#graves x male reader

[burstinn]

THE EVERY GAY MANS DREAM READER

TALL, BUFF, BIG BOOBS AND ASS everything

Can't find no good pic for this so..

This post includes:Ghost, Graves, Price, Soap, Nikto, Riptide, Krueger, Konig, Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, Horangi, Makarov, Velikan, Keegan, Roach. In that order

Yes I wrote all those, yes because I haven't written in a while

Notes:

- NSFW and SFW (Bottom male and top male reader mentioned)

-since y'all like the big buff n' tall male reader, made him bigger and taller basically mixed everything I wrote about male reader, tall, big buff, big cake, big boobs it's like a package in one this will probably be the last of this type of reader since running out ideas. It was hard making original headcanons 💔💔.

-Omg I haven't written in a while so like this might get idk boring?

- Yes again headcanons,you're favs

- strictly MALE READER not Gn rn

- readers age is ambiguous but if you can't think and want an age for reader my thinking is somewhere near late 30s or early 40s

- Some of the HCS have where y'all ain't in a relationship some HCS have y'all r in a relationship

- these headcanons definitely are mischaracterized but let me pretend for a bit 💔💔

- Tiktok got to me now I have brainrot language, so Trigger warning wooohh braiinroot

- can't believe this post was long enough to make my phone lag just a lil bit

- When he first saw you of course he was 😦😧😮

GHOST

- Like okay overkill, like you're taller, buffer and probably have a huger cock??? (Something he can investigate.. For purposes..)

Like you also got smoobs?? A plumpy ass??

Like save some for the rest Jesus 😒😒

- Nonstop staring secretly ofc, You be like in a room then you feel someone staring just to see Ghost somewhere in the corner of the room. You can't tell if he's staring or not but being that you are in an empty room.. Yknow it's kind of obv--

- BUT if you are not in an empty room you will not shake off the staring I mean holy shit look at you like 😨😨🍑✋

- You can literally hear him breathing heavily under his mask like how can he control himself when HE a person who is supposed to be looked up to literally and figuratively now has to look up at YOU?? do you know what does to a person??

-That's right it makes them freaky..

-Probably jerks off to you too

- I mean who doesn't want to get railed by a 7 ft tall man? Especially ESPECIALLY when you've been the supposed dominant person your whole life??

- OMG immediately Cumming to the thought

- I mean he won't mind topping you it also drives his own ego seeing a dominant man get absolutely wrecked, imagine the begging and whining

- plus he won't mind being the person who feels protected not always doing the protecting like 💔💔 he wants to feel protected too 😞

GRAVES

- Immediate gay awakening

- thinks making his western accent more prominent would make you think he sounds more hot

- Will dress up as a cowboy and will will ask (beg) you to do it as well

- because you know.. Hat thing.. Riding.. Graves grabs your hat puts it on his head or Graves grabs his hat puts it on your head, either way one of you is riding something and it ain't a horse

- because of the amazing quote on who ever came up w/ that is "save a horse ride a cowboy"

- Graves is obviously the type of guy to look at your ass and whistle maybe slap it, nah definitely slap it

PRICE

- He thinks of you like a bear

- like You're soo- big and cuddly? Definitely intimidating

- I mean you're near the same age bracket so it's not bad to have some.. Thoughts right?

- You're definitely hairy underneath or not but pls be he wants pubes to tickle his nose

- if you don't have a beard for reader then he would KILL to see have a beard like aughh perfect bear look, if you have a beard immediately cumming(/j) or (not /j)

- Like imagine you and price who are basically like bears like parent bears and and you the other 141 boys are like your children 🥺🥺

SOAP

- DEFINITELY became more gayer

- errrmmm.. Like his eyes are BASICALLY near like chest height

- bumping into you and his face touches your chest like omgg.. Such an accident 💔💔

- Obviously flirting about going to pound town

- like imagine You and Him? In a relationship? Having the most feral sex??? Like it's obv jokes (it's not)

- He would also do anything to see a big man whimper like a little bicth slut, who wouldn't want to see a demon of a man roll his eyes back and whine like a wheoeororoe❤, I mean if he tops I'd imagine him saying "cmon you're a big boy ain't cha'? You can handle a few more inches". While you are also getting the malevolent backshots.

- He would also want a big strong arm to man handle him as he takes the most vigorous backshots known to man

- Have you ever thought or seen a very tall wall like 10 or 11 ft high and you being you, Soap asks (demands) for you to carry him on your shoulder because he wants to see what's over the wall

NIKTO

- intimidating guy and intimidating guy typa relationship but your not in a relationship.. Yet.

- watch him watch you

- shows off his knife collection to you, yes I think he has a knife collection and he will show it to people that he wants to impress (he wants to get freaky with you)

- I like to think if he strips off the gear he gives the most desperate kind of touchy hug, to those he feels close with of course which is you

- lucky you

RIPTIDE

- Offers to teach you how to swim yknow just in case

- there is none, he wants to see you wet

- tells you to wear a white shirt and shorts because its Essential for training, it's a lie he wants to see the water wet your clothes making it stick to your body.. Yknow the white shirt showing whats underneath and the shorts outlining what package you've been hiding even though you weren't really hiding it

- He gets too distracted, the others are too, he forgets how to teach you

KRUEGER

- indefinite eye contact while your doing it

- likes staring into them, if you get shy and look away he will grab your jaw and make you have eye contact with him

- angry fierce ahh eyes

- he's an emotional grumpy guy, rip off his mask and aggressively kiss his face

- He wants the after sex laying on the chest while the other is rubbing their head, goes both ways.

- trace his tattoos and compliment them the bedroom will be locked the whole day, trust 🙏

KÖNIG

- The same as Ghosts

- Imagine being the one to get carried instead of the one carrying

- König would definitely come up to you and ask to be carried while you kiss his face multiple times❤❤

- Imagine how hard he gets because you have to look down at him to talk like HNGRHRRGGGRGRRR

- Definitely likes giving you homemade arts and crafts gear because you know.. The headcanon where König makes his own gear and what if he does it for other people too as gifts💔

- likes seeing you wear his mask it makes him imagine what people see when they see König definitely a change of perspective. He can see how intimidating you are and he gets hard.

ALEJANDRO

- will definitely compliment you in Spanish when talking about you with other people even when you're in front or behind him.

- I mean you don't understand Spanish right?

- if you don't, you're oblivious and only just watch curiously on what he's talking about. Buuut but but if you do understand you don't tell him you undeestrand this thing literally feeds your ego like Alejandro thinks of you this way? 🥺🥺

- Thigh riding type of guy idc who thigh riding

RUDY

- everytime I look at him he looks like a soft vanilla type

- I know he's a strong guy but look at him

- He wants soft sex 😞😞

- He also likes being complimented if you whisper a praise to him when he's doing ANYTHING. Imagine the babies you'd both have together.

- He likes toddlers and babies and if you do too a plus for him,makes him fall even more 💯💯

GAZ

- One time he Got injured and was sitting on the floor and then He saw you running towards him he simultaneously screamed in fear and how hard he got

- Likes to style your clothes, If he was off the military right now he really really likes fashion and if he sees you.. You can't fashion and he sees you wearing.. That, He's appalled, horrified, mortified I'm over exaggerating. But he is now in charge of your fashion now, But if you do know how to style you both will share tips with eachother. You can share different tips too ❤❤

- drags you in his barracks and strips you of your clothes except shorts.. And he's telling you this because he wants to "style" you.

- We both know damn well that's an excuse to get the boombayah freaky on.. He's just to shy to tell you upfront or he thinks it's fun to tease you like that before you get freaky

HORANGI

- gets freaky..

- Like he understands the women who get all giggly and nervous when they see a big man who can destroy them (ignore König 💔)

- is definitely not above thigh crushing, boob crushing, face sitting he'd do all at as long as it's you

- Like one time he pretended he broke his leg and won't let anyone else carry him until you came, acting all princessy and shit as you carry him bridal style to the medics

- He felt like a prince omg

- will definitely get on you and treat your real life size anime men boobs as a squishy toy

- How long is it and will he be able to take it??? Who knows he will find out!! Basically searched how long can someone's cock be if they are built like a god and is 7ft tall in Google

- someone gotta tell me Horangi's height and basic Google searching ain't doing it for me I'm too lazy to search for one line of a spicy headcanon line mb

MAKAROV

- You're basically ascary dog he owns

- You're tall and intimidating

- You can get information out of people quickly

- And he's not above telling you to torture anyone with a strength and body like yours

- most of the time you get the info done and folded

- Makarov uses you for intimidation and strength buuttt if you ever THINK of betraying him he already has a plan to get rid of someone like you

- Can and will turn you into one of those supersoldiers

- Will make you murder people right in front of him for entertainment and will rewward you!

- you know what reward it will be, Because when he asked what reward you wanted you got a bit to freaky you thought you be dead rn but nah he agreed actually he seems to enjoy it more than you do..

VELIKAN

- He's the dog in this one have you heard his voice?? Rough as hell imagine hearing him grunt

- Sounds cocky as hieeeellll too

- Would definitely like showing off to you since he wants to look cool in front of you

- Like you seen velikans skins?? Definitely wears the best ones to show you he can not only be a trained assassin But can also dress cool as hell

- If you compliment him it like makes his day, will not stop thinking about it

- Like a cool person complimenting a cool person like him? Ego boost (It's him feeling gay)

- This guys definitely a smoker (headcanon!!) Because voice sounds like he smoked 100 packs in 1 day and doesn't drink an ounce of water /jk I love him he's so hot.

- So if you want a smoke he purposely hides the lighter saying.. 'Oh no I asked someone elses lighter.. I don't have mine right now' or like 'my lighter ran out of fuel ohh

- So you have to put the cigarette in your mouth as you touch it with his cigarette to light ur own that type of trope 💫💫

- If you're not a smoker he will try his best to not smoke in front of you will use fresh mints to hide his breath of smoke

- after sex he will want a smoke, outside he goes or you both share the one cigarette

KEEGAN

- is it wrong to want to be choked by a big buff meaty arm?

- yknow the tiktok thing where girls put a ribbon on their boyfriends arm and the girls just put their face in the middle as their faces get squished??

- Yeah he wants that but gay

- will try to compare dick sizes even though yours is OBVIOUSLY the superior one!!

- Heads or tails on who's bottoming tonight

- Would like to be wrapped around your arms if you are hugging or sleeping keeps him warm

- Especially when it's snowing will force you to hug with him. ESPECIALLY when your in a mission and your in the tents he will definitely force you to hug it out with him

ROACH

- remember the other tall HC where the reader wasn't taller than König

- yes roach does the same thing here.. He's crawling on you like a tree

- If he wants a kiss instead of asking he crawls up to you and kisses you

- definitely likes to sit on your shoulders as you walk around, he feels tall like that

- this is like a distance relationship 💔💔

- Likes it when you bend over to talk to him also when you bend over when youre doing sum since it's slappable opportunity

- because bent over = double D cake will be slapped

- How will it fit? By the power of friendship of course!!

- probably more of say gex desperation but you get it

- Obviously switch switch

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Christmas gift

a/n: more delicious graves for y’all because I personally believe he’s a 5’9 brat who should be my husband instead

minors DNI

"Fuck! Darling that's too damn big, you’re splitting me open every damn chance you get" graves whined as he felt you pull down his boxers for what must been the fifteenth time today. But he was on holiday break, and you had missed him while was gone on missions.

"You’re only half way on, graves" you hum as you thrust into him with ease, your previous rounds making the slide in very easy. His aching member laying against the kitchen table where he was making cookies till you interrupted.

"Please, please darlin" the words fell out of his pretty lips like a praise more then a title, his eyes shut tight and his hips desperately trying to match your fast thrusts as you bucked into him

"Oh god! Love, slow down!" he cried as he felt the burning sensation of cumming dry from the hours you two had spent, bending him over every surface in the house until his gummy walls were carved in the shape of your length. His vision cloudy and his breath uneven as his grip slipped from the table an onto your shoulders as you bullied his prostate and over-sensitive nerves.

graves had teased you about his Christmas gift last night being himself, and god did you take it seriously. He could feel the lingering burns of your hickeys and kisses along every inch of his skin and his hole fluttering around you oh so prettily. You were addicted to even the sight of his pretty hips flush against yours.

His jaw went slack and fell open, pretty moans and whimpers and broken begs falling out loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. Not that he minded, of course. The frosting he had made for the cookies now stained on his shirt which used to be yours. Maybe he wouldn’t come home next Christmas just to be a brat. And just to know you’d do even worse then. You’d probably pull you by the scruff of his neck from his base in front of his men and drag him home like the good husband you are

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

concubine

a/n: I got multiple drafts, but I saw a twitter post about male concubines so. Idk I think imma dedicate this writing to @adrawinggnome cuz fantasy

minors dni

He was much too old to be your pretty little bed-warmer, Phillip fully knew that. You could have tossed him out any time you wanted and replaced him with a pretty boy from anywhere you desired. But he kept begging you to keep him, and so you did.

it was no secret to the courts or to the other concubines of your that phillip was your favorite by far, and he was very proud in showing the fact. He’d do about anything to keep his lavish spoiled life- and of course, to keep being around you. Every passing day he spent with you had made him more and more desperate for your love, your comfort, and so he did what he could to earn it. Did everything to be praised by you, for that was the best feeling in the world to him. A simple touch and a whispered word would have him chubbing up in his silken robes that you has treated him to years ago.

he was the one you sent letters to while away. He was the one who got to sleep in your lavish bed the most. He was the one to get to be fucked stupid every time you came home from war or bustling social events

and luckily for him tonight was one of said nights. The maids had gossiped and whispered about your arrival and your mood of pent up anger from the moment you stepped inside, by the time it reached phillip? He was scrambling to get himself ready, anticipating you trudging up the steps as he tried in a hurry to clean the wine stain off his robe, to try and look perfect for you, and to make your royal bed made; since he had slept in it for half the day because he had simply missed you too much

he was frantically scurrying around till he froze, hearing the door slam open as you collapsed onto your silken bed, your armor making a sickening crack against the bed frame. You seemed more exhausted than you ever had before. Phillip, being the perfect boy he was, straddled you softly and kissed you all over, leaving pretty little smudged marks of his lipstick- a lipstick you had bought him while at a market across the damn continent of course

he took off each piece of your armor while peppering your jaw and neck with kisses, letting you rest your sore muscles while he got you more comfortable. slowly but surely stripping you down to nothing and humming at the sigh of relief at his pretty lips mouthing at your half hard cock. He truly couldn’t get enough of you- your taste, your smell, your look. If he could choose, he’d die happily right in your arms; and what better way to show that then serving you like you deserve?

Phillip mouthed and kissed your tip until you were fully hard, before softly taking you all into his mouth, leaving a bright red ring around your base from his lipstick, his cheeks hollowed out and his throat spasming around your member- he could feel the tears start to dot his lashes, not that he minded.

he desperately grinded against the soft bed as he worked himself up and down, his lips stretched around your erection, teasing you with little licks and kisses on your tip every time he pulled off to catch himself from choking too badly, always wiping the slight drool and pre sliding across his jaw, smudging his lipstick.. a shame really. But at least he looked adorable under you, messy from his blonde hair to his now red cheeks from the soft tears that slid down his face

he whimpered and whined as you tugged his hair softly to rut into his throat, cumming in his silk robes when he felt you tense and paint his throat white, pulling himself off and panting, whining to go again because he ‘wasn’t ready’

he really was a brat, and one spoiled by you and you alone. And he loved you more then he cared to admit

[rodolfoparras]

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

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

Cw: attempted baby trapping, breeding kink, 18+

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

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

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

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

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

[miguel-owhora]

You didn't expect your whore nature to be the cause of WW3. In retrospect, you should've known that flirting with a internationally wanted terrorist and the Commander of a US military company would've led to dire consequences, but hey. Dick is dick, and both men were too pretty to pass up.

Plus, you couldn't help but bathe in the luxuries Makarov and Graves smothered you in. They were good men—well, good partners, if narcissistic and a little too violent. With other people, of course, never you; not even Makarov had used violence against you. ...Outside of bedroom activities, that was. And Graves looked so pretty with his loudmouth stuffed silent with your cock.

Lost in the affection and attention they gave you, you should've known you wouldn't be able to hide your respective relationships with them from one another. You expected maybe a fight, maybe a couple men dead, not for them to full on declare war on each other, winner gets you type of outcome.

[ryanisasleep]

Reader who is a scratcher and a biter

Other part with ghost soap and price

MDNI/NSFW/KINKY AF

Requests always open

Ft: Gaz, Nikolai, Graves

- - > Gaz: down bad for it. You know, in these cases it is a privilege to have a darker skin tone and he can easely cover up the marks from last night.

You two love to take the risk. It was stricktly forbidden to bond in that kind of way, expecially with feelings there too, but you two couldn't help it.

He yearned to have some presence of you on his body so he did not hesitate to beg you to leave marks.

He is more prone to have hickeys on his neck, he feels over the moon when he wakes up with darker marks and instantly takes a picture as a memory.

Maybe Price walked in without knocking and you three exchanged a look. He was sitting on your lap facing the door and your canines where leaving trails of saliva all over his left part of your neck, and there he entered, with files in hand and with a cigar in his mouth.

You two locked eyes and your hand moved under his shirt, Price was pretty sure he heard a growl come out of your throat. "He likes them higher...." "Thought so, 'bitch does know what he wants" Price laughed at your statement as he was heading towards the door "Can I join in next time?" "Only if he wants" at which Gaz nodded.

I mean, who would not want to be squished between his two hairy and older boyfriends?

- - > Graves: though shell to crack for sure. Always near his shadows or engaged in calls that you were sure that he was avoiding you. You decided to wear some lingerie he bought you to punish him, right you were not gonna give him anything. You made s subtle spectacle to know how to bend just that much to show the pretty red lacy covering your waist line and how to display the outline of it covering your inner thigs.

Graves was a dead man for sure, he glared at you or grinded when noone was looking and gripped your throat taking you whole near his body "Bad...you have been a real tease..." "Should have given me more attention..." your smile filled with smugness faded when he bit your earlobe.

"You are making me hungry love..." "Then you'll be starving for now" that banter led to the bedroom where you laid and showed yourself to him, you parted your legs...you knew you had him in your grasp.

"I wont be happy until I get to draw a map of love all over you, then I'll ride you like you like it"

He got between your legs and let's just say that he got what he wanted...he just had to earn it. He had to be a bad boy in bed too.

- - > Nikolai: Always wants to lend a hand, put a bit of alcohol there and you have a good boy at your feet..or maybe you are at his place. Just look at yourself on your knees and with his shoe on your crotch, the way you try to find friction is almost pityful.

He sips at his fine whiskey and tugs at your collar around your neck and orders you around.

I do not really have much to say sadly I'll come back to this later :)

[savagebite]

Toxic cod headcanons part 2

Gn! Reader

Tw:abuse, ooc, baby trapping, slut shaming. This is sexual fanasty written out, it’s not real.

Note:it’s currently 3:46am when I post this, I have zero idea if this is good or not. Also, I hate Makarov so much. I rewatched some videos on this for him and his voice makes me wanna kill myself.

König

You didn’t know you were in a relationship with him until he randomly started hanging around you, gripping your hips and shoulders. Of course you’re not going to tell this more close to 7 foot man that weighs over 200 pounds to “stop touching my shoulder�� who knows what he could do

He desperately wants a family with you, like, REALLY wants a family with you. And after you say no, he has to take matters into his own hands.

Baby traps you. He pokes a hole into a condom, and when that doesn’t work he just doesn’t pull out. “I’m so sorry! It was accident mein Schatz, please forgive me.”

Trys to convince you to keep the baby, but after you refuse he starts to become aggressive. Threatening to leave you and getting physical.

I dont see him as a guy to hit more gripping your arm or wrist to get what he wants. It starts out small then builds.

Graves

Similar to price he’s really, really, old fashioned. Didn’t show it when you first started dating but slowly started showing it.

Wants the “American dream” a house, 3 kids, a dog, and a yard. Doesn’t matter what you want cause he’s gonna get it.

Slut shames you a lot “are you trying to get some guy to take advantage of you? Cover yourself, you’re not going out like that”

Gifts you dumb Christmas gifts like cooking books and baking pans so you can learn to cook. Gave you a new vacuum as well, how nice he was to get you the most expensive one.

Kisses you while you’re arguing to shut you up, works most of the time. Either he doesn’t stop or you just give up. If you don’t he’ll bite your lip until you’re quiet. It isn’t really romantic.

Gets worse after his “tank incident” and he gets really self conscious.

Makarov

Christ what hasn’t he done to you

Wants a family but also doesn’t want to commit to it, he’ll fuck you and then leave you alone for weeks while he’s doing whatever a war criminal does.

Takes his anger out on you if you aren’t careful with what you say. You mention how his attack didn’t go the exact way he wanted? You’re covered in bruises and maybe a fractured bone.

Makarov doesn’t feel love, he doesn’t feel empathy either. He sees you as a desperate and a in need puppy who needs his guidance.

Sends you money and notes occasionally to keep you updated. Doesn’t have a schedule for it, so it’s random.

Gets mad when you even try and talk to anyone that could potentially be a romantic partner. Because you’re his, it’s like someone stealing his car.

[libingan]

not the most original idea, but yk… i think this is pretty hot. i need him so bad yall its craaazy i love graves

male reader bc why not

you step off the helicopter, the whirring blades kicking up dust and debris around you. your gear is caked in dirt, your face smeared with grime and blood—some of it your own, most of it not. you’re an imposing figure, standing head and shoulders above the average soldier. at an imposing six-foot-seven and built like a tank, you’re known for your intimidating presence and brutal efficiency. the other soldiers give you a wide berth, their eyes darting away from your muscular frame and the cold, cruel demeanor that accompanies it. you are a true war machine.

as you walk through the base, you catch snippets of hushed conversations and wary glances. no one dares approach you; they know better. you head straight for graves' private quarters, knowing that he will want a report. the moment you step inside, you see him standing there, arms crossed, waiting for you.

“come in,” he says, his voice steady and commanding. “shut the door behind you.”

you do as he says, the heavy door closing with a solid thud. graves’ eyes scan you from head to toe, taking in your disheveled appearance and the minor wounds that adorn your broad, heavily muscled body.

“how’d the mission go?” he asks, his tone all business.

“objective secured. minimal resistance,” you respond, your voice flat and professional. “took a few hits, but nothing serious.”

graves nods, satisfied with your report. he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “good work. you always get the job done, don’t you?”

“yes, sir,” you reply, standing at attention, your massive frame towering over him.

a slow smile spreads across his face as he closes the distance between you. “pup,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a tone that sends a shiver down your spine. “you’re like a dog with a bone. so loyal, so obedient. always coming back to me, no matter what.”

your heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice, the way he calls you “pup” with such affection. it’s a stark contrast to the cold, cruel persona you show the rest of the world. with him, you can let your guard down, even if just a little.

graves reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over a cut just below your eye. “you did well out there,” he says softly. “but you’re hurt. let me take care of you.”

you nod, unable to find your voice. the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, makes you feel things you can’t quite explain. it’s like a switch flips inside you, and all the hardness, all the cruelty, melts away in his presence.

graves guides you to his bed, the sheets neatly made, a stark contrast to your filthy state. “sit,” he orders, pointing to the edge of the bed.

you obey without hesitation, your heart racing as he steps behind you. his hands rest on your shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle. “you’re always so tense,” he murmurs, his fingers working to knead the knots out of your muscles. “relax for me, pup.”

you let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. the tension slowly begins to ebb away, replaced by a sense of calm and safety. graves' hands move lower, tracing the contours of your broad chest, your ripped abs. his touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“look at you,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “so strong, so fierce. but here, with me, you’re just my needy little puppy, aren’t you?”

“yes, sir,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire.

graves chuckles softly, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate exploration. “that’s right. my obedient pup. always ready to please me.”

he moves in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours. with a swift motion, he begins to remove your gear, piece by piece, the clinking of metal and rustling of fabric the only sounds in the room. you stand still, letting him undress you, his hands efficient yet careful.

first, your vest and holsters, then your gloves and boots. he unbuckles your belt and slides your pants down, leaving you in just your undershirt and boxers. finally, he pulls your shirt over your head, revealing your impressive, chiseled physique. the cool air prickles your skin, contrasting with the heat of his gaze.

“wait here,” graves orders, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. he strides into the bathroom, returning moments later with a damp washcloth and a first aid kit. he kneels in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours, and begins to clean your face with a tenderness that almost brings tears to your eyes.

“just relax,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “let me take care of you.”

he continues his work, cleaning your neck and shoulders, then moving down to your chest and arms. he tends to your wounds with a deft touch, cleaning and bandaging each one with care. his hands are steady, his touch gentle, and you feel yourself relaxing more with each passing moment.

when he's done with your upper body, graves moves lower, wiping down your legs and finally your feet. the attention he gives you is almost reverent, and you can't help but feel a surge of emotion. no one else sees this side of him, this side of you.

graves stands up and looks at you with a small smile. “there,” he says, “almost done. just need to clean one more thing.”

his hand slips into your boxers, and you gasp at the sudden contact. “have to clean this too,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. he pulls your boxers down, freeing your hardening cock, and wraps the washcloth around you, gently wiping away the grime.

the sensation is both soothing and arousing, and you bite back a moan. graves’ hand moves with deliberate slowness, his touch firm yet tender. he takes his time, making sure every inch of you is clean. when he's done, he tosses the cloth aside and wraps his hand around you, his grip firm and possessive.

“you’re always so good for me,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “always my loyal, obedient pup.”

he begins to stroke you, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. you can’t hold back the moans now, each one escaping your lips as graves’ hand works its magic on your dick.

“fuck, you’re so hard,” graves mutters, his hand moving faster. “you like that, don’t you? being taken care of by your master?”

“yes, sir,” you moan, your hips bucking into his hand. the pleasure is almost too much to bear, your body quivering with the intensity of it.

graves watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hand never faltering. “such a good boy,” he murmurs. “my perfect, obedient pup.”

he teases you further, his hand cupping your balls, rolling them gently in his palm. the sensation is overwhelming, and you can’t help but thrust into his touch. his other hand plays with the tip of your length, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum leaking from you.

“please,” you gasp, the word falling from your lips before you can stop it. “please, sir.”

“you want to cum, don’t you?” graves asks, his voice a low, seductive growl. “you want me to make you cum?”

“yes, sir,” you moan, your hips bucking into his hand. the pleasure is almost too much to bear, your body quivering with the intensity of it.

graves watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hand never faltering. “come for me, pup,” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “show me how much you need me.”

with a strangled cry, you do as he says, your release crashing over you in waves. graves’ hand continues to stroke you through it, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. when it’s over, you collapse back onto the bed, your body spent and trembling.

graves leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “good boy,” he whispers. “always so good for me.”

you close your eyes, basking in the warmth of his praise, the feeling of being taken care of. in this moment, you’re not the cold, cruel war machine the world sees. you’re just graves’ loyal, obedient pup, and nothing has ever felt more right.

[henwinchesters]

southern husband ! reader

graves having a southern husband makes all the sense in the world. you own a lot of land and right in the middle of your big farm sits a pretty blue and white farm house that you built. you don’t have kids just yet, but the two border collie sure do suffice enough for the both of you.

while he’s away you take care of the farm, getting all the work done while missing your pretty little husband and praying for his safe return. as much as he loves telling you just how much the military could needs a brute like you—he knew the farm was a much better fitting setting instead. plus, phillip was in absolute love with watching you ride horses.

those rough hands of yours weren’t made for holding a damn weapon, but for taking care of horses, feeding cows, and gripping his thigh when you’re driving that big truck of yours.

nonetheless, when your phillip comes home, you’re always there with open arms and dinner ready. you know he needs it after the things he does to ensure the safety of your country.

you also know how hard he works and likes to be taken care of after engaging in such physically demanding work. so you shower together a lot.

military balls aren’t your favorite, but phillip practically jumps at any opportunity to show off his good looking husband. extra points because he loves seeing you get all nice and suited up.

you usually just hang off his arm like some pretty eye candy— phillip will introduce you then make conversation, you have no problem standing back and watching him act all professional.

only god knows how insanely good and nasty the sex is when you get back home.

dates would consist of taking him horse back riding and out on picnics—it’s corny but you prefer enjoying nature and being outside than holed up in some cheesy expensive restaurant. not that you mind of course.

you’re a good husband. family is always first and being born into a big one, you know how easily to is to put phillip before yourself.

© ASTROKNOTT ™ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !

[gravesdept]

thinkin’ out loud.. bottom! fwb!phillip graves x top! male reader

CONTENT: MDNI, FEM DNI, sexual activities, anal fingering, blood (mentioned for a brief part), bottom! phillip graves, smut, Top! male reader, office handjob, ooc graves? 900+ words, short, friends with benefits relationship

♡　＃　𓂃 on the plush and soft sofa in his office you feel the heat of graves body pressed against yours, your mind races with thoughts and desires. hands roaming and groping over his scarred n’ pale skin. you feel the muscles ripple mildly beneath you in your harsh and slow touch.

you can't help but let out a low growl as you press your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. he moans in response, his body arching into yours, like his body is begging for more.

your fingers trail down his chest, teasing each of his nipples slowly before continuing their antagonizing descent. he trembles and gasps as your fingers reach his waistband playing with it for just a bit to watch him whine in discontent, fumbling down with the button and eventually the zipper. you yourself can't wait any longer, your cock basically throbbing for some sort of physical treatment or release.

as you push his pants down, his erection springs free, flopping back down onto his scarred stomach, sitting there so prettily against it, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down. you can't resist the urge to lean down and lick it off, savoring the sweet-tangy taste of his arousal. he groans and tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you to take more of his length in your mouth. and you would have let him.

but you had other plans tonight. you pull back and flip him over, pushing him onto his hands and knees. his ass presented to you nicely in this view, his back arching looking so enticing you can't help but marvel at the sight.

rolling up his shirt more you lean down and press a kiss to his spine before spreading his ass apart, exposing his tight entrance. he was still halfway clothed, his shirt was unbuttoned, gear was still sitting loosely on the sofa behind you and his pants slung down around the ankles of his feet. 

one of your calloused hands slides down his thighs once, twice more gripping and holding before stopping at his entrance. a thumb coming to circle around the rim. teasing if not only for a bit before pushing against the barrier and slowly inside of him. graves immediately clenchs around the tip of your thumb. whines would’ve most definitely been heard from outside if not for the sound proof walls that came with a commander’s office.

the dry push of your thumb inside of him was enough for you to contemplate giving him a bit of relief. spitting onto his puckered rim as lubricant. incoherent words come spewing out of his pretty lips “fuk’ me ohhhh lord.” he babbles as you remove your thumb to add a second finger now, your pointer and forefinger moving in and out of him while increasing in pace. he bucks down onto your fingers with an animalistic and carnal desire to chase his release.

only a few minutes later and you're already adding a third. thrusting into him at a speed his alluring little mind couldn’t comprehend, at least not while you’re almost full knuckles deep inside of him. desperate moans leave graves mouth, his lips bruised and coated in the smallest amount of blood after biting them so hard trying to stop his sounds.

once you felt like he was ready you pulled your fingers out to unbuckle your belt. graves' head turns swiftly to catch the source of the clinking, looking too blissed out from the foreplay. his tongue catches the blood dripping from his lips from a swipe across as he flips himself over to his back with a bloody smirk on his face “lieutenant, if s’you keep goin like this I won't last much longer.” 

the final buckle to pull off your belt is released. now advancing to the zipper which doesn’t take long as you pull down your uniform pants, leaving you in those uncomfortable shadow issued boxers. the ones graves loves to see you in, the ones he wants you to take off right now. 

he shifts on his back lifting onto his elbows to hook his fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers and he pulls you forward, each one of your arms landing on a side of his head. 

your eyes lock onto graves, dirty blonde hair cascading over his forehead, sweat sticking them together in strings. 

he lifts a smirk to you, knowing exactly what's on your mind with the lust ridden on your face. he pulls your boxers down so your cock springs free and slaps up onto your abdomen comically. he brings his hand down to stroke you “jus’ knew this thing was big.” he mutters fingers tracing veins along the shaft. the cool air hits you just right as you groan and take hold of his hand to guide his hand along your length.  

graves watches you with hungry eyes, his lips parting slightly he lets out a low moan, your hand tangles in his hair as you press your lips to his. the kiss is wild and passionate, rough with teeth clashing, fueled by months of pent-up desire. graves moans into your mouth. his left hand gripping your hip tightly, pulling you closer to him while still dragging long strokes out of you.

as you break the kiss, graves looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. the hand stroking your length glides back up past your abdomen to your chest and grabs your neck.

you lean in to capture his lips once again, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. graves responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you. you break the kiss to catch your breath, your eyes locking onto his.

and ohh.. from how his pretty’ blue eyes shined with painful desire, you could just tell this was going to be one hell of a session.

[vrtvyg]

Graves × Demon! reader

You know when Graves pops up, revealing he's not actually dead, that he wasn't in the tank.

Imagine he WAS in the tank, and he WAS killed. But due to the pact he made with Demon! reader years back, it's impossible to kill him.

Demon! reader, who kind of just spawns when he's about to die, taking a few hours to days to weeks to nurse him back to health before sending him on his way.

Demon! reader doesn't even want his soul in return for his protection, simply wants his body, his love. his... physical assets.

Anyways, that just came to my mind and I had to spit it out <3

[burstinn]

REQUEST!

as a male!Reader, I feel very represented in your works,

could you write a male!Reader that’s really tall? Like, humongous? In hight, and body? (In the military as well)

I always see male!Readers that are so small and tiny and baby.

like, no. You get me? Just saying. Thanks!

Male! Reader with the height and body of a goddamn Monster.

(Headcanons)

Note: some mentions on top reader but I like to keep it ambiguous. So you can read it as a switch! Reader. This is a quick drabble of some Hcs

People shown: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Keegan, Graves, Nikto, König, Horangi, Logan Walker,Roach, Makarov, Krueger

-Reader is 6'5.

-Basically built like the Russian terminator guy

GHOST

- Got shocked when he first saw you, wanted to seem more intimidating than you.

-So he puffed out his chest and glared at you.. Bro wants to challenge you nahh 😭😭🙏🙏

-You would fold him tho ngl (in the ring and in bed fr fr)

-when he got comfortable with you kinda jealous his title of the big, tall intimidating man got taken away.

-When you sparred with Ghost it was a tough fight but you managed to get Ghost in a chokehold wrapping one of your tough bulging sexy ass arms around Ghost's neck.

-Never knew he wanted to be man handled so bad it was Hot he had to excuse himself and run off because he got hard.

-Starts imaging if your cock is just as big.. Spoiler alert.. It is..

SOAP

-Looks at you then Ghost mind blown that there was someone more humongous than Ghost

-Teased Ghost for awhile

-Drools over your pecs..

-He totally dreams of being crushed by you..

Or being crushed between Ghost and you.. Or both..

-Asks if he could feel your guns (Your arms..)

(IT COULD ALSO BE YOUR HUGE THROBBING CO-)

-Keeps glancing at your cock. Even though it's clothed.. I mean look at you.. Your manhood is basically too tight for your pants he can literally see your outline.

-Soap asked if he could measure your Length.. So he could see how far it could go inside of him YK?! YOU UNDERSTAND.

GAZ

-More interested than having dirty thoughts.

-Keeps asking how you got that big

-Wants to be just as strong as you

-Cutie patootie (T_T)

-Basically hangs around you to see how you work

-Even follows you so he could watch you train and spar

-Asks about your diet and if how your body looks is genetic

-inspired by you. Like a child (😭😭WHALUAAHHAH GAZZ)

PRICE

-Beneficial for him I mean he gets to have another soldier that's just as intimidating as Ghost.. Maybe even more.

-Is like a proud father

-Talks to everyone about you and how bla bla bla

-Trains with you

-He'd show you tricks and tips on how he trains and you show him tips and tricks on how you train

-Probably has a picture of you at his desk.. Beside the other pictures of his other not biological family. Aka. The whole 141..basically has a pic of everyone they all family up in 'ere

KEEGAN

-Heh.. Yknow.. Pictures..

-In the showers in lockers makes sure he's there near so he can see you in all your glory

-Probably had wet dreams about you

-Also makes sure he's there when your training. It's not like he's obvious everyone there is fuckin watching you

-What's that? You wearing a compression shirt? 🤨🤨 nuh uh in the sex chamber you go 👉

-Touching, touching, touching EVERYTHING

NIKTO

-Quiet

-What the fuck

-Silent panicking

-Jealous very jealous

-Compares himself to you, would train harder just so he can look like you (bb nooo 😭😭)

-Would watch also how you train your body so he could copy it

-You caught him once training in the middle of the night.. And he's using your technique on how you use the punching bags.. He's just getting some stuff wrong..

-When he notices you he got.. Slightly embarrassed and angry.. Panicked inside when you came closer asking him if he was using your technique in training

-You trained him properly on how you do it.

-so like now.. You train him in the middle of the night..

GRAVES

-same as price shows you off but more in an annoying way

-Hes boasting

-Would face you off against his strongest shadows no diff you still win.. Yuuuhhh

-Subtle touching like hand on shoulder, arm, head whatever.

KÖNIG

-Relieved that he has someone that looks like him.. Albeit slightly shorter.. Still!

-Got nervous meeting you first.. Forced himself to act tough to impress you I mean he is a colonel

-Makes sure to be in missions with you. Wants to see you in your most serious and intimidating

-Got intimidated himself once he saw how you act on field

-Tries to be on your good side the whole time

-One day he was watching you and just started thinking about YOU KNOWWW!!

-Blasphemous! He got red and cried to Horangi about it

HORANGI

-You know about this guy

-He's silly

-He'd read fanfics thinking it's him and you

-he'd make fanfics too, about you and him maybe adds König

-Shows it to König all proud and shit as if König isn't looking at him with absolute horror in his face when he reads what Horangi wants to do with you or you with him.

-He's delusional

-Slapped your ass and blamed it on someone else that's near him. It was König.

-Is it as veiny as your arms? A man can only dream.

-gives you a soda can and tells you to crush it in your arms.. Better yet in between your legs.

-Would then tell you like "good now do my head"

-PlEASE let him be between your thighs

LOGAN WALKER

-Rolled his eyes when he saw you

-Avoids you like the plague

-Why doesn't he like you? No idea. He a big pussy bitch is what. He sad you get more dick n pussy than him.

-Complained about you to Hesh

-He may not like you. He can't lie tho. You are good at your job so like he can't do anything about that

MAKAROV

-Sex Chamber. Now.

ROACH

-Quiet around you..

-Looks up at you like a damn bug. It's cute. He likes it when he looks up at you

-He'd jump on you and crawls around like a cockroach

-haha funi jok

-Would use your shoulder as a seat.

-If you do pushups he'd be on top of your back

ALEX KELLER

-Oh..

-Audible gulp sound (haha he's drinking your seme-)

KRUEGER

-Curses in German

-Dreaming about HAHAHAHAAHAH

-If he's fingering his gun to clean it he just.. Thinks..

-If he sees YOU finger your gun to clean it.. That's it he's done.

-He's dragging you somewhere

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

pretty ol’ thing 

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

minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was such a brat.

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

Babytrapping

a/n: back on my COD rants because my countries sooo cooked. Not proof read as always but enjoy

MINORS DNI

ever since Phillip has started ‘dating’ you, or more so seeing you at the night in barracks or wherever he could find you- he wanted more. Sure he knew it was wrong, you were a famous military commander- he was just your pmc company hire to get your dirty work done.. well he used to be- but age had worn out his use, hips feeling sore and arms wrapped in scars of past missions that made his men worry of his capabilities.. but he still wanted you. Wanted you to be his, wanted to be able to get spoiled by you, get adored by you, to get shown off at fancy military events he wouldn’t usually be even invited to anymore… to still be worthy and wanted. The fear of being replaced haunted him when he looked in the mirror or found a white hair amongst the blonde dusty hair he had all his life.

It took him a bit to plan something, but it festered in his brain, brewed like fine alcohol until his plans were set and ready. He had wanted a kid since he was 7 anyhow- so it wasn’t all too far off from the grand plan. His plan was smooth in exact execution; beg and whine and give you puppy eyes until you’ve said the famous last words of ‘one time without a condom won’t hurt if you’re sure.’ And then he knew his trap was set and ready

he let you bend him over your barracks warm bed, feeling your calloused hands ghost over his sore body and making him shiver in slight. His legs shook as he tried to spread them impossibly farther to give a show, feeling hot, bothered, and needy

he gasped and groaned when he felt your tongue against his clit, soft licks and suckles making his blunt nails dig into the textured fabric of said sheets. He was impatient, wanting for you to fill him to the brim already, to make his legs shake properly. But this felt much too good to stop- his head buried in a pillow as to not whine too loud though it did very little to help

he finally felt you pull away after how many orgasms he couldn’t count, his body feeling boneless and shaken already. He simply couldn’t think of a word to say other than pathetically crackling pleas of something he couldn’t quite name. To slow down? To speed up? To fuck him till his brains felt like mush? He wasn’t quite sure.

he shuttered a little at the quite usual feeling of the head of your cock sliding into his now well lubed walls, his body clenching around you like a vice and his mind swirling with the relief of the fact he could not be replaced. As long as the idea of getting pregnant worked, which it most hopefully would.

he let out gasped out moans as you finally bottomed out, one of your hands sliding up to cradle his throat before sticking two of your fingers in his mouth to silence him- no need to wake up your soldiers over a PMC commanders moaning. He whined at the obscenity, sucking on the digits as you bucked into him rougher than usual, using him like a living fleshlight. He could swear he felt it in his throat by now- his hips uselessly rolling into your thrusts even though you already had a pace set much faster then he could keep up with

His gummy walls fluttered around you with each deep grounding thrust, his back arched in a way sure to hurt later as you fucked into him senseless until you came inside him, feeling him bite down on your fingers to lot let out a groan as he squirted all over the fucking sheets- overstimulation washing over him like static as he pulled himself off you and lazily put the sheet into the hamper before tugging you down onto the bed and cuddling into your side- aftercare could wake, for the moment he had to silently celebrate being a permanent resident in your life.

[astr0exe]

Hollup, wait I js had an idea

Bull hybrid!tm reader with Farmer!Graves, it makes total sense! Because Graves is from the south and he definetly owns his own little farm. Reader is spoiled asf, during breeding season he knocks Graves over almost all the time and Graves is just wondering why his boy is acting like this. Until he feels reader grinding against his jeans and then he's like 'oh shit, thats why' :3

OKAY SO THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASKS FOR SO SO LONG IM SO SORRY ML 🫶🏻🩶 !! THIS IDEA IS SO YUMMY THOUGH:(( but yeah m rlly sorry lovie hope you like this <33 n M SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD😭 also sorry i changed this to male reader by accident 😕🫶🏻🫶🏻

// CW : MALE!Reader , bull!reader , breeding , rough housing (??) , no aftercare ig

Farmer!Graves with Bull!reader who is large, like huge and built like a brick wall. Your horns that are sharp and thick, everyone knows you if they visit Graves farm. But that’s because he spoils you, you’re just too cute:( , He can’t help but just adore you some times, especially because you are used as a stud on the farm.

Breeding season rolls around, your cock is painfully hard between your legs. Its bulbous head red and dripping pre-cum excessively. Your huffs of air are loud, as Graves comes into your pen. You basically barrel into him, knocking him into the wall of the barn as you groan lowly in his ear. Your grip harsh on his hips with your face hidden into his neck. Your cock rubbing against the fabric of your shorts and his pants, the feeling is euphoric and overwhelming as you whine and huff, needing relief.

Graves is completely taken aback, his eyes wide and confused before slowly realising what time of year it is. Breeding season. He can feel your cock rubbing against his belt. Straining against the thin material of your pants, needing to stuff his arse full. Graves hands move down, pulling down the material keeping your dick confined before ultimately letting it spring out, hitting your abdomen. His hands are on you in an instant, trying to relieve the pain for you. Your precum coating your large cock.

Your groans are loud as you move rapidly, pinning Philip to the ground with your body as you rut your hips aggressively against Graves arse. Your hot puffs are air against his neck makes him shiver and whine almost silently. His hand grips your cock and helps guide your rutting into his hole. Your cock hammers straight into his needy hole. The sudden tightness makes your hips stutter. A whimper leaves your lips as your horns nudge Graves cheek. Your thrusts are fast and rough, giving away your need as you whine and huff loudly, growling. Your large hoofs (idk terms?) gripping Philips hips harshly.

His moans are loud and bounce off of the walls of the barn, the roughness of your cock dragging along his walls makes his cock twitch, his embarrassment from being about to cum overshadowed by the immense pleasure you are giving to him. His shout as he cums is high pitched, the pleasure blinding him as his cock spurts with ropes and ropes of cum.. His hole tightens on your cock making you howl in pure pleasure, your own orgasm being brought on because of Graves’.

[rodolfoparras]

Do you know what? I just got the funniest idea in the world (mostly because I think bulling Phillip graves is funny)-

but now I’m imagining making a drunk bet with graves who stated that I couldn’t last one round. And now thanks to that stunning dare he’s basically skewered onto my cock (I’m trans, let me dream) while absolutely sobbing from the amount of times he’s cum while I’m just kind of sitting there scrolling on my phone cuz I got bored

-⚰️

Listen as a trans man myself I totally get it but hear me out

Thinking about being completely unaffected, scrolling through your phone or doing paper work while Graves feels like he’s being split open on your plastic cock, looking like an absolute mess with fat tears rolling down his cheeks sweat slicked hair sticking to his temple as he bounces on your length,

or imagine him down on his knees, under your desk, lips wrapped around your length, tears prickling his eyes and drool pooling to the floor while grinding his hips in hopes of getting any sort of release while you’re just sitting there unbothered and going on about your day like he isn’t whoring himself out in your office for anyone to see



Imagine changing sizes up every day and just when he think he’s getting used to your length you’re pulling out a bigger toy to try out on him. Graves will never want to disappoint even when it stings and hurts, he’ll spend hours getting used to the new size you brought him, preening when you complimenting him for being able to take it

Imagine having him blindfolded tied up even while pushing different dildos inside of him, having him guess which one you’re using on him and if he gets wrong he just won’t get to cum or imagine switching up between dildos and vibrators while he’s tied up and blindfolded and he doesn’t know what to expect, his reactions so much more enhanced because he never knows what’s to come his way

Imagine being sent away on a mission but making sure to take his favorite dildo with you, only leaving him with much smaller sizes which would only leave him unsatisfied and frustrated, he’d still try using them but they would feel nowhere near as good as the new size you’ve worked him up to, he’d even go as far as to FaceTime you while using one of them and the whole time he’s unable to hit his prostate, unable to feel satisfied by the small size, unable to feel full in the way only you can make him feel

Imagine using two dildos on him, cocksheads knocking together while bullying his prostate, and he’s absolutely losing his mind sobbing into the sheets clawing at the mattresses, his own cock hard and weeping between his legs