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A BIT MORE THAN FRIENDS..? PART TWO

Phillip Graves X Reader

Summary- Graves finally realizes you’re more than just a friend.

Content/ Warnings: smut

You guys stayed in silence until you made it to your front porch.

“Thank you for the drive..” Taking out your keys from your pocket.

“Yeah, of course.” He says with a monotone.

Before he can say his goodbyes. You motion him to come in, he hesitates for a moment.. finally he sighs following right behind you.

You can’t help but laugh under your breath. You decide to quickly make a move into your bedroom dragging him along by his hand. You sit on the edge of your bed, he hovers over you. He just looks down at you conflicted on what to do.

"Baby..." He murmurs softly as he leans down and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. "I've missed this so much." This wasn’t the first time you two shared a kiss, but it had been a while considering his long deployment.

You pull him down even more by wrapping your arms around his neck, now on the bed himself still hovering on top of you. His heart races as he feels your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with you. His rough hands explore your body hungrily, seeking out sensitive spots that only he knows about. "Fuck, I love it when you take control."

Your hands linger down the nape of his neck into his shirt, Tugging at his collar a clear signal for him to take it off, without hesitation, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the side, exploring every inch of his skin you can feel his lips brushing against your neck and his teeth grazing your skin. It sends shivers down your spine, causing you to moan softly ."Please, baby." murmuring into your ear as he kisses and nips at your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I need you so much."

Making his way down your body, kissing and biting down, moving side to side stopping right at your waist, your pants were still on, he looks up at you.

“Fuck... you're so beautiful." He whispers as he looks up at you, his hands moving to grip your hips, undoing the bottoms of your jeans, lowering them, taking them off completely. Holding you in place. His tongue traces the line of your panties before slipping inside to trace over your sensitive folds.

You moan out, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed, on his knees in front of you the sensation of his tongue causes your legs to jerk slightly. Your hands struggling to find their place, you grip onto your sheets.

Feeling your body react to his touch, Phillip smiles against your skin, his tongue dancing faster

"Fuck yes, baby." He groans, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, holding you open for him as he continues to tease your sensitive folds with his tongue, occasionally flicking it against your clit. testing your arousal.

Moving your grip down onto his hair, directing his tongue. He groans as you grip his hair, pulling him deeper into you. He thrusts his tongue against your clit, using it to tease and drive you wild with pleasure. "You taste so good."

As you moan and writhe beneath him, Graves feels the familiar rush of power and possession wash over him. His hands slip up your thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps.

His rough hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts through your shirt. His mouth leaves a trail of butterfly kisses across your stomach, and he pulls down the hem of your shirt, revealing your black lace bra. His fingers slide under the soft fabric, teasing and playing with your nipples, causing you to squirm in pleasure.

His other hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding their way to your clit once more. He starts to rub against it, harder this time, his rough fingertips teasing and driving you wild with pleasure.

“Fuck me- Philip-“ Barely managing to word out a scentence, moaning between words.

You feel his hard dick against your lower stomach, teasing you. "You want it?" his fingers continue to rub against your sensitive nub. "Tell me you want it."

Unable to speak, you nod yes, your eyes pleading to him.

His fingers leave a trail of sensation as they slowly trace up your legs, trailing kisses along your inner thighs. He stands up, removing his hands from between your legs. "Turn around," he commands. You do exactly as he asks, turning over with his assistance.

Once you're facing away from him, he grabs your hips firmly, his rough hands contrasting sharply with your soft skin. Good girl," he praises, his eyes roaming over your exposed body. He kneels behind you, tracing the small of your back with his rough hands. "Spread your legs for me," he orders.

His praise drove you wild, so you did exactly as he asked without a second of hesitation.

You feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans in close. "You're mine," he growls, his tongue tracing the line of your spine. "And I'm going to fuck you senseless."

“I thought we were just friends-“ You spat out mildly annoyed yet relieved.

"Fuck being friends," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he roughly thrusts his hips forward, pushing his tip against your entrance. "You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

You scoffed, which was quickly interrupted by a sudden moan from the pleasure of his hold on you, he pushed you closer to him.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," his hips thrusting against you. "I can't help but want you more." His fingers dig into your hips harder, leaving marks as he continued.

You gasped out as he pushed deeper inside of you, feeling him stretching you more than you ever thought possible. His hips slamming against yours in a primal rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“c’mon on back- c’mon on baby- fuuuck”

You cry out in pleasure as he continues to thrust inside of you, pushing against your orgasm. His hips pistoning against yours, his dick slamming against your walls inside of you, fucking you senseless.

"Breathe baby, I've got you." He whispered to you as he continued to drive his dick cock inside of you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. His hips began to buck wildly as his orgasm approached, throbbing inside of you.

Feeling the intense pleasure coursing through him, he finally let go, his body shuddering violently as he came deep inside of you. His cock pulsed, filling you, his rough cries mixing with your moans.

As his orgasm subsided, leaving him breathless, he finally pulled out of you. He leaned down, his rough hands gripping your hips tighter, his body still connected to yours. He kissed your neck softly, breathing heavily. "Fuck,” He collapsed against you, holding you close to him as he tried to catch his breath.

“So fuck being friends huh? When did you decide that.” You asked, not caring if it was the most appropriate time to ask, you wanted to hear him say what he wanted. Did he truly see you as more than just friends.. Did that mean he wanted to make you official?

His breath hitched at your question, his eyes darkening as he looked into yours. "I've always seen you as more than just a friend," he growled, his tone laced with jealousy.

"But tonight...Tonight, I couldn't deny it anymore. I wanted you. I needed you. And fuck the consequences." He leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a rough, demanding kiss that left no doubt about his feelings or intentions.

Pulling back slightly, he bit your bottom lips. "You make me lose control," he muttered, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "But I wouldn't have it any other way with you."

You said nothing but kissed him back, then turning over and calling it a night.

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tate06 · 2 months

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A BIT MORE THAN FRIENDS..? PART ONE

Phillip graves X Reader

Summary- Graves finally realizes you’re more than just a friend.

The moment you open the bar door, the muffled noise heard from outside becomes clear, yet so much conversation and cheers were being rung throughout the bar, you were immediately greeted with a loud cheer of your own by the infamous Shadow company. They shouted your name greeting you, everyone else in the bar welcomed in the same manner, strangers caught up in the drinks and drunk excitement, everyone going with the flow of enjoyment. This wasn’t unusual to see the local bar to be full of warm people.

Before you even finish making it to the shadows’ booth their commander Phillip Graves is already walking towards you, in a swift pull he hugs you, slinging his arm around your shoulder, onto your neck. “We’re finally back, another successful operation” He shouts, the men burst into another grand cheer, “That’s fucking right-“ One shadow called out.

“Took us a bit longer but who cares!” All the men laughed.

The shadows ran this town, everyone always stopping to thank them for their service, they were always the pride of this town. It was no surprise to see many of these shadows paired with a woman for the night; some even had a group of women and men around them asking them about their operations.

“Good to see you, sweetheart” Graves’ winks at you, his arm still around you. He passed you a drink, it was exactly what you liked.

“Eh can’t say the same- but I will definitely be taking this” You accepted the drink you sit down. And begin a conversation with the shadows at the table, you weren’t Graves’ girlfriend but it was clear it was more than friends. So they treated you as if you were his wife, with respect, and cared for you deeply. You had been around them so much for years now, constantly.

After a while you offer to buy a round of shots for them, going up and ordering a shit ton of them, a woman immediately finds your seat and decides to sit down, she wastes no time to press up against Graves’ arm. It was a rumor that Graves, though yes he had a sassy somewhat flirty personality. that it meant he was a manwhore, he gave it up as easily as it came. All they had to do was ask.

You see his cheap attempts to get her off him, he’s too much of a ‘gentleman’ to throw her off, or even try rejecting her straight up. He clearly enjoyed the attention. You deceit to pay no mind to it whatsoever. Not like it was even your problem to care about, you guys weren’t dating, you guys had nothing to where it’d be appropriate for you to act up.

Finally the bartender finishes pouring all the shots, you struggle to carry them back to the table but you manage. Setting them down in the middle of the table, they all thank you and before you can take your own shot the woman takes it as if it was for her. No one notices this, too involved with their own conversation to care. This causes you to scoff, you say nothing but rather just linger around the bar keeping your distance from their table.

Lucky enough you weren’t left behind doing nothing, this bar was known for the sultry songs they’d put on between the night, it was especially popular during the nights the Shadow company celebrated. It was as if it was made for women to somehow make a scene, and it always worked. Men would get on the tables with the women as well and join in the dancing. Everything was up to do, even stripping.. teasingly. Meaning bras stayed on but shirts didn’t have to.

You waited for a particular song to play, anything you were able to dance to. Thankfully your prayers were answered, once hearing the perfect song you instantly got into a table, a few other women followed, having their own tables. Men broke into obnoxious whistles, pointing and shouting at the women in awe, taking in the view of the women dancing. Many women were dancing to a specific man, you honestly weren’t. Wasn’t like Graves’ would pay mind to you when he was busy with that other girl.

You saw a man in the corner of your eye, he was sitting at the table you were on.. he motioned with his eyes, as if asking if he could join you. You shrug, extending your hand out for him to grab and pull himself on up. Immediately you two synced up, he placed behind you, pushing your back onto his chest, his hands placed at your lower waist near your hips. Maneuvering his hands to grip the hemp of your blouse, using his hands to take it off. Everyone howled, at this, you saw many shadows signaling their commander to look up and see you.

He finally listened at their attempt, his smirk wiped off his lips, followed by clear annoyance. You look away from him, and pay your attention to the man you were dancing with. Yet suddenly in a swift movement you were pulled away from the man, now off the table. Finding yourself on Graves’ shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist. Effortlessly carrying you as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

“Ain’t this classy.” His voice was dripped in sarcasm, he was clearly pissed.

“At least I didn’t allow some random bitch to throw themselves at me” You sung back, referring to earlier.

“Shut up that's not how it went” He carried you all the way out the bar, you two reached his truck. Setting you down in the passenger seat, looked down at you. You grabbed your blouse from his hand.

“Go on and cover up.”

“At least I didn’t take my bra off.”

“Yeah. At least. What a plus.” Again his stupid sarcasm peeked out.

He slams the truck door shut once you're fully in, getting into the driver seat beginning to drive in an instant.

“Where are we going-“ Asking as you shift, fixing yourself up in the seat.

“I’m dropping you home.”

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tate06 · 2 months

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YOU HATE ME

Phillip Graves X Reader

Word count- 1,119

Summary- Graves is a cheater.. again and you forgive him.

The clock turned onto a new hour, it was late at night and Graves was still not home. You had tried calling him multiple times throughout the night, so much so that after the 5th time you had given up.

Graves had again picked up his habit of frequenting the bar. After he worked so hard, promising over and over again that he’d stop drinking and visiting the bar; now so easily broken. The problem wasn’t his drinking, he wasn't a huge drinker. But Graves couldn’t be within 3ft of alcohol and not get the urge to kiss the prettiest woman in the bar. If he was drunk enough he’d even take them to bed. Though he didn’t always need alcohol for his infidelity.

Word got around, common for a small town in Texas to buzz with news on every single rumor that was false or not. Though no one whispered too much on their “American hero” or his marriage, to them that was his business not theirs. So you were at least spared from gossip, not pity stares at the local stores or at neighborhood parties.

You waited awake for Graves to come home until it became so late you decided it was best to just sleep the time away.

After an hour you are woken up by shattering sounds. You immediately know it’s Graves. You walk out your bedroom, down the stairs into the dark kitchen. You turn on the lights to find your husband cleaning up a broken frame.

“Philip- be careful here let me.” Brushing him away from the mess he made. He turned to face you, the photo belonging to the frame in his hand. While his other hand is drenched in blood.

“You hate me don’t you.” His absolutely toneless words echoed through the walls.

Taking a breath in. You didn’t answer him, but rather finished cleaning the glass off the floor, once done you turned to open your cabinets searching for the med kit. You ignored his question

“It’s alright you, I know you only tolerate me.” His words slurring, it was clear he was intoxicated.

You lift up his injured hand and begin to treat it. Shaking your head, his one sided conversation was ridiculous. Where did he get such ideas?

“You’re drunk Philip.” Speaking through your teeth annoyed at the stink of alcohol fuming out as he spoke.

“That doesn’t matter.” He looked down at how you so tenderly tented to his wound. His eyes are lifeless. Purely filled with sorrow.

Again you stay quiet, you kiss his hand after cleaning it up, then again when it was fully wrapped up.

“You used to love me. I know you did. You must have.” Graves held onto your hand his grip still strong even considering his injury, he held on as if he was scared you’d walk away if he were to let go.

“Please don't- Do not start again with this victimization.” You looked him in his eyes searching for warmth, realizing you, yourself were lacking such warmth in your own.

“You don’t even trust me anymore.” He raised his voice slightly. Pulling you in closer, shorting a gap between you.

“Must I remind *us* both of your numerous never ending affairs and one night stands?”

“That was a long time ago-“

“What did you do all night? The alcohol is so strong I can’t even catch a whiff of cheap perfume on your collar.” You yell back at him.

“I just drank. You know I haven’t done that in a while.”

“The nerve of you. Once was enough. How am I supposed to trust a cheater? An adulterer, I forgave you, but I am yet to recover my fucking trust in you Philip.” An annoying anger crawled up your spine, it felt like you were reliving your jealousy again.

“Why do you stay? Do you enjoy being stuck in this?” This finally caused you to pull back, he tried increasing his grip, but you still managed to get out of his hold. Causing you to almost fall.”

This made you realize he didn’t understand how crucial his ‘mistakes’ weighed down your marriage, how they truly ruined his image to you. How it went much deeper than just trust.

“Why do I stay? Because unlike you I know loyalty. Go to hell Philip.”

“What can I do.. I wish I could go back and never cheat on you. Never hurt you so deeply. But I can’t. I can’t doll.” His voice broke, of course Graves felt remorse but how could remorse fix a tremendous amount of betrayal.

“You proved to me I wasn’t enough to satisfy you, that I wasn’t worthy of you or whatever the fuck your reason for doing what you did was. It was clear you didn’t care about what we had. God I am reminded constantly of my lack of worth Philip.” Your voice was also breaking at this point. His grip still on your hand, you had no intention of breaking it either.

“You are worth- sweetheart you are more valuable than anyone else I’ve ever known. You place yourself first in my heart, ripping my mind, filling yourself into my thoughts. Rooting yourself into my heart that it now only beats for you, working to love you.”

“Where was that when you were fucking other women nightly. I guess your dick soothes such agonizing pain?” You scoffed.

He pushed himself off the counter and walked towards you. Suddenly he was on his knees staring into your eyes, his expression full of pleading, and regret. A silent apology.

“I want a divorce.” You both knew this was pure lip service. You hadn’t left him all this time, what made this time any different.

His expression now changed by these words, his face told his thoughts without a single word. His hands began to snake up and down your legs. He knew you lacked the strength, courage, and most shamefully the self respect to leave him. The embarrassing truth was you loved this man, the man in front of you on his knees, begging you quietly not to leave him, his half ass begs. You loved him, and though he had disrespected you time and time again, he still loved you as well.

You groaned at his touch and pleads

“You’re right I hate you-“ Cutting yourself off when his hands finally made it past your nightgown now his fingers teasing.

He hushed you playfully as he disappeared completely under your dress.

And suddenly all that betrayal was forgotten, he always did have a way with his words and tongue.

He briefly stopped what he was going, muttering into your thigh, “I love you dearly, baby”

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tate06 · 1 year

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Such a cheater!

I’m not very proud of this one but I just wanted to write something, I wanted to give it more build up but I was in a rush. Regardless I hope you enjoy!

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You loved your husband more than anyone or anything. He was obviously your best friend, the person you went to when you were hurt or lost, the person who promised in front of friends and family to love and protect you. He stuck with you during all the hard times, the struggles you both faced together were endless. He was the only man able to bring you to your knees just from the feeling of his love.

Graves and you had been married fresh out of college, you met him through a friend's boyfriend who was Graves’ friend and superior durning West Point. You guys got along and after four wonderful years of dating you guys decided to get married. Sure it was hard with him in the military and whatnot, but you knew what you were getting yourself into. You took the responsibility that came of being a military spouse. You moved where he had to, you adapted the fastest and best you could every single time. You made sure to support “our” soldiers. Most of all you put up with the dreadful weeks and months of his deployment. You waited around for him to call you. His calls were always cut short but he always made sure to make space in his hectic day for you. That’s all you’d ask him for, his time. He seemed to respect you endlessly. He definitely showed his love for you constantly. Small complaints anytime he could give them, when he was home he made sure to be by you like glue. He did everything a perfect husband would do.

To you he was the perfect husband. Until the most recent months. He had been keeping to himself more, he wouldn’t talk as much to you. You’d go on dates every other two weeks, more if possible but that was the standard. This month he hasn’t been relatively busy other than a few errands here and there.

“Philip!” You yelled out for him from the front of the house.

No answer. You continued yelling, looking around the house still no sign of him. You tried calling his phone but the calls didn’t go through, which was incredibly rare for Graves’ phone to be dead or turned off. It was with him 24/7 since he’d never know when they’d call him in for early deployment or for any other reason.

“I’m here” he groaned, appearing out of nowhere.

“There you are! Where have you been?” You asked, waiting for an answer but only receiving a shrug from him. You hesitated to continue seeing how he didn’t seem to care much about what you had to say.

“Alright then, I know we haven’t had the time with my schedule and you were tired from your return. I went ahead and set a date for tonight at that one restaurant that just opened!” You announced smiling, walking into your bedroom.

“Sounds good, what time?” He finally spoke.

“The reservation is at 9 so we should start getting ready now if we want to make it on time” You entered your closet ending the conversation there.

The restaurant was just as beautiful as everyone said. It was low light but not to the point where you couldn’t see anything. Every table was light under a spotlight of its own, live jazz playing. Finally being seated Graves pulled out your chair for you, he seemed to be warming up again. You wondered if he was just tired earlier or upset.

“Sweetie, are you alright?” You asked him expecting a genuine response.

“Yeah? Why do you ask?”

“Well earlier you seemed a bit off, so I was just wondering if something happened today or-“ He cut you off before you could finish.

“No I’m fine I assure you, but Thank you for asking.” He let out a smile then opened his menu. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to let this topic go which wasn’t going to work considering this just fed into your suspicions.

“You aren’t. Because it isn’t just today, you’ve been off for a while now. I’d say months even.” You weren’t going to let it go. You didn’t want to push but you needed answers.. You wanted to understand and help him.

“Philip? Oh it is you!” Suddenly a woman's voice echoed from behind you, heels clicking making their way closer and closer. A woman whose skin managed to glow without good light, well dressed, with just the most perfect hair it looked too good to be real. Maybe it wasn't. You hoped it wasn’t.

“Monica, what a surprise to see you here” His eyes lit up but he still seemed somewhat tense. Like he wanted her here just not here at this moment.

“Yes well you know how I just can’t keep myself away from a nice restaurant!” She laughed, putting her hand on his back rubbing it with just the most disgusting smile you’d ever seen, which Graves happened to share with her.

“Oh I’m sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Monica rem, I’m guessing you’re his.. wife?” Those words leaving her lips sounded horribly wrong, as if I was misplaced.

“Yes that’s me” You reached your hand out to offer a handshake, she returned the gesture. She held a tight grip so you did the only reasonable thing to do and held it tighter.

“How do you two know each other?” You asked, taking a sip from your drink trying not to break the straw from biting it too hard.

Just when Graves is about to answer she beats him to it. “Well we met just a bit ago while on deployment! It’s been a while though, hasn't it?” She turned her attention over to Graves once again.

“It sure has.”

This seemed to calm your petty jealousy down. You grew suspicious, it was just the feeling of her being able to plaster his face with a smile and make his whole night. Which you were lacking to do for the whole day.

“Oh! Well I’m glad you too have been able to reunite, that must be so nice!”

“It definitely is! I’m afraid I have to cut it short. I have a reservation I wouldn’t want to lose” They said the goodbyes, promising to talk again soon.

The rest of the meal was uneventful. But you did have a good time despite the random women taking away from your time alone with each other but regardless it wasn’t too bad.

Though the rest of the night, once you got home you both got ready for bed. Lights off and even tucked into bed until Graves got a late phone call, waking you both up. You didn’t think much of it until he came back to bed. You knew it wasn’t a mission or anything of the sort, but rather it was a normal phone call. He spent the whole night talking to someone. Someone who you couldn’t help but wonder who they were.

You spent the whole day debating if you should take his phone and see who it was yourself or just ask him straight up. You didn’t want to invade his privacy without certainty so you decided to ask him.

“Philip..” you didn’t even know how to start this conversation. You didn’t prepare for it and saying “give me your phone so I can check if you’re cheating on me” no that would just be pathetic.

“What’s up?”

“Do you think I’d be able to borrow your phone for a minute?” You didn’t want to tell him what you’d be looking for since that would give him a chance to hide anything that needed hiding.

He took in the question, hesitating to take out his phone. “Sure but why?”

“I just need to make sure of something”

He finally gave in after a bit of convincing and having to hide the fact you were currently filled with insecurity and jealousy.

You took a step back and started to search. It didn’t take too long to find what you wanted to find. Your stomach turned, you kept your face expression less. You swore you stopped breathing. You could feel your heart breaking each message you read. Graves asked you what was wrong. He was desperate for an answer and he automatically knew why. Maybe it was the guilt eating at him or maybe he wanted you to find this in the first place.

You couldn’t bring yourself to talk or even look him in the face. You placed his phone on the counter and walked towards your bedroom. The bedroom you shared with him. You could only think about him and her, together. Did she ever come into your house? Maybe slept in your bed and used your shower? Each moment increased your anger and disgust. You locked the door to keep him from entering. But he stood banging and messing with the nob, he pleaded for you to open. He kept asking to let him explain.

“No Philip. No, I can't allow you to humiliate me like that. I’m sure you laughed at how you fooled me perfectly last night. God she knew who I was. You let her look at me with a smile. She shook my hand!” You yelled through the door trying your hardest to stop your tears and sobs from showing in your sentence.

“No sweetheart-“

You couldn’t believe he still had the nerve to sweet talk you.

“Save it! For months, Philip it went on for months.” You cried harder when the realization of all the times they were alone with each other even while serving their country they sought each other out day and night.

“I want a divorce. I need a divorce.” You made a hard demand but you knew your marriage couldn’t come back from this. You couldn’t trust him ever again. You knew you’d live with worry every time he’d be gone. This time not just worrying or mourning him but now with the anxiety of losing him in other ways. It’d just be too much.

“No, I’m sorry” He tried to retaliate. He tried to go back on all those sweet words he said to her. He could erase their messages but he couldn’t change the reality of what he had done. He chose that. You could hear him crying which only made it worse. Maybe he was sorry, but he didn’t love you, not the way he used to at least. You’d never be able to forgive this kind of betrayal.

Philip Graves the man you loved, the man you gave up everything for. You gave up a stable life to be with him but you wouldn’t give up your dignity for him.

Philip Graves wasn’t worth such heartbreak, not this kind. No respect, no trust would ever be left. This was the end of your marriage to the love of your life.

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tate06 · 1 year

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The cowboy rule

Philip Graves X reader (Female)

Not proofread

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After a whole afternoon of getting ready for a night out, you and a few of your friends headed out just right outside of town to your favorite country-style bar. Walking into the bar is a struggle pushing your way in. Finally when you manage to get in you find a seat at the bar while your friends look around the noisy packed place.

It was a Friday night so it made sense it was so busy but it was also cowboy night just a night where if you dressed like one you'd get cheap drinks and free rounds, and hell there was no way any of these wannabe cowboys would miss it. Almost every guy was dressed up, in boots, some wore their buckles but all of them had their hats especially.

After a few drinks and many men came up to you asking to “make your night right” But they just weren’t your type. You were ready to go home until you saw a familiar face approaching you, you turned away quickly pretending you didn’t see him.

“I’m glad to see you here tonight, doll” the man leans his back against the bar counter, elbows resting on top. He looked right at you, with a soft asking gaze and a slight smirk on his lips. “I think this is the first time we’ve had a conversion” You took a sip from your drink.

“That’s true though, it’s not the first time I see you around.” He mentions looking around.

“Sounds right I’d say I’m a regular here. Well I’m not sure if I can say that but I come here enough to know the menu”

“Well regardless, Philip Graves” He chuckled, pulling his hand out for you to shake.

“Nice to formally meet you-.”

Suddenly a cheer erupted cutting you off, bouncing off the walls. You looked over your shoulder and saw a girl being raised over a man's head, waving a cowboy around in the air. Everyone around them was laughing, mocking the man, and praising the girl for taking his hat. That was the true reason everyone loved these nights all because of the dumb yet commonly followed rule. The rule is if you take a cowboys hat either you’re fighting or in more or fewer words fucking

You turn back to Graves you both can’t help but laugh

“Now you know my name. What’s yours?”

“Don’t you like a bit of mystery? Why don’t we just keep it at doll”

“Alright then, doll. Let me buy you another drink?”

You nod in response, Graves singles the bartender to get you both another round of your drink.

“Thank you, say why don’t you take a seat? I doubt that position is comfortable after a while.”

“You’re right it definitely isn’t but excuses me for a minute” He pushed himself off the counter and headed towards the bathroom. Then one of your friends made their way to you, with an expression that screamed “omg”

“You guys have been talking longer than any guy that’s gone up to you tonight, are you planning to you know.. Take his hat off?” She asked jokingly, nudging your shoulder.

“Honestly I might just have to if he doesn’t ask to give me more than a drink. Just need to find the right moment.”

“I say just rip it off. He's obviously into you and probably waiting for your sign of interest”

She turns over to the bar to order herself and what you assume is now her date drinks. You didn’t want to follow her advice because you didn’t want to be random with it. If you were going to follow some cliche rule you wanted to do it well. Not half-assed, partly because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself and also because you wanted actual results. You knew a vast majority followed this rule, and though he seemed like the type to do so as well considering the fact that all the times you had seen him around he rarely if ever wore a cowboy hat like he was tonight. Your friend took her drinks and told you to just “do it” already. You told her you would then shooed her away anticipating he’d return any minute and you didn’t want her around. God knows she’d embarrass you and ruin your chances more than the hat situation could ever.

After a bit of waiting and just one more drink Graves finally came back smiling looking a bit freshened up. His walk was so smooth just like a movie star walking down the red carpet, his hands on the belted waist of his pants keeping his eyes on you.

“Are you big on cowboy night?” You were running out of things to say. You just wanted to find an opening.

“Are you joking? Of course, I am, free drinks just from wearing this? Sounds like a fair easy deal to me” He laughed showing off his outfit. He had some of the nicest pairs of dark denim jeans you’d ever seen and just one hell of a hat God how he looked hot in that hat.

“You’re right… not to pry but where'd you get that scar from?” You pointed to his cheek tilting your head.

“This? I’m in the military, and I guess things got out of hand. Then, well.. one thing led to another- '' He brought his hand to his face tracing his skin, motioning a cut with his thumb.

You looked at him for a good minute then you reached out, and lifted his hat hesitantly. You could see a smirk growing on his lips ``Go ahead” He nodded.

You finally took it off fully, putting it on your head. Right away, you hear whistles and hollers from your friends and a few others around the bar. You tip the hat down to cover your face and you hear Graves laugh as he stops you from doing so.

“Come on, don't go hiding your pretty face now.”

“My house isn’t too far from here” He leans in whispering in your ear.

“How far is it?”

“I’d say about a good five to seven-minute walk.” He thinks about it then takes your hand, intertwining your guys’ fingers.

You look down at your feet deciding whether or not you want to walk that distance in your heels, once you made up your mind you got up without breaking your hold on his hand. He gets up with you and takes out his wallet, placing money on the counter, then you both head out of the bar. You could see your friends in the corner of your eye silently cheering you on. You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at them.

Right away you felt a cold breeze hit you in the face, you tried your hardest to show no signs of freezing but your body gave you away. He just laughed once he noticed, wrapping his arm around you squeezing you into his side brushing your arm in an attempt to warm you up. The whole walk was quiet but every chance he got he’d shower you in soft kisses and held you tighter with each step you took. It seemed like a millisecond walk. He didn’t take his hands off you the entire time. But you didn’t mind, you enjoyed his touch more than you should’ve. Once you made it to his door he quickly unlocked and burst it open. Immediately kissing you as hard and desperately as he could. He threw his keys and wallet to the side not seeming to care where they landed.

The whole time he guided you to his room not once did you break the kiss, his grip on your waist grew tighter once he sat down on the edge of the bed he brought you down with him. You landed right in his lap, you kicked your heels off struggling a bit. Once you got them off you fixed your posture, your legs on the side of his thighs. He pulled on your shirt indicating you to take it off, you moved your hand from his lap and made your way to the hem of his shirt instead, raising it up, and pulling it over his head. You made your way to his neck then his chest kissing him all over, he moaned out his hands stretched out behind him. You stopped and got a look at him, then took the hat off of your head and put it right back on his. It made sense considering it as the cowboy rule, riding a cowboy without him in full gear wouldn’t feel right.

Also, how could you give up a chance of fucking him in that hat? That hat drove you crazy. It was a borderline crime how good he looked. You pushed him down his back hitting the bed, his hands once again gripping your waist firmly. You were now kneeling on top of him. Pushing off his chest to be able to slide up and down his thighs instead. His thighs were a great support. Feeling the sensation beginning to arise just from the starting thrust. He let out moan after moan, his hold on you tightening each time. This position wasn’t necessarily the most practical but definitely quick to weary. Graves seeing your paste slow down without even getting close to reaching your high. He began to thrust, and this time with his help you could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust, you placed your hand on his chest starting to feel consumed by pleasure. Your breath was growing uneven and your moans louder, falling onto him taking it in the best you could. None of this caused him to slow down his paste rather he did the opposite, you finally managed to reach it. He was still looking for his, and not taking too long. He groaned rising you off, pulling himself out. He kissed your forehead and wrapped his hands around you leaving you on his chest for the rest of the night.

You hoped this wasn’t the last the last cowboy night you’d get to spend with him.

#call of duty #philip graves #writing #Cowboy rule #fanfic #philip graves fanfic

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tate06 · 1 year

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EVERYBODY FIGHTS

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Phillip Graves × gender neutral reader

♡ This again was written for my lovely friend sienna, love you! ♡

(I am very sorry if there are any spelling errors I didn’t have the time to proof read it.)

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Graves had recently come home from a mission which seemed to leave him a bit stressed out and clinging to you. You didn’t mind the cling rather so you understood it. But you did mind the constant judgment of your choices and the need to boss you around like one of his soldiers. If you left a plate sitting on the counter just for one moment you’d automatically be told to wash it right away. You’d be more understanding if it were the fact that he just didn’t like cluster and dirtiness but it was much more than that. It was as if you didn’t do it the way he wanted it to be done then why do it at all? Though even that wasn’t the case because then he’d probably complain about that too. When you tried his “way” it was never right. So you had chosen to give up until today.

You were cutting up some ingredients for dinner he had stopped what he was doing to show me how to do it the “right” way. When he’d act like this you’d start to count the days of his deployment… Though you didn’t actually want him gone just in those moments. So you didn’t even retaliate you let him finish up cutting it all up you continued to cook, and once you had finished you weren’t feeling hungry anymore.

“Sweet, what’s wrong?” Graves asked taking a bit from his food.

You took a minute before you even spoke to put how you felt together but nothing came. You had already wasted so many words on this subject you didn’t know how else to explain it.

“Philip you’ve been beyond overbearing this whole week. Ever since you got back. It’s always harder the first few days of your returns it calms down the longer you’re back but still, it’s hard to put up with.”

“Sweet I’m really sorry but I didn’t mean-” You cut him off by getting up. You didn’t feel like talking about it, not right now at least. You headed towards the bedroom falling face forward onto the bed positioned like a stuffed doll. You could hear Graves from the slightly opened down. Moving around in the kitchen. The sound of the faucet running, and plates being cleaned.

A few minutes passed though it felt like ever. You regretted just walking out on him midsentence. Just before you could get up you could hear his footsteps walking down the hall, once he reached the door you could hear here the door creak open and close slowly as if he were hesitating to check up on you. Finally, though you could feel the wind from the door breeze on your legs that hung off the bed.

“Sweetheart…” Graves wasn’t the best with words so he’d simply save them and instead of wasting his breath he’d always just hug you or kiss you. Any form of physical affection was his way of showing his love, but at this moment was his way of genuinely showing remorse for his actions.

He made his way to the bed he kneeled at the side of it, placing and tilting his head to be in eye to eye. He brought his hand to pass through your hair, he messed around with it for a few seconds he climbed onto the bed. He brought you up to be sitting in the middle of the bed resting on his chest. He gave out a sigh seeing how you were still upset showing no sign of cheering up.

“I’m sorry for walking out on you.” You said burying your face into his chest starting to feel a bit of embarrassment creeping up your back.

He just let out a chuckle shaking his head, you pushed back from him allowing him to kiss you. It was a soft pleasant kiss. It wasn’t filled with needy passion. His lips were surprisingly the best kind of apology. You know he didn’t mean to make you upset or cause you upset and this kiss was confirmation. Every action, every touch he gave had meaning. He laid down on his back carefully, and he held you tight pressing into his chest again. His arms wrapped around you was a clear statement of him promising change. You knew change would happen. Fighting isn’t worth it but the resolution truly made up for it. You both stayed like that the whole night.

A few days went by and the nagging overbearingness had died down by a lot. He seemed to be relaxed. Of course it’ll take him some more time to fully get the hang of it, and it’s not like you were expecting it to leave completely because part of it was just him being who he was. You loved him for him but sometimes it was just extremely aggravating.

“Sweet where are you?” Graves called out from the front door, he sounded exhausted.

“I’m in the laundry!”

Graves finally appeared in the doorway, greeted with the image of you on the floor surrounded by piles and piles of unseparated clothes. He looked down at what you think he considered a mess and just when he was about to open his mouth he quickly stopped himself from mentioning anything about the colors. He took a moment, gave out a low sigh and sat down right beside you.

“Need any help folding?” He smiled, finding a pile to start with.

“Yes, that would be nice of you!” You noticed his reaction, saw how he was putting in the effort to change. It felt nice to see him be lenient over these types of things recently and constantly. Not being able to help yourself, you gave him a peck on his cheek. You wanted to show him you were thankful and proud of him.

#philip graves #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #philip graves fanfic #writing #fluff #argument #relationship troubles

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tate06 · 1 year

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PHILIP GRAVES FANFIC DATE

This was made for my friend which is why it’s male though I would also count it as gender natural!

(Graves x male reader )

The holidays had recently passed through in all that time you only saw your boyfriend about four times all through November and December the new year came along and in January it had been seven times. It wasn’t a shocking thing, you had grown accustomed to all those long weeks without him after two long years of dating. It was expected though this year had been the longest you hadn’t seen him, technically last year.

But Graves finally had a free weekend which you decided would be the day you took him ice skating. You had been skating a few times but weirdly enough never with him, even weirder you had gotten him a pair of skates not too long ago. Though it had been some time since you had gone. You did think it’d be funny to see Graves fall on his ass and just spend time with him, making him try new things. It was nice to do anything with Graves, he was always eager to learn or do anything you asked him to. You needed help with some small project? Graves would be there right next to you and not in an overbearing clingy sort of way but more in a soaking up all the time you guys had kind of way. Graves and you had wonderful relaxing days but it never took away from your exciting adventures and experiences. He liked being around you and simply you.

Breaking thought you realized Graves was leaning in the doorway of the bathroom, feet, and arms crossed, head resting on the white-lined frame, gazing at you. “I’m almost ready I- shit have you seen my leather jacket?” You asked looking around your closet. “Last time I saw it I remember seeing it in the dryer let me go get it” He was back before you blinked with your jacket, his outfit was simple yet nice. That was the thing about Graves he always, always cleaned up nicely. That also is one of your favorite things about him. Yet that didn’t compare to his other redeeming qualities, not even close. “Thank you. Are you ready to go?” You took your jacket giving Graves a kiss on the cheek as a thank you quickly putting it on. “Yes, you have the keys?” He held them up, you brushed past him heading out of the house into the car.

Finally, after an hour’s drive, you made it to the skating rink. Since you both had your own pairs you guys didn’t have to go through the hassle of getting those horrid rental skates that had dull blades with off-causing balance.

“Hey um-“ Graves looked completely embarrassed, he was struggling to tie the laces. Who could blame him? They were pretty hard to tie, you couldn’t help but laugh at his struggle. “Here let me help!” You said kneeling down in front of him, he looked genuinely defended before lifting his foot up. You rested his foot on your knee so you could have better access to tie them well and make sure they were just right but not too tight. “Alright, stand up and tell me if they feel right” you patted his lap pushing yourself up. Graves followed you up, holding onto your arm to bring himself up. “Too right?”

“No, they fit perfectly, thank you” He muttered.

You nodded then helped him make his way to the rink, his hold on your arm never left.

You first stepped on the rink first so that Graves would be able to have a better approach, he hesitantly placed his feet onto it. He was careful but the grip on your arm increased majorly he squeezed it to the point it felt like it’d pop at any moment. Yeah, that was a bit over dramatic but your 5 '11 military insanely fit boyfriend had half of his whole strength on you.

“Oh I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hey don’t worry about me! Just weaken your grip a bit so I can show you how to skate. That's how you’ll be able to do it without my help sooner than later” You laughed a bit, skating backward, your eyes on him. It was a slow day at the rink meaning it really was just you and a few other people, about 5 others who seemed pretty advanced so you knew this was safe to do.

He nodded following your instructions. He switched his placement from your arm to your hands, his hands weren’t the smoothest but they were nice. He seemed nervous so you brought his hands to your lips and gave them a soft kiss. That seemed to actually work him down. He started to smile and let his fear of falling flat on his face go. You slowly pushed back from him then carefully let go of him. He did pretty great. You kept him close enough just in case he needed the balance or to keep him from falling.

“Now baby are you seeing this? He happily scoffed.

“Great job! See now try bending your knees a bit more and push more as well!”

Once he bent his knees it seemed he got a bit cocky and he started to wobble…

Causing him to fall right on his back making a loud thumb. As he fell he caught onto your jacket pulling you accidentally down with him. Graves had broken your fall through.

“Shit, Ice was never fuckin’ made for walking.”

He grunted, taking two hits in a row. All you could seem to do was laugh, he looked up at you confused but then gave in and laughed with you. You got up and then helped him up as well. He was extremely cautious getting back up.

“You’re right you shouldn’t walk on ice but we aren’t walking now, are we? We are skating.” You correct him jokingly holding his hand firmly but not so he would depend on you but more because you just liked the feeling of his surprisingly warm hands.

“You’re skating I’m barely moving”

“Oh come on now, you’re a great beginner! You’ve only fallen once this entire time. My first ever time I fell more times than I stood”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I bet you were a natural.” He shook his head then leaned in giving you a peck on the lips until it became more than a peck. You had spun frontwards, now facing him. He grabbed you in carefully by the waist. His balance seemed as stern as his figure. You weren’t necessarily shorter than Graves by a lot but you definitely had to slightly tip-toe when kissing him, which is what you did. You were kicking your feet up to rest on the tip of your skates holding onto his shoulders firmly. He gave out a low chuckle and then hugged you. You weren’t the biggest fan of public affection but this felt too good to pass up on.

“Should we head home now? Warm-up and possibly watch a movie?” He broke the hug a little to get a better view of you.

“That sounds perfect, I am kinda freezing” You laughed leading him off the rink onto a bench and helping take his “untieable” shoes off.

“This was fun baby, outta do it again sometime!” He said as he watched you take the skates on. You smiled at him giving him a confirmation of your agreement.

Days like this made up for all the long nights away and special days missed. Because these times were just special. They were small yet enjoyable.

#philip graves #fanfic #writing #call of duty #modern warefare 2 x reader #ice skating

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tate06 · 2 years

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Manhwas/webtoons im currently reading

1. I Found a Husband When I Picked up the Male Lead

2. Raised My Childhood Friend As A Tyrant

3. Father, I don’t want to get married

4. I raised a black dragon

5. My family is obsessed with me

6. How to get my husband on side

7. I Am The Precious Daughter Of The Greatest Villain In The Fantasy World

8. I became the male leads wife

9. I’m Only A Stepmother, But My Daughter Is Just So Cute!

10. Heeran Love Song

11. Crown Prince Has A Sweetheart

12. Honey, I’m Going On a Strike

13. I don’t love you anymore

14. Give A Heart To The Emperor

15. I Won’t Accept Your Regrets

16. The Princess Imprints A Traitor

17. Under the oak tree

18. A Way to Protect the Lovable You

19. My In-laws are Obsessed With Me

20. This Is An Obvious Fraudulent Marriage

21. Like A Wind On A Dry Branch

22. 5500 Shades Of The Demon King

23. Who made me princess

24. A Villain Is A Good Match For A Tyrant

25. I Have Become The Hero’s Rival

26. I’m In Trouble Because My Husband Is So Cute

27. I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

28. Remarried empress

29. How to become a dark hero’s daughter

30. Limited Extra Time (The Time of the Terminally Ill Extra)

31. My cute baby wingman

32. The 99th bride of the duke

33. Actually, I Was The Real One

34. Please Give Me The Pacifier

35. Cling To Me (Please Be Obsessed With Me)

36. The Strongest Characters in the World are Obsessed With Me

37. The Princess’s Double Life

38. Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess▶️

39. The Villainess Needs A Tyrant

40. The Younger Male Lead Fell For Me Before The distraction

41. Monster duke’s daughter

42. The predator’s fiancée

43. Another Typical Fantasy Romance

44. A night with the emperor

45. Born as the daughter of the wicked woman

46. Grand Duke, It Was a Mistake!

47. Éminence Grise Female Lead Is Trying To Make Me Her Stepmom

48. I became the hero’s mom

49. Sixth sense kiss

50. A deceitful marriage

51. Men of harem

52. The lady’s butler

53. Into the light once again

54. Please, let me return home

55. I’m stanning the prince ▶️

56. Finding Camila 2️⃣

57. Stop this marriage

58. I picked the second male lead after the ending ▶️

59. The villainess reverses the hourglass 2️⃣

60. Elixir of the sun

61. Am I the daughter? 2️⃣

62. Sierra ▶️

63. I got married to a villain 2️⃣

64. I’m the male leads girlfriend 2️⃣

65. Let’s do it after we’re married 2️⃣

66. A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Rabbit And A Black Panther 2️⃣

67. The youngest princess 2️⃣

68. I became the wife of the monstrous crown prince 2️⃣

69. Seduce the villains father 2️⃣

70. The villainess is a marionette 2️⃣

71. I’ll just live on as a villainess 2️⃣

72. I’ll be the matriarch in this life 2️⃣

73. The blood of madam Giselle

74. Subzero

75. It was all you

76. The girl downstairs

77. Shadow bride

78. Act like you love me 2️⃣

79. The RUNAWAY

80. Devilish romance

81. Your throne

82. Midnight poppy land ◀️

83. She’s hopeless

84. There must be happily endings

85. Lord Olympus

86. Perfect marriage revenge

88. I found a husband when I picked up the male lead

89. I won’t accept your regrets

90. Marriage or death

#i suddenly became a princess #under the oak tree #manhwa #webnovel #reading #i'm stanning the prince #into the light once again #this is an obvious fraudulent marriage #the remarried empress #death is the only ending for a villainess #female leads #male lead

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