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imaroyalburneraccount · 2 days

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flashback (1/?)

a/n: not any of my old drafts or ideas, but hey! A post is a post.

warnings: breath play, rough sex, kinda public? In a unlocked but empty meeting room- Minors DNI

Normal day, normal meetings, normal plans and a normal god damn week, that was your plans. You had had enough extra weight to carry for once, so dragging yourself to your last meeting felt like the last step on the stairs to heaven. That was until you opened the door.

Fuck. you hadn’t seen graves in an long time, but those sharp blue eyes were burned in your brain too much to forget- you two grew up together, thick as thieves and close as can be. Teetering on the edge of being more until he got bored and left- it’s not like the town you two grew up in would have been very pleased to find the only two kids of “promise” hooking up anyhow. But that little sharp stab of being left stills felt like a thorn at your side.

It was quite clear he recognized you too. How he got a bit shakier, a bit softer, a bit… guilty looking. More guilty then he looked on that film of him lying at the court, at least. The meeting droned on like ringing in your ears- not hearing a single word and just letting your mind reel. You wanted him, you wanted him to pay too- but two birds can always be hit with one stone cant they?

The meeting filed out eventually, people leaving with their desktops and slides until it was just him and you, the urge to shove him overwhelming until… snap. Pushing him up against the wall and kissing him hard; teeth, bites, blood and a want that had sat so long it had gone sour. Not that graves was complaining when he felt you cage around him, or how suddenly tight everything felt on him. The only thing grounding him was your hand snaking around his throat and the burning feeling of needing to catch his breath.

He couldn’t hear the growl of your voice in his ear over his own heart, but he could tell you were cursing him out- he deserved it, he lamented about it, so he might as well get punished like this. He only put his attention on you. Your smell, your cologne, your feeling. How rough the wall against his back was, how the hand wrapped around his throat was making him uncomfortable in the only way he ever wanted.

All he could do is sit and bask in the warmth as he felt you tug down his belt and pants, as well as his boxers, letting it pool at his legs when you spit on the two fingers of your free hands to at least give him a bit of prep, sure you had hated him and let that hate boil and rot for years- but it turns out he was still the boy you loved when it really got down to that nitty-gritty.

He whined and whimpered softly as your fingers grazed over his walls, his hole fluttering around the feeling. His brain was starting to fell all fuzzy eyed and with fast shallow breaths to follow with the feeling of your grip on him loosen a bit to line your member up with him after making sure he could at least take you safely and tugging down your overused suit pants.

His pretty hole felt like a damn vice around you, his body shaking a bit with every rough and out of rhythm thrust you gave him. It didn’t matter to him. He just wanted you. And he wanted you bad.

He tried to jerk himself off to the pace of your thrusts, having to guess and constantly jolting when he felt you slam or buck into him or bite his shoulder, felt like he could feel it in his throat. He eventually came with a loud whine before panting to catch his breath, his hair starting to stick to his forehead as you painted his insides white and left him to clean himself up without another glance.

That’s exactly what you needed today- suddenly the world felt an awful lot better. But to graves he felt a little nagging jealousy that he couldn’t get you permanently, not for real, not for love- not now at least. This was a start, he supposed. He wanted to see you smile again- god he missed that smile more then he missed anything in the world.

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 2 months

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pretty ol’ thing

a/n: today one of my friends decided to judge what I was eating and now I feel bad 😀👍, anyhow enjoy some slutty graves

minors DNI

“fuck..” graves hummed to himself as he tugged on his lacy lingerie he was wearing, trying to get it to look just right in the mirror. You had been gone with work for the entire day and he was antsy- and horny. All his toys just didn’t fill him up as nicely as you did! He wanted you, and he wanted you home now.

so? He set up his phone, and put on your favorite lingerie- the outline of his weeping cock and his cockring showing through the thin fabric, the hickeys you placed on him last night peaking out, and his eyes staring right into the camera for the perfect photo to send to you

he knew you’d be angry when you came home- riled up and hard from just his photos. God he loved that idea even if it meant he might get a bit of a punishment, that’s what he wanted after all! Today he just simply didn’t want to think and getting used like a toy sounded like a perfect way to make his brain fuzzy.

he sat on his bed and waited for the sound of the key unlocking the front door; a pleasant hum rolling off his tongue when he heard you storm through the house. He knew how it would all happen. He must have done this a hundred times.

he gasped softly when you pinned him to the bed harshly, a bratty smile sliding across his lips until you had tugged aside the panty part of his perfect lingerie. He could feel your hot breath against his skin and the harsh burn of you sliding in with only the prep of him trying to tease himself earlier in the day

his hands ached at how you had pinned them behind his back, his lip almost bloody just from how hard he was biting down- your thrusts made him feel like he was choking on your length in his throat- his eyes hurt from rolling back and yet he just wanted more and more and more. He begged and begged for more until he couldn’t even think of a word, the start of his release creeping up on him and making him whine. He could feel you abusing his prostate, it made him gasp and groan.

a wet spot of pre had formed in his lingerie, and his blonde hair all messy by the time you pulled his cockring off, making him cum all over the sheets with a pitiful whine at the mere stimulation. His mind was starting to get foggy and dizzy, words tumbling out with spaces in between and his southern accent punctuated by moans, whimpers, and mewls. He could barely think straight until you painted his gummy walls white, his body shivering in bliss when you finally pulled out and let him catch his breath.

he was such a brat.

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n0cturna1-m3 · 1 year

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Bunny | Bottom Phillip Graves x Top Male Reader | Smut

Warnings; Fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, anal sex, no after are, this is probably bad, i did not reread this.

Request; "bottom graves"

A/N; @j-hauke you're lucky i like you bc i hate this mf. NEVER EVER REQUEST A GRAVES FIC BC I WILL NOT WRITE FOR HIM. this is a ONCE in a lifetime opportunity. enjoy. idc that its short and not good i want it AWAY from my google docs.

1.2k words. enjoy.

Graves clasped his hand over his mouth tightly and gripped the edge of the table, his back pressed against Y/N’s chest. Muffled moans were let out into his hand, his pants pooled around his ankles and his shirt was pushed up slightly to put his ass on display, pale and smooth. He had a scar above his hip, and Y/N’s hand was resting on it while he kissed the back of Graves neck.

“God, fuck,” he moaned, cock drooling precum on the floor. He let go of his mouth to grab the edge of the table with both of his hands, his head hanging forward as he panted. Y/N kissed the side of his neck and brought his hand up to shove two of his fingers into Graves mouth, the blonde choking on them from his bad gag reflex. Y/N pressed the pads of his fingers onto his tongue, slowly pushing them further into his mouth until he started sucking on them.

Drool spilt past his lips and dripped down his chin as well as Y/N’s palm. Tears welled in his eyes at the heat pooling in his stomach from Y/N’s fingers working him open so nicely, consistently pushing against his prostate and massaging the sensitive gland.

“You gonna cum?” Y/N asks, adding another finger.

“Ah! Uh-huh,” Graves moans and clenches around his fingers, knees wobbly. He digs his nails into the table, choking slightly on the buildup of saliva in the back of his throat accompanied by Y/N’s fingers shoved into the back of his mouth.

He let do of the table and grabbed Y/N’s forearm, tapping it thrice. He ceased all of his movements and pulled his fingers from Graves mouth, cupping his jaw and tilting it to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, eyes darting across Graves' flushed face. He nodded, looking at Y/N’s face with half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t wanna cum if you're not inside me,” he whispered. Y/N’s breath caught in his throat. “And I want you to fuck me til I’m beggin’ you to stop.”

Y/N stared at Graves a moment before pressing his lips against his roughly, pulling his fingers from his ass before beginning to fumble with his belt. He quickly shoved his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, his erection springing out and resting against Graves' ass as he began to grind on him slowly.

As he began guiding the tip of his cock to Graves entrance, pressing the head to his hole and slowly pushing inside, he shoved his tongue into his mouth, the blonde gagging and reaching up to grab at his forearm.

“Take me nice ‘n slow, bunny,” Y/N whispered against his lips, his hand still holding his jaw firmly in place.

Graves moaned at his demanding tone, a hot feeling burning in his chest. Y/N never failed to make him unbearably flustered. And horny.

Slowly inching his way inside, Y/N rubbed Graves hip in an attempt to keep him calm. He tried his best to take deep breaths, but the feeling of Y/N’s hand holding his face forward while he kissed his neck was overwhelming.

When he finally bottomed out, he let his face go, moving it to press firmly against his lower stomach just under his belly button. His skin burned, and Y/N continued to pepper kisses on his neck, occasionally pausing to suck a hickey onto the pale skin. One that wouldn’t easily be covered up. One that would show all of his Shadows that he was being taken care of VERY well.

Y/N slowly pulled his hips back before snapping them back against Graves ass, a loud slap filling the room and quickly being joined by more as Y/N fucked into Graves hard and fast. Graves moaned at the way Y/N’s cock filled him, scraping his sensitive walls with every vein, the head pressing against his prostate with every push in and pull out.

Lube dribbled out of his hole and down Y/N’s balls as they slapped Graves' ass. It felt so lewd and so good. Y/N gripped his hip tighter before letting his other hand trail down to grab Graves cock, which was dark pink and dripping wet. He started stroking him in time with how he was pounding into Graves.

“Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing the table again. His legs shook as he came, almost immediately after Y/N wrapped his fingers around his aching erection and stroked it to hardness.

“You’re so sensitive today,” Y/N said, continuing to jerk him off.

Graves doubled over onto the table and slapped a hand over his mouth. He felt too good. Tears brimmed his pale blue eyes, and he reached back to grab Y/N’s forearm, squeezing it tightly.

“Oh, God, fuck,” he whimpered. He was so close to cumming again, the deep ache in the pit of his stomach tightening and leaving his skin burning hot, a flush covering his ears. He begged, “Slow down.”

Y/N leaned down and kissed his shoulder before grabbing his hand and pulling it, the side of his face pressing against the cold wood. Y/N moved to hold both of his wrists in his hands, pulling them back and causing Graves back to arch as he was lifted off the table slightly.

The new position gave Y/N a perfect angle to abuse his prostate, causing Graves to let out a shrill moan and cum again, the white liquid spilling onto the floor and puddling with his previous release. Tears began pouring from his eyes from Y/N not ceasing his relentless pace. His entire body felt as if it were on fire, an uncomfortable heat pooling in his stomach.

“Fuck- Please!” Graves cried. His face was melting into the table, hot and wet and salty. “Please, please,” he begged.

“You can take it,” Y/N stated as his hips slapped against Graves' ass. “You’re a big boy.”

Graves choked on his spit as it gathered in the back of his mouth, slowly spilling past his lips and mixing with his tears on the table.

“I can’t,” he sobbed, moaning again when Y/N leaned down and bit the side of his neck.

“You can,” he whispered against his neck. Graves' hair stood on end and he came again, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. The amount of cum that dripped from his cock was pitiful, clear and thin.

He clenched around Y/N hard, the latter moaning and pulling out before wrapping his hand around his cock and angling it to cum on his ass. He grunted when he did, thick spurts of cum spewing from the tip of his cock and decorating Graves' ass.

He was panting and shaking, desperate to catch his breath and calm down from so many orgasms in such a small period of time.

Y/N pulled up his pants and buckled his belt before patting Graves thigh.

“Clean up, dinner’s in 10,” he said before walking out the door to the small office. He closed the door shut, leaving Graves to clean himself up with no materials to do so. He shakily sighed and pressed his forehead to the desk as he slowly regained his breath.

He wants this to happen again soon.

#graves x male reader #graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x male reader #bottom graves #bottom cod #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #mw2 x male reader #smut #i am never writing for graves again #this was hell

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x3no9 · 3 months

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Finished my enemy turned lovers fic featuring OG Makarov and Graves.

I enjoyed writing it so much!

MATURE READERS

#m/m #call of duty fanfiction #cod mw #post cod mw3 #slightly AU what if #makarov x graves #phillip graves x makarov #og makarov #vladimir makarov x phillip graves #bottom makarov #bottom graves #enemy lovers #military husbands

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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All this baby trapping is driving me crazy in the best way

idk who I'd want to baby trap more, Rudy, Graves, literally all of the 141, I'm just so obsessed with them! They'd all look pretty knocked up and stuffed ^-^

Cw: attempted baby trapping, breeding kink, 18+

Thinking about graves w/ a breeding kink, who will more often than not ask you to fuck him without a condom, promising he’s on birth control which he is but he can’t help that he forgets to take them some days, who will have the two of you go for multiple rounds till his cunt is dripping from cum and he’s using his fingers to push it back in just in case, who will stay skewed onto your cock for hours making sure you fuck him so rough and deep til he’s sure your cockhead is grazing his womb

It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what he’s trying to do, and although you can’t help but feel blood pooling to the lower half of your body at the sheer thought that graves is trying to have your baby, there’s no way in hell you’d be tied down to him in that way and luckily he hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.

However you still want do indulge him in his little fantasy so you buy him a squirting dildo with fake cum in it, spending hours upon hours using that thing on him, watching that way his body quakes, completely soaked in sweat, and cunt swollen and red.

“Please please I cant” he cries out, head trashing side to side as fat tears rolls down his cheek.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to make you a mommy? Be a good boy and take it”

#alec answers #call of duty #Phillip graves #Phillip graves x reader #Phillip graves x male reader #graves cod #graves x reader #graves x male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #top male reader #trans male character

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fortheb0ys · 5 months

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Graves is just a fucking dog that needs to be tamed. He's cocky and arrogant and I wanna fuck that out of him. Dress him up with dog ears and nothing else just to fuck him while you are full dressed in gear. A heavy weight against his back as he's fucked into next Tuesday.

His tongue would be hanging out of his mouth, panting loudly. That boy fucking whimpers. No one can tell me he doesn't.

He'd sit on his legs while sucking your cock. Your hands tugging his collar to motivate him to take more of you. His wide eyes staring back at you. A beg of approval shines deep within them. A gentle pat on his head gives reassurance.

Graves is definitely a biter. You'd have to muzzle him or fuck him doggie style of you weren't up for the biting. Most nights though you'd have bites along your chest and neck. Blood oozing from the fresh bite marks. There'd be a lot of scaring. Once they'd heal he'll just bite them over and over again. Red angry marks along your skin.

You realize that was probably something he did to be in control or have ownership. A claim on his 'property' of some sort. Graves could never give up all control to you. In relationships, there's give and take. His taking was making sure people knew who was your precious puppy.

Graves would be both bark and bite. He'd see someone eyeing you, he would curse them out. If they touched you in any way, he'd probably beat them within an inch of their life.

#phillip graves x male reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x reader #x reader #call of duty mw x male reader #x top reader #bottom character

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prettyboyformasks · 9 months

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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."

#call of duty #cod smut #phillip graves x reader #philip graves #phillip graves #phillip graves cod #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x male reader #ftm!phillip graves #bottom!phillip graves #sub!phillip graves #phillip graves smut #call of duty smut #cod mw2 #cod mwii #smut #mlm smut

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soaring-trash · 3 months

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Inhale.

Aim.

Exhale.

Fire.

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gravedigginbbydoll · 4 months

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So…. I just binged the ENTIRETY of the sex lives of college girls….

If you see me post Leighton Murray smut… 👀

MIND UR BUSINESS OKAY

I love mean blonde women who love women

#for the love of god #I’m on my knees #I fucking love Renee rapp #and like seeing her play a sarcastic bitchy mean blonde?#immediately hooked #I’m such a bottom #send help #slocg #sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #renee rapp #lesbian #queer #fanfiction #graves personal #slocg fanfiction #leighton Murray smut

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chena-h · 4 months

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Reducing the covid isolation period to 1 day - a single day- when an infection can be contagious for up to 21 days is... unbelievably cruel.

#chena.txt #like if this doesn't tell you how little these public health guidelines are about protecting people #and are actually about preserving companies bottom lines...#they're willing to let so many people die or get permanently disabled #working people to an early grave #but giving us more pto? free tests/masks? impossible #ridiculous #covid #covid 19 #coronavirus

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 3 months

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superiors

A/n: old word Drabble because this world needs more graves posts

minors DNI

graves had been pulled in for a stern talking to by his companies investors- he hadn’t expected a lecture on dating a soldier and here he was getting told how utterly horrid it was and how he was abusing his power by forcing a soldier to submit to him… oh how they were wrong.

yet all he could do is nod his head and look shameful, but his brain was just hysterical. All these rich men, lecturing him while sitting at a table you had fucked him senseless on days earlier; his mind just kept filling with all the times you had sweetly acted innocent to the men around you- but in a room alone? God you were something else.

you were the one in charge. You were the one with his leash in your hand tugging at his collar so his pretty little whimpers are just quiet enough that the soldiers in the shower next to you two don’t hear. You were the one who had made him cry while bending him over every surface of your apartment. Your the one who-

“graves, are you even listening???” One of the men growled as he slammed the table in anger, pulling graves out of his thoughts which made him also feeling the uncomfortable bulge in his pants… he’d have to call you about that later

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floralcavern · 9 months

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THE FACT THAT WHEN ACHILLES LEARNED HIS MOM CAN’T SEE HIM ON THE MOUNTAIN, HIS FIRST INSTINCT IS TO SLEEP WITH HIS BEST FRIEND.

#The Song of Achilles #TSOA #Achilles #Patroclus #patrochilles #”MOTHER CANNOT SEE US HERE”#“AYO PATROCLUS MY MOM ISNT HOME”#Thetis #AND THEN HE WAS SHOCKED THAT PATROCLUS WAS ACTUALLY WILLING TO DO IT???#“I did not think we would ever—“#WDYM YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOUD SLEEP WITH HIM???#HE LITERALLY KISSED YOU???#YOU WERE THE ONE WHO RAN AWAY YOU DUMB BOTTOM #Plato is rolling in his grave

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x3no9 · 3 months

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I can't stop with the Makarov x Graves now...great!

Quick sketch. Quality is bad because I had to crop it significantly and now it is stretched lol. Check out the full version via the link.

They totally hate love each other now. Goes with my Blissful Surrender fic.

#m/m #call of duty fanart #call of duty fanfiction #makarov x graves #bottom makarov #bottom graves #enemies to lovers #cod mw post game #phillip graves x vladimir makarov

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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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

#do not underestimate the power we hold 🧎🏻‍♂️#alec answers #⚰️ anon #call of duty #philip graves #Philip graves x reader #Philip graves x male reader #graves x reader #graves x male reader #male reader #x male reader #trans male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character

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crispywizardtale · 7 months

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#they are so in love...#i hate Yai's parents from the bottom of my soul #i hope they and Robert suffer the same fate #and by the same fate i mean grave #Bright and Nonkul are such amazing actors #the emotions they show through their eyes are so powerful and so clear #this scene owns my heart #i feel you linger in the air the series #i feel you linger in the air #bright rapheephong #nonkul chanon

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prettyboyformasks · 9 months

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Hello! Please more FTM!Graves 🥺 please!!! I need more!!! Anything, I'll take anything (eating him out eating him out eating him out!)

OMG OFC ABSOLUTELY

holding onto ftm!graves' thighs, keeping them spread while your tongue circles around his clit. your grip has to be so fucking tight, though, leaving red marks on his pale skin — all because he's so sensitive and keeps trying to close his legs.

"keep 'em open, phil," you mutter, licking the slick that's dripping down his pretty pink slit. he huffs in response, but tries his best to keep his legs open for you. after all, he doesn't want you to stop. he's a whore for your tongue.

your tongue.

switching positions so he's sitting on your face, you don't even have to remind him to sit, not hover, because he's riding your tongue like the needy bitch he is. you wiggle your tongue around, tasting his pink, gummy walls while your thumb presses against his clit.

you mumble praises against his cunt and words of degradation when he slows down. "fuckin' whore, speed up," followed by a smack to his ass. you knead the tender flesh, resuming your praise when he finally speeds up again.

"gonna— hnnngh—" he mutters, grinding his clit against your lips. his thighs are shaking, his hips are stuttering as he cums all over your face, coating it—and the bed—in that delicious, clear liquid he knows you love.

his body collapses on top of yours, but you don't stop. no, he's all yours, and you do what you want. you pull his hips up so his pussy is in front of your face, and you slide your tongue between his soft lips. you knead his thighs as he whimpers, lazily humping your face.

you let out an amused chuckle and push two fingers into his leaky cunt, curling them against that spot you know drives him crazy. he lays still, his hands balling into fists as he grabs the sheets below him. his eyes are rolling back and he's rocking his hips against your fingers, babbling out pleas and whines.

your long fingers poke against his cervix and you laugh as he shivers. "feel tha', my dear?" you murmur, your lips pressed against his right ass cheek. "feel how fuckin' deep i am? how good your greedy little cunt swallows my fingers?"

he gives quick nods, mostly focused on riding the digits inside of him. he moans your name as he buries his face in the mattress, his toes curling while he cums on your fingers.

"that's right. you're mine."

#ftm!phillip graves #ftm sub #ftm bottom #ftm ns/fw #ftm smut #call of duty #cod smut #call of duty smut #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #smut #cod #phillip graves cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader

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