#graves x y/n

[miniwheat77]

Crimson. (Graves x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, stepcest, unprotected sex, choking, alcohol, drinking, no minors! NOT EDITED

Phillip gets drunk and mistakes you for your mom.

You weren’t super close with your mom or her new husband, but you had no choice.

You were going to college and since your rent had gotten raised, you had no choice but to stay with them. It was only for a year, until you were finished with school. You knew it wouldn’t be forever.

The first few months were alright, it was awkward because of course Phillip would try to play dad. He was a little overbearing and irritating considering your mom wasn’t a super active parent anyways. So when he wanted to have family dinners and wanted movie nights with the three of you, it got weird. Nevertheless, you put up with it. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t your dad, that he didn’t have to try to do things your father never did. Sometimes when he was a little too harsh, your mom had to remind him that he wasn’t your dad and to take things easy because of how your dad had treated you before he left.

You noticed pretty quickly that something was up between your mom and him, and you figured out pretty quickly what was going on, that she was seeing someone else. You didn’t say anything to him because it’s not your business but even you’d caught her in lies about where she was going. She was gone on business trips all of the time, but her phone location never moved from the town you lived in. It was suspicious but he didn’t suspect anything, it wasn’t your business.

You only had a few months left and than you’d never have to deal with this again, you can do anything for a few months.

At least that’s what you try to tell yourself.

You’re sitting on the living room couch, resting your head on your hand and flipping through channels on the TV, trying to find something to watch. Your mom is out helping your grandma, or so she said. You called your grandma to ask how things were going.

She said your mom wasn’t with her.

It was funny that she was such a sloppy liar and Phillip never noticed. You didn’t know if he was oblivious or just plain stupid.

Phillip was out with his friends from work, he said he’d be out at the bar for a while and “not to wait up for him” not that you would but he was trying to be funny. He got a lot of eye rolls out of you, that was pretty much it. He tried really hard to make you laugh and see you smile but he never got it.

Your eyelids are getting heavy and the sound of TV starts to get drowned out until you hear keys rattling outside the door. You hear them hit the ground immediately after. A faint ‘shit’ coming from the other side of the door. You snort, standing up. You open up the door for him, seeing a smile on his lips. “Hey baby, sorry.” He’s slurring his words, clearly drunk. “Uh.. did.. did you drive home?” You ask him, trying to look passed him.

“No- course not honey, I’m not that dumb.” He laughs, pushing you back. You look confused as he’s touching you, why is he touching you?

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get home so late.” He laughs. You try to create some distance between the two of you but he’s still pushing you back slightly. “Been thinking about you all night- missed you.” You laugh awkwardly, trying to push him back. “I think you’re drunk, maybe you should get some-“ a gasp leaves your lips as he forces you back onto the couch. “No, I mean I really missed you.” His smile is gone now, he’s nudging your cheek with his nose, forcing himself between your legs. “Wait- Phillip- I’m not“ he starts to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at your skin. Your lips part slightly and you want to push him off.

You really want to.

Your heart thumps in your chest, he reaches for the zipper on his jeans. Your words get caught in your throat. Why are you letting him do this? He grinds himself into you, sloppily kissing along your jaw.

He pushes your shorts to the side and before you can protest anymore, he’s inside of you.

His thrusts are sloppy and he’s a little rough. You don’t make much noise besides pants and whines. Never making another move to stop him even when you know you should. You know this is wrong. Before you can stop him, he’s finishing inside of you with a groan. He moves off of you, mumbling something else but you don’t catch it. He just barely gets his jeans back on before he’s passing out. You stare at him, lips parted, eyes wide. What the hell just happened?

You stand up, trying to create some distance between you. You just had sex with him. Your step dad.

You turn away, rushing up the stairs in a hurry. The burn of his skin on yours. The feel of him inside of you, it throws you into another world. You shouldn’t have liked it.

What’s wrong with you.

—

“I uh.. don’t remember much from last night. But I had a good time with you.” He smirks at your mom. She reaches for her keys. She laughs. “What are you talking about? I was at my moms house helping her clean things up. That’s why you went to the bar in the first place, remember?” She laughs, taking a drink of her coffee. He looks confused for just a second.

“Oh hey Y/N. Didn’t see you standing there.” She smiles. He freezes. It clicks in his brain what might’ve happened. Turning to look at you. He sees it in your eyes, seeing you avoid his eye contact. It only confirms his suspicions. “I have to go to class now.” You mumble, turning and hurrying away. “Have a good day honey.” Your mom calls. “I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” She says bye to him before leaving along with you. Fear courses through him. What the hell happened?

He has no choice but to wait for you to get out of class, deciding to watch tv on the couch. He’s eyeing his watch as the seconds tick by, it feels like forever. Every hour that passes, he’s looking at his watch.

Finally, he hears the handle being unlocked, you open up the door. Your eyes widen slightly when you see him and he stands up. You think of an excuse, you forgot what?

“Don’t.” He sighs. He can see you’re looking for an escape. You swallow hard.

He turns the tv off, tossing the remote down onto the couch and crosses his arms. You step inside, closing the door skeptically behind you.

“What happened last night?” He asks. He sees you swallow hard, avoiding his gaze. “I.. I was watching tv when you came home.” You stare off, fiddling with your backpack strings. “I think..” you gulp again. “Think you thought I was my mom.” Your voice is quiet.

“Did I…” he starts but stops himself, clenching his eyes shut.

“Did I force myself on you?” He takes a step toward you.

You swallow hard. Looking down. He did, but you made no effort to stop him, and you fucking liked it. You try to shake away the voice in your head. You feel guilty. His stomach falls at your silence. He doesn’t remember much but he remembers being inside of something… inside of you.

“Y/N.. I’m so sorry.” He breathes. He takes a step toward you, seeing the way you try to take a step back but the door is there. “I… how can I make this up to you? I.. I swear I would never hurt you like that. I was drunk.” He tries to plead with you. “I know.. I know you wouldn’t so just.. forget about it okay? It was a mistake, just… forget it.”

He sighs. How is he supposed to just forget about forcing himself on his step daughter?

You break away from the door and make your way for your room, he lets you go even though he knows he shouldn’t.

He returns to his spot on the couch and sighs. Putting his face in his hands. He closes his eyes and rests for a second, his mind moves at a mile a minute.

A memory breaks through the darkness, and he hears moans. The memories from the night before seeming to flood his mind. His hips thrusting into you, the squeals and whines you were letting out.

His eyes snap open and all at once he remembers everything.

He hesitates, feeling heat pool in his lower stomach. He glides his hand over his growing erection. He shouldn’t be feeling this way over you. He needs to just forget about it like you said.

—

It’s been weeks.

He’s tried to forget about it but around every corner, he’s craving what he felt with you. He’s been distant toward your mom but he doesn’t think she’s even noticed. She’s always been so busy with her job. He knows you still feel something. When he touches you by accident it sends chills up your spine, cheeks warming up and you’re drawing away from him in a hurry.

“Hey. So.. I was thinking.”

Your mom speaks up at dinner. “Since I’ll be gone for work this weekend, maybe the two of you should do something together.” You swallow hard, looking up from your plate at her. “Like what?”

She laughs. “Y/N, come on. At least try okay? And I don’t know. Maybe go to the movies or.. bowling or something.”

“Uh.. yeah. I’m sure we can find something to do.” He tries to laugh his nervousness off. He notices the way you seem to shut down, staring off into space as you try to finish your dinner. You’re thinking about it.

He’s thinking about it too.

You eventually excuse yourself from the table and it’s got him thinking, what on earth can the two of you do this weekend? Your mom will want pictures of course.

The moment she’s gone, that same heat is pooling in his groin. He thinks about you and how you felt around him, what little he remembers. He hates that he had you drunk, because now all he wants is you while sober. He’s frustrated. He goes to find you. It’s still early, you might not be awake just yet. He knocks at your door, to his surprise, you answer. You open the door but take a step back when you see it’s him. “Did you think anymore about what you want to do this weekend?” He asks. You shake your head. “I.. no. There’s not much to do here.” You avoid his gaze. He chews on his lip.

“I can take you shopping.”

You shake your head. “All my money is going into school right now, I can’t.”

He laughs. “Why would I invite you if I expected you to pay?”

“What? No- no. I don’t want you to do that.”

“I.. look. Just let me do it alright? As an apology.”

You freeze up. “That sounded so much worse than I intended it. I don’t want to buy your silence, I-“ he sighs. “It’s fine, but you don’t owe me anything.”

“Well.. let’s go find you some stuff for school, how about that?” You nod your head, agreeing with anything he says. “Alright- fine.” You nod. “Great, get dressed and than we’ll go.”

He disappears down the hallway, you close the door. You’re so frustrated.

He’s so caring and so handsome and your mom is out fucking around making a fool of herself when she’s got a guy like him at home. You’ve never met a bigger moron. You sigh, hurrying to get dressed, really you just want this over with.

You don’t know why you put makeup on, why you perfect it, or why you put nice clothes. It’s just your step-dad.

Who you already screwed once.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. Your brain is a fucking curse lately, it won’t let it go.

He was drunk, he wasn’t thinking right. That’s it.

You make your way downstairs, the nerves set in and your hands are sweaty. He’s got jeans on, a dark blue long sleeve shirt. It squeezes his form in the most perfect ways. What the hell were you thinking agreeing to this? He’s just finished tying his boots when you take a step off the bottom stair. “Ready?”

You nod your head. Still avoiding his gaze.

He leads you to his truck and you climb into the passenger seat.

His truck even smells like him and it’s clean inside. He’s fucking intoxicating. You want to scream at how perfect he seems. How the fuck is she doing this to him? You looked at her location just before you came down the stairs and she’s at his fucking house again.

You seem to curl into yourself, turning your knees toward your door.

“You know.. we’re going to have to talk about it at some point… right?” He mumbles. “Yeah, but let’s not do that today.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m not some fragile vase that’s gonna fall apart.”

“I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

You snort.

“Y/N. Please. Just listen to me alright? I’m sorry.”

“It’s not like you took advantage of me, you were drunk. Just drop it.”

“Y/N, I forced myself on you, there’s not much of a difference there.”

You laugh. “Yeah, aside from the fact that I barely tried to stop you.”

The words have left your mouth before you can control it. Your eyes widen. “What?”

You stay quiet.

“I don’t think I… I don’t understand.” He breathes.

“I could’ve pushed you off of me. I could’ve fought harder. But I didn’t. I let you fuck me.”

His blood is running cold in his veins. You haven’t even left the driveway yet. He swallows hard at your admission. “I know it was wrong of me and I’m trying to forget about it. I don’t know what I was thinking. You came onto me and I didn’t know what to do.” He hasn’t even started his truck yet but he doesn’t think either of you are going to be making it to the store today. “Is that why you didn’t tell your mom?” He asks. “What? No.” You mumble. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because then she’d get to feel like the victim and she’s not innocent here either.” You don’t know why you’re going to tell him. You’re going to ruin their marriage and they’re both going to hate your guts but you can’t live like this anymore.

“What are you saying?”

“Phillip I know you’re not this dumb. She’s fucking someone else.” He freezes up.

He actually had no idea.

“When she says she’s going out of town or going to help my grandma out, she’s lying. I mean for fucks sake, she’s at his house right now.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because she’s lying. I have her location, you don’t?” He shakes his head. “Look.” You hand him your phone. He sees it, and what drives this entire situation home, is that he knows whose house it is. A coworker of hers. A guy. He laughs. He should care more than he does but he just doesn’t. He gives you your phone back. “I’m not gonna lie I expected you to be more sad.” He sits there for a second. He looks angry.

He starts the truck, throwing the column shifter into reverse. He throws his right arm up onto your headrest and spins around, looking out the back window and speeding out of the driveway. You hold onto the seat. He’s pissed. Once he’s out onto the road, he throws it into drive and speeds down the road. “What are you gonna do?”

He laughs. “Think you’ll find out soon enough.”

The house is only a couple blocks over and he reaches it quickly, pulling into the driveway, making sure to spin his tires in the gravel. Once he’s done that, it doesn’t take long for your mom and the man you assume she’s been sleeping with emerge out into the front porch. Phillip stands just to the left of his truck, arms crossed. He takes a couple steps forward and you climb out of the passenger seat too. Feet landing in the gravel. “So.. this is where you work?” Phillip laughs. Your mom is dead silent. “What are you guys doing here?” She’s clearly caught. “Ah, father daughter bonding. Maybe bowling. The movies. How to catch a cheater.” He swallows hard. “Y/N. Maybe you should go.” Your mom mumbles. “You shouldn’t see this.” Phillip laughs, shaking his head. “She’s fine, I’ll give her a ride when I’m done.”

“Phillip can we just talk? Alone?” Crocodile tears stream from her eyes. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt. Me and Y/N are going to find something to do. And I hope your stuff will be out of my house by the time we’re back. Y/N is more than welcome to stay with me until she’s done with school, but you and I are done.” He shakes his head. Climbing back into his truck. “Y/N. Are you going to go with him?” She asks in disbelief. You shake your head. “Being with my dad taught you nothing.” You mumble. She almost misses it. “Y/N.” She calls. You ignore her, climbing back into the truck as well. He pulls out of the driveway, heading back down the road.

When he pulls back into your house, you wait until he makes the first move. “You alright?”

He nods his head. “I’m great. Honestly, I haven’t been paying that much mind to anything with her since you’ve been around.” He chuckles.

“I thought you would take this harder.”

He shakes his head, surprised by the eye contact you’re finally making with him. “Nah, not gonna lie I haven’t thought about anything but that fucking pussy since I’ve been inside of it.”

Your lips part in surprise. “And I know I came inside you, tell me. Did you buy something for that? Hm?” You swallow hard. “I’m on something.” You mumble. Turning your head to the passenger window. “Yeah? Thought maybe since you’re a bad girl you went up to your room and fucked my cum deeper into that pussy.” You clench your eyes closed, why is he doing this? Is this his revenge?

“Cat got your tongue now? You’re not scared are you? I sure hope not.” He scoffs, laughing. “Didn’t even try to stop me.” He mumbles.

“Come here.”

You turn to look at him quickly. “What?”

“Sit in my lap.”

“No- I-“

He reaches across the center console, placing a hand on your thigh. “Fucking me isn’t going to help you get revenge.”

He laughs. “I don’t care about revenge. These last few weeks I’ve done nothing but regret what I did, I felt like a complete asshole for coming onto you like I did. But you liked it.” He clicks his tongue. He scoots all the way over and props himself up, grasping your hips and forcing you into his lap, straddling his legs. “And maybe now I won’t feel so guilty for wanting more…” he rakes your body with his eyes, slowly moving them up until he makes eye contact with you. “I don’t remember very much, but I remember how good you felt. How tight you were. Haven’t thought about anything else but you squirming while I give you more.” He grasps your hips and you can’t help it, moving them back and forth into him. The way he talks to you- it’s too much.

“I.. you’re not doing this with me just because you’re mad at her, right?” He can see that you’re nervous. “No sweetheart. Trust me, been holding myself back for a while now.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He reaches for his zipper once more, tugging his cock through the hole. He glides his hand up his cock, rubbing his thumb over the fat tip. You swallow hard.

He’s stone cold sober now, and you’re more nervous than ever.

Thank god his windows are tinted like this.

“You want to feel me?” He mumbles. His eyes are dark, full of lust. You mind your head. “Here.” He reaches for your pants, helping you get at least one leg out of them, tugging your panties to the side like he’d done to your shorts a couple weeks ago. “S’alright. Nothing to be nervous about.” He mumbles. Raising you up so that you could line him up with your entrance. “I know I didn’t treat you right before. Don’t think I even made you cum..” he laughs. “So selfish of me, I’ll make it up to you.” He leans in, attacking your neck. Feeling him on you, inside of you. You tilt your head back as you sink further and further down into him, until your thighs relax and give out as he fills you up. They shiver slightly but as he forces you to rock back and forth you sit up. You keep your head tilted back as you raise yourself up, then back down. Picking up the speed as you ride him.

“Oh fuck-“ he breathes. You clutch the seat, moving your hips back and forth on his. His eyes are dark and glossy as he watches you, you’re not looking at him so you don’t see the admiration he has for you, but it’s there. His eyes flash to your chest and he pushes your shirt up over your breasts, tugging your bra down and tugging one of your nipples between his lips, sucking at it. You shake on him, the pleasure he’s giving you is unmatched. “Fuck.. oh fuck.” You whine. You’re panting above him. “Fuck baby, get in the back.” He mumbles.

You slide off of him and he groans out, you climb over the center console and into the back seat. He follows quickly. You lay back on the seat and he moves himself between your legs. Feeling him there again is foreign. Something you never saw happening ever again. He slides back inside of you, his cock parting your folds and filling you up.

He looks down at you, that same look in his eyes. You can’t deny the passion the both of you share. He grips your thighs as he starts thrusting inside of you at a bruising pace. “You look so good underneath me.” He breathes. He raises up one of your legs, lining kisses along your calf. You close your eyes relishing in the pleasure he’s giving you. Feeling chills rise on every inch of your skin. You never realized just how fit he was, he always tried to be modest around you. Always wearing a shirt and shorts while you’re around. His stomach is toned and his arms are big and muscular. No wonder he can move you with so much ease. You clench your eyes shut, panting out. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter, about to unravel. The closer you get, the more uncontrollable your moans become. He knows you’re almost there. Your thighs shiver as he fucks you, deep and hard. You didn’t know what you could be missing out on, but he’s showing you.

He glides his hand over your bare stomach, shirt still pulled up. “Such a good girl for me.” He growls. His hand moves further and further up, his hand resting on your throat. He rests it there but doesn’t put much pressure there. “You trust me?” He asks. You nod your head. “Don’t freak out, m’gonna make you feel really good.” He applies pressure to your throat, and your eyes widen just slightly, apprehension apparent in your gaze. But you don’t stop him. You bring your hand up to rest on his wrist and look up at him. Your eyes are glossed over like his. He applies more and more pressure until you close your eyes. Skin flushing crimson. He applies just enough pressure, sending you somewhere else.

He lowers his other hand, thumbing your clit. Your lips part, and when you cum, your entire body shakes and convulses but he keeps his hand there. Cutting off your oxygen. Only when your high is ridden out does he let go, hearing you suck in a harsh breath of air. You’re panting, breathing in the air like it’s limited. One more thrust from him and he’s hissing out, hips bucking into you. You cry out at the overstimulation, but he relaxes his hips, resting his forehead on your chest. You look up at the ceiling of his truck, eyes wide. You have never cum that hard in your life.

He rests for a minute, regaining his breath and you do the same. You’ll for sure have bruises around your throat but you think you’ll like to see them the following day.

“Sorry if I was too rough.” He finally draws away from you. You blush, looking down. “No… no you weren’t I liked it.” You breathe.

“Still got the whole day ahead of us. Still got time to go to the mall.” He shrugs. A smile on his lips. “You don’t have to buy me stuff.”

He laughs. “You look like you haven’t had new shoes in ages Y/N. Let me take care of you.”

“You know you have no obligation like that to me.. you don’t have to do that.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have to do anything, but I want to do this.”

“Can I at least get cleaned up first?” You blush. He shakes his head. “No. I like the thought of you walking around with my cum dripping down your legs.” He smirks.

“Jesus Christ.” You mumble. “I’m kidding, yeah. I’ve got to get new locks anyways. I meant what I said though.” He stops you just as you’re about to get out of his truck. “I want you to stay here, with me. You just got used to me, no reason you should have to go and get used to some other guy, alright?” You nod your head. “Thank you Phillip.” You smile. He grasps your chin, forcing you to look up at him, leaning into you. He presses his lips to yours, something he realizes he hasn’t done just yet.

When he finally lets you go, he watches you as you walk up the front porch.

He’s going to have to deal with your mom later, but that price is right for you. You’re a good girl and he can take good care of you, despite your age gap.

You’re his now. Wether your mom likes it or not.

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 smut #phillip graves #graves x y/n #graves smut #graves cod #graves x reader

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Pairing: Husband!Phillip Graves x F!reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings/tags: mdni. SMUT, porn w/o plot, fingering, riding, unprotected sex (p in v), no use of Y/N

"Love?" You ask softly, voice barely heard above the buzz of the TV. The side of your body rests on the doorframe, watching your husband's lost in thought expression as different colored lights flash on his face.

He's startled out of thought, not expecting you to be up so late. His eyes find your darkened figure and all he can give you is a tired smile.

"Can't sleep" his hand reaches for the remote and lowers the, already low, volume a little more "Didn't mean to wake you"

"No, just-" you start to explain, letting him know it wasn't his doing. Your arms hug your waist in an attempt to warm yourself, Phillip's flimsy shirt didn't serve as enough coverage when out of bed "Woke up and you weren't there"

"Sorry, darlin'" he replies with an apologetic frown. As his eyes adapt to the darkness, he notices your state: barely dressed; with only his shirt and, probably he thought, panties. His eyes traveled down your naked legs, stopping at the sight of your sockless feet changing weight, attempting not to freeze against the cold hardwood. "Come 'ere" he says as his arms raise, ready to welcome you in their embrace.

Pat-pat-pat is heard as your naked feet step on the floor, you quickly make your way to your husband's lap. You giggle at the action, the short sprint and jumping into Phillip's arms, his reclining chair rocking back and forth; and you're not sure if you kneed his thigh or if it was just the chair, but he didn't seem to care. He smiles and chuckles, the constant I love her thought never leaving his head.

You look at him as you settle on his lap, straddling his thighs– you secretly hope he doesn't notice the lack of underwear. His warm hands rest on your lower back.

"Wanna talk about it?" you ask, hoping the reason wasn't nightmares or worse, his own conscious mind.

He shakes his head, "No, not really". And you know he feels bad for denying you his worries, but there's things you simply should never know about, and you respect it.

"Hm" you hum, warm and sleepy but still aware. Your hands move along his arms and linger on his shoulders. Eyes locked on his, you lean and gently place a kiss on his forehead; sweet but not quite what Phillip wants.

One of his brows raise, questioning, you are barely able to notice it in the darkness of the room, TV lights covered by your form, but you pay it no mind. Your tongue swiftly swipes over your lip, a habit. Hands moving again, they creep over his neck until reaching his face, your thumbs caress his cheeks lovingly. You lean again, lips landing on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey..."

"... What?" You ask in a whisper, feigning ignorance. Your lips morph into a smile at his caution.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" He asks half jokingly, a smile of his own appearing on his face, enjoying thoroughly the gentle caress– the attention.

"Perhaps?" Caught in your intentions, you huff a tiny laugh but continue your ministrations, quickly leaning in and kissing the tip of his nose.

"Ah-" If you weren't as familiar as you are with how noisy your husband can be, you would've thought he sighed, almost frustrated; a protest. But you know better. A sweet, tiny moan, filled with expectation. It let's you know you're doing the right thing; arousing him, railing him up.

You watch his reaction carefully, noticing how his hips shift, how his breathing deepens, how his fingers dig a little deeper into your back. "You like that?" You ask breathy, teasingly, but he doesn't respond. The excitement palpable. Your gaze darts between his pretty eyes and his lips, but as tempted as you might be, you stick to your plan.

You swallow and lean in, lips dangerously close to his as you try to keep your cool. You get so close Phillip wonders if he's imagining the sensation of your lips in his, but he doesn't move, doesn't chase. Your mean lips land directly over his cupid's bow and you hear his breath hitches, hands desperately trying to pull you even closer.

If you were to be wearing panties, you are positively sure they'd be soaked.

You almost miss the breathless God that falls from Phillip's mouth, but the sound makes you so needy that you have to fight a protesting whimper against your own actions. Even if this was your idea, sometimes it surprises you just how strong your lust for your husband can be.

Bracing yourself, you strike again, kissing the corner of his mouth. You could feel the pace of his racing heart while your chests were flushed, he knew what you were doing and he was so turned on by it. He shifted on his seat again, this time with purpose– bucking his hips into yours to get any friction he could against your crotch. No panties he concludes, but the thought is quickly replaced by the angelic sound of a mewl; soft, needy, perfect.

You were so, so close.

"Please" he begs in a murmur, whining.

You close your eyes suddenly, his simple word like a thunder coursing through your body and lighting your cunt on fire. "Next one‐" you start between deep, heavy breaths, "This one's gonna be on the lips, hm?" You warn, expectation high.

He nods firmly as his eyes fight not to close. You move your hands to his neck, thumbs gently following the line of his jawbone while the rest of your fingers thread themselves with the hair of his nape, you were doing everything you could to put him more and more on edge. He groans at the feeling of your delicate fingers.

"Stay still for me, yes?" Your words no more than a whisper, reason no other than to drag this moment just a bit longer. But you knew it was a dumb request, in Phillip's mind there was nothing else than pure compliance– he was giving up control. It was far from a rare occurrence; Phillip leaving the situation in your hands to lead you both to play with pleasure in a slightly different way he would. So, he just waits and listens until you take what's rightfully yours.

The muscles on your thighs tense as you lift yourself off his lap, not much, but enough to look at your husband's face from above. You tilt his head upward and inhale deeply, cruelly taking your sweet time until you hear a, barely there, moan. You notice how his lips part in anticipation, his eyes unable to stay focused on one thing.

You dive in. Lips meeting his on a crashing kiss, wet and messy and so desperate. You moan into the kiss almost immediately, basking on the sensation and the taste of the lips you so much craved. Your arms hug around his neck as you sit directly over his growing, aching cock. You let your tongue venture into his mouth and you feel his heavy hands kneed the flesh of your ass, pushing your hips impossibly closer. You can feel how his chest rises and falls and you suddenly notice how you aren't even breathing, too engrossed to prioritize your own oxygen.

After a couple of seconds, you unwillingly start to pull away. Panting, you gently bite his lower lip and open your eyes to the fucked up expression of your husband– pupils blown, reddened lips. There's no words for a moment, no movement aside from the heavy breathing, the both of you silently processing what just happened. But you're not finished yet.

A sharp inhale breaks the trance, "What do you want, love?" You ask with urgency, "Hm?". You keep talking before he can even start to open his mouth "Want me to tire you out? To help you sleep?".

A long groan scapes Phillip's lips as he finds the strength to respond, a pathetic mumble of "I- I want" that you don't entertain. You cut him off, frowning while nodding in understanding; a condescending expression. But you are well aware of his needs– "Oh, I know baby" you reassure, "I'll take care of you, hm? That's what good wives do".

Your words make desire spark in Phillip's body, a proud smirk spread over his face at the mention of wife. Such an easy-to-please partner, the mere remembrance of your relationship status enough to put him in a good mood. You dive in again, peck after peck over his soft lips, working as a distraction while your hands travel down his toned torso, swiftly finding the strings of his sweatpants and untying it– fingers dive past his boxer's waistband freeing his pretty cock. An amused hum leaves your mouth at the sight, one you could never get tired of. Phillip's mouth falls open as you work languid strokes on him, still delivering sweet little kisses; peppering from his lips down to his jaw and neck, showing your reverence to every inch of skin available until you hear your husband moan, long and sweet. As much as you would love to make him cum here and now, you can't let him have fun alone– your hand stops abruptly and you nearly chuckle at the objecting groan that left Phillip's throat. "Sorry baby" you coo at him, but quickly explain your action by sitting back and hastily grabbing the hem of your – his – shirt, undressing and throwing it to the side.

His hands wander all over your body, marveling over the now naked skin; eyes shamelessly glued to your chest. He pulls you closer to him, his lips landing between your tits, aiming to start working your nipples with his experienced tongue, just how you like it. But you don't let him, not now. Your hands gently push him back against his chair and he looks at you like a kicked puppy– How dare you not let him suck your tits?

Your fingers wrap around the flesh of his wrist, ripping his hand off your hip and guiding it sensually up your torso. He looks mesmerized as you take two of his digits into your mouth, wetting them with saliva even though you're sure you don't need extra lubrication– your slick covered cunt more than ready to receive attention. You smirk mischievously as you take them out of your mouth with a lewd pop and he moans, breafly wishing it was his cock instead. His pretty blues follow every movement, every action; they watch how you take his hand down your body tentatively slow, making his fingers graze your skin and shivering at the sensation. They watch how your mouth falls open as his fingertips ghost over your navel, down over your clit. His pretty blues watch, through shuddering lids, how you rotate his hand and desperately push it upon your cunt, uncaring of the lack of technique applied, just craving his touch.

"Ah-" you moan as your clit feels the pressure of his palm's heel, brows furrowed while you squeeze his wrist, urging him to please you himself. Phillip catches on immediately, too used to your behavior. His hand separates mere centimeters from your heat to bend its wetted fingers and circle them around your needy hole before sinking, knuckle deep, into your cunt. Your head falls back, a satisfied hum sounding through your throat as you bite your lip.

"Don't even need prep, darlin'" he says with a chuckle, his fingers entering your heat with little resistance– still, he lingers a little longer to get you used to him. He takes his hand away, swiftly bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. God, he's hot.

You sigh at the new emptiness, dizzy with desire. Suddenly, a firm hand wraps around his length, drawing a surprised gasp out of Phillip. You rise to your knees again, cunt eagerly awaiting as you move his tip around your wetness, nudging your clit and making it circle your hole, just like he did with his fingers. His hands fall to your thighs, massaging the flesh as a last resort to keep sanity, your constant teasing driving him crazy by the second.

You sink, seatting yourself completely on his cock.

Phillip's nails dig into your thighs as a loud moan rips through his lips, finally able to feel what he knew he was getting the moment you started with your provoking kisses. His ears fill with your little moans, full of pleasure as his girthy cock nudges its way deep within your walls, deep enough to kiss your cervix. It's fast and impatient, the way your pussy swallows his length in one go– as if you lacked time, as if being rushed.

You sit still for a couple of seconds, tight pussy getting used to the fullness your husband's cock provides. There's no words, they're not needed. Both set of eyes lock onto each other, they take in the state you both are left in: fucked– you feel how Phillip's fingers dig even more into your thighs, how his needy dick twitches inside of you, you notice how his back is slightly arched off the backrest, how his chest heaves. On the other hand, Phillip feels your muscles tensing, your cunt clamping on him like a vice, he sees your puffy, bitten lips, moonlight coming through the window and illuminating you like the angel that you are; for him, at least. He watches as your face gets closer to his and your mouth takes his own, kiss lasting a mere second.

He tries to chase after your lips but you lean back, hands finding his knees, arms locking behind you and supporting your weight as you wickedly roll your hips into his.

"Hmm so good " you say honey thick, laced with lust.

His eyes snap shut at the feeling, all too good but you know it's not enough. Your hands squeeze as you start to lift yourself, brows furrowing in pleasure before you sink back, heavy– testing the waters. A shaky sigh it's all you get. Still not enough, huh? you think, but you take it as a challenge. In Phillip's mind, he couldn't stop cursing himself; too focused on not cumming early as his sweet wife was trying exactly the opposite. He was fucked, he knew, when he opened his eyes and saw that expression in your face, the one you wear when you're not satisfied with something, with an outcome. Maybe when he steeled himself to last longer, too into his head to express correctly the heavenly pleasure you bestowed upon him, you took his, rather tame, reaction as something else. But, well, not much he can do about it now.

Phillip swallows thickly, readying himself. His hands glide across your thighs up to your asscheeks, partly because he loves your ass, partly because he wants to have a good grip around your hips may things go too crazy. You smirk, devilish, before starting a relentless rhythm; your body bounces up and down on his cock, stoping abruptly and sitting yourself fully on him for a couple of seconds while grinding your hips, only for it to start again. Phillip isn't sure if he's in heaven or hell, but, knowing better, he moans and hums and groans unabashedly as you give your best to work him to completion.

"C'mon baby, c'mon baby, c'mon baby... Fuuck " your husband's plea bleeds into a lusty hum as he hugs your hips close to his when you take one of your little breaks, basking in the pleasure– he's completely sure your thighs are on fucking fire but you don't seem to mind. Such a good wife.

"Touch yourself baby," he commands, tone dominant "Show me"

In a show of amazingly fast shift in dynamics, you comply immediately. One of the hands that was on his knees is between your burning thighs and giving your husband what he asked for. He moves his hands slightly up, supporting your lower back and hips with his hands and forearms, providing extra help so you can keep the ruthless pace. He leans back as much as he can, just to watch you work yourself– your digits massage your clit in tight circles, trying as best as they can to time it with the bouncing. The sudden addition of stimulation drives you stupidly close to orgasm, and Phillip knows it.

"'M close-" you blabber in a blissful daze, mind so focused on the pleasure that you feel your body move on autopilot, mind and body two separate entities, one made to receive and the other to give– your mind eager for pleasure and your body working overtime to give it to you.

In a moment of clarity, you remember your husband. Not that you could forget, bouncing up and down on his cock, but it is true that you promised to take care of him. Feeling slightly guilty about the sudden shift in focus, you open your beady eyes to watch him, to assess his state, hoping he's as close to coming as you are.

"Yeah?" He replies breathlessly to your warning, eyes never straying from your soaking cunt; her clit being played with while his big cock spears her open, such a champ.

"Mhm" you nod, your senses overwhelmed. A long groan from Phillip lets you know what you were so worried about, he's definitely close. You retreat your fingers from your clit, hand returning to his knee and keeping you steady, helping you completely focus on his impending orgasm. You can see how he's not please by your action, but you don't care; you can cum after him. His breathing starts to stutter, eyelids fluttering while his mouth falls open, letting loose shameless moans that he can't, and doesn't care to, control– you take the cue, tightening your walls around him in the rhythm of your bouncing.

He spills inside of you with a throaty groan, his hands and arms holding you tight as his whole body stiffens. His hips jerk up, chasing your own as you lower yourself on his cock. You feel the warm cum start to slide out of you, and you take the opportunity to, again, bring your fingers to your clit and finish the job. It doesn't take much, a couple of fast, tight circles over it have you whimpering as you come undone on his cock, the spasms of your walls making Phillip's eyes to snap shut. You can feel Phillip's breath hit against your chest as he pants, and soon after you fall completely limp over his chest.

"Careful" he says softly as he leans back on the chair, cradling you between his strong arms. He sighs, hands moving up and down your back in a soothing manner, letting the comforting silence engulf you both as you come down from your respective highs.

After some seconds, or minutes, you're not sure, and when both's racing pulses had calmed down, Phillip breaks the silence.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, sweetheart" you can hear the smug smirk in his tone, cocky bastard. You place a hand on his chest to help you push yourself out of his embrace, sitting straight– you feel how your thigh muscles twitch in pure exhaustion and a fleeting it's gonna hurt like a bitch later crosses your mind.

"Can we?" you ask softly. "Go to sleep, I mean"

"Hm" Phillip hums, resting his hands on your dying thighs "'Course"

You smile at his response and look him directly in the eyes, as if waiting for him to notice something. After a couple of seconds, he seems to get it "Should I carry you...?"

"Mhm" you reply plainly before chuckling. Your arms move to hug around his neck as he grabs under your thighs and gets up, heading to the bedroom.

Maybe you should worry about getting clean, or getting your husband's softening cock out of you, but you can't muster the energy to really care.

#phillip graves #phillip graves smut #call of duty x reader #cod modern warfare #phillip graves x reader #cod smut #graves x y/n

[astr0exe]

So uhm...

Graves x pornstar!tm!reader? Anyone?

-🥩

so i turned this into hcs rather than a story m sorry if its not what u wanted but yeah hope u like ittt !! Js couldnt stop the thoughts of this mannnnn

// CW : tm!reader , pornstar!reader , filth

- Imagine Graves telling ppl his fiance is a trans gay pornstar 😭 everyone would be so shocked that his future husband has sex with other men for a living ?!

- The sex is always crazy lets be real, first, Graves can fuck like ughh yeah so the sex is immaculate

“Fuckkk baby..” Is all Graves can mumble, you basically demanded being on top, your tight cunt gripping his thick cock like a vice as you grind yourself down on him, bouncing up and down as his balls hits your arse.

- He deffo watches ur SOLO porn when he is gone solo only bc he gets jealous , OR the porn you made for his eyes only, videos of you and him fucking like rabbits, or just videos of you getting yourself off as you whine about how much you miss him and his massive cock

- Whenever he comes home from deployment your mouth is on his cock as soon as the front door is shut, just slurping and moaning around it as he fucks into your mouth

“Needed you so bad Sweetheart, needed your mouth. Good boyyy” He whines quietly as he nears his orgasm, after not seeing you for weeks and sometimes months at a time he is so on edge he cums after only 3 minutes.

#x trans male reader #cod x reader #x transmasc reader #cod x male reader #cod smut #cod fanfic #graves x y/n #philip graves x you #philip graves x reader #graves x you #graves cod #cod graves #graves smut #graves x reader #phillip graves #graves headcanons #cas speaks

[manticore-fangs]

ohhh im so glad u write for graves because i cannot stop thinkin about him getting home from deployment and fucking shy!fem!reader like as soon as he gets through the door because he missed his pretty girl so much :( he's like a man starved because he is!!! it was driving him nuts not hearing ur sweet voice and feeling ur soft skin every morning and now he's back and he's not gonna let u go anywhere any time soon!!!

omggg :(( when he flings open the door to find you in HIS long t-shirt and just skimpy panties on?? ohhhhhh he’s gone MAD !!!! (not proof read btw)

cw: smut

“fuck- phillip what are you-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence without him just diving right into your mouth, sloppy and messy kisses, and your losing breath but he doesn’t care, just needs to know that his love is safe in his arms and okay. he finally lets you take a breather before lifting you up on the nearest structure, which is the dining table.

“phillip, im making food!! it’s gonna get fucking burnt!” you whine and writhe but he’s not letting you go, he needs to have you now. when he was kissing, his hands kept grasping at your (his) shirt, needing it off. “so needy phillip-“ “take ya’ fuckin clothes off and head to the bedroom. i wanna have a good lil’ time with my precious doll, haven’t seen yew’ foreva’ i need ya’ bae, please.” you’ve never seen him be desperate but desperate he was.

you shuffled up the stairs swiftly with your shirt hanging off of your shoulders from the force of him grabbing your harshly, hearing small shreds. you then heard those familiar boots come up the stares, you wide-eyed and realized you didn’t remove your clothes. just as you took off your panties, phillip came in, just looking at your body, staring up n’ down. admiring your form.

“missed ya’ so much bae, couldn’t stand being alone, lemme fuck ya’ please, i know i haven’t showered but i need ya’ i need ye’ so bad. please” his begs are like music to your ears, you think about it for a second before nodding and saying “but- be gentle.” and he nods vigorously. you tell him to come up and in the bed, which he followed through being the good man he is of course.

now he’s balls deep within your pussy and just hammering it, your poor lips getting a beaten from his heavy cum filled balls. their so heavy and- “fuck, love need more of ya’ i just need more of your pretty, perfect pussy. please, let me rub that lil clit for you?” and you nod, your cock drunk and came around 3 times already and you don’t even know what will happen next.

he slaps your clit, not to rough but not to soft either. he hits it, then pats it a few times, leaving you so close to your fourth. he has came 2 times but jesus christ you weren’t prepared for shit next.

he changed positions, pushed your head down as your ass was arched up and he just unbelievably pounded into you, leaving no mercy behind. the rough hands on your hips were definitely get a bruise, your mind hazy in that subspace. just moaning and drooling everywhere. and that’s when you and him both cum for the final time. leaving you in shambles as he collapses beside you. your whimpering from the little stings in your legs and your shaking a bit.

after all of that aftercare, you guys (he carries you) finally reached the bedroom, you both settled down and cuddled up, having some type of show on in the background to fall asleep too, but before you finally close your eyes phillip speaks. “thank you love for this, love you so much, love you.. so perfect for me- ‘m never letting you go. never”

your passed asleep right next to him, in his arms, in bed, at our home

(not proof read, so sorry it’s 6 am 😭😭)

#request #🥱 #now i go sleep #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod smut #phillip graves #graves cod #graves x reader #graves x you #graves x y/n #smut #amazing idea

[d0youc0py]

okay. so. first of all, i love your theme. never seen anything like it. literally obsessed. YOU’RE SO ORGANISED???? LIKE HUH?????

secondly, could you write graves with a plus sized or chubby—whatever you wanna call it—s/o? maybe reader bakes or something but it’s ultimately your choice.

thank you so much for so much as reading this request!!! have a great day!!!

“Where’s my little slice of sweetness?” You rolled your eyes at the booming voice entering the house. Your dogs yapped excitedly racing towards the front door. “Not you two.” He smirked, patting them each on their sides.

“Hey, handsome!” You yelled from the kitchen.

“There you are. Hey, Baby.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. He rested his hands on either side of you, pressing his nose into your hair. “I missed you, Sugar.” He hummed, one of his wide hands gripping your waist. He gave you a firm squeeze.

“You saw me this morning.” You hummed back. You looked over your shoulder pressing a kiss against his dimple.

“Far too long if you ask me.” He sighed. You smiled at him before going back to your work. His lip pouted at your loss of attention. He placed his hand in the flour making sure it was heavily coated before giving your bottom a firm smack.

“Phillip Graves!” You shouted, your hands darting down to pat away the white handprint. His let out a hearty laugh, the kind that relaxed your muscles. He wrapped both of his arms around you pulling you tight against him.

“Couldn’t help myself, Sweetness.” He explained, giving your forehead a quick peck. He let go of you, not before giving your bottom another pat. He nearly sprinted out of the kitchen so he didn’t have to catch your wrath. “Let me know if you need a taste tester, Sugar!”



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Thank you for your kind words! I sprinted to do this request because #1- you are so nice and #2- I have never written Graves and #3- I think this is the perfect prompt for him because he would absolutely call his s/o all those sweet sappy nicknames! I hope you liked it! 

#d0youc0py #doyoucopy #cod #cod men #cod mw2 #cod x reader #fluff #sfw #phillip graves #graves x reader #graves x you #graves x y/n #gn reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x y/n #cod x you

[sudzymactavish]

YandereHacker!Graves X GN!reader

TW: stalking, naked mention

YandereHacker!Graves loved you. He could never get enough of you, the way you worked on your silly computer all the time. You worked with him, but you had more of a office job than actually on the field. Hacking the camera was the best idea he's ever had.

He's always watching you. Your phone, computer, doorbell, tv, all hacked by him. He can't help it, he misses you when you're on leave. :(

He's never been this crazy for another person before. Graves is a busy man, but he always makes sure he has the time to stare into your pretty eyes.

He'd always smirk when you'd take a picture of yourself. My darling taking another picture of themselves.. he'd think, staring at your perfect body.

Hacking isn't a cheap job. He's blown his money all on expensive computers and cameras. He's even bribed a few of your friends! Anything to see you, of course.

He's a respectful man. He doesn't look when you're changing or naked of course, he wants to wait until you're ready.

Imagine his surprise when you look into the camera and say

I know you're there commander.

#phillip graves #gn reader #cod modern warfare #gay #cod #graves x reader #graves x you #graves x y/n #sudzyswritings

[konigsblog]

Daddy Grave x Innocent Reader getting it on after mission brief ?

graves being the little bitch that he is; him finding you after a mission brief and fucking your tight little virgin hole. watching as you squirm in pain, while bouncing up and down on his fat dick, getting addicted to the pleasure of his balls slapping against your little ass, not caring whether you came or not just desperate to release his cum, his balls are too heavy! it's your fault!:(

#orla speaks #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #modern warefare ii #philip graves x you #philip graves x reader #phillip graves #graves x reader #graves x you #graves x y/n #graves is a little bitch

[walker33961]

H E A V E N S TREAT 🦋

- After recent mission ,Yn wasn’t feeling well enough to be on the next brief … Her mind was flooding with the things which Phillip faced and some of her major traumas were on repeat in her mind …The way she was treated by her parents..specially her mother .

The way she always body shammed her , The toxic signs and lines which bullies use to spit everyday whenever she entered her class

And now , blaming herself for Phillip’s injury, it was not her fault..not at all ..but still she was blaming herself..

She’s the strongest shadow after Phillip ..both mentally and physically..but sometimes the strongest has the most blood boiling traumas …

……….

3 : 22 AM

……….

- A shadow was passing by her room . Stopped by the noise coming from yn’s room . Noticed that yn was scratching her legs , hands and was going toxic over herself .

The shadow knew about their relationship .. He immediately reached at Phillip’s office ..

*The shadow knocked his door , Phillip allowed to come in*

“ Somethin’s wrong mate?” *phillip with a confuse tone*

“Yn is scratching her skin harshly as if she’s trying to peel it off, noticed while going outside for some fresh air” * worry in his face *

*All the papers in Philip’s hand fell on the floor while he rushed to yn *

“ You and your friends pack some energy, we have a brief at 7 am “ *Saying this Phillip was rushing towards her *

*the shadow left and Phillip entered her room*

*yn not aware of his presence, cries muffled by her hand , red scratch marks with blood ..visible in the dark*

* lightly shaking her*

“ Darlin’ it’s me ..please look at me “ * he was shattering inside *

* yn raised her head in shock*

“ Please don’t look at me ..I..I’m not good …I’m..“ *trembling ..looks down*

*shocked by her response ,

raises her face by grabbing her face softly *

“ N..no no no no , who told you this ..give me a name “ *phillip getting ready to make that person taste the difference of military and him *

“ Lea…leave me Phillip ..I’m a disaster..I’m fat ..I’m not capable to be yours ..I’m all trash..I couldn’t protect you from injury ..I ” * tears running wild*

“ YOU’RE MY PERFECT GIRL ..MY BEAUTIFUL.. MY QUEEN OF HEARTS, IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT“ * him placing kisses over her face*

* kissing her lips with love in surprise *

“ Those beautiful lips , all mine…..Soft like cotton and feathers “

* coming down to her neck while kissing all the way , marking with purple - blue hicks*

“ Such soft skin … illuminating God’s blessing“

*Yn straight up hugging him *

“ Just stay with me Phill..please “ *snuggling into his chest*

* him brushing her hair with his fingers *

“You’re always pretty and sweet f’me doll , you’re my everything “ *kissing her over her hair , smelling her scent *

*yn leaving little snores sensing her sleep after little sobs *

“ Heh .. Damn how I got you sweetie , My Heavens Treat“

*later he fell asleep on that position *

- It was 1 hour left for the briefing ..His shadows were searching for him ..to found him sleeping ..hugging yn like a soft fluffy bear .. lips over her head .. one shadow took a photo in Polaroids and later he gave it to Phillip..he was blushing hard … he kept it on his transparent chest pocket in his vest ..showing that he’s taken by a heavens treat …

: 3 ~ @alypink @bellgraves @welldonekhushi

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[lookingformoondrop]

could i request a boyfriend!andrew graves x reader headcannons or scenarios? i LOVE TCOAAL🫶🫶

Boyfriend! Andrew Graves x Reader - Headcanons

TW: Andy has a foul mouth, reader gets groped, Andy is a little possessive, a tiny bit of violence (-is always the answer)

♥︎Notes: I'm kind of an idiot so if you notice something is spelled incorrectly, feel free to send me a dm so i can fix it (totally not at all referring to my first Yandere!Andy x Reader post where I spelled dark as darmfk ;-;). Also this is kind of short because so many people requested for Andy x Reader, so I didn't want to pull out all the stops. I hope this meets your expectations <3.♥︎

The first thing you gotta to know about dating Andy, is that he's very touch starved.

I can just headcanon that due to his aloof personality and very broody behavior, he doesn't get many hugs...

So when you enter his life, best believe that Andy shows you this completely different side of him!

I'm talking.... Cuddling in the mornings till the point where you're almost late for work because he refuses to let you go.

I'm talking.... Andy being able to sense when you're about to go into the shower. His spidey-senses tingles, and the moment you're about to hop in, he's right there already getting his hair wet.

I'm talking.... Trapping you with his kisses when you're making food, definitely not noticing that he's causing you to burn dinner.

And no amount of protest can deter this man either.

Speaking of making food... Andrew is the master-chef of the house!

Now he's no Gorden Ramsey (as he likes to tell you whenever he makes you a sandwich), but everyone knows that one bite of his food is enough to make a sailor come back to the land.

So it's very nifty when you're sick and at home, in need to have someone take care of you.

The first time you ever got sick was when you and Andy were still living separately.

It was a Friday night, and it was supposed to be your 1-year anniversary with Andy. Unfortunately, due to some unhygienic biotch at the office, you caught a cold and had to cancel.

At first Andy didn't respond, instead leaving you on read. You felt bad, figuring that he was mad at you for canceling.

But lo' and behold, exactly 10 minutes later, that was a frantic sound of keys jiggling into the your front door.

You had gotten up from your couch-potato position to see the person who wanted to rush into your home so badly, when it occurred to you;

Andrew is the only one with another set of keys...

And with that realization, Andy burst through the door with a pharmacy store bag in one hand, and a grocery store bag in another.

In an instant, Andy made you take a disgusting amount of cold medicine, and blessed your cold home with the warmth and smell of spices and herbs (likely all from the soup).

When the food was ready, he sat you up with a pillow and hand-fed you soup for the rest of the night. You felt so bad for ruining your anniversary, but everytime you tried to apologize for it, Andrew would stuff your mouth with more soup and would say;

"I don't care about that romance and anniversary shit. We don't need to go to a fancy restaurant or an expensive place just to feel like we're honoring an important date. That date is important because it is our date. We don't need to one-up that memorable time just to remind everyone of how special it is... Y/N, you're crying into the soup."

Needless to say, you cried.

But Andrew doesn't just take care of you...You best believe he also protects.

Well, sorta.

You could be in a grocery store, at a Boba shop, in the mall, getting new shoes, it wouldn't matter, Andrew would always have his hand on your waist.

Be it because he saw someone look at you, doesn't matter who or how old they are, he'll always wrap his arms around you and whisper ever so softly, "You're mine..."

It has definitely given you some weird looks over the years, but you know he means well.

And if anyone ever actually looks at you funny? It's over for them.

Andrew will make it VERY clear that you're not to be messed with.

For example, a couple of months into your relationship, you were riding the train. Enjoying a simple conversation about suspicious neighbors and whatnot, when all of the sudden some guy came up behind you and tried groping you discreetly.

Andy noticed very quickly that all the blood drained from your face. He looked behind you and noticed the old geezer trying to get a hand full of someone way younger than them, and Andrew could feel every restraint in his body snap.

In an act of "self-defense" as told to the cops later on, Andrew punched the living daylights of the guy and sent him flying into a pole.

You fussed over Andy's fist for awhile, completely forgetting about how you felt. But the only thing Andy could think about was how he should've hit that guy harder.

When you guys were finally walking home, hand in hand, you leaned on Andrew.

"I'm sorry about today Andy... I didn't mean for you to get all banged up."

Andrew snorted, "My knuckle is a little scratched up, so what? That perverted asshole had it coming for him."

You kissed Andy's cheek, which granted you a dark blush from Andy, and a grin from you.

"Thank you Aaandy~" You brushed his hand with your thumb,

Being in a relationship with Andy is a little messy, and yes sometimes a little crazy. But no matter what happens, Andy will always stick by your side.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Andy squeezed your hand in return.

Thank you for the ask<3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves #andy graves #headcanons #y/n #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #relationship headcanons #cute #what else do i put here #not proofread #andy and leyley #the coffin of andy and leyley headcanons #dem kids swear up and down

[luci4theminorannoyance]

calling kortac + shadow company boys by full name randomly:

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a/n: hi! I got motivation and I’m half way done with all my requests so I decided to do this! Original idea from @lxvvie!

graves:

-he IMMEDIATELY sits up, turning his head so fast it almost gave this man whiplash

-southern mom flash backs.

-he ran, dashed, sprinted over to you with his eyes filled with actual worry, thinking you were hurt (or worse you found out he did something dumb again)

-once you told him it was just for fun and random, he just sighed and kissed you on the cheek and went back to what he was doing prior

velikan:

-this man does not give a care in the world, still reading the book he was focusing on.

-looked over at you casually with a stoic expression under his mask and then went back to reading

-chuckled under his mask when he realized that you weren’t even mad or going to ask him something

konig:

-as soon as he hears his full name he is dashing over to the room your in, apologizing for whatever he may have done and almost sliding into the window when he turned the corner

-at the verge of tears (my man has issues and his anxiety is NOT helping)

-once you apologized and said it was only for a joke he calmed down; pulling up his mask and kissing you on the cheek before hugging you and getting back to what he was doing

horangi:

-gets worried thinking your hurt and almost runs into a table- and tripped multiple times somehow

-got genuinely pissed when he found out you were just joking, walking back to what he was doing while mumbling how you should never do that again

-forgave you a bit later and cuddled you on the mess hall couch

#cod fic #luci44_writing #cod headcanons #cod hcs #shadow company #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves hc #phillip graves #cod mw2 #velikan headcannons #velikan cod #velikan #konig x y/n #konig headcanons #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig cod #konig x you #horangi x reader #horangi mw2 #horangi cod #kim horangi hong jin #horangi #requests open #headcannons #cod headcannons #cod x reader #not my account slowly dying and my best post being my konig hc’s from a while ago

[miniwheat77]

Pure Sin. (Professor!Graves x Reader.)

!NSFW, professor x student relationship, smut, sex toys, unprotected p in v sex, NO MINORS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

This was a request, you can find that here!

You’re sitting in a lecture, waiting.

Professor Graves’ class is next, and you can’t wait.

There’s been a sense of tension between the both of you since you started in his class at the beginning of the semester. When you made eye contact, it always seemed intense. When you had to go over something with him, or stay after class. He was always friendly. His hand was always on your thigh, sometimes he’d toy with your hair around your face and a couple times, he’d called your pretty.

When you offered to help him set up his room, he told you “nonsense. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t do any heavy lifting. I’ve got it.”

That’s probably what motivated you to start doing what you did.

You typically wore skirts, but always the kind attached to a pair of shorts. But you’d come across a couple of pleated skirts during a shopping trip that had nothing to hide you. It’s what made you decide to do it in the first place. You started showing off your panties underneath your skirts, making sure that only he can see when you’re bending down.

The first time you bent over in front of him, his eyes widened. Coughing and clearing his throat. Looking away quickly. But the more you showed yourself off, the more he looked. The longer he stared.

But he stayed away. He’s a professor, he couldn’t have a relationship like that with you. It was wrong. So he kept to himself.

When you figured out it wasn’t working, you took your panties off.

The first time he got a good view of you, bent over with nothing on underneath. He sputtered and choked on his coffee, eyes going wide immediately and he turned away from his class. You’d caught him completely off guard and he had to sit down immediately. Feeling himself growing hard beneath his slacks. How on earth were you just walking around like that?

But than he started to catch on.

You were shy around the other boys. Barely moved from your seat. When you dropped something and had to pick it up in front of them, you’d crouch all of the way down so that they couldn’t see you. You only wanted him to see you. He knew it now.

One particular day, you’d showed yourself off to him a little bit and he just couldn’t take it anymore. You clearly wanted him, and he wasn’t going to make you suffer. “Y/N. Will you stay after class?” He asks. Raising up your paperwork. You nod your head nervously.

“Teachers pet.” A boy mumbles, making you roll your eyes. They always called you that.

At the end of the lecture, when everyone made their way out, you packed up your items and made your way over to his desk. Tugging your backpack on. “W-what did you want to talk about Professor?” You ask. “I wanted to talk about this with you.” He raises up your essay that you had written.

He’d given out a rubric, assigning you to write about the 7 deadly sins. And which sin affected you the most.

“I wanted to say that you did a great job. It’s well written, you have good sources and good stories.” He smiles. “And.. you’re a brave girl.” He smirks. “What?”

“You’re the only student in here that was brave enough to write about Lust.” Your cheeks burn and you look down at your feet. “I wanted to show you something before my next lecture but it starts in a few minutes. Stop by before class tomorrow?” He asks. You nod your head. “Good girl.” He breathes. Watching you as you walk toward the door. Once that door is closed he’s palming himself through his pants. Trying to calm the raging fire inside of himself.

———

The next day, you did as he said. You showed up thirty minutes early and knocked before you came in, hearing him call that you could come in. He was waiting at his desk. You walk in, and he stands up. “Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got to get something.” He smiles. You sit down, unaware that he’s going to lock the door. You’re inside with him, completely alone. You’re still standing when he comes back to his desk. “I wanted to ask you something.” He sits down in his chair, moving himself closer to you with his feet. “Do you show yourself off to anyone else, or is it just me?” He smiles, leaning back and crossing his arms. Your heart starts to race. “What?” You ask. “It’s okay. Cmere darling.” He reaches out, grasping your hand and tugging you closer. “Let’s take this off, yeah?” He tugs your backpack straps down, laying it on the ground by your feet.

“I know what you’re doing.” He breathes. Pulling you closer until you’re standing between his thighs. He toys with the edge of your skirt, fingers gliding over your exposed thighs. “You’re showing yourself to me. And.. I just want you to know that it’s working.” He can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You’re so nervous. “I see you, pretty girl. And I’ll give you what you want. You just have to make it through one lesson, you can do that. Can’t you?” His fingers glide up your skirt on the top of your thigh and he can hear you take in a sharp breath. “Y-yes sir.”

“But.. I’ve got something. Picked it up last night. Something that’ll make you feel better about everything.” He smiles.

He stands up, and your eyes follow him as he does, he towers over you and you gasp as he pushes you back into his desk. Raising your skirt up. “Deep breath darling, your heart is gonna beat right out of your chest.” He laughs. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up until you’re sitting on his desk. He returns to his chair, opening up his drawer. He pulls out the toy he’d prepared for this. You swallow hard when you see it. “I want you to keep it in for my lecture today.” He breathes. You’re nervous and he can tell. “Nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a plain toy. I want to see you squirm sweetheart.” He stands up, moving closer to you. Letting his hand slide between your legs. His fingers gliding over your opening. “You deserve to squirm for a little bit. After all, you’ve made me wait a long, long time.” He laughs.

He circles your clit with his fingers.

You stiffen up when he slides a finger into you. Moaning as he begins to pump it in and out of you.

“Fuck… You sound… amazing.” He breathes. He adds another finger, hearing you whine out. Just when you’re feeling the knot start to form in your stomach, he draws his fingers back. You breathe out. Your cheeks are flushed and he smiles. He slides the toy into you, seeing your eyes widen. Once he’s got it completely in, he pulls away from you. “You make it through today.. and I’ll let you have what you’ve been waiting for.” He rests his hand on his cock through his jeans, seeing you swallow hard. “Go take your seat darling.”

You nod your head, going to sit down. He watches you walk awkwardly to your seat. Laughing to himself.

You wait patiently, and when people come in, he starts talking, and you’re lost in your assignment. You’re watching him write something on the board behind his desk. It’s fairly quiet aside from small talk from the others in the room.

You see his hand dip down into his pocket. What you don’t see, is his hand grip the tiny remote.

He presses it, turning to look at you just as it starts to vibrate. You stiffen up immediately. Hands clutching hard at the table. He conceals a smile, turning back to the board and turning the vibration setting up higher. You clench your eyes closed, and your body stays stiff as you start to squirm in your seat. It was going to be a long lecture.

Throughout the entire lecture, he’s toying with you. He’ll turn it off, turn it on full speed. Turning it on really low and watching you grind down into your chair. Your eyes water and you’re frustrated. Ready to explode by the time his painful lecture ends at last. You’re sitting at the end of the first table with your teeth gritted, waiting for everyone to leave the room. “Waiting to talk to him again teachers pet? You’ve probably done enough extra credit for the whole class.” One of the guys says to you as he’s leaving. You roll your eyes which is more than a reaction you’ve given him all year. Professor Graves finds it amusing. The moment the door is closed, he’s making his way over to lock it behind the others. “Thank god, please take it out.” You breathe. Making your way up to him.

“Not yet, Doll. We haven’t even started.” He laughs. Hearing you huff. “Please I can’t take anymore.” You want to cry.

He lifts you back up into his desk, tugging the remote from his pocket. “I want to watch you cum.” He smirks. “I know you’ve been waiting for it, sweet girl.” He chews at his lip. You lean back onto your hands as he presses the button, seeing you jump and tense up as it starts to vibrate. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”

You nod your head. He turns up the speed. “Do you? Because.. I don’t think you have.” He turns it up even higher and you’re practically squirming on his desk. Clutching at the edges of it until your knuckles turn white. “Please.” You cry. “I don’t think you’ve earned it baby. You’ve been such a bad girl. Teasing me. I think.. I should stop it.”

“No! Please-“ you cry out. “Please don’t- don’t stop it. Please!” You let out a sob, thighs shaking from the intensity of the vibrations. “Beg for it than. Tell me how bad you want to cum.”

“Please- I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll be good. I swear- please don’t stop. Please let me cum Professor Graves.”

Please leaves your lips in chants and he watches you shake and sob as your climax approaches. He moves between your legs.

“It’s not good enough.”

He stops it all together and a sob leaves your lips, body relaxing. Actual tears start to stream down your face and your thighs shake violently. He laughs at you, how pathetic you are. He pulls you off of his desk, spinning you around until your back is to him before pushing you over it. “Don’t cry. I’m not finished yet.” He taunts. He laughs as he lifts up your skirt, pushing it up and over your hips, exposing you to him once more. His tongue glides over his bottom lip as he unzips his slacks, pulling his cock through the hole and lining up with your entrance.

When he slides into you, a choked gasp leaves your lips.

He feels better than any vibrator.

“There we go… that’s what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it?” He laughs. “Yes- yes!” You cry. “Good girl. Poor thing.. can feel you throbbing around me. So desperate to cum.”

He taunts you, drawing his hips back and burying himself back into you. You lurch forward with every bruising thrust he takes. “Poor thing.. so needy. Now you know how it feels. How I’ve felt these past few weeks.” He chuckles. “If you wanted me… all you had to do was ask.”

“I’m sorry-“ you whine. He wraps his arms around you, forcing you to stand upright. Your back pressed into his chest and he forces your face to the left to look at him. “I forgive you. I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He smirks. He forces your face back to kiss him, he kisses you hard, teeth knocking into yours with his forcefulness. He keeps his hard thrusts, cock nestled up inside of you. Hips moving with yours. “Fuck-“ you cry, laying back over the desk. He holds onto your hips, fucking into you. “You’re so wet. So fucking tight on me baby.” He groans, letting his eyes screw shut. The muscles in his neck tighten and tense up with how hard he grits his teeth, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this good. “Professor Graves- please.”

He laughs, biting at his lip. “You gonna cum honey?” He licks his lips, tilting his head back. He’s getting close himself. He pulls out of you abruptly, spinning you around before you can protest, lifting you up onto the desk once more. He slides you to the edge of it, sliding back into you. You cry out as he fills you back up again. “Oh fuck!” You whine. “I’m so close.” You cry. “That’s it. That’s a good girl Y/N. You’re doing so good.” He breathes. “Keeping up with me too… god you’re amazing.” He laughs. He holds onto your thighs, so tightly it feels like he might bruise you. “I feel so full.” You gasp. He chews at his lip, fighting his climax back. He needs to feel you cum around him. “Look at me.” He moves himself closer. “I think you’ve finally earned it.” He breathes. “You think so honey?” He keeps his lips pursed. “Yes- yes Professor Graves.” You whine. “Please let me cum.”

“Such a good girl. Go on.” He moves closer, lips right by your ear. His warm breath sends chills down your spine. “Cum on my cock baby.” He breathes. One final thrust into you and you’re crying out. Chills covering your body with how hard he sends you right into your climax. Your body shakes and you squirm as he keeps fucking you, sobbing as he keeps his brutal pace. “Just… oh fuck- a minute more.” He hisses out. Just a couple more thrusts and he’s falling apart, the feeling of you throbbing around him sends him over the edge. He doesn’t pull out. He buries himself right into you to the hilt and fills you full. Dragging you off of his desk and sitting down in his chair with you in his lap. He’s breathing hard and you’re a blushing mess above him as he comes down from his high.

He rests his head back against his chair, breathing out. “Fuck..” he sighs. His heart thumps hard in his chest and you can listen to it as it starts to settle down. “Damn baby.” He wipes mouth, laughing. “M’too old for this.” He laughs. Seeing you blush above him, squirming around because he’s still inside you. You can feel his filth seeping out of you, around his shaft. “All worn out honey.” He smiles. “It’s okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I can do all of the work.” You bite your lip, seeing his smirk. He can’t help but laugh. “Fuck… you’re a bad girl.” He laughs. You rest your hands on his chest, adjusting yourself on him. The way you brace yourself has him hardening again. “Fuck. You’re a temptress you know that? Gonna get me into trouble.” He breathes. “We’ve been in here for too long already, besides. I think you deserve a comfy bed rather than a desk. How about you come home with me?” He looks up at you.

“Uh.. yeah. Sure.” Your cheeks are pink, you didn’t know how far he wanted to take this.

“Funny. I just came inside you and you’re still so bashful.” He laughs. “Meek little thing. Cmon.” He helps you off him, hearing you gasp out as he slides out of you. He can’t help but laugh. You tug your skirt down, eyes widening as you feel his filth seeping back out of you. He watches with a grin as it starts to drip down your thighs. “Fuck.. I could get used to that.”

“Is.. there a bathroom or something?” You blush. “Yeah but you can’t use it. Deal with it until we get to mine. It’s your punishment for teasing me for so long.” He winks. Hearing you protest as he pushes you along. “Get your backpack, brat.” His hand clapping against your ass has you jumping forward.

You pick it up and following him to the door. “Good girl.”

“Now act like you don’t have my cum dripping between your thighs or you’ll get us in trouble.”

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 smut #graves x reader #graves cod #phillip graves #cod modern warfare #graves smut #graves x y/n

[sky-is-the-limit]

I just read one of the best Graves smuts I've ever read, no fuck that, one of the best smuts I've ever read that hit every spot and idk what to do with myself. I'm gonna go replay mw2 so he can chase me with a tank.

#I'll put the smut link in the comments for all you thirsty hoes #god i want him so fucking bad #philip graves #philip graves smut #graves #philip graves x reader #philip graves x you #shadow company #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #warren kole #captain price #captain john price #ghost #simon ghost riley #könig #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[astr0exe]

I come to you requesting a Phillip Graves x extremely socially anxious TM reader, like so anxious that poor boy can't order his own food at a resturant or fast food place without making at least 20 grammatical errors in a 10 word sentence(too real)

Lil anxiety baby (me) basically gonna be projecting so bad on this but oh well !! Some sweet domestic fluff w/ dominant Graves who orders for you. :) short but sweet !! 3 posts in 9 hours is crazy lol ‼️i hope you like this ml <3 have a great day 🩶

Your hands are always shaking, or fidgeting with something, especially your husband’s hands. Graves is always there for you, even when it’s slightly embarrassing despite how smug and happy it makes him. He doesn’t even need to ask what your order is, already knowing (this man has amazing memory) from the last time you guys came here. His hand is hold yours softly, letting you play with his cold rings as you keep your head down at the table.

His voice is confident as he speaks, conveying both your orders to the server without a second glance or any hesitation. Smiling at you once he has ordered, knowing it helps you makes him happy. All he wants is to help you and for you to be happy. If that means ordering you food then he will do it until he dies.

#gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gn reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #lots of fluff #short but sweet #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod fic #graves cod #cod graves #phillip graves #graves x reader #graves x you #graves x y/n #philip graves x reader #philip graves #philip graves x you #cas speaks

[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."

#bubbly writes <3 #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader smut #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x gn!reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #graves x you #graves smut #graves x reader smut #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #phillip graves smut #philip graves #philip graves smut #philip graves x you

[skylarsblue]

✦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!!

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[buckysmith]

He gets drunk

Includes: Alejandro, Grave, Ghost and Soap

Warning: Adult stuff, mention of alcohol use, 18+ stuff but not to heavy

(Has nothing to do with the headcanons I just love that song and listened to it while writing )

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Alejandro: (not my gift)

- he is actually a man who can stand a lot of alcohol

- he doesn't really like drinking games, but if Rudy challenges him, he's not the one to shy away from it

- as I said, he can stand a lot of the devils liquor but holy hell after an amount of it that could possibly kill any other human he’s not the stoic thinking Alejandro Vargas.

- He knows he’s a good locking man so it’s not unusual that some chicas or chicos flirts with him

- some of his team would call you in situations like that, not because he’s a cheater no. They would call you to pick him up because he gets whiny and grumpy about that your not here with him

- ofc you would pick your love sick husband up but to be honest, after one whole bottle of Mezcal he’s fucked up (just to remember you that would most possible kill any other person) and wouldn’t really recognize you

- at first he would tell you to go away cause he’s in a relationship

- when you want to take him with you he gets angry, telling you to fuck off cause he has the most beautiful, loving, kind hearted and attractive S/O in the whole world

- you would giggle about it, telling you your his s/o

- he would try to recognize your face but because of the darkness and way to much alcohol he just couldn’t

- but he would recognize your scent

- yeah, good luck going home after he recognized you

- cough instead horny cough

- anyways, even though he’s fucked up your night wouldn’t end quickly after you got him home

- oh and even in this state your his top priority ;)

(I’m sorry but I think drunk as fuck he would dance/ sing to that song Vamos a la Playa)

Graves: (not my gift)

- He hates drinking games more than anything else

- but if someone challenges him he can’t say no, his ego ist waaaay to big for that

- after a good amount of alcohol he would call you to take him home

- he knows he’s an attractive man so from time to time people would hit at him but he would causally show his wedding ring (he doesn’t even want to look at the people that want him)

- he knows he can’t drive and he doesn’t want to take an Uber (it’s just not safe as someone like him) so he would wait for you

- he would wait till you show up with another drink in his hand

- he’s not quite talkative on your way home, but he would lay his hand on your thigh, murmur a lot of sweet nothings and a lot of dirty things

- after you both got home he would ask you to take his clothes off

- cough alcohol makes him horny and you do too cough

Soap: (not my gift)

- he likes the taste of scotch that sharp, distinct flavor is what he likes about it

- The few times he has with his whole team are most likely to have a serious matter but the rare times when they can sit in a bar drinking with each other and don’t have to worry to get killed end most of the time with a drinking game

- he isn’t as good with alcohol as ghost or price but he would definitely try to win that stupid drinking game

- price would be the one that calls you

- soap would only sit in some corner, with a picture of you in his hand whining that he wants you to be here with you (he’s love sick)

- the moment you’re in front of him, kneeling between his legs and gently touching his cheeks would end with you back first in the wooden floor

- Ghost would definitely take pics/ videos of you too, most likely to tease soap after he’s sober

- You would take your big boy home

- he’s more on the cuddle side

- he wants you to touch him, to tell him sweet nothings and praise him

Ghost: (not my gift)

- no matter how much he drinks, he isn’t able to get drunk

- fr this man can drink stuff that could kill any other human and he’s still fucking sober (at least he seems to)

- But even though he isn’t the usual drunk man, he gets homesick or better he wants to go home to you

- he knows even though he’s still able to put one and one to two he’s not gonna drive home so he would call you

- he’s a ghost, the others wouldn’t notice that he disappeared (at least they would notice when he’s already over the hills)

- love sick puppy

- he had it rough and in times like that he needs you more than anything

- he’s quite emotional when he’s drunk, it’s most likely the only time he’s able to cry and to let out his feelings

- Cuddle with him, praise him, pet him, take care of him, you’re the one he needs the most

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