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[darling-i-read-it]

Shower Before Bed

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: phil not eating, smut, unprotected smut(intentions of children in this case), shower sex, blowjob, teasing 

Author’s Note: i really said ‘next graves fic is gonna be so fluffy it hurts’ and then i wrote the nastiest thing i’ve ever written. (I did post the second part to this which is just the barbeque fluff so I was almost right) 

Summary: 

Genre: smut, fluff in part 2! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You lifted your head off the couch arm. You could hear the sound of the door opening, slowly, like there was an attempt not to make noise. Your eyes fluttered open and you opened them widely to ward off the quickly coming sleep. The TV was still on but it had since changed from what you put it on. You wondered how long you had been in between sleep. The clock on the wall said 11. Despite Phil being an early riser, he never managed to get home early. 

You heard the sound of shoes being shuffled off. A loud sigh. Clothes being taken off, a jacket being hung up. 

You sat up and looked behind the couch. You placed your hands up on the back of it, putting your chin down on top of them. You watched the entrance to the living room, waiting for someone to emerge. 

Phil walked in slowly, dragging his feet across the hardwood floor of his home. He widened his sleepy eyes at the sight of you and a ghost of a smile haunted his face. 

“What are you doin awake darlin?” he asked but his voice wasn’t louder than a whisper. He almost sounded like one of the people on the TV. Far away, through a screen. 

“Waiting for you,” you said honestly. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his work clothes. He didn’t even realize he was still wearing his bulletproof vest till he tried to bend down and kiss you but it stabbed him in the stomach. Nonetheless, he kissed you chastley, dry lips leaving careful imprints on your skin. 

“You didn’t have to wait up.” 

“I know,” you said. Your voice was a little louder now. He came around the couch and sat down on the couch beside you. You put your hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t change.” 

“Too tired.” 

“Long day?” 

“Hm.” He turned to face you. You dragged your hand up to his neck and his chin. His skin was warm. You shuffled closer to him and started to grab the straps of his vest. 

“Can I take this off?” you asked. He nodded and you started to undo the straps, one by one, carefully. You moved his arm to remove the weight from his shoulders and then lifted it up over his head when you were done. He let you do it, wordlessly. “Have you eaten?” 

“Sure.” 

“Phil.” He pursed his lips. 

“I got busy.” He always forgot to eat breakfast, constantly leaving his protein shakes on the counter by accident. You always cursed him for missing dinner and got annoyed when he went to the gym without anything in his stomach. 

“I’m gonna warm up your dinner. It’s in the microwave.” 

“You didn’t have to make dinner.” 

“I figured you wouldn’t eat.” You started to stand, blanket falling off your lap. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back down to him. 

“Stay here a moment,” he muttered. “Just..stay with me.” You didn’t ask him how his day was. You tended not to. He would vent about it eventually but he had to stir in it first. Sleep on whatever horror he had gone through. 

“You need to eat. Give me one second.” He let you go after some more pushing. You turned on the microwave and grabbed a drink for him out of the fridge. The lights of the kitchen were dim. You brought him back the plate after a couple minutes. He had navigated to the bedroom, slowly trying to find something to sleep in. “Dinner’s served.” 

“Thanks babe,” he said quietly, taking it from you. He always pretended he wasn’t hungry until he had a plate of food in front of him and then it was all over. 

“You still doing the barbeque tomorrow? Almost all the guys RSVPed.” You gave him a look. “Thanks for giving them my number instead of yours by the way.”

“Easier. You’re more organized,” he said through chewing. You grabbed some sweatpants out of the dresser for him. “And yeah, I grabbed the steaks this morning on my way home from the gym.” 

“Did you buy enough for yourself?” 

“Yes,” he scoffed. You smiled and threw some clothes down beside him. 

“I grabbed the paper plates you asked for. And beer. I grabbed lots of beer.” He nodded once. He looked silly with his mouth stuffed with food, his cheeks like chipmunks. “Careful, you might choke.” He rolled his eyes but had to wait a moment to speak because he was still chewing. 

“This is good.”

“Thank you.” You climbed onto the bed, happy to feel the comforter under your fingers. He turned around to talk to you. It was like living with your built-in best friend, someone who always wanted to talk to you even when he was too tired to form sentences. He was so reserved and professional for so long that by the time he got home he was ready to let it all out. 

“You don’t mind that I’m using the house do you? Wes said we could use his next time if it’s a big deal.” You shook your head. 

“I don’t mind at all,” you assured him. “We have a house too big for the two of us anyway.”

“Daddy’s money,” he said, chewing. He was referring to himself. You kicked him, even with the light embarrassment raising to your face. 

“It’s nice to have the company is all I’m saying. Plus, I haven’t met some of the new guys.” 

Phil told you all about the Shadows. They were his friends, his family, his crew. You had hardly met most of them but you knew their life stories, their wives, their kids. When you first started to date Phil they used to joke you were like their new mom. Though you were all mostly around the same age, you took the title with pride and a little bit of humor. 

“You’ll like em. All very civil.” 

“They don’t take after you then.” He laughed gently. 

“I’m so civil doll,” he promised. “Speaking of the big house.” He pointed a fork at you, eating another bite that was far too large for him to take. You let him chew it, pretending to hang off the edge of your seat. “We could fill it up.”

“You want a dog?” He narrowed his eyes on you. You tilted your head, playing dumb. You wanted to hear him say it. 

“Not a dog.” 

“Then what? A cat? A bird? Lil hamster?” He couldn’t banter as quickly as usual because he was still eating. It gave you plenty of room to make up for him.

“Baby. Kid. Child.” You nodded, as though you were just understanding what he meant. 

“A human.” 

“Yeah,” he suggested, voice a little quieter. Phil wanted nothing else than to have kids with you. It was his biggest dream. Having kids, being a dad, living the happy life with you. Even when things were shitty at work, he held onto that. 

“What, right now?” 

“I’d never say no.” Your lips turned up to a smirk. 

“Well I’m too tired for the whole thing. You kept me up very late Commander Graves.” He pretended not to be disappointed. “A compromise?”

“I’m listening.” You could see his ears twitch, a thing that happened when he was particularly interested in the conversation. Either that or he was nervous. You smiled either way and crawled off the headboard towards him. He watched you do it, eyes trained on your mouth. He swallowed the lump of food hard, more like a gulp really. 

“You take a shower,” you started. He dipped his chin as you sat beside him, knees tucked under yourself. “I blow you. And then tomorrow morning, we can do that whole baby making thing.” 

He got off the bed, putting down his plate on the dresser. He grabbed his clothes from beside where he was sitting. 

“I’m takin a shower.” You watched him as he tossed his clothes on your bathroom counter, taking off his work shirt with such haste it got stuck on his dog tags. He didn’t bother closing the door. 

You knew that, despite your words, you would get far too carried away and whatever you had planned for the morning would happen within the next half hour. He’d be a perfect gentleman and claim he could wait, even with desperate, pleading eyes. You shoved yourself off the bed and joined him in the bathroom. 

He had his shirt off, working on his belt. He had scars littering his body. You knew the story to each one, though you sometimes asked him to retell them. You walked behind him to turn on the shower. You turned the knob onto hot, feeling his eyes following you as you did so. Because of that you dragged your hand up on the knob slowly, finger tips nimbly touching the tip. You put your hand under the water, ignoring him even as his eyes bore holes into your movements. 

Finally, you turned to him. 

“Warm enough?” you questioned, innocently. He had tossed his belt onto the counter with a clatter but his pants remained on. 

“Yeah, that’s plenty hot,” he said. 

“You didn’t touch the water.”

“I know.” 

You remained desperately far away from each other (which in truth, was about two feet). You tilted your head. 

“Are you going to go into the shower with your pants on? Tsk tsk.” You cleared the space between you, putting your fingers in the hem of his pants. You didn’t meet his eyes, intentionally looking down as you unzipped his pants. He watched your fingers move, carefully, deliberately. 

Eventually, you returned your fingers to the hem. You bunched his pants with his boxers and pulled them down easily, acting as though you were doing him nothing but a favor. You backed up just a tad and knelt down to a squat. You dragged them down to his ankles. You paid no attention to his semi, tapping his foot so he could lift it up. Once you had them off him, you grabbed the pants in a bunch and tossed them into the hamper. 

You stood up. You swore you could hear a disappointed moan leave his lips. 

“Well. Enjoy your shower,” you teased, turning to leave. 

This time he audibly groaned in disappointment. He grabbed your wrist, causing you to turn around. His eyes were wide, lips almost quivering with desire. 

“Baby,” he muttered. The power you had at the tips of your fingers. He didn’t like giving up his control and you knew that but he would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. He toed the line now, breath heaving. “You’re killin me ‘ere,” he whispered. You let him pull you a little closer. He dragged your hand slowly down his body until your palm touched his dick, now raised and hard. 

You touched the top with your fingers and he slightly buckled at his knees. 

“Get in the shower,” you whispered. 

He didn’t want to leave your touch. It was practically torture. But the look in your eyes told him it was worth it. He set his jaw and did as he was told. 

You were wearing just your pajamas, some sweats and an old shirt of Phil’s. You took off the sweats as he stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain wide open. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, palming himself, watching as you undressed. You took off the shirt, his shirt, and tossed it aside. 

Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you approached the shower. Phil had a thing about taking your clothes off of you. He liked to unhook the bra, let it fall down your shoulders into his hands. You could take the water. Plus, these were old anyway. 

He moved to give you room, putting himself directly under the water stream. His hair was matted down onto his forehead, water dripping down his face. He was too focused to care. 

You stepped over the shower side and let the warm water hit you as it ricocheted off him. His shoulders were broad and strong. It was something you always forgot until you saw him shirtless. He was so..so big. 

You leaned forward, kissing him. He grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his dick against your stomach, shoved between the two of you. He groaned into the kiss, water covering both of your faces. You bit his bottom lip, pulling it out and then letting him go.

Finally, you dropped to your knees. There was little grace in it, just a hard fall, but the pain in your knees was quickly forgotten. Phil would make comments about the bruises tomorrow. He looked down at you, eyes filled with lust. You grabbed his dick with your hand, slowly pumping it up and down. 

The touch clearly felt amazing because just that made his head fly back. You smiled, staring up at him as he enjoyed himself. 

“Baby please suck it,” he muttered. “Suck it,” he said quickly. You gave up on teasing him for the moment and finally wrapped your lips around him. You moved slowly, pumping your head all the way down his length. You took as much of him as you could until you gagged and came up for air. You licked his tip, holding the base of it with your hand. He groaned loudly, hands finding their way to your hair. 

“You like that Commander?” you asked. 

“Yeah baby. Yeah I like that.” You put your lips back around him, moving faster now. He broke down into moans, gasps as you went further down, seething breaths as you gripped his balls. “Just like that baby, fuck. Fuck you’re doin so good.” 

His fingers were digging into your hair, gripping at whatever he could grab. He pulled at it, trying to guide you. You let him take the control, moving your head as he pleased. He just looked so damn pretty up there, it was hard not to give in. 

He pulled your head off of him completely. To your surprise, you practically whined. 

“I don’t wanna cum on your pretty face tonight,” he muttered. He knelt down, helping you up to your feet. You almost slid back down but he had you in an iron grip. He kissed you, tasting himself on your lips, unable to get enough. He pressed you against the wall, expertly unhooking your bra. He took it off easily, sliding it down your arms, tossing it out into the bathroom. 

He stopped kissing you just to take off your panties, which he did quickly and with minimal struggle. You were soaking wet. It had been a long day without him. Water beat against the side of you both. He shook the water out of his hair, kissing you again. 

You and Phil typically used a condom. You used to be on the pill but came off it after you had been inconsistently taking it. He made no move to find a condom now. You didn’t say anything, gripping his shoulders. 

He pushed your legs so that they were spread a bit. You were both looking down as he slipped in the tip, causing your head to fly back against the wall. If you weren’t so enamored, it might’ve hurt. He took no time shoving the rest of him inside of you, to which you both gasped. The gasps turned to low moans. You put your hands under his arms, gripping his back. 

“Oh fuck Phil,” you groaned. “You’re so deep.”

“You okay?” 

“Move please.” He smirked, doing just as he was told. He started to thrust in and out of you. If Philip Graves could do anything, he could fuck. Your fingers dug into his skin, sliding down his back, surly leaving scratch marks. He grunted as he moved, each thrust considerate. You wanted to say something hot but all that came out of your lips was his name, over and over. He repeated yours back, a whisper, a grunt, and a prayer. 

“I’m not gonna last,” he muttered. You couldn’t blame him. You had done a considerable job to make sure he wouldn’t last. 

“Cum in me,” you whispered. 

It was all he needed. It was like he saw red, his thrusts no longer slow but now coming without a rhythm. Sloppy and hard he pushed you against the wall. You dug your nails into his back, feeling your own orgasm coming with his speed. You put your hands on his waist, annoyingly skinny. Your mouth was permanently open as you gasped, head jerking. 

You came with a long moan but he didn’t let up. Your head rested against the shower wall as he kept moving, clearly coming to his own end. You rode your high as he did so, bringing your head down to watch his face. He was concentrated, eyes fluttering open and closed, lips against your skin. 

Finally his legs shook, bottoming out inside of you, cumming. You pressed your chest against his and he held you tightly, thrusting a couple more times. His head rested on your shoulder. You were both breathing heavily. He remained inside of you as he kissed your skin, leaving marks on your collar bones that you would have to cover up tomorrow. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. 

You kissed the side of his head as he slid out of you. You were both wet now but you had no interest in actually showering. You had gotten what you came for. You dipped your head to kiss his lips and they lingered until you stepped out of the shower completely. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself. 

“You let me cum in you,” he commented. You turned back to him, drying yourself off. 

“I remember.” 

“Was that intentional?”

“Maybe.” You smirked back at him as you grabbed your pajamas off the floor and started to put them on. “I’ll be in bed Commander Graves. Join me when you’re done.” 

He watched you go, shaking his head. You grabbed his plate and brought it to the dishwasher while you waited for him. You rung out your hair into the kitchen sink before you went back upstairs. You climbed under the covers, adjusting to a comfortable position. 

About ten minutes later, he opened the bathroom door to join you in the bed. The lights were off so he navigated in the dark under the covers. You shimmied closer to him when he put his head down. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his chest. 

“Can we still do that in the morning?” he asked quietly. You laughed, a whole chest laugh that caught in your throat. 

“If we don’t I’ll be disappointed.” 

“Fuck, I love you.” You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. His heartbeat was evening out, getting comfortable. 

“I love you too Phil.”

“G’night doll.”

[kombatbrat]

Imagine graves fucking you while watching football and not giving two fucks about the half time show,

That’s it baby girl , take daddy’s cock . Be a good little girl for me , graves said . You was so wet from graves cock . Your shorts pull to the side, his warm cock sliding in and out of you and you was enjoying every minute of it . Graves was rough with you, it made you so so wild and crazy inside . His hands wrapped around your neck. Looking into his bright blue eyes , he was fucking you so good. “Yes daddy , your cock is so good , fuck me just like that Daddy . I want your cum deep inside of me . Please daddy” you said and just like you felt graves cumming inside you . As he did he bury his face into your neck . Taking in your scent and leaving small love bites on your neck, whispering “ I love you babyGirl “

Note : this is my very first Smut I ever wrote please let me if you want more .

[normanbateswife]

head trauma

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

warnings: heavy insinuations to smut, couple dirty jokes (i couldn't help myself im sorry), canon level violence, graves is an asshole^tm but he comes back around i promise, reader gets knocked out and has to go to the hospital. i think thats it lemme know if i missed anything!

7.5k words

“Are you coming drinking with us?” Gaz questioned. He was slowly but surely starting to take off his layers of protection so that he was in street clothes once more. You were doing the same. You stretched your arms out as you shook your head gently. 

“No, I’ve gotta get to bed,” you said, half yawning. It had been a long one today. It was always a long one. You were so used to not returning for days on end that you were never quite sure what day it was. Price had a good way of making it seem not as bad as it was. 

“One drink?” Gaz pleaded. You shook your head. You ran your hand through your hair. You couldn’t remember the last time you had washed it. You were eager to scrub the dirt off of you. You hadn’t felt clean in so long. 

“Rain check. I’ll see you guys again soon.” 

“You’re missin out!” Soap called from behind the row of lockers you were standing between. You scoffed, shoving your things into your bag. He walked around the corner and leaned against the rusty row. “Gaz promised a karaoke show.” You scoffed, a hearty laugh escaping your lips. 

“You gonna sing Mr. Brightside for the guys?” you questioned. Gaz was uniting his boots so you leaned down to eye level. “I would hate to miss that.”

“Well you aren’t missing out on anything,” he promised. “I’m going home before anyone reaches the karaoke machine.” 

“Bummer,” you pouted. “I’ll catch you guys next time, I promise.” You slung your bag over your shoulder and gave Soap a pat on the back as you walked past him. When you turned the corner to leave the room you almost rammed into Price who was standing and waiting with his own things. He looked weird after a mission. Without the hat you swore you wouldn’t be able to recognize him in the streets. 

“Who is he?” Price questioned. You rolled your eyes defensively. 

“Who is who?” 

“The guy you’re seeing.” 

“Well currently I’m looking at you Captain.” 

“Don’t play coy. We know it’s someone!” Soap called. You smiled slyly and pushed past Price. It smelled like boys in here. You had almost gotten used to the odor. You were so used to being one of the only girls in the room. But honestly, when you were with this group you hardly could tell that you were technically the odd one out. You trusted these men. That was saying a lot. 

But if they found out who you were going to see they might not be as happy as you were. 

“I don’t question you guys about your love lives, I expect the same treatment,” you said, putting your hand on Price’s shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about me.” 

“I like worrying. It keeps me young,” he said, tilting his head down to look at you. “You be safe. I know you can handle a gun and I expect you will if you need to.”

“No worries Captain. I’m going to go home now okay? Have fun tonight. Don’t stay out too late!” 

“Yes ma’am!” Gaz called jokingly. You rolled your eyes as you left the room and then left the building. 

The night was chilly and you regretted not grabbing one of your jackets. There was a light dampness in the air, caused by the rain from earlier in the day. A black car was humming by the curb. You tightened the grip on your backpack and approached it. 

You came around the corner and opened up the passenger door. 

Phillip Graves leaned over the center console. 

“What took you so long?” he grumbled. Despite his tone you could see the anticipation in his eyes. It was easy to think that he had the upper hand in the relationship you were sharing. But the look in his eyes gave him away. He was so used to making decisions for his team, life changing decisions, that when you held him in your hands he gave you the power. 

So despite his tone, you smiled at him as you sat down. He didn’t move and waited between the seats as you turned to him. You kissed him, the small grin remaining on your face as you remembered the feeling of his lips again. They were a comfort for you now. They were familiar. 

“Had to escape the guys,” you said against his lips. 

“Mhm,” he hummed deeply. “Always surrounded by so many guys. You know, I have this great group you might like.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah I heard the Commander’s an asshole.” 

“Sweet as candy though,” he promised. You could still feel his breath against your face. You squinted, teasingly. 

“Tastes like cologne, I don’t know how sweet that is.” You kissed him again briefly then backed away, much to his demise. He put the car in drive with a low rumble. Graves put his hand on your knee. You could feel a soft warmth in your chest. 

You never expected to have something to come home to. Someone you adored, someone you needed. 

“I need an intelligence officer,” he said, voice suggestive. 

“What happened to your current intelligence officer?” you asked. He glanced at you, eyes remaining on the road but catching your emotions. 

“He walked onto a bomb.”

“Why was he in the fi-”

“Good question.” There was a gloom in his voice. 

“Shepherd still making decisions over there?” 

“I have a feeling he’s going to for a little while longer.” He glanced at you again. “Not everyone can have John Price.” You scoffed at his insinuation that you had it easy. Regardless, you pushed on his problem and not him deflecting onto you. 

“What’d he do?” 

He was quiet for a minute. 

“Just made some shit decisions. Doesn’t matter. I still need an intelligence officer. You could see me more.” 

“Just so I can get caught sleeping with my superior?” 

“We can still save the fucking for home,” he promised making you laugh gently. “Though you’d look amazing at my desk. I’ve got a whole office you know.”

“Windows?”

“Blinds.” You smiled slyly. You were about to open your mouth to counter with something coy when your bag started to buzz. You reached in it, digging out your phone. It was your work phone with no Caller ID. “Who’s that?”

“The other guy I fuck when I’m in town,” you said absentmindedly. He rolled his eyes but you missed it. You put the phone to your ear. “Hello?” 

“You forgot your jacket.” It was Gaz. You pursed your lips suspiciously. 

“What is it Kyle?” 

“You forgot it. You’ve gotta come back and get it.” 

“I’m already halfway home.”

“Did you call a cab?” 

“Gaz, back off. I’m fine.” There was some commotion on the other line. Philip was not so secretly trying to figure out what was being said so you put the phone on speaker. You reached your other hand up and put it over his mouth. He glanced over at you, a suggestive look in his eyes but didn’t spit your hand away. 

“Soap is gonna steal your jacket.”

“I have others. Are you guys already at the bar? I just left.” 

“Still here. You missed out on a stellar Price pep talk.” 

“It wasn’t a pep talk!” you could hear Price call. You rolled your eyes.

“Be safe bye bye Gaz.” You hung up the phone and removed your hand from Philip’s mouth. 

“You never do the mouth covering. Maybe you should try it,” he suggested. 

He pulled up to his place. Graves lived in a small house. It was in a nice neighborhood. There wasn’t a hint of crime around the property and not a hint of children. This was a place for old people who retired and couldn’t go up two story stairs. You weren’t sure if Graves had picked it for the lack of families or if he just wanted somewhere no one would look for him. Despite that, you enjoyed being there. You felt sort of … special. How many coworkers and hookups had been to his house? 

Graves liked it because when he watched you go inside he could almost imagine a life where he wasn’t being threatened every other day. The idea of a home and a wife…maybe a couple kids. That was appealing to him. He could picture Christmas and mornings before school and your smile in bed. 

Well, he didn’t need to exactly imagine your smile in bed. 

He followed you inside, locking his car and shutting the door behind him. You had used the spare key on top of his door frame. 

“You do need an intelligence person. Key on top of the door? Phillip. That isn’t very intelligent.” 

“Oh you’re very smart.” 

You tossed the spares onto the couch and slipped off your shoes. You were going to speak again when you turned around but were quickly cut off by Philips lips against yours. You hummed, relaxing. He gripped your thighs, touching you like you were his lifeline. He hiked up your shirt so that he was touching your skin. You molded into him. His lips tasted like beer permanently. The bitter taste had started to grow on you. 

“You taste so good,” he breathed. He was eager, quiet, stumbling around. You could walk backwards into his room blindfolded. You knew the feel of his bed frame against the back of your thighs. You knew the air change and the fan that was permanently turned on in the corner. He was kissing you and you were leading him and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this good. 

How long could you do this? How long could the two of you last, sleeping together in his home when you were both around. How long could you exist in the home that isn’t yours with a man that wasn’t yours either? How long could he last knowing you were always out there with guys who wanted you? 

The kisses were always empty promises. 

I’ll be here when you wake up. 

I’ll tell you if I have to leave. 

We’ll eat breakfast together. I’ll make your coffee. You can kiss me before I leave. 

We’ll be back together at the end of the day. 

As you started to drift off that night he put his hand on your side and pulled you closer to him. He didn’t know if he would live to see next week with Shepherd calling his shots but he could have you right now. You unconsciously nuzzled against his back. His arm slung over your waist and kissed your bare shoulder. 

He was half awake. Drifting between the inbetween, not quite sure if your skin was even real. His eyes had been shut for five long minutes and they would remain shut throughout the night. His judgment was impaired. He was drunk on your sticky skin. You still smelled of him. 

“‘M love you,” he whispered. 

You opened your eyes but he didn’t flinch. He must not have recognized what he said. 

“I love you too Phillip,” you told him back. If he heard it or not you couldn’t tell. You fell asleep with the words in the air, hanging around like large bolded letters that were painted on the walls. 

-

The phone was ringing. Graves could hear it faintly. It was muffled by sleep, like it was in another room. He picked up his hand lazily, surprised to land on skin. He raised his head, squinting in the darkness. His eyes landed on your sleeping face. He allowed for a brief smile to pass his face as he remembered the feeling of your lips and the words leaving them. 

Then he picked up the phone, not even looking at who it was. 

“Graves,” he mumbled groggily. He laid his head back down on the pillow. 

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment but he could hear breathing. His senses were keen even when he was half awake. 

“Hello?” he grumbled. You turned around which caused him to groan in annoyance. He pulled the phone away from his ear and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. You didn’t complain. “Go back to sleep,” he grumbled. 

“Who is it?” you whispered against his chest. 

“Dunno.” He put the phone back to his ear. “Hello?” he asked again. 

“I dunno it’s some fuckin guy!” the voice over the phone complained. There was some clanging, mixed with loud music. Footsteps approached the phone. 

“Who the fuck is this?” a deep, british voice asked. In his state Graves had no idea who was speaking. He genuinely thought he had picked up his own phone. 

“Graves,” he repeated. He opened his eyes wider and let out a sigh. “Who is this?” 

“It’s fuckin Graves,” the british voice said. There were even louder voices. Phil was about ready to hang up. 

“Shadows Graves?” another British voice asked. That voice he recognized. A certain Captain of a certain girl in his arms. He moved the phone away from his face and looked at the name on the screen of your personal phone. MacTavish. 

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Phil mumbled. 

“Hmm?” You tilted your head up to look at him. 

“She’s sleeping with fuckin Phillip fuckin Graves?!” a scottish accent called in the background. The phone was snatched away. “Y/L/N.” 

“Is that Price?” you asked quietly. “Why are you on the phone with Price?”

“Unintentional.” You grabbed the phone away from him. 

“Captain?” You sat up, holding yourself up by your elbow. Philip grumbled sleepily and buried his head in the pillow beside you. 

“Where are you?” 

“Where are you? Why are you calling?”

“MacTavish called for you but you didn’t answer,” he grumbled. “Where are you?” 

“Price-” Someone else grabbed the phone. 

“Phillip Graves huh?” Soap asked into the phone. “Did you get him tested? The man is a walkin douchebag.” You scoffed. 

“Not to mention your superior!” Price said beside him. 

“He’s jealous it wasn’t him,” you grumbled jokingly. Soap laughed. He was drunk, you could tell from the giggle. “What do you need Johnny?” 

“I need a drinking partner but I see you’re all tied up.” 

“Not anymore,” Phillip promised beside you. You nudged him. 

“Johnny,” you muttered. “I’m going to bed. I’ve had a long day-”

“Long night from the sound of it.” 

“Goodnight.” You hung up the phone and tossed it aside. You fell back onto the pillow. Phil’s face was smooshed against the comforter. You brushed his hair aside and rested your hand over his waist. 

“You mean what you said earlier?” he grumbled against the fabric. 

“Didn think you heard that.” You paused. “Yes.” 

There was a long silence. 

“Me too.” 

-

You were surprised to find Phil still sleeping when your alarm went off. You pressed snooze and sat up, forcing yourself to open your eyes. There were a couple of sleepy moments where you looked around in the dark, rubbing your eyes in confusion. You knew the comforter. You knew the hand resting on your lap. Usually Phil woke up leagues before you did and was gone by the time you rose. You reached over and grabbed his phone. Maybe it had died. He had a shitty habit of forgetting to charge it. It was on. He just didn’t set a time to get up. 

In the uncomfortable morning air, you smiled. 

He had said he loved you. 

You looked down at his sleeping figure. It was cliche but it hit you like a truck. He looked so calm. He was usually so riled up. It was odd to see him silent, not mouthing off, no gun powder smeared on his face. 

You felt a swell of gratification. How many people saw him like this? How many people did he allow to see him with his guard down? Vulnerable? 

You leaned down and kissed his forehead because you could. You gently moved his hand off of your lap so you could get up. Phil groaned when your body heat left the bed. 

“Baby?” he grumbled, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. 

“Still here,” you promised. 

“Stay home.” Home. Was this home for you? Could it be? 

“I don’t have clothes here, I need to go grab some.” 

“Stay here,” he demanded. His voice was reminiscent of his Commander voice, formidable and strong. He lifted his head. His hair was sticking up at odd ends, face smushed into a sleepy gaze. He blinked a couple times in the darkness. 

“I have to go to work, Phil.” His head fell back again with a loud groan. You laughed, looking up at the ceiling. Good God what have you gotten yourself into? “I have to explain last night’s midnight phone call to my team.” 

He picked his head back up to look at you. He rested on his elbow, squinting. He looked so pretty you sat back down beside him.  

“You gotta go in too.” You brushed his hair out of his face. “Hm?” In the moment of silence you appreciated being there. You appreciated him wanting you to stay. 

God you were screwed. 

He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them quickly, blinking away his sleep. He half rose propping himself up onto his palms. 

“I’m comin.” 

“We gonna carpool?” you asked, laughing gently. He grumbled something you couldn’t comprehend and you stood up again. “I still need clothes.” He climbed out of bed, footsteps heavy as they slid on the ground. He opened up his dresser drawers and threw some clothes at you. You scoffed, just barely being able to catch them. Still an asshole. He grabbed clothes for himself and as he walked past you he kissed your forehead. Your asshole. 

-

“I can’t believe you drink black coffee,” you muttered, sipping your coffee. You were wearing a shirt with his last name across your chest. You didn’t ask if he did it on purpose but you wore it with pride. You knew what you were going into when you saw your team again. You may as well own up to it. Graves was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his caffeine. “Actually I can.” 

“You callin me bitter?” he questioned. You paused, pursing your lips. He glanced at you through the corner of his eye. “You’re supposed to say no.” 

“You’re strong!” You nodded to yourself, laughing a bit. “Like black coffee.” He scoffed, shaking his head. He put his drink down and pointed at you. 

“You’ve got like half a carton of cream in there. That isn’t even coffee.” 

“I’m sorry I’m not a 50 year old man drinking black coffee.” He rolled his eyes. 

“You’re not getting any boost from that drink. I could’ve warmed up milk for you in the microwave.” 

There was a blissful kind of air in the car. A quiet, domestic ambience, something you had never expected from Phil. You wondered briefly if you were giving him too much trust. How much could you expect from him? 

“You’re gonna be comfortably late,” he hummed. “Let those boys know where you were.” You scoffed softly. 

“I’ll just point at the shirt,” you promised. He rested his hand on your thigh. 

“You do that. Shows who you belong to.” You raised an eyebrow, playing with his fingers. His skin was rough and calloused from years of being in the field. This hand has ended people's lives and it’s the same hand holding yours. 

“People don’t belong to people,” you argued gently, despite the fact that you only half believed it. “I’m not a cow. You can’t brand me.” 

He lifted his hand and aimlessly reached for your collarbone. You looked at him confused until he landed on a new forming purple bruise, caused by him. 

“You’re not a cow. You’re a girl who’s got a hickey I gave her.” 

“You have some too. You aren’t unmarked,” you joked. He remembered the ones on his stomach, the ones you had given him as you slowly made your way down his body. He remembered it fondly.  

“And I wouldn’t wanna be.” He glanced at you, an uncharacteristic look in his eyes. You couldn’t read it at first. There was a gentle confusion, a considerate vulnerability. It was silent but you read it in his eyes. He was yours. 

Right now at least. 

He pulled into the parking lot. 

“What’re you doin today?” you questioned. The vulnerability immediately escaped his face when you asked. 

“Hopefully nothin too bad,” he muttered. “You’re out in the field?” 

“Kinda. I’m just going with Gaz and Price to scope a place out not too far away. I’ll be back tonight if things go well.”

“I’ll wait for you.” 

You smiled shyly to yourself as the car turned off. He reached over the middle console and kissed you briefly like you had known each other for years. As he left the car you were met with the harsh winds of the morning. 

You got out after him, a beep indicating that he locked it. 

“Be safe,” he said absentmindedly. 

“I will. You too.” 

You started to part in a quick way, walking away from each other. You were halted by his footsteps coming to a slow stop. You glanced back at him. 

“I love you,” he called. You started to walk backwards, a cheeky look on your face. 

“I love you too Graves.” 

You turned back around and kept walking, keenly listening as he remained. He watched you until he couldn’t see you anymore. The smile he gave you remained. You would go home with him tonight. You could go home with him every night if you wanted to. You walked without thinking much. 

“There she is,” Gaz called, tossing your jacket at you. You caught it, barely, “Was going straight to sleep huh?” 

“I did go to sleep, eventually.” 

“You’re lucky Soap isn’t here. He wanted to know details.” 

“You don’t? I’m hurt.” 

“I have no interest in knowing how the Shadows Commander is in bed.” He pat you on the back. You opened up your locker and started to shift through things. 

“Nice shirt,” Price said, coming around the corner. You glanced at him.

“Thanks Cap.” 

“You told Shepherd?” 

“No sir. I wasn’t even gonna tell you,” you admitted. Gaz hissed a bit, causing a look from both you and Price. 

“Harsh is all!” Gaz pleaded.

“He’s your superior.” 

“We’re not even in the same team. It’s not like I slept with you sir.” You shut your locker gently and leaned against it. 

“Wheels up in twenty. We’re not finished talking about this.” You nodded once. 

“I figured not.” You were about to walk away but paused. “Did you tell Shepherd?” He was already walking away. Gaz shook his head. 

“He didn’t say anything. We had a whole conversation about it last night, some of us more drunk than others,” he promised. You threw your jacket back at him.

“What were the highlights?” 

“Lots of em are protective of you. And lots of em don’t like Graves for you.” 

“I’m a grown woman.” 

“Well he’s a grown man with a shitty reputation.” You rolled your eyes. 

“What’re we doing again today?” you questioned, keenly awning to change the subject. Gaz was shrugging on his boots, sitting on one of the benches between the lockers. 

“Shepherd’s orders. There’s a supposed Hassan sighting.” 

“Here?” 

“Near here. Did you not get the briefing?” 

“I’m sure I did but I figured I had you to fill me in. Hassan near here. He’s just sending in the three of us huh?” You shoved the morning and the eventual night out of your head to make room for the day.

“Well I’m sure we’ll have air support if we need it but I’m hoping it won’t come to that.” You hummed under your breath. 

“It won’t.” 

-

The confusion burned. Where had you left Price? Why couldn’t you hear him in your ear, telling you where he was, promising that it was going to be okay? There was smoke in your eyes. What had gone wrong? 

You retraced your steps in your head. You followed Price and Gaz trailed behind you into a large field with a single building. It was aside from most civilization and though it was foregin, it wasn’t exactly unfamiliar. This was the kind of situation the three of you had walked into countless times before. You knew the jokes that Price would make and you knew the way Gaz would counter. You would have a close call in the narrow hallway. You would be home in time for dinner. 

Not this.

You take right, let’s clear the building and search it, Price had said. Words you were used to. You nodded once, answering with a quick Yes Cap before moving along. Gaz took left and you went to the back window. You eyed the windows. It was a worn down place, windows smashed, lights half on. But someone had clearly been there. You pushed the back door open with the tip of your gun. 

And then impact. Smoke. A ringing in your ear. Pain shooting in your legs. You had been near a bomb that went off before. But never this close. 

As your hearing came back you could hear the gunshots echoing in the high pitched ring but no Price. Nothing in your earpiece. You blinked heavily, attempting to make your sight return to you. Having lost your senses you were now sitting on the ground, one hand loosely on your gun, unable to comprehend new information. 

“Price?” you whispered aloud, hoping he could hear you. “Gaz?” 

Nothing. Just more ringing. Even your own voice sounded far away. You backed into a wall and stayed there. They had taught you what to do in this situation. They had taught you to stand back up, to gain your bearings, to get out of the way. Let your soldiers finish what you couldn’t. 

You stood up, wobbly. 

“Price?!” you called. You raised your gun and couldn’t see anything in the smoke. There was no one, no hostiles in front of you. They must have been in the house. No response. You grabbed the corner of the door frame and used it to stand up all the way. You could catch your breath even if your brain wasn’t with you. Your thoughts weren’t needed but your muscle memory was. 

Finally, a voice spoke in your ear. 

“Actual we’re getting gunned down out here!” Price’s voice. 

“Do not pull back soldier, clear the house for Hassan!” Shepherd's voice. 

“John?” you muttered weakly. No response. They couldn’t hear you. Or maybe you just weren’t speaking loud enough. 

“General there’s no way-” Gaz said deeply. He was struggling too. You had to help them. You had to. 

You propelled yourself forward. 

“Remain the-” Shepherd’s voice started but you didn’t get to hear the end because someone hit you on the side of the head, causing you to crumble back down to the ground. Out cold. 

-

Phillip had a skip in his step as he walked into work that morning. A night well spent and a morning well received. What he had done with Shepherd seemed like a blip in his mind. Maybe it was finally swept under the rug. Maybe it could finally be gone. He could find the missiles on his own, with his team, and this could go away. He could have a wife. A family. A home he could come back to after a hard days work. 

A pleasant aura followed him until he got the call from Shepherd. 

He choked on his glass of water. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“You’re needed on air support Graves.”

“When?”

“What time is it now?” 

“For what?” 

“Why are you still asking me questions? Get in the air.” 

-

“Alpha this is Shadow Actual do you read me?” Graves said aloud, grip tightening on the bar above him as he leaned down. He looked between the men and down at the screens that should him the ground below. They were circling the building. He could see smoke and fire but no people. “Infrared,” he muttered to the man beside him. “Alpha, do you read me?” 

“Shadow Actual, this is Alpha 0-8 I read you. We’re glad to see you,” Price’s voice echoed. “We’re stuck inside, do not fire on the building.” 

“Copy that.” Graves was twisting his hard grip on the overhead bar. He could see bodies huddled up in the middle, dead ones littered around. “I’m going down there.”

“Commander?” 

“Drop the ladder. Keep talking to me.” 

“Graves stay in the air,” Shepherd said evenly. 

“Shadows in the air. I’m going down.” 

He wanted to stay clear. He wanted his head to be empty of clouds, of feelings, of worry. He could only do that on the ground. He could only do that if he was down there, with you, making sure you were alright. He had been in a haze all day. An emotion guided haze and he can’t say that he enjoyed it. No matter the pleasantness that rooted in his cloudy state, he wanted it gone. 

Or he wanted it safe. 

The fact that he hadn’t heard your voice in his ear was enough for him to lower himself to the ground. He could see himself shooting through the waves of terrorists but it felt outside of his body. He could hear himself speaking into the coms, assuring Price he was nearby, even able to give directions to his men in the air. But it was all muscle memory. He wasn’t there. 

What if you were hurt? What if you were dead? What if he had finally found a home and lost it just as quickly? He set his jaw and pushed the door open with the tip of his gun. 

He shot at a man coming around the corner and let out an easy breath. 

The soldier fell. Behind him emerged a familiar face with an even more familiar hat. Graves didn’t put his gun down. He took a moment to gaze around the room, eyes landing on Kyle Garrick. He scanned the room quickly, eyes on the bleeding, unmoving but still warm bodies. No familiar faces. 

Graves ripped the comm out of his ear. 

“Where is she?” 

“She went around the back,” Gaz said, admittedly as distressed about your loss. “We got ambushed-” Graves pushed between the two of them. 

“The building isn’t clear,” he said, using his Commander voice. 

“Alpha 0-9 how copy?” Graves could hear Price ask. “Y/N how copy?” 

Graves broke in a locked door with a kick. 

“Y/L/N!” he yelled into the void. He could hear the scattered searching from the other two men but his heartbeat was increasing in his ears, starting to drown it out. He anxiously scanned the dead bodies. He had lost men before. He knew he could handle it. “Answer me goddamit.” 

“Upstairs clear!” Gaz called but there was a distress in his voice. 

His breathing had started to become uneven. He was kicking bodies now, losing his cool. “C’mon baby. C’mon.” Suddenly Price’s voice broke through his mania. 

“Here!” 

Graves tore through the rooms. He could hear the echo of the voices he wasn’t listening to in his comm. 

You were lying on the ground, eyes shut. Graves skid onto the ground, practically shoving Price aside. 

“Need the bird for medic,” Price said. “Come on girl,” he grumbled, allowing Graves to grab your body and hold it. His hands were shaking. He had tossed his gun aside. He found your neck and pressed his fingers against it to find your pulse. It was there but it was faint. Your head was bleeding a deep red but there was no gun shot. No evidence of a stabbing. That didn’t mean a head wound couldn’t kill you. 

“She wasn’t shot,” Gaz observed. 

“I’m taking her in the Shadows heli. We’ll get her help faster.” He put his comm back into his ear. “Land outside the-”

“There’s already a medic bird coming,” Price argued. 

“She could be internally bleeding and you wanna wait?” 

“They’ll have what’s needed-” 

“I’m not waiting,” he demanded. “Land on the southside of the building.” 

He wrapped his hand under you and picked you up. The nooks and crannies of your body were familiar to him. Price didn’t see the need to argue with someone so set. Gaz followed suit as they left the building.

-

“How could you let this happen?!” 

“She’s on my team. She can handle herself.” 

“Clearly not!’ 

Your head was pounding. The voices in the room sounded far away but you could still make out what they were saying. You recognized the voices too. The accent honed by your Captain. The clear anger of your Phil Graves. 

“If she serves any permanent damage from this, I’m coming for your head Price. I’ll have your mantel and the goddamn hat.” You groaned, an intentional diversion from the conversation. A scamper of heavy footed boots made their way closer to you. 

“I’ll get a nurse,” Price said. His voice was controlled and even again. You doubted he feared any actual outcome of Phil’s words. You looked around at the bright lights, a gasp escaping your lips as the wave of pain hit you harder. 

“Hey,” Phillip muttered, grabbing your hand. You looked over at him. “Don’t sit up. Price is getting someone.” 

“Whatever pain meds they’re giving me, it isn’t enough,” you muttered weakly. “What happened?” 

“Don’t worry about that,” he grumbled. “I’m sorting it.” You forced yourself to stare back at him. His brows were furrowed into a thick worry. His face was turned down, looking down at you with thought. 

“Good morning!” Price exclaimed as he walked back into the room. “I told you she was a tough one,” he muttered to Phil. He walked to the other side of the bed and looked down at you. 

“What happened Cap?” you asked quietly. 

“Stunned and hit. They were trying to take you for information and didn’t quite get that far. Nurse’ll be here soon.”  

“How’re you feeling?” Graves asked. 

“Like shit. How long was I out?”

“Couple hours,” Price told you deeply. “Gave us quite a scare.” 

The heavy silence finally caught up to you. You hadn’t caught it before but did then. The worry radiating off of the men around you. The fear you had caused. It wasn’t every day Price lost a member of his team and he clearly wasn’t taking the possibility as well as he would’ve liked. And Graves…

It was clear he had run his hands through his hair countless times with the way it was sticking up now. He had taken off his bullet proof jacket but the rest of his field clothes remained. His fear manifested as anger. 

You raised your hand lazily, almost missing him. You gripped the back of his head carefully, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You hummed and he froze. There hadn’t been a serious display of emotion between the two of you in public. You weren’t all there anyway. 

Price observed, quietly. He may not have been Graves’ biggest fan but he knew emotion when he saw it. He knew vulnerability when he saw it. 

“What is taking the nurse so goddamn long?” he breathed. He turned on his toes and left the room heavily. You were alone again. 

“When do I get to go home?” you questioned. “I hate hospitals.” 

“Whenever they cleared you.” You paused. 

“What are you doing here? Did they call you from work?”

“They called Shadows for air support.” 

“You found me?” 

“Price did. But I was on the ground.” You nodded slowly. The air was stagnant. It reeked of antiseptic and you were sure you still smelled of blood. You stared at the ceiling. Your hand fell slowly off of Graves’ neck. “I can’t do this.” Your eyes flashed back to him. He was staring at your hands, intertwined sweatily. 

“Huh?” The whiplash made your head pound. 

“I can’t live in constant fear that you’ve been hurt. If you can’t…if you can’t protect yourself out here then this needs to end.” You lifted your head and he didn't tell you to stop. 

“Phil I-”

“This was a simple mission-”

“We were ambushed!” Your voice was strained as you said it. You couldn’t argue right now, you weren’t in your right mind to. But he wanted to have this argument right now so you were gonna have it. “This is the job. This is my job and it’s your job.” 

He stood up, letting go of your hand.  “You’re scared of the emotions you’re feeling, that’s fine. But you’ll feel this any day. Could be anyone.” He turned away from you. He was going to speak again but then you weren’t alone anymore. 

“Good Lord lass,” Soap said as he walked into the room. “You had Ghost and I about ready to head out there ourselves!” 

“Thanks Soap,” you murmured. He sat down beside you and he was followed closely by Gaz. You watched as Graves left as they entered, unable to do anything to stop it. 

-

They let you out after two days of observation. Price wanted you in for a whole week but you left the second you were allowed to. You had been visited by all of your team, even Ghost. Graves hadn’t come back. 

Which is why, when you left the hospital you got in your car and drove to his apartment instead of yours. You stood outside of his door for a moment before knocking. How could you realistically allow this to bring you down? You had thought about it before, how much power you were giving someone that might not deserve it. 

You still knocked. 

You were here, after all. 

He shuffled over to the door and your feet remained planted, despite your very being yelling for you to let it be. Phil opened the door wearing a shirt that was too tight and gray sweatpants. He didn’t say anything when he opened the door. No ‘hello’, no ‘what are you doing here?’

“You didn’t come back.” 

“I heard you were fine.” 

“Can I come in?” He thought about it for too long and then moved aside. You slithered in. He shut the door behind you. “Now that I have a bit of my brain power back, I’m ready to argue.”

“Huh?”

“That’s clearly what you wanted right? You wanted to argue with me about us. I’m here to argue.” 

“I don’t wanna argue-”

“I love you Phil.” It was a leap. A shitty one maybe but you had to take it, just so you knew where you stood with him. He shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“I thought you were gonna die,” he said. Chest puffed, jaw set. You knew that look. That was his look that meant he was gonna let you in. He was on his last barrier. You had no idea what the last couple of days had been like for him. The pacing, the reeling. How could he love someone like this? How could he not? “And I don’t like feeling like that.” 

“Me neither.” He scoffed. 

There was a heavy silence. You could hear the walls settling, the wind moving the building, the clock on the wall ticking. You watched as his chest rose and fell. 

“I can’t…I won’t sit here and let you die on my watch. I can’t.” 

“You won’t.” Your eyes wandered around the room in avoidance. “Why didn’t you come and see me again?”

“Shepherd and I accidentally gave three American missiles to the enemy.”

Your mouth fell open. You closed it quickly, clearing your throat. That was absolutely not what you were expecting him to say. 

“You…what?” 

“She-”

“No, I heard you. What does that have to do with-”

“He called me in because I was the only one he could call. You’re looking for missiles that I lost. He wasn’t even going to send me but it was Price out there.” You sat down on the couch. “Shepherd will keep putting you and I under the hot water until those missiles are detonated or found. Your team doesn’t know and they won’t know.” He felt like the weight had just left his shoulders. There was no protecting you now. But now you knew and he didn’t have to keep it to his chest. He could play all of his cards with you again. 

“You covered up a federal crime.” 

“Yeah.” 

He sat down beside you. He could still have this, he promised himself. He could still have you. 

“Well? Still love me now?” You looked back up at him. He was close again. You liked when he was close. His face was even. He was out of his comfort zone now. He wasn’t in the field and he wasn’t in front of his men. He was just here, eyes open, with you. 

“Mhm.” 

“What was that?”

“Yeah. I still love you.” 

His face before kissing you was always full of confidence. There was never anything he could second guess about himself when he leaned in. You always let him kiss you first. Then you leaned into him. You put your hand on his chest and you pushed him down onto the couch and you felt safe again. You felt like you were home again. He brushed your head with his hand, gripping you with his entire palm and you winced.

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered, pulling away. “How the fuck is your head anyway?” 

“Don’t hear you complaining,” you muttered against his lips. He chuckled cockily, forehead falling onto your shoulder. 

“You’re gonna pass out mid thrust,” he grumbled. “It can wait.” 

“If I can’t?”

“You can.” He grabbed the side of your head that hadn’t been hurt and kissed your forehead, a term of endearment you were learning to adore. 

“You must love me. I’ve never heard you turn down head before Graves.” 

“What would your Captain ask me if I sent you back to the hospital half naked hmm?” Giggles escaped your lips. 

“He’d kill you.”

“Mm he’d try.” He wrapped his arms firmly around you, putting his chin on your head. “You can’t tell him about the missiles.”

“That sounds like a problem for when I get back to work,” you grumbled against his chest. “We’ll figure it out.”

“We?”

“You and me. That’s what ‘we’ means, Phil.” He chuckled, that charm oozing through his laughter. 

The night felt long with him. It felt like eternity. You eventually were forced to the bed for rest and had a short phone call with Johnny before drifting off. He made you promise that you were gonna be okay. You didn’t think about the impending war or the chunk missing from your head. You just watched as Graves brought you a glass of water without having been asked and sat beside you as he got ready for bed. You told Johnny you were home. 

You would be fine. 

-

“Don’t you have to go to work?” you asked quietly. The morning air was still fresh. You weren’t quite used to your eyes being open. You were ready to slip back into sleep at a moment's notice. You were rubbing Phillip’s arm as he stared at you. He looked out of it in the morning. Never quite there. 

“Takin the day,” he said. He spoke it almost silently, like there was an air bubble he might break if he spoke too loudly. “Stayin with you.” You smiled gently and nuzzled into the pillow, breathing out slowly. 

“I gotta call Price. He said he wanted to talk about my ‘personal problem today’.” 

“Your personal problem being me?”

“Yes sir.” He smiled weakly. 

“I like it when you call me sir.” You giggled softly. “What’re you gonna tell him?”

“You saved my life. I’m allowed to sleep in your bed.” He nodded lazily. 

“That sounds like a fantastic plan.” You sat up, reaching for your bottle of painkillers. The head trauma wouldn’t leave you as quickly as you wanted to forget about it. He placed a hand on our thigh and squeezed. “How’s your head?” 

“Fine. Tender.” He snorted. You leaned down and buried your head in the crook of his neck, giggling. 

“Go back to bed,” he said, chuckling, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You were still shaking with silent laughter when he got you in his arms again. “You know I’m gonna get you back for this when you have all your wits about you yeah?” he asked, lips against your hair. You nodded. 

“Looking forward to it, Commander.”

He let out a moan of annoyance mixed with desire that left you with even more giggles. You would call Price when you got up later. He would understand. He will probably give you some shit but you knew Price. He wanted what was best for you. 

This morning was what was best for you.

[certifiedfreec]

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

- one time you were showing him something on the computer, and he took that massive 6’4” body of his and leaned it right over your shoulder to read the screen. as if that wasn’t close enough, he rested one of his big ‘ol calloused hands on the desk beside you, effectively caging you into your seat. you could practically feel the warmth that radiated off of him when he did that. (he really likes the smell of your shampoo, by the way.)

- he watched you make your coffee one morning, memorizing your order down to the number of sugar packets you used. after that, you’d head down to make your morning cup and all the exact ingredients would mysteriously be laid out on the counter for you. he’d pick on you later about drinking coffee instead of tea, though. maybe he’ll make you a cup for you to try- back in his own office, of course ;)

- everyone in tf141 knows you’re a perfectly capable soldier, so they think it’s odd that ghost always finds ways to provide extra backup for you during missions. guarding you from danger, making sure your area is clear of threats…he can’t help but want to protect and take care of his fellow teammate, though he has a list of other ways he’d like to take care of you :’)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

- he saw your phone screen after training one day, immediately zeroing in on the artist you were listening to. later that evening he casually brings up the exact same band/person, because he’s coincidentally one of their biggest fans! maybe he’ll ask you to go to one of their shows when you’re off duty… looks like you’ve found yourself a concert buddy ;)

- he bullies you, but it’s with the best intentions. it’s more like him relentlessly nagging at you until you match his snarky energy and give him some sass back, which he loves to provoke from you. you always have the best comebacks when he uses his dry humor on you, and he thinks it’s adorable. he definitely likes to push your buttons, but he’d like to undo them even more <3

- ever since he revealed your “shared love” for your favorite artist, he sends you music recommendations for you to listen to (that will hopefully make you think of him whenever you hear them!). pay attention to the lyrics, because he might be trying to tell you something with them… :))

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in you…

- if you have any snacks or candy on you, he’s nonchalantly stepping right beside you and doing that “underhand-behind-the-back” gesture for you to shake some into his palm. (sometimes he imagines that’s what your lips taste like- omg who said that???)

- he let you wear his jacket during an operation where you were in the freezing cold outside for an extensive amount of time. he watched you shiver through your orders, trying your best to be a good soldier for him :( he walked up to you and draped his shadow company jacket over your shoulders (which smelled deliciously like him) and flashed you that toothy grin. “you look like you’re ‘bout to get frostbite, soldier. take this.” (he was definitely thinking of some other ways that he could warm you up…)

- he took his time when he read through your file, and wow, it looks like your city’s professional football team rivals his. it’s the perfect way to initiate banter with you. he’ll be giving you a hard time about it for sure, and maybe he’ll make some interesting bets with you depending on how well the season’s going ;)

[kruegerslov3r]

someone in the chat asked the guys to flex, and samuel did it with his cat

everyone: 🤣

cat: 💪😳

[thekeystothebasement]

REQUEST!! Head empty just thinking about throwing the 141 guys on their back to ride the living soul out of them till they're babbling non sense+ including König and graves these boys are to die for🤤🤎🤎🤎

A/N: I'm slowly making my way through the requests, This one took me a bit longer than I expected. It was quite challenging writing similar prompts for different characters without sounding repetitive.I went hard on Captain Price and Ghost's parts but I sort of felt like the quality went down after that :(

Let me know what ya'll think!

Check out my post: WIPS and Requests if you're interested in what I have planned or curious about the rules I set for requests.

Captain Price:

You've been needy all day and Price hasn't been giving you the attention you've been craving.

He was constantly pacing around the base, in meetings, and never having an opportunity to be with you until you found one.

After wandering around the base like a lost puppy looking for its owner, you found Price at his office, sitting in his big leather chair.

You could hear him sigh out of frustration, rubbing his temple, you could see the exhaustion on his face.

Normally you would leave him alone or even convince him to rest but you were so fucking needy.

The ache between your legs only seems to grow by the second.

Seeing him lean back into his leather chair, legs spread and letting out a sigh of frustration you finally decided to pounce.

"Daddy" you whimpered as you bounced on his dick. You were riding him eagerly, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. Normally Price would be so rough with you, pounding you against his desk and calling you a whore, his little slut. But Price couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Any words coming from his mouth were slurred as he looked at you with hooded eyelids.

"I'm a good girl, right?" you asked as you kept your relentless pace. "I'm taking care of daddy." you giggled as you felt him throb inside of you. You rocked your hips against him as you leaned closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"C'mon daddy, let it out." you whimpered. You gently nipped at his ear earning a throaty moan from him. "Let your baby take care of you. Be a good boy for me."

You let out a gasp at his weak attempt to thrust up into you, his nails leaving marks on your hips.

"Princess..." he whimpered

"Yes, sir?" you were smiling down at him, feeling him tense under you before shuddering as his cum shoots deep into you. His body goes limp on the leather chair as you continue to ride him, not satisfied with the amount of cum he gave you.

"Giving up already?" you pouted. You could feel his semen run down your burning thighs, leaving you even hornier.

"C'mon old man, your princess wants more."

Ghost:

Ghost never liked to relinquish control.

Whenever you tried to take the reigns you were always put in your place

On your back with your legs over his shoulder as he pounded into you, desperately trying to breed you.

Despite how good he made you feel, you always had the fantasy to be on top.

You wanted Ghost to be the one left quivering and begging.

You wanted to be the one in control. You wanted to be the one to be able to hold's Ghost pleasure over his head.

You wanted Ghost to beg you to let him cum, which is exactly what your ears are hearing.

"Fucking hell, don't do this to me, baby..." Simon pleaded. The rope tied around his wrist wouldn't budge no matter how hard Simon's hands tried to reach out to your body. He couldn't remember how many times you kept bringing him to the edge of pleasure, riding his cock and squeezing your warm wet cunt around him, to only pull away when you feel the familiar throb of his cock ready to burst his semen inside you.

"C'mon lieutenant..." you whispered into his ear as your fingernail traveled from his neck down to his chest. "I know you can beg better than that. How much do you want to cum inside this wet pussy." You teased.

You can see how red his tip was, practically ready to blow his load inside you with the slightest touch. His breathing was labored, his chest rapidly rising and falling. The rope tied around his ankles kept him from bucking his hips into you, as you hovered over him. Your pussy is just a few mere centimeters from his cock.

"c'mon princess..." he choked out, completely frustrated in the predicament he woke up to. "Please ride me..."

You couldn't help the wide grin that appeared on your face as you looked down at Simon. As soon as those words left his mouth you bounced down onto his cock earning a whimper from the man below you.

"As you wish lieutenant."

Soap:

You and Soap had made a bet after a heated argument in front of the 141 task force.

Somehow the topic landed on Sex

Soap had begun to brag that he could last hours to the point he'd outlast his partner which earned a snort from you.

All eyes landed on you at your reaction, Soap didn't take it lightly and thus started your mini argument

The argument ended when you and Soap agreed to have sex with each and see who would last the longest.

The group was astounded at the interaction and decided to stay at the bar longer than they planned as they watched you and Soap leave.

They did not want to be around you both as the bet took place.

"Johnny..." you panted as you looked down at the male before you. His eyes were squeezed shut as he roughly panted below you. "Admit it. You can't outlast me. My pussy is about to put you to sleep."

Soap could only whimper as you continued to bounce on his cock, vulgar wet sounds emitted by your actions. A ring of white can be seen in the base of his cock, the ring getting thicker and thicker as you continued to ride him. His hips would lazily try to meet yours, missing the rhythm you had set.

Your giggles echoed in his room as you felt his body stiffen, knowing his semen was about to be freed from their chamber. You could hear him babble nonsense as your cunt squeezed around his cock, squeezing the last bit of cum he had. Hissing as he nutted in you.

"you're a fucking minx..." he panted out. His hand tapped the inside of your cum covered thighs.

"Tapping out, Johnny?"

Gaz:

You and Gaz were the youngest members of the task force.

Because of this, you two got along well.

A little too well for everybody's comfort

It was no secret you two were fooling around with each other

Every member has their own experience catching you two in the act, mortifying all who were involved

But that never stopped you and Gaz from doing it again

The bathroom, kitchen, and even the sparring room were not safe from your lewd acts

Hell, you could imagine Price's shouting already

You were riding Gaz on Price's favorite couch, the worn-out fabric couch by the coffee table

"You got issues Gaz,"

Gaz was leaning back on the couch, 'coincidentally' the very spot Price sits on every day. He watched as you did all the work. Watching as your breasts jiggled with every bounce on his dick. He leaned further into the couch as you continued to belittle him.

"You like it when we get caught," you teased. "Pervert."

Gaz felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were breathtaking, you looked so beautiful riding him. Your hands settled on his shoulders as you raised your hips and fell down on his cock, his balls slapping against your ass.

"Hurry up and cum Gaz," you gasped out. His fingers tightened around your hips as he edged closer and closer to the height of his pleasure. "Don't want the Captain to walk in and see me riding his favorite sergeant?"

"...fuck..."Gaz moaned. His eyes squeezed shut as he imagined your words. "...baby"

"Sick-fuck..." you teased. You quicked your pace, moving your hips in a circular manner. "You want the Captain to see me milk your cum from your balls?"

"shit..oh god..." Gaz cried out. You felt his body stiffen as he chanted 'yes baby' He could feel your walls squeezing around him, desperately trying to milk him.

As you feel his cum dribble down your thigh, your next set of words had him running through a list of emotions, his limp dick twitching inside of you despite his consciousness telling him how wrong it was to be getting hard in the situation he found himself in.

"Hi, Captain. Enjoying the show?"

Konig:

Konig's eyes followed you everywhere and you noticed for quite a bit of time.

You never really held a conversation with the tall male before.

He was too anxious to talk to you but whenever you approached him and try to converse with him, he could only reply with one-word responses.

Despite the lack of conversations, you enjoyed his presence.

You would be writing in your journal across from him and he would sketch on his sketchpad.

You've seen his sketches before, he was quite skilled and you rained compliments on him.

He would awkwardly laugh at your compliments, his mask hiding the big smile and blush on his cheeks.

Konig's body would soon stiffen under your next question, his hand harshly gripping at his sketchpad, and his pencil snapped in the other.

"Have you ever done nude art?"

You already knew the outcome when you suggested he draw you nude.

The devious smile on your face as you led him to your room and rid yourself of your clothes.

You admired Konig's self-control when he actually did try to sketch you nude but you had other plans.

"Mesmerize every square inch of my body." you panted. Konig was sprawled on the floor as you used his body for your complete and utter pleasure. His sniper hood was discarded in the room as his forearm covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face from the pleasure of your tight walls squeezing his overstimulated cock.

Whimpers and breathy moans escaped his throat and released into the room. Wet sounds resonated in the room as you bounced on his cock and scratched and clung to his chest.

"I'll remember..." Konig breathed out. "I'll remember...Scheiß...your curves..and...tight pussy"

You laughed at his weak attempt to reply to you, his sentence broken each time your ass landed on his balls earning whimpers and curses from the male. You could feel Konig's dick throb inside of you and his moans becoming higher and more frequent.

"Cum inside of me..."You begged. "and then you'll be able to draw me full of your semen."

Graves:

As soon as you got a glimpse of his eyes, you knew you were going to fuck him into submission

The way his eyes would shined when he stepped into the dinner and noticed a cute young waitress looking at him with a soft smile

He'd sit in a booth and pray you'll be his waitress for the night

He'd subtly flirt with you but you knew what you wanted and aggressively flirted right back at him

His eyes would follow your figure as you'd walk away, his eyes focusing on your ass

When you returned with his food you sat in the chair in front of him and kept him company as he ate his meal

Eventually, your boss yelled at you to get back to work, leaving Graves smirking at the small pout on your face.

You would lean down to his ear, his eyes gazing at your cleavage, your hand squeezing his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "I get off at 10. If you'll wait for me, I'll make it worth your while."

You stood back up, dusting your skirt and sending him a wink before getting back to work

Despite the car having tinted windows, the rocking of the car and the smudged handprints on the windows gave away what was happening inside.

Phillip was sprawled on the car seat that was set all the way down, you were sat on his clothed dick, rocking your wet folds against the wet fabric of his briefs. His briefs stained with his cum and your arousal.

“C’mon baby….fuck,” Graves whined. “Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

You gave him false hope as you lifted your hips up and pulled down his briefs. You continued to rock your hips, your wet folds spreading your arousal on his red tip. You felt him shudder under your teasing, his eyes squeezed shut as his hands tried to grip the leather seats.

“Please stop teasing me, baby.” He begged.

You grinned at him, lining yourself up with his dick before you slowly eased him inside of you. Your eyes closed shut momentarily before the were snapped open, feeling Grave shoot his cum inside of you.

Your laughter filled the car as you began to bounce on his dick, whimpers and moans escaping from Graves.

“Was my pussy that good,” you questioned. “Fucking nutted just by being inside of me….Pathetic”

Graves couldn’t help but enjoy the way you degraded him, feeling your warm walls hug his cock, and the way yours eyes looked down at him. Your eyes looking at him as if he was a toy for your pleasure. Disregarding how sensitive he was from all your teasing, not caring how many times you made him cum inside of his briefs, his cum and your arousal mixed with each other, wet sounds emitted each time you lowered your hips all the way till his balls were tightly pressed against your ass.

“Shit….gonna fuck myself on your cock till the sunrise…”you said as you felt him throb inside of you once again.

“ if you can even last that long…”

[wxnheart]

You got me touchin' on your body...

You're sandwiched between the wall and him, sequestered away from prying eyes and sharp ears, and oh fuck, his fingers—

They make you tremble. They make you moan. They make you push and rub against him even more and god, he's so hard. And smug, too. Bastard.

Those calloused hands are doing things to your body, playing you like a finely-tuned instrument, and making you feel shameless. Under different circumstances, you'd be embarrassed at the sounds you're making, doubly so because someone might hear you but right now, in this very moment, you couldn't give two shits if they did or not. Hell, you're even hoping they're enjoying it.

All you're concerned about is your pleasure. And so is he.

He continues to push you closer to the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting more. And when you come in a volley of curses, shivers, and murmurs of his name, pressed tightly against his body, you're a thousand percent certain everyone heard that.

Tough shit, though, 'cause he's only getting started.

Under different circumstances, he'd have you going crazy, fucking you senseless while seeing how quiet you could stay but right now? In this moment? Fuck no. Everybody's gonna hear you. Everybody's gonna know who you belong to.

Everybody.

Hope they enjoy the show.

[sarahs-secrets2]

you know those tiktoks where you record your bf in secret in the middle of cuddling and they're just a complete soft mess until they figure out they're being recorded?

How about Graves being a whiny, affectionate guy when he's with you and letting himself not be the tough and in charge Commander? Just absolutely melting in his darlings arms and stuff in comparison to him everyday/around his Shadows

Late Night Talking ˋ♡ˊ

phillip graves x gn!reader

graves masterlist!!

₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

Your fingers were tangled through Phillip’s hair while his head rested on your lower abdomen, situated perfectly in between your legs. Nights like this were cherished, the hardened Commander letting his walls down in the safety of your grasp. The tv was on in the bedroom, but neither of you were paying much attention to it. It had become background noise as your focus narrowed on Phillip and his plans for the weekend for the two of you. 

“Honey,” Phillip angled his head back, practically looking at you upside down. His lips were puckered, begging for a kiss. “Please,” he whined, closing his eyes. It made you giggle seeing Commander Phillip Graves completely become a different person behind closed doors with you. It was cute, endearing, he felt safe with you and that was all you could ask for. Phil insisted on making up for lost time, and even though he had been home for well over 2 months, he would take any chance to steal (or beg) for a kiss. 

Chuckling to yourself, you bent down slightly to meet his lips. Phillip shifted slightly, trying to sit up and get even closer. Close was not close enough for Commander Phillip Graves. The kiss was short and sweet, but clumsy. “Come back ‘er, I’m not done,” Phillip urged, his voice was low with his southern accent more noticeable than usual. Slipping out from between your legs and inching up the bed to lay next to you, the Commander wrapped his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest. 

“I hope you don’t treat your Shadows like this,” you said as you looked up to catch his eye, “I might get jealous,” 

Phillip laughed, his brow furrowing slightly at the comment, “If my Shadows saw me like this, I’d never hear the end of it doll.” Before you could think of a comeback, Graves snuck his hand under your chin. His lips moved in tandem with yours, while his arm around your shoulder hugged you tight. You could feel yourself melting into the kiss, melting into him. 

Phillip pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Commander,”

“Don’t you start now,” he laughed as he leaned in for another kiss. 

₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

i hope this is okay !!! ty for the request !!

[blingblong55]

Heartbeat-Philip Graves NSFW

Based on a request:

hear me out, pretty baby. cop au with Graves is like playing dangerous by mother lana i need to be cuffed nd fucked by him --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, cop au, cop!Graves, civilian!reader, P-in-V, unprotected sex, cuffs, some degrading

A/N: will be somewhat short

A uni student and a young police officer are the perfect equation for having you cuffed to the headrest of his car. His cock slipped into your tight cunt. The car shook with each thrust. His moans are deep, tip all sensitive from when you got on your knees and gave him head. He couldn't resist though. His hand prints on your reddened ass, your skirt lifted to your waist. You look back, a wide smirk on him as he watches you bounce on him. You lean onto the headrest, tired and more than overstimulated. His hands on your hips, couldn't take them away from the girl that he so needed.

A frustrated man he was before a random car check on the highway. The cars pass by as he hears you moan. All of a sudden you can feel his hands begin to rub your clit again, "spread 'em for me, darlin'," he kisses the back of your neck. The way he rubbed your clit, being so gentle yet so rough with it, showing his mastery in you. "It's okay, let go," he whispers against your neck. "Be a good little slut and show me how good it feels," he kisses your neck again. You can't help but guide his hands, hitting in all the right places you moan. "Oh that's my girl," he chuckles and you smile.

Eyes closed when he pulled onto your hair, "Look at me, c'mon, do it," he ushers. His American accent was so smooth, so rich unlike how rough he was being to your body. Your back and neck were covered in his marks, his cuffs leaving marks on your wrists, something you couldn't care about anymore. In this moment, and as he reminded you all night your body was his, his to fuck, his to ruin and, "mine to mark," teeth biting into your shoulder. He wasn't a corrupt cop like his mates but to you? That was a mystery to be solved by you. The cigarette set aside as it let the tobacco smoke in the air, windows fogged, your body claimed to be his.

His lips, addicted to your body, never separating from you. "Just like that," pre-cum already leaking into you, he pushed your face to the headrest. You, like the slut you had become in those forty minutes, felt his cum paint your walls with his sticky seed. His thrusts were no longer rough but rather gentle and slow. Small groans or slight whimpers came from him. Your cunt the temple in which he worships.

A/N: I know for a fact this man whimpers when he gets overstimulated or cums...its canon now...shut up

Tags: @liyanahelena @clear-your-mind-and-dream @sleepydang @demons-darling @delusionally-loveless-by-choice @pxssygxblin @99ggukie @puffinhp @m0cha-bunny

[darling-i-read-it]

Barbecue

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k 

Warnings: general sexual insinuations, literally tooth aching fluff i love him so much it hurts, drinking, guys being dudes

Author’s Note: i literally swore to myself i would write this, the plotless fluff needed to happen and it needed to happen now frankly. Also I just made up a bunch of names for the shadows!

I wrote this as a technical part 2 to Shower Before Bed but it’s not necessary reading! Just like. Made sense in my head lol. 

Summary: Literally just a get together with the Shadows at Phil and his ladies house 

Genre: fluff 

Song: Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Babe, where's the propane?!” 

“Under the grill?”

“It’s not there!” 

“I don’t use that grill Phil!” 

You were inside the kitchen, grabbing all the side plates you bought from the store. Phil could make a mean steak but he wasn’t really sure how to do the side things. Lucky for you, buying chips and various salads was easy. You could give him hefty lifting. 

He walked in through the sliding glass door. 

“I feel like it’s in here,” he grumbled. 

“Then you are welcome to look handsome,” you mumbled, grabbing a couple bowls. He walked around you, opening under the sink. You knew it wasn’t there but you let him look anyway. 

After a very enthusiastic and slow to rise morning, Phil got right into preparing for guests. You had some people around sporadically but never that many. He had basically invited the entire squad over. 

“Did you try the garage?” 

“I did not.” He turned on his heels. He made it barely to the garage door down the hall when he turned back around. He walked back towards you in the kitchen. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“It’s outside. I just remembered.” 

“Is it under the grill?”

“It’s not under the grill,” he said and walked back through the sliding glass door. You rolled your eyes. You waited a bit, pouring some chips into a bowl. 

“Hey Phil?”

“It’s under the grill.” You nodded slowly. You figured. You grabbed the bowls and brought them outside. The sun had risen high in the sky. A perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold. You put the bowls down on the table and turned to him. He was leaning over the grill. 

The shirt he was wearing was tight around his arms. Your eyes scanned down his arms, following the veins down to his hands. You walked up behind him. He stood up all the way, almost bumping into you. 

“What’re you doin darlin?” he questioned. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled. Your face was scrunched up into a smile as you put your hand on top of his. You lifted his hand in front of his face. 

“You have such prominent veins,” you whispered, bewildered. 

“Baby,” he breathed. 

You traced down his arm. You placed your chin on his shoulder and leaned your head against his. Your touch was just a mere flutter. He could barely feel it, a tickle on his skin. You smiled cheekily. 

“Never noticed before,” you muttered and moved away. That was the lie to end all lies. You had noticed plenty of times. He groaned when your touch left him completely. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“If all goes well!” 

There was a knock on the door, raspy and aggressive. He turned on his heels. 

“I got it,” you called, going back into the house. You weaved through the house to the front door. 

Wes was on the other side. A taller member of Phil’s squad, lanky and apparently one of the best sharpshooters of all time. You smiled at the sight of him holding a tin of potato salad. 

“Wes!” 

“Oh if it isn’t lil miss Graves!” He teased. You smiled, moving aside to help him in. 

“Phil’s in the back starting to cook. You should probably go teach him how to do that.” 

“I can’t get a word through to that man, you know it.” You laughed, watching him go. It felt odd to have other people in your perfectly tuned home. It wasn’t bad. Just different. You walked onto the front porch, putting up the sign you had made that read; Come around the house!

You would get tired of walking through the house and you had no interest in letting bugs in through a propped front door. 

-

About an hour later, the backyard was packed. Music had started to play, though you weren’t sure where it was coming from. The grill was surrounded by men, there were discarded beer cans on the patio. 

“I did not say that,” Robbie muttered. He was a large man with tattoos, a beard on his face. 

“You did!” John called. “I thought I was gonna have to call it in but you just told the fucking mafia you were unarmed.”

“I wasn’t unarmed though,” Robbie countered. 

“Yeah no, I know that.” Your laughter melded into theirs. You were sitting with a couple of the guys around an unlit bonfire. “I thought they were gonna shoot you for being dumb.” 

“Wait, this was the Baikal job?” you questioned. 

“I thought it was Petersberg,” Robbie mumbled, lost in thought. 

“It was definitely Baikal,” John argued. 

“Oh yeah, because we were by that lake. I remem...wait, isn't that classified?” Your eyes went wide at the information and you grabbed the beer can off the table. Their eyes floated to you in bewilderment. 

“I coerced him,” you said, trying to salvage it. “Or something. Might’ve been pillowtalk.” 

“Oh God girl,” Robbie muttered. “You’re in for it. They’re gonna kidnap you for information instead of us!” 

“No ones getting kidnapped.” Phil approached behind you, his words floating above everyone else's. He sat down beside you on the porch couch. It smushed you to the side because there was barely enough room for two. You didn’t mind. He had gained a cowboy hat since you saw him last. He put his arm over the wicker back, rubbing circles into your shoulders. He loved to be touching you, especially in a place with a bunch of other guys. He had no qualms about having a woman in the Shadow Company but they tended to not wanna come to extracurricular activities. You couldn’t blame them. 

“Your girl knows about Baikal,” Robbie said. A couple other guys had joined the small circle. Phil grimaced. 

“She’s an honest one isn’t she?” He patted your back. You rolled your eyes. You two hardly had enough chairs for everyone. Wes sat down on the couch arm. “And I definitely remember telling her,” he lied. Everyone chuckled. 

“Oh my God Wes, sit here,” you said, getting up. 

“I am not about to kick a lady out of her seat,” Wes persisted. You were already standing. 

“I’ve got the best seat in the house, don’t worry,” you promised. He gave you a look, hesitantly sliding into the spot you had been sitting in. 

“What’s that?” he questioned. Phil was mid sentence when you sat on his lap. He let out a soft surprised sigh. There were a couple of ‘ooo’s’ from the onlookers but you had known most of them for years and couldn’t care less. Phil put an arm around you to keep you steady. You brought your legs up over the couch side to get comfortable. 

“What were you saying?” you questioned, rejoining the main conversation. 

“I was saying that you like to tell everyone confidential information and it’s a security risk,” he teased. You rolled your eyes. 

“At least she’s cute,” Robbie argued. Phil squeezed his grip on you. 

“Makes everything easy,” he assured his friends. You rolled your eyes. 

“Where’d you get the hat?” you asked. 

“Joey brought it for me. House warming gift.”

“We’ve lived here since June.” 

“And he hasn’t been over since then,” he argued. “What, does it look bad?” You shook your head, a laugh sputtering from your lips. 

“You look handsome.” You grabbed the hat from his head and put it atop yours, leaning into his chest. That earned a couple more ‘ooo’s’ from your onlookers. “What, he does!” you argued. 

“No, not that darlin,” Phil grumbled, though his voice was lighter than he likely intended. 

“Your man there is a cowboy. Believes in all the rules,” John explained. Joey peaked his head out from behind him as you starred with wide confused eyes. 

“There are rules that come with a cowboy hat?” you snorted. 

“If a girl takes a hat from a cowboy and puts it on her own head then…well she has to ride the cowboy,” Joey said. That caused more commotion. Your cheeks flushed but you tried to own it as best you could. You liked being so linked to Phil that it was the source of conversations. He was rubbing your back, hand toying at the hem of your shirt. 

“Oh darn,” you joked. You turned to face Phil completely. “You believe in that bullshit?” 

“Yes ma’am,” he explained. “It’s strict.” Your eyes were locked in a careful intimacy. You could’ve taken him right there. 

“Sounds like we have dessert plans then. I’ve gotta start kicking you boys out early!” Chuckles followed from your words. 

The overlapped conversations continued. You chimed in when you could but mostly you listened. Phil held you safely in his arms, drinking his beer with his free hand. He did most of the talking, making crude jokes about battle and telling stories you only half understood. He didn’t tell you to leave even when you were sure his legs had fallen asleep underneath you. 

The sun set. Someone started the bonfire. The conversation continued. Beers were passed around. Jokes were told. Your eyes started to droop. People started to leave around 11, funneling back to their own homes. 

It was around then you finally stood. 

“Thanks for being my chair,” you said to Phil as you slid off of him. He let out a groan, stretching out his legs. 

“Don’t say I never make sacrifices for you.” You extended your hand to help him up. You pulled him aggressively and he caught himself by grabbing your hips. The reaction was natural. He was so close and he smelled like a bonfire.

“Those steaks were fire boss,” someone said. He let go of you to mingle. 

“It was nice to see you again,” Robbie called towards you. 

“You too. Y’all are welcome anytime. Well, not anytime. Call first.” A gentle, tired chuckle. You walked people to the front door. 

Before you knew it, the house was empty again. Save for Phil, of course. When the last Shadow left you shut the door behind him with triumph, locking it and then turning on the security system beside the door. 

You shuffled out back. Phil was picking up beer cans. 

“I’m exhausted,” he said with a light laugh. 

“Me too,” you admitted. You had gotten tired a half hour ago. “It was nice to see and meet everyone though. I’m glad you’ve got so many good guys looking after you.” You lazily approached him. He tossed the beer cans in the recycle bin and wrapped his arms around you happily. His cowboy hat had returned to his head. 

“They’re good men.” 

“I know,” you hummed. You cupped his face. It was torment being around him so long and not being able to kiss him silly. You took the opportunity now, slipping your lips onto his. He responded sleepily, kissing you like it was breathing. 

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips. 

“I love you too Phil,” you whispered. “We can clean this up tomorrow. I’ve gotta crash soon or else I’ll fall into the fire embers.” He held your hip tighter.

“Not on my watch.”

“I know. Never on your watch.” You made an effort to leave his grip but it just tightened. 

“I like hanging out with them,” he started. His voice was far away. The fatigue had gotten to him which made his words loopier. Could also have been the alcohol. “But I don’t like the way some of em look at you.” 

“They’re all nice to me,” you said, titling your head in confusion. You hadn’t gotten weird vibes all night. 

“Sometimes I catch em staring too long. I don’t like it.” You hummed in response. “Gouge their eyes out then.” 

“For you? Anything.” He kissed you again. You brushed his hair back out of his face. 

“It’s bed time for you baby.” He nodded once. 

“Love you.” 

“Love you too. C’mon.” You looped your arm around his as you started to walk inside.

“That cowboy thing is a rule you know. They weren’t fuckin with you.” 

“I’ll make it up to you when we’re not exhausted.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” His low hum sealed the deal. You took the hat off his head as you walked into the bedroom, tossing it onto the dresser. Even as you went to get clothes to sleep in, his hands remained on you. You traced his veins with your thumb. This is what being content feels like, you thought. This. 

[tamayakii]

baby moments. 141 + Graves.

inspo: i was looking at cute baby pics and wanted to do this, characters: 141 + Phillip Graves warnings: babies & fluff

SHOWERS WITH YOUR BABY - Phillip, John P & Simon

In the wee hours of the morning and your babe is fussy he takes them into the shower with him. He 100% has since invested in one of those shower heads that has a softer filter so it doesn't irritate your infant. Gently rubbing the baby shampoo on their scalp, twirling their barely-there hair as he sways side to side. Puts your baby to sleep so hard, cheek pressed against your husbands chest, lips smooshed and open as they drool.

PUPPY EYES - Gaz & Simon

Oh. Em. Gee. Their babies will inherit the mens brown eyes, and the PUPPY EYES!!! At a young age their children will learn puppy eyes, using their deep brown eyes against you two. Cute pouty lips and sparkly black eyes staring at you as they grip an empty baby bottle, no noises need. It's almost like they knew, sneaky little bugger. Build an iron wall soon, or else they will be spoiled beyond belief (oops... too late)

SLEEPY AND SPOILED - Johnny M, John P & Simon

Oh their sweet baby. Wrapped up in soft blankets as they drool, an easy first baby, the classic one that will trick you into a second baby that will actually be more chaotic. Sleeps through the night so easily but your husband spends so much on soft plushies, so so so many different types of blankets, invested in a bed-side crib. Even on day trips in their stroller, they are knocked out. Sugary treat slowly tipping to the side, basking in the sun.

TWO UNDER TWO - Johnny M & Phillip

This man. Cannot resist the godly like call of your pregnant body, So it is no surprise you end up having irish twins, two children under the age of two. The house over run in broken crayons, matching onesies, giggles and parroting phrases/noises as they learn to vocalize. Often hugging eachother when the other is upset over spilt milk, being the bestest friends and enemies all in the same day. It's hard but so worth it to break the long cycle of mistreatment to see them communicate even as wee children. Though, i think he may one or four more.

[certifiedfreec]

i can’t stop thinking about neighbor!graves… 🤔

🏡 you’re new to the neighborhood, getting all your things moved in and seemingly drowning in all the boxes of stuff you have. you ordered some items to replace the ones that got damaged or lost during transit, so that only added on to the cardboard-ridden mess that was your new living room.

🏡 a few days after settling in, you finally notice one of your packages has a mysterious name on it: phillip graves. you suddenly feel bad; how long has this guy been missing his delivery?? you bustle out your door in your pajamas, looking for the house number that matches the one on the package until you finally find it. it’s a fairly large house with dark, sophisticated paint. it’s across and over from yours with a huge black truck backed into the driveway. very snazzy for a truck, you think, hurrying your way to the tall entry door and ringing the doorbell.

🏡 “hey, how can i help ya?” his slight twang is warm and uplifting when he opens the door, eyeing you with a keen interest. god, he’s pretty. he sees what’s standing before him in the cutest little pj set and he’s feeling like an angel was dropped at his doorstep. meanwhile, you’re freaking out- standing there in your scrubby pajamas in front of this ridiculously attractive man, who is apparently your neighbor, and you’ve been holding onto his package without him knowing. (you realize there’s another package of his you’d like to hold though- ba dum tss!)

🏡 you shyly introduce yourself, pointing toward your house and then handing him the box, which he accepts with a teasing “gonna have to tell the HOA about the new thief on the block,” and a quick wink. it nearly melts you, but we must stay focused brothers!! he thanks you and introduces himself as phillip, taking the chance to let you know that you caught him at a good time because he’s often out for extended periods of time with his work. the poor baby must exhaust himself with how busy he is :(

🏡 you hear what he’s saying and being the new, good little neighbor you are, you offer to swing by and grab his mail, check on his plants, and do some basic house upkeep whenever he’s gone. hook, line, and sinker- it’s just what he wants to hear. he accepts your offer with that pearly grin of his, but not without adding his contact info to your phone so he can let you know when he’ll be out of town :’) he’s just so handsome that you feel like you won the jackpot!

🏡 from that day on, it’s like you keep bumping into each other outside- how silly! you start to find some excuses to be out front, maybe to check your roof for any damage or plant some flowers along the side yard, and whaddaya know, neighbor!graves soon finds himself outside giving his big ‘ol truck a wash (you could swear it’s already spotless). god, those flexing muscles and the wet t-shirt clinging to them are much more interesting than your rhododendrons.

🏡 he’s such a friendly neighbor- he’s really taken a liking to you! <3 whenever he’s actually home, he’s got your grocery bags carried inside or he’s grilled some barbecue that you’d be “downright ridiculous not to try”- his words, not yours! it’s delicious, of course, and he credits all his skills to his old man and his “coworkers.” you decide to bake him some sweets in return, and he just about melts. you’re just so good, and so is your baking! he’d really like to taste something else though, too…

🏡 now, neighbor!graves is a pretty nosy guy, so he’s taken it upon himself to keep you in the loop on all the drama in the neighborhood. but really, can you blame him? it’s in his nature to find intel- someone in the community has to do it! this is also a subtle way of letting you know that he’ll be keeping an eye on you, too- because he’s gotta look out for his fellow neighbors, especially if they’re adorable ;)

🏡 eventually he’s away for a few weeks and you’re on deck to pick up his mail, water his indoor plants, all that good stuff. he gives you a key before he leaves and tells you “go ‘head and keep it, mi casa es su casa,” fully inviting you to get comfy in his space- and you do! his furniture is so sleek yet so cozy, his living room complete with a super plush leather couch and a ridiculously large tv. you gather from all his medals and badges decorating the place that he’s very accomplished at what he does- this guy’s the real deal. you also get a nagging feeling that you want to spend more time in his space- it’s just so comfortable, and it smells like sweet vetiver and crisp mint :’)

🏡 so… neighbor!graves, being the nosy guy that he is, has been tracking when you’ve been going over by checking his high-end front door camera from his phone. he can’t help but get flustered at the idea of you in his most personal space- god, he wants you in his bed- and he starts to remember your routine. when he’s finally finished with his operation, he may or may not schedule his flight so that he arrives home shortly after the time usually head over, and your entire body stills when you hear his garage go up. he walks in with some heavy-looking bags wearing an all-black outfit, and you almost swoon. he’s such a man.

🏡 woops, surprise! he apologizes for forgetting to mention when he’d be getting home. he’s so damn excited to see you in his house though, so cute and dutiful, having left his plants perfectly hydrated and not a speck of dust in the area. he has an inkling-no, a certainty- that you’d be an amazing housewife. he invites you to stick around for a drink since you’re already there anyway, and of course you accept since you’d be “downright ridiculous” if you didn’t!

🏡 after you fill him in on the neighborhood drama he missed over some scotch (he is loving your intel collection skills, by the way), he reaches for his wallet to get you some cash for all the trouble- this man was really about to give you a wad of hundreds for your menial house chores! unbelievable! you immediately shoo it away, insisting that it really was no big deal… well, now you’ve left him stumped, because how else could he ever show his appreciation for your hard work while he was away??

🏡 by eating your pussy, of course! it takes very little resistance on both your ends until you’re sprawled out on his luxuriously soft bed with his head between your thighs, moaning and mewling so loud from the perfect licks and swirls on your aching, needy clit that his front door camera can practically pick up on your noises :’) your slick is getting all over his satiny sheets, but he doesn’t even pay that any mind. a few sharp sucks to your sensitive bundle of nerves and the scratch of his light blond stubble along your inner thighs has you cumming so hard that you can’t help but chant his name- and he’ll be damned if that isn’t music to his ears! <3

🏡 he still doesn’t feel like he’s fully shown you his appreciation…maybe he needs to fuck the shit out of you too! he’s talking to you so nicely as he stretches your pulsing walls with his huge, veiny cock, reassuring you that you’re “such a good girl,” “lookin’ so gorgeous right now,” “takin’ me like a champ, baby.”… you’ve never felt so full, yet somehow you can’t get enough of him :( he decides to place a silky pillow under your hips so he can pummel into you from a deeper angle, and he leaves all kinds of purply marks along your chest as he tells you just how perfect your pussy is for him- god, he’s happy you moved here!

🏡 by now you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed around his length, and he finally coats your insides with his warm, thick spurts of cum as he groans your name. you both collapse onto his sheets, exhaustedly drifting to sleep just to do it all over again in the morning ;) he gets a hot shower ready for the both of you before kindly requesting some of your amazing baking- he even offers you to wear one of his t-shirts so you don’t get any ingredients on your own clothes! of course, you’re more than happy to oblige. after all, he’s such a friendly neighbor <3

[kruegerslov3r]

daddy issue? I LOVE DADDY ISSUES 🫶❤️

[konigsblog]

Your thoughts on Yandere Farmer Graves ? What if he was working on his farm one day and caught the reader innocently flirting with some guy...;3

tw: large age gap (20s&40s), rape/non-con

yandere!farrmer!graves became obsessive when a farmhand around your age began talking to you. naturally and due to your similar age, you had a lot of interests that you shared! and at first, he brushed it off. but the closer you guys got, and the fact phillip knew he couldn't be watching you 24/7 as you lived down in the village, while his house wasn't far off from the farm, all irritated him, leaving him easily riled up and... sexually frustrated.

phillip tried his best to separate you two, in fear of something more than an innocent friendship forming. despite having different orders and places to be, you always managed to speak somehow. and phillip knew that preying on a dumb, weak 20 year old while he was in his 40s was wrong. yet, he was known for being an aggressive, rough bastard — it wasn't a surprise when he found himself craving the touch and tightness of your pussy around his fat shaft.

he'd take you into his house after you'd done all your work, offering you something to eat, which you gratefully accepted as you were starving from hours on the farm nonstop. yet, phillip took advantage of your vulnerability and nativity: how you'd easily slip into his house without suspecting a thing, and getting all shy on him when he began lifting up your skirt while standing behind you. :3

“c’mon, don’t’cha think i’ can give ya’ different reward?” he attempts to coerce you with his grin, a sly smirk stained onto his face.

you stutter over your words, fumbling nervously and bottom lip quivering before he began acting, already pushing your panties down and taking out this half-hard cock. he didn't prepare you, just spitting and slapping your pussy whenever you got too loud, easier inside without warning. god, his cock ached inside your tightness, wetting him in your slick!

of course, he raped you!! what more did you expect when you were the only one forced to wear a small dress and ordered to do tasks which required bending over? don't be naive... :(

[wxnheart]

Your gasp caught in your throat as he pressed against you harder.

And god—god help you but fuck. Oh fuck—

You felt self-restraint in tight muscles, felt raw desire as hands grasped, palmed, and caressed your hips and ass. His huff of frustration kissed the crook of your neck and you could only let out a throaty laugh in response.

Oh, but the feel of his dick pressed against you...

My god.

You both were falling apart at the seams but YOU, you damn tease, you goddamn craving, his fucking obsession, YOU—

You fucking goad him. You beg him. And fuck if it doesn't sound like sweet music to his ears.

"Baby... Darling," you whisper, primal urge coating the air, "Fuck me."

He says nothing.

But a visceral snarl, flowing through your body like electric currents, told you everything you needed to know.

He's gonna deliver.

[lxvvie]

A relationship with Phillip Graves would consist of the following:

You wondering how in the hell you managed to get into a relationship with him in the first place.

The rest of Shadow Company knowing it's serious when he introduces you to the boys.

Also witnessing the duality of man in both Phillip and yourself. He's a father to his men, an end-justifies-the-means kinda guy, and slicker than a can of fucking oil. Conversely, he's incredibly affectionate, charming, and downright lecherous when it comes to you. And you, for the most part, don't know whether you want to choke him or kiss him breathless.

Graves making you his personal blanket. It's not uncommon to find him lying down, you situated comfortably between his legs, your head either resting on his thighs or on his lower stomach.

Finding out that he's a fuckin' connoisseur of barbecue, darlin', and would've loved to become a pitmaster if he hadn't joined the military.

Melting whenever Graves croons darlin' into your ear, oh so softly. Just because. Bonus points because he'll usually come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.

He'll also kiss the skin behind your ear or your neck afterward, too.

Graves being in the doghouse more often than not because he's a fuckin' smartass of the highest caliber.

Aggravating each other as an expression of love. He does it because you're hot when you're pissed. You do it because you love to call him Phil in retaliation which earns you the most disgusted side-eye lmao.

Jokingly calling him Zoolander because he tends to make that signature face when he's either thinking, disgusted, caught off guard, or... all three. He doesn't believe you until you show him a picture of himself. Magnum all the way, baby. You also made said picture your phone wallpaper.

Claiming his button-downs as your own.

Him dreading Halloween because of the corny fuckin' puns you make about his last name.

Finding out he loves to watch Hallmark movies during the holidays. Like... A LOT. Family tradition he says.