#graves x black!reader

[crystlizabeth]

Cowboy Casanova

Phillip Graves x Black!Shepherd!femreader

Warnings: age gap(reader is 23 Graves is 32), teasing, suggestive, cursing. Smut. Car sex bc graves and car sex itches my brain just right. Slight angst ig at the end. As always not proofread💆🏾‍♀️

Summary: going to the rodeo with your family, but your dad decides to bring some of his coworkers, little dose he know your dating the ‘Shadow’ as your dad calls him. It gonna be one hell of a night.

P.2

“Oh I forgot to tell you..” Your father spoke taking a drink from his beer. “I invited a friend, Graves.” He finished. Your eyes widen at the mention, your father had unintentionally invited your boyfriend. It wouldn’t be such a problem if one your relationship with graves was not something your father would be fond of and two he wasn’t almost 10 years older than you.

You shared a look with your older sister her already looking at you, she knew. She’s known but this she wanted to laugh at how scared you looked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, he still workin’ in the air?” Your brother asked.

You finished your beer off removing yourself from the conversation they started grabbing your sister by the hand taking her back into the beer garden with you. Finally getting away from your family you looked at your sister “Im gonna actually off myself, Nessa WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.” You groaned your hands running down your face.

She laughed no that bitch fucking howled “This is fuckin amazing. Holy shit.” She slapped her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Daddy invited, yo lil boyfriend!”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah but at least you’re finna get laid tonight.” She continued laughing.

You internally scream as you paid for your beer, the two of you returning to your family through the crowd of people. Upon returning there the cowboy stood conversatating with your parents. His eye found your after hearing your mother call your name “You remember Phillip right?” You mother asked.

You nodded “Mmhm I remember him.” Smiling at him as he returned a smile, god.. He looked good in a cowboy hat, his shirt tucked into his dark wrangler’s a silver buckle and his square toed boots.. mmm you would mind taking him here but unfortunately your parentals were present.

“Babygirl how bout you show Philip to the beer garden, we’ll meet y’all at our seats yeah?” Your father spoke handing you two tickets. You gave your father a look, “your sister can go with yall if you’re shy babygirl.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes “common cowboy.” You said turning around. Phillip gladly following behind you after being for sure out of sight Graves came up behind you his and resting his hand on your hip his thumb going through your belt loop.

“Whats wrong doll.” He teased placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Umm just that my Father invited my boyfriend who is seriously of limits to me in his perspective.” You spoke you hand holding his wrist.

“Scared we’ll get caught pretty girl. Common, ‘otta have s’more faith in me.” He said making you both stop facing eachother his calloused hands resting above your low rises on the bare skin, his face leaning in close a greedy smirk displayed on his face.

“Maybe because my father with actually kill you and burn your body in a foreign country.” You smiled letting your hands run down his chest slowly nails dragging slightly.

“Mmm probably but lets not worry ‘bout that right now sweet girl.” He said kissing you lips softly, your hand pushed on his chest.

“We get caught its on yo ass Graves.” You spoke pushing your lips together pressing color back into your lipstick, your hand wiping the darker neutral color of his lips. He gave you a smug grin slapping your ass lightly before continuing to the bar. Fuckin tease.

You placed your self next to him leaning against the bar your arms resting against under your boobs lifting them very nicely giving Phillip and the bar tender and nice view, your cropped gray tank top sat low showing off the top your pretty light blue bra the lace sitting all pretty. Your washed out miss me’s sitting low enough on your back to show your dimple piercings, mmm and did Lip enjoy the view, was he jealous that the other boys where looking at you oh of fucking corse but at the end of the day you were his all his so let ‘em little boys look. He continued you admire you as you both worked on your drinks you wore a straw cowboy hat with a little charm on the front and your belt the buckle bring your fit together yeah you looked so damn good…

“Finish that, we gotta go out to my truck.” He spoke, taking one last swig of his bud light.

“Why?” You asked eventually finishing your beer anyway 3rd one down.

He gave you a look motioning his head to the exit.

Oh…

Oh!

“Lets go!” You grinned pulling him by his hand through the crowd. Luckily it was starting to get dark and Phillips tint would do the trick, pulling out your phone you sent a text to your sister.

‘Hey cover for me be back in like 20-30 minutes love ya!💋’

Nessa💆🏾‍♀️

‘Ight j dont be to long dont want daddy getting suspicious.’

With that you put your phone back in your bag as you two walked to his truck, it being parked somewhere in a dead end street. Opening the back door to his GMC you quickly got it him following you after, he started his truck so the ac could start cooling the inside from the Louisiana sun.

“Lets make this fast don’t want your daddy to worry bout his little girl.” He teased taking your hat of replacing it with his, his hands starting to work on his jeans as you worked on yours you fully discarding your pants.

Your lips met his, both of your lips moving in sync. Phillips hands made there way to you ass grabbing a hand full of flesh as he rocked your hips onto him. “Matching set.?” Lip spoke in between kisses.

You smiled agains his lips “I thought it was cute..” you stated knowing damn well this was one of the sets he had bought you it being a favorite. You felt his hand go to move your panties to the side and he freed himself from his briefs.

You lifted yourself up letting him line himself up to you. Your hands griping his shoulders as you sunk down on to him letting out a soft moan, the movement of your hips causing his head to fall back against the window.

“God you feel so good sweetheart, made just for me huh?” He groaned, a small whimper escaping his mouth when you fasted your pace.

His hands moving your hips as well, your body falling closely to him placing soft kisses on his neck your lipstick leaving stains as well as soft red marks from sucking on him. The truck moving slightly at the fast movement, Phillip fucking himself into you. His arms hugged your waist as he kept his pace up as you fucked him back your cunt dripping of arousal the mix of fluids making a white ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck Lip..” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Common sweetheart hold on a lil bit longer for me I’m s’ close.” He slurred, feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Please.. please let me cum.” You begged her face muffled into his shoulder.

“Nah common baby let me hear you.” He spoke his hands gathering your hair pulling your head back.

“Fuck please let me cum, please daddy let me cum.” You begged, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearable.

He let out an amused chuckle his pace not slowing down. “Yeah you wanna cum?” He asked his tone faking sympathy. “ ‘mon pretty girl use that filthy mouth of yours.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure causing your head to go fuzzy your mouth hanging open slightly as moans continue to slip from your lips. “Look at you all cock drunk.” He degraded.

“Please I- I cant hold it anymore… fuck daddy please.” You pleaded, your nail’s digging into his shoulders.

He wore an amused smirk enjoying your begging, they way you pleaded drove him crazy. Your walls pulsing he knew you couldn’t keep it together for much longer and that if he kept you her to long suspension would come upon your father.

He groaned his balls starting to tighten “mm cum for me sweetheart, fuckin cum f’ me.” He grip releasing your braids wrapping his arms hugging your waist once again his face buried in your breast as he came undone.

Phillip whimpering as he filled you up stuffing you full. After catching both of yours breath you began to redress yourself, Graves grabbing a napkin from his glove box cleaning up his mess that was currently dripping down your thighs into his leather seat, Also wiping the spot on his covers thigh.

“Made a mess did we.” You laughed noticing the stain on his leg.

“You made a mess.” He corrected.

“Could have been worse.” You winked, he knew what you meant and he nodded.

You both exited the vehicle a group of four walking by they looked away from the two of you minding there business. Cute.

Helping you out he took his hat back giving your back to you, placing the hat on your head he gave you a deep kiss. “Your lipstick is smudged doll.” He smirked.

Fuck, you let your hands whipe around your mouth. Phillip watching you he couldn’t help but smile, little did he know he had a few hickeys light but they were there. You both continued on to the gate getting a drink then heading in to the rodeo, your mother of course had to ask questions.

“Where has y’all be, it been like 30 minutes?” She questioned your father looking up taking a sip of his drink.

“I had to use the bathroom and feed him so fried Oreos because he’s never had ‘em.” You spoke innocently the lie rolling off your tongue so easily.

She shook her head letting y’all sit down you in between your father and boyfriend. Your father giving the two of you a look that caused your stomach to drop, but Phillip ignored it tried to anyway. You glance over at him noticing a light lipstick stain, your lipstick stain it wasn’t very visible but it was still there if your wore a lighter shade maybe could have gotten away with it but as of now he knew he had to.

“Graves come get a drink with me.” Your father spoke, Tapping your leg to let him through.

Oh shit, shit shit shit!

Lip nodded standing up going down the bleachers with your father. You looked over at your sister who was next to your mother, Nessa giving you a panicked look.

Phillip stood in line with your father the silence thick. The noise of the fair and rodeo seemed so dreadfully loud. Phillip soon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off “how long have you been sleeping with my daughter.” Shepherd spoke dangerously calm.

“Im sorry?” Graves asked, his heart dropped into his stomach.

Shepherd turned his head looking him dead in the eye “How. Long. Have you been sleeping. With my daughter.”

Phillip wasn’t one to show weakness nore fear but right now he was fucking scared, he made a reckless misstep because he couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few more hours. “Sir, I.. shit.” He took a breath his voice slightly shaky.

“For about 9 or so months now.” He spoke, you two have known each other longer but have been together since late February.

Shepherds head turned back looking in front of him ordering his beer. The two men stepped out of line Phillip trying to explain the situation but he wasn’t having it.

“You realize my daughter is almost 10 fucking years younger than you. And I told you Graves, you and your boys being around my family you were forbidden to involve your self with any on my daughters, Natalie, Vanessa, (name). Yet here I’m finding myself having this conversation with you because your sleeping with my youngest.” Shepherd spoke his voice still calm not wanting to cause a scene, but Shepherd was livid.

Graves had just dug his own grave, they had been caught. “Sir Im aware how old she is and I know I wasn’t supposed to get involved with your daughters life it just happened… we-” Phillip spoke getting caught off.

“I don’t want to hear excuses Phillip, let me make this clear. You can stay the rest of the night because I invited you but when you take my daughter to her apartment tonight because she’ll use her sister to cover for her. I want you to cut contact with her or I will release you if your duties.” Shepherd said his face close to Phillips.

“Do I make myself clear boy.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

With that the two men returned on there way back. Phillip couldn’t believe how easily he gave into your father, how easily he just had to leave you. He couldn’t do that to you nor himself, but his career,  was at risk something he’s worked hard for something her loved yet cherished you. He loved you, so fucking much. Walking back up he saw the worried expression your wore through a small smile, he gave you a reassuring smile nodding at you as he sat down.

Your head turned looking at him, but you couldn’t read him, nothing.

The night went by slower than you would have liked, the rodeo ended at about 11 your family and Phillip now on the way out and you had done exactly what your dad had known. You had used your sister as cover walking the opposite direction with her and Lip Nessa soon seeing her way out.

Getting in the truck you finally spoke “What did my father say?” She asked, he brows frowned.

He didn’t say anything he only began to start driving, his blue eyes focused on the road.

“Phillip what did you and my dad talk about..” now you were scared.

“Baby…”

“Lets talk when he get you back to your place..” he spoke his hand laying on your thigh rubbing it softly.

So you guys did getting into your apartment you took your boots off placing you hat and bag down, Phillip followed in behind you but didn’t remove his shoes he wasn’t wearing his hat anymore. You walked up to him going to him your hands going to touch his face, but he stoped you his hands grabbing your wrist.

“We cant do this anymore..” he whispered.

What? No what the fuck.

“What do you mean..” you couldn’t feel the lump in your throat form you knew what he ment.

“Doll don’t look at me like that… please don’t look at me that way…” his voice soft, his blue eyes focused on you.

“No, no fucking tell me. You cant just.” You spoke, you voice breaking.

“What did he tell you, what did he make you think.” You asked your hands now in fist.

“(Name) dont make this harder than it had to be. He knows…”

“No shit he know you’re standing here breaking up with me!” You shouted pulling you hands from his grip pushing him back a little.

“What the fuck Phillip! are- are you kidding me…” you cried out.

“Why..” you asked letting out a frustrated cry.

“Im 32 sweetheart, your only 23 you have so much to live for. Im… im only gonna hold you back..” he spoke, that lie made him sick, you were living he would never do anything to hold you back. Yet that that excuse he chose to you and you called bullshit.

“Did he threaten releasing you from your position?”

He looked down at her “No.. no”

“Stop lying dont fucking protect him, tell me.” You spoke sternly few tears falling down your face.

Graves looked at you, he hated how you were about the only person that could see through his lies. “He did..”

And you knew how much that job meant to him, how hard he worked for the shadow company how many years he put into the military and now you stood in the way of that. You couldn’t blame him, but it hurt, hurt even more when you weren’t gonna let your father take that away from him. Phillip took a step towards you he wanted to explain you knew the love that he carried for you, but you weren’t gonna make him chose because he was considering it.

“Don’t let me come in between that, I sorry Lip I- I didn’t know he would do that. That he was going to threaten you position.” His heart broke hearing your words.

“Please don’t apologize, never apologize.. I love you so much I hope you know that. I don’t want to lose you.” He spoke taking your face in his hands making you look at him, tears stained your features.

“Phillip, your worked so hard for all of that, don’t chose me over 10 years of hard work. I cant make you do that. I openly went against my fathers wishes and his we were reckless and now you have to go back to work don’t let me drag you down.” Her hands held into his forearm your heads weight falling into his hands.

No, you couldn’t. You could never hold him down, he wanted you and would give up his line of work to be with you. But you wouldn’t let him.

“Doll, don’t say that you could never hold me back.” He spoke his eyes starting to gloss over.

Dont cry, not in-front if her not now.

“You gotta go Lip… you- god, you have to let me go as I do too” you sobbed quietly.

He pulled you in close wrapping his arms tightly around you, “please don’t give up on me.” He whispered his head laying onto of yours, your soft cries muffled into his shirt. He could feel the wet spot build up on his shirt.

“Go Phillip.” You said making yourself push against him, “Fucking go! Please!” You pushed him back.

“I love you (name)..” he spoke softly.

Your bottom lip trembled “I love you too..”

It felt as if someone had just stabbed him over and over and fucking over just left to bleed out.

Maybe this was it.



Okayy I felt dramatic so here’s some angst maybe a part 2 im not sure though we’ll see!

[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[theelurkqueen]

waiting patiently for all the fic writers to get on south of midnight so that i can enjoy monsterfucking content....

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Btw Phillip Graves has a fetish for taking care of his partner.

Like sure, he does love when he comes home to you cooking a meal, but he also loves having you on the couch, feet propped up, sipping a glass of sweet tea he made for you, waiting for him to come back with whatever he made.

He has a nice house, bigger yard than home (I have a big head canon that Phillip doesn't want children or is infertile, idk why) and you want a deck? The next day there's a contractor there talking about ideas. Then he builds a good half of the deck, you sat outside on a lawn chair, sipping something alcoholic (or lemonade), because he needs you, his little darl, to see him being your big strong man.

I also headcanon Phillip as pansexual, but didn't know it. Fell in love with a man in highschool, and that's why he went to the military. Thought the discipline would straighten him out (yes, I did make a pun).

Idk Phillip Graves is my biggest comfort character rn and I'm doing bad.

[natnuszsstuff]

I have developed the type, I'm afraid

[timetravellingshinigami]

Black Widow oc/reader joins Task Force 141.

This is the kind of scenario I keep day dreaming about.

[lorvdz]

“You look so much like your father in certain lights,” ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

I certainly feel like it’s definitely possible that Russell Adler and Phillip Graves are related in a way! So here’s my full analysis and take on it, have fun watching me go through insanity to prove my point..

Firstly, both Phillip Graves and Russell Adler share super striking physical similarities that possibly suggests a genetic relationship!Which includes:

• Nasal Structure: Both characters show a strong, slightly arched nasal bridge when viewed from the side — which is a trait often passed through family lines.

• Ocular Features: Both have notably blue eyes. Graves’ tendency to squint at times creates a visual resonance with Adler’s more stern, calculating gaze.

• Hair Color and Facial Structure: Both maintain similar hair color — a muted brown-blonde when the lighting is high— and angular facial geometry. Graves’ slightly fuller face may possibly be attributable to age or lack of smoking(since Adler smokes, it hollows out the face more), but the genetic resemblance remains strong!

These visual parallels are consistent enough to warrant the hypothesis of a familial bond, particularly that of father and son.

Tactical disposition:

Adler, who’s a CIA operative during the Cold War, is characterized by a highly strategic, stoic, and ruthless(also a psychopath, said by some characters) approach to missions. Graves, though outwardly more charismatic and flippant, exhibits a similar style of covert military strategy; most notably in his betrayal of Task Force 141, in Las Almas. This duality might suggest that Graves may reflect a younger Adler: more expressive, but shaped by a similarly calculating mind.

Chronological feasibility:

Adler is active during the 1980s! Since he’s 44 in 1981 during the events of Black Ops Cold War, he would be 85 during Modern Warfare II’s timeline in the late 2022. Graves appears to be in his late 30s or early 40s, placing his birth roughly in the mid-to-late 1980s; precisely when Adler would plausibly be capable of fatherhood..

However, this is just me theorizing it all! I just fine them..too similar..

[onlychonn]

how do we feel about bunnyhybrid!reader and OC (ted)?

masterlist

just imagine sniffing around and finding your way onto random farm. some random ahh guy outside herding some sheep w his farm dogs.. scary but hey.. he's a bit hot in his overalls ngl. he's human tho sooo.. u dont really know how this is gonna go.. but guess what!? you hop over anyway! you made your way over, crunching on some leaves as you tried to sneak up on him, stopping at his feet and observing him from there as he fills up some type of.. bowls? with.. water? for.. whom? they were some big ass bowls so maybe for the dogs? or horses? you take a few steps back and watch him from a corner as he starts moving again.

you continue to watch until you spot the most beautiful strawberry bushes ever, taking your focus off of him for a moment to look at them, wondering how you're gonna get over there and what you're gonna do with the heaps of strawberries. now, with the greed that was building up, thinking about taking all the strawberries for yourself for harvest, you feel a presence, a watcher if you will. and as you get that feeling you're suddenly picked up by.. the farmer!?

"was macht so ein ding wie du hier.." he mutters, examining you. you just let it happen and take this chance to also examine him up close. he's got a little beard coming in. or did he just shave? there stubble so maybe the latter. his skins fair. he doesn't seem harmful at least. as you examine yet again, he's doing the same. looking over your brown coat (which was now your skin) plus your ears and puffy scut (tail) that was sticking out from your rear.

and you just.. sit there as he cradles you in his arms taking you into his home. he places you on a couch and crouches in front of you. "deutsch sprechen?" he says. it sounds foreign but you can understand a bit. you tilt your head, continuing your observation from earlier. "english?" he questions. you understand that clearly, taking some time before responding. "yes.." you practically whisper. "okay." he takes note. "um.. what are.. you doing here?" he asks, taking his time to choose his choice of words. you shrug and blink a bit. "fruit.. bush.. berry." you mutter, words not really making sense since you rarely ever take on your human form.

"beerenstrauch?" he questions himself, trying to figure out what you were talking about. "fruit? um.." he tries to gather words but you beat him to it, clearing things up. "strawberry." you mutter once more. "oh. the strawberry bush. "

🐾; lmk if u want more pls

translation;

germ; "was macht so ein ding wie du hier.."

eng; "what's a thing like you doing here.."

germ; "deutsch sprechen?"

eng; "speak german?"

germ; "beerenstrauch?"

eng; "berry bush?"

[lorvdzdumpz]

IM WORKING ON A LOT OF STUFF CURRENTLY BUT HERE’S PHILLIP’S MOM AND ADLER’S EX WIFE!!!!^w^

[crystlizabeth]

Would you believe me ‧₊˚.

Phillip Graves x black!femreader

Warnings: cruising, age gap(23/34), use of alcohol, suggestive. Kinda short :( and not proofread properly!

Summary: would you believe him if he said he was in love with you? He wanted to live a life with you fuck everyone else lets run away for a few weeks maybe even months go to a different country let our worries fade away.

“Lets go, I have two tickets.” Phillip spoke his hands on your knees his eyes wandering your tear stained face.

“Your bag is already packed baby.. lets go, let’s get away from her from your parents and anyone else that feeds you those lies.” He spoke his hand moving to cup your face kissing the tears away softly.

“Lets go..” you said. So you did one way ticket to Rio, you turned your phone off you didn’t care what everyone else had to say about the two of you. But maybe they were right in a way he was ten or so years older than you it wasn’t gonna be some happily ever after shit maybe he planed to break your heart.

But how could he with the way he looked at you those blue eyes had always made you feel something either it being a safe feeling or just pure love. The way his fingers would graze your soft skin so tenderly whispering sweet nothings into your ear, how could he break your heat like everyone said he would.

Now the worries we’re fading away, the first few days in rio was you two figuring out your way around, spending most of your time on your little beach the was in the back of your rental home. You both could let go your bodies always tangled together, him kissing you so sweetly. Morning were you both laid bare under the covers the warmth of your own bodies together, the red welts on his back standing out as you watched him get up you always following after him to the bathroom.

The warm showers waking you both up you nails running through his blond strands as he would hold your waist close. Something about the sun made you look even more beautiful to him your dark complexion always shining, you never seemed to stop smiling either that’s what he loved about you. Nothing was the same with you always a surprise and he loved that how could he every get tired of you.

Your laughter was more loud when you had enough alcohol in your system you could care less about the people around you, how you craved him with or with out the alcohol begging for his touch. In the sheets he was different either rough or gentle but you came first your pleasure. His lips trailing on the inside of you thigh making you squirm pleading for him to devour you whole, he worshiped your body every scar stretch mark, every thing that made you feel less of yourself. God he could die at the way his name slipped from your pretty lips, how you cried out to him as he was deep inside you reaching places nobody ever had.

You could keep him up or hours constant drinking and love songs, your arms wrapped around his neck as he spun you around as you both danced. He didn’t even want to know how many pictures you had to that little red camera you carried on you it always around your wrist. Though he did know was a few of them were for he took them your sleeping figure on top of him.

Going through the street marked in nothing but your tiny shorts and bikini top, his hand in yours as you led him through the market. You glancing back at him as you take to the owner of a stand, he loved how easily you picked up the language lord knows he couldn’t.

Placing the groceries down he found himself behind you kissing up on you. Your soft laughter as he kissed on certain spots, your hand trying to push him away his hold on you only growing tighter. You heart melted when he said I love you every fucking time. Phillip graves was so incredibly in love with you and he never hid it. In every word, every kiss, every touch he told you he loved you.

The night was still warm as you ate outside your legs over his hips as you sat together on the net hammock. “You should cook more often.” You spoke swallowing the bite of food.

He let out an amused chuckle “Should I now?” He questioned his thumb rubbing your thigh.

You nodded a smile displayed across your face “Ill stick to baking don’t worry.” You winked.

“Pfft I can bake.” He laughed.

“Rightt~ that’s why yo ass burned the brownies as we had to go get somethin’” you mocked.

He hummed soft laughter coming from him as he watched you continuing to eat. He put him plate on the deck pulling you over to him turning your body so your back was pressed against his chest. “Whats wrong love?” You asked feeling his face fall into the nape of your neck.

“Nothin’ darlin’ just feel like holding ya right now.” He spoke truthfully, his arms wrapping around your waist. You two just sat there even after you finished your food. Phillip holding you close as the sound of the night was around you, “let’s go for a swim..” you whispered getting up gently his hands slowly dragging down you legs as you got up he soon followed after you down to the beach.

You pulled your shirt off discarding it on the beach you wore nothing but underwear under the shirt soon get rid of your panties your naked body turning facing graves as he amired you. Phillip began taking off this clothes walking up to you picking you up walking down to the water you both getting goose bumps as the cold water surrounded both your bodies. Your hands held his face your thumbs creasing his cheeks, he leaned in kissing you softly each kid after getting hungrier felling his hold on you tightens pulling you into a hug as your arms wrapped around his neck kissing him eagerly. Your soft moans drowning out the sound of the waves Phillip guiding your legs to wrap around him.

He want nothing more that you to love him the way he loved you, he continuously thought about putting a ring in your finger that ring sitting in his suitcase he just needed to get over the frustration and fear that you would say no. He craved watching you walk down in a beautiful white dress your friends and family there to watching but it couldn’t be the picture perfect. As of now all he could think was you you bodies clung together every kiss felt as if your souls tied together just the two of you no worries.

The morning was finally spent slow no rushing out to see something new the two of you sleeping together you pressed against his back as he faced the other way having turned in his sleep. You let your fingers graze over that scratch marks a small smile tugging at your lips, the room silent the only thing you could hear was your heart beat and his soft breathing. Propping yourself up you let you lips touch his shoulder you lips placing gentle kisses on him the vaseline on them leaving glossy marks behind, traces on you all over his body.

His body shifted him now facing you looking at him, your bare breast pressed against the mattress his eyes wondered talking in the bruised marks that laid on top of your melanin complexion. His hand made is way cupping you face not worrying about pushing any hair out of the way to feel the sensation of you cheeks, your hair tucked away in a bonnet. He let the smoke creep up on his face as he pulled you in kissing you his hands now cupping your ass.

“Go back to sleep.” You spoke softly covering his eyes.

“Why?” He hummed a grin still on his features.

“You look so peaceful… I like knowing that fact if your sleeping you can’t leave..” you spoke half joking mumbling the last part.

His hands pulled on yours uncovering his eyes so he could look at you fully “What makes you think I would leave you doll?” He asked his brows slightly frowning.

You didn’t speak for a moment that caused to now fully sit up facing you, his hand lifting up you chin softly “darlin’ talk to me.” He whispered.

Don’t cry, don’t sit here and cry to him that you couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving you. But his voice trying to get you to speak the im right here, i don’t plan on going anywhere made you break. “Please just don’t leave me..”

“Oh baby..” he cooed, his arms pulling you close you head placed under his chin.

“Im not going anywhere… I promise you that. Wait here.” He spoke getting up real quick you watched as he walked over to his suitcase digging into it grabbing something walking back over, Standing in front of you on the bed.

“Darlin’ i dont thing you quite understand how in Love I am with you, would you believe me if I said I was in love? How I wanted to spend every last moment with ya, even though I work like a mad man.” He spoke.

“I could never see myself leaving you, your my own personal life support. You make me want to get up and do things I haven’t done before, you keep me on my toes I never know what could happen next when I’m with you. I love the little note you write me before I go in deployment they remind me I get to come home to you after months away and you still have that spark every fucking time. That’s the shit I like you have such a beautiful aura you can bring a smile to my face, we can have such domestic moments together and I crave that forever. I want you to never worry about my love for you ever.” He said you watch tears still falling down your face as you watched him pull the little velvet blue box from behind his back.

He got down on his knee “This isn’t how I was exactly planning on doing this but I can do something special later.” He said pulling open the box, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring a big fucking diamond the band being filled with them aswell.

“Phillip..” you spoke softly your hand coming up to your mouth.

“(Name) I want to spent every last breath with you… I don’t ever plan on leaving you I want to be by your side every single moment, when I look at you I feel complet your what I’ve been praying for all of my life.” He spoke softly his hand reasting on top of your hand that laid on your legs. You could hear the emotion in his voice how he could break any moment before you.

He took a deep breath before continuing “One day all the stars in the sky will dim, the oceans will stop waving and creating such a peaceful sound, the trees will stop swaying, and the sound of nature with die. Some say the end is near some say it’s far, but no matter what the outcome you and I will be together. And you don’t have to either storms your storms for me, I won’t wait for your rain to stop to give you all my live instead we can do this together.” He finished his voice becoming shaky, he was spilling every single emotion out all his live he was giving it to you on a sliver plater.

He took one more deep breath steadying in breathing, “(Name) will you marry me?”

You shook your head violently as you started to sob, “yes, yes I- I’ll marry you Phillip.” You spoke your arms opening for him to embrace you so he did. You sat in his arms crying to him a smile displayed on your face. He pulled away from you kissing your lips, he grabbed your hand placing the ring on your finger.

“You gonna stop crying’ now ya big baby.” He joked earning a slap to the chest from you.

“Shut up.” You sniffed wiping your eyes.

He pulled you in again kissing you so tenderly, he whispered sweet nothings to you between every kiss. God he loved you so much and there was nothing that could stop him fro making you his.

So would you believe him?

Yeah yeah you would.

a/n: AHHHH THIS FEELS SO SHORT!! I worked on this for day bruh so I hope it’s good!🙏🏽🙏🏽

[lxvvie]

Phillip Graves is a fucking asshole.

And it's not just because he knows how to piss you off.

It's also because he knows what turns you on.

And nothing turns you on more than Phillip Graves "unintentionally" turning you on. Asshole.

It's Philip rolling his shirt sleeves up so you can see his forearms. Those same forearms that you can help but ogle every time he does the most innocent shit to call attention to them.

It's Phillip and his glasses. Asshole. It's the way they sit on the bridge of his nose, and when he catches you staring, especially when he was preoccupied, Phillip stares back over the rim, grins, and "Like what you see, darlin'?"

It's the low hum he makes in his throat. Whether he's concentrating, humming a tune, responding to you, or anything. It's the low hum.

It's the way he gives you his undivided attention. Full on staring into your eyes, leaning forward, the slight head tilt, the occasional chuckle, just—asshole.

It's Phillip practically purring out, "Darlin'." Every. Single. Time. Yes, darlin', no, darlin', three bags full, darlin'—that bastard knows what the hell he's doing.

It's Phillip stretching ("Biiiiig stretch, darlin'!"), working the kinks out of his lower back because he's been sitting still for too long. Phillip and that fucking arch, all so you can see how his ass perks out. And ain't it a perky ass, darlin'?

Yeah, Phillip Graves is a fucking asshole.

But he's your fucking asshole.

[yorobix]

Sweetie-Pie

Phillip Graves x Baker!Reader x Russell Adler

Chapter 3: Tension in the patisserie

You weren’t aware of the exchange which happened just outside your window. The beginning of a feud between two men who wanted your love. ‘Rivals’ in other words.

Every day without fail they stopped by your bakery; ordering whatever you said was made by yourself or what you recommended. It was nice being wanted; being appreciated. A week past.

This morning you did pick up on some tension as you were walking to open up front. Surprised to see both the men were up early and waiting outside your shop; the tall one with the dark glasses and the strange scar in the centre of his face and the other man who had a mark on his cheek which followed through to his ear. You opened the door hesitantly, they both looked like they were irritated; watching them stand there, smoking. As they heard the door open they dropped their cigarette’s in sync with one another. Cursing the butt on the floor.

You clear your throat. “Uhm, we’re opening soon and it’s pretty cold outside, would you both like to come in? I have the fire on.” They exchange glances at one another; or well, you thought so. The one with the shades was rather hard to read. “That would be greatly appreciated, doll.” Said the man with the chipped ear, smirking excessively as he pushed past the other man— both of them bumping shoulders rather harshly; making you jump. “It’s alright, I can’t exactly serve you both until we are allowed to open the kitchen at around 8 but I can get you both started on drinks if you’d like?” You offer as you close the door over once they each take a seat on the opposite tables beside the fireplace. You note the way they both avoid eye contact with one another; making you the common denominator. Their eyes tracing your face, body, the way they gawk at your actions and how they both perk up as you speak.

“A coffe, please darlin’.” The man takes off his shades; rubbing his eyes and temples. You provide a warm smile and nod as you take note of the order in your trusty notepad. “And, you..?” You ask. “Call me Phillip, baby. An’ I’ll have your famous banana milkshake, don’t hold back on the whip cream, now.” He winks, chuckling to himself. The man across from grasped his shades in his hand; teeming with rage as he notices the way he tries to woo you, already on first name basis. You gulp as you try to hide the blush that crept onto your face as he attempts swooning you. It was working.

“I’ll go and make them now, thanks.” You reply, going up to their tables and collecting the drink menu’s, approaching Phillip’s to gather the menu you notice how he places his hand on your lower back as you lean across. Making you crookedly smile; trying to hide it by faking a small cough. As you go over to the man with the shades you notice how he stares at your hands. Picking up the menu before you could and handing it to you. “Oh, thankyou…Uhm…sorry- I don’t know your name..” You awkwardly state. He gulps softly; cracking a small grin. “S’Russell, pretty. Russell Adler.” You smile fondly. “Well, thanks..Mr Adler.” You weren’t sure how he’d like to be addressed so you played it safe. Taking the menus through to the back. Taking a small breather— they were rather tense to be around, as if there was some sort of silent argument taking place between them. You also couldn’t help the fact that another reason you were slightly nervous was because of how kind they were to you. Always retorting some sort of affirmation. A cheerful grin, small gestures like nodding their heads and stubbing out their cigarettes before approaching you. It made your heart beat spike like crazy with desire; the want need for love.

You made your way through with their drinks; setting the milkshake in font of ‘Phillip’ to which he enthusiastically took a sip from and presenting a $20 bill. “S’delicious, but I can’t have my favourite sweet missin’ out on a well deserved treat.” You shake your head. “Oh no— I couldn’t possibly accept that!” Well you could, but it wouldn’t be ethical. “Nah, please, take it babes, I’ve got plenty to spare.” You heard Russell clearing his throat behind you, tapping his finger against the table surface where his coffee SHOULD be. You catch on and make your way over with his coffee mug— your face embarrassingly red. “M’sorry— Mr Alder..” You mumble out as you bend over to place down his scorching coffee. As you do so he grabs your wrist hastily but gently. “Don’t let him try and buy your heart dolly, he’s a womaniser; doesn’t know how to treat a lady properly except buying them.” He announces, staring holes into Phillip who sat directly ahead of him. Watching as he boils with anger. “Now don’t go listenin’ to him sweetheart— that weirdo wouldn’t know the first thing about treatin’ a woman; maybe about followin’ her but..”

Something snapped in Adler, he stands up rapidly. Making his way over to Phillip— grabbing him by the scruff of his collar. “Fucking dare you to say that again you— you bastard.” He threatens— slamming him into the wall; making a painting fall over.

whatsgoingawnnnnn????!!!!

You quickly make your way over to the two brawling men as the rough it out: knocking over tables, slamming into cabinets which held the fresh pastries (being merciful enough to not destroy them), tumbling over the counter where they began to wrestle behind the server counter. You yelp as they throw punches and kick one another. Blood painting both their knuckles. If I wanted a new wall colour I would’ve painted it! You huff to yourself.

“Would you both stop!!” You order. Watching as they both cease their ministrations. Looking up at you in admiration like you were some sort of angel; coming to claim their pathetic souls as their scarred and battered faces oozes with blood. You stare upon the sight of chaos and destruction left behind from their brawl.

You let out a shaky exhale; a look of defeat and despair as your expression. Tears prickling up in your eyes. They both get up from the floor. Phillip hoping over the counter and carefully making his way over to you placing his hand upon your waist gently. “Look what you’ve done you prick, making the little lady cry. Ruining her shop— should be ashamed.”

You push away from him. Looking at them both in shock and disbelief.

“I don’t know what you both think you’re playing at but I’m not having my livelihood be ruined by two men and some fantasy of whatever! So go patch up at the pharmacy down the street and NEVER speak to me again!” You hiss. Grabbing your satchel and making your way out the patisserie; pushing through the crowds which make their way down the street from the train station.

They both groan; looking at one another hatefully. Running to the door and squeezing between the doorframe beside one another; determined to be the first to comfort you.

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

OMFG AGHHHH

GRAVES X READER MY BELOVEDDDDDDD

Graves is either the most dominant, rough man EVER in bed, or he's a fucking sub boy.

He either has you riding him on his lap, pulling your hair, kissing you so hard that you would be worried that you'd bruise except you're so brainless from his destruction of your cunt that you can't do anything but warble out thank yous and pleases and "harder sir~!"s, or he's laid down on the bed and you're on top of him and he can't think of anything because it feels so good and he's just staring at your tits like a twelve year old boy seeing porn for the first time.

Like the SECOND you're on top of him he's either guiding your hips and pulling your hair, or he's calling you mommy/daddy and there is NO in-between.

Like ESPECIALLY if he's had a bad day, you're sitting on his lap and you're spitting in his mouth and gently praising him for taking it like a good boy and that's the ONLY thing making his evening good.

Literally if you're one of his Shadows he'll spar with you and it'll end up with the side of your face firmly on the ground, he has your hands behind your back, and he's telling you "C'mon, darlin'... You know you lost now," with SUCH a thick accent.

Ahdusnd foaming at the mouth I love my southern men

[wxnheart]

On today's episode of My Simpin' Ass Friend Asks Horny Ass Questions, we're gonna talk about the post-coital tendencies and rituals of your faves. Smanging it, babes.

Capt. John Price - The old man's got it. Will always have it. Baby, he put it down and we love it for you; you always bask in the afterglow laying on top of Price, your head buried in the crook of his neck or on his chest, breathing in his scent. If it's the former, trust that he'll have a huge 'thank-you' hickey to show the world the next day.

Gaz - An awesome round of sex is usually followed by a nice, hot shower when you're with Gaz. You two are bathing each other and exchanging kisses. You'll retire to bed sated and squeaky clean. Not for long, though.

Ghost - Simon has to have his post-coital cigarette. Just coming down from that high, staring at the ceiling. Or some shit like that. Really, you two are just vibing in quiet contentment after he dicks you down something fierce. You also found out that if he has a particularly powerful orgasm, he'll chuckle uncontrollably. It's pretty deep and rich. It's just as endearing as it is surprising to you.

Soap - Your resident golden retriever gets the munchies after sex so he always has takeout on speed dial. Sex and some good food afterward? Hell yeah.

Alejandro - Loves to cover you in kisses after sex. Major cuddler energy. Loves skin-to-skin contact and cuddling because it keeps him in the present and not too worried about what comes after when he has to get out of bed and back to work. You know how to remedy that, however. Giddyup, Cowboy.

Rudy - Simply put, you make him the little spoon. Yep. Always.

König - Like Ghost, he, too, tends to laugh but it's ALWAYS after he has sex. And it's more like a giggle than anything. It's a mixture of endorphins and the idea that he actually has sex. Yes, König, you actually fuck. The first time you heard it, he was so mortified that if he could become one with the covers, he would. You thought it so adorable and now you two have giggle fits interspersed with kisses as you're curled together in bed.

Horangi - Lmao. By post-coital routine, you mean more sex, right?

Graves - He's an interesting fellow. Likes the feel of the air on his body as he basks in the after-sex glow which is why he's in no hurry to cover up. Usually hits you with a one-liner like "Tired so soon, darlin'?" with a smirk and wink. He'll give you time to get some water and cool down. Just say the word and it's on to round two, baby.

[nobitchs-world]

I’m gonna have to pack up the simping it’s almost black history month

[djloveyou3000]

Fox au part 2

Idea credit @ladysouthpaw1213

After dinner, Russell and Bell stepped out into the warm night air, their bodies still humming from laughter, teasing, and more than a few flirtatious touches. The restaurant’s golden lights spilled onto the sidewalk, reflecting in Russell’s aviators as he turned to Bell with a smirk.

“Hope you weren’t expecting me to drop you off just yet.”

Bell raised an eyebrow, crossing their arms. “Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind, Redford?”

Russell chuckled at the nickname, shoving his hands in his pockets as he took a step closer. “A little drive. Nothing crazy. Just thought we’d take the long way back. Give me more time to… appreciate the view.”

Bell scoffed, shaking their head with a small smile. “You’re relentless.”

“Damn right.” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?”

Bell pretended to think about it, tapping their chin before sighing dramatically. “Well… since you asked so nicely.”

Russell grinned, pleased with their answer, and led them to his car.

A Night to Remember—In Every Way

After dinner, Russell and Bell stepped out into the warm night air, their bodies still humming from laughter, teasing, and more than a few flirtatious touches. The restaurant’s golden lights spilled onto the sidewalk, reflecting in Russell’s aviators as he turned to Bell with a smirk.

“Hope you weren’t expecting me to drop you off just yet.”

Bell raised an eyebrow, crossing their arms. “Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind, Redford ?”

Russell chuckled at the nickname, shoving his hands in his pockets as he took a step closer. “A little drive. Nothing crazy. Just thought we’d take the long way back. Give me more time to… appreciate the view.”

Bell scoffed, shaking their head with a small smile. “You’re relentless.”

“Damn right.” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?”

Bell pretended to think about it, tapping their chin before sighing dramatically. “Well… since you asked so nicely.”

Russell grinned, pleased with their answer, and led them to his car.

The Overlook

Russell eventually pulled over at a secluded spot overlooking the city. From this height, the skyline shimmered like a sea of stars, and the cool night air carried the faint scent of pine and asphalt.

Bell stepped out, arms stretching above their head as they took in the view. “Okay, I’ll admit. This is nice.”

Russell leaned against the car, cigarette back between his lips as he took a slow inhale. “Told you. I have my moments.”

Bell turned to him, tilting their head. “Do you bring all your dates here?”

“Only the ones I really like.” His voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something genuine.

Bell felt their heart stutter for a second before they masked it with humor. “Lucky me.”

Russell exhaled smoke through his nose, watching them with hooded eyes. “Damn right.”

He took one last drag before flicking the cigarette away, crushing the embers beneath his boot. Then—before Bell could react—he reached for their wrist, tugging them just a little closer. Not forceful. Just enough to feel the pull.

“Come here.”

Bell hesitated for only a moment before stepping between his legs, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

Russell studied them, his gaze flickering between their eyes and their lips. “You gonna let me kiss you, or do I have to work for it?”

Bell raised an eyebrow. “Depends. How bad do you want it?”

Russell exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Mmm. And yet, you’re still here.”

Russell didn’t reply—not with words, anyway. Instead, he closed the distance, capturing Bell’s lips in a slow, heated kiss.

Bell melted into it, their fingers gripping his jacket as he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding to the small of their back while the other cupped their jaw. The taste of whiskey, smoke, and something unmistakably him lingered on his lips, making Bell’s head spin.

When they finally broke apart, Bell was breathless. “Damn.”

Russell’s lips ghosted over theirs, his smirk barely there. “That good?”

“You tell me.” Bell pulled him back in, kissing him again—this time more urgent, more hungry.

Russell groaned low in his throat, gripping their waist. “Fuck, sweetheart. If you keep that up, we’re not making it back.”

Bell smirked against his lips. “Who says I want to go back?”

That was all it took.

Back at Russell’s Place

By the time they stumbled through the door of Russell’s home, their hands were all over each other.

Russell kicked the door shut, immediately pressing Bell against it, his hands sliding down their waist as his lips claimed theirs again. Bell tugged at his jacket, impatiently pushing it off his shoulders.

He chuckled against their lips. “Eager, aren’t we?”

Bell bit his lower lip in response, making him groan. “Shut up.”

Russell smirked, but his next kiss was slow, teasing. “Make me.”

Bell didn’t need to be told twice.

They barely made it down the hall, clothes being peeled away in-between breathless laughter and heated kisses.

By the time they reached his bedroom, there was no turning back.

And neither of them wanted to.

The Morning After

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting soft golden lines across the bed. Bell stirred first, feeling a heavy warmth draped over them—Russell’s arm, possessive even in sleep.

They turned slightly, taking in his relaxed face, the scar on his cheek softer in the daylight.

Bell’s lips twitched. They traced a gentle finger along his forearm. “Didn’t peg you for a cuddler.”

Russell’s eyes cracked open, voice thick with sleep. “Only with people I like.”

Bell chuckled. “Lucky me.”

Russell smirked, pulling them closer. “Damn right.”

Reaching to his nightstand, he grabbed a cigarette, lighting it lazily as he leaned back, watching Bell through the curl of smoke. “Hope you know, sweetheart, you ain’t getting rid of me now.”

Bell smirked, stealing the cigarette from his fingers for a drag. “Didn’t plan on it.”

Russell’s smirk deepened.

And just like that, neither of them were in a hurry to get up.

A New Beginning

The morning was slow and peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the windows of Russell’s house, illuminating the warm wooden floors as Bell stretched lazily. The scent of coffee and something savory filled the air, but before they could process it, Vladimir tugged at their hand.

“Mama/Papa/Other, can we go find Uncle Russell?”

Bell smiled sleepily. “Mmm, alright, sweetheart. Let’s go find him.”

Hand in hand, they wandered through the house, following the faint sound of clinking dishes. When they reached the kitchen, Vladimir’s eyes widened in awe.

“Wow…” He blinked, looking around. “Russell, your house is so nice!”

Russell, who was leaning against the counter with a cigarette between his fingers, smirked at the compliment. “You like it, huh?” He exhaled smoke through his nose before casually adding, “Good. ‘Cause you and your parent can stay here.”

Bell’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait—what?!”

Russell’s smirk deepened as he took a slow drag of his cigarette. “Something wrong, my bluebell?” His voice was smooth, teasing, and before Bell could even find the words to respond, he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss against their lips.

“Ewwww!”

All three kids groaned dramatically, covering their eyes as if they had just witnessed something scandalous.

Kate giggled. “Gross, Daddy!”

Philip nodded eagerly. “Yeah! No kissing at breakfast!”

Bell, still processing Russell’s declaration, looked at him in disbelief, but the warmth in his gaze was undeniable. He wasn’t just saying it in the moment—he meant it.

Before they could dwell on it, Kate turned to Vladimir. “Hey, does this mean you’re our new brother?”

Philip gasped. “And is Bell our new mommy, daddy, or other?”

Without missing a beat, Russell exhaled a slow stream of smoke and answered confidently, “Yes.”

Bell, still in shock, opened their mouth—but no words came out. They blinked, looking between Russell and the kids, who were all grinning like this was the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe… maybe it was.

Bell finally let out a breath, shaking their head with an amused chuckle. “You really don’t waste time, do you, Russ?”

Russell grinned, wrapping an arm around their waist. “Nope. Why would I?”

Bell huffed a laugh, but they weren’t complaining. Russell was a specimen, after all.

Breakfast & Secrets

With the kids now buzzing with excitement, the group set out to make breakfast together. Kate and Philip insisted on making pancakes, Vladimir helped mix the eggs, and Bell handled the bacon. Russell, of course, mostly stood back, sipping his coffee and stealing bites of food straight off the plate—until Bell smacked his hand with a wooden spoon.

“Patience, old man.”

Russell raised an eyebrow, taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Old man, huh? Keep talkin’ like that, sweetheart, and I’ll remind you how much energy I really have.”

Bell’s face heated at the implication. “Shut up and set the table.”

Russell chuckled, but he did as told.

Once everything was ready, they all sat down to eat, the kitchen filled with laughter, conversation, and the occasional sibling bickering over who got the bigger pancake.

At one point, Vladimir looked up from his plate, his big, curious eyes glancing between Bell and Russell.

“Do you think the foxes are okay?”

Bell paused for a moment before smiling softly. “I hope so, love. I think they’re safe and sound.”

Kate and Philip immediately glanced at each other, about to say something—but before they could, Russell shot them a subtle look.

Bell and Vladimir didn’t notice, but the two kids quickly shut up, realizing they were about to spill a secret.

Instead, the three of them—especially Russell—simply shared a knowing, affectionate glance.

Bell, completely unaware of the silent exchange, reached over and squeezed Vladimir’s hand. “We did our best for them. I have a feeling they’re doing just fine.”

Russell took a slow sip of his coffee, smirking to himself as he watched Bell and Vladimir.

Yeah.

Everything was exactly as it should be.