#philip graves x male reader

[miguel-owhora]

You didn't expect your whore nature to be the cause of WW3. In retrospect, you should've known that flirting with a internationally wanted terrorist and the Commander of a US military company would've led to dire consequences, but hey. Dick is dick, and both men were too pretty to pass up.

Plus, you couldn't help but bathe in the luxuries Makarov and Graves smothered you in. They were good men—well, good partners, if narcissistic and a little too violent. With other people, of course, never you; not even Makarov had used violence against you. ...Outside of bedroom activities, that was. And Graves looked so pretty with his loudmouth stuffed silent with your cock.

Lost in the affection and attention they gave you, you should've known you wouldn't be able to hide your respective relationships with them from one another. You expected maybe a fight, maybe a couple men dead, not for them to full on declare war on each other, winner gets you type of outcome.

[fortheb0ys]

Image pulling Graves onto your dick by his mic collar(idk what it's called). The toe of your boot grinding on the front of his military fatigues. A wet spot rapidly forming as you fuck deep, hard and fast.

The mic's hot. The Shadows hear everything. Every gag. Every whimper. Every moan. Every dirty word uttered. You know it's on just as much as Graves.

You both can hear them as well. The sounds of their sloppy, spit covered strokes mingle together in your ear pieces. A symphony of moans ranging from low to high sound like they're in the room with you.

Before you cum, you pull out of Graves' mouth and he gets the idea as you remove your phone from your pocket. With a few final strokes, you paint his face white with your seed. His tongue falls out trying to catch some of it. You take the chance to snap a photo and send to the group chat.

Messages ping as the boys express there thoughts and fantasies of their slut of a commander. Some sending pictures of the mess he'd left them in.

You told the boys they'd get what they want if the mission was a success. With a commander like that, they didn't even care if they got a bonus or not.

[rodolfoparras]

Do you know what? I just got the funniest idea in the world (mostly because I think bulling Phillip graves is funny)-

but now I’m imagining making a drunk bet with graves who stated that I couldn’t last one round. And now thanks to that stunning dare he’s basically skewered onto my cock (I’m trans, let me dream) while absolutely sobbing from the amount of times he’s cum while I’m just kind of sitting there scrolling on my phone cuz I got bored

-⚰️

Listen as a trans man myself I totally get it but hear me out

Thinking about being completely unaffected, scrolling through your phone or doing paper work while Graves feels like he’s being split open on your plastic cock, looking like an absolute mess with fat tears rolling down his cheeks sweat slicked hair sticking to his temple as he bounces on your length,

or imagine him down on his knees, under your desk, lips wrapped around your length, tears prickling his eyes and drool pooling to the floor while grinding his hips in hopes of getting any sort of release while you’re just sitting there unbothered and going on about your day like he isn’t whoring himself out in your office for anyone to see



Imagine changing sizes up every day and just when he think he’s getting used to your length you’re pulling out a bigger toy to try out on him. Graves will never want to disappoint even when it stings and hurts, he’ll spend hours getting used to the new size you brought him, preening when you complimenting him for being able to take it

Imagine having him blindfolded tied up even while pushing different dildos inside of him, having him guess which one you’re using on him and if he gets wrong he just won’t get to cum or imagine switching up between dildos and vibrators while he’s tied up and blindfolded and he doesn’t know what to expect, his reactions so much more enhanced because he never knows what’s to come his way

Imagine being sent away on a mission but making sure to take his favorite dildo with you, only leaving him with much smaller sizes which would only leave him unsatisfied and frustrated, he’d still try using them but they would feel nowhere near as good as the new size you’ve worked him up to, he’d even go as far as to FaceTime you while using one of them and the whole time he’s unable to hit his prostate, unable to feel satisfied by the small size, unable to feel full in the way only you can make him feel

Imagine using two dildos on him, cocksheads knocking together while bullying his prostate, and he’s absolutely losing his mind sobbing into the sheets clawing at the mattresses, his own cock hard and weeping between his legs

[denziezwhattfuck]

Just 141 and Los Vaqueros fighting over you again

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Gaz: Who do you think you are to hug (Y/N) Soap?

Soap: Cause I'm his future husband? Ya mad or?

Ghost: Johnny when tf will he be your husband?

Soap: He's considering It "simon"

Ghost: Like hell we'll believe that

Gaz: Yeah? Like who would even date your ass? I'm more worth It for him

Ghost and Soap: Who's lying to you?

Gaz: Dont believe me then but I know that I myself am a better lover than you two

Soap: Keep dreaming Gaz I'm the one for him

Price: Not even close Soap I'm the one for him

Ghost: Shut up old man you dont even seem close with him

Price: You dont know that Ghost we spend time privately through nights watching.the sky together

Gaz: You lying?

Price: I never lie Gaz

Soap: THATS JUST PURE BULLSHIT

Ghost and Gaz: Definitely agree on that

Price: He enjoys spending time with me than you all so sit down

The 3 of em' : Fuck you

Price chuckled

Alejandro: Who's talking about my boyfriend?

Soap: Your boyfriend? Look who's the one lying.

Alejandro: Oh pendejo trust me I've spent much more time with (Y/N) than you all

Ghost: Got no proof on that Alejandro

Alejandro: I dont need proof Ghost

Ghost: Then we arent believing you through anything you say

Price: Mhm

Alejandro: Dont believe me just know that (Y/N) loves me more than you all in this room we're in right now

4 of em' : Bullshit

Rudy: Dont believe Alejandro I haven't seen him with (Y/N) in days and he's quite a liar himself

Alejandro: Shut up Rudy you dont know shit

Rudy: I know everything Alejandro, besides I spent way more time with him than you

Price: You aren't even that interactive Rudy so we dont believe anything ya say

Rudy: Oh but I only interact with him cause I love him? You all dont know SHIT

Soap: Damn, never knew Rudy would act like this

Gaz: Lies come out of everyone's mouth in this room

5 of em' : Shut It Gaz

Gaz: Just sayin' (I know (Y/N) loves me more)

Konig: You all are quite nosy you know?

Ghost: Fuck you mean Konig

He laughs

Konig: Guess what? (Y/N) is much more interactive with me than you all

Ghost: Never knew some big guy could lie that much

Konig: Fucking shut up Ghost and I'm saying the truth asshole

Ghost: Like we'll believe ya ass

Konig: Then dont? I dont need someone to believe me, but trust me when I say this he likes to talk to me more or spend time with rather than you all nosy bitches

6 of em' : Shut your mouth

He scoffs and rolled his eyes

Graves: Fuck you all talking bout'? He's the one for me

Price: Look at yourself first before saying that Graves

Graves: I'm confident with myself thank you very much also (Y/N) loves to hear me operate

Ghost: He cant even stand your noisy ass

Graves: Atleast he's observant unlike you all

Soap: Keep lying to yer self mate

Graves: Fucking believe me Ill claim him first

Alejandro: You have no chances

Graves: You dont know that Alejandro

Alejandro: I know everything

Rudy: Stop acting like you know "everything"

Alejandro: Shut up will ya Rudy

Rudy: No.

Ghost: Fucking hell..

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TO BE CONTINUED!

(So sorry If I havent been posting Ideas aren't flowing through my kind it sucks honestly)

[issdisgrace]

Graves wearing just pink crotchless panties around base. His pussy dripping wet begging to be taken advantage of by you or his men.

[mtlfanatic]

graves w/ a little dick please🥺🥺

omg omg yes ♡♡

(contents: insecurity, gay shit, dom!gn reader but leaning towards male, nsfw ofc..)

mdni, non-males dni

Graves who has..

a big ego, with an even bigger truck and gun and team and drawl and..-

hes definitely compensating for something.

you and phil have been together for a while now, bordering on four months, yet..you've never been intimate together. not that you mind, of course, maybe he just doesn't wish to move too fast?

but no, no, that's not it.

phil has always been insecure about his size, often avoiding sex to save from the embarrassment. (he has nothing to be embarrassed of, I love him..♡)

but after a while, he's gained some confidence. and so have you.

so you make your move. (nsfw below cut..♡)

stumbling into your barrack and discarding each other's clothes left and right, you two aren't even able to get your hands off of eachother..♡

getting into that shitty little cot that the military provides you all, you're practically on top of phil as you tug down his boxers, and he looks away with a blush, he seems bashful..

he'd expect you to be disgusted, or laughing at him, something like that but he is so wrong, you are incredibly turned on.

kissing down his tummy and squeezing away at the plush of his thighs, his loud and commanding tone brought down to whimpers and pleas to just-- "fuck me already.."

but you, the tease you are, you don't give him what he wants just yet.

wrapping your lips around his sensitive cocklet, the flat of your tongue running over the weeping slit.

his whines and pleas are like music to your ears, he's like a little songbird..♡

he's gripping onto your hair for dear life, trying to grind further into your mouth

he feels like he just died and went to heaven.

his whines and moans pick up, you can tell he's close, begging for release.

he wants that release, no--

he needs it

just as that coil in his tummy tightens, ready to burst..

you stop.

you pull up off of his cock, leaving a trail of spit behind.

he whines and complains-- "the hell was that for?? keep going!"

but you don't. because you're not finished with him yet..♡

©mtlfanatic, please do not repost or copy. reblogs are always appreciated.

[leafybnuuy]

Philip Graves : Oooh~ you came back quicker than expected! Did you really miss me that much?

Y/N : Do you ever get tired of teasing me?

Philip Graves : With how adorable you look when you’re angry? Never ☺️

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Christmas gift

a/n: more delicious graves for y’all because I personally believe he’s a 5’9 brat who should be my husband instead

minors DNI

"Fuck! Darling that's too damn big, you’re splitting me open every damn chance you get" graves whined as he felt you pull down his boxers for what must been the fifteenth time today. But he was on holiday break, and you had missed him while was gone on missions.

"You’re only half way on, graves" you hum as you thrust into him with ease, your previous rounds making the slide in very easy. His aching member laying against the kitchen table where he was making cookies till you interrupted.

"Please, please darlin" the words fell out of his pretty lips like a praise more then a title, his eyes shut tight and his hips desperately trying to match your fast thrusts as you bucked into him

"Oh god! Love, slow down!" he cried as he felt the burning sensation of cumming dry from the hours you two had spent, bending him over every surface in the house until his gummy walls were carved in the shape of your length. His vision cloudy and his breath uneven as his grip slipped from the table an onto your shoulders as you bullied his prostate and over-sensitive nerves.

graves had teased you about his Christmas gift last night being himself, and god did you take it seriously. He could feel the lingering burns of your hickeys and kisses along every inch of his skin and his hole fluttering around you oh so prettily. You were addicted to even the sight of his pretty hips flush against yours.

His jaw went slack and fell open, pretty moans and whimpers and broken begs falling out loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. Not that he minded, of course. The frosting he had made for the cookies now stained on his shirt which used to be yours. Maybe he wouldn’t come home next Christmas just to be a brat. And just to know you’d do even worse then. You’d probably pull you by the scruff of his neck from his base in front of his men and drag him home like the good husband you are

[gothicflowers]

“General I’m not going to betray these men for no good reason” Graves growled at laptop as he spoke to Sheppard. “We have no reason to make a enemy out of the 141, this puts a target on my men’s back for no reason”

“I hired you, you’re going to as I say” Sheppard said plainly, his arrogance shining through.

Philip laughed and shook his head “Fuck you, my men ain’t doin’ shit” anger spewing from his voice “my men ain’t your military, I control what they do. Not you”

Sheppards eyes seemed to darken on the screen making graves question, what did he get his men into. “You see Commander… I’m not against playing dirty to win. It���s in your best interest to follow through with my demands and play dirty”

Graves sneers “My best interest? Fuck you”

“I don’t think you understand my words commander. Your men ain’t the only thing you got to lose, so you will do as I order” Sheppard lets out a low chuckle “you see, I’ve had eyes on that pretty little thing you try to keep hidden”

Graves freezes in place “What the fuck did you just say” his teeth grinding together and his fists clenching. If the General was in this room with him now he’d already be strangling him.

Sheppard scoffed “It would be a damn shame to put a few marks of that pretty face” Sheppard switched his camera off, the picture feed changing to a live video of graves sweetheart sitting on their front porch peacefully “you do what I say and you’ll still have your lover when you get home” Sheppard leans back in his chair satisfied with graves terrified expression “and if you don’t listen to my orders Commander, I’ll give them the courtesy of it being quick and painless”

[astr0exe]

Hollup, wait I js had an idea

Bull hybrid!tm reader with Farmer!Graves, it makes total sense! Because Graves is from the south and he definetly owns his own little farm. Reader is spoiled asf, during breeding season he knocks Graves over almost all the time and Graves is just wondering why his boy is acting like this. Until he feels reader grinding against his jeans and then he's like 'oh shit, thats why' :3

OKAY SO THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASKS FOR SO SO LONG IM SO SORRY ML 🫶🏻🩶 !! THIS IDEA IS SO YUMMY THOUGH:(( but yeah m rlly sorry lovie hope you like this <33 n M SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD😭 also sorry i changed this to male reader by accident 😕🫶🏻🫶🏻

// CW : MALE!Reader , bull!reader , breeding , rough housing (??) , no aftercare ig

Farmer!Graves with Bull!reader who is large, like huge and built like a brick wall. Your horns that are sharp and thick, everyone knows you if they visit Graves farm. But that’s because he spoils you, you’re just too cute:( , He can’t help but just adore you some times, especially because you are used as a stud on the farm.

Breeding season rolls around, your cock is painfully hard between your legs. Its bulbous head red and dripping pre-cum excessively. Your huffs of air are loud, as Graves comes into your pen. You basically barrel into him, knocking him into the wall of the barn as you groan lowly in his ear. Your grip harsh on his hips with your face hidden into his neck. Your cock rubbing against the fabric of your shorts and his pants, the feeling is euphoric and overwhelming as you whine and huff, needing relief.

Graves is completely taken aback, his eyes wide and confused before slowly realising what time of year it is. Breeding season. He can feel your cock rubbing against his belt. Straining against the thin material of your pants, needing to stuff his arse full. Graves hands move down, pulling down the material keeping your dick confined before ultimately letting it spring out, hitting your abdomen. His hands are on you in an instant, trying to relieve the pain for you. Your precum coating your large cock.

Your groans are loud as you move rapidly, pinning Philip to the ground with your body as you rut your hips aggressively against Graves arse. Your hot puffs are air against his neck makes him shiver and whine almost silently. His hand grips your cock and helps guide your rutting into his hole. Your cock hammers straight into his needy hole. The sudden tightness makes your hips stutter. A whimper leaves your lips as your horns nudge Graves cheek. Your thrusts are fast and rough, giving away your need as you whine and huff loudly, growling. Your large hoofs (idk terms?) gripping Philips hips harshly.

His moans are loud and bounce off of the walls of the barn, the roughness of your cock dragging along his walls makes his cock twitch, his embarrassment from being about to cum overshadowed by the immense pleasure you are giving to him. His shout as he cums is high pitched, the pleasure blinding him as his cock spurts with ropes and ropes of cum.. His hole tightens on your cock making you howl in pure pleasure, your own orgasm being brought on because of Graves’.

[princeguri66]

Nom

- 🦈

(Been craving Poly Shadow company x Graves x Male reader (maybe his right handman). Id like to imagine theyre a giant poly group.

Like for example, that guys your boyfriends girlfirends partners boyfriend, so why dont you both make out and snuggle.

If you're up to it, that is.)

I'm so sorry for giving your request late, Sharko! I hope this is ok, please if you'd like more just send another ask and I'll try my best to do it ><

Graves, the man who has the whole shadow company wrapped around his finger, it's no secret that the group has some type of bond. Everyone can see that they're closer than your average military unit.

The whole team is riddled with fraternizing in the workplace, including you and especially Graves, since he's apparently everyone's favorite.

You'd think people outside of your crew would catch on but the frequent touches from soldier to soldier were easily passed off as "friendly" or even "brotherly" those were specifically the answers for outsiders. But when a new recruit joins and they've been in the company for a good few months most things get revealed.

They'd be walking to the rec room or common area and you'd be there sitting on the couch, one soldier on your lap and the other snuggling to your side. When they ask what's going on you simply answer "this one here is my boyfriend and this is his girlfriend" which would shock the new recruit for sure, but they'll have to get used to it.

And it isn't a common thing to enter Graves's office and see a soldier on his lap, either just sitting there comfortably or kissing each other. It doesn't really matter since said soldier is allowed to listen on whatever you had to discuss with him.

The soldiers LOVE sitting on Graves's lap in his office, makes them feel special and all that, they probably even have scheduled time for who and when to sit on his lap.

One thing about Graves is that his favorite seat out of all Shadow Company is your lap, loves how strong your thighs feel and how secure he feels when you circle your arms around him.

Whenever you two get caught being lovey dovey with each other by another soldier, said soldier would want in immediately, adding another pair of lips to pay attention to while making out. And suddenly another pair of lips show up, but none of you mind, that's how you all have always worked and it always worked perfectly.

[marksbear]

Could I ask for 141 with a southern male reader? I’d like to know what the boys would think of a heavy southern drawl (cowboys are all the rage now a days lol)

Wish I could write more, but I don't have much time rn. But I wrote as much as I could and on my blog theres more fics about y'know cowboy/southern reader

141 BOYS X SOUTHERN MALE READER

Price is probably the least bothered by your accent. But he is interested by it. It's not everyday that he hears a southern accent like yours.

He secretly likes the silly nicknames you give him.

Anytime the team has a free day or something you'll take him to see you ride at a rodeo.

He probably knows how to ride a horse so you and him would spend time together riding around valleys and mountains and hike and camp. Like some brokeback mountain type shit.

As you two grow closer one day you'll just plop down your cowboy hat on his head and just walk away like nothing happened. Like your hat would just be a symbol of y'alls friendship when you give it to him.

He's not a messy person, but when it comes to arguing and he hears your accent thickens as you argue with the person, he'll watch from afar only stepping in when it becomes heated.

You teaching him how to use a lasso and how to make a lasso.

He likes to playfully correct your grammar when you say things. "Ain't isn't a word L/n."

He likes to help out on your ranch/farm from time to time.

Likes to call you outlaw.

"It's hotter than a witches cooch ain't it soap?" *Soap stares at you like your were some fucking weirdo.* Your guys first ever conversation.

From that day forward y'all became the most annoying duo inside the whole military.

Steals your cowboy hat and boots all the time.

"Yer got a ol' lady at home or what?" Soap asks in a teasing tone.

Him laughing his ass off if you ever get thrown off a bull/horse.

If you have a ranch and you invite him over he would not help at all with chasing/ hurdling cattle. But he does help you groom the horses and milk the cows.

Him not trying to giggle while you scold him, because your accent is thicker and louder every time you do it.

Likes to poke fun at your accent even though he cannot be talking like at all.

Watching you in awe as you lasso an enemy and tie them up as if they were just some light sheep.

If you like to chew on wheat straw he'll side eye you a couple times as you just mind your business.

At your ranch he'll make a little competition to see who can lift more hay barrels.

Likes to watch you argue because you have a small temper and can be angered easily. So he just likes to see a good southern brawl from you.

He was finally at peace once that he heard a familiar accent from where he was from.

The boy was thrilled to hear an american accent let alone a southern one. He was over the moon.

He probably grew up with people with a southern accent so once he heard yours he knew he had to get you on his side.

He knows how southern people get with their temper and feelings so he tries his hardest for you to not hate him like the others do.

Slowly you two begin to bond.

And once you two become friends y'all begin to hang out. He knows alot about farm animals and etc so he would help out at your farm/ranch. He loves taking care of the crops and all that.

The others on the team call you crazy for trusting him, but with your small temper you shouted at them with your accent coming in full force.

You calling him "City boy." while he calls you "Cowboy."

Him picking up your accent and words.

Since your accent begins to rub off on him he'll start calling you"darling." or "sugar."

Slowly tries to make you betray the team with him. He wouldn't force you, but he'll just go on and on as to why you should side with him.

THE END

[sexydoffyman]

i dunno if you write for philip graves but is it alright if you wrote him for jealous or possessive sex with a gn reader?

day 26 - JELAOUS SEX

Phillip Graves

navigation

genre: smut

mdni

(Reader pretends to be a lady for a mission but still g/n)

You always loved messing with him. Him having such a high position really helped you with getting on his nerves. All it took was a single smile at a shadow and boom he's riled up. Of course, he knew basic social manners and understood that sometimes you just have to be overly nice.

Your job was what angered him more than anything. You were always sitting on the lap of some sixty-year-old fuck to distract him or get some intel. Some ass put you up to that job because he was angry at Graves. He tried to talk with his superiors, but they all declined your change of positions.

How could they deny such an offer? You were like a magnet to dudes who haven't been able to fuck for a while. Your feminine features helped with your job since it was easy to disguise as a lady of their dreams.

You had gotten into an argument with Graves and just wanted to get back at him. He scared the shit out of you during the last mission. You almost stabbed him in the neck when he sneaked up on you. You lectured him about how what he did was dangerous as fuck. He didn't take you seriously at all. He just brushed you off and went to do whatever he was doing before you chewed him out.

He took something that you found really important so lightly, so why not do the exact same thing. Graves found some businessman that had some intel and that's where you came in. When you got into the nightclub that you were informed about, you immediately spotted your target.

Your mission was simple. Get in, get the man drunk, get the intel, leave. What you decided to do was to play with him before you actually got him drunk. You sat down next to him and smiled all flirty-like. He looked at you, waiting for you to talk. "You look pretty evil." He laughed at your words. You definitely got his attention.

You chatted with him for a while, with Graves listening in with a wire. He was not only listening, but he was also watching you like a hawk. The man slipped his hand on your butt. You giggled and asked him, "I have a boyfriend, you know." You put your hand on his chest.

"What a naughty lady you are~" He smirked at you as he pulled you into his lap. Graves immediately realized why were you doing this, but he only shrugged it off, being a little agitated. He reminded you about the mission with the earpiece that was hidden in your earring. What you did instead was flirt with the businessman.

He snuck his hand under your skirt. You eventually got him drunk and got the intel. But you still sneaked in some kisses... and a little bit of making out.

You ended up walking out of the club and meeting with a shadow. You passed the gathered information onto him. He did too, give you some information. "Commander is furious." "That's what I hoped for." You responded. He showed you the way to a car and drove both of you to the base.

You already saw him at the gate waiting for you. You got out of the car, smiling at him. "Come here." He sounded aggravated, for sure. It made you feel happy. You were in his room together as he was showing you his anger. "Common, it's nothing." You said the same words he said to you.

He knew damn well you wanted to make him mad. But you've crossed the line a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean a whole fucking lot. You only giggled, sealing your fate.

He was done with you. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you onto the bed. He was soon above you. Lust filled his eyes as he kissed you while pushing you down into the mattress. He pushed your hips up your crotches, meeting you could already feel his hard-on.

His kisses got sloppy, going all over your body. He had the image of you and that man in his head. He wanted to blast his head off. You tried to get a little flirty with him by caressing his back with your hands. Unfortunately, he pushed them away and pined them above your head.

"You adorable piece of shit." He was furious, and he knew you liked that. He hurriedly took off your pants, revealing your bare body to him. He was always passionate, but this time it was different. He wanted to be rough with you.

He spread your legs and put them on his shoulders. He didn't hesitate to enter you the moment he saw you had your guard down. He was usually nice and gentle. So him being rough right off the bat was a surprise.

He laughed angrily, groaning into your neck. He wanted to do something to you, but you were just too nice to hurt. You did make him jealous on purpose, but he still loved you with all his heart. He decided that being a little rougher with you won't hurt.

You whined into his ear. Oh, how he loved that. He loved how much his actions impacted you. Even those little moans made him feel so good. You were completely out of control of the situation. He could do anything to you as he pleased. The thrill of the situation made you want him to do so.

He had you exactly where he wanted as he thrusted into you. His powerful hips slamming into the ones of yours. You became a mess under him. Just how he liked it.

He was gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight.

[prettyboyformasks]

ok. hear me out. ftm graves? bouncing on my dick? i think so???

makin' his hips slam down onto yours, your thumb pressing against his clit and rubbing circles into it as he tries desperately to muffle his mewls and whimpers.

doesn't want the shadows to hear him so he's tryin' his best to not make noise. straining to stay quiet while your cock thrusts as hard as it can against his gummy walls. lettin' out grunts of pleasure while he begs for you to slow down so you don't get caught. "'s too much, please—gonna hear us, slow down—!" he's cut off by your swollen, leaking tip slams against his cervix, bruising it more n more with each thrust.

you grin at the way his hands fist at your shirt. "yeah, knew you'd like that. you're a filthy whore, aren't you?" you growl against his ear, biting at the lobe. "bet you don't want 'em to hear 'cause you know they'll feel inferior to me once they hear how good i can make you cum," you laugh, your hand smacking against his clit which earns a whine, "yeah? make 'em all jealous that i fuck your greedy cunt better than anyone else. you'll be back f'more. know you will."

you can't help but pin him to the table you had been laying down on previously once you feel his pussy clench around your shaft. he lets out a surprised gasp but doesn't object or try to move. he wants you to take control.

his lips part and he begins to whine as your cock slowly slides out of his warmth. "hnnngh.. please.." he murmurs, desperately rocking his hips against nothing. your brow raises as you watch him, an intrigued grin on your face. as you push your hips forward, your hands grab at his thighs.

holding onto graves tightly, you slam your cock back inside of him. he doesn't bother to try and shut himself up anymore. his moans along with your sweaty skin slapping together bounce off the walls, echoing loudly in the near-empty room.

"pleasepleaseplease—" you hear him mutter, his eyes teary with pleasure.

leaning back, you take a moment to admire the scene that plays right in front of you. a man who is usually in charge, so demanding and dominant, laying back with his legs spread while he takes every inch of your cock. you were in charge now, and he knew it.

after snapping back into the moment, you lean down to bare your teeth and sink them into the tender flesh of graves' neck. the pace of your hips quickens and your full balls slap against his ass as you groan, letting your nails dig into his thighs.

"y'want me to fill you up, huh? g'na let me finally fill your pretty little cunt, commander?" you whisper in his ear, grunting as you speak in an almost taunting voice. his only response is rapid nodding as he trembles between you and the desk. "uh huh," he murmurs finally, his hips rocking into yours.

with one final thrust, you empty your load inside of graves. your cock twitches as you cum ans you lean down to kiss his lips softly.

not forgetting to make sure he cums too, you move your hips slowly to allow your softening cock to gently fuck into him. graves moans against your lips, his hand rubbing his clit while you continue to fuck him.

as the two of you make out, he cums around your cock. his hands pull at your shirt, all he wants is to be as close to you as he can while his body trembles and a warm, clear liquid wets the wooden desk that he's laying on, as well as your cock.

you cup his face with one hand, tilting it toward yours. you plant a gentle kiss to his soft lips, your other hand brushing hair from his face. "did so good for me. so pretty."

[laurens0]

Incorrect quotes pt.3

Mw2 x male reader

Genre: crack

Characters: gaz, graves, Alejandro, soap, gaz, price, ghost, Rodolfo

Warnings: none

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Gaz: omg y/n look it’s a mistletoe. You know what that means.

Y/n: that’s actually a wisteria

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Y/n wakes up at 3am*: omg he was flirting with me

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Y/n catching soap and ghost kissing*: what.. in the fuck knuckles is this

Ghost: he’s my boyfriend you intolerant shit

Y/n: wow! Pump the hate break fox and friends, I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially pinky pie from my little pony

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Gaz: y/n, what are you drinking?

Y/n: vodka

Gaz: straight?

Y/n: no, gay. Why?

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Soap: did none of you hear what I just said?

Y/n: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours

Gaz: I got distracted halfway through

Ghost: ignoring you was a conscious decision

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Y/n: why is everyone obsessed with top or bottom? Idd just be exited to have a bunk bed.

Gaz:…

Gaz: I’m gonna tell him

Price: don’t you dare

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Y/n: is something burning?

Gaz: only my love for you

Y/n notices smoke* : GAZ THE TOASTER IS ON FIRE

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Soap: I’m crushing on someone but I’m worried about telling you cus ur not gonna like it

Y/n: just rip it off like a bandaid

Soap: it’s ghost

Y/n:…

Y/n: put the bandaid back on

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Y/n: it’s nice to finally be wanted

Alejandro: NOT by graves and the shadows

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Price: so, tell us a little more about urself

Y/n: Idd rather not. I really like this group

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Y/n: ghost do you wanna talk about ur feelings?

Ghost: no.

Soap: I want to talk about my feelings

Y/n: I know soap

Soap: I’m sad

Y/n: I know soap

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Y/n to graves*: have a safe flight

Graves: I have no say in that

Y/n: ok die then

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Rodolfo: y/n, why are you laying on the floor?

Y/n: I have depression

Rodolfo: ah

Y/n: I’ve also been stabbed three times

Alejandro: y/n what the fu-

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Graves: I’ve finally Recovered the stolen ballistic missiles and destroyed the evidence of the convoy ambush. Nothing will stop me from killing 141 now

Y/n: true but that’s nothing compared to updog

Graves: huh

Price: no.. don’t do it

Gaz: yhe y/n is right, those missiles are powerful but updog is way better

Alejandro: oh my

Graves: what is going on

Y/n: I’m telling you if you really want to defeat us you really need updog

Graves:… what’s updog?

Y/n and gaz trying to hold their laugh and high-fiving*

141 + los vaqueros visibly disappointed*

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Price coughing and dying on a field*: gaz..

Gaz: yes price? What is it? Ill do anything

Price: when I die.. let y/n lower me in the ground so he can let me down one last time..

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Rodolfo: my parents raised me not to order something expensive when someone else is paying

Y/n: my parents didn’t raise me at all..

Price: Y/N

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Price: can we all be rational here? I mean come on I expect more from each of you!

Y/n:

Gaz:

Soap:

Y/n: you’ve know us for years and you haven’t lowered ur expectations yet? That’s on YOU

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Soap: a fly flew in my ear! It’s going to eat my brain!

Y/n: it’s going to starve..

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A longer one this time :)

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Reblogs are greatly appreciated:)

[saintship]

Can i have a prompt #17 with Graves and a tm reader with a lik spice on the side?

Prompt #17 - “Don’t doubt yourself.”

My fics have been a little LAZY recently so this is my attempt at regaining my former glory, I haven’t written for Graves in a hot minute so I had to resurface some feelings lol

Also, I’ve never written mlm before, so if there’s anything that’s particularly off-putting, irritating, inconsiderate, etc, please drop a comment, also I didn’t really mention the fact they’re trans except for one part if you squint, I didn’t know if it was necessary to outright mention it, ALSO the spice is very mild I hope that’s okay :,)

Thank you!

Phillip Graves x tm!Reader - Snowed in

Warnings: description of injury, Gaz possibly being Graves’ gay awakening, internalized homophobia, suggestions of Graves’ racist actions, mild spice, some angst

To be a part of Price’s task force—to be an operator—was to be a team player. No matter what, no matter how genius your idea may be, no matter how good you are at whatever risky bullshit you’re into, you are never on your own until someone says so. This was articulated to Phillip Graves. But there was a reason he ran his own company instead working for one. There was something bold inside him; something demanding and mean. He used it to build Shadow Company, but that didn’t change the fact that his nature was what stranded him by himself in the first place.

You knew from the day you met him that he had walls up that may never come down for the rest of his life. Those traces of insecurity and fear that shot from him in the form of sharp words and trickling bigotry. He was good at ordering. Good at explosives.

Bad at people.

It was warm in the safehouse that the 141, Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, and one of his Shadows were laying low after your ammunition ran thin, and Gaz was grazed badly through the gaps of his vest. You sat at his side while the others gathered themselves, inspecting the wound. Gaz stripped to his bare torso, revealing a sizable chunk missing from just above his hip. The flesh was torn irregularly, and you struggled to find a solution that would avoid infection.

You heard Graves murmur to one of the Shadows,

“Go on.”

He spoke to his men like they were still in training, his tone a smooth blend of authoritative and encouraging. Sometimes you wondered if it was a bad thing that they’d follow his word without a second thought.

The Shadow gently replaced your spot beside him and began working on the wound, his medic badge partially torn from the rock face they had scaled to reach the cabin.

“You look surprised.” Graves’ low voice caught your attention. Your eyes met before he returned his gaze to the Shadow medic, his arms crossed.

“Maybe a little.” You muttered.

“I’m not that cruel, Sergeant.” The smile that he flashed was a dangerous one. His teeth a crystal white, his incisors pointed like a malinois’.

“So you are cruel—a little.” You reply.

“This is war, Sergeant.” He answered evenly, but he could never hide that underlying bite of defensiveness. ‘I’m right, you’re wrong.’

You tilted your head in resignation.

“This is war.”

Graves’ ego was effortless to satiate. He walked away without another smart comment.

“Getting friendly, hermano?”

Alejandro fidgeted with a combat knife where he sat on the tattered couch, his free arm laying on the backrest.

“Not everyone will hate the men that you do.” Rudy chided from beside him.

Your quiet laugh made Alejandro bristle.

“Oye, cuándo dije eso?”

“You’re practically fantasizing with that thing.” Rudy pointed out Alejandro’s knife.

“I..don’t trust him.”

“We know.” You commented. “But he helped Farah, why not Las Almas?”

“Urzikstan does not have a history with America the way Mexico does..” Rudy pointed out. “Graves was born in Texas, he was probably taught all kinds of shit that made him like that.”

It was true; Graves’ file revealed he had never left his hometown until he joined the military. He grew up in the kind of place where the horses and cows outnumbered the people.

“Maybe he’s just the kind of guy that can’t come home from work.”

Your words surprised you.

“What do you get defending him?” Alejandro retorted. “He’s not a good guy.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I think I do.”

As Alejandro stood from his previous position, you heard your name, turning to see Graves leaning in the doorway with one arm on the wooden frame and the other hand having a thumb hooked in his vest. He always stood like that; his hands just had to be grasping something. It made your mouth feel dry.

“One of you, come help me get our truck out of the ditch.” He called.

You heard Alejandro’s scoff and muttering as you crossed the room.

“Thanks.” Graves muttered as he turned to lead you through the snow to the ditch.

“How’d it get in the ditch, exactly?” You spoke, your breath a mist of air in front of your lips.

“Whatever dipshit that was in the driver’s seat left it in neutral.”

“That—might have been me.”

Graves glanced at you, his steps faltering.

“I’m fucking with you.” You murmur.

He just shook his head, that glowing smile flashing again.

You both came upon the trucks, the back two tires settled in the ditch while the front two stayed on the flat ground.

“Who’s pushing?”

“Where I’m from, it’s whoever asks that.” You didn’t miss his grin as he opened the driver’s side door.

“I’m sure you’re not making that up.”

“I’m not..” He laughed a bit through his words, and it made you dizzy. “It’s true..”

“You got a lot of experience doing dumb shit with trucks?”

“You could say that..” Graves’ smile hadn’t dropped. You wanted to keep going, to savor his expression, but your boots carried you behind the truck, and you waited for the wheels to turn before pushing up.

“Don’t let up!”

You heard his shout over the roar of the engine, and tried to steady yourself. But the ice was slick with mud, the soles of your boots providing little traction as you clung to the back bumper.

“Is it moving?” You call to him.

“It’s-"

His words were cut short by a sickening sputter of the engine.

“Get out! Get out of there, the battery’s dead!” His shout was more desperate than you’d ever heard him.

“I can’t-" You muttered helplessly before the weight of the heavy truck pressed you to the frozen mud, the angle of the underside up against the ditch pinning you to the cold earth. The parts that stuck out had raked down your back, cutting into the vulnerable flesh.

You heard him yell your name, your first name. You heard him curse as he dropped down beside where you were trapped.

“Please tell me you’re alive.. come on, talk to me..”

“My legs.. I can’t move my..” You rasped. From the knee down, the crushing metal pinned your legs enough to render you immobile.

“Breathe. You’re gonna be fine, come here.. come on..”

His gloved hand fit into your own securely, and you had to shake off the rush in your head.

When he tried to ease you out, you couldn’t stop the groan of pain that escaped you, devolving into quick, panicked breaths. “I can’t..”

“Easy.. easy.” He had enough room to hold your upper arm steady. “It’s gonna hurt, alright? But you gotta get out from under there..”

You nod, your breath short. “Yeah.. okay..”

“I’ve got you. You hear me?”

“I hear..”

“Alright.”

This time, one his arms worked around your middle, and the warmth blooming in your ribs nearly offset the white-hot tendrils shooting up your legs and back.

Graves pulled slowly, your legs slowly inching free as you gasped and groaned in pain.

“Breathe..” Graves murmured like he was speaking to a small animal, his breath warm on your temple. “Come on.. come on, now..”

Finally, he yanked you free, the both of you partially collapsing in the filthy ditch. You try to stand, but were quickly guided to sit down.

“Hey, don’t be a hero, sit still..” Graves knelt, inspecting your back with a low whistle.

“You didn’t break anything..” You murmured. You couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Told you.. I got you..”

You sit side by side, exhausted from the day, the adrenaline, the pain.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

Graves brought up a knee to rest his elbow on, his other hand waving you off.

“Not an issue, baby.”

When the words left his mouth, any softness in his face hardened into something else. Like he’d made himself angry.

“I-" He looked away.

“What’d you call me?” Your voice was a soft murmur.

“Nothing. I didn’t call you anything, come on..” He straightened to stand.

His expression matched yours now; flushed and confused.

“Graves.”

“I said come on!” He barked, but couldn’t get to his feet before you pulled him to sit back down.

“Sergeant..” His tone was warning. His hand covered yours where you held onto his vest. “That didn’t happen.”

“It did.”

“No.” His words were firm, but his eyes were desperate.

You slid a hand up to his shoulder. “It’s okay..”

“No! I cant-"

“But you want to.” Your eyes bore into his with an unwavering steadiness while your voice quieted to a whisper. “You want to..”

His face conveyed so many emotions, conflicting and fighting one another. He looked at your lips, and exhaled shakily.

“God dammit..”

“I know it’s hard to let go of what other people see you as. It’s okay.”

“You mean cause’ you..”

You nod.

“I—don’t know how.” He managed.

“Don’t doubt yourself like that.”

You were closer now. Close enough for the puffs of your breath to mingle with his.

“No one knows. No one..” He shakes his head, still partially in the headspace that wouldn’t let him feel anything other than bitterness.

“It’s up to you who does.” You murmur.

“Graves?”

Soap’s voice called from a few meters away, sending Graves scrambling to his feet.

“The truck pinned them, they’re hurt. Help me out.” In his fashion, he wasted no time showing his embarrassment, reverting to his wavering authority.

Soap only shook his head, but dropped down beside you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, he got me out..” You muttered as Soap hauled you to your feet, not missing the way Graves looked away at the mention of his rescuing you.

The rest of the night was tense—your back was ripped up, your legs were sore and tender, but it was ensured that nothing was broken. For the three days left before an exfil helicopter arrived, you spent most of your time with your legs propped on the couch. It felt wrong to take up one of the only spaces to rest, to not be able to follow Graves when he walked outside to scan the surrounding hills. You felt chained in place, your only glimpses of him being his fleeting glances in your direction before he walked away again.

You almost forgot he wasn’t coming back to the base with you. He’d be going back to his own site, onto the next mission, onto the next project. It was supposed to be a short interaction between the 141 and him, but you just had to volunteer to help him move that truck. You just had to press him about it.

The sound of helicopter blades woke you up on the fourth morning, and most everyone else was moving equipment outside. You heard muffled voices.

“Graves, go help him into the heli.” Price’s gruff order sounded from outside.

“You don’t need help movin’ all that?” Graves’ tone was wavering; grasping at any excuse to keep avoiding you. You were starting to get irritated.

“You got a problem with my Sergeant?” Price retorted.

A sigh. “No, sir.”

“Right, then.”

His snow-covered boots tracked in the mud from outside, and you glanced at them before you looked at his face.

“Hey.” He didn’t meet your eyes, offering a hand to help you upright. You didn’t move.

“You’re avoiding me.” You mutter. The frustration crept up your throat.

He sighed, his hand dropping back to his side.

“We don’t have time for this.. we might never see each other again, can you focus on that?” His eyes caught your frustration and reflected it right back in your face.

“You can’t brush this off, Graves.”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do.” He snapped, walking to the door. “You act like you know me because I fucked up back there, but you don’t. This conversation-"

You hauled yourself to your feet, the pain making you wince. You straightened anyway, walking over until you were in his face again.

“What if you didn’t fuck up? You ever think about that?” You muttered.

His chest rose and fell with angry breath.

“Why’re you doin’ this to me?”

His soft tone caught you off guard, and your shoulders that had been tensed relaxed downward again.

“Because you don’t deserve to live like this. No one does.”

Your hand had found its way to his upper arm unintentionally, but he hadn’t pulled away. You weren’t wearing your gloves, the warmth of your palm radiating through his sleeve and thawing the sparse snowflakes that had caught on the fabric.

“How can you be so sure?” His brow was still furrowed with stress, his body somehow lax and tensed all at once.

“I can’t.” you admit. “But I won’t let you walk away without hearing that there is nothing wrong with you. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Who you love is not up to the rest of the world, and that’s one of the few things you still have to yourself. So keep it close.”

His eyes searched your face, your eyes, and finally your lips. His breath quickened.

Your hand drew upward to hold his jaw in your palm. He smelled like warm linen and smoke. One of his hands crept up your back while the other settled on your cheek, all in an impossibly fast motion before he pressed a kiss to your parted lips.

You felt the anxiety and shame melt from him for a moment, your lips working in tandem. Once he had a taste for you, he couldn’t stop. He deepened the kiss with a groan, your own hands hooking into his vest and pressing your bodies together. His hand was just working under your shirt and up your stomach before the door handle turned. With his hand still under your clothes, he shut the door firmly, keeping whoever it was outside. You heard a vague, confused voice, but most of your brain was clouded by his hand moving over your front, up your waist and ribs that were still wrapped in gauze.

You reluctantly pulled your lips from his, breathing heavily.

“Graves..”

“Oi! What the fuck is goin’ on, I’m breaking the door down in three!”

Ghost’s voice caused you to gently move Graves’ hand from under your shirt, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling the door open and putting on your best limp. Ghost’s eyes told you he didn’t buy it for a second, but he stayed quiet as Graves trailed after you with flushed cheeks.

You were the last to board the helicopter, turned around by your shoulder before stepping up to see Graves. He seemed almost shaken; but placed his hands around one of yours before setting off back to the safe house. Looking in your hand, you saw the scrawled digits of a phone number on a scrap of a report sheet. You held it the entire flight back.