#graves mw3

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: Look! A shooting star! Make a wish.

Ghost, closes his eyes.

Soap: You think it worked?

Ghost: Let me check.

Ghost, calls Graves on the phone: Phillip, how are you feeling?

Graves: I feel great. Thanks for ask-.

Ghost, hanging up: No.

[diejager]

What about....erm...humiliating Graves???

Ma’am Cw: humiliation, switch!Graves, cock ring, wax play, BDSM, consent check, clothed woman/naked man, uniform, Ma’am, tell me if I missed any.

Crediting @yawnderu for this, mostly inspired by K-9 chapter... 5?

It started with a taunt, a snide remark from your lips about you being able to grind him down better than he could humble you, threatening to pull him down by the balls and work him down his high pedestal. He gave you a grin, eyes exhuming arrogance, smile overconfident with his own ability to withstand any torture you’d dish out; and his overzealous attitude was his downfall.

He pulled at the bindings, black leather flexing under his struggle, shoulders raising and feet kicking, but that did nothing. You’d gotten your skills from the best, learning to bind rope with strong knots and intricate designs, but you decided to use leather, strong and unyielding against Graves’ strength. It held him down nicely, tied to a chair, stripped from all clothing while you wore your uniform, wearing his colours unabashedly.

“Christ, doll-” he jerked, red-faced with shaking thighs and laboured breathing.

“You’ll have to speak up, Philip,” you crooned, smile gleefully mean as you peered down at him, lashes fluttering at his wide, dilated pupil.

“Sweetheart!”

He threw his head back when you tilted the burning candle, hot wax dripping down his pebbled nipple, erect and swollen from the minutes you spent sucking, pulling and biting, grinning at him all the while. You watched him jerk around, the cooling wax rolling down his chest, adding to more dried trails down his chest, a pleasing sight to you. His cock stood proud, ramrod with a red head, throbbing from being neglected and degraded by you. You’d called him a mutt, a filthy dog biting more than he could chew, you cooed at him as if he was irresponsible and needing help with the simplest matters in life.

You watched his cut head twitch, pearly pre leaking from his slit. Down the bulbous head and shaft, the veins that crossed over his girth and pumped blood into his oversensitive head, from the cock ring at the base to the blushing top. You poked it, manicured nail tipping it against his soft stomach, feeling it pulse beneath your digit. He flushed with embarrassment, seeing you make his body sing to you, angered by his body’s betrayal. Bringing the candle down his body, you cocked the flame, admiring the slow trickle of wax down to his cock, the head jumping from the burning warmth.

“Fuck!” Graves hissed, curling his hands and gritting his teeth.

He flinched back harshly, cock bobbing with the tensing of his thighs and squirming. His strong reaction made you still, taking the candle away and peer at his sweating face, he had his jaw clenched, eyes closed and veins popping out of his forehead.

“Are you okay, Phill?” You asked, brows crossed. “Is it too much?”

“No-no,” he gasped out, blinking away pleasured tears. “Fuck, please. I need it-”

It didn’t hurt, it only drove him wilder, deeper into your trap to feel something warm wrapped around his shaft. The wax was only a catalyst to his undoing, his unparalleled need to cum.The line between pain and pleasure blurred in his mind, finding his cock jerking around from every twist of his nipple or the slap of his chest, his sun-kissed skin tinging red. Your smirk returned once you saw that he was willing to continue, pleas slipping from his tongue rather than the established safeword.

“What do you need exactly?”

“To come!”

Shudders wracked his body, eyes rolling back into his head as you grasped his girth, giving him a few pumps to keep him awake.

“I can’t hear you with all this noise, Philip.”

“Please, Ma’am,, please let me come.”

You broke into a vicious grin, eyes gleaming dangerously at the authoritative title.

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[konigsblog]

please please please🥹 bring cop graves back

it's no surprise that cop!graves loves to use handcuffs in bed, but he surprisingly enjoys when you handcuff him to the bed instead, taking control and riding his thick, lengthy dick.

your slicken folds wrapped tightly around his meaty girth, both your hands on his broad shoulders. you grip his shoulders at the stretch, biting your bottom lip and moaning out breathlessly, the cold breeze from the cool air slipping through the gap in the window causing goosebumps along your soft skin. graves breathes out heavily, rolling his head back as he tugs at the handcuffs binding his wrists to the bedframe, giving you a playful, teasing smirk when you bottom down onto his shaft, down to the base.

his firm, tight and fat balls pressed against your ass as you begin to move, rocking your hips.

cop!graves would like it even better if you wore his cop hat whilst bouncing on his veiny, twitching dick, leaking into your cunny while you push his hair back, moaning his name out, his eyebrows furrowed with frustration as he fills your pussy.

cop!graves loves to see you relaxed out on the bed, your pussy wet with arousal with august's golden glow covering your figure. he tugs your nipples, whilst your wrists are bound with handcuffs, your cunt pulsing and clenching repetitively, whimpering and whining out. :(

[bellgraves]

I polished a little bit this dossier photo of Graves 🫣🤭

[harpsinfinity]

Did someone say...MORE? 😼

[ghosties--writing]

Do you ever look at Graves and think "Damn, I wanna fuck you so hard."

[jtkys]

I am a firm believer that Phillip goddamn Graves is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse. “I’m up to doing my fucking job kid, you should try it sometime.” If he wasn’t on a fuckin zoom call with the 141 i GUARANTEE you he would’ve done the sassiest hair flip you’ve ever seen

(@comacreep can confirm this is true)

[minkei]

Graves sketchbook doodles 👍

[strikereurekastits]

𝐂𝐃𝐑. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Note: This is a reupload, my old account being fucky so here we are again!

— Phillip is from Nashville, Tennessee (Bellevue Neighborhood). I do think he moved around a bit because I can see him coming from a family where military service was very common for the men of the family so he also lived in Texas, Kentucky, Louisiana, North Carolina and Georgia. He seems like the kid that just moved around a lot. — His birthday is June 1st, 1985 — He gives me Gemini vibes — His personality type is ESTP-A — He's a bisexual. — Grew up higher middle class

— He's either Russell Adler's son or related to him, they look pretty similar so like yeah they are probably family. If so related on his paternal side of the family — Phillip was not an only child and had two other siblings, one older and one younger then him. All boys too who have served as well — He wasn't a momma's boy or dad's boy, he was in fact Grandma's boy. He was really close with his grandmother and it's where he learned how to cook. He spent a lot of time with his grandparents and he was their favorite. — In comparison to everyone else I think Graves is about 5'9 or maybe 5'10, him and Soap look to be similar height when we see them together so I lean more 5'10 — Graves definitely has a couple of tattoos, I'm not totally sure what yet but at least placement I feel like his upper arms. He's a business man so he knows having to maintain professionalism with work — He doesn't seem like he played football growing but actually baseball and also on the swim team as well — Graves has ridden horses before, often when he was staying at his grandparents property when he was younger but after enlisting he hasn't been back in the saddle but he knows how to ride — He does in fact own several cowboy hats and probably had one that is themed to Shadow Company too — Graves enlisted in the Marines when he was seventeen and I think in the process went to school and was a business major — He's a truck guy but in a practical sense. He's got two of them, he's got his pretty one and then the one that's actually used for what a truck is used for. The pretty one is the work truck which is a 2017 black chevy Silverado. His other truck is well kept 1979 Chevy Silverado.

— He's a car guy, I think he loved working on them and that's his main hobby. He loves doing the restoration process and takes great pride in what he does. His house has a large garage solely so he can be doing that. — He definitely is into motorcycles but I can see him being more into the sports ones. I think he grew up having a dirt bike at some point and that love for them as also stayed through out his life. He's got a black YAMAHA YZF R6 that he usually drives during the late spring, summer and into late fall. — He's animal guy™. I feel like he if he was around more often then not he'd have plenty of them. He's the type to bring home strays or show up back with a new puppy in tow. He's got a soft spot for them and loves them. He'd probably own a thoroughbred gelding named Ace at some point in his life too. — Graves isn't exactly a lightweight when it comes to drinking but he's also not kicking back shots getting ten down and just barely feeling a buzz. He drinks, not frequently but can handle his liquor decently well. He'd a whiskey and bourbon guy. — Graves and Oz are close, it's why he trusted Oz to take over. I feel like Oz is probably the closest Graves has gotten to having a best friend. He's made friends but he never had a best friend but he finds that in Oz. They are practically brothers. — He's not exactly superstitious but I do feel like he holds someone the Appalachian superstitious do to his grandmother and grandfather on both sides holding them but he's mostly a skeptic on stuff. — He's agnostic from a family of Christians, his family aren't God fearing people and taught their boys to respect others and who they are. He stopped stepping into a church when he was about fourteen. — There's never an explanation to the scar on his cheek and the clip in his ear but I think it was extremely close call when he was Marine Raider with a sniper. If he had just been moved over a little bit more or didn't move, he wouldn't have been there. He thinks a lot about it when he looks at it. It's a reminder of where he had been and how far he's come. — Graves still wears his old dog tags plus the ones that get issued to Shadow Company soldiers. He takes pride in the ones from the Marines and holds them close to his heart. He always wears them or has them on his person when he's on missions. He was a marine and he's always going to be a marine. — He's an occasionally smoker, I don't think it's frequent but he does occasionally smoke especially if he gets insanely stressed out but he probably curbs a lot of it with vaping. He's perfectly is Marlboro Blacks or American Spirits Black. — While he hasn't lived really the country life before, I do think he does own a home out in Tennessee and a property in Wyoming that's out there in the country. He may not have been raised in it, Graves falls into the hard working lifestyle that comes from the country and one day hoped to retire to it with a family of his own too. — Graves has had relationships here and there over the years, plenty of flings and hookups but nothing that's probably lasted then about year and half. I think he's a loyal guy, he wants something genuine and connection. I don't think he's a cheater, once he settles on someone he's a ride or die kind of guy.

[hereisrachel]

Enemies (and?) To lovers with Graves

Small drabble, tw for heavy angst to comfort, mental breakdown, self isolating, a slight bit of psychedelia?, lots of pain, a bit of complex story, the writing may be confusing at times to imitate readers mental health.

You hated Graves, to say at least. Not only because he was a filthy traitor, no. You would hate him always in every universe no matter what he did.

He was insufferable, his voice, his looks, his arrogant and taunting personality, he was a liar, a manipulator. He felt no shame and guilt, you hated people like this.

But why not just brush it off?

You've met several people like him, you should forget it.

You were always quick to bite back at whatever he said to you. You could be as mocking as he was, both of you driving yourselves to insanity with this, so it'd always end with your bruised eye and red marks at your neck where he tried to strangle you, his bloody and broken nose, his lips fucked up and bleeding.

You could never tell how it happened, who pulled you two apart, and who called the police. You saw red when you talked to him, it could happen on the streets even, you were fighting with him like vicious dog when you were provoked enough.

He always pointed at that fact.

You were tense when he was around, your eyes never leaving his body, moving at his every move like dog about to attack.

When he saw you desperately and angrily yell at two people he never saw before, snapping and baring your teeth. You were in pure agony.

When he was taunting you at the exact same moment, you turned to him panting, attacking right away. You tried taking all of your fury on him, the stress, the madness, your head was spinning, you were shaking and clumsily hitting him, until he just held you down, groaning in slight pain from the punch.

You started to yell like a crazy, telling him to fuck off, to "not touch me you motherfucker" , he'd let you go, laughing in your face, because you were pathetic. Because there was nothing you could you. Because people left you again.

You had no strenght to do anything, remembering that you were still in public place, sweat glistened on your forehead as you looked around, people looking at you, alarmed with your agresiveness. You felt sick, from feeling of being watched, of feeling small, the smell. The smell of cold november wind, the rustle of drying leaves on trees, the suddenly vivid colors, the look on his face. You just ran home and threw up.

He looked at you like you were nothing. You found no way to calm yourself down, you weren't even thinking like normal person, just kicking everything, screaming, running. Until your whole body was sore and bruised, your throat hurting, you layed on the floor, figdeting and whispering something to yourself.

You didn't know how much you spent like this, almost unable to move, everything hurt. Your head felt like it was about to explode, it was hard to breath, everything moving rapidly and vividly. But you just stared. Your painful life flashing in front of your eyes.

Was it hours? Days? Nobody knes about you. Your bones felt soft, you felt itchy, wanting to remove your skin. You touched your skin, realising that your skin is red and scratched. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were almost bare, you were scrathing yourself, your ears and eyelids because of the sensory overload.

You screamed, the hallucinations were getting worse. You just wanted to end all of it.

You then opened your eyes, it was dark. The room was cold but your body was hot and covered in sweat. The silence was piercing your ears. And you thought of Graves.

Because he was the reason you felt like this, was he?

He'd always fuck with you, but this was too much this time. He led you to this.

You were out of your mind, thinking about how he always seemed to be anywhere you.

How he knew your deepest secrets that only soulmated know about.

You tried making some noise, to hear any voice, even if it was yours. You rubbed your bloody arm, to feel some touch.

You heard the clock ticking. You slowly got up to turn it off, you were surprised you didn't fall to your knees. Both your soul and your body were exhausted.

You turned of the light, it blinded you. But at least you didn't feel like before now.

You took the clock off, taking the batteries out and placing it on the kitchen ladder. Your house looked like it was robbed.

You tried to come to your senses and eat something, but you broke down into tears.

The emotions shaked trought your body again, it was lighter this time but it made you feel light-headed. You crawled to your bedroom before passing out again.

And you were here again, at the funeral, somehow finding him at the bar where you came to drink your problems away. Not caring that your face was tear stained, that the tears were still coming of your eyes. But your face stayed calm, you looked so tired.

He felt a bit of guilt looking at you, you had no strenght to tell him to fuck off.

You hissed at him to start mocking you already and you want to have it over already, which he didn't do.

He put a hand on your arm, you slapped it away, quickly looking over at him, checking if he is not leaving.

Weird reflex, but he was the only person you had contact with for long time. Everyone else seemed distant, like they didn't hear you.

You looked at him, something breaking inside of you again, you grabbed his shirt, to threat him or feel his touch? You didn't know, you were so uncomposed like a total madwoman. You blamed him for everything, your voice little and sore.

You were out with him at the same bench again, it was tight but comfortable. You felt like you could finally breath, sitting close to him, feeling sharp and cold wind on your skin. He kept a hand on your back which you felt after a few moments, your mind refocusing slightly. You looked at him with your eyes hazy and face stinging from the salty tears.

You realised that he was talking, comforting you. Catching you at your worst, you didn't care if he was manipulating you, if he really meant that and he felt something to you. You just hugged him. You felt so tired.

He held your aching body gentle. It changed your view on him.

He gave you something before you were at your work again. Feeling much better.

Was it all a dream?

You still felt weird from time to time but you caught a control over your life.

He would still taunt you, sometimes hurtfully to earn attention from you. But he kept his distance. Most of his mocking comments were harmless. It kind of stayed that way. Not forever but most of the time.

You still hated each other, but why was he coming running when you called him? Why were you jumping everytime you heard a male voice, hoping it was him?

When did your relationship became this...odd?

When did you realise this? When you saw Price come to your medbay and feeling dissapointed when it wasn't Graves?

When you held yourself to sleep, pretending Graves was holding you?

When he was asking about you people that had no idea who you are, just for sake to say anything about you, or just acknowledge that he wants to see you.

When he looked at something immediately knowing that you would took interest in it?

No matter how much you hated him, he would always be here to hold you when you were crying, cracking some sarcastic joke to earn a scolding look from you.

No matter how much he hated you, you'd always come running, asking what happened when he was injuried.

And no matter how much you two would "hate" each other, you always cared for him, and he cared for you.

It wouldn't change.

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Hello! 🎂

Also have a lovely day or night!! 🩷🩷🩷

OH HI 💕💕💕

You asked and I give you your favorite soldier 😌

[multifand0midi07]

//Firm believer that Graves has customized condoms for him and the Shadows with the Shadow Company logo on them. 💀

[konigsblog]

Characters kill other people in canon? It's A-Okay!

But characters engaging in non-canon stepcest? Grab the pitchforks! Anons are fucking ridiculous.

Please keep up the drabbles! stepcest and all! Always a treat to read! Your stuff is great!

Can I request Divorced Phillip Graves? He's eager to get his cock wet and would love Reader to do it. Her mouth or pussy will do. He can be as mean as you want, lol I'd love to see what you come up with.

this is such an old request, and im so, so sorry for only now getting around to it! i have a lot of requests — a lot — so it's hard for me to get down to older requests! and thank you, for sticking up for me and requesting this fantastic idea. :3

tw: stepcest, divorced-stepdad!graves, intoxication, noncon, age gap (20s-50s)

he feels horrible for this. he's not married to your mother anymore, you're technically not even his stepdaughter! but he still has fantasies about you, he always has. from when he first met you, he'd be jerking off and pumping his thick, hard, musky cock to the thoughts of taking you however he likes. :(

he keeps in touch with you; finding your socials, messaging you and calling you every night. he manipulates you, convincing you that he just wants to hear that pretty voice speak to him — about whatever you wanna talk about. whilst you're talking to him, he's fisting his fat cock, head thrown back and biting his lip to suppress his grunts and moans, only the sounds of his laboured breathing audible on your side of the phone.

he even meets up with you!! telling himself that there's nothing wrong with perving on his stepdaughter, that he's a man who has some needs that have to be fulfilled. you're convinced that it's just for a catch up, nothing more... but soon enough, you're on your back in a cheap motel with your stepfather's wet, hard cock stuffed into your slick, drooling pussy! :(

“god-i’ve been missin’ this pussy, sweethear’... lookin’ so pretty -- all drunk, ain’t’cha, dollface? a drunk mess takin’ your stepfather’s cock so-fuckin’ well...”

[your-local-jedi-commander]

Yeah I know Graves is not so blond but 🤫

(And bestie and I headcanon that Ghost is lol)

[klaart]

6/12 Holiday Cards!!🎄🎁✨

Making some holiday themed cards with the cod peps!! We’re half way through!!