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If you tag your fics purposely as x male readers even though you made reader fem, you suck ❤️ you aren't respectful for the guys who actually want to read x male reader romance. Don't tag x male reader if you're going to be unfair. I'm sick and tired of the dysphoria hitting because y'alll want more attention on your fics/blogs.

⚠️ MINORS/AGLESS BIOS DNI ⚠️

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This whooped my ass for 11 hours, but honestly? I’m pretty happy with it!!

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My name is Oliver!! And I'm trans!! :3

EYYYYY

NEW FRIEN

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I can't stop thinking about Ghost with a motorcycle. The man dwarfs just about everything, but somehow he manages to find a nice either 600cc or 1000cc that fits him and he's set. He takes it everywhere, stares down cops and revs for the pretty things that wave at him from cars. All his gear is black, his helmet is tinted and he looks like a modern interpretation of death, but he also breaks to let turtles cross the road and doesn't let anyone on his bike without a helmet.

Backpacking for him is such a treat because he'll reach back and rub his hand along your leg at stoplights, tell you to "be good" every time you start squeezing somewhere you shouldn't. The man is a little bit of a stretch to get your legs around, but leaning against his back and watching the world whizz by is amazing. He always checks all your gear is on properly before starting the engine too, adjusting the strap on your helmet and bumping his black one against your more colorful one, helping you onto the bike even when you don't need it, and giving a little jolt forward to make you cling to him. The man knows what he's doing, and he's not going to risk precious cargo like you, but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy having you cuddled close and hugging him the whole ride.

He follows your directions every time you pat his leg to signal a turn, and stands around while you run into shops or up to ice cream vendors. What's he supposed to do? Say no? Not a chance.

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Shadow Company and Phillip Graves headcanons

Phillip Graves is afraid of large insects. Has hated them his entire life. Makes his Shadows kill them whenever one enters the base.

Graves takes the Shadows to his big, expensive ranch for Christmas, Hannukah or whatever else they celebrate if they can't get home for Christmas, if they're not welcome, or they don't have anywhere to go.

Graves teaches the Shadows how to cook on a grill or to change tires- whatever their fathers may not have taught them.

Graves (under one of the Shadows' cars.): "Yeah, kid, this baby needs an oil change and your tires are gettin' a little low. I'll change it for you. Get me my tools, yeah?"

Adding to that, he plays football with his boys on summer and fall days that they have off.

In professional football season, he pretends not to see his Shadows listening to the games on radio, and sometimes will watch over their shoulders if they're on leave and the game is on. Avid user of swearing during bad plays.

Hates Ghost. Thinks his mask is stupid.

Very heavy sleeper. Snores loud enough to be heard outside of his door.

Can't handle spice.

Horrific Spanish. His Shadows with Mexican or general Hispanic roots try to help him but he still pronounces things horribly wrong. It makes them cringe and give up.

Incredibly Southern. Says things like "you're sweatin' like a sinner in church, you alright?" Or "bless your heart."

Graves probably owns three different aprons. Has one that says "kiss the cook" and once when everyone was really drunk, a couple of the Shadows gave him kisses on the cheek as he gave them food. He thinks about it every night before bed.

Thinks he's the scary one. Sometimes he is. But mostly his gigantic Shadows that stand behind him whenever he goes to meet with a client.

Has a little stash of candy he'll sometimes give to a Shadow who's having a bad day, telling that Shadow that it's from one of the staff on base.

Graves has bad experiences with commandeering commanding officers, so when they're not around other people, the Shadows either call him Graves or Phil.

Graves is spectacular at beerpong. Can beat every single Shadow in the Company.

If you'd like more, I have more!!

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This was the cutest thing. 😭

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studies

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LEARN

TO

RESPECT

PEOPLE'S

"DNI"

im tired of fucking blocking ageless/minor blogs?? I blocked like, over 10 people on one fucking post.

if you don't respect my boundaries, i will report you for spam and you will be blocked. that goes for hate messages. i dont respond to hateful shit.

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You can ignore this if it's not that interesting but I NEED to get this out of my head: I've been holding this in since the Shadow Siege event but the way the Shadows go "Yup-yup!" reminds me of dogs. So imagine trying to cuddle one of the shadows and the next thing you know there are suddenly more of them also wanting the same attention and affection, not even bothering with taking off their gear.

Idk I grew up with big dogs who were like this🫧 (I own cats now but they also act like this, the cycle just doesn't end!)

cw. fluff/crack fic, gn!reader *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[NO BC THIS IS SO CUTE -*@(-,-(',$*#?$*#]

♡♡♡♡♡

they're all so fucking clingy

especially after sex

so when some other shadows find you curled up between two shadows they get jealous

so they join you on the bed that barely fits three bodies

and them more shadows join in

and somehow you end up in a massif shadows curled into one another

or just relaxing while watching a movie and suddenly you're surrounded by shadows

they just all love getting your attention

especially if it means they can lay their head on your chest or hold you to theirs

imagine a pack of loud and clingy huskies screaming their little heads off

yea that's what it's like with the shadows

but at the end of the day, it's cute seeing how much they love and adore having you around :((

they all get their time with you but sometimes it gets cut short :((

imagine how pouty they get if other shadows try to take you from them

BIG CUDDLE PILES

just being thrown into the middle of a cuddle pile bc the shadows can't decide who gets you at what time

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Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader

Quiet mornings with Phil.

The ol' rambler house, on the ranch property.

For once, he sleeps in. Not by much, only just as the sky starts getting lighter. The sheets are crumpled over the both of you, legs tangled together and arms sprawled. He pulls you closer subconsciously as he slowly opens his eyes, grunting at the sight of one of the dogs staring up at him from your side of the bed.

He tries his best to slip out of bed without waking you, bless his heart, but it's difficult when he's just pulling himself off the mattress and you paw over his side, eyebrows furrowing when you don't feel him near.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he leans back down to kiss your forehead. "You can go back t' sleep if you want."

You pull at his shirt, trying your best to pull him back to sweet slumber, but his chest rumbles with quiet laughter.

"C'mon, baby, y'know I gotta get up." He runs a hand through your hair, thumb brushing over your cheek before his hand settles on the nape of your neck. "I'll make y' some tea, alright?"

He pulls away hesitantly, tucking you back under the blanket before he pads out of the room to brush his teeth. You drag yourself up eventually, clutching one of the brightly coloured throws around your shoulders as you make your way to the kitchen.

Phil can't help but smile as you waddle in, and he hugs you until the kettle starts whistling.

Mugs of tea and coffee in hand as you two sit on the big rocking chairs on the front porch. It's serene; gentle breeze brushing through the grass, birds chirping, dogs resting by their feet. He sighs, sinking back into the rocker as the sun pulls itself up from over the horizon.

He decides to take an easy day, making up his mind after making his rounds to check up on and feed the animals. The kitchen is warm, low hum of the radio as you work over the stove. He smiles as he kicks off his boots and pulls his gloves off in the mudroom, and he slips into the washroom to scrub his hands.

"Phil?" Called from the kitchen.

"Yes, puddin'?" He says, pulling himself around to the kitchen, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans.

You turn you head to look at him over your shoulder, and you smile at him. His heart melts.

"Made us some breakfast."

"Little late for that, ain't it?"

He slides up behind you, strong arms snaking around your waist and his nose burying in the crane of your neck while he watches you twirl the handle of the spatula in your hand.

"Better late than never."

"Thank you, angel."

Babes that wanted to be tagged:

@mockerycrow @kivino

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A Shadow Company Visit (pt.1)

Pairing: Commander Philip Graves x Designer!Reader

Summary: What happens when you visit the Shadow Company headquarters?

Warnings: 1000+ words, mentions of anxiety.

A/N: a little bit silly, this one.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

A Shadow Company Visit Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) you are here

You and Philip had been dating for awhile now and you had helped to design the refurbished space of the new Shadow Company headquarters.

You hadn't beed back to the location since its completed construction just before it came to life; and Graves enjoyed keeping a very clear work-life balance. So this was you first time; dropping off the commanders paperwork that was forgotten beside a half-empty mug of coffee atop the kitchen counter.

When you drive up to the imposingly large gate, situated with turrets guarding the entrance and scanning over your vehicle. You nearly piss yourself when a smack against your roof startles your observing state. A uniformed officer comes in front of your car-window and motions for your to roll it down, asking for your identification.

You go blank with anxiousness, you had not thought about this bit while running out the house after your partner; knowing that these papers were important from the various stamps upon the beige folder.

Your eyes dart around the walls of the complex while reaching your hand towards the console to grab your phone; your breath hitches as a gun appears in your face; your breath catching in your throat as your body stills.

They demand to see your hands and you comply. You mouth not blubbering off at the speed of light explanations to your scenario and what you were reaching towards, pleading that you've never held a gun beside shooting ranges.

Your brain and heart screams for Philips presence right now. For him to take you into his arms; shielding you from the world while pressing kisses to your forehead.

Taking in a deep breath, you restart your explanation with a somewhat even tone in your voice as the officer nods their head and watches closely as you dial their commanders number and hear it ring for only a few seconds before a response if heard, echoing down the line.

Everything alright, sweetheart?

You heart explodes with relief with the sound of his voice as you begin to explain the scenario you have gotten yourself into. Eyes trailing upwards and into your rearview mirror, looking at the two other cars stuck behind your own; shaking your head and setting it against the steering wheel.

You hear him chuckle into the phone as you begin to shrink into yourself, a frown spreading across your face as your cheeks redden.

Well commander can you please, for the love of all things, get me out of this situation? Your embarrassment was reaching its capacity as you sassed Philip back in response.

The line goes silent for a moment and then you hear the distant sounds of orders being yelled down a hall before a huff. The phone is picked up once more,

See you in a few baby.

You swear you could hear the wink as the phone-line goes dead. You wait in your car, and glance around, taking a look to your right and see the same officer who is now pale in the face; your cheeks become reddened again once you realize you had kept the window rolled down and they had barred witness to your whole plead case.

No words are spoken between the two of you, you look to see that the ground was freshly wet underneath their feet as you drove through the newly opened gate while feeling guilty about the station worker.

--

Finding a parking spot was more difficult than you thought, overly worried that your car would block a tank or jet in the avaliable spaces, you had a long walk ahead of you to the main building. The tarmac hot against your boots with the files digging into the palm of your hand.

Viewing the space in action set shockwaves to your core as you took a minute to pause for a second and proudly stare over people using your work.

You felt eyes following your figure as your feet picked up their pace once more towards the doors. Looking yourself over-quickly and at everyone in their uniforms; you stuck out like a sore thumb in your civilian clothes as embarrassment struck you for a third time today.

Yet before you knew it, a fourth time was already glaring in your face. You didn't have a key card.

For designing this fucking place you think the hospitality would be grander... mumbling underneath your breath you look for someone you recognised, not wanting to disturb Philip once more from his work. Your eyes make their way throughout the base and the various stations in motion, you couldn't help but feel proud over your partners accomplishments; their dreams.

Next thing you know, the sounds of wizzing blades flying overhead capture your attention form the card hunt as you watch the helicopter gradually land in a designated station. Squinting your eyes down the field in hopes it's someone headed your way; the sight of dirty-blonde station chief has you crying out in utmost relief.

Kate Laswell's feet sway at the weight of your forceful hug against her body. Looking around at her task force in confusion; she looks down and smiles in relief upon seeing you and returning the hug with a chuckle.

You eventually let go of your university friend as you briefly catch up with the rest of the task force; smiles gracing across everyones features as you feel the most relaxed you had been in hours.

From conversations on spouses, funny recent mission accidents to rat infestations in cramped London apartments and taboo sharpie tattoos; a pair of arms is soon felt wrapping around your waist as you clench the papers in your hand protectively; awaiting the intruders next move.

Your eyes following the task forces tight eyes at whomever is attacking you, yet you relax at the familiar southern charm filling your ear as you hum in mixed joy and relief.

Funny seeing a little gentleman/lady like you out here. Catching up with old friends, beautiful?

You giggle and nod in reply and you feel his hands gently release the vice grip you have over the files as he kisses a thank-you to your forehead before holding the small of your back and addressing the task force in a serious demeanour; walking you all towards the main building.

╰┈➤ A/N: thank you for all the support on this post, more to come :)

A Shadow Company Visit Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) you are here

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Alejandro: No problems

Graves: *walks into the room*

Alejandro: One problem

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Hey! I don't know if you do requests but can you do headcanons for graves dating a short reader?

Hi @seasonschange32 I do do requests but posting is a bit slow since I've mainly been dragged into a secondary account on here. But I will write any requests coming through 😊

Don't know if you want this to include NSFW, but I will, so that will be in here as a heads up. I apologize for it being short.

Phillip Graves dating a short Reader:

He likes the size difference. Just for general purposes and the fact he can manhandle you in any way he wants. The protective side inside him always on alert, always ready to punch some jackass for you and show off his strength.

He does also make sure you have protection when you're out without him. And knowing Graves it could be anything from a police taser to a revolver.

I honestly don't see him caring much about your height for any reasons other than how kinky he can be. Purely.

He loves you so much and loves curling you up in his arms in bed and being able to hold you. He just thinks it's funny you're so short.

Lovingly teases you about your height to the point it feels like bullying sometimes but you know it's part of him. And if you tell him it's too much he will stop. But only because he loves you.

And on another note, he completely doesn't trust you to drive. When you go a little too fast or stop a little too close of a crosswalk. Like, he's an anarchist too but not that much.

"Babe, are you sure you can see over the dashboard??"

"Yes Phillip I promise I can."

"Can you reach the pedals properly?? Maybe adjust your seat-"

"Phil! Stop bugging me!"

"I'm not! I'm genuinely concerned for my own safety!" He is nervous your driving will kill him.

Don't even get me started on where he stands in his shadow Company group. Having you sit on his lap during meetings or just on his lap in general. Sitting on him and still at the perfect height he can whisper sweet things into your ear, his lips brushing your skin. Smirking when he makes you tingle.

Pulling down his pants and ordering you to come sit and keep him happy while he finishes up. Feeling you trying to squirm, one hand firmly keeping your hip still, the other on your shoulder, jotting down notes.

"Phil..." You groan, feeling his cock buried deep inside you and wondering how he's managing to control himself. How can he remain so still and controlled with his cock already inside you, desperately needing you as you needily clench around him in return.

"Shh, that's it angel. Just a few more minutes and then I'll give you want you want."

You grimaced, exhaling sharply when he finally puts his pen down, gripping your hips. "Now then..."

However. Your height leaves him so many opportunities. Forcing you up against the wall, leaning down to whisper in your ear while you're pinned in place completely at his will.

That's just how he likes it. Running his hands over your body and feeling you while you're trapped below him, nowhere to go except squirming and gasping for him to let you go.

All consensual, if you actually wanted out he'd not push a line. Not to you.

He absolutely loves. It gets him so riled up knowing he can pick you up so effortlessly, move you how he wants. He loves picking you up and gently tossing you on the bed only to move himself back on top of you.

Being so short, it's so easy for him. Arching your back and grabbing your hair or forcing your head into the pillows while he makes your insides twist and melt.

Holding you up against the wall, feeling how well you take him while being so restrained by him. It does something to him. And he loves it.

He had you pinned underneath him, face against the wall, moaning as his hips frantically pounded into you, holding your feet off the ground so he was at a comfortable angle.

"Fuck, you know I like it just like this angel." He purrs breathlessly in your ear, kissing your neck and earlobe, nipping at it and keeping you up.

"Phillip- please-"

"Oh no no angel, not until I'm done. I won't put you down until I'm done." He grunts, moaning against your ear.

This is how Phillip sees it. Your height is an advantage to him. He likes it. But if anyone else dares to have an opinion it's to the trash bin with them. They think you're cute?? He's throwing hands. They think you're short and tiny and- he's throwing hands. They think you're ugly?? He's thro- I think you get the point. Just don't comment and let him love you in peace while the outside world looks in in envy.

And yes, even simple domestic things he loves doing. There's something about reaching up to the shelf in the grocery store you can't and grabbing an item for your shared cart that gives him the same amount of happiness and pride as plundering your insides.

Calls you munchkin sometimes.

At the movie theater he can have you in his lap so you don't distract the view of people behind you. Or at the back of the theatre he may do whatever he wants.

Hold you through the film, get a bit too handsy if it's a movie he isn't particularly interested in.

Or the one time he was trying to pick out a cute outfit for you at the store and was having trouble remembering sizes and when you tried to help he just huffed, "No, I can do it on my own! Watch me-" He grumbles about being the best boyfriend and keeps searching.

Overall he just loves your height because of how he can hold you with convenience, keep your feet off the ground and under his control in these trying times and just manhandle you in general.

He loves it, he loves you. A lot.

Apologies it's kind of short but I was running out of ways to incorporate height into certain scenarios.

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simon has a habit of feeling your pulse whenever you’re beside him. his thumb is always gently caressing your wrist, feeling the soft pulse underneath. he even brings your hand up to his face, pressing chaste kisses on your wrist while you giggle at the ticklish feel.

it’s comforting to him, a reminder that you’re safe and alive. sometimes he even just lays his head down on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, memorising the gentle thumps, ingraining them into his brain so he can forever keep your heartbeat within his heart — make you his heartbeat and his breath.

“s’my favourite sound, y’know.” he groggily said one afternoon, both of you lazing around on the bed, his head gently resting on your chest while your fingers soothingly scratched his scalp.

“what sound?” you asked quietly.

“your heartbeat, love.” his brown eyes met yours, filled with undying love. “calms me down.”

and it was true. it was a melody unlike anything else to him.

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Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

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mission brief