Why R You Such A Good Writer Wtf I Love Your Work I Was Wondering If You Wrote For Graves? If So, I Was

why r you such a good writer wtf i love your work 😭😭 i was wondering if you wrote for graves? if so, i was wondering if you could please write smth about the reader being higher military (like a colonel/ssg or something) and is KIA but the actually faked it so they waltz in when graves is grieving?

→ ⋆ title ୨୧ ;; HEROES NEVER DIE

→ ⋆ synopsis ୨୧ ;; graves has yet to figure out your abrupt disappearance after a mission. → ⋆ notes ୨୧ ;; faked death, angst with a full ending, colonel!reader, forgive me . i don’t know shit about the military but my dad’s in it if it counts😭 , i wrote this at 5 am so bear with me , the reader’s race , ethnicity, hair , or looks are not specified

“you know i like that shit!” you exclaim, proud of your soldiers. the shadow company and phoenix force had orders to come together for a save-and-rescue mission in bangkok. a new terrorist organization had disturbed the peacefulness of the residents of their home country

during the multiple operations for the shadow company and phoenix force coming together, graves took a liking to you. it was hard for him to crack your code. you were a woman of morals. work was the most important thing to you.

and falling in love in a work area? not ideal. but, it was graves. he always got what he wanted.

“uh, ya know you got that from me, right?” phillip struts over to you, a hand on his hip. “that just means i hang out with you too much.” you smile, popping a hip out. “c’mere, colonel.” phillip pulls you by one of your loose hooks on your vest, kissing you.

before he could see it, a red dot centered right on your forehead. “mo—”

pang

blood splattered all over graves. he was…confused. what just happened? why can’t he move? why is he breathing so hard right now?

he scrambled to your body, staring at the large bullet hole in your forehead. whoever it was had it out for you.

“no, no, no!” he wiped the blood spilling from your lips. “you can’t. you can’t die.” this was the first time you would see him vulnerable. and the moment wouldn’t even last long.

you weakly lift your arm, caressing his cheek. “it’ll all make sense one day.”

those were the last words you spoke to him. they didn’t make sense. he’d understand? wha—where you supposed to die? was this planned before? where you in on it?

6 years had passed. you were assumed dead by many. you haven’t been seen by anyone. all anybody knew that you were KIA. graves refused to give details during debrief. he didn’t want to remember his lover dying in his arms.

he shook his head at the thought, turning back to his computer. general shepard had sent him some files and forms to look at. he wished to be at his house, laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling. like he’s been doing for years now. but duty calls.

“knock knock, commander.”

he sighed, not wanting to be bothered for the day. maybe even the rest of his career. “it’s open.” he groaned. “well, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” you chuckle.

his head snapped towards you. he couldn’t believe it. did the government clone you? is this real right now?

he could care less. he missed you like hell and he finally has you in front of him. “you’re fucking alive!” he pushes his chair back, running around his desk to hug you. “jesus, you’re alive.” he sobs, pulling you closer. he puts his hand in your hair, squeezing it to make sure this is real and not a dream.

“phillip, i’m—” “i don’t care what happened,” he sniffles, “i’m just glad you’re alive.”

his tears soak the top part of your tee. but you didn’t mind. you knew how much graves was hurting inside. if it were up to you, you would’ve never faked your death.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, graves. i didn’t want to.” you explained. the last thing you wanted was for him to hate you. “i know, honey. i know.” his voice cracks. “don’t leave me again. swear you won’t.” he pulls a few pieces of your hair behind your ear.

“i promise.”

i need more smut of constantine

i have a request and it’s coming soon. i swear

i swear

i love ur acc sm and ur such a good writer 🤞🏼 i love how u write for john wick and graves but i am here to say that ur c.ai bot is sauur good i saw it on iovesia's blog and i had to check it out i luv it !!!

i never thought i’d hear/see those words🤭i’m working on a neo one rn

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⋆୨୧ ; find your way back to my bed , again

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; your captain finds solidarity in your cunt you .

→ 🩰 ;; daddy price😍 (he’s a warning himself) , doggy style , smut , big d*ck energy , john and reader have a “ secret ” relationship , unprotected s*x ( make sure he wears a raincoat ) , i don’t know how to write foreplay 😖 NOR SMUT😭 , the reader’s race . skin tone . hair color/type is not specified

“that all you got gaz?” you wipe the blood running from your nose, smirking at him. “bring it.” you rush him, making him fall. he now lays on his stomach, his arms on his back which are held by you. “you gotta try harder next time, buddy.” you bend over, whispering in his ear.

“ [ name ]! get off him!” your captain shouted. the ends of your shorts rose up, your ass on full display for him. but price knew you did this on purpose. he’s been depriving you of attention so he knew you went through all of this for him to notice.

“my office, now.” price stomps out the training room, steaming practically coming from his ears. “ooo~ sounds like you’re in trouble.” gaz teases as you get off of him. “oh shut up, kyle.”

“so what’d you call me for, captain?” you cross your legs. he hates when you called him captain. “it’s john.” “but you’re my captain.” you tease. “don’t play dumb, sweetheart.” he stalks close to you. his frame towers over you, making you look small. his fingers slide in your belt loops, slowly pulling them off of you. “you didn’t have to go through all of that, doll. i was here the whole time.”

“but you said you were busy.” you playfully pout. “never too busy for you.” he take your lips on his, shimmying your shorts and panties off. your thighs were pried open. his calloused finger rubs up your slit, collecting your slick. “so wet, baby.” he takes his finger to his mouth. “so sweet.” he take his finger out his mouth, plunging it inside of you.

“god, you’re so tight.” your walls tighten around his digit, making him groan. his presses lip’s against yours, this time his tongue slipping past yours. “no teasing. i just want you, johnny.” you bite his lip. “then bend over.” he pats your thigh, pulling you off the desk.

you hold yourself by your elbows, arching your back. his tip kisses your cervix. “johnny.” his hand reaches your, intertwining with your fingers. “it’s like you’re made for me.” his eyes focus on your ass. the way it recoils with every thrust.

his hand strikes your bottom, making you whine. “sorry, honey. i couldn’t help it.” he rubs the sore spot. “i don’t think i can last long.” his hips begin to stutter. “m-me neither.” you both came in unison, him painting your inside white. your body withers under him.

then the thought comes into your mind. he didn’t wear a condom. “did you just—” he puts a hand over your mouth, “i’ll get you a pill.”

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐀 𝐑 𝐄 𝐔 𝐍 𝐅 𝐈 𝐗 𝐀 𝐁 𝐋 𝐄

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; when he calls, he doesn’t call for her, he calls for you.

→ ⋆🩰 ;; cheater!phillip , phillip cheating on reader but thinks sex can make up for it , NEVER GET WITH A CHEATIN’ MAN ! ! , c^nnulingus , lana’s shades of cool is perfect for this.

he didn’t even try to cover the lipstick mark on his neck. it was there, waving hello to you. it was also reminding you that you needed to leave him. that you didn’t need to put up with him anymore.

“thought you’d be asleep, darlin’.” he walks over to you. “c’mere.” he leans in to kiss you, but your hands raises to push him away from you. you couldn’t even look him in the eyes. if you did, you’d forget about leaving him.

“sweetheart, she doesn’t mean anything.” he lies. “if she doesn’t, then why do you keep going to her?” you counter. he knew you were right. if she didn’t mean anything to him, why go back?

“i come home to you everyday, right? why does anything else matter?” he leans in closer, “look at me.” you shake your head, “sweetheart, look at me.”

when you shook your head again, he got frustrated. “just look at me!” he takes your jaw and forces your eyes to meet his.

“look, i don’t love her. i love you. and only you.” he pulls you into a kiss. “fuck her, she’s not my wife.” his hands caress your waist. “you’re my wife.” he says between kisses. “come on, baby. say you love me.”

the moment you looked into his eyes, every thought you had was thrown out. his charming smirk, his vague country accent. it was all too much for you. that’s why you fell in love with him.

you melt as his thumb rubs on the apple of your cheek. “that’s ma girl.” he smirks in the kiss.

his arms circle around your thighs, taking you to your shared bedroom. “don’t ever leave me.” he rolls your bottoms off of you. “ever.” you couldn’t say you wouldn’t because you knew deep down that you would. you needed to.

he rests your bare legs on his shoulders, looking down at you. “i love you, baby.” he kisses from your ankle down to your inner thigh. “i love you so much.” the top of his tongue drags on the mound of your cunt. you squirm at his teasing actions.

his lips wrap around your bud. “fuck.” you silently whimper. your thighs squeeze around his head, making him laugh. “i’m the only one that can make you feel this way, darlin’.” he licks a stripe between his slit.

you clenched around nothing. phillip noticed. “you want somethin’?” he chuckles. you nod. he sticks his finger in you, thrusting as he continued to lick you up. your eyes rolls back as the band in your stomach began to tear. “you close, sweetheart?” he teases. his tongue flicks at your clit, getting you closer.

the band finally ripped. your juices sprayed out, damping his face and the sheets below you. he pulled back, his lower face glistening.

“don’t leave my sweetheart. please. i can be better.” but you knew those were meaningless words. he couldn’t be fixed. he was just…graves.