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Happy late trans visibility day guys!! Oh and happy April fools y’all I hope you fooled someone today or something silly

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hello!!! Love all your writing, it's hard to find x male reader writers in the cod community but you are certainly a saving grace. Have you ever thought about doing Phillip graves with a male bodyguard/loyal guard dog reader? Remember to drink water have a good day 🫶

a/n: heheheheh dog reader my beloved, i dropped my phone and it’s so shattered atm so this was a bit of a slow write but yk 🤷‍♂️

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Phillip relied on you more than he should, from secretary work to being leader of a mission he couldn’t oversee, you were his jack of all trades and his right hand man. And of course with that, you were also his emotional and physical support

he wasn’t ever quite sure if you cared about him, but he didn’t think it really mattered when you had him bent over his desk while he tugged on the leash attached to your mic collar from your most recent mission you hadn’t even had time to take off when he called you in; needy, whiny, and commanding and begging ordering you to take off your clothes and get to work already. He could feel your cold hands gripping against his hips as your cock hit his prostate with sloppy fast thrusts, your breath coming out in little gasps time to time from the sheer amount of times you had already came inside of him, it dripping out of his sloppy hole onto his expensive desk’s nice wood finish.

he was still unsatisfied however, even with his own orgasms covering his stomach and chest in a sticky overstimulating feeling, he still needed more. Needed his guard-dog of a man to fuck him stupid. He tugged on your leash harshly whenever you got too slow or didn’t hit his insides just right, muffled whines and curses leaving his lips when your thick cock dragged in and out of his gummy warm walls

he swore he could feel you in his throat, your cock-head rutting against his prostate ruthlessly. Not that he’d tell you that, he was feeling bratty, and it was nice to have the illusion of power for a moment even if he knew your hands alone could wring his neck like a chicken

he bit into your arm violently as he came for.. perhaps the fourth time, already starting to shoot blanks as he reveled in the slight sting it left in its trail, feeling more globs of your semen drip out of him as you fucked into him even harsher then before- the overstimulating feeling of the heavy smoke from his now discarded cigar, of the sheer pleasure-pain and fucked out bliss coursing through his nerves being a mix that was driving him insane

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Please do Graves x Male reader, where they are exes, but after Graves finds out male reader is dating someone else, he tries to win them back? (can be nsfw or not, don't mind) 😭 btw amazing blog :3

a/n: thank you! I had my VERY late birthday party this weekend so that was fun, and doing requests is a wonderful way to unwind from this weekend haha

minors DNI - kind of dub-con because he’s drunk as fuck and your mean

Phillips was anything but a loyal man, from work to personal life he would lie, cheat, and steal to get the upper hand. It’s what made him the best..

one problem, he was also the most sulking self pitying kind of man, the kind of man that sat in his bed for days when you told him it wasn’t working

he was prideful, he was sinful. He knew that… but he missed you so so badly. It was as if someone had cut a hole through his chest and taken his heart with it, and for once cheap booze and cheaper parties didn’t fix it. Even his men were starting to notice the sadness in his eyes at overly stupid things that reminded him of you.

it made his head, chest, his whole body and soul ache with a clawing need every time without fail, from stupid shows you liked to stupider things you used to say

on one of his far too many bar trips he hazily spotted you, already brushing off his shirt to try to charm his way back into your arms or at least getting you riled up and jealous when he has to do a double take. Some little twink of a guy perched on your lap as if you aren’t his?

okay he’s definitely getting himself over his head now- but he’ll be boiling over with hatred for weeks if he doesn’t do anything, so he steadily walks towards you as if he wasn’t on his third shot and kind of wasted from his light beer chugging earlier

he wrapped his arm over your shoulder, completely ignoring the guy on your lap, sharp smile gracing over him as if he was a living saint and not the person your trying to ignore, sickly sweet small talk dripping out of his mouth until the man on your lap slides off and walks away offended

It gave him some sick pleasure in his drunken haze, seeing your anger bubble up in your words like toxic chemicals. What he didn’t expect was for you to act on his teasing tone and drag him to the dingy bar bathroom- stumbling along as you pulled him around like he was a rag doll.

he couldn’t focus with the bright lights of the bathroom, wincing as his worn knees hit the cold tile in front of the stalls toilet you has dragged him into. His hands gripped at your pants on instinct with your hands tugging at his hair, his lips wet with slight drool as he kissed over the bulge of your jeans

your belt got tossed away pretty fast, his pretty lips sucking at the tip of your hard cock as he tried to get comfort from your touch. There was none, of course. Just rough, like putting a dog into its place by dragging it outside. He couldn’t take it, mind flashing back to when he was happily kneeling on your soft carpets with praise and gifts and adoration. He deserved this, sure- but it still hurt in a way this simple fuck wouldn’t fix

he suckled on your cock slowly, sliding it deeper into his throat every minute or so, gagging on it when his nose was flush with the base, trying not to pull away and cough, too desperate to not ruin the moment he needed so so badly

he didn’t look up at you, too scared to see the lack of love in your eyes- although he could still feel it like a ghost haunting the corners of his dizzy vision, too busy trying to please you to will it away.

he wasn’t quite sure how long it had lasted, but he had came in his pants twice at least, tough fabric against his sensitive nerves making it a overstimulating sensation. His eyes were glossy, hands gripping onto you for purchase as spit and tears soaked down his face to the tile below

He felt you bruise the back of his throat with every buck or thrust of your hips, his body letting out a needy whine muffled by his full mouth whenever you did so. He swallowed when you came, his throat painted white with your cum as you tugged him off of you, sliding your buckle on and calling him a cab in the dingy bathroom before patting him on the back and walking out calmly, as if he wasn’t still on his knees, trying to shake off his feelings and to sit up enough to drag himself back to base..

at least you might text him in the morning… he hoped.

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he’s literally my wife guys fr fr, I love that stupid blond man and would do atrocities to him if he begged me with those pretty blue eyes and stupid pout

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would you ever write a Hosea x younger male reader, around Arthur’s age, with gunplay? very generic but i cannot get the thought out of my mind… need that old man whimpering shyly, trying to not make much noise….!

a/n: brainworms and a breakup have been haunting me lately yall but now I really wanna write this so

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tipsy. Yah, that’s what he could say he was- just tipsy, a rare thing for Hosea to be in the fist place. He was usually a healthy drinker, a small shot or flask he’d sip on here and there. It’s much harder to control his drinking when he’s thinking about you now isn’t it?

a new member, half his age at best and recently had saved him from a petty death in a botched mission. You had lugged him over your shoulder like a sack, and he hadn’t been quite able to get it out of his mind

you acted a lot like a younger Dutch, shiny pistols and a sharp tongue.. but there was something calmed in your tone, something more possessive in your grip. More controlled he supposed. It was getting to him badly.  It made him yearn, made him ache, made him want.

he hadn’t planned on bothering you about it, not ever. He wasn’t young or pretty or fast paced or anything he was years ago- not by his standard anyway. He had planned to sit and let it simmer down until it was gone, but alas you seemed to have other plans when you slid up behind him, man-handling him onto sitting against your chest with his legs draped over your lap in one fluid motion.

he almost let out a yelp before he whipped his head around to catch a glint of your face, his heart pounding in his chest so hard he thought it might burst out of him.

you didn’t make a single sound as you seemed to look around for any other camp goers, before your hand trailed up his shirt and popped each button out of place, your voice low as you hummed out little tempting compliments as if to convince him he should be doing this.

He squirmed in your hold, words coming out breathy and muttered. Sure he was drunk, but just sober enough to know you had just gotten back from some errand by the dirt under your fingers and your gun still shining in the dimmed light on your holster. He laid pliant when you kissed as his neck, leaving hickeys down his collarbone. Too afraid to say some half-excuse and actually make you pull away.

he bit down on his lip to not make some pitiful sounds that his body begged him to let out while your hands slid his worn pants down, clearly careful and precise as to not make a sound. It didn’t help much though, truly unable to stop himself from whining like a dog

he heard the click of your bullets falling out of your pistol before he saw your gun in your hand, a surge of adrenaline filling his head as he heard five distinct clicks, unsure if you had shot one earlier or just left one in for the fun of it as the tip of your barrel pressed up against his lips. A silent command to suck on it to stop his groans and whines.

he opened his mouth the slightest bit, letting out a choked sound when the cold metal pressed against his tongue and made his teeth hurt when you adjusted it in your steady hand. He was so hyper focused on it that he failed to notice that you were undoing your belt all the while until he felt the head of your cock pressing against his hole, breathless muffled sounds flowing out of him as you slid in inch by inch. It hurt with no prep, but it was a sting he had gotten used to longer ago then he’d like to admit to any living soul

he was already hard as he could be, pre dripping down from him as you managed to manhandle him properly down onto the rough ground to properly thrust into him, fixing the awkward position. He suckled on the barrel of the gun, reveling in the taste of it as his eyes rolled back Witt every buck of your hips into his warm walls, his body clenching around you and his hands staying behind his back to resist scrambling to grasp onto you. His eyes hazy looking and tears making his eyelashes all the more noticeable as he looked up at you with pure lust.

it didn’t take long for him to reach his max, spent as sticky cum covered the lower half of his chest, mixing with the small amount of sweat that was beginning to accumulate on him, letting his lips pull away from your pistol with a wet sound as he licked up the bottom of the barrel, eyes making contact with yours in a way that was meant to egg you on and tease you, to which it clearly worked.

It didn’t take any longer for you to hold him steady down on the ground, painting his insides white with your orgasm, before pulling out slowly and tugging your pants and chaps back up, not a word exchanged as you wiped the spit off of your gun and shoving your hat over his messy hair while he got up, already leaving off to your tent by the time he was sat up and had caught his breath

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Arcanehasgottenitschokeholdonmeimsocooked

ANYHOW, it’s voting time

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the bitches love my tooth gap (one of my lovers got obsessed with arcane and now really like my slighlty fucked up teeth cuz I got that front tooth space swag)

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this governments gotten so bad I had to pull out the knight brooch I wore as a kid and just lie down for a bit as if I was a toddler sobbing over the state of a crayon box and not my fate and the fate of my friends for the next four years

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Southern pride

a/n: I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of writing gay cowboy smut. Anyhow Im 🤏 this close to going insane (my countries so doomed)

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Phillip whined almost pitifully as he felt the hot metal press up against his face, his mind flustered and fuzzy as he registered the burn of the ropes around his wrists and the grounding weight of your calloused hand holding his hips with an bruising grip. His pants tugged down and your spurs making a stupidly loud click sound whenever you bucked into him hard enough- his mind seeing stars and pleasure shooting through his tingled nerves whenever your thick tip hit inside him just right.

He was trying to think of how exactly he fell into this situation, bent against a trailer with his feet barely touching the ground, sore in all the wrong places. He remembered going to the rodeo tired and bored and really fucking lonely, how tempting his flask looked in his bag, and damn… he was pretty sure the person behind him was one of the rodeo men he saw earlier preforming some saddle bronc riding and cow roping. He in all truth hadn’t been paying much attention. You looked fucking good, and he was drunk- and that’s all it took.

his thought process was interrupted by a sharp pleasure shooting up his spine like electrical wire as your thick cock bullied its way just perfectly inside him to hit against his prostate with every timed trust, his eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out like some two dollar slut as he took it without complain. Feeling that knowing feeling deep inside him coiling. His vision was a little distorted, but he could see the smirk on your face when he titled his head, the look of it sending a potent mix of anger and utterly pathetic adoration through him. He almost looked like a prey animal, tied up and doe eyed as he just whined and whimpered, occasionally cursing or making some snarky comment to get your attention back on him

he couldn’t truly care less about the fact he could easily be caught if anyone turned the corner behind where the performers trailers and such were parked for the moving rodeo, too lost in sensation and whiskey to dwell on the concerns of his current situation, too close to think about how undoing it could be

All that mattered in this one moment, was the tight pain of the rope, and the bubbling pleasure of thrust after thrust as his body and souls stress slowly came undone. He came with little warning, his body alight with overstimulation and pleasure as his cum dripped down the side of the hot gleaming metal of the trailer wall he was so unceremoniously shoved up against

It didn’t take long for you to follow suit, pulling out and on the dusty jacket he wore, a little groan leaving his bruised lips at the sight of it, and before he could contaplate the world shaking sex he just had, he was reclothed and left there, tipsy and fucked senseless… a rough and fast interaction that left him reeling. He’d definitely have to come to more rodeos with you around.

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Could I request a fic with eating out Phillip graves under his desk. Him squirming in his seat, trying to focus on work. Ftm graves has my life.

a/n: was just thinking about this, enjoy the Christmas post my guys

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graves, even in the holiday season he enjoyed a bit too much, was busy as he always was.

always too busy for time with his boyfriend especially, even when they had moved onto base with him. It made him feel so utterly guilty- but it wasn’t in his direct control. Especially not with letter after letter from whatever shady characters wanted his attention that he had very little time to respond to and even less time to ever prepare for

He had been pent up for weeks, and nothing was fucking cutting it; fingering himself in between missions etc only ended up with him more whiny and unfocused and not satisfied.

Luckily for him, your boredom had lead to sneaking into his office before he sat down to spend the next hours overworking on documents he had little care for

he almost jumped out of his seat when he felt your hands sliding up and down his jeans, looking down with a little hitch in his breath to see you there. He was tempted to say something but too tired and touchstarved to force the words out of his throat, enjoying your simple touch of sliding up and down his legs and around his hips. He let his muscles relax, almost melting into the seat before getting shocked back into posture by you tugging off his belt and sliding down his jeans and boxers in a fluid movements, your tongue sliding through his folds and sucking against his clit before he could even begin to calm down

he bit his lips to contain his groans and whines, one hand clenching the side of his chair as he tried to get anything done, your pace so slow; teasing him to make him shaking and overstimulated, to finally get rid of that pesky pent up feeling the both of you had let stack up. his knuckles went white with how he clenched his pen in his left hand, signing his name shakily on a document he kept having to reread because he simply couldn’t focus, the warm feeling deep in his core building exponentially. He whined and whimpered breathily, your mouth around his slight T-cock and your tongue sliding up and down his thick folds making his eyes roll back.

he finally gave up after a painful long fifteen minutes of attempting to focus, leaning back into his chair and moaning and gasping, his lips puffy from how hard he had bit prior. He bucked his hips up into your mouth, trying to get more friction even though he was already utterly worn out. He finally came when you slid one of your digits into his needy hole while sucking on his clit, his body jerking slightly as he let the electric feeling shutter through him. Collapsing boneless and spent on his chair, his fluids stained across his nice leather chair and the lower half of your face as you got up from your kneeling position and simply smirked. Not a single word. Just a smirk- and he knew by the time he collapsed into bed you’d have a proper gift for him.

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NEVER stop writing ftm Graves. It is one of the best things on this silly website

A/N: Oh my god THANK YOU SO DANG MUCH EAAAAAA. I love writing for graves and I love making characters trans, so it’s a win win for me- anyhow enjoy this Drabble in trans Phillip appreciation

Minors DNI - TW PERIOD BLOOD BTW

Phillip gasped, groaning and clutching the sheets of his rusted barrack. He could barely think, let alone breathe enough to say anything- feeling your tongue against his folds and moving in-between eating him out or sucking on his clit, his thighs shaky from the bites you had given him and the shear amount of times he had came. His hands fumbled to grasp at your hair, pulling you up and feeling your hands still firmly keeping his thighs open.

Your jaw and lower face was utterly covered in his blood as if he was bleeding out and not just on his horrid time of the month.. it was really fucking hot, if not a bit morbid. He let his thumb brush off some of the viscous tanged liquid that seemed to stain against your teeth and lips

he had called you the day before with bad cramps and feeling sick, and you had stayed the night and when he started to feel a bit tired in the early morning, he didn’t expect it to end with this moment of silence where he caught his breath. He opened his mouth to speak, only for hot air to come out when you leaned back down and kissed his clit, running your hands up his thighs a bit with a smug smile across your face…

oh today was going to be a long day for him- much better then staying home alone with his cramps.

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Kieran looks so dumb I need to touch him

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Babytrapping

a/n: back on my COD rants because my countries sooo cooked. Not proof read as always but enjoy

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ever since Phillip has started ‘dating’ you, or more so seeing you at the night in barracks or wherever he could find you- he wanted more. Sure he knew it was wrong, you were a famous military commander- he was just your pmc company hire to get your dirty work done.. well he used to be- but age had worn out his use, hips feeling sore and arms wrapped in scars of past missions that made his men worry of his capabilities.. but he still wanted you. Wanted you to be his, wanted to be able to get spoiled by you, get adored by you, to get shown off at fancy military events he wouldn’t usually be even invited to anymore… to still be worthy and wanted. The fear of being replaced haunted him when he looked in the mirror or found a white hair amongst the blonde dusty hair he had all his life.

It took him a bit to plan something, but it festered in his brain, brewed like fine alcohol until his plans were set and ready. He had wanted a kid since he was 7 anyhow- so it wasn’t all too far off from the grand plan. His plan was smooth in exact execution; beg and whine and give you puppy eyes until you’ve said the famous last words of ‘one time without a condom won’t hurt if you’re sure.’ And then he knew his trap was set and ready

he let you bend him over your barracks warm bed, feeling your calloused hands ghost over his sore body and making him shiver in slight. His legs shook as he tried to spread them impossibly farther to give a show, feeling hot, bothered, and needy

he gasped and groaned when he felt your tongue against his clit, soft licks and suckles making his blunt nails dig into the textured fabric of said sheets. He was impatient, wanting for you to fill him to the brim already, to make his legs shake properly. But this felt much too good to stop- his head buried in a pillow as to not whine too loud though it did very little to help

he finally felt you pull away after how many orgasms he couldn’t count, his body feeling boneless and shaken already. He simply couldn’t think of a word to say other than pathetically crackling pleas of something he couldn’t quite name. To slow down? To speed up? To fuck him till his brains felt like mush? He wasn’t quite sure.

he shuttered a little at the quite usual feeling of the head of your cock sliding into his now well lubed walls, his body clenching around you like a vice and his mind swirling with the relief of the fact he could not be replaced. As long as the idea of getting pregnant worked, which it most hopefully would.

he let out gasped out moans as you finally bottomed out, one of your hands sliding up to cradle his throat before sticking two of your fingers in his mouth to silence him- no need to wake up your soldiers over a PMC commanders moaning. He whined at the obscenity, sucking on the digits as you bucked into him rougher than usual, using him like a living fleshlight. He could swear he felt it in his throat by now- his hips uselessly rolling into your thrusts even though you already had a pace set much faster then he could keep up with

His gummy walls fluttered around you with each deep grounding thrust, his back arched in a way sure to hurt later as you fucked into him senseless until you came inside him, feeling him bite down on your fingers to lot let out a groan as he squirted all over the fucking sheets- overstimulation washing over him like static as he pulled himself off you and lazily put the sheet into the hamper before tugging you down onto the bed and cuddling into your side- aftercare could wake, for the moment he had to silently celebrate being a permanent resident in your life.

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HOW ARE YOU MY FRIEND

IM GOOD!!! IM SO GOOD!! THANKS FOR ASKIN

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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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y’all is my tumblr bugging or is booping truly back on hallows-eve (almost) for some reason?