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shadowlali · 8 months

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the house sitter

COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~ 3.3k summary: Phillip gets help from the neighbors’ daughter. masterlist

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N, not too many details on reader's appearance, reader can blush but in only one scene, implied age gap, use of toys by and on f!reader, oral (f! receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, some proofreading a/n: phillip rescues a stray in this and i actually think he would make a really great cat dad! :)

When Phillip bought the new home, he isn’t surprised to find a stray cat at the front door. He's surprised that he's come to care for the small, black cat. He isn’t a superstitious person, but the cat matching the colors of his beloved company only encourages him to believe that buying this home is a good sign. When he's informed of a pressing situation back at base, he's worried about leaving his new friend alone.

He speaks to his neighbors, your parents, and they're quick to offer you as a house sitter. Except, they don’t inform you he’s stopping by to leave the keys and instructions. You hear the doorbell ring and assume they've forgotten their house keys before their trip into the city. So, you open the door in tiny, cotton shorts and a bralette, fully expecting one of your parents to be standing in front of you.

“Oh! Um, hi?” you ask, a little confused to see a stranger at your door.

“Well hello there,” he pauses before continuing, “My name’s Phillip, I moved down the street. Your parents said you could house sit for me while I’m gone for a bit. My cat, Phantom, needs someone to feed and watch him.”

The surprised look on your face is the culmination of a few things.

One, the stranger in front of you is the new neighbor your parents have talked about and who you thought was much older. However, the man in front of you can’t be older than mid-40’s and very handsome. Typical all-American good looks with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Two, you slowly become aware of the clothing, or lack of, that you are wearing. And while his eyes stay on your face the entire time, you don’t miss the quick sweep of his eyes and the smirk on his face before his feature cool again. You chalk it up to the heat of the sun that causes your body to warm up, and not because you like the way he looks at you.

Three, you have no idea what he was talking about.

“Nice to meet you Phillip uh – I’m sorry, you said you needed a house sitter for your cat, Phantom? And you spoke to my parents?”

“Ah! I guess they didn’t tell you yet. I just spoke to them on the phone and they said if it's alright with you, you could stay at my house. I’d offer to bring Phantom here, but I think it's best if he stays home.”

“Yeah, okay. I could do that. How long will you be gone?”

“Two weeks, give or take. I fly out tonight and I’ll let you know once I’m flying back. I don’t mind if you have your friends or a boyfriend over as long as Phantom stays calm.”

Now Phillip doesn’t need to mention the boyfriend part, but he can’t deny how curious he is to see if you have one. He wasn’t expecting a sweet nymph, like you, to open the door, especially in those tiny shorts and even tinier shirt. Could it even be called a shirt?

“Uh no – don’t worry. My friends aren’t back yet for their summer break. And… no boyfriend. It’ll just be me and Phantom at your house.”

Phillip smiles wide, “Well, darlin’, I’m sure you and Phantom will have a good time.”

You try not to let it show how much you enjoy the pet-name he gives you or the slip of his southern accent, your nipples becoming sensitive against the bralette and a deep pulse being sent directly to your pus–

“How about I get your number before I leave and take you over to the house so you can get a good lay of the land?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Um, let me change and put on some shoes. I’ll be right back.”

You hear a light laugh as he steps inside to wait for you. The short drive to his house is mostly uneventful. He asks you a few questions about what you're studying and if you had taken care of a cat before. You actually love cats, and are used to your roommate’s cat back at college.

You also think it's incredibly kind that Phillip took in stray, not expecting someone so imposing to worry about defenseless animals. Phantom has a shiny black coat and is so cuddly the moment you walk in the door. He wraps around your legs, purring deeply. You bend down to pet his soft head, Phantom taking that moment to jump in your arms.

Phillip laughs,“ Looks like he really likes you.”

“I think I just fell in love. I’ll take good care of Phantom. I promise.”

“I believe you.”

He shows you around the house, smooth wood and dark leather a theme throughout. Phillip’s home is far from cluttered, but there are touches of him everywhere. He has photos of what you assume are the soldiers at his company, books placed in random spots as if he needs something to read while in a certain part of the home, but so incredibly tidy and clean.

“Phantom’s taken a liking to sleeping in this bed, I just keep my door open at night in case he wants to come in. He’ll get antsy if I’m downstairs too late, so I try to be upstairs at a good time for him to do his security rounds and then sleep,” Phillip says with a laugh as he brings you upstairs, motioning to the fluffy bed next to his door.

“The guest bedrooms are down the hall. They’re not set up yet and I have too many boxes in there to move right now. You are more than welcome to sleep in my room. I’d actually prefer if you did, to not throw Phantom off his routine. I changed the sheets before I went over.”

Phillip does have too many boxes inside all of the guest bedrooms, so it's not exactly a lie. He's short on time, and can’t stay for too long. And sure, they're all empty boxes that he can easily move into one room. But the idea of you lying down in his bed arouses him like no other.

“Uh, are you sure? I mean I could move some stuff around, I don’t mind,” you say, a blush rising on your cheeks at the idea of sleeping in his bed.

“I’m sure, darlin’. I think you’ll like sleeping in my bed," he says, sending a quick wink your way.

Phillip takes you back home after the tour and gives you a set of keys and written instructions. You pack your essentials, transferring some clothes from your unpacked suitcases into a duffel bag while you wait for your parents to get home.

While arranging your things, you manage to drop the small, black box that holds… well, what helps you destress and take the edge off on these long nights. It's thick, dark pink, and vibrates with enough intensity for you to see stars.

You debate for a second if you want to take it with you. Two weeks without your toy seems too long. You were actually going to use it while home alone but were interrupted and left a little hot after meeting Phillip. You quickly stuff it into your bag once you hear the door open and your parents’ voices float through the house.

Phillip’s house is cozy and interesting. He has a large book collection in his home library and a collection of vinyls. Phantom is great company, either lounging on the various cat posts set up through the house while you read and listen to music, or lying in your lap when he wants attention.

Phillip’s kitchen is fully stocked and has a few plants along the window sill. His garage has only one vintage sports car and a motorcycle, the other lifted truck being taken by him. The nights spent in Phillip’s bed make your heart race. The sheets smell like fresh laundry and the unmistakable scent of sandalwood cologne. You associate that smell to Phillip: clean and woodsy.

You try so hard to be good the first night and respect his bed, but your fantasies run wild. Dreams of Commander Graves spreading your lush thighs and stroking you with his tongue or fingers until your vision goes black. Dreams of his hands gripping your waist as he pounds into you, your hands clawing the sheets from the pleasure.

On the second night, you grab a towel and place it on the bed, knowing you'll cover the silk sheets with your wetness. You're a little nervous and feel a little guilty. What would he think if he saw you right now? Would he enjoy it? Or kick you out and call your parents? Ultimately, the positive fantasies win as the toy is thick and able to hit all the right places. And that’s how you spend your nights, either in Phillip’s ginormous tub using the toy or in his bed.

It's nearing three weeks at this point. Phillip had let you know it might be a little longer until he came back and you know it would be difficult for him to contact you while out doing his job. You should’ve been prepared for him to come back and maybe not let you know in time. Which is exactly what happens.

Phillip has exerted serious amounts of energy these past few weeks. He didn't expect this mission to take so long, but luckily he's back on his jet flying home. Before he knows it, he's passed out from exhaustion and doesn’t call or text you that he's coming back. Once the jet touches down, it's nearing midnight.

Phillip decides against contacting you, believing you’ll be asleep by this time. A short while later, he arrives home and walks in. Phillip walk into the downstairs bathroom, hearing the pitter patter of Phantom’s paws coming to greet him. Phillip’s heart soars, Phantom’s coat only shinier and smoother since he last saw him. Phillip takes a shower, allowing the hot water to wash away his exhaustion.

Phillip would be lying if he said he isn’t at all curious to know what you look like sleeping in his bed. He tries to stay downstairs, knowing he could go into his office and read or watch TV in the living room without disturbing you.

But, what if there is something wrong? What if you had kicked the covers off and were cold in your sleep? What if you left the window open and the hot air was causing it to be incredibly hot in the room? Deciding that he's only thinking of your well being, he ascends the stairs two at a time.

Once he nears his room, he hears low whines and a quiet vibration sound coming from within. Thinking you're in pain, he pushes open the door, seeing your pretty legs spread wide, your head thrown back in pleasure, and the unmistakable view of you fucking yourself with a thick, pink dildo.

“Just like that Commander Graves, fuck me just like that! Oh God,” you plead.

You didn’t hear Phillip walk into his home or the shower turn on in the downstairs bathroom. Granted, Phillip is a skilled soldier who learned to walk quietly given the nature of his job.

You also don’t hear the woosh of the door push open, only hearing the low groan escape from his throat. You jump up in fear, your face beet red once you realize who stands at the door. You're incredibly embarrassed, to say the least.

“Oh – fuck! Holy – I’m so sorry Phillip! I didn’t hear you get home! I didn’t hear my phone either! I'm so, so sorry!” you exclaim, voice on the verge of tears.

Phillip stays still for only a moment, his chest bare and a pair of black silk pajama pants low on his hips.

His hand drag across his face, a smile forming on his lips. ”Who were you imagining?”

“I – what?”

“Who. Were. You. Imagining?” Philip enunciates each word, walking closer to the bed.

Your breathing is fast, your mind trying to catch up to what is happening. ”I – Phillip, I’m sor–”

“No, I don’t want to hear that you're sorry. I want you to answer my question,” he orders.

“I was imagining… you, that it was you, fucking me,” you whisper.

“Is that what you want, babydoll? You want Commander Graves to fuck you? You want my tongue on your clit and my fingers inside that pretty cunt? You want me to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow mornin’?”

You whimper at his words, your pussy hot and slick. He nears the bed, dragging his fingers across the sheets, close to your legs but not quite touching you.

“I need you to ask me, babydoll. I won’t do it unless you ask me.”

“Yes Commander. Please, I want you.”

He grabs both of your ankles and drags your ass to the edge of the bed, your head falling backwards against the mattress. Your thighs are spread obscenely at his waist, your thin nightgown pushed off your shoulders and ruched at your stomach leaving your breasts and pussy bare to his eyes.

He looms over you, dragging his mouth and tongue over your nipples before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. Phillip’s soft lips caress yours with each kiss, tasting like mint. His tongue plunges in and out of your mouth while his fingers skate from your ribcage to your soft thighs. He gives you one more wet kiss before having you remove the nightgown, his eyes trailing down to your open thighs.

“This cunt as sweet as it looks? So slick and creamy for me?”

You can’t respond, can only watch him fall to his knees to tongue your entrance. Your heart beats in your throat a mile a minute. Your mouth opens in a scream, back arching as his tongue lashes from your entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Phillip’s moan vibrates against your core, moving his fingers to tease your slick entrance. He pushes a finger in slowly, allowing you to adjust before pushing in a second finger.

“Fuck darlin’,” his mouth moving to leave small bites along your inner thighs, ”your cunt swallowed my fingers so quickly. Look at how red and swollen you are, so desperate for me.”

His fingers speed up, curving inside with each thrust.

“Commander, ah! Fuck, just like that!” your cry, voice high pitched and needy.

“How often did you fuck yourself in my bed? Did you wish I was here with you? Watching you play with this pretty cunt until I fucked you silly?”

“It was the da –” he takes that moment to give a hard lick to your button, interrupting you, ”day after I got here. Yes, I ima – imagined you fuck – fucking me in your bed.” Each word becomes more difficult to say as pleasure claws at your skin.

His hand reaches for the toy thrown haphazardly to your side, turning it on and placing it at your entrance. Phillip continues lapping, inserting the toy inch by inch. Your denied orgasm from earlier only causes this one to hit you like a truck.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the feel of the toy deep inside of you, vibrating non-stop and the feel of Phillip’s tongue slashing at your clit. You move your hips, trying to escape the torrent of pleasure.

Phillip places a firm hand on your lower belly, preventing you from moving, ”Take it.”

You squirt on his mouth and the toy, feeling like you're floating. He finally removes and turns off the toy, wiping his mouth along your inner thighs.

“How was that babydoll?”

You're drunk off pleasure, only able to respond with a small groan. He laughs and mounts the bed, dragging you up to the pillows. Your body is incredibly lax, allowing him to maneuver you he wants.

He places a pillow under your hips, getting you level with his waist. Phillip finally kicks off his pajama pants, freeing his heavy cock. Your energy slowly returning, you place tentative fingers along his length, loving how firm he is. He wraps your hand fully around his length and gives a few pumps, leaning down to kiss your lips and chin.

“Your hands are so soft, darlin’. But I can’t have you touch me too long or else I'll finish too soon. I want to sink in your swollen cunt first, will you let me?”

Your body shudders at his words, ”Yes Commander.”

Phillip leans back, his smile wide, showing his fanged teeth at the corners of his mouth. He spreads open your thighs, pushing your knee to your chest. You're fully and completely exposed to him. The bright moonlight highlights your perfectly swollen and slick cunt. Phillip teases your entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Babydoll,” the nickname draws out in a groan, ”you feel so fucking gorgeous.”

He sinks all the way in, his hips fusing to your folded thigh. Phillip drags out in an unhurried pace, wanting to burn this moment into his mind and body forever. He's a clever and accomplished man who commands respect in every room, but his brain has completely short circuited in this moment.

All he can think about is your gummy walls squeezing him into oblivion, your sweet aroma, and the moans slipping from your throat. Phillip reaches with one hand to pluck your nipples, hard tipped and begging for attention. Your hips begin to twist and match his rhythm, his hips pumping faster and the wet noises becoming louder. You place a hand over his, making sure he doesn’t stop kneading your breasts.

“My poor babydoll… All alone in this big bed. Having to touch herself every night until I got home. So ready and needy for me.”

His words are like honey over your skin.

Your voice is pleading when you whine, ”I needed you so bad, Commander.”

“I’m here now, babydoll.”

You're being fucked into the mattress, each thrust deep and unrelenting. His eyes move from your face to your jiggling tits and to your slick lower bodies. Phillip moves his thumb to swipe repeatedly at your clit, causing electric sparks to shoot behind your eyes.

His thrusts become sloppy and clumsy, lips placing kisses along your jaw and mouth. You twist and squeeze around him, loving how perfect he feels inside of you, much better than you could’ve imagined. Phillip moves to bury his head in your neck, your leg bent as far as possible as he drags out completely before sliding back in with hard strokes.

Lightning spreads fast throughout your body, your nails dragging down Phillip’s back. You cover his cock in your wetness, Phillip’s body becoming weak from the pleasure. He follows shortly after, his moans loud in your ear. Phillip spills inside of you, fucking you until every last drop of him is inside of you. He drops halfway on you, your bodies sticky with sweat.

“You okay?” Phillip asks after a few moments.

“Perfect.”

The rest of the night is spent with your legs around his waist or your ass up while he pounds from behind. You stay a few extra nights at his home, letting your parents know you're still helping while Phillip recovers from his mission. Phantom loves every minute of the extra attention.

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aphrodisiaxcunt · 20 days

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My Favourite

Roommates fem!reader x Phillip Graves au

Content: Smut, kitchen sex, mention of age difference, reader 21!+ no younger :), bad accent writing, creampie, p in v

Word count: 1,7k

If people want, I can make a masculine version of this as well :3

You knew he was coming home today. You knew he would be exhausted, and you knew he would definitely be hungry. So here you were, a little over 2 hours into cooking because your roommate would be coming home from his mission. Some of your friends didn't understand why you'd be living with an older man as roommates, but to you, it was pretty clear. You needed a small rent, which he gave to you. You would simply pay for your own food and the room you slept in. He, on the other hand, needed someone to take care of the house when he was away for work. It was that simple. You were nearly done with dinner. You had vegetables and potatoes simmering on low heat in a pot, a casserole in the oven, and a cheesecake chilling in the fridge. You were right in the middle of washing your hands when you heard the familiar rattling of Phillips keys in the lock. A wide grin creeping onto your face as you rub the water off on your cliché 'Kiss The Cook' apron.

If you were honest, which you'd never actually be outside of your own head, you had started getting quite attracted to Phillip. He was gentle, caring, and nothing like the men your age. Phillip actually listened to your troubles and didn't immediately try to fix them. He would just listen and try to understand. Deep in your thoughts and biting your lower lip, you hadn't noticed Phillip walk to the kitchen before his arm was wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to his side.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" His voice is coy, and there's a smile painted on his face when he looks at you. You lean over the stove to lift up the lid of the veggie pot, checking in on them so you don't manage to burn them to the bottom. "I'm making a casserole, steamed veggies and then there's a surprise in the fridge~" Hearing your voice is like music to his ears, being home with a familiar face is a nice break for him after spending two months away from this. Away from you. Phillip rests his head atop of yours and takes in a deep breath, smelling your freshly shampooed hair. Blood rushes to your cheeks, covering your face in a pinkish blush.

"Got you somethin' sweetheart.." His words catch your attention. Every now and then, he brings you souvenirs from his work trips, and every time, it's a complete surprise what it could be. You can never guess if it'll be a sweet snack from a small ethnic store, a possible scam clothing from a street vendor, or a wood carving of your favourite animal. All of which you have gotten before from him. He removes his arm from your waist and takes out a small black box from his pocket, handing it to you. Your lips form a smile as you mutter a shy 'thank you' to him before opening the box. You pull a hand up to cover your mouth and let out a shocked gasp. Your eyes switch focus between his smiling face and the beautiful diamond necklace laid gently in the box.

"Are you serious?" Your voice comes out quiet as your eyes finally set on him. Phillip takes the box from your hands and picks the necklace carefully out from the cushion. He moves your hair to the side as his hands go around your throat to put the necklace around your neck. "What? Ya don't like it?" A teasing tone hidden in his voice as he leans down to your eye level. "No- I mean, yes, I love it -" you struggle to get your words out, muttering out scrambled explanations and holding his hands, trying to assure him it's perfect. Only when you realize his smirk and chuckling you shut your mouth in realisation that he knows what you meant and you just look down feeling a little stupid.

His hand gently caresses your neck over to your jaw and lifts it slightly up, making you look back at him. His eyes trail down your face to your lips before moving back to your eyes. Alright fuck it, you only live once. You pull him closer by his shirt and press your lips against his in a passionate kiss. It doesen't take him long to give back the same energy and pull you into a deeper kiss, hands traveling down your body and settling on your ass, giving it a squeeze and pressing himself up against you. Your arms quickly find their way around his neck and his hands find their way to the waistband of your shorts, shoving his hands down between the fabric and your skin. You let out a moan against his lips and stop the kiss to messily pull his shirt over his head, his toned and muscular body shouldn't be a surprise to you but it still makes you take a double look over his torso.

Suddenly, you feel his hands slip out from your shorts, planting onto your ass and picking you up to his waist. Your legs wrap around his body, and you lock your fingers together behind his neck. He starts attacking your jawline with kisses, and as he trailing them down your neck and towards your chest, it pulls a moan from your lips. Feeling secure again once Phillip sets you on the kitchen counter, he pulls you to the edge, and you feel his hands run up your thighs. "This alright hun?" He asks, his fingers tugging slightly at the edges of your shorts. You give him a quick nod and awkwardly shimmy your shorts off for him. His arms snake around your waist to untie the apron as the fabric of your shorts falls down your legs to the floor.

Phillip takes a step closer to the counter, taking his hard cock out of his slacks. You allow your arms to fall from his shoulders, and instead, you hold onto the edge of the counter for support. "Yer so good for me, aren't ya sugar.." His words make you spread your legs a bit more. He places a hand to your knee, making his way gently to your inner thighs. He runs his thumb over your slit through your panties and presses it against your sensitive clit, it makes your legs twitch and instinctively try to close up. His body between your legs is quick to put a stop to that motion. "Yes, sir.." Your voice is shaky. He leans closer to you and plants a comforting kiss against your lips before pulling back. Phillip takes a hold of your panties, pulling them to the side and dragging the hot tip of his cock through your wet folds. A groan escapes his throat, and he chuckles. One hand still holding onto your thigh. "Yer so wet, and I haven't even started.."

You grip the counter with everything you can muster, shaky breaths falling from your lips before his cock entering you pushes a gasp out of you. Putting your head back and closing your eyes as your pussy adjusts around his dick. You feel his position shift as he leans to kiss and nip the sensitive skin under your jaw before starting to slowly thrust up into you. Your head snaps back down, and your eyes shoot open to look at him. He grips your thighs, and his thrusts get faster while he looks at your face for your pretty reactions to his cock. You moan his name out desperately, making him fuck into you harder. "Ya want more, huh? 'S that so, baby?" You whine out a sickly sweet 'yes', and he pulls out of you. You cry out a whine, and you're about to start raining complaints on him, but before you're able to, he picks you up. Setting you back on the ground and turning you around before bending you over the countertop. You let out an embarrassing sound when he thrusts back into you, now his cock rubbing against your insides from a completely different angle. His hands move to grasp your hip dips, and his movements go up to an unfamiliar roughness. Fucking into your cunt like an animal in heat.

You plant your hands against the counter for support and let your head hang loose between your arms. You feel Phillip lean over your body and kiss your neck, whispering praises in your ear that your brain can't even comprehend right now. Your head feels heavy, and uncontrolled moans and whines make their way out of your mouth. Phillips breath on your nape feels hot, and your body starts slowly aching from tensing up due to his harsh thrusts. You buck your hips back against his thrusting, and your eyes go blurry. The pleasure is too much to take. Your legs try to close up at the knees as much as physically possible, and your pussy clenches around Phillips cock.

"Please- fuCk- Phillip, I'm close -.." Your voice comes out pathetic and desperate as you try to fuck yourself back on his cock. He kisses your cheek and hums out an affirmative 'mhm', dragging his hand down between your legs and starting to rub your clit. Thrusting into you harder, cock prodding at all your good spots like a cock molded just for you. Just for your pussy. Of course it doesn't long take for your orgasm to take over you, white seering pleasure covering your entire body like a blanket. Moaning out and tearing up as you tremble against the counter, trying to handle all of the pleasure. Phillip thrusts a few more times into you, hips stuttering as he cums as well, groaning quietly into your ear as he cums inside of you. He stops and buries himself as deep in your warm cunt as possible, kissing your neck and cheek with a smile on his face.

"Such a good fuckin' girl ain'tcha?" The praise makes you melt and you nearly fall to the ground when he pulls out. Holding onto the counter while he puts his dick back to his pants. You're about to turn to face him, but he picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. "Wait- I gotta finish making dinner.." You whine. "It's fine hun, let me finish it for ya.." He lies you down and brushes your damp hair off your face. "What's the surprise in the fridge, love?" He asks you, pulling the apron off of your body

"It's a cheesecake.." You say, looking up at him with loving eyes.

"Mm, my favourite~.."

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AHAHAA fuck finally, sorry I took so long I dyed my hair in the middle of writing this??? I've lately been obsessed with Graves he's so baby girl so ofc I had to write ab him :3 Hope yall love this as much as I love him. BYEEE AND xoxo♡♡

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konigceo · 5 months

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the new and improved freddy fazbear's pizzeria graves fic !

tw : afab!reader, implications of pregnancy (very very minimal), mutual breeding kink (??), out of character graves, graves has a little sister, around 6-7

graves has 2 things that he loves in this world. the first is his family, and the second is you !! he prayed for so long that you and his family would get along, and you do !! his parents invites the two of you over for dinner all the time, you were even invited to his sister, lily's birthday party !!

graves is always so thankful that lily loves you, n seeing you with her gets him thinkin !! he secretly wants to start a family with you, give you the cutest kids :(( all he wants is to have a big family n a few dogs :( he's still a bit afraid to tell you this tho, he's afraid it'll scare you off, and what if you're not prepared :(

whatever the case is, he still loves to talk a whole lot, mumbling out "w'na make you full, baby," when he's about to blow his load :( his hips grind up against yours, his scarred hands moving to your cheeks. "wanna give you the cutest kids, sweetheart, let me, please?" you've never seen phil so desperate, and it gets your stomach tighten. you let out a quick nod, mind fogging up with pleasure :(

"w-words, baby, need words," phil slurs, his lips inches away from yours. you keep your whimpers to yourself, and muster out a pathetic, "p-please, wan' your kids, phil!" how can poor phil keep his composure when you beg so nicely for him :( his lips crash into yours, his tongue feeling like it's burning against yours. you clamp around phil, like you don't want him to pull out ! he didn't plan on it, his seed spilling inside your swollen cunt, truly filling you up♡

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time goes by, and you and graves are once again at his parents' home ! you see lily on the carpet, giggling with the family dog, and her head turning towards you once she hears the door creaking. she gasps out, "ahh! she's so cute!" lily reaches her hand out towards your little baby, swaddled up in a flower-printed blanket. you laugh out, smiling at lily, "mhm, lets go sit. you can hold her."

taglist : @coqvttes @riddler-zs @ange1ace @acinnamongirlsdiary @sopplle @angelicful

p.s. : not sure if the tag was wanted but uhm here's the graves fic !! @puff0o0

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l0v3tast3 · 10 months

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horny thoughts !

phillip graves who loves hatefucking you. you're just so mouthy; just because you're basically his "right hand", you think you can talk to him however you want. with every little comment, every snide remark and snark uttered under your breath, his self-control is chipped away at bit by bit until he's pushing you into his office and up against the locked door. it isn't long before he turns you to face the door and buries his cock into you, keeping you up with one hand on your waist and the other covering your mouth.

"don't wanna get caught, do ya sweetheart?" he whispers in your ear, but the force he uses to drive his hips into your ass makes the door rattle. he's trying to make you moan, loud and whiny so that any passersby will know exactly what's going on in their commander's office. he makes you call him that, "commander", when he finally takes his hand away from your mouth to start toying with your clit. phillip loves to make things difficult for the people he doesn't like, so when you try to bring your own hands up to cover your mouth, he'll catch your wrists and hold them against your stomach, but of course, every time you let out a whine that can be heard over his thick cock bullying into your dripping cunt, he'll slap your clit and tell you to shut up.

after you cum from that, eyes rolling back and nearly falling save for his tight grip on you, phillip takes you over to his desk to bend you over for the sole purpose of leaving your ass bruised. every so often he'll give you a break from his relentless strikes for every noise you let out, wrapping a hand around your throat to arch your back and lift you up just enough that it restricts your air flow a little. "how many times am i gonna have to fuck you dumb for you to stop being a little slut? always fuckin' mouthing off to me, knowin' damn well where you'll end up. y'love being used by your commander, don't ya doll? y'think they all know what a whore y'are for me? all of 'em are so scared of you, should i tell them what you let me do to you?"

neither of you make time to talk about how soft phillip is with you after you're both finally sated. he'll clean you off and lift you into his lap until you're fully conscious again, rubbing his hands over you languidly. when he thinks you're dozing off, he grazes a soft kiss on the top of your head and lets you rest for as long as he can. both of you try not to think too long about that, or about how he kisses you before you leave in a way that can only be seen as sweet.

#should i write a fic based on this?#kinda wanna write a fic based on this #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x female reader #phillip graves smut #reader insert #— lilly writes! ♡

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mother knows best ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

summary: mama knows love when she sees one. or three.

warnings: mostly Phil & Jeff’s mom’s POV, mentions of angst (teen!Jeff cheating but not on you, family fights, parents passing away), very tiny allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of fluff towards the end, Mama Denise is yours and her boys’ number one fan 🩷

a/n: thought I’d use this chance to write this after this ask! this is based on this lil' post! I know Jeff’s mom is named Linda but this is about him and Phil, a.k.a. my mind, so say hello to Mama Denise! pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

Denise Baker has always been a sweet lady. The epitome of a Southern’s hospitality. Married twice, first to a man named Danny Sadecki, then the second being Tom Graves after Danny passed away. They were good people. The best, feeling grateful each day for giving her the best gifts a hopeful mother could ever ask for.

Two amazing boys.

Keeping their last names rather than changing them to her maiden name was instinctive. At a one-year-plus age gap, Phil took after his mother’s Southern twang whereas Jeff followed his stepfather’s general American accent. They grew to be one happy family, and the brothers, despite their differences in interests and personality, would fight tooth and nail for one another.

But since Tom’s passing, the boys have been less lively, and understandably so. No matter how well they hid their sadness behind innocent smiles each time their mother was in the room, she could see right through them. She didn’t know what she did to earn such sweet boys, always attentive to their Mama at a young age, but she had always hoped to see the fire in them return someday.

That was until they met you.

You and Phil were the same age, just beginning middle school with his brother somewhere a little further from the Bakers’ than the town’s high school.

The brothers had been waiting for their mother to pick them up when you slid next to Phil in the waiting chair. It was raining cats and dogs in Wiskayok, so you had to squeeze yourself into the bus stop to avoid getting drenched.

“Sorry,” You squeaked with a guilty smile when your shoulders touched.

Phil was beyond the age of believing in cooties, plus, he and Jeff were a mama’s boy, and she didn’t raise a woman (girl?)-hater.

“S’okay.” His smile was half-hearted, a little miffed that he couldn’t get to the stand in time when it began raining, and at this point, Jeff had noticed your sudden presence. They’ve seen you before, especially Phil. You always sat in front of him in class, mostly seen with full of life and blinding smile with a missing tooth.

“Your mom’s coming late, too?” Phil knew he didn’t have to make the conversation any longer than he’d like, but he had no reason to do that with you. You were so… nice, and yet, so respectful. Always giving him a wave instead of barging into his personal space bubble like a lot of his classmates did.

Plus, his mother was already thirty minutes late, what was there to lose?

“Yeah. My brother and I have been waitin’ for a lil’ while,” He replied with a shrug, pausing for a second before asking, “You?”

“Yeah, same,” You responded, though more lighthearted than he was, kicking your feet as you looked at the road, “It’s okay, though. Mom’s always busy. They’re probably tired. So long I’m not alone here, I’m not scared to wait for my mom.”

There you go, with your smile again. Phil couldn’t help but smile back, it was tiny but you could see the slight quirk of his lips. Jeff, too, found your positivity infectious and had been listening.

He had joined in on the conversation moments after. It was fairly light, with Jeff doing most of the talking, but that didn’t mean Phil wasn’t listening and chiming in once in a while. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Denise came, rushing over to her boys with an umbrella and endless apologies.

You were ready to say goodbye to the two and resume waiting on your own when Denise approached you with a motherly look.

“Hi, darlin,” She crouched in front of you, with Jeff and Phil at a perfect height as they stood under her umbrella, “I’m Denise, Jeffrey and Phillip’s mama. What’s your name?”

You were a lot shyer with her, considering she was an adult, but you trusted her enough with your name since you kinda knew his youngest.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Even with the heavy rain, her soft-spoken voice was hard to miss, “D’you know when y’mama will come pick you up?”

You shook your head, telling her that with your mother working at a busy cafe, it could vary. And like you told the boys, you were alright with waiting rather than daring to walk home since the bus stop was always full. Still, Denise, ever the kind-hearted woman, offered to drive you to your mother’s workplace.

Denise understood that you were wary and good on you for being careful, but to her surprise, Jeff and Phil were nice enough to reassure you. And whether you agreed because of their mother’s gentleness, Jeff’s natural talent to make you feel comfortable with all three of them or even the hint of promise in Phil’s eyes that everything was going to be fine, Denise was glad you did.

Your mother was extremely thankful, even offered to pay for their lunch for their next visit, but Denise refused and with the two becoming fast friends just as you were with Jeff and Phil, the rest was history.

Though, high school was… eventful, to say the least. While the two of you remained close, almost joined at the hip, you and Phil sometimes preferred backing off as Jeff’s popularity grew. Not that Jeff’s behaviour changed with the two of you, he was still the dorky, good-willed boy you knew.

Although you and Phil may have fought a little with Jeff when he told you about his cheating on Jackie with Shauna. He broke up with Jackie soon after, but his decision to stay with Shauna may or may not have affected your friendship. You and his brother weren’t too keen on the idea of their own friend/brother being a cheater after all.

Jeff especially hated it when it rocked what the two of you had. He was dumb enough to think ending up with Shauna or Jackie would make him forget his interest in you, and surprise surprise, it didn’t. The three of you stayed close friends, though he promised never to bring up about Shauna around you or Phil at all.

And then, high school ended.

Phil’s decision to leave town for the Marines was not only the biggest shock to the neighbourhood but especially to his own family. Not that he didn’t have the means to be one, if anything, his mother and brother knew he’d be one of, if not, the best ones out there. He just never expressed his interest in military work at all.

Throughout their years as a family, Mama had never seen the two fight so badly until Jeff discovered that Phil had been considering leaving Wiskayok, leaving their mother after they both finished community college. Though their fall-out didn’t last long, no more than two weeks, especially when their mother expressed her worries and sadness over their rocky relationship.

Plus, Jeff didn’t want what strong bond he had with his brother to end just like that. He cared for his brother too much, and in their moment of vulnerability, he apologized for not doing more in their high school years. When some of his peers saw his little brother as his shadow rather than a person. Phil insisted that he barely cared about them, even flat out said they weren’t necessarily his friends unless it had to do anything with football.

They hugged it out, and Mama was over the moon. Suddenly, the thought of Phil leaving for the military wasn’t as difficult, knowing that her boys were still going to keep in touch, and on a high note, no less.

He spent his last month in Wiskayok with you and your mother with the most mundane of things.

But oh, how Mama’s emotions dipped when you, too, left shortly after your mother passed away.

She couldn’t put it past you for doing so. How could she, when you’ve been nothing but an angel? A one in a million and she’d be damned if she convinced you to stay like a bird in a cage. As much as she and Jeff would love to, insisting that there was something for you in town, but just like with Phil, they didn’t. It was far too selfish of them, and you had so much potential.

And as thankful as Mama was to have Jeff by her side at all times, there was someone else.

Shauna.

Shauna never sat right with her, no matter how far she was ‘willing’ to go to get to know her future mother-in-law better. Though the smile she brought out of Jeff was nowhere near as big or as wholesome as he was with you, there was a hint of guilt for feeling the way she did. Hoping you’d end up with one of her sons.

But she wasn’t the only one thinking as such, but Jeff felt that he had lost his chance when you left.

So, he carried himself again to be a better person, especially when he truly believed Shauna was the one, much to his mother’s disbelief. Hell, she’d seen bigger smiles from him when he was with that Jackie girl before they broke up.

But her boy was insistent.

Maybe, for once, her mother’s intuitions were wrong.

And as the days went by, the possibility of Jeff putting a ring on Shauna grew higher, Mama did her best to accept her as her own. The two were civil at best, and no doubt that was enough for the two.

But the years grew dull for the Sadeckis, and the second Jeff came knocking on his mother’s door at two in the morning, his wife not in sight, she knew she should’ve done more to stop what they had.

It began with petty arguments, with Jeff being the one apologizing to Shauna, despite knowing she was in the wrong or if she began the fight in the first place. Then it became quarrels, something about her nonexistent book club when in reality, she had been meeting up with a man named Adam.

Each time Mama received a call from her eldest, telling her that he and his wife ‘needed space’, she’d cook up a nice meal and make sure his old room was ready with the amenities he needed.

If it weren’t for Jeff’s attempts to calm his mother down, telling her it wasn’t worth the trouble, she would’ve marched down to Shauna’s front door and knocked some sense into her with a rolling pin. How dare she point her finger at Jeff, attempting to invalidate her own faults by saying it was him who cheated first during their years of marriage, thus, giving her the green light to do the same.

Although yes, Jeff has done it once, when he cheated on Jackie, he regretted it. Immensely, especially seeing the disappointment in his mother’s face. Oh, how he apologized to her like he had committed the biggest sin of all, and frankly, he did. And though his mother was dismayed by his dishonesty, she knew when any of her boys truly regretted something.

Boy, never has he wished for things to turn out differently and still, he wanted to work things out, when he tried to show his mother what he saw in Shauna.

And she did, but she didn’t see what she or Jeff hoped she’d saw. The final straw was when his wife—his ex-wife disrespected his mother in her own house. He had given her many chances, forgiving her more times than he could count, but he could not stand for her raising her voice at his beloved mother.

Denise had every right to feel grateful when the divorce happened, but that didn't mean she openly celebrated it in front of her son. But Phil was different, even went as far as having a congratulatory gift sent to their doorstep since he was still on duty. Despite knowing his brother was rolling in dough with his line of work, Jeff couldn’t help but gawk at the gifts, much to his mother’s amusement. A set of cashmere sweaters that probably cost anywhere from half to one grand, complete with a few bottles of fragrances and even one of the finest reds to commemorate the moment. Plus, a personalized rose-gold bracelet for Mama because why wouldn’t he want to spoil her at any given chance?

And though he and his mother did enjoy a few sips after moving back into the Bakers’ house, he couldn’t help but wonder how you were doing.

But he didn’t have to wait for long.

The day you and Phil returned to Wiskayok, standing in front of Mama’s door, she nearly dropped to her knees. Not only has she missed her youngest boy, despite his efforts in calling and texting and visiting in secret each time his deployment ended, but she most certainly missed you, too. It was your first time visiting since the very day you left, after all. Phil didn’t take it to heart when his mother scolded him for not telling her that the two of you were colleagues and maybe were together.

In reality, though, she had a feeling that you were still around. Closer than what you made them believe.

There were days when Phil had a chance to call his mother, and she’d suddenly bring you up. Wondering aloud if you were alright, how life was treating you in God knows where, and somehow, Phil’s confidence in his responses, telling her that he was certain you were doing well, she believed him. Word for word. As if she knew he was with you throughout your journey to find yourself, just like he did.

And she’d be right when the universe reunited you and Phil on the battlefield. When Shadow Company joined forces with 141 and Los Vaqueros, not expecting to find the girl of his dreams amongst the chaos and in those years, you laughed, you smiled, you wept and you released yourself for him and him alone. Finally acknowledging what the two of you were afraid to address as teenagers all those years ago.

Phil couldn’t imagine bringing his walls down for someone other than you and though like with everyone else, he still kept up the proud and almost infuriating act, no one else had the privilege to see the more caring, affectionate side of him except for you.

But Mama wasn't the only one surprised by the revelation.

On the first night of your arrival, Jeff didn't talk much, instead, hanging on to your every word. From the very moment you reached the city alone for the first time, till the very day you carried yourself into your team and reunited with Phil. How you even remembered the gifts you were meaning to give him and their mother in the middle of the conversation. And as the night fell, you insisted on booking a hotel not far from the neighbourhood.

Oh, how Mama has missed the old days when she'd tell you to stay over, making sure to call your mother about your whereabouts. While she wouldn’t dream of replacing your mother, it was understandable how her attentiveness for you has skyrocketed, now that she knew you and his son were coming over much more often.

Still, she had conditions, eyeing Phil with a knowing look before telling him that you’d be staying in the guestroom. Still spick and span for hopeful days like these. Phil's cheeky smile was worth a thousand words, knowing his mother had caught on to what type of little games the two of you played. Her eye-roll was good-natured, even letting out a hearty laugh when she caught the embarrassed look on your face.

Throughout your stay, she saw how your relationship with Phil blossomed, and how the more-than-friendly feelings between you and Jeff were beginning to rekindle. How her sons’ true emotions—their true colours were showing in that same very house as it always did, as if nothing had changed. Mama knew there was something more to the loving looks they’d give you whenever you looked away.

And when she saw the three of you hanging out and sitting close in the backyard patio, watching the stars and laughing over a stupid stunt one of them had done as kids, she knew that you and her boys were going to be A-ok.

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a/n: we love mama denise. ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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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.

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faith369 · 4 months

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Read your graves fic and omg 😍

I have a request: fem!Reader gets accused of being a barracks bunny (not true) by other shadows, because she's shacked up with graves (that part is true, they just like to roleplay sometimes which is how they heard her say a different name). She gets frustrated and asks the group what tattoo is on her back, because if she is a BB, they should all know that answer.

The only one who can smugly answer is graves. "She doesnt have back tattoos, just scars from the (vehicle) accident, hickies from me, my handprint on her ass"

loveee this

“Fuck off, honestly,“ you hissed, your words didn't have much effect on the 3 shadows infront you expect for teasing grins to form on their faces. You were sick of the rumor of you being a barracks bunny, normally you wouldn't even be bothered by it, especially because you knew the only reason for that assumption was the fact that you and Graves indulged in role play more than once, but it was getting out of hand so much that you started to get reduced to that title and you didn't work that hard to be where you are just to get belittled by men who gossip like their lives depend on it. Your sharp words weren't noticed by the other men in the break room, the majority of them directed their attention to the scene. “Hey, I'm just saying the truth you earned that title yourself” that response made you almost physically lash out at the man, the only reason you didn't was the simple fact of not wanting to be labeled emotional. So you opted to go the smart route and simply decided to disprove those idiots. “If I am such a barracks bunny, you surely know what kind of tattoo I have on my back, huh?” The guys looked at you, the startled expressions on their faces giving you a sense of satisfaction, you knew you had dismantled their little rumor. Sadly, the feeling didn't last long. A recruit joined the conversation. "A snake,“ the boy had the audacity to grin at you. You knew he was lying because you don't- "she doesn't have.“ The surprise of hearing Phillip's voice behind you was written on your face "The only mark she has is a scar from a car accident.“ The room went quiet. "And if you wanna know it so detailed, a few hickies are on her as well, and an imprint of my hand is on her ass both are from me“ You blushed at his words, not expecting the last part.

“So if I hear you spreading rumors like this again, I'll bury you, and you recruit, we are having a talk now”

-Requests are open <333

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Phillip Graves Headcannons

A/N: These are supposed to be somewhat realistic, I lived in Texas for three years on an Army Base & Jesus Christ they’re flooded with plenty of Phillip Graves

Phillip Graves x F! Reader

• You met Phillip while he was on a four-day weekend at a UT vs. Baylor football game

• You were one of the cheerleaders on the sidelines & you caught his eye immediately

• I mean c’mon those shorts & chaps mixed with Pom Poms (The UT Cheer uniform is so stinkin’ cute)

• Your friend pointed him out to you at first

• “Girl that man has been staring at you”

• He was nearly focused on you the entire game, you kept smiling & giggling at him the more he looked

• He found you as you were walking out of the stadium, he asked you out & ofc you said yes

• There’s 100% an age gap (this man’s ego is equally as large as big as Texas)

• If you’re in a sorority he attends the formals with you

• he drives the most lifted extra pick up truck you can imagine

• “Babe can you even see over the damn steering wheel?”

• As you graduate college he proposed to you (with a two carat diamond) & you had a elaborate wedding on his family’s ranch in Texas

• You had multiple wedding dresses designed by Berta bridal

• Surprise Pom dance for him with your cheer teammates

• After the wedding you honeymooned in Italy

• Ofc y’all decided on off post housing so you be able to have every commodity on the planet

• hear me out indoor swimming pool

• Even though you went to college, Graves is a very traditional man he doesn’t want you to work

• You have different hobbies, go to cycle class, shop ofc, get Botox done etc.

• Since he’s a very traditional man I do feel like he’d hold some old fashion views that were engrained in him from childhood

• He’s a religious man to some extent (he’s from Texas there’s no way around that)

• He 100% loves to show you off on & off post

• His Shadows at first were in pure disbelief that he married you, hell some of his Shadows are closer in age to you

• Buys you lululemon work out clothing for the “quality” he loves the way your body looks like those damn align leggings

• You guys do go line dancing & the both of y’all are pretty good at it

• He loves to go to the range to shoot in his free time, & he’s a hunter (I apologize to my fellow animals lovers) but not a trophy hunter

•He conceal carries a handgun at all times

• He makes delicious Deer jerky

• This man collects old Allied WW2 firearms

• He loves History Channel documentaries on WW2

• full on dad stance in front of the tv while watching

• “Honey come look at this!”

• He’s not that old but due to his time in the Marines & current job he does have bad knees, a bad back etc. the cracking his body does is insane

• He does take pills for that & you have to remind him to take them

• Whenever you ask him to read something he whips out his old man glasses

• He is always losing them too, so at work he will wear contacts (no one knows about this at his work)

• “Turn the radio I can’t see”

• He adopted a golden retriever puppy & a German Shepard puppy for you

• They’re your guard dogs when he’s away

• You got pregnant a little bit later in your marriage solely because Phillip was focusing on work a lot in the beginning of your marriage

• He was over the moon excited that you were pregnant

• Your gender reveal was powder inside of a target & be shot at it

• It was blue, you were having a little boy

• He made sure the nursery was set up prior to him leaving

• When you went into labor Phillip was about to go on a mission & it was the most excruciating experience knowing something horrible could’ve happened

• He watched your baby be born on FaceTime. It hurt him to see you upon so much pain & just surrounded by medical staff

• Due to a miscommunication & an ambush he unfortunately got held up

• He didn’t meet your son until a month after you delivered

• He looked at the photo he had of you in his plate carrier in the safe house he was held up in wondering how you & his newborn son were doing

• His Shadows & their significant others gifted you the most beautiful baby gifts once they returned from the missions

• Graves would fall asleep with your baby on his chest in the living room after feeding him in his recliner

• Your son’s little face would be smushed up against Graves’s chest drooling on his t-shirt

• He too would bring your son to work, but once he started crawling (I swear if there’s one thing that will break any hardened military man is a baby)

• Once your little boy is old enough he would play football & baseball

• Graves also helps coach when he can, he too played those sports as a little boy

• He’d also probably take him hunting too & teach him how to live off of the land

• The saying Once a Marine Always a Marine rings true in the Graves’s household

• Just like his old man your little boy joined the Marines

• Graves is a true traditional family man at heart & does everything he can to shield you guys from his line of work

✨NSFW✨

• huge daddy kink, his ego is already big & he loves the idea of you having to rely on him

• Loud office sex whenever you’d visit

• Cockwarming him while he does paperwork

• You’d wiggle around & he’d hold you down

• You went topless in Italy when you went to the beach on your honeymoon, & he constantly was grabbing at your tits

• You adopted the habit of tanning like that in the privacy of your backyard

• Major breeding kink too

• He loves finishing inside of you

• He’ll also use you to take his frustrations out when he’s had a rough day at work

• Lingerie especially red lingerie is his favorite

• He’s 100% a boob man & he’d be happy to pay for fake tits if that’s what you wanted

• You’d 100% wear his cowboy hat while riding him

• He spanks you as a punishment

• You do have sex in the back of his pick up truck under the infamous Texas starry nights

• You two have made so many sex tapes together from all different angles

• He also has so many nudes of you

• One or a couple may have accidentally gotten leaked to his team (this just fed his ego more)

• You’d also probably wear his old marine dress blues for the Marine Corps birthday as you rode him

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gothicflowers · 4 months

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Graves X Reader

Keep Hands To Yourself

nsfw MDNI!

Based off song Keep Your Hands To Yourself

Warnings: Slight NSFW, you can’t tell me graves wouldn’t know every lyric.

I got a little change in my pocket goin' jing-a-ling-a-ling. Wants to call you on the telephone baby, a-give you a ring

But each time we talk, I get the same old thing

Always no hug-ee no kiss-ee until I get a weddin' ring

My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf

She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

She’s never been interested in one night stands, situationships or having a man that won’t prove that she’s worth in diamonds and gold.

B-B-B-baby baby baby why you wan' treat me this way

You know I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way

That's when she told me a story, 'bout free milk and a cow

And said no hug-ee no kiss-ee until I get a weddin' vow.

He respects your decision to wait till marriage. Hell Philip will admit that in his twenties he was the definition of a military manwhore. He actually is turned on that men are constantly trying to DM you or buy your drinks at bars. Knowing damn well you’re going to look them up and down and laugh in their face. But the thought of him being your one and old for eternity on your wedding night. Like fire in his blood.

My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf

She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

Now you wouldn’t call yourself a prude. You dressed in a sexy and classy way. So different from the trends of today. Your breasts and waist always drove Philip wild in those tight summer dresses. And don’t get him started on your ass. He know that he wasn’t allowed to grab much but took every opportunity to lay his hands on your ass. But he realized he loved the finer details of you.

Your hair color under the sun. Your small hands he held. Your eyes watching the sunset. Your waist when he hugged you and held you as you’d slow dance in the kitchen.

Hold it here

See I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in

But that's when she started talking about true love,

Started talking about sin

Philip took care of your every need. The man was practically on his knees for you. He wanted to express his love in every way humanly possible. He’d imagine your moans, what you’d feel like as he pleased you over and over.

And I said, honey I'll live with you for the rest of my life,

She said no hug-ee no kiss-ee until you make me your wife-a

My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf

“You more excited for tomorrow, or tomorrow night Philip?”

“Well when you say it like that baby it makes it sound like I’m only in it for those soft curves of yours. I’m just excited you’re finally becoming my wife tomorrow. I mean I do plan on pleasing you all night until you feel fulfilled. I live to love and serve you”

“Aww I love you Philip”

“And getting to smack that ass”

*smacks Philip upside the head*

She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

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shadowlali · 7 months

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imagine phillip wanting to start a family so bad to where hes practically begging for you to let him put a baby in you :( so you finally let him

baby crazy

COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader

wc: ~ 800 [18+] masterlist

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, some proofreading, use of “daddy” and “mommy”, breeding kink (he definitely puts a baby in reader), unprotected sex, mentions of ovulation (very brief) a/n: anon, i’m going crazy (in a good way) with this request. pure horny brain rot below, enjoy! :) <3

“Oh god, darlin’ – please!”

Your mouth is open in a silent scream, feeling each hard plunge of Phillip’s cock pistoning in and out of you.

“Make me a daddy, please,” Phillip whimpers, fingers tightening on your hips.

He knows your ovulating, creamy juices sticking to him with each thrust into your pussy. You bite into the pillow by your head to stop yourself from looking at him, knowing you’ll find him close to tears trying to convince you.

Phillip tries a different tactic,” You’ll be such a perfect – oh, oh – mommy!”

He has you stretched open while he peppers bites and kisses across your hard nipples. He’s been begging all month to let him put a baby in you, claiming he had a dream of you with a round tummy and swollen tits.

“Phillip, Phillip, Phillip,” you scream as another orgasm takes control of your body.

He’s so close, balls heavy with cum destined just for you. Phillip doesn’t allow himself to cum, not even when your velvet walls choke his cock or when you splash him with your juices.

You feel him slow down, moving a hand to palm the soft skin of your ass and place kisses on your closed eyelids. Your heart expands in your chest. Phillip is a lot more vocal with his desire to start a family with you, begging you for a baby any time the conversation comes up.

Phillip would drag two or three orgasms out of you each time he fucked you, then finish between your thighs or paint your lower tummy with his cum when you gently told him you weren’t ready.

You’re ready now, having chosen the perfect time to take him deep in your pussy. He just isn’t aware… yet.

He leans back and closes his eyes to catch his breath, slipping out halfway from your wet opening. You open your eyes to look up at him, messy hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and strong hands propping your thighs open.

“You’re so handsome, daddy,” your voice soft.

Phillip’s brain short circuits, feeling as if you electrocuted him. He opens his eyes to see you smirk and fingers reaching for his slick cock.

“Did you – did you just call me daddy?”

You continue, nodding at his confusion,” I want you to fill me up. Make me a mommy.”

His blue eyes are intense as they stare at you, your fingers still stroking his hard length. Phillip’s hand immediately grabs your wrist to stop your movements.

“Give me the pillow by your head,” he bites out.

Your pussy clenches around him at his tone, moving fast to give him the pillow. You know he feels it, Phillip’s face contorting from pleasure but managing to control himself. He quickly slips the pillow underneath your hips to give him a better angle.

“You’re absolutely sure, darlin’?”

“Yes! Plea-”

You can’t even finish your sentence before Phillip slams back inside. He curves into your body, placing a hand by your head. His cock stretches you with each thrust, deliciously slipping inside with the help of your juices.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Phillip chants, “gonna’ breed my little darlin’ so good.”

You look straight up at him, scanning his face and pretty blue eyes. He looks pussy drunk, teeth biting his lower lip and eyes so dilated they look almost black.

Your thighs tighten around his waist and you begin to claw at his back. His balls make a slap, slap, slap sound against your ass and you once again cum.

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” You scream, throwing your head back.

Phillip plunges faster when your slick walls flutter around him. He feels delirious, only thinking about filling you with every drop of his cum. He forces himself to breathe, your walls clenching his length and your stunning face staring up at him with soft eyes. Phillip drops his forehead into your neck, wanting your sweet scent in his nose. You shiver with the after effects of your orgasm, wanting his cum to paint your insides.

“Phillip, daddy,” you drag out the word,” please cum in me. Make me a mommy.”

Your sweet moans and scent consume him until he can’t hold off anymore. His orgasm strikes him like lightning, balls tightening before shooting thick ropes of cum in your swollen pussy. You help him, twisting your hips in small circles and squeezing his perfect cock.

Finally too sensitive to continue, he drops on top of you. The side of his face presses against yours, and you place small kisses on his cheek. You stroke his hair and whisper a soft I love you in his ear. Phillip turns slightly and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Love you too, darlin’,” he smiles against your lips,” can’t wait until you make me a daddy.”

as always i appreciate any comments, reblogs, or likes! thank you for the support, love you! :) <3

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luboy7rt · 28 days

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How I Think COD (Farah, Alex, Laswell, Graves, and Nikolai) Characters Might Hug You!

(Remember This is just what I (My headcanons) think their hugs might be like, enjoy reading!) (Platonic, romantic) (GN - Reader)

Farah Karim:

- I think Farah’s hugs are careful, and gentle of what she thinks you wouldn't mind. Carefully placing her hands on your forearm or elbow as he would pull you into a soft short hug.

- Farah would glance over your face or body to ensure you were comfortable, by checking on your facial expression or body language.

- Farah would twirl your hair or clothing between her fingers just to have something to do or she would hold your hand firmly.

- Usually, those types of hugs are a bit longer but if it was a quick hug, she would pull you in then gently push you away once it was done and she would keep moving.

- She isn't that used to physical touch but Is willing to give it as long as it's not too much, I think she could get pretty overwhelmed or antsy If it goes on too long.

- If you are taller than her, she would rest her head on your chest or shoulder and wrap her arm around your forearm to bring you closer to her heart.

- if you are shorter or around the same height so would rest her chin on your shoulder and wrap her arm around the middle of your back to do the same, so you would be chest to chest and able to feel each other's heartbeats.

- She likes to ensure during hugs that she could either 1. Hear your breathing or 2. Listen or feel your heartbeat, it simply calms her down and she is quite used to worrying over her friends or loved ones.

Alex Keller:

- Alex's hugs are quiet and relaxing, he would let out a sigh of relief and rest his eyes.

- His cheek would gently rest on your shoulder, chest, or head. Always listening to every little thing you do or say.. He would literally melt into you.

- He would hide his face into your neck and take deep breaths, forgetting he could definitely accidentally tickle or annoy You with his facial hair.

- He would pat your head or massage the back of your neck during longer hugs.

- He likes hugging for a while.

- He likes physical contact and wouldn't mind if you were clinging to him, he would just give a big smile and not mention it even if other people ask why.

- His thumb would gently rub over your knuckles or fingers, finding doing little patterns sweet.

- He would also sway during hugs, front to back or side to side, he would maybe even hum quietly.

- This man is warm and willing to share it.

- Quick hugs are little side hugs, where he pulls you into his side and flops his head over your shoulder or head before getting back to what he is doing.

- Basically, like a weighted blanket, puts all his weight on you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders to pull you in close.

Kate Laswell:

- Laswell hugs are quite rare, unless they were half assed friendly hello hugs. For those hugs, it would be an awkward little front hug that ends with a back pat.

- Her rare hugs would feel quite safe, her arms either wrapped around your waist or one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head.

- She wouldn't necessarily pull you into a hug, but if you went up to her and asked for one she would allow it.

- Her hands are either on your hips or the side on the sides of your stomach, I believe she would gently rub over that area or pick at the bottom of your shirt.

- She would rest her chin against your forehead if she could, if she couldn't then she wouldn't exactly lean on you.

- She would allow you to lean into her through, she wouldn't push you off if you wanted a hug.

- Not into that much PDA, small touches or short hugs are fine, but if the hug lasts too long, she would gently pry you off of her.

Nikolai:

- His hugs are a bit ‘lazy’, hugs are usually just side hugs while walking, his arm thrown over your shoulder, loosely tugging you around.

- He would pat your shoulder or head as he would tug you along to go see his new upgrade to his helicopter.

- He's accidentally a bit rough, tugging you somewhere, or placing you somewhere during these side hugs.

- His hugs aren't the greatest, but it's warm and tight.

- He would wrap one of his arms around your head, and pat the top of it, or pat your jaw.

- Once the hug is done, he'll push you away gently and snicker if you stumble. But he'll ensure you don't fall by grabbing your forearm.

- He's not into that much PDA but when he does touch someone, He soaks up the physical touch, bonking your head with his knuckles, or poking you annoyingly.

Phillip Graves:

- This man does all types of hugs, his most common are side hugs or front Hugs.

- His front hugs are firmly and tight, patting your back. His arms are tightly around your torso or your back. His arms tightly wrapped around, squeezing tightly but not enough to actually hurt.

- He would let out a sigh, and move his head around quite a bit, his jaw one moment would be digging into your head, his nose pressed against your neck, or his chin digging into your shoulder... He would keep changing it until he gets comfortable or you complain loud enough for him to get annoyed.

- He likes physical touch, his hand was always on you, your shoulder, knee, head, etc.

- He wouldn't let go, you would have to ask him to let go, and he might pretend not to hear it the first time.

- He would squeeze you and rest his hand on the back of your lower back

- Might tickle you, just to hear your laugh or to simply annoy you, he would have a smug smirk or let out a laugh.

- He would either be very quiet or be very rambling about his day. When he's quiet he just wants to relax but when He is talking he talks a lot and it doesn't matter if you respond or not, he's willing to just keep talking.

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novelant · 2 months

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Everything and the Kitchen Sink pt1

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Fem! Reader

Summary: You meet Phillip at your local homeware store while figuring out how to fix your sink

Genre: Fluff

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: None

Reminder: This is purely fiction and will have no correlation to in game character or backstory

Masterist Here !!!

You had taken it upon yourself to repair the sink so you decided to visit your local homeware store to purchase the necessary tools. However, you were faced with the challenge of not having any knowledge about appliance tools. "What to do?" As you muttered to yourself in frustration, you noticed a man standing a few feet away. When he noticed your intense gaze, he turned around and greeted you. “Can I do something for you?” Your intense gaze focused on the materials in front of you. Biting your lip as you scan over every pipe and fitting to find the one you quickly scribbled down on the first piece of paper you saw before rushing out of your house. Noticing a man down the same aisle as you, you look over at him debating if you should ask him for help. He seemed to notice you before you did and his voice seemed to startle you. "Oh ... Umm yeah. My kitchen sink sprung a leak and I need to find the right things to fix it and I seem to be as useless as a white crayon." The man could not help but chuckle at your amusing analogy.

“You know, as much as I’d love to laugh at your comparison, I understand that it must be frustrating to be confused in an unfamiliar environment.” He gestured to the large array of products in front of you. “You definitely chose the most confusing part of the store to get lost in. I’m Phillip Graves, and I’d love to help you pick out the correct pieces for your leaky sink.” "Go ahead, laugh. I'm not wrong. I'm so confused here." I giggle. You introduce yourself and smile up at him. You hand him over the scrap piece of paper with the scribbles of what you need on it. "Seems I need a few things. Sink spraying water from a few places. Say I need a tailpiece, a swivel P- Trap, a housing and a drain elbow. And none of that makes sense let alone what it looks like." “Oh boy! Your sink has definitely sprung some issues.” The man eyed the paper closely, he was impressed by the detailed information you had provided about the problem. “What a surprise to see that a woman as gorgeous as you is taking on plumbing! Your paper indicates that you are pretty knowledgeable with your parts and their functions. I’d gladly help you find the pieces and answer any questions you have as we search.”

"Oh no don't get that idea, I took photos and compared them to a deconstructed photo of a sink online to make sure I was getting the right thing. Not that knowledgeable, I don't know how to fix the damned thing once I go back home." You follow Phillip down a couple aisles to make it to the plumbing section to find the correct items to fix your sink. "Ah, I see. You're quite the crafty planner, aren't you? You certainly came prepared for fixing your little plumbing issue and that shows how smart and resourceful you are." Phillip complimented you with a sweet smile. He continued guiding you to the aisle that held the parts on your list. "This one looks like the one you need for your tailpiece." He pointed to a black and chrome metal joint. "Oh thank you. I had to come prepared though. I can't really afford to hire a plumber right now." I smile weakly back at him. He picks out the tailpiece and you grab the drain elbow a couple of rows over from him. Standing back you scan the shelves to see if you can find the last two pieces left on your list. Phillip kept nodding as he understood your current financial situation; he had gone through something similar before. “Ah! Here’s the P-Trap piece, and lastly, we have the housing.” He picked out the last two pieces you needed from the shelves and collected them both.

“I think that’s all you need. Let me know if I can do anything more to help.” "Thank you Phillip I really appreciate your help." You thank him profusely. "Oh gosh. I've just realised I've taken you away from what you're doing here. Can I try and help you gather what you need as a thank you?" A sweet smile formed on his face at your offer. "That would be really sweet of you; let me think, I'll need a couple of wooden boards, a circular saw for a project, and some light-weight fabric." He scratched his head as he tried to remember what else he needed. "May I ask what for? Is it for home?" You're already heading in the direction of the fabric aisle knowing easily where that is. Your curiosity made him chuckle softly, he would gladly tell you what the fabric was for. "Actually, I'm creating a play castle for my young son. He's been asking for one for a while, so I figured it'd be more special if I built it myself."

Your features soften as he mentions it's for his son. "Oh Phillip, that's so cute and thoughtful of you. We're going to find the perfect fabric for this castle." Trailing over all the fabrics you stop at a dark blue one with gold stars on it. You haul the long roll of fabric out to show Phillip. "I'm not sure but this is pretty perfect to me." I say "obviously you can say no though." Phillip's eyes shone at the sight of the fabric. "Oh wow, this fabric is incredible. Its vibrant tones and vibrant colours really capture what I want to portray for this project. It matches with the overall aesthetic of the play castle." "Thank you for picking it out. I'm sure that my boy will adore it. He loves the stars and these are quite exquisite!" "I'm glad I could help you Phillip. It's the least I could've done after you helped me in my predicament." You could tell that he loves his son a lot.

"I don't mean to come across strong but if you need pillows or blankets made for the inside of this little fort then... I mean I sew." Phillip could not resist but to raise an eyebrow at your offer. "Oh? You sew too?" he asked with a smirk, he could not believe how many skills and talents you have. "Well, I suppose I would need some pillows and a couple of blankets to make the play castle feel cosy for my dear boy. Could you be able to craft those?" "Of course and saves you money on a professional seamstress as well... Well all of the money, you don't have to pay me of course." I measure out the fabric to a rough amount for the blankets and pillows. Cutting it and placing it in the basket with the plumbing materials for the sink. "That is very sweet of you, but I could never accept something like that without at least giving you a little something in return." To show you that he was willing to pay, he pulled out a twenty dollar bill and held it out for you. "At least take this. You can get yourself a nice drink or something for being such a great help." "Please I insist it's okay. I mean I won't take too long to complete anyway so it won't take much time at all." I push his hand back to refuse the twenty dollar bill.

"All I ask, if it's not too much, is your number so I can message you when they're complete." A soft blush formed on Phillip’s cheeks as he tried to conceal the growing smile that was growing in his heart. Your request warmed his heart and made him truly believe that this encounter was not an accident, as if fate itself was bringing the two of you closer. “You’ve done so much for me already that I’ll gladly accept. Please take my number.” You take out your phone and hand it to him to put in his number. Instantly messaging him that it's you. "I appreciate all your help Phillip but I have a leaky sink to go and try to fix. I'll message or call you when the cushions and blankets are finished." You smile before turning on your heel and heading to the cashier to pay. Before you took your leave, Phillip offered one last smile of affection and said, "Sounds like a plan. I hope you have great luck fixing your sink."

As you walked away, he could not help but smile in satisfaction. His son was going to be extremely delighted with this gift, but the prospect of having another interaction with you brought him just as much joy. You pay for the items then drive back to your flat to try and fix the sink. You put on a step by step YouTube video to explain how to fix it. As you're doing so you unscrew something that wasn't meant to be and water sprays in your face. Trying to quickly screw it back in. You grab a towel and start wiping at your face and hair. You debate calling Phillip as he mentioned he was handy at DIY. Your fingers hover over the dial buttons before hitting call and putting it on speaker phone so you can look at instructions online while on call. You hear a few rings before Phillip finally picks up the call. The sound of his voice instantly calms you down. “Hello…is everything alright?” His worry quickly spread through his tones. It was apparent that he was concerned for your wellbeing when he heard the water spraying behind your words. "Hi Phillip, sorry to call you like this but I am definitely as useless as a white crayon when it comes to fixing this sink. I've just drenched myself." Phillip could not conceal his amusement at your remarks. At least you had retained your sense of humour. He chuckled softly for a few seconds at the thought of you being drenched with water. “Aw, it’s perfectly okay. I’d be lying if I said I don’t find this a bit funny. Do you need my help? Or should I let you figure it out yourself?” "Some help would be nice but I'm probably taking time away from you being with your little boy and I couldn't do that. I mean you're more than welcome to bring him along. I'm sure he'll have fun watching his daddy fixing a sink." I laugh. Your offer to invite his son along to join the repairs made him laugh even harder. “I think you’ve forgotten how little he is. My son is only a year old, so he wouldn’t be very helpful except for maybe bringing me some parts.” The thought of his little one trying to carry plumbing tools filled him with amusement. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I can try and keep the little man entertained while you figure out where I've gone terribly wrong trying to fix this sink. Let me text over my address now so you can come over whenever." Your request was too much for him to refuse. The thought of spending yet more time with a beautiful woman like you was too difficult to resist.

Upon receiving your address, he quickly sent a response back that acknowledged your invitation. “I’ll swing by in a few minutes, just hold tight, and I promise to help you sort out this disaster of a sink.” "Thank you so much... Again. You're a lifesaver, see you both shortly." You tease about seeing his son. With that you hang up the phone and get changed into the clothes that are not soaked through. Deciding to leave your hair wet, not caring about it for the time being. Your teasing made him chuckle softly at the thought of having his little boy at your house with you in such compromising situations. The image was humorous to him, and even in his thoughts, he imagined you both having fun with his son. At the thought of the encounter, he quickly finished his tasks and raced to your home, eager to help and see your face again.

Time passed until you heard a knock at your door. Opening it you see Phillip. His son in one arm and the other carrying a tool box. Stepping aside you let them in. "Come in. It's like a bomb site here so watch your step. You can put your son down in the living room. I can get him occupied with some cartoons while we work if that's okay with you of course." The thought of you entertaining his little boy while he worked brought a soft smile to his face, his son would surely enjoy the cartoons you pick out for him. Phillip carefully put his son down in the living room, making sure to place him on a soft couch or chair. He then turned back around to smile at you. “Everything is fine; thank you for accommodating him. I can get started on it right away if you show me what you were trying to fix?” You grab your iPad and put on some cartoons. Hearing his squeals and babbles makes your heart swell. "Yes, so I was trying to fix the tailpipe and I must've loosened something instead of tightening it and yeah now we're here." Phillip chuckles as his son’s giggles echo throughout the living room. The sight of his little boy so delighted by being at your home made his heart melt. He listened to the tale of the tailpipe loosening while shaking his head in amusement. It sounded like you had tried your best with the sink. “I see. Luckily, the tailpipe should be easy to tighten back again. It’s just a simple issue. Do you mind if I work on it myself?” "Yes of course go ahead I'm just going to be just behind you watching though so I can see where I went wrong." Phillip looked over to make sure that his son was doing fine with the cartoons behind him. The thought of his son enjoying himself while in your presence caused him an unexpected amount of comfort.

With his son in good hands, he set his toolbox down and got to work. Phillip carefully worked on tightening the tailpipe as you watched over him. The job itself was rather simple, and he could not but admire your willingness to learn and watch him work. Phillip quickly made work on fixing the rest of your sink. You take the liberty of watching how to fix a sink and making sure his son was okay all at the same time. You hear his son getting slightly restless and you head into the living room to comfort him. You pick him up and hold him on your hip and start to bounce him while making your way back over to Philip. The bouncing of your hips did not go unnoticed by Phillip, for it was quite a sight to watch. While he concentrated on his task, the gentle rocking motions you made with your body made his blood rush a bit. He could smell your perfume as his nose twitched from the faint scent of your perfume. It was a charming scent that made him want to breathe even more deeply. "Hey, is everything going well there?" You ask, still comforting his son on your hip while he continues to watch the cartoons. “It’s going quite well.” Phillip responded to you without even looking up. The sight of you so lovingly carrying his son like that brought a smile to his face. He had never experienced this before in his life, so seeing this sight of you cuddling his son made him feel very comfortable. “I’ll be done in a few minutes, just need to tighten a couple more screws.” "Oh that's brilliant. Thank you so much again Phillip I have no idea what I would've done without your help.'

Phillip could not contain his amusement at your compliments. For what seemed like a simple repair, it seemed like a much bigger task to you. It was adorable to see how grateful you were for such a small task. The tightening of the screws was the final step in the repair, and after ensuring that the connections were secure, he turned to you and smiled. “We’re all done with the repairs here, so your sink should be in proper working order.” Phillip’s warm, inviting eyes filled with amusement and compassion. He still felt a sense of amazement seeing you hold his little boy in the same position his ex-wife once held him in long ago. He felt comfort in your presence; the scent of your perfume and your gentle aura was making his heart throb lightly. You thank him a thousand times more with a bright smile on your face. You could tell he was in awe of you holding his son but you didn't want to say anything to ruin his moment. The sight of you and his son seemed too perfect to him. From the way you carried his son on your hip to how you were so grateful for such a small task, everything about you was charming to him. The urge to pull you into an embrace was growing more intense with each second. He was starting to feel more attached to you after this small task was completed. With a gentle and caring tone, he looked over to ask you a question. “Could I ask you something?” "Hmm oh yeah of course." You respond to him. Philip's warm eyes met yours, and for a few seconds, he seemed to struggle with finding the right words to ask his question. It was clear that your beauty had him at a loss for words when he asked. "What would it take for you to let me take you out to dinner tonight?” "Dinner!" You sound shocked. You didn't mean to come across as shocked as you did. "Dinner would be amazing Phillip" The idea of you accepting to go to dinner with him made his heart leap with joy, as you seemed quite surprised by his sudden question. Your shocked exclamation only added to the charm of the moment, and he couldn't but smile softly at the joy he felt at your acceptance. "Wonderful, I'll pick you up in three hours. Does that sound fine to you?" "Three hours would be perfect." You smile at him again. You look down at the little man in your arms and give him a smile too, pinching his cheeks and booping his nose. Walking over to Phillip you hand his son back to him. Sad to let him go.

Philip was not used to seeing such warmth and compassion towards his son. With every second, the boy became more at ease with you, and Phillip was enjoying the sight of his son interacting positively with you. When you handed him his son back in his arms, he looked down at you and then his son with a slight blush. "He seems to like you." Philip noted his son's affection for you. "I think he does." You blush slightly. "I think I'll be seeing you in three hours then Phillip." "Until three hours then." Phillip smiled as he waved goodbye. He was still feeling all warmed up from your acceptance. The thought of going on a date with you had suddenly made him curious about your personality further. This night was going to be a pleasant one for sure. The only issue was that the three hours seemed like an eternity to him now.

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bellgraves · 4 months

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Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader with König as special guest

Guys I wrote something because I was naughty all year and I will continue to be naughty in New Year 🤭🤭🤭

(I headcanon König to be blonde, sorry if canon is different but he is this big, blonde,austrian man to me)

(Sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not my first language and I still learn it!)

NSFW (MINORS DNI!!)

This is filthy erotic yall!! You have been warned 😉

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You, Graves and König were on the last floor in KorTac headquarters. Shadow Company just finished their mission for KorTac, all of the mercenaries were requested to come and take their payment. König was promised to get paid from both Shadow Company and KorTac. His performance in this mission was outstanding. But König wanted something else. Since he saw you on the field, he couldn't get you out of his head.

'I don't want money.' said König.

'What do you want then?' Graves was getting annoyed.

'I want to watch. Your pretty Shadow'. König looked at you.

Graves rolled his eyes in disbelief and laughed.

'You're one perverted bastard. How about I give you other girl. Roze? Or Mila?'

'No. You will give me her.' König pointed at you.

'She is mine.' Graves came closer to you instinctively trying to hide you with his body.

'I want my prize. You will let me watch or else...' König stood up and came closer to you two.

'Easy Colonel. No need for threaths.' Graves looked at König with smug smile.

'I'm a businessman. We will make a deal here. You will give me, half of your payment from KorTac and I will let you watch my little Shadow. How about that?'

'I agree. I think she is even worth much more'. König still looked at you.

'Commander...I never did something like this before..' you felt embarassed.

'Honey,listen to me. I won't let him do something to you without your consent alright? We will have some fun and that's it. That mission was one hell of a ride. All of us need some release.' Graves caressed your cheek.

Just before you wanted to answer that you actually don't agree to do any of that, König did something unexpected. He took off his helmet and sniper hood covering his face. You looked at blue eyed, dark blonde haired man with strong jaw. He was very handsome. He was different than Graves. More rough looking but not scary at all.

'Look at that! You decided to show yourself! You see my dear? König must really trust you.' Graves turned to you again, trying to comfort you.

'You're beautiful woman...I just want to watch you. Nothing more. You don't need to be afraid of me. I don't hurt pretty, little things like you' König smiled at you.

You looked at your Commander. Graves was so handsome in his Shadow gear,with his blue eyes and scar on the cheek, then you looked at taller König also blue eyed but more muscular. Both looked at you with desire. Both so manly and strong. Both of them having visible bulge in their cargos. You felt something jumped in your tummy. You swollowed your saliva and cleared your throat.

'Okay I will do it. But I want you both to keep it confidential.' You finally decided.

'Baby, what happens in the shadows stays in the shadows' Graves looked very pleased with your answer.

'One more thing. No touching eachother. She is still only mine to command.' Graves looked at König.

'Just watching.' König replied visibly amused.

Both of men sit comfortably on the couch while you sat infront of them on the carpet on the floor. You slowly undressed yourself from your own shadow gear, staying only in panties and bra.

Graves gave you encouraging smile and nodded, while König was just staring at you.

You unclipped your bra and throw it to their feet, then you took off your panties. For your suprise they were already soaked.

'Damn... So wet for us already' murmured Graves.

König just narrowed his eyebrows looking more intense at you now.

You started to play with your clit. One hand massaging your entrance and the other slowly pinching your nipples.

You focused on two handsome men watching you and that gave you, some boost of confidence and hotness.

You pushed inside one finger then two of them. You tried to find the spongy spot inside you, but you couldn't really reach it. You felt great pleasure, your juices falling and fingers making wet noises inside your pussy but you couldn't cum yet.

You started to moan and tried to work your fingers faster. König understood you without any words. He suddenly got up from his place and came closer to you.

'I said no touching' warned Graves.

But König sat behind you,making you lean your back on his chest. He then spreaded your legs futher from behind, making you stop touching yourself and you let out a whine.

'Commander Graves. Your little Shadow needs help. Could you come here to assist her?' König asked with his soft, german accent.

Graves didn't have to be asked twice. He shooted himself like a rocket towards you, literally buring his face between your legs. You were spreaded beautifuly, and he just started to larp, lick and suck your clit.

You moaned and throwed your head to the back, leaning more into König's chest.

Graves inserted two fingers into your hole, without stopping licking your puffy clit. His fingers were longer than yours, so he didn't have a problem to find the sensitive, spongy spot inside of you.

'There you are.' Graves groaned and curled his fingers more, making you squirm and reward him with more juices falling from you.

'Commander....commander...please...' you were panting and whining, feeling that the knot in your tummy is going to get released soon. The pleasure was overwhelming.

Graves didn't stop thrust his fingers into you, in the same time with his other hand he was making circles on your clit. He gave you few more licks with his hot tongue before you squirted on his face.

'Fuck, damn baby..' Graves rised his head a little to look at you with proud smile. Drops of your release was sticked to his chin and lips, making him look like he just got out from swimming pool.

'How does she taste like?' König lustful asked, almost whispering.

'Like a fucking heaven.' Graves gave you small soothing kisses on your tummy. Then he took off his gear jacket, shirt but he kept his cargos.

You were lying there all trembling from the orgasm that he just gave you. But that was just the beginning.

König leaned more into you and grabbed you by your thights, raising your ass up and exposing you more to Graves.

'Tell me how the other hole tastes.'

You spasmed a little at König's words.

'Commander...no please...is too much...' you tried to beg.

'Come here.' Graves squeezed you hard by your ass cheeks and slowly massaged with his thumb your twitching asshole. He inserted his tongue there giving you a solid lick. He started to circled it with his tongue putting it in and out, making you whine and mewl.

Some juice fell from your pussy. Graves collected it on his fingers and smeared it on your thights.

'That ass tastes sweet just like her heavenly pussy. Try it Colonel.'

König leaned into you and licked your tight.

'Fuck... You're indeed sweet girl.' König had to control himself to not just push Graves away and dive into your pussy. But he gave a word, so he sat behind you again.

He handfully grabbed your tits and squeezed them making your nipples pop out around his fingers.

'Commander, these looks like aching... Little Shadow probably wants you to take care of them too.'

Graves chuckled darkly and wrapped his mouth around your nipples and started to suck them. First left one, then the right one, at the same time taking out his cock from his cargos.

Graves turned you around making you kneel with your ass up. Your face was almost between König's legs.

'Now is time for some more fun.' Graves pumped his cock few times, spitted on your pussy, his hips thrusted forward, entering you with slight strech. You moaned at the feeling of fullness inside you.

His cock was pushing in and out of you hitting the perfect spot inside of you. His thrusts became faster, making you arch your back.

The sight of your bouncing tits and Graves fucking you from behind was too much for König. He unbuckled his belt and showed off his big, throbbing cock.

He started to fist it just few inches infront of your face.

'Damn, you're so tight doll' Graves groaned.

'Did you have her before?' König asked without stopping pumping his cock.

'Sure I did have her. But I can't get enough of her'. Graves smacked your ass.

König's cock was leaking a precum, he didn't break eye contact with you and having Graves making you lose your mind from pleasure, you reached out your hand to touch him.

König gently slapped away your hand.

'Shhh... No touching Liebling. We don't want to upset your Commander.'

He exchanged wicked smiles with Graves who noded with appreciation.

'I don't want to upset anyone...' You panted trying to catch breath.

'Scheiße.. You're so lucky Graves... to have little, obiedent doll like her.'

'Fuck... Sie ist wunderschön' Graves groaned and thrusted himself more into you.

'Ja... wunderschön...' König whispered.

Even that your brain was foggy, you understood that they're complementing you. Somewhere in back of your mind, you wanted to ask Graves where did he learned german, but all you could do is just let out a moan after a moan.

'I'm..gonna cum....' you whined

'That's it baby, cum for me and cum for Colonel'. Graves didn't stop his speed by rutting into you. With one hand he was squeezing your asscheek and with the other one he was making circles on your clit.

'Commander...Graves....Phillip....' you cried out from pleasure.

Your cunny clenched around his dick, giving you orgasmic release. Wet sounds of Graves cock and your pussy echoed throughout the room.

'Fuck baby' Graves movements became sloppier and with one hard push, he came into your pussy, painting your walls white.

He turned your head by your neck and gave you kiss.

You fell into the floor from exctasy, just when König was finishing himself. He was stroking his cock so fast and shooted load of his cum into your tits. He was panting, trying to catch a breath just like you.

König and Graves looked at beautiful mess that they have made. They high five eachother above your head.

Graves was pussydrunk and very pleased how this night has unfolded.

'Give her a kiss Colonel. She deserved it'.

König came closer to your face, slowly wipping your sweat from your forehead with his fingers. He gave you gentle kiss on your lips.

'Good job little Shadow.' König's eyes still shined with lust. He corrected his pants and put his sniper hood.

'I'll go for money. I have the bag in my car' König left the room.

Meanwhile Graves helped you to get cleaned and dress up.

'You did so well honey. We did have some fun didn't we?' He asked and continued to put you together. You were still little dizzy, but you came back to your senses.

'You made me feel amazing..thank you Phillip.' you smiled at him.

'You're perfect sugar, I'm not giving you to anyone. ' Graves caressed your cheek.

After few longer minutes, König came back to the room carrying black, sports bag. He opened the zipper. It was full of money. Probably few millions was there.

Graves reached hand to take the bag from König but he just passed him and left it under your feet.

'This belongs to her. Watching her, gave me a lot of pleasure tonight.' König smiled under his hood.

Graves looked suprised. Just before he wanted to say something, he got a phone call from Majka - KorTac leader of Strazar unit. König used this moment to break off his dog tags from his neck and hide it into your pocket.

'Don't forget me. I hope to see you again Liebling' he whispered.

You blushed hard. Did he actually liked you??

Graves didn't see or hear any of this. He finished his phone call and shook König's hand.

'Pleasure doing business with ya. If you ever want to work for Shadow Company, you're very welcomed here'.

'I will consider this.' König said and left the room giving you one last look. Graves turned to you.

'So this is how you want make money now huh?'

'What do you mean?! It was all your idea! I did this all for you!' you said with shock.

'Here in Shadow Company everybody respects Commander which is me.' Graves came closer to you and squeezed your arm.

'When I ask something you will answer with "yup yup" . Get it?'

You couldn't hold out and you laughed at him.

'I'm not one of your boys. I will not yup yuping at you. This is stupid.' You shaked your head.

'Stupid?! I will teach you some manners then.'

Graves in a second manhandled you and throwed you into the couch. Without any warning he pulled out his throbbing cock and shoved it into your mouth.

He started to fuck your mouth, making you gag. Drool was falling from your lips.

'When I ask....somethin... You answer with...??' Graves continued to thrust himself futher into your throat.

'Mphm...mhpmm....' You couldn't answer, your mouth and throat full of his cock so Graves grabbed you by the hair and pulled out his cock for a moment.

'You answer with??' Graves looked at your drool and tears falling from your eyes.

'Yup..yup..' you cried.

'That's my girl!! Such a quick learner! Now let's continue our manners lesson, shall we?' Graves thrusted back his cock into your mouth, making you whine.

You didn't know that in KorTac building there was cameras everywhere. Unfortunately they were hacked by SpecGru.

'KorTac is a full blown brothel. That's what they are.' said Ghost with disgusted voice watching everything on the monitor screen.

'But she's kinda cute. Don't you think Lt?' asked Soap with blush on his cheeks.

Ghost looked at Soap.

'Do you think, what I think Johnny?'

'Aye let's play with this little Shadow too Lt' said Soap with smile.

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icarustypicalfall · 4 months

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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."

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