illusion too as he followed your request, pounding into you hard enough to jolt your entire body.

“Oh fuck, I’m close!” you sighed, head dropping back against his as he circled your clit like his life depended on it.

“Give it to me, honey.” he growled into your hair, his thrusts relentless. As he thrusted harder, your moans got louder and the coil in your belly grew tighter. You cussed repetitively, your mouth starting to hang open. You were on the precipice of orgasm.

“Give it to me!” Graves growled into your ear, possessive and animal-like.

You came with a scream, burying your head into the crook of your elbow to muffle your cries as Graves pounded into you through your rush. You were almost too fucked out to notice his cock twitching, signaling he was also close. You look into the mirror through hooded lids, noticing a sheen of sweat on his chest. Gods, he was handsome.

“You gonna cum, sir? Gonna cum inside me?” you whined sweetly, egging him on to his release. Graves locked eyes with you, his also hazy with lust. You whined again, noticing his hips stuttered every time you did so. With one last pathetic whine, “Cum inside me, please.”

Graves came with a loud groan, spilling himself into you. The two of you sat there, unmoving as you tried to catch your breath for what felt like forever. He slowly pulled himself out, you whimpering at the sense of emptiness. You looked over your shoulder as he started down at his spend leaking from your cunt and down your legs. He grabbed a paper towel, wiping his cum off your legs and his own length before you stood upright and pulled your panties back up, shimmying your skirt down.

“You learn your lesson, sweetheart?” Graves drawled, stuffing his cock back into his pants before putting his shirt on.

“You know me, I’m not gonna give you a rest any time soon.” you said, straightening yourself out and fixing your hair. Graves stood so that he was directly behind you, trapping you against the counter once again.

“When we leave this room, I expect an attitude adjustment.” he muttered. You managed to push your way out from under him and made your way towards the door, unlocking it.

“Commander, you should know better than to expect that.” you turned over your shoulder to look at him. “I expect those claw marks on your backs will remind you of that.”

“Hawk-“ You stopped him, striding up so that you were chest to chest with him.

“Next time I have your dick in my mouth, I will bite down.” you hissed.

“You’re a crazy bitch.” Graves’ eyes betrayed his tone at the thought of your tongue on his cock.

“I’m startin’ to think you like that, Graves.” you smirked, turning and exiting the bathroom. You made your way back to the bar where you found Adams flying solo once again.

“I thought you passed out in the bathroom again.” he smirked, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Nah, not this time. Savin’ that for the Christmas party.”

“Then why are your knees dirty?”

Fuck.

You looked down and sure enough, your knees were bruised and dirty.

“Ooooooo, someone was naughty! Who was the lucky bastard?” he taunted, looking from the direction you came in. Naturally, he saw Graves exiting the bathroom hallway and his jaw dropped. “No fuckin’ way, Hawk…”

“Adams, shut the fuck up.”

[makemykneeshurt]

How the 141 would react to your struggles with self-harm.

HEAVY CONTENT WARNING

Self-harm, cutting, scars, blood, hurt/comfort

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Simon:

- Walked in on you in the bathroom as you were sobbing and cutting. "Shit- sorry." Only to notice the little droplets of blood on the floor and you hiding your arm. He grabbed your arm and forced you to show him. He would think about all the reasons why you would do this, trying to figure out any reason behind it.

- Would be angry at first, but then would help you clean up. He would rinse your arm under cold water and help you bandage it as you sobbed. "Shh.. just breathe, breathe for me baby.."

- You would cuddle until you fell asleep. He would caress your cheek and just watch you sleep. He would think of all the ways to help you.

- At some point during the night, he would go grab any sharp object and hide it, scared that you would do it again.

- He crawled back next to you, holding you tight against him, afraid that be would lose you.

- If he had to leave you alone, he would make sure you were 100% okay before leaving. He would always make sure to text you throughout the day, just to be sure.

- Gives death stares to anyone who pointed it out.

- Kisses your scars.

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Soap:

- After a long day, you two were cuddling as always. He saw your old scars on your arm, and he went dead quiet. He grabbed your arm and ran his fingers over the small bumps. "Baby, what's this?'

- You two would have a long conversation about your struggles with it, but he would be very understanding. He would make sure not to leave any detail out of his mind to ensure that you wouldn't do it again.

- He would hold you in his arms for the whole night as you slept. He would run his fingers through your hair and give small forehead kisses as you slept.

- Would cry if he saw new cuts on you. He would need to know every single reason for it, when, where, how, and with what.

- He would be very conscious about sharp objects around you, especially if you were use it. He would always keep an eye on you if you were handling a knife or a razor.

- Wouldn't make a big deal out of old scars eventually. He loved every single part of you. Would call you a tiger, though. "My little tiger."

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Gaz:

- Saw your cuts in the shower but didn't mention them until afterwards.

- Wouldn't know what to do. He would be really confused as to why and when you used to or do it.

- Would try to help take care of fresh cuts. Eventually, you needed to help him because he was so clueless. He would hate seeing bloody bandages because it reminded him of your struggles.

- Would make sure you weren't in pain as he cleaned your wounds. "Does that hurt? Sorry baby, I'm trying to be quick.."

- He would make small jokes about it just to make you laugh, but would apologize if you didn't find the joke funny. "You're like fruit ninja."

- Makes sure you're always comfortable with him if you needed space after self harming he would give you it. He would complain about it after you were fine. "Please don't push me out, love.."

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Price:

- He found you cleaning up your cuts in the bathroom. He would panic at first, grabbing your wrist and giving you a concerned look. "What is this? Did you do this?"

- Would hug you and give you kisses for minutes right then and there. He would help you clean up and bandage your wrists. His bandaging was the best you had ever seen, not too tight, just perfect.

- He would be soft on you for the rest of the day/night, asking if the cuts hurt at all. He would make sure to offer painkillers if needed and would make sure he could help with it. "Baby, please, take these.. I don't want to see you in pain.."

- During the days, he would text you more often, making sure how you were feeling. Would come check on you if you needed him. He would bring you your favorite chocolates when you were feeling down.

- If you ever wanted or needed to cut again, he would make sure you wouldn't. Would make you take a bubble bath and stay there next to you, helping you calm down and relax until you were feeling better.

- If he catched you in the act again, he wouldn't make a big deal out of it. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. You're going to be fine.." He would help you with it again without scolding you about it like he usually did if you did something wrong. It hurt him to see your blood drip down onto the sink and down the drain.

- 100% would stare at your scars and cry because he knew why you did it. It hurt him a lot.

[makemykneeshurt]

| Dangerous games |

MDNI!

Content: smut, choking, edging, overstimulation, gagging, oral, fingering, hate sex (sort of), teasing, semi public teasing.

Word count: 2,1k

(Tell me if I missed something)

Summary: You tease Ghost underneath the table with the rest of the 141 next to you. Needless to say, he gets pissed about it.

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Having to go civil in a busy city shouldn't be a big deal. Only if that wouldn't have lasted months. Safe to say, everyone was getting bored by now.

The 141, and you shared a hotel room, one of those fancy ones in the middle of the city. You had been stuck with Ghost as you two shared the bedroom. Surely you two didn't get along the best, but there was something between you two, something you couldn't quite explain. After weeks of sleeping next to each other, with the help of a little alcohol things got heated.

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After Soap had the great idea of heading out to a club downtown, you were getting ready to leave. You had kicked Ghost out of the bedroom when you got ready. You had recently bought a black skin-tight dress with matching heels. It's not something you would usually wear, but for now, it worked out. You had curled your h/c hair, done your makeup, and after a quick check on your whole outfit and grabbing your purse, you were done.

Needless to say, you looked great. You just didn't expect to get comments on it by Price and Gaz.

"Shit, Y/n.. Did you hit your head or something? I've never seen you wear something like that." Gaz looked at you up and down, Price gave you an approving smile and a nod as you all left.

You swore you saw Ghost stare at you behind his mask.

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The night started slow, but after a few drinks and everyone being a little bubbly, you all had fun. You were sitting next to Ghost at the big table, a red velvet couch surrounding the table nearly completely.

You felt the alcohol hit you as the air started to feel more warm, as the drinks started to taste better, as Soaps awful jokes started to be funny, as your hand traveled on Ghosts thigh.. Wait, what?

Ghost's heart skips a beat as he feels your hand on his leg. His mind is instantly wondering what you were doing. He breathes deeply to try to calm himself down. His expression becomes less relaxed, growing more tense. He focuses on the conversation, not giving you any satisfaction by not reacting.

You smile at him as the conversation with the rest of the guys continues. Your hand traveling further on his crotch, toying with his zipper. You were really pushing his buttons. You wanted to see how far you could go with him. You felt him grow hard in mere seconds. Ghost breath hitches slightly at what you're doing, his eyes narrowing at you.

He knows what you're doing now.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else. But he was going along with it.

You palm him through his jeans, not even looking at him, trying not to look suspicious or knowing at all. You just focused on the conversation as you continued, Ghost staying completely quiet. He kept eyeing the clock as if to see when would be a good time to head back to the hotel. You stopped every now and then, only to get back to it when he relaxed more.

This was going to be fun..

The time moved painfully slow. The drinks piled up pretty quickly. Soaps jokes grew less and less funny. The tension between you and Ghost grew more. You gave him quick glances to see if he was reacting to you only to see him look fairly relaxed, at least by his eyes.

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After it got late and Gaz was starting to be a little too wasted, you all figured it would be better to head back to the hotel. The car ride was tense, too tense. You felt Ghosts eyes on you the whole time. You wondered what he was thinking. Maybe he was going to kill you as soon as you walked into the hotel room. Maybe not..

After getting Gaz a glass of water and chatting a bit, you noticed Ghost walk into your bedroom. You gave yourself a small smile as you followed him in, closing the door behind you.

Right after you got the door closed, you felt arms grab your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. He held you there for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

"You play dangerous games, Y/n.."

"I thought you liked games, no?" You grin, the adrenaline from the tension was so sweet. You move your hands to his on your waist, turning around to face him.

Ghost stares back into your eyes, his anger boiling up more as he sees you grinning at him. "If you wanna play games, we can play games," he says, getting even closer to her. He's only half-joking.

"Try me, I bet you can't last-" You get cut off by Ghost's hand firmly on your throat. It was clear now. You had pissed him off. But you weren't complaining. You tried to keep your smug face on as you grabbed his strong arm instinctively, not to pull his hand away, but more like to hold on. He sat you down on the edge of the bed. You looked up at him as he held you there.

Ghost's hand around your throat tightens, and he stares into your eyes, his own full of anger. He doesn't say a word. His thumb pushes slightly into your neck, increasing the pressure slightly. Your grip on his arm tightens as well. It was getting harder to breathe as a breathy whine escaped your lips. He tilted his head at you. He looked a little puzzled.

"You like this shit, don't you?" He grins behind his mask, you could tell by his eyes. You give him a small nod, only to feel his grip tighten slightly. He pushed you down onto the mattress by your throat, his other hand moving to your cheek, to your chest, to your stomach, and down to your thighs. You felt your arousal pool as you felt his hand move under your dress. His other hand left your throat. You breathed in as you looked at him.

"Lift 'em hips." He kept his eyes on you as you lifted your hips. He pulled your thongs down as he thought to himself.. You had planned for this.

He moved down between your legs, his face merely inches away from your wetness. "Close your eyes, and keep 'em shut." You didn't hesitate one bit. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. You gasped lightly as you felt his hot tongue swipe through your folds. He groaned as he tasted you, noting to himself exactly how you tasted. His right hand was on your thigh, spreading your legs open as he ate you out. You couldn't help a moan escape your lips, only for him to stop in his tracks completely.

"As much as I love those pretty noises you make, I don't want the others to ruin my fun.." You nodded quick, covering your mouth with your hand, letting the other grip the sheets as he continued. You felt his finger move to your opening as he pushed a finger in. A muffled moan left your lips again as he let a second finger join in. His tongue made circles around your clit as he fingered you, your other leg moved on top of his shoulder, locking him in as you rocked your hips to get more friction. He groaned at your movements, sending oh so sweet vibrations to your clit, he knew what he was doing, and god he was good.

You felt a familiar knot tighten in your stomach as he kept going, your muffled moans growing more frequent, your hips rocking into his fingers, he knew you were close, it was quite obvious. He quickened his pace, adding a third finger as he spread you, eating you like a starved man. The muffled noises you made were straight out lewd, pornograbhic even. Your mind grew foggy from the pure pleasure you felt.

You felt that knot tighten and tighten until it was about to snap, then he pulled himself off of you, leaving you empty and on edge. Your hand left your lips as you breathed out shakily, frustration growing in you. You didn't dare to open your eyes, which only made you yelp as he spun you over on hands and knees.

He lifted your dress so it was over your ass, curled on your stomach. You heard a zipper go down and clothes drop, your breathing grew heavy from the anticipation as you felt his tip on your soaked cunt. His hands went on your hips as he lined himself up. You couldn't see him, but you felt it. He was thick.

"Bite onto something." His voice was low, breathy. You couldn't help but wonder how he looked right now. You grabbed the nearest pillow and bit onto it. As soon as you did, he pushed in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He stretched you out painfully slow, the stretch was so sweet as you gripped onto the sheets again, letting out muffled whines into the pillow as he moved inch by delicious inch.

Just as you thought he was done, he snapped his hips to yours, filling you up to the brim. He stayed there for a few moments, cursing at your tightness. "Fuuck.." he breathed out, his voice low and raspy as he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you right there where he wanted. He went slow at first, getting you used to the feeling, but after he felt you roll your hips against him, he sped up, ramming into you. His pace was steady as he stretched you, thrusting all the way deep inside of you.

He felt you clench around him, after almost cumming already your high came quick, too quick.

"Please, please, please.. m'cummin-." You barely even got your words out before you were writhing under him. Your hands flew to his thighs, trying to push him a little further away. He grinned as he felt you clench and shake underneath him. He picked up his pace as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them on your back as he continued rearranging your guts.

"You can take it, come on.. jus-.. fuuck.. one more." He groans out, his pace never faltering no matter how much you clenched on him. You were so sensitive, too sensitive. The overstimulation hit you like a bullet when you shook underneath him.

You felt his hand curl up in your hair, pulling you flush against him. His hand moved to your throat, holding you in pace as he fucked into you. He breathed out something, but you couldn't really put your mind in a place to hear it.

"Don't tell me you're cock drunk already?" He chuckles, his grip on your throat tightening so that your hands instinctively grab onto his arm, to hold on for dear life as he pistoned himself into you, hitting that sweet spot every single time.

Your second orgasm came over you without a warning. This only made Ghosts breath hitch as he bottomed out for a moment, probably so that he wouldn't cum right then and there. You felt empty as he pulled out, leaving you with an obscene squelch.

"Fucking hell.." He let go of your throat as you fell down, catching yourself with your hands as you breathed heavily. You turned around to face him again, and he had pulled his balaclava back on.

He looked down at you with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched you. Your legs shook as you looked at him, breathless. He moved closer to you, turning you around so that your head hung over the edge of the bed. You knew where this was going.

"Open up." He nearly growled as he looked down on you. You took him in your mouth in an instant, gagging as he pushed himself down your throat. He fucked your mouth slow, long strokes as he watched you gag and whimper under him.

"Good girl.. fuck.." His head leaned back, his breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. You could feel him twitch in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around his tip. He started going faster, chasing his own high as tears fell down your cheeks, your gag reflex long gone.

His hips fluttered, and his pace faltered as he pushed in one last time, coating your throat with his warm liquid, letting out a breathy moan as he pulsed in your mouth.

Slowly, he pulled out. Leaving you breathless as he helped you get cleaned up.

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He looked back at you as you layed on the bed, absolutely exhausted.

"No more games?"

...

"No more games."