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i know you haven't written anything for them in awhile but i still love kraken!price and sailor!graves... could you maybe write price's mating season ending but graves wanting to stay with him? angst with a happy ending maybe

It's been like six billion years since then but you know what?? Fuck it.

Link to the Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Also, I could've swore I put this on ao3?? I went through everything I've ever posted and apparently not??? This has been bothering for hours now but it's clearly not there??

It ended. Price knew rather quickly when it did. He woke up and his insides no longer ached. The raw need to be fucking someone, anything, now nothing more than a faint want.

Two months. On the dot.

Which meant he no longer needed Graves.

Graves no longer needed to stay.

Price's heart hurt so fast and so much it almost knocked him down. He didn't want to let go of him.

He peered from the water to watch his lover Graves fixing up the little hut he stayed in. It was pretty nice honestly, especially after two months of him working on it. He also had softened a little, not longer needing to do the hard labor of being a sailor. His figure also had just softened and he had tanned so much.

Price wanted to wrap his tentacles around him and kiss his face and lick all over him. Maybe put him in his mouth like a piece of candy.

Did Graves want to stay though? Yes, Price could force him. Could never let him escape. He spoiled him anyway.

Graves turned around and beamed when he saw him. He quickly got in the water and started to swim out to him. Price started to back away immediately and Graves paused, bouncing in the water.

"John?"

Even the way he said his name! He said it with so much love. So much care.

"John! Don't make me swim out to you." He called to him, sinking deeper into the water. So trusting. Even though Price could rip him to shreds, especially since he didn’t need him anymore, Graves still trusted him.

Price started to back up more, retreating. His cycle was over. He needed a clear head.

“Thank you, sailor, for your assistance. It was greatly appreciated.” Price rose up, towering over Graves.

“Oh.”

Why did Graves sound so… small? Is it because he’s nervous about Price’s height? Did he feel the tension? The need to claim?

“I suppose you’ll be bringing me back then?”

“Exactly as I promised. Whole. Unharmed.”

Graves shook his head slightly, as if disagreeing. Price felt his worry spike and he immediately dissolved back down into proper Human size as he grabbed Graves.

“Did I harm you?” He had considered himself so careful. That despite the size difference and how fragile humans could be, it was fine.

Graves smiled. “No, lover boy. I’m unharmed. I just do not think I’ll return whole.”

Price frowned and pulled him a little closer. Their bodies fit together well. No matter how much Price shifted and changed, Graves always fit perfectly like be changed as well. Or maybe, Price always changed with him in mind. Funny thoughts.

“Let me return you.”

Graves grabbed him hard. “Wait. Were you planning on swimming all the way to my home? It’s across the ocean. I’ll either drown from going under or die from the sun. Maybe it would be better we wait? I’m sure a boat will pass by eventually.” Unknown to Price, Graves was fishing for more time. He needed to find a way to convince Price to let him stay forever. Or at least the courage to ask so he could be respected and move on.

Price nodded immediately. “Of course! I wouldn’t want to kill you after everything. It wouldn’t be upholding my promise.”

“Exactly!” Graves smiled, something about it fake. “Can I hold on to you for a bit? I’ll miss floating like this. I know the sun is out so it’s fine if I have to wait.”

Price would never deny him. He wrapped around him tight. It wasn’t like he was a vampire, the sun just made him itchy after a while. Relaxing into the gentle waves, they lulled them both. Price was careful not to ever fall asleep before, but he did this time. He made sure Graves was secured to his chest, face in his neck, before doing so.

Huge mistake.

Graves was fine of course but the itchy painful sensation was everywhere. It hurt and even though a boat came by, Graves insisted he stay to help him because he was a pain to take care of himself. When night came, he’d gently rub some kind of leaf that brought great relief to the worst of the places and kiss his cheeks.

“It’s called a sunburn.”

“Sunburn.” Price repeated.

“Exactly! It’s awful but we humans have plenty of remedies.” Graves gave him another kiss.

Price huffed. “Is the kissing part of it?”

“No. I just know I’ll miss kissing you.”

His heart hurt again.

They were stargazing. Between the two of them, they had a name for every star and constellation. Stories woven by friends and ancestors alike.

“That’s the Big Dipper. I’ve also heard it’s a bear with a long tail.”

“I’ve heard it’s a stingray that’s carrying the universe on its back.”

Graves loved that version. Price was rewarded with those giant blue eyes staring at him. Smiling. Soft.

It hurt.

A boat was coming, but Price needed more time. Maybe he could convince Graves to stay. So when Graves was asleep, he forced the boat to change her path and go else where. No where near his human.

And then he wrapped himself around Graves, ignoring his sleepy protests about the cold water. He kissed him until Graves was awake and took him on the soft sands of the beach. Didn’t stop until Graves was sobbing as the sun came up. Body spent and over sensitive and broken.

Graves made sure he kissed him before Price sank back into the depths of their little sanctuary. He didn’t go inside immediately. His legs shaking too much. Instead he made designs in the sand until he could stand up and limp back in.

Price watched him silently. Watched the quiet smile even as his body clearly hurt. Graves couldn’t properly mate him. They’d never be right. He didn’t even know how long humans live.

Still, he was perfect.

The third ship was undeniable. It sailed right to them and Graves spotted it immediately.

There was a quiet between the two.

“How should I handle this? I could bring you there and then put you on deck?”

“I’d be accused of devilry and killed.” Graves bluntly spoke.

“I put you near the ship and you pretend to be shipwrecked?”

“No other survivors? Suspicious.”

Price frowned. “You’re being… combative.”

Graves glared at him for a moment before sighing. “It’s nothing. I’m just being… i loathe to say it. I’m being sensitive. I knew this was two months. I just wished it was longer.”

“Oh?” Price glanced at him.

“Don’t worry. I know the deal. I won’t ask for more. But yeah, I wish I had more time with you.”

Price reacted fast. His tentacles wrapped around the incoming boat fast, crushing it. He crushed their lips together next and Graves kissed back just as roughly.

“Even though you weren’t in heat and therefore didn’t need it, I let you wreck me and it never occurred to you maybe I wanted to stay around??” Graves muttered into him.

“Never occurred to you that I fucked you outside of my mating season?”

Graves paused and recalibrated before biting Price’s lip. “Bastard. I hope they have those candies I like.”

“I’m going to spoil you.”

#I'VE BEEN READING AND REREADING THIS FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS #and then i LOST IT #so i'm rebageling it so i can find it later :3 #and bc it's GOOD STUFF!!!!!!! #phillip graves #captain john price #john price #pricegraves

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NikPriceGraves Smut sounds amazing :D!

First attempt at this so if it's bad, y'all were warned

Price was a little surprised the two of them managed to organize this. Between all of their busy schedules, it was hard for any of them to get to spend time with each other and somehow they managed this.

"So what are you two's plans? Movie? Dinner date?" Price smiled at them.

"Get undressed." Nik responded and Graves grinned at Price. The two of them looked a bit feral.

Price looked between the two of them before reaching up and slipping off his shirt, ignoring the buttons entirely. His soft white undershirt clung to his skin a little. He pulled that off too and then undid his belt. The hungry way both men looked at him did not go unnoticed.

Graves looked at his tattoos and chest while Nik kept his eyes on where Price was sliding his pants down.

He muttered something in Russian that Price couldn't translate. Probably did that on purpose, the cheeky bastard.

"Aren't you two going to get undressed? Or am I just going to sit here while you ogle me?"

Graves moved fast. Kissing along his neck and raking his nails down his front, making Price groan a little. Nik laughed and grabbed Price by his belt loops, leading the two of them into bed.

They descended on him like vultures, kissing every spare inch of skin and demanding more. His pants were shoved down and one of them, probably Nik based on how big the hands were, forced his thighs to spread.

Graves spoke to him, lips right into the shell of his ear. "We wanted to take care of you for once." Something slipped around his wrists. "This okay?"

"Yes." Price trusted them. Plus, he was so curious what they meant by take care of.

When Nik's tongue licked up his throat, he had a feeling he'd enjoy it.

So with Price's wrists tied, rendering him helpless, Graves kissed down his chest before his fingers tapped over his stomach before sliding further down. He felt them move between his legs, stroking him slowly and then gathering the precum that leaked off of him. It spread over his fingers before he pushed the tip of one his fingers inside.

"Tight." Graves commented.

"Been too long." Nik mumbled, currently sucking hickeys into his throat. "Usually he has somewhere to be where he can't be sore." The eye roll could be heard in his voice.

Price went to say something and Graves pushed his fingers in deeper, reveling in the stretch. He shut up quickly to moan instead.

Nik laughed. "Come on, Captain. You know we both love you." Sparks ran up Price's spine. "Relax for us. Just want to take care of you." His hand joined Graves's, but it started to stroke him.

"I'm not a young man, don't want me to finish too soon, yeah?" Price mumbled to him and Nik reluctantly pulled back.

"Can't have that."

Graves pressed a bundle of nerves and Price arched, panting softly. He kissed Price's chest, pressing against the hair there. Nik pulled Price into a kiss and Graves pulled his fingers out.

They rearranged him and he was now against Graves's chest with Nik at his back. Nik kissed his back while Graves pulled him closer, taking his chance to kiss him now. Kiss him until Price was breathless.

Price felt them move him like he was nothing. It wasn't often he was made to feel light. He still didn't feel small. Nik was his height and Graves was a few inches shorter, but the two of them moved him easily.

Price pushed into Graves, panting softly. "Nik stretched me out beforehand. I can see why you like his hands." Graves purred to him, giggling when Price's cock twitched inside him at the image and his voice.

Nik pushed into him and he groaned softly. They all waited a second, letting Graves and Price adjust while Nik gently ran his fingers through Price's hair.

"Pretty boy." Graves purred.

"Fuck off." Price mumbled, every spare amount of thought put into trying to ward off finishing. He started to move eventually, fucking into Graves. Nik mostly stayed still, but every movement moved them both.

They were all over him. Pressed against his back and chest and kissing him again. Both of them started to move now and Price just sat there, forced to take it.

It was intense. He felt both spoiled and overwhelmed, falling into them and letting them handle it. Nik hit the right spot because his vision almost whited out. He was surprised he didn't come right then and there.

Graves forced Price's face to his neck and he immediately bit down, loving the way he arched beneath him. Nik pushed them both down and fucked him harder while Graves almost lazily rolled his hips.

Price came so hard his back arched and wouldn't let up. He felt his toes curl and his body shook. It almost hurt, his body all tensed up. When he came down, they were both moving faster, almost frantic. Trying to both prolong his pleasure while also getting their own. Price reached behind himself and tangled his hands in Nik's hair.

Overstimulation started to set in, but he didn't want them to stop yet. Didn't want this to end. Tears started streaming down his face but he kissed Graves and jerked into him.

Graves came and he scratched at both of them. Nik finished over Price's back and he could hear in the grin in his voice. "красивый"

"I'm... going to have to return this favor. Team up with one of you guys." Price panted. Nik would always be down. Between the three of them, Graves had the most stamina and it would be so fun to torment him. They'd have to get creative with Nik, but he was sure he and Graves could handle the task.

Nik pulled out and Price groaned. He went to pull away from Graves and Graves quickly tugged him back.

"Little longer, Casanova." Graves kissed him all over his jaw. Price nodded and laid on top of him. Nik scratched at Price's scalp soothingly.

"In a minute, we'll get a bath drawn. Just catch your breath, золотце." Nik promised and laid his cheek on Price's back.

#EATING IT EATING THIS OM NOM NOM #phillip graves #captain john price #cod nikolai #nikpricegraves

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I just had the most hilarious idea,

Price jerks off so much to Graves in the suit, that he now has a pavlovian response to it,

and the next time he sees Graves in person, he's wearing the fucking suit and Price just auto-pops a boner💀

This is peak Fucking comedy, just the idea of Graves asking Price why he’d bricked up in the middle of the war room. He obviously wouldn’t assume it’s him in a suit doing it, that doesn’t make any sense.

Everyone else knows though, it’s pretty obvious

#WHEEEEZE #i love it 😂 #it's so good and so silly and so would happen #phillip graves #john price #pricegraves #cod mwiii

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PLEASE write the character analysis for graves, i’m so invested in this

a little late but I really wanted to make this!

Graves was born in Texas to a not so well off family. They were poor in the way most people were at the time. One missed paycheck or too big emergency and everything would crumble. His family consisted of three kids. Graves being the youngest.

His mom didn't hide that he was not her favorite child. Due to her status, there was a ton of praise, but it came with a double edged sword of cutting remarks when people wouldn't notice. Everything was scrutinized. His actions ripped to shreds and put under a microscope. Always searching for something wrong.

She used religion as a weapon. He had to be godly. Holy. Never commit a sin. Never want for more. Greed, even for something as free as affectionate, was punished. Resting his aching body was sloth. He never made a fool enough of himself to look at men with lust. His hide had been tanned more times than he ever wanted to think about and the concept of privacy was non existent most of his life.

Graves saw it as her trying to make him a better man. Clearly that's what she wanted. His father was distant. Always finding excuses to not be around any of his kids. He looked at him with something just a step above disdain.

Grave had tried to emulate that with his Shadows when he started. It's how his father garnered his respect, clearly that's how he could too. Instead, it made them look at him like he'd scream at them. Not fearful. No. More... annoyed. As if he was a dog that would bark and snap and snarl for no reason but wouldn't bite them.

He started to act more like his older sister. Only with them. Friendlier. It felt clumsy from disuse.

In high school, he had been popular. He had charm, personality, looks. Maybe not so much height as he stopped firmly at 5'7 until senior year when he got the last two inches before stopping permanently. People liked him. He was smart, always willing to tutor, always trying to be better. His father always looked at him the same. HIs mom showed pride when she could show it off.

Graves made sure when someone did anything, he told them he was proud. That he was happy for them. Truly. He loved people most of the time.

His door had a double lock on it at all times. One with a key and a deadbolt. No one entered his room.

His parents didn't fight. Not truly. His father would have to engage for that.

Graves remembered the one day he did. He screamed at her. Something about his sister. He wasn't sure.

Traditional values were important. So important. Always stand by family. God comes first. Men are the heads of the household and women were homemakers.

Graves tried once. The lady was nice enough. Wanted four kids and to stay home. Everything he needed for his mom's life plan for him.

She was perfect honestly. Men told Graves constantly how lucky he was. And they were great friends. But when they kissed, when they held hands or when they touched, there was so clearly something missing. Graves refused acknowledge that his eyes lingered on men. That sharing a drink with one of his guy's did something for him that she just couldn't seem to.

First time they had sex, he couldn't look her in the eye. He still remembered the conversation they had afterwards. She was a good woman. Everything a christian should be. Graves found religion slipping from him day by day, but he'd always remember the way her cross necklace had glittered at him.

She had asked him gently what he was thinking about.

Graves wanted to tell her he felt ashamed of the sin they committed or that he just had trouble getting it up. Instead, he sobbed, the second time he could ever remember crying in front of someone, and admitted he was thinking of a friend of his from the church. One of his guy ones.

She had pet his hair and let him get it all out before telling him it was over between them. They lived together as roommates for six more months. Their dynamic barely changed. They still watched movies and still split the chores the same way because Graves had never felt comfortable being idle.

His father had sat on his chair every night. The kids rushing around him to clean everything. Always at risk of being screamed at by their moms if their chores weren't done fast enough.

Personally, he could never stomach just sitting there. If he ever had kids, a thought that felt more and more foreign, he would never just let his wife handle everything. He'd never call his daughter a slut or interrogate his son for being a faggot.

Graves started going by Graves instead of his actual last name in high school. One day, right after he turned 18, he changed his last name. He never told his family. Why should he?

When he told them he wanted to go into the military, his father looked proud of him. It drove him for years before one day, he looked around and it hit him. He was right back where he was as a child. With people yelling at him and forcing him to do things and at some point, he grew up in a way no one else did.

Graves was tired of that. He left. He started his own company. He picked his Shadows carefully. And it was going to be better.

It was. Then he dealt with death for the first time.

The Shadow's name was Dillon and he was from his hometown. Graves cried at his funeral. His mother told him to man up. His father hadn't talked to him since he left the military.

Graves didn't go to any funerals in that area again.

His mother called him to let him know his father died. He didn't cry.

Graves didn't cry when his mother went into the ground either.

He cried for each of his Shadows. He cried when he realized God was a foreign concept to him.

The aftermath of Los Almas was the worst few weeks of his life. Yes, he wanted to blame the 141. But he understood it. Survival was important. He couldn't seem to get the wrath in his soul to stay.

So he let it go. He became friends with Farah and Alex. Met Price. He refused to apologize for what he did, but Price seemed to accept it the same way he did. It just wasn't worth staying angry at some point.

Maybe it wasn't healthy.

Graves had been.... not quite out. No one asked so no one knew. Mila said he was in a glass closet but that didn't feel quite right. It implied everyone could tell.

Graves didn't like that. Not out of shame. Just... he was a private person. His room had three locks.

At some point, he gave the key to Price. It was more symbolic than anything. Until Graves kept the other locks unlocked so it actually worked. Anyone could knock at any point, but only Price could just walk in. Not that he ever did. He always knocked.

Graves and Price split the chores in the house. Neither wanted kids. It was nothing like his mother's life plan. It was perfect.

#eating this #i have very similar thoughts about him in school and early dating #very very similar #so cool #love the second half 🤌 #cod mwii #cod mwiii #phillip graves

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Hi I really love your PriceGraves stories and I don know if you still do story requests so can I ask for one with the idea of Price and Graves caring and loving a fluffy white teacup Pomeranian puppy? It is a gift from one of the Shadow recruit to try and cheer Graves up after losing Dumpling, and Graves couldn't say no to the tiny angel baby floofer? I like the idea of two grown men adoring such a very tiny puppy, you can also involve the rest of the 141 too!

Absolutely! Also, little fun fact, Dumpling was based on my Grandma's shih tzu. She was 18 when she died and did so the day after my grandmother died. Though personally I don't think my grandma deserved the loyalty, the little dog met her breed's standards with every day she told the grim reaper to wait.

Price had spent the entire week with Graves after Dumpling died. After day three, he just got up and started working again. From the outside, someone could assume he shook off the loss, but Price saw that he still didn't eat much and mostly drank coffee now a days. He tried to coax him into eating by having Oz cook, but Graves usually only choked down a few bites and thanked him.

All of the Shadows took notice and they talked. Price wondered what they were planning, but he spent most of his time with Graves, almost all of his time in fact. Graves eventually insisted he was fine, but Price saw him touching her favorite blanket or lightly pushing her bowl with his foot.

Price sat with him in the living room and Graves leaned against him. He was napping silently as they sat together and Price was thankful. Graves hadn't been sleeping well.

One of the shadows peaked in before quickly closing the door. He watched the door as multiple looked into the room and went back out. There was a short period of time before the door opened again but no one peeked in.

A tiny, fluffy white dog walked in and Price froze. He must've tensed too fast cause Graves woke up immediately.

The dog's tail wagged a little before they did a little spin. Their tail wagged so hard it made their whole body move.

"What is this?" Graves mumbled.

"I think she's a gift." Price answered, looking closer at her.

Graves sat up and reached for her. He scooped her up and she barked. "Tiny thing. I hope she's old enough to be away from her mom like this."

Price pet her and she licked his hand. "Pomeranian right?"

"Yeah. She is." Graves smiled at her. "Beignet."

"What?"

"I'm going to name her Beignet." Graves said softly. He held her for a moment before handing her to Price. He grabbed Dumpling's bowls and put them away before getting out a regular plate. Price pet Beignet as Graves set up a bowl of food for her. "Old superstition. If you let a dog eat from a bowl of a dead dog... It's bad luck."

Price smiled at him and then set down Beignet. She rushed over to start to gobble down food. Her little tail just kept going.

Graves knelt down and watched her. He stayed there until she was done and she licked at his fingers. For the first time all week, he smiled.

Beignet barked.

#HNGGF MY HEART #pricegraves

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Celebration or Funeral

Graves invites the crew out to a bar for seemingly no reason and hopefully no ulterior motives.

Price was dumbfounded at the audacity honestly. Graves had sent out an invite to the 141 and Alejandro and Rodolfo. Even included plus ones if they had a partner to bring.

He didn't understand at all. It was so bizarre. The invitation was safe. They had a team to check for anthrax and the like. But everything had been given the seal of approval.

There was a time, date, location, even coordinates in case they didn't know the place. He had checked. It was a bar in Texas that was close enough to the border that the Los Vaqueros wouldn't have to travel too far from home. It was close to where they had chased Hassan originally.

The 141 would have to fly of course, but that's cause they were stationed in Urzikstan at the moment.

Price mentioned it offhandedly to Farah, planning to toss it out and never ever seeing that traitor again.

But Farah had smiled at him. "Oh! Yeah, Alex and I were going to go. I'm glad Phillip decided to invite you guys."

"Phillip? You guys are on first name basis now?"

She frowned at him, immediately looking displeased. "Price, remember what we talked about. We've been working together for a while now."

"You can't trust him."

"I never said I did. I simply ask you trust me." Farah huffed. "And I will be going to their outing. He does this with his closest Shadows often and Alex and I always have a nice time. Maybe you all need to come along. It might be good to clear the air since we will continue to work with each other."

Price really wished he could convince Farah to stop working with him, but if she insisted on doing so, he would be there. "Fine. I'll come."

The other three agreed to come immediately, not wanting Price to walk into an ambush, relatively, alone.

The plane ride was... uncomfortable to say the least.

Ghost was currently glowering at Alex who kept glancing over at him and grimacing. He'd sigh passive aggressively and Alex would turn around to glare at him back.

"And why are those two acting like jilted lovers?" Price aske Gaz and Soap.

"Oh, Alex said he and Graves had become friends and Ghost is made because the two of them and Alejandro are friends. He considers it a betrayal to their friendship." Gaz explained.

"Ah. Are you also upset, Soap? You did get shot."

Soap nodded. "Well. I am pissed. But with Makarov around, Graves helping Farah to fight him, and him betraying Shepherd to throw him under the buss, I'm trying to stay level headed about it."

It was a shockingly grounded take. Price wished he could do the same. Inside, the anger was too hot. Too volatile. He didn't know what it was about Graves that just got under his skin, but forgiveness wasn't on the table.

Honestly he wanted to just beat him into the ground. Hurt him like he had hurt Soap and Ghost in Los Almas. Like he had hurt the Vaqueros.

He felt like a rabid dog when he thought of it. Normally, he was so much better at keeping his emotions in check.

Farah patted him suddenly and he glanced up at her. "Do you want a drink, old man?"

"Yeah. I could use one." He stood up and followed her to the cabin. The plane used to be a private one, but it had been repurposed for Farah and her Freedom Fighters. It was better for long distances than a helicopter and it had better optics when they had to make speeches or talk with government operations.

Farah didn't keep much alcohol on board, but she did keep a thing of whiskey for the two of them to share. She poured them both a glass and he took it from her gratefully.

"I understand why you're upset."

"And I understand why you're working with him." Price interrupted. "I do. I promise. It's just an adjustment. Especially finding out you socialize with him."

"Mostly I socialize with Oz actually."

"Oz?"

"His second in command! He's great. Very cool. He's shown me how to play video games." Farah smiled so softly, almost like she was embarrassed.

Price smiled a little himself, thinking of Farah being... normal. She had fought for so long. Her entire childhood spent in hell. If she enjoyed spending time with this "Oz" guy, he must not be awful. "Okay. I'm going to give all of them a chance, alright?''

"Thank you, Price. I do appreciate it." Farah squeezed his arm. "Really. I hope we can all work amicably."

They settled back down with the others and rested for this rest of the plane ride.

The moment they touched down, Farah and Alex were quickly getting out. Price bit his tongue and hung back, the 141 one quickly following his lead, even though Gaz did glance at Alex and Alex did glance back.

"Try to play nice. No unnecessary fights." Price ordered, patting Gaz's back.

"Aye, Captain." Soap responded.

Ghost stayed very quiet, only giving the slightest nod.

"At ease."

They didn't really separate. Maybe it was unease at being on unfamiliar turf or the fact that they were all enemies.

Alejandro was smoking near his car, Rudy at his right. His body language shifted, relaxing at the same time the grin appeared on his face. "Hermanos!"

Soap smiled. "Alejandro, Rodolfo. Long time no see."

Alejandro grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. Soap did the same with Rodolfo.

Gaz nodded at them. "Colonel Vargas. Sergeant Major Parra."

"I feel we're on a first name by now, Sergeant Garrick." Rodolfo smiled at him. "Nice to see you again."

Alejandro nodded but jumped into business. "Our invitation said this was an... apology. You guy's mention anything about this?"

"No. Just an invitation."

"Interesting. Let's head inside."

The bar itself was full of people. It took Price a moment before he realized it, but, with the exception of the bartender, every person in the room was a Shadow. All of them were in civvies, but he recognized a few of them from chance in encounters. They all talked about their work with no issues.

Alex had a cowboy hat on. For some reason, this was something he noticed immediately. He was currently downing a pint, trying to drink it faster than a dark haired woman who was currently beating him.

Farah was chatting animatedly with a giant man with strange makeup on. HIs hair was set up a bit like a vikings would be. He was smiling at her and nodding excitedly.

Price didn't like it.

The giant man looked at him and quickly looked... embarrassed? It was an odd look on such a big man.

Farah followed his gaze and waved Price over. He quietly walked over, keeping an eye out on everyone. Most people were drunk or getting there so there weren't many threats.

Oz smiled at him, standing up. Price didn't like that he had to tilt his head up to look him in the eye.

"It is nice to meet you, Captain. You too, Colonel. The rest of you." Oz seemed unsure of himself.

"Oz, I'm assuming?"

"Yes, sir." Oz nodded.

Farah smiled. "We were talking about a game he showed me! It's called Terraria. It's so much fun!"

"Now, Osmond." There was that familiar accent. Graves was smiling, looking... stupidly casual. A flannel shirt, tight jeans, a belt buckle. A walking stereotype of American. "Please tell me you haven't converted Farah to your nerdy shit."

"Hey!" Farah defended him. "It's fun!"

Graves shook his head, a bright blush on his face from intoxication. "Whatever you say, ma'am." He looked at them. For a moment, he made eye contact with Price and it was like a lightning bolt. But then his eyes skipped right over to him to Alejandro. He took a deep breath. "It's nice to see you again, Colonel. And you, Sergeant Major."

"The feeling is not mutual."

Graves stepped a bit closer, on the very edge of his personal space. "Alright. Hit me."

Alejandro frowned.

"One free hit. Consider it the start of us getting even with each other. There's no guns in here. No one is going to stop you and I'm not going to hit you back. So, hit me."

Alejandro weighed his options for a split second before socking Graves so hard on the side of his jaw that Oz had to catch him before he stumbled.

Graves took a split second, blinking involuntary tears from his eyes. He faced him again. "Great. Your drinks are on us." Despite the freshly blooming bruise, he still managed a rather charming smile.

Alejandro shook his head but stepped back. Rudy didn't.

"Only fair I let you have one, yeah?" Graves smiled right before Rodolfo hit him hard in the stomach.

"Stay out of Los Almas." Rudy hissed to him.

"I was planning on it, amigo." Graves managed to straighten up after a minute. "You four aren't getting a hit."

"Gonna let me shoot you later?" Soap growled at him.

Graves laughed. "Nah. Have as many shots as you want though." He nodded at them and walked away, clearly hurting a little but playing it off.

Price ordered the most expensive whiskey available. He downed a shot, keeping an eye on Graves as he went to each table. His hands touched every Shadow's shoulder. It was a light touch but Price recognized it. He did the same thing when the 141 came back from missions. A light touch to let him know they were alive.

"John." Simon muttered. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm following the Colonel's lead. He seems to be trying to run up a tab. I'm going to do the same. Farah also seems... happy. A normal friendship outside of the military will be good for her. Or as close as this is."

Ghost nodded and sat next to him. They observed them for a good minute before Gaz slunk to Price's other side. Soap was mingling.

There was country music playing. It sounded modern, but Price didn't exactly listen to the genre. He sighed and ordered another whiskey, hoping to keep himself just drunk enough to relax but not so drunk he couldn't fight.

As the songs flipped through, Price got tipsy enough to mildly enjoy himself. His friends had left him at some point, not too far away, just around.

Something came on the radio and Graves climbed on to a table. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone and he was panting a little bit.

"Turn that motherfucker off!"

"Come on, Graves it's just one song!"

"No! I've hated that motherfucker for ages and suddenly he wants to prounce around like a little bastard. That motherfuckers went to a fucking private school! Get his ass off my radio!" Graves hissed.

Price swallowed thickly. Maybe it was the whiskey, of which he was a few glasses down. Maybe it was the sudden anger and passion in his face. But he felt flushed from more than alcohol.

The next song, which sounded like a love ballad to him, seemed to please Graves who started to sing along. Despite the table being wooden, it held his weight as he stomped his boots on it. He smiled brightly as he did and someone handed him a whiskey bottle to drink during the chorus.

Price made eye contact with him and quickly glanced around to talk to his team.

HIs team which was not there.

Ghost and Simon had started to banter, making fun of people in the room despite never looking away from each other.

Gaz, who now had that cowboy hat on, had gotten swept up in Alex, the two of them currently dancing. Alex was a little out of step, his prosthetic leg probably making it harder.

Farah was now dancing with one of the pretty Shadows. The two of them twirling around.

Even Alejandro and Rodolfo were staring at each other, Rudy's hand was on Alejandro's chest.

Fuck. He didn't have anyone around.

Price looked back up at Graves who had looked away but somehow a few more of his buttons had come undone. His head tilted back, showing off a pretty neck. Fuck, his chest was heaving, breath puffing out of him.

They were making eye contact again. Graves licked his bottom lip and drank more of his whiskey.

Price got up and went to the bathroom. He took off his hat for a moment and splashed his face with water to try to sober up a little.

"Price." That fucking accent sounded from behind him. Maybe he should've hid in one of the stalls. But that would've felt juvenile.

"Graves." He looked in the mirror at him.

The man smiled. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. You alright?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Price growled out, watching those red cheeks got redder.

Graves shrugged a little. "Don't know. Maybe I'm projecting on ya a little." He looked away, drinking more of the bottle.

"I'm angry."

"is it all at me?"

"No. Not just you." Price sighed and straightened up. He walked over until he was standing over him. Graves straightened up a little but he let Price take the bottle from his hand. His eyes followed his lips as he took a long drink.

Graves sighed. "Good?"

"Cheap tasting." Price tried to tease him, but it fell flat.

The pretty blue eyes peering up at him wouldn't let him go. It was infuriating. He found himself leaning down, lips pressing against Graves's, tasting the whiskey off of them. His tongue darted out to deepen it. For a blissful moment, his mouth opened up to let Price in.

Then he was turning away. "This isn't going to fuck up your team, is it?"

Price blinked and it was like reality slammed into him. "It is."

Graves smiled sadly. "John, I'd love to. But I'd be a right ass fucking up what you got going on. I think I've done enough damage."

"It'd feel great. God, I'd treat you right."

He laughed and Price felt his stomach clench. The rest of the whiskey bottle was slipped into his hand. They shared another kiss, tongues chasing each other.

"If you're sober, and still want to, go ahead and call me."

#ooooihhhhhhh i love jt #yessssss #no ulterior motives at ALLLLLLL #beautiful #cod mwii #cod mwiii #phillip graves #john price #pricegraves

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It had been too long since I last drew Soap 🙏

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#DO YOU NEED A HAND THERE #CHRIST ALMIGHTY #john soap mactavish #HAIR #HNGNG #😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #suggestive #need to suffocate in his beautiful hairy chest please pleasr pleade i neebd it

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Just Give In MDNI 18+

WARNING: NON-CON!!!

Price/Graves

Read on AO3 HERE!

Words: 2132

Summary: After the tank exploded, Graves was found alive, and now Price has some questions for him... and some very interesting and effective ways of getting them.

The burns from the tank explosion still throbbed, not helped along by the various cuts and bruises Graves now sported from others trying to extract information from him. He had finally finished coughing up all of the water they waterboarded him with, when the door screamed open.

He knew that he was in for another round of pain. Graves’ head stayed tucked into his chest, too heavy and painful to lift, even to assess whatever new threat was in front of him. And maybe, he was trying to avoid the thought of more pain, more torture.

Deep voices drifted into his ears, bouncing around as he tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was pointless. Rotating his raw wrists in their restraints, chained to the arms of the chair, Graves impatiently waited for his newest punishment. His ankles had been similarly chained to the legs of the chair, and had become red and angry from all of his pointless struggling.

As the door screeched in protest, he heard the steady gait of his newest tormentor walking towards him. Slowly, the heavy boots came to a stop in front of him.

The new man slowly crouched down, tilting his head to look Graves in the eyes.

“Hello, Graves,” greeted the rough voice of Captain Price, arms crossed loosely across his knees as he studied the traitor.

“Ah, Captain, they sent you to me now, did they?” he huffed a hollow laugh, “Come to attempt to beat the information out of me?”

“And why won’t you just give in?” the Captain stood up, slowly walking around to the back of the chair. Price’s large body pressed up against the uncomfortable metal chair Graves was chained to.

His large hands started at Graves’ bare shoulders, causing him to stiffen at the gentle touch, flinching as they traveled to cup his neck. It would be so easy to kill him in this position. “It would be so much better if you would just give in.” the strong callused hands gently slid up and down the back of his neck before they came to cup his jaw.

Price tilted his head up to look at him, and Graves groaned as the back of his head was slowly lowered against Price’s firm stomach. Those rough hands held his face so gently, and after all of the beatings, he had no idea how to handle it. So Graves did what he always did.

He scoffed, “You say that like I don’t know the instant I tell you what you need to know I’ll be shot.”

Staring into his face, he saw the brief amusement flash across Price’s eyes. “Hm, I’m hurt you think so.” those sinful hands left his face, letting it list to the side, trailing down to play with the blond hair on his chest.

“I suppose I can’t change your mind…” the Captain trailed off with a sigh, “But I still need you to tell me what you know about Shepherd.”

Before he could even form a retort, those large hands graze his nipples causing Graves’ breath to stutter. He looked up to see a small grin on Price’s face, before he circled his thumbs around the sensitive peaks.

“You are technically marked as KIA, so I can do whatever I want to you.” Graves didn’t have to look down to know he was hardening in his briefs, and maybe if he didn’t look, just closed his eyes, he could pretend it wasn’t happening.

“Just give in Graves, and I will stop right now.” Price was offering him a way out, and he was so tempted to take it. Just give in, Shephard had betrayed him, Graves owed him nothing.

But it wasn’t about Shephard, if he thought he would survive it, he would give all the information he had on the man. Not that it was much, just a laptop back at base.

His silence must have given Price the answer he was looking for, because he flashed his teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Guess I just have to do this my way,” he muttered, pulling out a knife and cutting a hole in Graves’ briefs, the only thing he had been left in for the torture.

One of Price’s large hands wrapped around Grave’s cock, pulling it free from the dark blue fabric, stained in some places with his blood. Unable to face what was happening to him, Graves closed his eyes.

“You have such a gorgeous cock,” muttered Price, slowly dragging his hand up and down the supple flesh with single-minded focus, while the other hand fondled his left nipple.

In only a few short strokes, his cock was leaking all over Price’s hand, which he smeared with a rough thumb across his slit that had his back arching, a low groan tearing itself from his throat against his will.

“Huh, did you like that?” he kept his eyes shut as Price repeated the motion, hearing a soft chuckle from behind him. “Oh you definitely liked it.” he muttered as he dragged a slick hand down to the root and back up in slow even strokes.

Attempting to stifle the truly embarrassing noises Price was extracting from him, Graves bit down on his tongue. Hard.

The Captain made an unhappy noise, and the hand toying with his nipple left, and suddenly two fingers were shoved in his mouth, prying it open. “No, I need you to keep that gorgeous tongue of yours,” he chided gently, a third finger forcing its way in, Price’s pointer and ring finger holding his mouth open while his middle finger pushed his tongue down.

“Now be a good boy and don’t you bite my fingers,” he warned, and Graves’ eyes fluttered open as he made a pathetic pleading noise in the back of this throat, choking on the long thick fingers.

“Oh I should have guessed,” he muttered, “You like that?” he paused for a long slow stroke up Graves’s cock, “You like being called a good boy?”

Graves didn’t respond, kept carefully still, but that was answer enough for Price who, still smiling, hummed, “Most people think that torture is pain. Physical pain.” he let go of Graves’s cock, ignoring his confused noise, and flicked the inside of his leg right on a bruise for emphasis, “But there are all kinds of torture, that work better than pain, and are far more efficient.”

Returning his hand he sped up his hand, rough and sloppy, forcing Graves towards his first orgasm in months. His hips began to shift in time with the tight wet fist, the obscene sounds pushing him closer and closer towards the peak of his orgasm. Choking on the large fingers in his mouth, drool dribbling from his mouth, he shut his eyes tight, failing to see how one of the best handjobs of his life was torture.

Then it stopped, the hand on his cock left just as he reached the peak of his orgasm. The noise he let out was a pathetic cross between a whine and a shout, muffled by the Captains fingers, drool dribbling from his open mouth.

With a small hum, Price ran his right hand up and down Graves’s side, smearing his pre-cum all over his stomach. “See? Torture doesn’t have to be painful.” he paused with a small satisfied smile, listening to Graves’s panting.

“In fact, I intend to pleasure you so thoroughly, that you beg me to let you answer.” he grabbed Graves’s softening cock, beginning to stroke it again.

Graves let out a moan, muffled by Price’s hand. He knew then, that he would break. Pain was easy to handle. But this, Price’s warm body behind him, muttering sweet, filthy nothings into his ear, stroking his cock, this would cause him to crack.

He lost himself in the pleasure, shifting in time with it, and like last time, it stopped. “Can I trust you not to hurt yourself?” asked Price as he gently removed his fingers, “You’ve been so good, haven’t bit me once. Are you read to give in?” the hand that was in his mouth slowly pulled out, strings of drool continuing to connect them.

Graves gasped for air, chest heaving as he greedily sucked in air through his mouth. “Fuck you.”

Price clicked his tongue, “I guess I have some more work to do.” he wiped his drool slick hand on Graves’s chest, cupping his now semi dry hand under Graves’s jaw, just holding his head to his firm stomach.

Again, Price slowly started stroking his cock, Graves felt tears forming in his eyes, and he closed them as he panted, knowing he would be denied again.

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He had lost count of his ruined orgasms, his body shook and tears spilled steadily from his eyes, squeezed tight against the painful pleasure. His hips tried to follow the obscene squelching as Price worked his cock like a master.

“Please,” he begged, his voice nearly gone.

“Hm,” the low hum rumbled through Price, who didn’t slow, didn’t stop his hand from moving as he replied, “I would love to let you cum, but you have to give in.” and pulled his hand away, leaving Graves groaning in the wake of another ruined orgasm.

Graves stayed quiet, the only noise he made was his exhausted panting as Price rubbed his thumb into the skin of his neck, across his pulse.

“Are you ready to give in?” Price’s thumb grazed his lip as he asked.

“Yes,” Graves whispered with a defeated sob. “Please,” he groaned and Price smiled kindly down at him.

“Good boy.” Price praised, and it felt so good that Graves let out a pathetic whimper.

“In my desk, there’s a secret compartment in the last drawer, with a laptop, the password is qd-ct1oV.E4Bna2 it’ll tell y’all everything you need to know.”

The Captain stared at him for a few seconds, judging the validity of his words, “See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Price’s hand returned to Graves’s cock, slowly sliding his fist down to the root.

“Please,” he whispered, another pathetic tear escaping. He licked Price’s thumb where it brushed across his lip. He was going to die today, he wanted something to reflect on. Something warm and kind and nice.

Price seemed to understand what he was asking for, and leaned down to kiss Graves long and filthy, tilting his head up with the hand on his neck. The kiss did not stop Price’s hand from pleasuring Graves, who had long ago stopped being able to keep in rhythm, his legs shaking from exertion as he tried to follow Price’s hand.

Finally, when his orgasm approached embarrassingly quick, Price didn’t slow down or stop. He sped up and Graves’s eyes slammed shut as he finally came with a loud shout, muffled into Price’s expert mouth, his mind whiting out as he went limp.

When he finally came, the hand on his cock didn’t stop it just kept slowly moving, working him through the best orgasm of his life. He slumped into Price, his head only supported by the hand on his neck and Price at his back.

Slowly Price pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied smile, still keeping a hand on his neck, rubbing small soothing circles into his collarbone with his thumb. The hand on his cock left, and he pulled a tissue from somewhere and began to clean Graves up.

Another few tears fell from his eyes at the kindness, the hand on his neck a comforting weight.

Price whispered to him as he finished cleaning, “You did so well, such a good boy.” causing Graves to let out a low whine, deep in his throat.

“You see? Giving in makes everything better.” Price’s other hand came up and wiped his face clean of tears and drool, his heartbreakingly gentle touch causing more tears.

“It’s all okay now, you did such a good job giving in.” he stopped wiping Graves’s face and slowly let go of his neck, allowing it to slide limply to the left.

He walked around to the front and Graves realized that Price was not as unaffected by their session as he thought. There was a rather noticeable tent in his cargos.

“I could help you with that, if you like.” he offered, jutting his jaw towards Price’s bulge.

“Maybe later, I have to follow up on your information first.” Price’s smile became devilish. “But I will be taking you up on that offer.”

“Better be quick then,” Graves’s smile was taunting, “I’ll be dead soon.”

Price hummed, “Not if I have anything to say about it. I might just keep you around.” and with that, and a final suggestive smirk, he left the room, still hard.

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#I READ THIS ON AO3 #LOVED IT #STILL LOVE IT #anyone who gets graves begging is a good one so yknow #pricegraves #phillip graves #john price

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I need Captain Price to do things (tea and a natter) to me

Oh yeah and Graves is there ig /j

#OP YOU ARE VALID AND SO CORRECT #YEAH #THIS LOOKS AMAZING #john price #phillip graves #need more of that ship i swear to fucking god #<- ME TOO BESTIE I AM TRYING #pricegraves

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A little Wolffe spice for fandom Friday!! 🤭🤭 I love the new relationship vibes, and how Wolffe just wants so badly to stay but knows he has to go. It makes his homecoming even sweeter.

Don’t stop on my account by @dickarchivist

WHEW this one is QUITE SPICY in all the right ways hehe. New relationship vibes are THE BEST, but also, getting caught by Wolffe and having him watch??? There's something about that that just makes me A THIRSTY HUMAN.

Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#niiiiiice #star wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #tcw fanfic

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Werewolf Price being hit with pheromones and they expect him to go feral or be evil but really he just herds everyone up and bumps heads with Ghost and grooms Gaz and fucks Graves until he can’t take it anymore safely outside of the sights of everyone else

#YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH UH HUH UH HUH #YEAH MJ YEAH??????? #THAT'S SO INTERESTING 👁👁 #pricegraves

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#LORDY #someone get this man some water he is DEHYDRATED #but maybe wait two minutes i wanna... appreciate..... this...... #👁 👁 #cod nikolai #shirtless

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what if we had Viking Soap ..?

#HOLY FUCKIN SHIT BRO #LEMME AT HIM #PLEASE #cod mwii #cod mwiii #john soap mactavish #shirtless #3d render

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we saw ghost tummy. can we pls see soap tummy 👉👈

ok, but we gotta be quick because Soap's about to get u-

AH NOOOOO WE'VE BEEN MADE!!!

#HHHHGGNGNFGGHH HHH HHH #BREATHING I SWEAR I AM BREATHING #MAYBE #john soap mactavish #I WANNA SLEEP THERE #FREE PILLOW PLEEEEEEASE

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WAH- //jumps off to oblivion [text ver on twt hehe]

#HELLO HI WHAT #HEHUAUUUU???? #LOUD INCOHERENCE #cod mwii #cod mwiii #john soap mactavish #my GOD #soap x reader

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(No) Privacy

Alpha 17 x Reader - Rated E - 2.7K words (oops)  SUMMARY: Hoping to find some peace and privacy in the communal showers, you decide to take a late night shower. But your plans are thwarted by Alpha. Tags: All kinds of professional boundaries are getting crossed here…and there’s unprotected hate-fucking, mutual masturbation, and thigh-fucking in a public shower...Oh and Alpha 17 is a bastard asshole.… but you know 🤷‍♀️ A/N: Happy Filthy Friday! I wrote this in a horny fugue state, so I don’t even know what to say for myself. Feminism has left the chat… and the country. Do not perceive me.  Also, this was entirely inspired by @blueink-bluesoul's Alpha 17 ficlet, go read that if you haven't already! (Thank you @dystopicjumpsuit for the fancy & flashy dividers!)

Masterlist - Taglist

The Kaminoans were brilliant scientists and engineers. Every detail of the cloning facilities, down to the bolts that held the place together, was a reflection of their brilliance. The place was perfect.

Well, almost. 

They had considered humans in their designs, but only as soldiers cloned from a single donor. And as such, they had not really taken human genders into account when designing the freshers. All facilities, including the showers, were shared. 

You weren’t shy by any means, but sharing a shower with dozens of immaculate clone troopers was a bit too much pressure even for you. So you found a clever work around for your dilemma, and you were quite proud of it. The clone cadets and clone troopers stationed at the facilities all had a curfew, which meant that if you waited long enough, you’d have a modicum of privacy.

You finished updating the notes on your final medical report of the day, powered down your holopad, and gathered your towel and shower supplies. You saw and heard no one on your walk down the empty, sterile hallways and you were confident your nightly routine would not be disturbed. 

The locker room was empty as expected, so you quickly shed your tunic and rushed into the shower room… and nearly jumped out of your skin with a gasp when you saw a trooper, stark naked, in the middle of the room and heading towards one of the shower heads.

Had your embarrassing gasp not betrayed your presence, you would have quietly slinked away, but the trooper spun around immediately and fixed you with an icy glare… It seemed that you too had caught him off guard. 

You turned away slightly, out of a life-long ingrained sense of propriety, and began mindlessly apologizing for the intrusion. “Oh, um.. I’m sorry, I—” you began rambling, but cut yourself off when you glanced back at him and immediately recognized him.

Fuck. 

Alpha 17. 

The severe look on his face faded slightly, turning into a sort of amused frown. “What are you sorry for?” he scoffed, noticing your unwillingness to look at him. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

You mouth dropped open to protest, to dispute, to defend yourself. Sure, as a doctor you’d seen your fair share of nude bodies, but always in a professional and medical context. This was decidedly not professional. But he turned away before you could form a response, and settled beneath a shower head. 

The showers lined one side of the room, and Alpha had chosen the one directly in the middle.

Asshole. 

You remained where you stood by the entrance, trying to decide if you wanted to run out the door and skip today’s shower entirely or if you’d rather just get it over with as quickly as possible.

“You gonna just stand there and watch, Doc?” Alpha called out to you over his shoulder as he turned on the shower.

…You weren’t going to let him have this one, dammit. 

Alpha’s ego was nearly as big as his stature. He always had to have the last word, always had to argue with you on each of your medical orders. Every little detail of your medical treatment plans was always thoroughly debated and discussed, as if he needed to vet your qualifications before agreeing to follow you guidance. 

And he’d always fix you with that unnerving, unwavering stare— like he was sizing you up and seeking out any points of weakness that he could exploit. Alpha was one of the first clones you had met, and you had worried briefly that they would all share his intensity. You didn’t think you could handle being surrounded by that piercing gaze everywhere you looked on Kamino. Luckily for you, you were relieved to find out that Alpha was unique in that regard. Most of the other clones you’d met had much kinder eyes.

Not him though. Nothing about him was kind.

But you weren’t going to let him bully you now. 

“I was hoping for some privacy,” you said as you hung your towel on the closest hook and moved to the shower nearest to the door, “but since I can’t have that, could you at least let me shower in peace?”

You didn’t look at him but you felt his eyes on you. You tried to position yourself with your back to him as you shower head sprayed hot water over you.

“Peace and privacy? Must be nice— we don’t get to enjoy any of that,” he said dryly. 

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, horrified by the implication of your words and his, and you felt the word ‘sorry’ climbing up your throat. But you caught it and held it back, turning away from him once again. You knew he was just antagonizing you, and you weren’t about to fall for it. Again.

He just chuckled quietly, and the two of you went about your tasks in silence. You made a concerted effort to keep your eyes focused on the floor in front of you, or on the opposite wall as you washed yourself. But your curiosity got the better of you, and you cast a subtle glance towards him…

…and you caught the briefest sight of him dragging his washcloth down his ribs and over his toned stomach and down over his—

You eyes snapped back to your hands, gripping your own washcloth like a vice and holding it flush against your breasts. 

Damn him. 

Perhaps the most infuriating thing about him was that you found yourself wildly attracted to him. Every part of that man’s body was finely honed and perfectly… firm. Alpha stood out easily in a sea of men who looked identical, and not just because of his murderous gaze. He was so much bigger than the others— broader and thicker and stronger.

Your eyes shifted in his direction again, and followed the trail of soap streaming down his muscular legs and over his thick thighs. His stance began to shift just as you caught a glimpse of his perfect ass, so you quickly turned your attention back to yourself. 

You poured a handful of shampoo in your hands and lathered it into your hair. As you worked it into your scalp, you hazarded another subtle glance at him… only it wasn’t so subtle. He had turned towards you, and you inadvertently made direct eye contact with him. 

Mortified, you looked away, but you already saw the beginnings of the shit-eating grin that spread across his face. 

“See something you like?” he teased, making no effort to turn away from you or cover himself up.

“No,” you snapped back quickly, tilting your head back beneath the stream of water to rinse your hair and hide your embarrassment. You swiped the water out of your face, careful not to look his way again, but you could still feel him staring straight at you.

“Liar,” he chuckled. “You think I didn’t see you peaking?”

“Yeah, well you’re staring. What’s your excuse?” you grumbled and kept your eyes forward.

“I always did wonder what you looked like underneath that medical uniform of yours,” he shrugged casually. That got your full attention. You spun around with mouth dropped open in shock, but he kept going.

“And you look better than I imagined,” he said through that antagonizing smile of his, as he swiped his washcloth over his stomach in slow, mindless circles.

“You’re disgusting,” you grimaced and hurled your your balled up washcloth at his face. 

Alpha caught it easily and cocked an eyebrow at you. “And you? I doubt you were looking out of pure professional curiosity.”

“How dare you imply something like that?” you scoffed. Completely forgetting your shower, you stood beneath the hot spray of water and glared at him. 

He turned off his shower and stalked towards you, never taking his eyes off of you as he approached. “Go ahead and look… I don’t mind.”

You held your ground, making a point not to flinch away for his direct gaze.

He stopped in front of you and hold out your washcloth in his hand. You grabbed it quickly, but he didn’t let go. He pulled it back towards him and brought you with it. You weren’t expecting the resistance or the pull forward, so you stumbled right into his broad chest, bracing yourself against him with one hand.

“But looking’s only fun if you get to touch,” he chuckles as you pushed yourself back off of him with a hard shove. 

He didn’t budge.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, but remained close to him— close enough to see the freckles on his nose and cheeks. 

“Okay,” he replied with a grin and lunged forward, crashing his mouth against yours. He kissed like he did everything else, all teeth and bite and fire and domination.

You planted both your hands on his chest and shoved him again, and this time Alpha did move. He stepped away from you and the two of you stared each other down for a second, catching your breath after the bruising kiss.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

This time he didn’t hold back. Alpha’s tongue was in your mouth before his strong arms enveloped you and squeezed you tight against him. His hands gripped your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft give of your body. With nothing but water between you, you felt every hard ridge and tensing muscle of his body. And you felt his cock growing hard against your lower stomach, so you shifted and rolled your hips forward.

He released your ass and gripped a fist full of your hair. He tugged and pulled your head back, breaking your kiss and holding you in place as he took a tiny step back. 

“You wanted to look, right?” he asked as he locked eyes with you. “So look.”

He tilted your head forward, pointing your gaze down your bodies. He pressed his forehead to yours and held you there, while his free hand drifted down and grabbed ahold of his thick cock. Your hands landed on his chest again, this time steadying yourself as you watched him stroke himself slowly. He worked himself until he was fully erect, while the head of his cock grazed against your skin. 

You trailed your fingers down his chest, dragging your nails into his scarred skin as you did. He let out a small grunt as you neared his ribs, and he tightened his grip of your hair. 

“Touch your self,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to see you touch yourself.” 

Your hand dropped from his chest and slowly drifted down between your legs, and you sighed with relief as you began working your fingers in slow, tight circles over your clit.

“Fuck,” he hissed, barely audible over the rush of the shower. His hand moved faster, jerking himself harder as he watched you play with yourself. 

He suddenly jerked your head back by the hair and enveloped your mouth with his in a sloppy kiss. His tongue swiped into your mouth, greedy and urgent, as he slapped your hand away from your clit and took over for you.

His touch was harder and rougher, causing you to jerk involuntarily at the contact and break away from the kiss. You grabbed ahold of his wrist and pushed, but he swatted your hand.

“Use your words,” he groaned. 

“I’m not a fucking punching bag,” you hissed and grabbed his cock firmly, giving him a long hard stroke. “Be gentle.”

He let out a slow, pleasured sigh and released the firm hold of his hand against your clit. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, and settled into a far gentler rhythm that had you moaning instantly.

“You have no idea,” he grunted, “how many times I made myself cum in the shower, thinking about you…and your perfect tits…,” he paused and released your hair to grab ahold of one your breasts. He brought his mouth down on it, licking and sucking on your sensitive nipple. 

“… and your tight cunt,” he added and slipped two fingers into your pussy. Your head rolled back at the pleasurable stretch of his fingers with a ragged moan. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Your grip on his cock tightened, stroking him harder and faster as he fucked you with his thick fingers. He was hitting that sensitive spot inside of you, making your legs feel weak with each pump of his wrist. You couldn’t help but look down at his perfect cock again. He looked so big in your hand, and your pussy clenched around his fingers at the thought of him filling you up.

“You want my cock in you, Doc?” he asked with a smug grin.

“You talk too much, you know that?” you sneered at him, and his demeanor changed in an instant. 

His hands flew to your shoulders, gripping you tightly as he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall. He flipped you around and you hissed as the cold steel of the wall met your face and chest, while the heat of his body pressed up against you from behind. 

He kicked your feet apart and lined up the tip of his cock against your entrance. You arched your back, angling your hips to give him easier access.

You let out a loud, ragged groan as he slowly pushed his cock all the way into you. 

“Be quiet,” he hissed in your ear and held still inside of you. He wrapped his arm around you and his fingers found your clit again. “Don’t want us getting interrupted, do you?” 

He rubbed your clit in quick, tight circles until you relaxed around him, before snapping his hips forward…hard.

You grunted quietly, panting against the cold wall as he slowly dragged his cock nearly all the way out of you, before slamming back into you. He set a brutally hard pace, fucking you hard and deep, over and over, as he toyed with your sensitive clit.

Each snap of his hips and roll of his fingers brought you closer and closer to cumming, but it was the feeling of him in you, and on you, and all around you that finally did it.

You didn’t bother warning him— you didn’t have the time. Your eyes screwed shut and you turned your face towards his, moaning and gasping raggedly against his lips as your cunt clenched around his cock.

He kissed you then, driving his tongue in your mouth and muffling your groans into whimpers as he kept fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Fuck,” he whispered as he broke the kiss and pulled out from you. You were still shaking and coming down from your orgasm when you felt him push your legs together, forcing your thighs to clamp around his cock as he continued pumping his cock between your legs. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cu—” his words regressed into a strangled grunt as he spilled his hot cum between your thighs and onto the wall in front of you. 

The two of you remained there for a moment, chests heaving from exertion and pressed against each other until your thoughts returned to you. 

He released your legs and carefully pulled away from you, then tugged on your shoulder and slowly turned you around to face him. He pressed his body against yours again, much lighter than before, and caged you against the wall with his broad frame. His hands framed your face as he leaned in for another kiss and… he was gentle? His kiss was slower and softer than before, although still as deep and all encompassing.

You felt yourself soften against him, yielding to his suddenly gentle hold on you. He broke the kiss first and smoothed away the wet strands of your hair that had stuck to your face. When your eyes opened, you found him looking at you with a different kind of intensity.

“You’re staring again,” you mumbled, and his face instantly shifted back into that cocky smirk.

“Just thinking about how next time, I’m gonna cum in you,” he said casually, and landed a playful slap on your ass.

“Fuck you,” you chuckled, surprised to find yourself thrilled at the prospect of next time. 

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