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just married. —phillip graves x reader

tw: loss of virginity, blood, phillip graves is a horny dog.

phillip graves never laid a finger on his pretty girl. not until their wedding night at least. he'd followed her rules, been patient and sweet. but when it came to it, he'd laid her out on the bed before the door of their bedroom even shut. white lace dress and veil strewn on the floor in seconds, but not her heels. no, he'd made sure those stayed on.

"this is what i've been waiting for." his complaints fall short as he drops to his knees before his bride, hands gripping her hips to pull her toward his hungry mouth.

his licks are aggressive, demanding. spit glazed over her shiny cunt, sliming the inside of her supple thighs. walls desperately clenching around nothing. "phillip, please," she gasps, legs squeezing around his neck. with his mouth on her clit, he reaches down to unbuckle his belt.

"i told you-" phillip pants softly for air, climbing over his bride. "i told you i'd make an honest woman of you."

all too desperately, phillip plunges the head of his meaty cock inside. his lustful haze nearly snaps at the cry his darling makes, her gummy walls trying to accommodate the sudden stretch. traces of blood bead along the ridges of veins, stemming along his cock in thick tendrils.. "shhh, i'm sorry, baby," he drawls out with southern twang, tongue lapping away fat tears as they rolled down her cheeks; hips already bucking in slow, rolling thrusts. "look at me, baby. it gets better."

blood buds from the scratches on his back, crimson little beads that stipple under her fingernails. her head is thrown back against a pillow, back arched as his tip prods her g-spot with gentle nudges. "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. phillip, fuck me. please, baby." her words muddle together, nearly unintelligible. though what kind of gentleman would deny such a pretty thing pleasure?

his arms rope around her waist as his cock greedily slams into her sopping cunt—their bed rocking by the sudden force. the flesh of her neck rests loosely in his maw, moans muffled against her skin. in the heat of long awaited lust, phillip cums all too quickly. "you made me wait two whole fucking years for this pussy," he growls, teeth snapping around her neck. his thrusts get sloppy, pearly cum and blood glazing his girth as his hips snap in and out unforgivingly.

her moans come out in soft gasps. bursts of squirt jump out with every reel of his hips. “i’m sorry,” she mewls, embarrassment taking over her flushed face. her apologies are cut short by his gentle shushes—calloused hands trailing up her body with greedy squeezes of soft fat.

“that’s it. such a good pussy” he chuckles at the sound of her dreamy coos. it was the night he’d been dreaming of since the moment he’d met her. a sweet woman to settle down with and call his own. a woman he could build his life with. and in their last moments of ecstasy, through whines and heated kisses, the newlyweds hit their high.

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Captain Price who had to sit down Mrs. MacTavish and tell her that her boy wasn’t coming home, holding her carefully as she sobbed over her only son.

Captain Price who had to sit down Johnny’s sisters and tell them that their baby brother wasn’t coming home, watching every childhood memory flash in their tear-filled eyes.

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RIP KYLE GARRICK, YOU WOULD’VE LOVED CEECHYNAA

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gaz: “i think your sisters would like me.”

soap: “… did ya hit your head falling out tha’ heli, garrick?”

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gaz and soap are those cousins who left the function to on a “walk” and came back higher than a mf

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gaz doodle that looks like a coloring page

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“phillip graves and his pretty little wife” “phillip graves and his-”

okay, what about phillip graves and his painfully woke wife? the wife who smacks him upside the head and points a finger in his face when he says dumb shit.

he’s a delusional war criminal and she’s telling him to touch grass.

she doesn’t play about her man but oh, that mama does NOT play about her morals.

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So convinced John, Simon and König have big babies.

Big, chunky, chubby cheeked, 90th percentile, rolls on their arms, stomach and legs, doe eyed cabbage patch kids, babies.

They are the closet thing you or him are going to get to angels on this earth. They the cutest babies known to man. You don’t know how you managed to push such a big baby out of you, but you got the more adorable (and hungry) little thing known to man.

John, the old man, is almost appalled when the three of you get home and three months in, none of planned baby clothes or diapers can fit any of their clothes cause they’re so small. John definitely has a baby with such chubby cheeks, they’re like big mochi balls and have the cutest boba tea eyes that match yours. John fucking loves it. Cutest thing alive. The man can not say no to the babe for anything. Whatever the baby gurgles or cries for, John gives you that pout to match it.

Simon, always encouraging play time. Even when your baby can’t roll over, Simons giving the best examples (after pushing the coffee table and the couch out of the way) in the living room. A loooong baby, everyone so sure they’ll be tall. Your grandma can barely even lift them when they hit 9 months, they’re a heavy little thing. Simon is one of the few who can hold the baby in just one hand. Always eager to hold the baby in his arms, asking to help him put the carrier on so you can take (another) break.

And König who has to explain when your signing the baby up for daycare that his baby big baby is just 1 years old and not 3, who just started walking and has all those cute little rolls on his arms and legs, And yes, forced the 6’5 man to face his anxiety head on, still shy as ever and quietly apologizing after your child goes up to strangers like he knows them and babbles their heads off. But he’s right there, watching shows like Ms.Rachel, Blues Clues, Kipper abd Little Einsteins and singing along softly to all the songs. Your baby sat in his lap and enjoying every moment of it.

a/n: so unserious and probably ridiculously inaccurate. I just thought it’d be cute if these men had big babies.

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dad soap is so obnoxious on bring your kid to work day. being the only one in the 141 with a kid. it’s an entire day of soap showing the guys his chunky baby girl and bragging about what a cutie his missus blessed him with.

“soap, please-”

“i kno’ you want to hold ‘er, uncle gaz.”

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könig and his girlfriend who runs the relationship. she wears the pants, she calls the shots. and honestly the big fella can’t complain. somebody has to tell the waitress he asked for no pickles, and it’s not going to be him!

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SERGEANT KYLE GARRICK & CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (2019)

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THE PRICE PAT™️ | CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II & III

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rip soap mactavish. you would’ve loved sexyy red

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könig bucking pathetically inside his love’s mouth. cooing and whining, apologizing only for his hips to pick up speed. the head of his cock mercilessly ramming deeper into your sore throat. his hand set on the back of your head to pull his sweet girl even closer, nearly gagging around his balls—spit stringing down his thighs. his apologies cut short by whimpers. he just can’t control himself around you :<

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a tale as old as time. a melancholy soldier drifts into a club, drink in hand to drown out the sorrow as his favorite girl shimmies in his lap for cash.

only to wake up the next morning with his head throbbing and his girl nuzzled up against his chest. usually that didn’t bother him, but this time his finger was clad in a golden band. simon didn’t bank on drunkenly marrying a stripper.

but he’s sweet on you. on his stripper wife who he got barefooted and swollen as soon as he could—no point in having a job when he’d already stuffed you full of his chubby seed. no need to swing on poles or dance for strange business men. no, not with simon around. after all, he already built the crib.

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mechanic john price bending the shop’s sweet secretary over the hood of a vintage beaut, bucking like a stallion over grunts and pussy drunken mumbles. not really what you meant when you asked for a joyride, but no reason to complain now.

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