#philip graves x fem reader

[dmitriene]

thinking about domestic philip graves — the softest, he's a crude and cunny man, he was involved in too much to be considered as a good person, because philip is able to kill, to lie smoothly, to use anyone he wants to for his own good.

but it's the side that he buried himself, deep down, so you, his prettiest wifey, would live the domestic life from your best dreams, shared with your lovely husband that takes the best care of you.

phill almost doesn't let you lift a finger up, insisting to be on your beck and call, and who could thought that someone like graves would be so sickly sweet, but here it is, where he's standing on your spacious bright kitchen and cooks delicious breakfast.

that's your phillip, exactly one that others can't see at all, with his straight brown hair tousled in different directions, letting the pale morning sun play with the bright strands and light freckles on his nose, rectangular glasses sitting low on the bridge.

this life puts him at ease, tending to the needs of his beloved one, forgetting about who he is and which patch he choiced, moving with a light sway of his hips as he reaches for seasonings, grey sweatpants sitting low to expose his light happy trail.

your eyes race over his lean back with appreciation, tracing the subtle movements of his muscles and thin red marks of your nails, something to stay on phill's skin after how well he treated you in bed, staying late to hover on top of your body that was sprawled beneath him, arms clinging to his back with each delicious drag of his long cock inside of your tight heat.

that's what makes him move so easily from early morning, contented grin on his thin lips as he moves the frying pan, missing the soft sound of bare feet padding against the floor, before your arms curl against his middle, plush lips pressing kisses against his naked back.

— “ah, good morning to my sweet pea„ philip almost sings, head moving to the side, stealing a glance of your eyes as he smiles ever so brightly, lips stretching wide to expose his sharp little fangs, and you can't but melt again, pressing tighter against your beloved man, which rips a chuckle out of him, before he sneaks a hand around the curve of your body, pressing you against his side tenderly.

that's the life he adores the most, just a simple routine with his precious wife.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[diejager]

Hello! Your works are really great could you please write a Non-Con For Philipp Graves? 🦅 EAGLE SCREECH

Shackled

Pairing: Philip Graves x fem!reader

CW: CONSENSUAL NON-CON, DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM, leather cuffs, torture/interrogation, rough sex, soft Graves, kinda aftercare?, tell me if I missed any. WC: 1.6k

You shuddered, the hair on your skin standing high from the cool air of your isolation room. You were strung up by your hands, leather cuffs wrapped snugly around your wrists with the short chain hooked over the claw of a clasp, holding your weight firmly. Two other chains linked the cuffs of your ankle, spreading you open for whoever would walk into the cell. You flushed in shame and embarrassment, naked in the cold cell, tied to the ceiling and spread open by leather and chain shackles. 

You were weak and vulnerable, unable to fight off anyone or anything that’d come in the room and the low temperature made your numb, fingers and toes curling in an attempt to stave off the cold. Squirming would be useless, hips swaying and legs kicking in all ways would make you waste energy, precious energy that could be used to escape your imprisonment when - if - you were free from your restraints. You grumbled, staring at the metal door, eyes burning the hate and anger into the door. 

Sudden, loud steps heading towards your cell had you biting back a flinch, imposing and strong steps made to scare you, to intimidate their captives. You especially, the commander’s prize. Keys jingling, followed by the click of the lock, the door cracked open and you caught a foot breaching the entry of your room. 

“Shaking, ain’t y’a, sweetheart?”

The familiar drawl in his words, the cocky and teasing tone he used in every visit had you wishing he could shut up, but you were more annoyed that he was so pretty. His cobalt, blue eyes framed by luscious lashes and a caramel-like tan to his skin, glistening under the white light of your cell, thick brows and beautiful, light brown hair. Age had only made him prettier, his rough stubble and rugged wrinkles made him look sinfully appealing, and the scar that stretched when he smirked added to his appeal.

Phillip fucking Graves. 

You glared at him, burning into him your shameful anger. He only smiled, closing the door behind to give himself a bit of privacy with a lazy kick. He approached you brazenly, arms crossed over his chest as he admired your nakedness. His eyes wandered over your perky nipples and round breasts, down the valley to your navel and between your open thighs. His eyes narrowed, a lustful gleam when he placed a hand on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your freezing skin. 

“Why the frown? I thought we were getting somewhere,” Graves cooed, standing flush against you, hands wandering to feel you up. 

He ground into you as he chuckled, his cock poking at you from the confines of his cargo pants, the harsh cloth chafing your soft folds. His expressions tempted you, coaxing you to lash out, to scream and fight, to bite down on the finger that lingered too closely to your face and to curse him to hell. Against your better judgement, you let him touch you, his warm palm cupping your cheeks. The harsh pads of his calloused digits drew a line under your eye and down to your sneering lips, pressing softly on your lower lip. 

You shuddered from the gentleness of his acts, the almost loving touch with that soothingly calm voice cooing at your current submission. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, the sudden dryness of it had you sucking at his finger, swallowing what little saliva you had left. Your eyes fluttered, taking in the warmth Graves exhumed with a sigh. Your time alone in isolation had you craving warmth and attention, but the nagging part of your brain shook you awake, eyes cracking open and lips pulled back. Your teeth sunk into his finger before he pulled it out with a hiss, waving his hand around to ease the sting off.

“Fuckin’ Christ-” he growled, seeming shocked that you tried to bite him. He frowned at your laugh, the sweet, yet smug sound riling him up. 

He backed away, face flushed angrily, he pulled his hand back and backhanded you, throwing your head aside. You groaned, teeth digging into your lower lip, the force he used left your cheek pulsing, burning with the promise of a bruise. You whipped your head back, spitting at him with a red-tinted liquid. You missed horribly, landing your spit on his shoulder rather than his face. 

He chuckled, launching himself at you and pressing himself to you, his hands grasping at your scarred skin with hard, bruising grips. Your chest swayed, squirming against him to fight him off from undoing his pants. His cock sprung out, the angry, leaky tip slapping his clothed navel. His hardened length stood proudly, drooling from the slit, down the slight curve and the base, where hung heavy balls, engorged and thick. 

“Fucking bitch,” he cursed, forcing himself on you with the vigor and vitriol of a berserker, rutting against your moist pussy lips. “Who’s laughin’ now?”

You jerked, a scream retching out of your throat when you felt his bulbous head bob between your folds, drawing a line of pre up and clit and down your ass. You forgot every thought of taunting your captor, to tire him until he decided to untie you from your hooks and simply cuff your hands to the back of a chair, to be left alone and escape by yourself once Graves was tired of you. You squirmed and fought, feet kicking from their bent position and voice rising to an outraged cry, calling him names that would most likely shame Price. 

He cackled, hands holding your waist still, flush against his hard, throbbing cock that drooled over you. His hips pushed off you, pumping himself with a hand as he led it towards your wet cunt, the slipperiness easing his way in. He groaned, mind numb to your screams and cries, he was solely drawn into the heat that wrapped around him, the tightness and the wetness. 

He pushed in slowly, taking every second to enjoy the sensation until he bottomed out, hips against thighs and balls to your ass. Graves’ only thought were to fuck you and keep you, maybe drug you into a clumsy and submissive doll, but still having that bratty spitfire. He rolled his hips, grinding the tip of his cock against your cervix, pulling out and slamming back in, the head bruising your ring of muscle. 

His chest rumbled with a satisfied hum, ignoring your useless struggle as he fucked you, teeth nipping at your collar, placing red marks on your sweaty skin. Every thrusts had you moaning, body jerking upwards with bouncing tits, your body burned, sweaty and exhausted. Your once cold tenure became boiling hot, the heat from Graves searing its way into you with heavy strokes of his cock. Your toes curled and legs shook, the chains holding you up rippled with the same force as Graves’ strength. 

He drove himself deeply, his angry head bruising your cervix, he groaned and grunted, hung on your cunt’s tenseness, throbbing around him with a pulse, tightening and loosening, close to coming, but never really falling from the edge. He lips trailed a line down to your nipples, lips wrapping around your perky button and sucking, the sound as equally erotic and as disgusting. He sucked as if he was searching for milk, rough and toothy, before he let go with a wet pop. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he slurred, pulling back and slamming in with a loud, dirty squelch. “Gonna come, doll? C’mon, don’t be shy.”

You hated how sensual his voice was, how it called to you and coaxed your body to react in ways that he wanted, that he willed, even against your mind’s wishes. Your back arched, cunt pulsing and clinging onto him, the knot in your navel tightening to an unbearable urge. He grew sloppy, his fast and rough pace slacking in haste but still holding on his deep and rough strokes. He was slow but deep-hitting and rough. You mewled, pleasurable sounds pulled from your throat by Graves, moaning and gasping, seemingly asking - pleading - for more, for it to be harder and faster, rougher, but never uttering a word. 

When he tilted his hip, changing the position, he rubbed against your g-spot, his bulging veins massaging you while his head pounded your crying cervix. It was all it took for the knot in your core to pop, furling outwards as you clamped down on him, milking him for his worth. You came with an embarrassingly loud cry, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock, under the thickest part of him. He groaned, curling into you as he stuttered, bottoming out as deep as he could before he came, spurting ropes of potent cum from his tightened balls, painting you with the marks of your torture, of your mistake that led to a failed mission. It was your sin, one you’d hold onto you for the rest of your miserable life like a visible scar. 

“Fuck, doll,” Graves slid out, his flaccid cock plopping between his soaked thighs. “You all right?”

You hummed, watching him untie your ankles and kneeling to place your feet down before uncurling your wrists. He hissed at the red chafing on your skin, soothing it with kisses and promises of aftercare. He wrapped a blanket around you, holding it over your shoulder for you to grasp, kneeling before you to pick you up, one hand under your knees and the other on your back. 

“You were amazing, sweetheart. Thank you for indulging me.”

You giggled softly, dried lips finding his chiselled jaw with fluttering pecks.

“Anything for you, Phil.”

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[yawnderu]

Kortac members that would like a bimbo reader..?

Like I can't imagine anybody.

Especially Nikto.

Bimbo reader: look at my nails I made them with a cute colour... Hope you like them🤭💓

Nikto: 👁️👄👁️

Nikto: you're wasting my money for that..?

BFEKBHEHJFKBEHJFKBHBJFKEHJKB

Nikto would NOT do good with a Bimbo!Reader simply because he's too old for that shit and just doesn't get it. Would he fuck her? Yes. Would he date her? No.

Showing him your new plushies or nails would end up with him looking at you with his scary ass eyes like 🔵_🔵 and probably dissociate while staring at you, as he usually does either way fheefhjb

HMMM as for KorTac members that would do well with someone like Bimbo!Reader, I can see Graves, Valeria, and König.

I think Graves in general would 100% be the type to have a trophy wife, pretty little thing clinging to his arm in public, perfect body showing in the skimpy clothes you love to wear. It's natural for a man with money to spoil you, mainly buying lingerie and dresses that leave little to the imagination, though he also buys you things for your special interests and supports your hobbies.

Valeria, well... having a pretty thing like you is a far cry from all the war and violence in Las Almas, keeping you away from that place and kept a secret so the enemy cartels don't hunt you down. She's seen how ruthless they can be— she's a huge part of cartel violence as well, so she makes sure to keep you safe and guarded away from any of her enemies, never once being seen with you in public even when she secretly sometimes hopes she was able to give you a normal relationship.

König loves coming home to his pretty, bimbo girlfriend. You keep him in check and show him a more optimistic perspective than what someone as cocky and pessimistic as him is used to. Even when you're not the brightest tool in the shed, you're not afraid to knock him down a peg whenever he gets too cocky, and he absolutely adores to spoil you. He makes good money— what's the point in that if not buying lovely lingerie and dresses for his girl?

[myhornysaga]

My War Criminal Husband

Established relationship, Graves x fem reader

A/n: idk anything about law, lawyers or courts kindly do NOT come for me. Thank you!

You and Graves are a match made in hell.

You, a criminal lawyer with a sharp tongue.

Philip Graves, a war criminal, CEO of a private military company and your husband, your partner for as long as you could remember.

You two together, are a force to be reckoned with.

Graves knows you, you know Graves. You both are each other's immovable rocks that keep each other grounded. A reminder of both of your roots and how it all started...

You trust Phil and Phil trusts you.

And that is why you are now representing his PMC at the Court.

It is a highly televised affair so all eyes are on you. Phil didn't come because he's currently in the midst of a Contract but thats confidential info besides he knows you're good under pressure and can handle things well in his absence.

The party involved, prosecutor claims "'Commander Philip Graves' and his boy band have committed war crimes on foreign soil. Killing civilians, children and women with that bomb drop! We need to disband this mercenary group with immediate effect!, your honor". The old man growled as he finished his sentence and glared at you while sitting back down on his seat.

As if! You thought. The Shadows isn't just some pmc in the market or Phil trying his luck in business. It is something that Phil and you created from ground, from dust with extensive planning and research did The shadow company formed. Raising it like a child you both never had. Phil describes it best.... "we're all just one big family!"

And no way in hell would you let some cranky old man Mr Tithabeault, tell you to 'disband' your company! It is like a neighbor asking a mother to maim her child!

"Your honor i object." you stood and started your piece.

All eyes were on you now. Everyone is watching. Heck the entire thing is televised around the globe. So you knew you have to be careful with words and attitude because you weren't in just any court. No, you were representing The Shadow Company at the International Court of Justice in Hague, Netherlands.

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After grueling session between the prosecutor and you, the defendent. You delivered your final piece.

"Your honor my client is not just deciding to wake up one day and plan on bombing on foreign soil as Mr Tithabeault here suggests." You took pause and took a look at the prosecutor to deliver the final blow.

You continued, "..No, oh no! The Shadows Company is working under Contract alongside a Country's army. It is a confidential information so my apologies i cannot specify the country. But regardless, your honor, my client's working with the Army which, by default", you knew just few more words and this case's win is yours. You glanced a final smug glance at the prosecutor before continuing..

"..by default my client is considered an extension of his then-contractor. Not some, to quote Mr Tithabeault, rogue 'boyband'!" And with that finishing line you took a sigh as you sat back down in your black robe.

You knew you have won the case beacuse it is a bogus case in the first place! Graves' receives a lot of accusations every now and then and you are too used to fighting the same fight over abd over again.

But the only reason this case became a high profile case is because your husband has quite a list of enemies and 'some' of these people just have 'some' people in high places. Thus this one horse got dragged to the ICJ.

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The verdict came and just as you had predicted, you won.

Same shit, another day. Simple as that.

You smiled as you walked out of the prestigous International Court, to get into your car.

You had two Shadows by your side for your protection.

Just as you stepped outside the building, in a minute you were swarmed by thousands of reporters, protesters yelling screaming hounding you with questions on the trial, cursing you for representing a mercenary group and what not.

But you couldn't care any less. You know you had a job which was to have Phil's back and you did your job well.

The two shadows cleared the way for you to a 3rd shadow opening the car door for you to enter into your black bullet proof SUV.

The moment the door closed you took deep sigh of relaxation.

The 3rd shadow entered the passenger seat and the driver started driving to The Ritz Hotel where you are residing for the duration of the trial.

"Maam", the shadow on the passenger seat called out for you.

Your eyes were getting droopy due to exhaustion but the man's voice woke you up from your daze. "Yes?"

"Maam you have a call from shadow 0-1 ugh", he corrected himself thinking you may not be aware of the field callsign " its Commander Graves", he finished as he handed you the satellite phone.

Your eyes lit up on the mention of Phil's name.

"Phil? We won", you muttered with a hint of past work loads exhaustion still there.

"Y/n? Babe you did great today! I knew you'll get it done..", he said from other side.

You could hear he's happy, "ah it was nothing. Same stuff just different day honestly..", you are tired from all that work load of late night research and stress and it was evident in your tone subconsciously. But you tried to hide it while talking to him. Hell you haven't seen him for a month!

"Saw you on T.V. babe. You looked hot. I'll make my payment to ya for being my lawyer as soon as i come home.."

You chuckled at his suggestive comment, "oh you better!"

He sensed your exhausted tone from miles away.

"...'Kay babe gotta go now. The boys will take care of you till you reach home. Tell em to hit me up as soon as you drop, ya?"

"Yeah, ofcourse.."

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Part 2

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[icarustypicalfall]

Sweet Cherry Wine

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

summary: I'll crawl home to you, and if you dare to push me away, I'll break into ashes, thus my dust will fill your every space.

★ comfort (reversed) fluff/angsty/married couple/ legal age gap

notes: a sweet treat for my stars, so sorry for being away, I don't know when I'll come back, it feels too good to be here, and I don't want to leave. Ilysm for everything you had done to me, your support for the last 5 months had been incredible. I never thought I'd start this journey and honestly, it's all amazing. ty <3

★

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine

Your husband was unusually quiet tonight. Despite being a proud man who usually took every opportunity to boast about you and his company, he remained silent throughout the evening. His arm rested gently on your waist as he absentmindedly followed the conversation. At first, you assumed he was just being protective, but there was something else on his mind.

You caught him stealing glances at your two friends dancing together on the dance floor. Sipping your drink, you couldn't help but wonder what was bothering him. He had refused to dance, citing an aching back from work. You absentmindedly traced the scar on his cheek, but he gently brushed your hand, placing it back on the table, as if he didn't want to be touched or engaged with. Finally, you understood and let go of him. Philip coughed nervously, fidgeting with his hands before deciding to step outside for a smoke. You nodded, deciding to join your friends on the dance floor. His behavior occupied your mind, but you resolved to ask him later what was wrong.

★

You slipped off your heels and fell onto the bed with a contented sigh. Philip sat on the edge, almost slumping to the ground. It was then that you noticed the furrowed brow that he wore. He was never one to easily show vulnerability or ask for help. You couldn't blame him, considering all that he had been through.

You moved closer to him, and he turned his head, avoiding your gaze. Your hand gently rested on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating beneath your cold fingers. He hesitated for a moment before leaning into your touch. You sighed.

"What's wrong, Phil? Something bothering you?"

He remained silent for several moments, but then a sob escaped his lips as his body subtly shook. He turned away, hiding his face completely from you. His blond hair fell messily onto his forehead as he whispered between his hands with a broken tone, "Why me? Why did you choose me?"

You furrowed your brow, and he repeated himself, this time with a melancholic tone that couldn't be mistaken.

"I'm an old dog, nothing more than a war machine. Why me, darling? You could have had any other man— young, handsome. Yet you chose me," he confessed, gripping your hand tightly. His voice was quiet, but his words resonated louder than any shout.

"No, that's not true. I chose you because..."

He shook his head, unwilling to listen to anything. He interrupted, looking at you with a frown. "You know that I'm too old for you, right? I've got a face full of wrinkles, my hair is turning grey..." He turned away, releasing your hand and standing up. "Why can't you find yourself a younger man? Someone who can still dance with you at parties? Someone who can make you happy?"

You protested, standing up and facing him. "You make me happy."

He shook his head, looking at you once again. Affection was always present in his gaze, but fear had blinded him.

"Somebody who... somebody who won't die and leave you a widow," he said, looking into your eyes. The once bright blue of his eyes now reflected a somber shade, like a raging arctic in the midst of a storm of doubts.

"You know the end, we all die sooner or later. Why think about it now?"

"B-because you deserve better than me," he stammered.

"I love you," you said firmly.

His head snapped back, familiar with those words that were repeated daily, from dawn till dusk. But in this moment, they held more significance than ever.

"I love you. Nothing else matters to me. Why would I want another man when I have you?"

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he coughed, a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"What about when I'm 60 and can't get out of bed without groaning?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, a smile mirroring one from long ago.

"When you can hardly walk and your hair is falling out, I'll still feel the same about you," you reassured, squeezing his hand and smiling.

He looked at you in disbelief. "You'd do that for me? Even if I became a miserable old coot who wakes up every morning with joints that creak louder than an engine?"

You nodded. "When you reach 60, that'll still be 20 years from now. Until then, we can live without worrying about it. It doesn't matter what you become; it's about the life we've had together. No one cares about later. Let's enjoy what we have, Phil."

"God, I feel like I'm talking to a poet or something," he chuckled.

His hand gently cupped yours, his thumb tracing over the scar on his cheek. "What about my s-," he began, but you interrupted him with a tender kiss on his cheek. The warmth of your lips left a burning sensation on his skin, igniting a fire within him.

"I adore it, I adore every scar you have, everything about you," you assured him, your words carrying a depth of love and acceptance.

Tears welled up in his eyes once again, and you brushed them away with your thumb, kissing away the single tear that escaped. The weight of judgment and self-doubt he had been carrying seemed heavier than any burden he had faced before.

A wide grin spread across his face, and he lifted you up, spinning you around in joy. "Something about you makes me so happy, darling... your words are like witchcraft!" he exclaimed, his laughter filling the room.

You giggled, playfully ruffling his blond locks, earning a mock frown from him. "No! No touching the hair!" he protested, but you couldn't resist running your fingers through his soft hair once more, as if symbolically removing the last traces of doubt from his mind. He couldn't help but laugh, his resistance crumbling under your touch.

"Okay, now you're asking for it, you know," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Philip tilted your head down, gazing into your eyes with an overwhelming love. The softness of your lips enchanted him, and he leaned in, sipping from the elixir of immortality.

Your love was a delicate blend of honey and roses, overflowing with affection shared behind closed doors, a secret garden of emotions.

His warm breath brushed against your cheek, carrying a hint of alcohol from the earlier sip of whiskey. It trailed along your jawline and neck, leaving a tantalizing sensation in its wake. He whispered softly, gently setting you back down.

"You're a work of art, sweetheart... something I'll never fully understand, but something I'll forever pray for and thank God for granting me."

[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 🧍‍♀️)

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Imagine if the Cod characters react when they fem!reader has angel wings.

a/n: I’m pretty sure I have this in my drafts somewhere! So :), I’ll just do Cod characters of my choice

Rudy:

-love love loves calling you dove or angel or any name for a pretty bird he can think of whenever. It practically replaces any other loving pet name or nickname

-made a little gear charm with one of your shedded feathers even if Alejandro calls it tacky. It makes him feel close to you even when away

soap:

-will have you sit on his lap and clean your wings for HOURS. Favorite way to distress after a hectic or long mission is simply to sit down and coo soft sweet nothings to you while cleaning your feathers

-your his girlfriend and he adores that! Although he admits sometimes your wings get in the way of cuddling up next to you in bed which is the only disadvantage he can think of

graves:

-shows off to allll his shadows. And people who probably don’t care

-uses the name angel in his stupid southern accent so much that being called babe or love is reserved only for bad things like him accidentally doing something dumb

-has never asked WHY OR HOW. He doesn’t care unless it’s something traumatic. Your wings are just so pretty to him

konig:

-genuine goofball about it in all honesty and would adore taking you to all his little nerdy things to show you off

- or just to take you to Comic-Con or something even if he doesn’t like it just to point out your wings are real and genuine

-loves kissing your wings all over and having you lay on his chest and having them as a blanket for you both

Krueger:

-has painted your wings to Match your nails. Will do it again. Probably will do it on your wedding day in gold if you ever marry

-has so much fun in all honesty. Especially if you can fly??? Why own a car when he had a flying girlfriend?

[konigsblog]

Im thinking abt cat reader and graves shadows.. she’s in heat and is alllll over the shadows grinding on them for friction,,graves would get sooo jealousss :(( and the shadows makeing fun of her taking the most humiliating pics and videos ughh brainrottt

tw; dumbification (?) - idk if i'm supposed to tag that as a tw!!;

graves's was away with the task force for one mission, one. he thought he could trust his men, but after finding you all wet sticky and dumb, he began thinking otherwise.

they all grinded their hard bulges against your bare wet cunny, mumbling out a whimper as they teased you. to say they were being mean was an understatement; taking humilating photos of you, your sticky pussy oozing out thick seed, another soldier pushing himself into you after the other one was finished. they practically used you like a toy, but you couldn't help but cum all over them because they felt so good !! desperate for more.

and to graves's suprise, he was met with multiple videos of the group chat sending him videos of you sucking a shadows cock, looking up at him with those same eyes you gave graves. he's infuriated, enraged. when he comes back later to see you all asleep on the couch, cum and slick running down your thighs as they didn't bother to clean you or anything :( multiple shadows cum mixed together inside your precious pussy.

picking you up and letting you sit on his lap while he inspects your body, seeing the bruises on your ass from their balls. or your lips still puffy from sucking their cocks. and the photos are so embarrassing for you to look back on :((( you hiss and whine when they show you what a slut you were, how stupidly fucked-out you became ! you remember being desperate, but god, your face was tearstained with cum in your fur and everything :(

and is it bad to say that you take turns riding them every time graves leaves, just because you're so desperate for a cock inside your cunt, not caring how they'd slap you and treat you like a ragdoll, eager for their cum :((((((

[katz-chow]

of apple pies and bloody knives

synopsis: a small montanan town, an orchard, a longhorn girl, and a big time rancher who has a knack for hunting...with halloween rolling in, will fiction turn into reality?

aka: slasher!graves x fem!reader(?)

*reader is a texan girl that is only referred to as "doll",

a/n: this is a horror/thriller romance, some topics might be sensitive, each chapter will have its own warning. slasher!graves was thought of by @frogchiro originally, i just took the idea and made it my own because i'm delusional. thanks!

masterlist:

chapter one: a haze in the fields

[crystlizabeth]

Will we get a pt 2 of Cowboy Cassanova? 🥹

Cold without you…

Phillip Graves x Blackfem!Shepard!reader

Warnings: angsty, cursing, self neglect, arguing, age gap(24&32), fluffy. Again not proofread.

Summary: months later winter seemed colder and now sad what used to be your favorite time of year was now your most dreaded. But everybody gets surprises during the holidays.

P.1 cowboy Casanova

You were so angry with him, you wanted nothing more than to scream and cry. Your father tore him away so fast just as you had him so close. How could he seek to hurt you so much your own father, he watched you fall apart and he knew it was because of his doing. He did it wanting to keep his little girl from heartbreak but he was the one that broke it he knew that as soon as you arrived back to your family home. Still in your outfit from the night your tear stained face and bloody red eyes, your broken tone.

You cried and cried to him pushing him away when he came up to comfort you acting stupid as if you didn’t know, yelling all he could say it was for your own good. That Graves isn’t a man to be involved with let alone he was ‘to old for you’. That you needed to accept this and theres so many people in the world for you that school should be your main priority not some man who was taking advantage of you. He made you seem so naive and he knew better he knew that you know what you wanted what situations you got yourself in and that if he really was taking advantage of you, you would have sure as hell known.

Right there was when he knew he lost is babygirl. That he broke her heart into a million pieces not Phillip. Him. He watched as you wailed into your mothers arm mumbling out to him ‘how could you..’, ‘why would you do that..’ and ‘im not your little girl anymore.’ . Your mother comforting you not knowing the full situation but knew her husband had fucked up bad.

Now it was December you where back in Texas from school. The southern winter was different, it used to be your favorite the memories of playing in the snow with your siblings staying home from school and Christmas. But you had a feeling Christmas was going to be different, quite even.. the streets covered in inches of snow the night colorful lights on the trees and buildings around it as the snow fell from the sky. Eventually your older brother picked you up from the airport to take to home.

“You ready to go, see dad?” Caleb asked, the sound of his daughters in the background talking to one another singing the carols that came from the radio.

You sighed softly looking away from the window to face him, the street lights shiny on his face sometimes you forget how easily he lost his color in the winter his freckles becoming lighter his hair short the curls still noticeable. “Not exactly who I want to see.. but everyone is home right now so I don’t just have to see his face.” You laughed lightly knowing all of your siblings were gonna be there.

He hummed in response. There was the silence everyone knew what you dad pulled and why you were so mad at him even after the months passed.

“You know sis, you do look I dont know— good I guess?” He said quietly.

You pressed your lips together. “Im fine just school is hectic.. just be a break..” you mumbled looking down checking your phone.

“Has he tried getting in contact with you.. I gave him you new number.” Caleb said.

Oh? You faced him your eyebrows frowned, “no.. no he hasn’t has he said he’s going to..?” You asked.

Your brother shook his head unsure “I don’t know but he ask about ya, specially since I bring you up near him iv been tryin’..” he spoke.

Phillips been asking about you. But he hasn’t even reached out knowing that you wouldn’t hesitate to pick up the phone, well how could he? You’ve been away for collage and he had been deployed.

“ I have to be honest, your face looks sickly thinner, and you just don’t seem like you..” Caleb spoke.

Winter could be rough sometimes but you had been falling apart just a soon as the wether started to get colder. You had more than enough people around you that gave you comfort and all the love you needed yet it was still so cold without him. This was about the time Phillip and yoh started messing around talking more, going out, eventually sleeping together to him coming to your family’s Christmas party. Spending the new year together and soon enough becoming a couple. But now he wasn’t with you anymore, you never hated the cold as much as you did right now the Christmas light that’s hung from the houses and the music that played it made you want to cry and curl up in a ball.

Upon arriving to your family home the big white farm house decorated, walking in you were welcomed by everyone your sisters and other brother. Your mother happily taking you into a hug kissing your face, then your father he smiled lightly at you hoping to maybe get a hug maybe even a hello but you just nodded at him giving him a half smile.

“I know mama but I’m tierd and have a raging headache.” You spoke to your mother as she tried getting you to get some food, saying the same as your brother that you looked sickly and food was what you needed. She soon gave up letting you escape to your room for the rest of the night.

Opening your doors it looked the same besides the white Christmas lights hung around your room giving it a little bit of light, but in your bed laid a small present and letter with a note on top of it ‘made sure your daddy didn’t get to it - love mama’. Made sure he didn’t get to it? Putting the note to the side you took off your big jacket hanging it on your closed door along with your boots.

Walking up to it it was a small gift wrapped up in sparkly blue paper with a gold ribbon. There was a letter under it so you opened that first it read.

“With you I was so warm you were the source of my warmth and just as I knew it you were gone. It got so cold, did it for you? I have so much I was to ask and tell you I know, everything reminds me of you I find you in every small thing. But this was my favorite, something that reminded me you were my warmth my Sun. So every time you feel cold remember this gift. Merry Christmas My dear.

-Lip”

You read through the note the small tears falling off your face onto the paper, you analyzed his cursive written so delicately. Slowly placing the letter down you grabbed the box unwrapping it slowly, you wanted to savor this moment. The blue paper tarring off revealing a little velvet box, opening it your eyes met a gold necklace. The necklace having a sun on it.

Pulling the necklace up you pulled its cushion revealing another small note.

“may you shine brighter than the sun ever could.”

Oh Phillip.. the way he could break your heart all over again. You brought the necklace up to your mouth your lips pressing a kiss against the cold material. You sat there for a moment trying to pull yourself together soon enough being able to get up and put the letter and not on your night stand with the box, you had put the necklace on it sitting a little past your collar bone.

For the next week that’s all you could think about, you sat wondering if he was in the country maybe you could get into some sort of contact with him. Your brother was your only option to go to, but you didn’t exactly know how to approach him you weren’t sure if Caleb had Phillips number. But it never hurt to ask right?

Pulling your brother to the side you asked. “Do you have Phillips number? Email? Anything Caleb please.” You pleaded.

He looked at you, you could sense the light feeling of worry, “I don’t..” he spoke. You groaned out in frustration knowing he had changed his number as well but you never thought of getting Phillips email.

“But I do know he’s home.” Caleb said holding his daughter.

He haven’t moved, you mentally screamed at yourself of course he hadn’t moved and you knew where to find him. Was is risky yeah but he definitely couldn’t come here. After hours of mentally preparing yourself you grabbed the two notes along with an old box that held more letters that you had written and he had written. you borrowed your sisters keys walking out the door. The drive seemed so dreadfully long you began to think maybe you should go back doing this all you would be doing is causing more problems. But you couldn’t let the thought of your fathers disapproval hold you back anymore. You were grow and able to make your own decisions either is be physically or mentally, your love life had both to do with your father. But as of now you risked throwing away your relationship with your father for a man. A man that treated you so gently, a man who even spent months away still communicated so damn well, a man who made sure you stayed focused on the things you wanted to do, a man that loved every inch of you and could handle your mood swings. Maybe it would all be worth it in the end, maybe your father would turn out to be right to remove him from your life that was a risk you were willing to take.

Glancing over at the clock it was almost 10 when you pulled you to his gate. His property was covered in snow a path way could been seen of his truck coming in and out, you could see the light in his house but there were no Christmas decorations on display. Opening the door the cold air hit you as you opened the gate quickly getting back in the car driving up next to the his GMC.

Taking one more deep breath you turned off the car. Getting out walking up his porch, the sound of the dogs barking made you smile light you finally heard his voice telling them to quiet down and ushering them into the side room. His footsteps quickly came back the sound of the locks of the door being unlocked.

His face soften as soon as his eyes meet yours, silence not a word. The cold December air blowing but it didn’t seem as bad as before, it wasn’t freezing. His blue eyes looked over you gently taking you in his hand reaching out he pulled you inside quickly closing the door behind you. He’s hand didn’t leave your arm, he just continued to look at you he looks as if this was his breaking point that he had been just a cold with out you.

“You can’t be here..” he whispered, his brows frowned.

You stood there looking at him with big eyes that if you were to look away he would disappear. “I got you gift Lip…” you said quietly watching his face closely looking for any signs he didn’t want you here. But there wasn’t anything.

“Surprised your dad didn’t get to it first…”

“My mom did, she put it on my bed.” You reassured.

You saw the corner of his lips rise a bit. His hand didn’t leave your arm you felt his thumb start rubbing against your sleeve lightly. Neither of you needed to speak as of now just needed this to be in each others space, the comfort of each other was all you needed.

You felt his warm hand touch you, the coldness that covered your face absorbing his warmth. “You’re not taking care of yourself are you..?” He asked his eyes running over your features.

He could saw how full you’d become you didn’t have that glow he saw you with last, the bags under your eyes still noticed under your makeup. He could tell your habits of self care had changed, he let his other hand leave your arm touching your face. He was so gentle with you his calloused hand held your face close, you wanted nothing but to pull him in and feel his lips on yours but you controlled yourself just letting the moment pass.

“Lip..” you spoke softly.

He hummed, “Do you think we can try again-” you said he quickly gave you a look.

“You know what your dad-”

“No, no I don’t care what he thinks I will make sure you keep your rank. I’m old enough to make my own decisions especially when it come to my love life. Phillip your all I want, I mean that I can’t see myself with anyone else we both know this would happen me right back on your front step.” You said your hand laying on top his forearm.

He knew you where right he’ll you both said I love you when he left. He knew sending you a gift would bring you right back to him, shit if he could have done it the other way around he would’ve been on your front step as soon as you got back from college. Little did you know he had fallen apart just as much as you, but he managed it differently. You both knew that being with each other right now was enough to build that warmth once again.

Five months that’s how long you both went without eachother, but it wasn’t the same no letters, no calls nothing. And you where right your father had no reason to control your love life, and Phillip knew how much you meant to Shepherd he wouldn’t let his little girl leave compromise was something he could work with.

His lips came close to yours, your lips quivering just to feel the touch of his chapped lips. He waited ther watching you hold back from kissing you “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “No darlin’ I need you to use your words..” he whispered his hot breath hitting your lips making you lick them slightly.

“Yes, Im sure.”

That was all he needed to hear his lips touching yours softly letting himself sink into your kiss, you put the box to the side letting your hand wrap around his neck him adjusting moving his hands dow to your waist holding you in a tight embrace as you both kissed. God did you miss his taste, the strong coffee and whisky always seemed to linger on his lips such a different combination but so addicting.

To put it simply you didn’t go home that night.

His arm wrapped around you as you laid on his chest. For once you were warm again, warm with him. But the peace has to me distrusted at some point, you phone buzzed again groaning you realized you still have your sisters car your location is off and you’ve been gone all night.

Quickly getting up you rushed over to your sweat pants grabbing your phone out of the. ‘23 missed called Mama’, ‘16 messages Nessa’ and ‘54 missed calls Daddy’. Shit..

For all they knew you where dead. “Whats wrong Darlin’?” You heard lips voice say.

“Nobody knows where I’m at.” You spoke sending a text to your mother and Sister quickly.

“You didn’t tell them where you were goin’? What bout nes?” He asked sitting up.

You shook your head wiping your eyes putting your phone upside down on his dresser giving your full attention back to you.

Through out the morning you both caught up, the two of you catching up. So much had happen in the last five months you opens up about your mental health throughout it and the downfall of your and your fathers relationship that you had turned 24 and lived in campus now your apartment from before empty and most of that stuff in a storage unit and at home. Also That you even made a attempt to move on failing horribly, he admitted the same that he couldn’t find a smile that lit him up. That he was going down mentally as well this made you two realize that maybe you two were co dependent on each other but also just heart broken.

“What do you plan on telling your father?” Phillip spoke sipping on his coffee his hand on the small of your back.

“Well he’s not gonna like what I have to say honestly but I could careless and I plan on taking you if that alright?” You explained picking at your breakfast.

He hummed “ I wont get shot on sight right?” He half joked.

You slapped the back of your hand to his chest playfully. “Shut up. Plus mama keeps them locked away when we have guests because she has curious grandbaby’s for their safety and now yours.” You smiled at him kissing his cheek softly.

“Let do this yeah?” He said giving you a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, as long as your with me.” You said softly your voice slightly shaky.

“Always.”

You both had driven separately him following behind you, he did the same while walking into your family home stayed behind you as you gave your keys back to your sister. Nessa giving you a look as she saw the man, your mother shaking her head slightly “he’s in his study upstairs.” She said he face turning to Phillip giving him a sympathetic smile. She knew all hell was about the break loose.

Walking into your fathers study he saw you the relived happy look quickly changing.

“What is-”

“He’s here because I asked him to, because I went to go see him after 5 months of no contact.” You said cutting your father off.

He stood up going to say something but you quickly spoke before him.

“Sit down. —For a man who raised me to be independent you hind me back. It was never him, or me is was you. Because your scared to lose me and if you couldn’t tell when you told him to leave me I lost all sorts of respect for you you lost me right then and there.” You said, you heart racing.

“I want to make this clear i really do dad. I am 24 years old, one of the highest and hardest worker in my classes and through out the years. I have done everything to please you and when I finally have something of my own you take it from me. You— you threaten his rank a rank he’s spent years to get to something that means so fucking much to him I made sure he picked that because if I didn’t he would have dropped that job turned in his rank and gone home to me. But you couldn’t come to that fact that I a grown woman had found someone I loved I’m not naïve dad.” You spoke sternly you didn’t want to cry but god was your heart beating out of your chest.

“I need you to understand that if you want to continue to see me you will treat him with respect in and out of the base. You will not make any remarks about my relationship about him you will keep your negative opinions to yourself because you are the only one that has a problem. And if you don’t I will leave, I’ll keep in contact with mom but I will not. I will not fucking speak to you do you understand.” You spoke looking into your fathers eyes.

His brows frowned but he nodded “I understand.” He spoke softly.

“I really hope you do..” because if he didn’t you wouldn’t talk to him maybe ever and that hurt you. But he can’t control you and you had to make that clear.

You walked around his desk hugging him your fathers arms holding you tightly. Even if you were a daddy’s girl he was the only man that had broke your heart, and that’s what hurt the most. He knew how bad he had hurt you yet didn’t regret what he did but now he had to come to terms with it, you weren’t his babygirl anymore.

But that you were Phillip Graves, that man would hold your heart gently never seeking to break it.

Winter wasn’t sad anymore, yet the joy had come back to it. Spending the remainder of Christmas break with Phillip and your family, everyone officially meeting him as your boyfriend. You had your glow back, crazy how one person can bring you back so quickly. There was no thought of him leaving again he wanted to down every last moment with you, and he planned on it. The winter once again had become your favorite.

And you weren’t cold without him anymore.

Soo here’s part two I know it’s not alottt of Phillip and reader but I wanted it to be dramatic and I love a Christmas/winter themed fic!

[bbyvrtx]

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𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 17 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.

┆𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑼𝑻 ┆

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝑫𝒐'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕'𝒔/ 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

𝑫𝑶'𝑺 ┆☺︎

☺︎┆ Interact Above 18

☺︎┆Comment

☺︎┆Request things for me to write

☺︎┆Refer me to other people

𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻'𝑺 ┆☹︎

☹︎┆Interact UNDER 18

☹︎┆Spread hate/harass people in my posted

☹︎┆Talk about politics/religions

☹︎┆DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ┆ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 ┆☹︎

☹︎┆Insest

☹︎┆HEAVY BDSM SMUT

☹︎┆Shit/piss kink (just, ew)

☹︎┆ slave kink

☹︎┆Orgies over 3 people

☹︎┆Step mom/step dad x reader smut

☹︎┆Step sibling x reader smut

☹︎┆Animal play

☹︎┆ Age Play

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍'𝒔┆☺︎

☺︎┆ Character x oc

☺︎┆Enemys to lovers

☺︎┆Fluff

☺︎┆Smut (If any of the characters are originally younger, they'll be aged up)

☺︎┆Big story plots (chapters)

☺︎┆ Request (if I say yes)

☺︎┆Throat Training

☺︎┆ Imagines

𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕:

☺︎┆𝑪𝑶𝑫 𝒎𝒘𝒊𝒊 on pause

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[reaping-the-benefits]

Graves is into pegging. For all the fucking bravado and machismo, he LOOOOOVES having his pretty little partner fuck him in the ass. There's just something about the way you grind the strap into him, coo gently in his ear - it just fucking gets to him. But don't tease him too much because he'll give it in return twice as hard, when the table flips.

But back to the main point.

Y'all could be out in public, having a grand time, and all you have to do is drop your voice, telling him oh so sweetly that "the dog needs to go for a walk". (Because of course you have a code phrase for it lmao)

He's rock hard, and immediately paying the bill. The sooner you get home, the better. You better have been serious about pegging him tonight. Otherwise he's going to be so upset (and then no one gets to cum. 🤷‍♀️ don't play with this man's emotions. I told you he'd get you back for it. He's kind of a brat lmao.)

[icarustypicalfall]

Hallway

Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader

MASTERPOST

Summary: Based on MW3, where you give the Arrogant Commander a cold shoulder as he teams up with your unit in the purpose of catching the bad guys.

Warnings: Cod usual violence, based on MW2 and MW3, mentions of Graves betrayal.

"Each day you rise with me , know that I'd gladly be the Icarus to your certainty."

Graves had returned.

The enthusiasm was tainted by the memories of his past actions. There was a time when he had almost taken the lives of everyone in the room. The tension was palpable during the call with General Shepard, and it lingered in the base as everyone awaited his arrival.

During his absence, you had been on a side mission. You never truly believed that Graves had died, knowing that he was not the type to go down so easily. If he were to meet his end, it would be in a more dramatic and tragic way, perhaps with a dagger piercing his heart, just as he had pierced yours when he nearly killed your teammates. Despite your disdain for the man, you couldn't help but longe for his presence. He relished in the power he held over you, ordering you around and demanding extra gym sessions to "maintain your strength".

Graves was back, "the American bastard" if you ask Gaz and an "the arsehole" as Soap added. Captain, unable to contain his contempt, had burnt half of his cigars to prevent himself from snapping the man's neck every time he opened his mouth. Ghost, true to his name, shot Graves his usual icy glares, though fortunately they were not lethal, or else Graves would already be rotting in hell.

Graves hadn't changed a bit. He still served that smug demeanor and spoke with a southern drawl that he seemed to inject into every word that fell from his lips. He smirked shamelessly, his eyes fixated on you before he confidently asked, "Missed me, darlin'? I know you did." Your heart tightened at his words, torn between wanting to slap him and kiss him senseless. However, you managed to maintain a neutral expression as he continued, "Where's my welcome back, sugar?"

Gaz, clearly unimpressed, intervened and pushed you away from Graves, dismissing his extended hand for a handshake. "Shove it up your arse," Gaz retorted, unyielding in his dislike and anger for the man.

Graves had been captivated by you ever since he joined TF141. You were a remarkable young woman, fierce and unafraid to speak your mind, earning the respect of your superiors. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, despite his annoying smugness. His attempts to gain your attention often manifested as mockery and taunting. Deep down, he longed to hold you close and feel your touch. However, when you began to warm up to him, betrayal struck, driving a wedge between you.

He was determined to repair that breach.

"Aren't those weights a bit heavy for you, darlin'?" Graves remarked, his eyes fixed on you as you let the barbell fall to the ground. You hadn't even noticed his presence, so focused were you on your workout. Your chest tightened, reminiscing about the old days when he would taunt and annoy you. Though you had promised yourself to ignore him completely, he had broken your heart once, and you couldn't afford to let him reopen those wounds.

You ignored him, shooting him a cold glare before lifting the barbell once again. Graves smirked, amused by your icy demeanor. It was a challenge for him to see how much he could push you before you broke down and let your guard down. He relished in getting under your skin, even though it pained him not being able to approach you in any other way.

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and the heat of intense concentration. It was deathly silent, save for the sound of your shallow breaths and light paintings.

Graves stood there, unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on you like a predator stalking its prey. He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke with a mockingly confident tone, his southern drawl becoming more pronounced. "You're hurting your hands, sweetheart. You're meant to look pretty and keep quiet, not fight men three times your size," Graves added.

Your eyes gleamed with a surge of adrenaline. You turned to face him, dropping the heavy barbell and walking towards him with a fiery glare. You snapped, your words laced with a fiery passion, a storm threatening to consume his very existence. "Want to see what these hands can do too?"

Graves smirked, folding his arms and exuding an air of confidence and arrogance. Yet, there was something else in his gaze. He yearned for your attention, scanning your figure from head to toe, as if watching you train or work countless times wasn't enough to memorize every inch of your skin. "Yeah, I'd love to find out," he replied eagerly.

In a swift motion, you tripped him up and landed a light punch, causing him to fall to the ground. The smirk never left his face. You pressed your knee against his ribcage, applying slight pressure as a warning. "I wouldn't hesitate to knock you out if you say something like that again," you warned, your voice filled with determination.

Graves let out a sharp gasp, feeling the weight of your presence pinning him down. His body tensed, his blood racing through his veins. He couldn't help but revel in the fire burning in your eyes. "I suppose I crossed a line, darlin'," he rasped, his voice low.

As you moved away, returning to your workout, Graves took a deep breath. He couldn't help but yearn for you even more, despite the cold shoulder you gave him. His eyes followed the contours of your body as you worked on the pulldown machine. Leaning against the wall, he shamelessly continued to stare, captivated by your every move.

He made no attempt to conceal the desire burning within him as he glanced over at you. Despite the potential risks of breaking a few rules and facing the consequences, he mustered the courage to speak up.

"Wouldn't you appreciate my help, darling? You seem quite confused."

You let out a sigh, raising an eyebrow as you observed the man. His face displayed an assured smirk that hinted at a superiority complex. His lips curled slightly, forming a subtle, knowing smile that added to the smugness radiating from his countenance. Clutching your water bottle, you muttered in frustration.

"Don't you have meetings or reports to attend to instead of wasting my time?"

"It won't take me long to finish those reports and meetings. Care to swing by my office and see for yourself?" Graves added with a teasing wink.

Your attempts to ignore him only fueled the fire burning in his heart and warming his soul. He folded his arms, leaning back against the wall as he watched you gather your belongings. A slight twinge of pain coursed through him, not wanting you to leave.

"Just leaving me here like that, sweetheart? You didn't even say goodbye."

"Why would I?" you scoffed, walking past him.

The scent of your perfume tormented his senses, and he found himself staring at the open door in shock. He followed you, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over him.

Why were you so distant now?

He longed to hold you, to kiss you, to embrace the burning sensation he felt. He called out your name, trying not to let his voice betray the desperation that consumed him.

"Darling, I..." Graves spoke softly, his eyes filled with pain.

You let out a sigh, finally stopping in the middle of the hallway. You didn't turn around, ensuring he wouldn't see the fire in your chest or the pain etched all over your face.

Graves experienced a mixture of emotions. His pride yearned to command you, to force you to face him and express your emotions. But he knew it was a losing battle, considering you had been ignoring him for the past few weeks. No one had ever treated him this way. He commanded, watching your calm figure in front of him.

"Look at me," he whispered, and you could swear you heard a hint of shyness and shame in his words. "Please...?"

You faced him, the venom and pain mixing in your heart, extinguishing any other emotions that remained in your mind.

"Of course, Commander. Why wouldn't I look at the man who once betrayed us?"

Graves gritted his teeth, his emotions in turmoil as anger and guilt battled within him. He was so close yet so far away, feeling himself being pulled towards you.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Graves finally met your eyes, his blue orbs filled with both desire and pain. A bittersweet serenity enveloped you both.

"You want me to acknowledge you as if you hadn't done anything. You've lived a long life, yet you still have no clue about the consequences of your actions."

Graves took a deep breath, his anger resurfacing, accentuated by his southern drawl, making him sound even more threatening.

"That was an order from Shepard. We had to take the base to ensure we could find the terrorists and make sure there were no survivors. As for Alejandro..." Graves hesitated for a moment but decided to be as honest as he could. "We were following orders. I didn't have a choice."

"They trusted you. I thought I could trust you," you whispered, your eyes piercing him with a cold, angry gaze.

Graves fell silent for a moment, feeling the sting of your words pierce his heart like a dagger. He cleared his throat before muttering, his tone tinged with weariness.

"I had to make choices I didn't want to. I couldn't refuse, not when hundreds of lives relied on me. Refusing meant their death. Someone had to die. This is war."

"Next time he asks you to bomb our base, you'll comply, won't you?" you challenged.

Graves's heart sank as you spoke. He hesitated for a few moments, trying to find the words to answer, but he had nothing to defend himself with. He spoke in a tired, exhausted tone, the fire that once burned within him now extinguished.

"No," he paused, his tone quiet and filled with despair. "I would rather end my own life than hurt a single hair of you."

Your head snapped up, confusion evident in your eyes. "What do you mean?"

Graves couldn't bear your cold words any longer. He turned away from you, his shoulders slumped as emotions began to overwhelm him. In his mind, he replayed all the moments he was forced to hurt and kill. His past and the pain he had caused were eating away at his soul. His voice was weak when he spoke, his Southern drawl a mere echoGraves couldn't hide his burning desire as he looked at you. Despite the potential risks and consequences, he mustered the courage to speak up.

"Nothing is more precious to me than you. I requested your captain to send you for gathering intel before my mission. I knew Shepard would use you as a threat, and my soldiers would try to detain you. Dralin, you are my only weakness, and I wish for nothing more than to protect you from harm," Graves said quietly, unsure if he was speaking to himself or to you.

You were completely shocked, taken aback by his words.

Was this his confession? What had you done to cause such a reaction from the usually composed commander?

Your mere presence seemed to have pushed him to the edge. But if it meant that you will embrace him and kiss away his sorrows, he was willing to accept that fate.

Graves continued, guilt evident in the way he cupped his left elbow. "Shepard is... influential. There was no time to ask for help. Besides, it was just me and my team against that army." He turned to look at you with a solemn expression. "It was impossible to fight them and survive..."

You looked down, your hand hesitantly reaching for his calloused palm, gently cupping it in your own. You squeezed his scarred flesh, silently murmuring.

"I believe you..."

Graves' gaze remained fixed on you. The warmth in your voice and your attempts to comfort him stirred something deep within his heart. He stepped closer to you, speaking softly.

"I was afraid of losing everything... I couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened to all of you if I had chosen to side with you instead of Shepard." Graves whispered, his words sounding like a confession.

Standing before you, he felt vulnerable. The touch of your cold hand in his made shivers run down his spine, reminiscent of the feelings of young love. Graves had fallen for many women, but none had ever made him lose his mind and experience the intoxicating bliss that you brought to his life.

"I'm sorry, darlin, my decisions are never perfect... I have blood on my hands... so much blood... I just..." he murmured, his head lowered and his eyes downcast.

Summoning the little courage you had, you brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen on his face and leaned in to join your lips together. At first, he was still, shocked by the gesture, but soon his warm lips met yours, and the two of you became lost in a passionate embrace. It was enchanting, like two intertwined swans, their souls merging into one.

As you pulled away for a breath, your lips still lingering close to his, his hand cupped the back of your head, gently stroking your locks.

"I forgave you... a long time ago..." you whispered against his lips. A small twitch at the corner of his mouth revealed a genuine smile, not the usual smug grin or fake laugh. It was a smile that only appeared when you complimented his hair or his skills.

He hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest, seeking solace in the curve of your neck. Finally, he let go of all the painful emotions that had been eating away at his soul, allowing you to embrace him and experiencing a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time.

You kissed until you were breathless, leaning against the wall and savoring the eternal elixir of each other's lips. It was a divine moment, shared in the empty hallway.

Graves cupped your face, a smile spreading across his flushed features, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Nothing else mattered to him now. Once a sorrowful man, believing he had lost everything, he had come back to life with you in his arms. Your sweet face smiled softly as you continued to kiss him, over and over again.

[blingblong55]

Can I request a fic/headcanon of all TF141 (including König, Keegan & Philip Graves) reactions towards a Siren Fem reader? For example, the reader's in the gym with Ghost; she is just stretching without realising Ghost's watching whilst drooling on her (somewhere along the lines).

Sorry if it's confusing, and it's okay if you can’t make it; I understand you’re busy. TY !!

ok im obsessed with this idea

It should be uploaded tomorrow

The title will be Tear you apart, I'll eventually come back and give you a link.

Thank you for this request anon!<3333

[hunterbunter3000]

Graves: Do I look like a joke to you?

141 Sweetheart: HAH YA LOOK LIKE SOMETHIN'

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Lil Bonus!

Graves: I'm trying to be cool here and you're ruining it.

141 Sweetheart: Good. You don't deserve the RIGHT to be cool.

[konigsblog]

Graves spoiling and babying you on your period :( I just have a gut feeling he would love a pretty princess to spoil

usually, we describe graves as the type to spoil you with designer bags and dressed, new heels and makeup, smearing it all over your face after fucking into you. but no one talks about how he enjoys acts of service and physical touch.

graves loves taking care of you, it's something that brings him joy, knowing he can be the provider for you. he enjoys the way you cuddle into him at night - even whilst you're asleep - just desperate for his touch and warmth.

and whenever you're on your period, he takes care of you as if you're royalty. well, technically you are; you're his princess, he'll do anything for his girl. his hands work as a hot water bottle due to the heat, surprisingly warm as they're usually neutral. he makes you fall asleep quickly, giving him time to cover you in kisses, massaging your belly and making you mumble pleasure in your sleep :(((

graves takes care of all the chores. bundling you into a blanket, a wooly and warm cotten blanket wrapped around your body on the couch. he'll let you choose any snow or movie, laying atop of you and making you whine from the weight of him :(((( sometimes it's oddly comforting, like a weighted blanket. stroking your head and brushing it for you, letting you fall limp in his grasp.