#phillip graves x gn!reader

[mrsphillipgraves]

touch starved Phillip Graves x GN!Reader headcanons <3

he definitely struggles with physical affection at first, you’re the one who initiates physical affection during the start of your relationship, (subtle things, like holding hands, or giving him a pat on the shoulder) even just that is so comforting to him, now imagine when you give him a hug for the first time, I imagine this man hasn’t been hugged properly for years, he would be melting in your touch, he would also be thinking about it and smiling for the next few days.

he would slowly start getting used to it, he would start getting used to you hugging him whenever he’s under a lot of stress, or just simply holding his hand and speaking to him whenever he starts feeling a bit overwhelmed about things

eventually, he finds himself seeking your comfort and affection whenever he’s under any sort of distress, and because of that, he would slowly start feeling more and more comfortable with physical affection, he would be the one initiating the hugs, and trust me, he would be hugging you ALL the damn time, would not be able to catch a break. aside from hugging, he would always be touching you in some way, if you’re sitting together, he most likely has his hand on your shoulder, or resting on your thigh,

when you two are walking together he always has his hand around your waist or is holding your hand tightly. he is also definitely coming up behind you whenever you’re cooking and hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, and you bet a lot of conversations would happen while he is too.

he is also practically begging you to sit on his lap, he loves it when you rest your head on his chest and lean into him, it makes him feel so at home and comfortable, gives him cuteness aggression towards you too, coming to that, if you’re ticklish, he is 100% tickling you.

he is sitting next to you no matter where y’all are, if you two are somehow not sitting next to eachother, he will come over and sit next to you, he wants to be close to you at all times.

he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck whenever you guys are cuddling, or just hugging, it’s his favorite thing to do, he loves the smell of your perfume too, he loves everything about you at this point.

forehead kisses are a must, he will be giving you forehead kisses whenever, it’s the sweetest thing ever, let’s say he is heading out somewhere, leaving to get groceries? “I’ll be back in a bit sweetheart” (*forehead kiss*)

he’s the type to play with your hair, tucking loose strands in, or just overall running his hands through your hair, he loves the feel of it.

100% kissing your cheek at all times, he loves how soft your cheeks are. Definitely would blush if you kissed him on the cheeks tho, or most importantly pinched his cheeks. Red like a tomato.

this man also 100% likes touching your fingers whenever you hold hands, he is definitely moving his thumb half the time because he loves the feel of your hand wrapping around his, it’s just so sweet to him.

most importantly,

he loves you for who you are, he takes care of you, he protects you, you’re the most valuable person on earth to him, he is always so soft around you, you’re the one person on earth he feels safe around, you’re his home, you mean everything to him.

when Phillip Graves loves, he loves deeply and truly.

end of post ♡.

[katz-chow]

texts with philip graves & his fiancé

a/n: NO COD SPOILERS I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT. philip graves is my baby my pookie bear my schnookums

[stridersdiner]

Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader

Quiet mornings with Phil.

The ol' rambler house, on the ranch property.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Phil?" Called from the kitchen.

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

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

"Made us some breakfast."

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

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

"Better late than never."

"Thank you, angel."

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[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hiya! 👋😆

May i ask for request?

(Evil laugh) 😈

How Cod characters react if they watch "Happy Tree Friends" for the first time?

Krueger, Valeria, and Graves.

If you never watched the show. I Totally recommended it.

a/n: I have- never watched that show oddly enough, so I watched it to write this (it reminds me of rocky and Bullwinkle or roadrunner but with gore?)

Krueger:

-genuinely thought you were just watching a childhood show, was NOT expecting the level of gore he was about to witness

-scarred for life. Refuses to watch anymore cartoons with you. He’d rather watch a war documentary then THAT.

-probably sent his friends the link as a joke late at night.

valeria:

-the first words that slipped out of her mouth is: ‘all of these characters look dumb. I hope they die.” Before you even GOT TO THE GORE

-genuinely enjoyed the dark humor and laughed with you as she watched it.

-makes misbehaving cartel workers watch it while tied up now just for fun.

graves:

-“I- darlin’ what the ever loving hell are you watching??” flew out of his mouth as he glanced over your shoulder

-sat behind you watching it the entire time with the most flabbergasted looks

-actually chuckled for some parts, ended up liking it

[crazyfandomluver]

I’ve been thinking about Graves with a s/o who’s taller than him…. (Sfw Phillip Graves x gn!reader headcannons)

just imagine… graves with someone who’s at least 6’2, and the little face that he’ll make when he walks up to you and he remembers that you’re unfairly taller than him 🤭

The soft yelp he lets out and how he tenses when you grab him from behind and pick him off the floor whenever you want his attention. He swears he wasn’t trying to ignore you doll, he was busy doing work and he didn’t hear you :( He pouts and folds his arms and refuses to speak to you until you put him down (unless you force him to talk ;D)

Would rather climb a pile of precariously placed things than to ask you for help reaching a tool or weapon off of the top rack. Despises it when you pick him up to reach it. He doesn’t want your help, dang it, he can do it on his own just fine >:( Refuses to admit he was wrong after falling from aforementioned pile of things and accidentally hurting himself.

Graves who, though he refuses to admit it, loves it when you grab his hips and pick him up when you’re making out. He hates having to stand on his tip toes just to reach you and he likes feeling like you’re both on a more equal level. It also gives him a chance to wrap his legs around your waist so it’s a win-win darlin’ ;)

Graves who thinks he’s the intimidating one during the beginning of an interrogation, but it’s really you who’s looming over them behind him, giving them one of your rarer death stares as you stare them down… Graves can’t help that he’s not scary, his smaller form and the constant fidgeting/shifting just aren’t very intimidating right away. That is until he starts getting frustrated and he starts to get serious. Then thats when the show begins 🥰 Go crazy my lil queen 

Desperately wants to be big spoon, but he’s tired (because he low key works himself into the ground) and so he just allows you to curl around him and pull him close. Will fight you to be big spoon when he’s not tired. (Which isn’t often, and he’s probably only in bed because you’re forcing him to sleep) Most of the time though he’s too tired to fight you and he’ll let you hold him close, and cuddle him. He has this rare, cute little soft open mouthed snore, and denies snoring whenever you bring it up. And when you finally show him a video, he insists that you somehow got a video of his twin, because “there’s no way in barbecue fried chicken that I snore darlin” 😒

Graves absolutely freezing up when you corner him with an arm on each side of him. He’s staring up at you, pinned between the wall and your mass of a body and- Crap, is he drooling??

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[radio-ghost-cooks]

imagine, if you will, Graves taking you on a fancy vacation

tags: Graves x gn!reader, vacation, shadow!reader, use of petnames ("sweetheart", "baby", "cowboy"), WTNV reference, just really fluffy

please imagine Graves dipping into Shepard's funds to take the Shadows on vacation. Shepard can spare a couple hundred thousand to give them all a few days off (that's how Graves justified it, at least).

it's this place in the Maldives. it floats! it takes a couple of seaplane trips to get everyone out there, but once everyone arrives? the whole place is packed with your teammates. a paradise packed with Shadows.

somehow, Graves managed to get a private beach house just for you and him. you feel a little badly for the Shadows who had to cram themselves into another house for it to happen, but knowing them they probably don't really care. that's the fun thing. you all love each other (everyone just knows that you and Graves love each other a Little Bit More than the others).

it's a taste of the high life for everyone. living in the lap of luxury for a few days. for you, most of it is spent cuddled up with Graves despite the heat.

"you're comfy," Graves hummed, nuzzling into your chest. "yes, and you're hot. literally," you had grunted, snickering a little under your breath, "Phil, sweetheart, it's nearly 90 degrees out here, and you wanna cuddle?" all he did was sigh contentedly and mumble, "you know ya' love it." you really couldn't say he was wrong as you wrapped your arms around him and drifted off a little with him.

the best part of the beach house was the fact that there wasn't a roof over the bedroom. it let all the cool night air fill the house and the sounds of waves around you lulled you both to sleep each night.

Graves brought his knees to his chest and smiled as he looked up at the sky hanging overhead. "what was that thing you always quote again, baby?" he murmured, completely entranced. "what," you asked, "'mostly void, partially star?' do i say it that much?" "kinda, yeah," he admitted with a soft laugh. "m'not complaining though. s' pretty." you gave him a cheeky smile and purred, "not as pretty as you, cowboy." he just shoved his hand into your face and snorted, pushing you back a bit. "oh god, 'cowboy.' are ya' really gonna start callin' me that now?"

it's so oddly domestic that it makes you both a little heartsick. you've known each other a while, but you still feel so overwhelmingly in love. that dumb, sappy puppy love that neither of you got to have when you were younger.

honestly, you could spend the rest of your life just like that. you, and Graves, and your massive number of idiot kids who are also your soldiers.

[kivino]

hey, cod fandom, what are the thoughts on priest!graves? because my mind is conjuring up something 👁️👁️

[meorb]

HIII i found u through the graves tag>:) can i get some graves x gender neutral reader nsfw. go crazy you choose whatever whether it's dark or not!!

I literally love Phillip Graves ugh 🫶 it's kinda short, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: NSFW obviously, gender neutral character being (implied) forced into a housewife role, Phillip Graves is not a sex god, dont sex him, he ignores protests but no one seems to care 👍

You were never really a marriage person. You went to weddings you were invited to and you liked the posts you saw of friend's weddings, but you never pictured one yourself. But now sat that pretty little band on your left ring finger, a dull ache filling you as you looked at it. If you knew he was going to propose so quick, you would have ran.

The scent of food and lemon soap filled the house as you stood over the counter, humming as you wiped and dried the marble. It was your place, after all. Phil worked, managed an entire company, and you got to stay home and cook. Not that you really had a problem with that, you hadn't even gone to college, so this life would've been way more comfortable than what you could've lived without him. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice Phil coming in the front door. You let out a yelp as his hands fell on your waist, and he instinctively covered your mouth, letting out a breath into your neck as he slowly pulled his hand off your mouth.

"Fuck, Phil..." He lets out a whine onto your skin in response, pressing a soft kiss to your neck and slipping his hand under your shirt to rub his fingers over your skin.

"Something as cute as you shouldn't be saying things like that," he murmured, letting out a low growl and lifting you up, laying you face down on the counter. He plays with your waistband, pulling it down partially until you looked back to stop him.

"Not now. Dinner will be done soon." He always wanted you at the worst times, and he wasn't seeming to care about your protest as he pulled your pants the rest of the way down your thighs, a cold finger pressing against your hole and pushing against it, making you let out a small whine.

"You know who's in control here, darlin'..." His lips were warm against your neck, contrasting to the cold finger slowly pressing farther into you, making you flush and press more against the counter. He pulled your shirt up with his free hand, pressing messy kisses to your spine.

"Pretty little thing..." he murmured against your skin, slipping another finger in you, and when you try and struggle again to get back to cooking, he curls his fingers, making you scrape your nails against the counter as he pressed against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, putting one hand over your mouth, which he abruptly pulled away.

"Fuck, Phil!" You groan, feeling him pull his fingers out of you and unzip his pants, the sound of his zipper being the only warning before his sticky tip rubbed against your hole, teasing you even though his wet kisses on your back clearly meant he was the desperate one.

"I love you. You know that, right? You know I'm never gonna let anyone touch you except for me. You're mine. My pretty little cook," his voice is low and scratchy, and he groans, no, moans, as he pushes into you, his hard cock scraping against your insides as he pulls back and lurches forward, your body hitting against the hard countertop. It hurt, but he didn't care. You were his to take. It's what you agreed to when you married him. Even if you had only been married for a couple weeks. He quickly starts to desperately rut against you, pants and grunts spilling lewdly from his mouth, the sound mixing with yours as you whimper from the pain of the counter and the filling feeling of his cock in you. The familiar building feeling in your stomach continues, even after the oven beeps to signal the food is done. His thrusts get sloppy and desperate, and he moans lowly as he feels you clench down on him.

"Fuck... c'mon baby, c'mon baby," his tone is high and quiet, his hips desperate as he kisses your spine, then bites down on the flesh, filling you as he cums and holds you on his cock for a second, then pulls out. He puts his cock away, completely oblivious or otherwise indifferent to the fact he had just stopped right before you finished. He pulls you off of the counter and sits you on your shaky legs, sniffing the air and grumbling at the new, burnt smell coming from the oven. He peeks into the oven, your pants still down around your thighs as he turns to you.

"You should probably remake that," he mumbles, looking at the burnt bread in the oven. Of course you should. It was your place. That's what you agreed to when you put that pretty little band on, huh? :)

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, handcuffs, gear kink, commander kink (?), mentions of cockwarming and edging *not proofread, just pure horny

[literally could not help myself] @waltzthegenderfluidpan @smmy-winchster

MINORS DNI!!

"the quicker you tell me what you want, the quicker i can give it to ya."

his gloved hands are digging into the skin of your naked hips, stopping you from grinding and squirming your hips. his cock is nestled in so deep, pressing so deliciously against your walls. graves tries to bite back a smirk, an airy chuckle leaving his lips as he watches you huff and whine.

he knocks his hips up, bouncing you on his cock. the abrupt action made you cry out, body shuddering as your body falls into his. the sheer contrast of you sitting naked on your commander's lap while he's still fully geared has a new heat rising through your body. "c'mon baby, tell your commander what you want,"

his voice was melodic and condescending, poking out any coherent thoughts in your head. "before I start doing things the hard way." your head is too fuzzy to think straight. the weight of his cock resting between your walls as he makes minuscule movements to make him shift inside you.

it's like you can feel him all over, feeling vulnerable against the eyes of a predator. if you thought the cockwarming and edging was driving you crazy, the way he lifts and drops your hips against him has you drooling and nearly going limp in his arms. you can hear him plant his feet flat against the floor, boots landing heavily on the floor.

you can't control the loud and lewd moans that spill from your lips, the pleasure blinding you. stars dart across your vision as graves buried himself to the hilt before pulling out almost completely. he pulls your body down on him, the swollen tip of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. "fuck baby-" he can't muffle the loud groan that grumbles in his throat. "god, you make me crazy."

[katz-chow]

This is so Phillip Graves coded....thoughts? Also love your work♡^^

bang bang

a/n: STOP NO I LOVE THIS SONG. you're so right babyboo this is so graves coded. how much of life passed by him because of how much time he dedicated to his work. let me show you. angst, good ending, gn! reader, not how i normally write graves, him being an ass, slight suicidal themes, one religious bit, ignoring mw3

Phillip hadn't meant to leave you all alone all those years ago. Memories of weeping willows and tall grass in the scorching summer heat before school started to flood his mind as he drove through sun-bleached roads in the Hill Country. He was finally going home, back to the place where he could finally retire. Sure, he hasn't been back here in 5 years, but he was working and doing important missions within the military, you knew that.

He made sure you knew that when he left for the cold plains of Colorado to start up the Shadow Company. "It's dangerous work, Sweetheart." He said as he held your hand close to his chest. You were crying, begging to come with him, the shiny new ring on her your finger gleamed in the airport lighting.

"No. it's too dangerous, I don't want them coming after you..." He said when you called him a few weeks later after he informed you that he was going overseas. Again, you begged to be able to call him, to have any grasp of him and who he belonged to. And again, he denied it.

You suggested letters on a call a few months later, after he had gotten back from that first mission. He seemed more on edge, hardened...not your Phillip. He cursed and groaned, "When will you understand how dangerous everything is?! Use your brain and think will you? If I send back letters, they'll know where to find you. If you send back letters, they'll know where to find me. Hell, they can probably trace this call right back to you at this very moment and I can't do shit about that!"

You ended the call, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks. You threw the sheets off of you and screamed into the pillows. You missed him and, of course, he just wanted you to be safe.

Soon, his signal got weaker and weaker. Letters were out of the option except for a rare one-pager or a post card sent from him. Mexico...seemed like a nice place to be, while you're stuck here in Texas, without your husband.

One month turned into two, and then 4 years, and then...he was dead. One of his old military buddies showed up to your door along with a shadow you've never seen before, a flag in hand.

You didn't cry during the funeral, there was no body. You didn't cry when you were handed the flag. You didn't cry on the drive home. You didn't cry until the sun went down and the normally empty house seemed colder, the last smoldering coal cooling down. That was when you couldn't take it anymore. Your knees sank down and hit the hardwood in your living room, framed pictures of the two of you hiking in California glimmered with the faint kitchen light that seemed so, so far away.

You felt the surge of guilt roll over you he was right, he was only keeping you safe from the mess of the world while you got to stay at home. But instead of admiring him and his care, you screamed and cursed and kicked and...cried. You cried out to him and he had no choice but to swallow the stinging in his chest whenever you asked when he was coming home. You couldn't see it at the time. Funny how these things work, it takes death to make you see it.

“If God teaches in this way, by weakening you into a vulnerable thing in order to beg for mercy, he is not a kind god. If this is the case, kill me too. If it’s cowardly than I accept being a coward, if it means I can be with him again.”

His death wrecks you. You don’t come out of the house anymore, not even to get groceries. You order things at your doorstep. You only open the door for people to send their condolences, but never allow them to go in nor do you want to go out. The house is no longer pristine and ready for him to come home at any minute anymore, because you know he won’t.

So imagine the sound of an engine cutting off in front of your house. Then the sound of a large car door closing. And then the keys turning the lock open. You don’t move from your nest of a bed, you figure you had forgotten to eat and the hallucinations are coming in. So you stare at the window blinds, bright sun outside causing a slight glow in your bedroom. You sigh. A lovely day gone to waste again, shame…

“Honey? I know you’re here, your car’s parked out…” His voice chirps as you hear heavy footsteps make its way around the small house. Then the sound of the door opening, your back facing it. You keep your eyes ahead, preparing for the part where everything fades to black and you fall asleep. You start to see the familiar figure in your peripheral and then his face knelt down to meet yours on the bed. You look at him, tiredly and sadden, dismissing the vision as you closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Baby…” His knuckles brush against your cheekbones and your eyes dart open and wide, looking up at him.

“Phillip…?”

His hand caress your face as yours reach out to him, fingers pinching and pulling at his face. He smiled softly. “It’s just me, again…Hi..”

Tears formed in your eyes as you sat up in bed, scrambling into his arms as you both sit on the floor. You screamed and sobbed and hit him as he held you close. “I thought you were fucking dead for almost a year, a whole fucking year, you asshole!”

Phillip didn’t seem fazed with your words nor your fists weakly hitting his back as you buried your face into him. “I know I’m sorry…I’m here now. I’m real, it’s okay, we’re okay.”

Your Phillip was home, safe and in your arms. He knew you would react in some way, but somehow he didn’t know it equate to you physically hitting him. He held you as tight in his arms as you would let him as you cried and screamed.

You succeeded in pulling away from him, tears turning into sniffles and a furrowed brown.

"I miss you."

A harsh pain whipped onto the side of his face, hard enough to pull his gaze from you to the bookshelf in the back against the wall.

"Don't do that again." You stared at him, tears silently rolling down your flushed cheeks as sniffled, lip quivering.

"I'll be here."

[stridersdiner]

Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader

You visit the ranch to dote on his animals. He's curious about something.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

"You any good at ridin'?"

The question catches you off guard. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, crouched onto the ground, the little calf nuzzling its head playfully into your hands. Phil's smile isn't as devious as you thought it would be. In fact, it's sweet, curious. And your mind fizzles as you replay his words in your head, almost disappointed that it was a genuine question. He stands at ease, arm crossed over his broad chest, resting the weight of himself through his hip against the fence.

"Kinda question is that?"

He shrugs. "You'd be surprised at the amount'a folk who can't saddle up properly."

"And it's a mystery as to why you think that," you simper, rolling your eyes as you turn yourself back to the calf, who's been circling you for the past minute and a half to catch your attention.

"I reckon yer daddy would've taught ya' young?"

And you nod. "No escaping it. Part of life here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, suppose so."

The silence lingers for a moment as you play with the calf like it's a puppy, and, as he stares at you, Phil can't help but think about how the two of you even became friends and how your relationship got friendlier with each rodeo trophy he's received. About the first one.

Lights brighter than the sun beam down on the area, lighting them and the next few miles of empty land up like a military base. His ears are pounding from the speakers, the crowd, the confetti, and the blank shots fired in the air as he smiles from ear to ear, shaking hands, and holding up the metal horse triumphantly as the flashes of cameras go off at all angles. And when he turns around to start making his way off of the stage, he's swarmed with congratulations, whistles, pats on the back. Someone is lazily attempting to hand him a half drunken beer, and he can only laugh as the fella drops it by accident. Everything is so quick. It only takes about four more steps before he's approached again, this time by two. A fan and their pa, he can only assume. But when the pounding in his ears goes away and everything is silent for a moment as he locks eyes with them, he pushes out a big breath he didn't know he had been holding. He has to remind himself that their father is talkin' to him, and he rips his gaze away to pay attention. His chest tightens as the pounding comes back, and he can hear cheers and shouts again. A picture? Phil smiles. "Oh, 'course! Y' wanna hold the check?" He hands it over and you take it shyly, hands smaller than his fumbling to find a good grip on it as he steps over to stand next to you. Your father is just beaming behind the camera as he brings it up to find an angle. "Get closer! I promise they don't bite, Phil, I raised 'em better than that." And you feel him shuffle closer with a step. His arm cages over your shoulder as he leans in, and you catch a trace of his cologne just under the smell of horse, cattle, and sweat. You smile nervously, just like the year before this, and the year before that. You barely have the mind to register that Phil had moved away from you to your dad as he showed him the picture. They laugh together, hum of their conversation filling your ears but no words to discern. Too focused on him. Your heart jumps to your throat when his smile doesn't falter after he catches you staring. Your dad shuffles off, spotting some friends a little ways away, and you're left with him. The silence between you two is sharp- like you can feel it in your head. He purses his lips as he taps two fingers on the check, trying to get your attention again. "Wanna get a drink sometime?"

His eyes focus on you again. You look up at him from the ground, head tilted as you stare back into blue.

"You alright there, cowboy?"

He shifts on his feet as he uncrosses his arms, stepping over to crouch down next to you.

"Never better, darlin'," he reaches down to run his hand over the calf's brown coat. "Didn't answer my question though."

"Huh?"

You turn to look at him again. There's that devilish smile he's been hiding.

"Any good at ridin'?"

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✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

[luci4theminorannoyance]

May I plz ask for a request ?

Reader who performs in the Rodeo.

(Riding Bulls, Lasso throwing, Etc)

How would Graves and Alex feel about it ?

🤔

a/n: oh my gosh, I love writing for things like this!!! This one’s a bit sloppy cuz I’m multitasking right now

Graves:

-he’d be all out FAN-BOYING over it, if you needed a sponsor: boom, shadow company is your sponsor, or if you want a spot in a rodeo? He’ll sell his damn soul if that’s what it takes to get you a spot

-goes to every single rodeo he can, and usually takes some of his shadows with him just for fun. He enjoys the feeling of his southern roots and adores seeing you doing things so close to him and you.

-always pulls you away after the rodeo or show to kiss you softly and tell you how stunning you did, peppering kisses along your chin and lips

Alex:

-isn’t as used to it as graves, but still loves the fact you enjoy your hobbie! And will show up to as many rodeos and events as he can.

-probably records it to show it off to others like “that’s my lover, aren’t they so cool??” And would talk about you for utter hours if anyone would let him

-anyone who asks if Alex is single or if you have any hobbies will get a whole paragraph about how wonderful you and you are on a bull, riding horses, lassoing cattle, hell even line-dancing

[gothicflowers]

“General I’m not going to betray these men for no good reason” Graves growled at laptop as he spoke to Sheppard. “We have no reason to make a enemy out of the 141, this puts a target on my men’s back for no reason”

“I hired you, you’re going to as I say” Sheppard said plainly, his arrogance shining through.

Philip laughed and shook his head “Fuck you, my men ain’t doin’ shit” anger spewing from his voice “my men ain’t your military, I control what they do. Not you”

Sheppards eyes seemed to darken on the screen making graves question, what did he get his men into. “You see Commander… I’m not against playing dirty to win. It’s in your best interest to follow through with my demands and play dirty”

Graves sneers “My best interest? Fuck you”

“I don’t think you understand my words commander. Your men ain’t the only thing you got to lose, so you will do as I order” Sheppard lets out a low chuckle “you see, I’ve had eyes on that pretty little thing you try to keep hidden”

Graves freezes in place “What the fuck did you just say” his teeth grinding together and his fists clenching. If the General was in this room with him now he’d already be strangling him.

Sheppard scoffed “It would be a damn shame to put a few marks of that pretty face” Sheppard switched his camera off, the picture feed changing to a live video of graves sweetheart sitting on their front porch peacefully “you do what I say and you’ll still have your lover when you get home” Sheppard leans back in his chair satisfied with graves terrified expression “and if you don’t listen to my orders Commander, I’ll give them the courtesy of it being quick and painless”

[b1rds3ye]

Victory Kiss

Turns out Graves gets very passionate when celebrating a successful mission. And when you’re nearby you end up facing the brunt of it.

Pairing: Phillip Graves x GN!Reader

Reader Aliases: Chief

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Pre-MWII

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: Graves kisses reader without prior consent (not malicious but please read at your own discretion)

A/N: Probably OOC Graves but imagining this was too entertaining to me 😋

You’ve gotten used to this.

You’ve gotten used to Graves’ infectious energy after a hard-earned win. He was a natural leader, cunning and brimming with charisma, but carefully restrained as to not be impulsive in high stakes situations. But when the stakes were low - such as times like now - Graves was free to be as expressive as he wished. And as second in command to Shadow Company, required to always stand by his side, you got front tickets to watch it unfold.

Shadow Company had offered unofficial air support in the depths of Kastovia. With every operation the stakes were getting higher and higher. After deploying all ammunition until resources were depleted, it seemed the entire aircraft waited with bated breath as you surveyed the ground through a heads up display. You sensed Graves beside you, his looming shadow gave more contrast to the monochromatic screen. Each pixel flickered from the daylight, the movement of trees and friendlies through the screen setting false flags in your mind.

You pulled back to look at Graves. His face was stern, the muscles in his face taut, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tried to read your neutral expression. You shook your head.

“Confirmed hit, all hostiles eliminated.”

And there it was, like a switch flicked inside of him, you felt a little proud that you were the one who triggered it. Graves slammed his hands on the front console, pushing himself off to stand tall, brimming with energy. He was now adorning that familiar smile, a little wonky but charming all the same. With a heavy arm, he gave you a hefty slap on the back in congratulations, one that would’ve sent your head through the display if you weren’t prepared.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about Shadows, this is how you get the job done!”

The entire atmosphere of the compartment lifted, you wouldn’t be surprised if the aircraft itself increased in elevation. There were sighs of relief, cheers of joy and hugs of a job well done. You never got sick of this sight, it reminded you what you were fighting for, to bring these boys home and secure victory.

It was a familiar sight, but it was comfortingly predictable. You watched with amusement as Graves paced around the room, praising each individual member in a voice so loud it damaged your ears once, then bounced off the walls to hurt your hearing for a second round. Each recruit responded with the signature ‘yup-yup’ and beaming smile. With each comment given, Graves was getting more and more drunk off the adrenaline which after months of observing him, came with some interesting habits of his.

It was fun hearing him swear like a sailor when he usually keeps his language so restrained he could be put on a children’s show.

“I saw your shots Erikson, that was the shit.”

“Vance you saved our fuckin’ asses with that extra fire.”

“Send this mission report to Shepherd and your dads will be back with the milk before you fucking know it!”

You’re pretty sure Graves has no idea what’s coming out of his mouth at this rate and to be fair neither do you nor the rest of the Shadows.

You stifled a snicker as you watched on. He continued with his questionable praise, not even stopping at the aircraft itself to which he gave an encouraging spank to the metal wall, only to recoil his arm when it unmistakably hurt his palm. Even on the other side of the aircraft, you caught snippets of what he said and you were sure the cheerful laughs of the Shadows were out of respect and not because they understood him. Although with an accent and voice like his, he could make a nonsensical string of sounds and you’d be nodding along.

Graves had gone full circle and made his way back to you.

“And to the soldier of the hour.”

He reared his head to you with such a leading force that the rest of his body had a hard time keeping up. His arms swayed from the momentum.

Just like every routine celebration, he planted his hands securely on your shoulders. His face is graced with the same charming smile he’s given you for months. Even under the red lighting of the aircraft he looked nothing short of a budding hero, the blue of his irises shone against the shadows cast over his face.

You expected the praise.

“Beautiful fuckin’ work, Chief.”

What you didn’t expect was the kiss that came straight afterwards.

You didn’t even have time to reply as Graves used his leverage on your shoulders to pull you in, lips crashing against yours. It was chaste, but the sheer strength he had made you sure your lips will bruise. Your mind blanked, adrenaline numbing any potential pains. The whirring of the aircraft’s turbo engines were drowned out, your vision dimming at the edges as all your senses honed in on Graves’ lips pressed into yours. It lasted no more than a single second until he separated from you, lips parting with an exaggerated but unintentional mwah.

“Dunno what I’d do without you,” he breathed out, only for you to hear. He watched you innocently, the skin around his eyes wrinkled in excitement, hands drifting down until they were on your biceps, rubbing your arms affectionately. However, you had to tear your gaze away from him and to the rest of the aircraft.

Graves just kissed you…

… in front of Shadow Company.

Your stomach dropped as you made eye contact with the entire team who now watched the two of you like teens tuning in to the hottest new flick. They were here for the drama, quiet as they waited for your response but smiles of anticipation creeping onto their faces.

“Eyes off, Shadows.”

Graves’ voice returned to its usual commanding tone, as though you were back in the mission. There was the grumble of ‘yup-yup’s’ as the rest of the team made the show of focusing on their stations (but you knew they were still sneaking glances whenever possible). Graves reoriented the two of you until you were against the wall, using himself to obscure the company’s view of you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Graves muttered absentmindedly. He sounded more grounded, but he still needed to catch up on his breath, chest heaving in and out.

“It was a damn clean mission, Graves.”

“I ain’t talkin’ about the mission.”

Graves gives you his signature cocky smirk, waiting for a few moments for you to reply with your usual reassurance. But no thoughts were crossing your mind, instead it was aimlessly swimming in his attention. His arms that latched onto you were getting stronger, fingers tightening and burrowing into the narrow space between your tactical gear and shirt. His pupils were blown out, puppy-like as they searched you. But you couldn’t reply, not when you were drinking him in like he was to you. Your silence started to become overwhelming, crashing against Graves’ confidence and his smile fell, bravado collapsing with it.

“No good?” He faltered, letting his head hang low. He let out a quiet curse under his breath. “You put up with a lot of Shadow bullshit, both from them and me… I got lost in the moment.”

His attention turns to his hands that are on your arms. The pads of his thumbs rub your shirt fabric soothingly before dropping his hands to his sides. He gives you one final reassuring pat on the back, half-hearted and lacking its usual strength.

“I misread us,” he pursed his lips as he reflected, eventually shaking his head and tutting his lips disapprovingly at himself. “This is on me.”

“What?” You force yourself out of your stupor upon noticing Graves’ dejected form. You hurriedly try to pick him up, now you were the one putting your hands on his shoulders. “No, I just- I didn’t expect it. It was a surprise.”

“… you like surprises?” He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes brimming full of hope. You sometimes forget he’s your superior when he dials up his boyish charm.

“If they’re all like that then yes.”

“Then there’s plenty more where that came from, darlin'.”

His smug grin was back in full force, he only allowed himself a split second to memorise your shocked expression before turning away so you couldn’t respond. He rouses the rest of the Shadows up with an authoritative clear of the throat. He stands tall, back to the restrained commander role but not without a hand sneaking up to settle on the small of your back. Even as he assumed his professional role once again, the zeal in his voice was unmatched.

“Excellent work all ‘round boys. Let’s bring this aircraft back home.”

There were affirmative responses all round, but a curious Shadow couldn’t help but poke their head out of their station.

“So, uh, Graves. Are you and Chief a thing now?”

“Speak outta line like that again and you’re on cleanin’ duty for the next month, Sergeant.”

“… yup-yup.”

Call of Duty Masterlist

[thegnomelord]

Sorry for blowing up your inbox, but you've really got my creative juices flowing. So I want to expand on 2 ideas.

No. 1

Shrike Harpy Reader w/ oblivious Graves (bc from my knowledge, he's usually a vampire or regular guy) or Ghost (bc he was human before)

In which Shrike reader is getting progressively more obvious with their advances bc Ghost/Graves don't understand. The particular idea I had was where they think it's some kind of threat or prank. So reader is getting more obvious, and they think that the threat/prank is getting more intense.

That would be hilarious! Obviously, they will either find out or be told about the advances eventually. But the idea that you are courting them and they miss the mark entirely is so funny to me. Especially if their teammates laugh and refuse to tell them the obvious truth.

No. 2

Going off of the spider's sexual dimorphism + a different version of monster au. Pairing spider hybrid reader w/ octopus (cthulhu?) König (if you do reqs for him), where spider reader looks at him and is like:

So you're telling me there's an eight-legged hybrid, approximately five times my size, that could snap my spine like a toothpick, just beyond enemy lines.... Do you need someone to volunteer for a solo recon mission any time soon?

Oh no! My recon mission turned into a hostage situation, how unfortunate. But while I'm here, I should interrogate him... yeah, interrogating is exactly what I'll be doing with this giant tied up man rn....

👑 anon

No, no, anon I'm always so happy reading all the stuff you guys send me! I know next to nothing about Konig except the stuff I've read about him that turns him into a really perverted disgusting degenerate and while I'm not comfortable writing that, I hope one of my mutes picks it up bc it is super cool! I got a dancing with Ghost ask I really wanna do so Graves it is lol

CW:SWF-ish turns suggestive at the end, Graves being oblivious

Graves hates being the butt of the joke.

For the last couple of months he's been getting 'gifts' in the form of chunks of meat stabbed through various knives. It had started a knife being stabbed through burgers and steaks(typical American food), which he couldn't eat, but slowly progressed to rarer and rarer pieces of meat until he wound up finding just raw and bloody chunks of meat; a leg of some large animal turned into a pincushion, a still beating heart stabbed through with a knife, livers shish kebabed on a bayoneted blade. . .

And he'd find them everywhere, in the communal fridge, in his office, in his room. And while he didn't mind the free meal, he was a little unnerved. He knew it was you doing it because he had screened the minds of all his shadow's, but he didn't know why you were doing it.

He can see the way his shadows smirk at you when he finds another bloody organ skewered on your favorited knife in the fridge, your feathers puffing up and a not so quiet chirp escaping your lips when he sneaks the meat away to feast on.

You also become more touchy with him when you notice him accepting your gifts, though he has no idea of it. He trusts you, which is why you're allowed to sneak up on him, your wings spreading out to wrap around him like a cloak as you chirp a "Hello commander."

It makes him jump out of his skin, and though he chastises you about it, it's never as harsh as he could make it, his shadows giving him a knowing look that he can't reciprocate.

That's the worst part. None of his shadows will tell him anything.

He doesn't know much about your species of harpy except for the generalized knowledge of extreme speed and craftiness, so he can't figure out if this is some kind of joke, or threat, or you just seeing him as part of the flock? Or maybe it means nothing? He's especially confused when you grow bolder and one day he walks into his office to see a Bison leg sitting on his desk, once again skewered. Where did you even get the bloody bison? Hell knows but certainly not him.

Eventually a shadow grows annoyed by your constant bloody gifts in the fridge and with a very annoyed huff drops a harpy encyclopedia on his desk.

He'll need to get them a gift basket after this; he spends the next few hours just reading about all kinds of harpies, ears progressively getting hotter as the book delves deep into every aspect of the harpies, each sub-race's specific courting and matting habit and making him feel like he's reading porn.

Then he finds a chapter about your type of harpy, eyes growing wide like dinnerplates as he reads about your quirks. He doesn't know whether to go search for a cross or tissues. He reads more and more, turning pages upon pages, his eyes scorching every anatomical picture into his brain and making him think of what you're packing, his pants growing tight as the minutes tick down.

Just his luck that you'd decided the moment when his face is the hottest to walk into his office without knocking, another skewered offering on a plate in your hands.

"Christ!" He yelps, slamming the book shut and looking at you like you're his parent and caught him looking at a playboy magazine.

You puff up in surprise, your wings spreading out a bit before flattening back to your back, a soothing chirp leaving your lips. It used to mean nothing to him, now he knows what it means, his cock getting a bit harder in his pants.

"You alright commander?" You ask, walking closer, the talons of your feet clicking against the ground.

"Yes, yep, perfectly fine." He grunts, desperately hoping his vampiric state will suppress the heat in his face, but to no avail. "You-" His eyes settle on the plate in your hands, his body practically conditioned to salivate when he sees a familiar knife sticking out of the food.

"I?" You ask, then you note the book on his desk, your head tilting in confusion. "Graves?"

He swallows, eyes darting from the food to you, and he doesn't know which one he's starved for more. "You've been wooing me like a dolly huh?" He asks.

"Yeah." You're unsure of what else to say, in your head, had he not wanted your advances he would have never taken your offerings. Then you realize. "Don't tell me you just noticed." You deadpan.

Graves gives that awkward chuckle you've grown to love, and you decide you need to be bolder. You place the plate on his desk and lean over it, a coo rumbling in your chest— deeper, rougher, seductive.

"How about I show you what I want?"