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captainfern · 8 months

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hi cap ily sm

pls price x reader x graves smut 😛

With The Lights Out

Captain John Price x fem!reader x Commander Phillip Graves

["With the Lights Out" boxset by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price and graves don't have anything in common. except, of course, their attraction to you lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 4.3k �� warnings - fem!reader, all porn literally zero plot, this is nasty guys fr, threesome, reader goes to paris, possessive!price, possessive!graves, oral [f!&m!receiving], fingering, unprotected piv, cumplay idk, double penetration [2 in 1 *wink wink*], creampies, a competitive breeding kink from both men lmao, price has a sir kink, graves has a corruption kink, both men are whipped, praise, degradation, strong language, their last names are used because i find it hot ok? don't judge me 😭

i'm going to hell

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Price and Graves had virtually nothing in common. They butted heads on the scale of authority, and both had very different ideas on how to run successful missions.

But there was one thing they agreed on.

You.

And for some reason, by the grace of the universe, they ended up agreeing on that one thing very well.

One moment, you were in your bedroom, both your captain and commander entering to talk you through certain topics they said had been playing on their minds as of late. It turns out that those certain topics involved you being shared by both of them.

Completely naked, you lay on your bed with a thin sheen of sweat across your skin. Your upper body was propped up against Price's lap, who had one hand groping your breasts, twisting your nipples between his calloused fingers. His other hand cupped your jaw, his forefinger and middle finger in your mouth. Saliva dribbled from the corners, down your chin in glistening streams, as Price's fingers pressed down against your tongue. You murmured moans around his digits while your legs twitched, hiked over Graves' shoulders.

Graves was between your legs, two hands gripping the fat of your thighs, kneading the flesh as his tongue worked in and out of your sopping cunt. He grunted with each thrust of his tongue, his nose bumping against your puffy clit, the vibrations of his grunting making your legs tremble more.

Price shushed you gently. He was still in his boxers, but you could feel the outline of his hardened cock against your upper back. You arched your back at the feeling, and he squeezed at your tits harder, making you mewl around his fingers.

The reason Price had his fingers in your mouth was so that Graves couldn't hear how good he was making you feel. Jealously stirred inside his chest when you moaned loudly when the commander sucked your clit, his tongue between your folds making you babble his name so beautifully. Price used his position to his advantage and gagged you with his fingers, continuing to grope at your pretty tits.

That didn't deter Graves though– who continued lapping at your wet cunt, maintaining as much eye contact as he could. He held your gaze as he fucked his tongue in and out, dragging your orgasm closer and closer. You whined around Price's fingers, hips bucking, nudging Graves' face further into you. Graves moaned, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

You came, eyes rolling back in your head, thighs clamping around Graves' head. He licked you through it, tongue not leaving you until you were whimpering, thighs trembling in his hold. Price praised you gently, rubbing the mounds of your breasts gently as Graves pulled his face away from you.

The American, face glistening with your arousal, locked eyes with Price and licked his lips, a triumphant smirk on his face. Price grunted, removing his fingers from your mouth, before leaning over and kissing you.

You whimpered into the kiss as Price shoved his tongue past the seam of your lips, coaxing more and more little noises from your throat. He held your face to his, angling it so Graves could get a good look. Price opened his eyes, looking to the side and directly at Graves as he smoothed his tongue against yours, drawing more light moans from you.

"That's how you want to do it, huh?" Graves grunted at Price, gently removing your legs from his shoulders.

He rubbed his hands up and down your legs, massaging the muscles of your calves and thighs, then moving up to squeeze the flesh of your arse. You hummed contentedly into Price's mouth at the feeling of Graves' hands on you, pushing and pulling at your warm skin.

"S'that feel good, baby?" Graves asked, his hands beneath the curve of your arse, gripping the backs of your thighs. He leaned forward to press kisses to your tummy, sucking at the soft skin just below your navel.

Graves watched you try to pull out of the kiss to reply, but Price grumbled low in his throat, holding your jaw tightly and sliding your mouth back to his. You moaned into the kiss, but it was muffled, and Graves couldn't help but grow annoyed.

He sat back on his heels as Price kissed you, kneaded your breasts– that, for the record, were covered in Graves' spit from about ten minutes earlier. The American slowly spread your legs once more, moaning under his breath at the sight of your glistening cunt, all pretty and puffy after he'd made you come in his mouth. He licked his lips, still tasting you.

Graves pulled his boxers down, managing to kick them away while still kneeling on the bed. He gripped his hard cock, the tip red and beading with pre-cum. He hissed lowly, pumping himself, more pre-cum dribbling from his slit and down his length. He was so fucking hard it almost hurt.

Gently, he crawled back between your legs as you and Price made out. He had to admit, it was a pretty sight, but it'd be a whole lot prettier if he could just hear you.

So, of course, he had a plan.

Graves gripped his cock and guided the head to your cunt. He dragged the tip up through your slick folds, tapping it against your clit and smearing his pre over it.

His plan worked– you ripped yourself away from Price's eager mouth and moaned loudly, followed by whimpered mewls of Graves as the commander continued to rub his cock up and down your folds. Price tried to chase your mouth again, but you turned your head so you could watch Graves rut himself against your core.

"You're so wet, aren't you, baby? Yeah? You feel that?" Graves asked with a coy smile, circling the head of his cock against your swollen clit. Wet sounds elicited from your core, and it made you whimper out for him again. He hummed, pleased, dragging his cock down to press the head to your hole, circling that as well. You moaned, and Price had had enough of that.

"And who said you get to fuck her first, eh?" He challenged, threading his arms beneath your armpits and hoisting you further up the bed. You gasped out as he pulled you against him until you were sitting in his lap.

Graves grit his teeth, the warmth of your cunt literally dragged away from him. His cock, still fisted in his hand, glistened wet with your arousal. The sight made you wriggle in Price's lap, grinding his own erection against your arse. He hissed, dipping his head to attach his lips to your shoulder.

"I think the pretty girl can decide that for herself, can't she?" Graves quipped, and began moving up the bed again. He closed in on you where you sat all pretty and desperate in Price's lap. "Can't you, baby?" He whispered, then kissed you gently, lips moving slowly against yours. You could taste yourself when the tip of his tongue swiped along your lips.

You nodded carefully as Graves' kissed your mouth and Price kissed along the curve of your bare shoulder. Graves pulled back, eyes taking in every inch of your face.

"I want both." You whined out as Price sucked at the hot skin beneath your ear. He chuckled, and so did Graves, who leaned back towards you to brush his lips against yours, featherlight.

"Can't have both yet, pretty girl," he said. "Just gotta have one cock to stretch you out first, okay? An' you want me to do that? Want me to stretch out this pretty pussy, hm?"

Price removed his mouth from your neck. "She didn't say that, Graves, you fucking prick. Let her speak."

You all but ignored Price, moaning out at Graves' words. You leaned forward to kiss him, just as you felt two fingers weasel beneath your legs and prod at your dripping hole.

Price pushed two fingers inside you from where he had you sat in his lap. He grunted, the tight heat of your cunt sucking his fingers in as he sunk all the way to the knuckle. He placed kisses along your neck as he dragged his fingers in and out as Graves kissed you. Price could see him gripping tightly at the base of his cock.

"Mmmygodddd–" You whined into Graves' mouth as Price fucked you with his fingers, adding a third. His other hand moved over your leg this time, his middle finger collecting your arousal from your inner thighs and circling your clit.

He pinched it gently, and you sobbed into Graves' mouth, your lips going lax. Graves pulled back to see Price's fingers thrusting in and out of you. His jaw clenched.

"Who do you want first, sweetheart?" Price asked you, eyes flicking up to Graves, who was now fisting his cock, watching Price finger you.

"Mmm..." You hummed out, about to make an answer. Price curled his fingers inside you, pressing into your g-spot with just the right amount of pressure to have you crying out, head falling back against his shoulder. "Fuck, fuck– you, Price, please–"

Price smiled at Graves. Graves rolled his eyes.

Price kissed you one last time on the neck. "Want you to come 'round my fingers first."

You did– your orgasm rippling through you like static, making your whole body tremble against him. You came around his fingers, milking the digits tight and making Price groan out.

"Good girl, there you go..." He muttered, removing his fingers with a slick squelch, shining wet.

Cocky, he looked over at Graves and then held his three fingers towards him, crooking them in a come here motion. Graves bared his teeth in disapproval.

"Don't fucking push it." Graves hissed, but Price persisted, keeping his fingers held out towards the American's face. Graves sneered, but knowing just how good your pussy tasted on his tongue made his cock jump in his hand. He groaned, Price's glistening fingers directly in line with his mouth, tempting. Then, he gave in, opening his mouth for Price to shove his fingers in.

On any other day, it would have been absolutely demoralising for the commander. But, not only was the taste of you on Price's fingers enough for his stomach to twist with his looming orgasm, you released the prettiest sound he'd ever heard. You moaned, so breathy and desperate, as you watched Graves suck your arousal from Price's fingers.

Your core throbbed, the veil of overstimulation lifting. Your clit pulsed in time with your rapid heartbeat, and you found yourself grinding into Price's lap. Price nodded, pleased, at Graves, a subtle smile on his lips. Then, he yanked his fingers free and pet Graves on the cheek, saliva smearing across the scar on the Americans cheek. Graves sneered and slapped Price's hand away, but his pupils were blown wide, his cock leaking pearl after pearl of precum.

"Fuck you." Graves grit out, but Price ignored it. Instead, he shifted the scene– instructing Graves to the head of the bed and positioning you on your hands and knees. You sunk slightly into the mattress, but Price held you up, his hands on your hips as he positioned himself behind you.

He rid himself of his boxers as Graves settled you between his legs. The commander placed one hand on the back of your neck, the other guiding his cock to your lips. He smeared pre across your closed lips, and you stuck out your tongue to press it into his slit. Graves grumbled some praise before you were wrapping your lips around the reddened tip.

"Oh, fuck, there you go, good girl, baby," Graves praised, squeezing the back of your neck gently. "That's it, wrap that pretty mouth 'round my cock."

Meanwhile, Price was lining his cock up with your cunt, wet with your two orgasms, arousal dripping down your inner thighs. The sight made his brain short-circuit, and he found himself beginning to push into you with no warning. Your slick walls sucked him in so perfectly, making him groan lowly the entire time he pushed inside you.

You moaned around Graves' cock, eyes fluttering closed, your arse backing up in an attempt to make Price hurry up. But the captain continued his slow push in– dropping half of his body across yours, pressing warm kisses to your spine. Finally, with a leisurely snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, cock settled up against your cervix.

Again, you moaned around Graves' cock, whose hand on the back of your neck tightened further. That made you moan, too.

Price panted against your spine. "God, y'taking my cock so well, sweetheart."

You whimpered. Graves pressed you further down onto his cock until your nose pressed up against the light-coloured hair at the base. His tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Graves pulled you back, and then repeated the action a few more times, each time groaning your name for just the two of you to hear.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, suck your commander's cock," Graves whispered to you, other hand stroking the side of your face– so tender, so loving. Maybe that was the corruption kink talking. "You like gagging on your commander's cock, don't you? Naughty fucking thing."

For emphasis, his hips bucked again. You gagged, tears springing to your eyes. One fell, rolling down your cheek, but Graves caught it and wiped it away with his thumb. He continued to hold the back of your neck, guiding you up and down as you sucked his cock.

Price wasn't fucking you as slow anymore. Once he had passed the initial threshold of stretching you around him, he had simply pulled back out and then thrusted all the way back in. His hips slapped against you arse, forcing you forward and making you take more of the commander's cock down your throat. You gagged. Graves groaned.

You could hardly breathe, the pleasure coursing through you rendering you breathless.

Price fucked into you, deep and rough, abusing your cervix and making your eyes roll as light degradation fell from his lips. "Needy fucking whore, taking two cocks, eh? Needs her mouth and her tight cunt fucking stuffed to be happy. Dirty girl... fucking needy."

Graves guided you to suck his cock, gentle but firm, rubbing the tears from your cheeks with soft coos of praise. "You're doin' so well, baby, an' you look so fucking gorgeous, you know that? Lookin' so pretty takin' both our cocks, an' you're doin' so good, too. Fuck–"

God, the drawl of his accent was driving you insane. Price's gruff voice was doing much the same, and it had your cunt fluttering around his cock as your orgasm brewed heavy and rich in the base of your tummy.

Price groaned, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Can feel you fucking squeezing me. You wanna come?"

You hummed your reply with Graves' cock down your throat. Graves hissed out, the hand on your neck tightening again.

Price grumbled, happy and blissed-out. "Yeah, 'course you do. So fucking needy for it. Go on then. Come 'round my cock."

You tried to moan his name, but it was forced back down your throat by the head of Graves' cock. Instead, you just whined, mumbled and hoarse, as you came around Price. Your cunt squeezed him tight as you came, your thighs shaking– you would have probably collapsed onto the bed if he wasn't holding you up against him. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, fucked out of you by the girth of Price's cock, and you could feel the tiny streams reach the sides of your bent knees.

"So messy..." Price tutted, leaning back and admiring your backside as he fucked into your cunt.

Price's words made Graves grit his teeth, balls tightening and cock twitching deep in your mouth. He held you down against his pelvis, drool threatening to leak out past the corner of your lips again, as he whimpered above you.

"Gonna come, gonna come," he whispered, his whiny tone making your clit pulse. "Oh fucking hell, m'coming, baby–"

He pulled back just enough to release properly inside your mouth, rather than right down the back of your throat. His cum filled your mouth and you rounded your cheeks to take more as you felt him twitching against your tongue. He kept his semi-hard length inside your mouth and pressed a thumb to the corner of your lips.

"Don't swallow yet." He said, pushing a dribble of his spend back into your mouth.

Price wasn't far behind, either– with a guttural moan of your name, it took everything in him to pull out in time. He came across your arsecheeks and lower back, painting your skin white. Mouth full, you whimpered at the warm splatter across your backside.

"Fucking hell..." Price collapsed beside you on the bed, one arm resting across your lower back. He ran his fingers through his cum, smearing it against the fat of your arse and thighs.

But Graves wasn't close to being done. Quickly but gently, he pulled his cock out of your mouth and you kept your mouth closed as he manhandled you into a sitting position. He twisted you around so your back was pressed to his front, and he could tuck his chin against your shoulder, his cock already hardening against you.

"Don't tell me you're tired already, Price." Graves quipped as he slowly ground you down onto his lap, much like Price had done before. Except this time, you could feel his cock against your bare arse, and it made you shudder, cunt dripping against him.

Price grunted, then sat up. "Not a fucking chance." He positioned himself in front of you, and you felt hot with the way both men looked down at you, sandwiching you between them.

Just as you were wondering why you still had a mouth full of Graves' cum, you got your answer. Graves' cupped your jaw, thumb on one cheek, four fingers on the other cheek. He angled your face up to look Price in the eyes, and then he slowly, slowly applied pressure to your cheeks. You whined out quietly as your lips were pushed just slightly open and strings of his cum began leaking out.

Price's mouth dropped open as he watched, dribbles of white mixed in with your saliva pooling down your chin and dripping down your tits. He groaned, his cock twitching again. He gripped it and began pumping himself.

"Lick it off." Graves said simply, his dark tone making your eyelids droop and your stomach flutter. What made it even better was that he wasn't talking to you.

Price eyed Graves with dark, calculating eyes. You imagined Graves was giving him a similar challenging look.

Graves pressed his fingers harder into your cheeks, pushing more of his cum out of your mouth. As he did so, he was smoothly rubbing his cock through your sensitive folds.

Price didn't say anything, and didn't move.

Graves lifted you slightly and lined his cock up with your hole. Without breaking eye contact with the captain, he began placing wet, messy kisses along your neck.

"Lick it off while I stuff her with my cock." He whispered, then nipped at your earlobe, making you whine again.

Price conceded without more than a growl, leaning forward to run his tongue along the tops of your breasts. You moaned at the feeling. Graves removed his hand from your face, instead holding– not choking– your neck as he bucked his hips and shoved his cock inside you in one solid thrust.

You choked on a moan when the head of his cock hit the same place as Price's, knocking up against the plug of your womb. Price dragged his tongue away from your breasts and over your chin, his facial hair tickling your face. He licked up the mess on your lower face, before kissing you roughly. It was all teeth, tongue and spit. You could taste Graves and yourself still on Price's tongue.

"You think you can take two now, sweetheart?" Price asked you calmly once he pulled out of the kiss. He was spreading your legs further, getting a clear view of the way Graves rutted up into your hole. "You think this tight hole can take two cocks?"

You nodded deliriously, desperately. Price chuckled at your eagerness, then lined himself up alongside Graves. The American stopped, balls deep inside you as the head of Price's cock pressed to your entrance.

"Fuck, please, please, I need you, sir." You begged, and Price moaned loudly, ducking to kiss you again. He ran his hand along your inner thighs, collecting your arousal in his palm, before fisting his cock and spreading it. Cock slick, he slowly began easing into you.

"That's a good girl, call me sir when I'm filling this tight cunt." Price whispered, one hand on your thigh, the other on his cock as he fed more into your tight hole. Pushed up against Graves', his cock reached your womb.

You moaned loudly, probably the loudest of the night. You felt so full. They were both so deep inside you.

Both Graves and Price responded with their own grunts and groans of pleasure as everyone paused for a moment, adjusting to the fit.

"Fucking Christ you're tight." Price muttered. Graves didn't say anything. He just nosed at your pulse beneath your ear, breathing hard against your skin.

You were growing hot. And impatient.

You squirmed in their holds. "Please move."

They moved. It took a tense, testosterone-laced moment to get the rhythm right, but both men got it. Each time Price moved out, Graves was thrusting in and each time Graves moved out, Price was rutting into you. They worked like a well-oiled machine, never leaving your hole empty.

You were in heaven– dizzy off the pleasure, mind fuzzy and vision blurry. Your body was on fire, but in the best way possible, nerve-endings tingling as you were fucked by both men. You could feel them in your stomach.

Graves had one hand around your neck still, the other now on one of your breasts, rolling a peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He continued to kiss and lick at your sweat-slick skin, up and down your neck, whimpering against you with each thrust.

"You feel good, baby?" He asked.

You whined out a “yesssss–!”

"Mhm, yeah, feels good getting fucked by your commander and captain, don't it? Feels good getting this pretty pussy fucked by your bosses..." He finished his sentence with a moan into the curve of your neck, skimming his teeth against you.

Price, with both hands on your hips, moved one hand to press against the mound of your tummy, pressing deep enough to make you moan.

"Fucking you so deep, sweetheart," Price whispered, panting. "You feel that? You feel us both in this pretty tummy?"

Your answer was a high-pitched moan. You were already so close–

"Aw, you wanna come, pretty girl?" Graves asked the question, a whisper in your ear.

You nodded, one of each of your arms scrambling to hold onto them and keep yourself grounded.

“That’s it, ‘atta girl.” Graves said, with Price adding a deep, “Come ‘round our cocks, sweetheart.”

You came around their cocks with moans of both of their names, followed by babbling whimpers as the pleasure rolled over you in deep waves. You felt your own release gush out around them, drenching the bed covers, your body trembling unbearably hot.

Both Price and Graves groaned.

"Fuck, fuck, m'close..." Graves whimpered into your neck, rutting into you desperately.

Price was much the same, each of his thrusts becoming sloppier, his hands gripping your hips for balance, as to not topple over his orgasm too soon– not before Graves, anyway.

But Graves had other ideas.

"Fuck, m'gonna come first, fill you up first. How's that sound, baby?" He asked you, words slurred around his impending orgasm. "You want me to stuff this pretty pussy full'a my babies? Hm? Wanna make me proud? Wanna make me a daddy, baby?"

You mewled, biting your lip. "Graves, oh my god–"

Fuck that, Price thought.

"No, no, you want me, don't you, sweetheart? You want your captain to come deep in your tight cunt. Want your captain's babies in this pretty tummy."

You were so dizzy. "P-Price, fuck–"

Graves growled into your neck, and then came with a guttural groan of your name. He stuffed his cock deep inside you and came right up against your cervix, flooding your womb with his seed. He groaned and grunted against your neck, whispering your name over and over as he came.

Price, too high on pleasure to feel annoyed, thrust deeply once, twice more, then came inside you too. He shoved his cock in beside Graves, stretching you out and spilling into you. His head fell forward, onto the opposite shoulder to Graves, and he grunted your name through gritted teeth as he filled your womb.

You stuttered, whimpering at the sensation, feeling so warm and full. Your eyes closed, and you slumped against them, their cum trapped inside you. Neither of them made any attempt to move, just breathing hard against you.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Price asked as Graves pressed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah..." You breathed, heart calming. "Really good..."

"Good girl," Graves whispered, massaging your now sore breasts with tentative fingers. "Let me run you a bath. How's that sound?"

"Good..." You hummed. "After... after one more round."

Graves just groaned and Price chuckled against your shoulder. "Christ, sweetheart, you'll be the death of us, won't you?"

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happy october 1st whores

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #captain john price #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain price #fem reader #captain john price x you #captain john price smut #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #graves cod #phillip graves smut #cod smut

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bellgraves · 5 months

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Why all Shadows are always so tall, bulky and muscular? What is Graves feeding them? 😩🫦

#call of duty #phillip graves #shadow company #Shadows #phillip graves call of duty #commander graves #phillip graves cod #graves cod #graves call of duty

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konigsblog · 2 months

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Stepdad Graves who just can’t help himself around his step daughter.

continuing from this part...

cw: stepcest, cheating, forced impregnation, tampering with contraceptives, afab!gn!reader, dub-con, lactation, pervy-graves, age gap/difference (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say aged mid-20s + graves is aged 40-50s)

dead dove: do not eat. mdni 18+ 🔞

after your stepfather had forcefully impregnated you, your boyfriend had broken up with you. of course, you eventually had to drop out of college to take care of yourself during pregnancy, as well as take care of your future baby. your stomach grew everyday, and along with that, your nipples began to weep milk, white droplets of your sweet milk running down your breasts, or seeping through the material of your shirt.

graves couldn't help himself at the sight of you. he just wanted to take care of his pregnant stepdaughter, to rub at your swollen, puffy and wet nipples whilst you wriggled and complained, still annoyed at him for doing what he'd done, trying to free yourself from his tightening grip.

there had been countless times where you'd be awoken to the pleasing and arousing sensation of your stepfather's tongue against your little clit, rubbing it in soothing circles whilst you arched your back, so exhausted yet so desperate for that release that tightened at your core.

of course, at some point, you had to break the news to your mother once home from a long work trip. you told her that you'd gotten pregnant by someone you didn't know, at a college party, drunk and intoxicated. she was pissed at you for making such an irresponsible decision, that you had no support from the father, but when you broke down at her reaction, she knew she couldn't be too harsh on you.

she was blind to your stepfather's disgusting and perverted behaviour. she didn't notice how his gaze would linger on your growing stomach and breasts for a little too long, or how she'd wake up with graves not in bed. she paid no attention to it all, and didn't even notice how your baby had some of your stepfather's features. those familiar and recognisable blue eyes.

after your pregnancy, graves was desperate to get you pregnant again, and again. although, you made sure not to get too drunk around him, instead making sure you'd use contraceptives, usually condoms. you were fucking up his plans! he had no other decision, but to instead tamper with the condoms, poking them with a small pin, in the hopes of getting you pregnant.

you should've expected it, really... :(

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pampanope · 6 days

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I'd love to see Graves falling asleep on his office/room floor due to stress and exhaustion, and the next day he didn't have time to fix his hair so it's a tiny bit of a mess during a meeting early in the morning and he keeps yawning

An excuse to draw sleepy Graves? Don’t mind if i dooo~

#i too wanna gaze upon his slumbering visage #phillip graves #shadow company #shadow 7 11 (cod oc)#call of duty #mw2 #mw3 #cod graves #graves cod #my stuff #ask

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frogchiro · 6 months

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Sleazy Neighbor Graves who loves to service your car for you for not money, but the right to grope you

I was actually brainstorming about what should Sleazy!Graves be and now I finally got it thanks to you!!

cw: dub-con groping, Graves being a perv and a sleaze, while Reader doesn't outright reject him, it's still not very willing on her part :(

Graves as the sleazy owner of the dingy car mechanic shop. It's...way past it's years of glory, now shady and quite run down like the rest of this part of town but he's the only good mechanic in the area and actually knows what he's doing despite being an asshole 😭😭

With what little money you managed to save up, you bought a cheap car that would get you more safely to and from work or running errands around town, the only issue was its age and the horrid state it was in. You were so angry when the old thing started to make click clacking noises, you spend so much on it and now it does this??

So you drove to the nearest mechanic; Philip Graves was his name. You thought you'd be more accustomed to the bleak and dingy looking shop due to living here for the past few weeks and yet it still unnerved you, especially when the owner of the shop, Graves, emerged from the back and the moment his bright blue eyes landed on you the most eerie smirk appeared on his stubbled face :((

Would definitely call you things like 'sweetheart' or 'darlin' or even 'cutie' while referring to you on literally the first meeting as you tried to stutter out what was wrong with your car, his intense gaze fixated solely on you and not the car, the smirk never leaving his lips :((

Probably would offer you the 'deal of your life', telling you that if you'd be extra sweet to him (aka let him grope and squeeze here and there on those soft, broad hips) he'd give you a -70% discount on any repair of your car ever. You gawked at the bold and frankly very inappropriate offer, but did you really have any choice? With your meager earnings and all the extra costs of living you'll never have the chance to move out of here :(

Plus...maybe its the environment that changes you, maybe its your desperation or the fact that Graves is very handsome for someone his age and quite sweet in his own...questionable way or maybe everything at once but...as long as it's only touching and 'being sweet on him', maybe it wouldn't hurt that much?

#kin speaks #interactions #asks #RAAAH SLEAZY GRAVES #sleazy neighbour!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves #philip x reader #graves cod

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temeyes · 2 months

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Slap graves with a sticky hand pls

an oddly satisfying request, ngl LMAOOOO

#would be 1000x satisfying if i backhand him tho #answered asks #fishy0bishy #my art #2024 #call of duty #graves cod #phillip graves #commander graves

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blingblong55 · 3 months

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The shadow's obsession- Philip Graves NSFW

Based on a request:

Erm...sweats nervously Obsessive stalker! Graves x reader... 🧍🏻‍♀️ "As soon as he saw you he knew that he needed to know everything about you. Every dirty little secret, every private thought and every small detail about you. But of course, talking to you wouldn't do the trick entirely, he needed something more. He's read every file that's ever been written about you. He has your birth certificate, your license, your every text and call you've ever made, every post made on social media, everything. Hes hacked every device so he can watch what you search during the day and what you're doing. He knows things about you that even you don't know about." Drops this and runs away🏃🏻‍♀️ (I moved on from Makarov now it's time for graves 💯💯 I love ur writing sm!! Er i usually request anon cause I request too much..😞😞 YK the popsicle Makarov fic? Requested that anon to.. and also the one where Makarov apologized with money...but now I moved on to graves no more Makarov new year new character 🙏🙏)

---- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, obsessive!Graves, neighbour!Graves, stalker!Graves ----

A/N: Not much smut to be honest, so please don't expect to be fucked in this one....so...yeah.....

Philip sits in the dimly lit flat, one he owned only to be close to you. In his home, there is a room that is filled with screens and various feeds from the hacked devices you owned. How could he not do this? You are such a beautiful thing, of course, he had to keep his eyes on him. You're an obsession. An obsession that consumed him, every moment of his existence revolves around you. From the first time he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one. But, this isn't love in the traditional sense; it's a dark and twisted obsession that gnaws at his soul.

He had developed deep into your life, souring every corner of the internet for information about you. Birth certificates, licenses, social media posts– nothing escaped his grasp. He knows you better than anyone, even more than you know yourself, or so he believes.

Every text, every call, every search query you ever made was meticulously logged and analyzed by him. He watched you from the lens of your own devices, a silent observer in your little world. He knows your routines, fears, and desires and he relishes in the power this gives him over you.

To you, he was just your overly friendly neighbour. He was the man you called when help was needed inside your flat.

His obsession only grew stronger with each passing day, fueled by the way you spoke, and the way your eyes glimmer as you looked at him. It wasn't that you were just being kind, right?

But he wanted you to know him. To know that he is more than just a neighbour, he can be more. He is more.

He was happy this way though, he knew it all. He knows you're single, he knows your body like no other. Hell, he knows your scent, the way your legs shake when you reach your climax and how you try and suppress the moans. He dreams of the day he would finally have you all to himself when you'd see how much he loves you.

But until the day you know how he feels for you, he'll just remain in his bubble. He'll lay in bed, take in the scent of your panties, the same ones he stole, and look at the videos he has of your showering, touching yourself and moaning. For you're his everything, his reason for living in a world consumed by darkness.

As days turned to weeks and the weeks into months, his obsession with you only intensified. He found himself unable to tear his gaze from you, his every waking thought consumed by your presence. He began to lose himself in fantasies of what it would be like to finally sleep by your side, to hold you in his arms and whisper his darkest desires into your ear.

But even as he dreamed of a future where he had you, he knew his fantasies were just delusions of his own making. He is addicted to the thrill of watching you, to the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins every time you appeared on one of his screens. You're a drug.

The same drug that has his fist around his throbbing cock. Moans escape the same ones that call for you. Pre-cum leaks down his shaft. Your panties by his nose. What an addicting scent you have. In his screen, he has you, fingering and playing with that sweet pussy. Your moans and whimpers are all for him to enjoy. As you play with one of your nipples, he finds himself wishing to be the one to worship those precious tits of yours.

He only allows himself to cum when you do. That's the one rule and it's all so he can be prepared for when he has you right in front of him.

Times go on, men you've met disappear, and one by one they mysteriously leave town.

5 in the morning and there you went, regular morning walk, same streets, same speed and always listening to the same playlist. Those thighs of yours, only made his hands want to explore every inch of them. Leave his marks on them for all to see.

His train of thought gets interrupted when he sees a man approach you. Graves, being the man he is, always kept his distance from you as you jogged, never trying to engage with you but rather just watching to understand you. This time, he can't just let this man be close to you. Who is he? He certainly isn't someone you know, Graves would've known if you were talking to this man.

Your soft voice fills his ears as you smile and talk with this stranger. Your smile is as beautiful as day but why must you insist on smiling to this man? Philip is right there, why can't he have all your smiles? Love him. Love him. Love him. LOVE him. Love HIM. LOVE HIM. LOVE HIM Y/N!

"Love me," he whispers as he approaches you. "Oh, hi," you softly say as you recognise your neighbour. "Hey, who is this?" A little too forward, no? He thinks. "This is," you turn to the man. "Robert," he answers with a kind smile. "Ah, I see, well, I'm Philip," he says as he stands closer to you.

An awkward conversation later and Philip finally has you where he wanted. Sitting on a bench as you two talk, something he rarely got to do. "And my mum was a teacher, that's where the nickname came from," you mention casually. Of course, he knew this, he knows it all, remember? "And for a pretty lady like you, it suits you," he compliments and with barely any notice from you, he scoots closer.

If only you knew he has all he needed to know in files. A man like him is organised. He just wants to know if you'd ever lie. Do you?

An hour passed, shared laughter, more than small talk and he knew it well. You were a person who told the truth. Oh, what a darling of a girl you are.

With smooth talk, he tells you to join him for dinner. Not an ask, he knows you like men who know what they want. It's the same thing he heard you tell your friends over the phone.

Once he makes it back to his place, after dropping you at your flat, he sits in his room, watches and listens as you tell your friends about him. A smile creeps into his lips. "That's right, darlin' tell 'em, let 'em know about the man who will own that every needy heart," he says to himself.

With time, the more you spend with him, the more he finds himself pleased with the idea of how you feel inside. He wishes to know what exactly excites you about him. Sure he knows you blush when he drops you off at your place and kisses your cheek, but does his accent excite you? Does the idea of him being such a gentleman bring butterflies to you? Do you like how he knows your favourite treats?

Why is he so perfect? You ask yourself. How come he knows that you love to watch rom-coms? How does he know you cry over romance scenes? Why does he kiss you in the rain? Why does he know you smile so much because you always wanted that? Why does dancing in the rain make you excited? Are you falling in love?

Oh....you are in love, aren't you? Is this why you asked him to have a casual date? It's why he's now holding you in his arms as you two watch 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' right?

Do you love him?

Do you love me? He thinks when you look up at him. Your heart racing as he smiles. His hands cup your so sweet face, "Yes, darlin'?" How does he know you this well? You lean in and kiss him. What a sweet thing.

From here on, not only does he obsess over you, but he worships you. You're the newfound religion. You're the sun and he the planets.

There is something so dark and twisted, something so macabre that it almost makes his love holy.

You are what the shadows love.

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astroknottt · 2 months

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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 collies.

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.

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.

#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 — GRAVES.#𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐔 : INTRO #top male reader #graves x male reader #phillip graves #graves cod

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diejager · 5 months

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What about....erm...humiliating Graves???

Ma’am Cw: humiliation, switch!Graves, cock ring, wax play, BDSM, consent check, clothed woman/naked man, uniform, Ma’am, tell me if I missed any.

Crediting @yawnderu for this, mostly inspired by K-9 chapter... 5?

It started with a taunt, a snide remark from your lips about you being able to grind him down better than he could humble you, threatening to pull him down by the balls and work him down his high pedestal. He gave you a grin, eyes exhuming arrogance, smile overconfident with his own ability to withstand any torture you’d dish out; and his overzealous attitude was his downfall.

He pulled at the bindings, black leather flexing under his struggle, shoulders raising and feet kicking, but that did nothing. You’d gotten your skills from the best, learning to bind rope with strong knots and intricate designs, but you decided to use leather, strong and unyielding against Graves’ strength. It held him down nicely, tied to a chair, stripped from all clothing while you wore your uniform, wearing his colours unabashedly.

“Christ, doll-” he jerked, red-faced with shaking thighs and laboured breathing.

“You’ll have to speak up, Philip,” you crooned, smile gleefully mean as you peered down at him, lashes fluttering at his wide, dilated pupil.

“Sweetheart!”

He threw his head back when you tilted the burning candle, hot wax dripping down his pebbled nipple, erect and swollen from the minutes you spent sucking, pulling and biting, grinning at him all the while. You watched him jerk around, the cooling wax rolling down his chest, adding to more dried trails down his chest, a pleasing sight to you. His cock stood proud, ramrod with a red head, throbbing from being neglected and degraded by you. You’d called him a mutt, a filthy dog biting more than he could chew, you cooed at him as if he was irresponsible and needing help with the simplest matters in life.

You watched his cut head twitch, pearly pre leaking from his slit. Down the bulbous head and shaft, the veins that crossed over his girth and pumped blood into his oversensitive head, from the cock ring at the base to the blushing top. You poked it, manicured nail tipping it against his soft stomach, feeling it pulse beneath your digit. He flushed with embarrassment, seeing you make his body sing to you, angered by his body’s betrayal. Bringing the candle down his body, you cocked the flame, admiring the slow trickle of wax down to his cock, the head jumping from the burning warmth.

“Fuck!” Graves hissed, curling his hands and gritting his teeth.

He flinched back harshly, cock bobbing with the tensing of his thighs and squirming. His strong reaction made you still, taking the candle away and peer at his sweating face, he had his jaw clenched, eyes closed and veins popping out of his forehead.

“Are you okay, Phill?” You asked, brows crossed. “Is it too much?”

“No-no,” he gasped out, blinking away pleasured tears. “Fuck, please. I need it-”

It didn’t hurt, it only drove him wilder, deeper into your trap to feel something warm wrapped around his shaft. The wax was only a catalyst to his undoing, his unparalleled need to cum.The line between pain and pleasure blurred in his mind, finding his cock jerking around from every twist of his nipple or the slap of his chest, his sun-kissed skin tinging red. Your smirk returned once you saw that he was willing to continue, pleas slipping from his tongue rather than the established safeword.

“What do you need exactly?”

“To come!”

Shudders wracked his body, eyes rolling back into his head as you grasped his girth, giving him a few pumps to keep him awake.

“I can’t hear you with all this noise, Philip.”

“Please, Ma’am,, please let me come.”

You broke into a vicious grin, eyes gleaming dangerously at the authoritative title.

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captainfern · 6 months

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Fern I beg youuu make Graves to overstimulate reader 😭🙏 It can be short but I want it nastyyyyy. Pleaseeeee 🙇‍♀️

graves is just too fine to pass up on this

18+, fem!reader

graves had you laid out across his bed, your thighs spread and chest heaving, moan after moan falling from your lips, stringing into whimpers as he rutted into you, grinding his hips against yours

you’d already come four times, and were hurtling towards a fifth, graves’ pelvis circling against yours, dragging his cock deep inside you, pushing up against the base of your cervix

god, he was loving the sounds you were making— breathy, high-pitched moans as the head of his fat cock ground up against that spongey spot inside you, your back arching off the bed. your whimpers, so desperate for him and his cock, made him throb inside you

“graves, oh my god— fuck, please, p-please, phillip, i need— fuck—” you moaned, eyes rolling in your head as graves snapped his hips and drove his cock harder into you

your arousal was smearing down your thighs, making you shiver and the wet, warm walls of your cunt were sucking graves’ cock in, milking it as you neared your fifth orgasm

“that’s a good girl, baby. my good fucking girl,” he grunted, one hand on your hip to pull your body closer to his as he fucked you. “takin’ my cock like you were fuckin’ made for it, ain’t that right, baby? this wet— god damn— w-wet fuckin’ pussy’s just suckin’ me in.”

each thrust was loud with wet squelches, your cunt dripping around him, leaving the length of his cock shining with your slick. you were covered in sweat, your breaths coming in pants as he fucked you closer to your fifth orgasm

graves groaned above you, reaching his free hand down to toy with your swollen clit, sticky with your previous orgasms. you were so sensitive, mewling and sobbing out as his fingers drew tight circles, his cock rocking deep inside you, filling you up so fucking good

“yeah, that’s it— that’s it, baby, gimme another one. gimme another,” graves uttered, a moan in his words as the tip of his cock knocked up against the plug of your womb. “come ‘round my cock. come ‘round my cock, mama, come on.”

“i can’t—!” you sobbed, body trembling, slick with sweat, your tummy hot and twisting with overstimulation. you were cut off by your own moan as graves’ thrusts deepened, a portion of his body weight pinning you down as he rolled his hips against yours

“yeah you can, baby,” he cooed, then released a deep moan before continuing. “just one more, you can do it. come ‘round my cock like a good girl.”

your slick soaked your thighs and the sheets below, your cunt spasming around graves’ cock, your orgasm pulling tight in the base of your belly. your legs trembled, clit pulsing with his fingers still rubbing it

your orgasm hit you, and you arched further off the bed, pussy tightening around graves’ cock as you let out a pretty moan. “graves—!”

graves moaned. “there it is. good girl, mama, ‘m so proud of you. ‘n now i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy, hm? how’s that sound?”

he knew you couldn’t answer him properly as you fizzled down from your high, your body alight. you whined at him, his cock bullying into your soaking wet cunt with faster thrusts. it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak with his hands squeezing your hips, his head dropping to kiss you deeply

he moaned into your mouth as he came, filling you. “fuck, fuck, holy fuck— yeah, take it, mama, m’fuckin’ comin’—“

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tanked-up · 4 months

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•Price may be old but he still be getting that youngsters will

•Ghost wasn’t even paying attention, when he noticed he almost had a heart attack of his own

•Graves was out sipping some coladas

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konigsblog · 2 months

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Stepdad Graves is such a menace 😬

stepfather-graves purposely impregnating his stepdaughter...

cw: forced impregnation, recording, afab!f!reader, non-con/dub-con/rape, stepcest, age gap (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say mid-20s + graves is aged mid-40s to early-50s.)

dead dove: do not eat. 18+ only - mdni. ☀️

stepfather-graves has always been too touchy with you. whenever you're home from a college party, his filthy hands are all over you. you look up to him for validation and support, and allow him to become increasingly perverted whilst he's drunk, a cigarette held between his pearly teeth, and the bulge in his boxers visible.

of course, he has to have his way with you. he'll encourage you to spread your legs for him, so he can get off — and he especially does this whilst your mother is away. biting at your sensitive clit while whispering that you're such a good girl for him. he plays the card that he's lonely, and in need of an orgasm. too bad, you fall for it a little too easily...

he absolutely hates whenever you talk about your boyfriend, and will shame you for being a ‘whore’, or that you're obsessed with that pathetic man. instead, philip is more focused on getting you pregnant, so that you know exactly who you belong to.

he won't even hesitate to send a video to your beloved boyfriend, a clip where his face isn't visible, yet your cunt is getting fucked mercilessly, fat balls smacking against your rear, and your moans ringing out in the background. he wants the best for you, and that happens to be breaking up your relationship, and making sure you know exactly who owns you.

of course, your boyfriend breaks up with you, and you're completely heartbroken. you avoid your stepfather like the plague, not even looking into his eyes of disgust and horror, completely ashamed of yourself.

although, this doesn't bother your stepfather. he knows that at some point, you'll notice the swelling of your stomach, and how sick you feel. you'll come crawling back to him, with a pregnancy test revealing positive, having no choice but to abandon college and take care of your baby... :(

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simonrillleyyysss · 6 months

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Imagine Phillip Graves dating a plushieobsessed!hyperfeminine!reader whom he loves to spoil. He knows she loves everything pink and always buys candles, plushies, clothes and everything she sets her eyes on. He has money, so why shouldn't he spend it on her? Reader feels a lil bad about it, but isn't complaining, however, in any way. Especially when Phillip brings home a cute pink teddy, the one she had been eyeing for a while, and fucks her stupid while she clutches its soft fur, his fingers pushing her plush thighs against her chest while he admires her fucked-out state, tears rolling down her face, mascara melting and mouth agape as her moans fill the room, his hips slamming against hers <3

I've been so obsessed with Graves lately he's so jsxbscjsndh he makes me feel all sjsbjdbsjebs

-🌷 anon :3

zoeisisjjnjfjfuu i’m gonna fuck him silly

philip loves spoiling you!! always buying you pretty jewellery, clothes; makeup!! you always complained about him spending his money on silly things—telling him that you didn’t need half of the stuff he was buying you, that it was a waste!! but he wasn’t having it, retorting with;

‘my moneys for my girl, yeah? ill spend it wisely, kay’ baby?’

‘but i don’t need new heels yet!’

‘dontcha’? need you wearin’ the prettiest, newest things. yeah?’

eventually, you didn’t ask and just accepted it—rarely complaining or scolding him; just giggling as you opened the boxes upon boxes of items, especially during his deployments, sending cute little objects and souvenirs!!

so when he came back to you from a recent mission with a soft pink, fluffy bear that you had seen onlind—you were amazed, reaching out to squish the stuffie between your arms, smiling giddily as you sat across his lap, his fingers trailing soft shapes into your thigh.

‘you like it, baby?’

‘i love her! thank you, phil—she’s so cute!’

‘anytime, sugartits.’

would press kisses to your neck, humming as you giggled and pursed your lips, arms wrapping around his neck,stubble rubbing against your cheek!!

wouldn’t be long before he had you atop his cock, thighs straddling his hips as he cupped your arse, bouncing you up and down his cock; your arms clung onto your pink teddy, sobbing and letting out pants—a growl leaving his chest!!!

‘good girl…come on baby, come on baby.. ride it like you mean it.’

mascara dripped down your cheeks: lips parted as your hips rocked up and his, suddenly slamming his hips up to meet yours, frantically searching for his orgasm.

would make you lick his cum off the bear after 🩷

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yupstep · 4 months

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