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altbite · 1 year
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Incorrect Quotes *mw2 x reader*
Alejandro: Rudy and I are having a baby.
Y/n: That's gre-
Alejandro, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.
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Price, driving y/n and Soap: So how was your day?
Y/n: We almost got surprise adopted!
Price: What?
Soap: We almost got kidnapped.
Price: Oh, okay.
Price: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!
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Ghost: Y/n... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Y/n: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Ghost:
Ghost: I wrote sanitize, Y/n.
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Y/n: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!
Rudy: Mind your language!
Y/n: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???
Rudy:
Y/n: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.
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Y/n: Am I going too far?
Gaz: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.
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Soap: Truth or dare?
Y/n: Dare
Soap: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room
Y/n: Hey Graves
Graves, blushing: Yeah?
Y/n: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Alejandro
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Y/n: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Gaz: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Ghost?
Ghost: Probably “road work ahead”.
Price: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
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Price: Listen, I can explain...
Ghost: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?
Soap: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!
Y/N: You guys are getting paid?
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Price: Just be yourself.
Y/n: 'Be myself'? Price, I have one day to win Alejandro over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?
Gaz: Couple weeks
Soap: Six months.
Ghost: Jury’s still out.
Y/n: See, Price?
Y/n: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?
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Soap: Alejandro... How do I begin to explain Alejandro?
Rudy: Alejandro is flawless.
Ghost: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000.
Gaz: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan.
Y/n: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.
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ilovelosermen69 · 7 months
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Girls when they see a man in uniform
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yupstep · 2 months
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Ew! Gross! Icky!
But also why he kinda… nah.. mm maybe..
Graves was the last doodle I did for the doodle dump on my TikTok 😌
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diejager · 4 months
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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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simonsdoll · 1 year
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MW2 men having a crush
on you
Includes:Price,Ghost,Soap,Gaz,Konig and Graves
PRICE
- Has kept a wandering eye on you for longer than usual and his crush developed by how well you two work together
- He would always try to keep it professional with you so he doesn’t reveal his crush on you and is often distracted when your in the same room as him doing some debriefing
- When he can’t keep his composure around you anymore he decides it’s time to do something about it
- When he asks you out he asks you very sternly and never breaks eye contact with you
- When you say yes he treats you like the world is yours coming from his rank and power that it makes it feel as such
GHOST
- Quality moments and near death experiences that tested your loyalty to him is what made him develop feelings for you
- He wouldn’t know what to do with his feelings because feeling love for someone was so foreign and dangerous especially in yalls line of work
- Others noticed how his eyes would dilate and how awkward he is around you and he was teased for it by the 141 and he decided to just go for it and hope you feel the same for him
- When he asks you out it’s very straightforward and fast and struggles to make eye contact
- When you say yes he spends as much time with you as possible and of course he makes your barrack room his second safe space
SOAP
- Soap would have so much trouble trying to hide his crush on you when he would confidently and constantly ask to be your partner for sparring or for shooting practice
- When you would laugh and giggle at Soap’s corny jokes you would boost his ego and he would get even more tempted to just ask you out already
- When he asks you out he tries to be as serious and casual as possible but deep down he’s going crazy and he just can’t seem to hide the blush on his cheeks when you tell him you like him back
- When it’s oficial he’s telling everyone and when I mean everyone I mean EVERYONE that he’s taken and he always has you confirm the news so people know he’s not joking
GAZ
- When he crushes on you he tries to make it look like he doesn’t but Price calls him into his office telling him that he KNOWS he’s crushing on you and that he can’t play dumb because it’s very noticeable.
- When he sees you all alone and away from people he fixes his hat and he walks up to you and he asks you out almost in a whisper with guilt. He looks deeply into your eyes for a response
- When you say yes he impulsively hugs you and you tell him that his crush on you was so noticeable and he starts to blush
KONIG
- When he crushes on you he gets very awkward and very quiet around you and he can’t help but just walk out of the room once he sees you enter it
- Blames himself and reflects a lot on how he’s a big and strong soldier but can’t even form a sentence or even look you in the face anymore
- When working out he let’s out all of his frustration and he finally can’t take it anymore so he gets cleaned up and looks for you
- When he asks you out, he asks you out in a very serious tone and refuses to make eye contact with you in fear you’ll discover how nervous he is
- When you say yes he acts all cool as he walks out of the room and when he gets to his room he’s punching the air and punching the pillows
GRAVES
- When he crushes on you it’s so blatantly obvious and isn’t afraid to show you how much he likes you. When being teased for it he just goes along with it or even starts rumors that y’all are dating
- He gets extra handsy with you and always talks good things about you with the shadows or other higher oficials
- When he asks you out he is as serious as possible and tells you exactly how he feels about you and why he likes you 
- When you say yes he treats you like a queen and always has you by his side like your a trophy
- Isn’t afraid to tell everyone that your his girlfriend and always gives you special treatment.
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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virgil-630 · 1 year
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Graves and his shadows
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Love this bastard...
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lilacakey · 2 months
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cut content of them chasing Graves in the middle of the night during that one mission
(im never drawing a car again dear lord don't even look at it)
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Kinktober Prompt ~ Deepthroating
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Phillip Graves x Shadow!Reader
You decide to pay your commander a little visit during one of his later nights in the office...
NSFW 18+, Shameless Smut, Porn w/out Plot, Teasing, Flirting, Slight Build-Up, Commander/Subordinate play (but with no non-con dynamics), Blowjobs, Mentions of drooling, Gagging, Face-fucking, Facial (?), Graphic Description, Drabble, Scarcely Proofread
I have too much freetime at work (.-. )
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"You have a minute, Commander?"
Graves looks up from the mountain of paperwork littered over his desk, letting his tired blue eyes lift from his monitor screen and towards your frame in the doorway.
The white glow from his screen illuminates the blond streaks to his hair and stubble, as well as the growing wear and tear on his face from the past few week's assignments with the company. The amount of things he had to do within a given day would no doubt age anyone in this line of work by a few years. Though the sight of you always seemed to bring some sort of that lost youth of his back. It often showed in his smile, with those pearly whites he so proudly liked to show off.
"For you darlin'," Graves pushes himself from his desk, letting his chair roll back towards the wall behind him. "I've got two minutes. Hell, maybe even three, if you ask me nicely."
"Lucky me." You laugh beneath your breath, the blush rising to your cheeks at his dumb little humor. You knew he only joked around twice as much with you because he found you adorable when you laughed.
The door clicks shut behind you, and not even two seconds after you're already sauntering your way over, a flirtatious smile slowly forming on your lips.
Graves watches you as you do, his body further sinking back into his chair as though it were the only way to properly take a good look at you. The man could watch you all day if time allowed it, always getting a kick out of watching you scurry about base trying to fix everyone's problems for them, his included.
"You're up late," Graves comments, his eyes quickly catching that 11:43 P.M. timestamp at the corner of his screen.
You push the man's many office supplies to the side before making the corner of his desk a seat. "So are you."
"Duty calls," the commander shrugs. "The sooner I get all of this shit wrapped up though, the sooner I can move on with things."
"Is that right?" you begin to tease. "Now where have I heard that one before?"
"Oh don't you start." Graves lets out a heavy sigh as he sinks back into his chair, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back against the cushion.
You giggle mischievously to yourself, before an equally dubious idea piques your fancy. You sit up from his desk, tip-toeing your way over silently, stalking your commander as he continued to sit with his eyes closed.
You bring yourself in front of your him, towering over Graves, smiling. "Feels like you're always working late nights these days."
"Yeah it does," he groans. "But, it'll payoff."
"Well..." you say, purposefully being coy. "Do you have time for a little break?"
Graves opens one eye, finding you standing over him with that little look of yours. The look of trouble. It riles him up a bit, safe to say.
"I have three minutes," he coos teasingly.
You slowly bring yourself to your knees, letting your hands rest on his thighs on your way down. The subtle squeezes you make as you adjust yourself send shivers up his legs, making the growing bulge in his uniform start to throb with anticipation.
"That's all the time I need," you say.
Graves chuckles. "That's a bold claim."
Your hands slide up his thighs, making their way to his belt and teasing him with your fingers the entire way.
"Don't doubt me love," you purr.
"Oh I'm not doubtin' ya," he says. "I'd just love to see you try, sweetheart."
"You'll owe me a favor if I prove you wrong."
"I can live with that."
You just loved to tease your commander; it wasn't often he gave you the opportunity to. Graves was always so sure of himself, and it got you off seeing such a man licking his lips and humming to your touch like you're the most powerful women in the world. It only excited you for what you planned on doing next.
The bulge in his pants is already hard as a rock once your hand finally glides over, your fingers feeling the large shape of him through his uniform. You grope and paw at him as your other hand unbuckles his belt, the man already moaning lightly beneath his breath and letting you know how ready he was for you.
"Clock's ticking," he playfully warns.
The belt falls to the floor, your hands making quick work of his buttons before you've finally pulled his pants halfway down his thighs, the bulge in his underwear sitting there uncomfortably like a tent. It makes you giggle as you pull him out, your delicate hand wrapping over his cock, feeling the soft skin and veiny limb of his that had been dying for some more attention from you.
You bring his head to the edge of your bottom lip, letting your breath tickle the tip of him, chills shivering down him with anticipation. You let your tongue touch him first, soft wetness playfully lining the head of his cock as you let your tongue swirl around him, already tasting light remnants of pre-cum webbing from him to your lips.
Your tongue travels down his shaft next, leaving a long trail of saliva on its way down to the base of his cock, as your lips gently grazed him, your hand tugging lightly as you licked and tasted your commander like a popsicle. And as if your teasing hadn't been enough, your other hand had already been dancing over him, finding his balls and cupping them your palms as you licked him. It makes Graves groan delightfully, the man's head cocking back again and his abdomen flexing at your touch.
"Mm, there you go baby," he hums. "You've got it."
Graves can't help but have his hands rest against you, having one feathering your arm and the other against your neck. You already knew the man couldn't wait to bring that hand up to your hair and grab a handful of it, forcing your mouth down on his cock.
Your tongue travels back up to the tip, giving it another good swirl, until you've finally had enough and let your lips clasp around him, his cock slowly entering your mouth.
Graves' hands tangled into your hair, his rough grip taking a more firm hold against you. He guides your mouth down on him, helping you bob your head and using you to his own ends. At each thrust down he makes you go deeper, greedily taking more and more of him.
Sharp groans leaves his lips when he feels his cock squeeze its way down your throat, feeling that tight, wet space tighten around him and your gagging voice vibrate against his skin.
He can't help but hold your head there a little longer, feeling you gag and choke over him as your spit made a mess of his uniform. He waits until the bitter end, feeling your nails dig at his thighs before he finally lets you come up for air; he damn near finishes right then and there when you've immediately brought him back into your mouth not even a second after you got your breath again. He couldn't be more proud of his girl.
He wanted to feel every inch of your mouth, have his cock hit the back of your throat so many times that when he finally pulled away you were gasping for air. Graves wouldn't complain if you'd just wanted to fuck him instead, though he'll never say no to this. Nothing beats that doe-eyed expression you had, looking up at him as you took him all in your mouth, as though to taunt him. It makes him smile, his body damn near at the edge of his seat.
Your speed quickens, your lips locking around Graves cock as you continued to suck and lick at him, only coming up for short breaths of air before taking him back into your mouth again. With this kind of performance, Graves almost felt he should give you a promotion.
The faster you went the less the man found himself in control of things. His hips buck and jirate at your touch with less reservations, his toes practically curling in his boots. When you go even faster, the man's body unconsciously humps into your mouth, thrusting and making you gag over him as he's hit the back of your throat.
When he wanted you even deeper, he brought his hands back to your head, helping guide you over him. Though you did so good on your own, he could barely concentrate enough to actually be of any use.
He fucks your mouth more aggressively, feeling every bit of raw emotion bubble in him, until his cock has finally reached it's limit.
He pulls his cock back from your mouth, furiously pumping at himself as you sat there with you mouth open, tongue out and ready for him. His voice shakes as he cums, his warm fluids gushing over your tongue and lips. You lick everything up without question, giving his cock a good cleaning with your tongue as well before parting ways.
"How many minutes was that?" you ask.
Graves looks at the clock and smirks. "Three."
Now you laugh. "Looks like you owe me a favor then, Commander."
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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year
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Sweetheart can crush a watermelon between her thighs and I KNOW it
AND YOU'RE 100% RIGHT
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18+ MDNI PLS I BLACKED OUT ON THIS
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NO PENETRATION HAPPENS BUT STILL OTHER STUFF HAPPENS
(Leg Humping, thigh licking, Sweetheart being mean😱😱, praise, hair pulling, thigh kissing, thumb sucking, threatening(at the end) femdom? Yeah i think, choking (at the end), degradation, cumming in pants) idk what to call the last one 😭😭
Woooooo babes when Graves arrogantly dared Sweetheart to open a watermelon without using a knife, he didn't expect her to do THAT
He didn't believe her when she said she could do the dare. And that made Sweetheart irritated (everything Graves says and does make her irritated)
She had a frown on her face throughout the whole time she did it
Laid down the mat with a frown. Took her jeans off with a frown (IN FRONT OF GRAVES MIND YOU) grabbed the watermelon and sat on the mat with a frown. Placed the said fruit BETWIXTED her thighs with a frown. And then looked Graves dead in the eyes with a deep glare while crushing the watermelon with ease. Some of the insides of the watermelon splashed everywhere and on top of her thighs.
Graves was SHOOK
FROZEN TO THE CORE
HE WAS LIKE
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Omg his mind went PSYCHO- Her legs are THAT STRONG?? like I know they're big but FUCK that was hot for no reason and I want that to be my head or my di-
"Ey. Graves." Sweetheart says with a low voice. She always used a cold, uninterested tone with Graves. And my god did it give him shivers. "I did your dare. Don't underestimate me, it makes ya look stupid." He shifts his feet, trying to hide his rapidly growing erection. With his arms crossed muting his rapid heart he clears his throat. "That was- impressive, I'll give ya that." He forces out. (That is n o t what he wanted to say)
"Didn't really complete the dare, Darlin'." He says with a smirk. Sweetheart looks up at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?! I totally did, I opened the watermelon without using a knife!" She exclaims. Ugh God, his brat mode is on.
"Yeah, but it's everywhere. Very messy to even enjoy the melon." Graves pointed out. He knows she did the dare right. He doesn't know why he's like this, but he enjoys Sweetheart's outbursts. And he's so ready for this one.
"Then lick it clean."
....Or not. What the fuck--
"...'Scuse me?" Did he hear her right?
Her face is neutral, with no amusement or joke in sight. Still on the mat, she slowly widens her legs. "You said it's messy. Lick and eat it clean."
Philip didn't know what to do. Yes he did. He wanted to get on all fours and lick the juice on her meaty thighs. Feeling the heat from her soft, scarred brown skin while he moves up, up, up... all the way to her hips with his tongue.
But will he give her what she wants? She always gets her way around everyone, and it makes him annoyed. He huffs out a laugh with an exasperated expression. "You fucking serious? As much as that sounds like a good time, no way in hell am I doing that--" Philip's breath sucks back in when her hand cups his clothed erection. "This says otherwise." Sweetheart stated. He can see that tick of amusement smeared on her mouth, yet her eyes are still hard and cold zeroing on his crotch. Shit, he got caught.
Sweetheart hums as her hand paws through the denim of his jeans. She can feel his cock getting bigger and bigger through her fingers. Picturing his girth, his length, fuck-- the head of his cock. She never thought of his size, as she can't stand him. But her patience has run insanely thin with his attitude and obvious envy with her team. He needs to be knocked down a peg;
So why not do it now? In her own way?
She looks up at him with doe eyes, her dolly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She smiles at him fully, which catches him off guard, until he feels a harsh pull against his jean belt hoop that makes him tumble to the floor. Eyes connecting with each other. Her grip on his jaw is painful, but not as painful as the stretch in his pants. She brings him close to her face, lips almost touching. Just a bit more, just a bit more and they'll actually kiss... how Graves has been dreaming of that to happen.
Fate is not on his side, however.
"Lick. It." She grits. Graves will is deteriorating by the second. With the sweat coming down his neck and a swallow of thick saliva, he changes his position. Now straddling her right leg, he stares at the wet sticky thigh. Different war scars and bullet holes scattered across the skin, like someone scratched and bruised pure gold. Sweetheart spreads her legs slowly, still looking at him with narrowed eyes.
You could at least say something. Graves thinks. Say anything to me. Please.
"Go on, Graves. Show me that you're actually useful." Sweetheart coos, in a sugary condescending tone. He closes his eyes and shivers. More.
His hands tremble when he grips the fat thigh, squishy and softer than he thought. The whine he let out when his tongue meets the sticky skin was so broken and desperate; wanting to please her.
"There we go," Sweetheart mumbles, her hand finding his hair and grabbing some. "Good boy. Use that filthy tongue. Always talkin' shit where you could be used for things like this." She chuckles, a dark undertone in it. "Who would've thought, huh? You being a fucking bottom bitch suits you." Yes. It does. It always has when it comes to you.
Sweetheart hears a broken moan come from Graves, seeing his hips snap on her shin. "Are you... Are you getting off to this?" She raises her voice at him, pulling his hair to meet her face. His short gasp and heavy-lidded eyes tell Sweetheart everything she needs. "Oh god, you are." Her face scrunches in disgust, not knowing that just turns him on more. "You're fucking disgusting ya'know that? Grinding on my leg like some bitch in heat." Her finger traces his jaw and flicks his wet chin. More. Please call me disgusting more. I need it.
Graves bites his lip, not wanting a loud moan out and cause attention from other people. His hips are still humping her shin, like he can stop it. He craves the friction of getting off. If Graves stops now, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.
"Do you like being a little bitch in heat? Hm?" She asks again in that sugar tone. Graves nods, brain turn into mush. "Yes... I'm a little bitch in heat... I'm a bitch and I need to cum-- please-" the grip in his hair tightens, making his eyes roll back and whine.
"Such a fuckin' whore." Sweetheart growls, shoving his head back to her thigh, tongue immediately licking and eating more of the watermelon. I'm your whore. I'm yours.
Sweetheart thinks of something, grinning like a devil when she moves her knee, making her shin go deeper into Philip's erection. "Fuck!" He yelps, his own legs clamping around her calf and hands clawing her cleaned thigh. "Awww, ya like that? Y'know what, since you cleaned my thigh, you deserve a reward. Don't you think so, little bitch?" Yes. Yes yes yes. I've been good. Please reward me.
Sweetheart looks at the huge tent in his pants while he babbles mindlessly. The dark spot on his jeans is getting bigger. She smirks and sighs. "You're such a mess, Philip." Her thumb interrupts his talking, his low moan made Sweetheart clench around nothing. She shakes off the heat that pools in her stomach and focuses back on Graves. "Go on, now. I want you to cum on my leg." She orders, his hips grinding faster into her shin. He sucks on her thumb, tongue swirling around her nail. Sweetheart's eye twitches; seeing Graves big, teary eyes and flushed face, that desperate face, is making her feel fuzzy and hot. Too hot.
She kisses her teeth and frowns, "This is taking too long." She mumbles. Her other hand grips his hip and forcefully moves him quicker while also rubbing her shin on his bulge. "Come on, Graves. I know you want to cum so be a good boy and fucking cum already." She whispers harshly in his ear and he whines, sucking on her finger harder. I'll be a good boy for you. Let me please you. Let me impress you.
He can feel the build up of his orgasm coming quickly, it almost feels too much. The quick friction on his cock, her thumb in his sweet mouth, her deep and ordering whispers in his ear, her scent; it's too much.
"There you go. Your breath is pickin' up-- you're close aren't you? Fucking finally." Sweetheart breathes out. She feels excited. She shouldn't be. "Now be the good little whore I know you are and cum for me." She says, moving to kiss his temple. That was it.
Graves let out a loud, broken moan as his hips stutter against Sweetheart. His legs shaking around her calf, his brain absolutely fried with pleasure. She coos, slowing down his hips and cupping his face. "Such a good job, Philip. Good boy." He sighs contently. I'm your good boy. I always want to be your good boy. Make me yours.
Sweetheart could've sworn she saw little hearts in his eyes. "I came f'you...M'a good boy.." Sweetheart chuckles at his slurring words. "Yes you are, honey. But just know this..." She moves her hand down to his throat and tightens. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll edge you until your dick falls off and feed it to you."
"Understand?"
He nods.
She smiles. "Good." She pushes him off and gets up. "Now go clean yourself off. No one wants to see your disgusting cum in your pants."
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(I'm not very good 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️at writing smut but if I want to get better at it then I gotta keep writing it 🧍‍♀️)
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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 5 months
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As a fandom we have come to the conclusion that Graves has mommy issues. This got me thinking… So hi i'm here to talk about some of the southern parenting I’ve seen in the form of Graves’ mother head canons. Welcome!! (or at least I tried to do that jury is still out lol)
This post is dedicated to @captain-mj ! and is based on This poll where, we can all agree, the answer is Graves! LMAO
now, onto Mrs. Graves:
Phil's Mother is seen in her community as a kind and strong willed woman. People might describe her as ‘a joy to talk to,’ ‘always ready to offer a helping hand,’ and ‘a strong leader’ but there are also people in her community that refuse to describe her at all. ‘Oh do you know Mrs. Graves?’ these people may be asked. ‘We're not close,’ these people will reply, letting their tone carry the end of a topic.
This is because, to those who meet her in passing, she’s a wide smile, a southern drawl and sugary attitude—What they don’t see is this is all done because she is using kindness and charisma to craft a careful social narrative that is designed to keep criticism at bay, and people complacent. (Have you ever noticed that humans are more willing to let people who we consider ‘good’ get away with hurting others?) Mrs. Graves cannot handle anyone challenging her authority, and she is constantly fighting to make sure no one may question her.  
To those who spend more time with her, her personality becomes much more clear. She’s the woman who won’t hesitate to tell the farm hand what they’d done so wrong, the woman who will demand hard work and harder hours, the woman who is seemingly blind to the struggles of anyone who she deems under her. (Which is everyone except the people who will grant her social power btw.) 
Those who are unlucky enough to get closer to her have seen even more of the cracks in her mask. Mrs. Graves holds her power over the others heads, she will claim she deserves privileges beyond a reasonable expectation, she often uses the lord’s word as justification for unjustified opinions, and (in some cheap version of making herself look Better) Mrs. Graves complains about those she deems ‘under her social level’ to ‘peers.’
The largest crack in that ceramic smile, however—the one that reveals the raw flesh beneath—is how she treats her son. 
Her “mini me.”
Mrs. Graves enacted strict control over all activities Phil did. Privacy was a luxury not a right, and it was a luxury he didn’t have. “You shouldn’t have anything to hide,” was a common phrase uttered. Phil had limited and monitored access to any ideas outside of the christian ideals his mother wanted for him. Phil went to christian school, and any friends he was allowed to hang out with outside school hours were either from his church or approved by his mother. Phil didn’t fight this. He was a kid, this was his mother. She said she knew what was right for him, so she knew what was right for him. He liked it when his mother thought of him as a good son and letting her approve of all his friends would make her think that. 
Mrs. Graves used her husband’s authority for her own gain, using the “man of the house” as a tool to inflict her will. Mr. Graves’ parents did have a hand in his matrimony :/. They found him a nice christian woman for their good (read: bitter and emotionally closed) christian son. Mr. Graves shares the same perspective of gender roles as his wife… 
Actually I need to stop talking about Phil’s father, this is a post about mommy issues. 
Point is, if Phil did something wrong in Mrs. Graves eyes she would threaten Phil with his father’s wrath. And if Phil did something wrong in his father’s eyes his father would rage on his own. Phil hated disappointing his mother, but he feared making his father mad.
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Phil’s mother of course forced him into community activities as much as she could, church groups, 4H, anything that had a community where her boy could make her look good. She would make him participate and do the best work he could even if he hated it, he had to win every paper boat race, every mini science fair. Sometimes she would do the work for him to make sure it was done ‘right.’ Mrs. Graves would berate Phil if he ever did anything that might make her look like a “bad parent” (Like losing the boat race … Ma’am please…)
Mrs. Graves also believes emotions are a weakness especially from women and believes emotions are simply not allowed for men either. Any Big feelings Phil showed as a kid were frowned upon and chastised. He was made to feel pathetic for fear, sadness, and even anger.
Mrs. Graves is unafraid to use humiliation to punish her son, she will happily drag him aside and chew him out in front of his friends. Sometimes it's a show for Mrs. Graves' friends, other times no one is around and she is just angry at something he did. 
As an example of how Mrs. Graves handled parenting, A kid on the playground once shoved Phil to the ground and stole the toy dino he was playing with. Phil wanted to cry, but “Buck up” was one of his mother’s favorite phrases, and Phil hated to be told to Buck Up so instead he got angry. He rips the dino out of the other kid's hand and yells at the other kid that he hates them. I’ll spare you a whole play by play about what happened and give you the footnotes:
-Phil gets his toy back, but his anger didn’t go unnoticed by his mother
-His mother realizes that the other Kid’s mother has now seen Phil act up and can’t handle the perceived judgment.
-everything Phil does she takes as a direct reflection on HER so she is blinded by this hit to her ego
-she now must prove to the other mother that she is a Good Mom who has her kid Under Control
-She yells at Phil, grabs his ear, forces him to apologize and gives the dino back to the other kid (it's Phil’s toy) she tells him they’re going home.
-the other kid has realized their own mistake and quietly gives Phil back his toy. 
-Mrs. Graves doesn’t realize Phil has the dino back until they’re in the car.
-She grabs the dino, breaks it and throws it out the car window
wow… That hurt to write
Anyway~
It wasn’t always bad, When Phil did something good he was showered in praise and affection. If he was cute for a picture, If he complimented his mother in front of her friends, or won a school competition (remember this reflects well on her), that's when life was good. She’d get all sweet, maybe they’d get ice cream later, or maybe she’d even tell him that she loves him.
I hope you’re picking up what I'm putting down: that Love was inherently conditional for Phil. 
But you see, Phil has known no other type. He never knew unconditional love, this was just how life was. As long as he worshiped his mother, sung her praises, was successful, was good and listened to what she asked, he was loved. As a long-term consequence of this Phil is always looking for praise and reassurance, he has deep rooted self worth issues that he can’t see.
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Phil’s mom has always been described to him as powerful, a woman to respect, (no one is going to insult someone's mother to their face. Though they probably should have, because now…) Phil has internalized these ideas, and he can’t see how flawed his mother truly is. Phil has idolized his mother, becoming blind to her faults in some twisted compensation for all the pain she has caused him. (Phil is the type of person to say “sometimes I just needed a good slap” and MEAN IT.)
His worship of his mother was of course more extreme when he was a naive child. So during his tween and teen years when he was a bit more of his own person ‘all the sudden’ a rift definitely started to develop between him and his mother. 
Phil’s mother has always made jokes about never wanting Phil to grow up, never wanting him to stop being her little boy. Once he was grown they just shifted to wishing he never had. Sometimes when she’s feeling affectionate towards her son, (normally after being particularly doted on by her adult child,) she’ll say ‘You’ll always be a little kid to me.’ Phil thinks its praise, thinks its love. He can’t see how toxic the narrative is. She’s expressing love for the young kid who worshiped her, and denouncing the teen or adult that is his own person in front of her. ‘I wish you were still that little kid, I wish you’d never gotten bigger.’ These are words that hurt, but cut in a way that isn’t felt on the surface. 
(sorry, the timeline ran away from me. We’re going back to roughly Phil’s teen years again, weeee!)  
Speaking of hurt that isn’t felt on the surface! While corporal punishment wasn’t uncommon in the Graves’ household, 
(sometimes in the classical sense when he was younger, but also as a teen in the sense of off-handed corporal corrections, like the quick hards knocks over the head if he talks back, the swift yank of taking something from his hands, and kick in the shin under the table if he talked too much to guests about something that interested him.)
There was also an undercurrent of causal aggressive physicality that Graves hasn’t identified as abusive to this day, because, well, these family interactions that were always spoken of positively. Why should reality be any different? These are all just loving family play? Right? 
The dig of nails into his side to jumpscare him around the kitchen counter, (only to be laughed out when he yelped). The trick that got him to picking up something hot when he should’ve ‘known better.’ The throw his favorite canned cranberry sauce into his shoulder hard, as a ‘gift’ 
Graves got mad at that one at first, telling his mother to not throw hard cans at him, as duh, it hurt?? She chewed him out for 15 minutes about how she’d done something nice and gotten him something he liked and his ungrateful ass was so selfish that he couldn’t even say thank you“Th-”“Do not interrupt me!”
She ‘didn’t hurt him’ and ‘he was being dramatic,’ ‘a real man could handle a light hit to the shoulder!’ 
Graves tried to show her the already forming bruise. She offered to give him a real one. 
That was her joking with him… right?
These are the interactions that Phil would never see as trauma inducing. These are positive memories starring playful family rough housing. 
He doesn’t give a second thought to why he remembers each one vividly. 
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Okay, almost done!! Adult years! 
Once he was 18, Phil left to join the army and Serve His Country as the Good American he was, but even out from under her rein Mrs. Graves’ influence can be felt. 
Mrs. Graves always demanded respect, and like a good southern boy, Phil has always given it to her. Even now as an adult Phil loves his mother and tells everyone he couldn’t ask for a better mom. (He really could…) He has disregarded his own emotional well being in a desperate attempt to be a good son, and can’t even see it.
I mean, of course he did. Taking care of his mental well-being was frowned upon. If he wasn’t pushing himself to perform for his mother he wasn’t being a good son. But now the last time Graves cried was at 15 years old, and he’ll need to do a lot of healing before he’s able to again.
When he visits his mother she without fail tells him he doesn’t come home enough. All mothers think their kids should come home more, but Mrs. Graves makes it sound like a personal affront. When he’s home the light bullying hasn’t stopped. He can’t do much without being chastised. Even when he does something she can’t criticize like taking care of himself she can often find a way to make a remark. (like putting on sunscreen? ‘Scared of a little son, don’t want a thick skin?’)
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homicidal-slvt · 11 months
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"Blue-Eyed Snake"
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MDNI
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Part 2
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Phillip Graves x F!Reader
Civilian|Y/N
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Warnings: Smut, Brief Cheating Ex Mention, Slight Degradation?, Praise Kink, One Night Stand
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You had always been more of a goody-two-shoes according to your friends, preferred playing it safe and not going on many adventures.
However after your boyfriend of five years cheated on you- you decided to try and do something to forget. Go out on the town.
Find a distraction. Just for one night.
That's when you first saw him- Phillip Graves. The perfect distraction.
Standing by the old record machine drink in hand, his cowboy hat sat atop his head tilted back, blue button up shirt with the top two buttons undone... But those blue eyes.
Those devilish blue eyes that caught yours from across the room... This was going to be a wild night.
|He's the devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes.|
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Your back was pressed into the firm surface of his mattress, fingers desperately trying to clutch at his short hair.
He wouldn't let up until he got you to scream his name- he made that abundantly clear. His tongue running up along your slit, thumb roughly rubbing circles on your clit.
The whole time his face was buried between your legs, those blue eyes of his were locked with yours, he demanded your attention- to have your eyes on him.
"Look at the man who's about to ruin you, darlin'."
Thick southern drawl lacing his words when he finally pulled his face away from your cunt, the cocky bastard had a smirk plastered to his face as he heard you whine.
"Needy little thing."
Part of you wanted to slap him so hard- wipe that smile off his face.... But the other part of you just wanted him to fuck your brains out.
The second option truly was much more appealing in this moment.
Nails clawing at his back as you earned several groans from him, deep thrusts making your head spin as his length seemed to touch your weak spot perfectly, he didn't hesitate to spill praise and degradation like a fountain- his grip on your hips so tight you knew there was going to be bruises, evidence left behind of the sinful acts you engaged in that night.
"Fuck... So fuckin' good. Ya look so pretty all cockdrunk for me, doll."
Finally he earned exactly what he wanted, your head flopped back against the pillow crying out.
"PHILLIP!!!"
|And he only comes out at night, gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight.|
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You let a soft sigh fall past your lips as you glanced out your window.
After that night you had simply gone back to your usual every day life, your non-adventurous behavior. You thanked God that you would never see your one night stand again- that usually wasn't your type. Not the way you did things.
Just a fling.
However it seems God had other plans, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as you finally spotted the new neighbor who just moved in a few months ago.
He was out in the yard raking up leaves, sweat clinging heavily to his body beneath the gleaming sun. You hadn't ever met him before- he seemed to always be gone due to work and you never questioned it.
Now faced with the reality that you had a one night stand- with your neighbor.
"Shit. How am I going to avoid this?"
|You better run for your life.|
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{Inspired by @skylarsblue }
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x49z · 3 months
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I don't remember what Phillip looks like
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yupstep · 2 months
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OMG I LOVE YOUR GRAVES DRAWINGS
THANK YOU!! I’m so happy people like my drawing of him, I wasn’t sure he’d get any love 😂
And since you’re my first ask post thingy I gift you an extra Graves drawing just for you!! Enjoy!!
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diejager · 6 months
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Hello! Your works are really great could you please write a Non-Con For Philipp Graves? 🦅 EAGLE SCREECH
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Pairing: Philip Graves x fem!reader
CW: CONSENSUAL NON-CON, DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM, leather cuffs, torture/interrogation, rough sex, soft Graves, kinda aftercare?, tell me if I missed any. WC: 1.6k
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You shuddered, the hair on your skin standing high from the cool air of your isolation room. You were strung up by your hands, leather cuffs wrapped snugly around your wrists with the short chain hooked over the claw of a clasp, holding your weight firmly. Two other chains linked the cuffs of your ankle, spreading you open for whoever would walk into the cell. You flushed in shame and embarrassment, naked in the cold cell, tied to the ceiling and spread open by leather and chain shackles. 
You were weak and vulnerable, unable to fight off anyone or anything that’d come in the room and the low temperature made your numb, fingers and toes curling in an attempt to stave off the cold. Squirming would be useless, hips swaying and legs kicking in all ways would make you waste energy, precious energy that could be used to escape your imprisonment when - if - you were free from your restraints. You grumbled, staring at the metal door, eyes burning the hate and anger into the door. 
Sudden, loud steps heading towards your cell had you biting back a flinch, imposing and strong steps made to scare you, to intimidate their captives. You especially, the commander’s prize. Keys jingling, followed by the click of the lock, the door cracked open and you caught a foot breaching the entry of your room. 
“Shaking, ain’t y’a, sweetheart?”
The familiar drawl in his words, the cocky and teasing tone he used in every visit had you wishing he could shut up, but you were more annoyed that he was so pretty. His cobalt, blue eyes framed by luscious lashes and a caramel-like tan to his skin, glistening under the white light of your cell, thick brows and beautiful, light brown hair. Age had only made him prettier, his rough stubble and rugged wrinkles made him look sinfully appealing, and the scar that stretched when he smirked added to his appeal.
Phillip fucking Graves. 
You glared at him, burning into him your shameful anger. He only smiled, closing the door behind to give himself a bit of privacy with a lazy kick. He approached you brazenly, arms crossed over his chest as he admired your nakedness. His eyes wandered over your perky nipples and round breasts, down the valley to your navel and between your open thighs. His eyes narrowed, a lustful gleam when he placed a hand on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your freezing skin. 
“Why the frown? I thought we were getting somewhere,” Graves cooed, standing flush against you, hands wandering to feel you up. 
He ground into you as he chuckled, his cock poking at you from the confines of his cargo pants, the harsh cloth chafing your soft folds. His expressions tempted you, coaxing you to lash out, to scream and fight, to bite down on the finger that lingered too closely to your face and to curse him to hell. Against your better judgement, you let him touch you, his warm palm cupping your cheeks. The harsh pads of his calloused digits drew a line under your eye and down to your sneering lips, pressing softly on your lower lip. 
You shuddered from the gentleness of his acts, the almost loving touch with that soothingly calm voice cooing at your current submission. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, the sudden dryness of it had you sucking at his finger, swallowing what little saliva you had left. Your eyes fluttered, taking in the warmth Graves exhumed with a sigh. Your time alone in isolation had you craving warmth and attention, but the nagging part of your brain shook you awake, eyes cracking open and lips pulled back. Your teeth sunk into his finger before he pulled it out with a hiss, waving his hand around to ease the sting off.
“Fuckin’ Christ-” he growled, seeming shocked that you tried to bite him. He frowned at your laugh, the sweet, yet smug sound riling him up. 
He backed away, face flushed angrily, he pulled his hand back and backhanded you, throwing your head aside. You groaned, teeth digging into your lower lip, the force he used left your cheek pulsing, burning with the promise of a bruise. You whipped your head back, spitting at him with a red-tinted liquid. You missed horribly, landing your spit on his shoulder rather than his face. 
He chuckled, launching himself at you and pressing himself to you, his hands grasping at your scarred skin with hard, bruising grips. Your chest swayed, squirming against him to fight him off from undoing his pants. His cock sprung out, the angry, leaky tip slapping his clothed navel. His hardened length stood proudly, drooling from the slit, down the slight curve and the base, where hung heavy balls, engorged and thick. 
“Fucking bitch,” he cursed, forcing himself on you with the vigor and vitriol of a berserker, rutting against your moist pussy lips. “Who’s laughin’ now?”
You jerked, a scream retching out of your throat when you felt his bulbous head bob between your folds, drawing a line of pre up and clit and down your ass. You forgot every thought of taunting your captor, to tire him until he decided to untie you from your hooks and simply cuff your hands to the back of a chair, to be left alone and escape by yourself once Graves was tired of you. You squirmed and fought, feet kicking from their bent position and voice rising to an outraged cry, calling him names that would most likely shame Price. 
He cackled, hands holding your waist still, flush against his hard, throbbing cock that drooled over you. His hips pushed off you, pumping himself with a hand as he led it towards your wet cunt, the slipperiness easing his way in. He groaned, mind numb to your screams and cries, he was solely drawn into the heat that wrapped around him, the tightness and the wetness. 
He pushed in slowly, taking every second to enjoy the sensation until he bottomed out, hips against thighs and balls to your ass. Graves’ only thought were to fuck you and keep you, maybe drug you into a clumsy and submissive doll, but still having that bratty spitfire. He rolled his hips, grinding the tip of his cock against your cervix, pulling out and slamming back in, the head bruising your ring of muscle. 
His chest rumbled with a satisfied hum, ignoring your useless struggle as he fucked you, teeth nipping at your collar, placing red marks on your sweaty skin. Every thrusts had you moaning, body jerking upwards with bouncing tits, your body burned, sweaty and exhausted. Your once cold tenure became boiling hot, the heat from Graves searing its way into you with heavy strokes of his cock. Your toes curled and legs shook, the chains holding you up rippled with the same force as Graves’ strength. 
He drove himself deeply, his angry head bruising your cervix, he groaned and grunted, hung on your cunt’s tenseness, throbbing around him with a pulse, tightening and loosening, close to coming, but never really falling from the edge. He lips trailed a line down to your nipples, lips wrapping around your perky button and sucking, the sound as equally erotic and as disgusting. He sucked as if he was searching for milk, rough and toothy, before he let go with a wet pop. 
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he slurred, pulling back and slamming in with a loud, dirty squelch. “Gonna come, doll? C’mon, don’t be shy.”
You hated how sensual his voice was, how it called to you and coaxed your body to react in ways that he wanted, that he willed, even against your mind’s wishes. Your back arched, cunt pulsing and clinging onto him, the knot in your navel tightening to an unbearable urge. He grew sloppy, his fast and rough pace slacking in haste but still holding on his deep and rough strokes. He was slow but deep-hitting and rough. You mewled, pleasurable sounds pulled from your throat by Graves, moaning and gasping, seemingly asking - pleading - for more, for it to be harder and faster, rougher, but never uttering a word. 
When he tilted his hip, changing the position, he rubbed against your g-spot, his bulging veins massaging you while his head pounded your crying cervix. It was all it took for the knot in your core to pop, furling outwards as you clamped down on him, milking him for his worth. You came with an embarrassingly loud cry, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock, under the thickest part of him. He groaned, curling into you as he stuttered, bottoming out as deep as he could before he came, spurting ropes of potent cum from his tightened balls, painting you with the marks of your torture, of your mistake that led to a failed mission. It was your sin, one you’d hold onto you for the rest of your miserable life like a visible scar. 
“Fuck, doll,” Graves slid out, his flaccid cock plopping between his soaked thighs. “You all right?”
You hummed, watching him untie your ankles and kneeling to place your feet down before uncurling your wrists. He hissed at the red chafing on your skin, soothing it with kisses and promises of aftercare. He wrapped a blanket around you, holding it over your shoulder for you to grasp, kneeling before you to pick you up, one hand under your knees and the other on your back. 
“You were amazing, sweetheart. Thank you for indulging me.”
You giggled softly, dried lips finding his chiselled jaw with fluttering pecks.
“Anything for you, Phil.”
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simonsdoll · 1 year
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MW2 men sleeping next to
their s/o headcanons
Includes:Price,Ghost,Soap,Gaz,Konig and Graves
PRICE
- Price is a comfort cuddle type meaning he most often cuddles you when he thinks you need it
- He will never turn you down if you initiate wanting to cuddle. He will snug up to you and hold you in his arms and pet your hair until you’ve fallen asleep
- Loves humming you to sleep when you lay on his chest
GHOST
- He isn’t the cuddly type to begin with and will never initiate cuddling. You always have to initiate because he wants you to feel safe and will never admit it but he deep down loves it when you offer to cuddle him
- As ghost started to trust you more, he began to big spoon you every night like it was a routine and could only fall asleep if he was holding you in his arms
- Whispers the things he’s so afraid of telling you such as “I love you” or “I’m afraid to lose you”
SOAP
- This man is a cuddle bear and he will always initiate cuddles whether your busy or not. He does get whiny if you can’t cuddle but he will always find a way to cuddle you
- He loves having you by his side at all times whether it be on his lap or on his chest
- When it comes to cuddles he always makes sure you fall asleep in his embrace. He loves you so much he loves to keep you warm by his touch
GAZ
- He is always down to cuddle whenever you feel like cuddling. He doesn’t want to be an overbearing type of cuddler so he always has you initiate
- Loves having you sit between his legs while watching a movie while he hugs you from behind giving your head kisses
- He deep down has a soft spot for cuddling you whenever you don’t initiate and will always have you sit on his lap if your reading or drawing
KONIG
- He is a bit hesitant when asking for cuddles and really craves any sort of physical affection you give him and when you do it’s like a drug to him and he can never get enough
- He’s the type to hold you tightly while you sleep or always having you in his arms because your scent is very comforting to him and also your warmth
- Does develop attachment issues in the beginning of the relationship when you both started to cuddle for the first few times
GRAVES
- This man will not admit he loves it when you offer to cuddle him and when you do he cuddles you like you haven’t seen him in years
- He initiates cuddling and will always find the excuse that it’s because “you look lonely” or “you look like your in need of some cuddles”
- He loves it when you lay your head on his chest and will always whisper praising words to you while he plays with your hair
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