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andreas-river · 7 months

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➷ Kinktober 2023

Day XIV: Cock warming || Phillip Graves

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: cock warming, mutual orgasm, creampie.

The air in the office was warm, your nostril filled with his favorite cologne as you nuzzled his neck, your arms lazily hugging him—and it wasn't just your arms.

You wanted to wriggle and move so badly—his cock buried deep inside your wet core impaling you perfectly, your walls perfectly conforming to the shape and size of his shaft.

You felt him squeeze the flesh of your hips with another movement you gave him and moaned slightly.

"Be a good girl and stay still," he murmurs into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. "Or do you want to be punished?"

With tears swelling in your eyes, you shake your head. "No, I will be a good girl."

He kisses you lightly and goes back to the document on his desk. It was going to be a long day.

You can't help but fall asleep in his lap, only coming to when you feel him stroking your hair, his eyes watching you intensely. Hours have passed since he made you sit on his cock, and when he moved you so that you were completely facing him, you heard a squelching sound and knew exactly what it was.

"Do you want a reward?"

You nod eagerly, but instead he grabs your hips and lifts you up until only the head remains inside before pushing you down with a sharp motion, moaning at the stimulation. He then removes his hands from you, smirking at the mess he has made of you.

"Then show me how you make yourself come, do it on my cock."

You happily oblige and begin to ride his shaft, his grunts pure fuel to your ears. You held yourself on his shoulder, your legs shaking from the effort of jumping up and down on him, and his fingers touching your clit brought you to a shattering orgasm, yet you couldn't stop—the feeling of his hard cock too addictive to even think about, finally feeling his hot cum painting your insides, both breathing heavily—yet he loved every moment of admiring your beautiful body on top of his, kissing you and praising you for being such a good girl.

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andreas-river · 7 months

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➷ Kinktober 2023

Day VII: Fucking machine || Phillip Graves

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: bondage, mention of safeword, a bit of OOC Graves.

It was clear from the beginning of your relationship that Phillip was the one in control. He was always inclined to be the one to command you, to guide you through everything. And that didn't exclude the bedroom.

It was another time when he was home more than usual, indulging himself on you and playing with you, and he couldn't help but smile when he finally finished tying you up, your wrist connected to a rope from the headboard, lying on your stomach with your hips raised by a pillow and your legs spread thanks to a spreader bar. He looked at you, caressing the curves of your body with his fingers, traveling down until he reached your folds, pushing them apart and positioning the dildo right at the entrance of your hole, chuckling slightly as you squirmed at the strange object that was going inside you.

He just left the tip inside before coming back into your field of vision, a remote control for the machine in his hand. "Will you be good?" you nodded, earning a satisfied grunt from him as he stood up.

He comes back a few moments later, holding the ball gag between your lips and securing it, making sure it's not too tight. "Do you remember what to do if you want to stop?" You nod again, tapping the headboard twice with your hand.

He seems satisfied with that, as he finally presses a button on the remote, the machine coming to life and thrusting the dildo inside you, repeating the motion at a slow pace, finally feeling your cunt get the much needed stimulation.

After almost an hour—or more?—your body won't stop shaking. As you expected, Phillip played a lot with the buttons of the remote control, alternating the deep strokes with the fast ones, following a pattern that only he found comfortable, your wet walls overstimulated by the dildo that continued to hit every sweet spot inside you, and as the orgasm approached, the pattern changed, leaving you gasping and begging for more, mumbling words behind the gag that not even you could understand.

Then, the last thing you expected was for the dildo to start vibrating, the buzzing sound filling the room, accompanied by your louder moans, your orgasm finally approaching.

"Are you going to cum?" you forced your head to nod, your mind becoming fuzzy from the pleasure that was coursing through your body. A sharp crack echoed through the room, the stinging pain hitting you like a tidal wave from the curve of your ass to the extremities of your body.

"Not until I say so," he smacks the other cheek, making you moan loudly. He chuckles, massaging the skin that is slowly turning red. "Does it feel that good?" You nod eagerly, but he only responds by spanking you again in quick succession, the pain mixing with the pleasure to create a mixture that brings you dangerously close to orgasm, and it becomes increasingly difficult to hold back.

You end up begging him through your ball gag to let you come, salty tears running down your cheeks as you feel him place his fingers on your face, his touch the complete opposite of the previous one. He moves closer to your ears, his lips brushing against your skin, making you shiver.

"Then show me how you cum."

Your body responds to him without effort, your legs shaking from the force of your orgasm, making you too dizzy to understand him, whispering words of praise directly into your ears.

And he can't help but admire how much he loves to see that expression on your face, your eyes closed and your lips wet with your own saliva, stopping the machine even though a small part of him wants to leave it on. He waits until you come back, helping you out of the restraints and making sure you aren't hurt.

"I'm going to make a bath, come on," he helps you stand, and you can't keep your eyes off him when you notice the bulge in his boxers.

"Wait, you didn't..." he smirks as he lets you sit on the edge of the tub and opens the water, his eyes still full of lust.

He places two fingers under your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "Don't worry, we're not done yet."

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andreas-river · 7 months

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➷ Kinktober 2023

Day XXVIII: Vampire || Phillip Graves

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: light angst and hurt/comfort, p in v sex, a bit of blood play, female orgasm.

You could see it clearly in the outline of his blue eyes, turning red from the shadows in the room, revealing the truth about himself—you had already noticed that he was different, as he never ate with you—or anyone else. He was a lonely soul, even if he usually disagreed with that. Monsters like me don't have a soul, love.

Your heart always skipped a beat when he said those words, anger bubbling in your chest because everything you saw in him wasn't a monster for sure. People talked about them, how they drank blood from humans and left them cold and lifeless in some dark alley.

The usual clichés, knowing that most of them would rather hunt animals, hiding among humans more than anyone could imagine.

"How can you not be afraid?" his voice was low, almost grave as he stepped closer, the back of your knees hitting the bed until you were sitting on the mattress, his arms at your side as he moved his face closer.

"You're not a monster—not to me."

He smiles—but his eyes are actually sad. "Maybe I just lured you in, maybe the next thing I do is bite your neck and drink all your blood—you will be left without a single drop of blood, and yet..."

You pressed your lips to his, silencing him as you gripped his neck, and as you expected, he responded, eagerly opening your lips with his tongue as he made you lie on the bed, straddling your body with his frame, feeling something hard against your lower abdomen.

You couldn't hide the wave of pride that washed over you—he was so hard on himself, and being a vampire didn't mean being an actual monster.

He suddenly tore your shirt off, a yelp escaping your lips, undressing you in no time as you did the same for his clothes—though more slowly—and it felt so overwhelming, like a beast was on top of you, ready to ravage and devour your very being.

You let him kiss you, feel his sharp teeth graze your skin as he aligns his cock with your entrance—and you understand exactly what he is trying to do. You just push yourself closer to him, wanting to feel every part of him inside you as he sinks his hard cock into you, stretching you, and soon pleasure mixes with the pain of his teeth sinking into your neck.

You soon feel dizzy but manage to wrap your legs around his hips as he pushes his cock into you again and again. Just as you feel it leave your skin, you see his face, a drop of blood—your blood—on his lips and his eyes bright red, almost as if they were glowing. One particular thrust makes you whimper, finally bringing your attention back to how he relentlessly slammed you into the mattress.

"I think you realize that only now," his hips slam against yours at a punishing pace, but he watches you with a peaceful and relaxed expression. "But we're going to be here all night."

You can feel your lungs running out of oxygen, your climax approaching faster than expected as your visions blur and your legs shake, his lips kissing yours again as you squirm beneath him, even though you know too well that it was pointless.

He traces your neck with soft kisses until he is nibbling at your ear as he makes you shiver, his voice lower as he whispers as he continues to fuck you with no intention of stopping. "And I'm going to make you come so hard you'll forget your own name."

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andreas-river · 1 year

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Hello, hope you’re doing well :)

Was wondering if you could do a Graves x fem!medic!reader where he acts all cold to her but when she’s treating him for a serious injury he admits it’s because he doesn’t want to get close to someone he’ll lose

After returning from the hospital reader finds him again and asks if he meant it, and he admits he did Could go anywhere from there ;)

Preferably not hate sex, this guy needs a break

Feel free to play around with the plot and make it your own, thank you! <33

Phillip Graves X Fem!Medic!Reader

Words count: approx. 1.3k

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of blood, wounds and death, canon-typical violence, light description of sex, so MDNI.

Disclaimer: nothing too much, I couln't make fully NSFW cause the request was anonymous (please, next time read my pinned post). Enjoy!

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Summer had finally arrived: you could tell by the air conditioners, which your colleagues had turned up to maximum, and by the large number of soldiers who were eager for some fresh air.

You could tell the same thing about yourself, even if you were forced to wear long trousers and the white coat: the only relief was the tank top underneath.

And just as you stopped running from room to room and finally sat down at your desk, you heard your name called from across the floor - and the hospital wing of the base was massive.

Pushing yourself to your feet again, you quickly run to the emergency room, where you find two other nurses helping a man lying on the bed, which you recognize only when you get closer: the Commander, Phillip Graves, was bleeding from a stab wound at shoulder level in one of the beds in the emergency room.

You come to your senses immediately and take charge of the situation.

"Keep the pressure on - and you, get an IV, I need antibiotics and a painkiller. Where's the surgeon?" you quickly order as you start to clean the cut: it's deep, but not too much; you're pretty sure he'll survive.

"He's doing another surgery!" you hear from another nurse and curse through clenched teeth.

Freeing him from the heavy equipment, you quickly insert the IV into both arms, allowing the painkiller and antibiotic to enter his body.

Grabbing the first aid kit from another room, you quickly returned to the side of his bed and grabbed whatever was necessary to sew up the wound: you had done it many times before, but this time was almost different.

Second by second, the wound was finally closed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you once again cleaned the area to be finally bandaged.

"It was that bad?"

You almost jumped at his voice, finally meeting his piercing gaze.

You missed him.

"It was." You gave him a small smile, trying not to think about your face heating up. "It's much better now."

He hummed in response and returned to his usual behavior: he was a cold man, you never saw him smile, only bitter ones adorned his face.

But you were determined to get all the answers you wanted from him.

"Is there a reason why you always act so cold?" You asked slowly, watching him sneer at you: but you stood your ground, waiting for his answer.

And when he saw your determined look, he surrendered, much to his surprise: it was not like him to give in so quickly.

"I don't want to get close." He says slowly, choosing his words carefully. He felt different. "In this job, if you get close to someone, you're bound to lose them eventually."

You listened to his words, his tone deep and sad, his lips pulled into a sad grimace as he stares blankly at the ceiling.

A sigh escaped your lips, ignoring the pain in your chest. "You need to rest. Use the button if you need anything," you force a smile and leave his side - even if you don't want to.

You try to force yourself to leave him alone, but you've never been able to push away your feelings for him that have grown over time. Something about him attracted you, the desire to know him - the desire to really get to know him, to get over the wall he had built, to be close to him because you had grown too fond of him. His presence had always given you a sense of security that you had never had with other men before him or with anyone else. You had learned to rely on yourself as much as he did.

He had never liked the idea of showing himself to be weak or vulnerable, climbing the ranks one by one until he became Commander, no longer needing anyone close to him to make him himself.

But it became inevitable with time, and he knew it well.

And he did not understand how a medic had broken through to his heart without him even realizing it.

Some time passed, and the days went by, but your mind kept going back to Phillip lying on the hospital bed with a wound that could have killed him if no one had intervened in time.

You couldn't get him out of your mind for even a moment, and found yourself constantly searching for him with your eyes when you weren't busy with sick patients or filling out piles of paperwork.

It was as if he had left a bitter taste in your mouth, something you wanted to get rid of once and for all. You hated floating in the sea of doubt, the thousand unanswered questions you were slowly drowning in.

Your legs moved by themselves, looking lost in the nothing, the end of another day weighing on your shoulders like a rock that you simply wanted to forget, unaware of where you were going when you bumped into somebody, but ready to apologize when you realized who the person in front of you was - the Commander.

"Hi..." you try, realizing that maybe it was the right moment and that you would not be so lucky to meet him alone a second time.

"Hey." he seems nervous, you can see it in his eyes, which are wandering around except on you.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart beating hard and fast in your chest. It's now or never.

"The other day you said something about..." the words died in your throat as fear took over, making your face flush with embarrassment.

"I said I didn't want to get close to anyone," he finishes for you, finally looking directly into your eyes.

"But it can't always be like that, can it?" you try, somehow realizing that he was really close to you, feeling his gaze fixed on you, your hands shaking from the fear that was overwhelming your senses.

"People die every day," he begins, involuntarily pushing you against the wall, his nose almost brushing against yours. "I've seen too many people die before my eyes - half of them not even realizing it when a bullet went through their head. Or others who died in agony, knowing their time was coming." His lower lip trembled, his eyes filled with tears as you realized that in front of you was a man who had been hurt by too much pain and too many responsibilities that weighed on him and that he wanted to get rid of, even if only for ten minutes.

He realizes that your hands were touching him, caressing his face, while your eyes were on his own, realizing that even you had to see how death takes many people, even women or children.

Both of you witnessed the horror of war, saw too much blood in both of your hands, maybe when you tried to save someone, but did not succeed every time.

You know well that he doesn't get close to anyone, but when his lips touch yours, you understand that deep down he really wants to. And he really tries, even when your skin touches and brushes against each other, seeking a bit of comfort in each other, while outside the window the whole world is at war, breath mixing in an attempt to warm each other, to warm two hearts that have not been able to open for far too long.

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