#phillip graves/reader

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Lover Be Good to Me

This is the first thing I've finished in forever. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Contains: Mild violence, protective Graves, fluff, smut (fingering, P in V)

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Be as you've always been (lover, be good to me) - Hozier

Phillip was all Southern gentleman, all Ma'am and Sweetheart and Darlin' and pulled out chairs and opened doors and hats and shoes off inside, all please and thank you kindly. But you were under no illusions, he was still man, and a violent one at that, he's soft like a guard dog or a thumb on a pulsing jugular, gentle only for you.

You wondered as you stood there, hands clenched by your side as you watched his fist make with the face of the man who was dumb enough to follow you to your car after you turned him down if he saw this as the declaration of possession that it was. He must have because, with each punch, he was scolding the man for bothering his woman. 

"Phillip, Honey, that's enough." 

He dropped the man's collar the moment the words left your mouth, and a second later, he was pulling him up by his face to admonish him one final time. "If I ever see you around again, I'll finish the job, understand?" 

The man hurried away with a terrified nod, and Phillip walked over to collect the grocery bags and placed them into the truck bed like his hand wasn't bloody and bruised before opening your door with a smile. "Sorry about that Darlin', I should have gone in with you."

You shook your head and climbed in, hoping this wouldn't turn into him drowning himself in guilt. "I think the phone call about Mattews and his broken leg took precedence over everything," he went to correct you, and you raised your finger to stop him. "I'm a grown woman, Phillip, and I can look after myself so I don't want to hear it." 

He sighed and reached over to place his hand on your knee as he drove towards home. "You're right, I just want to keep you safe." 

You nodded and took his hand in yours. "I know and that's why I'm going to be gentle when I clean those cuts on your knuckles." 

He chuckled, his smile warm and bright as the mood lifted. "You are an angel sent from heaven Darlin'."

****

Phillip didn't flinch as you cleaned the cuts on his knuckles; rather, he took in the look of concentration on your face with a dreamy smile and adoration filled eyes. "How did I get so lucky?"

You sighed. "I don't think it was luck, my love, or are you telling me all that wooing you did was just you throwing shit at the wall hoping it would stick?"

He pressed his lips together to suppress a smile and plucked the cotton round out from between your fingers before taking your hand in his hand and lifting it up to his lips. "Oh no, Sweetheart, I agonised over every flower."

His lips moved from your fingertips to the back of your hand, then to your wrist, slowly making their way up your arm until they met the edge of your sleeve. "Phill, your hand, I need to finish cleaning it."

He chuckled against your skin as his eyes flicked to yours. "It was clean five cotton balls ago." The hand that wasn't holding yours curled into the hem of your T-shirt as he moved to pull it upwards. "Now, are you going to let me appreciate you, or am I going to have to work for it?"

His lips were at your neck now, soft and sweet as he worried a spot into your skin. "I need to put dinner on."

He kissed a path to your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke. "I'll order in while you soak in the tub after we're done, whatever you want and dessert."

There was no point in arguing, not that you wanted to. You took his head in your hands as he grinned and pressed your lips to his as he wrapped his arms around your body. He pulled back, pecking your nose as he pulled you further into his lap. "I'll take that as a yes?"

You nodded. "How could I say no to that?"

You let out a yelp as the world shifted, and you found yourself lying on your back on the couch while he hovered over you. His body rippled as he sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head, and he flashed you a movie star smile as he watched you drink in the sight of his firm torso. "Like what you see Darlin'?"

"You know I do." You reached up to run your hand up his body, and he took your seeking hand off his pec to press it to his lips again. He settled between your legs, smiling as you pushed yourself up so you could pull off your shirt.

He took a breath to just look, his eyes heavy with lust as a bludge grew in the jeans. He watched with a clenched jaw as you took off your bra and chewed the side of his cheek out of habit as he reached down to remove your jeans. "God, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on."

You pulled your top half up using his belt loops, and he met you halfway, the kiss messy and forceful this time as you rushed to free him of his pants. He groaned as the pressure let off his cock, and his eyes fluttered closed as you ran a single finger from base to tip. "Are you planning on making beg Darlin'?"

He would if you wanted him too, he would cut his own heart out and hand it to you bleeding if you asked, but you shook your head. "No, I don't want you to beg."

His face crinkled with a smile, and he yanked your panties down your legs before running a hand from your knee to your inner thigh. "Can I?"

"I would like that very much." He groaned as his fingers made contact with your flesh, his eyes set on your face as he shifted downwards to be closer to you. He was slow and careful, seemly more focused on the pleasure slowly building in your face than actually progressing the rising heat in your core. "Are you going to make me beg my love?"

There was a hint of villainy in his smile, but he shook his head. "No, even though I fucking love the sound of you begging." His fingers became more insistent as he buried his face in your neck to nuzzle your flesh, growing like an animal as you bared your jugular to him. He let out an appreciative grunt at your moan when he slid two of his dextrous fingers inside you, and his eyes were back on your face, taking in each twitch and shift as this thumb found your clit, and his fingertips pressed your G-spot.

He was close enough that you could feel the ghost of his breath on your face, but any attempt to kiss him was met with a quick peck before he returned to focusing on your expression. There was something about the way he was looking at you that made you feel like you were going to catch fire, and before you could utter another word, your back was aching off the couch as the rush of pleasure took you by surprise.

His voice was all gravel and lust when he finally spoke. "We're getting a fucking mirror for our bedroom tomorrow and you're going to sit on the bed naked while I hang it so I can fuck you the second I'm done."

He cut off your reply with a kiss, sealing his lips to yours, and he slicked up his cock with your wetness before shifting before your legs and notching himself at your entrance. "You want me Sweetheart?"

You threw your legs over his waist and sunk your teeth into his lower lips, and he chuckled. "I hear you loud and clear gorgeous." The side home was slow and pressed as much of himself to you as he could as his hips began to rock.

His forehead fell on yours as your eyes met, and he smiled softly. "I love you so much y/n."

You moved your hand from his back to his cheek, and he nuzzled into your palm. "I love you too Phillip." The kiss was softer than his quickening hips, and he didn't seem to care that you were still sensitive as he worked you towards the second orgasm of the night. His hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit and he took full advantage of your gasps, swallowing them down like a starving man as he slammed into you.

You dug your nails into his back, but the spark of pain only served to spur him on, and you knew he'd be wearing the red crescents tomorrow at training with pride, in fact, it seemed that he'd take any excuse to show off the marks when you left them on his flesh. He proved your point when he all but roared as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder as you came.

His hips stuttered, and he reciprocated your bite, his teeth your skin as he pulsed inside you. "Fuck I love you."

You giggled and pressed your cheek to his. "You said that already."

He smiled, it was all boyish and sweet. "And I'll say it again. I love you."

You rubbed his nose with yours and pecked him. "I love you too."

You sighed as he slowly moved off you, and the air suddenly felt chilly without his heat. He extended his hand and gestured up the stairs. "I believe I promised you a bath and takeout?"

You nodded. "You did. I want French."

You took his hand, and he pulled you to your feet and into his arms. "Whatever you want."

Fin

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[skele-ghost]

Fuck in the Graveyard (not really)

Summary: (Graves/Reader) You’ve been taking illegal suppressants for wayyy too long, and when you miss a dose, it all comes crashing down.

Content Warning: A/B/O Omegaverse dynamics, reader is afab, female pronouns?, substance abuse, technically is a fuck or die situation, p in v, knotting, brief fingering

Graves is kinda sweet in this one. I’ve never posted my stuff anywhere before and this is the first fic I’ve written in second person. Let me know what y’all think. I do not take requests.

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The thing about taking illegal suppressants is that you have to time them perfectly. You’d better have your cycle down to a science, and you’d better take them three days before your heat, during, and three days after—and don’t you dare take them any more than 24 hours apart.

That’s how you wound up completely fucked: you took one dose two hours too late, and now the suppressants were completely ineffective. Was it really your fault? No, you’d been in the middle of a firefight, for fucks sake! But by some sick case of luck and science that made next to no sense, your heat started to build.

You hid being an Omega as much as you could. It wasn’t exactly a secret—it was there in your file for anyone to see. But so long as your heats were taken care of and you weren’t sending every Alpha within a mile radius into a rut, the military was happy.

And you were happy to let them believe that you were taking the regular course of suppressants that they prescribed you, and not the dangerous, high-dose, illegal ones that you preferred. They made your scent next to undetectable and made sure you could actually think straight when you were suppressing your heat, unlike the regular ones.

You were a specialist, an asset of high importance, and you’d be damned if you’d let your own biology stand in the way of that.

That’s why you liked the Shadows. Graves sent you a job offer after working with you on a mission gone sour in Urzikstan. He admired the way you kept your head cool when the world was falling apart around you. Even when you disclosed your designation, he shrugged it off.

“As long as you can keep your head cool like you did out there, we won’t have any problems,” he’d said.

And you’d kept your promise for nearly two years, now. But that was a long time to go without a heat, and a long time to be surrounded by the heady scent of Alpha unclaimed.

You were ashamed of the way you had to take off earlier. Once everyone was back from the mission, in one piece, settled in, you bolted, feeling the heat and sweat cling to you like a second skin.

It was sheer resolve that allowed you to keep the scent patches on for so long, little bandages clamped over your glands with a strong deodorizer, not letting anything out. You nearly passed out from the intense pain of prying them off your neck and wrists, the scent glands over-sensitive to even a breeze.

You blink away the tears quickly; you have to stay focused. You’ll drive to the safe house and crash there, get something planned. You knew the consequences of completely suppressing your heat for so long with such toxic drugs. Now you had to live with the consequences.

The little white farmhouse is remote, nestled deep in an old growth wood. It was beautiful, living up to the pictures you’d seen when Graves had shown it to you as a precaution. It had been in his family for generations before he fixed it up and decided to turn it into a safe house.

You pant as you put the car in park, staring at the building for a moment, your thoughts jumbled and disconjointed. As much as you want to melt into the seat, you have to get inside. A cold shower—that’s what you promise yourself, meek little motivation.

It manages to pull you out of the truck, onto shaky legs that want to collapse underneath you, but you push on.

They key is behind a brick on the foundation beneath the porch. It takes you a moment to remember which one—Graves had only shown you once.

Since you are the only unclaimed omega in the Shadows, he told you where the house was and how to access it. Just in case you had, in his words, “omega-related problems.” It isn’t too far from base. You’d have to figure out some way to show your eternal gratitude for the man…if you ever saw him again.

You retrieve the key and turn to make your way up the stairs, and that’s when things go sideways. You trip on the last step, crashing onto the porch with a force that shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

The key falling out of your hand is the last coherent thought that you have before the pain takes over. Your sensitive skin and muscles cry out and it feels like hitting a sore bruise, everywhere.

You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare up at the watery image of the porch’s ceiling. There’s a wasp’s nest, gross, but it’s November. They’re either sleeping or dead from the cold.

And thank god it’s cold, because at least your skin doesn’t feel like it’s completely on fire.

You know this is bad. You’ve deteriorated too quickly, the heat sneaking up and hitting you like a blitz attack from the dark.

As much as you hate to admit it, heats are necessary. It gets rid of built-up chemicals in the brain, provides a release to make new ones. Not quite like sleep was necessary, but in a similar fashion.

You’re worried that this one might kill you. You’re worried that if this one isn’t quelled and satisfied, you might end up brain-dead or in an eternal coma like the people in those stories your middle school health class scared you with.

But in the face of death? All that you wish is that you could apologize for the inconvenience. What kind of paperwork would Graves have to fill out for your corpse? Would he get in trouble for not monitoring you, for not knowing about your use of the illegal suppressants?

You slip into unconsciousness, the word ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue.

-

A whimper is all you manage as you stir awake, the first thing you notice being the thick, heavy, intoxicating scent of an Alpha, and one you know.

Graves smells like bonfires and bourbon, or maybe it’s whiskey? You make a breathy moan at the smell, brows furrowing as you feel yourself being carried.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, his voice making a nice rumble trail down your spine.

He’s holding you bridal style and then holds you close to him as he sits down, tucking your head into his neck so that you can scent him.

It cools the flames slightly, letting your mind clear itself of the fog as you finally stir, opening your eyes.

“Com-mander?” You ask, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He pulls you back, glancing down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern. “(Y/N), what’s going on? You don’t smell right, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Suppressants…not working,” you grit out, whimpering as an uncomfortable cramp begins in your gut.

“The ones you’ve been taking? Why, what’s wrong with them?” He lays you down on the bed he’d been sitting on and you whine at the loss of contact, squinting your eyes shut at the cramping.

You can hear him search through your bag, the one that had been digging painfully into your back a few minutes ago, and you hear the rattle of a pill bottle.

“Oh, (Y/N), you didn’t…” he says, and you can only imagine what his expression is as he looks at the bottle. It’s pretty damning—the prescription bottle with someone else’s name blacked out on it, half empty, label reading exactly what’s inside.

Graves returns to your side, his cool hand on your cheek turning you to look up at him. He looks…betrayed? Crestfallen? Worried, above all else, as he holds the bottle up with one hand.

“(Y/N), tell me you didn’t take these—tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” he demands, the command in his tone making a gush of slick escape you, adding to your already soaked panties.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper, tears blurring up along your waterline.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he growls, tossing the pills onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “What do I do? You need to go to a hospital, is that it?”

You shake your head, “no, they can’t do anything. And I’d get arrested—ah!” You cry out, curling inwards as a sharp, painful cramp rolls through. Slick gushes out of you again, your organs overproducing as if they need to make up for all the missed heats. After a few agonizing moments it calms down and leaves you gasping, tears rolling down your cheeks.

You know what your options are, you know how fucked up this is, and you know that Graves is probably going to fire you after this—but you also know that you’re not ready for the final alternative.

“Please, it hurts!” You beg, pleading up at the sight of your commander above you, “please, Alpha.”

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, pursing his lips in that way you’ve always found so hot, “are you sure? You’re not thinking clearly, (Y/N).”

You nod frantically, grabbing his arm and scenting his wrist, keening at the smell, “please, please, Graves.”

His restraint snaps and he climbs ontop of you, pinning your wrists to the bed and placing his mouth on yours. You moan into it, trying to lift you hips up to get some kind of friction to no avail.

He pulls away and you tilt you head aside to give him better access to your neck as he scents you, breathing in deeply and growling. You cry out as he runs his tongue and teeth along the glands.

“I never got a good smell of you, (Y/N), you always wear those damn patches and I always want to rip them off,” he nibbles along your jaw, your whines and whimpers filling the small bedroom.

“Alpha, please,” you beg, desperate, clenching around nothing when you want to be clenching around him. “Inside, please put it inside.”

“I know, baby,” he says, pecking your lips again before he pulls back, hands gliding along your sides as he pulls your shirt off. “You’re burning up.”

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you squirm, whining and babbling as he pulls your bra off, too. The cooler air feels nice on your sweat-sheen skin, and you buck your hips as Graves gets off of you, hooking his fingers to pull your pants and panties down in one fell swoop.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses, then groans at the sight of your slick, how it clings to your parties in wet strings before he pulls them away.

Your boots are still on and he didn’t get your pants all the way off, but maybe seeing how soaked you are makes Graves hasty.

The most pornographic moan escapes you as he sinks two fingers in your hole, your sweet little cunt sucking them in and clenching down.

“Fuck, good Omega,” Graves groans, slipping in a third finger that has you moaning even louder.

Every spot he hits is the right one, every move pure ecstasy. Your voice is a broken babble of pleads and curses and moans, begging for your commander to fuck you, to take you, to make you his.

You almost sob when he retracts his fingers, not even caring to wipe them as he rolls you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pulling them up into the air, right against his own.

Feeling his erection against your ass, you turn downright frantic, “please please please, please fuck me, Alpha, please I need your knot so bad!”

He hisses as you rub against him and he begins unbuckling his belt, which only spurs you on more. He manages to still your hips and get his pants down, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

You keen embarrassingly loud as he enters you, slowly letting every inch of himself be swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

When he bottoms out, pressing against your cervix, it’s like a switch flips. You cum, whining as your legs shake, as Graves gasps behind you.

“Goddamn, baby,” he drawls, squeezing into the meat of your hips. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Your brain is too melted with lust to be able to form any coherent sentence. When he pulls out and slowly thrusts back into you, testing the waters, you all but go limp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan.

“Goooood girl,” he praises, speeding up his thrusts and finding a steady rhythm, your skin slapping together. “So slick and tight for me, omega, good god—“

All you can do is moan and take it. There’s no more painful cramping, and though your skin is still hot it’s not as bad. Your body is getting exactly what it needs: a good, hard fucking by a big, strong Alpha.

“(Y/N),” Graves moans, his voice sounding so sweet to your ears, “so good, baby. Better than I ever imagined.”

You keen at that, at your alpha wanting you—well, he isn’t yours, is he? It makes your heart sting slightly but that’s quickly forgotten with a slap to your ass, sending shockwaves of excitement through you.

You can feel yourself getting tighter, getting ready to be thrown over the edge again, and you can feel Graves speed up his thrusts, his knot slowly beginning to swell inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “gonna give you my knot, gonna fill you up good—“

His thrusts get even harder, even rougher, and you cry out, feeling yourself come tumbling violently over the edge as his knot catches on you, cumming in waves like the sea crashes onto shore.

Graves stills inside you, making good on his promise, shooting ropes and ropes of hot seed. You can feel his swollen knot inside you, just past your entrance, making your pussy full in the most delicious way. You hear him catch his breath before he carefully rolls you both over onto your sides, laying down with you on the bed.

You hum happily as he wraps his arms around you, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder as both of your ragged breathing calms.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, his voice husky in a way that makes you wish you were his.

“Yeah,” you manage to reply, running your hands along the arms that hold you.

“I don’t want you taking those damn pills ever again,” he growls, making you shiver. “Understand?”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, confused at the soft expression on his face. It’s almost…vulnerable? Wasn’t he going to fire you?

“Commander?”

“This isn’t up for debate,” he says. Behind his blue eyes is a fire you know well, akin to the one that dances in his eyes on the battlefield. “I’ll drug test you if I have to, but I’m not going to lose you to some stupid suppressants.”

You blink. “You’re not going to fire me?”

“What? No,” he says like you’re crazy for thinking so. “But if you want to stay, darlin,’ we’re going to need to set some ground rules.”

“Okay,” you agree, relieved. You didn’t want to lose your job, it’s a good gig. The employee benefits are killer…and you’d miss your commander.

“It’s simple, (Y/N), no more illegal suppressants, and you come to me for your heats,” that bastard smirk of his returns and you giggle.

“Are you propositioning me, Commander?”

“Hell, yes I am,” he says proudly, reaching up to caress your cheek. “Probably should’ve done it sooner.”

You lean in and kiss him, enjoying how it sweetens his scent. Your heart flutters in place, content, elated; you had only ever dreamed of this. You finally have him.

“Oh, and no more scent patches. You smell too damn good to be covered up.”

You roll your eyes at him, still grinning. “You sure about that? I don’t think you’ll like every other alpha sniffing after me.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep you safe,” he says confidently, placing a lingering kiss to your cheek. His eyes hint at something darker, “besides… they’ll catch on.”

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[evieliney]

how i feel after searching for hours for fluff but all i can find is sucking their soul out of their dick.

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[deunmiu-dessie]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁�� 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

[kismetlotts]

call of duty p-links -`◇´-

♡︎ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ ♡︎

18/21+, MDNI, mature themes

triggering, upsetting and explicit content below

proceed at your own risk ⬏

Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.

[uglygirltrying]

bunny!reader and hare!simon!!!

hare!simon who finds himself a cute, little bunny, and takes them for himself. bunny!reader with soft, fluffy ears, and small cotton ball tail, that twitches and flutters in excitement. bunny!reader is round and soft, the sweetest thing that her mate has ever seen. all that fluff, pressed against hare!simon's abdomen when he pounds into her, and mutters into her ear about kits... hare!simon with a dirty fur and a dirty mind, scars and thinning fur, but a passion for keeping his mates pure white fur clean hare!simon who leads his bunny to calm river, taking a dip into it with her in his lap hare!simon who sniffs his bunny's neck for that sweet aroma, nipping the skin there, while his cock slips inside her. the water around them splashes while the dirty and scarred hare dumbs his load into his bunny's cunt. bunny!reader who whines at a sudden, strange, new smell that wafts through the air. hare!simon whose ears tense up at the same time, but not at her whine, but at the sounds from the forest around them. hare!simon who immediately stands up, ushering bunny!reader out of the water and behind him. hare!simon whose chest puffs out, when fox!graves stalks towards them, out of the bushes, a mischievous smirk on the carnivores face. hare!simon who's always ready to fight, kill, and die for his mate.

[cherie-doll]

I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

your kids asking the cod men (+konig and graves) about area 51

a/n: i know area 51 is in the US but this is just a fun crack fic

♡ john price (dad mode: engaged)

you’re washing dishes in the kitchen. wearing that robe he bought you. your youngest is drawing on the fridge whiteboard. your oldest, spoon in hand, squints up at him like a little detective.

“dad, do aliens live in area 51?”

price, sipping his tea, doesn’t miss a beat:

“they did. we evicted ’em in ‘98.”

you laugh softly. “john—”

“one of ’em tried to take your mum on a date,” he adds, folding the paper, eyes twinkling. “had to break four of his fingers. little green shit never came back.”

he winks at you. you roll your eyes. your kid is stunned.

and later? your child draws an alien with a broken hand and writes “DADDY GOT HIM” on the page.

♡ soap mactavish (unhinged uncle energy but dad edition)

he’s making pancakes in the kitchen. shirtless. your toddler’s sitting on the counter with pancake batter on their nose.

“daddy, do you have alien friends?”

“aye,” he says, flipping a pancake. “one of ‘em owed me five bucks. i never forget.”

you walk in mid-convo and he’s just saying:

“—and their hands are like spaghetti. weirdest handshake ever.”

you: “johnny.”

soap: “babe. he asked.”

later, your kid tries to shake your hand using only four floppy fingers.

♡ gaz (the realist but turns into a menace)

sitting on the sofa with a kid on each side. watching cartoons. sippy cup half-empty. suddenly:

“dad? what’s in area 51?”

he sighs. dramatic. long.

“tax fraud, mostly.”

you giggle from the kitchen. but then—he leans in real close to the kids, drops his voice:

“but one time, i saw a guy walk through a wall. he’s probably still there.”

you shout: “KYLE.”

he grins. the kids are silent for the next twenty minutes, watching the door.

♡ ghost (dad of silence, until he isn’t)

your kid is colouring next to him at the table. he’s drinking coffee in complete silence. you’re folding laundry.

“dad, are aliens real?”

he doesn’t answer at first.

then, softly:

“only met one. didn’t speak. just stared.”

your child: :o

“it blinked sideways,” he adds, sipping his mug. “still see it in my dreams.”

you: “simon.”

“what?” he shrugs. “builds character.”

your kid doesn’t sleep that night. neither does he. bonding.

♡ graves (suburban menace. king of dad lies.)

he’s mowing the lawn. your kid runs up with popsicle-stained hands yelling:

“dad, are aliens real?!”

he stops, takes off his sunglasses.

“kiddo, not only are they real—your mum was one.”

your child: screams

you from the porch: “phillip!”

“how else you think she got eyes like that?” he calls, grinning.

later, he lets your kid wear his sunglasses and says,

“you see any green guys? tell your old man. we’ll handle it.”

♡ könig (gentle giant, terrified)

you’re all sitting on the couch. popcorn. cartoons. one of your kids looks at him and whispers:

“papa… what’s in area 51?”

he stiffens. visibly. clutches the bowl.

“we… we are not allowed to speak about it,” he says, voice trembling slightly. “they made us sign… papers.”

you: “honey. you can tell them it’s just a base—”

“no,” he says, deadly serious. “they scan your teeth.”

your kid slowly covers their mouth.

later, you find tinfoil hats made out of cereal boxes in their room.

[luvbabydoll]

you shuffle into the kitchen barefoot, draggin’ your feet, wearin’ that soft pink nightgown with the lace trim that he definitely bought you. it barely covers your thighs, and your hair’s a mess, but you’re lookin’ at him like he’s the only man on earth who can give you what you really want.

“phillip,” you say, voice all breathy and sweet, leanin’ against the counter like you didn’t spend the whole night sendin’ him baby tiktoks with captions like “we’d be such cute parents omg”.

he doesn’t even look up from his coffee. just sips it slow and mutters, “lord have mercy. you startin’ this shit again?”

you pout immediately, fingers twistin’ in the hem of your nightgown. “i want a baby,” you whine, comin’ up behind him and wrappin’ your arms around his waist. “please, phillip. just one. a tiny one. they’re so cute and squishy—”

“you talkin’ about a baby or a loaf’a bread?” he scoffs, settin’ his mug down with a thud. “girl, you don’t even know how to spell pediatrician.”

“do too!” you snap, even though you absolutely don’t.

he turns around and lifts you right up onto the counter like you weigh nothin’, starin’ you down with that smug grin of his. “lemme get this straight. you want me to put a baby in you… when you still cry when the waffle burns in the toaster?”

you cross your arms. “i’m emotional.”

“you’re helpless,” he says, pokin’ your thigh. “but cute. real cute. you keep beggin’ like that, i might just give you another puppy.”

“i don’t want another puppy!” you huff, brows all furrowed. “i want your baby! i wanna waddle around in cute lil overalls and make you rub my feet!”

he laughs—really laughs—like you’re the funniest damn thing he’s ever seen. “jesus christ, baby. the only thing you should be waddlin’ in is a nice lacy bra, not a diaper bag.”

you slap his chest but you’re gigglin’ too, leanin’ into his touch when he brushes your hair out of your face.

“how ‘bout this,” he says, drawl slow and cruelly sweet. “you keep that puppy alive for one more month without tryin’ to feed it chocolate or paint its claws pink, then we’ll talk about you havin’ a kid.”

you blink. “wait—you fed it chocolate!”

“details,” he mutters, liftin’ you off the counter with one arm. “c’mon, sugar. let’s get you dressed ‘fore you flash the mailman again.”

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

For the love of Freedom

Inspired by this post by @iris-honey-bee

So, I still have so many WIPs but there is a need for this man and I'm willing to Phill it.

Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, P in V.

1.3k words

Phillip has some very special plans for the 4th of July.

The wind blowing through Phillip's ranch was a welcome relief to the sweltering Texas heat. He had been tight lipped the whole week about his Fourth of July plans, telling you it was a surprise with his signature dip ladden smirk. The lunchtime barbeque was pretty standard, burgers and hot dogs and fries and those silly little sparklers that inevitably got one drunk shadow fingers burned.

The ranch cleared out after the firework shadow company put on for its families finished, leaving no one but you, Phillip and a few passed out drunk shadows.

He came to help you clean up after putting the last of his men to bed. Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you washed the last of the dishes. "The kids are alseep."

You sighed. "Ah, yes, our six grown up drunk children. If we don't have enough bacon in the morning you're going out to get it."

He chuckled. "There's plenty." He rested his head on your shoulder and pulled you closer. "I'll finish up here. Why don't you sit for a bit then meet me by the truck in twenty."

You twisted your head and kissed him. "Okay. I love you."

He flashed you a grin. "I love you too Darlin'."

Twenty minutes later, he was opening the passenger side door, and then you were moving leisurely through the fields until he stopped the truck at the edge of his expansive property. He opened your door and helped you out, leading you to the truck bed. He had really gone all out, putting the fancy cool top camping mattress in the back of the truck along with blankets and pillows and a small cooler in the corner.

He helped you into the back and patted the spot next to him, smiling as you settled in. "What's all this for?"

"You put in so much work the last few days, I wanted to thank you." He reached over and opened the cooler, presenting you with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. "There's choclate coverd strawberries in there too."

The pop of the champagne bottle cracked through the air and he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he poured you a glass. "There's more."

"What else could you possibly do?" He was grinning, the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkling while his blue eyes sparkled and he held up a small controller with a red button in the middle. "No?"

He nodded. "Yep, I picked every single one out myself then watched the bomb tec set them up." He let you take another sip of bubbles before taking the glass from you and you laid back to look at the sky. He took your hand, linking his fingers in yours and with the press of a button, the sky lit up. He had picked all your favourite colours, each bang giving way to another intricate pattern.

It slowed before finally stopping, and he let go of your hand to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turn you towards him. "Did you enjoy that?" He smiled against your lips as you kissed him. "I'll take that as a yes?"

You nodded. "Yes, and I'd like to thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh Darlin', you can thank me all you like."

You rolled on top of him and straddled his hips as you unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed himself up, helping you peel it off his ample shoulders before your lips landed on his chest. He gathered your hair into his hand, smiling down at you as you reached his belt. "I want to be able to see that pretty face and I can't see it through all your pretty hair."

His hand was gentle as you undid his belt and he sighed with relief when you yanked his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Your eyes flitted to his, his pupils had all but overwhelmed all the pretty blueness and there was an expectation on his face that your breath catch. You lowered your head and he let out a grunt as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock.

He did his best not to buck his hips, but the sight of you slowly sliding him into your mouth was so pornographic that he couldn't help it. He pushed himself up on his elbow for a better view as you took him down as far as you could go and wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach. He took full advantage of his ability to control your head, rocking his hips into your mouth as he held you still, stopping just before he triggered your gag reflex.

"Fuck, ah fucking hell, you're so fucking good at that." His voice was tight, and his face was screwed in a mix of pleasure and desperation as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. He pulled you off him and yanked you upwards, ripping your pretty dress right down the middle as he kicked his jeans and boxers off his legs.

He threw the ruined fabric to the side and ran his hand up your leg, pushing your underpants away before running his rough fingers through your folds. "Is all this for me?" You nodded, barely able to eke out a gasp when his thumb found your clit, and he slid his fingers inside you to stroke your G-spot. "And just from sucking my dick, I am one lucky man."

His eyes were stuck on his hand, his ego growing ever bigger at the way you were squeezing him. You rocked your hips and his forearm flexed as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. You braced yourself on his chest, your nails sending little stinging zips as they dug into his flesh. You used one hand to remove your bra and his free hand reached up to grab a handful of your breast, his fingers rolling and pinching your nipples as your head fell back.

The faint leash he had on his control snapped, and he pulled his hand away, dragged your soaked underwear off before gripping your hips and dragging you up and down his cock. He was like a man crazed as he held your hip so tight in one hand that you could feel the growing bruises, using the other hand to grab his cock so you could slide down.

He bottomed out, hitting the very end of you as his back stiffened like a ramrod. He didn't give you the chance to set the pace, with one considering look to make sure you were okay, he held you tight while he thrust up into you. You had to put all your energy into moving with him, your whole body growing ridged as he relentlessly dragged his cock against your G-spot. The sound that came from your mouth when his fingers landed on your clit was almost inhuman, halfway between a scream and a whimper as he moved in tight circles.

With one last thrust, the whole world imploded, and your vision flashed white as you came. The world spun as Phillip rolled you onto your back, and he all but bent you in half as he chased his own bliss. "Fucken hell Darlin', your pussy's better than freedom." He kept going, there didn't seem to be a thing on earth that matched up to you, and finally, with one last thrust, you felt him pulse inside you as his heaving body collapsed onto you.

You ran your hands through his damp hair and he sighed as he pushed himself up on his forearms. "You good Doll, I wasn't too rough with you?"

You shook your head. "No, that was perfect."

He rolled off you and flopped down. "Good." He turned to his side, costing you to do the same with a hand on your cheek. "I meant what I said before, I'm real grateful for all your hard work and I love you so fucking much."

You smiled and rubbed his nose with yours. "I love you too."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @candy616 @avidread3r

[tojisteddy]

Reader! who ends up pregnant after a one night stand with Graves.

You don’t even really have proof that the baby is his but you know it is because he’s the only man you’ve been with after he fucked you silly right against the hood of his pickup truck.

Don’t ask how he pulled that shit with you.

You just know he dropped you off with a wave and you never intended to be— here.

In a military base office you truly didn’t know, four months pregnant, eyes erratic and knee bouncing like a kangaroo on crack from nerves and irritation.

You just wanted to say your peace and then go home. Maybe have a cry because you weren’t alone and pregnant, maybe have that ice cream you’d been thinking about since this morning. You weren’t expecting shit from the man, not a dollar, not a diaper. You weren’t used to being brushed aside your whole life, this was just another situation you’d need to stand tall on your own. A life altering situation but you could do it. You’ve done it before. You’d do it again. You just needed acknowledgement.

And he turned that corner toward where you sat in the waiting room, your guts almost spilled on the floor, right along it’s the baby. He was just as handsome as you remembered, tall, muscular, blue eyes, pretty lashes, he’s twinkling with irritation, talking to three men who followed right as his heals, maybe he could even tell you what to do— focus reader.

You stood, swallowing down every bit of fear, a little pride—

“Graves?” You called out, thankful it didn’t sound like a croak. It was more of a statement than a question. Not asking for attention, demanding it.

His eyes flickered over to you, a little shock fills his eyes, he gives some hand signal to his men, waving them away, “Give us a second boys.”

A smirk grows on his lips as he comes closer to you, more than amused that you, a one night stand, has somehow gotten a hold of him like this. His fault for knowing the people of that small town you were from. But it’s not like you were forgettable, you were headstrong, much smarter than the ditzy girls than hung around that bar, even more memorable when you let him stick his dick in your gushy walls. Still, you’re as gorgeous as ever in his eyes, even with that uncertain look on your face and the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants you wore. He’d prefer you in something tighter, a sun dress that hugged your pretty tits— “Well it isn’t the pretty doll from that bar, where did we last meet? In the bar? Nooo, the Honda—“

“—I’m pregnant.” You interjected, tired of the games, you pulled out the sonogram in your baggy pocket. “You’re the father.”

Phillip Graves doesn’t flinch. Not to anything.

Not when he got the news his mom was in the hospital. Not when he found out his men had died delivering that weapon of mass destruction, and not when he heard from your sweet lips that you would be having his first child.

He’s unwavering like a mountain, just walked towards you, taking the photos in hand, smirk growing wider as he eyes the little thing. A cute bean.

He chuckles. Fucking chuckles.

You almost leap out of your body, and skin him alive but he pulls you close by the waist with one hand. The other hand lifts your chin to look at him, slowly trailing down from your collar bones, past your plump breasts, to lay a hand on your slowly growing belly. He hums in delight.

“Graves—“

“—Got lucky with you huh? Blessed t’ have you havin my baby. Makin me a real man, huh dolly?”

And you’re even more confused. Eyebrows furrowing, taken aback, “Blessed to have-?”

Phillip folds the sonogram and sticks it in his wallet, “I’m just as shocked as you, I always wrap it up tight. Always. But shit like this happens when you least expect it, don’t they? ‘Nd ‘m sure you came ‘nd worried that pretty little head ‘f yers of the worst. But I’m no bastard darlin, was raised right. Little thangs our kid, so of course I’ll be there for ‘em.”

“Gonna be… partners from now on [+], best if get along, right? For the baby ‘nd such.” He sticks out his hand, all polite.

You hesitate at first, but take it. It’s an agreement, just so you both can be in the babies life and be proper parents.

Sort’ve.

The southern man’s already envisioning you walking down the aisle in a pretty white dress, right after your baby girl or baby boy walks with the ring or the flower basket. You’d unknowingly agreeded to not just being cordial parents to your unborn child but being his woman, lover, friend— all wrapped into one and tied with a bow.

There’s no way a man like that would let a woman like you slip from his fingers again. He was stupid before, he’s sober now. He definitely wrap around you to get what he wants.

Always read the fine print when you’re dealing with a fox sweetheart.

a/n: genuinely don’t think Phillip got you pregnant on purpose (not this time) but he’s thankful for someone as pretty and knowledgeable as you.

[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

Philip Graves x Wife!Reader

Graves was halfway through yelling at a rookie over a botched op report when he heard it—the unmistakable click of high heels on concrete.

He froze. Slowly turned. And there she was.

Hair glossy, sunglasses on indoors, a tight black dress that did not belong on a military base, and those red bottom heels that announced to everyone that someone was about to get their ass handed to them. And not in a sexy way.

“Phillip Dean Graves.”

The rookie took a step back, muttered, “Dead man walkin’,” and made himself scarce.

Graves blinked. “Darlin’, what’re you—”

“You signed our son up for football without asking me.” She took off her sunglasses with the slowness of a Bond villain, glaring at him like she was trying to set his hair on fire with her mind.

Graves cleared his throat. “Now hold on, sugarplum, I didn’t sign him up. I inquired. There’s a difference.”

“You volunteered to coach.”

“Well, I—okay, yes. That part I did.”

She stepped closer. “And you told Coach Murphy that I’d ‘be delighted to bring orange slices every game day.’ Phillip. Do I look like I slice oranges?”

He smiled—nervously. “No, ma’am. You look like you get paid to fire the person who slices your oranges.”

She pointed a manicured finger at him. “Exactly.”

Graves tried the southern charm. Turned it on like a switch. “Now, sweetheart, I know I overstepped. But I just got excited, you know? Our boy out there on the field, me on the sidelines, you in the stands—”

“Wearing heels on grass?”

“Well—yes.”

She folded her arms. “You just decided this without me? Again?”

Graves winced. “I was gonna tell you—”

“Oh? Before or after I showed up at the first game dressed like the Real Housewives of Nowhere, Texas?”

“…that was the plan.”

She glared. “Fix it.”

“But I already ordered the mini jerseys…”

“Phillip.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll call Coach Murphy.” He held up his hands, surrendering. “But I’m tellin’ you right now, baby, the team’s gonna lose without me.”

“They’ll survive.”

He sighed dramatically, then grinned. “Y’know, when you bust in here like that, it does somethin’ to me. Like… disciplinary action, but in a way I enjoy.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I will end you.”

“God, I love it when you threaten me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Call. The. Coach.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He turned toward his office, muttering, “Can’t wait to marry you all over again in hell.”

“What was that?”

“Nothin’, darlin’. Just, uh, dialin’!”

(He still ends up coaching. She still brings orange slices. But only because their kid asks. And she does wear heels on the field. Red bottoms, naturally.)

[codnasties]

p!link collection 7 👻🚬🧢🧼🪦🗡🐺🦿🇷🇺🤠🕶⚔️ (🌽 links)

ghost 👻

ghost knows you are a nasty little bitch, so he ain't going to stop you from making a mess when sucking him off

ghost will be forcing you to say thank you for fucking you so good as he's balls deep inside

he will fuck you in a place where you know you csn't be loud, just becuse ghost is mean fucker -mlm-

ghost likes pulling your panties to the side as if your cunt were a present he's about to get a taste of

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price 🚬

when you've been a brat, price doesn't even want to hear your moans, gagging you with your panties

price loves lace, specially when he has them around his cock while you hump it

price giving himself his biggest orgasm ever by experimenting with a pump

good thing price has you to jerk him off when he needs to release a bit of tension

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gaz 🧢

some of gaz's military issued balaclavas end up getting used in bed for kinky scenarios

gaz eats messy, until his whole face is covered in spit, arousal and cum

gaz having hyperspermia means getting videos of him draining his balls every few hours

gaz will have you ride his cock until you become a creamy mess and your legs are shaking

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soap 🧼

soap's favourite pastime is playing with your pussy and fingering you until you squirt

johnny is a dog but he sometimes needs to take things slow and fuck you passionately

oh to have soap turning into a whiny mess as you finger him

soap wants kids, so he makes sure to breed you nicely every time he fucks you

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graves 🪦

graves gives immaculate backshots - and he gets a good view of your ass -

graves is not ove for begging but he will if it means having you sit on his face

graves also left the military because of fraternization rules aka he couldn't fuck your sweet ass -mlm-

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konig 🗡

konig latching onto your tits as you play with his cock like the good boy he is

more hyperspermia konig, because he definitely loves covering your body with his cum

while konig ends up with his hand down your pants 'mistakenly' he every so often, he sometimes does it on purpose

konig is right where he wants to be: keeling at your feet and sucking on your bulbous tip -mlm-

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makarov 🐺

makarov will find new ways to tease you, like using a brush on your poor sensitive clit

makaraov will bend you like a lawn chair and use you like fleshlight

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alejandro🤠

alejandro will fuck you dumb if he gets into one of those silly horny moods

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alex 🦿

alex may goof around in bed, but not when it comes to eating your pussy out

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nikolai 🇷🇺

nikolai built little collection of homemade videos of him fucking you dumb

i would may good money just to watch nikolai's thick hairy ass jerking off

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barrage 🕶

cuddle up to barrage as you jerk him off and he will be yours forever

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valeria ⚔️

valeria got gifted one of those pearl things as a joke but they turn out to be amazing -wlw-

[evieliney]

giggling and kicking my feet after every fluff fics because IT HEALS ME