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mushrubes · 7 months

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Tapping out

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Requested : no

Based on character ai { Phillip Graves by @/Unstable-jester}

Pairing : Phillip Graves x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 657

Content: toxic family, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Everyone was standing in formation, shadows getting tapped out by their family members. You stood untouched, staring at the floor, knowing your family wasn't here and simply forgot you. But, Graves, your commander didn't. He was watching over the group on the side, noticing your missing family. Being him, he couldn't let you stand forgotten. After a few minutes of not knowing what to do, unsure of the protocol for this, he walked over, pulling you into a hug. "Pretty sure I count." he mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around him, head in his chest as you fought the tears threatening to spill. "Shh, you've got family here now." his voice was slightly hushed but his warmth was nice and comforting as he squeezed you tighter. You nuzzled your head into his chest, seeking comfort. He ruffled your hair, kissing the top of your head. It was a sweet gesture. one which seemed natural to him. His kindness was rare, but it was soothing. There was always something between the pair of you, an unspoken tension of feelings. You'd always catch him giving you lingering looks or trying to find a reason to stay behind with you once the group had left.

"Thank you." You whispered, your voice soft and gentle, head still pressed against him. His head turned to look at you but you hid your face in his chest. His hand raised, resting softly on your head. "Mhm." he hummed, caressing your head. "Your brother coming for you?" you asked quietly, knowing he had somewhat of a rocky relationship with him. Your question was met with a soft chuckle as he shook his head. "Can't be bothered to visit me." His tone was light and joking but you picked up on the slight disappointment. Graves didn't dwell on it, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "In the same boat then, huh?" you joked, trying to make light of the situation/

"Somethin' like that." he said, pressing you into him more. A moment of silence settled over before he began speaking again. "Not surprised they didn't make it though. Heard your folks didn't want you to join." his tone was sympathetic, eyes soft as he looked down, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. The words didn't sting, having come to peace with that fact long ago. "Haven't spoken to them since I started training years ago." you admitted, brushing off the memory. "I know what that's like." he whispered, his voice vulnerable. It made sense, given what had happened with your family. He looked down and met your faze, a slight hurt behind his eyes. "I don't talk to mine either."

"We've got each other." you sighed gently, looking up at him with a small smile. His face quickly brightened as he smiled back. "That we do." he responded quietly, holding you close. "You know, I don't think I've ever just hugged you like this before." he confessed, voice sincere. "Should do it more often." you muttered, cheeks heating up. "Yeah?" he responded, sounding more cheerful. "What else should we do more often, hm?" His words were playful, the tension thick in the air. "I can think of a few things." you teased, smirking back at your commander. "Such as...?" he continued, a slightly smug grin on his face. There was a definite chance of something happening at this rate.

"This." you murmured, leaning up slightly, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss as he returned the act with the same fervour and intensity. The tension was now replaced with heat between the two of you as you stayed in the embrace, lips locked in an almost ravenous kiss. The pair of you eventually separated, breathing heavily as your hair was in disarray from the act. Graves ran his fingers through your hair in an almost romantic manner. "Mhm.." he paused, cupping your cheek.

"I suppose we could do that more often after all."

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divinityghoul · 5 months

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Bouquet of Roses

Dad!Philip Graves x Reader

No use of Y/N. Reader is Fem. Daughter’s name is Paige bc I said so and it just seems like the name Philip would pick for his daughter. First time writing a fanfic so be prepared lmfao

Warnings : None!! just fluff

words: 583

You and Philip had been married for the past six years and currently have a five year old daughter named Paige. She looks just like Philip with the exception of your facial features. It doesn’t help though that she’s a daddy’s girl through and through. You’ve never seen a girl love her dad more than Paige does. It’s sweet seeing the big scary military man spoil his princess. And that’s where you are right now.

It was Valentines day and Philip decided to spoil his girls like he always did. He woke up early that morning to run to the store. When he had came back, you had just woke up. You were still in your sleep clothes and were making breakfast. When you heard the door opening, you weren’t expecting to see Philip in the doorway holding two bouquets of roses, along with two black bags. One bouquet was of classic red roses and the other of orange roses. You knew immediately who’s bouquet was who’s. You didn’t have an idea what was in the bags though.

“Good morning darlin’” Philip said sweetly, placing the goodies down on the dining table. Philip sauntered over to you, enveloping you in a warm hug. You could smell the musky cologne that clung to him. You pulled away eventually and looked over at the items on the table. You gave Philip a quizzical look. He smirked, “What? You thought I wasn’t gonna get my girls something on Valentine’s day? Let me guess you forgot didn’t you sugar?” He wasn’t wrong. Caring for a pre-school child had you busy, so naturally you forgot what day it was. He chuckled softly and grabbed the large bouquet of red roses and the small black bag and handed them to you. The roses smelt amazing and you moved to put them in a vase on the kitchen bar table. You then looked in the black bag to find an obviously expensive necklace. You looked back up at him with a shocked expression. “Philip! How much was this?” You asked. He had a habit of spending unreasonable amounts of money of you but could you blame him? He made lots of money from the military and had to use it somehow. Before Philip could respond you could hear the patter of small feet coming. Seems like Paige woke up. You ushered Philip quickly to get her presents and get ready for Paige to come in.

He grabbed the bouquet of orange roses and the small teddy bear from the other black bag and kneeled down on the ground so he’d be level with her. You stood in kitchen, leaning against the bar and watched as your daughter walked in, still drowsy from sleep. But the sight of her father with gifts immediately woke her up and she squealed. She ran as fast as little legs could take her and ran into her dad’s arms. He chuckled and with full hands gave her a tight squeeze. “Good morning sweetheart, look what Daddy’s got you.” He said sweetly showing Paige her gift. She squealed and grabbed the teddy bear hugging it excitedly. She then grabbed the bouquet of flowers in her little hand and sniffed them, giggling as she did so. She gave Philip another hug and said cheerfully, “Thank you daddy!”

“Anytime sweetheart.” Philip gave his baby girl a quick kiss on the cheek, just as you snapped a photo on your phone. That was definitely going as your lock screen.

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sofasoap · 11 months

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Pictures of you

Pairing : John “ Soap ” MacTavish x F!Reader Side of Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mini MacTavish

Summary : The hallway of MacTavish house is dotted with family photos. But there is one that is your favourite. Part 2 of Hello There

This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Part of “ Mini MacTavish verse” , The character is really flatmate of Mini which I gave her the name “Emma” in other fic, but here you can place any name you want here in this fic.

Warning : M rated, passing hint of smut time, flirting. Swearing.

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded

“What ye doing still up bonnie?” You jumped a bit when you heard the husky voice of Johnny from top of the staircase. His strong Scottish accent seeping through with his half asleep mind.

“Johnny, you scared me.” Putting your hand over your chest, trying to calm your rapid beating heart. If you were half sleepy before from pacing up and down the corridor, now you are sure you are fully awake from his unexpected appearance. “Sorry. I heard noises so I thought I should check up on you. But you weren’t in your room.” he apologises as he slowly makes his way down the staircase. “I couldn’t sleep.” Stifling a yawn as you reply, Soap chuckled. “Doesn’t look like it.” Your body was tired, but mentally you were still running high from all the residue excitement from Simon and Mini’s wedding.

While the rest of the Riley family stayed on bit longer at the MacTavish farm for extended holiday, you and Soap had returned to London for work. “Have fun with Johnny!!” Mini winked at you as they sent you off at the airport. That’s when it hit you, for the first time ever, you and Soap will be alone in the house. Without the Mini and Simon hovering around, or having to babysit the Twins. Just the two of you.

He had volunteered to travel back with you when you were helping Mini to organise the wedding and everyone’s flight.

“My duty as the best man is to make sure the maid of honour makes it back home safely.” He winks at you with one of his signature cheeky smiles.

You can see his figure a bit more clearly as he tries to walk around all the packing boxes scattered along the corridor. Mini and Simon had found a new house nearby to move into after the wedding. You decided it might be time for you to move out as well. You don’t want to overstay your welcome. Besides, the reason why you moved in was to help out looking after the twins when Mini and Simon were going through the period of rift before reconciliation. What you didn’t expect as Soap was almost half pleading and half jokingly asking you to stay.

“Who is going to clean and look after the house for me while I am away on duty?” He pouted

You shot him an unimpressive look. “Get a cleaner.”

“Please bonnie. You know how I am with someone I don’t know snooping around the house.” grasping both of your shoulders with his callous hand, desperation sipping through his voice. All the while Mini looked on with a hint of amusement. You turned to face your friend, she just shrugged, letting you make the final decision. In the end you decided to stay on. You just couldn’t resist those damn baby blue eyes. Pleading you like a poor kicked puppy.You didn’t understand why he was so eager for you to stay on. Even promising you the free rent offer before Mini and you first move in still stands.

After his admission during the wedding? Everything becomes clear.

This man is absolutely besotted with you.

Your face starts burning when you realise he is topless and only wearing his lounge pants. You swallowed hard. Get a grip!! You try to tell yourself. It’s not the first time you saw him half naked. You have seen him topless so many times. And each time you cannot stop yourself from ogling at his beautiful chisel chest and abdomen muscles. The corded arms that have circled your waist when you two were sharing the dance with the newly wedded couple. “So you just walk up and down the hallway when you can’t sleep?” Soap mused.

“Trying to tire myself out. Besides, I am looking at the photos.”

Photos you pass by everyday. The hallway is dotted with MacTavish family photos. From photos of Mini and a Pre-teen Soap holding his baby sister for the first time, to Mini’s university graduation photos, first photos of the Riley twins when they were still in ICU. and hiding in the corner, the newly printed photo of Riley family. Simon reluctantly ( as Mini said, he was too shy to admit he was embarrassed) agreed to take a family photo. Mini showing her brilliant smile (MacTavish trait? You wondered. Noticing the similarity between the two siblings when they smile.) The twins both had their hands reaching out towards the side, being distracted by their uncle Soap , trying to make them focus on the camera, and Simon, looking down at Mini, the softness he only shows when he is totally focused on his wife. You love looking at all these photos, the love of family. Give you that warm fuzzy feeling when you are feeling down or stressed and tired from work. Or missing your own family, who is living far away.

and you always land your sight on the photos right at the end of the wall. Your favourite out of all. A photo of young John Campbell MacTavish.

In his SAS No.2 dress uniform, with the unusual serious expression. Piercing blue eyes as if he can see through you.

Subconsciously, you have turned your head away from Soap, staring at the picture you had just thought of in your mind. Reaching out to touch the glass panel on the frame, pointing at the eyes.

“How did this happen?”

“Badge of honour. Or you can say damn good luck from the first deployment.” He reaches out and guides your hand towards his left eyes. You can just feel the slight bump of the scar, but it has faded over time.

Closing his eyes, you can feel him shiver slightly as you run your fingers delicately down the length of the scar. “And this one?” you always notice the little tiny patch around his chin where the beard wouldn’t grow.

“Believe it or not. I have Mini to blame for that.” He chuckled. “Was teaching her how to use a combat knife, and I totally underestimated her swiftness, I dodge out of the way just in time.” Eyes drifting down towards his chest, towards the round bullet wound scar close to his heart.

“..... Was this …” hovering above it, not daring to touch it. As if you are afraid it will provoke the wound. You remember the day you tried hard to comfort Mini, upon receiving the news Soap was critically injured and in coma. From what she and Simon described later on, it was a damn miracle Soap managed to pull through. “Someone must have pulled his soul back into his ass that day.” Simon being Simon, showing the way he cares, with dry humour.

“Mini couldn’t stop crying that day.” You recalled.

“Did you cry for me as well?” He leaned closer, with a slight smirk on his face.

“You wish. I was more heart broken for Mini than for you.” You don’t want to stroke his ego. But in fact, other than feeling sad for your friend, you didn’t expect the news of his injury to hit you so hard. The moment you realise you have more feelings for him than just a crush. You care about him,a lot. Not just as your best friend’s brother.

Sliding your hand lower towards his abdomen, there is a fresh looking scar, extending to the side of his waist. “Lass, if you go any lower than that. I am not sure if I can control myself.” He rested his head against your temple, voice dropped an octave, “ I promised you I will take you out for a date first before doing anything. And I intend to keep that promise.”

You remembered what Mini first said about her brother. “My brother might be a man whore, but he is a very gentlemanly manwhore. He won’t make a move on you unless you say the word.”

Oh the urge of having him right there and then was strong. And you gave into it. Playing with the elastic waistband of his pants, you let out an airy reply into his ear, “What if I give you permission?”

That opens a floodgate. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, you can already feel his hardened arousal as your body is flush against his.

“You don’t know what you are getting yourself into.” “Oh I do know.”

You opened your eyes, looking at the unfamiliar bedsheet. That’s right, you are in Johnny’s bed. Naked, and sore. A very good,satisfying sore, you might add.

But his side of the bed is empty. Still residue of warmth to it, so he must have gotten up not long ago. Propping yourself up into a sitting position trying to recall details from last night after he hauled you over his shoulder like a sack of rice and carried you upstairs, full of purpose.

He made sure you are well satisfied before taking care of his own urge and need. You never had anyone else before that being so caring and thoughtful. They always focus on themselves first, not even concerned if you enjoyed it or not. He treats you like a queen, pouring all his love into every touch and kisses he showered onto you.

Creaking of the door pulls you back from the memory from the night before, you saw Soap pushing the door open with his butt, with a tray of food and coffee and tea in his hands. “Morning bonnie. Had a good sleep?” “Well if someone didn’t keep me up so much last night, I might have?” you stuck your tongue out with a cheeky reply.

“I didn’t hear you complain about it.” Chuckling as he moves closer to the bed and sets the tray in your lap, before pulling out the little tray legs on the side and making sure it is steady before letting go.

“Breakfast in bed? What a great service!” your eyes went wide with choices of food in front of you.

“Consider this as our first date? Even though we are doing it in the wrong order.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Hey. I don’t mind. I was the one that said yes.” patting the space beside you, he slides into bed with you and joins in.

“I don’t know what you feel like this morning.. So..” waving his hand gesturing towards the tray, “ Um, I got tea and coffee, some muffins, pancakes, fruits…oh, if you want cereal, I’ll go grab it from downstairs.”

Is he flustering? Gone was that confident man from last night, now he’s a shy boy trying to impress his date with great effort.

“Thank you Johnny.” You lean into his shoulder. You are quite touched with his thoughtfulness. You don’t want to admit it but you are falling for him even harder now.

“When are you leaving?” You asked while taking a sip of coffee. “Tonight.” putting his muffin on the tray, he smiled down at you sadly. The pang of sorrow hits you.

Is this what Mini feels every time Simon leaves for work? How you hate that feeling. You don’t know how she endured it time and time again. You often see her sobbing silently, after putting the twins to bed, missing her love and not knowing when he will return. IF he will return.

Now you know how she feels.

“When will you be back?” you look down at the mug of coffee in your hand. Whispering.

“Few months. Hey. hey, look at me."He lifts your head up gently by your chin, “ Don’t cry. I’ll keep in contact in between, ya?” you didn’t even realise you were crying until he started wiping your tears away with his thumb, caressing your cheek gently. Leaning down, giving you a soft kiss and leaning his head against yours, “Besides, I need to check up on you every now and then to see the house has been burnt down.”

You let out a sobbing laugh. Trust him to lighten up the atmosphere. “I think you will hear from Simon before you hear from me if I destroy the house. “

“Mmm true. That gossiper.” pulling away slightly, “Come on, eat up before it gets cold. I’ll take you to work later.” He nudges you gently.

As promised, he returned to you months later, slightly scratched but alive and well.

You were standing at the doorway, with an open arm to welcome him home . He was so overwhelmed and caught up by your excitement, for the first time ever, apart from his own family, he had someone to come home to.

He dropped his duffle bag down, grabbing your hand with his, and kneel down and blurted out his declaration of love and proposed to you.

You froze.

So did he. Gaped-mouth. Looks like he didn’t expect himself to do that either.

“I .. I am sorry bonnie. Ah. um. Dont worry about it.” Soap quickly stood up, face and ears totally red after seeing your shock expression. Taking your silence as a rejection he grabbed his bag, shoulders slumped and quickly pushed past you, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

You touch his arm to stop him.

“Yes.” You took a breath in, repeating it in a louder voice. “ YES.”

He spun around, dropping his bag again.

“YES. I will marry you , John Campbell MacTavish.” you repeated again with a firm and convicted tone. You want this. You know deep down he is the one for you. Sweeping you up into his arm with a loud cheer, you screamed loudly as he started spinning you around.

“Let me down Johnny!!” you laughed.

He set you down on the firm ground, but not before peppering you with kisses on your lips and cheek.

“Thank you.” After calming down, he looks at you with his beautiful baby blue eyes, full of love and happiness, voice wavering with emotion.

Oh wait until Mini hears about this……

“So I heard you proposed unexpectedly.”

“Haud ya sheesh. It was planned.”

“English MacTavish. You didn’t have a ring so it was not planned”

“I said shut up. I want her to choose her own ring.”

“ Whatever you say….”

And the shit stirrer gossiper Ghost was quick at work. Everyone knew about it a day after both of them returned to the barrack. Gaz couldn’t stop poking fun at Soap. Price just look at his three pseudo-sons with amusement.

Inspiration? This absolutely brilliant art by @beyondgoodandevil146, The OG Captain Soap MacTavish and Delicious Soap

And the song by The Last Goodnight keeps going around in my brain. So… combine them together? Bam.

Taglist : @kaplerrr @floral-force @homicidal-slvt

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lovelovelovelovelove987654321 · 30 days

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i absolutely loved the neighbor Simon thing you wrote and would love to see it continued, if you’re comfortable of course!

PS this is my first ask to anyone like ever so sorry if it’s weird or wrong

Thank you for my first ask! I'm honored to be your first ask as well!

Neighbors

Part 1 Part 2

Proofread by the lovely @crashtestbunny and @talooolaaloolla

Tw: female reader

A few minutes later, Ghost thought he must be in heaven. If he was dreaming before, then what was this? He didn't know how it happened. Maybe there was some exchange, a few pleasantries? He felt like his brain was utterly scrambled.

You were standing in his kitchen, if one could really even call it that. A stained sink, cracked countertops, and rotting cabinets, along with a gas stove/oven set that almost certainly violated local safety ordinances. Somehow, it seemed better and worse with you there. Better, because it seemed like everything would be infinitely better near you. Worse, because he wished he lived in a perfectly maintained mansion so you wouldn't mind visiting. Staying or a few minutes, a few hours, a few lifetimes.

"Need any help unpacking? Cleaning?"

Your sweet voice shook him from his reverie, brought him back to the situation at hand: You being angelic and him dumbly holding the container of cookies, staring.

"Ah-" He paused. If he said yes, would you think he was telling you he only wanted you as a hire-on maid? No, that was stupid. Neighbors were just friendly. Normal people were friendly. If he said yes, maybe you'd stick around. Maybe he could make you smile brighter. He didn't think he was very funny, but the lads did. Soap. You'd like Soap, he could tell. Maybe he could introduce you two? He didn't really have friends to tell you about. Not that you'd asked about them. Not that you would.

"That'd be nice." He finally responded tonelessly.

"Great! I have cleaning supplies in my flat, I can go get them-" You paused suddenly and Ghost panicked. Had you seen a gun? An assassin? Were you okay? Had he done something wrong?

"-Unless you have some?" You finished.

"...No." He immediately wanted to beat himself up. He was too abrupt, too rude. He should be soft for you, gentle.

And cleaning supplies! Bloody supplies. Of course he should have some. He hated when things were dirty. Wasnt his barrack always spotless? But he hadnt been planning to be here much. Although, now that you were here, maybe he would take a little bit more leave.

Cleaning supplies. He didnt want to inconvinience you, he should have his own. He could go buy some tonight, maybe? Or this afternoon. Or right now. Or-

"I'll go get mine, then. That works better, even. I have very specific taste in scrubbing utensils." You winked at him, then, playfully, and there was laughter hidden just below the surface of your voice.

He could die a happy man right then and there. The wink was so familiar. So happy. He didn't deserve this, it should be ripped away from him. Except- except. Except he had to go buy cleaning products that matched yours so that he could have backups if you ran out. Except he needed to know your favorite color so he would know what new pair of bedsheets to buy. Except he needed to know your favorite food so that he could cook for you, maybe. Except he needed to know your favorite flower so he could give you some.

"Alrigh'" Was his only response. You smiled at him one last time before leaving the room, walking towards the door. He wanted to scream, cry, beg you to please never leave him, never turn your back to him. But you were just leaving to have a reason to come back. You'd be back.

You had to be.

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shaggy-dog12 · 2 months

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🩷Valentine's Care🩷

Phillip Graves x Fem Reader

♡Summary: after weeks of grueling work and missions Phillip finally arrives home late. Even though it's late on Valentine's night, he'll still allow you to spoil him in your own special way to celebrate the holiday of love.♡

(Happy late Valentine's Day! Sadly, I wasn't able to post this on Valentine's Day, but I still wanted to post this. I also have one for Soap I plan on posting.)

(‼️ There is intimate touching in this story and some implications of sex in the end‼️)

(I feel as though this is just a big ol' head-canon written into a fic. But like, come on, it's cute! I feel as though he may hate it but also may love it. I think it's safe to say Phillip likes some type of “king treatment” here and there, so this may just be perfect for him. Also, I think this is perfect for the girls who wish to do skincare of their significant others. 🩷)

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The minute Phillip crossed the threshold to your guy's house, he could hear the soft pitter patter of your feet on the wood flooring. Growing closer, as he looks up from untying his boots he can't help but smile at the sight of you, his other half, happily walking over in one of his warm-up hoodies with his last name on the back he wears to the gym or if he's going on a jog and a pair of sweatpants.

You hastily make it over to him, eagerly pulling him in by the collar of his clean, fresh, white button-up shirt he wore. Pressing kisses all over his face, making sure to pay extra attention to the scar on his cheek that you loved so much. Finally, pressing a much needed kiss to his lips. Phillip hums in satisfaction as he pulls you flush against him, taking in your warmth as he pulls away, burying his nose into the crown of your head, taking in your scent. He'd never admit it to you or the Shadows, but when he was away for missions, he'd always pack up one of your perfumes and pack it around. Spraying it on his pillow, blanket, and cot, he sleeps in. Sprays a little bit of it on himself if he and the Shadows go out to a bar to unwind. He thinks it's a good “lady repellent”, thinking that it's his way of saying, “Hey! I'm spoken for, I have a lovely, beautiful lady waiting for me back at home!”

Phillip is snapped out of his thoughts when you tug on his shirt sleeve, pulling him to your guy's shared bedroom.

His eyes went wide, seeing the condition your shared bedroom was in. Rose petals litter the ground, making a path to the bathroom. Candles stand on the nightstands and your make-up vanity. Giving the room a soft, romantic glow. You guide him to the bathroom, slowly pushing the door open, revealing where the rest of the rose petal path lead to, inside the bathroom the path lead to the bathtub full of bubbles and hot water. Petals sprinkled on top of the bubbles and water, and candles lit around the tub for a soft glow.

Phillip let's out a soft chuckle, looking at the preparation you had to put into this. “You did all of this for me?” Phillip looks in awe. But quickly, his face drops, looking over at you. You can see shame on his face, almost like a puppy getting scolded for chewing up his owner's new pair of slippers. “You did all of this for my sorry ass, and I didn't even get you anything for Valentine's Day..” Though ,truth be told,he didn't have enough time. By the time he had finally landed back in the States, all shops were practically closed. Leaving him no choice but return empty-handed.

But you didn't seem to care. You were just happy to have your husband back, safe and sound. “It's fine, Phillip.” You smile at him. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you trail your hands down to his chest, unbuttoning his white button-up. His toned chest stood out in full glory for you to see. Phillip shrugs the button-up off, allowing it to fall to the ground. He unbuckles his belt, pulling it out of the loops, allowing it to fall to the ground just like his shirt. His jeans soon follow, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Now this just ain't fair, darlin.” Phillip chuckles as he grabs you by your waist, pulling you in “I'm almost stark-naked, while you're still fully dressed. Let me help you out of the clothes.”

You lift up your arms, allowing Phillip to pull your blouse off. He places your blouse down, caressing your collarbones. He leans down, pressing kisses to your neck as he reaches behind you, undoing your bra, allowing it to fall from the ground. He pulls away from your neck, looking down at your breasts as he slowly runs a hand down your sternum, reaching to cup one of your breasts as he leans into, pressing a needy kiss to your lips as the other hand tugs at your pants, pulling them down and allowing them to pool around your feet. You step out, leaving you and him only in your guy's underwear. Phillip, as reluctant as he was, stops and pulls away. Being the first one to lose his underwear. He steps into the hot water that fills the tub, sinking into the water and groaning, looking at you, waiting. You take off your panties and get in, Phillip places a hand on your waist, leading you to sit on his lap, facing him.

You both sit there, relaxing in one another's presence. Leaning back, you massage Phillip’s shoulders. A soft hum of approval came from him as he leaned back, resting his back against the tub. You feel his muscles flex underneath your hands, the knots of stress and hard labor coming undone as you knead. Working your way up, you massage his neck, hearing him sigh, muttering in his sweet Texan accent. Phillip subconsciously starts to grip onto your hips, slowly kneading and massaging. Last but not least, his temples. Putting just the right amount of pressure turns him into putty, almost completely going under water if it weren't for you keeping him up right.

Leaning into your touch Phillip opens his eyes, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, kissing your nose, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, giving him a lopsided grin that was plastered on his face.

Phillip helps you out of the tub, drying you off with the towel. You do the same for him. You both walk into the bedroom, putting on lounge clothes as you pull Phillip to sit on your vanity chair, you standing in front of him as you smile down at him. First, starting with his eyebrows, they need to be trimmed and cleaned up around the edges. You grab the eyebrow razor, gently cupping his jaw, making sure that he doesn't move away as you shave away the wild hairs starting to form around his eyebrows. Next, a face mask. You grab your headband, putting it on his head, making sure none of the face mask gets in his hair. You grab a moisturizing sheet mask, plopping it on his face as he peeks out one of the eye holes. “How long will this one take, hun?” You turn away from him, dabbing some lavender essential oils on your hands. “About, 5 minutes, which gives me the perfect amount of time to put this oil on you.”

You start with his neck, massaging the oil on his neck, the lavender smell already affecting him as he takes a deep breath in, allowing the lavender to take effect on him. Next, his shoulders, you dab more onto your hands, running your hands up his shirt as you massage his shoulders once more, slowly working your way down to his pectorals and then torso. You finish just in time as the timer goes off, saying the five minutes is up. Peeling the sheet mask of Phillip’s face, you rub in any of the remaining moisture. His skin feels a lot more hydrated and softer. You grab for your jade roller, rolling it delicately up his neck, cheekbones, forehead, jaw, and under the eyes.

Last but not least, the eye and lip masks, you grab the cooling masks, slipping the masks under his eyes and on his lips. Snickering and grabbing your phone, you take a picture of the now pouting commander. “Not gonna be able to kiss ya now, darlin..” He mutters out as best as he can due to the lip mask. You giggle and press a kiss to the top of his head. Allowing a few minutes to pass before you take off the gel masks. Phillip kisses your lips, finally freed from the lip mask, giving him free reign of your lips, hungrily kissing at them as he lifts you up, carrying you to your guy's shared bed, setting you down on the edge of the bed. “After a little while of thinkin.. I have the perfect Valentine's gift for you. Think of it as my way of thanking you for all of this.” He slowly slides off your sweatpants, kneeling in-between your thighs, spreading them a little further.

You squirm in protest as he taps your thigh. “Phill..you're gonna ruin all that work I just did!” Phillip looks up at you, his pretty eyes half lidded as he kisses your thighs, getting closer and closer to your pussy.

“Just skincare darlin, no harm gonna come to it. Besides, we can always redo it..”

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#cod mw2 #phillip graves #cod x reader #call of duty #graves cod #graves call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x female reader #cod mwii

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deunmiu-dessie · 29 days

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pillow princess!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” pillow princess!reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. pillow princess!reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

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bitten-fruit · 3 months

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Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

#bet simon knows how to apologise to you #spoilers it involves his tongue #cod fic #cod smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x reader #call of duty smut

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Some cute, maybe slightly spicy, slow dances with Task Force 141?

Cute and spicy is my middle name. Well actually its not, its much cuter.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, slow dancing, size difference, flirting

A/N: Slow dancing is the only kind of dancing I like doing.

Simon is really awkward when slow dancing because of the height difference between you two. Your face is almost always to his chest, you can hear how hard his heart is beating while he's stumbling around clumsily, trying not to steep on your feet while also listening to the music and trying to look cool.

John is a big fan of all kinds of dances really, especially ones that let him be close to you. Slow dancing? Sign him up any day. Having you this close, pressed up against him and your lips just a head tilt away from his, your laugh all cute when you look at him as he dips you down and then back up.

Kyle knows how to dance but he hasn't had much opportunity lately so he's a little bit rusty these days. You'll have to forgive any mistakes he makes but its a really good idea as far as he's concerned. He gets to get close and throw all of his new pick up lines at you and this time you can't run away from them because the dancing was your idea.

Price isn't that big of a fan of dancing but only because he's no good it at all. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, how to move along with the music or if he should hum or not. He's so stiff when it first starts that it takes you a lot of talking and kissing to get him to the point where he can press his body against yours and dance.

#cod x reader #mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #captain john price x reader #cod headcanons #cod imagine #call of duty x reader #cod fluff #call of duty fluff #mw2 x you #mw2 imagine #mw2 headcanons #mw2 fluff #cod x female reader #call of duty x female reader

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rileyslibrary · 3 months

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After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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