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Ghost: You have thirty seconds to run and I already started counting
Graves: What-
Ghost: *lunges at him*
Graves: *screams*
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I'm developing an interest in barbecuing. In fact, when I get my big girl house, I want to have an underground pit in the backyard.
Now all I can think about is your friendly neighborhood asshole Graves being a damn good pitmaster and worming his way into your heart and pants with his amazing ass barbecue.
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Lend a hand
#call of duty#modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare#MWII#CoD MWII#CoD MWIII#MWIII#blender renders#Phillip Graves#Philip Graves#Shadow Company#CoD OC#OC: Jax#Jackie Ramirez#Ship: High Places#so ummmm#boys night!#are you really bfs if you're not copping a feel every chance you get
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Please please please request graves stuff
Request literally anything graves and I’ll do it, step cest, rape, cnc, breeding, IDC PLEASE JUST REQUEST GRAVES STUFF I NEED HIM.
#cod mw2#call of duty#cod x reader#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#gh0vtzb1ogz#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#call of duty x reader#call of duty smut#graves cod#graves call of duty#philip graves x you#philip graves x reader#graves smut#graves x reader#phillip graves
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Imagine: You try to apologize to Graves (negative ending)
“Mr. Graves!” you called out as you chased after him down the empty corridor of the base, your heels clicking loudly on the worn cement floor. You had to do this before your courage could pack its bags and flee with a one-way ticket to Hawaii.
Phillip Graves hesitated, half inside his assigned room already. He glanced around quickly and cautiously, checking for witnesses, before finally settling on you as you stopped just shy of his door. “Yes, what can I do for you?” he asked with cool politeness that did not meet his eyes one bit.
Trying your best not to be cowed by the carefully managed anger that simmered beneath his words, you got straight to it. “Do you have a moment? Please, I want to apologize for…earlier.”
Graves' dark blonde brows raised as he considered the obviously unwelcome request. “You have sixty seconds," he said as stepped fully into his room and motioned for you to follow. "Make ‘em count.”
This made you hesitate. You had expected to speak to him out here, where a witness could easily be called out to if the conversation went south. You did not expect to be invited into the ominous privacy of his temporary bedroom. Judging by the almost smug expression on his disarmingly handsome face, it was clear he knew this. He was testing you.
Fine then. Test away. The sooner this was over, the better.
Bolder than you felt, you stepped into the room, forced to brush rather intimately past him as he refused to budge from his position. It was only once you were fully inside that he stepped back and closed the door. “Fifty seconds.”
Bastard.
Heart hammering in your chest, you tried to ignore the closed door and instead looked directly up at him as you offered a very rehearsed apology. “Mr. Graves, I apologize for my behavior early. It was inappropriate, and though I am not military, it was insubordinate. Truly, I am sorry. It will not happen again.”
Graves listened as you spoke, sharp blue eyes never leaving your own. “Apology accepted,” he said with a slight grin. He took a step closer, forcing you to take back. This repeated until your back was against the wall. Stepping right into your space, he leaned forward, face close to yours. “However, it is very important that you listen to what I’m about to say, and take it to heart darlin’.”
Without warning he lashed out and took hold of your jaw tightly, slamming the back of your head into the wall. Ignoring your pained cry, he leaned in until his lips were barely an inch from yours, cold eyes drilling into you. “I don’t give two shits about your ‘civilian status’, don’t you ever speak to me like that in front of my men again. Do you understand me?”
Terrified and certain he would crack your jaw if he held it any longer, you tried to nod your head. “Yes, I understand,” you whimpered out, traitorous tears pooling in your eyes, betraying your fear. You tried to blink them away.
Far from satisfied, he pressed you mercilessly into the wall with his own hard body, grip on your jaw tightening. “Yes what?”
Trembling as he pushed a knee between your legs, you managed to stammer out, “Yes sir, I understand sir.”
He held you there still, body pressed fully into yours, grip tightening further until you were certain he meant to maim you, only to release you after a minute. He patted your aching cheek almost affectionately, thumb brushing your lips gently as he smiled down at you now. “Don’t you ever forget it, sweetheart. You can close the door on your way out.”
#cod#call of duty#call of duty imagines#phillip graves#graves#graves x reader#shadow company#cod mw2#cod mw3
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pov: you are at the Shadow Company base
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how the mw2 boys finger you ଘ(*. .)
tags [cod characters x fem reader] fingering, cunnilingus, kissing, cumplay, dirty talk
wc 280 [headcanons]
a/n pure filth but whatever. bring back fingering. it's a lost art!
[ghost]
simon's so fucking obsessive that he's most likely to use his fingers after you've got his cum dripping out of you. has a slight breeding kink and is entirely unashamed about it.
will literally rub his own cum in circles against your worn out and overstimulated g-spot. "atta girl, princess."
dissatisfied until you're babbling into his neck.
[könig]
loves you laid on your back, one of your thighs bent up to your chest while his fingers grind in and out of you. always massages your clit with his thumb.
very romantic with it— kisses you deep and prods his tongue against yours. when you can no longer focus on kissing back, he's moved down to suck your tits.
so, so wet and sticky. his hands are huge and you swear your lower stomach bulges a bit just from two fingers alone.
[graves]
graves is an asshole and primarily uses fingering to tease you. "want my cock, pretty girl? too bad, take it."
he has too much fun. says he'll consider fucking you properly after you cum on his hand once... or twice...
[soap]
honestly, soap is an eater and sometimes forgets to use his fingers, too busy with his head between your thighs, cheeks red hot.
but when he remembers, god he's obsessed. absolutely abuses your insides while mumbling soft praises against your ear. uses so much spit.
[gaz]
from-the-back professional. discovered it gives him easy access to your g-spot and never turned back.
super slow and purposeful with his movements. he'll stay clothed, pressed against your backside, fully focused on pleasing you.
doesn't care if your wetness dribbles all over him. probably huffs out something so unfiltered. "this pussy's fucking drooling for me, isn't it?"
#⊹𓏲 mooncanon#cod headcanons#cod x reader#cod smut#call of duty smut#call of duty x reader#simon ghost riley#könig#phillip graves#soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#könig smut#könig x reader
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i think if roach was in the mw reboot, all of the shit with graves betrayal just wouldn’t have happened for no reason other than the fact that roach and graves would’ve been too busy fighting over being the token american southerner.
like graves is the old money “wealthy suburb with an acre front yard in texas” type southern where as roach is the florida man “everything’s legal if you can run fast enough” type southern.
graves makes fun of roach for growing up in the sticks and roach makes fun of graves for never having done a hard days work a day in his life. they sound like two red dead redemption npcs. no one can figure out what they’re saying.
the feud over how much sugar goes in a gallon of sweet tea could’ve lasted days, but ghost made a comment about all sweet tea being an abomination which made them unite under a common enemy.
price thanks him for getting them to stop. ghost is trying to get his pillow unstuck from the ceiling so he can sleep. he does not know what feud price is talking about.
#roach is a god damn florida man and i will die on that hill#roach cod#roach call of duty#gary roach sanderson#phillip graves#call of duty#queue#eventually they bond over their astonishment at an average wifi connection and complaining about racist relatives#everyone breathes a sigh of relief#also it doesn’t apply here in the slightest but teenaged rich boy graves stole a neighbor’s dog because they were mistreating it
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Hi there, i’m searching for #artmoots, I do mostly COD characters and theirs voice actors and Inglorious Basterds fanart ! I’m not a professional in digital art, either in paper but i’m more comfortable with a pen and a sketchbook 💞 reblog appreciated !!
#art#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod#phillip graves#commander phillip graves#warren kole#my art#digital art#procreate#art moots
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Do you have any Graves petre HC?
Cos im thinking Puppy with attachment issues
Oh LOTS of attachment issues.
As we have seen.. ahem insane loyalty ahem
He gives me "I'll wait at the door for you no matter how many times you kick me away from it" vibes
BUT YES HEADCANONS
Petre Graves HCs!!
•Big BIG attachment issues. Hidden, but not very well. He really wishes he could latch onto someone but he can't. it fulfills his puppy brain to follow someone around and protect them, if no one suspects anything
•Bites and chews on a lot of things. His pen caps aren't safe when he doesn't realize he's regressing.
•Gets some kind of dysphoria about not having a tail or ears when he pet regresses! He wants to 'look right'. Something feels like it's missing :(
•He wants to be LOUD. He likes to be loud. Barking, whining, shaking toys... He loves to play like that.
•He can be kind of territorial. If he's just made his 'nest' on his bed, he will not let anyone get close. Because it's perfect and his day will be ruined if it gets fucked up
•A few shadows know something is off with their commander by the way he chooses to follow them around most consistently. They're the group he feels safe with (he won't say it)
•Reacts like a kicked dog when something bad happens :(( usually minor inconveniences
•Whiney!! He wants attention that he can't have!
•Honestly? So much guilt. He doesn't want to do things that are 'wrong' or 'bad'. He thinks he is bad because of how he regresses </3
•He tries to be secretive. He doesn't know what Shepherd would do with the information that he can be so easily manipulated by the attention and affection. He doesn't want to know what he'd do for it.
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COD NASCAR/FORMULA ONE AU
PLEASE LEAVE MORE IDEAS! I HAVE REQUESTS OPEN!
If you've found content for this please tell me but imagine the 141, Los Vaqueros, Ghosts, Kortac, and even Atlas as all these different race car teams/companies. That would honestly be pretty dope, no lie.
You have Price as a crew chief, he used to race but now is a coach for the others. Johnny and Kyle are both drivers. Simon is the crew chief for Soap when he's racing and Price is Kyle's.
Alex is Farah's coach, and Farah is one of the few female drivers. Farah used to race with Price, but he called it quits. Farah came to him to ask him to be her coach but Price told her she was fine, and that he had nothing he could teach her. After a crash on the circuit, Alex lost his leg and decided to coach Farah, wanting to offer his help and remain in the game somewhat.
Rudolfo is the crew chief for Alejandro, and in this AU I'm going with the concept of Valeria actually working with them rather than against them. There have definitely been some moments where Alejandro and Valeria have collided on the track but those are legitimate mistakes (I've seen this happen in Formula One).
Elias is the coach and crew chief for the ghosts. Keegan, Merrick and whoever else (don't know all of their names) are the pit crew and they are remarkable when it comes to pit stops, holding some pretty high records. Hesh and Logan are both drivers. One day while on the practice track, they discovered a stray dog, Riley and made him their mascot. Fans often mention the adorable German shepherd stickers that are on the cars.
Shadow company also have a team, with Graves often approaching Farah to join his team. While Farah respects him she remains on her own team. Graves gives Farah a run for her money though, not holding anything back to the point it becomes a bit of a rivalry. As for Kyle and Johnny... Graves was convinced by his manager to cause a collision, wanting "shock factor" on the track. Graves has since fired that manager, knowing he was capable of much better than that. Kyle and Johnny try to avoid him on the track.
Atlas is like that one company from Cars 3 where they have all the highly advanced technology going on. They want to "improve" racing, but none of the other teams go for it. Unfortunately, Will dies in a crash. Jack takes over but eventually becomes independent, forming a team of his own with people he actually trusts.
This idea came to me because I recently got training in the tire shop at my work. Started with me just removing bolts from tires, and then imagining Alejandro as a formula one racer and it going on from there.
I might write stuff about this, feel free to request fanfics.
#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#hesh walker#logan walker#elias walker#cod au#alejandro vargas#rudolfo parra#valeria garza#Will Irons#jack mitchell#nascar#farah karim#alex keller#formula one#racing au#riley the dog#phillip graves
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Ghost: I’m going to use your neck as a stress toy and squeeze until your eyes pop out of your skull
Graves: I-
Nik: Careful, he’ll enjoy it
Graves: NIK
Ghost: NO- *gags loudly*
Nik: He really enjoys it when you-
Graves, slapping a hand over his mouth while bright red: SHUT UP-
#nik lacks a filter plus he has no shame#call of duty#modern warfare#simon ghost riley#phillip graves#cod nikolai#incorrect quotes#nikgraves
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Incorrect CoD Quotes #8
*Soap grabs a balloon filled with helium and inhales*
Price: Oh god not again!
Soap: HOW Are unicorns fake but a giraffe is real!?
Ghost: WHAT?
Soap: Like, what’s more believable?
Gaz: Where are you going with this?
Soap: A horse with a horn *aggressively claps on “horn”* ORRRRR a leopard moose camel with a 40 foot NECK?
Sherlock: I work with idiots 😑
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Ghost: Does anyone else think…
Soap: That’s dangerous.
Ghost: That some people… just need a high five…
Price: That’s nice, Simon.
Ghost: In the head…
Roach: Yassss
Ghost: With a chair?
Gaz: Why are you like this?
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Ghost: Okay, what does A stand for?
Roach: Arson.
Ghost: Aww you’re so good.
Soap: Okay B. What does B stand for?
Roach: Barson.
*Soap laughs*
Gaz: What stands for C?
Roach: Commit arson.
Ghost: Ooooooh!
Price: D!?
*Roach looks at Price and smiles*
Price, thinking: Please be normal.
Roach: Don’t come near me… I’m going to commit ARSON!!!!
*everyone else laughs*
Price, sarcastic: I raised him real well.
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Sherlock: How did you take down Captain America?
Ghost, using a terrible German accent: Ve shot him in ze legs because his shield is ze size of a dinner plate.
König, overhears Ghost: …Fick dich🖕(“Fuck you” in German)
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Ghost: Umm, do you have a pencil by any chance?
Rudy: No, but I have a knife…
Ghost: What-what?
Rudy: And I know how to cut a bitch… *whispers* Try me
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*Rudy cooking in the kitchen*
Alejandro, walking in: Hey mi amor?
Rudy: ahuh?
Alejandro: If somebody told you they’d give you a million dollars for knocking me out, what would you do?
*Rudy immediately slaps Alejandro with a frying pan*
Rudy: Where’s my money?
Alejandro, on the floor: 😵💫
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Roach, singing for Sherlock: Somebody come get her, she’s fucking up my dinner~
*Sherlock throws a plate at and he falls down*
Sherlock, singing for Roach: Somebody come get him, before I fucking end him!~
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Nikolai: There’s a spider!
Laswell: So what do you me to do?!
Nikolai: KILL IT!
Laswell: YOU SAW IT FIRST!
Nikolai: YOU KILL IT!
Laswell: You’re the man!!
Nikolai: Since when?!
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Stupid-drunk!Roach to Sherlock: You so crazy… I think I wanna have your babies.
Sherlock: 😐
Gaz, thinking: I don’t know if I should be confused or just jealous.
Soap, just confused: How would that even work?
Ghost : I think it’s time for you to go to sleep, Roach.
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Sherlock: Listen. Am I the most attractive person in the world?
Soap: Is this a trick question?
Sherlock: No. But do I have a great personality?
Price: *face palms*
Sherlock: Also no. But do I wake up every morning and try to be the best person I can be?
Ghost, has only heard the first half of this bit before: I actually don’t know this one…
Sherlock: No.
Nikolai: …Sweetie, did Ghost get to you?
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Price : Repeat after me: I can do this!
Nikolai: I can do this.
Price: I’m ready to burn some calories!
Nikolai: I’m ready to burn some calories.
Price: I’m done eating fast food and drinking alcohol.
Nikolai: …I’m ready to burn some calories.
Price: Alright, let’s get started!
———
Soap, Gaz, Ghost: Ahhh
Soap: We’re d-d-d driving in a-
Gaz: Car! Destination drug dealer’s-
Ghost: Bar! Pass the mic over to Price-!
Soap: Shit, we forgot Price.
Ghost: …But we can’t turn back because we’ve too far!
Gaz: We have to turn back, though. We can’t leave him.
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Alejandro: You eat so fucking gross, Graves. Do you eat like that on dates?
Graves, cheeks puffed up with meatballs and marinara sauce on his face: …I don’t go on dates.
Alejandro: Exactly. There’s a reason why no one takes you on dates.
Graves: Well damn! Who hurt you today?
Alejandro: Bitch nobody.
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Graves: Hey, Sergeant. …Soap.
Soap: What?
Graves: *hands Soap a coffee cup* Try this coffee and tell me what it tastes like.
Soap: *takes the cup and gives it a sip* Hazelnut?
Graves: I don’t know, I found it in the garbage.
*Soap tries to spit it out*
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Gaz: Nikolai, what’s wrong with Sherlock? She seems angry.
Nikolai: She’s totally fine.
Gaz: Okay? Well, where’s Graves?
Sherlock, walking into the room: Maybe he got sick… or went missing… OR GOT HIT BY A BUS!!
Gaz: 🙊
*Sherlock leaves the room*
Gaz: Totally fine, huh?
Nikolai: Yeah… Totally fine.
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Nikolai: So, the man that tried to kill you - what did he look like?
Sherlock: He was so hot. It was crazy.
Price: O-ok. But what did he look like?
Sherlock: I mean where should I start? Uh, he was tall, you know, maybe 6’3” or 6”4”? Uh absolutely just jaaacked! But not like scary-body-builder jacked. Like, he was ripped but he still had a soft touch. You could totally fall asleep in his arms.
Price: Alright what did his face look like??
Sherlock: Well- uh- y’know Brad Pitt?
Price: Yeah?
Sherlock: Forget Brad Pitt. This guy was hotter.
Nikolai: Hotter than Brad Pitt??
Sherlock: Hotter than Bradley Joseph Pitt.
Soap: That’s crazy!
Sherlock: I would pay money to gaze into those eyes again.
Gaz: Even after he tried to kill you?
Sherlock: I almost wish he’d stabbed me to death and took his time doing it just so the last thing I saw could’ve been those ocean blue eyes.
Ghost: I’m getting a little hot just off your description so I can only imagine how it felt to be there!
Sherlock: Insane.
Gaz: Gosh I can’t believe he was hotter than Brad Pitt.
Ghost: Hey, what did she say about Brad Pitt?
Gaz: Oh, shoot! I-I-I-I I’m sorry!
Soap: Yeah, forget Brad Pitt!
Gaz: Done! Forgotten! Who is he?
Ghost: He doesn’t exist.
Soap: He’s gone.
Gaz: Bradley David Pitt is no more.
Sherlock: Good!
Price and Nikolai: 😑
(Note: Sorry there was no post yesterday! There will be more later, promise!)
#call of duty#incorrect cod quotes#inspired by youtube#john soap mactavish#captain john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#call of duty oc#cod sherlock#chimera sherlock#gary roach sanderson#rudolfo parra#alejandro vargas#cod könig#kate laswell#cod nikolai#phillip graves
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Easy darlin’. Masters of horror, the following series/ GRAVES X FTM READER
This au is based of ‘masters of horror’ episode 11 and ‘the following’.
Disclaimer; I will not be doing daily writing unless I know I can. Rn I am struggling to find a good pace, please give me grace.
Notes; kidnapping, knife/gun play, bondage, cuts, gagging, tape, overstimulation, transphobia, misogyny, mocking, RAPE/NON CON, marking/biting, forced makeup (smearing lipstick forcefully on you), nipple pinching, forced feminization, age gap (19 - 45), baby trapping(?)
This will not be accurate to said episode or series.
Info on this au; graves is a police officer and murderer who picks you up, why exactly? Find out.
You were sitting on a bus, a brown jacket hugging your body, some wranglers resting upon your hips. They hugged your body in every way they should’ve. You looked so handsome, could barely tell you weren’t biologically a boy until it came to your medium length hair. You liked it though, it wasn’t a big deal, nothing super scary or anything!
Your body ached, you had been on the road for days, hopping on and off buses, trying to get hotels with the little money you had, it was either that or food. You preferred food, of course learning how to live in the forest was hard, especially in this county. It was scary, men were too rough around here, always having their eyes open for pretty things.
Graves was gripping his steering wheel, his hands wrapping around it tightly as his truck drove down the road, his cowboy hat sat in the passenger seat, awaiting to be on his head, protecting his blonde hair. He had a warm duster wrapped around his body, covering his shirt and his waist, a hum leaving his lips as his fingers moved anxiously.
He needed to find something soon before he lost it, I mean he didn’t ever see stragglers until his truck slowed down, a bus lied ahead, completely broken down on the side of the road, 5 people stood by the bus, and one was walking up the road. He seemed to be most interested with the person walking away, smart aren’t they. Wondering on a lonely rode, graves could pull over, drag him in and rape him if he really wanted too.
Graves truck pulled to a stop as he watched you walk up to his truck, your eyes narrowing as you watched his friendly smile on his face, a thick country accent filling his voice. “Can I help? Where you headin? I’m sure I can take you there, it’s a long walk before any civilization hon.” He spoke in a sweet and welcoming tone, a click of a button caught your attention, graves had unlocked the door, he was really expecting you to get in. Maybe you should, this stranger seemed nice.
“How do I know you ain’t gonna like, molest me sir. Dangerous country around here I’ve heard.” You spoke softly, leaning against the rolled down window of his truck as graves watched you with a smirk, you had no clue what was coming. No clue this stranger would strap you to a bed and go fucking wild. Just to hear your petrified moans of pain.
Even if you were dressed like a man, which graves found to be a turn off in his own eyes. He’d take your clothes off and get you back into your comfort zone, you’d learn that he’s what you’d want. Even if you can’t kick or cry away from him, he didn’t care. You’d become what he wanted. Not what you wanted, you already had your chance with that, and you’d clearly failed.
As you leaned over to talk to the stranger, he got a good look down your shirt, seeing your perfect tits. Why would you hide these? They were perfect. He wanted to fondle and grab at your soft and plump fat that laid upon your chest, he’d touch until he was tired, graves was too rough to care whatever you thought.
His eyes trailed back up to your face, unlocking the car once more to try and signal you in. This time it worked, you crawled into the seat and picked up his hat, placing it on your own lap and buckling yourself in. The click of the seatbelt made you soothe almost immediately, your driver shot a toothy grin to you. He wasn’t gonna touch you yet, it would be wrong too. You’d scare easily, he could tell you were a jumpy little fucker. Which would definitely bring a challenge to him.
“Now, what were ya doin all the way out here hm? Definitely doesn’t seem like your type of place sweetheart.” He slowly let the sweetheart roll off his tongue, it felt almost natural when speaking to you. Especially now that he knew taking you to a motel would be worth it. Even if you don’t let him in, he’d just sneak through the window. Plus you didn’t look like you had much money.
“I was just exploring some country, the bus broke down, I was headed more up north, maybe in search of work.” He wrapped his arms around his own body, trying to put up a way of defense, showing he didn’t want to be touched, especially not by this strange man. He smirked, his eyes trailing down your body. He couldn’t wait to get your pants off, teach you what your body wants. How it should be treated, that it wasn’t your own. Nothing was your own, not to him. Graves would teach you that you were his thing to play with and train.
“You seem awful shy, why’s that darling? Nervous?” He grabbed your thigh with a firm grasp. Trying to make sure you couldn’t pull away from him, his grasp was rough and tight. Nails practically digging into your thigh to keep you in place, his grin lair rest upon his face still, his eyes lingering onto your body as his hand moved further up.
“Pull over I wanna get out.” You suddenly interjected his touch. Pulling your leg away and glaring at him, you sure as hell weren’t friendly. Especially when a complete stranger was gripping and groping you.
“No, no. I’ll drive you to a motel, chill out. You’re being dramatic boy.” He spat, watching as you practically curled up as far away from him as you could. Like he had some sort of plague or illness. You didn’t want to say anything else to him, I mean you didn’t have all the time in a he world to let this man grab at you, nor did you invite him to touch on you.
It was embarrassing to sit by him, especially after he groped or attempted to. His truck sped down the road, the surrounding area just turning into flashes of green and whites, the fog covering the surrounding forests. The blonde male looked fii oh you every second or so, he was trying to think of what to say, I mean he’d already freaked you out, maybe he would just take you to the motel and sneak into your room.
If anyone hears you moan and cry, they’d just think you’re getting your brains fucked out. I’m sure it happens at little places like this all the time. Some couple gets lonely and decides they’ll fuck eachothers brains out in the safety of a closed environment.
A sign appeared on the road just a bit ahead, it read ‘beach grove motel’ sounded like a calm and quiet peaceful place to relax for the night, then you were on your feet again, traveling god knows where. A hum left his lips once more as his truck sputtered to a stop infront of the cozy little place, his eyes lingering on your body. He couldn’t just let you go, not this time. He’s let countless of little catches go when he couldn’t had them to himself. You grabbed your stuff and climbed out of the vehicle.
Your boots hit the ground below you as quickly moved towards the entrance of the motel. You didn’t dare turn to meet his threatening eyes, he was preying down upon you. He parked in a nearby forest, his eyes watching as you entered your room. He’d find a way into your room. Graves moved around the back of the motel, pressing up against the wall and staring at the window which lead into your bathroom.
You stood in your room, the bed was surprisingly comfortable, the room had a decent shower with warm water, maybe you’d take a shower! It was probably better after walking most of the day except for when that guy picked you up,, that fuckin freak. Your hands went to your belt, holding onto the buckle and undoing your belt, letting your pants drop to the floor below you as you step out of your boots. Now just standing in a shirt and your panties. Even if you tired to appear manly, you ended up in your panties and I bra when without your clothes. You slid your shirt and bra off, trailing into the bathroom and starting a warm shower.
Graves looked through the window, his eyes scanning over your naked body, the glass was tinted a weird way, then he saw you quickly leave the room. His head tilting with curiosity as he moved towards the front of the building. You were standing infront of a vending machine, a large shirt over your body and some panties which were barely poking out. It seemed to have jammed, you hit the machine with an annoyed grunt.
The man took this moment to step beside you, hitting the machines glass much harder. You jumped out of fear. His hand resting on the spot where he hit, your candy bar fell almost too perfectly down to the bottom. He smirked at you playfully, “guess we meet again hm?” He sung out tauntingly. Graves loved the way you stared at him, horrified.
He hummed out once more, “you look much better without those boyish clothes. But, any girl looks better in what they should actually be wearin’ don’t they?” He stepped forward, in repulsiveness you stepped back, sliding your hand into the vending machine and moving back towards your room.
“I’m gonna go call my boyfriend and shower. Thanks, for getting it out.” You didn’t have a boyfriend but you needed him to get off your ass, you disappeared back into your room, quickly shutting your door and locking it. You removed your shirt and panties and went back to your shower, the warm fog that collected in the room welcomed you, your nipples softening as you stepped into the warm water, the drops of the broiling water dripping down your chest, then to your stomach and between your thighs, a whine of sorrow leaving your lips as the steaming liquid met your cunt.
It went back to dripping down your long legs, a shiver of embarrassment leaving you as you let your body warm up underneath the heavenly shower, graves sat propped outside the window, his eyes never faltering from their place on you. He couldn’t wait any longer, the male propped the window open, sneaking into your room without alerting you. He was good at lowering himself down onto the tile of the bathroom, he quickly pulled out his knife, creeping closer to the shower with careful, plotted steps. He grunted underneath his breath. His hands wrapping around your face as he covers your mouth. You immediately freak out in protest.
He chuckled with an amused hum, you looked so pretty with panic on your face. Pulling you out of the shower and dragging you onto the bed, he wasn’t gentle in any way. All he could think about was claiming what he wanted, especially from a pretty little thing like you. Graves slammed you down upon the bed, listening to your frantic scream of pain, and fear. How your voice tore through the room’s silence.
“Don’t. Dont do that, cmon dear you don’t wanna end up with your throat slit do you? Or run out of the room and let everyone see what you’re ashamed of hm?” He taunted, seeing that look of failure in your eyes. He was right and you knew it. Graves knew you’d comply right up until he fucks you, he watched the fear in your eyes, the way you taunted him with that afraid look. He wanted to stare into your horrified eyes forever.
A tsk left his mouth as he shoved you down into the bed more, grabbing some duck tape and taping you to the headboard. He wanted to watch you squeal and cry. The blonde smiled, grabbing a piece of duck tape and covering your mouth with it. His eyes narrowed with enjoyment, “now that’s the pretty girl I’ve always wanted. You know pretty little things like yourself go missing all the time, and who comes looking? Nobody.” He taunted, cupping your face with his hand.
“You’d look better with some pretty lipstick you know? Most ladies do.” He rambled on, grabbing your face and some lipstick, smearing it over your tape covered lips. The red makeup staining the duck tape that firmly kept your mouth shut, you were lucky to have him at this point. It could have been some deranged man who wanted to murder you! Graves wrapped his rough hands around your neck. His hands knew no gentleness or love, no feeling of calmness or home. He wanted to strangle you right here and now but he couldn’t.
As much as your fear brought him pure ecstasy. He couldn’t apply more pressure, he just wanted to ruin you. Why was that? Why did he desire to use you but not kill you. He’s killed so much people before, he was used to slashing throats and leaving them in a ditch to die alone. How were you different.
Graves stared down at you frustrated, his hands loosened around your neck before ultimately letting go of your neck. Seeing the red marks that littered it, he removed his duster, throwing it to the side along with his hoodie and his shirt. He was built, muscles littering his body as you admired his chest, his stomach, his arms. You didn’t know any better in this moment, it was your deranged way of coping. Graves bit on his lip, sucking on it for a second and then shifting his attention back to you.
He undid his belt, letting his pants fall to his ankles and stepping out of them. His boxers clung around his bulge. He put his palm over it, rubbing himself through his boxers. He didn’t kill for pleasure, he killed because he didn’t know any better. All he could think of now was you and him, a little life he’d build with you, how he’d isolate you from everything and keep you as his wife.
Sure nobody would find you, nobody would ever understand him, or his ways. He’d cover every track about you and let your case grow cold.
Graves spread your legs apart, pulling down his navy blue boxers and stepping out of those, a smirk on his face as he watched yours grow in horror. His cock was massive! Not like you’ve ever taken one but from the porn you’ve seen, he was definitely above average. You swallowed the spit that was sitting in your mouth anxiously, watching as the blonde moved closer and closer, his hand wrapped over his tip as his eyes locked onto your heat. His frontal teeth digging into his lip as he got between your legs.
Frantic cries and sobs of concern leaving you as he moved closer and closer, preying down upon you. You were nothing but prey to him and it drove graves feral. His hands gripped your thighs and parted them without a second thought.
“Yknow im a sheriff darlin? I’m sure that’s quite the news to you. But you’re gonna be staying with me, maybe you’ll have my son. I’ll teach him to be just like his daddy hm? A monster of a child. Sounds real interestin don’t it. Darling.” He grabbed a blade from the bedside table that was probably older then you, how much condoms or drugs it’s seen must be a large number of them. How much families or men like graves have slept by it. Graves brushed the blade against your cheek, letting the curved tip cut into your plump skin as he pushed his tip against your cunt.
The cut man slammed his tip into you, feeling your gummy walls clamp and stretch around his cock. The deja vu hitting him as he’s always dreamed of this moment. Of making love to someone like yourself. Teaching you all you needed was him, he shoved deeper into you. Your screamish moans muffled from the grey tape that covered your pretty lips. The way your eyes shamefully rolled back in pain and pleasure. Your body ached like no other, all Philip could think of was the way you shook as he shoved his lengthy and girthy cock into you.
He felt so blessed to be the first one to deflower you. He loved how horrified you look, you couldn’t bark back in protest, all you could do was take his cock as you were supposed to. Like your bodies intended use was for. He wanted to pump you full of his cum and let you suffer the consequences.
He’d make you live with his fucking child, he’d make you stare at your baby and remember it’s a child of rape. It’s a child you never wanted, your body didn’t want it, yet it’ll feed and support the baby.
Graves rolled his hips aggressively, his cock throbbing in and out of your cunt, your velvet walls tightening around him as you involuntarily let him. Blood staining his throbbing cock. It twitched every time your cunt tried to adjust to his massive cock.
He panted like a fucking mutt his hands desperately grabbing at your hips and letting his finger nails dig into your soft fat. He didn’t stop himself from letting out all his anger out on you. Every once of frustration and lust he’s ever experienced made its way into the sex you were having, his cock bobbed in and out of you, you could feel every vein along his girth as he stared down at you.
You looked so overworked as he pounded into you, you shouldn’t have ever gotten in his truck. This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed with the bus. But you thought you were too good, you weren’t though. If you were good enough you wouldn’t be getting raped, only dumb girls get raped. You couldn’t even consider yourself a man at this point. Not after all the beating down and after the rape, you were just a defenseless girl.
Graves hands squeezed at your boobs, his cock thrusting deeper into you, his blissful grunts filling your ears along with your own heartbeat. You felt like puking and it was so hard to even think. The air around you both was hot and unpleasant to breathe in. The blondes hips moved forward a few more times before his thrusts got sloppy, he breathed heavily before cumming directly into your cervix. Leaving his cock inside you to hopefully shove it deeper. He wanted to get you pregnant.
He wanted to force you to have his child. Graves grabbed your teary face, watching your puffy cheeks that were stained with tears, your sore and puffy cunt was neatly wrapped around his cock. Just how god intended it to be, the way you were supposed to be.
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A year in the future.
Graves hand was on your thigh, a little boy sat in the backseat, kicking his legs and giggling. Graves smiled at you, leaning over at he kissing your cheek. “You know you’ll have to go back to the basement after this drive right? You’re only getting this because you gave me a strong and healthy boy.” His hand squeezed at the flesh on your thigh. The look on his face was the same one he met you with, just this time you were trapped. He’d take away your son if you ever tried to misbehave or leave. That was your fault though. You were the dumb girl who got raped, you could report him. But then again, you were the dumb little girl who was taken advantage of by the town sheriff. Who was definitely loved more than you were.
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Lmk if I should make this into a series, regular posts should start back up again soon. I have been completely focused on this.
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MW2 Reaction To You Being Their Controversially Young Girlfriend
Warnings: Implied Smut, Legal Age Gap, Age Gap Relationships, Daddy Kink, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Possessive MW2, Degradation, Mention of Corruption, Mentions of Innocence, Mentions of Naivety, Praise Kink (M Giving), Implied Choking Kink, Angry Sex, Groping, Brat Taming, Man Handling/Woman Handling, Dumbification Kink, Gentle MW2, Rough MW2, Self-Consciousness, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Insecurity, Profanity, Pet Names, Fem Pronouns Used For Reader.
Ghost
Pretends he doesn’t care about the age gap, but he secretly does.
You’d never know it, but he worries that he’s roping you into a relationship – a long-term one at that – when you should be out, meeting guys, gaining life experience.
He also fears that, in some way, he’s corrupting you, that his selfish desire to keep you close to him will lead to you being targeted or you eventually resenting him.
It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him otherwise, he’s still going to worry about you.
There are a few ways you can put his mind at ease, though. Namely of the bedroom variety.
More on this later 👀.
He spoils you silly, absolutely rotten. Anything that catches that pretty little eye of yours and he’s already got it gift wrapped. He feels it’s the least he can do after you’ve shown him that life isn’t just an endless cycle of suffering – an infinitum of anguish – that he does deserve happiness and a chance at love.
Very gentle during sex. Unless you ask him not to be.
Expect a lot of praise in bed.
Many a night have you found yourself pinned under Simon, his mouth to your ear as he pants, moaning, telling you how you’re “Such a good girl, taking me so well,” while he fills you with long, languid strokes.
Other times, he’s not so gentle.
Oftentimes, usually as a result of purposefully making Ghost jealous, have you been pinned against a hard surface – one of convenience rather than comfort – with Simon at your back, the tent in his pants catching you.
His voice is deep, husking and carnal as he reminds you who you belong to.
“Like having your pretty little cunt ravaged by an older man, don’t you, Love.”
He’s very protective of you.
He sometimes construes your young age as innocence, naivete. Hence, he never lets you out of his sight when you’re out together.
Scary dog privileges.
Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most minimal of things to make him melt, to become a slave to his adoration for you.
That being said, he’s paranoid that one day you’ll see him as he views himself and leave him for someone better – someone you deserve. Someone younger.
He’s damaged goods, you still have your whole life to live. And yet you stay with him, promise him that he’s the only man you’ll ever love.
As stated earlier, Simon can be persuaded of your dedication to him via special, particular means.
However, if you play into his insecurities, even to get a rise out of him, he’ll pounce on you, grab your wrists and pin you to a wall, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him.
And, beneath dark lashes and darker eyes, he makes a promise to you.
“Oh, you think a younger lover can pleasure you like I can?” he says, his head tilting. “Don’t you worry, Darling. I’ll fuck that idea outta that pretty little head of yours until the only thing rattling around in there is me.”
König
Somewhat insecure in your relationship. Especially when he gets disapproving glances and glares from passers-by when they note the very obvious age difference between the two of you.
But, his love for you can overcome any measure of anguish, social or otherwise.
He’s the gentlest giant you could ever hope to meet, both in and out of bed.
When he feels like it.
He treats you like you’re innocent and pure, shielding your eyes from graphic scenes on TV and gruesome stories in the newspaper.
Sometimes he has to remind himself that you’re a fully-grown woman, even if you are younger than him.
You send him absolutely feral whenever you wear his clothes btw.
Seeing as any one of his shirts could be your nightdress, he calls you his “Minnie Maus”, and treats you as such.
Pls sit on his lap, he’ll only be able to die happy once you do.
He fears judgement from others whenever you enact PDA, so to make up for his lack of willing to be physical with you in public, there isn’t a moment where you’re without him at home.
Extended periods of time in your presence tend to send him a bit…funny.
A little bit silly.
And by silly, I mean there’s a single thread of humanity keeping him from tearing your clothes off at any given second.
Especially if he’s seen a younger guy looking at you earlier in the day.
One of the few times he’ll get physical with you in public is whenever he catches someone looking at you with a glaze over their eyes he knows all too well.
He approaches you from behind, slipping a pythonic arm about your waist and pulling you into him.
Only now does your admirer look away, leave the premises entirely, once they catch sight of König’s gargantuan proportions and the rabid look in his eye.
Once you get home, he’s on you before you can even shut the door.
It’s times like these that König doesn’t feel insecure about the age gap between you.
Because he knows, no matter how little you’re willing to admit it, that nobody will ever be able to make you scream and cry and tremble like he can.
“Did you like that boy’s attention earlier, Maus?” he says, his eyes cattish and voice serpentine. He bears down on you, his hand about your throat as the other travels under your skirt.
“Is my love not enough? Are my affections wasted on you?”
His eyes glint in the dim light of the bedroom. His teeth look sharper – primal – in the low glow of the bedside lamp.
“No matter. I’ll make you remember how much you need me,” he presses into you. The bulge between his legs feels far too big for you to take.
“Inch by bloody inch.”
Valeria
You’re her little Angel, her Goddess, the light of her life and her reason for living.
That does not exempt you from her teasing, however.
Sexual or otherwise.
She’s particularly fond of randomly grabbing your backside when she’s walking past, or smacking it so hard that you yelp and she’s grinning from ear to ear.
Even if you use your puppy-dog eyes on her, disobedience is not accepted under her roof.
In fact, trying to wriggle out of any punishment she has planned is enough to make her grab you and pin you to a wall, her grip unrelenting as she sucks and bites your neck, leaving harsh red marks and a sense of helplessness as she does what she pleases with you.
“Don’t go fucking around behind my back again, Chiquita,” she tells you, her nose touching yours and her eyes black. She brings her knee between your legs, pressing into you.
“Or next time I won’t just stop at your throat.”
She loves dressing you up in the finest clothing money (and a ghastly reputation) can buy.
She thrives on having you hanging off her arm like a dog on a leash; she gets to show you off to her subordinates and business partners who know they’ll never even have the thought of having a chance with you entertained.
Valeria’s mood can fluctuate in bed.
Sometimes, she treats you like a common whore she found on the street, fucking every ounce of rage, hate and venom into you until some part of you’s left bleeding as Valeria’s panting on top of you, her lips to your cheeks as she kisses your tears away with a whiplash-inducing gentleness she seemed incapable of minutes ago.
Most of the time, she’s loving and kind, putting your needs above her own.
Sure, she still teases you, makes you work for her love and dedication, but you know she’d do anything for you.
You can tell in her tone as she tells you of how she would “Scorch the earth if only to find a fragment of you in the wreckage.”
You disappearing or being taken from her is her biggest fear, and at night she holds you tightly against her chest, your buffer against the world she would sooner see in flames than relinquish you to.
Price
He’s so father-coded fr.
He calls you his little girl, his Princess, Love, Darling, Dollie — anything that highlights your fragile nature.
Shows you off to his friends just so he can show them what they’re missing. He adores the feeling of you curling further into him under the eyes of his task force, the look in their eyes relating something savage, primal, as they look at your bare thighs – the pinnacle of which shadowed by John’s shirt – and watch something they can never have, never touch.
John hides his insecurity well, but he does secretly worry about the age gap.
Especially when he watches younger men looking at you in ways he does.
The difference being that, while they offered you the world and would give you nothing, you are John’s world.
When you can tell John’s feeling worried, comforting him is a surprisingly easy task.
A kiss to the temple and the promise that he’s the only man for you is usually enough to put his mind at ease and make his face break out into a smile.
On the rare occasion it isn’t, however, alternative methods are at your disposal.
E.g. screaming John’s name into the night as your nails drag down the expanse of his back, bodies scorching as he brings you to tears with his touch and his unrelenting pace.
He will absolutely hold his rank/age over you when he’s like this, no longer a point of contention or shame for him as he tells you he’s the “Only one who can make you whimper like a fuckin’ dog,”
“Such a good girl for me, my good little cocksleeve,” he rasps in your ear as he bounces you on top of him, his hands about your waist, preventing you from fleeing or falling off.
“God, you’re so beautiful — so— fuck— gorgeous.” He’s panting, gasping, growling.
“And all mine.”
Horangi
You’re the only thing that matters to him.
At this point, he only remains as a military contractor to ensure that he can keep you in the style to which you are accustomed.
Calls you 자기야 (Jagiya – Honey, Darling).
His favourite thing to do is sit you between his legs and wrap around you like armour.
In case you couldn’t tell, he’s highly protective of you.
You can make him do absolutely anything — he’s at your beck and call.
You can get him to buy you anything if you give him what he likes to call ‘kitten eyes’ eyes.
Even if you’re being a brat, he remains calm and treats you like his little angel, his sweetpea.
Unless you push him too far.
At which point, he won’t hesitate to tame you if you try your luck.
He’ll have you bent over his lap, holding you down with his forearm as he turns your thighs and backside red-raw with the slap of his belt.
“Don’t start crying now, 자기 — you brought this on yourself.”
He never fails in the aftercare department, though.
Always filling your head with words of affirmation as he bathes you, carrying you to bed and tending to your skin with soothing creams and soft touches.
Hong-jin goes super feral crazy when you call him 오빠.
A common honorific used towards any man older than the person using it.
Even if you don’t understand the implications of it, Hong-jin does. And yes, it does tend to make him a bit silly.
Silly enough to know that he’s not going to last long and needs to get home ASAP to deal with…something.
Which he also makes your problem, pressing messy, desperate kisses to your lips as he tries to get his shirt off, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing.
“I need you, (Y/N),” he says, breathless, almost growling. Yet, his eyes are wide, pleading. A doe-eyed prince with the aura of a wolf king. “And I’ll have every inch of you.”
Alejandro
Pre-established passionate lover.
One who is fiercely protective over you.
If anyone — and I mean anyone — catcalls you, makes passes at you, or even looks at you in the wrong way, Alejandro makes sure to enact righteous fury upon them.
He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re 110% satisfied, regardless of context.
You want a new wardrobe ? It’s done. A new car ? All yours. You need Alejandro now and it can’t wait ? Why, how can he say no when you whine like that, when you tug at his sleeve and tuck your head against his shoulder.
He calls you “mi Princesa” and makes sure everybody knows you’re his and he’s yours.
A thorough lover is how you might describe him.
Especially after he’s so willing to bend you against the nearest surface to get you off, no matter the time of day.
You can bring him to his knees with just a look. Turn him from the most respected soldier in his department into a feral wolf.
Which, if you play your cards right, can end very well for both of you.
Alejandro likes to play a game whenever you’re riding him.
He grabs you by your hips and anchors you on top of him.
“Let’s see how long you can hold on for, mi Corazón,” he says, flashing you a sultry smile before he’s bucking into you at the pace of a mechanical rodeo horse at full speed.
“Holding on” can mean anything from not being pounded off Ale’s hips to staving off your orgasm for as long as you can.
Failure to do either is when you see Alejandro at his most wicked. When he’s all teeth, a shark’s grin, his eyes dark and his voice low as he tells you that he needs to “Train your endurance. How else are you going to take me again, hm?”
Needless to say, you’ll be lucky to be able to get out of bed the next day.
Rodolfo
His heart beats only for you. And as a result, he treats you like royalty.
As he should.
You want it ? You got it.
In abundance.
You have the best of everything and Rudy loves nothing more than seeing your face light up when you receive one of his many gifts.
That, and having you sat on his lap, raking your fingers through his hair as he tells you about his day.
He omits the more gruesome details, fearing he’ll taint you with the blood on his hands if he doesn’t.
Speaking of lap-sitting, it’s your one-way ticket to an eventful afternoon with Rudy.
Cockwarming is his go-to, your legs wrapped about his waist as he fills out reams of paperwork, pressing kisses to your shoulder and telling you “What a good girl you’re being, mi amor,”
Be prepared for a tidal wave of praise for doing the bare minimum.
It doesn’t matter if Rudy’s topping or bottoming, he’s going to let you know how you’re making him feel, how nobody will ever ensnare him like you do.
“I love you,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded and skin glistening with sweat as you take him.
“I love you, I love you so much–” He growls, back arching into you as you catch a sensitive area. His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark.
“I’ll never let anyone else have you.”
Graves
This guy was made to have a controversially young girlfriend.
Calls you “Babydoll”, “Babygirl”, “Little Lady”, etc.
He unironically refers to himself as “Daddy”.
E.g. “You were eyein’n up that necklace for a while, Darlin’…” His hand slips to the crotch of his jeans, rocking his bulge into his palm.
“Maybe if you ask Daddy real nicely, he’ll get it for you.”
He’s actually very caring. He’d buy you the world if it meant seeing you smile.
He never expects anything from you in return.
He just can’t pass up the opportunity to have you in his arms, to touch you.
Graves can tend to go overboard with the gifts, though.
Calls you “young thing” when he’s feeling humourous.
On the flip-side, he can (and will) use your age gap against you. Like Price, but more Southern.
He’ll be very condescending when he’s mad, tending to use terms that undermine how intelligent and capable you really are.
“If you’d just listened to me and gotten it through your tiny head that I’m doing what’s best for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
On the flip-flip-side, he uses your age gap as a jumping-off point into…dubious activities.
#1 dumbification kink enjoyer.
He’s a switch with top lean, what can I say.
“Can’t do anything without me, can you, Sweetheart.” It’s not a question. His eyes are too serious, too stern, for it to be. He’s pounding into you, hands either side of your head, caging you beneath him.
Between his panting, he presses a wet, uncoordinated kiss to your lips.
“I’ll make sure you can’t even think without me by the time I’m done with you.”
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face studies with the vaqueros i did some time ago!🤠🤠
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