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More people should draw Phillip Graves beaten and bloodied. Draw him grinning with a black eye and blood on his teeth and I will be in your debt forever
Warnings and stuff: Smut so mdni with this post, writers first smut, writer is a virgin is aceflux and pretty much only reads gay amab fanfic smut so..., trans masc reader, reader is on testosterone but is pre-op, mentions of pregnancy and things involving that, mentions of parts (pussy/cunt, t-dick/t-cock, and titties), fingering, Reptile sucks titty, oral (reader receiving), safe sex (have it wrapped up folks), is it double penetration if both dicks are his? Anyways anal and vaginal penetration, aftercare
Word count: 1138
Ever since you and Syzoth became parents, intimacy had become scarce, if it even occurred at all anymore since the baby was still in your guys’ room to sleep. That is until the baby got to the eight month mark when babies should be sleeping in their own room. Of course a lack of being able to take your testosterone for the first six weeks after birth made your sex drive plummet while Syzoth’s was still intact, but since you got back on it you’ve wanted nothing more than your husband’s touch.
After a few weeks of your baby sleeping peacefully in their own room, Syzoth decided to make a move while you lay in bed together. He lays on his side cuddling up to you, his lips connecting to your neck and hand teasing you through your pajama bottoms. A whine leaves you, the months of inactivity having made you sensitive. “Sy,” you breathlessly whine, your brows furrowing. “Something wrong, my love?” Syzoth asks in feigned innocence.
His hand deftly makes its way past the hem of your bottoms, rubbing your bottom growth agonizingly slowly as he nips your neck to mark you as his. A quiet moan is heard from you as your hips buck into his hand. Syzoth grins against your neck as he chuckles. “Desperate for my touch, hm love?” You nod and pant, “yes, fucking hell. I need you, Sy...” Fingers move from your enlarged clit and take advantage of the nerves all over the folds of your pussy. “Patience, my love,” he tuts. “I want to savor you.”
Syzoth moves on top of you and removes his hand from your bottoms before licking your essence off his fingers, showing off his long tongue. His lips crash down on yours in a passionate kiss. Eventually he moves to kiss your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and bites hickeys into your neck, making you whine again as he marks you as his. Syzoth pushes his hand up your shirt, your binder having already been removed for sleeping but he stops raising his hand at your ribs. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect,” he murmurs against your neck before gently kissing it again.
After a few more neck kisses he lifts your shirt up and over your head. Syzoth uses one hand to toy with your breast and sucks the sensitive flesh of the other. His free hand massages your side as your hand plays with the soft hair on the back of Syzoth’s head. A nip to your tit prompts a hiss and tug on Syzoth’s hair, causing him to whine. His hands trail down your body and come to rest on your hips. Making his way down he sucks and bites at your belly while your back arches to meet his lips and teeth. Syzoth kisses your stretch marks. “My pretty little mate,” he mumbles. “So gracious for carrying my hatchling. Our hatchling.” You breathlessly repeat, “our hatchling. Our baby.”
Satisfied with the marks he’s left on your body he slips off of you and off the bed. Syzoth pulls you to the edge of the bed and takes off the rest of your clothes, admiring the one he calls his mate. In his eyes every inch of you was perfect, drop dead gorgeous. Licking a strip up your cunt he makes eye contact, staring up at you with the same green puppy eyes that you couldn’t help but fall for again. Taking advantage of his forked tongue he maneuvers each tip to wrap around your t-dick, slowly stroking it.
Your head falls back as your hand tangles in his black hair to pull him closer. Syzoth obliges, taking your enlarged clit into his mouth. After a few minutes of sucking he pulls off long enough to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand, coating his finger before sliding them in and continuing sucking and licking your t-cock. With a needy exhale you grind down on his face and fingers. As he feels your walls clench around your fingers he pulls them out, coated in your arousal and lube.
His fingers slip back into you, this time stretching your ass. Syzoth pulls off your clit and fills your pussy with his tongue, reaching deep as his nose grinds against you to deliver as much pleasure as he can to you. Working his tongue and fingers in tandem has you clenching your walls around him. He pulls off completely, leaving you whining at the loss of contact. Climbing on top of you he kisses you, his tongue delving inside your mouth.
As Syzoth pulls apart to grab the condoms and slide them on you settle against the pillows again. Slotting himself between your thighs you can feel his cocks brush against your holes before gently sliding in, making sure not to hurt you. His lips reconnect with your neck as he fucks into you. Every time one of his cocks ends up slipping back out of you he desperately fumbles to put it back in, trying not to waste a second of the time he has with you. “I love you, my crest,” he mumbles against your skin, already drunk off you. You mumble it back, holding his shoulders to keep him close to you. Your nails dig into his back as he brushes against your walls.
Syzoth bites your neck in an attempt to keep himself quiet but whimpers still slip through as he continues thrusting into you. He brings his fingers to rub your t-dick as your nails leave red scratches down his back and he whispers into your ear, “you’re doing so good for me.” Your lip quivers and your pussy and ass clench around his cocks. With a moan you cum around him and a few sloppy thrusts later he cums into the condoms.
Pulling out of you he gently kisses your lips, rubbing your sides to bring you back down. After taking the condoms off and tying the ends off Syzoth throws them away. He leaves for a moment and you try to sit up, wincing from no longer being used to taking Syzoth and deciding to just stay laying down. You hear running water and Syzoth returns, carrying you to the bathroom and gently sitting you and himself into the tub. You’re leaned against his chest as he gently washes you and kisses the marks he left on your neck. “So handsome, my crest,” he whispers to you as he massages your scalp.
Finishing the bath he puts both of you in sweatshirts and clean, comfy pajama bottoms. He carries you back to bed and lays you against his chest. “Sleep in, Crest. I’ll take care of our hatchling in the morning,” Syzoth mumbles as he rubs your back in a soothing motion, lulling you to sleep.
Posting after 6 months cause my brain refused to work for fics. It only wanted bots and drawing (mostly bots)
Anyways, disclaimer: MCD, No beta (or even a second glance) we die like my self-esteem in the womb, grieving, drug and alcohol use for coping, no pronouns used for the reader except you
Word Count: 621
It had been months since you’d seen Piers, it was always hard not having him around. You did anything to fill the void. Namely illicit substances and getting too drunk to see straight or even think.
This was one of those nights, drinking after taking some pills you hadn’t bothered to read the label on. “You know you shouldn’t do that,” Piers’ voice sounded so close and so far away all at once. You shake your head. “It’s the only way to have you around anymore.” Piers sighs, a frown etched onto his face. He tilts his head as his hazel eyes study you. “Even if it is, you shouldn’t ruin yourself for a glimpse.” He reaches to place his hand on your head, you can’t tell if he even made contact.
“You’re not okay.” At this point he was sounding more like your conscience than your boyfriend. You, albeit wobbly, get up and go to your bedroom to rifle through the drawers. Eventually you find what you were looking for, that same scarf Piers would always wear always wears even when off duty.
You sit on the edge of your bed, clutching the scarf close to your chest. Piers sits next to you and just watches for a moment. “That scarf was always a comfort to me on the field, you know. It became at home too before I had you.” You look at him, his hazel eyes seeming dimmer than before. “You should get water and sleep this off,” Piers urges you, “this isn’t healthy.” “I know,” you solemnly reply. “But I’m desperate. For you, and your fucking presence.” You run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated.
Getting up, Piers’ scarf is discarded on the bed. A glass of water is consumed before laying back in bed. Looking towards the doorway you see that Piers is just standing there. “You coming to bed or are you just gonna stand there watching me like a creep?” you ask in a playful voice. He lays with you but doesn’t get under the covers. A confused expression graces your features, but you let it be and just hold onto his scarf.
“I love you, pumpkin,” Piers says as he lays by your side. “I love you too.” You go to lay against him, but Piers shakes his head. “Don’t. Let’s just enjoy the moments before sleep takes you.” The two of you lay staring into each other’s eyes. You’ve missed this closeness for so long. Piers’ hand ghosts across your cheek. Were his hands always this cold? You didn’t have time to think about it before quickly drifting off to sleep.
The next morning is filled with a splitting headache from a hangover, but the bed is empty, save for you. “Piers...?” you call out. Sitting up you call for him louder but there’s still no response. You go to get up but feel the scarf fall onto your lap. Feeling it hit your lap tears start falling down your cheeks.
You stare at a grave, finally having a clear head from last night. It reads “Here lies Piers Nivans. Loyal to the bitter end.” His captain, Chris Redfield, had told you about his last moment, how Piers sacrificed himself to protect people. He'd also given you Piers’ scarf upon his request.
Collapsing next to the grave, flowers are clutched in your hands and his scarf is around your neck. Despite the mood being melancholy, the sun shines bright. You lay the flowers on his grave. Petunias representing your anger and resentment at his death, lilies of the valley representing pain and loss, and red roses to show the love you still feel for the man that always gave his all.
Prompt: I'm not leaving you (Rudy x Alejandro, angst/fluff)
Rudy was panicking, he and Alejandro had gotten separated on a mission and Alejandro had gotten trapped. Rudy got in contact with some others of their unit to try and get Alejandro out, but he didn't think they would get there fast enough. With that in mind Rudy goes in to find Alejandro and hopefully get him out.
The building is crumbling around him as he looks for Alejandro. "Alejandro," Rudy calls out. He doesn't get a response, though that doesn't surprise Rudy. He keeps looking, trying to find the man he loves. Rudy finds a trail of blood leading into the basement. He follows it, pistol and flashlight drawn in case of danger. The trail leads to an injured Alejandro and Rudy immediately rushes to his side, holstering his gun and sitting the flashlight on the ground.
Rudy tries to move Alejandro, but it causes Alejandro too much pain. Rumbling can be heard, and Alejandro looks to Rudy, "get out of here. You know this place won't stay standing for long." Rudy just shakes his head and sits next to him. "You know I can't do that. I'm not leaving you. Not after what you did when we chased Hassan." Alejandro tries to push Rudy but is too weak to get him to move. "Rudy, leave. Los Vaqueros needs you." "So do you. I'm not letting you die alone. I've always stayed by your side; this time will be no different." Alejandro just sighs but doesn't fight him anymore, he just lets Rudy stay.
Eventually the doorway collapses, leaving the men completely trapped. "No going back now, hermano," Alejandro says. Rudy just states, "I wouldn't have changed my mind anyway. I love you too much to leave you like that." "You're certainly something else, Rudy." "It's the same loyalty you've shown me. You deserved this much at least." They hear more cracking, knowing the structural integrity is about to give out. Rudy decides to take the opportunity to finally tell Alejandro everything, "I know this is the least appropriate time for this, but I've always had feelings for you. I've loved you as more than a brother or friend for a long time." "Couldn't have said something earlier, eh? Well, I feel the same, Rudy."
They move closer, holding together in their final moments. "If I had to go out on the job, I'm glad it was the same way we started. By each other's sides." Alejandro smiles, "you had to say that in the cheesiest way possible. That's just like you."
Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Graves loves to cook with his s/o. He also loves to dance in the house with his partner. Above all else, though he loves to walk with his partner, whether it be in the park along the water's edge or in the woods.
Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Physically Graves loves his partner’s eyes, otherwise he loves their dedication to the things they love.
Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
He’d crack jokes and just try to keep his s/o’s attention on him rather than what’s distressing them.
Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Graves would picture the classic “American dream.” A nice 2 story house, white picket fence, and maybe a couple of kids. Throw in an old retired military german shepherd too.
Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Having to be so dominant at work he’d likely be a lot more passive in his relationship, though there are instances where he’ll be a bit more dominant.
Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Graves is reminded every day that it could be his last so he forgives decently easy. The most common big fight he and his partner have is how he can never tell his partner where or how long he’s going for, he knows it’s because they care about and miss him though.
Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Graves is grateful to his partner for keeping the home up and running while he’s gone. He knows his s/o has to be lonely while he’s gone for work so he’s also incredibly grateful to them for putting up with that too.
Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
He tries to share as much as he can but he’s required to keep certain things secret.
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?
Graves and his s/o change each other. Graves becomes a bit looser while his partner toughens up a bit. His s/o would learn to stick up for themselves more and Graves would take stuff less personally.
Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Graves gets jealous moderately easily, his s/o is his after all. To deal with it he tends to cling to his partner when at home but when in public he kisses them every so often to show people he’s with his partner.
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Graves isn’t a bad kisser by any means but he isn’t the best. The first kiss was nervous, almost unsure of itself. Once Graves got more comfortable kissing his s/o though it was wonderful and full of their love for each other.
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Graves would invite them for a couple of drinks at his house. Before the drinking could start though he’d ask if he could talk to them about something serious. Graves would be incredibly nervous but eventually would just say it. He’d be very surprised to find out they felt the same way.
Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Graves would absolutely want to get married. To propose he would set up a whole day for it: going out to lunch, shopping a little, walking through a park or beach under the night sky, and then where the moon and stars are most visible for a beautiful scene he'd get down on one knee and pull out a gorgeous ring. The marriage would be typical, a couple of small fights but other than that it'd be the best time of his and his partner's lives.
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
Graves generally calls his partner Doll, Sweetheart, or Sweetie.
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?
Graves is pretty good at hiding his feelings, though glimpses do leak through. He tends to be both a little softer with the one he loves but also a little more distant before he confesses. He expresses his feelings through small acts like remembering little things about them or getting small gifts that they’ll like.
PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
While Graves loves bragging about his s/o he isn’t a huge fan of PDA unless he feels like it’s needed (i.e. he’s jealous) or his partner really wants to kiss him.
Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
Graves is very charming and great at de-escalation. His charms come in when meeting the parents, and de-escalation for when he and his s/o have a fight.
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Graves is pretty romantic in a cliché way. He’d take his s/o on candlelit dates, walks on the beach or in the park, and have little picnic dates with them.
Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
He of course believes in his s/o. He’s cheering them on whenever he can. He celebrates his partner’s successes and mourns their losses.
Thrill - Do they need to try new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Graves is used to routine so he'd like to keep one at home too, though he's a lot looser on them at home than when he's on base or in missions.
Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Even if Graves is gone for extended periods of time he knows his partner really well. He is quite empathetic with his partner and can generally tell what they’re feeling.
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?
His relationship is important to him but not quite as important as Shadow Company.
Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
When he’s out doing his duty he’ll try to find little trinkets he thinks his s/o will like.
XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
During the day Graves isn’t too affectionate, a few kisses to his partner’s temple or cheek. At night, however, he can’t be pried off. He wants constant cuddles when trying to sleep, even when it’s warm.
Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Since Graves is a military man he’s used to being away for long bouts of time, but when he does get to missing his s/o he plans date nights for when he’s finally off duty.
Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of lengths?
Graves would do almost anything for his s/o. He’d fight people with zero hesitation for his partner.
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