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mushrubes · 1 year ago

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Tapping out

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Phillip Graves by @/Unstable-jester}

Pairing : Phillip Graves x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 657

Content: toxic family, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Everyone was standing in formation, shadows getting tapped out by their family members. You stood untouched, staring at the floor, knowing your family wasn't here and simply forgot you. But, Graves, your commander didn't. He was watching over the group on the side, noticing your missing family. Being him, he couldn't let you stand forgotten. After a few minutes of not knowing what to do, unsure of the protocol for this, he walked over, pulling you into a hug. "Pretty sure I count." he mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around him, head in his chest as you fought the tears threatening to spill. "Shh, you've got family here now." his voice was slightly hushed but his warmth was nice and comforting as he squeezed you tighter. You nuzzled your head into his chest, seeking comfort. He ruffled your hair, kissing the top of your head. It was a sweet gesture. one which seemed natural to him. His kindness was rare, but it was soothing. There was always something between the pair of you, an unspoken tension of feelings. You'd always catch him giving you lingering looks or trying to find a reason to stay behind with you once the group had left.

"Thank you." You whispered, your voice soft and gentle, head still pressed against him. His head turned to look at you but you hid your face in his chest. His hand raised, resting softly on your head. "Mhm." he hummed, caressing your head. "Your brother coming for you?" you asked quietly, knowing he had somewhat of a rocky relationship with him. Your question was met with a soft chuckle as he shook his head. "Can't be bothered to visit me." His tone was light and joking but you picked up on the slight disappointment. Graves didn't dwell on it, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "In the same boat then, huh?" you joked, trying to make light of the situation/

"Somethin' like that." he said, pressing you into him more. A moment of silence settled over before he began speaking again. "Not surprised they didn't make it though. Heard your folks didn't want you to join." his tone was sympathetic, eyes soft as he looked down, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. The words didn't sting, having come to peace with that fact long ago. "Haven't spoken to them since I started training years ago." you admitted, brushing off the memory. "I know what that's like." he whispered, his voice vulnerable. It made sense, given what had happened with your family. He looked down and met your faze, a slight hurt behind his eyes. "I don't talk to mine either."

"We've got each other." you sighed gently, looking up at him with a small smile. His face quickly brightened as he smiled back. "That we do." he responded quietly, holding you close. "You know, I don't think I've ever just hugged you like this before." he confessed, voice sincere. "Should do it more often." you muttered, cheeks heating up. "Yeah?" he responded, sounding more cheerful. "What else should we do more often, hm?" His words were playful, the tension thick in the air. "I can think of a few things." you teased, smirking back at your commander. "Such as...?" he continued, a slightly smug grin on his face. There was a definite chance of something happening at this rate.

"This." you murmured, leaning up slightly, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss as he returned the act with the same fervour and intensity. The tension was now replaced with heat between the two of you as you stayed in the embrace, lips locked in an almost ravenous kiss. The pair of you eventually separated, breathing heavily as your hair was in disarray from the act. Graves ran his fingers through your hair in an almost romantic manner. "Mhm.." he paused, cupping your cheek.

"I suppose we could do that more often after all."

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beautifulblooms · 1 year ago

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Meetings are hard - Phillip Graves x Male Reader SMUT

I want to degrade this man so fucking bad so uh, yeah, this is literally just humiliating him repeatedly. Enjoy!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Dear god, this man, always well put together and looks like he knows what he’s doing. But he’s ruined as soon as he realizes his boyfriend can see him in it. (Y/n) had always enjoyed teasing Phillip whenever he put on formal wear, but he loved it. Loved seeing his commander of a lover in things that were only worn occasionally. It gave him a sense of pride to see him in something so flattering. But it came to a head when he needed to attend meetings with the Shadows or other. All (Y/n) saw was another opportunity to tease him and make him struggle to control himself.

“A-as for our next- ha- next mission, we’ll be going to Urzikstan- and helping the ULF with some… some Konni group.” Every second was a nightmare for Phillip, one word was barely out of his mouth before he wanted to moan and whine like a slut. No matter how much (Y/n) turned up the vibrator stuck inside him, he refused to crack to show that man an ounce of power over him in front of his Shadows. But damnit it was hard to keep it together, to not just walk across the room and demand that his boyfriend fix the problem he started. And all (Y/n) could do was grin from the other side of the meeting room, his eyes locked forward and a hand holding his head up and the other in the pocket of his jacket, holding the remote control to the vibrator.

“We’ll be- ngh, be heading out in three days at 0900, be…be ready Shadows.” With that final white knuckle grip to the table, Phillip pulled back only to swiftly grab a file folder and bring it over to cover his crotch, where there wasn’t a very obvious tent, but it was surely enough for someone to notice it. And that someone was already very away how turned on Phillip was, and he felt the same.

(Y/n) eagerly followed the commander out of the meeting room and gave his ass a playful smack once they turned down the hallway leading to the barracks. “Someone’s struggling to keep his composure, want me to help you out there, commander Graves?”

Phillip couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan at (Y/n)’s smack to his ass, and a small groan at his teasing, his eyes flickering over to his boyfriend for a moment. “Not funny, Lieutenant. You started this problem, and you better damn well end it.”

The threat was empty coming from him, and they both knew it, so (Y/n) simply laughed a little before grabbing Phillip by his arm and pulling him into their shared room of the barracks, pinning him to the wall with a smirk. “So what? You want me to take that vibrator out and fuck you myself? That’s cute coming from you, sweetheart.”

“Stop teasing me (Y/n), I know you wanna fuck me, you’ve been a bitch all day just leaving this- ngh, in me.” Right as he complained, the other man turned up the strength of the vibrator, determined to get Phillip to crack under the pleasure, it always worked, what was new today?

“Desperate little whore, just begging for someone to fuck him properly, but only good boys get what they want. So, ask nicely.” His words held a sharp tone, (Y/n) knew how to get what he wanted, and he gripped Phillip’s jaw to turn his eyes forward again, the vibrations getting stronger once more as his leg pushed between the other man’s to rub against his crotch.

The commander’s breath hitched as he let out a small whine, feeling (Y/n)‘s thigh rubbing against his dick through his pants, something about being treated so humiliatingly was always a turn on, always made him want to be good. “P-please, sir…fuck me, ill- ah~ I’ll be good.”

“Now that’s a good boy.” (Y/n)‘s words came out husky as he pulled his leg back and instead grabbed Phillip by his hips, pushing him further into the room until his legs hit the bed, and he consequently fell down on top of it, his dick leaving a small tent in his pants, even hard he was still adorably small. “Spread ‘em, let me see you.”

Phillip followed the order without much hesitance, his legs spreading as one hand went down to start unbuckling his belt, only for it to be slapped away by (Y/n)’s hand with a small tut. “Don’t be greedy, you’ll get what you want, be patient.” The other man let out a small whine as his hips bucked up slightly into his boyfriend’s touch, it took everything in him to not just flip the two of them over and ride him like there was no stopping him. (Y/n) smirked slightly ad his own hands moved to undo Phillip’s belt and pants, pulling them down slowly and teasingly along with his boxers, the sight of his small but stiff as a rock dick made him smile.

“Excited now, aren’t we?” Phillip turned his head away in embarrassment at the teasing before one of (Y/n)‘s hands came up to grip his jaw and turn his head back. “Look at me when I take what’s mine.” The other man didn’t waste a second before grasping Phillip’s small cock in his hand and starting to jerk him off, his movements quick and slightly rough, knowing full well that it was only making the vibrator stuck inside him worse to deal with.

“Ha- (Y-Y/n) please~.” Phillip’s hips bucked up into (Y/n)‘s hand, his walls clenching around the vibrator bullet inside him as his eyes fluttered slightly, one hand coming up to grasp his boyfriend’s upper arm, trying to control himself with the pleasure. The blonde commander was so close yet so far, and he knew damn well that his orgasm was in the other man’s hands, quite literally with (Y/n)’s hand gripping and moving along his length with harsh strokes.

“Awww, is someone getting desperate?” The other man taunted Phillip with a smirk, leaning down to press a few kisses to his neck while nipping at his skin. The hand wrapped around his boyfriend’s dick started to move faster while the other slipped up his dress shirt and started to pinch his nipples gently through the fabric, eliciting more moans and whines from Phillip.

The commander’s head fell back against the pillows as he tried to hold himself together, even as his hips bucked up into the hand on his cock and the vibrator still buzzing violently inside him. “(Y/n)- sir please…’m so close.” Almost to accentuate his point, Phillip’s hips bucked up again as he started to clench around the vibrator, which only seemed to make things worse for him as his orgasm got closer.

“Then use this little dick of yours like you should and cum for me.” The order was harsh and husky against the blonde man’s neck as his boyfriend continued to jerk him off, a small smirk on his face as he heard Phillip let out a louder moan while his hips stuttered and he came, shooting a load across his hand and chest. “That’s a good boy.”

Pulling his hand back with a small laugh, (Y/n) let his tongue come out for a moment before he got a better idea and moved his hand closer to Phillip’s mouth and looked at him sternly. “Clean up your mess, slut.” The harshness of the order nearly set the commander off for a moment before he opened his mouth and leaned forward, his tongue gently cleaning off his boyfriend’s hand.

“And I wonder how the Shadows can be scared of you, you’re just my little toy, ain’t ya, baby?” Phillip’s eyes were half-lidded as he looked up at (Y/n), his tongue slowly pulling back into his mouth as his head fell back against the pillows before speaking. “Yes…your toy, sir.”

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n0cturna1-m3 · 2 years ago

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Bunny | Bottom Phillip Graves x Top Male Reader | Smut

Warnings; Fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, anal sex, no after are, this is probably bad, i did not reread this.

Request; "bottom graves"

A/N; @j-hauke you're lucky i like you bc i hate this mf. NEVER EVER REQUEST A GRAVES FIC BC I WILL NOT WRITE FOR HIM. this is a ONCE in a lifetime opportunity. enjoy. idc that its short and not good i want it AWAY from my google docs.

1.2k words. enjoy.

Graves clasped his hand over his mouth tightly and gripped the edge of the table, his back pressed against Y/N’s chest. Muffled moans were let out into his hand, his pants pooled around his ankles and his shirt was pushed up slightly to put his ass on display, pale and smooth. He had a scar above his hip, and Y/N’s hand was resting on it while he kissed the back of Graves neck.

“God, fuck,” he moaned, cock drooling precum on the floor. He let go of his mouth to grab the edge of the table with both of his hands, his head hanging forward as he panted. Y/N kissed the side of his neck and brought his hand up to shove two of his fingers into Graves mouth, the blonde choking on them from his bad gag reflex. Y/N pressed the pads of his fingers onto his tongue, slowly pushing them further into his mouth until he started sucking on them.

Drool spilt past his lips and dripped down his chin as well as Y/N’s palm. Tears welled in his eyes at the heat pooling in his stomach from Y/N’s fingers working him open so nicely, consistently pushing against his prostate and massaging the sensitive gland.

“You gonna cum?” Y/N asks, adding another finger.

“Ah! Uh-huh,” Graves moans and clenches around his fingers, knees wobbly. He digs his nails into the table, choking slightly on the buildup of saliva in the back of his throat accompanied by Y/N’s fingers shoved into the back of his mouth.

He let do of the table and grabbed Y/N’s forearm, tapping it thrice. He ceased all of his movements and pulled his fingers from Graves mouth, cupping his jaw and tilting it to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, eyes darting across Graves' flushed face. He nodded, looking at Y/N’s face with half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t wanna cum if you're not inside me,” he whispered. Y/N’s breath caught in his throat. “And I want you to fuck me til I’m beggin’ you to stop.”

Y/N stared at Graves a moment before pressing his lips against his roughly, pulling his fingers from his ass before beginning to fumble with his belt. He quickly shoved his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, his erection springing out and resting against Graves' ass as he began to grind on him slowly.

As he began guiding the tip of his cock to Graves entrance, pressing the head to his hole and slowly pushing inside, he shoved his tongue into his mouth, the blonde gagging and reaching up to grab at his forearm.

“Take me nice ‘n slow, bunny,” Y/N whispered against his lips, his hand still holding his jaw firmly in place.

Graves moaned at his demanding tone, a hot feeling burning in his chest. Y/N never failed to make him unbearably flustered. And horny.

Slowly inching his way inside, Y/N rubbed Graves hip in an attempt to keep him calm. He tried his best to take deep breaths, but the feeling of Y/N’s hand holding his face forward while he kissed his neck was overwhelming.

When he finally bottomed out, he let his face go, moving it to press firmly against his lower stomach just under his belly button. His skin burned, and Y/N continued to pepper kisses on his neck, occasionally pausing to suck a hickey onto the pale skin. One that wouldn’t easily be covered up. One that would show all of his Shadows that he was being taken care of VERY well.

Y/N slowly pulled his hips back before snapping them back against Graves ass, a loud slap filling the room and quickly being joined by more as Y/N fucked into Graves hard and fast. Graves moaned at the way Y/N’s cock filled him, scraping his sensitive walls with every vein, the head pressing against his prostate with every push in and pull out.

Lube dribbled out of his hole and down Y/N’s balls as they slapped Graves' ass. It felt so lewd and so good. Y/N gripped his hip tighter before letting his other hand trail down to grab Graves cock, which was dark pink and dripping wet. He started stroking him in time with how he was pounding into Graves.

“Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing the table again. His legs shook as he came, almost immediately after Y/N wrapped his fingers around his aching erection and stroked it to hardness.

“You’re so sensitive today,” Y/N said, continuing to jerk him off.

Graves doubled over onto the table and slapped a hand over his mouth. He felt too good. Tears brimmed his pale blue eyes, and he reached back to grab Y/N’s forearm, squeezing it tightly.

“Oh, God, fuck,” he whimpered. He was so close to cumming again, the deep ache in the pit of his stomach tightening and leaving his skin burning hot, a flush covering his ears. He begged, “Slow down.”

Y/N leaned down and kissed his shoulder before grabbing his hand and pulling it, the side of his face pressing against the cold wood. Y/N moved to hold both of his wrists in his hands, pulling them back and causing Graves back to arch as he was lifted off the table slightly.

The new position gave Y/N a perfect angle to abuse his prostate, causing Graves to let out a shrill moan and cum again, the white liquid spilling onto the floor and puddling with his previous release. Tears began pouring from his eyes from Y/N not ceasing his relentless pace. His entire body felt as if it were on fire, an uncomfortable heat pooling in his stomach.

“Fuck- Please!” Graves cried. His face was melting into the table, hot and wet and salty. “Please, please,” he begged.

“You can take it,” Y/N stated as his hips slapped against Graves' ass. “You’re a big boy.”

Graves choked on his spit as it gathered in the back of his mouth, slowly spilling past his lips and mixing with his tears on the table.

“I can’t,” he sobbed, moaning again when Y/N leaned down and bit the side of his neck.

“You can,” he whispered against his neck. Graves' hair stood on end and he came again, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. The amount of cum that dripped from his cock was pitiful, clear and thin.

He clenched around Y/N hard, the latter moaning and pulling out before wrapping his hand around his cock and angling it to cum on his ass. He grunted when he did, thick spurts of cum spewing from the tip of his cock and decorating Graves' ass.

He was panting and shaking, desperate to catch his breath and calm down from so many orgasms in such a small period of time.

Y/N pulled up his pants and buckled his belt before patting Graves thigh.

“Clean up, dinner’s in 10,” he said before walking out the door to the small office. He closed the door shut, leaving Graves to clean himself up with no materials to do so. He shakily sighed and pressed his forehead to the desk as he slowly regained his breath.

He wants this to happen again soon.

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i-arch-my-backula · 2 years ago

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I've got a taste for men who are older: Phillip Graves x male reader

I have COD brain rot and also dilf brain rot so I'm writing this. Disclaimer I've never played cod before in my entire life and I've only read the fan fictions/ wiki pages of these characters so please don't yell at me if this is ooc for him. This is inspired by a post I saw before. I don't remember the persons @ but I do know it was kind of similar to this. I made the reader male because I want there to be more male reader fics for my blorblos. I might make this into a series if it gets popular enough.

Warnings: Younger reader (When I say younger I mean like 25 at the youngest), flirting, he/him pronouns and masculine terms used for reader

"You didn't have to drive me home Mr. Graves." You say buckling your seat belt. Phillip Graves is a friend of your boss. You first met him about six months ago and he's been over at the office often with your boss, always taking an interest in you while he's there. You can't deny that he's an attractive looking man, but dating him would make things awkward with your boss.

"I don't mind it at all Y/n. And please just call me Phillip, or Graves if you really want to."

"I just didn't want to bother you by having you drive me home is all. I could have called a cab or something else." He looks over at you and smiles a little as he starts the car.

"Well I don't want you waiting outside all alone. I just hope your boyfriend doesn't mind I'm doing this for you." Now you're smiling and looking at his rough and calloused hands.

"Well I don't have a partner. Men my age don't really interest me," He raises a brow at this and you laugh a little, "I mean men my age don't want to have a meaningful relationship. They just want friends with benefits or a one night stand. Older men are the ones who really treat you well. Older men wait until you're ready and will be romantic. Older men put in effort." He chuckles and pulls out of the parking lot.

"Well any man would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend if you ask me. And what do you mean by an older man?" You shrug and Graves puts his arm over the back of your seat to look behind him.

“I mean I’d date a man as old as 50. But that’s just me. How old are you again Graves?” His smile grows and the passing lights cast beautiful shadows against his face.

“I’m 45. Thankfully not too old for you,” He moves his hand from behind your seat down to your knee, giving it a little squeeze. Your face at his blunt flirting and you have to look away from his blue eyes when he throws a glance your way.

“I’m just not so sure how my boss would feel about us being together.” You start to pick at the skin around your nails.

“Well I wouldn’t worry about Ms. Rey learning about us being interested in each other. But if she did fire you over it I wouldn’t mind taking care of you while you get back on your feet. That’s what an older man is supposed to do isn’t it?” You have to look back over at him when you feel his hand leave your knee. He’s turned his attention to you at this red light and you’re fighting the urge to kiss him right then and there. You simply nod while your face heats up, “Well if we’re on the same page I’d like to take you out for dinner next week.” The light turns green and he turns back to the road.

“I get off work early on Friday.” You say looking back at his hands.

“Well then I’ll pick you up at 7:30. That works for you right?”

“It does. It’s very nice of you to take me out for dinner Phillip. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a gentleman like you.” He chuckles and puts a hand on your thigh.

“Can’t a man just treat someone as handsome as you to a nice dinner?” Your smile only grows as you put a hand over his.

“Of course you can. It’s just no man has ever really treated me to a nice dinner before. Like I said, most men my age just want sex, nothing romantic.” You move your hand and Graves rubs his thumb across your skin.

“Well I’d say that what I’m going to treat you to will put those other men to shame. Because an older man really knows how to treat their date well.” He pulls up onto your driveway and parks the car. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to him fully.

“Thank you again Phillip. I can’t wait to see you again on Friday.”

“Of course Y/n. I look forward to that too.” You give him a kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car. When you step inside your house you have to let out a pent up laugh of excitement. You’re finally getting the man you deserve.

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nobodylivesson · 1 year ago

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The Black Cat

Fandom : Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Pairing : Task Force 141 X Male Reader(Platonic)

Request? No

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I sat quietly at the back end of the car, wanting nothing more than to take a quick shower now that we were about to reach Alejandro’s base and get some fucking sleep

These last few days with the tension of missiles hanging above our heads had everyone including Simon very serious but now with it gone they can all take a breath

But something wasn’t sitting right with like a nagging feeling constantly pricking my chest since I saw the missile detonate

I sighed and focused my sights outside in the darkness when a voice beside me asked “Still worried about something, (Y/N)? I presumed with the mission done, everyone would be happy but it looks like things still trouble you”

My mouth formed a thin line and with a calm face I faced Phillip Graves, another thing that has been bugging me for a long time

He and his shadow company have helped Task Force 141 a lot and I know Captain Price holds him in good regard but this was the first mission when I had met Graves face to face yet he has been trying to get to know me personally, too much for my comfortability

“Nothing much Graves, just some good old fatigue kicking in my systems after finally getting done with all that shit. Was thinking of all the things that are left to be done by us regarding the mission and thinking about it just made me feel more tired all over again” I lied smoothly while facing the front with my hands folded over my chest

My gut intuitions were never wrong and I know I shouldn’t be suspicious of someone new I had just met but you can never be less cautious, something Ghost always told me

“But why do I feel like there is more to it than you are letting on to me, I thought we have become close enough to share some secrets” Graves says with a smile like that of a Perfect A+ student making me internally roll my eyes

“Oh Graves, I think the tiredness is hitting you also for you to assume I am hiding things for I have shared everything I can think of with keeping our friendship in my mind. Anything more than that can be only shared if you become my lover which I, unfortunately, can’t just make anyone claim me like that” I say with a chuckle with my eyes still closed and I can instantly feel the atmosphere dropping inside the car

“Sergent, we don’t need to go that far I just wished we had a good relationship since General Shepard tells a lot about you” Graves tries to say with his usual tone but being a veteran, I can easily make out the anger hidden under his friendly words

I shrug my shoulder and look at him again with a smile before saying “I think we have already made that friendship Graves, if you want more try that out with Ghost or Captain Price, they are in desperate need of more friends. Anyway since your work is almost done I doubt we both will be meeting each other for a long time so creating extra friendliness would be saddening, you know?” As a matter of fact

But simply replied Graves “Well we can’t say for sure for the future might always change”

(Y/N) felt a shudder at this as a feeling of danger rang inside him but before he could say anything their car stopped just in front of the gates of Los Vaqueros which were guarded by Shadow Company’s soldiers

“What is happening here, Graves?” I asked in a low voice with my eyes pointed at the stationed soldiers of his to which Graves smiled and said in a hushed voice “It will be better for everyone if you stay put inside the car, (Y/N)” before getting down off the car with the other two soldiers while I see Alejandro get down from the car behind us

I quietly open the door by side and pop my head out to look at Ghost coming out of his side, giving me the look he always gives whenever he feels that shit is about to happen

I feel anger boiling inside my depts as I hear how General Shepard and Graves wanted us to fall back and everything was to be taken over by Shadow Company. I knew things were not right but I didn’t think it was as deep as this and I can see that Graves wanted to do more than just ‘take over’' this mission.

If not stopped with this bullshit things can go out of control, so I tried to step out of the car but Ghost stopped me with a shake of his head when I heard Graves say “Your men have been detained” and all hell broke loose as Alejandro pounced at Graves only to be pinned at our car

I swing open my door at once when I hear gunshots being fired towards Soap and see Simon hit the guard behind him, slipping a knife down my sleeve into my palm, I quickly kill the soldier waiting near my left side

Ghost turns around to disable another soldier coming towards him as I shoot another soldier towards my right when I get into high alert with Soap’s painful grunt heard after I saw an onslaught of bullets fired towards him

I make eye contact with Ghost who instantly can see my next actions and falls to the ground while I take leverage of the open window to jump on top of the car, surprising the soldiers on the other side

Without giving them any time, I shoot down the two guards with my gun before jumping down from the car roof in front of the unconscious Alejandro and saw Soap has managed to run down the hill

Graves who was going towards Ghost came out from the gap between my car and the one behind but couldn’t even turn as I jumped at his back to twist his hands, disarmed him and held a knife near his throat’s vital point

Immediately, the remaining soldiers paused upon seeing this but Graves just relaxed before asking “Well very crafty at your hands, aren’t ya? But would the value of your comrade be enough for slitting my throat? We can be less hostile, right?”

My eyes quickly look back and see that a sniper from the upper deck post of the gates has his sight on Alejandro, making my grip tighten but lowered my knife slowly before throwing it to the ground and releasing Graves to raise my hands high

“Now that’s a good boy! General Shepard always did say that Sergent Chat Noir was a fabulous and important member of Task Force 141 yet his weakness lies in his care for his fellow soldiers. Want to wish this inability of you didn’t exist at this moment, right?” Graves asked with a smirk as my hands were being tied down

I just blankly looked at him and tilted my head to look behind him when a huff escaped my nose and said “It seems sometimes arrogance makes the Great Phillip Graves forget the other factors of the situation”

Graves must have immediately realised what I meant by looking where I was looking as he turned around and cautiously went around the last car’s end to see Ghost had vanished

I can feel Graves's frustration as he looks down the hill where Soap has escaped and angrily spews “FUCK! I need you all to find ‘em!” before looking at me as I was held up by the two soldiers holding my tied hands, Alejandro held beside as well

“Well, at least we got the feline under control and would be getting the other two rouges soon. Don’t worry (Y/N), I will be giving you a visit soon for some personal talks till then enjoy some rest that you wanted!” Graves said while signalling for us to be taken away

I simply laughed at this as I walked towards the gates and shouted “WELL GRAVES! You will be getting the game of Chase of your life cause Sergent Soap and Lt.Ghost can handle babies like you with the back of their hands”

How amusing it was to watch to see Graves's dirty face scrunched in anger as I looked back before turning around and continuing to laugh

Oh hell is about to be thrown in the streets of Las Almas this night

In one of the dimly lit rooms of the prison of Las Almas, a man simply waited for his capturer to come as he slept on the ground with his hands behind his head and a leg popped on top of another

Since he had nothing better to do he decided to catch up on some sleep as he knew he would need his energy soon when his teammates came to get him

He was thrown here right after being tied for god knows what reason but being agitated or hyper about a situation you can’t do anything about is not his forte so he just chilled

That is until he heard the steel door of the room move and creak before it slowly opened, his eyes still closed and his body still relaxed

“Oh, it seems being locked here seems like a field trip for our prisoner for him to be so relaxed in the cell. So much for being part of Task Force 141” a voice hit the sleeping guy’s ear making him laugh in his mind

“Shush, don’t say unnecessary things. We do our things and bring him out as Sir Graves ordered. Now wake him up and be careful” another voice said in caution

“Hahaha, what can a sleeping man do! I have seen him throughout our whole mission and unlike Ghost or Soap, Sergeant Chat Noir was just laid back and seemed to survive somehow, makes me wonder if he got into special forces through connection” the first soldier says in mockery

“Oi mate! I don’t think-” the second soldier tried to warn but the other man interrupted him by saying “Nice to say? Or do you want to say safe? Come on and look at the situation, I don’t think anyone is gonna have the authority to question us about what we do here anymore cause we are the law now, definitely not this cat who got his tail caught” before standing near the sleeping man

(Y/N) at once opened his eyes and with his popped-up leg, kicked the standing soldier in his side making the soldier lose his sense. (Y/N) just held the front of the soldier and propelled that guy to the ground using his soldier, then badly twisted his right arm making it break and the soldier screamed in agony

The other soldier who saw all this happen was still gaping in shock when he realized (Y/N) was looking at him but he couldn’t even get his gun when one bullet hit each of his legs making him scream as well before a strong kick by (Y/N) made the soldier knock out cold

(Y/N) now calmly stands as he observes his work where the first soldier was still groaning in pain while the second was out cold yet it seemed he was not done yet as he turned towards the first soldier to do something more but stopped after hearing a voice

“I think if you feel the need to survive, you would leave those two boys alone, Sergeant” Graves's voice cuts through the cold atmosphere and (Y/N) already knows a gun is pointed at his back

(Y/N) simply just throws away the gun at his side and turns towards Graves with a broad smile as if he just didn’t demolish two of his soldiers with ease and muses “Nothing much, Graves just was trying to teach a life lesson to your soldiers who don’t know the meaning of being cautious no matter the situation. This kind of attitude would cost you in the far end, not me” as he comes out of his cell with his hands behind his head

Two new soldiers immediately withhold him while a third one goes to check on the soldiers inside

“Well do tell me how your presence Graves graces me?” (Y/N) asks mockingly to which the said man pays no mind and starts with a rant of his own

“As I have said before, General Shepard holds high regard for you and admires your skills. He feels your skills are being not given the importance they need under Price’s leadership and Task Force 141. That’s why, General Sheaprd has an offer for you. Join the Shadow Company and become General Shepard’s man, you will obtain everything you desire. Leave this useless piece of uniform and join the real army” Graves says as he holds (Y/N) face up by his chin

(Y/N) didn’t show any emotion like a trained person and Graves just frowned

“What will happen if I decline this offer?” the other soldier asks to which Graves smiles and replies “You will be pushed into the cell with Captain Alejandro after which we shall go out to kill Ghost and Soap. We will think after that what shall be done with you and of the missile crisis”

Suddenly (Y/N) starts to giggle before fully laughing confusing everyone around him

“Are you naive enough to think that your men have the capabilities to kill a ghost and its guard dog? An Undead can’t be killed twice and a loyal hound would do anything to protect its master, even bite your arrogant head to pieces. You all might be hunters of the dark but those two are the ones who control the dark, so I wonder who would end up being hunted in the end” (Y/N) mockingly laughter echoing around the floor

The soldiers paled at this thing and Graves for the first time showed his anger, face distorting with scorn and his hand harshly brought (Y/N)’s closure to his, their noses almost touching

“Well then, when I drag and throw both of their bodies in front of you I wonder how you will react, Black Noir. Maybe then you would be willing enough to change your mind and join along this side, under my leadership” Graves lowly whispers to which (Y/N) continues to smile

“First let’s see you make do it and then we shall discuss my reaction. Take back your worthless offer and let me rest up in the cell, the only person who commands me is Captain Price and one team I have joined will be Task Force 141 forever. A person impersonating a captain is just arrogant and shallow, not worthy of being my leader” all stated making Graves growl before harshly kicking (Y/N) on the stomach

(Y/N) winches at this yet still maintains his eye contact with Graves

“If it weren’t General Shepard’s orders you would be twenty feet under the ground sergeant, always remember that. Put him in the cell with the other one” Graves says it all as he prepares to open the door of Alejandro's cell and (Y/N) only rolls his eyes at this when he notices the soldiers he has beaten up being escorted out after being given first aid probably to be taken to a hospital

(Y/N) eyes shine and he loudly says “Oh soldier it seems you have woken up” making the soldier who was speaking shit about him sharply look at him with a fear stricken face

It made (Y/N) feel a jolt of excitement and he continued saying “Well soldier I wanted to tell about why I had Black Noir as my codename but you were not in the state to here, so listen. Black cats are known to give bad luck to those whom they presume as their enemy and on a battlefield I am the worst luck any enemy can stumble upon if they wished to return alive. Remember that when we meet again, soldiers” his voice suggested which everyone understood including Graves who simply opened the door to make sure none of his veins was popping out of anger

“Los fantasmas no existen, hasta que te topas con ellos. Remember this Graves Philip, when you go out today for your so called hunt. I shall see you soon” was all (Y/N) said before he was thrown inside the cell

(Y/N) straightens himself and sighs when he notices Alejandro standing at the end of the cell looking at him with frowned eyes

“Thought you would throw a fit when the door got opened, Amigo” the shorter male says with a grin to Alejandro who says with a sigh “Well after the storm you kicked up outside I knew that if I did something irrational now, I would get killed”

(Y/N) chuckles as takes a seat on the ground with his back and head being supported to the wall after going through all that shit, also the pain in his stomach from being kicked was still troubling him

Alejandro comes to take a seat beside the closed-eye male, for after a long time (Y/N) felt a little peace coming to him

Alas, he couldn’t take a rest with Alejandro’s eyes drilling holes at his side

“Something bugging you or is my face to guapo de manejar, Amigo?” (Y/N) asks jokingly to which he receives a punch at his right arm and a huff as a reply as silence again takes place

“If you want to say something just go ahead, I will be listening to you Sire” (Y/N) says while looking towards Alejandro with serious eyes making the said man just shake his head before seriously asking “Why did you stay behind, Sergeant (Y/N)? I have heard enough about your skills from Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap to know that you had enough chances to escape with them and wouldn’t it have benefited us all if all three of you escaped”

(Y/N) hums and looks front while stroking his chin with his finger as if thinking deeply but instantly turns back to Alejandro with a smile seemingly an answer ready

“My instincts at that moment told me that creating a diversion and getting all the attention would be the best course of action if we wanted everything alright” (Y/N) says with a shrug to which Alejandro looks at him with a face thinking ‘Are you crazy or shit?’ before saying “Are ya serious? Just your instincts were enough for you to do this? Just as Ghost said you are one hell of a crazy burro”

“Damn gotta tell Leutinant to stop talking about me behind my back, instead do it more openly while we all talk together so I can hear these compliments in real time and feel great” (Y/N) says with a snicker and seeing Alejandro’s unimpressed look return back to the topic “I mean my instincts isn’t just purely instincts, I mean my trusts on the other, the knowledge about the other party, the best way to approach the situation and minimal damage to comrades also play a big part”

Alejandro asks with a raised eyebrow “You trust your comrades enough to know they would be able to come over here on their own?” to which (Y/N) simply “Do you not trust them enough? Or else you would definitely have tried to escape earlier when I entered no matter the risk, Sire”

Both men stare at each other for some time but Alejandro is the first one to break it as he sighs before he moves close to (Y/N)’s ear as if to say something confidential

“I would have never asked to work with the team if I didn’t believe in them. If both men can clear through the city and reach the safe house I told them about, Rudolf who also hasn’t been caught will be able to help them from there” Alejandro whispers making (Y/N) lean back at the wall in ease

If (Y/N) was being honest, no matter how much confidence he showed regarding his teammates' success, worry still lingered in some corner of his heart about how they would proceed with this mission and he didn’t want them to risk their lives. These guys were the only people (Y/N) called his family and friends, something happening to them would be devastating, to say the least, but he can relax now

“Well then we just sit back and can only wait now” (Y/N) says with a hum to which Alejandro asks “Oh, so we are done and ready?”

“Yes of course, now we just wait till those two are done with their Parade of death against the Shadows and make it clear who returns to the ground, us or those bastards”

»»————>❃<————««

There is not much to say, just that I have shown my face once to make people know I am not dead yet

#x male reader #cod mw2 #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #modern warfare 2 #soap mw2 #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #graves mw2 #gaz mw2

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thekeystothebasement · 2 years ago

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Stray

Chapter One: God Damn Smirk

Pairings: Phillip Graves x Reader

Word Count: 549

A/N: This chapter is pretty short but upcoming chapters will be longer, this chapter is to just set the dynamics between the two. I apologize if my writing isn’t that good, I haven’t written in two years so I would say I’m a bit rusty. I would also like to apologize in advance if Phillip Graves is ooc, I tried. :/

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Phillip Graves

You side-eyed the male standing next to you as he straightened his back at the sound of his name being called. Your eyes traveled to every part of his body, analyzing him. What caught your attention the most was his eyes. His blue eyes reminded you of puppies in a pound looking up to you, silently begging you for your attention. Those puppy eyes shined innocently as if luring you in with a false sense of security. What gave him away was the small smirk that he seemed to constantly have. Even now as he was responding to the drill sergeants, the small smirk still lingered.

You don’t realize you were staring for a bit until you felt a harsh blow to the top of your head. You winced in pain and glared up at the male in front of you.

“Learn to pay attention cadet when your superior is speaking. Am I clear, cadet?”

“Yeah.”

You received another blow, this time the blow was to your leg that had you kneeling in front of the drill sergeant.

“Where are your manners, cadet?”

You continued to glare at the drill sergeant as you stood back up.

“I’m sorry sir, I have seemed to lose my manners. You are clear, sir.”

The drill sergeant looked down at you in disgust but continued to walk down the line of cadets and inspect each one. As soon as the drill sergeant was out of view you slightly bent over to rub your leg in hopes of easing the pain.

“You want a picture?”

“huh” you looked up to the male beside you with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding what he was talking about.

“You were eying my bad side, but I can get you a picture of any angle you want.”

Before you can even respond he pulled you up quickly by your sleeves and whispers, “You can fantasize about me later, the drill sergeant is walking back towards us.”

You straightened your back and face forward and watched as the drill sergeant side-eyed you but gave a slight nod to the man beside you. You eyed the male beside you and glared at the sight of the smirk on his lips as his eyes met yours.

“The names Phillip Graves.” He extended his hand out to you.

“Y/n L/N, but you can call me stray.” As you eyed his hand suspiciously before reaching towards it and firmly grasping his and shaking it.

“Stray?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t stay in one place for long,” you responded.

“You know I have taken a few strays in before, maybe I’ll make you my pet.” he smiled slyly while holding back a laugh at your reaction to his words.

You blushed furiously while scowling, you shoved his hand from yours and turned to look forward once again. You could hear him trying to muffle his chuckles and you debated on glancing at him one more time. You ultimately decided to glance at him and instantly regretted the decision.

You flipped him off when he winked at you when he caught you staring at him again.

“Don’t be like that stray. I take good care of my pets.”

God only knew how badly you wanted to smack that smirk off his face.

A/N: I apologize if you didn’t get tagged even though if you asked to be tagged. This is my first time tagging users so I’m not sure if I’m doing it correctly.

Taglist: @leorioaki @barneypoco @euovennia @thefictionalgemini @dothrckis @atlwantic

#phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #cod imagine #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty mw2

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coyote-with-a-keyboard · 7 months ago

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flashback (1/?)

a/n: not any of my old drafts or ideas, but hey! A post is a post.

warnings: breath play, rough sex, kinda public? In a unlocked but empty meeting room- Minors DNI

Normal day, normal meetings, normal plans and a normal god damn week, that was your plans. You had had enough extra weight to carry for once, so dragging yourself to your last meeting felt like the last step on the stairs to heaven. That was until you opened the door.

Fuck. you hadn’t seen graves in an long time, but those sharp blue eyes were burned in your brain too much to forget- you two grew up together, thick as thieves and close as can be. Teetering on the edge of being more until he got bored and left- it’s not like the town you two grew up in would have been very pleased to find the only two kids of “promise” hooking up anyhow. But that little sharp stab of being left stills felt like a thorn at your side.

It was quite clear he recognized you too. How he got a bit shakier, a bit softer, a bit… guilty looking. More guilty then he looked on that film of him lying at the court, at least. The meeting droned on like ringing in your ears- not hearing a single word and just letting your mind reel. You wanted him, you wanted him to pay too- but two birds can always be hit with one stone cant they?

The meeting filed out eventually, people leaving with their desktops and slides until it was just him and you, the urge to shove him overwhelming until… snap. Pushing him up against the wall and kissing him hard; teeth, bites, blood and a want that had sat so long it had gone sour. Not that graves was complaining when he felt you cage around him, or how suddenly tight everything felt on him. The only thing grounding him was your hand snaking around his throat and the burning feeling of needing to catch his breath.

He couldn’t hear the growl of your voice in his ear over his own heart, but he could tell you were cursing him out- he deserved it, he lamented about it, so he might as well get punished like this. He only put his attention on you. Your smell, your cologne, your feeling. How rough the wall against his back was, how the hand wrapped around his throat was making him uncomfortable in the only way he ever wanted.

All he could do is sit and bask in the warmth as he felt you tug down his belt and pants, as well as his boxers, letting it pool at his legs when you spit on the two fingers of your free hands to at least give him a bit of prep, sure you had hated him and let that hate boil and rot for years- but it turns out he was still the boy you loved when it really got down to that nitty-gritty.

He whined and whimpered softly as your fingers grazed over his walls, his hole fluttering around the feeling. His brain was starting to fell all fuzzy eyed and with fast shallow breaths to follow with the feeling of your grip on him loosen a bit to line your member up with him after making sure he could at least take you safely and tugging down your overused suit pants.

His pretty hole felt like a damn vice around you, his body shaking a bit with every rough and out of rhythm thrust you gave him. It didn’t matter to him. He just wanted you. And he wanted you bad.

He tried to jerk himself off to the pace of your thrusts, having to guess and constantly jolting when he felt you slam or buck into him or bite his shoulder, felt like he could feel it in his throat. He eventually came with a loud whine before panting to catch his breath, his hair starting to stick to his forehead as you painted his insides white and left him to clean himself up without another glance.

That’s exactly what you needed today- suddenly the world felt an awful lot better. But to graves he felt a little nagging jealousy that he couldn’t get you permanently, not for real, not for love- not now at least. This was a start, he supposed. He wanted to see you smile again- god he missed that smile more then he missed anything in the world.

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MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

could I req a graves ftm user pup play fic? :333

have a great day/night!! 🫶🫶🫶

MWAH !! i appologize for falling off of the face od the earth but this is soooo yes😭😭

// CW : tm!reader , puppy play , praise , master (used once) , ownership kink (i think thats it please tell me if its not!!))

the way you are sat, kneeling between Graves’ legs can’t help but turn him on your pretty little eyes gazing up at him as you display the collar around your neck proudly.. it just sends shivers up his spine and he cant get enough

the kisses are intoxicating as his teeth tease the skin of your neck, just above the pretty collar, a sign of his ownership over you.. his little puppy, his fingers delving into your boxers to tease your swollen cock, the moans leaving your mouth making Graves groan nearly silently

his deft fingers working their way into your sopping hole, such a silly puppy getting so wet for him ,, such a good boy :)

the sound of your arousal bounces off of the walls with your moans mixing in, to Graves it almost sounds like heaven when he finally enters his large cock into you, one hand on your hip the other feeling the fur of your tail as his hips piston, bullying your tight little hole:(

your whimpers are so sweet and precious as his dick presses tightly against your walls, as if in a vice but he loves it, the way your hole just doesnt want him to leave.. such a good boy for your master

#x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #cod x reader #cod x male reader #cod smut #soap x reader #graves x y/n #philip graves x you #philip graves x reader #graves x male reader #graves x you #graves smut #cod graves #graves x reader #graves cod #phillip graves #philip graves #cod fanfic #cas speaks

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nexrp4 · 7 years ago

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❝ If you expect the worst, you’ll never be disappointed. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Maverick Rocky Dunn. Birthday: August 5th, 1972. Pronouns: He/him, they/them. Gender/Sex: Agender/male. Occupation: Librarian.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Considerate and charismatic. - Cowardly and impulsive.

B A C K G R O U N D —

DRUGS, SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, ALCOHOL, DEATH TW // Maverick was born into a family rich in love and not much else, parents Katie and Rusty doing everything they could for their little bundle of joy to bring him a most successful and happy life.

In middle school, he’d meet his best friend Kayden, as well as welcome a new addition to his home, his younger adopted sister, Easton. Kayden and Maverick would only grow closer over the years spent together and by freshman year of high school, the pair would be able to call themselves boyfriends.

Maverick wasn’t much of person for social gatherings, however, the two of them would constantly find themselves at parties, hidden in the back corners of the room sharing joints, darts and awful mixed drinks. It was perfect, but perfect doesn’t last forever.

When Maverick and Kayden were in eleventh grade, Kayden unexpectedly passed away, which started the toppling dominos of all things to go bad in his life. Now alone, he would have to deal with his mother’s cancer diagnosis on his own, while his dad started down his own path of drowning himself in alcohol nightly.

Within a couple months, Katie would pass away, Rusty would become unresponsive and the Dunn family would fall apart.

Following two dramatic attempts at his own life, Maverick started to even back out. His father was sent to rehab to overcome his addiction. And while Maverick himself still depends on substance to get through the day, and while he still believes he owes the dead much more than he can give, he carries on.

A R R I V A L — ( 1 9 7 2 )

Maverick was born and raised in Sheffield, never leaving his childhood home for another.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Emma Phillips – A strange pair of friends, however, the two of them would have missed out on many life experiences had they not been close. Following a string of bad times and fights, the two are back to being close again. Triple Threat ( Sawyer Kinney and Beckett Graves ) – A trio of friends who would become more of Maverick’s best friends. Following a break up of the other two members, Maverick prefers to hangout with the opposing parties on their own, hoping that someday the bad blood will clear. Stefan Cowell – One of Maverick’s best friends, though he’s not sure the latter would say the same about him. Maverick has almost not left the man alone since he has met him, sticking to his side against better judgement especially after annoying Stefan, responding to harsh snaps with witty comebacks. Somewhere along the line, Maverick developed a crush on Stefan. He knows it won’t ever get anywhere, but he can’t seem to shake the feeling.

E X T R A B I T S —

–– Maverick keeps his friend groups separate as if they were foods on a plate. He gets highly uncomfortable when the different parts of his life mix as he believes there are some things different people should not see or know. –– Longterm, Maverick wants to go back to school, finish high school and start courses to become an english teacher, then professor. He has a love for reading and writing and doesn’t think he could spend his life doing anything else. –– As he was raised with both jewish and christian parents, his religious holidays tend to differ severely and what is celebrated that year all depends on his mood.

PENNED BY MACK.

#bio: mack #bio: dunn #bio: maverick dunn #*

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nexrp4 · 7 years ago

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❝ Scared I’ll die of uncertainty, fear might be the death of me. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Mikhail Aiden Talbot. Birthday: March 19th, 1965. Pronouns: He/him. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/male. Occupation: Nurse at Sheffield Memorial. Works part time at Talbot Hardware. Teaches youth football.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Self-reliant and insouciant. - Zany and aimless.

B A C K G R O U N D —

MURDER & ABUSE TW // Growing up, Mickey was the closest to his mother. She was everything that he admired; bright, compassionate, unintentionally hilarious. And though the two of them were near inseparable, there were moments where Mickey was forced to stay away. His father drank. A lot. And it was those days where his son was urged into various hiding spaces. He preferred the closet, imaging the clothes hanging on the racks as a shield made out of cloth. Robert Talbot took his anger out on his wife, who accepted it. Each and every time, she never fought back. As long as her son remained safe from her husband’s abuse, she would play the part of a human punching bag.

But she could only take it for so long. And one day, she came to the conclusion that it was enough. She’d pack her bags, call her mother back in Canada, and she’d take her son out of Robert’s grasp. Though she never got to wake Mickey out of his deep slumber. And she never did see her hometown outside of Ontario again. He was nine years old when his mother left him. He entered the kitchen that morning and saw no one but his father. She’d left them. Both of them. She didn’t love them. Neither of them. That’s what he was told. And that’s what he believed. After all, why else would she leave?

It didn’t take long until Robert’s anger was directed towards Mickey. Bruises would be evident on the younger’s body– though when asked by school staff, excuses were made. His father may be an abusive drunk, but he was all that he had. All that was left of their family. And he’d be damned if he lost him, too. So, he took his mother’s role. Learning that each trait he’d admired her so much for was only the side effect of the older Talbot’s rage. A mask created to fool loved ones that everything was okay. That happiness had never been more prominent. Of course, there was one other thing his father’s abuse resulted in. And it wasn’t a personality trait, or a need to protect their abuser. It was the dirt that would suffocate you if you ever resisted; the darkness that would consume you, and the unnamed grave you’d be given.

A R R I V A L — ( 1 9 6 8 )

His mother was born in Canada, though when she gave birth to Robert Talbot’s child– he insisted that they moved back to his hometown. At the time, she was a stranger to his blinding rage. And after a few years, three to be exact, she packed her bags and brought her only child to America.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Nicolas Talbot – Inseparable since the day they met, the Talbot cousins have been best friends since childhood. They were partners in crime, and have continued to be just as close as they were in their younger days. Evelyn Talbot – Though he doesn’t approve of his grandmother’s hatred for his own father, Mickey is quite close with the elder Talbot. Emma Phillips – The two have had an on and off relationship for the past two years. Starting out as best friends as well as roommates, it’s quite unfortunate the turmoil their relationship had to endure. Finally breaking up earlier this year, Emma & Mickey have returned to being close friends and nothing more. Liza Scalley – Even as Liza had a crush on Mickey for quite some time, it wasn’t until his break-up with Emma that he even saw Liza in anything but a platonic light. What started out as a hook-up; something to get his mind off of an ex, ended up being something far more. Though they’ve kept it on the down-low for the majority of their relationship, they’re still quite serious.

E X T R A B I T S —

–– Mickey’s compassion & empathy is usually what gets him into most situations. He’s got a difficulty for turning people down, fearing to hurt their feelings in even the slightest. –– He was given a football scholarship his senior year of high school, but was convinced by his father to stay in Sheffield. –– Due to his father being incapable of caring for himself at his word, Mickey has developed great cooking skills. Another trait he believes is derived from his mother.

PENNED BY JACK.

#bio: jack #bio: talbot #bio: mikhail talbot #*

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