Price: What happened here?!
Graves, holding his nose: He punched me!
Ghost: I told you I had a joke
Graves: I DIDN'T EXPECT A LITERAL PUNCH LINE
Price, groaning: Of course...

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Price: What happened here?!
Graves, holding his nose: He punched me!
Ghost: I told you I had a joke
Graves: I DIDN'T EXPECT A LITERAL PUNCH LINE
Price, groaning: Of course...
Nothin personnel…kid…
comm for my bestie 🫦
hiii i love your work <333 if youre comfortable with it, can you do graves with reader whos insecure abt her sh scars when he sees her in shorts/naked for the first time? nsfw or not are both fine! thank you for ur time ^^ 💕
hi! thank u so much <3
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you’re sipping lemonade, stalling. looking down at yourself in his kitchen, a mixture of bumpy and silver scars on full display. ‘are you coming out?’ his voice booms from the backyard.
‘be right there!’
heart pounding in your chest, a sinking feeling wrapping around your stomach, you’re frozen. what is he going to think? how are you going to explain yourself without crying?
an urge to run away and never look back appears, but you feel his hand on yours. ‘are you alright?’ he asks, his tender touch making tears well in your eyes.
you’re nodding, eyes on the ceramic floor. ‘i-i-i’m ok,’ you croak.
his eyebrows knit in confusion as fear prods at his gut. ‘what is it? what’s wrong?’ he asks, wrapping his arms around you.
you’re quiet, trying to find the words to speak. ‘……i have scars and you’re going to see them now,’ you practically whisper.
‘we all have scars, darlin. ours are just the kind we can see.’
you’re shakily reaching for his hand and placing it on your thigh, your lip quivering.
he’s touching them softly, sitting you on the counter, so he can kiss them, and lace his fingers through yours. ‘can show me all parts of you,’ he offers honestly. ‘it’ll just make me love you more.’
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⛧°.A good question...If Graves marries one of his Shadows, and they get asked if they wanna' marry Graves, would they reply with "Yup yup" out of habit instead of "Yes" or whatever they have to say..?.°⛧
Playing around with some effects. Here is a scene from my newest MakaGraves fic. I have spicy versions on my P page.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/88380136/chapters/234402106
Graves hates your bf
⋆⟢ PAIRING ! Phillip Graves x F!Reader
⋆⟢ WORD COUNT ! 451
⋆⟢ WARNINGS ! MDNI (18+ explicit), alcohol, relationship conflict, possessive behavior.
Graves, who could never quite tell you how he felt, no matter how hard he tried.
Graves, who sat there, quiet and steady, listening while you ranted about how shitty other men treated you, jaw tight but never saying what he really wanted to.
Graves, who kissed you one drunken night and called it a mistake the second it happened. Swore to you it wouldn’t happen again.
But now that he’s had a taste, he can’t forget it—can’t forget the way you felt, the way you tasted, the way it’s been stuck in the back of his mind ever since.
Graves, who watches you kiss your boyfriend and silently wishes it was him.
Graves, who goes extra hard at the gym after spending time with you, pretending his punching bag is your boyfriend’s face.
Graves, who hates your boyfriend and hates him even more when you tell him about a new argument you two had.
Graves, who drinks too much when thinking of you, trying to drown feelings he can’t admit, even to himself.
Graves, who fantasizes about tasting your lips again, the sweetness of your saliva, intoxicating.
Graves, who vows he’ll protect you, regardless of what it takes.
Graves, who swears you’re already his, even though he knows you aren’t.
Graves, who finds himself missing your warmth whenever he’s alone in bed late at night or buried beneath a mountain of paperwork in his office.
Graves, who dreams of you more often than he’d ever admit—some dreams innocent, others filled with a longing he can’t quite shake.
Graves, who tells himself he can wait, even as every passing day makes that promise harder to keep.
Graves, who jerks off to pictures of your beautiful face—he can’t help it, cumming entirely too fast and too much as he imagines your hand on him.
Graves, who swears he's done with this shit, won't be getting off to your pictures anymore. But by the time midnight rolls around, his hand's wrapped around his cock with your photo on his phone screen anyway.
Graves, who holds you and consoles you while you and your boyfriend have yet another argument.
Graves, who swears he won’t kiss you again—until he does, and this time he doesn’t want to stop. Even with tears streaming down your face, you are gorgeous to him.
Graves, who promises he would never break your heart the way your boyfriend does every time you argue.
Graves, who is stunned when you pull him in for another kiss.
Graves, who swears you are the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
Graves, who doesn’t hesitate to let his hands roam your body, squeezing any bit of flesh to hear you gasp into the kiss.
Ay look Graves is calling