#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―

[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

[lorvdz]

An official drawing of Adler’s ex wife, and biological mother of Phillip Graves^_^!!!

Her name is ‘Fia Elena Graves’ and she is actually the Director of the CIA. Adler would get hallucinations of her when he underwent MkUltra tests, and brainwashing..

[lorvdzdumpz]

Fia Elena Graves, Adler’s ex wife(the one who ‘won’t throw a damn thing away’)!! And Adler in BO6!!!

In my headcanon Adler is Phillip Graves’ father, which makes Fia the mother of Graves:3

[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.

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 25 - black tie affair

graves x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.4k, cheating (reader is married), fingering, clothed sex, semi-public sex, doggy style, unprotected piv, cumming inside.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

“Well would you look at that,” the blonde man said, watching you as he leaned against the archway leading into the dressing room.

His sudden appearance made you gasp. You turned around to face him, shock melting off your face into a huff of disgust before you smothered your emotions back down into the tight, neutral, expression you had worn for most of the night. 

“Mr. Graves,” you said tersely. 

He popped off the wall, hands pulling out of his pockets to smooth out any wrinkles in his tuxedo. As if he had any. Not a hair on his head was out of place. His shoes were shined, his blindingly white shirt was pressed. He even wore a bow tie. He walked toward you like he knew he put every other man, including the groom, to shame. 

“Gotta stop runnin’ into each other like this,” he said smugly. He stopped within just a step of you, pausing to loving take in the details of your dress and body with half-lidded eyes. “Thought you told me to stay away after the last time . . .” he trailed off, hand stroking the slender, satin, strap of of your gown before tactfully pulling away. 

“I did,” you whispered, stepping back, trying to peer around him. 

You hoped that someone, anyone, would wander down the hallway in search of the bathroom just like you had and interrupt this awkward conversation. 

“You know I can’t help that my husband works for Shepard too,” you continued, spitting out the words you knew bothered him the most with all the venom you could. “Didn’t even know you would be here,” you mumbled, crossing your arms under your bust, unintentionally pushing your cleavage to peek above the sweetheart neckline of your dress.

You didn’t even want to be at this stupid wedding. Appearances had to be maintained, however, and if your husband (in the legal sense only at this point) skipped out or, god forbid, showed up without his plus-one, the consequences for his career could be dire. It’s not like you had a job you could use as an excuse, either. As a housewife, your whole world (supposedly) revolved around making the two of you (mostly him) look good at these social events: formal dinners, weddings, anniversaries. The second you had opened the pearlescent paper envelope, closed with a delicate and sparkly monogrammed seal, “black tie required” printed clearly at the top, you knew you would be in for an uncomfortable evening. 

You had mentally prepared for your shoes to pinch and the waist of your dress to poke and itch, even toned out your husband doing the same. You hadn’t prepared to see the man you had called off your affair with not a month ago. 

“Relax,” he said walking a step behind you, seeming to check out the large room you had both wandered into. He looked around quickly before turning to stand behind you. You didn’t meet his eyes in the wall of mirrors.

It was some sort of pre-event dressing room: a place to adjust dresses and make final touch-ups to hair and makeup. The space was large, with mirrors and vanity space ringing the room and a partitioned off area in the back for changing. For how much the couple (or their parents, most likely) spent on the reception, it damn well had everything. Everything except the restroom you were looking for.

“Didn’t come to bother you,” he continued softly, the knuckles of his hand stroking at the back of your arm. You huffed to cover a sigh when he circled your waist with his other hand. Your shiver was evident, though. “Even though I do miss you,” he whispered, ducking his head beside your ear. You shivered again, closing your eyes when he placed a kiss behind your ear. “Still don’t understand why-”

“We’re-” you squeaked, words cutting off as both his hands gripped the waist of your dress, the stiff fabric rustling as he nestled in behind you. “We’re working things out,” you sighed, feeling his hand run down your leg until it found the slit on the front of your dress, “Going . . . going to couple’s therapy. He’s- He said-”

Phil kissed a slow line down your neck as his hand found your skin through the slit of your dress. He groaned as he pulled on the wide, gathered skirt, splaying the split enough to expose your backside as he rucked it up, twisting the neat pleats. You fell forward against the mirrored wall when his hand grabbed at your pussy through your fancy black panties. You could feel the cool material of his tuxedo pants against your thighs and his thickening erection underneath as he slid it temptingly slow against the silk.

“What’s that, babe?” he whispered in your ear, fingers curling under the band of your underwear.

“He said he’d-” you started, Phil pulling down your panties only to dive his fingers immediately into your pussy cutting you off. “Said he’d try,” you answered with a sob, the blissful relief of the man you’d been trying and failing to banish from your mind playing with your clit, pumping in and out of your hole, making you wetter than you’d been in-

“Christ,” he hissed, his fingers leaving your leaking core. You heard him softly unzip his slacks, the head of his cock guided to teasingly saw through your pussy from behind. “Tighter than I remember,” he huffed.

You whined, hand scrambling to cup over your mouth, as he pushed himself inside. He made sure to muffle his groan in the skin of your neck, the action dissolving in to kissing along your shoulder. His first thrusts were stiff, experimental even. Trying to work you open and not make too much noise. 

“You not fuck at all after-” he started to ask, but you knew your answer already. 

“No,” you whimpered, shaking your head as he seated fully inside you. “Haven’t-” 

Your words were cut off with his first real, delicious thrust. Fuck did he know how to please you. His cock filled you just too perfectly, and the way he rolled his hips had him bumping that one spot that had your cunt drooling and needling closer and closer orgasm with every thrust. Bracing against the mirror, you sobbed, unable to look at yourself. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t do this. That you would end things and work on your marriage, but how could you do that now? How could you deny that the man cucking your husband had made you cum more times, and with half the effort, in your short affair than he had the entire time you had been married? 

You opened your eyes just enough to stare at the platinum band on your left hand. It tapped lightly against the mirror as Phil drove you forward on his upstroke. It just wasn’t fair. 

Phil pulled you up to rest back against his chest as much as you could. You trembled, clawing at his arms, as his shallow thrusts nailed that spot inside you dead on again and again and again.

“Phil,” you sobbed, body pleading for him to take mercy on you.

“‘s okay, baby,” he whispered, cooing in your ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

The second his fingers touched your clit you were gone. You flopped forward, a cracked keen forced from your dry throat as you shivered and panted in his arms. His thrusts and fingers didn’t stop until he began to chase his own high, hands moving to hold your hips as he pounded into you, slick sounds of your pussy filling the space around you.

“Take care ‘f me now, darlin’” he huffed in your ear, the only warning you got as you felt his cock flare inside you. “Always take such good care of me,” he whined.

He came with a groan, hips stuttering forward and back several times as he deposited everything deep inside. He held you for a moment afterward, kissing from your ear to cheek in a tender, post-coital moment that you’d forgotten could exist. He pulled from you, and you both whined at the loss. You felt rivulets of slick and cum drip down your leg before he pulled your panties up to contain the mess.

“‘s fer you, darlin’. Lil’ present,” he said, patting the front of your pussy before pulling away. Your shirt shifted back into place as he stepped back. “You know my number if you ever need more.”

[hunterbunter3000]

Sweetheart can crush a watermelon between her thighs and I KNOW it

AND YOU'RE 100% RIGHT

18+ MDNI PLS I BLACKED OUT ON THIS

NO PENETRATION HAPPENS BUT STILL OTHER STUFF HAPPENS

(Leg Humping, thigh licking, Sweetheart being mean😱😱, praise, hair pulling, thigh kissing, thumb sucking, threatening(at the end) femdom? Yeah i think, choking (at the end), degradation, cumming in pants) idk what to call the last one 😭😭

Woooooo babes when Graves arrogantly dared Sweetheart to open a watermelon without using a knife, he didn't expect her to do THAT

He didn't believe her when she said she could do the dare. And that made Sweetheart irritated (everything Graves says and does make her irritated)

She had a frown on her face throughout the whole time she did it

Laid down the mat with a frown. Took her jeans off with a frown (IN FRONT OF GRAVES MIND YOU) grabbed the watermelon and sat on the mat with a frown. Placed the said fruit BETWIXTED her thighs with a frown. And then looked Graves dead in the eyes with a deep glare while crushing the watermelon with ease. Some of the insides of the watermelon splashed everywhere and on top of her thighs.

Graves was SHOOK

FROZEN TO THE CORE

HE WAS LIKE

Omg his mind went PSYCHO- Her legs are THAT STRONG?? like I know they're big but FUCK that was hot for no reason and I want that to be my head or my di-

"Ey. Graves." Sweetheart says with a low voice. She always used a cold, uninterested tone with Graves. And my god did it give him shivers. "I did your dare. Don't underestimate me, it makes ya look stupid." He shifts his feet, trying to hide his rapidly growing erection. With his arms crossed muting his rapid heart he clears his throat. "That was- impressive, I'll give ya that." He forces out. (That is n o t what he wanted to say)

"Didn't really complete the dare, Darlin'." He says with a smirk. Sweetheart looks up at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?! I totally did, I opened the watermelon without using a knife!" She exclaims. Ugh God, his brat mode is on.

"Yeah, but it's everywhere. Very messy to even enjoy the melon." Graves pointed out. He knows she did the dare right. He doesn't know why he's like this, but he enjoys Sweetheart's outbursts. And he's so ready for this one.

"Then lick it clean."

....Or not. What the fuck--

"...'Scuse me?" Did he hear her right?

Her face is neutral, with no amusement or joke in sight. Still on the mat, she slowly widens her legs. "You said it's messy. Lick and eat it clean."

Philip didn't know what to do. Yes he did. He wanted to get on all fours and lick the juice on her meaty thighs. Feeling the heat from her soft, scarred brown skin while he moves up, up, up... all the way to her hips with his tongue.

But will he give her what she wants? She always gets her way around everyone, and it makes him annoyed. He huffs out a laugh with an exasperated expression. "You fucking serious? As much as that sounds like a good time, no way in hell am I doing that--" Philip's breath sucks back in when her hand cups his clothed erection. "This says otherwise." Sweetheart stated. He can see that tick of amusement smeared on her mouth, yet her eyes are still hard and cold zeroing on his crotch. Shit, he got caught.

Sweetheart hums as her hand paws through the denim of his jeans. She can feel his cock getting bigger and bigger through her fingers. Picturing his girth, his length, fuck-- the head of his cock. She never thought of his size, as she can't stand him. But her patience has run insanely thin with his attitude and obvious envy with her team. He needs to be knocked down a peg;

So why not do it now? In her own way?

She looks up at him with doe eyes, her dolly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She smiles at him fully, which catches him off guard, until he feels a harsh pull against his jean belt hoop that makes him tumble to the floor. Eyes connecting with each other. Her grip on his jaw is painful, but not as painful as the stretch in his pants. She brings him close to her face, lips almost touching. Just a bit more, just a bit more and they'll actually kiss... how Graves has been dreaming of that to happen.

Fate is not on his side, however.

"Lick. It." She grits. Graves will is deteriorating by the second. With the sweat coming down his neck and a swallow of thick saliva, he changes his position. Now straddling her right leg, he stares at the wet sticky thigh. Different war scars and bullet holes scattered across the skin, like someone scratched and bruised pure gold. Sweetheart spreads her legs slowly, still looking at him with narrowed eyes.

You could at least say something. Graves thinks. Say anything to me. Please.

"Go on, Graves. Show me that you're actually useful." Sweetheart coos, in a sugary condescending tone. He closes his eyes and shivers. More.

His hands tremble when he grips the fat thigh, squishy and softer than he thought. The whine he let out when his tongue meets the sticky skin was so broken and desperate; wanting to please her.

"There we go," Sweetheart mumbles, her hand finding his hair and grabbing some. "Good boy. Use that filthy tongue. Always talkin' shit where you could be used for things like this." She chuckles, a dark undertone in it. "Who would've thought, huh? You being a fucking bottom bitch suits you." Yes. It does. It always has when it comes to you.

Sweetheart hears a broken moan come from Graves, seeing his hips snap on her shin. "Are you... Are you getting off to this?" She raises her voice at him, pulling his hair to meet her face. His short gasp and heavy-lidded eyes tell Sweetheart everything she needs. "Oh god, you are." Her face scrunches in disgust, not knowing that just turns him on more. "You're fucking disgusting ya'know that? Grinding on my leg like some bitch in heat." Her finger traces his jaw and flicks his wet chin. More. Please call me disgusting more. I need it.

Graves bites his lip, not wanting a loud moan out and cause attention from other people. His hips are still humping her shin, like he can stop it. He craves the friction of getting off. If Graves stops now, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

"Do you like being a little bitch in heat? Hm?" She asks again in that sugar tone. Graves nods, brain turn into mush. "Yes... I'm a little bitch in heat... I'm a bitch and I need to cum-- please-" the grip in his hair tightens, making his eyes roll back and whine.

"Such a fuckin' whore." Sweetheart growls, shoving his head back to her thigh, tongue immediately licking and eating more of the watermelon. I'm your whore. I'm yours.

Sweetheart thinks of something, grinning like a devil when she moves her knee, making her shin go deeper into Philip's erection. "Fuck!" He yelps, his own legs clamping around her calf and hands clawing her cleaned thigh. "Awww, ya like that? Y'know what, since you cleaned my thigh, you deserve a reward. Don't you think so, little bitch?" Yes. Yes yes yes. I've been good. Please reward me.

Sweetheart looks at the huge tent in his pants while he babbles mindlessly. The dark spot on his jeans is getting bigger. She smirks and sighs. "You're such a mess, Philip." Her thumb interrupts his talking, his low moan made Sweetheart clench around nothing. She shakes off the heat that pools in her stomach and focuses back on Graves. "Go on, now. I want you to cum on my leg." She orders, his hips grinding faster into her shin. He sucks on her thumb, tongue swirling around her nail. Sweetheart's eye twitches; seeing Graves big, teary eyes and flushed face, that desperate face, is making her feel fuzzy and hot. Too hot.

She kisses her teeth and frowns, "This is taking too long." She mumbles. Her other hand grips his hip and forcefully moves him quicker while also rubbing her shin on his bulge. "Come on, Graves. I know you want to cum so be a good boy and fucking cum already." She whispers harshly in his ear and he whines, sucking on her finger harder. I'll be a good boy for you. Let me please you. Let me impress you.

He can feel the build up of his orgasm coming quickly, it almost feels too much. The quick friction on his cock, her thumb in his sweet mouth, her deep and ordering whispers in his ear, her scent; it's too much.

"There you go. Your breath is pickin' up-- you're close aren't you? Fucking finally." Sweetheart breathes out. She feels excited. She shouldn't be. "Now be the good little whore I know you are and cum for me." She says, moving to kiss his temple. That was it.

Graves let out a loud, broken moan as his hips stutter against Sweetheart. His legs shaking around her calf, his brain absolutely fried with pleasure. She coos, slowing down his hips and cupping his face. "Such a good job, Philip. Good boy." He sighs contently. I'm your good boy. I always want to be your good boy. Make me yours.

Sweetheart could've sworn she saw little hearts in his eyes. "I came f'you...M'a good boy.." Sweetheart chuckles at his slurring words. "Yes you are, honey. But just know this..." She moves her hand down to his throat and tightens. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll edge you until your dick falls off and feed it to you."

"Understand?"

He nods.

She smiles. "Good." She pushes him off and gets up. "Now go clean yourself off. No one wants to see your disgusting cum in your pants."

(I'm not very good 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️at writing smut but if I want to get better at it then I gotta keep writing it 🧍‍♀️)

[fool-inthe-rain]

No Longer Making Time

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

wc: 3529

Warnings: Angst, semi-ambiguous ending that leaves room for hope???? injury, blood, use of female pronouns, use of Y/N, Sirius being a dick and not realizing his mistake until it’s too late, brief talk of an ED but it's nothing overly graphic, Marlene is the villain so sorry, please please let me know if I’ve missed anything!

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At this point, she couldn’t remember how long she had been doubled over the toilet, but if her delusion was right, then she had been there forever. This wasn’t the first time the young witch of only seventeen had cried so hard she had made herself sick. And it wasn’t the first time Lily Evans had held her hair and rubbed her back in small circles and talked her through her grief. This time, however, was the first time Lily was so worried about her best friend that she left her alone in the bathroom so she could find her twin brother. 

James followed Lily, wondering what had her in such a rush, and when they stopped in front of the girls' bathroom at the base of the Gryffindor Common Room steps he was even more confused.

“Evans, why in Godric’s name have you taken me to the girls' bathroom? If you think I’m going in there you’re sorely mistaken.” He jests at her, thinking the situation was lighter than it actually was. 

“It’s your sister you git. Why else would I have dragged you through the halls in such a hurry?” Lily crossed her arms across her chest and huffed out in annoyance at how long she had left her friend alone. 

“My sister? What’s wrong with my sister?” James was nervous now, she was the one person he never had to worry about, as in, there was nothing to worry about. 

“She’s in the second stall to the left, just talk to her, please. I'm really worried about her,” Lily pleaded with the boy, “I’ll stay out here and make sure nobody else comes in.” She knew the assurance made him feel better about going in there, but James was still scared to see what he would be walking into. 

James swung the door open, looking back at Lily whose eyebrows were drawn together as she bit her nails in an almost neurotic way. 

As soon as he heard the door shut he made a path straight to the second stall on the left, and before he could knock and call her name, the stall door quickly opened revealing his twin with a bright red tear-stained face and puffy cracked lips. 

After the few seconds it took her brain to recognize James, she fell into him, her arms wrapping around her brother.

“Okay, it’s okay.” He ran his hand rapidly up and down her back, unsure of what to do or say because he had never had to console her like this. 

She was the strong one, the one who gave advice and smiled all day long. He was supposed to be crying to her about how Lily didn’t love him or about whatever stupid prank Sirius had left him out of. Never once had she fallen into him, never once had he seen her this upset, and never once had his sister ever cried over a boy. Ever. 

“What’s happened? Huh? Who do I have to beat up?” He chided, trying to get her tears to stop so she would talk to him. 

When his admittedly lame attempt at a joke failed, he became ten times more concerned with her current state. He moved his hands from her back to her shoulders and peeled her off of him so he could see her face.

“You’re scaring me y/n/n, tell me what happened, tell me how to fix this.” 

“You have to promise me you won't yell, or beat anyone up.” She finally choked out through her tear-blocked throat.

“I can’t promise that, you’re my sister, if someone hurts you they’re gonna know about it.” He dropped his hands from her shoulders, bringing them to cross along his chest.

She looked up at him, her eyelashes wet and clumped together from the tears. 

“James please just promise me you won’t seriously injure or traumatize anyone.” 

And although he knew that was another promise he couldn’t make he decided to go along with it so she would tell him what was wrong.

“Okay, I promise not to seriously injure or traumatize anyone. Now, tell me what happened so we can get you to stop feeling so shitty.”

“Marlene.” Was all she said.

“McKinnon?” Was what he answered with. “What about her?”

“She has seen fit to make my life a living hell,” She bit her lip and looked to the floor before speaking again, “And there’s something else too.”

He raised his eyebrows, a silent indication telling her to go on.

“I’ve been in love with Sirius for six years but he’s dating Marlene and because they’re together whenever she says or does something to me he pretends that he’s never met me and that we haven’t lived in the same house for two years.” She spewed out the words in record time, but James got every word she said. To say he was pissed was an understatement.

“What the fuck is his problem? And what do you mean when she does something to you? Has she hurt you?” His voice got so loud Lily, and Remus, who had joined her outside the door, could both hear him. 

She nodded, and his heart broke. How did he not notice this? He prided himself on how observant he was, but he failed to recognize what was going on with the most important person in his life.

“Tell me what she’s done,” he demanded, his tone scary and low. She had only seen him like this once when a nasty sixth-year Slytherin found out about Remus’s condition and tormented him for it.

She knew better than to try and get out of this conversation so she told him. She told him every jinx, charm, and hex Marlene had ever cast upon her, and while none had resulted in serious injury she was not void of bruises, cuts, and sprained limbs as a result of Marlene’s violence. 

“I-I’m just sad. I'm sad that Sirius stands by and acts like I'm nothing, acts like I’m not one of his best friends. He’s never been around for Marlene’s wand work, but the horrible words she spits at me, he has bore witness to that more times than I’d like to admit.” She sighed, happy to have revealed the situation to her brother, but also in anguish after hearing the words come from her mouth. 

“I swear to Godric I will kill them both. How could he do this? We’ve been best friends since first year! Not only is he betraying your trust but he’s betraying mine and severing our friendship at the same time.” He was pulling at his hair, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to understand how someone he loved so much and considered family could stand by and let someone be so cruel to his sister. 

“James, you have to promise me you won't do anything. Please if she finds out I told you, or if she finds out I like Sirius the situation will only escalate.”

“How do you expect me to sit back and act like nothing's wrong? Am I supposed to go out and act all buddy-buddy with him, knowing what I know now?” He stopped pacing, settling right in front of her. 

“No. I’m not asking you to do that at all. I’m just asking you to not draw attention to this with him or anyone that isn’t Lily unless I ask you to. Unless things get worse.”

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it. And I will be watching you much closer. I don’t need Marlene catching you alone in the hallway.”

“I can agree with that. And thank you. Thank you for caring and listening and helping. Seriously, I don't know what I would do if you weren’t my brother.”

James looked her over and pursed his lips. “Wash your face and calm down for a few more minutes, I’ll be just outside with Lily.” 

And he walked out leaving her to try and digest what had just happened, what she had just admitted to. Not only was one of her best friends acting like he never met her, but she was letting it happen. Any other person and she would’ve stuck up for herself a long time ago, but the confusion she had from Sirius’s actions left her too overwhelmed to even think about fighting back. So she let it happen, and that was eating her alive, the fact that a singular boy could make her feel this weak. 

After some time to herself, she exited the bathroom and to her surprise, three pairs of eyes were looking right at her. She had expected James and Lily to be there, but Remus, while not unwelcome, was definitely a surprise.

“I’m assuming you’ve both filled him in.” She half-heartedly threw her hand in Remus’s direction.

“I hope that’s ok.” Lily bit her lip nervously waiting to see how her best friend would react.

“It’s fine. Not like he’s been compliant in any of Sirius and Marlene's actions.” A sigh passed her lips as she walked through the group, flopping onto an empty sofa in the corner of the common room. 

“I knew he was an arse y/n, but I never thought he would stand by and let someone be so cruel to you. Especially you.” Remus said, with a sad expression on his face as he sat next to her on the couch.

“What do you mean, especially me?” She shifted her body so it was facing the boy whose eyes had gone wide, finally realizing what he meant to say in his head, he actually said out loud. 

“Oh good job Remus,” James huffed out, “now you’ve done it.”

“Can someone please tell me what he means?” She looked rapidly back and forth between her three friends, waiting for someone to pluck up the courage to tell her.

Of course, it was her brother that ended up spilling the secret. 

“Sirius told us last year that he had a crush on you.” 

“What?” Tears sprang to her eyes, this made everything worse. “But he’s with Marlene now, you have to be lying.”

“Listen,” Remus said, “We all thought it was strange too, but when we asked him about it he refused to say another word about you or how he felt about you. I’d never seen him clam up like he did when we asked.” 

Just as she was about to speak, the black-haired beauty strutted through the common room door, a wide smirk plastered on his face and a strong arm wrapped around Marlene's waist. The group snapped their heads up to look in his direction, and as soon as Sirius made eye contact with them and started to make his way over y/n got up and walked as fast to her room as humanly possible, James following closely behind while Lily and Remus stayed back.

“What’s up with the wonder twins?” Sirius laughed, though it quickly died down when he saw the sour looks on Lily and Remus's faces. 

“Hopefully she’s going to throw up her lunch. She could stand to lose a few pounds.” Marlene said with a nasty snigger in her tone. 

Sirius let his grip from her waist go at the comment, but he said nothing to protest the words.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Lily yelled as she stood from her spot on the couch.

“Oh please Evans you know how insecure she is, I’m just trying to be honest.” Marlene looked at Sirius waiting for him to back her up, but he kept his eyes down and stayed quiet.

Just as Lily tried to go for Marlene, Remus grabbed her arm and started pulling her away.

“Shut your dog up Sirius before I do it for you!” Lily spat from behind Remus’s shoulder as he continued to push her up the dorm stairs. 

As the two traveled out of sight, Marlene took a seat on the couch, pulling Sirius down with her. They were both silent, but the thoughts in his head were deafening. He never meant for it to go this far. He got with Marlene as a way to make y/n jealous, but after her cold shoulders and silent treatments, he realized he was too far gone in this horrible situation so he decided to sit by and let it resolve itself. Which was the worst thing he could’ve ever done. 

A week later and none of the Marauders, Lily, or y/n would even look in Sirius’s direction. They were freezing him out until he came to his senses, even though it seemed he wouldn’t any time soon. 

It was one of those rare moments walking back to the common room from class where she found herself alone. Her few friends that were in her potions class all went to the library while she opted for a nap. Mistake number one. She decided to take a different route than normal to get back to the common room that day. Mistake number two. Mistake number three was freezing up instead of turning the other way when she saw Marlene McKinnon waltzing down the hallway. 

“Oh look who we have here!” Marlene was still a few feet away but that sickly sweet voice rushed up to greet her ears. 

Y/n looked around hoping they weren’t alone, but of course they were. Just her luck.

“What do you want Marlene?” 

“Oh well actually I want absolutely nothing to do with you, but I heard a rumor that you want everything to do with my boyfriend.” 

“What on Earth are you talking about?” She tried to hide the worry in her voice, but she couldn’t cover it as well as she hoped.

“Oh, don’t play coy. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She swore Marlene’s eyes got three shades darker. “Lucky for you I learned a new spell today, and the teacher told me to practice so that is exactly what I intend to do. Diffindo!” 

Marlene drew her wand before y/n could duck and two sharp sparks flew from the wand. One smaller spark sliced her cheek and the second larger one opened a large gash across her stomach, ripping through her clothing. Y/n toppled both from the searing pain of the fresh cuts, and also from the impact of the spell.

“Stay away from my boyfriend. Stay away from me. Next time I won’t just scar that ugly face.” Marlene slid her wand back into her robes and walked off as if she didn’t just do what she did.

After Marlene’s footsteps could no longer be heard down the hall, she slid back against the wall. She peeled her arm from around her torso trying to be brave enough to open her eyes which had been squeezed shut from pain. 

Blood seeped into her robes and uniform from the deep slice on her stomach, and more of the red liquid dripped down her mouth and jaw from the wound on her cheek. Looking down at her torso all she could get out was a loud, pained cry. Why? Why did it go this far? Why did Marlene hate her enough to scar her face and bloody her body?

The blood would not stop pouring from her stomach. She was terrified. She was getting dizzy from the sight of her blood, and from the rapid loss of it. 

A stray Gryffindor walking down the dim corridor found her first. She didn’t know her name, but she was thankful someone was there to help.

“You stay right here. I’m going to get your brother. You’re gonna be okay.” The words were jumbled in her foggy brain, but she got the jist of what the kind girl was saying. 

By the time James got there, she must have been passed out because the next thing she knew her dry eyes were blinking away the harsh light of the hospital wing. 

“Oh good darling, you’re awake.” Madame Pomfrey walked up alongside the bed she was laying on. She began prodding at the cut on her face before moving down to her stomach. Y/n did not respond to the older woman who was taking care of her. She instead stared at the ceiling. Trying and failing to put the pieces of what happened together in her head. 

“Where’s James?” She finally spoke after many minutes of silence.

“Right outside love, let me go get him.”After Madame Pomfrey left the curtained area, the girl picked her head up to assess the damage. She couldn’t even sit up before pain shot through her entire body. A stray tear slid down her face as she slowly laid back down, opting to leave the characteristics of her wounds up for interpretation. The curtains flew open and once again three pairs of eyes were looking at her. James, Remus, and Lily. Thank Godric they were here. 

“How bad is it?” She asked the group, mostly aiming the question at her twin.

“It was bad, but you know Poppy, she can fix anything.” James sat in the chair next to her, running his thumb along the fresh scar that decorated her face.

“She fixed your cheek easily. The scar looks badass.” Lily added. 

“What about my stomach?” 

“That one was trickier, it was so deep and you lost so much blood. Pomfrey said it may take a few more hours to fully heal, but there’s going to be a scar.” James sighed. 

Silence made the air thick, the three friends looked at each other from their respective chairs, none of them expecting the next question that would come from the girl on the bed.

“Does Sirius know what happened?”

Remus drew in a sharp breath, the boy in question had been sitting outside the hospital wing the entire time. This was his fault and he knew it. He was a wreck, but he still couldn’t bring himself to face her.

“He does. It was nasty, the fight he and Marlene had. She's been in Dumbledore's office since their blowout. He’s trying to decide what to do with her.” Remus’s soft voice carried through her brain.

“Did they break up?”

“Yes”“Does he finally realize what he did?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

A beat of silence. Two beats…

“He’s outside,” James spoke.

“I want to see him.” She sat up with help from Lily who had a concerned look on her face at the decision her best friend just made.

James knew better than to question his sister, however, so he ushered the other two out of the room with him and went to get Sirius. They were still wary of the boy, but he poured his heart out to them, taking the blame for not stepping up, and admitting his wrongdoings. The trio knew it would take time, but they were willing to forgive him if she was.

As the nervous boy made his way into the room he could see her from the small opening in the curtains. Pushing them open his eyes were immediately drawn to the angry red scar on her face. He burst into tears immediately. 

“Sirius, come here, please.” She held her arms out inviting him in. 

“I'm so sorry,” He cried into her chest as she held him, “I was stupid, I was an absolute idiot. I never ever knew she would go this far. I never want to see you in pain again, and to know I helped cause it is eating me alive.” His body shook as he took short breaths trying to apologize but not being able to keep up with all the thoughts flooding his brain.

“Sirius, I know that wasn’t you. I don’t know who that was, but it certainly wasn’t my Sirius.” Tears escaped her eyes at the sounds of his cries and the meaning behind his words.

He apologized what felt like a million more times until his cries turned into soft breaths. She rubbed his back and stroked his hair, knowing that this was her Sirius. This was no longer a boy possessed by McKinnon or his own delusions. This was the gentle, kind, sometimes oblivious boy who she had loved for six years.

“I can’t promise that things will go back to normal immediately, but I forgive you. I know that in the end, her actions and her choices were her own. I know that you love me, and I know that you will do everything you can to show me that.” She removed her hands from his body.

Sirius sat up, he didn’t understand how someone could be so forgiving. So wonderful. 

“I love you so much. I love your beautiful face. I love your kind heart. Why are you so willing to let me back into your life?”

“Because Sirius, I have never and will never see a future where I don’t end up with you. You’re a good person who got caught up with someone venomous. I don’t love you any less for that.”

He decided from that moment on to win back every ounce of her trust. No matter how long it takes. 

[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, your handsome, friendly neighborhood asshole, has had his eyes on you from the moment you moved next door.

He helped you move in, of course. Helped you get situated, meet your other neighbors, and if there was anything that needed fixin', he was there to lend a hand. Or two.

Bastard's slicker than a can of oil; he has something up his sleeve, you feel it in your bones, but it's that smile. It's the goddamn smile, the southern drawl when he says howdy and calls you darlin', and most importantly, it's the barbecue.

The fucking barbecue.

He calls it the Gravepit. His underground barbecue pit and the place where he makes magic happen. The first time he invited you over, you swore he put crack in his food, it was so damn good, but Graves laughed it off and said he had the magic touch. All while his eyes bore into yours. Intensely. And he sent you on your way with leftovers to last the next couple days.

The next couple of times he had you over, he needed you to be his taste tester. Don't know what for, his food is always delicious, but you accepted because free food and good company when in reality, it's because Graves wanted to sus you out and plan his next moves accordingly.

And when he got the intel he wanted, realized that you were, in fact, as attracted to him as he was to you—no need to fight it, darlin'—Graves made his move. With the barbecue.

The fucking barbecue.

Long story short, he invited you over to sit and eat with him one Saturday afternoon. It started out with talking, talking turned into flirting, and flirting turned into you bent over the couch while he fucked you savagely from behind. And god, you felt better than everything he dreamed and stroked himself to, darlin'.

And that evening, when you were well and truly fucked, Graves fed you. Good, slow-cooked meat with all the fixins. Didn't send you on your way with leftovers this time. Hell no. Graves was gonna fuck and feed you until the cows came home, darlin'.

Told you he had the magic touch.

[nobitchs-world]

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

[drakulana]

ok but hear me out.............

[kaysithekoolest]

Hello Everyone! 👋

My Name is Kaysi, and I'm a new writer and have never published my work before. So please be patient and kind to me. I'm new to Tumblr and slightly confused as to how it works. But I'll try my best!

So I wanted to list fandoms I'm in and what I'm comfortable writing.

*What I'm comfortable with*

I will ✔️:

💥Smut, to my best abilities and only with adult characters

🩶Angst

🌲Omegaverse

🫂Fluff/comfort

💐Specific reader, ex: fem!reader, trans! reader, blind!reader, I will do my research

🎶 A Playlist!

Character × Character

I won't ❌:

Scat, Piss, lactation, feet, or any gross fetishes like that

Incest

Smut for Minor characters

No OC × Character

*Fandoms:*

🎮👾 Video Games👾🎮

Resident Evil 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (8 and 7 are my favorites tho) 💉

Lurking for Love 📸

Call Of Duty 🪖

John Doe (yan dating sim) 🖤

My Dear Hatchet Man 🪓

That's not my neighbor 🪟

We harvest shadows 🌾

Danganronpa 🎒

The Witcher 🐺

🩸🔪Horror Movies 🔪🩸

HUSH 🤫

The Boy 🎭

Halloween 🎃

Black Christmas (1974) 🎄

Scream, but just the first, sorry! 🔪

Grave Encounters 🎥

⭕✳️Miscellaneous✳️⭕

Pittsburgh Penguins, or you can request specific hockey players in the NHL 🐧

Marvel , a lot of X-Men 🟥

DC comics, mainly Gotham stuff 🦇

Percy Jackson 🌊

The Boys (on Amazon) 🇺🇸

Creepypasta 👻

Welcome Home 🎭

Dexter 🩸

[hannya-writes]

Masterlist II

Harry Potter Universe

Something Wicked this way comes (Percival Graves x reader)

Something Wicked this Way Comes (Part II) (Percival Graves x reader)

Deleramentum (Sirius Black x reader)

Chapter I

Chapter II

• • •

Once Upon a Time

Your home Is Were I am (Jefferson x Reader)

Almost Magical. (Jefferson x Reader)

Jefferson’s Happy Ending (Jefferson x Reader)

• • •

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Only you

A White Demon Love Song

The Promise

Why would you ask that?

Melting Waltz

By Her Side

I’ve Always known

Before Our Masters Found us

Is this a Dream?

You are my friend, right?

Even in Death...

Forget

Offspring

• • •

Supernatural

It’s Our Daughter, Cas (Castiel x Reader)

Gone Angel (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Summon the Father (Dean Winchester x Reader)

• • •

Teen Wolf

Your Kind (Part I) (Derek Hale x reader)

I like you the way you are (Derek Hale x Reader)

• • •

Law and Order SVU/Marvel Multiverse

Wanna see a trick?

Don´t Tell Anyone (Requested) (Carisi x Reader)

Supernatural/The Walking Dead

Stop coming by (Negan x Reader)

Genshin Impact

The Broken Contract (Morax x Reader)

Sandbearer (Morax x Reader)

Continue to Masterlist I

[lorvdz]

I'm curious why did Fia not want Adler to have any time with Philip? Does Adler have any resentment towards Fia for that ?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the question^w^

Fia was the primary reason to why Phillip didn’t see Adler often when he was growing up, and even when he became an adult Adler was seen as a deadbeat. Though sometimes Adler was allowed to see Graves but it was probably 4 times a year.

She knows that Adler deals with his own personal issues, and often keeps things to himself- plus he’s reckless during missions, so he isn’t necessarily gonna be better with his own kid.

And Adler totally has resentment towards Fia for this, since he does deserve to see his son since he’s the dad-