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sky-is-the-limit · 2 years ago

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"Illicit Affairs"

F!Reader x Captain Price

CW: NSFW content, angst, age-gap, hurtful language, Afab!reader.

Distinctions: "///" and italics are used for flashbacks.

WC: 3493 words.

P.s: I'm not a writer! This is my first attempt at writing a long completed one-shot with a smut scene, so any feedback is more than welcome!

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"For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times."

2 missed calls.

In the dead of night is when he calls. Soft whispers and long pauses as if a slight raise of the voice would make this real. Normal. Nothing with John Price is normal. You knew that since the moment you met him in that gloomy bar almost a year ago. It beckoned patrons in and then sucked them into a depression for the rest of the evening with bad drinks and rude staff.

Not the type of establishment for a young woman in her mid-twenties to stumble upon however your recent breakup ensured a long night filled with bad decisions and a clouded judgment to both the place and the company. Only if you knew how a drunken night and a soft whispered 'okay' would alter your life from that day on.

You remember every single detail like you're reliving the same memory every time your phone rings and you see the usual name pop up on your screen, making your heart ache. It wasn't the way he courted you that night. No, John was never good with words or romantic gestures.

He was sitting at the end of the bar, crouched over his drink while staring at his half-finished whiskey with tired eyes. You'd think someone as handsome as him would draw the attention of many at first, but it was obvious that the last thing he wanted was just that. His demeanour was unwelcoming, never spearing a single glance at anyone but the alcohol, his melancholy transparent to unwanted company.

You can't really single out what it was that made you sit down on the stool next to him that night. You remember reading about how Greek mythology described sirens. How seduction was tied back to them, enchanting sailors with their melodious voices only to drag them down at sea to drown. That's exactly how it felt when he turned to look at you, eyes locked in a shared understanding. You knew exactly where you'd end up that night from the second you ordered your first drink.

/ / /

"What can I get you to drink?" The bartender asked, his smile polite but not quite friendly.

"A cosmo, please." Your attempt at not looking at the stranger next to you failed as your eyes trailed to him for a quick second. He wasn't bothered with your presence next to him, his gaze not leaving his drink as if it would get stolen. You weren't expecting much anyway. Maybe your mood on the inside was equally displaying on the outside.

"That would be 8,50." The drink is placed in front of you while you take out your wallet from your purse. You feel bad for yourself tomorrow as it seems that it's gonna be a long night of you doing this motion.

"Put the lady's drinks on my tab." Of course he'd sound like that. Gruff and husky. Little did you know that this voice that you hear for the first time would be the core of agony and bliss in your life.

The conversation shared between the two of you wasn't long. It wasn't a scene out of a rom-com where the two love interests would talk for hours, not noticing the pass of time as they discover that they're made for one another. All it took was 45 minutes of long pauses and blatant flirtatious remarks, tailored perfectly so as not to reveal much about him.

The question is, if you could go back in time to prevent this, perhaps if technology was advanced enough so you could slap yourself, would you still follow him out of that bar? Or would you save yourself countless sleepless nights of crying in your pillow because no matter what you do, you can never be enough. You already know the answer.

"My car is parked close." He mumbled, bringing the glass back to his lips, finishing it with one sip before titling his head to look at you, his eyes locked onto yours, there was a deep, obvious hunger within them yet searching for any signs of hesitation. It was crystal clear to both of you how this night would end.

"Okay." The soft tone in your voice, in contrast to your improper thoughts, led his lips to gently curl at the corners of his mouth, nets of barely visible wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. Any doubts clouding your mind now entirely vanished to the sight in front of you. Not many words followed next. Only hand on your lower waist, guiding you through the semi-empty parking lot.

During those 45 minutes of conversation and thoughts running wild, your intuition was correct. He was exactly what you needed. The limited space of the car didn’t matter at all. Not when you were manhandled against the steering wheel, with his lips against your neck as his fingers were gripping tightly on your hips, guiding them up and down onto his.

The electric feel of his length inside your walls, blending with the intensity of being full to nearly a breaking point, sent your body trembling with pleasure. Something primal in your stomach twisted at the thought of being so effortlessly pliable to him. You were drunk on him and couldn't get enough.

An hour later, the windows were still foggy from humidity, a soft tune playing on the radio accompanying the comfortable silence between the two of you.

"I just realized.." a soft chuckle escaped your lips mid sentence, shaking your head sightly at the silliness of the situation whilst your fingers were fixing the state of your mini skirt.

"I don't even know your name." In other similar situations where you found yourself with a lonely stranger to spend the night, you never cared for their names. It was meaningless, you'd forget them anyway.

"John."

/ / /

The first piece of information about his life came unintended after three weeks, and so did the first disappointment. Before he dropped you off at your place the first time, you made an agreement. The chemistry was undeniably there. The weight was taken off from your shoulders even for an hour. An hour you'd both like to repeat, and so it was set. He'd call you whenever he was done with his hectic schedule, you'd meet him at the usual bar and then back to his car.

It was clear from both of you that these clandestine meetings would be physical, discreet, and nothing more. The heart doesn't listen though, does it?

/ / /

The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky and under it two liars finding comfort in each other, acting like it's nothing. Once again, you find yourself in the passenger seat of his car, trying to catch your breath from his touch while he lits up a cigar.

This time, he didn't bother putting on his shirt, and you can't help but stare. The way the moonlight paints his pale skin, eyes closed before exhaling the smoke towards the sky through the half-opened window. It's a nasty habit, the permanent smell of tobacco on his clothes, his breath, your skin..and yet you crave it whenever he doesn't call.

"Hey, uh, do you have any water with you?" It's only natural for you to be thirsty after another night with him. You always remind yourself to carry a bottle in your purse but always forget from the anticipation to see him.

"I think there's an unopened bottle in the backseat." He mumbled without taking his eyes off the night sky. With one knee on the seat, you turn your body around to reach for the bottle, but something else next to it steals your attention. A military jacket.

"I didn't know you were in the military." How would you know? He never shares any personal information. It's the invisible veil ensuring that your agreement won't change.

"I never told you." Right. His tone is different, though, not as stern as other times when he turned down any attempts from you to get to know him. Maybe it's time for you to test the waters.

"I have a question for you, and it's quite serious." Though you try your best to sound sincere, the tone of your voice immediately gives you away as you turn to face him, hugging your knees as your feet touch the leather seat of his car. You know it bothers him, but he never says anything.

"Oh no, what is it?" He matches your playful attitude, turning his head away from the moon so he can stare at you instead. It shouldn't mean anything that he threw his cigar outside without finishing it, and yet you can't help but wonder if it's a way to show you that you have his undivided attention. That he cares to listen, even if the question following is silly.

"What's your favourite colour?" You finally ask, seizing the moment to get a genuine reaction from him, no walls or guards up, and you do. It starts with a deep sigh and a disapproving shake of the head before a soft chuckle escapes his freshly kissed lips. In that moment, a scary thought creeped into your mind. If you could hear this sound for the rest of your days, you wouldn't mind at all.

The drive to your house felt different this time. More promising. Someone might call you deluded for even daring to think that getting two answers out of him means that it's a step closer to his heart, but you have to try.

The engine of the car stopping snaps you out of your thoughts, fingers touching the handle of the door nervously without the intent to actually open it. Try.

"Hey, um, so I was thinking, perhaps if you're free this week, uh-" What a mess of nerves. You don't even have to turn to look at him to feel his gaze on you, and suddenly, your skin is on fire. "We could go for a coffee? Maybe?" You blurt out, trying hard to ignore your heart trying to burst out your chest.

A shattering silence followed, making you want to exit the vehicle without saying a word, crawl into your bed, and pretend it never happened. It was the next part that felt like someone ripped out your anxious heart and tore it into pieces. A simple..

"No." He mumbled, turning his face away from you, but this time it was you who was staring. His fingers were gripping tightly on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. Was it hope or plain stupidity that made you go on, push a little harder to get a complete answer out of him. You promised to yourself to never fall into desperation for another man and yet there you were, embarrassing yourself for someone who only spares a few words and an hour on you, rejecting the thought of getting to know more than your body.

"No, as in you're not free or -"

"No as in I don't want to, Y/N." His voice was painfully uninterested, not breaking eye contact so his point would get across before he continued.

"This.." He lifted his index finger to point between the two of you "is exactly what we agreed upon. I pick you up, I fuck you and I drop you off. That's only what is ever going to be." You knew. It didn't hurt less to hear it in that manner.

"Don't ask more of me cause I can tell you right now, you're not going to get it." Right.

`You're an idiot.` You quietly murmur against your pillow, hugging it tightly as if it could wash away the embarrassment that made your stomach hurt. The only reply you managed to give him was a small nod before exiting his car.

Your dignity to tell him that you can't see him anymore was nowhere to be found as you kept answering his calls every single time.

/ / /

It's your fault. You made an agreement and you were solely the one breaking it. In your defence, you didn't know that he would alter everything. That not a day would pass without him occupying your brain constantly, like he was a permanent tattoo you were meant to carry forever. The days turned to months, 4 months specifically, the unchanging routine slowly taking away pieces of your heart waiting for it to shatter completely.

At that point in time came the next piece of information you got to know about him that made you wish you'd stop answering the phone.

/ / /

"I'll be gone for a few weeks." You don't like the feeling creeping inside of you, you have no right to feel it. He's not yours to keep, he's not yours to ask if he's gonna miss you or if he's gonna call.

"Oh?" It came out as a mumble from your mouth, trying to appear nonchalant but fooling no one.

"Mhm." Another cigar, another incomplete answer.

"Is it a work thing?" No matter how hard you try, your nervousness gives you away, fingers fidgeting, eyes staring out at the sky.

"Mission, in a different country." He finally admitted, before closing his eyes tightly. He wasn't meant to confess that much.

"When will you be back?" You never learn, do you?

"If- When I come back, I'll let you know." Though the tone of his voice was unchanged, ignoring the slip of the tongue in the beginning, it made your world stop spinning and your heart drop to your stomach. If.

/ / /

The first few nights after that you couldn't sleep. The realisation hit you harder that you expected. You were falling in love and it was eating you alive. You didn't know where he was, if he was okay, if he was alive, if he was coming back to you. You weren't his home, though. You were merely a weakly distraction that he could replace with ease, judging from how little of his heart he gives you.

Nonetheless, it doesn't change how you feel. And so you lay in bed every night, recalling all the small details he has given you, all his unnoticeable habits that mean so much to you, the way his lips feel against yours, how he kisses you with the force of a thousand crushing waves like he's drowning and you're the oxygen he needs, how you feel like one soul when he's holding you close, arms fondling your sides while he's buried deep inside you, leaving breathless whispers against your skin.

Exhausted, you wait for your phone to ring one more time, to know that he's safe, home. When it finally does, with tears glistening in your eyes, you think to yourself that, yes, this can be enough. Until the next time.

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"You take me so well love, fuck-" His head fell back against the headrest, eyes closed and breathing heavy, his hands gripping your thighs as you were sinking down on him.

You could barely focus on the movement, pulling up slowly then rolling your hips down, hot muscles strangling his length while contracting around him.

"John-" His name escaped your lips incoherently, like a desperate cry while panting against his shoulder, feeling every inch of him inside you.

"You're gonna be the death of me-" His fingers weaved through your hair, pulling on it slightly with one hand, leaving the other free to softly press your back against the steering wheel, exposing your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of your hips grinding against him. He couldn't wait to have this sight in front of him again, dreaming about your soft skin, the sounds you make when he bucks up his hips onto yours.

He wasted no time wrapping his lips around your pert nipple, sucking slowly before trailing his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in slow motions with the right amout pressure that sends you over the edge.

"Fuck-" You gasp loudly to the welcoming sensation, surging forward to press your lips onto his in a sloppy kiss. Your hands make their way to each side of his head as you press your chest against his, your nipples brushing up and down against his warm skin to match your hips, sliding down faster with each second.

"God, I missed this, missed you riding me so fucking good, love" He groaned against your lips, sending shivers down your spine as his hands held tightly onto your waist, thrusting you harder down his cock, so deep inside your walls that you can feel your slick coming out of your core.

"I missed you." You can't even process the words, they left your mouth before your brain could catch up, your hips snapping against his and the cry of his name filling the hot car, you orgasm pulsing in warm waves through your body.

This time he doesn't rush. He lets your body stay still, collapsed onto his with the only sound present being your breathless sighs. His hands are still on your waist, unmoving, holding you close against his chest while his forehead softly touches your shoulder.

"I missed you." You have to tell him. Even if you're not brave enough for anything other than a soft whisper, with eyes closed tightly awaiting for him to say something, even if it's something he'll blame on the high of the moment.

A few seconds passed in silence, his hands losing the soft grip he had against your waist. He won't get away with brushing your feelings aside again.

"Please, say something.." You plead in desperation, holding onto deluded hope that he feels something more, that he missed you too. With one swift move, he raised your hips enough so he can slip out of you with ease, carefully sitting you on the passenger seat.

"John?" It's pathetic, really. His name barely audible from your lips as a breathless whisper, begging for the bare minimum, as always.

"I'm not doing this, Y/N." He glanced at you for merely 2 seconds whilst fixing up his jeans.

"I- John, please-" You can feel your chest tighten with each second he's not looking at you, it was nauseating how he acted like this was beneath him. You barely notice the car moving, it was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. You've always savored every second from the ride back home, the moonlight travelling through the night to shine on both of you, a soft tune playing the radio.. Not this time.

"No! Dammit, Y/N! We had an agreement, if you're too immature to keep it then maybe we should stop." John raised his voice slightly out of frustration, this was a new experience for him, you can tell from the way he's gradually losing his calm composure.

"Tell me that you don't feel anything at all. That you never thought of me once when you were away. Tell me something for fucks sake!" You plead, digging your nails into your skin in an attempt to keep yourself from breaking down, unsuccessfully. The tears creeping in the corners of your eyes betrayed your pride.. This time you won't back down.

"You're acting like a child. I'm driving you home and we can forget about this." This time his gaze lingered on you longer, hands gripping tightly on the steering wheel, enough to create red lines on the palms that were holding you close moments earlier. This is what he does when it feels too much, blames your age like it's the answer to all the issues he fears to confront.

"No, we're fucking talking about this. Don't call me a child for not having a heart as cold as yours." All you want to do is use your words like fists and punch holes in his heart. To wake him up from this delirious state.

"What the hell do you want from me?! Roses and dinner dates?! You knew what you got yourself into from the first damn night so don't turn it around to blame me just because you're too desperate to be loved." He hissed bitterly, every word calculated to throw sharpened knives at your heart.

The pain felt like a hot, sharp knife, covered in salt, slicing through your skin again and again. Constant. Unending. Inescapable. You barely become aware of the car stopping in front of your house until he stopped the engine. It's time for you to pick up your pieces one more time. One last time.

"I'll call you when-"

"I'm not doing this anymore, John. I'm done." Except it doesn't matter how many times you'll say it, it will not erase the memory of him from your bones, from your body that has had him a thousand times and aches for him a thousand times more. It will not erase the memory of him engraved in your heart that he stomped on like it was one of his cigars.

"Then I'll stop calling."

And so he did.

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sharkgirly2027 · 1 month ago

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I’m bored and want to write some fanfiction of Trevor from gta but I have literally no ideas so here’s a bingo card someone help me out and pick two things to go to fan fiction

#trevor philips #gta 5 #trevor philips x reader #older guys

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 2 years ago

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Comfort PT. 2 [NSFW]

Some sweet, tender...smutty moments with Philip

Part 1

His hands had gone from slipping under your shirt to eventually lifting it up, forcing himself to part from your lips before the piece of clothing was tossed to the side. He then reattached his lips to yours, moving down to your jaw and then your neck which had a new marking.

Your hands were now on his face, arch backing right into his long form as he went right back to kissing you with full force.

You didn’t even realize when or how your shorts had come off, body nearly bare before you moved your hands down to his chest and had your legs around him once again. Tightening your grip, you grabbed his cloak to open and let it slide off his broad shoulders, also discarding those pieces to the side.Soon you came across the top beneath it, only that and his bandages preventing you from seeing his full body. Right on your thigh, you could feel the hardness that had formed between his legs.

“Philip.” you had to stop him, quietly chuckling as he pulled away from you in worry.

You slipped your hands beneath his top, Philip helping you get it right off before he felt your fingers tug at the bandages on his waist.

Philip watched as you didn’t bother in unwrapping them, merely pulling them downwards until they had completely come off and were placed to the side. All that was left were the ones on his arms and a few still hanging loosely on his shins, while you only wore your undergarment.

Looking up at Philip, you realized that he was taking in every bit of your body. He never did have enough, never ceasing to be fascinated with how beautiful you looked under him.

“Come on…stop that..” you attempted to cover yourself as best as possible, even looking away with hot cheeks before you felt Philip’s lips on your neck and his arms digging beneath your back to hold you against his naked chest.

Philip brought himself into a sitting position, letting you sit on his lap while he hugged your waist. His hands were now under your legs, making your hips grind against his body as a friction was created between your heats.

“Ph…Phil…” you breathed out, feeling as he squeezed your thighs rather roughly yet almost curiously.

Philip’s own breathing became even more rugged than it already was, now sounding desperate and feeling hot over your cold skin. He brought his lips to your shoulder, licking the spot while resisting the urge to sink his teeth in.

As your own breathing quickened, you shifted your legs so that you could hold yourself up with them on top of Philip’s lap.

A growl immediately sounded in his throat as your hips smoothly grinded over his exposed member, having to dig his nails into your thighs as the cloth between you was enough to have him more than accidentally teased.

He reached down to your crotch, moving aside the cloth that bothered him so before his tip rubbed against your entrance.

Biting your lip, you used his shoulders to hoist yourself and slowly sink down into his full erection, the length enough to have you moaning and digging your claws into him. You continued to grind into Philip, feeling his hands roam your bottom and even caress your back as you slowly started to lower him onto the ground.

You had leaned down along with him and placed your palms on the ground, resuming your passionate kissing and eventually breathy moans that were heard every time you had to part from him.

Philip gave more growls and grunts, going as far as clawing into your rear, that he made sure to hold just above the tip of his member, before thrusting his hips upwards. He pulled out nearly all the way, then thrusting again with a choked groan as you gasped at the motion.

His hips continued to thrust in and out, the sensation so good that it had your arms wobbling and lips drawing blood after you bit on them too hard.

Soon enough your arms gave in, forcing you to lay on Philip’s chest as every monstrous sound rumbled inside it. You felt as he stopped thrusting, instead making it so that he was lowering and lifting your hips onto his length.

You buried your face into his chest, releasing a series of breaths and moans that sometimes included his name in an incomprehensible manner.

Philip’s nose sounded as though he was fuming, his breathing having become so quick from his own pleasure and the need to satisfy you. He hadn’t even realized that he had started to release his seed that was already dripping down one of your thighs.

While your face was still buried in his chest, you once again brought your hands to his shoulders and grabbed on with all your might as the knot that had formed in your lower abdomen became tighter.

“Philip…”you finally begged in a way he could understand, knowing that he heard you even if his head remained thrown back. “I’m…please…”

Philip then switched the movements so that he was once again thrusting, this time going much faster and harder.

Your moans became louder as his bark-like skin smacked against yours, creating sounds that echoed in the Blood Lodge along with his animalistic sounds.

A few more fast thrusts and you felt Philip’s member ejaculate right inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy enough to slip out of your entrance and continue to shoot the liquid onto whatever it reached. At that very moment, you heard Philip give such an inhuman sound as your entrance clenched around him and you shut your eyes tighter,

Trembling against Philip’s body, you gave in and allowed yourself to completely lay on him while trying to catch your breath, hearing his choked breathing right in your ear.

Your eyes fluttered open as your mind was in a haze, noticing Philip basking in your afterglow as his expression nearly read “I did that”.

He brought one of his hands up to your face, feeling just how soft you were in contrast to him, and he smiled as best as he could before you nuzzled right into him.As his breathing began to slow down, Philip wrapped his other arm around your waist before rubbing his nose against your smiling face to then shut his eyes in the temporary bliss.

#dbd x reader #dbd wraith #dbd philip ojomo #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #smut #if y'alls dont like this then at this point idk what else you guys want #besides danny johnson asdfghjklk

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oceantornadoo · 6 months ago

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too sweet (simon riley x f!reader, possessiveness turned into fluff)

"i don't know why you keep coming back here."

you poured him a whiskey, neat, and slid it across the table. simon caught it with grace, signaling his thanks by lifting the glass your way. he raised it to his scarred lips and your breath caught in your chest, captivated by the way his throat moved as he swallowed his drink. shaking yourself out of that haze, you busied yourself with cleaning the bartop. "jus' like to keep watch." he murmured over the low din of bar chatter.

"thought we weren't dating." you said nonchalantly. "we're not." he was leaning over the counter now, making searing eye contact. "then why-"

"'scuse me." a man appeared, raising his two fingers to signal an order. you closed your mouth, ending the conversation effectively, and put on your customer service smile. "what can i get you?" he smiled, and you noticed he had a nice one. you had been too caught up in simon at first realize the stranger was quite attractive. "gin and tonic, ma'am." the nicety made you smile, his low southern accent quite endearing.

simon turned towards the stranger, pissed off your conversation was cut short. he’s as american as apple pie, all southern charm and a moonshine smile. "fuckin’ yank." simon grumbles, turning back to his drink. you try to hide a grin at his annoyance, ducking to find a clean glass for the stranger’s drink.

you pour it in front of him, years of practice letting the gin out of the bottle with a giant flourish. he gives you another one of those charming smiles, teeth so white he could be in a toothpaste ad. “wouldn’t peg you for a gin and tonic kind of guy.” you try to talk to patrons for a good tip, toeing the line of flirty. with simon’s pissed off mood, refusing to label the two of you and choosing to act like a guard dog at the same time, you decide to have a little fun. at the end of the night, you’ll hopefully get an orgasm with either guy you choose.

“and what kinda guy would’ya peg me for?” he leans on the counter, calloused hands raised loosely to grab his drink. he pulls it to his mouth sensually, drinking half in one go. his tongue darts out to clean a stray drop, all while his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bar. you grow bold, left hand reaching to touch the brim of the actual cowboy hat he’s wearing. you rub your thumb over the edge for just a second, then bring it back down to your bar counter. “mint julep. maybe an old fashioned.” he laughed at that and you could practically feel the laser eyes simon is sending your way. an old fashioned is one of his go to’s, right after his whiskey (neat), something he orders without fail. and for you to casually throw that around? you obviously didn’t understand your agreement.

“just cause of the accent don’t mean i’m a mint julep kinda man. too sweet for my taste.” he drained the other of his drink and you watched his throat work, strong neck muscles straining. “another?” he cocked his head, assessing. “surprise me, sugar.” you giggled and simon stood up, chair squeaking with the weight of him. you cocked an eyebrow. no way he was giving up that easy. “goin’ for a smoke.” you nodded and he disappeared, like his namesake. you plopped the drink down in front of your stranger, and much to your delight, he gave you a genuine laugh. “i’ll be damned, a long island iced tea. you just got yourself a 30% tip, sweetheart.” you smirked. “all these nicknames and i still don’t know your name.” he eyed your name tag. “you’ve got a pretty one yourself.” you cocked your head, waiting. “philip graves. pleasure’s all mine.”

simon was stewing. did you not understand that once you fucked, you were his? you were claimed, he belonged to you as much as you belonged to him. he even had the bite mark to prove it. so he'd wait, like a good soldier. he could wait for eternity.

you figured simon had left. it was two hours later, and graves was still at your bar, flirting up a storm. he had nursed the long island awhile, a bit tipsy but nothing more. if simon wanted to give up and leave you at the first sign of competition, fine. all the more reason to go home with the cute stranger who'd been sending you looks all night. your shift was ending and graves noticed you wiping down the counters and counting out your till. "that guy earlier yours?" you shook your head. finally. you'd been waiting for this all night. "don't have a guy. i'm a free agent." he hummed thoughtfully. "can i walk you home?" you smirked. "sure."

you were walking out the door with graves when you felt it. a dark presence just outside the bar, lurking in the alleyway. simon. in a flash, your walking buddy was against the alley wall, simon's forearm pinning him to it. "y'r gonna walk y'rself home and never come back. copy?" graves seemed to be weighing his options, eyes darting from yours to simon's. seemingly, he decided you weren't worth it (bitch), and nodded to simon. "copy." simon pressed him harder into the wall, then let him go. graves walked off without a second look back, oozing sliminess that seemed to be hidden by the bar lighting.

your feet kept moving towards your apartment, ignoring the glowering man behind you. no one asked him to go all caveman, yet here he was. his steps echoed behind you, making them heavy on purpose so you could hear him. always so calculated. "stop." you kept walking. "said stop." you turned down your street instead. "baby, please."

you spun on your heel, marching towards the imposing figure he cut in the night. "you can't call me that." simon cocked his head at the finger you pressed into his chest. "why not?" a frustrated breath of air passed your lips. "because we're not dating. that's what you said." he stepped closer, your finger on his chest turning into a splayed hand to keep him away. "you were goin' t' leave with him." you shook your head. "you don't get to say that. you left." he pushed closer until he was towering over you, hands finding your waist. "was jus' waitin' f' you." some force moved your hand up his chest to find his neck, thumb brushing his pulse point. "you're so stupid." he squeezed your waist in admonishment. "an' y'r bossy." you squeezed his neck back in a fake choke. "you gonna kiss your girlfriend? you seem to be all talk no-" and he shut you up with a kiss.

um so i hate this. but it's been in my drafts for months so:

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7s3ven · 6 months ago

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Guys, I’m going feral over thinking about deer hybrid! Reader x Philip Graves. Might make this into a series if I’m bothered LOL. I like the idea.

Imagine in this au, hybrids are rare. Especially you who looks entirely human save for the white and brown freckles adorning your skin and the gentle doe ears that flick occasionally.

You were a tagged hybrid, slang for a hybrid in danger of becoming nothing more than a test subject. You were prized for your unique blend of both human and animal characteristics. However, the company holding you captive forgot one thing. You were still part animal and it was in your instincts to run.

You met Graves after you collapsed on the road while sprinting away from the laboratory, your keen ears picking up the shouts coming from the guards.

You thought yourself as lucky that a car had been passing through the area when you fell. “What is it?” Someone exited the vehicle followed by another.

“It’s a hybrid… a deer one. I think. Can’t really tell.”

“It’s clearly a deer. What else would it be? A bird?”

They bickered amongst themselves before one had the initiative to pull out a walkie talkie. “Boss, we’ve encountered a hybrid on the road. Not sure how old she is, maybe late twenties? She’s a deer hybrid, has a few wounds, and she’s tagged. Your orders? Over.”

The pair waited half a beat before there was a response.

“Why would I want a hybrid?”

“She’s one of the valuable ones, sir. Maybe she can be useful. She was running quite fast before she blacked out. Doubt she’s been fed so to run at that speed on an empty stomach is impressive.”

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. “Fine, bring her in.”

You didn’t officially meet Graves until a week later when he finally paid you a visit.

He watched in concealed awe at the way you gracefully moved, even when you were confined to a bed. You stared up at him, your soft doe eyes burning holes. He found you strangely captivating and it was in that moment he realized you could be useful after all.

Your aim with a gun was surprisingly good. If Graves was going to keep you, he needed you to be capable of protecting yourself. He spent at least a few hours each day just watching you fire a round of shots. His presence was no longer required but you seemed to enjoy his company.

Apart from Graves and the two Shadows who picked you up off the road, you didn’t speak to anyone else. You were shy to the point where sometimes, you didn’t even utter a word to Graves.

Within months, it became apparent as to where your loyalties lay. You answered to Graves and him alone. To you, his words was the law. If a command did not come from Graves, you did not follow it.

Some people found it annoying… but Graves adored it.

You followed Philip Graves everywhere he went, which also meant you tagged along on his shared mission with the Mexican Special Forces Operator and Task Force 141.

BONUS

You were his personal sniper, a gun gifted by Graves strapped to your back.

“Who’s the pretty lass?” A Scottish man asked as you trailed behind Graves. He gazed at you curiously, tilting his head.

Graves barely spared him a look. “My sniper.” He cockily answered, an undeniable smugness to his sharp words. “You don’t need to know her name.”

There were questioning looks exchanged between the teammates before Graves clicked his fingers, effortlessly gaining your attention. He leaned down, fully aware of the eyes following his every move.

“Doe.” He uttered the pet name you were accustomed to. Then he spoke in a foreign language, one only you could understand. Then he pointed at a tree nearby. You didn’t need any further instructions as you stepped forward, grasping your rifle. The others watched with raised brows, patiently waiting for something to happen.

There was a loud bang as you pressed the sensitive trigger of your gun. The bullet flew through the air, hitting the tree with pinpoint accuracy. You fired three more shots, hitting the exact same spot and drilling a hole into the trunk.

With practised ease, you lowered the gun. You heard Graves chuckle before he spoke. “Trained her myself.” He beckoned you back to his side and you obeyed without another thought.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as an act of dominance to the others. “She listens to my commands and mine only so don’t think for a second that her loyalties will change.”

Graves reached out to grasp your necklace, showing it to the whole group. It was a heart with his name engraved on it. “She belongs to me and if any of you muppets even look at her funny, it won’t end well for you.”

#philip graves #philip graves x reader #cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod graves #shadow company #cod mw3 #tf 141 #alejandro vargas #cod modern warfare #cod phillip graves #hybrid au

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 2 years ago

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Lia's Cod Masterlist

Hi lovelies! This is my official CoD Masterlist to those of you who wish to have an overview of my content so far and future content. This is a short navigation of my works and I hope you guys enjoy it.

These are all arranged in chronological order :3

Sidenote: I JUST REALIZE HOW MUCH CONTENT I HAVE, IT'S FAR MORE THAN WHAT I EXPECTED THAT I'VE MADE.

Edit: I published it by accident 😭

Edit as of January 7, 2024: I will be editing my rules soon and though I have 18+ (only to indicate my age) in my bio, that doesn't mean that any minors cannot interact, you can because all my works are sfw (as far as I'm aware there are a few suggestive works). Even if they were nsfw, your internet consumption is not my responsibility and I'm not uncomfortable if you do decide to consume that content under the impression that you know what you are getting into once reading it.

This is all my replies to asks that are not content:))

This is the tag link to all my content that is my wroks

The dividers are brought to you by @anitalenia, who happened to so kindly and graciously accept my request and the amount of edits it took, I'm so sorry for the amount of work it took you love. Thank you so much for these amazing dividers and for being so patient with me even though you have work 😭🩷

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

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

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)

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

#cod x reader #aethelwyne lia writes #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #konig x reader #task force 141 #masterlist #cod masterlist #shadow company x reader #los vaqueros x reader #kortac #cod mwiii #cod mwf2 #cod mwii #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #task force 141 x reader

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moonlightkitties · 7 months ago

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Hello! Since I see that your requests are open, I was wondering if we could get some needy and jealous Trevor headcanons? Make them as fluffy or angsty as you want them, please.

Pairing: Trevor Philips x reader

Warnings: Drugs, alcohol, mommy issues, NSFW (kinda but not really), abandonment issues.

A/N: My first answered GTA request!!! I love Trevor so much he was literally the only reason why I played in the first place.

Needy Trevor

He is VERY needy

It doesn't matter if you're his s/o or best friend he is NEEDY

If you're his s/o then his hands will be touching you every second of the day, it doesn't matter where or who he is with

Physical touch is one of his love languages so if you refuse his touch he will get very upset

Doing dishes? Hands on or around your waist.

Cooking? Same thing, he NEEDS to touch you.

Relaxing in his grimy bed? Groping your chest.

If y'all are in public at the store or even on a walk, you WILL be holding hands.

He loves you and wants to protect you.

After Michael's "death" he swore he wasn't going to get attached to another person but nooo you came along and had to ruin it.

If you're really busy and need to get house chores done or need to go shopping he WILL whine and grumble the entire time your gone.

If you join him, Michael and Franklin on a heist, you will be with him the ENTIRE TIME.

He was not going to go through the grieving process again.

Also, Trevor doesn't care WHO is watching, he will start groping your chest, ass, ANYTHING.

PDA is a big thing with him.

Kissing, holding hands, he'll even have sex with you in public he don't care.

He's got mommy issues and if you need to go to work or even the bathroom he will call you "mommy" and force you to stay with him.

Jealous Trevor

If he is jealous he will make it KNOWN

If you're talking to another guy, whether he's a cashier, waiter, or even just some random guy Trevor will go up to you, threaten the dude and pull you into a rough, sloppy, wet kiss.

Jealous, angry sex is a real thing when it comes to Trevor.

He gets jealous very easily and will get super petty too.

Oh, you're talking to another guy? Well I guess you don't want to talk to me anymore.

Very bratty.

If he sees Michael or Franklin getting closer to you he will tell them off and pound you in another room until you can't walk.

He doesn't mean to sound jealous he just loves you and doesn't want to loose you.

His abandonment issues are high when you're with someone else.

Wade is like a little brother to you but Trevor DOES NOT like it when you talk to him.

Ron, he doesn't really care about cause he's...well Ron.

Chef he doesn't mind either because he's barley around in the first place.

When he gets high or drunk he'll cry into your chest and ask is he's good enough for you :(

He's very self conscious when he's in that state and all his negative thoughts just explode.

You just cuddle and comfort him because that's really all you can do before he's passed out in your arms.

#trevor philips #gta 5 #gta v #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips headcanons #gta fanfiction #trevor philips gta v

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finelinevogue · 1 year ago

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sad beginnings,

summary - everyone sees you as this weird and crazy ravenclaw. everyone except remus and sirius. part 2

pairing - ravenclaw!reader x wolfstar

word count - ~1.5k

[part 1] [part 3]

Your face stung like a swarm of bees.

The pace you were running through the corridors, causing the cold wind to cut through the cat scratches on your face were so sore. Cat scratches that had been put there purposefully by someone who didn’t like you; Darcy.

Her and her band of Ravenclaw elites thought they ran the House, including Philip who was like the devil incarnate. They have never liked you and have turned the majority of the school against you, claiming that you’re weird and crazy.

Weird? Maybe. Crazy? Well, you certainly wouldn’t use your pet cat to scratch out someone’s cheek just because you had a little more power over them.

Now you were going to have to walk in late to Potions, all because you’d left your textbook in your dorm and then had a run-in with Darcy and her cat.

You’d cleaned up the wound the best you could, but it was just so sore now.

The tears stung in your eyes, willing you to set them free. However, you had already figured out that tears in your cuts were worse than holding back the tears.

You took a deep breath before walking into the Potions class that Professor Slughorn taught.

He didn’t particularly care for favourites and he didn’t really have least favourites, but he did make a deal about his students being late to his lessons.

The door made a loud screech as it opened. Way to walk in subtly.

You kept your head down as everyone’s eyes turned to yours.

Lots of whispering started up and it no doubt had everything to the scratches down your cheek, and the fact you were never ever late.

“Ah. Nice of you to join us, Miss L/N.” Professor Slughorn spoke, making you cringe at his tone.

“Sorry I’m late, Sir.” You looked up at him and saw him cringe in return as he saw your cheek. He made no move to comment on it though.

“Take a seat now, please. See me after class for a detention.”

You shamefully dropped your head. Now your perfect record would be screwed over.

Sirius dramatically stood up from his chair, the sound of metal upon the stone floor grating everyone’s ears to pieces.

“Actually that won’t be necessary, Sir. Y/N gave me her textbook since I’d forgotten mine at breakfast, so Y/N went to the Hall for me to retrieve it. Wouldn’t want your precious textbooks going missing, Professor.”

“Oh, well, never mind then.” Slughorn shrugged. Sirius knew he was wrapped around Slughorn’s finger and used it to his advantage to save you a detention.

You looked over to him and smiled in thanks, but Sirius didn’t smile back. Neither did Remus. They were both looking at you with concern, or at least what you thought was concern. It might be anger for nearly getting them in trouble.

James tugged on Sirius’ shirt for him to sit down again. Sirius tugged away from him though, fists clenching against his sides as he watched you.

You attempted to find a seat then.

You walked over to a table full of other Ravenclaw girls in your year, but the one empty seat at the table instantly became unavailable as a girl dumped her bag on the chair next to her.

“Seats taken.”

“Oh, sorry.” You said softly, walking to another table where there were only three of them sat. Plenty of room.

You went to pull out a chair next to one of the guys there, only to realise there was black ink all over the stool for some reason - meaning it was also unavailable.

“Tough luck.” One of the boys said and the rest snickered.

“Miss L/N, why don’t you just go and sit over there.” Slughorn pointed his hand over to where an empty table was. It should’ve seated 6 people, but currently no one was sat there.

You nodded your head and quickly made your way to the table before any more attention could be drawn towards you.

It was a table at the back of the room and quite far out of sight of the blackboard, making it difficult to copy out the notes. You tried your best.

At one point during the lesson you turned your head to the wall to let out a few tears, knowing no one could see you. A few salty tears burned over your wound, but you bit on your lip to cover the sob that wanted to erupt from your chest.

This really fucking sucked.

You were all for self-wallowing, but when it was in the middle of a class you hated it.

There was a time and a place for it and it was not here and it wasn’t now.

You dug your blunt fingernails, from all the anxious biting, into your palms to suppress the emotions you wanted to let out. Focusing on the lesson and Slughorn’s words were your best chance of getting through this.

You were busy writing away, trying to keep up with the notes, when you felt someone sit down next to you. Your natural instinct was to tense and shuffle away only slightly, because who wanted to sit next to you if not to torment you further?

“Y/N?”

You were shocked to see Remus sat next to you.

“Oh, hi, Remus. Are you okay? Am I in the way or something?” You looked around you to make sure you weren’t.

“No, no! We- I mean, I, just wanted to ask you something?” He stumbled over his words.

“Sure.”

“Uh.. Well….”

“Oh my God, Remus! Are you okay?” You gasped when you saw a cut along his forehead, which was hidden beneath his hair and you’d only seen because of how close you were sitting.

So close, in fact, that you could smell his cologne: Cedar wood and… something else.

“Me? Are you seriously asking me that right now?” He looked shocked and you blushed like mad.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, it wasn’t my place. I apologise.” You shook your head and tried to refocus on your work.

“Y/N…” Remus said ever so softly.

His voice was so pretty. So delicate.

Sirius’ was more rough and deeper. Both were a song to listen to.

You didn’t reply, thinking that if you just ignored them he wouldn’t be mad at you anymore. Because he was mad, right? You shouldn’t have questioned something so personal about him.

“Y/N?” He asked again.

You’d never get over hours name sounded coming from him.

Slowly, you tilted your head towards him. Instead of being met with a furious gaze you were met with something much softer. His warm eyes looked troubled.

You looked at him nervously, hoping for the best out of whatever this situation was.

He reached up a hand towards your face, a couple of rings placed on his ridiculously well structured fingers. You followed the movement of his hand, whilst Remus followed your eyes.

His fingers carefully brushed your fallen hair that covered your cheek and only slightly pushed it to the side, his fingers barely touching your skin.

You let out a shaky breath.

You were one to wear your emotions on your sleeve and Remus had you feeling very nervous in that moment. Not nervous like you’d been around Darcy or Philip. A different kind. A better kind.

“Who did this to you?” He asked.

You looked up to see him studying the cuts like you’d seen him in the library studying for a test. He was trying to map out all the details of your scratches, so it seemed.

“What?”

“Please, Y/N. Let us know who did this to you? Hell, even what did this?”

“Us?” Was the word you chose to focus on.

“Yes—.”

“Mr Lupin, there’s a time and a place for funny business and it won’t be in my classroom.” Slughorn broke whatever moment had happened between you and Remus.

Remus had been quick to drop your hair, apologise and return to his seat.

Your cheeks flushed red with the thought of someone catching you looking, almost, intimate with Remus.

Oh God.

What if Sirius had seen?

You looked over to where Remus had rejoined Sirius. Remus was whispering to Sirius whilst you watched Sirius’ jaw click.

The chill that surpassed you when Sirius turned to face you across the room told you everything you needed to know.

Stay. The hell. Away. From. My boyfriend.

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

As Slughorn finished the class Remus quickly tried to stuff everything into his satchel before everyone left without him.

“C’mon! Hurry up!” Sirius urged him - only because he obviously didn’t have his own bag and made Remus carry everything.

“Shut it.” Remus snipped, shoving his textbook in his bag before grabbing his cloak and moving.

“Hey, calm down.” Sirius tried to soothe him, slipping his hand into Remus’.

“Calm down— Are you insane?”

“A bit.”

“How am I supposed to be calm when half of Y/N’s face is missing?” Remus whisper shouted and Sirius quickly pushed him back against a stone wall for a time-out.

“Calm down. I mean it, Rem.”

Remus let the cool of the stone wall sink in through his skin and allow him to breathe again.

He didn’t know what was coming over him recently.

“Y/N’s gone now, because I couldn’t pull myself together.” Remus sighed.

Sirius brought his hand up to cup underneath Remus’ chin lightly, making it so he had no choice but to look at him.

“Look at me.” Remus tried to move away, but Sirius’ hands held strong. “Hey, don’t. Look at me. We are going to find Y/N and get to the bottom of whatever has happened, okay? But you need to calm down first.”

Remus let his shoulders exhale and he nodded. “Okay.”

Sirius smiled, leaning in to give Remus a few kisses. One for listening to him and another just because he loved him so much. Sirius could really feel Remus calming down after those.

“I just… Y/N is… she means…” Remus struggled to find the right words to say, but it didn’t really matter.

“I know. She means the same to me.”

Sirius rested his forehead against Remus, as they calmed each other and maybe one day hoping you’d be right there beside them.

#wolfstar angst #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x reader angst #ravenclaw reader fic #harry potter fic #marauders era fic #marauders x reader #wolfstar x ravenclaw reader #wolfstar blurbs #sad beginnings finelinevogue #finelinevogue masterlist #polywolfstar x reader #poly!wolfstar

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myhornysaga · 9 months ago

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mmmm what is that certain incident... do graves and lawyer reader have kids ?? Or.... 👀 👀mmmmmm im watching from the shadowzzz

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

A/n: thank you for reading my work anon♡ the secret will be revealed, stay tuned

I'm planning on this chapter be divided in two parts so this is part 1 of this chapter. Songs recommended, in order: people in the front row, end of beginning, angel of the morning.

Tags: mdni, graves x Lawyer wife reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, pregnancy.

Part 2, Series masterlist , M.list

You and Graves had a kid.

A daughter.

She was born with the best of you and your husband Phil.

Just after a year of being married you discovered you were pregnant. Thanks to the little rendezvous the night before your husband was leaving for his 364 days deployment in the middle east.

He was in Marines back then and you worked as a full time criminal lawyer at your father's Firm, one of the three top Law firms specializing in International Laws and Extradition.

You were learning international criminal law under one of the most recognizable lawyers and a dear friend of your father, Mona De La Sierre.

Everything was going smooth, your career was at peak and you were only in your late 20s, till you discovered...

You have missed your periods for 2 months.

At first you had your doubts, no way you could be pregnant right? But its been 2 and half months since you and Phil had- no! Lets not have false hope. A simple pregnancy test will reveal whatever it is!

You sat on the toilet seat of the housing quarter. You had done 3 pregnancy tests and they all came... positive.

And it started.

You couldn't believe you were pregnant. You wanted scream and yell out of happiness and let everyone know Mr and Mrs Graves are having a kid!

You wanted the first person to know about this to be none other than the perpetrator! You couldn't just wait to call him. But you had to wait because you can only call him at night due to different time zones.

Despite staying awake past midnight and 14 calls, none were answered. You tried one last time before giving up and call next day.

The 15th call was answered by someone else.

"Hello? Phil? Babe?", you asked nervously.

"Hello?" The voice said

"Ahem... I'm trying to reach Sergeant Phillip Graves. I'm his wife is he there?" You questioned on the line.

"Uh no maam im sorry but the Sergeant will not be available for four weeks."

"4 weeks? You gotta be kidding me!", you huffed in frustration.

"Thats what im told Mrs Graves."

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4.5 weeks later.

Location: Marines Reconnaissance Base in [Redacted]

Sergeant Graves had returned to the base after leading a successful Recon mission without any casualties.

"Sergeant!" A marine called out for Graves in his tent, "sir you have a letter from home"

"Just in time", he chuckled as he sat down on his bed after a long and hard few weeks, finally resting on a proper bed instead of a dug out pit.

"The envelope looks big. Look out Graves, this could be divorce papers" one his teammates joked.

"Yeah totally. Chicks throw you divorce paper if you don't talk to em in every two hours. Haha", another one joined in

"Nah boys i don't think its that.", Philip tried to convince.

"Thats what captain Jerome said", another one jumped in and everyone started laughing. While Graves just shook his head while chuckling along and opening the envelope and started reading it.

He stood up straight out of shock, letter still in hand.

"Told ya its them divorce papers", the guys said.

"What is it Graves?", one of them asked in a serious tone now.

Everyone could still see the absolute shock on the Sergeant's face.

His heart was racing out of excitement, "Holy shit boys, im gonna be a father!", Graves said to his teammates.

Everyone in the tent started congratulating him and hugging the man. Some quipped with the question whether the kid is his or- Graves wouldn't let them finish and just hand them the DNA papers, solidifying his paternity.

The letter,

"My love, i hope you are doing well. I tried to reach you several times through call but i was informed that you are not available for 4 weeks.

Its an awful long time to wait to let everyone know. But remember this, i want YOU to be the first to know of this, that you are going to be a FATHER soon!

I checked in with the doctors and its confirmed! I am 3 months in. By the time you arrive, we'll be a family of three my bub.

And before you or your jarhead boys start questioning the legitimacy of OUR child, i will be attaching DNA tests as well, have fun.

So thats that. You are going to be a dad Phil! You better come back in one piece!

With love and warm hugs

Y/n L/n Graves xo".

Part 4

#phillip graves #graves x reader #cod x reader #cod #phillip graves x reader #graves x you #graves smut #cod mwii #cod mw3 #phillip x reader #phillip graves x you #graves x female reader #cod x female reader #philip graves x reader #graves x y/n #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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rs8ndead · 10 months ago

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❛ addicted ❜ ⸻ dating Trevor Philips

── ﹙ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ SUMMARY.﹒⟢ ⸻ Trevor as a boyfriend. 🤗🤗

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ PAIRING.﹒⟢ ⸻ trevor philips x gn/gender neutral! reader.

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ A/N.﹒⟢ ⸻ EEEEEEEK first headcanons post of one of my TOP hyperfixations HOORAY ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ I love characters like Trevor,,,, like characters who are stinky and or crime lords :3 so fun to write because they’re just MAD crazy 🎀🎀 he’s also so easy to write to because I made a original character BASED off of Trevor and to ship with Trevor, I really wanna write like fanfiction of the two together but I’m not sure if anybody will like… like it or anything 💔💔😓 ( I hope I’m writing Trevor right, I’d freak out if I weren’t writing one of my favorite comfort characters correctly )

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ TAGLIST﹒⟢ ⸻ none 💔 pls let me know if you guys wanna be in my taglist for everything that I write or for something specific :33

🩸 ⸺ the most clingiest man ever. From clinging onto your waist if not constantly when you guys are alone, to following you around everywhere you go and holding onto your hand as if he were some body guard, being nosy and peeping himself into your business ( example: phone call ), intrusive staring towards you, sniffing them without context or warning at all, invading personal space ( he has no sense of it ), constant and constant communication, overwhelming relentless and continuous affection, regular rambling and blabbering about how much he loves you and that he would literally do anything for you ( committing crimes such as robbery, credit card fraud, murder, arson, etc etc THE LIST GOES ONNNNN ), no he will not stop any of his suffocating and overwhelming actions until you probably like communicate out your boundaries with him. He grew up with a horrible childhood, he’s not really socially aware of how creepy he can be when he starts to date somebody. It’s very obvious that he’s got an emotional attachment to you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ despite his history of hooking up with other woman and his chaotic mess of a personality, Trevor truly feels there is a bond with you and him and that there’s actual chemistry, instead of just sex and splitting ways after wards. He loves you so very deeply and isn’t afraid to show you that he loves you, at all.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ Trevor is all putty when it comes to you, like a baby kitten. He’s your lil meow meow for real, ESPECIALLY when you give him any form of affection.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ takes you out on shopping sprees constantly whenever he can if you’ve got a hobby for shopping ( and yes of course, it’s allllll from Michael’s credit card, in which good ol’ Trev somehow managed to steal from him ) and constantly commits credit card fraud just so he can see you happy, if you TRY to persist he will just say something along the lines of: “sugar tits, no no no… let me spoil you.” And no, he will not take a no for an answer, he’ll even go as far as hiding your form of payment ( cash, credit, debit ) in a place where he knows you won’t find it, because he’s not letting you buy anything for yourself, at all. He’s paying for you, one way or another and he loves you and doesn’t want you to pay for yourself when you’ve got him. It’s a fifty / fifty relationship, he buys you stuff and other needs for you, and you just let him do that for you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ if this man had good grammar AND could write ( because we all know, he cannot write for SHIT. ) you’d be getting those long ass love sappy letters, but IF you were a writer and you did that for him he would be all confused and asking you “huh what’s this say” and then be all a putty, crying even more clingy mess all over you and sobbing that he didn’t deserve you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ before he started to officially date you, he definitely asked Michael ( and probably Wade, Ron, Franklin, and everybody who he knows but mostly Michael before he tells to shut the fuck up when he hears something he doesn’t like ) for relationship advice, and no he did not listen to Michael about ‘taking it slow’ and along with ‘don’t say I love you to quick’, because Trevor definitely most likely said those words ‘I love you’ when he meets you because he is SO IN LOVE with you it surpasses everything practically, he’s to dumb for relationship rules.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ it’s quite obvious that he’s got an emotional attachment to you. You know that erotic Calendar and those also erotic photos of women in their bikinis that are on the walls of his trailer?? Yeah, he took it down and just replaced it with photos of you.( one of the advices that he listened to from Michael )

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ he loves like a puppy, constantly all over you as he’s practically and literally your number one hype man, complimenting you and being all desperate for you and crushing on you even though you and him are both dating. He worships you to the point where its concerning.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ the type of guy to gift you rocks he thinks you’d find cool that he would find on sandy shores whenever he’s spending time away from you ( he hopes you find the rocks he gifts you cool; otherwise he’d be disappointed in himself )

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ literally the dream boyfriend. I don’t CAREEEEEEE he’s the dream boyfriend.

#𐂯ྀི　　 ⸝⸝　　 rs8ndead #trevor philips #Trevor Philips headcanons #Trevor Philips x reader #headcanons #gta 5 #gta5 x Reader

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child0feden · 10 months ago

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PLUSHIE LOVE

lewis hamilton x wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

♡ a look into how winnie started collecting plushies!

୨୧ this is just a little expansion adding onto the plushie ritual from honey hamilton <3

♡ related smau available here, related hc available here and here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: little one by philip sheppard - all is full of love by bjork

♡ as mentioned in honey hamilton, lewis began buying her a plushie every time he was away in another country for a race

୨୧ it starts because she’s too young to fly around the world with him so you have to stay home with her and he HATES it!

♡ he hates leaving his girls behind…

୨୧ no matter how much you try to tell him he’s only gone for a little while and you’ll be fine, to him it feels like he’s leaving you for a year and facetime calls only bring him so much comfort

♡ so he started buying a plushie to bring home for her, a way to apologise and gifting her something so that next time he left, she’d have a piece of him still at home with her

୨୧ and when she’s old enough to travel for races with you and lewis, he takes her to stores that only sell plushies, letting her pick out just one for herself ( as much as he wants to spoil her rotten, if he let her go crazy the shelves in her room would be overflowing within a day )

♡ he built her shelves that wrap around her entire room just for her plushies to sit on!

୨୧ one night when she’s a little older, she demands to sleep with ALL of her plushies in bed with ber… you guys peek into her room when the sun comes up and can’t help but share a laugh at how she’s literally buried under plushies, only her head visible and her bedsheets completely hidden

♡ her absolutely favourite plushies is a bulldog one, it looks EXACTLY like roscoe and it’s the one she takes everywhere with her

୨୧ as she gets older, it gets a little worse for wear and lewis sends it off to professionals to get it fixed up, just because it has some major damage like one of the button eyes is hanging by a thread and it has some rips… you guys tell her the plushie needed emergency surgery

♡ the week it was away was the worst week of winnie’s life :( she wanted it back an hour after it was gone but stuck through the week and ran out to meet the mailman who held the package the day it was arriving home

୨୧ she didn’t let go of it for the whole day, marvelling at how much better it looked, professing how glad she was that his “ surgery ” went well, you and lewis cooing from the side over how much of a sweet daughter you raised together

♡ y’know how there are those stores that sell and make custom clothes just for plushies?

୨୧ well lewis and winnie LOVE those stores, at first you thought it was just winnie but then you noticed how lewis actually spent a lot of his own time browsing the store, buying clothes he thinks look good for almost all of the plushies

♡ the plushies even have their own mini wardrobe…

୨୧ you think it’s absolutely insane but also love how he and winnie bond over fashion, even if it’s plushie fashion

♡ lewis absolutely loves to play plushie dress up with his honey! they spend nearly an hour picking out the BEST outfit for just one of them before they come bounding downstairs and into the kitchen where you’re cooking dinner to show you their outfit on their plushie model, lewis making the plushie walk across the kitchen counter like a catwalk whilst his honey giggles at his antics

୨୧ winnie has names for ALL of her plushies too! you and lewis have absolutely no idea how she remembers every single one but lewis has them all wrote down in a notebook with a written description of what the plushie looks like next to the name

♡ for her 5th birthday, you guys took her to build a bear to make her own plushie!

୨୧ lewis thought she would make it a princess or a fairy but she told the worker she wanted her bear to wear a racesuit, just like her daddy…

♡ he was beaming for the rest of the trip, giving her compliments on everything she chose to add to her bear and just adoring how much his little honey looks up to him

୨୧ he looks over at you every now and again, a look in his gorgeous eyes that speaks a thousand words but most prominently “ thank you for giving me such an amazing daughter ”

♡ you could thank him for just as much…

#lewis hamilton x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons #fluff headcanons #headcanons

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espressoristretto-patronum · 5 months ago

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[sorry already for the long post and broken English 🙃]

✨Best people of 2024✨

Thank you to the people who have thought of me, even considering me one of the best, you don't know how much I've appreciated your tags! (no, I'm not crying, no no).

I'm answering now because I was spending the holidays with my family and... I got a little overwhelmed by your tags, I didn't expect so many of them 😭

Let's start saying that this is the list of the best people of Tumblr: @everyone. Seriously everyone is so nice and talented and you guys have seriously saved my 2024. And all of your MCs are so dear to me!

But there are of course some people I want to thank personally, even if I believe I can't really express my deep gratitude.

@celestial--sapphic I thank you for a million things: for writing the best sapphic fanfictions (pure poetry, you're indeed my favourite writer!), for encouraging me to open this blog, for when I decided to start writing my fanfiction and you volunteered as beta-reader and seriously I couldn't ask for a better person! You are so patient and so supportive with my English and I thank you for the positive feedback I got on my work! Last but not least I thank you for that amazing drabble because TORI AND POPPY WRITTEN BY MY FAV WRITER? HELLO 112 YES HI I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK! My heart melts every time I read it, because of course, I still read your works!

@superconductivebean my first follower ❤️ Thank you for all the tags on your beautiful drabbles! I enjoyed every single one! I'm not so into throuple but Poppy x Julia x Imelda is the amazing exception! You're headcanons are the best I want to marry your brain!

@infernalrusalka THE COOLEST! Talking to you is always a great pleasure! You were also one of my first followers and you was already so supportive! I'm forever grateful we met here on Tumblr ❤️

@myokk my spanish counterpart aka EL DIABLO for killing me a million times with your amazing arts and writing! I still can't believe that a person so talented and cool is talking to a little potato like me 😭 I keep looking at your work with heart eyes. I mean, Tori in my favourite artist's style?! Three times?! 😭 Answering your tag (I had a nice heart attack when I saw it 🥹): I had ALL reason to be supportive, you deserve every single kudos, reblog and positive comments in the world! Not only you are so talented (girl, is there anything you can't do?!), but you're also so nice and sweet and humble! It's always a pleasure talking to you, commenting your wonderful works! Thanks to you I've read To kill a mockingbird and now is literally one of my favourite book! But also, thank you for A little life, I still keep a good distance from that book lmao

@heyitszev and @theladyofshalott1989 the HL queer community is so glad and honored to have you, seriously! You make Tumblr a safer place for queers and I thank you so much for including me ❤️ also, before you I was quite adamant about not reading Sebastian x MC ff but you changed my mind! You're so talented and it's always a pleasure reading your works! Even if sometimes I'm so slow! 😅

Also, you both wrote Tori in your stories and really I'm not crying, I just have a hippogriff in my eyes 😭

@rypnami you! Come here and let me hug you! Before you Leander was just a side npc but now "it's Char's boy!", don't stop being creative and unique!

@gothic-lottie my Gothic Latte ❤️ you're a great artist and writer, your works are great! Keep doing because I love your stories and fanarts!

@traceyc-uk @dom1re @diana-bluewolf every time I see your works the kudos is automatic! I love your boys! And it's even better when I see them together when you collaborate!

@endeavour12345 you and Philip deserve a lot of hugs 🫂🫂 I love reading your works ❤️ thank you for the hugs you dropped in my comments when I felt sad!

A special thanks to the amazing HCU squad: @acslytherpuff @girl-named-matty @savingsallow (MY SWEETEST WIFE BEAN 😘) @ps-cactus @accio-bagel @ravenwind-75 @theladyofshalott1989 @leaping-toadstool-caps @freddiestheproblemchild

I've surely thanked you a thousand times for being the best, for being so supportive and what an honour for including Tori 😭

Only a few times in my life I received more love than I've given and for this I will forever thankful ❤️ I'm so happy I can call you friends and thank you again for being there when I needed it, thank you for making me laugh even when I'm down, thank you for everything 🫂

@midnight-faye quanto è bello trovare un'altra italiana! Sono contenta che tu sia parte del fandom, adoro la storia di Erina! Immagina lei e Tori nella stessa stanza? UN CHIASSO!

@light-of-the-room @morrowlegacy @sparxyv @heylorrain @raenegade-accio @thursdaymoonrise11 few of my newest followers but your art have already my heart, and you of course, because you're so nice! Can't wait to see more!

@knightxflowers the author of one of my favourite Poppy x MC, and I'm still so super invested in your ff, can't wait to read more!

@mscostac I'm so so glad @ps_cactus has suggested your ff because only a talented person like you could write an amazing ff with Taylor's lyrics as references! And Tori and Poppy mentioned in the epilogue? WHAT AN HONOUR, I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

@lynnsartsworld hope you're doing okay during this break! I enjoyed the conversations we had 😁 Can't wait to see more April and Poppy!

@anomalyaly @saibugslegacy @shanaraharlyah @thriftstorebabayaga @a-usernamelol @honeybadgerdontcare394 @the-chaotic-scilla-aster @thingsmaygetalittlecrazy @pitter-patter-pottah @boxdstars @jam-the-silly @m3nta11yunstab13 @kiwiplaetzchen @lilac-ravenclaw maybe we didn't talk much, but I love seeing your stuff everytime I scroll Tumblr and your comments on my silly stuff! You're so talented and nice!

Last but definitely not the least a big thank you to @myokk @celestial--sapphic @girl-named-matty @a-florable @acslytherpuff @pheexblack @ladyofsappho @mscostac @rypnami @ravenwind-75 @savingsallow @leaping-toadstool-caps @accio-bagel @endeavour12345 for drawing/writing/taking photo of Tori, you can't believe how much I appreciate your works which are literally gifts, I'm really surrounded amazing and talented people 🥹 I still go back on your works because I love every one of them, I will never thank you enough for taking your time doing them for me!

Thank you all again ❤️ I love you and I wish 2025 is a year full of fulfilled dreams ❤️ you deserve all love!

#I've repeated 'nice' and 'talented' a million of times but I really meant it! I love you all!#Some double tags at the end aren't marked because Tumblr doesn't want me to tag more than 50 people 🙃

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 2 years ago

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Comfort

Now reposting...the first Wraith fic I wrote. Just something short, simple and sweet. Hope you guys enjoy.

Soft.

That was the complete opposite of what he was.

His skin darkened and hardened like the trunk of a tree, cold to the touch and coarse enough to dent skin. His white eyes saw no beauty, only a monstrous form that deserved no love.

Yet here was Phillip Ojomo, with his long form carefully draped over your own.

Rough hands were under your legs, caressing your thighs while their fingers every so often squeezed their plump skin. His body lay in between your legs as he held himself up with his other hand, lips feverishly moving against yours.

Phillip never had considered himself soft, no matter the way, comparing himself to an ugly tree that not even a bird would perch itself on. But by god, was Phillip ever so in love with every single little detail about you.

But his most favorite thing? It was just how soft you were compared to him.

He adored how your skin squished under his palms, and your sharp inhales made it all the better.

He wasn’t the type to grow desperate when with you but this once…with him on top of your smaller form, Phillip’s lips could not detach themselves from yours as he continued to massage your skin. Every bit of you was beautiful, so beautiful that he could not contain himself as he finally removed his lips from yours to then attach them to your jawline.

“Philip…” you breathed out with a smile, running your hands up and down his spine as he growled against your skin.

With half lidded eyes, you stared down at him before gently throwing your head back against the aging surface of the Blood Lodge. After a day of long matches and even being given the hatch by your dear Wraith, who only asked that you meet him in one of the areas of his respective realm.

Now here you were, forgetting about the cruel world the two of you inhabited while only intoxicated by your own love that was kept hidden from the others but the strongest being of them all. Not that it mattered to either of you; the two of you sometimes even going as far as going against the Entity.

“Phil,” you continued as you felt your thighs be squeezed again, right before Phillip’s strong arms trailed up to your sides that received the same gentle treatment. “Philip.”

“Yes?” he barely spoke above a whisper as you finally saw as the man lifted his head, glossy eyes staring down at you with the same kindness you saw the first time he ever let you escape after slaughtering your teammates. Quite romantic indeed.

“Nothing.” you whispered to him, snaking your arms off his neck and back before bringing them up to cup his face which was all you wanted to admire and gaze at during this time.

You tilted your head at him with a soft smile, caressing the texture of his cheeks as he darted his eyes away, but you brought your thumb under his eye to rub at the area.

This caused him to look back at you, leaning into your soft touch before he brought himself down and you guided him back to your face.

Philip slowly shut his eyes before your lips reconnected, the hand that held him up now going to roam your body just like the other did as he relied on his knees to hold him up.

Even in this Entity-given form, he could feel the wood scraping against his knees, but the softness of your body was more than enough to make him not realize that he may have gotten a blister or two had that been possible.

You removed your arms from his face and wrapped them around Philip again, feeling as he pressed himself closer to your body while both his hands remained beneath your thighs who’s legs he soon wrapped around himself.

Your nails scratched at his cloak before finding themselves beneath that, scraping themselves on his back as he now harshly yet ever so carefully dug his fingers into your legs.

In that moment, he was not a Wraith but only Philip Ojomo who didn’t even feel bothered by the scars on his features, so in love with you as his hands now began to slip under your shirt to feel more of your silky skin.

#dbd x reader #dbd wraith #dbd philip ojomo #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #i had to post something else after the blight fic was completely ignored asdffghjkl #clearly y'alls do not want blight fics lol #if you guys like this it does have a part 2 which is straight up smut

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holylulusworld · 7 months ago

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Bound Tight - Kinktober 30

Summary: You're in trouble...

Pairing: Mobster!Guy March-Philips x fem!Reader x Mobster!Anders Lassen

Warnings: mafia au, restraints/being restrained, scared reader, I’ll label this one dub-con, implied future smut/threesome, I’m a tease…

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Privacy is essential to your boss. You should’ve known better than to walk into the office on his boat without knocking. A phone call distracted you, and you forgot to knock before you entered the room.

Gus, your boss, was in the middle of a conversation with his bodyguard. Anders, the guy you only call giant in secret, pushed his cute glasses back up as his eyes landed on you.

He sucked in a breath as your eyes drifted toward the huge money stack on Gus’s desk. Your eyes widened because you never saw so much money in your life. Gus couldn't have so much money. You’re his bookkeeper and know how much money he makes with his business.

“Anders, would you excuse?" Gus’s features darkened as his eyes drifted toward you as you stood in the room, his cup of coffee, and the latest numbers in your hands. “Someone’s being sneaky, my friend. I think I should have a serious conversation with my bookkeeper now.”

Gus leaned back in his chair, making it creak under his weight. Your boss enjoyed the fear flashing over your face. He dipped his head and hummed as your hands began to tremble.

Anders nodded at your boss, turning to leave the office. He brushed past you, sniffing at your hair as he passed you.

“Wait—” Gus snapped his fingers at Anders. “I need your assistance. You’re very skilled when it comes to punishment.” Your boss slowly got up; like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, he kept an eye on your trembling form. “And ropes.”

You whimpered, expecting the worst. For a few weeks, you had the feeling that something else than selling expensive boats was going on in your company.

“You've been a bad girl,” Gus purred as he stalked toward you. He took the cup out of your hands and threw the manila folder over his shoulder. He was dwarfing you with his size, making you whimper as he encouraged Anders to step behind you. The giant placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, you should know that bad girls need to be punished." Anders’s rough voice sent a shiver down your spine. “I’d love to try my new ropes on you, sugar plum.”

Curly hair...curly hair... You focussed on Gus’s dark curls as he cupped your face with one big hand. Staring up at him like the lamb you were between these wolves, you trembled even harder.

What if your boss was not an eccentric boat builder? What if your presumptions were right, and he was a criminal, hiding things from you?

Gus darted his tongue out. He looked down at you, eyes roaming your body hungrily. You whimpered again, this time for a different reason. “What do you say, Anders? Do you want to test your ropes on her?”

They talked about you as if you weren’t even there. You were just a toy for them to play with after you made the mistake of walking in on them.

“Hmm…yeah. I always imagine how cute she’d look with a rope wrapped around her ripe body,” Anders purred in your ear, tickling your skin with his breath. “I’ll make her my masterpiece.”

Firm hands gripped your upper arms as Gus’s hand remained on your face. He hummed, eyes glued to your parted lips. “I think she’ll look pretty old tied up on my desk. What do you think?”

Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You’ve never felt so small before.

Anders, true to his words, got his ropes to dangle them in your face. He laughed when you pulled away and tried to hide behind your boss.

Gus didn’t show mercy either. He got a knife out, cutting off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your birth suit. Your boss pushed everything off his desk, even the money to lift you on it.

You squirmed under his gaze, not daring to breathe wrong when he told you to lie down. Feeling the cold maple wood against your heated skin made you shiver.

At first, it was just a little rope around your wrist, nothing more. Anders made quick work; eyes glued to your exposed body. You could see the hunger in his eyes.

Something soft brushed against your ankles; Gus was tying both feet to one of the legs of the table, making sure they were firmly secured. Your left hand was being tied up to another leg.

You were at their mercy now.

“So pretty and soft,” Gus murmured. He ran his fingertips over one breast, pinching your nipple. “I dreamed of having you like this.”

You watched them circle you like prey, featherlight touches making goosebumps erupt all over your skin, never getting even close to your cunt.

“Please,” you whimpered as Gus stepped between your spread legs. He stared down at your slicked cunt, biting his index finger, wetting it.

“Oh, sweetness,” he purred your name and nodded at Anders. “We are going to ruin you once and for all.”

#gus march phillips #anders lassen #gus march phillips x fem!reader x anders lassen #Bound Tight - Kinktober 30 #kinktober vs flufftober 2024 #the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare

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