#Phil graves x reader
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Barbecue
Phillip Graves x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: general sexual insinuations, literally tooth aching fluff i love him so much it hurts, drinking, guys being dudes
Author’s Note: i literally swore to myself i would write this, the plotless fluff needed to happen and it needed to happen now frankly. Also I just made up a bunch of names for the shadows!
I wrote this as a technical part 2 to Shower Before Bed but it’s not necessary reading! Just like. Made sense in my head lol.
Summary: Literally just a get together with the Shadows at Phil and his ladies house
Genre: fluff
Song: Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
“Babe, where's the propane?!”
“Under the grill?”
“It’s not there!”
“I don’t use that grill Phil!”
You were inside the kitchen, grabbing all the side plates you bought from the store. Phil could make a mean steak but he wasn’t really sure how to do the side things. Lucky for you, buying chips and various salads was easy. You could give him hefty lifting.
He walked in through the sliding glass door.
“I feel like it’s in here,” he grumbled.
“Then you are welcome to look handsome,” you mumbled, grabbing a couple bowls. He walked around you, opening under the sink. You knew it wasn’t there but you let him look anyway.
After a very enthusiastic and slow to rise morning, Phil got right into preparing for guests. You had some people around sporadically but never that many. He had basically invited the entire squad over.
“Did you try the garage?”
“I did not.” He turned on his heels. He made it barely to the garage door down the hall when he turned back around. He walked back towards you in the kitchen. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah?”
“It’s outside. I just remembered.”
“Is it under the grill?”
“It’s not under the grill,” he said and walked back through the sliding glass door. You rolled your eyes. You waited a bit, pouring some chips into a bowl.
“Hey Phil?”
“It’s under the grill.” You nodded slowly. You figured. You grabbed the bowls and brought them outside. The sun had risen high in the sky. A perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold. You put the bowls down on the table and turned to him. He was leaning over the grill.
The shirt he was wearing was tight around his arms. Your eyes scanned down his arms, following the veins down to his hands. You walked up behind him. He stood up all the way, almost bumping into you.
“What’re you doin darlin?” he questioned. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled. Your face was scrunched up into a smile as you put your hand on top of his. You lifted his hand in front of his face.
“You have such prominent veins,” you whispered, bewildered.
“Baby,” he breathed.
You traced down his arm. You placed your chin on his shoulder and leaned your head against his. Your touch was just a mere flutter. He could barely feel it, a tickle on his skin. You smiled cheekily.
“Never noticed before,” you muttered and moved away. That was the lie to end all lies. You had noticed plenty of times. He groaned when your touch left him completely.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“If all goes well!”
There was a knock on the door, raspy and aggressive. He turned on his heels.
“I got it,” you called, going back into the house. You weaved through the house to the front door.
Wes was on the other side. A taller member of Phil’s squad, lanky and apparently one of the best sharpshooters of all time. You smiled at the sight of him holding a tin of potato salad.
“Wes!”
“Oh if it isn’t lil miss Graves!” He teased. You smiled, moving aside to help him in.
“Phil’s in the back starting to cook. You should probably go teach him how to do that.”
“I can’t get a word through to that man, you know it.” You laughed, watching him go. It felt odd to have other people in your perfectly tuned home. It wasn’t bad. Just different. You walked onto the front porch, putting up the sign you had made that read; Come around the house!
You would get tired of walking through the house and you had no interest in letting bugs in through a propped front door.
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About an hour later, the backyard was packed. Music had started to play, though you weren’t sure where it was coming from. The grill was surrounded by men, there were discarded beer cans on the patio.
“I did not say that,” Robbie muttered. He was a large man with tattoos, a beard on his face.
“You did!” John called. “I thought I was gonna have to call it in but you just told the fucking mafia you were unarmed.”
“I wasn’t unarmed though,” Robbie countered.
“Yeah no, I know that.” Your laughter melded into theirs. You were sitting with a couple of the guys around an unlit bonfire. “I thought they were gonna shoot you for being dumb.”
“Wait, this was the Baikal job?” you questioned.
“I thought it was Petersberg,” Robbie mumbled, lost in thought.
“It was definitely Baikal,” John argued.
“Oh yeah, because we were by that lake. I remem...wait, isn't that classified?” Your eyes went wide at the information and you grabbed the beer can off the table. Their eyes floated to you in bewilderment.
“I coerced him,” you said, trying to salvage it. “Or something. Might’ve been pillowtalk.”
“Oh God girl,” Robbie muttered. “You’re in for it. They’re gonna kidnap you for information instead of us!”
“No ones getting kidnapped.” Phil approached behind you, his words floating above everyone else's. He sat down beside you on the porch couch. It smushed you to the side because there was barely enough room for two. You didn’t mind. He had gained a cowboy hat since you saw him last. He put his arm over the wicker back, rubbing circles into your shoulders. He loved to be touching you, especially in a place with a bunch of other guys. He had no qualms about having a woman in the Shadow Company but they tended to not wanna come to extracurricular activities. You couldn’t blame them.
“Your girl knows about Baikal,” Robbie said. A couple other guys had joined the small circle. Phil grimaced.
“She’s an honest one isn’t she?” He patted your back. You rolled your eyes. You two hardly had enough chairs for everyone. Wes sat down on the couch arm. “And I definitely remember telling her,” he lied. Everyone chuckled.
“Oh my God Wes, sit here,” you said, getting up.
“I am not about to kick a lady out of her seat,” Wes persisted. You were already standing.
“I’ve got the best seat in the house, don’t worry,” you promised. He gave you a look, hesitantly sliding into the spot you had been sitting in.
“What’s that?” he questioned. Phil was mid sentence when you sat on his lap. He let out a soft surprised sigh. There were a couple of ‘ooo’s’ from the onlookers but you had known most of them for years and couldn’t care less. Phil put an arm around you to keep you steady. You brought your legs up over the couch side to get comfortable.
“What were you saying?” you questioned, rejoining the main conversation.
“I was saying that you like to tell everyone confidential information and it’s a security risk,” he teased. You rolled your eyes.
“At least she’s cute,” Robbie argued. Phil squeezed his grip on you.
“Makes everything easy,” he assured his friends. You rolled your eyes.
“Where’d you get the hat?” you asked.
“Joey brought it for me. House warming gift.”
“We’ve lived here since June.”
“And he hasn’t been over since then,” he argued. “What, does it look bad?” You shook your head, a laugh sputtering from your lips.
“You look handsome.” You grabbed the hat from his head and put it atop yours, leaning into his chest. That earned a couple more ‘ooo’s’ from your onlookers. “What, he does!” you argued.
“No, not that darlin,” Phil grumbled, though his voice was lighter than he likely intended.
“Your man there is a cowboy. Believes in all the rules,” John explained. Joey peaked his head out from behind him as you starred with wide confused eyes.
“There are rules that come with a cowboy hat?” you snorted.
“If a girl takes a hat from a cowboy and puts it on her own head then…well she has to ride the cowboy,” Joey said. That caused more commotion. Your cheeks flushed but you tried to own it as best you could. You liked being so linked to Phil that it was the source of conversations. He was rubbing your back, hand toying at the hem of your shirt.
“Oh darn,” you joked. You turned to face Phil completely. “You believe in that bullshit?”
“Yes ma’am,” he explained. “It’s strict.” Your eyes were locked in a careful intimacy. You could’ve taken him right there.
“Sounds like we have dessert plans then. I’ve gotta start kicking you boys out early!” Chuckles followed from your words.
The overlapped conversations continued. You chimed in when you could but mostly you listened. Phil held you safely in his arms, drinking his beer with his free hand. He did most of the talking, making crude jokes about battle and telling stories you only half understood. He didn’t tell you to leave even when you were sure his legs had fallen asleep underneath you.
The sun set. Someone started the bonfire. The conversation continued. Beers were passed around. Jokes were told. Your eyes started to droop. People started to leave around 11, funneling back to their own homes.
It was around then you finally stood.
“Thanks for being my chair,” you said to Phil as you slid off of him. He let out a groan, stretching out his legs.
“Don’t say I never make sacrifices for you.” You extended your hand to help him up. You pulled him aggressively and he caught himself by grabbing your hips. The reaction was natural. He was so close and he smelled like a bonfire.
“Those steaks were fire boss,” someone said. He let go of you to mingle.
“It was nice to see you again,” Robbie called towards you.
“You too. Y’all are welcome anytime. Well, not anytime. Call first.” A gentle, tired chuckle. You walked people to the front door.
Before you knew it, the house was empty again. Save for Phil, of course. When the last Shadow left you shut the door behind him with triumph, locking it and then turning on the security system beside the door.
You shuffled out back. Phil was picking up beer cans.
“I’m exhausted,” he said with a light laugh.
“Me too,” you admitted. You had gotten tired a half hour ago. “It was nice to see and meet everyone though. I’m glad you’ve got so many good guys looking after you.” You lazily approached him. He tossed the beer cans in the recycle bin and wrapped his arms around you happily. His cowboy hat had returned to his head.
“They’re good men.”
“I know,” you hummed. You cupped his face. It was torment being around him so long and not being able to kiss him silly. You took the opportunity now, slipping your lips onto his. He responded sleepily, kissing you like it was breathing.
“I love you,” he muttered against your lips.
“I love you too Phil,” you whispered. “We can clean this up tomorrow. I’ve gotta crash soon or else I’ll fall into the fire embers.” He held your hip tighter.
“Not on my watch.”
“I know. Never on your watch.” You made an effort to leave his grip but it just tightened.
“I like hanging out with them,” he started. His voice was far away. The fatigue had gotten to him which made his words loopier. Could also have been the alcohol. “But I don’t like the way some of em look at you.”
“They’re all nice to me,” you said, titling your head in confusion. You hadn’t gotten weird vibes all night.
“Sometimes I catch em staring too long. I don’t like it.” You hummed in response. “Gouge their eyes out then.”
“For you? Anything.” He kissed you again. You brushed his hair back out of his face.
“It’s bed time for you baby.” He nodded once.
“Love you.”
“Love you too. C’mon.” You looped your arm around his as you started to walk inside.
“That cowboy thing is a rule you know. They weren’t fuckin with you.”
“I’ll make it up to you when we’re not exhausted.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” His low hum sealed the deal. You took the hat off his head as you walked into the bedroom, tossing it onto the dresser. Even as you went to get clothes to sleep in, his hands remained on you. You traced his veins with your thumb. This is what being content feels like, you thought. This.
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Rating: Mature
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Relationship: Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader
Characters: Reader, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Author Has Played Call of Duty, Childhood Friends, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, slight age gap, Civilian!Reader, Pre-Canon, Jealousy, Angst, Kissing, Time Skips, Slight OOC Graves, Brother's Best Friend.
Words: 1,348 | Chapters: 1/5
Summary:
Your older brother is best friends with Phillip Graves, and you always tagged along on their adventures. As a teen, you hid a fervent crush on Phillip, but it ends in painful heartbreak for you after one tumultuous summer. Many years later, you and Phillip are shocked to re-encounter one another, this time with your hearts fluttering again. But the heartache and broken trust of the past cloud your vision of the man standing in front of you.
A/N: this is a long time coming collab between me and @orphancains, and we finally posted the first chapter. stay tuned for later chapters. can't promise we'll be posting all the chapter each week but we'll try to get it out soon as possible. that being said, enjoy. the fic can also be found on AO3
tags will be updated!!
Chapter 1: The Pool
You ignored the bead sweat trickling down your temple from sitting under the Texas summer sun. There were only a few weeks left of summer break before 7th grade, and you were trying to enjoy it at the park, despite the sun beating down on you. Even your older brother Matty and Phil had wanted to enjoy the day even if they’d both already graduated high school. The two played some light basketball while you sat nearby sketching. After playing for a while, the two of them strode over to you, checking in on you as you quietly concentrated in your sketchbook.
“I don’t know,” you said to them both as you stared down at your sketch, “I don’t know if it’s worth submitting.”
Phil tsked and took a seat beside you on the grass. He patted your shoulder and furrowed his brow. “Come on. You’re probably one of the best artists I know out of everyone in this city. You’re twelve but you’re better than some of the people in school I know who always brag about their art. Don’t sell yourself short.”
Matty sighed behind both of you. “It’s that our dad has been hounding her about focusing more on math next year. He wants her to be studying with a tutor for her pre-algebra class for this summer instead of this.” Your brother glanced away. “Or make friends…” he muttered quietly, but just enough for Phil to still hear.
Phil rolled his eyes. He was grateful to your dad for letting him linger in his home to hang out with Matty. The Graves family household, a few miles away from yours, was a little bigger, sure. But it was empty. With his parents always gone, his dad was either sending him texts from airports to check in on him every few days and his mom would mainly call him to say she couldn’t attend his football games and track meets because of another work conference. Matty and your parents were kind enough to feed him and sometimes let him sleep over. But he couldn’t help but want to sometimes roll his eyes at how much pressure he put on you and your brother.
“How is submitting a piece of art to a newspaper going to hurt her in pre-alegbra?” Phil looked at your brother unamused. “I don’t wanna be a dick, Matty, but your dad’s a—”
“I know, Phil,” your brother huffed. “You’ve told me before”
“It’s actually an art magazine. It’s MUSE magazine,” you cut in, wanting to stop talking about your dad. “They even said they’ll give us a scholarship, too, if we win. I mean, that’s gotta make dad happy, right?”
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he listened to you. He thought about it and shot you a grin hoping it would cheer you up. He couldn’t help but want to see you happy, wanting to see you get the praise and love for your art that you truly deserved. “See?” He glanced quickly at Matty before turning back to you to say, “Yeah, exactly! That’s even more of a reason to submit— even if my advice alone should be enough.” At that, your brother snorted.
At this you turned to look at him, your lips pouting slightly. You still felt unsure about your idea, and he noticed.
“Listen, as soon as you hear back from that magazine, I wanna be the first to hear about it, you understand?”
You nodded and gave him a small smile. “I will, but what if I lo—”
“Not, gonna happen. I know it won’t,” he stated firmly, as his warm eyes beamed down at you.
Your smile grew more as you leaned your shoulder against his arm. “Thanks, Phil.”
‘ Holyshit… ’ , you thought to yourself as you ran toward the Graves’ home one afternoon. Your parents always reprimanded you for swearing but who cares right now . You clutched tightly onto the new copy of MUSE magazine as your feet hit the pavement. ‘ I actually won !’ You hadn’t bothered to tell Matty or your parents. You wanted to tell Phil first, but he hadn’t come over to visit Matty today—usually Fridays were when they played video games together. You thought it was weird initially but thought nothing of it.
You knocked on the heavy, wooden door, pressed the doorbell multiple times, but he never came to the door. You were confused. ‘ Maybe he’s out back ? ’ , you thought as you trudged over to his backyard’s fence. You were surprised to see it was left slightly ajar, when usually you and Matty always had to wait for Phil to unlock it if you decided to visit his home. Slowly, you nudged the gated fence door open, expecting to see nothing more than the Graves family’s pool, some towering, old trees, and maybe some overgrown grass. But instead your jaw dropped.
By the shining blue pool, Phil had another girl’s hands entangled in his light brown hair. At first you were confused, but you felt your chest tightened when you realized his lips were moving against hers and that his own hands rested on her hips. He was shirtless, his body still drenched in the cool pool water and she wore a light pink bikini. Her own dark red hair was also wet clung to the skin on her pale shoulders. That’s when it hit you: Phil had a girlfriend you didn’t know about, and you’d just walked in on them making out.
You felt your heart stop when from over the girl’s shoulder, you saw Graves’ dark eyes flicker and briefly meet your own. You let out a small gasp, your eyes shifting away quickly. You quickly turned away and your hands clenched tightly around the magazine in your hand, not caring anymore if your artwork featured in it was crushed now. You felt your stomach jolt as you ran back home, fearing you were going to vomit midday in the middle of the street. The red hair. Phil shirtless. The pool. His hands on her hips. The shadows in his eyes. Was that a smirk you saw? Or had you imagined it? It all kept flashing in your head as you jogged back home. You felt like your own brain was torturing you with the images now.
Back home, as you strode toward your room, your throat tightened. Your lips quivered and you felt the few tears still clinging to your eyes begin to slip through. Matty walked out of his room, about to ask you where you were, when he saw the distress etched on your face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
You clenched your teeth as you felt the tears begin to flow freely now down your cheeks. You stepped into your room, but turned around to face him. “Nothing’s wrong!” you growled out, before shutting the door loudly in his face and twisting its lock.
As night fell, you clung tightly to your pillow, your tears staining it as you cried. Your brother continued knocking on the door from time to time, calling your name out in frustration. But no matter what, he couldn’t coax you out of your room. You also didn’t know why you wouldn’t let Matty in. You didn’t even know why your heart broke so much when you saw Phil and that other girl. But from then on, your view of Phil had changed. You didn’t want to face him anymore, to be his brother’s stupid kid sister always lingering around because she had no friends of her own. You were a burden on him. He probably just wanted to hang out with Matty, not you. You wondered, how many times did he want to talk to him about girls or sex, or anything else, and he couldn’t because you were there?
As you drifted off to sleep, eyes puffy from salty tears, you forgot about the crumpled magazine laying on the ground. Your thoughts only revolved around one idea: You were going to do Phil a favor and avoid him at all costs.
#cod x reader#phillip graves x reader#cod fanfic#phillip graves fanfic#phillip graves x you#phil graves x you#phil graves x reader#graves x reader#Authors Has Played Call of Duty
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Graves Headcanons
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As a southern girly myself I have so many headcanons abt my baby girl pookie bear graves. Little drabble while I work on a couple more stories (I've been slacking) but please accept that as an apology.(kinda just made him my dream man)
!!GIF IS NOT MINE!!
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✩You cannot tell me this man didn’t come off of a ranch in north Texas HE SO DID. A big family ranch that was in his family for a couple generations. Only son so he was the main ranchhand.
★Plans on retiring on said farm when he's older and his parents are older/have passed. Would hire ranchhands though so he could retire in peace, and being CEO of the shadow company he has the money to do so.
✩Owns an Australian Shepard (haha) named Cookie (yes this man named his dog Cookie) and takes her everywhere. Any day is bring your dog to work day for graves. And he spoils this dog to death, everytime he goes to the store he's coming home with a new toy or new treats for her.
★Terrified of cats. His moms cat terrorized him when he was younger and he hasn't been the same since. If his partner had a cat though he would slowly overcome his fear.
✩This man (sadly) owns a bright red Jeep truck (I hate jeep trucks but I just know he fucking owns one) and that thing is his whole personality. Totally does the Jeep ducking thing.
★ This man is godly at cooking. Hes one of the very rare white people who know how to use spices right. Everyday that hes home hes cooking something on the grill, weather its hot or cold clear or rainy this man is grilling.
✩ Cannot handle spice, ate a hot cheeto and almost died. If his partner is hispanic/lantino he’ll try to tough through it but on the inside hes crying.
★Totally left handed, cant explain this one but i just know he is. Thinks hes better because of it too and constantly reminds you that its “rare”
✩Man owns so many cowboy hats I can already tell you. Every time you go to store with cowboy hats he's always trying them on asking which one looks best on him and it's the most adorable thing ever
#graves x reader#phil graves x reader#call of duty x reader#phillip graves#phil graves headcanons#graves headcanons#call of duty#cod mw2#mw2 x reader#mw2
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Stay || Phillip Graves
Synopsis - Alejandro Vargas's base had been admired by Phillip Graves, so he took it and turned it into a sizeable covert facility for the Shadows. Whilst Soap and Ghost managed to evade capture, you and Alejandro weren't that lucky. You were taken prisoner and placed into separate cells away from each other. After a few hours, Graves finally comes to see you...
Warnings - NSFW. Dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight voyeurism if you squint, lewd talk, slight degradation.
You were sat on your knees as you looked around the barren cell, the stone walls and flooring made the already tiny room unbelievably cold. If it wasn't for your jacket, you were sure you would have goosebumps. You were currently locked-up in a cell inside Phillip Graves' 'new' sizeable covert facility, one he had admired and taken from your friend Alejandro Vargas.
You were alone in your cell and you had no doubt that Alejandro was on the opposite side of the facility, after all a rescue mission from Ghost and Soap was inevitable and the Shadows needed to make it difficult for them to rescue the two of you. Your hands were uncomfortably tied behind your back and even after many futile attempts to loosen your restraints, they remained securely tied. Your throat was dry and hoarse from all the yelling you had done since you had been thrown in the cell. You demanded to see Graves and the only response you had gotten was "soon".
Your knees were beginning to hurt from being sat in the same position for hours but, just as you were about to shift your weight to change positions, there was movement outside of your cell. You turned your head to the direction of the door and saw two Shadow's fumbling with the keys to your cell. Once they stopped fumbling with the keys and managed to open the door, they entered and dispersed to the corner of the cell revealing Graves to you. He was smiling his usual movie-star smile as he swaggered up to you, playing with a knife between his gloved fingers. "Y/N."
"Graves," you spat out almost venomously. Any love you had previously had for him was now replaced with total distain. He let out a chuckle as he stopped, mere centimetres away from you, placing the knife on his belt. A hand made it's way to your cheek, stroking you every so gently, as if touching you would cause you to shatter into a million pieces all over the floor.
"My love," he tutted, allowing his fingers to trail down to your chin. "I always did love it when you were on your knees for me."
His lewd words had your eyes rolling back into your head with impatience. At one point those words, in that silky voice, would have made your knees weak but now it made your stomach turn. "Grow up," you snapped. You stared directly into Graves' eyes with a hatred you had never held for anybody before and you knew he knew it. But for him, this was all part of the fun.
"Do you not remember my dear?" he asked peering over at the guards. "Do you remember how you would kneel for me and take my cock in your mouth so well?"
"Stop it!" you snapped, glaring at him. It didn't take you long to come to your senses and rip your head away from Graves' grasp but he chased you.
"What's wrong?" Graves asked as he tilted his head to the side. "Embarrassed?"
"No."
"Shadows," Graves took a step back from you now turning his attention to his Shadows in the corner of the room. "Leave and lock the door behind you."
One of them hesitated before speaking up, "are you sure, Sir?"
Graves simply nodded and watched as they walked out, leaving the cell and locking the door behind them as instructed. Locking the door wasn't meant for privacy, after all you could see inside the cell as the 'door' was just bars, it was simply so the two of you weren't easily disturbed. "See, now we're alone," Graves smirked as he patted the top of your head. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I wasn't embarrassed," you retorted. You watched as Graves circled you, like a Hawke circling its prey.
"No, I know you weren't," Graves mumbled. "I know you got high on the possibility of us being interrupted, which is why this is the perfect place." he motioned to the surrounding room with his arms wide.
"The perfect place?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Graves just nodded in reply, watching as your facial expressions went through the motions as you tried to figure out what he meant. When you finally realised, you almost gagged. "I am not having sex with you."
"Think again sweetheart," Graves tutted walking closer to you once more. You furrowed your eyebrows in anger and spat at him. This only angered Graves and caused him to grab your hair in his hand, tilting it to the side to expose your neck to the cool air. He leant down to your ear and whispered, "I know you want too."
"I want too?" you asked, almost laughing in his face. "The old me jumped at every opportunity to be in your bed, but not anymore Graves. Not anymore."
"What changed sweetheart?"
This time, you couldn't help the small laugh of disbelief that rumbled in your throat. "What changed?" you echoed. "You changed, clearly."
"I changed? How?" he asked. His confident demeanour faltered slightly to one of confusion as you continued to speak.
"You took Alejandro's base, Graves. You tried to kill us!"
"I'd never try to kill you sweetheart, you know I love you," he mumbled, letting go of the fistful of your hair. Your head snapped back to its original position before you followed his movements.
"You tried to kill us," you repeated. "And for what? Why, Graves. Tell me, why."
"You wouldn't understand," Graves shook his head before turning to point a finger at you. "But everything I've done, I've done for you."
"For me? Graves, you didn't do anything for me-" you started, only to be cut off by Graves throwing you harshly to the ground. He sat on top of you, straddling you, his eyes baring into your soul.
"I did everything for you, to protect you," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "I love you."
"I loved you too!" you yelled back at him, watching as his eyes widened at the use of past tense language. Without thinking, Graves pressed his lips to yours roughly, seeking some form of intimacy from you. You hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually melted into the kiss. Your mouth opened as you felt Graves poke his tongue into your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you hummed in approval at the sensation. It was safe to say your mind went blank as Graves let his hands roam over your body. Thoughts cast back to previous love-making sessions, some raw and primal while others were soft and gentle, nevertheless they were always memorable. Graves pulled away from the kiss and sat on top of you staring down at you as a whine escaped your throat. You couldn't help but buck your hips up in an attempt to have him fall back on top of you, however Graves stayed put and admired the way you looked beneath him. You wanted nothing more than to pull him back down, but with your arms behind your back you couldn't do anything but ask him. "Kiss me again."
"With pleasure doll," he smiled softly before leaning down and capturing your lips once more in his, this time more passionately than the last. Graves couldn't help but notice the way your hips bucked up against him in a manner that oozed need. From the way you were looking at him, he knew what you wanted... what you needed. He licked your lips before parting ways and staring down at you with doe eyes whispering, "do you want this?" You nodded your head to say yes, but after you saying you weren't going to have sex with him, Graves needed to hear the words leave your lips. "Use your words pretty lady. Do you want this?"
"Yes Graves," you muttered, staring back into his eyes. "I want you, now."
"Then who am I to deny you such things, my lady," Graves chuckled before kissing you once more, almost feverishly. You smiled into the kiss triumphantly and bucked your hips up once more.
"Fancy unshackling me for this?" you asked cheekily tugging on your restraints, however, Graves simply shook his head and flashed you a smile before tugging your trousers and underwear down to your ankles. The sight before him took his breath away, your already glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cell.
"Already wet for me?" Graves hummed, dipping a finger gingerly into your folds. He gauged your reaction and watched as you arched your back at the sudden sensation, desperate for more. He slid his finger inside you with ease and pumped a few times before inserting another finger. This caused you to gasp and arch your back once more, a moan escaping your lips. Graves turned his attention to the cell door before looking at you once more with a raised eyebrow. "Does it excite you? Knowing my people are right outside that door and can look in and see you underneath me at any moment?"
You nodded your head and looked at the door. You were almost aching for somebody to look in and see you being finger-fucked by the Commander of Shadow Company. Your eyes glazed over as you looked back at Graves, the top half of your body being pushed forward with the force in which he was rapidly drilling his fingers into you. He chuckled at your expression before quickly removing his fingers and popping them into your mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. You followed your orders and sucked on the two fingers that had been inside of you, tongue swirling around the tips languidly. "Good girl," he mused quietly, using his free hand to unzip his khakis and freeing his hard cock from its restraints.
You looked down and gasped slightly, Graves' fingers falling out of your mouth. "I swear you've gotten bigger since last time," you whispered marvelling at his cock.
"This is what you being tied up does to me angel," Graves chuckled. He used his saliva-lubed hand to grip his length and give himself a few tugs before getting off of you and tapping your ass gently. "Turn over for me, get on your knees." You nodded and obliged rolling over, with some difficulty, to get onto your still cuffed-hands and knees. It took a second before Graves was lining up with your entrance, his hand on the back of your head pushing your cheek against the cold, stone floor. "Ready sweetheart?" he asked.
"Yes," you whispered breathlessly, closing your eyes tightly and bracing for the initial thrust. You yelped in surprise when Graves pushed himself into you, bottoming out completely in a matter of seconds. Despite the sudden burning feeling of being stretched, you moaned at the idea you were finally full of him once more.
"Oh God," Graves moaned loudly. You panicked and checked the cell door to make sure nobody was peering through, but nobody was... yet. "You feel so good."
"So do - ah - so do you," you moaned out as he began to thrust in and out of you. Although this wasn't your first rendezvous with Graves, it always felt like the first. He always found new ways to pleasure you, new positions to try and new ways to embarrass you with the words he said.
"Such a tight little cunt, and it's all for me," Graves moaned out, pulling out of you before slamming back in.
"Yes!" you chanted. "It's all for you!"
Graves wasted no time in spanking you flat against your cheeks that were on display for him. Red marks formed in the shape of his hand, something he would be proud of for days to come - if he could show people, he would. He knew you always had a thing for wanting to be put on display for people to see. You yelped in pain at the sudden contact against your ass, but was quick to moan when the pain subsided. Every sensation, every feeling, was always new with Graves and it was something you treasured.
You were about to ask for it harder, but Graves read your mind. He grabbed fistfuls of your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. He spat in your face and laughed at your expression of surprise. "What's wrong? Gonna cry?" he asked. You shook your head as a no, which earned a smile from Graves as he patted your head. "'Atta girl."
"Gonna cum," you groaned out. Graves was relentless in his thrusts, never faltering or slowing down as he continued to pound into you.
"That's right baby, you can cum," Graves nodded, tightening his grip on your hair. "Cum for me you dumb whore."
"Gonna cum!" you repeated, louder this time as your release neared. It only took a few more thrusts before you were cumming all over Graves' cock.
"Fuck," Graves groaned, lolling his head back. "I can feel you gripping me baby. God, you're gonna milk me dry." You were unable to say anything in response as your orgasm washed over you. Graves continued rutting into you, his thrusts faltering slightly which signalled to you that he was close to cumming himself. Graves' grip on your hair loosened as he dropped his hands to your curves, nails digging into the fat on your hips. "I'm cumming now!" Graves announced as he continued to thrust into you at a quick pace. It took a few more staggered movements, but eventually Graves was spilling himself into your tight cunt, groaning your name as he did.
You looked over at the cell door to see the two Shadows from earlier peering their head round to see what all the noise was about, but they were quick to look away and resume position when they realised what was going on. "Jesus Christ," you mumbled, flopping onto the floor.
"Yeah," Graves agreed, pulling out of you with a slight pop. "That was amazing."
"Tell me about it," you replied, flipping over to look at Graves with lust-filled eyes that had glazed over from tears of pleasure.
"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly as he zipped up his pants.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied. You motioned down to your pants and laughed to yourself slightly, "mind helping me with these?" you tugged on your restraints reminding him that you couldn't pull up your pants.
"No," he smirked devilishly. "Want everybody to see who you belong too."
"Graves," you warned, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Alright, alright," he raised his hands up in defeat before he made his way over to you and helping you pull up your underwear and pants. He buttoned them up perfectly and you shuddered as you felt his cum drip down the side of your thigh. "Come on, spill, what's wrong."
"They'll come for me soon," you sighed. You knew Ghost and Soap wouldn't let you rot away in this new covert facility, they would come for you and Alejandro.
"When they do, you're gonna have to make a choice darlin," Graves said shaking his head.
"A choice?" you asked, cocking your head to one side.
"Whether you wanna stay here with me or," Graves paused for a second before he continued his sentence. "Go with them."
You stayed silent as you looked Graves up and down. You couldn't stay here - what Graves was doing was wrong, maybe you could talk him out of it. Maybe you could talk him into leaving whatever mistakes he had made in the past and move forward with you into the future. You knew your place was with Ghost and Soap, not with Phillip Graves and Shadow Company.
Graves looked at you, his eyes speaking to you before the words left his lips. He undid the restraints on your arms, finally, and you sighed a sigh of relief. "Please... stay with me."
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[ listening ] • p. graves
synopsis - phillip listens in on you and an unnamed shadow having sex.
pairing - unnamed shadow/reader. phillip graves/reader.
warnings - nsfw. pining. swearing.
fancy buying me a coffee? | ao3. | requests: open.
it was the dead of night and graves couldn't sleep. he spent what felt like that last few hours tossing and turning in his bed, thoughts of you plagued his head. graves had been pining for you for months now and knowing you were next door filled him with a rage he hadn't felt in a long time. you should be in his bed, with him. not some shadow who's name wasn't even worth remembering.
graves wondered what you were up to in that bedroom. he wondered if you were fast asleep or if you were just talking, then suddenly he heard a headboard slam against the wall.
at first, graves didn't think anything of it. he was so sleep deprived, he wouldn't have been surprised if he was hallucinating but when the noise came again his ears picked up. and what a sweet sound he heard. "fuck," you whimpered loudly. the headboard continued banging against the wall which sent more moans tumbling from your lips.
you were being fucked.
graves felt his cock hardening at the thought. thoughts of your naked body underneath his had been an imagine he had long thought about and one day, he promised himself, one day you would be his. but tonight, he had to do with what he had.
pulling his boxers down, graves flopped his hardening cock out and spat on his hand before beginning to pump at his length. his eyes fluttered closed as he continued to imagine what you would be like beneath him: how soft your body would be, how you cunt would clench tightly around his cock as he would pound into you.
there were a few hard thrusts of the headboard against the wall and you cried out, "please don't cum yet."
graves mumbled to himself, slowly jerking himself off to thoughts of you. images of you in lewd positions flashed through his mind and he would give anything to see what was going on in the other room right now. he should be jealous, but with his dick this hard, it was difficult.
he imagined his hand was your cunt, gripping it tightly like a vice. the click of his hand mixed with pre-cum enabling smooth movements down his thick length. the headboard smashed against the wall again and you whimpered. "be quiet whore. you don't want to wake up the commander," he heard his shadow growl at you. "or is that something you'd like? the commander knowing i'm fucking you senseless?"
"yes," you croaked out loud enough for graves to hear.
"why hmm? you got a little thing for him? you dirty slut," his shadow groaned, thrusting harder into you.
"yes," you moaned out again.
"such a little slut."
graves felt his heart soar at the possibility of you having a 'thing' for him, so much so the thought had him so close already. he slowed down his movements on his cock to pace himself, not wanting to cum until you did.
"you want him so much hmm? moan his name then!" the shadow said, a sharp smack echoed in graves' room. no doubt you'd just been spanked and you let out a sharp cry. "i said moan his fucking name!"
"phillip!" you cried out, your fingers making their way to your clit to circle the sensitive bud roughly.
graves ears were ringing at this point. hearing his name leave your lips always had been music to his ears, but hearing it in such a lewd tone made it all the better. graves couldn't help but grip his cock tighter and fist it at a pace so quick, his arm started to hurt.
"fuck i'm cumming!" you called out, muffling your screams by biting into the pillow.
"cummin' too y/n," graves growled underneath his breath.
before he knew it, hot sticky ropes of cum were trailing down his hand and spluttered over his bare stomach. there were a few more thrusts and bangs of the headboard before everything went silent. and once again graves was left alone in his thoughts.
the jealousy bubbled up in his gut finally. the post-nut clarity settling in. with his free hand, graves ran a hand through his hair and wiped some sweat off of his forehead. he needed to clean up. he stood up from his bed and pulled his boxers up. grabbing some trousers from off his floor, he hoisted them on and made his way to the bathroom. just as he stepped outside of his room, you followed suit. you were wearing a large shirt that cut off just above your knees and graves felt his legs go weak.
"phillip," you whispered weakly.
"y/n," graves said carefully, trying to find his voice. "you okay sweetheart?"
"'m good," you replied. "just heading to the bathroom."
"oh, me too," graves said awkwardly. you could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife. you knew graves had heard you from his facial expression, and given the fact he couldn't look you straight in the eyes. you felt shame bubble in your stomach as you looked down the hall. "you go first."
"you sure?" you asked. graves just nodded and you turned to make your way down the hall. before you could take anymore steps, graves grabbed your forearm and spun you round so you were facing him once more.
"i love you doll," he whispered before letting go of your arm and retreating back into his room. he could clean himself up properly later, but for now he had to sit in his bed and think about the problems he may have just caused by confessing his love to you.
this fic goes out too @sarahs-secrets2 for inspiring me to write a graves fic, i know it's short but i hope you like it nevertheless! never stop writing angel!
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I think I’m going to shamefully write smut for the walking betrayal of a man from COD MW2…..
#of course I mean mr Fill Graves himself#what have I become#Phil graves x reader#commander phillip graves#graves x reader#graves x Fem reader#Phillip graves x reader#call of duty fanfic#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare 2 fanfic#Phil graves x fem reader#graves x you#Phil graves x you#Phillip graves x you
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Sorry for blowing up your inbox, but you've really got my creative juices flowing. So I want to expand on 2 ideas.
No. 1
Shrike Harpy Reader w/ oblivious Graves (bc from my knowledge, he's usually a vampire or regular guy) or Ghost (bc he was human before)
In which Shrike reader is getting progressively more obvious with their advances bc Ghost/Graves don't understand. The particular idea I had was where they think it's some kind of threat or prank. So reader is getting more obvious, and they think that the threat/prank is getting more intense.
That would be hilarious! Obviously, they will either find out or be told about the advances eventually. But the idea that you are courting them and they miss the mark entirely is so funny to me. Especially if their teammates laugh and refuse to tell them the obvious truth.
No. 2
Going off of the spider's sexual dimorphism + a different version of monster au. Pairing spider hybrid reader w/ octopus (cthulhu?) König (if you do reqs for him), where spider reader looks at him and is like:
So you're telling me there's an eight-legged hybrid, approximately five times my size, that could snap my spine like a toothpick, just beyond enemy lines.... Do you need someone to volunteer for a solo recon mission any time soon?
Oh no! My recon mission turned into a hostage situation, how unfortunate. But while I'm here, I should interrogate him... yeah, interrogating is exactly what I'll be doing with this giant tied up man rn....
👑 anon
No, no, anon I'm always so happy reading all the stuff you guys send me! I know next to nothing about Konig except the stuff I've read about him that turns him into a really perverted disgusting degenerate and while I'm not comfortable writing that, I hope one of my mutes picks it up bc it is super cool! I got a dancing with Ghost ask I really wanna do so Graves it is lol
CW:SWF-ish turns suggestive at the end, Graves being oblivious
Graves hates being the butt of the joke.
For the last couple of months he's been getting 'gifts' in the form of chunks of meat stabbed through various knives. It had started a knife being stabbed through burgers and steaks(typical American food), which he couldn't eat, but slowly progressed to rarer and rarer pieces of meat until he wound up finding just raw and bloody chunks of meat; a leg of some large animal turned into a pincushion, a still beating heart stabbed through with a knife, livers shish kebabed on a bayoneted blade. . .
And he'd find them everywhere, in the communal fridge, in his office, in his room. And while he didn't mind the free meal, he was a little unnerved. He knew it was you doing it because he had screened the minds of all his shadow's, but he didn't know why you were doing it.
He can see the way his shadows smirk at you when he finds another bloody organ skewered on your favorited knife in the fridge, your feathers puffing up and a not so quiet chirp escaping your lips when he sneaks the meat away to feast on.
You also become more touchy with him when you notice him accepting your gifts, though he has no idea of it. He trusts you, which is why you're allowed to sneak up on him, your wings spreading out to wrap around him like a cloak as you chirp a "Hello commander."
It makes him jump out of his skin, and though he chastises you about it, it's never as harsh as he could make it, his shadows giving him a knowing look that he can't reciprocate.
That's the worst part. None of his shadows will tell him anything.
He doesn't know much about your species of harpy except for the generalized knowledge of extreme speed and craftiness, so he can't figure out if this is some kind of joke, or threat, or you just seeing him as part of the flock? Or maybe it means nothing? He's especially confused when you grow bolder and one day he walks into his office to see a Bison leg sitting on his desk, once again skewered. Where did you even get the bloody bison? Hell knows but certainly not him.
Eventually a shadow grows annoyed by your constant bloody gifts in the fridge and with a very annoyed huff drops a harpy encyclopedia on his desk.
He'll need to get them a gift basket after this; he spends the next few hours just reading about all kinds of harpies, ears progressively getting hotter as the book delves deep into every aspect of the harpies, each sub-race's specific courting and matting habit and making him feel like he's reading porn.
Then he finds a chapter about your type of harpy, eyes growing wide like dinnerplates as he reads about your quirks. He doesn't know whether to go search for a cross or tissues. He reads more and more, turning pages upon pages, his eyes scorching every anatomical picture into his brain and making him think of what you're packing, his pants growing tight as the minutes tick down.
Just his luck that you'd decided the moment when his face is the hottest to walk into his office without knocking, another skewered offering on a plate in your hands.
"Christ!" He yelps, slamming the book shut and looking at you like you're his parent and caught him looking at a playboy magazine.
You puff up in surprise, your wings spreading out a bit before flattening back to your back, a soothing chirp leaving your lips. It used to mean nothing to him, now he knows what it means, his cock getting a bit harder in his pants.
"You alright commander?" You ask, walking closer, the talons of your feet clicking against the ground.
"Yes, yep, perfectly fine." He grunts, desperately hoping his vampiric state will suppress the heat in his face, but to no avail. "You-" His eyes settle on the plate in your hands, his body practically conditioned to salivate when he sees a familiar knife sticking out of the food.
"I?" You ask, then you note the book on his desk, your head tilting in confusion. "Graves?"
He swallows, eyes darting from the food to you, and he doesn't know which one he's starved for more. "You've been wooing me like a dolly huh?" He asks.
"Yeah." You're unsure of what else to say, in your head, had he not wanted your advances he would have never taken your offerings. Then you realize. "Don't tell me you just noticed." You deadpan.
Graves gives that awkward chuckle you've grown to love, and you decide you need to be bolder. You place the plate on his desk and lean over it, a coo rumbling in your chest— deeper, rougher, seductive.
"How about I show you what I want?"
#gnome's tea break#x reader#gnome correspondence#trinkets from the hoard#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves#cod x reader#cod modern warfare#monster cod au#monster 141 au#👑 anon#gn reader#phil
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You didn't exactly want to admit how you felt about it. Your fathers best friend, Philip, was a pain in the ass. Quite literally as well.
Every time he came over, he was all over you, and along with your father. And even worse, your mother's job had her away constantly. And it wasn't like you could text her. Not when your dad had to give you a phone and watch what you did on it before taking it back.
It was ironic given that he was watching porn all the time on his phone. You had walked in on him once or twice. You still weren't sure if he was really close or if he had come to you both times. You hoped for the latter, obviously.
Philip wasn't the brightest either, as stated. Whereas your father was with you all the time, every time phil came over, his advances were clear. Missing panties, bras, shirts.. you name it. Even your own jewelry? The worst part is he would tell you exactly what he'd do with them. And return them to you.. with their own new design. More of, covered in cum. Needless to say, those panties were thrown away. But you didn't have an infinite supply of the damn fuckers, so there you were. Sitting alone in your room with no panties and a tight little top for bed.
You preferred tighter clothes for bed since they didn't slide around as much. You dad didn't seem to think it was for that. It was surely just to turn him on.. According to him.
You had lost doorknob privileges due to talking back when it was really just you telling him about why you decided to wear tight clothes. He wouldn't even let you buy baggy ones. Said you'd look homeless every time.
So, under your covers, you were really just in a camisole. Just a baby pink shirt, nothing special. You were so ready for bed. It was the middle of the week, and you had classes tomorrow at your college, so you had to get your beauty sleep. Until...
You heard a knock at the front door, then a few clicks of the doorbell. You already knew who it must've been.
Fucking phillip.
"Hey!!" He shouted, seeing your father. You pictured the scene in your head since you were upstairs. Sulking in dread as you already knew what was about to happen. You heard muffled voices.. and then walking up the stairs. You saw your dad's silhouette through the small hole of your absent doorknob.
"Phil wants to see you, baby doll." He peeked his head in, and you audibly groaned. "No." You mumbled, glaring at him.
"No attitude. You know fuckin' better. Get up, you're saying hi. And just for that, you'll be spending about an hour with us since you wanna be such an uptight brat." He glanced at his watch before watching you instead of disappearing. You just looked back. Wouldn't he leave?
"Get up. You wanna test me?" He growled, walking in and getting closer to you. He hovered over you, his eyes staring daggers into yours. "If you wanna be a fucking brat do it so phil can see. Get the fuck up, y/n." He said in a yelling whisper voice. The type your mom would use when you were misbehaving in public.
Abruptly, he tugged your covers off just as you were about to say anything. No panties.. no covers. No privacy. He glanced down, taking a look at your bare pussy. "Oh so you're being a slut now? Is that it?" He said, rolling his eyes before grabbing your arm. "I don't have any underwear!" You protested, but he dragged you out of bed regardless despite you trying to fight him. There was no use. He was twice your size.. you weren't exactly a fighter either.
He pulled you down the stairs and led you into the kitchen.. only Phil to be there with a grin on his face. "What's wrong? Missing something?" He asked, glancing down at your hands tugging down at your camisole to cover yourself. Your cheeks flushed, embarrassment and anger setting in. You were flustered, and your own father threw you at a man whore. "Fuck off." You snapped at him, only to get a rough push into the counter by your dad, his body pushing you into the cold marble. "You will not speak to our guests that way, do you understand." He roughly whispered into your ear with gritting teeth before pushing off you after your little scolding.
You stood there, practically fuming. You glared at phil, only making him chuckle, his eyes drifting down to your pussy.. a little bush of pubes very visible, along with your pussy lips.
"Wanna tell Phil why you don't wanna wear underwear, hm?" John seemed to have calmed a bit, almost a playful tone as he glanced down too.. feeling a bit of blood rush to his cock.
"Because someone took all my panties and used them to jerk off with." You said dryly, eyes connected with Phil's as he finally looked up, tilting his head. "Wasn't me, baby. Must've been your dirty daddy." He laughed, only for John to laugh with him. Your dad's hand slipping around your waist before sliding down to your ass.. giving it a rough squeeze. "Guess we'll have to get you some more, huh?" John said, his hand leaving you to reach out to the fridge only to grab two beers. Despite being of age, you still weren't allowed to drink. Or basically do anything for that matter.
He passed the beer to Phil for him to smirk, tipping his head up as a thanks before he opened the cap with just his thumb. You were surprised he didn't have a deep cut of some kind. You guessed it was from all the shit he did over the years.. creating a rough callous on each of his fingertips. John did the same, for them to take a few sips, dramatically smacking and doing what older men had to.
"You just wanna stand there? If you need something to do, you can always start cleaning. Something a woman like you should be doing." He said, taking a quick sip before chuckling softly. "Or actually, a girl like you."
Fucking prick. You chose not to talk. It would only get you either having to actually do that or screamed at.. or worse. You shuddered at the thought. They both began to chat.. while you stood there awkwardly.. backing away slowly.
John didn't seem to notice. Nor care. So, you crept up the stairs, being sure to avoid the creaky parts before getting into bed, shutting your eyes. You prayed they wouldn't notice you disappeared, but they would eventually. You were just afraid of what would happen.
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"Wanna fuck her?" Phil said. He wasn't lightweight. He knew well what he was doing. What he was asking from your father. And your dad did, too. He wasn't dumb. "Why wouldn't i?" He said back, glancing at each other.
"Her fault for wearing that shit.." Phil cursed under his breath, palming himself as they stood above your bed.. watching your body squirm in whatever dream you were having. John's eyes were focused on your ass. Perked out as you were cuddled into yourself.. curled up. You said sweet little nothings.. soft hums coming from your mouth as your pussy soon glistened.
To answer the question.. yes. You liked it. You loved it. The attention was horrible, but the outcome? God. Your poor pussy needed cock. You were still a virgin due to your dad being a prick and not letting you lose it.. so your fingers and household items were really the best you had. And you couldn't even deny it if you were asked. You had wet dreams about fuckng yourself on your dad's cock maybe every night.
Your pussy was practically dripping. John groaned softly.. his cock perking in his jeans. "Fuck.. pretty girl.." he mumbled, bending his knees as he moved his hands to your ass.. rubbing it before sticking a finger in your tight little hole.. the warm wetness sucking him in. Phil was unbuckling his jeans.. pulling his boxers down and stroking his meaty cock in no time as he watched your father finger you..
"So fuckin' tight..." he rose from his position.. pulling his cock out as well.. moving down once more.. just now on your bed. You still hadn't awoke yet since your dream was also quite action packed. You didn't notice the dips in the bed where your father's knees had gone.. his hand guiding his cock along your wet folds, a grunt leaving his lips as he took everything in him not to cum right there and then. Phil hummed behind him, precum from his cock making wet noises as he pumped his cock.. grabbing one of your arms from where it was tucked in your chest before gliding it over his cock instead. Soon, both the men were groaning.. only fondling with you now.
John decided it was enough. So, he began to push his cock inside you, Phil now moving onto the bed aswell, on the other side as he rubbed his cock against your cheek. They were both getting what they wanted before your eyes began to flicker open.. Phil reacting immediately. He slipped his cock in your mouth, holding your head as he licked his lips.. eyes rolling back as he began to buck his hips against your tongue. You hummed... the foreign feeling of something prodding at your pussy making you mumble more.. little movements coming from you as you finally began to realize what was taking place. You moaned as your stepdad began to work himself in further, groans leaving his lips as you squeezed around his cock. You whimpered.. hands tugging on Phil as he lifted your head farther on his cock.. guiding you as you moaned around both of them.
"Fuck, baby.." Phil cursed. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." He began to thrust into your mouth, your eyes widening as you gagged and choked on his girth. He was huge.. you could feel how slimy his cock was from his precum.. and even better, your daddy was thrusting into you at the same time, cock covered in your sticky arousal as lube. He began to spoon you, rutting up into your core as you moaned, his hand reaching around to play with your clit at the same time.
"So tight, princess.. love this big ol' cock dontcha' babe.." he purred into your ear, quickening his pace as he groaned and bit at your neck.. Phil bruising your throat at the same time. John knew you were helpless. He knew you were just a little toy for him now.. and he fucking loved it.
He thrusted and thrusted, finger quickening on your sensitive bud as Phil began to slow down.. sloppy thrusts following as he quickly pulled out of your mouth, pumping his cock quickly.. "fuckfuckfuck.. cmon.. fuck.. baby.." His feet scrunched as you moaned on your daddy's cock, little whimpers leaving you as you closed your eyes.. Phil shooting cum all over your face.. the gooey white substance dripping from his tip as he groaned.. swallowing hard as he watched John practically pound into your pussy as he sucked on your neck. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy.." He said, voice rough and gravelly as he tried to keep his composure inside you.. his free hand going under you and slipping beneath your shirt to cup your tit.. pinching your nipples.
"Fuck! Ah.. too much!" You whined.. shorted breaths leaving you as you reached down to play with your clit.. your breath quickening as you came closer and closer to the edge.
"Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over step daddy's cock?" He grunted, obviously close himself as he kept going steadily, your clit burning with heat as you finally came.. short gasps leaving you as you whimpered.. mumbling yes over and over again as you father came quickly after cock pushed up into your cervix as he came.. hips jolting as he hummed.. "ur' pussy belongs to me, doll.. daddy's girl.."
He had filled you to the brim with his cum.. eventually pulling out only for the cum to ooze out of you.. body shaking as you gasped.. feeling the absence of your dad's cock as you drifted back to sleep..
"Never getting a filling that good from anyone else.." he whispered, kissing your forehead as he presumably got dressed with Phil... leaving you to your dreams as you slept.
This took so unbelievably long to make. It looks so short, too 😭. I hope you enjoyed it!! lmk if you want a part 2 maybe?? If this gets traction maybe but idk I'm not gonna like waste time if it's not gonna be enjoyed yknow 🤧
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Rating: Mature
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Relationship: Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader
Characters: Reader, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Author Has Played Call of Duty, Childhood Friends, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, slight age gap, Civilian!Reader, Pre-Canon, Jealousy, Angst, Kissing, Time Skips, Slight OOC Graves, Brother's Best Friend.
Words: 1,990 | Chapters: 2/5
Authors: @orphancains & @collinnmckinley
Chapter 2: The Dinner.
Chapter Summary:
Your parents invite Phil and his new pretty girlfriend to dinner, and things take a turn but not for the better.
A/N: Here we are, the next chapter. I hope you guys like it :).
the fic can also be found on AO3
tags will be updated!!
Phillip was already out the door after hanging out with Matty at his house all day. Usually, he expected to run into you and even let you watch as he and Matty played video games. Sometimes you would even jump in and play for one of them. But you were locked in your room the whole time he was there. Phillip figured it was just that you were studying like your dad wanted you to. But when he said goodbye to Matty and walked away from near your bedroom door, he noticed that that was when you unlocked your door.
As he started walking toward his car, Phillip noticed that he’d left behind his copy of Madden in Matty’s room. Turning around, he cursed to himself. When he knocked on the door to your house again, this time your mother answered the door.
He gave her a stiff smile. “Hi, I just forgot one of my games in Matty’s room,” he said.
“Oh, I hadn’t even realized you’d left already, Phillip.” She glanced down at her watch. “It’s almost time for dinner. How come you’re not staying over? We’ve always got a spot for you at the table, as you know.”
Phil staying for dinner wasn’t unheard of. Usually his home was empty, and he’d end up ordering takeout on his dad’s credit card. But he was still testing the waters with a new girl he met, Marisa. And after his date with her the other day where they kissed after swimming, he thought maybe he could start taking things more seriously with her beyond a short summer fling.
He grimaced at your mother’s question. “Actually, I was going to have dinner with a friend of mine. Well, actually, she’s a girl I’m interested in.” He dug his nail into the palm of his hand when he realized what he’d said. Why couldn’t he just call Marisa his girlfriend?
Your mom leaned against the door frame, eyes widened slightly as she understood what he said. “Oh, I see now. I can see why you’d—”
“Even better!” your dad emerged from behind your mother. He was a tall, looming man, always dressed in a suit from work and his skin taut always taut from grinning. “Maybe you having a girl over will finally convince Matthew to start looking for another girlfriend. And someone better than that other girl. Never liked her.”
Your mother scoffed at her husband.
Your dad continued, “Phil, by all means, bring the girl over. You don’t even have to stay long if you don’t want to.”
Phil swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah sure I’ll—I’ll let her know she can come over.”
Your dad clapped his hands together proudly, while your mom retreated back into the house upon hearing this. “Fantastic!” he boomed.
You sat across from the dinner table from Phil and his new girlfriend. You tried not to stare, but peaked her a few seconds at a time to get a good look at her. She had long dark red, wavy hair that she wore in a messy, loose ponytail. Her eyes were green, her bands dusting her face just above them. Dark freckles littered across her otherwise pale nose and cheeks that she had painted with a noticeable blush. She could’ve been 16 to 18 years old, but you couldn’t tell. You’d never seen her before, aside from the brief moment at Phil’s pool. But she had to have gotten to know Phil from somewhere.
They talked and chattered for the first ten minutes of dinner, your dad refusing to let any moment go by in silence. You’d learned she was planning to go to college to become a travel nurse to see the world. The two had met when she was walking. You wanted to roll your eyes at this, but instead silently listened and idly stabbed your steak with your fork.
You hoped and prayed that she would just ignore you, so that you could ignore her. But she had to start asking you questions.
“Phillip told me you draw,” she started with a small smile. “I tried drawing when I was really into cartoons when I was a little kid , but I stopped.” It didn’t escape you that she emphasized the word ‘kid’ as she spoke, you never liked it when people treated you as such so to say that you didn’t like the way she said it would be an understatement.
Without thinking, you narrowed your eyes into a glare but said nothing back. Phil furrowed his brow in confusion at seeing you turn so taciturn. He’d hoped you and Marisa would get along great, especially since she had little sisters of her own.
Right next to you, Matty noticed how tense you’d become. When he spoke to you alone before dinner, you were calm and otherwise happy. Yet, as soon as you took your seat across Phil and Marisa, you grew deadly quiet. “Yeah, actually, she’s an amazing artist,” he spoke up. “She doesn’t just draw either, right? She also is pretty good at painting.”
Marisa didn’t say anything in return. The silence grew thicker and more suffocating, but Matty kept on nervously rambling in hopes that someone else would speak.
“In fact! One of her artworks recently won an award. In this magazine—I think it’s called MUSE , right?” He looked over at you for an answer and you reluctantly nodded. He still beamed as he bragged about you.” She’s even going to get some scholarship money for it.” But at this you only pursed your lips and wished you could disappear from being in the dinner table’s spotlight.
From the corner of your eye, you could see your dad shifting uncomfortably. You’d purposefully avoided telling him about your art winning a prize. He thought you were totally devoted to your other school studies this summer. But Phil instead folded his arms on the table, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “That’s great! Congrats, Y/N.”
When you didn’t reply to him, Phil continued. “Maybe you can show the drawing to Marisa and I to have a look at it?”
Marisa hummed. “I never heard of that magazine. Did a lot of other people also submit their work, or was it just kids?”
Without uttering anything, you stood up from your seat, the legs of the chair groaning loudly as you did. You wiped your hands with your napkin before tossing it onto your plate. Until now, you didn’t realize your hands were trembling from your ire. You’d barely touched the food on your plate, but you could not stand to sit there any more. You refused to look back at Philip, or Marisa, or even Matty for that matter.
You could hear your mom, stunned at your behavior, calling for you as you stormed away. Matty rubbed his hand across his face in frustration, he understood your anger. It wasn’t just a drawing. It was an oil painting, something that you’ve been working hard to perfect, and he knew that Phillip flipping the conversation of your painting to one about Marisa and him would annoy you. And Marisa’s question felt like a bomb had gone off in the middle of the dinner table. In the corner of your eyes as you walked off, you could see your mom burying her face in her hands, and your dad’s face was hard as stone with rage. You knew you’d get an earful tomorrow.
But at that moment, you didn’t care. Seeing how Marisa and the others saw you as nothing more than a child who drew dumb doodles, and hearing how Phil reacted to the news of your prize sent a bitter feeling rising up your throat to your mouth. In your room, you once again locked your door. This time you did not cry out in sobs like you had days before, but a few angry, rapid tears streamed down your face before you buried yourself under your bed sheets.
Phil let out a sharp breath when he entered his car. He heard Marisa shut her door beside him as she entered too. He hadn’t imagined that dinner could go disastrous. Yet, here he was afterward with Marisa who also had permanent red blush across her cheeks from how riled up she’d gotten.
Before getting in the car, Marisa stayed inside the house talking to your mom about what sororities are worth looking into for college, while Matty and him lingered out in the front yard. Matty had never looked so serious to Phil, even though he’d known him since they were little kids.
Phil drove silently, Marisa looking out the window of his car with hard eyes while she clutched tightly onto her purse from her nerves.
“God, that was something,” she breathed out, taking her red hair out of its ponytail and running her hand through it. “Not exactly what I imagined this night would go.”
Phil opened his mouth to speak, but Marisa continued. “Honestly, your friend Matty’s sister is such a little shit.”
Still driving, Phil felt the muscles in his shoulders constrict and his jaw clench.
“Like, I tried being nice by talking to her about her drawings or whatever, but she was such a brat. I know she’s going through puberty and all, but— hello ? We all have to go through puberty. It’s not an excuse to be such a bi—”
Without letting her finish Phil turned quickly, slamming his foot on the brakes and stopping his car on the side of the road. He stayed still in his seat for a second before starting speaking to her with gritted teeth and voice so low she feared the worst. “Marisa, I swear to fucking god,” he took a deep breath before continuing “if you don’t stop talking about her like that, I’m going to veer us both off the damn road before you get home.”
Eyes wide and mouth ajar, Marisa clasped onto the window beside her in shock. When Phil turned to look at her, his eyes were hard and filled with what she could only describe as hatred in that moment. He breathed deeply again, pursing his lips and put his car slowly back into drive. The drive back was mainly quiet, aside from the sound of the car’s engine and the muffled music coming from passing cars. Phil couldn’t comprehend why he was feeling so angry, but then the words began to spill from his mouth without him realizing.
“She’s Matty’s sister,” Phil spoke with anger still lingering in his voice. “But I’ve known her for years, long enough that I know if she’s sad even if she doesn’t show it. That if she’s ever felt lonely, it becomes my responsibility to make her feel otherwise. We’re not related by blood, obviously, but what we have is beyond being related by blood. She’s my little sister. And I told you that before we even got in the car, but you clearly didn’t understand what I meant.”
Phil finally pulled up to her home, pulling in her driveway and parking the car. He thought the drive back would clear his mind, remind him that he still wanted to date her. But instead, he couldn’t look at Marisa without resentment and disgust clouding his vision.
“I think it’s best that we stop seeing each other,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.
Marisa stiffened before finally nodding quickly, still shaken by his reaction. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she noticed Phil continued to avoid looking at her.
Once she shut the door to his car, he breathed out before cursing to himself. He realized how tight his hands were around the steering wheel and attempted to loosen and move his fingers.
As he drove back home, he couldn’t help but feel more regret for tonight flooding him. He wanted to find a way to make it up to you.
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something...ANYTHING about graves. I need that southern mouth on me somewhere ugh I will short-circuit.
adore ur writing, lovely!! <33
like i said, free use with graves is definitely something he's into. i mean, the opportunity to fuck your tight asshole while you cook dinner, making sure not to burn anything while he pulls your shirt up and gropes your soft tits with his large, calloused hands :( you mewl, holding back and biting moans as he fucked deeper into your hole. little cunt swallowing his girth whole, your slick and sloppy pussy coating his veiny shaft in your juices.
“tha's it, darlin'. what a good girl f'me, you just love bein' used by me, don't ya'? dirty fuckin' girlll.. sweethear', you're squeezin' 'round me so tightly.”
the head of his cock slapped against your womb once again, spurting ropes of potent cum into you and pulling out to admire the mess he'd made :( he gets so hard knowing he has his cum oozing out of you, especially when you continue to do tasks in the same panties, now cum-soaken and stained. your dripping cunt a whole mess and your hips left with indents from his tight grip. :(
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What's that one country pop song.
Honey, I'm Good.
Corny, corny ass song.
But I can feel Rancher!Graves' shit-eating grin in my bones.
Graves and his partner- a pretty little thing when two of you were side by side. He wasn't much older than you, yet he had always seemed so given how old fashioned he was- something about the etiquette he followed; how he would open the door of his truck for you to help you in and out, or how he pulled your chair out for you at the dinner table.
The visits to the saloon are less and less frequent now that he's got someone to come home to at the end of the day, but a quick drink to catch up with the other folk every now and then never hurt anyone. News usually traveled fast through town, but for some odd reason, you being Phil's partner didn't.
Or, maybe it did, and everyone expected worse from him. Hushed tone and whispers about how poor little you had been ensnared by Phil's charm. He was reliable for jobs, sure, but the way he was able to smooth talk his way through anything and everything had some people reeling at the idea of him actually being tied down to someone; he was assigned to be the forever-bachelor.
And as much as you hated to admit it, your mind lingered in doubt sometimes. Laying in bed with him, watching in the moonlight as he fell asleep and wondering if he really meant it earier when he said he thought of you and handed you that pretty bouquet of flowers that definitely had to be imported from another state.
Did he really mean to stare at you that lovingly when you brought out a glass of sweet tea for him when he was out hauling around the hay bales?
What about when he held you on the couch when you two were watching that shitty horror movie after dinner, and he jerked you closer and squeezed you after one of the most predictable jumpscares flashed over the screen?
Phil was a great guy. Secure, friendly, plenty capable and ready to help. Cheeky. Unassuming too, if you tried really hard to forget about his rodeo career. He knew better than to brag. And to you, and only you, he was clingy. He tried to make sure you knew that he was dedicated. Lingering touches, long looks, greedy kisses and tight hugs.
If anyone asked you, he was the sweetest thing. Never afraid to love you and show that he really meant it. If you asked anyone else, Phil was like a dog; one that would come when called for a job, willing to play fetch with anyone if they asked nice enough.
So when some other pretty little thing came up and seated herself on the stool next to his to introduce herself to him with that look on her face, no one batted an eye. Well, no one did until he finally finished the glass of whiskey he had been nursing through their mostly one-sided conversation.
"Nah, I'm good."
And heads whipped to look at him. Rejection? Rejection from Phil?
Of course. Phil was serious about you.
"Already got my honey waitin' f' me at home."
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#Rancher AU#Graves.#Mini.#Honestly I don't really like this song but it's an earworm.#Phil is someone that everyone is surprised to find out he has a partner.#Not because he's slimy or anything#but probably because he's an idiot and doesnt reciprocate flirting seriously.#Somehow caught on with you though!#God bless this stupid little cowboy.#Phillip Graves x gn!Reader#cod mw2#cod mwii
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Y'all phil graves from cod is growing on me and I need to get him pregnant ( I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN I SWEAR)
I'm so close to writing about him ngl
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you know those tiktoks where you record your bf in secret in the middle of cuddling and they're just a complete soft mess until they figure out they're being recorded?
How about Graves being a whiny, affectionate guy when he's with you and letting himself not be the tough and in charge Commander? Just absolutely melting in his darlings arms and stuff in comparison to him everyday/around his Shadows
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Your fingers were tangled through Phillip’s hair while his head rested on your lower abdomen, situated perfectly in between your legs. Nights like this were cherished, the hardened Commander letting his walls down in the safety of your grasp. The tv was on in the bedroom, but neither of you were paying much attention to it. It had become background noise as your focus narrowed on Phillip and his plans for the weekend for the two of you.
“Honey,” Phillip angled his head back, practically looking at you upside down. His lips were puckered, begging for a kiss. “Please,” he whined, closing his eyes. It made you giggle seeing Commander Phillip Graves completely become a different person behind closed doors with you. It was cute, endearing, he felt safe with you and that was all you could ask for. Phil insisted on making up for lost time, and even though he had been home for well over 2 months, he would take any chance to steal (or beg) for a kiss.
Chuckling to yourself, you bent down slightly to meet his lips. Phillip shifted slightly, trying to sit up and get even closer. Close was not close enough for Commander Phillip Graves. The kiss was short and sweet, but clumsy. “Come back ‘er, I’m not done,” Phillip urged, his voice was low with his southern accent more noticeable than usual. Slipping out from between your legs and inching up the bed to lay next to you, the Commander wrapped his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest.
“I hope you don’t treat your Shadows like this,” you said as you looked up to catch his eye, “I might get jealous,”
Phillip laughed, his brow furrowing slightly at the comment, “If my Shadows saw me like this, I’d never hear the end of it doll.” Before you could think of a comeback, Graves snuck his hand under your chin. His lips moved in tandem with yours, while his arm around your shoulder hugged you tight. You could feel yourself melting into the kiss, melting into him.
Phillip pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Commander,”
“Don’t you start now,” he laughed as he leaned in for another kiss.
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i hope this is okay !!! ty for the request !!
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Hihihi uhh I just wanna say I love you coyote! Graves x reader fics I just saw the most recent one and I was wondering what would happen if reader finally let's Phil mate with her!! Also I'm sorry if this like right after ur recent post I'm not rushing you or anything!! Take ur time with it !! :3
He basically refuses to let you out of the nest/off of his dick </3 He's just awful like that but you can;t blame him!! The blonde coyote hybrid waited so long for this, spend so many cold, lonely nights while tugging his cock, knotting without it catching on anything and wasting all that potent cum when it could've been inside you! He spend so many nights howling because he was so so lonely and wanted to be by your side an now that he finally got his wish you're not getting rid of him!
You can giggle at him all you want, your soft smile and gaze on his as he growls silently as he rearranges your newly build nest, grumbling something about it 'needing to be warmer, softer and more secure, can't have pups in something like this', but he takes his new role as your mate very seriously! He's a strong, reliable male in his prime, very virile too so he's the perfect mate and provider for you and your future pups! So after he's more or less finished with revamping your nest it's right back to eating or breeding! <33
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