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the house sitter
COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~ 3.3k
summary: Phillip gets help from the neighbors’ daughter.
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warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N, not too many details on reader's appearance, reader can blush but in only one scene, implied age gap, use of toys by and on f!reader, oral (f! receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, some proofreading
a/n: phillip rescues a stray in this and i actually think he would make a really great cat dad! :)
When Phillip bought the new home, he isn’t surprised to find a stray cat at the front door. He's surprised that he's come to care for the small, black cat. He isn’t a superstitious person, but the cat matching the colors of his beloved company only encourages him to believe that buying this home is a good sign. When he's informed of a pressing situation back at base, he's worried about leaving his new friend alone.
He speaks to his neighbors, your parents, and they're quick to offer you as a house sitter. Except, they don’t inform you he’s stopping by to leave the keys and instructions. You hear the doorbell ring and assume they've forgotten their house keys before their trip into the city. So, you open the door in tiny, cotton shorts and a bralette, fully expecting one of your parents to be standing in front of you.
“Oh! Um, hi?” you ask, a little confused to see a stranger at your door.
“Well hello there,” he pauses before continuing, “My name’s Phillip, I moved down the street. Your parents said you could house sit for me while I’m gone for a bit. My cat, Phantom, needs someone to feed and watch him.”
The surprised look on your face is the culmination of a few things.
One, the stranger in front of you is the new neighbor your parents have talked about and who you thought was much older. However, the man in front of you can’t be older than mid-40’s and very handsome. Typical all-American good looks with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Two, you slowly become aware of the clothing, or lack of, that you are wearing. And while his eyes stay on your face the entire time, you don’t miss the quick sweep of his eyes and the smirk on his face before his feature cool again. You chalk it up to the heat of the sun that causes your body to warm up, and not because you like the way he looks at you.
Three, you have no idea what he was talking about.
“Nice to meet you Phillip uh – I’m sorry, you said you needed a house sitter for your cat, Phantom? And you spoke to my parents?”
“Ah! I guess they didn’t tell you yet. I just spoke to them on the phone and they said if it's alright with you, you could stay at my house. I’d offer to bring Phantom here, but I think it's best if he stays home.”
“Yeah, okay. I could do that. How long will you be gone?”
“Two weeks, give or take. I fly out tonight and I’ll let you know once I’m flying back. I don’t mind if you have your friends or a boyfriend over as long as Phantom stays calm.”
Now Phillip doesn’t need to mention the boyfriend part, but he can’t deny how curious he is to see if you have one. He wasn’t expecting a sweet nymph, like you, to open the door, especially in those tiny shorts and even tinier shirt. Could it even be called a shirt?
“Uh no – don’t worry. My friends aren’t back yet for their summer break. And… no boyfriend. It’ll just be me and Phantom at your house.”
Phillip smiles wide, “Well, darlin’, I’m sure you and Phantom will have a good time.”
You try not to let it show how much you enjoy the pet-name he gives you or the slip of his southern accent, your nipples becoming sensitive against the bralette and a deep pulse being sent directly to your pus–
“How about I get your number before I leave and take you over to the house so you can get a good lay of the land?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Um, let me change and put on some shoes. I’ll be right back.”
You hear a light laugh as he steps inside to wait for you. The short drive to his house is mostly uneventful. He asks you a few questions about what you're studying and if you had taken care of a cat before. You actually love cats, and are used to your roommate’s cat back at college.
You also think it's incredibly kind that Phillip took in stray, not expecting someone so imposing to worry about defenseless animals. Phantom has a shiny black coat and is so cuddly the moment you walk in the door. He wraps around your legs, purring deeply. You bend down to pet his soft head, Phantom taking that moment to jump in your arms.
Phillip laughs,“ Looks like he really likes you.”
“I think I just fell in love. I’ll take good care of Phantom. I promise.”
“I believe you.”
He shows you around the house, smooth wood and dark leather a theme throughout. Phillip’s home is far from cluttered, but there are touches of him everywhere. He has photos of what you assume are the soldiers at his company, books placed in random spots as if he needs something to read while in a certain part of the home, but so incredibly tidy and clean.
“Phantom’s taken a liking to sleeping in this bed, I just keep my door open at night in case he wants to come in. He’ll get antsy if I’m downstairs too late, so I try to be upstairs at a good time for him to do his security rounds and then sleep,” Phillip says with a laugh as he brings you upstairs, motioning to the fluffy bed next to his door.
“The guest bedrooms are down the hall. They’re not set up yet and I have too many boxes in there to move right now. You are more than welcome to sleep in my room. I’d actually prefer if you did, to not throw Phantom off his routine. I changed the sheets before I went over.”
Phillip does have too many boxes inside all of the guest bedrooms, so it's not exactly a lie. He's short on time, and can’t stay for too long. And sure, they're all empty boxes that he can easily move into one room. But the idea of you lying down in his bed arouses him like no other.
“Uh, are you sure? I mean I could move some stuff around, I don’t mind,” you say, a blush rising on your cheeks at the idea of sleeping in his bed.
“I’m sure, darlin’. I think you’ll like sleeping in my bed," he says, sending a quick wink your way.
Phillip takes you back home after the tour and gives you a set of keys and written instructions. You pack your essentials, transferring some clothes from your unpacked suitcases into a duffel bag while you wait for your parents to get home.
While arranging your things, you manage to drop the small, black box that holds… well, what helps you destress and take the edge off on these long nights. It's thick, dark pink, and vibrates with enough intensity for you to see stars.
You debate for a second if you want to take it with you. Two weeks without your toy seems too long. You were actually going to use it while home alone but were interrupted and left a little hot after meeting Phillip. You quickly stuff it into your bag once you hear the door open and your parents’ voices float through the house.
Phillip’s house is cozy and interesting. He has a large book collection in his home library and a collection of vinyls. Phantom is great company, either lounging on the various cat posts set up through the house while you read and listen to music, or lying in your lap when he wants attention.
Phillip’s kitchen is fully stocked and has a few plants along the window sill. His garage has only one vintage sports car and a motorcycle, the other lifted truck being taken by him. The nights spent in Phillip’s bed make your heart race. The sheets smell like fresh laundry and the unmistakable scent of sandalwood cologne. You associate that smell to Phillip: clean and woodsy.
You try so hard to be good the first night and respect his bed, but your fantasies run wild. Dreams of Commander Graves spreading your lush thighs and stroking you with his tongue or fingers until your vision goes black. Dreams of his hands gripping your waist as he pounds into you, your hands clawing the sheets from the pleasure.
On the second night, you grab a towel and place it on the bed, knowing you'll cover the silk sheets with your wetness. You're a little nervous and feel a little guilty. What would he think if he saw you right now? Would he enjoy it? Or kick you out and call your parents? Ultimately, the positive fantasies win as the toy is thick and able to hit all the right places. And that’s how you spend your nights, either in Phillip’s ginormous tub using the toy or in his bed.
It's nearing three weeks at this point. Phillip had let you know it might be a little longer until he came back and you know it would be difficult for him to contact you while out doing his job. You should’ve been prepared for him to come back and maybe not let you know in time. Which is exactly what happens.
Phillip has exerted serious amounts of energy these past few weeks. He didn't expect this mission to take so long, but luckily he's back on his jet flying home. Before he knows it, he's passed out from exhaustion and doesn’t call or text you that he's coming back. Once the jet touches down, it's nearing midnight.
Phillip decides against contacting you, believing you’ll be asleep by this time. A short while later, he arrives home and walks in. Phillip walk into the downstairs bathroom, hearing the pitter patter of Phantom’s paws coming to greet him. Phillip’s heart soars, Phantom’s coat only shinier and smoother since he last saw him. Phillip takes a shower, allowing the hot water to wash away his exhaustion.
Phillip would be lying if he said he isn’t at all curious to know what you look like sleeping in his bed. He tries to stay downstairs, knowing he could go into his office and read or watch TV in the living room without disturbing you.
But, what if there is something wrong? What if you had kicked the covers off and were cold in your sleep? What if you left the window open and the hot air was causing it to be incredibly hot in the room? Deciding that he's only thinking of your well being, he ascends the stairs two at a time.
Once he nears his room, he hears low whines and a quiet vibration sound coming from within. Thinking you're in pain, he pushes open the door, seeing your pretty legs spread wide, your head thrown back in pleasure, and the unmistakable view of you fucking yourself with a thick, pink dildo.
“Just like that Commander Graves, fuck me just like that! Oh God,” you plead.
You didn’t hear Phillip walk into his home or the shower turn on in the downstairs bathroom. Granted, Phillip is a skilled soldier who learned to walk quietly given the nature of his job.
You also don’t hear the woosh of the door push open, only hearing the low groan escape from his throat. You jump up in fear, your face beet red once you realize who stands at the door. You're incredibly embarrassed, to say the least.
“Oh – fuck! Holy – I’m so sorry Phillip! I didn’t hear you get home! I didn’t hear my phone either! I'm so, so sorry!” you exclaim, voice on the verge of tears.
Phillip stays still for only a moment, his chest bare and a pair of black silk pajama pants low on his hips.
His hand drag across his face, a smile forming on his lips. ”Who were you imagining?”
“I – what?”
“Who. Were. You. Imagining?” Philip enunciates each word, walking closer to the bed.
Your breathing is fast, your mind trying to catch up to what is happening. ”I – Phillip, I’m sor–”
“No, I don’t want to hear that you're sorry. I want you to answer my question,” he orders.
“I was imagining… you, that it was you, fucking me,” you whisper.
“Is that what you want, babydoll? You want Commander Graves to fuck you? You want my tongue on your clit and my fingers inside that pretty cunt? You want me to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow mornin’?”
You whimper at his words, your pussy hot and slick. He nears the bed, dragging his fingers across the sheets, close to your legs but not quite touching you.
“I need you to ask me, babydoll. I won’t do it unless you ask me.”
“Yes Commander. Please, I want you.”
He grabs both of your ankles and drags your ass to the edge of the bed, your head falling backwards against the mattress. Your thighs are spread obscenely at his waist, your thin nightgown pushed off your shoulders and ruched at your stomach leaving your breasts and pussy bare to his eyes.
He looms over you, dragging his mouth and tongue over your nipples before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. Phillip’s soft lips caress yours with each kiss, tasting like mint. His tongue plunges in and out of your mouth while his fingers skate from your ribcage to your soft thighs. He gives you one more wet kiss before having you remove the nightgown, his eyes trailing down to your open thighs.
“This cunt as sweet as it looks? So slick and creamy for me?”
You can’t respond, can only watch him fall to his knees to tongue your entrance. Your heart beats in your throat a mile a minute. Your mouth opens in a scream, back arching as his tongue lashes from your entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Phillip’s moan vibrates against your core, moving his fingers to tease your slick entrance. He pushes a finger in slowly, allowing you to adjust before pushing in a second finger.
“Fuck darlin’,” his mouth moving to leave small bites along your inner thighs, ”your cunt swallowed my fingers so quickly. Look at how red and swollen you are, so desperate for me.”
His fingers speed up, curving inside with each thrust.
“Commander, ah! Fuck, just like that!” your cry, voice high pitched and needy.
“How often did you fuck yourself in my bed? Did you wish I was here with you? Watching you play with this pretty cunt until I fucked you silly?”
“It was the da –” he takes that moment to give a hard lick to your button, interrupting you, ”day after I got here. Yes, I ima – imagined you fuck – fucking me in your bed.” Each word becomes more difficult to say as pleasure claws at your skin.
His hand reaches for the toy thrown haphazardly to your side, turning it on and placing it at your entrance. Phillip continues lapping, inserting the toy inch by inch. Your denied orgasm from earlier only causes this one to hit you like a truck.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for the feel of the toy deep inside of you, vibrating non-stop and the feel of Phillip’s tongue slashing at your clit. You move your hips, trying to escape the torrent of pleasure.
Phillip places a firm hand on your lower belly, preventing you from moving, ”Take it.”
You squirt on his mouth and the toy, feeling like you're floating. He finally removes and turns off the toy, wiping his mouth along your inner thighs.
“How was that babydoll?”
You're drunk off pleasure, only able to respond with a small groan. He laughs and mounts the bed, dragging you up to the pillows. Your body is incredibly lax, allowing him to maneuver you he wants.
He places a pillow under your hips, getting you level with his waist. Phillip finally kicks off his pajama pants, freeing his heavy cock. Your energy slowly returning, you place tentative fingers along his length, loving how firm he is. He wraps your hand fully around his length and gives a few pumps, leaning down to kiss your lips and chin.
“Your hands are so soft, darlin’. But I can’t have you touch me too long or else I'll finish too soon. I want to sink in your swollen cunt first, will you let me?”
Your body shudders at his words, ”Yes Commander.”
Phillip leans back, his smile wide, showing his fanged teeth at the corners of his mouth. He spreads open your thighs, pushing your knee to your chest. You're fully and completely exposed to him. The bright moonlight highlights your perfectly swollen and slick cunt. Phillip teases your entrance before slowly pushing in.
“Babydoll,” the nickname draws out in a groan, ”you feel so fucking gorgeous.”
He sinks all the way in, his hips fusing to your folded thigh. Phillip drags out in an unhurried pace, wanting to burn this moment into his mind and body forever. He's a clever and accomplished man who commands respect in every room, but his brain has completely short circuited in this moment.
All he can think about is your gummy walls squeezing him into oblivion, your sweet aroma, and the moans slipping from your throat. Phillip reaches with one hand to pluck your nipples, hard tipped and begging for attention. Your hips begin to twist and match his rhythm, his hips pumping faster and the wet noises becoming louder. You place a hand over his, making sure he doesn’t stop kneading your breasts.
“My poor babydoll… All alone in this big bed. Having to touch herself every night until I got home. So ready and needy for me.”
His words are like honey over your skin.
Your voice is pleading when you whine, ”I needed you so bad, Commander.”
“I’m here now, babydoll.”
You're being fucked into the mattress, each thrust deep and unrelenting. His eyes move from your face to your jiggling tits and to your slick lower bodies. Phillip moves his thumb to swipe repeatedly at your clit, causing electric sparks to shoot behind your eyes.
His thrusts become sloppy and clumsy, lips placing kisses along your jaw and mouth. You twist and squeeze around him, loving how perfect he feels inside of you, much better than you could’ve imagined. Phillip moves to bury his head in your neck, your leg bent as far as possible as he drags out completely before sliding back in with hard strokes.
Lightning spreads fast throughout your body, your nails dragging down Phillip’s back. You cover his cock in your wetness, Phillip’s body becoming weak from the pleasure. He follows shortly after, his moans loud in your ear. Phillip spills inside of you, fucking you until every last drop of him is inside of you. He drops halfway on you, your bodies sticky with sweat.
“You okay?” Phillip asks after a few moments.
“Perfect.”
The rest of the night is spent with your legs around his waist or your ass up while he pounds from behind. You stay a few extra nights at his home, letting your parents know you're still helping while Phillip recovers from his mission. Phantom loves every minute of the extra attention.
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Graphic description of my feelings for @shadowlali 's Alejandro x reader fics
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I'm genuinely tweaking rn, I've read all the fics and I don't know what to read now 😭
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Colonel Alejandro Vargas...🤠
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Happy Independence Day: Thanking him for his service
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Pastor’s Daughter and Pt.2 : “We’re going to make this work, yeah?” he asks, his voice breaking through your sleepy brain.
Mi niña by @little-skywalker: A sudden knock on your door leads to a connection
Little Girl Gone by @soapybutt17: It was even harder to come to terms with your lingering feelings
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imagine phillip wanting to start a family so bad to where hes practically begging for you to let him put a baby in you :( so you finally let him
baby crazy
COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader
wc: ~ 800
[18+]
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warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, some proofreading, use of “daddy” and “mommy”, breeding kink (he definitely puts a baby in reader), unprotected sex, mentions of ovulation (very brief)
a/n: anon, i’m going crazy (in a good way) with this request. pure horny brain rot below, enjoy! :) <3
“Oh god, darlin’ – please!”
Your mouth is open in a silent scream, feeling each hard plunge of Phillip’s cock pistoning in and out of you.
“Make me a daddy, please,” Phillip whimpers, fingers tightening on your hips.
He knows your ovulating, creamy juices sticking to him with each thrust into your pussy. You bite into the pillow by your head to stop yourself from looking at him, knowing you’ll find him close to tears trying to convince you.
Phillip tries a different tactic,” You’ll be such a perfect – oh, oh – mommy!”
He has you stretched open while he peppers bites and kisses across your hard nipples. He’s been begging all month to let him put a baby in you, claiming he had a dream of you with a round tummy and swollen tits.
“Phillip, Phillip, Phillip,” you scream as another orgasm takes control of your body.
He’s so close, balls heavy with cum destined just for you. Phillip doesn’t allow himself to cum, not even when your velvet walls choke his cock or when you splash him with your juices.
You feel him slow down, moving a hand to palm the soft skin of your ass and place kisses on your closed eyelids. Your heart expands in your chest. Phillip is a lot more vocal with his desire to start a family with you, begging you for a baby any time the conversation comes up.
Phillip would drag two or three orgasms out of you each time he fucked you, then finish between your thighs or paint your lower tummy with his cum when you gently told him you weren’t ready.
You’re ready now, having chosen the perfect time to take him deep in your pussy. He just isn’t aware… yet.
He leans back and closes his eyes to catch his breath, slipping out halfway from your wet opening. You open your eyes to look up at him, messy hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and strong hands propping your thighs open.
“You’re so handsome, daddy,” your voice soft.
Phillip’s brain short circuits, feeling as if you electrocuted him. He opens his eyes to see you smirk and fingers reaching for his slick cock.
“Did you – did you just call me daddy?”
You continue, nodding at his confusion,” I want you to fill me up. Make me a mommy.”
His blue eyes are intense as they stare at you, your fingers still stroking his hard length. Phillip’s hand immediately grabs your wrist to stop your movements.
“Give me the pillow by your head,” he bites out.
Your pussy clenches around him at his tone, moving fast to give him the pillow. You know he feels it, Phillip’s face contorting from pleasure but managing to control himself. He quickly slips the pillow underneath your hips to give him a better angle.
“You’re absolutely sure, darlin’?”
“Yes! Plea-”
You can’t even finish your sentence before Phillip slams back inside. He curves into your body, placing a hand by your head. His cock stretches you with each thrust, deliciously slipping inside with the help of your juices.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Phillip chants, “gonna’ breed my little darlin’ so good.”
You look straight up at him, scanning his face and pretty blue eyes. He looks pussy drunk, teeth biting his lower lip and eyes so dilated they look almost black.
Your thighs tighten around his waist and you begin to claw at his back. His balls make a slap, slap, slap sound against your ass and you once again cum.
“Yes, oh fuck yes!” You scream, throwing your head back.
Phillip plunges faster when your slick walls flutter around him. He feels delirious, only thinking about filling you with every drop of his cum. He forces himself to breathe, your walls clenching his length and your stunning face staring up at him with soft eyes. Phillip drops his forehead into your neck, wanting your sweet scent in his nose. You shiver with the after effects of your orgasm, wanting his cum to paint your insides.
“Phillip, daddy,” you drag out the word,” please cum in me. Make me a mommy.”
Your sweet moans and scent consume him until he can’t hold off anymore. His orgasm strikes him like lightning, balls tightening before shooting thick ropes of cum in your swollen pussy. You help him, twisting your hips in small circles and squeezing his perfect cock.
Finally too sensitive to continue, he drops on top of you. The side of his face presses against yours, and you place small kisses on his cheek. You stroke his hair and whisper a soft I love you in his ear. Phillip turns slightly and kisses the corner of your mouth.
“Love you too, darlin’,” he smiles against your lips,” can’t wait until you make me a daddy.”
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(8) missed calls
COD AU - Phillip Graves x fem!reader
[18+]
summary: Phillip reminds you why you should always answer your phone.
wc: 1.4k
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warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance (reader can lay across Phillip's lap), pre-established relationship, references to drinking alcohol, pet names (sugar, babydoll, good girl), possessive!graves, mean!graves, spanking, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
a/n: Phillip likes to spank reader, idk what else to say.
“Count f’me, sugar.”
“N–no, Phillip. Please–”
He lands a swift slap, slap to your left cheek, causing you to pitch forward in his lap.
“It wasn’t a question. Count.”
Phillip roughly molds your cheek in his hand, then switches to the right. You’re lying sideways in his lap with your face pressed into the couch cushions. Your skirt is flipped up and the tiny panties you wear do nothing to hide your ass from his eyes and wandering hands.
In a swift movement, Phillip pulls his hand back and slaps your right cheek over and over and over again.
“O—one,” you cry, “two, thr—three!”
“If only you’d answered my call, sugar. You wouldn’t be in this mess,” Phillip murmurs. “I’d have you spread out on my bed, lapping at your pretty cunt until you were begging me to stop.”
You moan, squirming in his lap as you feel his erection poke your side. “Please, please. I’m so sorry, Phillip!”
He presses a hand to your lower back to keep you from moving and uses his other hand to drag one finger up and down your panty-covered slit. The gusset of your white panties are soaked through and you’re sure he can see the outline of your pussy.
Phillip can be so mean to you sometimes. Really, all you did was ignore him for just a little while. And sure, you went out with your girlfriends to a few different bars and you accepted a drink from some random guy, but only because Phillip was the one to ignore you first. Eight missed phone calls and a few text messages isn’t that bad, right?
He hasn’t touched you in over two months because he’s been spending so much time at base. How were you supposed to know that he had planned a romantic evening to make it up to you? How were you supposed to know that he has a tracker installed in your phone that tells him exactly where you are every minute of the day so he can find you and pick you up from wherever you are?
Phillip lands another four successive slaps to your ass, landing one right between your spread thighs.
“Seven!”
“Oh,” he coos condescendingly, “good girl. Taking it so well, aren’t you?”
Another three more harsh slaps and he finally stops. You’re dizzy in his hold, trembling and grinding your hips into his lap. Your ass is on fire and your cunt feels so empty.
“Should I keep going? Or have you learned your lesson?”
“N–no,” you whine. “I’ve–I’ve learned my lesson.”
Phillip yanks your drenched panties to the side and roughly thrusts two fingers into your drippy, little hole. Your back arches at the stretch and your walls quickly strangle his fingers.
“Jesus,” Phillip whispers, “I should spank ‘ya more often.”
He blows cool air on your heated skin, roughly scissoring his fingers into your pussy. “What was your lesson, sugar?”
You can barely hear his question, too busy with the blood rushing in your ears and the orgasm that coils in your core. God, do you love it when he spanks you.
“W–what?”
Phillip removes his fingers and lands another slap to your pussy. “Do I need to spank you again, babydoll? I asked, what was your lesson?”
“Oh! To always ans–answer your calls!”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, fucking his fingers back into you. “I need to know you’re okay when I call or text you.”
You spread your thighs as much as you can while laying on his lap. So close, so close, so close, you chant in your head. But Phillip knows your body too well, he can feel the fluttering of your walls and can hear the whimpers of pleasure escaping your pretty mouth. He slows down his fingers then pulls them out to lightly rub over your slit, only briefly tapping your swollen clit.
“You have fun with your friends tonight?”
You lift your head slightly from the couch to mumble a barely coherent yes.
“Any boys try to talk to ‘ya?”
You think about lying, but decide against it, knowing Phillip has ears and eyes everywhere. “Yes.”
His fingers press harder on your clit in fast little circles. “You pay any attention to them? Accept their drinks?”
“Ju–just one, just one drink,” you cry out.
Phillip spits, landing a glob of saliva right at your entrance. He slides in his thumb, keeping it still while his index and middle finger continue to rub circles on your sensitive bud.
“Those boys probably thought they’d get to take you home, didn’t they? Strip you outta your tight clothes and fuck you all night,” Phillip mutters, “but instead you’re here, humping and crying on your boyfriend’s lap while he finger-fucks you silly, ain’t that right?”
His accent always gets deeper when he’s aroused, excited. And it drives you crazy. The damn in your core bursts and suddenly you’re cumming, pushing your face into the couch and digging your fingers into the cushions.
“Yeah,” Phillip groans, seeing the juices squirt from your pussy, “only I get to see you like this. Gushing n’ making a mess on my jeans.”
You move your hips in short jerks, trying to fuck yourself on his thumb while also trying to get away from the fingers at your clit. He doesn’t let you, keeping a firm hand on your lower back while he gives you exactly what you deserve. You claw at the couch, whimpering as you become more and more deliciously numb.
“No more, no more,” you chant.
“Shh, that’s enough. No more crying,” he gently scolds as he removes his fingers.
You don’t know how long you lay there, feeling completely limp. He massages your bottom, running his hands over the soft globes of your ass while you rest.
“Alright, babydoll. On the floor, come on.”
You manage to shakily sink to the floor with Phillip’s help. You think he might want a blowjob but instead he has you press your cheek to the soft rug and arch your back. Phillip yanks your panties down but not all the way, keeping them halfway down your thighs. You shiver, knowing your cunt is going to take another pounding, but this time, from his cock.
“If you could see yourself right now,” Phillip moans, unzipping his jeans and palming his thick length, “all glistening and ready f’me.”
He runs the tip of his mushroom head up and down your slit until he gently presses into you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him slowly thrust into your cunt, stretching your tight walls around his cock.
“Fuck, babydoll. Such a sweet little pussy.” Phillip stays still, gripping your waist with both hands. “I planned such a nice night for us,” he says, slowly sliding out, “I was–I was gonna fuck you slow and gentle.” His fingers dig into your skin as he watches his cock become messy with your juices. “Now I gotta fuck you like this, punish you for making me worry.”
And oh, what delicious punishment it is. Phillip’s hips lunge forward as the thread of self control snaps. Your hands can’t grab onto anything, they can only claw at the rug while you take each rough slap of his hips. Drool pools out of your open mouth and onto the rug, forming a tiny wet spot.
He guides you back onto him, forces your hips to meet him halfway with each of his thrusts. Phillip manages to hit the angle just right, bumping the spongy spot inside of you. You don’t think you can come twice, but the familiar heat pools in your lower tummy.
“Y–you look so pretty, sugar,” Phillip stutters, “always look so pretty.”
He slides his hand around your waist to strum at your clit. You whine, trying to escape his hold, still too sensitive from your first orgasm. But he keeps you pressed to him, don’t you dare, he reprimands.
Phillips hips snap faster and faster, impaling you roughly on his cock. He’s close to cumming, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy by the minute.
“N–need, fuck, another one from you,” he whimpers. “Gonna fill you full of me.”
All it takes is another swipe on your clit and your cumming, squeezing around his length and squirting slick juices down your thighs. He thrusts, once, twice, and then swells, pulsing hot cum into your cunt. Your back arches and your mouth opens in a silent scream, riding the high of your orgasm while he fucks you.
You milk him for everything he’s got, choking his cock in your heat while he whimpers above you. He’s probably overstimulated and sensitive at this point, but he doesn’t stop until his balls are completely empty.
Phillip slowly slides out, balancing on his knees to slide your panties back up, trapping his cum in your pussy. He turns and falls to the floor unceremoniously, tugging you partially on top of him.
You doze off in his warm arms, realizing how fun his punishments can be.
#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves x female reader#phillip graves smut#cod x reader#cod mw2#phillip graves#cod mw2 smut#graves x reader#graves x you#shadowlali
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Just finished Independence Day and I've never wanted a man (real or fictional) more in my entire life...
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alejandro teaching y/n spanish while he's deep in their guts; he punishes and rewards them like the brute he is /sighs like a forlorn maiden/
spanish lessons
COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~ 1k
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warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, pet names (mariposa, niñita), teasing, unprotected sex
a/n: thank you for reading happy independence day and enjoying it🤍! coger/cojo means “to fuck” however in other countries it means “to physically take/grab something”. mariposa is butterfly and niñita is little girl (romantic). some of the spanish i used doesn’t have a direct translation, instead a translation of what it generally means
“I don’t think you’re understanding, mariposa.”
“No, I am. I am, I prom–”
Alejandro cuts you off with another harsh thrust into your swollen cunt. You're flat on your back with a pillow propping up your hips. Your bodies are sweaty and sticky. He’s almost chest to chest and holding both of your hands in his. His cock rests fully inside of you, your arousal painting the curly hair at his base.
Another string of high-pitched whimpers leave your mouth. Alejandro unlinks his fingers from one of your hands to lightly grasp your chin. With your mouth open in a perfect o-shape, he lands a string of spit in your mouth. You stick out your tongue for more, uncaring of how desperate you look. He moves his hand down to lightly brush his fingertips over your hard nipples before pinching them.
“Otra vez,” he says, “¿Te gusta cuando te cojo en mi cama, encima de mi escritorio o en la barra de la cocina?”
Alejandro doesn’t move or even twitch while deep inside of your fluttering pussy. In times like these, his unwavering self-control is annoying. He’s not immune, you can see how the beads of sweat run down his temple and how his jaw clenches. You stare up with tears pricking your eyes, unable to understand what he says. It's hard to focus when his cock stretches every centimeter of your little hole.
“Alejandro, please I don’t –”
“I said,” he pulls out slowly,” ¿Te gusta cuando te cojo en mi cama,” he enunciates with another thrust,“encima de mi escritorio,” he grinds his hips down, “o en la barra de la cocina?” [Do you like it when I fuck you in my bed, on my desk, or on the kitchen counter?]
Maybe it's the universe taking pity on you, but you finally understand.
“On– on the bed! I like it when– when you fuck me on the bed.”
“Buen trabajo, niñita,” he mocks. [Good job, little girl]
Any other time you’d wipe the condescending smile off his face but then Alejandro leans down to kiss your forehead and slowly pulls out. Uncaring of how sticky you made his cock, Alejandro grips his length and rubs the tip on your button. You press your head back on the pillow and twist your hips at the pleasure running through your body.
He slides his cock down to gather the wetness drooling out of you and slides it back up through your folds until it once again reaches your clit. With deft movements, he continues to slide and press his tip against you.
“Please, Ale,” you beg.
Instead of giving you what you actually need, he begins to tap his cock on your clit. It sends shocks through your body but you try to resist the impending orgasm. You don’t want to come like this. You want his cock deep inside of you and pushing against that spongy spot only he can reach. Either way, your body becomes shaky and you feel the pull in your tummy that you’re about to come.
He feels how tense your body is becoming and notches the head of his cock in your entrance. You push down to get more of it inside of you but he holds back.
“Alejandro, ple– please fuck me! No more teasing!”
“No sé,” he starts, ”todavía no hablas en español.” [I don’t know, you’re still not talking in Spanish]
You let out a frustrated groan and roll your hips in need. You can barely form a sentence in English and yet you know Alejandro won’t give you anything until you give him what he wants. With the little mental energy you have left, you try to remember something, anything.
“Ple– por favor cojeme, ¡Alejandro!” [Please fuck me, Alejandro]
There’s tears coming out of your eyes, sliding down the sides of your head and into your hair. He brings his lips down and swipes at a teardrop with his tongue before it falls. You think he’s going to keep you begging but he places both hands on the bed and slowly thrusts inside of you. With a moan caught in your throat, you grip his back and feel his thick cock slide in and out of your slick pussy.
Alejandro keeps eye contact while he fucks you, watching as a glazed look takes over your face. “Así me gustas, mariposa.” [This is how I like to see you, butterfly]
You focus on the feel of Alejandro. His happy trail slides against your lower tummy with each slow thrust of his hips. He’s sweating all over now, tiny droplets running down the muscles of his neck. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, almost covered by his grown out curly hair. He stops to push one of your knees up to your chest and press a soft kiss to your mouth.
“That wasn’t so difficult, right? Spanish is easy,” he says.
Before you can even think of a response he slams his hips into yours. Your nails dig into his skin as he uses your thigh for leverage to pound into you. The pillow underneath your hips provides the perfect angle for him to slide in deep and rub against your g-spot with every thrust. You hear loud whines throughout the room before you realize it's your own voice.
“Así, así, así,” you chant. [Just like that, just like that, just like that]
You’re not sure how long it's been of his teasing and edging but, you finally feel your body go numb and heat spread throughout. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your cunt spasms and squeezes around Alejandro’s cock. He whimpers above you in slight pain from how much you're squeezing him yet he doesn’t stop his hips.
It feels like it goes on forever, lost in your own head as you try to keep his length buried forever inside of you. Alejandro’s whimpers increase in volume and you suddenly feel his hot come spurt all over your walls. He practically falls on top of you while his hips keep moving in sloppy thrusts. He repeats your name over and over in your ear until his thighs give out. After some long moments just listening to each other’s breathing, Alejandro rolls off of you.
“I think that was a great Spanish lesson, yeah?” he asks.
You turn your head and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before responding,“Yeah, I think I learn best this way.”
#alejandro vargas x reader#alejandro vargas x female reader#alejandro vargas smut#cod x reader#cod mw2 x female reader#alejandro vargas#cod mw2 smut#shadowlali
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happy independence day
COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~3.4k
summary: Coronel Alejandro Vargas is thanked for his service.
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warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, some proofreading, implied age gap (no ages stated but let's keep it legal y’all), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex
You couldn’t remember the last time Las Almas was this close as a community. Everyone was excited for tonight’s celebrations, not only because of el Día de la Independencia, but because El Sin Nombre’s reign was finally over. Los Vaqueros were the guests of honor, although you weren’t sure if Coronel Alejandro Vargas would attend. There’d been some parties and events since El Sin Nombre had been pushed out of town, but the Coronel was notably absent. You get the impression that he doesn’t like big crowds or celebrations. Still, you hope that he shows up tonight.
- - -
Your crush on Alejandro started the year before when he gave you a ride home after he found you walking alone. It was a straight walk from the lake to your parents’ house, you really had nothing to worry about. You knew what time and what roads El Sin Nombre’s men took, but that didn’t stop Alejandro from practically dragging you into his Jeep.
“No debes caminar sola por estas carreteras, mami.” [You shouldn’t walk alone on these roads, mami.]
You chose to ignore the pet name and the flutter in your stomach, thinking that maybe it was a slip of the tongue and he didn’t actually mean it. He asked you for your name while he navigated the road through the hills. You introduced yourself, but tried to tell him the ride wasn’t necessary.
“I’m fine, really. I know these roads.”
“It doesn’t matter. Bad stuff can happen en cualquier momento,” his hands clenched on the steering wheel until he turned to look at you, ”¿Júrame que no lo harás otra vez?” [Bad stuff can happen at any time. Swear to me that you won’t do it again?]
He didn’t look at you for long, only a brief moment until his eyes returned to the road. But as Alejandro held your stare in those few seconds, there was no denying how scared he looked. Nervous maybe? You didn’t want him to worry, not about you. Not when the entire town depended on him to free Las Almas.
“I swear.”
Alejandro gave a nod and the rest of the drive back to your house was quiet, only speaking when you gave him directions to the house. He drove up the driveway, asking you to stay in the car. You thought he was going to speak to your parents about walking alone, but instead he walked to your side to open the passenger door.
“Gracias, Coronel.”
He gave a small smile before looking away, his eyes scanning the neighborhood. You began to walk around him before you felt him place his hand on your elbow.
“Give me your phone… Please.”
You turned to look at him, confused but nonetheless complying. He typed something and then showed you the screen, a new text message thread to an unknown number. Alejandro’s own phone chirped in his pocket with a notification.
“La próxima vez que necesites un aventón, me llamas. ¿Vale? ” [The next time you need a ride, you call me. Okay?]
“Sí.”
Alejandro handed you the phone and waited until you were inside to get in his car and leave. You replayed the interaction over and over in your head for the rest of the day. And you never walked alone after that, too nervous to face Alejandro again and make a fool of yourself. You’d see him sometimes around town and he’d smile at you in passing. Your friend happened to be with you during one of those interactions, feeding into your delusion that he might be harboring a secret crush on you.
“The Coronel usually doesn’t smile like that to anyone else, just saying.”
You felt your cheeks heating, “I think he’s just being nice.”
- - -
You try to calm your nerves while getting ready for the party. Your parents had left early and were expecting you in the plaza later that night. They’d become more lenient, knowing that since you were an adult, most of the night was going to be spent with your friends.
You lock up the house and begin the walk into town, your short dress flowing with the slight breeze in the air. As you near, you can see Alejandro’s Jeep parked a few meters away. The streets are mostly empty, everyone already gathered for the celebration. You feel a burst of excitement, Alejandro is here. That’s until you see a familiar face walking alone towards the parked car.
“¿Ya se va, Coronel? ¿Tan temprano?” [You’re leaving, Coronel? So early?]
He looks up in surprise, not expecting anyone to be out here. When Alejandro’s eyes find you, his gaze softens.
“¿Caminando sola otra vez, mami?” [Walking alone again, mami?]
There it was, that pet name.
He continues with a much softer voice, “Y por favor, tutéame. ” [And please, don’t speak to me so formally.]
You try to hide your reaction. How often was he calling other women, mami? How often was he letting people call him by his first name?
“Okey, Alejandro. But you’re leaving? All of this is for you, for Los Vaqueros.”
“I… I appreciate that Las Almas wants to thank us,” he pauses, ”but this is my job. I don’t need anyone to thank me for that.”
You internally groan, of course he’s handsome, nice and humble.
“I think you deserve it Alejandro. You and Los Vaqueros made Las Almas better for all of us.”
He gives an imperceptible nod.
You continue, ”I guess I’ll see you around? Have a good night, Alejandro.”
You give him another smile before continuing your walk. You’re disappointed, having spent the majority of the day coming up with ideas on how to start up a conversation if you saw him. Oh well, it would have to happen another day –
“You want to take a ride with me?”
You turn to look at him, Alejandro still standing in the same spot. You’re not sure if you heard him right.
“I can walk the rest of the way. It’s only a block, you don’t need to worry.”
Alejandro shakes his head, ”No, not into town. Just… drive with me somewhere?”
He must’ve taken your surprise as a denial because he immediately starts backing away.
“If not, it's okay. I just thought that –”
You interrupt him, ”Yes, I’ll go on a drive with you.”
- - -
Alejandro’s not sure if you feel the same fire burning inside, if you’re doing nothing more than being polite. At this point, he’ll take what he can get. He helps you in the Jeep, placing a hand on your lower back and feeling the warm skin underneath your thin dress. He forces his hand to leave your body and closes the door.
He feels an erection forming in his jeans and tries to hide it while getting into the driver’s side. You're in the middle of fixing your short dress over your thighs as you situate yourself in the seat. His breathing becomes rough at the sight of your soft thighs. You don’t notice, switching between the radio channels to find something. You land on a channel while Alejandro discreetly tries to even out his breathing.
While the first interaction and each one after that has been brief, you were constant in his mind. Your kind nature, smile, and gorgeous face drew him in. He's kept his distance so far, reminding himself that he's older than you. What if you like guys your own age? What if you don’t feel the same way? But he has to take his chance.
Inviting you on a night drive seems like the best and only opportunity to get to know you. Plus, it's true. Alejandro doesn’t like parties. Sure, he's patriotic and wants to celebrate today, but the attention is focused on him and his team.
Luck was on his side when you called out to him. You stood there with a smile on your face and in a short dress without any idea of what you did to him, what you meant to him.
“Where are we going?” your voice interrupts his thoughts.
“Thought I’d take you to a hill that overlooks the town and lake. It’s quiet up there.”
A hum escapes your lips, ”Do you like the quiet?”
“Sí,” Alejandro laughs, “life on base can be hectic. I like to come up here… get away from it for a while.”
“That sounds nice, Alejandro.”
You place a hand on his arm, running your fingertips up and down. Alejandro can’t suppress the goosebumps that rise on his skin. The drive there is mostly silent, you hum along to the low music and continue dragging your fingertips along his arm. Eventually, he arrives to the destination.
All you see so far is a dirt patch where he parks and trees blocking the rest of the hill. Alejandro grabs a blanket from the backseat and tells you to wait while he walks to the other side. You can only see that you're at the top of a hill, but you can’t see any sign of the lake that runs through Las Almas. He opens your door but blocks you from getting out.
“It's a short walk, but I need you to promise me you won’t give away my secret spot.”
You smile, his stern look more playful than serious.
“Lo juro.” [I swear.]
And you truly mean it. Alejandro helps you down and you two begin walking, his arm close enough to yours that your knuckles brush with every swing of your arm. Alejandro leads the way, being the first to speak again.
“No pregunté si había alguien esperándote en la fiesta.” [I didn't ask if there was anyone waiting for you at the party.]
You laugh,” A little late for that, no? Just my parents, they wanted me to check in with them later.”
“No one else? ¿Novio?” [Boyfriend?]
You turn to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips.
“You think I'd accept your invitation if I had a boyfriend?”
Before he can formulate a response, you hear it. The trees open to grass and the sound of running water. Far enough from the edge that you don’t fear falling off, you get closer. The grass is soft and you can see the twinkling lights of the center of town in the distance, and the running lake in front of you. More hills and mountains surround the area and the moon is shining especially bright while this high up. Alejandro places the blanket on the ground and takes a seat, smiling as you take in your surroundings.
“Nice, right?” He says.
“Alejandro, this is… Wow, it’s amazing,” you turn to look at him, ”thank you for bringing me here.”
“You don’t need to thank me, mami.”
Alejandro can’t help but gaze at you. The way the moon reflects on your skin and how your eyes twinkle with happiness as you approach him. You sit close to him, leaving a respectable amount of space between you two, shivering despite the warm air.
“¿Tienes frío?” Alejandro says, patting the space right next to him. [Are you cold?]
You scoot closer, nipples tightening as his arm wraps around you and places his hand on your shoulder. You lean your head against his shoulder, the sound of running water and crickets making you comfortable. His fingers run soft circles on your arm and you feel wetness pool in your panties. He turns his head, placing his lips lightly on your forehead as he begins to speak.
“I’ve been wanting to bring you up here for a while, just didn’t know how to ask.”
His beard tickles your skin, but you enjoy it. You begin to imagine where else his beard might feel nice.
“I’m glad I caught you before you left,” you respond.
He moves his free hand to stroke your exposed thigh closest to him before tilting your chin up. Your eyes flutter close as you feel Alejandro’s soft lips press onto yours, a groan releasing from his throat. You feel lightheaded, his mouth warm and his fingers caressing your jaw.
You grow confident, turning your body into him and dragging a thigh over his lap, seating yourself directly on the hard bulge between his legs. It's your turn to moan this time, feeling his hands move to grip your ass closer. You pull away from his mouth only for a second to then press small, kitten licks on his swollen lips. Alejandro immediately gets the hint, opening his mouth for you to taste him.
You stroke your tongue on his, tasting and then sucking his warm tongue. The kiss becomes more desperate, teeth nipping each other and your grip in his hair much tighter. You roll your ass against his jeans, shuddering from the rough friction.
Alejandro moves his mouth to trail kisses and suck the sensitive skin on your neck. You keep moving your hips, one of his hands pushing you into his jean-covered cock and another reaching to tilt your head to the side. His beard is rough on your neck, pleasure blooming from each scrape of his teeth.
“Te voy a comer a besos.” [I’m going to smother you in kisses.]
You can only whimper in response, massaging your clit with each bounce of your hips. Alejandro bites your neck before softening the sting with a warm lick. You feel an orgasm approaching, having soaked his jeans from your wetness. He brings both hands to your hips, stalling your movements.
“Alejandro,” you whine, “please.”
Alejandro has a surge of possessiveness while looking at your pouting lips and the glazed look in your eyes. Grabbing the bottom of your dress, he brings it over your head, exposing your hard nipples to the night air. You’re left in your slick panties, having ditched a bra since it didn’t fit with the dress.
“Lie down.”
Trying your best not to fall over from how shaky your entire body is, you lay down and kick off your platform sandals. Alejandro lightly runs a finger up your panties, pressing right on your clit. Your hips twitch, so close to cumming.
“¿Me dejas probar tu piel, mami?” [Will you let me taste your skin, mami?]
“Yes, Alejandro, yes,” your voice high-pitched.
Alejandro kneels between your thighs, pulling your sticky panties down your legs. He places them by on the blanket and brings his lips down to yours. He trails kisses down your collar bone until reaching your tits, sucking and licking the skin.
His fingers are calloused while they roll your nipples, his jean-covered thigh pressing right on your core. Alejandro groans into your chest as he sucks each nipple into his mouth. You're so close, rubbing up and down his thigh, marking his jeans with your juices.
He pulls his thigh away, a laugh escaping his throat as he continues his descent down to your pussy. Alejandro spreads your legs and runs his tongue from your opening to your clit. You try to rub against his tongue, wanting more pressure. He continues to tease you by pressing open mouth kisses on your inner thighs.
Alejandro’s beard burns sweetly on your skin with each move of his face. He finally gives you what you want, firm strokes with his tongue on your clit and a finger plunging inside of you. You rub your pussy on his face, syncing with the rhythm of his finger. He adds a second finger once you reach down to grip his hair.
“Alejandro!”
Your vision goes black and your back arches in hot pleasure as you come on his face. Alejandro doesn’t let up, continuing to gently suck your clit and plunge his fingers inside of you. He moans at the taste, your pussy wetting his nose down to his jaw. You feel dizzy once he stops, feeling as he rubs your wetness from his face onto your thigh. You hiss, his beard rough on your sensitive skin. Alejandro sucks your slick from his fingers before standing up.
“Eres tan dulce, mami.” [You're so sweet, mami.]
He takes his shirt off and throws it to the side, quickly moving to unbuckle his belt. Alejandro removes his jeans, briefs and boots, kicking them to the side. Even in the moonlight you see every hard muscle across his chest and arms, eyes trailing down to his thick cock and muscular thighs. He kneels down and spreads your thighs to accommodate his hips. He pumps his length, rubbing the drop of pre-cum across his flushed tip. You reach a hand down to stroke him, marveling at the heat emanating from him and the velvet feel of his length. He throws his head back, his throat rippling from a harsh swallow. You try to wrap your hand around him but he stops you.
“Don’t,” he responds roughly before softening his voice, “I’ll finish too fast.”
“I want you, Ale,” your voice pleading.
“You’ll have me, mami. Don’t worry.”
Alejandro drags his tip from your entrance to your clit, gathering your wetness and teasing your folds. You whimper, feeling him push in gently. Alejandro stops halfway, needing a moment to control himself while you pulse and flutter your gummy walls around him. Your whines and moans, the nails digging into his back, overwhelm him beautifully.
He sinks until the hair at his base touches your wet skin. Alejandro looks down at you, watching you writhe from impatience and move your hands up to pinch your soft tits. With another loud groan, he pulls out and plunges back into your wet heat. He curves his upper body into you, almost folding you in half.
“Mierda– ah, you feel– fuck, so perfect.” [Fuck]
Alejandro can barely talk, each word becoming more difficult to say. You move your hands once again to his lower back to dig your nails into his skin. He stretches you with each drag of his cock into your swollen pussy. He brings his mouth down to yours as his hips speed up, plunging his tongue into your mouth at the same rhythm.
You yelp from the position, the hair at his base massaging your clit. He whimpers when you accidently nip his tongue, the hands placed at each side of your arms clenching the blanket. He moves to bite and suck your lips and chin. Ah, ah, ah escapes your mouth once the speed of his thrusts increase.
No coherent thoughts form in your head. Alejandro’s masculine scent invades your nose, the warm breeze caresses your skin, and the sound of running water lulls you in pleasure. You feel a second orgasm forming in your lower belly, clawing its way up your back.
You're close to tears, “I’m gonna – I'm gonna cum!”
“Fuck, mami. Where – meirda – where do you want me to finish?”
You dig your nails deeper into his back, not wanting him to stop. You have the sudden urge to feel his hot cum spray your insides and mark you as his. The thought alone tips you over the edge, your mouth dropping into a scream.
“Inside, Alejandro, inside,” you manage to say.
His mouth swallows your scream, hips pistoning roughly into you until his body shudders and he groans into your mouth. You feel him, his cum filling you up. Your hips keep twisting, riding the high of your second orgasm. The wet, rough slaps echo all around. He can’t believe it, your pussy gripping him tight and draining every drop of cum from his cock.
Alejandro drops his head into the curve of your neck, breathing heavily. You place wet kisses on his shoulder and lick the salty sweat from his skin. After a few moments, he rolls over. He grabs one of your hands and holds it against his beating chest.
“That wasn’t,” Alejandro sucks in a shaky breath, ”that wasn’t my plan when I brought you here. But fuck, mami. I’m happy this happened.”
You wait before responding, your heart rate slowly returning to normal.
“I’m happy too. I got to thank a soldier for his service.”
He turns to look at you, a confused expression on his face, “¿Qué?”
Alejandro rolls back on top of you, tickling your sides as you laugh.
“I’m the only soldier you’re going to thank for his service. Ahora levántate, vamos a comer.” [Now stand up, let’s go eat.]
You both put your clothes back on, walking slowly to the car because of the wonderful soreness between your legs. You convince him to drive back to the plaza instead of his house, fireworks lighting up the night sky as his Jeep approaches.
Alejandro grabs food for you while you slip away to say a quick "hi" to your unsuspecting parents. He guides you to a private bench, fireworks the only source of light. You sit in his lap and he feeds you both, fingers dipping into your mouth and dragging against your tongue with each bite of food.
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Heyy I've been struggling to find some good enemies to lovers with Graves, can we get some good old sassy reader x agitated easily Graves?
ransom
COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~2.5k
summary: You take Phillip's target.
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warnings: NSFW, no specific timeline, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, enemies to lovers, inaccurate military references, some minor OC characters, pet names (sugar, doll, brat), unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
a/n: the car is fine. it is sturdy. lol
“What do you mean he’s gone?” Phillip roars into his microphone.
Private Anderson sighs before speaking, “Gonzalez saw him get into a car with a woman.”
“Well what are y’all waiting for? Get back in the fucking Jeep and follow them!”
It’s not common for Phillip to lose sight of targets. Fucking newbies. All of their extensive training and they let a target walk away? It only takes a few minutes for Graves’ men in the helo to catch sight of a few suspicious cars that are driving away from the location.
Before Graves can tell his men to scan the inhabitants of each car, his phone begins to ring. Phillip takes a look at the screen and raises his eyebrow at the “Unknown Caller” flashing across.
“Graves,” he answers.
“Hi, handsome.”
Phillip grunts your name into the receiver, the blood in his veins running hot at the sound of your voice. Infuriating.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Is that anyway to talk to a friend, Phillip?”
He grips the phone tighter in his hand, quickly giving orders to his men to scan the cars. Phillip walks to a more secluded corner of the helo, not wanting anyone else to hear his conversation.
“That’s Commander Graves to you, young lady. And friends? Did we become friends before or after you stole millions of dollars worth of my weapons?”
“Millions of dollars worth? Please, Phillip,” you scoff, “I barely got two million for them. And that’s only because General Adair thought the dress I was wearing was pretty.”
Phillip stifles the groan in his throat. He knows first hand what you look like in dresses. Silky, little things that do almost nothing to hide your soft skin and gorgeous thighs–the beep of the scanning software immediately snaps him out of his daze. He doesn’t have time for this.
“You just admitted to selling weapons to an enemy nation. Once I’m done with my work, I’ll make sure to hunt you down–”
“Your work, huh?” you interrupt him. “A little birdie told me you lost your target.”
“The fuck did you just say?”
“Such harsh language, Phillip. That’s no way to speak to a young lady.”
“Saw him get into a car with a woman,” Phillip repeats the words he heard earlier, “it was you, wasn’t it? You took my goddamn target,” he spits out, “I have my best men scanning every corner of this town. We’ll find you before you hit the highway.”
“Oh no, handsome. We’re gone. I clocked your helo the moment I left his house.”
Phillip’s body begins to vibrate with anger. He can’t let you take his target.
“How much do you want?”
You throw out your price, asking for half now and the rest later. “I’ll send you the coordinates for the pick-up and my bank account information. Come alone, and wear something cute for me.”
Before he can respond to your aggravating comment, he hears the click of the call ending. He runs a hand through his hair. Always bleeding me dry, sugar.
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Phillip leans against his truck, keeping his eyes on a swivel. There’s really no reason to. The lot is abandoned and he’ll be able to spot a car before it comes close. There is only one dim light illuminating the entire lot. Other than that, the sky is slowly fading into dark blues and purples.
“Heads up, Commander. A car is pulling up. Two inhabitants inside. A woman at the wheel and a man in the passenger seat,” his sergeant's voice comes through the earpiece.
Phillip sees the headlights of your car before he hears it approaching. His pulse flutters a little faster as your red sports car pulls up close to his truck. He sees the man slumped over in the seat, a black bag covering his head and his hands bound with rope.
You park the car and make your way out, the evening wind ruffling the bottom of your dress and exposing more of your thighs. It takes everything in him to not glance down the deep V-neckline of your dress as you stand in front of him.
“I love it when you do as I say,” you whisper, gently tugging on the collar of his polo.
“So this is what you used from the sale of my weapons? A fancy sports car?” Phillips grunts.
You have the gall to wink at him. “No, actually. This was a gift. Oh,” you gasp, “I remember this!”
You expose his neck and thumb the thin pink scar that spans from his ear to his collarbone. It’s healed now since the incident in Monaco. The day when he first met you and fully understood just how dangerous you can be.
Phillip quickly grips your hand before you can touch him further, feeling himself harden. “I don’t have time for this, doll. Did you kill my target? If I lift up the bag will I find a bullet between his eyes?”
You roll your eyes. “It depends. Do you have the rest of my money?”
With your hand tightly gripped in his, he leads you a few steps to his back seat. Graves opens the door to show you a large briefcase. You slip your hand out of his to open it and check to make sure it's all there. Large stacks of green paper practically make your eyes sparkle.
“You know what I love the most in this world, Phillip?” you ask.
“Money?”
“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, “I love money. And I love it even more when I take it from men like you.”
He has the sudden urge to bend you over and spank your ass for your insolence. Disrespectful brat.
“Alright, it’s all here. Call your men, Phillip. I know they’re around here somewhere.”
He can’t help but laugh. “Am I that predictable?”
You give him a pointed look as he speaks into his mic, calling his men down. A minute later, his helo approaches from the sky. They park far away enough that neither of you are too affected by the wind from the blades and two soldiers hop down to take the target. Phillip waves them off and the helo pushes up, leaving you two alone as it heads back to their base.
“I let the weapons slide and I paid you the money you asked for,” Phillip starts, “but this is the last time, doll. I won’t respond so nicely the next time.”
He told himself he would be firm when he saw you again. Phillip can’t have you fucking up his mission and making him look weak in front of his soldiers.
“It wouldn’t happen so often if your soldiers were better,” you bite back. “I mean, now you have an upgraded security system for your warehouse and I’m sure you pulled the other soldiers out of the field for more training, right? If anything you should thank me.”
Phillip stares back at you with suspicion coloring his face. “How do you know all those things?”
You ignore him and walk back to your car, dumping the briefcase full of cash in the now empty passenger seat. Before Phillip knows what he’s doing, he follows you, catching you by surprise as he wraps his hand around your arm. Your back is pushed onto the hood of the car and he situates himself right between your spread thighs.
“Answer my question, doll,” he whispers in anger. “How do you know these things?”
You let out a teasing laugh, “does the Commander fear there’s a mole in his company? One that’s giving intel to a thief like me?”
He never feels this agitated when he’s around other women. Something about you makes him so frustrated and–and intrigued. Phillip rips his earpiece out and throws it far. He grabs both of your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head.
“How?” he spits out.
“Don’t worry,” you whisper, “it’s all me.” You take the opportunity to grind down, closing that space between your bodies and rubbing your warm cunt over the bulge in his jeans.
He moans before he can stop himself. A glance down to your joined bodies and he can see your dress ridden up on your hips, your panties fully exposed to his eyes.
“Every time you think you’ve improved your security or that you’ve chosen the best soldiers in the world, I’m there,” you moan, “Taking it apart. Piece. By. Piece.”
“Why?” he groans, angry at himself for not noticing earlier.
“Because it’s fun.”
He lets go of your hands, fully intending to walk away and leave you once and for all. But he’s not sure who attacks first. Your fingers sink into his hair and tug hard enough to sting at the same time his hand yanks down the top of your dress. His mouth fuses to yours in a kiss that’s mostly teeth and tongue.
He moves his head down, dragging his teeth over your collarbones and chest until they nip at the soft skin of your tits. A pained little moan escapes your mouth as he bites down on your swollen nipple.
“For fun, huh?” Phillip asks.
Phillip drags his teeth to the other, doing the same thing. You moan again, twisting your fingers in his hair and rubbing your cunt over the crotch of his jeans. He’ll finish before he even touches you if you keep doing that.
He stands up to his full height and pushes his hips away. With a hard tug your panties are ripped off your body, eliciting a yelp from you, and stuffed into his jeans pocket. There’s not much light now, the sun has fully set and the street lamp flickers in the distance.
But it’s enough light to see your swollen tits and the glisten of your pussy. His cock feels trapped in his jeans and his mouth waters at the sight of your cunt. Graves knows there isn’t time, there isn’t enough privacy even if this lot is abandoned. It doesn’t stop him from kneeling to swipe his tongue through your folds. Your back arches at the sudden contact.
“Phillip,” you whimper.
Even the taste of you is perfect. It’s sticky sweet in his mouth and he wishes he could spend his time on you, no matter how much you infuriate him.
“No, you didn’t do it for fun,” he mutters, “you did it to get my attention. Didn’t you, sugar?”
Phillip unzips his jeans and takes out his thick cock, wrapping a hand around it to give it a few tugs and relieve the pressure. You haven’t responded to his question, too preoccupied with the sight of his cock. He slaps the inside of your thigh and brings your eyes back to him.
“And if I say yes?” you tease in a shaky voice, spreading your thighs wider and dragging a hand down to spread open your cunt.
He rubs the plush head over your folds and up to your clit, the both of you moaning at the contact.
“Expensive way of trying to get my attention, baby.”
Phillip moves your hand away and wraps your thigh around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to plunge into your cunt. You throw your head back onto the hood of the car, any words you were going to say now trapped in your throat.
Graves can feel every pulse of your hot cunt. You grip him in such a tight heat that he goes blind for a second. Monaco, the arguments, the times you’ve stolen from him or taken his money–all of it has boiled down to this moment.
“Fuck–,” he moans, “perfect little pussy.”
This is part punishment for all the times you’ve robbed him blind and part pleasure for all the times he’s wanted to sink into your pussy. The scent of your perfume and your warmth makes him dizzy.
You claw at his arms, dig your nails into his skin, mark him after every rough plunge of his hips. He’ll have scratches tomorrow, but none of it matters at this moment.
“So needy,” Phillip says, “aren’t you, doll?”
You barely manage to whimper out a yes, sir.
Graves hikes your knee up to your chest and pounds faster. His tip reaches the end of you with each thrust and he revels in the fucked-out look on your face. The car shakes slightly at the force of his hips but you don’t seem to mind, probably haven’t even noticed.
“Sir, huh? Only when I fuck you, do you show me respect?”
“More, sir–please, oh God,” you cry out, twisting your hips in small circles.
Sweat gathers on his hairline and underneath his polo. He can feel the familiar twinge in his lower stomach and the heaviness in his balls. He’s close and Phillip wants you there with him. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, shivering slightly as you begin to suck and lick with your wet tongue.
He takes it out of your mouth and shushes you once you try to grab onto his hand, immediately rubbing your clit in harsh circles that have you squeezing his thick length. It doesn’t take long for him to feel the sudden tightness and gush of your pussy. You flood your joined, lower bodies, making it easier for him to fuck you faster. What a sight the both of you are. A pretty girl like you being fucked silly on the hood of your car.
“Fucking brat,” Phillip groans.
His fingers sink into your thigh and he uses your body as leverage to fuck you. You’ve gone soft and moldable in his arms, letting him fuck you at the rough pace he chooses. There’s only the wet squelch of your cunt and the whimpers of pleasure that are heard throughout the abandoned lot.
His body goes numb and he’s finishing inside of you, holding onto your hips and forcing you down on his cock. Graves fills you up, letting his cum paint your insides. You moan and twitch underneath him as you feel him cum.
“Take it, doll. Ta–take it, f’me,” he stutters.
It takes all his strength not to collapse on top of you. Phillip staggers slightly from the force of his orgasm but he rights himself. He runs his hands over your thighs as to slow his heart rate, moving a hand to wipe the drool from the corner of your lips.
“Okay, doll?” he asks after a few moments.
“Mhmm,” you answer in a tired voice.
“Can you stand f’me?”
You laugh and slowly sit up. Phillip fixes your dress and helps you stand, holding onto your arms as you teeter on your high heels.
“You okay to drive, sugar?”
“Look at you,” you slur your words slightly, “who knew the Commander was so sweet after sex.”
Phillip rolls his eyes and helps you into the driver’s seat, slapping your ass hard before you can enter the car.
“Quit stealing from me. I hope you learned your lesson, doll.”
“You just gave me a shitload of money and fucked me hard enough that my legs are still shaking,” you say, “I think I like this, actually.”
You drive off and leave Phillip standing by his truck, his heart still beating fast and a stupid smile on his face.
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lali i luvvvv your writing for graves <3
if you have time, could you write something for graves again ? yk the scene from mw3 when he’s in a suit… lookin all fineeee… yeah, i think you know where i’m going with this lol
lots of luv <3
his perfect assistant
COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader
wc: ~ 1.2k
[18+]
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[photos found on pinterest, all credit to original owners of the photos above]
warnings: NSFW, slight MW3 spoilers, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, pet names (babydoll, baby, naughty girl), slightly possessive graves (if you squint), references to oral (m! and f! receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
a/n: hi fern! you are so sweet, ily! 🤍🥹. thank you for this request! this is written all in Graves' POV. i hope you enjoy!
A nationally televised court hearing in front of congress would make any person nervous.
Instead, Phillip is ecstatic. You’ve practically melted into the leather couch with the force of his fucking. One hand holds your thigh while the other pinches and squeezes your swollen nipples. Whines and kitten-like mewls fall from your open mouth, pretty sounds he loves so much.
He walked into his office after the hearing to find you slightly bent over his desk, fixing his things and organizing the many reports that littered the surface. The black dress you wore, bordering on inappropriate for an office environment, stretched deliciously over the curve of your ass.
Like the perfect assistant you are, you immediately dropped to your knees and offered your warm mouth to him. He pushed his heavy dick down your throat, then had you sit on his desk amongst the papers while he devoured your pussy. The hearing was almost forgotten in his mind, Phillip not too bothered by the proceedings anyway.
He can hear passing footsteps and chatter outside his office door, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching a hand down to rub your clit with his thumb. You choke back a moan, slapping both hands over your mouth to muffle the noise.
“Shhh, babydoll,” Phillip whispers,” don’t want us gettin’ caught, right?”
“ ‘m s–sorry, Commander,” your voice comes out in a broken whimper.
He thrusts in a little harder than he should, his brain going fuzzy at you calling him Commander. The sound of your voice and the way you address him even when your legs are spread makes him crazy. Your warm pussy grips him tighter and your hips lift to meet his thrusts. Phillip watches your eyes dilate to almost black, eyebrows scrunching in pleasure.
“Doin’ so good for me baby,” he croons,” takin’ your Commander’s cock so well.”
His navy blue dress pants have a growing wet stain from the drool of your pussy. It’s going to be difficult for him to exit the office without anyone noticing the state of his clothes, if they haven’t already noticed what’s going on from the noises you’re making. Phillip slows down his thrusts, groaning once he sees the white ring formed around his cock from the slick of your cunt.
You were so nervous for him earlier today, helping him fix his red tie and press the wrinkles out of his white dress shirt before his hearing. You tried not to show it, always good at hiding your emotions. But he could see the anxious flicker in your eyes and the shaky smile you gave him.
He made you wait for him at base, not wanting to expose you to the ferocity of politics. Phillip knew you could handle it, you’re always so cool-headed and prepared. But he likes keeping you to himself, in his office and at his company.
Phillip reaches up to move your hands from your mouth, pushing his thumb onto your tongue. You immediately respond, sucking his digit as if it was his cock. Each pull of your mouth sends shocks of heat down to his heavy balls. He can feel his orgasm creeping up his spine.
You’re completely naked, warm and soft skin on display. Beads of sweat gather on your hairline and tears prick the corner of your eyes. You move a hand to grip his tie and tug to get his attention. He immediately drops his head, moving his thumb out of your mouth to land a kiss to your lips.
You suck his tongue into your mouth and he begins thrusting it in at the same rhythm of his cock. You twist your hips and moan loudly into his mouth when he manages to plunge deep into your cunt, bumping right at your cervix. He gives you one more rough kiss then leans back.
“I know babydoll, I know… feels so good, doesn’t it?” Phillip murmurs, angling his hips to keep hitting that spot.
“Yes, y–yes, yes, sir. Fe–feels so good.”
He plants one hand above your head and the other on your side, gaining momentum in his thrusts. Your tits bounce and jiggle in his face, leaving him salivating. He leans down to catch a nipple into his mouth and sucks the peaked tip. Your tight little cunt pulses and flutters around him, more wetness dripping out of you.
Phillip feels your fingers pull and tug at his hair once he switches to your other bouncing tit. His pants are most likely done for… I’ll buy new ones, he thinks. He releases your tit with a wet pop from his mouth.
“You’re makin’ such a mess, naughty girl… all over my new couch,” he murmurs.
“ ‘m sorry,” you whine,”… you just–just fuck me so go–good, commander.”
Your words almost take him over the edge, but he needs you there first. He wishes he could stay here forever, locked in the warm embrace of your slick cunt. But his balls twitch at the need to finish deep inside of you.
“I’m gonna go faster,” Phillip says through gritted teeth,” I need you to come f’me, okay baby?”
You nod quickly, twisting your hips in small circles as his thumb reaches to repeatedly swipe over your clit. Your hands reach to grip his waist and you stare up at him with pretty eyes. You look completely cock-drunk and perfect to him.
“Come ins–inside me, please. I want your come, s–sir.”
“Fu-fuck,” he stutters,”I’ll give you my come, babydoll.”
Phillip pistons inside of you faster, almost bending you in half. He sees and feels the moment a harsh orgasm rips through you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth forms a perfect little o-shape. No words fall from your lips but your body stiffens and you gush around him, slapping his hand away from your overstimulated button.
His balls twitch and he releases long spurts of thick come into your fluttering cunt. He keeps going, plunging and plunging and plunging inside. Phillip’s head falls forward as he lets the force of his orgasm take over his body.
He can barely hear the squeaks and whimpers that leave you, too focused on the blood rushing to his ears and the white hot electricity that invades his body. His thrusts become sloppy and his body eventually gives out. A tiny dribble of come leaks out of your swollen cunt and lands on the already wet couch.
Your body continues to shake with the aftershocks and you hold onto Phillip, your arms wrapped around him and your tits pressed against his sweaty face. You stay locked like that for who knows how long, almost falling asleep from the exhaustion, until someone knocks on the door.
“Commander? You in there?” a soldier asks.
Phillip lifts his head and presses a kiss to your sweaty chest before responding. “Not now, I’m busy.”
Phillip leans back up, smiling as you giggle underneath him.
“Naughty girl, don’t laugh. We almost got caught ‘cuz of you.”
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Hii, I love the way you write and was wondering if you could do Philip Graves enemies to lovers to yk what 🤪
the investigator
COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~ 3.1k
summary: Commander Graves gets help from an investigator.
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warnings: NSFW, implied age gap, Graves being then nice, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance
a/n: thank you for this request anon! i really tried my best on this, writing enemies to lovers was definitely a nice challenge. hopefully f!reader is okay! also, if anyone sends in a request, my writing tends to be around ~2k+ but i can try (keyword: try) to make them shorter :)
You’re a nuisance to him. Intelligent, resourceful, rude, beautiful. You manage to captivate everyone’s attention whenever you step foot onto the Shadow Company base. You’re kind, too. Always smiling and talking with the other soldiers, showing genuine interest in their conversations.
Until you eventually have to face him. Your demeanor changes, the smile drops from your face and forced formalities leave your lips. Everytime you say “Commander” or “Sir”, Phillip can swear on his life that you’re being sarcastic, a tiny smirk always present on your lips. Phillip hates the effect you had on him. It would be so much easier to write off your existence from his mind, but the way you look and the pull of your hypnotic voice reels him in.
Only in moments like these, when outside help for the Shadow Company is absolutely necessary do you receive the call. You’re an entrepreneur of sorts. Your main talents being investigative and tech work. Shadow Company is one of your least favorite clients, especially since Commander Phillip Graves is always present in the meetings. You aren’t used to speaking to CEOs or Commanders, usually the mission leaders will reach out and take point from there.
Phillip Graves is handsome with a voice like warm honey, able to dazzle and woo anyone who speaks to him. His soldiers are loyal to their leader, Phillip, having earned their respect. Despite this, he irritates you. The way he speaks to you is as if he’s speaking to a child, ignoring the countless accomplishments in your work. You also don’t like the feelings he stirs up.
You were a little dazed the first time you met Commander Phillip Graves, his tactical pants and shirt stretched over his body emphasizing every ripple of hard muscle. It was the look he gave, the one you’d seen many times before as someone young in this industry. Doubt.
“How old are you?” Was the first thing out of his mouth after introductions.
“I’m–”
Phillip interrupted you,“ You haven’t been doing this for long, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. But I’ve had much success in my work. I’m confident enough that I can find whatever you need.”
Phillip hummed, turning to look at his second in command.
Your smile dropped, annoyed at this point at having woken up early and gone against your code of getting into cars with unknown men. Blackout, thick glasses had been placed over your eyes as you approached the base to prevent you from knowing exactly where they were located. They sought after you for your services, not the other way around. Therefore, you were a little offended at the comments and insinuations made by Commander Graves.
“If you don’t believe me, that’s okay. You can find someone else to do it. Who can take me back to my apartment?” You asked, slowly stepping towards the black SUV that had picked you up.
Phillip’s head whipped towards you, stunned at your tone of voice. Never in his years as Commander and CEO had anyone disrespected him, much less in the presence of his top men. He opened his mouth, ready to let you know exactly who was in charge and who gave orders around here before his second-in-command cut him off.
“What he means by that is we are just a little surprised that someone so young can do this job. We’re a little on edge but we’d like for you to provide us some intel.”
You decided to stay, they agreed to your going rate and you didn’t need to speak to Graves for the rest of your time there. He’d pass by the conference room temporarily given to you and give a short glance before looking away. It only took you four days to find everything they needed, the intel legit and his men left impressed by your work. Graves congratulated your work, his body stiff as if he still couldn’t believe it.
You felt smug at being able to prove him wrong, the newly deposited six-figures in your bank account making you especially happy. They didn’t provide you with company secrets, but you knew how desperate the situation was for them to have reached out. Shadow Company reached out a few more times after the first, always willing to pay whatever price for your skills.
Currently, you sit across from Commander Phillip Graves in his office, having been rushed in here the moment you exited the SUV. He’d been sitting at his desk, eyebrows scrunched in concentration when you walked in. Graves looks up, his eyes doing a quick sweep over your body. You choose to ignore the warm feeling it gives you and sit down at one of the empty chairs in front of him. Phillip tries to even out his breathing, having enough on his plate already to be distracted by your pretty face.
Graves runs a hand through his hair before speaking, “I’m… I’m glad you're here. This is urgent.”
He slides a thin folder across the desk before he begins to speak, “This is the profile we have on –”
“I’m sorry, this is it? Four pages? I thought you had more on this guy?”
“I thought you were able to find anyone and anything? Isn’t that your whole business model? With the money I’m paying you, you should be grateful I have more than just his name,” Graves snaps.
“For a company who prides themselves on being the best PMC out there because of how they ‘get shit done’ it's concerning that your staff has only four pages on him after months of research and tracking.”
Phillip stares at you, once again remembering why he finds you so insolent. You quickly scan the pages while completely disregarding him. Shadow Company has been tracking a suspect for months, ready to intercept the moment he tried to sell his merchandise. Using finger quotes to speak to a Commander is unacceptable, and only someone like you would do that. He decides to continue, ignoring your words.
“Like I was saying, this is what we have so far. We believe he might’ve been tipped off about our surveillance. He’s dangerous and we need to find him quickly.”
“I’ll see what I can find, I have some contacts who I can reach out to. I’ll be honest, I need about a week –”
“You have 4 days.”
You give him an annoyed glance before standing up and saying “yes sir.” You’re then led to the same conference room as before and get to work. A few of the employees on the mission check in on you periodically, providing you with any extra information they find.
You reach out to your contacts and have some good leads on where this guy is. Graves comes in on the second day, a few minutes after you arrive from the on-site room they provided. You decide to offer an olive branch.
“Good morning, sir. Did you want a recap of what I’ve found so far?”
He says nothing, pulling out a chair opposite of yours. Your eyes are going to get stuck in the back of your head with the amount of times you’ve rolled them whenever in his presence.
He fixes you with a stare,“ You know I looked into your other contracts, everyone says what a ‘pleasure’ you are to work with.”
You lift an eyebrow with his statement, trying not to laugh at his use of finger quotes which is probably punishment for your actions yesterday. You can’t help yourself, you like pushing his buttons.
“You spent time researching me instead of, oh I don’t know, trying to find the guy your people lost?”
Phillip watches you type away at your laptop, his mind reeling with a million thoughts, none of them focused on the suspect. He tries not to concentrate on how good you smell or how much he likes the mischievous twinkle in your eyes whenever you look at him. Phillip stands up, not liking the direction of his thoughts. You’re here to do a job, and the less time he spends with you, the better.
“Focus on the job, I want my money’s worth.”
It takes you 3 days to find him, and you’re damn proud of it. The suspect had been laying low on a small boat off the coast and the Shadows were able to pose as buyers to intercept him. You stand in Graves’ office as his second-in-command once again thanks you for your efforts before leaving you two alone. Your bags are packed and a car is waiting for you on the ground floor. Phillip stands and rounds the corner from his desk. He has a pensive look on his face when he addresses you.
“You should have received the deposit to your bank account by now.”
“About that –”
“Let me finish.” He pauses before taking a deep breath, “It was a few more than your going rate. It's my way of apologizing for how I’ve treated you.”
Your eyebrows shoot up. You thought the extra money had been a thank you for completing the job early, not for an apology.
“This job, this industry it… It takes a toll on you. That's not an excuse for how often I doubted you. You shouldn’t be spoken to in that way, whether you complete a job or not.”
The look in Graves’ eyes seems sincere. You’re used to working with demanding people, it’s just a fact of life. Yet, it isn’t often when people like him apologize.
“I forget that everyone is just trying to make it in this world and you don’t need some old guy making it harder for you. I’m sorry.”
You laugh, ”You’re not that old. And… I accept your apology.”
Phillip never thought he’d get turned on by the sound of your laugh, but it happens. His pants tighten once he hears the melodic tone of your laugh and the sight of your genuine smile directed towards him. He smiles, stretching out his hand to shake yours. You suck in a shaky breath, his eyes are bright and the fangs at the edge of his smile give you impure thoughts. His hand is warm and firm against your own. You feel tingles shoot up your arm as he gently shakes it.
“I guess I should go now.”
He doesn’t let go of your hand, moving his thumb across your knuckles.
“Yea, you probably should.”
You’re not sure who lunges first. One moment you’re both an appropriate distance apart, the next his hands have pulled you in at the waist while your hands tug at his soft hair, his lips pressed against your own. Graves’ gives hungry kisses, biting or tugging at your lips.
He moans when you give a hard tug on his hair, digging his hands into your lower back. Graves turns you both around while never breaking the kiss, clumsily walking you towards his desk. He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down along with your soaked panties, pushing your hands away as you try to unbuckle his belt.
“No, not yet,” he says while breaking this kiss.
You kick off your shoes and shimmy the rest of the way out of your bottoms. Graves grabs the end of your shirt and drags it over your head. Your bra follows soon after and you’re left completely naked in his office. He steps back to admire you, a hand dragging from your collarbones down to pinch each nipple, then to your clenched tummy until he drags a finger up and down your wet seam.
“Sit on the desk,” he orders.
“Yes, Commander.”
He groans as you sit on the desk and spread your legs, palming the hard bulge in his pants. Graves steps between your open thighs and pushes lightly at your chest. You get the hint and lie flat on your back.
He kneels down and runs the tip of his tongue from your swollen clit to your slick opening. Graves’ hands are firm on your thighs to keep them open as he starts with strong strokes of his tongue against your seam. You grip the edge of the desk, whines falling from your lips.
“So wet and sweet for your Commander, right baby? Seems like the only way to shut you up is by licking this pretty pussy.”
Graves slips a finger in your opening while latching onto your sensitive button. Phillip can’t believe how velvety and soft you are around his fingers. Your walls pulse with each thrust of his fingers, feeling each squeeze travel to his hard cock.
Phillip wants to be gentle with you, he wants to learn and explore every inch of your body with his tongue, hands, and eyes. He wants to know what makes those pretty whimpers escape your throat, what makes you nice and creamy for him. Your hips can’t stop twisting against his tongue and fingers. Graves laughs against your pussy.
“Needy girl, aren’t you.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Phillip makes his tongue rigid and attacks your clit with harsh licks. He loves how quick you are to grip and pull his hair. The noises throughout the office are obscene, his moans mingling with yours along with the wet squelch of his fingers in your pussy. Graves uses his free hand to move your grip from his hair, leaning back to take a look at the gorgeous sight before him.
He stops the thrusts of his fingers to land slaps on your swollen, glistening pussy. You yelp from the sting, each slap landing directly on your clit. He plunges his fingers back in, finding the spongy spot inside of you with a curl of his two fingers.
“Come on baby, give your Commander what he wants.”
You can’t take it anymore. Your back arches on the desk and your mouth falls open in a scream. Your vision goes blurry, the hot pleasure beginning in your core until it spreads throughout your entire body. Your tummy clenches from the orgasm and you squeeze down on his fingers.
Phillip lets out a husky moan while licking your clit as your walls flutter around the thrust of his fingers, the taste of your slick etching into his mind. He slows his movements and finally stops, letting your thighs close from the overstimulation. Phillip stands and brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck off your juices from his fingers.
“So sweet for such a rude girl.”
Phillip drags his pants down, only moving his briefs to rest below his heavy balls. He removed\s his shirt and throws it to the closest chair. Phillip wants to feel your naked skin on his own. He hooks your leg around his waist and slaps your ass to get your attention again. You lie on the desk with your eyes half closed, trying to regain your senses and feeling in your limp body.
Graves drags the tip of his hard cock up and down your wet pussy. He can’t resist thrusting against your wet folds, your pussy opening for him like flower petals. You feel extremely empty at that moment. You want Graves to fill you up and stretch you. Your hips move in small circles, feeling the underside of his cock slide against your heat.
“Please Commander, please, please. I want you inside of me.”
Phillip hums, ”I don’t know. You’ve been so naughty all this time. Do bad girls who disrespect their Commander deserve this?” He takes that moment to plunge only the tip in before dragging it out to spread your folds.
You’re close to tears at this point, your nails digging into his hard back trying to push him into you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you babble, ”just please fuck me, Commander.”
You have nothing to apologize for, Phillip just wants to tease you and have you begging for his cock. He takes that moment to push in the thick tip and give a deep plunge inside. You’re hot and creamy and soft and all around him, Phillip almost collapsing from the pleasure. You’re left speechless for the first time in your life, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you feel stretched to your limit.
Phillip slowly slides out and watches your inner lips grip his cock, your body not wanting him to leave. He slowly pushes in and out to familiarize himself with your tight heat. You begin to drag your nails up and down his lower back as Graves moves a hand to grip your thigh and another to roughly squeeze your tit.
“How’s that baby? You like it?”
“So good, sir. So fucking good.”
You can barely form a thought, but manage to whimper out a response. His thrusts speed up, sweet words falling from his lips with each squeeze and pulse of your pussy. Graves calls you a naughty girl or tells you how exquisite you feel around him. He leans over to place kisses along your forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. You suck and bite his bottom lip when one particular thrust hits your g-spot perfectly.
Phillip wants more. He speeds up his thrusts and moves your thigh with both hands to plunge in deeper. The new position makes you see stars. He manages to thrust into the hilt and drag his tip against the spongy spot inside of you with each slide. Phillip can feel his orgasm approaching. His thrusts become sloppy and his grip on your thigh becomes tighter.
“Nothing to say to me now, huh?”
You really don’t. Your mind is only focused on how full you are and how you never want it to end. Phillip turns to look down and fixes his gaze on his cock hammering into your swollen pussy. He begins swiping his thumb over your clit, wanting to give you one more orgasm as he quickly nears his own.
Once again you feel an orgasm wash over you and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Phillip gives another thrust and his heavy balls pulse as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside your already stuffed pussy. His breath stutters in his throat and he grips your thighs. Graves collapses on top of you, his hips continuing with short, rough movements.
Both of your bodies are slick with perspiration. You stroke light fingers along his back and through his hair as you both regain control of your breathing. He peppers kisses along your neck and up to your lips.
“Guess I should let the driver know it’ll be a while until you leave, right?”
You let out a soft giggle, ”I think that’ll be a good idea, Commander.”
“Call me Phillip.”
You reach to caress the muscles on his chest as he slowly stands to full height again, moaning as he hardens in you again.
#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves x female reader#phillip graves smut#cod x reader#cod mw2#phillip graves#cod mw2 smut#graves x reader#graves x you#shadowlali
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Lali!!!!😫
I have something playing in my brain, and you nailed that Ale fic so you'd do this justice honestly.
Hear me out right, neighbor!Alejandro x chubby f!reader.
We'll forget Ale has a ranch somewhere and give him a place in Las Almas closer to the base, reader is new in town and behold she lives next door to the hot serious looking dude she peeped.
Reader is in her mid 20's, Ale is mid 30's so they're both thinking they should just stay in their own lanes for obvious reasons * only to themselves* so they don't interact very much but the absolute pining 👀
Especially seeing as some of their windows line up so they get to observe each other on the down low, not even in a perv way until that does happen one day.
I just need them fighting for their lives to devils tango and date because they've been skirting around each other for a damn minute.
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COD - Alejandro Vargas x chubby fem!reader
[18+]
wc:~2.9k
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warnings: NSFW, age gap (f!reader in her mid 20s and alejandro is in his mid 30s), voyeurism (kinda), cuddling for warmth (hehe), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, some proofreading
a/n: for some reason i wrote this as if Las Almas is by the beach, i have no idea if it is... lol. much love to all of you, thank you for reading and interacting with me 🤍🤍🤍
You like Las Almas, it's alive, friendly, and right on the coast. It wasn’t always like this, while getting to know your new neighbors you learned of the threats faced before. The town was finally rid of cartel violence with the vigorous efforts of Los Vaqueros. You see in the faces of the people how much they respect and love Los Vaqueros whenever they're brought up in conversation.
You've also developed a respect for them, especially Coronel Alejandro Vargas. He not only took it upon himself to protect Las Almas, but has also provided funding to community projects. After buying your new house, you found out that the Coronel lives right next door. He hasn’t been home in a while, the other neighbors informing you Alejandro often patrols the outskirts of town on a weekly basis.
It's during the end of your usual morning walk that you notice a black Jeep parked in the Coronel’s driveway. The trunk is open and you see a tall, broad shouldered man walk towards the Jeep. You stop, taken aback by the muscles rippling across his tanned arms and the way the sun glows on his skin.
Images of him gripping your thick thighs flash in your mind. You try to shake those thoughts out of your head, Coronel Alejandro Vargas is your neighbor and older than you, with a demanding job and responsibilities. There is absolutely no way anything can happen between the two of you. You start walking again, pushing your thoughts aside and doing the neighborly thing of introducing yourself.
Alejandro hears soft footsteps approaching and turns to look. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in your bright smile. He tries to calm the blood roaring in his ears as he notices your young face, realizing you're most likely in your mid 20s, too young for him.
“Good morning, Coronel!”
“Buenos días, nena. What can I help you with?”
“I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your new neighbor.”
He takes a rough breath, glancing over at your house. He assumed that the house had been bought by a family with the nicely cut grass, clean porch, and open windows that mirrored his own. Alejandro internally groans, cementing in his mind to stay as far away from you as possible.
“Ah, I didn’t realize the house was sold. No need for formalities, nena, Alejandro is fine.”
You smiled at his words, ”Okay, neighbor.”
He gives your body a lightning quick once-over before answering again, ”Welcome to the neighborhood, if you ever need anything, just ask.”
You say your goodbyes and walk into your house, feeling dejected that you’ll never know what his arms feel like. And it continues, you do your early morning walks at the same time he leaves for base. You wave at each other but never speak more than a few words.
It's difficult, you aren’t sure why he's constant in your mind. His face is always fixed like a statue, serious and chiseled. But the moment someone speaks to him, Alejandro’s face breaks into a smile. You try to tell yourself it's nothing more than a silly crush, God knows the last time you looked at another man romantically.
All while this plays in your head, you have no idea of the thoughts running through Alejandro’s mind. He's angry, mainly at himself, for being so caught up in the life of his sweet, no – young – next door neighbor. He has to remind himself of the 15 year or so age difference and all of his baggage, so much baggage.
Alejandro notices how quickly you've adjusted to life in Las Almas, how the people took to you and how comfortable they are around you. Even from far away he's noticed how kind and welcoming and pretty you are. He tries not to stare when you walk past in the morning, your shorts or skirts doing nothing to hide soft curves, plush skin, fantasizing how they would mold to his body very nicely – no. Alejandro can’t have those thoughts.
So you both stay away, slowly failing to control the internal battle. You feel a little guilty at times, watching Alejandro in his house through the open windows. At night, he sits in his living room, his face scrunched in concentration while he goes over what you assume are reports and maps of the town. You try not to be so obvious, your heart fluttering at experiencing something so domestic and intimate.
For only a moment, you imagine being in his home and gently massaging his shoulders to help him relax after a long day of work. Alejandro usually doesn’t keep his curtains open, but he tells himself it's just a way for natural light to come in. Deep down he knows that isn’t the only reason.
On the nights he comes home early from base, Alejandro sees you sitting in your living room, a book in one hand and tea in the other. Other nights you have friends over, the perfect little host cooking or dancing, always with a smile on your face. He craves more, wanting to read to you with your head in his lap or cook you dinner on the nights you're both home early.
You're getting ready for bed one night before you remember to close the open windows. The lights in your house are off, only the moonlight shining through, so you decide against your robe and walked over to the windows in a silk nightie. Alejandro sits at his window seat, nursing a nightcap as he goes over his tasks for the next day.
You don’t notice him, more focused on moving the curtains and stretching up to shut the clasps in the window. He turns just as you stand on your tiptoes, watching your nightie ride up and reveal the matching panties. Alejandro sits frozen, feeling a flash of heat in his lower stomach. He's confused, not sure if he should inform you that he can see you or continue staring like a voyeur. It happens fast, you finish closing everything up and walk back to your room, completely unaware of Alejandro.
Alejandro’s greetings the next few days are a bit tense, he takes one look at you and lifts his hand for a quick hello before driving off. You aren’t quite sure why there is a change in his demeanor, but chalk it up to him being busy at work or possibly the coming storm. The wind and rain begin to pick up in the afternoon, your power eventually going out. You are a little nervous, a new home and no power, but you decide to call it an early night.
As it nears nighttime, the rain begins to fall like rocks against your roof. It's too difficult to fall asleep with the noise, so you light some candles in your living room and decide to finish one of your books. The house becomes cold and your many blankets don’t help much. You're surprised to hear knocking at your door, wondering who could be out in this weather. As you open the door, Alejandro stands there looking worried, his hair damp from a shower and the rain slowly wetting his jacket.
“¿Estás bien? ¿Se te fue la luz?” [Are you okay? Did your power go out?]
“Oh, hi! Yes, my power went out but I’m okay.”
Alejandro doesn’t look convinced. “I would’ve come earlier but the road from base was blocked by a fallen tree. Are you sure you’re fine?”
It's difficult to respond after that. Alejandro was worried about you? He wanted to come see you? You don’t even think about your next words.
“¿Quieres pasar, Alejandro?” [Do you want to come in, Alejandro?]
No words are spoken in the next few moments, your breathing becoming stuttered as you stare into his eyes.
“Sí.”
You open the door wider, the hallway suddenly feeling much smaller than it actually is. He walks in, his body heat warming you up instantly. It's difficult to ignore the way Alejandro smells as he walks past, like fresh rain and soap. You grab a few towels for him and come back to see him taking off his jacket, the black long sleeve he wears doing nothing to hide his broad shoulders. He thanks you for the towels, his fingers brushing yours as he grabs them. You try to hide the shiver that runs through your spine, knowing it isn’t from the cold.
“Is the power out at your house too?” you ask.
“I haven’t checked. I wanted to come here first, since you're alone.”
“Thanks again, Alejandro. If anything I’m a little cold but I’ll just grab a few more blankets. I don’t want to keep you long. I’m sure you're tired from being at work all day.”
You're trying to do the appropriate thing, send Alejandro on his way before you do something incredibly stupid. The fog in Alejandro’s mind finally clears as he notices the goosebumps on your arms and the chill in the house. He turns to look at the cocoon of blankets on your couch.
“Do you want me to stay? I could help keep you warm for a bit.”
Your eyes widen slightly, not sure if you heard Alejandro correctly.
“Eh, olvídalo. Mejor me voy –” Alejandro’s voice is hurried, an embarrassed expression blooming on his face. [Forget it. I’ll leave.]
“No, it’s – yes, please stay.”
He stills before nodding, placing his jacket on a nearby chair and kicking off his boots. You try to not look too excited as you walk towards the couch, moving the blankets to make room for the both of you. Alejandro sits next to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch. You leave some room between the two of you before you feel his hand on your upper arm. Alejandro becomes aware of his pounding heart as you lean your head on his shoulder.
Your soft voice vibrates on his shoulder as you ask, “how was work?”
“Uh, fine. We planned some new patrols before the rain started. Then I made sure the soldiers went to check on their families after we managed to move the tree.”
“That was nice of you. Do you have any family in town, Alejandro?”
He likes this. He likes how comfortable you are with him, how interested you are about his life, how right the moment feels.
“My parents and siblings live outside of town, closer to the mountains. I’m the only one who lives in town.”
You turn your head slightly to look up at him, your body warm and lax. Alejandro’s fingers, whether he actually knows what he was doing, run light circles up and down your arm.
“Do you get lonely being the only one here?”
“Not really, Los Vaqueros became my second family. Especially my second-in-command, Rudy. I visit my family often at their ranch. Do you get lonely, nena?”
The noise from the wind and rain fade away, the both of you concentrated on the warmth of your bodies and the sound of each other's voices. Alejandro brings his head close to yours, his lips ghosting a path across your forehead.
“No, I’ve made a lot of close friends while I’ve been here.”
Alejandro hums, bringing his other hand to lift your chin. His soft lips press gently to yours, tingles shooting across your lips. His thumb strokes your cheek before he wraps his hand around the back of your neck. You open your mouth slightly, tracing his bottom lip with your tongue. Alejandro immediately gives you entrance, his tongue strong against your own.
You place your hands on his chest, loving how he tastes like mint toothpaste, but still uniquely him. His hand tilts your head to place wet kisses on your neck. Alejandro moves the blankets to the side, angling your body towards the middle of the couch. He presses kisses on your chest covered by your thin cami before moving to kneel in front of you.
“¿Esto está bien?” [Is this okay?]
You nod, no longer feeling cold. Alejandro pulls your pajama pants and panties down while you lift up your hips to help him. He starts with soft kisses on your thighs before using his big hands to spread them open. Alejandro swipes his tongue from your entrance to clit, groaning as the sweet flavor hits his tongue.
It's an unbelievable sight, such a tall and impressive man on his knees, eating like he's hungry. Your hands move to run through the short black curls on his head, back arching when Alejandro slips a finger in your slick opening. He begins a sucking motion on your swollen clit, adding a second finger to his slow thrusts.
Alejandro switches, moving his thumb to stroke your swollen button then pressing his long tongue into your wet heat. He enjoys the small whimpers that leave your mouth and the sting at his scalp where you pull his hair. Your thighs wrap around his head as his fingers speed up and the sucking became intense. Alejandro grips your thick thigh with his free hand, loving how uncontrolled you become.
He can’t resist biting your soft inner thighs or licking hard strokes all around your wet pussy. His fingers curl into you and his teeth lightly nip your swollen clit. You gasp, your stomach clenching as an orgasm rips through you. Alejandro’s motions don’t cease, his groans vibrating against you. You become limp from pleasure, loosening your thighs around his head.
Alejandro stands at full height, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his jeans. The rest of his clothes soon follow, the candle light bathing his hard body in warm shadows. Alejandro grips his length, giving it a few pumps, the tip flushed red and slightly leaking. He moves your legs sideways, having you lie down fully on the big couch as he climbs on. Alejandro pushes one of your knees to stretch you open and run the tip of his cock up and down your seam.
“Please, Alejandro.”
His stare becomes heavy as he plunges in, a loud moan escaping his mouth. Alejandro grabs your hips, loving how soft and thick you feel in his hands. He slides one hand up to drag down the thin strap of your cami and pinch your nipples. Alejandro’s eyes feast on your body, roaming from the place where you two are joined to the soft jiggle of your tits and up to the uninhibited look on your face.
He switches the movement of his thrusts, sliding out with only the tip inside before bottoming out completely. Each push of his hips hits that special spot inside of you that makes you see stars and dig your nails into his lower back.
“Tan mojada y preciosa.” [So wet and lovely.]
The slick sounds and your moans fill the living room, the rain long forgotten. Alejandro places one hand by your head and the other stretches your knee even further, giving him ample leverage to plunge in and out. His forehead presses down on your own before you tilt your head up to place clumsy kisses on his lips and chin.
“Oh, oh, oh! I’m clo – so close, Alejandro!”
“Shhhh, I know, nena. Let go, please.”
You feel Alejandro everywhere. Alejandro, Alejandro, Alejandro is constantly repeating in your mind before you begin to chant it out loud. It's too much but at the same time you know you’d cry real tears if he stopped.
The small circles your hips make to match his thrusts turn sloppy as you feel pressure clawing at your core. Your eyes roll back into your head, Alejandro moving to swallow your screams with his lips. Your head becomes empty as you feel delicious heat spread throughout your body. Alejandro moves his mouth to your ear, telling you how perfectly you took him and how pretty you looked.
“Mi nena, tan preciosa.” [My girl, so lovely.]
His voice becomes husky and his grip on your body becomes tighter. You drag your nails lightly up and down his back as you move to kiss him. You suck his tongue into your mouth, wanting to show your thanks. Alejandro feels intoxicated, only focused on your mouth and chasing his orgasm from your slick heat.
You press kisses on his lips, whispering against his mouth how good he feels and how much you want him to finish inside of you. Alejandro’s thrusts are rough, he can't believe how wonderful tight you are. He pulses inside of you, filling you up with his come. He hides his face in your neck, his whines sounding sweet in your ear.
Your lower bodies are sweaty and slick as he continues to pump his hips, not wanting the moment to end. At last he stops, falling on top of you. You drag your fingers through his hair, down his back, and up his shoulders. Alejandro is stretched comfortably on top of you, bathing you in his warmth and masculine scent. He reminisces on his thoughts from before, your soft curves do mold nicely to him. Alejandro can't help himself and he once again takes your mouth in a wet kiss.
He moves his head back, staring down with half lidded eyes, ”Are you still cold?”
You giggle, “No.”
"I probably should've bought you dinner first, right?"
You smile up at him, "you can always make it up to me."
#alejandro vargas x reader#alejandro vargas x female reader#alejandro vargas smut#cod x reader#cod mw2 x female reader#alejandro vargas#cod mw2 smut#shadowlali#alejandro vargas x chubby f!reader
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hot chocolate and snickerdoodle cookies
COD AU - Phillip Graves x bed and breakfast owner!fem!reader
[18+]
summary: Phillip visits a bed and breakfast from his childhood. He meets the new owner, a sweet soul who helps him grieve.
wc: 6.3k
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[photos found on pinterest, all credit to original owners of the photos above]
warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, DUAL P.O.V., no use of Y/N nor details on reader’s appearance, talks about losing loved ones (grandparent, great aunt, great uncle), soft!graves, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink (if you squint)
a/n: happy new year's! here's my take at a soft (but still commanding) graves <3 thank you all for the support! when i started this blog in august i never though i'd have people read my stuff 😭 may you all have an amazing and blessed new year! also don't read too much into the layout/logistics of the bed and breakfast i've only been to like two or three lol
Phillip’s. P.O.V.
Phillip sits in his idling car, staring at the dreamy, two-story bed and breakfast. It’s covered in a light sheet of snow with a few cars parked in the front. Through the big, front window, he can see the orange flickers of light emanating from the fireplace.
It’s been years since he’s last visited. Despite the welcoming atmosphere of the town and of the house, his heart hammers in his chest. He recognizes the same small grocery store, same tiny post office, same park… but it seems different?
And it is, at least to him. His grandmother, the one who introduced him to this place decades ago, is long gone. It didn’t matter that his parents would abandon him months on end, he had his grandmother and that was more than enough.
They stumbled on this town decades ago, when he was just a boy. Eventually it became a tradition. Every year his grandmother would bring him and every year they would stay in this bed and breakfast. He remembers the hot chocolate and snickerdoodle cookies and the soft beds. He remembers the older couple who owned the place, how kind and willing they were to include Phillip and his grandma in their holiday traditions.
Then it stopped. He joined the military, was shipped all over the world and only saw his grandma a few times a year. She never seemed to mind, happy to see her grandson all grown up and doing something he loved. The time spent with her became less and less. Lines and white hair, a symbol of a life well lived, appeared on her. It only made her more beautiful to him.
But time eventually caught up to her. Her hands shook when she reached for a cup of tea and it took her longer to walk up the stairs. Phillip didn’t want to stay away anymore. He had already thought of creating Shadow Company to be his own boss, his own commander. And his grandmother’s worsening condition only made him work faster to achieve that dream.
He didn’t see her too often, but she stayed in his home, under the care of a specialized team. Once Shadow Company was built, they had only three holidays together. Three holidays spent in the cute mountain town in the same two-story bed and breakfast. On the last Christmas before her passing, he held in his tears. She was too frail to open her presents. It was difficult for her to walk without assistance and her memory had long begun to fail her.
But they sat in front of the fireplace, surrounded by the chatter of the other guests and family of the owners. He held her softer hand in his and basked in the warmth of the flames and the love of his grandma. She turned slightly in her chair, covered under a mountain of blankets, and stared at his side profile.
Phillip… my baby boy, she had said softly. He turned to look at her, feeling her soft hand cup his cheek. Yeah, gram? I’m right here. A few months after that, once they were back in Texas, she passed peacefully in her sleep. There were hundreds of cards and flowers sent by everyone who knew her. There were people he didn’t even recognize at her funeral. But it was a testament to how loved she was by those around her.
The couple from the bed and breakfast visited and expressed how hurt they were by her passing. Their bodies were also frail and soon after they would pass too. He cried and cried and cried until there were no more tears. A strong, assertive soldier reduced to tears. Phillip walked around his grandmother’s room at his home and wrapped himself in the blankets she would knit. Time passed and he threw himself into his work, not thinking too much about her or the memories.
Even now, many years later, it still pains his heart when he thinks of her. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to see the park and the swings where she’d push him until he felt like he was flying. He doesn’t want to see the snow and think about the snow angels or the snowball fights they used to have. It hurts. It hurts so much to relive those memories.
But he can’t live like this anymore. He wants to remember her and everything she did for him. Phillip wants to grieve properly even if he knows it’ll split his heart wide open. She deserves to be talked about and her memory deserves to be cherished.
Before his surge of confidence fades, Philip turns off the SUV and grabs his luggage from the passenger seat. He jogs across the street, wanting to escape the cold. He reaches the porch, seeing Christmas lights wrap around the front posts. It's past Christmas now, only a few days away from New Years, but he can see the giant green tree with shiny ornaments through the window.
Before he can knock on the door, it swings open. You stand there, encased in a knit sweater and leggings, looking way too sweet and soft for your own good. Phillip is left speechless for a moment, blinded by the smile on your pretty face.
“Hi! Welcome, come on in!” you say, motioning for him to enter the foyer.
Phillip clears his throat and offers you a smile. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You close the door behind him, passing close enough for him to smell your perfume. Without thinking he breathes in deep, filling his lungs. He follows you to the front desk, wondering if you're related to the previous owners. As he gives his name and hands over his license he discreetly looks at your name tag. Phillip rolls your name quietly over his tongue, looking away once you take your eyes off of the computer.
“You’ve been here before! Your name is in our system,” you exclaim.
His heart pinches uncomfortably and before he can formulate a response you reach over on the desk and grab a picture frame.
“I thought you looked like the boy in this photo… this is you, right? With your grandma and my great aunt and uncle!”
He takes the picture frame from you, brushing against your soft hands. His breath catches in his throat and tears prick his eyes. It is him with his grandmother alongside what he now knows to be your great aunt and great uncle. He’s a young teen in this photo, at this point already taller than his grandma.
“They passed when I was young but they always talked about you and her. You guys were like a second family to them,” your soft voice breaks through his thoughts.
“They were–they were always so welcoming to us,” he whispers,” I have some great memories from this place.”
He hands back the picture and you place it once more on the desk. You hand him a key and walk around the desk towards the hallway.
“Well, Mr. Graves, I hope you’re able to create some new ones.”
“Phillip is fine, sweetheart. No need for formalities.”
You hum, nodding your head slightly. You ask if he needs help with his luggage and he immediately says no, motioning you to continue walking. He follows you, taking in his surroundings. Not much has changed since he was last here. The same dark wood floors and furniture adorn the place. He sees photos of other guests on small tables and on the walls of the hallway.
He breathes in the familiar scent of the home and lets the warmth wash over him.
“Is it just you here? Do other family members help run the place?” Phillip asks as you lead him up the stairs.
“It used to be my parents, but they left it to me. They said I’m more passionate about this house.”
“I remember how packed it got when I was younger,” Phillip states,” we always made sure to make our reservations well in advance.”
“It was like that a few days ago during Christmas,” you agree,” my parents came to help. I like it though, it’s always fun meeting new people.”
You stop at the end of the hallway and open the door to the large bedroom. A canopy bed with white curtains and fluffy pillows is placed in the center of the room. There’s a large dresser and nightstand in the same dark wood style as the furniture throughout the house. It’s exactly as Phillip remembers.
“I put towels in the bathroom for you and some extra blankets in the storage bench,” you say as you motion towards the ottoman at the end of the bed. “I’m down the hall if you need anything else.”
“Thank you, doll. I think I’ll be just fine.”
“Do you want any coffee or tea? I had just taken out the cookies from the oven before I saw you through our camera.”
Phillip laughs, now understanding why you opened the door before he knocked. “No thank you, I think I’m just going to get ready for bed.”
“Alright Mr. Gra–Phillip,” you remind yourself,” Have a good night!”
- - -
Phillip walks down the stairs, seeing cars leave the driveway from the window.
“Bye, thank you for coming! Have a safe trip back home,” you call out through the open front door.
“Mornin’,” he calls out.
You close the door before turning towards him. “Goodmorning, Phillip! How’d you sleep? Do you want some coffee?”
“Good, great actually. Those beds, wow, the softest I’ve ever slept on.”
You laugh in agreement. “Yeah, they did good in choosing that brand of mattresses. Coffee? Or are you going out?”
“Coffee would be great, doll.”
He follows you to the dining room where he sees an assortment of pastries, eggs, coffee, juice, and other breakfast items on the table.
“Any plans for today?” you ask while serving him a cup of coffee.
He takes a moment to think about your question. He really isn’t sure where to begin in this town. There’s a few places his grandmother would take him, but Phillip wonders how difficult and uncomfortable it will be for him to revisit those places without her. It’s difficult enough to be in this place with the memories hitting him at every corner.
“Uh, I’m not quite sure. Maybe take a walk around town.”
You fiddle with your sweater as an anxious look crosses your face. “I found something this morning in the attic. Is it okay for me to show it to you?”
Phillip’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion and he nods. You walk into the kitchen and a minute later walk out with a leather book in your hands. You pull out the chair next to Phillip, sit and open the book to reveal pages of photos.
“It’s their photo album,” you explain,” from all of their guests. I went to look for some light bulbs and accidently knocked over a box. This was inside of it.”
You flip some pages and land on photos of a younger Phillip and his grandmother. Phillip gently grabs the photo album and brings it closer to him. There’s pictures from the very first time they visited to pictures of him and his grandma ice skating at the park. Each flip of the page shows Phillip at different stages of his life and all around town or in the house.
“I can tell by your face that this is as much of a surprise to you as it was to me.”
Phillip nods,” I had no idea there were photos. Why do you think they kept these?”
“I’m not quite sure, they never mentioned anything when I was younger. They only showed me the picture that’s on the front desk. Maybe they forgot about it?”
Phillip nods absentmindedly, flipping through the many pages. Tears prick his eyes and he gets a wave of nostalgia and grief. Before a teardrop falls he quickly slams the book shut and pushes it back to you.
“Thank you, uh, for showing me this,” Phillip murmurs as he stands up.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Phillip,” you stress,” the last thing I wanted to do was make you sad. I just wanted to show you these because I know it makes me feel better when I look back through photos.”
Phillip stops in his tracks with your words.
“It makes you feel better?”
You nod quickly, standing up from your own chair and walking slowly towards Phillip. “I mean, of course it hurts to think that my loved ones aren’t here anymore. But, I have pictures and I have memories. I talk about them and I visit places we went together and I make new memories.”
Phillip rubs a hand on his forehead, taking in your words. He wonders if this is where he should begin. Seeing those photos made Phillip feel emotions he hadn’t experienced in years. But that’s why he’s here, to honor her and no longer repress his memories.
“It’s–it’s hard for me to think about my grandma. I don’t know how to–to get through this sadness. It’s been so long but it still feels as if it just happened.”
“Is that why you’re here? To process her passing?”
“Yes,” Phillip whispers,” it’s funny, actually. I’m a soldier who’s used to running onto battlefields and dangerous territories without a second thought. But this,” he points to the photo album,” scares me… I’m not sure why I’m telling you all of this, but I feel like I can trust you.”
You beam at him, showing him the pretty smile that’s captivated him from the moment he first laid eyes on you. “Of course you can trust me Phillip. And I know we just met but you don’t have to be scared. I can help you if you’d like?”
“How?”
“Well,” you say while walking back to the photo album and flipping to the first page with his photos,” there’s a ton of activities you can do according to these pictures. Like ice skating at the park.”
Phillip scratches his head, not quite up to do things alone. “I don’t know if I want to go by myself–”
“Would you like me to go with you?”
Phillip’s heart skips a beat at your suggestion. “You’d do that, sweetheart? Don’t you have guests here?”
“No! You’re the last one until after New Year’s. I’d love to help you Phillip, but I also don’t want to interfere in any plans or bother you–”
“No, no. That would actually be–be really helpful.”
Phillip smiles back, entranced by the twinking in your eyes.
“Anywhere in particular you’d like to go first?”
The walk to town is straight out of a movie with snow covering the many trees and rustic-like houses. Despite the cold, the town square is filled with people and laughter. Vendors are set up around the park, selling hot chocolate and different foods.
“I’m not sure, what do ya’ think?” he asks.
“How about the ice rink?”
“Only to watch, not actually skate–”
“What?” you exclaim. “No way. We’re getting on the ice!”
You link your hand in his and begin pulling him towards the open ice rink. He drags his feet, suddenly nervous at the idea of balancing on thin blades. He feels like an awkward teenager again, hoping he doesn’t make a fool of himself in front of the pretty girl he likes.
“Come on, Phillip! You can’t hug the wall the entire time,” you call out.
“I’m not huggin’ the damn— Jesus, fine.” Phillip responds, pushing off the railing and slowly skating towards you.
You start skating backwards, moving farther away for Phillip to follow you. He’s lucky, the rink is mostly empty apart from a few others.
“Where are you goin’ doll? How about we stay in one place–”
“No, silly,” you tease him,” you need to re-learn how to skate. Plus, we need to recreate the picture.”
“Recreate the picture?”
You stop at his question and reach into your jacket pocket. Finally, he thinks as he approaches you. You pull out a stack of photos, the ones from inside of the photo album.
“I brought them so we know exactly what to do. The tree is still up,” you say as you point to the giant christmas tree,” if you stand here I can take a picture and you’ll have a new one. I was thinking you could recreate some of the photos.”
It’s a good idea, a sweet one at that. Even if his legs are slightly shaking from being unbalanced and he knows he’ll eventually make a fool out of himself on the ice, it’s a step in the right direction of the grieving process.
You skate around him and hold up your phone to take a photo. “Ready?”
Phillip stands awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You call out a simple smile but it takes him a moment to do so. He looks around, watching children stumble on the ice and parents or grandparents there to pick them up and push them to try again. He turns to look at people walking through the park, couples hand in hand or children playing in the snow. He feels the wind ruffle his hair slightly and brush across his face.
So he smiles. A genuine smile. One that doesn’t feel forced or sad. He hears the shutter sounds come from your phone and you skate towards him after a few clicks.
“Here, I think these look perfect,” you say as you show him the screen.
“Okay, now it's your turn–”
“No, Phillip. I don’t need any pictures–”
He makes a tsk sounds and grabs your hand before you're able to skate away. “We’ll take one together, that’s my compromise to your idea.”
You roll your eyes playful at him but nonetheless hand him your phone. His pulse flutters on his neck as you lean in closer while he snaps a photo of the both of you. Phillip hands you the phone and you playfully bump into him as you skate away.
“Okay,” he warns,” we’re done here–”
“Show me what you got, Commander.”
After the third time he slips and lands on his butt, you finally decide to leave for the next task. His ego is bruised only a little, the giggles and soft hands you offered every time he fell down were worth the minor embarrassment.
“The hot chocolate your great aunt made was amazing, but I remember liking this one too,” Phillip says once inside the little bakery.
“Her secret was maple syrup and dark chocolate. I haven’t been able to recreate it exactly like hers but I’m still trying.”
The both of you reach the front counter and you order a hot chocolate and sugar donut while Phillip orders a coffee and croissant.
“Coffee? No, Phillip! You need to order a hot chocolate–he’ll get a hot chocolate instead,” you tell the employee.
“Wait–” he starts, but by then the employee has left to prepare the order. “You do realize that I’m a grown man?”
“And? Where’s your childlike wonder? Where’s your inner child, Phillip?” you tease.
You try to pay using your card but Phillip pushes your hand away. “What’re you doin’?”
“It’s my treat, Phil–”
“Don’t be silly, doll,” he gently chastises.
You find a table and sit down, Phillip sliding into the booth right next to you. You cheers his cup and Phillip watches you take a sip. A jolt of arousal hits him the moment you moan at the taste of the drink. Phillip looks away quickly once you make eye contact, feeling himself overheat. He’s usually not so shy around women, quite the opposite actually.
But the emotions he’s experiencing with you are… new. And it’s not because you’re helping him and he’s somehow replacing his grandmother’s memory with you, it’s because you’re sweet. You don’t even know him, yet since the minute you spoke to him you were genuine in your kindness. Here you are now, helping him with your encouraging words and pretty face.
You give him a shy smile and place a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards his own cup. “Try it, Phillip!”
He takes a sip, immediately transported back to his childhood. “Yup, this is just how I remember.”
He hears the shutter of a camera and turns to see you taking pictures of him. He takes the phone from your hands and has you pose to take some of you then of you two together.
In just a few short hours, you’re able to help him recreate most of the photos. By late afternoon, snow begins to fall, landing on your cheeks and eyelashes. The both of you are standing outside the bed and breakfast, admiring a snowman left by one of the guests. He’s enthralled, listening to the rasp of your voice while you recount a story of a snowman you built when you were younger.
You tilt your head back, watching the snowflakes drift down slowly from the sky. He watches them land on your lips and soft skin, suddenly jealous that the snowflakes get to kiss you first.
“Anyways, hungry? Phillip?” you ask, a confused look on your face at his silence.
“Right–yeah, I mean yes,” he stammers out, feeling his face heat.
“How about I cook us something–”
“Let me, as a thank you for today. Going out of your way to help me alleviate the pain, let me at least repay the favor.” Phillip interrupts.
“You don’t have to repay–”
“Show me to the kitchen, sweetheart.”
The busy bee that you are, he soon realizes, you do show him the kitchen but immediately begin cleaning the now empty rooms. He prepares a dish he knows too well, roasted chicken and an assortment of vegetables he finds in the fridge. Even with the soft music playing in the living room and the crackle of the fireplace, he can hear you gently humming from the hallway while you sweep.
He sets another pot of coffee and hears a knock on the front door. You jog to the door and open it, saying hello and thank you so much before shutting the door and walking away. Phillip finishes cooking and washing the dishes he used about an hour later and calls you over to the dining room.
“Who knew the Commander could cook?” you praise him.
He smiles at your comment, a slight flush appearing on his neck. “I’m a real jack-of-all-trades.”
After dinner, the both of you sit in front of the fireplace, basking in the warmth. He listens as you talk about your New Year’s resolutions, mainly wanting to find the time and energy to travel more. Phillip finds comfort in your voice, allowing himself to fantasize what it would be like to retire from Shadow Company and travel the world with you. It’s crazy, since he just met you, but he allows himself to imagine.
“I don’t even know what day it is today. Once Christmas passes it’s hard to keep track. Oh,” you say after a yawn,” I almost forgot.”
You jump out of your seat and pad quickly up the stairs. He listens to your soft footsteps walk around the second floor, then you come back down with another leather book.
“I know I’ve already airdropped the photos to you, but I thought you’d like this as well.”
He takes the book from your hands and opens it, finding all of the old photos matched to the new ones. It’s the pictures of himself, in front or in the middle of whatever activity he and his grandmother were doing. He flips through the pages, finding comfort in her smile, knowing she’d want him to be happy, to not hold onto the pain but only remember the good times they spent together.
He turns to look at you, uncaring that there’s tears in his eyes. “I don’t know what to say, thank you doesn’t seem like enough.”
“It’s more than enough, Phillip,” you whisper, reaching to wipe away a teardrop with your thumb,” Through your stories and the stories of my great aunt and uncle, I feel like I got to know her too.”
“How’d ya’ get these printed so fast?”
“I had my friend at the print shop do it!”
You pull your hand back but Phillip grabs it, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand and another to your wrist. He leaves his lips there for a moment, feeling the flutter of your pulse. He hears the sharp intake of your breath and places another kiss on your skin. You pull your hand away slowly and stand up, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll leave you to look through the photo album. I think it’d be good for you to have some alone time, yeah?”
Phillip nods his head in agreement,“ thank you again, doll.”
Once you're upstairs and he hears the sound of water running from your shower, he allows himself to cry. He traces his fingertips on his grandmother’s face, wishing she were still here. He cries until he can barely see, until the photos become too blurry to focus on.
He cries for keeping the memories locked away in his mind for so many years, for not cherishing her memory. He cries for your thoughtfulness and for your gift. Eventually, he makes his way upstairs and falls heavy on the bed. Exhaustion takes control and he falls asleep, the book still in his hand.
- - -
Reader’s P.O.V.
You’re up early the next morning, like most days. You hear the front door close as you descend the stairs and once you open the blinds, you see Phillip walking in the distance towards the town. He seemed like he appreciated the gift, and you really hope he liked it. The night before, you could hear his sobs and it took everything in you not to come back down and comfort him. But, he needed his time alone.
You finish cleaning up the rest of the rooms, really only needing to put the sheets and towels to wash as you had finished most chores the night before. You’re in the process of starting a fresh pot of coffee and taking muffins out of the oven when you see someone out of the corner of your eye. You turn and find Phillip leaning against the doorjamb with a small smile on his face.
“Good morning, Phillip. How’d you sleep?”
“Mornin’ sweet girl,” he pauses and takes a deep breath before responding,”... good. I had a good night's rest. How ‘bout you?”
“Great!” you respond, a smile spreading across your face.
He places a paper bag from your friend’s print shop on the table. “I have something for you.”
“Oh?”
Phillip pulls out a lavender colored photo album from the bag and presents it to you.
“Oh, Phillip. You didn’t have to buy me a new one! We have a ton of them all over–”
“Doll,” he interrupts,” open it.”
You take it and open up the album, gasping as you see the pictures from the day before. There’s some of you ice skating and of you drinking hot chocolate at the bakery and of course the pictures Phillip took of the both of you.
“This is–wow, Phillip,” you whisper,” I don’t know what to say. This is incredibly sweet of you.”
You flip through the pages for a few minutes, seeing you and Phillip posing. He took time out of his day to not only print the photos, but rearrange them in the album. Your heart beats fast in your chest, the crush you have on him only growing. Without another word you wrap your arms around Phillip. He returns the hug immediately, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m grateful, ya’ know? To you, for being with me while I work through it all,” Phillip says once you pull back,” I still have a lot to do on my own. But you were there, encouraging me to take the first step. The major first step.”
He cups the side of your face and you can’t help but lean into his touch. You’re sure you have a dreamy look in your eyes, completely taken aback by the blue of his.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers.
“What–”
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his eyes flicking from yours back to your lips.
You nod, meeting him halfway. His lips are soft and plush. Phillip cups the back of your head with one hand while the other is placed on your lower back. You run light fingers through his thick hair, running the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip. Phillip groans, pushing his hips into yours.
He grinds his erection into your lower belly and moves his hand to cup the curve of your bottom. You lift up your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist. He angles his hips to grind right against your clothed pussy, eliciting a whimper from your mouth.
Phillip breaks away from the kiss, trailing open mouth kisses to your throat. “Let me take you upstairs,” he groans,” please, sweet girl.”
“Yes, yes, Phillip.”
In under two minutes Phillip is able to get you up to your room. You stand at the edge of your bed while he kisses a path over your clothed breasts and down to the waistband of your leggings. He pulls them down, trailing his lips over the soft skin of your thighs. You wiggle out of them, goosebumps erupting on your sensitive skin.
He presses open mouth kisses to your cotton panties, looping his fingers on the sides and pulling them down slowly. You're wet and achy and hot, all thanks to him. You grip the edges of your sweater and pull it off. Phillip stands to unclip your bra, immediately latching his mouth to your swollen nipples. You link your fingers in his hair and tug, feeling his teeth bite gently on your skin.
“So pretty, aren’t you?” Phillip whispers while gently pushing you to lay on the bed.
He brings your hips right to the edge, spreading open your thighs and running light fingers over your slit.
“All wet and swollen just f’me,” he groans.
You nod even though he’s not looking at you, more focused on kneeling and burying his face in your cunt. “Just for you, just for you–oh god!”
He licks a broad, quick stripe from your entrance to your sensitive clit. He does it again, lapping up your juices.
“Phillip,” you drag his name out in a long moan.
“What baby?” he teases,” you want more?”
He slips a finger inside your drooling entrance, moans erupting from the both of you. He fucks into you gently, adding a second finger and swiping his tongue through your folds. Phillip’s tongue swipes up and up and over your clit repeatedly. You twist and squirm your hips, feeling electricity coil in your tummy. You thank the gods that the house is completely empty because the sounds emanating from your mouth are dirty.
“Such a sweet girl,” Phillip coos against your wet skin,” keep makin’ those sounds f’me.”
Phillip curves his fingers and speeds up his movements, the wet from your pussy only making it easier. So soft and beautiful girl falls from his lips the few moments he comes up for air. You feel heat spread rapidly through your body and then you're falling, falling, falling into the abyss, gripping the comforter tightly to hold you in place. He places a strong hand on your stomach to keep you still while you writhe from his tongue and fingers.
“Oka–okay, no mo–more,” you cry out, shaking from the intensity of the aftershocks.
“You made such a pretty mess,” he groans.
Phillip removes his fingers, placing his forehead on your inner thigh. He breathes in deep and places tiny, wet kisses up to your tummy.
“How was that, sweetheart? Wanna keep going?” he whispers, biting the sensitive skin on your chest.
You move your hands to cup his face and bring him in for a kiss. You lick and bite his jaw, cleaning up your mess and leaving behind red marks on his skin. He falls perfectly between your thighs, lightly grinding his still clothed erection on your sensitive skin.
“You’re wearing too much clothes,” you murmur, sliding your hands underneath his crew neck sweater. “Take them off,” you giggle.
“Yes ma’am,” he says, quickly sliding off the bed.
You sit up and watch as he throws off his sweater and then unbuckles his jeans. While he pushes them down, you bring a hand to his muscled stomach, stroking the heated skin. His cock comes into view and you gasp slightly at the size. You reach a hand down to gently stroke his length, shivering at the feel.
“Don’t worry doll,” he moans,” you can take me.”
He grasps your hand, lay back down, whispered in the quiet room. Phillip climbs on the bed and spreads your thighs to accommodate his hips. He wraps your thigh around his waist and rubs his thick cock between your folds. You reach a hand down and guide him right to your dripping entrance. You throw your head back into the soft pillows, feeling him slide into your messy cunt. He works himself all the way in, his eyes half lidded and jaw clenched.
“Phillip,” you whimper,” you’re deep, baby.”
“Fuck, like if you–if you were ma–made f’me,” he mutters.
Phillip hips fuse to yours and you feel the coarse hair on his groin rub on your wet skin. He stays still, running hands over your thighs and up to your swollen nipples, breathe, baby, he repeats to you. He runs his thumb over your lips, sliding it into the warmth of your mouth.
He stretches you, reaches deep inside of you with his thick cock. You squeeze him, adjusting to his size and the feel of him all around you. He slides back out slowly, gripping your thigh for a better angle. In one swift movement he pushes back in. You suck and bite his thumb, gagging slightly when he pushes it deeper into your mouth.
“Honey, fuck–you feel like honey,” he groans, keeping his eyes locked where you two are joined.
He slips his thumb out of your mouth and moves it to rub small circles on your clit.
“Like that, just like that,” you cry.
Phillip keeps the pace, sliding out and pushing all the way back in. You become limp in his hands, molded by his touch and by his cock. He reaches your cervix with each thrust, kissing the end of you, deeper that anyone else has ever reached.
“Feels good, doll?” he asks, moving faster. “Am I stretching this little pussy?”
Tears fall from the corner of your eyes from the intensity. You nod dumbly, entranced by him. His eyes are almost black, pupils dilated.
“My swe–sweet girl,” he groans,” so tight.”
“So good–i’m so– i’m so,” you stammer.
“I know, baby,” he coos,” you’ve been so good.” His thumb swipes through your folds, gathering your wetness and back up to strum your clit. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
He leans over you, pistoning his hips and rolling your clit with his slick thumb. Your vision blurs then electricity shoots up your spine again. Your mouth opens in a chorus of moans and whimpers. Vaguely, you hear Phillip praise you that’s it, come for me baby, my pretty girl.
He finishes soon after, falling on top of you and burying his head in your neck while he fucks you sloppy through your aftershocks. You feel spurts of warmth as he comes inside of you, marking you. You hear his groans and slight whimpers in your ear while his hips jerk and twitch.
You’re exhausted, body deliciously aching and limp. Your eyes droop as you feel the pull of sleep almost take you. Phillip groans as he leans back, pulling out slowly. You feel the drip of his come slide out of land on the sheets. Phillip uses his fingers to push some of it back in.
“There,” he whispers,” back to where it belongs.”
You roll your eyes but Phillip catches you, slapping your inner thigh. You giggle as he stands, watching while he walks into the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth. He cleans the mess on your inner thighs then cleans himself.
“Take a nap with me,” you plead.
“Tempting, but have you eaten?”
You blink, realizing you were in the process of making breakfast before he arrived.
“Eat first, nap later,” he commands, walking to your drawer and pulling out one of your sweaters, linen pants, and thick socks.
Once you’re dressed, he has you wait on the bed while he goes back to his room to change into new clothes. You walk down the stairs together, you, a little more slowly from the ache between your thighs. You push his shoulder as you see him smirk, only slightly annoyed by him.
After breakfast you fall asleep on the living room floor, Phillip setting up the fireplace and placing a mountain of blankets in front of it. You wake a while later, feeling lax but surprisingly energized. You walk into the kitchen, noticing the sun setting from the window.
“I think today is New Year’s Eve, doll,” Phillip says behind you.
You check your phone while Phillip rubs the sleep from his eyes, noticing that it is in fact New Year’s Eve. The days got away from me, you think, leaning into Phillip’s embrace, in the best way possible.
“Will you help me make hot chocolate?” you ask. “I want to try again with the recipe.”
“As long as you teach me how to make snickerdoodle cookies,” Phillip agrees, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Deal.”
By the time both tasks are finished, you and Phillip find yourselves in the back patio, wrapped in blankets with two cups of delicious hot chocolate and a plate of snickerdoodle cookies. The clock strikes midnight and fireworks light up the sky, Phillip gently grasping your chin while he gives you a New Year's kiss.
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honey and vanilla
COD AU - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~900
summary: Alejandro spends time with the woman he loves.
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warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor details on reader’s appearance, discussions of death and murder, discussions of cartel violence, sex work, angst, possibly unrequited love, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: For @glitterypirateduck writing challenge “Amor a Alejandro!” I used prompt 30. You're the only one I trust to do this. Angst is definitely something I want to write more about. This is, I think, the first time I write it, but I hope I get inspired in the future to do more!
“Mi vida,” Alejandro groans, “made just for me.”
His fingers grip your thigh, making indents in the soft skin. He thrusts in so slowly, sliding through the creamy mess of your fluttering cunt.
“Tell me, tell–me, please,” he pleads.
“I’m yours,” you whine, “just for you.”
Bites and half-moon nail marks cover his back, chest and neck. You mark him like you own him. He speeds up, bottoming out, hoping he reaches deep enough that he ruins you for every other man. You clench tight, hungry for more as he fucks you hard into the mattress.
Alejandro switches from chanting your name to moaning take it, mi vida, take it, like the good girl you are. And you do, you always do. You spread your thighs impossibly wider and drag your fingers over his arms, feeling his muscles ripple from the exertion.
“Princesa, f–fuck,” Alejandro stutters, “te amo, te amo, te amo.” [I love you, I love you, I love you]
I love you, Alejandro, you cry out, I love you. He moves his hips at a punishing pace, slamming into you, feeling the vice grip of your gummy walls suffocate his cock. Your cunt pulses with heat and he knows that you're close.
“Ale–”
“I know, princesa,” Alejandro interrupts, his movements becoming desperate, “come for me, come for me.”
He manages to unsteadily slip a thumb between your thighs and rub fast circles on your swollen clit. Even when he can barely hold himself up from the pleasure, Alejandro always makes sure you finish first.
Your eyes shutter and you ripple and gush around his cock, hands clawing at his arms. Sensitive little thing, he groans, moving his hand to lightly squeeze your neck.
Alejandro forces you to look at him while you come. You know better than to turn to the side, know that the scrunch of your brows and the glassy look in your eyes will push him over the edge.
And it does. Mía, mía, mía, he repeats, filling you up, painting your walls with his thick come. You grip the wrist that holds your neck, holding his hot stare until he collapses into the crook of your neck. You place warm kisses on his temple and ear as your pulse steadies. [Mine, mine, mine]
The honey and vanilla scent of your skin always calms him. Especially in times like these, when missions go south and he loses good—no great, men in the crossfire. A million thoughts swirl in his brain, what could I have done differently, it should have been me, is this fight worth it? But you bring him back, settle the shame and guilt that burns his blood, soothe the rapid pace of his heart.
Your bodies are sticky, sweaty, remnants of your love-making on your thighs and sheets. He moves to lay his head on your bare, soft tummy. Your fingers glide through his thick hair and lightly massage his scalp. Alejandro probably doesn’t deserve this, the softness of your body and the unyielding affection you give him.
“It’s not your fault, Ale,” you whisper, “how would you have known about the ambush?”
“I should’ve known, it’s my job to know these things–it’s my job to prevent these things.”
His voice rises with the last few words, but you keep him in your embrace anyway, continuing to run your hands through his hair. He doesn’t deserve you.
“Cartels are ugly and dangerous, they’ll stop at nothing, nothing, to get what they want, Alejandro. It’s a tragedy what happened, but don’t let them get in your head. Don’t let the death of your soldiers–your brothers be in vain.”
He presses a kiss to your skin, grateful that he came to see you. “You always know what to say, don't you?”
You tug on his hair gently, and whisper no, not always.
“Do you have anyone else to talk to? Like another soldier? War is heavy on the mind, Alejandro.”
Alejandro shakes his head. He can understand where you’re coming from, you don’t want him to do something reckless. “You're the only one I trust to do this–to talk about this. Especially now that I think there’s a mole in my team.”
Alejandro’s eyes glance at the clock on your bedside table, it’s nearing midnight. He needs to go back to base and regroup, go over new strategies and find the mole. His time with you is almost up. There's never enough time to be with you.
“I should go, princesa,” he asks, standing up from the bed to slip on his clothes.
Alejandro takes out an envelope from his jeans pocket and places it on your bedside table. It’s the price you agreed upon last year, and a few extra bills because he likes to spoil you. His heart pinches as he wishes this was real.
But it’s not. The kindness and the warmth you show him is real, but the rest, he pays you to tell him I’m yours and I love you. There’s moments where he tricks himself into thinking that maybe you do belong to him, maybe you do love him.
Even if it’s all fake, he’ll come back to you as long as you let him.
You walk him to the door with your much softer hand linked in his.
“You can call me whenever you want–no charge, Alejandro,” you plead. “we're love–friends. And I care about you so, so much.”
He doesn’t deserve you.
“I will.”
Alejandro places one more kiss on your soft lips and walks out of your home, already counting down the seconds until he can come see you again.
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pure temptation
COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader
[18+]
wc: ~2.1 k
summary: Coronel Alejandro Vargas cannot resist the mayor’s daughter
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warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N, Alejandro is taller and can pick reader up, reader has long hair but other than that no other physical descriptions, some proofreading, age gap (f!reader in her 20s and Alejandro is in his 40s), oral (f! and m! receiving), slight spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
The one temptation Alejandro tries to deny himself is you. He knows it's wrong to feel a deep need for the mayor’s daughter. While Los Vaqueros don’t need permission from your father to operate within Las Almas, there is still a respected alliance.
How would it look if he's caught with the mayor’s daughter? Alejandro is older, with enough responsibilities to keep him occupied. He can’t risk the scandal. But, has he not given so much of himself to this town? To the people? Alejandro deserves this. He deserves you. He's been alone for so long.
You grew up in Las Almas. It's a place you're proud to call home, especially now. All the work done by Los Vaqueros to rid the place of El Sin Nombre has paid off.
-
You had never met them until the night of your father’s victory party at the plaza. That’s when you crossed paths with Coronel Alejandro Vargas. You were a little flustered when introduced to him. He was tall with broad shoulders and a self-assured presence. He wasn’t like anyone you’d met before. When he leaned in for a hug and a kiss on your cheek, he lingered a little longer than what was considered polite.
You didn’t miss the way his hand slowly slid away from your lower back, as if he didn’t want to let go. It was difficult not to steal glances at him throughout the night. You imagined those arms of his being able to hold you up while losing himself completely in your body.
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You’ve been so good your entire life. The perfect daughter, friend, neighbor – whatever it is, you are. Your dad never lets you out of his sight, claiming it's for your own good. None of the men in Las Almas are good enough for his daughter, according to him. You're tired of sneaking around with boys who don’t know how to please you.
Coronel Alejandro Vargas looks like he knows exactly how to please your needy body. Your father would pop a blood vessel if he found out you're attracted to Alejandro. That isn’t going to stop you.
It's not hard to figure out the schedule of Los Vaqueros’ weekly runs into town for supplies. Your sundress is short and flowy, reaching the top of your thighs. You walk over to the local store, hoping to catch Alejandro before they leave. As you round the corner, a hard body collides with you.
“Careful, muñeca,” a deep voice says as firm hands wrap around your waist. [doll]
You look up to see Coronel Alejandro Vargas staring down at you, an amused expression on his face. He makes sure you're balanced before letting go.
“Sorry Ale— I mean, Coronel,” you respond, your skin tingling.
“It’s alright, you can call me Alejandro.”
You smile,” Okay. It’s nice to see you again, Alejandro.”
“Where’s your father? Did you come here by yourself?” He asks, concern etching his eyes.
“He’s in a meeting. And yes, I’m here by myself.” You give him one last bright smile before walking around him and into the store.
Through the store windows you can see him speaking to a few of his soldiers. You watch as he takes a few steps towards one of the Jeeps then walks towards the store entrance, and back again. He looks conflicted.
You wonder what he's thinking until you see him motion the soldiers into one car, leaving the other to himself. Finally alone, Alejandro leans against his Jeep, face in deep concentration. You ignore Alejandro as you exit the store and keep walking towards the direction of your house. A few long strides later and he catches up to you.
“Muñeca, I think it's best I take you home. It’s too dangerous for you to walk these streets.”
“I appreciate it Alejandro, but I think I’ll be okay. You took out all the threats, remember?” you tease.
“Not all of them, let me take you home,” he said as he reaches for your grocery bags.
It only takes him a few minutes to arrive at your house. Your heart races once you notice both of your parents still aren’t home.
“Thank you so much for the ride, Ale. Can I thank you with a cup of coffee?” You ask, your fingers lightly brushing his arm resting on the center console.
There's no mistaking what you're implying by that question. Alejandro glances at your fingers tracing a pattern on his skin before looking into your eyes. It only takes him a few seconds to answer.
“Yes.”
You've just closed the front door and placed down the grocery bags before he presses you against it, his hard body molding perfectly to yours.
“How long until your parents are home?”
“Two hours maybe?” you manage to breathe out.
“Just enough time then.”
Your heart races,” For what?”
“Do you trust me?”
You pause for only a moment, nodding quickly. ”Yes, I do.”
Alejandro’s hands run up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He reaches for your chin with one hand and gently tilts it up while his other hand presses against your rib cage to keep you against the door. You're dazed with want until he finally presses his lips on yours.
You’ve finally gotten your wish. He's here, in the privacy of your home, devouring your mouth like he wants to commit the shape into his memory. You part your lips and flick your tongue on his.
Alejandro moves to grip your throat, his tongue becoming rough but his hand holding your neck so softly. Your hands can feel his defined muscles while you rub up and down his chest. He breaks away and presses your hands to the bottom of your dress.
“Lift it up.”
Your head feels heavy but you manage to lift the dress right above your panties. He stops your hands and traces the seam of the silk material with his long fingers.
You feel heat between your thighs, wanting Alejandro to alleviate the ache. Alejandro’s fingers move the silk to the side to tease your slick entrance.
“Will you let me taste this pretty pussy?”
“Please, oh God.”
Alejandro drops to his knees while warm hands slide up your thighs to remove your panties. He groans once he sees how wet and luscious you are.
“Better than I imagined,” He whispers.
Alejandro hooks your thigh around his shoulder and drags his nose on your inner thighs. He licks up the stickiness from your folds before lapping at your entrance in rough strokes. You begin to rotate your hips in small circles, wanting his tongue anywhere and everywhere. Alejandro’s firm tongue thrusts into your tiny hole, making you cry out in surprise.
Your hips move faster to rub your swollen clit on his long nose. Your hands grip your dress tightly, desperately wanting to run them through his hair. He eats like he's starving. Alejandro comes up for air before quickly lapping at your clit. His moans of pleasure vibrate against you.
“Dios, Ale!”
Alejandro’s tongue swipes up to flick repeatedly on your clit. He keeps the same pattern, sucking the sensitive bud or thrusting his tongue inside of you. Your legs tremble from the pleasure but you manage to find the strength to hold yourself up.
Your hips speed up their movement, grinding on his nose. He can’t resist spanking your ass, loving the way it recoils back into his palm. The air catches in your lungs, your mouth opening in a silent scream. Alejandro once again fuses his mouth to your clit and begins to give light bites and licks.
The delicious pain mixed with the sweet movement of his tongue is too much for you. Your body tenses from the rippling sensations of your orgasm. He groans, his tongue quickly lapping at your entrance once you began to gush. It feels like an eternity until your body stops shuddering.
Alejandro catches you by the waist as he stands up. “¿Estás bien, muñequita?” [Are you okay, little doll?]
You breathe in deep for a few moments before responding, “Yes Ale, fuck. That felt amazing.”
Your hands tug his hair to bring him close, your lips pressing firmly on his. He's quick to slide his tongue over yours, having you taste your sweetness. You savour the wetness clinging to his mouth and chin, shivering from the obscenity of it all.
Alejandro picks you up, wraps your thighs around his waist and has you lead him to your room. You can feel his hard cock press against your naked pussy as you grind on him. Once inside the bedroom, you make him sit on the edge of the bed, your mouth watering for a taste of him.
You drop down to your knees and unbuckle his pants, getting nervous from the size. Alejandro’s cock is warm and hard between your palms, his slit dripping salty precum. He groans from the licks and kisses you give, starting at the base to the tip of his cock.
You take a deep breath and swallow as much as you can, one of your hands stroking the length you can’t reach. Each suck causes you to hollow your cheeks as tears gather in your eyes from the tight fit in your throat. His hands run through your hair, gathering it at the top of your head to be able to see your face.
“Muñeca, that feels – fuck. Don’t stop.”
You know he wants nothing more than to fuck your throat from how tightly he holds your hair and how hard his thighs are clenched. Your scalp tingles slightly from his grip and your throat works hard to accommodate the size of him.
He tastes clean and warm and indecent. How would people react if they saw the mayor’s perfect daughter on her knees sucking off Coronel Alejandro Vargas? The sounds of need that come from him only encourage you to suck faster. Alejandro pulls you off a few seconds later, your lips wet with saliva.
“Enough, I want you on the bed.”
Alejandro helps you take off the sundress, palming your tits in his hands. You climb on the bed while he takes off the rest of his clothes. He grabs your hips and brings you right at the edge of the bed, the perfect height for his waist. He spreads your thighs wide and lightly slaps his cock on your clit. You cry from the motion and move to grip the sheets.
“¿Lo quieres, muñeca?” [You want it, doll?]
“Sí, Ale.”
Alejandro drags his tip from your clit to your entrance, gathering your wetness to sink inside of you. Your back arches the moment you feel him slide all the way in, so long and thick.
“Bella,” he groans, voice thick with lust. [Beautiful.]
He keeps one hand on your tits, alternating between squeezing and pinching your nipples. He sets a pace, using his grip on your thigh as leverage. Every slide, in and out, in and out, stretches you perfectly. He reaches so deep inside of you, making you feel intoxicated from lust.
The slight sting from the stretch of his cock only adds to your pleasure. You trail one hand down your stomach to reach and feel where Alejandro pounds into you. It's incredibly hot and sticky. He moves his hand from your chest, over your fingers to play with your clit in small circles. You shiver from the sensation, clenching tightly around him.
He gives a rough, sloppy thrust and stretches your thigh out even more. You can’t even recognize your own voice, your gasps and whimpers sounding so desperate. Alejandro moves his hand, gripping your thighs to drag his cock out completely before pounding back inside of you. You replace his hand, rubbing your clit in fast circles, tits jiggling with the force of his thrusts.
“Feel so fucking perfect,” he grunts. “I want you to come. I’m – i’m so close.”
His hips slap roughly against your thighs, his fingers moving yours away to play with your swollen clit. It doesn’t take long for you to shatter completely from another orgasm, tightening around him in waves and squirting all over your joined lower bodies.
Alejandro’s voice is raspy as he comes, filling you completely. He doesn’t stop his thrusts right away, wanting to mark you from the inside until you're stuffed. His sweaty body joins you on the bed at last, your bodies limp from the pleasure.
“Dios,” he starts, ”I never imagined it would be like that.”
You turn to look at him, a lazy smile on your lips. “I didn’t either.”
You both continue to lay in bed, petting and kissing every inch of each other’s bodies. After a while he reluctantly gets up to leave, promising to see you soon.
“Maybe you can show me around the base, Alejandro?”
“Sí, I think you’d like it.”
Alejandro gives you one more long, tempting kiss before walking out the door. You know you’ll see him again very soon.
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