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.”

synopsis ; after being pestered for weeks about going to ted’s party, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone. notes ; evil!ted , i only used pictures of keanu ooc bc i couldn’t find a good one , s*x , i tried making this have an 80’s feeling , that’s about it 🫠 , reader’s race . ethnicity . hair type or color is not specified

“you’re such a buzzkill. you’re wearing jean shorts and a spaghetti top to ted’s party.” sophie scoffs, applying her red bright lipstick that you advised her not to wear while holding her handheld mirror.

“you know i don’t like going out to parties. they always get ruined by the police.” you shrug.

your friends were not helping your anxiety in any way. they were picking fun at how you dressed, put on your makeup, the way you did your hair. it wasn’t your fault that you weren’t a quick-curl barbie.

“can we just get this over with? i wanna go home.” you stand up, crossing your arms. “yeah, daniel should be here in a minute.”

ah yes. daniel. the boy you’ve tried telling sophie that he wasn’t the one. he’s hit on you many times. sometimes even in front of her. groped you. the whole 9 yards. but she was to in love to see how much of a bad man he is.

you roll your eyes, waiting for this whole night to be over.

“there’s ted!” sophie squeals, pointing at the party host. he was talking to some jocks that go to your school. all with bad rep.

the house was full and trashed. you could barely make it to the couch without being pushed or sandwiched in between someone.

“someone having a bad time?” ted leans over the couch, whisper ling in your ear.

this wasn’t your first encounter with him. once, you and him and a project together. but of course, you did all the work and only got half credit.

you were real picky about your grades and now that ted logan came in and screwed it all up, you tried avoiding him.

“you just love bothering me, huh?” you cross your arms and your leg. “you didn’t get enough when you screwed up my grade?” he scoffs, “it was a C. get over it.” he jumps over the couch, sitting next to you.

“what are you doing here anyways? you don’t like going out from what i heard.” he rests his arm behind you, watching the party go on. “my friends basically forced me to get out.” you sigh.

“good,” he snickers. “your face was always stuffed in a book.” “oh shut up. you’re mad because you have a 4th grade reading level.” you tease.

the both of you turned your head to each other at the same time, laughing.

you don’t remember what happened in the in between. but now ted was naked and shedding off your clothes. “i knew you were hot under those clothes.” he chuckles, taking a nipple into his mouth and swiping the pad of his thumb on the other, making you shiver.

“fuck, ted.” your back arches. his teeth slightly nibble at your bud, “ted.” you smack his head, making him laugh. “i was having fun.” “not while chewing on my tit.”

he softly laughs, crawling on top of you. “we should’ve done this sooner.” he kisses your collarbone while sliding in you. “you better pull out, ted.” you wince, adjusting to size.

he hissed at how tightly you clenched around him. “fuck, baby. you might cut my dick off.” he laughs as his hips start thrusting in you. one hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding your hand beside your head.

for some reason, the thrusts felt…passionate. like he’s been needing this from you. “yes, yes.” you chant, coaxing him to go faster. “fuck yes.” your eyes were screwed shut.

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, suppressing his moans and grunts as the tip of his cock kissed your walls. “you feel like heaven.” he kisses behind your ear

your toes were curled. legs were shaking. you could barely talk. all signs of how close your orgasm was. “that’s right , baby. come.” he gave one more sharp thrust before the knot in your stomach broke.

he grunts before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one quick motion. “te-” his cock was pushed into you again but he was pounding into you.

his grip on your hips were sure to leave bruises tomorrow. the wind was knocked out of you. only pants and grunts slipped from ted’s mouth. “fuck yes.” he bit his lip. “fuck, baby.” his hip snapped before he pulled out, spilling his seed on your back.

“je-jesus.” he pants out, flopping beside you. “your nut is on my back.” you point out. “so?” he shrugs, not understanding why you seem upset. “how am i gonna get it off?!”

he chuckles at how concerned you are then kisses your cheek. “i’ll clean it up tomorrow.”

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omg this is a request, BUT. could you write a fic about bruce wayne and a normal woman who isn't rich at all with some age gap and somehow they broke up. ( bruce throws her out of the house because he thinks she cheated on him and someone sent him photos but they are fake ) and then five years later she has a daughter blablabla cut to the point where they are having angry reuinon hardcore sex thank you take care ilysm <3

⋆୨୧ mistakes were made

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; don’t believe everything you see .

→ 🩰 ;; doggy , hair pulling ( if you’re bald…imagine you with hair ) , reunion s*x , breeding ( he wants another kid 😭 ) , erm…idk , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . nor looks are described

“ are you fucking serious? ” bruce rushes at you, phone in hand. “what are you talking about?” he flips the screen, showing a picture of you kissing another. “what—who the fuck is that?”

“we had everything. everything! and you wasted it!” bruce felt betrayed. he had a hard time opening up, let alone being in a relationship. but you didn’t do anything. you didn’t even know the person in the photo.

before you could give your piece, bruce speaks before you. “pack your stuff.” your eyes widen. is he serious? he didn’t even listen to what you had to say.

with all your things packed, you look back at bruce before walking out of the front door.

but it was okay. you can take care of this baby by yourself.

5 years later .

‘you didn’t need bruce.’ you kept telling yourself. but you did. not for you. but for her. you knew bruce would know how to raise her. you didn’t have a clue on how to change her diaper.

you sat on the edge of your bed, running your hands down your face. you can get through this. do it for her. that was your mantra. all for your babygirl.

a light knock from your bedroom door snaps you out of your thoughts. “mommy?” you turn to the door. “come in.” “someone’s at the door.” what? “go to your room.” you command. you’d rather be hurt by whoever is was than her.

looking through the peep hole, you see…bruce? the fuck is he doing here? you step from the door, keeping quiet.

“i know you’re there. just open the door.” bruce speaks. “i just want to meet my daughter.” how did he know? you unlock the door, the chain lock keeping the door cracked. “what are you talking about?”

“just open the door.” his face is stoic and cold as he speaks. you open the door, but standing in front of him, not letting him in. “what are you talking about?”

“my daughter. i have a right to be in her life.” you get closer to him, “no, you lost the right the moment you thought i cheated on you. did you ever think the photo is edited?” as you got closer to him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “bruce, get of—”

“i made a mistake, a big one. i didn’t think it through when i saw the photo and i’m sorry.” you search his eyes for any type of a lie. but there was nothing. absolutely nothing but love.

“i fucking hate you.” you smash your lips onto his, pulling him inside your apartment. “don’t be loud. she’s in her room right now.” you whisper to him as you take him to your room.

the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, bruce pushing you in the bed, quickly removing your clothes. “turn over.” he commands, slapping your thigh. getting on your hands and knees, you feel him striking at your ass then kneading it repeatedly. “b-bruce.” you whimper, you head hanging low.

“pick your head up.” he grips a section of your head, pulling your head back up. “you’re wet, huh?” his two fingers slide up your clothed cunt, teasing you. “bruce, don’t.” you seethed through your teeth. “okay baby.” he kisses down your back, pulling his and your underwear off.

“fuck! i missed this pussy.” he groans, his grip on your hair getting tighter. his thrusts were venomous, filled with lust. maybe anger. “i missed this too.” your arms were beginning to wear out with every thrust he gave you.

suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, both of his hand now on your hips. he lifted you up a bit, hitting you at a different angle. “bruce.” you cry out. “shhh, our daughter’s in her room, remember?” he teases, chuckling at your withering body.

“i’m gonna cum in you. you want that? huh?” he slaps your ass. “yeah, bruce. fuck!” “i want another. i wanna see you fucking pregnant.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore. your arousal covered both of your lower bodies, making him smirk. “you always came quick.” he taunts. “fuck, pretty girl. i’m not gonna last long.” he bends over, kissing your neck.

your cunt gets warm, his load filling you up. “don’t waste a drop or we’ll have to do this again.” he pulls out of you, stuffing the leaking drops back in. you whine, stilling feeling sore. “i’m not opposed to that.”

i need more smut of constantine

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

i swear

your writing is so cute 🫶🏼

thank you ! !🤗🤗

this makes me want to write more🤭❤️

if i see another black girl who grew up with her dad, i’m going to shoot myself in the face