#phillip x reader

[arabellasfvv]

Hear me out. "I won't touch a gun ever" (medic) reader with Phillip.

Cw: non con, drugging, and gun play

He doesn't understand your mindset, soldiers kill to protect others (make money for their country, but that's a different story i suppose). Simple as that. But no, you try to be different. Be a fucking hero just there to save, huh? He tried to convince you otherwise multiple times, tried forcing you onto the range and just shoot a damn gun. But you just won't.

He wants you gone, if it's fired or dead, he doesn't care. But there's that obsessive part of him that couldn't stand to watch you leave. You're a good medic, useful, that's all. Is what he tells himself.

But after a while of watching you be stubborn. Of forcing you through rough missions, of forcing you to watch people die and get hurt just so you'd maybe, finally pick up a gun.. he gets fed up.

Spikes your drink at some post-op bar meet up. And drags you back to his bed. It wasn't a large dose, you'd be up soon enough, he wanted you awake for this after all.

And when you do wake up and find yourself naked in an unknown bed, you panic, of course. But he just throws you into his wanted position, one hand forcing your head into the mattress, the other tighlty gripping your hip to keep your ass in the air. "Fuckin' calm down, ain't no getting away, soldier."

There's no foreplay. Why should there be? He's mad, you're just getting what you deserve. He does spit on your cunt, but that doesn't really ease the ache when he forces the barrel of his favourite gun into your hole. He tuts when you start squirming, growls when you ask what he's doing. Spanks your ass hard enough to make his own hand sting. "I swear to God if you don't keep still..." You know better than to fight him more, know the man would just make it hurt worse. And your brain is so fuzzy, your body a confusing mix of alert and tired it just fills you with exhaustion. There's no point, really.

It's embarrassing how your cunt starts drooling around the gun. How you twitch when Phillip mocks you, your morals. There's brief worry about the fact it might be loaded. But Phillip wouldn't tell you. "Take it and I'll let you check." Liar. He just wants to see if you'd reconsider 'never touching a gun'... with your hands.

His movements become rougher, shoving the barrel inside you, before going back to slowly twisting it inside making you feel all the ridges of the smooth metal. You're whining and moaning into the sheets, and you wish it was just the fear. The fact the thing you hate so much is making you feel so good is a nightmare. Brings tears to your eyes.

"Awww, poor thing. All you had to do was shoot when I told ya and this wouldn't have happend. But you just had to be a brat. Right, missy?" His voice is disgustingly sweet, mocking. He relishes in the way you flinch when he shoves the gun in deep and rough. "Right, missy?"

"Right," you somehow manage, despite everything telling you not to give in. But it was a little late for that, wasn't it? You're already pushing your hips back to get that pleasure back. "Filthy thing," he speaks your thoughts out loud.

You didn't except him to make you come, did you? The hell have you done to deserve that? He just pulls the gun out when he's decided you've had enough for tonight. His hand tangling into your hair to force your face torward him. "Open up, pretty." It doesn't matter if you listen or not, he's forcing the gun into your mouth either way. "Made her dirty. So, get to cleanin'."

He can tell how humiliated you are, how beaten down, how embarrassed. It soothes his anger and makes his cock twitch in his jeans. He'd been neglecting himself, huh?

Might as well get some use out of you.

So once he decided his girl (his gun, don't hope) was clean enough, aka when tears were flowing down your cheeks again and drool pooled at your lips from how much you were gagging he put the thing aside. The dreadful sound of his belt unbuckling following.

You can hardly process anything before you're laying on your back with him straddling your chest, and his red, leaking tip is forcing itself into your mouth. When he hits the back of your throat, making you choke and gag without pulling away you try to fight him off again. Just panicking that you can't breath. "Ya need to learn to relax." Ironic, wasn't it?

He doesn't care one bit about your discomfort. He's too heavy on your chest to get away, and those wide, pleading eyes just get him going more...

[myhornysaga]

You mentioned cheating as one of the tags in your fics with Graves, would Graves cheat on his wife? Let’s say if he were to be deployed for awhile and a really sexy woman were to throw herself onto him, what do you think he’d do?

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

Tags: SMUT, MDNI, cheating, established relationship, angst, graves x lawyer wife reader

Part 3

As much as i WANT to believe he's faithful to his wife y/n, he is definitely NOT faithful.

What people don't understand is normally and in real life, the High Stress Environment/Special operators have a really high sex drive. No im not making shit up. I have done research.

Literally a monkey brain of fight, get job done, fuck, sleep and repeat. Also they have tendancy to be addicted to alcohol.

So my hc...

He would never in his wildest dreams would ever imagine himself being intimately physical with anyone but you.

Graves has only one heart and he knows you are the owner.

The only person who sees him in his most vulnerable state when he's not out there leading dangerous mission dodging bullets, it is you.

You are the warmth, the sunshine that melts down his cold heart.

You do so much for him. You quit your outstanding career as a Lawyer just so you could have his children and raise them. You did that, for him.

The fact that you personally want to lead his PMC's Legal team and be the Director of the Comapny despite him telling you repeatedly that putting your name out there with the Shadow Company would put a risk to your life and reputation.... just so you can make sure that the company has a figurehead, other than your husband, to be spat at by the public.

You just wanted to divert attention from your husband and allow him to work freely and do the manual work while you can handle all the managerial work. You knew he wouldn't be able to do both himself.

Graves also knows he would never be able to have all the brilliant minds at one place in his Legal team to represent The Shadow Company if it wasn't for you and your connections with the top and the best in the industry.

Graves recognizes that, your selflessness for him. And that is why he loves you. Heck! The word love is an understatement to describe his... his feelings... feelings that are very primal.

He just wants to be with you, hold you, protect you, take care you.

And thus, even if he... meh... maybe slips a little, maybe seek company for a night or so, that would never count to anything because he is thinking about.

The only reason he would even look for company is because you are not with him on those lonely nights to make love with him and let him put out all his frustration and stress in you.

Due to his contracts, he has to travel a lot all around the globe and has to command his team for months on end.

All that ground zero action takes a toll on him. On his libido.

He just wants to let IT out. So he sometimes himself engages on the battlefield to get that thrill, the boost of testosterone and adrenaline, or at times usually in non conflict areas hires an escort to his hotel room.

Usually a young woman in her early 20s, who surprisngly has few prominent features that resembles yours like the same hair color as you or your eye color, your body shape and so on. Hmmm I wonder why...

Graves becomes almost a totally different man with her.

He welcomes her to his suite like a gentleman of course. Tries to make her comfortable with drinks and food. Oh that smooth southern style and hospitality never fails to win hearts.

After the formalities, it doesn't takes him long to reveal his true self, a self he hasn't even shown you. His darker side...

He tears apart the slutty red dress off of the girl's body and throws her on his large king sized bed.

Grabs fistful of the poor girl's hair and forces her to suck on his cock till he comes inside her mouth.

He fucks the girl with an animalistic rage. Thrusting his cock inside her almost balls deep mumbling all sorts of profanities, his eyes closed shut in between to see a mental picture of you, how you are spread across the marital bed back home.

He has been rough with you yes, but the sheer intensity of how rough he is with the escorts is brutal. They won't be walking for days.

He pulls her hair, slaps her, chokes her.... things he has never done with you.

He prefers doing them from behind that way he cannot see their faces. All he thinks of is you, his lovely wife.

Graves maybe sleeping with women other than you but he always makes sure to have his boundaries set.

He never kisses his whores, he just.... cannot (?) He tried once, but he just felt so sour after that. Its as if he is... cheating on you...? Its uncomfortable for him to kiss anyone other than you.

After he's done for the night and his date for the night is asleep, he gets up and goes into the bathroom.

He pulls out his gold wedding band from the tiny box he keeps it in. Staring at it for a moment then he gets the realization of his actions.

He slept with someone who isn't you. It breaks his hearts.

He always avoids wearing his wedding band when he's working and puts it back on when he is back home with you in his big arms.

He always leaves a tip for the women before leaving.

After completing his rigorous contracts, he is home all finally and all Graves does is....

Kiss you, make love to you, cum inside you, mark you, subconsciously convincing himself that you are his and his only.

He keeps mumbling how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

You never understand where he's coming from but you assume he must've seen a lot deaths on battlefield thus this endless confession of his love to you.

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[dantakeyoman]

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 | 𝐩. 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

♡ 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚-𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐟, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

Graves loved the rodeo, much like the many other country men.

Mainly, he loved the show of it.

The display.

Competitions to show off which cowboy was the manliest?

That was right up his alley.

But there was one other large reason why he loved the rodeo...

The women.

Dimes from all over would come to watch and fawn and drool at the men competing.

And he's had his fair share of each.

But every single one of those girls were blown completely out of the water by you.

The woman he had caught sight of during the bull ride.

And you had caught sight of him, too.

Your eyes locked with the handsome man riding the bull, and you smiled, giving him a nod of approval.

He was remarkably good at it.

But what was even more remarkable, was the minute his ride was finished, he started walking over to you.

He winked, blowing out his bottom lip with the smallest smirk as he approached.

He tipped his hat as he got closer.

"You a rodeo fan, there, missy?"

You smirked, leaning up against the fence.

"I come and I go."

Graves chuckled as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Well, darlin'. I reckon we both got a little something out of this rodeo then," he tilted his hat up just slightly to reveal his bright, blue eyes.

"I'd be doin' myself a disservice if I didn't ask for your name."

You tutted, a sly smirk growing on your lips.

"Don't think you've earned my name yet, cowboy. You're gonna have to do more than that."

Graves winked, his smile growing into a sly one as he took a step towards you.

He placed one hand on the fence, leaning over slightly, so that he was closer to you.

Face-to-face.

"You like the sound of sugar?" He whispered.

He knew that this would either work or wouldn't.

If it didn't?

He had other ways to make you talk.

He had the kinda of confidence that would make him believe any other tactic would work.

"It'll do," you smiled up at him, your eyes dark and inviting.

He moved his hand on the fence over to your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone ever so slightly.

His head was tilted down, giving himself a better view of you, as well as a chance to get his face closer to yours.

"What's a pretty lady like you doin' all 'lone in the bleachers?" He asked cockily, "Where's your cowboy?"

"Don't got one," you nodded, "Flyin' solo today."

Your smirk grew.

"How 'bout you? You got a cowgirl waitin' for you at home?"

You eyed the hand on your cheek, before leading your gaze back to his.

"If I'm goin' off where your hand is, my guess would be no."

Graves chuckled, his eyes staying trained on yours.

"You'd be right, sugar. No girl at home waitin'. Don't even got a girl at the rodeo waitin'."

He raised a brow, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

"You lookin' to change that?"

He leaned even closer, waiting for you to make the next move.

"Butterin' me up s'not gonna get you nowhere..." You tried to fight off a smile.

But you couldn't help it.

This man was doing something to you.

Graves smirked, noticing the way he was making you feel.

He moved his hand from your cheek, resting it on yours.

He looked as if he was going to lean in for a kiss, but instead, he breathed in close to your ear.

"I like a woman who can handle herself."

His voice was gravelly and smooth at the same time, sending a shiver down your spine.

He slowly pulled away, allowing a few inches between you two again.

"And I think I might just have me one of those..."

You carefully took his hand from yours, turning it to lay flat across his chest.

"You sure 'bout that? As far as you're concerned, I could be an ax murderer," you asked teasingly, "You really know me?"

Graves chuckled, your fingers running across his chest, making him grin even wider.

"It ain't about the knowledge I have, darlin'. S'bout the chemistry between us right now. And besides..."

He smiled.

Your fingers were still caressing his chest.

"I know your type. And you ain't an ax murderer."

"Oh, really?" You cocked a brow, "Then what am I, cowboy?"

Graves didn't hesitate with his answer.

"The type that has a hard time admitting she's got a soft spot for the Southern boy-next-door type."

He smirked, knowing full well the type he just described was you to a T.

"So maybe you're not all brawn..." You teased with a smile, giving his chest a little flick before starting off towards where the rest of the crowd was headed.

The after party was happening at Davies, a popular local bar joint.

And you sure as shootin' weren't gonna miss it.

"You comin' or what, cowboy?"

The flick had sent chills up the man's spine, and your smirk made him grin even more.

"Yeah, I'm comin'," he said with his own smirk before moving to follow you.

"You just lead the way, gorgeous."

[evieliney]

how i feel after searching for hours for fluff but all i can find is sucking their soul out of their dick.

[trainee-nuwa]

【COD】The wet and alluring summer cod male rizzlers

[deunmiu-dessie]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

[kismetlotts]

call of duty p-links -`◇´-

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18/21+, MDNI, mature themes

triggering, upsetting and explicit content below

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Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.

[uglygirltrying]

bunny!reader and hare!simon!!!

hare!simon who finds himself a cute, little bunny, and takes them for himself. bunny!reader with soft, fluffy ears, and small cotton ball tail, that twitches and flutters in excitement. bunny!reader is round and soft, the sweetest thing that her mate has ever seen. all that fluff, pressed against hare!simon's abdomen when he pounds into her, and mutters into her ear about kits... hare!simon with a dirty fur and a dirty mind, scars and thinning fur, but a passion for keeping his mates pure white fur clean hare!simon who leads his bunny to calm river, taking a dip into it with her in his lap hare!simon who sniffs his bunny's neck for that sweet aroma, nipping the skin there, while his cock slips inside her. the water around them splashes while the dirty and scarred hare dumbs his load into his bunny's cunt. bunny!reader who whines at a sudden, strange, new smell that wafts through the air. hare!simon whose ears tense up at the same time, but not at her whine, but at the sounds from the forest around them. hare!simon who immediately stands up, ushering bunny!reader out of the water and behind him. hare!simon whose chest puffs out, when fox!graves stalks towards them, out of the bushes, a mischievous smirk on the carnivores face. hare!simon who's always ready to fight, kill, and die for his mate.

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[cherie-doll]

I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

:¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ꔫ

[luvbabydoll]

you shuffle into the kitchen barefoot, draggin’ your feet, wearin’ that soft pink nightgown with the lace trim that he definitely bought you. it barely covers your thighs, and your hair’s a mess, but you’re lookin’ at him like he’s the only man on earth who can give you what you really want.

“phillip,” you say, voice all breathy and sweet, leanin’ against the counter like you didn’t spend the whole night sendin’ him baby tiktoks with captions like “we’d be such cute parents omg”.

he doesn’t even look up from his coffee. just sips it slow and mutters, “lord have mercy. you startin’ this shit again?”

you pout immediately, fingers twistin’ in the hem of your nightgown. “i want a baby,” you whine, comin’ up behind him and wrappin’ your arms around his waist. “please, phillip. just one. a tiny one. they’re so cute and squishy—”

“you talkin’ about a baby or a loaf’a bread?” he scoffs, settin’ his mug down with a thud. “girl, you don’t even know how to spell pediatrician.”

“do too!” you snap, even though you absolutely don’t.

he turns around and lifts you right up onto the counter like you weigh nothin’, starin’ you down with that smug grin of his. “lemme get this straight. you want me to put a baby in you… when you still cry when the waffle burns in the toaster?”

you cross your arms. “i’m emotional.”

“you’re helpless,” he says, pokin’ your thigh. “but cute. real cute. you keep beggin’ like that, i might just give you another puppy.”

“i don’t want another puppy!” you huff, brows all furrowed. “i want your baby! i wanna waddle around in cute lil overalls and make you rub my feet!”

he laughs—really laughs—like you’re the funniest damn thing he’s ever seen. “jesus christ, baby. the only thing you should be waddlin’ in is a nice lacy bra, not a diaper bag.”

you slap his chest but you’re gigglin’ too, leanin’ into his touch when he brushes your hair out of your face.

“how ‘bout this,” he says, drawl slow and cruelly sweet. “you keep that puppy alive for one more month without tryin’ to feed it chocolate or paint its claws pink, then we’ll talk about you havin’ a kid.”

you blink. “wait—you fed it chocolate!”

“details,” he mutters, liftin’ you off the counter with one arm. “c’mon, sugar. let’s get you dressed ‘fore you flash the mailman again.”

[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

Philip Graves x Wife!Reader

Graves was halfway through yelling at a rookie over a botched op report when he heard it—the unmistakable click of high heels on concrete.

He froze. Slowly turned. And there she was.

Hair glossy, sunglasses on indoors, a tight black dress that did not belong on a military base, and those red bottom heels that announced to everyone that someone was about to get their ass handed to them. And not in a sexy way.

“Phillip Dean Graves.”

The rookie took a step back, muttered, “Dead man walkin’,” and made himself scarce.

Graves blinked. “Darlin’, what’re you—”

“You signed our son up for football without asking me.” She took off her sunglasses with the slowness of a Bond villain, glaring at him like she was trying to set his hair on fire with her mind.

Graves cleared his throat. “Now hold on, sugarplum, I didn’t sign him up. I inquired. There’s a difference.”

“You volunteered to coach.”

“Well, I—okay, yes. That part I did.”

She stepped closer. “And you told Coach Murphy that I’d ‘be delighted to bring orange slices every game day.’ Phillip. Do I look like I slice oranges?”

He smiled—nervously. “No, ma’am. You look like you get paid to fire the person who slices your oranges.”

She pointed a manicured finger at him. “Exactly.”

Graves tried the southern charm. Turned it on like a switch. “Now, sweetheart, I know I overstepped. But I just got excited, you know? Our boy out there on the field, me on the sidelines, you in the stands—”

“Wearing heels on grass?”

“Well—yes.”

She folded her arms. “You just decided this without me? Again?”

Graves winced. “I was gonna tell you—”

“Oh? Before or after I showed up at the first game dressed like the Real Housewives of Nowhere, Texas?”

“…that was the plan.”

She glared. “Fix it.”

“But I already ordered the mini jerseys…”

“Phillip.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll call Coach Murphy.” He held up his hands, surrendering. “But I’m tellin’ you right now, baby, the team’s gonna lose without me.”

“They’ll survive.”

He sighed dramatically, then grinned. “Y’know, when you bust in here like that, it does somethin’ to me. Like… disciplinary action, but in a way I enjoy.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I will end you.”

“God, I love it when you threaten me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Call. The. Coach.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He turned toward his office, muttering, “Can’t wait to marry you all over again in hell.”

“What was that?”

“Nothin’, darlin’. Just, uh, dialin’!”

(He still ends up coaching. She still brings orange slices. But only because their kid asks. And she does wear heels on the field. Red bottoms, naturally.)

[myhornysaga]

mmmm what is that certain incident... do graves and lawyer reader have kids ?? Or.... 👀 👀mmmmmm im watching from the shadowzzz

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

A/n: thank you for reading my work anon♡ the secret will be revealed, stay tuned

I'm planning on this chapter be divided in two parts so this is part 1 of this chapter. Songs recommended, in order: people in the front row, end of beginning, angel of the morning.

Tags: mdni, graves x Lawyer wife reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, pregnancy.

Part 2, Series masterlist , M.list

You and Graves had a kid.

A daughter.

She was born with the best of you and your husband Phil.

Just after a year of being married you discovered you were pregnant. Thanks to the little rendezvous the night before your husband was leaving for his 364 days deployment in the middle east.

He was in Marines back then and you worked as a full time criminal lawyer at your father's Firm, one of the three top Law firms specializing in International Laws and Extradition.

You were learning international criminal law under one of the most recognizable lawyers and a dear friend of your father, Mona De La Sierre.

Everything was going smooth, your career was at peak and you were only in your late 20s, till you discovered...

You have missed your periods for 2 months.

At first you had your doubts, no way you could be pregnant right? But its been 2 and half months since you and Phil had- no! Lets not have false hope. A simple pregnancy test will reveal whatever it is!

You sat on the toilet seat of the housing quarter. You had done 3 pregnancy tests and they all came... positive.

And it started.

You couldn't believe you were pregnant. You wanted scream and yell out of happiness and let everyone know Mr and Mrs Graves are having a kid!

You wanted the first person to know about this to be none other than the perpetrator! You couldn't just wait to call him. But you had to wait because you can only call him at night due to different time zones.

Despite staying awake past midnight and 14 calls, none were answered. You tried one last time before giving up and call next day.

The 15th call was answered by someone else.

"Hello? Phil? Babe?", you asked nervously.

"Hello?" The voice said

"Ahem... I'm trying to reach Sergeant Phillip Graves. I'm his wife is he there?" You questioned on the line.

"Uh no maam im sorry but the Sergeant will not be available for four weeks."

"4 weeks? You gotta be kidding me!", you huffed in frustration.

"Thats what im told Mrs Graves."

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4.5 weeks later.

Location: Marines Reconnaissance Base in [Redacted]

Sergeant Graves had returned to the base after leading a successful Recon mission without any casualties.

"Sergeant!" A marine called out for Graves in his tent, "sir you have a letter from home"

"Just in time", he chuckled as he sat down on his bed after a long and hard few weeks, finally resting on a proper bed instead of a dug out pit.

"The envelope looks big. Look out Graves, this could be divorce papers" one his teammates joked.

"Yeah totally. Chicks throw you divorce paper if you don't talk to em in every two hours. Haha", another one joined in

"Nah boys i don't think its that.", Philip tried to convince.

"Thats what captain Jerome said", another one jumped in and everyone started laughing. While Graves just shook his head while chuckling along and opening the envelope and started reading it.

He stood up straight out of shock, letter still in hand.

"Told ya its them divorce papers", the guys said.

"What is it Graves?", one of them asked in a serious tone now.

Everyone could still see the absolute shock on the Sergeant's face.

His heart was racing out of excitement, "Holy shit boys, im gonna be a father!", Graves said to his teammates.

Everyone in the tent started congratulating him and hugging the man. Some quipped with the question whether the kid is his or- Graves wouldn't let them finish and just hand them the DNA papers, solidifying his paternity.

The letter,

"My love, i hope you are doing well. I tried to reach you several times through call but i was informed that you are not available for 4 weeks.

Its an awful long time to wait to let everyone know. But remember this, i want YOU to be the first to know of this, that you are going to be a FATHER soon!

I checked in with the doctors and its confirmed! I am 3 months in. By the time you arrive, we'll be a family of three my bub.

And before you or your jarhead boys start questioning the legitimacy of OUR child, i will be attaching DNA tests as well, have fun.

So thats that. You are going to be a dad Phil! You better come back in one piece!

With love and warm hugs

Y/n L/n Graves xo".

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Part 4

[lay-z]

18+ mdni, gn!reader

If you'd like to cum hard while you're by yourself, may I suggest imagining your favourite war criminal fucking you in the dingy bedroom of the safe house you're staying in while his teammates are but a room away?

He's making you feel so good, but You gotta stay quiet f'me, dove, aye? Yeah, that's it, jus' like that as he pounds you into the tattered mattress.

But the bed is creaking so loud already, the old bedframe knocking into the wall in this hard, steady rhythm he's taking you, while his taut balls smack against your sticky skin repeatedly, all while you're muffling your pathetic high-pitched moans and whimpers into the rough fabric of his uniform; inhaling his heady musk and dirt and gunpowder with each shaky breath.

Beads of his sweat drip from the tip of his nose and you lick each one up like the nasty puppy you are for him while he has you folded in a mating press, still mostly geared up while your supple skin is assaulted by velcro and leather and plastic rubbing all over your body. He grunts pure filth into your ear; his breath hot against your neck as he groans at how splendid you feel around him, though he keeps shushing you to stay quiet while his thrusts become harder, deeper, and driving you to the edge of pleasurable madness.

Of course, his squad has been eavesdropping since said teammate has ushered you into the other room more obviously than anything; hearding the wee, trusting lamb away to be ravished.

And what if every one of them doesn't even bother to hide the massive bulge now straining inside their cargo pants, aching and throbbing for some sweet relief only you could give them?

Well, good thing a pack of wolves knows how to share.

And yes, do try to stay quiet while you're imagining all of this. Have fun :)

[cameronsbabydoll]

your kids asking the cod men (+konig and graves) about area 51

a/n: i know area 51 is in the US but this is just a fun crack fic

♡ john price (dad mode: engaged)

you’re washing dishes in the kitchen. wearing that robe he bought you. your youngest is drawing on the fridge whiteboard. your oldest, spoon in hand, squints up at him like a little detective.

“dad, do aliens live in area 51?”

price, sipping his tea, doesn’t miss a beat:

“they did. we evicted ’em in ‘98.”

you laugh softly. “john—”

“one of ’em tried to take your mum on a date,” he adds, folding the paper, eyes twinkling. “had to break four of his fingers. little green shit never came back.”

he winks at you. you roll your eyes. your kid is stunned.

and later? your child draws an alien with a broken hand and writes “DADDY GOT HIM” on the page.

♡ soap mactavish (unhinged uncle energy but dad edition)

he’s making pancakes in the kitchen. shirtless. your toddler’s sitting on the counter with pancake batter on their nose.

“daddy, do you have alien friends?”

“aye,” he says, flipping a pancake. “one of ‘em owed me five bucks. i never forget.”

you walk in mid-convo and he’s just saying:

“—and their hands are like spaghetti. weirdest handshake ever.”

you: “johnny.”

soap: “babe. he asked.”

later, your kid tries to shake your hand using only four floppy fingers.

♡ gaz (the realist but turns into a menace)

sitting on the sofa with a kid on each side. watching cartoons. sippy cup half-empty. suddenly:

“dad? what’s in area 51?”

he sighs. dramatic. long.

“tax fraud, mostly.”

you giggle from the kitchen. but then—he leans in real close to the kids, drops his voice:

“but one time, i saw a guy walk through a wall. he’s probably still there.”

you shout: “KYLE.”

he grins. the kids are silent for the next twenty minutes, watching the door.

♡ ghost (dad of silence, until he isn’t)

your kid is colouring next to him at the table. he’s drinking coffee in complete silence. you’re folding laundry.

“dad, are aliens real?”

he doesn’t answer at first.

then, softly:

“only met one. didn’t speak. just stared.”

your child: :o

“it blinked sideways,” he adds, sipping his mug. “still see it in my dreams.”

you: “simon.”

“what?” he shrugs. “builds character.”

your kid doesn’t sleep that night. neither does he. bonding.

♡ graves (suburban menace. king of dad lies.)

he’s mowing the lawn. your kid runs up with popsicle-stained hands yelling:

“dad, are aliens real?!”

he stops, takes off his sunglasses.

“kiddo, not only are they real—your mum was one.”

your child: screams

you from the porch: “phillip!”

“how else you think she got eyes like that?” he calls, grinning.

later, he lets your kid wear his sunglasses and says,

“you see any green guys? tell your old man. we’ll handle it.”

♡ könig (gentle giant, terrified)

you’re all sitting on the couch. popcorn. cartoons. one of your kids looks at him and whispers:

“papa… what’s in area 51?”

he stiffens. visibly. clutches the bowl.

“we… we are not allowed to speak about it,” he says, voice trembling slightly. “they made us sign… papers.”

you: “honey. you can tell them it’s just a base—”

“no,” he says, deadly serious. “they scan your teeth.”

your kid slowly covers their mouth.

later, you find tinfoil hats made out of cereal boxes in their room.

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Proposal Headcanons for Task Force 141 + Graves

Soap

Soap cannot play it cool. The man tries, but the moment he realizes he wants to marry you, it takes approximately 36 hours before he blurts it out mid-date, mid-bite, mid-everything.

“I love you. You love me. Let’s just do it, yeah? Marry me. Right now. I’ll steal a ring if I have to.”

You think he’s joking—until he pulls out an actual ring box from his cargo pocket. It’s dented. A little dirty. But the ring inside? Stunning. Soap actually planned ahead but couldn’t contain himself long enough for the ‘perfect moment.’

He kisses you before you even say yes, whispering, “You’re gonna be the death of me… but what a way to go.”

He doesn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The moment you say yes, he tackles you onto the couch, hands everywhere, breathless laughter between frantic kisses. His mouth is on your neck, mumbling, “You said yes—you said yes, I’m gonna ruin you for the next three days.”

He gets downright feral. Clothes ripped off, ring glinting as he grips your hips and mutters filthy praise in your ear. “Say it again. C’mon, sweetheart, say you’re gonna be my wife—while I’m deep inside you.”

You’re so sore the next morning you can barely stand. He carries you to the shower, grinning the entire time.

Gaz

Gaz puts in work. He’s low-key about it, but he plans the proposal down to the smallest detail: your favorite place, the perfect playlist, the exact time the light hits just right.

He gives a small speech about all the things he loves about you—your laugh, your stubbornness, how you make coffee wrong but he drinks it anyway—and then casually drops to one knee like he’s done it in his head a thousand times.

“You don’t make sense with anyone else. You make sense with me. And I want that for the rest of my life.”

You’re a mess. He’s a mess. Even the waiter cries.

He starts slow. Intense eye contact. Whispering thank you against your lips as he slips the ring on your finger and lays you down like you’re sacred.

But once his lips are on your skin? He loses control.

Gaz eats you out like he’s starved, murmuring, “My fiancée tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” between strokes of his tongue. You’re trembling before he even gets his pants off.

And when he finally pushes inside? It’s deep. Slow. A claim.

“I’m gonna make you feel me for days,” he breathes, forehead to yours, hips rolling with purpose. “This is how your husband loves you.”

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t plan to propose. Not because he doesn’t want to—it’s because he’s terrified. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of messing it up.

But then one night, he wakes up after a nightmare and sees you asleep, soft and peaceful beside him… and it hits him. He needs to make sure you never leave.

Next morning? He slips a ring onto your finger while you’re still sleeping. Sits beside the bed, just watching.

You wake up to him staring at your hand, expression unreadable.

“Hope that’s alright,” he says softly. “Didn’t think I could get through asking without losin’ my nerve.”

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him—and the most sure he’s ever been.

You see a side of Ghost no one else ever has.

Once you say yes, the mask comes off—literally and figuratively. He holds your face, kisses you like he’s drowning, and when he lays you down, it’s pure worship.

But when he’s inside you? All that control breaks.

Rough thrusts. Low growls. Hands gripping your thighs like he needs you to anchor him.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, voice cracking. “Gonna fuck you until that ring rattles on your finger.”

After? He buries his face in your neck and whispers, “My wife. Mine. Mine.” Over and over like a prayer.

Price

Price goes traditional—old-school, respectful, completely heart-melting. He asks your parents (imagine his old ass asking your parents LMAO (he's only 37)), he wears a suit, he brings you somewhere meaningful.

He drops to one knee with total conviction. Eyes steady. Hands only slightly shaking.

“You’ve stood by me through everything. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you everything I’ve got left.”

It’s not flashy. It’s intimate. He looks you in the eye like a man who already sees your whole life together—and you say yes before he even opens the box.

Bonus: He tears up. Silently. And tries to hide it with a “Might be dusty out here.”

He pours a glass of champagne, gives a toast to Mrs. Price-to-be, and then takes you to bed like a gentleman…

…until he’s got you pinned under him, writhing, one hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you whimper.

“This is what forever looks like,” he growls, sliding in with maddening control. “You wanna be mine? You better be ready to take every fuckin’ inch of me.”

He makes love like a man with something to prove—and he proves it again. And again. And again.

After? He smokes a cigar with your head on his chest, murmuring, “Next time, I’m bending you over the vows.”

Phillip Graves

Graves turns the proposal into a production. Champagne, string quartet, five-star dinner, and probably a drone flying a banner overhead.

He gives a speech in front of everyone. A loud one. “This woman right here? She’s the best thing I ever got my hands on—and I’m damn sure not letting her go.”

He definitely drops to one knee in slow motion. Probably has a photographer hiding in a bush. Maybe two.

The ring? Custom-made. Probably with your initials engraved inside. He flashes that smug grin and says, “You didn’t think I was gonna do this halfway, did you?”

After you say yes, he yells “She said YES!” like it’s a victory and kisses you like he just won a Super Bowl.

Graves worships you that night like a man obsessed. Pours champagne over your chest just so he can lick it off. Tells you exactly what he’s gonna do with his wife in every room of the house.

“Gonna fuck you in silk sheets and marble floors, darlin’,” he purrs. “You think the ring’s nice? Wait till you see what I do with this body.”

Takes his time ruining you. Bent over the bed. Face down on the counter. On your knees in the living room.

Every time he makes you come, he taps the ring and says, “Mine now. And I’m never lettin’ go.”