#ghost of a boy headcanons

[ghostofaboy]

I know you’ve written for these two before(especially Frankie) so many it’s not as interesting to ask, but do you have any hcs for Frankie or Din? I love ur fics btw!

Talking about Frankie and Din is always interesting to me. They are fascinating characters.

Frankie:

This man is a snack fiend. Always has things in his cupboards, always sat on the sofa eating something. If you're planning a party and need nibbles then Frankie is the guy to ask.

Loves tinkering. At home his garage or shed is full of little 'projects'. He loves taking things apart to figure out how they work.

Linked to the tinkering, Frankie is very organized. Everything has its place. Never leaves a project half done or left unfinished. So this guy will take your toaster apart, but he will put it back together and it'll work. Also you know he owns a label maker.

Frankie doesn't sleep well. He'd always been more susceptible to bad dreams even as a kid. So throw in some PTSD and he's got no chance for a good night's sleep. (Poor sleepy boy)

Not an adventurous cook, but what he can cook he does well.

Not a big reader, although he does have his favorites, but loves the movies. If it were more affordable he'd go every week. Always buys boxsets of his favorite shows and loves any special features and behind the scenes stuff.

Hates watching shows about flying. They never get the details right and it pisses him off.

A switch in bed. He can be dominate, be can be submissive. Frankie is very good at adapting to who he's with and what they both want in that moment.

Din:

Total neat freak. Everything has its place and must be put in the right place. Probably had a quiet melt down several times when Grogu was first on the Crest.

Very well read. There isn't a lot to do between bounties in hyperspace so to stop himself from over cleaning his weapons (*ahem*) he got into the habit of finding cheap novels whenever he could.

I can get behind asexual Din Djarin, but when I write him it's often as sexually inexperienced. He's just not had the time and opportunity to really explore that side of things. He's had sex but he's never had the chance to be intimate.

Din can sleep anywhere. I mean anywhere. On rocks, sat up somewhere, when it's warm, when it's cold. Whatever the location or situation if it's safe then he's out like a light.

He has no idea that he's attractive. If told so he'll think it's a line or a trick.

I think it's universally accepted that Din Djarin has a breeding kink.

Not a big talker when first meeting people. Likes to sit and watch and weigh people up. But oh boy once he considers you a friend get ready for stories. So many. Things that he's done, places he's visited, stories he's been told.

[autisticrosewilson]

While we're on the topic of De-aging AU's I wanna talk about Jason and Damian if Jason was 14 again real quick.

Do you guys think that Damian looks at this version of Jason, so different from the version he knows, nothing like the person he was told Jason was, and feels uncomfortably seen?

Damian was always told that Jason died because he was reckless, because he disobeyed orders, he was fired as Robin and he got himself killed. A cautionary tale, not a threat to his position. He dismisses Jason because Bruce does, because Dick does, because sometimes even Babs and Alfred do.

That's not the kid that he's looking at now. This Jason is happy, and smart, and full of love that has not yet soured into grief. He hangs on Bruce's every word, trains until his hands bleed and his body gives out to perfect the moves Bruce teaches him. He looks at Bruce with stars in his eyes and he calls him dad.

And Damian can't help but think, that this is the perfect Robin. The perfect son. And if Jason - sweet, loving, strong, Jason - can be fired, can die and have his room locked away and his pictures torn down, can have his last memory as Robin be as A Good Soldier, how could the rest of them ever compete? What could Damian do to stand a chance?

Jason will never grow out of the shadow of Robin, like the rest of them did. As long as Bruce, and Dick, and Babs, and Alfred look at him and see a dead kid who came back wrong, he will never get to be anything else. He will not get to be looked at through who he is now without the shadow of a dead boy looming over him.

And the worst part? Jason is exactly the same person he was back then. Bitter, sure, angry, justifiably, but he is still the boy with too much love in his heart and righteous fury festering in his gut. He is exactly the same boy who threw himself in front of an explosion to save his mother.

(The lines between the mother that betrayed him and the father that disgraced him are so very blurred. Fire or blade or crowbars or fists it does not matter. It ends the same way it always does because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe, in every timeline, Jason dies and crawls out only to be killed again and again and again.)

[tumbling-darkling]

First time drawing lil baby man.

Last night I wrote a thing with BB and Danny and then was struck with the idea: if Beast boy can turn into any creature he sees (he’s turned into aliens, demons, and cryptids before) then… why not lil baby man??? He has a friend now!!

[ohoh-inmortal]

Simon's always sighing deeply and at the beginning of your relationship you thought it was because he was disappointed or mad at you but then you realized is just because dummy forgets to breathe and is always tired

[c3berus]

it wasn’t real. he never really cared for you. god, did it hurt to hear but it was the truth. your ‘boyfriend’ had been using you for months, you didn’t want to believe it. but one look into his ice dulled eyes and you knew he was serious. he had told you what his purpose was in your life, his ultimate goal. he was assigned to bait you in, catch you on a hook and reel you out. and that he did..

“your eyes..they can be so cruel” you croaked out, words sounding like they cut your tounge on the way out your mouth. you shook your head in silent denial. “so this was your plan the entire time ‘ey? infiltrate from the inside? a classic.”

“Its just business, thought you’d understand” he shrugged carelessly. you scoffed, betrayal settling deep within you.

you nodded, a bitter smile overtaking your face, a pained one. you hated to admit it but, you loved him. you are in love with him, but one of you weren’t going to walk away tonight, you knew it.

your thoughts were finalized with the sound of his gun being set on you. your eyes met his once again surprisingly, he had collected a few tears. “‘M sorry, i really, really am b-“

“i gave you everything i had..” you interrupted him, anger starting to seep through you. in one quick breath, you had your gun planted dead between his eyes. easy kill. “should’ve known it was to good to be tru- no, i shouldve acted on my suspicions sooner” confusion and shock painted johnny’s face. your pained smile became one of ease.

“what?..” he whispered.

“I figured your plan a good few months back, had some necks stepped on, some information spilled and soon i knew exactly who you were, well- work for” you spoke nodding your head to his not-very-well-hidden tags. he fixed his holding on his gun, finger resting on the trigger.

“you knew, and you still did nothing to prevent this? w-why..” ‘soap’ asked.

“because this was inevitable, either way, we’d be here” you laughed, gesturing around you two. Johnny grew tense.

“you’ve been lying to me for months” he barked at you. you wanted to croak out the loudest laugh you could manage. you have been lying? god, he’s pathetic.

“no…you dont get to feel betrayed, wasnt that your plan anyway? your pathetic, really” you muttered to him. seemingly growing sick of his own anger, he tightened his hold of his gun.

“you have to die, i have to kill you” he glared, tears brimming his waterline. you exhaled shakily, thinking about what you wanted to say next.

“do as you wish, but i know the truth about you johnny. the truth that you wont ever go and report to your forcemates” you spoke, putting your gun down and leaving yourself vulnerable.

“you know nothing, shut up”

but you do..

“but i do, i know that you couldve killed me way before all of this. i know that no matter how much you deny it, you are and will forever be in love with me. there some things you just cant deny even to yourself johnny.” he slowly started to shake his head no, trying to block your words out for his heart.

“shut up” he muttered.

“i know that once you finish the job youll go back to them— shut. up. — and youll pretend that your heart isnt heavy, that you — stop talking. —felt nothing, that this was just another day in the workplace” you laughed bitterly ignoring his words. “and i know, that your feelings were real at a point, because if i know anything about you johnny, its that you’re a lot of things, but an emotionless man?..you’re not that.”

“SHUT UP, STOP TALKING, IM GOING TO KILL YOU” he wailed, panicking, taking multiple steps towards you until his gun rested right in between your eyebrows.

“there it is.. you’re realizing that im right arent you, that at least one of us can be truthful? right?” you were gambling with a life you’d already been set to lose. time to take the final dice roll. “say it, say you never loved me..that everything you’ve ever told me was scripted”

silence..

“say it”

“i-“

BANG!

a gun sounded off, but it wasn’t johnny’s at all..blood shot out your mouth, coating johnny’s face. before he could fully comprehend what happened, a voice cut through his ringing ears.

“target kia” ghost spoke into his comms approaching him as your body fell. “lets go, the jobs done, good work keeping him distracted” ghost finished patting his shoulder before walking off.

as ghost rounded the corner, into another room johnny supposed, two tears fell. one not belonging to the same person. blinking away the tears that threatened to break him, soap hurriedly ripped your dog tags off. he quickly pulled them onto him self, before taking one last look at you, heart shattering.

a tear, a tear had treailed down your face. upon further inspection, he looked down at your discarded gun, it had been emptied. he realized two things, that you were never going to kill him at all, and that you were in fact right.

johnny’s heart was heavy. johnny felt everything. and today wasn’t a regular day in the workplace, he had lost the love of his life. and he would never forgive himself for it. finally managing to drag him self out of the room, away from you, he felt as if the whole world had gone silent. from that day on, johnny swore to keep living, not because of you, but for you..

because the truth was..

johnny wasn’t an emotionless man, but man who wanted another so desperately that he swore to himself that they would meet in another lifetime.

THEEEEEE END, did we like the angst? anyone want and alternative ending? - s.

[eracrow]

Training day

[icarustypicalfall]

IM CRYING MY EYES OUT, WATREN SAW MY STORY AND THE THING IS.. IT'S SO EMBARRASSING

i made it as a joke and oh my god he saw the kiss emoji on his cheek and the peppa pig hat ... im done 😭💀

when i tell you, the secret is to use close friends 🤭✨

[squishy-draws-stuff]

Just thinking about that “Mama’s boy” sound

How a terribly touch starved Simon Riley would just lay on top of you on the couch, completely trapping you under his massive frame.

Poor guy burying his face into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist while you watch whatever movie you both had put on.

He would refuse to admit how he craved your touch, yet his favorite thing was to put his head on your chest and just listen to your heartbeat.

Simon Riley was a mama’s boy, a broken man whose mother was taken away from him. But he’s found that warm feeling in you after years of being cold and he’ll be damned if he’s ever letting you go.

Brb I’m off to go cry-

[ghostofaboy]

Agent Whiskey Hobbies Headcanons

🤠 Jack loves to cook. He was taught by his mom, who was taught by her mother. He knows a lot of recipes that have been passed down through his family. This does mean he can get territorial in the kitchen, though.

🤠 Although Jack loves a good movie, TV really isn't his thing. Something would have to be of particular interest to him to watch. It mostly comes down to not having the time to watch something each week, or binge on a streaming platform.

🤠 Jack prefers to relax with a good book. His favorites are historial non-fiction, horror - particularly ghost stories, and mysteries. He hates spy novels. Those authors don't know shit.

🤠 When he was younger one of his favorite things to do was go out riding with his grandpa. They'd be gone for hours and Jack misses him a lot. Whenever he gets to chance to ride, he takes it, and it always makes him think of his grandpa.

🤠 Jack wasn't particularly close to his father, but one of the things they always did together was work on his dad's classic Bronco. That was the whole reason he got one the first chance he got when he joined Statesman. Some of the few happy memories of his dad involve working in silence in the garage and he still prefers to work on his own car than hand it over to the tech team.

🤠 Jack loves to sing. He can't sing and he knows it, but he doesn't let that stop him. Jack firmly believes that confidence can overcome any lack of talent.

🤠 While he's not as young as he used to be Jack still loves a good rodeo. He knows damn well he can't ride the bull as well anymore, but that doesn't stop him from leaping on every mechanical one he sees at events and in bars.

🤠 He used to know how to play the guitar when he was a teenager and had used it to help woo his girl. But when she died, he could bring himself to play again. Recently, however, he's been plucking at it again and likes to sit on his back porch while he relearns.

🤠 Jack is a water baby and loves to swim. Sea, lakes or pools. He doesn't care and just loves the freeing feeling of being in the water.

🤠 One of the things that Jack really enjoys is a long walk. He's lucky enough to live on a large parcel of land but also loves exploring whenever he's not home. He'd roll his eyes if you call it hiking as that conjures something more structured in his head. "It's a walk sugar, it don't need a special name."

[glucosegaurdian]

on more of my eldritch Danny kick. Ancient of space and I was going to do suns/stars where the eyes were but something about the eyes just felt right.. also constellation scars.

[v-ternus]

This is Dew btw, if you care. He got into the greenhouse then showed up in the kitchen like this. Mountain did not like that he ripped up a bunch of the vegetable beds— but he was just trying to help, so he couldnt stay mad for long.

And yes, these carrots did indeed make it into whatever Mountain was cooking for dinner.

[fanficsbyfae]

biker!bf head canons

biker!bf who, no matter how long you've been dating, would still try to rev his bike to impress you and get your attention

biker!bf who'd get a sticker that says "I <3 my girlfriend" so those girls who would bat their eyelashes at him and wave from their cars, would know he already has his backpack

biker!bf who would bite the tips of his gloves to take them off when you're watching just to see if he could get a reaction from you

biker!bf who would 100% pay good money to get you a helmet to match his, if not a whole set of gear - saying something along the lines of "can't have anything bad happen to you, right sweetheart?"

biker!bf who would also help you with your gear, fastening your helmet so its secure, then tapping his helmet against yours playfully before continuing to check your gear

biker!bf where, if you do have a full set of gear, would have you sit sideways on his bike, so he could examine that you're as protected as possible, before tapping your thigh to signal that you're good to go

biker!bf who would wear those slutty little compression shirts, even WORSE is he'd ride out in the rain just so he can get you all hot n bothered with how his shirt is clinging to him like a lifeline, and how the droplets of rain are running down his arms, definitely a sight you can't bring yourself to get used to

biker!bf who'd let his hand rub your thigh whilst you two are waiting at a red light, before dropping his hand to wrap around your calf

biker!bf who would definitely speed up abruptly just so you'd have to hold onto him just a bit tighter

biker!bf who LOVED when your hands would roam his torso whilst you guys are going for a ride, especially if you decided to be cheeky and rest your hand on his crotch

biker!bf who would tell you to 'behave', but you don't know what he's talking about? you're just enjoying the ride? ;)

biker!bf who'd race home afterwards, you're all bark and no bite after all

biker!bf who knew how much you loved to see him working on his bike, so he'd constantly leave his shirt off just so you can see how his muscles move as he's getting grease, dirt and sweat all over himself, all while he’s sporting a backwards ball cap

biker!bf who'd catch you staring at him, so he'd lean against his bike with a cocky smirk toying on his face, as he gloats out a simple "like what you see, love?"

biker!bf who'd fucking DIE if you made him one of those posters that has you posing on his bike - imagine you stole one of his riding jackets, you have nothing on underneath, you just have his jacket covering you, paired with some black boots, a flimsy little pair of denim shorts with your hair looking a little messy and your makeup just a touch smudged, adding to the look, as your perched up on his bike

biker!bf who never has to send an 'I'm here' text because his bike is so loud you hear him before you see him, so when he pulls up you're already sitting there lookin' pretty, waiting for him with a smile on your face

[bravo4iscool]

What's up bestieeeee <3

I saw your call for request and ideas and I SHALL PROVIDE.

How would the TF141 react to getting a pet (feel free to choose what kind of pet, depending what pet person you think they are!)

And how would they behave as a pet parent? 👀

If you don't write for all of them, just do the ones you feel like!!

Have a lovely night 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

AHHH THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i love it very much🤭

i hope you like the kind of animals i gave them hahah (i’m sorry it’s so short)

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

simon “ghost” riley

“come on boy,” simon urged and patted the spot beside him on the couch. “c’mere.” riley raised his head and looked at his owner. he tilted his head and blinked.

“d’nt look a’me that way,” simon laughed and shook his head. “c’mere boy.” he patted the spot on the couch again and this time the shepherd dog complied and raised to his feet.

he jumped onto the couch and set his head on simon’s lap. “atta boy,” the man mumbled and started crawling him behind his ears. “you as lazy as i’m, huh?” simon smirked as he fumbled with the tv remote to put the game on.

once the tv was on and the game running simon laid his head back and sighed. this morning he woke up—petless—and now he had a furball on his couch, more precisely, half on his lap and life couldn’t be better.

he wasn’t alone anymore, he had company—one who didn’t annoy the shit outta him like johnny—and he had someone to talk to, even if riley wasn’t human. it definitely felt better to talk to a dog than to a wall.

johnny “soap” mactavish

“y’pissin’ with me ri’now johnny, aren’t ya?” simon blinked, staring at the animal in front of him.

“absolutely not, me frend,” soap grinned, proudly standing beside his parrot. “meet ghoapie. he’s me parrot.”

simon massaged his temple a took a deep breath. “a parrot? with the name ghoapie?” the brit stared at his best friend, not knowing what the hell to think right now. he knew johnny was…weird but not this weird.

“yea.” pride was clear in soap’s voice and his grin stayed on his face even tho simon looked like he wanted to jump through a window and get himself killed.

“imma kill y’johnny. i’m actually gon’ kill ya.”

soap faked a hurt look and grabbed his chest in a dramatic manner. “why’d ye do that?”

simon’s eyes widen and he pointed at the bird. “because ya got yourself a fuckin’ parrot! how d’ya think this gon’ work out?”

soap frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “ye have a dog. why can’t i have a parrot?”

simon opened his mouth to answer but then the parrot interrupted. “ye why,” he croaked, gaining an annoyed look from simon.

kyle “gaz” garrick

“oh won’t you look at yourself,” gaz cooed as he crawled the little kittens chin, keeping her close to his chest. “oh you’re just the cutest.”

gaz sat down on his couch and carefully sat the kitten down beside him. then he looked at him. “well, what am i gonna name you, huh?”

he started crawling the kitten again, smiling when it started to purr. it looked up at gaz, its eyes fixated on the dog tags around his neck.

then, with a leap it jumped upon his chest and its claws started to toy with said dog tags around gaz’s neck. he laughed and gently grabbed it to pull it away. “i know they‘re called dog tags but they‘re not real dogs, y‘know?“ he looked at the little kitten and tilted his head. “maybe that‘s what i should call ya. you wanna be called tags?“

the name sounded stupid, it really did but it also had a certain ring to it, gaz thought. but the kitten started reaching out for his dog tags again and another laugh escaped him. “that‘s a final thing then! welcome home tags!“ gaz set tags down and reached for the real dog tags around his neck.

the kitten started reaching for it again and jumped around when gaz started to play with the tags. he held them in his hand, swinging them around in the air until the little kitten was able to catch them.

captain john price

“finished,“ the captain mumbled as he took a step back. the aquarium was all set up and now only the inhabitant was missing. he turned around and grabbed the small box which stood on his desk. “time to give ya a new home little fella.“ he opened the box and carefully lowered it into the aquarium to set the fish inside free.

then suddenly his door busted open and soap stalked in. „ye know i thought ghost was pissin‘ with me when he told me ye got a goldfish—“ his eyes feel onto the aquarium. “—but i guess he was right…“

“hello to you too soap,“ price grumbled and pulled his hand back. he wiped it dry on his shirt and set the box down on his desk again. “and yes, i did get a goldfish.“

soap blinked at his captain, then at the goldfish happily swimming around in his new home. “i always thought ye was a dog person. a goldfish is…a weird choice.“

price huffed, “says the one who got a parrot.“ soap wanted to shoot something back but then simon walked in and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“i told ya i was right. y‘know my ears may not be t‘best anymore but my eyes work j‘st fine.“ there was a hint of offence in his voice as he looked at soap, raising one eyebrow.

soap rolled his eyes and mumbled, “ye were right.“

simon grinned under his mask, “thanks.“

[c3berus]

# afab!𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 kinkshot ! — forbidden (dads best friend)

phillip never was much into the dating scene. more like, quick fucks and simple hook ups. despite the pressure from his parents, he just couldn’t find the right guy. most of his pick were either dicks or simply all sexual attraction and couldn’t help him get his rocks off if he gave them the benefit of even trying to pleasure him. he yearned for something more, something..experienced. no matter how much his father told him to date young he couldn’t help the way his eyes would trail over to his dad’s best friend.

he knew it was wrong sure, but it was the first time he’d actually seen himself seriously involved with someone. that someone being the 6’4 tank of a man he’d known since forever. maybe phillip was a bit delusional, because his dad’s best friend hadn’t seem him as much other than his best friend’s son. but the thrill of simply imagining the way his rough hands would trace every corner and crease of his body was just too tempting. too bad it was simply that, an imagined wet dream..

POV CHANGE

today was your best friend’s son’s 19th birthday. dale had invited you over to help celebrate. wanting no more than to see your best friend happy you agreed. besides, it would be another opportunity to speak with phillip. phillip..,gosh was your mind plauged with the thought of him. it was wrong you shamed yourself for even thinking that way of him but you couldn’t help it.

the way his big, doll eyes would light up when he saw you, or when his cheeks got all rosy when you laughed at his jokes and sore attempts of flirting. the way his starch jeans hugged his thighs when he mounted one of your horses. it was adorable, you wanted to be the only cause of his rosy cheeks. of course you noticed all of the assholes he’d bring home, it was more frequent then you’d normally expect honestly. you asked dale (calling phillips dad dale) about it but he simply brushed it off as him “getting a feel the dating pool”. it frustrated you to no end, you knew that you should’ve been the one to climb up to his room and make him feel amazing.

you could do so much more than those boys could do. after all, phillip needed a man to please him, keep him content, and pamper him. who else would execute that more perfectly than you?. surely not the guys you’ve seen him with. coming back to your senses, you approached the graves household with phillip’s present clutched in between your hands. you took a deep breath before knocking on the door waiting for it to be opened.

it wasn’t long before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you plastered a big smile onto your face and watched the door open. your eyes met phillips big blue ones and you felt your smile widening on its own accord. your eye contact last about 4 seconds before he looked down and quietly greeted you and opened the door wider so you could enter. you silently cooed at his nervousness and brushed past him following the voices and laughter into the kitchen.

walking into the kitchen you spotted dale and him seemingly having the same best friend senses as you, his eyes instantly met yours and a he cheered loudly lifting his can of whatever it was towards you. you smiled sheepishly when all the attention was turned on you and everyone else lets out cheers much like dale. you took a step towards the sea of drunks until you were stopped by a small hand grasping your wrist, it was phillip. you glanced up from his hand to see his eyes locked onto the box you held in your hands.

“‘s that mine?..” his soft voice reached your ears. you swooned at his adorable drawl and nodded while moving the box closer to him, gesturing for him to take it. he quickly took it and walked off with it to the living room after telling you thank you and to enjoy the party. you watched him walk away and couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down to his plump thighs that showed through his jeans. after noticing your stare, you shook your head and continued on to dale and the rest of the adults who had gathered around the drink table. you tried to ignore the heat that pooled down south.

hours had passed since then and it was finally time tor phillip to open his gifts. you all had sat on the family couches, phillip was on the floor infront of everyone his gifts all surrounding him. one by one, after a series of comments from family members and friends claiming their given gifts, he had finally made it to yours. he picked it up and sat it on his lap before trailing his eyes up to yours. you nodded, urging him on. he nodded as well and started to open the box.

once he got it open, he slowly revealed it to himself. you saw his eyes widen and his cheeks grow award winningly red. you smirked and took a sip of your beer looking away as phillip immediately looked up at you. you looked back at him once you heard him standing up. you watched him collect his gifts bags trailing up his arms and hands filled with boxes before he excused himself to go put his gifts away.

soon after his exit, you had finished your beer and felt the need to relieve yourself. you excused yourself from the sea of shit faced drunken adults and made your way to the bathroom. once you finished your business, you washed your hands and opened the bathroom door. you were somewhat surprised to see phillip standing there, he looked as of he was about to knock.

“hey-sorry, didn’t mean to hog the bathroom, here- ill just-“ you muttered maneuvering around phillip so he could head into the restroom. you were about to head back downstairs until phillip grasped your bicep.

“wait- I didn’t need use the restroom i was hoping we can talk privately..about? your gift?..” phillip asked gesturing to his bedroom door. you felt your smile drop and your stomach churn.

“if i made you uncomfortable with it im sincerely sorry it wasnt my intention-n-no its fine, i just wanted to talk to you about it, get some things off my chest you know..” phillip interrupted brushing off your apology. you shifted your weight as you heard laughter erupt from downstairs, before you nodded and gestured to phillips room. he smiled and pulled you into his room closing the door after the both of you. he motioned for you to sit in his desk chair, and you followed suit. you both sat in silence for a bit.

“i wanted to let you know that ‘m very grateful for your gift, and if we’re being completely honest here, I’ve been exploring dating or so for a while and ‘m failing horribly really.” phillip trailed off, confusing you.

“the gifts nothing, simple gag joke y’know” you chuckled out. you seen phillip nodding to himself before he picked up the box and pushed it into your hands. you were completely confused by now, ‘he doesn’t want it?..but he said he was grateful..?’ you thought, confusion painting your face.

“i..i want to try it out” he blushed, not meeting your eyes.

“oh..well i mean, i can leave-n-no!” you started heading for the door until phillip threw his body against the partially opened door, slamming it back. you stood blankly staring at phillip in confusion. “i want to try it..with..you” he blurted out, his red face becoming more apparent.

oh..

oh…

“its fine if dont want to! you dont have to! i just felt that you should know that ‘m very attracted to you. i have been for a while actually, but pa told me to date young, and i just cant. they don’t have what i want..they dont..they’re not..they aren’t you..” you let phillip ramble on. he felt the same..your feelings were reciprocated. you hadn’t realized that you hadn’t spoke yet until you looked back into phillips awaiting eyes. you also hadn’t noticed how close you two were until phillip smashed his lips onto yours. without thinking, you immediately kissed back. the kiss started to become more intense until you pulled away and stepped away from phillip.

you saw the hurt flash in his eyes before you took a deep breath and started talking. “phil..this is wrong..your pa was right, ‘m no good for you. you gotcha whole life ahead of ya’. ‘m your pa’s best friend for heaven’s sake..what would he think of this, of us?” you watched phillips face turn stone cold before he mumbled something. you asked him to repeat it.

“he knows of my feelings towards you, he doesn’t like it and wants me to do better but he knows how i feel for you..so yes, this is wrong! but i cant help that it feels so right. are you seriously going to sit here, and tell me that you dont feel at least a small percentage of what i feel for you..? even after that kiss?..” phillip gritted out, storming up to you. you said nothing and looked away. “say it..” his breath fanned onto your stubble. “say that you feel nothing for me..”

you silently looked down at phillip, you could see the stubbornness shining through his eyes. a trait dale definitely passed down. you slowly shook your head no, and mumbled that you couldn’t. you felt him release a deep, shaky breath before he began to step backwards towards his bed pulling you towards him. your legs moved on their own as you mindlessly followed him and soon you found yourself thrusting yourself into phillips mouth one hand on the back of his head. the sounds he made from simply pleasing you should really be looked into.

your hips stuttered before you shot your load down his throat, phillip swallowed every drop before you instructed him to lay onto his back. you reached into the gift box you had given him and pulled out the fluffy blue handcuffs that matched his eyes perfectly. you also pulled out the corresponding rope that came with the handcuffs and gently moved him to the position you wanted him in before tying him up in a series of knots and cuffs. in this position you had a perfect view of his throbbing cunt. you could see his arousal slowly dripping down his leg and fuck was it hot..

you maneuvered yourself in between his legs, your breath fanning over his sopping pussy causing hus hips to stutter, before you licked a long stripe up his pretty parts. this earned you the prettiest whimper you’ve heard in years. wanting him to fall apart on your face, you started to eat him out like a desperately starved man. you managed to pull the sluttiest sounds from him you’ve ever heard and it was music to your ears. with time you managed to to pull 4 orgasms out of him with your tounge and hand alone.

once you finally unlatched your mouth from his heat, the tent in your pants was so tight it was most painful. you removed the ropes from phillip, keeping the cuffs. before you freed yourself from your pants and stripped off your clothing. you let phillip trail his eyes over your body, thanking him for his filthy compliments. before you roughly pulled him to where you wanted him to be. phillip love that, he loved how easy you can bend him to your liking, he loved how big you were compared to him.

you threw his legs over your shoulders before placing your tip at his entrance, pulling your eyes to meet his.

“ready pretty boy?” you asked waiting fir his complete and total consent. phillip nodded, begging you to be careful with him because he’s never had to take anyone like you. you nodded and slowly pushed yourself into his entrance. causing you both to simultaneously let out noises of relief. phillip felt amazing wrapped around your dick, it was like he was made for you and you only. you loved it.

‘whatever you lacked in length you definitely made up in girth..’ phillip thought, feeling the way your dick rubbed against his walls. he couldn’t help but grimace in slight pain at the feeling of being split open, but your reassurance and gentle kisses caused him to relax and let go of his tense muscles. you waited until phillip was ready, he experimentally moved his hips before letting out a deep sigh of pleasure and allowing you to move. you started off very slow and careful, making sure to watch for any discomfort in your pretty boy. when all you received were moans, you sped up and started to roughly rutt into phillip.

phillip was seeing stars, his eyes had crossed and his throat and started to become sore with all the sudden moans and yell you ripped from him when you switched up your pace or hit his g-spot head on. he loved how you talked to him, how youd degrade him then call him the prettiest, most perfect little thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of bedding. how you’d tell him how no one else he’d brought home could make him feel as good as you can, gosh were you right..no one had ever managed to come close to what youve done for him, he was lucky if he even got his rocks off with those little boy toys. he was brought out of his thoughts by the tension in his heat becoming more intense. it seemed like you had figured out that he was soon to come because you immediately started to drill into his g-spot.

he soon came with a scream of your name, you ruthlessly pounded into him for a bit longer and came shortly after. you went to pull out until phillip pleaded with you not to, honoring his wishes, you stayed put and leaned over him to take off the handcuffs. as you did so, you shifted half your weight onto him and flipped you both to where he layed on your chest. you massaged his wrist that began to grow slightly irritated. you kissed his wrist and whispered sweet nothings to him trying to coax him to sleep.

once he was asleep fully, you carefully pulled out, cleaned him up and put your clothes back on. once you were sure you looked presentable enough you walked downstairs to the now quiet house. you were making your way out before a voice interrupted you.

“i hoped you didn’t think youd just bed my boy and leave..”

fuck..

i hope you all enjoy this! should a part 2 come about? what should the outcome be? was it dale who asked? if so, will dale and you fight it out? will you stop seeing phillip? will phillip be okay? hmmm.. decisions decisions 🫢.

- s.

[tanked-up]

Soldiers arguing over who made the first move. (Ghost or Soap)

Them sitting two tables behind:

[icarustypicalfall]

GROUP CHAT OF COD CHARACHTERS CELEBRATING PHILLIP GRAVES BIRTHDAY

PART 2 cake competition

the jokes are really poor also i forgot half of what i wanted to so so yeah

all pics from Pinterest

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WARREN ILYSM 🫶🏻💗

this is the best most accurate cake for him

YOUR MEN HAVE BEEN... *lip smack* DETAINED..