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konigsblog · 1 month

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Stepdad Graves who just can’t help himself around his step daughter.

continuing from this part...

cw: stepcest, cheating, forced impregnation, tampering with contraceptives, afab!gn!reader, dub-con, lactation, pervy-graves, age gap/difference (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say aged mid-20s + graves is aged 40-50s)

dead dove: do not eat. mdni 18+ 🔞

after your stepfather had forcefully impregnated you, your boyfriend had broken up with you. of course, you eventually had to drop out of college to take care of yourself during pregnancy, as well as take care of your future baby. your stomach grew everyday, and along with that, your nipples began to weep milk, white droplets of your sweet milk running down your breasts, or seeping through the material of your shirt.

graves couldn't help himself at the sight of you. he just wanted to take care of his pregnant stepdaughter, to rub at your swollen, puffy and wet nipples whilst you wriggled and complained, still annoyed at him for doing what he'd done, trying to free yourself from his tightening grip.

there had been countless times where you'd be awoken to the pleasing and arousing sensation of your stepfather's tongue against your little clit, rubbing it in soothing circles whilst you arched your back, so exhausted yet so desperate for that release that tightened at your core.

of course, at some point, you had to break the news to your mother once home from a long work trip. you told her that you'd gotten pregnant by someone you didn't know, at a college party, drunk and intoxicated. she was pissed at you for making such an irresponsible decision, that you had no support from the father, but when you broke down at her reaction, she knew she couldn't be too harsh on you.

she was blind to your stepfather's disgusting and perverted behaviour. she didn't notice how his gaze would linger on your growing stomach and breasts for a little too long, or how she'd wake up with graves not in bed. she paid no attention to it all, and didn't even notice how your baby had some of your stepfather's features. those familiar and recognisable blue eyes.

after your pregnancy, graves was desperate to get you pregnant again, and again. although, you made sure not to get too drunk around him, instead making sure you'd use contraceptives, usually condoms. you were fucking up his plans! he had no other decision, but to instead tamper with the condoms, poking them with a small pin, in the hopes of getting you pregnant.

you should've expected it, really... :(

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call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes · 7 days

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

Ghost, closes his eyes.

Soap: You think it worked?

Ghost: Let me check.

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

Graves: I feel great. Thanks for ask-.

Ghost, hanging up: No.

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tfmerc · 27 days

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What I imagine your camera roll looks like if you’re in a relationship with… Phillip Graves <3

Highly dislike Graves character… but his aesthetic is cuties :>

more bellow the cut :3

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tanked-up · 8 months

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I feel like Soap begged them to do this

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foap-enjoyer · 5 months

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Graves: I hate British people. Rodolfo: I hate you you're so fucking ugly and gross and cruel and I bet you eat fucking poptarts for dinner everyday cause you can't cook, you American twinkie-bar. Graves: I wasn't even insulting you?!?? Alejandro: Sorry, he does this sometimes. Rudy, no. Rodolfo: Did you just fucking 'Rudy no' me like a dog? Rodolfo: I'm going to commit mass genocide and you two are first. Alejandro: Not this again- Rudy we've been over this, no mass genocides. Rodolfo: You're not my dad! Graves: I think I'm going to leave.. Rodolfo: No. You stay right. Fucking. Here. Amigo. Graves: I'm scared Alejandro: You should be.

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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Cowboy like me -Philip Graves

creds: @/vhenan_virabelesan on instagram

Based on a request:

i need more graves in my life. like southern cowboy graves who finds veteran reader one day in line for food or something and he just can’t help but talk to her until the blood rushes to his face and flushes red. need graves who never thought he would settle down or get married until he finds himself staring at rings after dating you for 8 months. philip who cherishes his fiery girl by winning stock shows and buying her a new mercedes just because. reader asking him how she can pay him back and he asks her to move in. philip who holds reader so so close to his body, never wanting to hurt her while his cock throbs into her. caressing her hair and clicking his tongue whenever she breaks eyes contact from his good he feels. philip being called away for a two month deployment all of a sudden. two months feel like two years until he can see his beloved peeing the ranch goats and chasing chickens back into their coop. philip who finally gets home and uses his rank to skip the welcome home ceremony, wanting to surprise reader at home since it’s late at night and him speeding home because they’re not going to live their lives through the phone. driving like a maniac until he feels the grind of gravel against rubber and the familiar low glow of the wooden house, until he holds onto her body like how oxygen embeds itself into his lungs. i need him so bad ---- F!Reader, fluff, some smut, boyfriend!Graves, cowboy!Graves, P-in-V, soft sex, soft!dom Graves, veteran!Reader ---- A/N: this is how I know you are a Graves lover, so please my dear..enjoy :)

You moved to the countryside, a small town and a pair of old boots. Life is calm, away from that old and rowdy one you lived as a soldier. This time around, you were told about some new small restaurant in town, decided to check it out and that's when all the stars aligned. He walks in, three days into his break from a long deployment and then, his eyes meet your frame. A small smile on him. Never did he see another woman like you in his part of town. Not as pretty or as captivating. His cowboy hat by his chest as he admired you. You, unaware, order your meal, eager to taste something new.

He walked closer, and the cashier asked for your name. "R/N," you said and he smiles. What a precious name. For days after, he returned to that small restaurant, walked around town and frequented many shops and then he stopped walking. There you were, getting what he assumed was your truck loaded with gravel and some other stuff. You were a local then. He knew the man from the shop, asked around and soon he realised you were the woman who bought a property close to his. Ain't it funny. Your herd dog ran away and into his property, what a fun time Philip would have.

"I'm sorry, he…is a bit of a runner," you chuckle as you get your dog in the truck. "No worries, hun. I'm Philip," he extends his hand and you shake it. "I'm R/N, a pleasure to meet you," you smile. "So, what is a pretty lady like you doing 'ere?" You chuckle, your hat being the perfect sunblock for this sunny day. "I own this land," you answer and he smiles more. "Ah, so that means you aren't just a pretty lady with a dog, that makes you my pretty lil neighbour," he gets closer. You couldn't deny it, he had his charm and it worked on you. "What if instead of keeping you out on this Sun, I keep you out, say Friday night at around 8 pm?" Oh that smile on him, what a dangerous game it played.

And so you accepted. You played the dangerous game with him and it turned into something so calm and beautiful. Now, instead of spending his days or weeks off work alone, he spends them with you. He got to know you, understand you and love all of you. Every day, there he was, at your front porch, wildflowers at hand from his part of the land. Every day, there you were, at the front door, ready to greet him with a kiss. It never was the fact he could buy store flowers, it was the intention, to always bring them to you, pretty or not, he took his time every day to pick them out, to think, 'She'll like them, yeah…this one is perfect,' that is the beauty of him. And, you always fell even deeper for him. That smile, the same one he saw every morning, gave him more reason to go around, plant flowers on his land and when they grow, he will cut them and hand them to you.

It's what all lovers did before him. His eyes, my my my, were they enchanting to look at. He never meant to be a husband, to come home to his pretty lady, to love. He was meant to be a soldier, a commander and to watch himself die sometime far from today, in some dangerous place. Today, he walks around, looks at rings and shakes his head anytime the lady at the jewellery place asks if he likes that ring. "No, don't think my darling would fit this, I need something more…more beautiful…something that matches her beauty, so let's keep looking." But that was a game to never be won. In his mind, no diamond would match your beauty, it just had to at least resemble your natural looks.

His friends were all teasing him for falling in love. It's not bad, they reassure, it's…new..it changed you for the better, they all admit. When he introduces you to them, they all look at each other. "Oh, it makes more sense," one says and the rest agree. You did change him, he has become someone everyone admires more, and he has more reason to do certain stuff now. You and him, it is possibly the healthiest of loves he or you had. The warm feeling in your chest, that feels right. The compliments from his mother, his father and siblings, all feel too well. And you know that maybe you are right, maybe this is love. It's love in the beautiful, the ugly, the immature things you two laugh at, the stare his friends give when they know he find his forever person. It is real…it's love for what humans know love to be.

"My dear, c'mon, calm down," his voice soft, hands on your body as you argue over something that happened at a store. "Babe, you don't get it. That man…ooh that man do I dislike him!" He chuckles, "You know what the deal was and what he said was right-" "No, no it wasn't and you know what, shame on you for backing him up." You push him. "No, don't do that, we don't do that. If I fuck up, you correct me and I do the same for you, we fix each other that way." You huff out and cross your arms. He was right, you did that and now he had to do the same. Anytime he said or did something that wasn't right, you corrected him and he listened and apologised and did better next time. Now, here you were, having to be in his situation. "Sorry…it's just…why…why would that man do that- you're right..sorry"

"It's over, let's move on," his arms wrap around you and you sigh. "I love you," he reminds you and you smile. Your arms now wrapping around him. "I love you too," you whisper and get comfortable in his arms. Slowly, this became the norm, talk it out, don't yell but talk, it's simple and it's what keeps it all comfortable.

Christmas, ten months into loving you, he buys and gifts you a car. Lavish and all for you. For what reason? No motive, he just felt the need to give it. You, being someone who can't just accept these nice acts, shove the keys back to him. "Nope, nope…Phil, you can't just give me this." He shakes his head, "I can and it's rude to deny a gift, my love," he walks to you, the smile on him again. Was he a wizard? To have you so enchanted by his smile? "But-…how can I repay this? This is too much, Phil-" A kiss, is all it took to have you calm down and let him love you more. "Move in, that's all I ask of you." He says between kisses and you smile. Of course, now that is the man you know. A mastermind for a fiance? Now that is something to have yourself get accustomed to.

By Spring, he and you married.

By Summer, he had your back arched, your body and his pressed against each other as he repeatedly made love to you. His cock, deep inside of you as your milked him for every last drop. Your hands, wrapped around his back, owning him and marking him with scratches, ones he would proudly wear. His hands caress your body as if you were some angelic creature. Your eyes close once your body starts to feel euphoric, its pleasure to the greatest it can be. Philip's kisses trail from your lips to your collarbone. Your tits bounce with each thrust he gave you, your eyes closed and then he grabs your face with force. "Don't you dare look away, my love, not now," he grunts and moans.

His fat cock stretches your tight cunt to its limit. You let our whimpers, your orgasm building up slowly. "That's it, be a good girl-" he grips your face again. "Tsk, what i say?" He kisses you and once he is done with your lips, he ensures your gaze never leaves his. Your drunken stare is the one thing that is making him last so long. Your juices leak all over him, his cum deep inside of you, making sure to leave you leaking. It was his way of saying goodbye as he went on yet another operation. Your cunt, throbbing for the abuse and love your dear husband gave you over and over. It was perfection, it is love that he makes to you on a night like this.

Your teary eyes, make him frown and apologise. "I'm sorry, I know…I know darling." he cups your face with his warm hands and kisses you all over that precious pouty face. Your tears dried by his lips. Love is an action or emotion. Right now, in this bed made up of two drunken lovers, he made sure to teach you that he was not like any of the past men you loved. He was sure of it because no other man-made you cum with a stare, a touch, or a lick of your precious and delicious cunt. He isn't most men, he is your man, your other half, the one that has you whimpering over his size. The one that has you lighting candles for when he comes back home.

After that night, he was gone for some time. Not much contact besides the small talk on texts or the quick calls from the base. It was an eternity, to not have him by your side, to not watch you fall over as you tried to feed the animals on the ranch. It was a long night when you didn't have him wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings. But it was the rule, wait and I'll be back to love you more. You were his patient lover, like a woman back in the day, waiting all day for her man. And the second came with the view of the joint estates, he smiles. His pretty darling, his home and all those crazy animals, all waiting for him.

His mates at the base, all begged him to wait just a little longer but he couldn't not when he yearned to be in your arms. He didn't care, it didn't matter if they all wanted a sit-down cookout to celebrate a triumph of an operation. You mattered. You see, the thought of you, laying in bed, with an empty side, his pillow used as a teddy bear as you await for him, that was an image he couldn't let happen anymore. His truck, rushed through the night all to get a glimpse, a touch, a whisper and an 'I love you' from you.

The door, swung open as he hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom. The floor creaks under his step as he silents himself from excitement when he sees your precious face. It was a rush, it's love and glee to know he came home, came home to you. "R/N, doll..I'm home," he whispers as he gently stirs you awake. That smile of yours, oh it can melt a man as mean and cold as him. "Hi," your voice is so soft and small. "Hi," he responds and sits on the edge, watching as you crawl into his arms. "Did you miss me?" but of course, he knew that answer. You nod and bury your face on his chest. What was once an empty bed, is now a bed full of two. Two crazed people, two hearts, one home. "Oh I missed you more," he rubs your back and notices how your body relaxes. He holds you close, so close that it's as if he wants your body to become one.

His boots are under the bed as he settles in with you. Your warmth wrapped him in an embrace. This, this is all he ever needed. It wasn't some drunk one-night stand, it wasn't cheap love or cheap sex. No one could afford this. Don't think he even understood how much he had to afford this kind of love but he can and that is all that matters now.

A/N: I love cowboys....and I love cowboy Graves

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diejager · 7 months

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Hello! Your works are really great could you please write a Non-Con For Philipp Graves? 🦅 EAGLE SCREECH

Shackled

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

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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michaelthejesse · 8 months

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Here’s a short comic I made off @cod-dump’s post ✨

And yes I do imagine that price is the kinda guy who sits cross legged on a couch

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faith369 · 4 months

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Read your graves fic and omg 😍

I have a request: fem!Reader gets accused of being a barracks bunny (not true) by other shadows, because she's shacked up with graves (that part is true, they just like to roleplay sometimes which is how they heard her say a different name). She gets frustrated and asks the group what tattoo is on her back, because if she is a BB, they should all know that answer.

The only one who can smugly answer is graves. "She doesnt have back tattoos, just scars from the (vehicle) accident, hickies from me, my handprint on her ass"

loveee this

“Fuck off, honestly,“ you hissed, your words didn't have much effect on the 3 shadows infront you expect for teasing grins to form on their faces. You were sick of the rumor of you being a barracks bunny, normally you wouldn't even be bothered by it, especially because you knew the only reason for that assumption was the fact that you and Graves indulged in role play more than once, but it was getting out of hand so much that you started to get reduced to that title and you didn't work that hard to be where you are just to get belittled by men who gossip like their lives depend on it. Your sharp words weren't noticed by the other men in the break room, the majority of them directed their attention to the scene. “Hey, I'm just saying the truth you earned that title yourself” that response made you almost physically lash out at the man, the only reason you didn't was the simple fact of not wanting to be labeled emotional. So you opted to go the smart route and simply decided to disprove those idiots. “If I am such a barracks bunny, you surely know what kind of tattoo I have on my back, huh?” The guys looked at you, the startled expressions on their faces giving you a sense of satisfaction, you knew you had dismantled their little rumor. Sadly, the feeling didn't last long. A recruit joined the conversation. "A snake,“ the boy had the audacity to grin at you. You knew he was lying because you don't- "she doesn't have.“ The surprise of hearing Phillip's voice behind you was written on your face "The only mark she has is a scar from a car accident.“ The room went quiet. "And if you wanna know it so detailed, a few hickies are on her as well, and an imprint of my hand is on her ass both are from me“ You blushed at his words, not expecting the last part.

“So if I hear you spreading rumors like this again, I'll bury you, and you recruit, we are having a talk now”

-Requests are open <333

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 7 months

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Kinktober Prompt ~ Deepthroating

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 (.-. )

Masterlist

"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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ghosties--writing · 5 months

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

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konigsblog · 1 month

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Stepdad Graves is such a menace 😬

stepfather-graves purposely impregnating his stepdaughter...

cw: forced impregnation, recording, afab!f!reader, non-con/dub-con/rape, stepcest, age gap (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say mid-20s + graves is aged mid-40s to early-50s.)

dead dove: do not eat. 18+ only - mdni. ☀️

stepfather-graves has always been too touchy with you. whenever you're home from a college party, his filthy hands are all over you. you look up to him for validation and support, and allow him to become increasingly perverted whilst he's drunk, a cigarette held between his pearly teeth, and the bulge in his boxers visible.

of course, he has to have his way with you. he'll encourage you to spread your legs for him, so he can get off — and he especially does this whilst your mother is away. biting at your sensitive clit while whispering that you're such a good girl for him. he plays the card that he's lonely, and in need of an orgasm. too bad, you fall for it a little too easily...

he absolutely hates whenever you talk about your boyfriend, and will shame you for being a ‘whore’, or that you're obsessed with that pathetic man. instead, philip is more focused on getting you pregnant, so that you know exactly who you belong to.

he won't even hesitate to send a video to your beloved boyfriend, a clip where his face isn't visible, yet your cunt is getting fucked mercilessly, fat balls smacking against your rear, and your moans ringing out in the background. he wants the best for you, and that happens to be breaking up your relationship, and making sure you know exactly who owns you.

of course, your boyfriend breaks up with you, and you're completely heartbroken. you avoid your stepfather like the plague, not even looking into his eyes of disgust and horror, completely ashamed of yourself.

although, this doesn't bother your stepfather. he knows that at some point, you'll notice the swelling of your stomach, and how sick you feel. you'll come crawling back to him, with a pregnancy test revealing positive, having no choice but to abandon college and take care of your baby... :(

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mariariley · 8 months

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Graves x reader

⋆✮⋆ relationship headcanons ⋆✮⋆

2nd person

female reader

NSFW warning

Word count: 1.1k

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Once again added stuff a little too many times! Ideas keep coming ong

He's that hot divorced American dad you see at sport matches

I imagine he's either your dad's friend (or a friend of anyone in your closest family) or your kidnapper but the choice on how you meet and who you are is yours, I'm just giving ideas

His usual egoism would not falter around you, you'd only give it a boost

He'd make cheeky jokes when you least expect it, either making you giggle or roll your eyes because he can be misogynistic

He'd enjoy that annoyed look on your face. He loves when you give him attitude so if you're a person with a lot of it, consider it a plus

He'd pull that classic move, asking you out for a drink more and more often until he finally makes you fold because, trust me, he will not give up until he makes you his

As your partner he would almost act like your sugar daddy

He would buy you a lot of expensive stuff, especially jewelry because it's the most valuable thing you can have on yourself

When you tell him something that you like, he'd remember every little detail and expect him to gift it to you, be that something materialistic, a vacation, an event he'd take you to...

That's another way of his to pamper you and kinda manipulate you. He's not an angel and I think everyone is aware of that

You know how they say: quid pro quo

He buys you stuff, you provide him with other services

He has a slight brat taming kink hence his liking of your attitude. He likes putting you in place when you "disobey him", especially if that requires pushing you onto your knees

He calls you "sweetheart", "sweetie", "honey", "baby girl, "baby doll", "princess", anything he can come up with at the moment

Loves kissing your temple and forehead, nose as well. He's obsessed with fondling your cheeks and squishing or pinching them which is always followed by a wink and a smirk on his face

Loves when you touch his hair (it is very soft). He takes very good care of himself and always smells good

Sometimes he likes growing out a short spiky beard for a week or so. Though the stunning smell of the aftershave lotion is something that fits him the best

Loves when you touch or kiss that scar he has on his cheekbone and ear

He also has a scar on his abdomen (it was a big stab wound) and loves when you touch it, sends a shiver down his spine, especially when you're just cuddling and you sneak your hand underneath his shirt (has a thing for touching your tummy as well)

Loves when you play with his chest hair while cuddling

Loves beer and red wine

Notices even the smallest changes in your appearance. Had a haircut or painted your nails a different color? He will point it out and compliment it.

In bed he's very passionate and vocal, loves praising you and just does not shut up, especially when you're giving him a blowjob

He'd use the classics: "Good girl~", "Atta girl~", "Good job, baby~" or something like "You're a tight fit~, "Such pretty little mouth you got there~", "There we go, baby, that's what I wanted to hear~"

Big fan of oral, prefers receiving. Loves pulling your hair and makes you keep eye contact hence the way you look up at him while he's shoving his whole cock down your throat and making you choke drives him crazy (excuse my language)

Loves when you wear lipstick, especially red and especially when you’re giving him a blowjob

Prefers being on top and loves changing positions frequently as well as paces. Though one of his favorite things to do is wrap his hand around your throat and make you suck on his fingers while he's making your cheeks clap from behind (excuse my language again)

Definitely into age play. Also likes when you call him "daddy" or "sir" in bed

Has a thing for collars and would definitely own a few for you

He doesn't have a preference when it comes to cumming, it depends on however he feels at the moment, be that filling you up, loading on your arse or stomach, your face, mouth...

He's good at aftercare, he'd make sure you're clean and comfortable and good lord he just does not shut up. Cooing into your ear, he'd keep telling you how you did a great job and how you're his beautiful princess, only his

He can get a little possessive at times, mostly when his soldiers are around you. He'd definitely lecture them and order them to stay away from you unless completely necessary

He kinda has a thing for doing it with you in the kitchen, on the counter. When he sees you cooking it makes him feel things, especially when he's been on a long mission and he finally comes home after weeks, sometimes months even

Has a thing for slowly dancing with you in the living room to vintage American songs and I'm talking songs 40s and 50s (still keeps his grandpa's gramophone), once again especially when he comes home from a long missions, makes him feel like his ancestors coming back from WW2 to their wives after saving the world

When he's gone for too long he makes sure to stay in contact with you, texting you and calling you every day, telling you how much he misses his baby girl

If you're down for it, he'd love some sex over the phone as a stress relief. He would also ask you to send him photos of yourself every day and what you're doing, where you're going, what you're eating and sometimes he'd ask for nudes too (if you aren't the first one to send it to him that is)

Not everything is unicorns and rainbows though, sometimes you can argue like an old married couple or worse

Considering he's divorced and probably has children with that woman (her name is probably Sharon or something) isn't something to ignore

If you're a jealous/obsessive/possessive type, it can get nasty

His manipulative patterns would grow old and transparent

These toxic arguments would make you doubt his love for you, make your trust for him fade as he'd almost make you pack your things and go

Though he wouldn't mean any of the possibly offensive/humiliating stuff and would end up apologizing but his manipulation skills would make you apologize as well

Overall, despite your ups and downs, he wouldn't want your relationship to end to the point he'd beg you to stay with him

Dividers belong to @firefly-graphics 🖤

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i have another au i wanna introduce: mayors son!graves and ex pornstar!reader…hear me out. they gossip abt u two in the magazines :0

genuis ask; you have big brain...

SCANDAL | PHILLIP GRAVES

mayors!son!graves who isn't ignorant to the purity culture in the south, especially growing up in a conservative town. hell, he's about as stereotypical as you can get — and the media vultures still dig up dirt on him.

he doesn't care for his father much either. but reputation matters, whether people want to believe it or not. graves doesn't dare slander his own blood publicly; he'd end up running against him, or forced into exile by public opinion.

he didn't have interest in either scenario.

he only had interest in you.

the less attention and spotlight, the better. no easy task when you come from an influential family — and even more difficult when you made a living in adult films years ago.

mayors!son!graves who met you at a restaurant, when you took your break out back. an apron draped around your shoulders, and the pitiful, outdated diner uniform you hated. why the hell the mayors son was in this part of town, or speaking to you, it was a mystery.

at first, you thought he was like the rest of the politicians and their kin. their mistresses and dirty fantasies that disregard how they preach "family values" the next day.

but he wasn't.

graves didn't know you for your body, your intimate moments, not even word of mouth; just you, for you, in that moment.

mayors!son!graves who made his best effort to keep the media off his back, thus preventing any spotlight cast on your "sins".

he wound up unsuccessful, when photos of you two leaked.

first, a clear shot of you and him in his truck, on your fourth date. just when things between you had begun turning serious and meaningful, and in return — heating up.

the second photo, a week after you revealed your past to him, unaware of the digging the journalists were doing. a blurry shot of you two through the curtains, his business shirt unbuttoned, and you straddling him.

how they discovered your identity through a shaky cam, you didn't care to know. but your skeletons were out in the open.

nothing changed after you told him about your porn career.

nothing changed after the media spread like wildfire. surely, he was losing his mind, right?

his daddy would have hell to pay for this. graves was shocked he didn't have a heart attack and keel over once the articles were forwarded to his assistants.

he could already smell the mobs; feel the blinding flash of their cameras.

stepping out to collect the newspaper the next day was definitely going to be a treat.

˖⁺‧₊˚ divider cred. - cafekitsune ⋆⑅˚₊

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