#philip graves drabble

[dmitriene]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[beloveds-embrace]

(Bakery/coffee shop au where you have a specific policy of not serving people what they ask for, but rather what you think they need

141 part || konig part)

The bell above the door chimed, and before you even looked up, you knew this was going to be one of those customers.

The footsteps were confident, unhurried- the kind of walk that belonged to a man who thought he owned any room he stepped into. Sure enough, when you glanced up from wiping down the counter, a man was already flashing you a lazy, knowing grin. The same man you’d seen reading your policy outside right before he’s sauntered inside.

“Well, well,” he drawled, taking in the cozy interior of your bakery like it was a pleasant surprise. “Didn’t expect a place like this in a town like this.”

You arched a brow. “A place like this?”

“All warm, sweet, and welcoming.” He gave you a slow once-over before his grin widened. “Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

You sighed, already unimpressed. “Do you plan on ordering, or are you just here to flirt, sir?”

“Can’t I do both?” He leaned against the counter, eyes alight with amusement. “Tell you what- gimme a black coffee. Strong. No sugar, no milk.”

You barely hesitated. “No.”

His brows shot up, and for the first time since walking in, he looked genuinely caught off guard despite reading your policy. He must have thought it was just a joke, but nope. “No?”

“No.” You repeated, already turning to the espresso machine.

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, most places just give a man what he orders.”

“Well, I’m not most places.”

He watched you work, arms crossed, head tilted slightly like you were the most interesting thing in the room. “Y’know, I can’t tell if you’re stubborn or just like makin’ my life difficult.”

“I like giving people what they need,” you corrected, finishing up the drink. “Not what they think they want.”

A few minutes later, you placed a cinnamon breve latte in front of him and beside it, you set down a brown butter pecan cookie. You wished you could have given him something pink, filled with berries and cream but ah- you knew it wouldn’t fly that well, alas.

He stared at them.

Then he looked back up at you, brow raised. “You real serious about this policy?”

You wiped your hands on a towel. “Positive.”

He scoffed, but he picked up the cup anyway, taking a slow, experimental sip.

And that was when it happened, as always.

For just a second- so quick you almost missed it- his shoulders relaxed. His smirk faltered, replaced with something far more genuine. He let out a quiet sigh, the kind that came from someone realizing, damn, that’s actually good. Better than what I ordered, but I’d be damned if I admitted it!

You pretended not to notice that, and instead, leaned on the counter and smirked. “Told you.”

He set the cup down, running his tongue over his teeth as he studied you. “Gotta admit, you’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

“I hear that a lot.”

He huffed a laugh, reaching for the cookie. “I bet you do.”

The silence that followed was surprisingly comfortable. He took his time with the cookie, alternating between that and his drink, and every so often, you caught him glancing at you like he was sizing you up- not in an arrogant way, but in a huh, I actually like being here kind of way.

…You were talking to yourself a little too much today.

Finally, as he dusted the last crumbs off his fingers, he leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Alright, you win this round. But don’t think I’m lettin’ you boss me around forever.”

You tilted your head, eyebrow raised though you could barely stop your lips from curling into an entertained smile. “Oh?”

“I’ll be back,” he said smoothly, tapping a finger against the counter. “Gotta figure out what other tricks you got up your sleeve.”

“Sounds like an excuse.”

“Maybe.” He grinned. “But it’s a damn good one.”

With that, he tipped his head, turned on his heel, and strolled out after paying- just as cocky as when he walked in, but with a little more warmth behind the smirk. He’d left you even a little note.

Philip.

And sure enough, a few days later, the bell chimed again, and there Philip was.

Just as he’d said he’d be.

Coffee Shop Masterlist.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

though he'd never say it, philip graves is a submissive man when it comes to you. letting you stand over him like a goddess, taking his hair in your fist and guiding his mouth over your cunt, praising moans coaxing him as he sucks your clit and burries his tongue as deep as it can go. let him worship you, its all hes got when hes not out fighting (committing treason) for his country. let him smother himself in your ass cheeks, you are his safe-haven and he needs you to keep it that way with your praise and cum. suffocate him, its the only way he can breathe

[callofdoobie420]

Can’t stop thinking about Ghost not getting tapped out, and reader is there with her best friend. Her best friend just so happens to be little sister to Graves (not sure they would be there for the same time, but let’s stretch our imaginations! Ghost will stretch other- ahem…).

Anyways reader sees Ghost still standing there waiting, and decides to go over to tap him out. Graves already has his little sister there, Ghost has no one. Reader is obviously ~smitten~…*cue awkward flirting*…

Meanwhile Graves is secretly seething since he’s had a crush on reader forever. He was finally going to admit it to them, but now they are flirting with Ghost!

Does this exist? Help! Because I can’t stop thinking about it!!!

[crazyfandomluver]

There’s footsteps. Multiple. Feet pounding against the floor, increasing in volume as it nears, then fading away as it gets further. Turning your eyes away from a video of an opossum in a purple hoodie on your screen, you watch as shadows ran down the hallway, past your open door. They all seem to be headed in the direction of the gym.

You snort. Something exciting must be happening, because no one here ever is that excited for exercise unless there’s food involved. However, you know it’s not that, because lunch was thirty minutes ago. No ones hungry after that because the cooks make sure that everyone gets their fill.

Perhaps 7-11 and Red were sparring again, Shadows always got excited for that, and betting almost always was present. However, none of the Shadows seemed to be carrying money. Maybe Pixel punched through another wall and had found a secret stash of treasure. Unlikely but your mind tended to get away from you sometimes when it came to the what-ifs.

Confused, you put your phone in your pocket, and began to get down from the top bunk. There was no point in wondering about it. After all, if there was something super exciting happening, you wouldn’t want to miss it. Your feet thumped onto the floor, and you walked to the door, grabbing one of the Shadows arms, stopping them in their tracks.

“What’s going on?” You ask, waiting for the Shadow to regain their breath enough to spit out a coherent sentence.

“The 141 Ghost just… challenged Commander Graves… to a one-on-one!” They sputtered, chest heaving heavily, watching as the other Shadows passed by them.

You couldn’t believe it. Ghost? As in the tall, emo, British guy from Las Almas? The Shadow tried tugging their arm out of your grip, but you tightened your grip

“Did Graves accept??” You ask urgently, squeezing their arm again and repeating the question when they didn’t hear you the first time.

“I don’t know! We’re all trying to find out!”

You curse, letting him go. Turning back into the room, you hurriedly grab your shoes, and slide them on, not caring for tying them, so you just tuck the laces inside your shoes.

You excitedly close the door, locking it behind you, and join the stream of shadows, all flowing towards the exercise center with purpose, all hoping to get there in time to possibly see your boss sock someone several times taller than him in the nose.

Fin. =)

[8-rae-rae-8]

He's a dog with a bone

Phillip Graves, with Shepherd as his handler... He was wrapped around Shepherd's finger. Loyal to a fault

TW: drugs, fighting ring AU, handlers, abuse

A needle stung at his side almost every day. For work, he would remind himself.

In the cold, dark room that's all he could feel. No hands holding him down, but they wouldn't have to. He was limp, sore and tired.

These drugs, if they were even that, made every feel like it was flipped around. He could ride the high for a few minutes then growl with bloodthirsty rage.

For all he knew was that they would send him out during his times of anger. He'd fight raw and dirty, only to go back to that cold, dark room when he was no longer useful.

Scraps were his earnings. Cut meats, and breads if he was lucky. When he wasn't completely limp, he'd eat until the plate was empty. On the days he wasn't fed, bugs crawled the walls and floor… he wasn't above eating them alive. Food or not, that injection would come and all he could do was let the effects work. An empty stomach would be a disaster.

These were fighting rings. Through his constantly blurred vision, he could see that. But he'd never heard of anyone being treated in such a way that he did.

He was a mean dog, they told him. He bit accurately, fought messily and didn't hesitate to break bones. If he wanted to make it another day, with blind hope, then he had to win these fights.

He was on a leash, his handler holding it very tightly.

“If you're good, you can have a bone…” His handler would say.

That meant anything from bones with meat, to completely meatless. Still, he would salivate and work his hardest to get the food he wasn't even guaranteed to get.

He was a good dog, his handler told him when he won his fights. His handler spoke with red, evil eyes, yet the praise was like water to his dry throat.

But then he was a bad dog when he lost. A finger would mockingly point at him, tell him the meanest things then leave him without dinner.

He was all muscle and bone. Clinging to bone without the excess fat to soften any blows. He wasn't granted the privilege of clothes beyond underwear and shorts.

All to fight, only gear if he was allowed any more.

On good days, the perfect ones, he was given a bed. A dog bed, but a bed nonetheless. It was better than the blanket he laid on most of the time. It was a luxury to his bruised and bloody form.

For a long time, his name was lost in his own mind. He knew who he was. But he wasn't called by his name for so long. It was all cruel names, calling him a dog, a toy.. whatever his handler could say that would get his attention.

If his handler was very angry, it was a quick snap of “Graves!” to get his attention. To get him back on his feet. It never failed, and would always reel him back in.

He was a violent dog. That he wouldn't deny. He was violent. He bit anyone who tried to help him, even the hand that fed him. It was sickening when he would realize his mistake.

But he was a loyal dog. He ate from his handler’s hands, even if he had times that he would bite. He leaned into the rare affection that kept him so attached.

He was given tests of his loyalty. If his handler was attacked, they wanted to see if he would fight back. And he did. He guarded his handler with his life. With his life. It would leave him more bloody than his fights, even though it was a test, because he didn't know. He didn't know it was a test. The praise he would get for being so good and protecting was better than any win, better than any drug.

It was brainwashing, realistically, that had made him so dependent and loyal. Years of being dumbed down into just a mutt. His personality remained in the form of being defiant, sometimes a little goofy, but rough. Very rough.

He had his moments, playing with toys or watching a show as a treat for being good. Usually after his “tests”. There were moments that he was happy. He was given food, toys and entertainment. This was one of the ways that his handler kept him wrapped around his finger. It was easy that way.

Those nights, he'd go to sleep in a bed. A real bed. He'd even wake up there and be allowed more rest. He was lucky.

His handler would be nice the following day, but it would immediately be back to the floor and fights. The sheer possibility of that kind treatment was enough to keep him going, to get the possibility of being content for even a few hours.

It was truly common knowledge that he was wrapped around his handler's finger. The way he watched his handler for orders, waiting to be told what to do. He was so loyal, too loyal, but nothing broke that trust he had for his handler. After everything, even the pain he'd suffered at his hand, he was loyal.

Loyal like a fucking dog.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

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Dating Headcanons Part 1

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Dating Headcanons Part 2

Characters Included: Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

Dating Headcanons Part 3

Characters Included: König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov???

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Synopsis: More headcanons and scenarios of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick as your partner.

Engagement Headcanons and Scenarios

Synopsis: Headcanons and Scenarios of Simon "Ghost" Riley before, during and after proposing to you.

Husband!Character/Wife!Character Series:

Simon "Ghost" Riley Version

John Price Version

John "Soap" MacTavish Version

Husband! and Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Series:

These are can be seen to be related to my Ghostie series.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon as your husband.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: Short imagines.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagines List

Synopsis: A bunch of scenarios with Dad!Simon.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Synopsis: You and your husband take care of your sick baby. (Mainly your husband)

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: How Simon was during the pregnancy and delivery of your baby girl.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Date Night Things

Little Ghost (Ghostie) Series:

My AU of Simon Riley with finally a family of his own, this is a self-insert with the reader being Simon's wife and my OC as their daughter.

Little Ghost

Synopsis: Your husband Simon came home to a surprise from you and Ghostie (Fluff).

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

Synopsis: Headcanons of TF141 interacting with Reader and Ghost's daughter.

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

Synopsis: Halloween and other moments and headcanons for Ghostie.

Realizations (Simon "Ghost " Riley x fem!Reader)

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Synopsis: Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one (gn! Ghostie).

Little Ghost Holiday Drabble

Synopsis: Baking during the winters with your kids and husband during the holidays.

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: After a lengthy divorce, you and your now ex-husband have gone your separate ways, though your daughter keeps you tied to him. What happens when something brings you back to what you've been avoiding?

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2

FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Your girl?" "My girl.."

Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..

"Your girl?" "My girl.." (Part two) (NSFW)

- Part two written by @blingblong55

Cowboy!Outlaw!141 (My version)

Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Villain!Ghost AU

Teaser..

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wishes for your company..

(This will have it's own Masterlist)

Bringing your boyfriend/girlfriend to Sephora or a cosmetics store

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Dad!CoD Character Scenario (Imagine?)

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

What Type of BF/GF CoD Characters would be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Their Reaction To You letting go of their hand while you're out in public

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

How CoD characters would react to someone making fun of their s/o's trauma (Requested)

Characters Included: Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König.

Dad!Cod Scenarios

Synopsis: Them as dads, what type of dad they'd be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Comfort Headcanons And Scenarios Of Cod Men With Your Kid

Synopsis: He has a romantic relationship/connection with you (Singleparent!Reader) and he comforts your little one, making you further realize how much he loves and cares about you and your little one.

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Synopsis: Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

A little something of Simon Riley x Bookworm!Reader

What they do while you get ready

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Realizations

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Daisies and Talks

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Simon Riley finds you secretly visiting his mother's grave.

Crinkled Polaroids

Synopsis: Simon find you again after a few years, however things weren't in his favor.

Toothache

Synopsis: How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"? Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Disclaimer: Details on sexual intercourse (NSFW???)

Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Synopsis: John sees you again for the first time after 3 years.

Masked Men Drabble

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Price Quokka Drabble

Spiderman loving bf (Gaz) x hello kitty loving gf (you) drabble

Nothing's new...

Synopsis: "You were a wonderful experience" "And you were... everything.." (Simon "Ghost" Riley) (Angst)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader Drabble

Husband!Simon x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Drabble

Boyfriend! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Drabble

Synopsis: Simon after his nervousness about your pregnancy fades.

Comfort with Price (Requested)

Synopsis: Your husband comforts you after a bad day.

Price makes his daughters cry (Drabble)

Farah Karim x Reader Drabble (Angst)

Cuteness Aggression Drabble (CoD men x reader)

Domestic Drabble (Babies, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader and John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader)

Pregnancy (Chunky Babies) Drabble (Simon Ghost Riley x Pregnant!Reader)

Mornings with Simon Riley

Lia's Writers and Blog Recommendations

[whirlybirbs]

I'm asking nicely and politely but also banging my credit card on the table like a shopping addict on Black Friday. And you're the TJ Maxx Cashier.

I just need more freak loser Simon, in any capacity really. I just like thinking about him trying to decipher anyone being nice to him, like manually sorting interactions into mental boxes, just staring down at someone as he's trying to figure out if he's putting something in the 'friend' box or the dusty cobwebbed 'flirting' box

1. handler's manual — ghost / reader

desc: moth is the 141's intel specialist. ghost is the 141's resident freak. pairing: lt. simon "ghost" riley / f!reader ; callsign: moth playlist: weird by kaytranada a/n: leaning into my roots with good old drabbles that will eventually ruin all our lives because of the slow burn. / next ⇾

"Bugger off, Moth." For someone whose whole gig is intelligence, Lieutenant Riley makes you feel awfully fucking stupid. I mean — Christ, does he have, like, a handler's manual? He should. He needs one. At this point, you're convinced the 141's Ghost has some sort of moon-based mood indicator that is also entirely dependent on what the mess is serving for lunch and if Philip Graves has opened his mouth more than three times that day.

Layers. Complicated.

Stupid.

You feel stupid.

You tug your ball cap down and shake off the sigh that rattles out of your chest. You try to ignore the sting of rejection in your chest, pointedly deciding that fine, good ol' fashioned camaraderie apparently isn't the vibe today. Sucking your teeth, you knock two knuckles on the mess table and nod. "Sure, el-tee. You got it."

Apparently, the big man wants to eat alone today.

You stand, turn your back, and don't say another word to him.

Simon winces. You miss it, thank fuck. Credit where it's due: you do a good job hiding the obvious sting his words reap, like a fresh slap across the face. But, Simon knows you well enough — he's spent a long time trying to unravel you, trying to understand you, from afar. He sees the rejection and the instant burn of guilt makes his knee bounce under the table.

Simon cracks his knuckles before taking a long sip of his cold tea.

Lately? Being around you is like staring into the sun and he isn't sure why. He can hardly handle it, because fuckin' hell, you don't act like he's a dead man walking. You listen. You talk. You laugh.

You even chime in with those stupid fuckin' rippers him an' Johnny fire back at one another over the comms on long recon missions when you're their Overwatch.

It makes him uncomfortable. Unsettled.

He doesn't let people get close.

There's a tight roster of people who know him. He doesn't like that you're creeping in — that you're creating cracks in the walls he has toiled over for years... Or, maybe you're not creating them, but you're sure as fuck finding them. "Moth."

You stop mid-step, your fingers tight around your meal tray. He always uses your callsign — more so than the others. Like he's keeping you at arms length. You cast a look back over your shoulder, noting the way his blonde brows are pinched tight beneath his balaclava. "Jus' need some space, s'all."

You're not sure if he means now or forever, but you take what you get. You offer a reassuring nod, throw in a smile, and jut your jaw towards the others sitting a few tables over. He's saying something more than just needing space, and you'll figure out what as you mull it over for an unforeseeable amount of time. It's what you do. You figure people out. "Don't worry."

"I ain't worried."

"Good."

"Right."

You'll write the handler's manual if you have to.

[lunarw0rks]

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY | M.L

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FICS/SERIES

Through The Ashes (28.6k) ⋙ MASTERLIST

➳ You've been given an offer to join the 141 Task Force. Upon taking it, you find yourself ensnared with the mysterious masked man who won't take his eyes off you. (Simon"Ghost"Riley!FemReader)

Old Bones (45.4k) ⋙ MASTERLIST

➳ After fleeing a toxic relationship, you fear for your safety and hire a bodyguard. He's masked, impassible, and damn good at what he does. (BodyguardGhost!FemReader)

MINI-SERIES

Torn ⋙ MASTERLIST

➳ You're Philip Graves' secret lover, and it's complicated, to say the least. When your new 141 ally, Simon Riley, catches your eye, you're forced to make a decision. (PhilipGraves/Ghost!FemReader)

DRABBLES

Bad Dreams | Pt.2

➳ When you suffer a nightmare that then turns into a panic attack, Ghost comforts you. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Sparring | Pt.2 (18+)

➳ During a sparring session with Ghost, you end up on top of him, and he struggles to hide his amusement. (SimonRiley!FemReader)

In Your Arms

➳ You feel swallowed by depression, but Simon saves you just in time. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Manhandling (18+)

➳ Ghost manhandles you. (SimonRiley!FemReader)

What You Paid For (18+)

➳ Simon had no shame indulging in escorts, especially ones who make an effort to flirt with him. Only problem? You're not an escort. (SimonRiley!FemReader)

Too Old For You | Part Two

➳ You've been crushing on him for a while now, even going as far as taking a stab for him. But it isn't enough for him to notice you; you're too young, too nice for someone like him. (SimonRiley!FemReader)

Poise

➳ Simon Riley was a complicated man, to say the least. His past, his trauma, combined into a fear of it rubbing off on you. You assure him it hasn't. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

First-Time With Simon (18+) | Part Two (18+) | Part Three (18+)

➳ Taking your relationship to the next level with Simon, but without regrets or haste. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Neighbor!Simon

➳ Self-explanatory title.

Safe-Word (18+)

➳ You use the safe word for the first time. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

A Helping Hand (18+)

➳ You help Simon get off. (SimonRiley!Asexual!FemReader)

Need (18+)

➳ Simon needs you, no matter what. (SimonRiley!AFAB)

The Lieutenant's In Love

➳ When the 141 find out Simon isn't single. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Simon, The Service Dom (18+)

➳ Self-explanatory title. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Scar Insecurity (18+)

➳ Some spicy comfort. (SimonRiley!FemReader)

Making Simon Laugh

➳ Self-explanatory title. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Cuddling w/ Simon

➳ Self-explanatory title. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Right Person, Right Time

➳ Confessions & comfort. (SimonRiley!GNReader)

Do You Remember?

➳ Estranged best friends turned co-workers. (SimonRiley!FemReader)

The Terrible, Awful Thing

HEADCANONS

Plus-Sized S/O

NSFW Twitter Vid (18+) // Headcanons

ALPHABETS/MISC.

Hurt/Comfort Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Things That Make His Heart Flutter (ASK GAME)

[y13evie]

masterlist

smut is tagged with ☆

harry potter:

call of duty:

könig

first time w könig blurb ☆

sub! könig riding blurb ☆

simon ‘ghost’ riley

rough mission? give your bf some head! ☆

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

john price

lust for life (professor price x student reader) ☆

alejandro vargas

alejandro vargas x thiccckkkk reader ☆

philip graves

oneshots + hcs

141 + könig react to you wearing thigh highs ☆

141 + könig, alejandro,n rudy with thick thighed s/o

141 + alejandro rudy konig graves with plus size s/o

house m.d:

dr gregory house

robert chase

your houses kid and he just wants to treat u good

james wilson

u just wanna have fun but james is mean :(

clear your mind ☆

allison cameron

house is spying on you, cute lovey dovey w my girl

spider-man atsv:

miguel o’hara

a jealous man ☆

riding miguel drabble ☆

brat ☆

hobie brown

music to his ears ☆

peter b. parker

miles morales

earth 42! miles x reader fluff

pavitr prabhakar

the outer banks:

rafe cameron

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

6. Sneaky Handsome Distractions

Summary: The final part of this series! Leaving it open as a bit of a sandbox so I can come back and do drabbles when I feel like it :)

Words: 1.8k

CW: General dubcon nonsense

She swore Graves and his Shadows knew exactly what she had done on her break. They watched her pass their stalls with amused and part way hungry eyes. A hand ran through her hair that caused a shiver right down her spine.

“Vargas darlin’? No accounting for taste. Next time you come to me or mine and we'll treat you right hm?” 

Jesus. Graves was something else with that molasses drawl of his and those baby blues seemingly always sparkling with some sort of mirth. She held her head high, flipping her hair over her shoulder and winking at him.

“You'd fleece me out of every cent I own.”

“Aww come on now, that's not a very nice thing to say.”

“And that's not a denial.”

“It's in my nature to want to make advantageous deals, not my fault when fine folk agree to them.”

“Good thing I'm not fine folk then so won't be tempted.”

He laughed in delight. Philip Graves loved someone with some wits about them. It was all too easy most of the time to kiss someone's soul away at the crossroads when they foolishly offered it up. Humans were so greedy for wealth, fame, power, love. This one was fun, messing with creatures that should terrify her. As far as he could see she was reaping the benefits while suffering none of the consequences. Oh she would make a wonderful demon, an even more wonderful victim. He could imagine how satisfying it would be to slide his tongue past her teeth to seal an oath where she gave her soul to him. Delicious, it had been too long since him and his Shadows had eaten something so decadent.

“You'll find I can be very temptin’ darlin’.”

“Well there appears to be a line, so better up your game.”

Preacher laughed as she walked past, absolutely aware that he would take that as a challenge. Let him honestly, the people on this boardwalk were ridiculous and she could play along. Especially if it got her head that good on breaks. 

-

The rest of the shift was fine, no more sneaky handsome distractions. Alex sent someone else to take over for the evening shift, not making an appearance himself. Maybe he was embarrassed after shoving his tongue down her throat. Or maybe he had went home with Alejandro. Again, none of her business.

By the time she was heading home the sun was dipping beneath the horizon, darkness coming quickly. She had never really minded the night time, it was more like an old friend than a threat. She preferred to work during the evening and she knew she'd have to get over her apprehension at seeing Simon or Johnny again, but one day of avoiding them wouldn't hurt.

“Hey wait up!”

Oh Christ, it was the 3rd one of that little trio jogging up to her as she walked home. She didn't slow, just raised an eyebrow and continued on her way. He jogged ahead and then turned, walking backwards so he could talk to her as she moved. Cute.

“We didn't officially meet did we Preacher? Kyle Garrick” he said, thrusting a hand out.

She didn't love that Alex had already told this man her nickname but she was nothing if not polite, so she took his hand to shake and only rolled her eyes and stopped walking when he instead took her knuckles up to press a kiss to them.

“Look buddy, I'm not going to fuck you.”

Kyle choked out a laugh. Johnny had not been kidding when he said she was a feisty little fucker. 

“Even after all the work I put in stocking your house?”

“So it was you that broke in. Not as romantic a gesture as you seem to think.”

“Hardly breaking in, you invited me. Already too fucked out by then for us to have some fun, but you're looking thoroughly unfucked right now. Heard Ale got his tongue in you well enough, but I think you need something more substantial.”

Preacher spent at least 2 whole seconds trying to maintain some sense of decorum before giving up.

“If I need something more substantial, I'll ask Konig.”

That definitely got him annoyed, stepping forward and jamming a hand between her legs to cup her cunt over her jeans.

“You won't, not when you know how well we fuck. You think Ghost and Soap gave it to you? Doll I'd destroy this little pussy, you'd never want anyone else again.”

Preacher partly believed him if she was honest, his two friends had been hands down the best fuck of her life so it would follow logic that he'd be incredible as well. Didn't mean her pride would allow it when there were frankly, a lot of other options. She leaned forward to purr into his ear.

“Would hate for you to do that to Alex, thought you were friends. Not very friendly to ruin his chances given that he kissed me today.”

With that she pushed away from him, his hand falling away as she started walking again. Her blood was certainly up, she'd be needing to take care of herself when she got in since her pussy throbbed from his aggressive proposition. 

Every fibre of Kyle's being wanted to eat her. The only thing keeping him glued to the spot was Price's oppressive aura nearby, warning him to leave it alone. Fuck. The delicate skin of her throat would shred like tissue paper under his teeth. He had licked her blood off of Johnny when he had it smeared across him so he knew she tasted fucking divine and that had only been cold blood, not warm and pumping the way it was inside of her.  

He watched her for far too long before finally being able to move, heading back to the den.

-

As Gaz paced their den Price only laughed at his frustration, commanding Johnny to calm him down. Not even MacTavish's sloppy mouth could make him stop thinking about her. They decided between the 4 of them that she was going to be theirs and she was going to do it willingly. Especially now that the others had an eye on her, it was a matter of pride to win her fair and square. Well, win her of her own volition at least even if their methods could technically be thought of as cheating.

After all, they were vampires. How hard could it be to seduce one little human?

–

“Y'all understand?”

There was a chorus of eager agreements. The Shadows would get this new girl off of amusements and into the games. She had been a temptation already, but seeing that everyone else wanted her? That really sealed her fate as soon to be theirs.

Demons were basically built to seduce humans after all. It'd be easy. 

-

Horangi couldn't move for the heavy weight crushing him, not that he'd be able to move if Konig got off. The fuck had been cathartic for both of them, thoroughly exhausting, leaving him boneless.

“I want her.”

“I know Ko, when have I ever not gotten you something you've wanted?”

Shifters were feral things, but it meant they courted far better than any other creature could hope to. It was in their instincts to seduce a mate. Shouldn't take much effort at all.

-

Rudy groaned and then immediately started huffing. The taste of her he could get from Ale's mouth just was not enough. The night only got worse when an unwelcome visitor swam in.

“What are you doing here?”

“Alejandro I'm wounded, you don't think I may just want to visit an old flame?”

“Try again.”

“Your little Preacher, I want her. We both know there is a lot of competition for such a sweet thing. So why not work together?”

It made sense. If Ale and Rudy had to share her, better it be with another siren. It was agreed they'd do it without their song to prove that they had won her with her enthusiastic and uncharmed consent. If they did it any other way no doubt it would make them look weak, like they couldn't claim a human without the use of their powers. 

Sirens weren't just charming because of their song, they could seduce humans just fine without it. And this human? They were confident about their chances.

-

“Farah please” Alex pleaded, a blade against his throat. 

His own fault really for just wandering in when he knew how she currently felt about him. He had saved her, but he had refused to go with her and Kate, had chosen to stay with the creatures that had wanted to eat her in the first place. 

“Where is this change of heart coming from?”

“...there's a girl. They've kept her alive for now, but they're not the only ones after her.”

“And she belongs with her own kind.”

Alex nodded and Farah took the blade away. Finally he got it. She'd like to meet this girl who had finally pushed him to come back to his senses, come back to her. 

They had hunted monsters of all types, hunting a human should be easy. It would be wildly satisfying to rob all of these creatures of someone they wanted to claim for themselves, shove it in their face that they could never compare to the affection humans held for one another. 

-

Preacher sighed in contentment, all cosy and ready for bed. She was just making a cup of tea when the door went. It was pretty late for visitors, but then it wasn't like anyone here was normal.

Really she shouldn't have been so happy to see him, idiot that he was. But it had been a while since Keegan’s smug little grin had been on her behalf. 

Keegan knew she'd survive, but he was feeling feral over the mixture of scents clinging to her. These fucking animals had all been pawing at her by the smell of it. 

No matter, he had been laying groundwork for years. And now here she was, in his home, ready to fall head over heels in love with him. He'd make sure of it. After all he knew the monsters that made their home in Santa Carla, and none of them had ever come up against someone quite like his Preacher before.

They stood no chance.

-

Little non-canon bonus round because I think it would be neat if Preacher was, in fact, secretly just a dragon hoarding fuckable monsters

It was nice having Keegan close. He was the first of her hoard after all. And now she had so many more to add! Preacher thought she was going to like Santa Carla just fine.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Girl headcanons for Graves was so sweet 😭 you headcanon him as a rather romantic man? (i mean i suppose you think he has the potential if he wants to be) a giver to the partner he wants to be a giver to?.. a munch like you wrote earlier?

Oh and if it's okay to ask, what's your sun sign?

please i love this sm, also my sun sign is aries and moon in Sagittarius! i dont mind personal questions lol warnings/tags- reader is a military tailor, smut, both first times, gentle, readers kinda mean, philip is romantic obvi word count- 1598 words

Philip smiled under his breath while you measured him for his new uniforms size. You were extremely close, which made the man's heart beat faster. As it always did when he came here.

Even though he was much bigger than you, your focused gaze made him feel like he was next to a predator. Your hands slowly glided over his body, but nothing went beyond the touch needed to measure his shoulders, his hips, his height….

In measuring his chest, he had the opportunity to have a closer look at you. He saw the slight imperfections on your face. Normally he wouldn't have noticed them through the powder, but now? He was able to count your freckles.

The vanilla scent reached his nostrils as he leaned slightly towards you. Of course, you knew what was on Philip's mind. Otherwise, he wouldn't come to your establishment so often. It was an adjustment, a seam that had been accidentally torn…. Now the excuse was an upcoming tour which could last weeks. 

“Perhaps you could invite yourself for tea, Miss l/n?” He asked as you scribbled the measurements into your notebook. “I can also offer you a cigarette.”

“Thank you for the invitation, Mr Graves. I'll be happy to take it,” you replied, packing your things into your bag. Philip, as usual, signed in so that he would be your last client.

The cigarette and tea quickly changed to champagne and whisky. The promises of alcohol in your blood made your courage rise. As a result, Philip shed some of his self-control, coming dangerously close to you.

You were barely centimetres apart when you stopped the man. You barely put your hand on his chest, but it was enough. He gazed lustfully at your lips, at your eyes, all over you, until finally it was you who reduced the distance between you to nothing.

The kiss was not one of the sexual ones, it was rather sensual. You interrupted it just as quickly; after all, you were in a public place.

Philip murmured displeased, to which you smiled gently. He was so polite and obedient. More than one man should learn that.

“Not here, Mr Graves,” you whispered, and a broad smile appeared on his face, revealing all his teeth.

“Just Philip, y/n.”

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The man's bedroom was a clear indication of his wealth. The big bed, the satin bedding, the beautiful lamps…. However, there was no time to look at it all — the desire between you was stronger.

An inaccurate kiss, bouncing against the wall, and finally ending up on the bed. Still in each other's embrace, you began to undress each other. When you stopped kissing once more, a heavy breath escaped your lips, and you were still joined by a thin trickle of saliva instead of your lips.

You sat on Philip's hips as he lay on the bed, resting on his forearms.

“You're beautiful,” he said, still catching his breath.

You leaned over him, still kissing. You ran your hands over his stomach, across his chest and up to his shoulders. Barely had your hands made contact with his heated flesh, an indefinable sound escaped from the brunet's throat.

Lost in your mouth and your touch, he didn't notice when his hands were over his head. With one hand you held his wrists, with the other you reached into your hair and untangled the ribbon.

From under his half-closed eyelids, Philip saw as if through a haze as you moved away from him and did something to the frame of his bed. Your breasts appeared right in front of his face, and he had already stopped thinking. Now he just wanted to touch them.

He moved one hand, and only then did some of his sanity return. He looked up to where his wrists were tied with some sort of cloth. If he had wanted to, he would have easily torn it. But curiosity about what you were planning to do with it won out.

You spread yourself more comfortably on Philip's hips, ignoring his boxers as well as his swollen cock.

“So handsome,” you whispered, stroking his face. The brunet only murmured approvingly, unable to get a word out. “Tell me, how many ladies have you made love to?”

You didn't give Graves time to answer, its not like he had one, you were his first. You started kissing his neck, biting his skin in some places. Philip gritted his teeth, just to make sure no embarrassing sound came out of him. After all, he should behave manly. So why did you satisfy him so far and not the other way around?

“Can I touch you?” he finally asked, and you shook your head. Only now did he notice that you had let your hair down. Surely he couldn't ruin the ribbon you tied his hands with — he didn't want to make you upset. Neither did he want anyone to see the state you would be coming home in.

Your kisses went lower and lower. Shoulders, chest, stomach…. Your lips formed a wet trail until they stopped at the elastic of his boxers. Philip held his breath as your fingers caught his underwear, and you began to slowly pull it off.

With your lips you traced another trail, this time along his lower abdomen, hips, and thighs. You effectively avoided the place where Philip wanted you most, waiting for him to break.

“y/n...” he said at last, trying to mask the tremor in his voice. “May I have it, please?”

You smiled victoriously, finally bringing your face close to his member. Philip could no longer hold back any further when he felt your warm breath on the sensitive spot, and he moaned low. Pre-ejaculate began to slowly flow out of his penis, letting you know he was close.

You placed a gentle kiss on the head of his penis, and felt Philip's muscles tense under your fingers.

“Oh fuck…” he choked out, clenching his fists. With the last of his self-control, he stopped himself from tearing the ribbon. “I'm close…”

You pressed the base of his penis with your hand, with which you blocked Philip's ability to orgasm. A silent scream escaped from the man's throat, which you watched with great satisfaction.

“You look very beautiful now,” you muttered, lifting yourself up.

You rested your hands on the brunet's chest and sat perched on his crotch. You began to move your hips gently, rubbing against his hypersensitive appendage.

“I've got a condom in my pocket...” said Philip through a tightened throat.

“Are you sure it's going to be useful?” you asked mischievously, brushing your hair away from your face.

You felt once again that the man was close. You stopped all movement and raised yourself gently. You watched as tiny tears gathered in Philip's eyes at another loss of pleasure.

Graves had to admit, it was exhilarating. It may have hurt a little, but being under your control was strangely pleasurable. Although... A strangely unpleasant thought popped into his head. Where was his masculinity, for which he was praised? He should be the one making you feel good, he should be in control.... After all, you were a woman.

The next time you took away his ability to orgasm, Philip was no longer able to think. All the worries, complexes, and problems were gone. Now only one thing was on his mind. The need for pleasure.

Finally, the first small tear ran down his cheek. You immediately kissed him where it had stopped. You brushed his wet hair off his forehead and stroked his face.

“You look beautiful, Philip. And don't worry, now you'll get what you want.”

You got up slowly and climbed off the bed. You picked up your handbag from the floor where, apart from your sewing supplies, there were condoms packed.

You took them out and put them on the pillow next to Graves. You pulled one out and slowly put it on his already hard, red penis.

You carefully sat back on the man's hips, this time putting his member inside you. As soon as the warmth surrounded his penis, Philip groaned loudly. He was no longer able to hold back his voice as you began to move.

By previously holding him back from orgasm, this time he came very quickly. He felt a great relief when the cum collected in his testicles finally left them, making him cry out loud. He was so beautiful...

You stepped off his penis, taking your pleasure away, and removed the condom from him.

“A... And you?” he asked then, looking at you with misty eyes.

“Don't worry about me,” was all you replied, taking another condom in your hands.

This time, again moving at a steady pace on Philip's penis, you also began to rub your clit with your fingers. A wave of pleasure flooded you, making you clench your thighs together, stopping yourself.

From the euphoria that swept over your body, your vagina clamped down on Philip's member, causing him to have a second orgasm.

You were breathing heavily, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. The man's chest, on which you were resting, floated up and down unevenly.

“y/n...” he wheezed out, trying to take his arms from above his head so that he could embrace you. The bindings held tight, however, and he had lost all strength through the few rounds you had served him. “y/n, that's enough... I can't handle it any more...”

Maybe if he begged hard enough, he could be pardoned from the tour

[auxiliuno]

Master List ♡ㅤ

Blue Lock :

Headcanons:

Leonardo Luna x f!reader NSFW Headcanons

Noel Noa relationship Headcanons (SFW)

Noel Noa relationship Headcanons Pt.2 (SFW)

Creepystalker!Lorenzo x Clueless!reader headcanons (NSFW + TW)

Drabbles:

Chris Prince x Reader: Can you really take D!ck or Nah? (NSFW)

Call of Duty :

Drabbles:

Platonic!141 x Child Baker!Reader

Dom!Konig x Sub!Reader (NSFW)

Konig x Ex!Reader (Angst)

Konig being too big for f!reader (NSFW)

Headcanons:

Konig x Pregnant!Reader (Fluff + SFW)

Konig x Social Anxiety!Reader (SFW)

Philip Graves x Horse Girl!Reader (SFW + NSFW)

Konig x Reader on Valentines Day (College AU)

[pfhwrittes]

Highly specific Graves insult.

He has the face of a man who has made the fact that he drives a white fully loaded F150 his personality even though when he ordered a new suspension bar (that he was going to have one of his mechanic shadows install because he's "too busy but can totally do it himself") he sent the part back twice because was the wrong size not realizing it was expandable.

anon, c'mere i'm going to shower you with love. you have put this insult in the inbox of someone who loathes philip graves with the entirety of their heart (no hate to graves fans, you do you. i just think he's a ratfaced little fucker).

as a thank you i'm whipping up this little tradieverse drabble just for you.

"well howdy fellas!"

kyle whips his head up from where he's been scrolling on his phone, huddled around the sand filled bucket with simon and johnny as they take a well earned smoke break. fuuuucking hell.

"aw fer fucks sake, who let you on site?" johnny groans loudly as phil graves takes a bowlegged step forwards spinning a set of keys unsubtly around his pointer finger.

"just thought you boys might want to see what a real man drives." phil replies with a shit eating grin and waves an expansive arm complete with cocky little half turn to show off the, in kyle's opinion, pig-ugly truck behind him.

simon leans forward and kyle has to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he squints in an exaggerated manner, looking between graves and the metal abomination.

"yeah? well when you see 'im point 'im out to us, there's a good lad."

johnny laughs cruelly and kyle spots price lift his head from where he's shaving down a door.

graves' amiable grin slides off his face.

"hey now simon, that isn't nice."

"i'll show you "not nice" ya yankee bawbag -" johnny lurches forward and kyle flings out an arm to catch him in the chest.

"easy mate, don't let him rile you up." kyle murmurs as johnny's chest heaves under his palm.

graves' face twists with a sneer before blanching as a heavy palm claps him on the shoulder.

"get the fuck off my site, philip." price all but growls, squeezing his fingers meanly into the fabric and kyle relaxes. thank fuck for john price.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Character x Reader (Fluff) (Drabble)

(Alternative Angst Ending Included)

Context: You like giving/making trinkets to/for the love of your life (Character list below)

Links:

TLOU Masterlist

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical fandom things (read tags), OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Fluff:

You giving them a keychain or something of the sort and you think they clasp it on their belt loop or keep it in their pocket but that's actually not how they take it on missions with them because something from you is too valuable to actually be taken out like that where they could lose it.

Same thing goes if you make them jewelry, they think it's too fragile so instead they keep it back in their quarters/place underneath their pillow.

They pull out whatever trinket you gave them that meant a lot to you or you made yourself and they just stare at it reminding themselves that they have you. They hold it close to their heart as the found themselves finally able to sleep, still was difficult away from you.

With all the cruel and fucked up things they've seen in their life, you are by far the only light they have when they are stuck sulking in the darkness.

The one time you gave them a necklace, your favorite one and you begged them to bring it on missions because it was extremely sturdy and was in good condition after all.

They, in turn made a chain and clasped it on that so they can have it hanging by their belt loops so that enemies don't rip it off their neck. (The chain I'm describing are similar to the picture at the top but with chunkier and sturdier chains)

God forbid they actually lose or break something you gave them, they would cry or sulk because they know how much you value it and how your feelings would get hurt.

They were extremely surprised and relieved that you weren't mad at all at them because things like that just happen especially on missions. Instead of being mad, you gave/made them another one. They'll cherish it, that's for sure.

Angst ending below:

They swore to keep it with them to their graves and they did, the shouldn't have made that promise. It cemented their fate...

With their last breath, it was you they thought of. Apologies running through their head for being so weak that they know they're going to fail to come home to you.

Their cold body found in battle, tear and blood stained face while their eyes still open but no signs of life. In their fist was found of a memory of your love that kept them alive till then. The closed fist being held against their heart when they were found..

You couldn't help but fall to your knees, the world around you felt like it was spinning. Your lungs refuse to let you breathe along with the rest of you body betraying you, you choked out a sob. Clenching your hand against the pain in your chest withholding the item you gave them, only having realized that it returned into your hands once more...

Characters in mind:

Call of duty: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong.

The Last Of Us: Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson.

A/n: The amount of tags I used on this post is ridiculous, it was a fucking miracle that I managed to fit everything in. This was originally just supposed to be a fluff fic but my mind was wandering off and I thought of making a part 2 but that seems like too much work for a little paragraph so there

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[lunarw0rks]

CMDR. PHILLIP GRAVES | M.L

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FICS/SERIES

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MINI-SERIES

Torn ⋙ MASTERLIST

➳ You're Philip Graves' secret lover, and it's complicated, to say the least. When your new 141 ally, Simon Riley, catches your eye, you're forced to make a decision. (PhillipGraves/Ghost!FemReader)

DRABBLES

Slasher!Graves

➳ You'll think twice the next time you pass through the backroads. (PhillipGraves!FemReader)

Stress Relief (18+)

➳ You've come home in a sour mood, and he's got the fix. (PhillipGraves!FemReader)

Graves & His Homemaker S/O (18+)

➳ Taken care of, in every way. (PhillipGraves!FemReader)

Scandal (18+/ish)

➳ Mayors!Son!Graves X Ex!Pornstar!Reader

Fostering Kittens

ALPHABETS/MISC.

NSFW Alphabet