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konigceo · 5 months

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the new and improved freddy fazbear's pizzeria graves fic !

tw : afab!reader, implications of pregnancy (very very minimal), mutual breeding kink (??), out of character graves, graves has a little sister, around 6-7

graves has 2 things that he loves in this world. the first is his family, and the second is you !! he prayed for so long that you and his family would get along, and you do !! his parents invites the two of you over for dinner all the time, you were even invited to his sister, lily's birthday party !!

graves is always so thankful that lily loves you, n seeing you with her gets him thinkin !! he secretly wants to start a family with you, give you the cutest kids :(( all he wants is to have a big family n a few dogs :( he's still a bit afraid to tell you this tho, he's afraid it'll scare you off, and what if you're not prepared :(

whatever the case is, he still loves to talk a whole lot, mumbling out "w'na make you full, baby," when he's about to blow his load :( his hips grind up against yours, his scarred hands moving to your cheeks. "wanna give you the cutest kids, sweetheart, let me, please?" you've never seen phil so desperate, and it gets your stomach tighten. you let out a quick nod, mind fogging up with pleasure :(

"w-words, baby, need words," phil slurs, his lips inches away from yours. you keep your whimpers to yourself, and muster out a pathetic, "p-please, wan' your kids, phil!" how can poor phil keep his composure when you beg so nicely for him :( his lips crash into yours, his tongue feeling like it's burning against yours. you clamp around phil, like you don't want him to pull out ! he didn't plan on it, his seed spilling inside your swollen cunt, truly filling you up♡

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time goes by, and you and graves are once again at his parents' home ! you see lily on the carpet, giggling with the family dog, and her head turning towards you once she hears the door creaking. she gasps out, "ahh! she's so cute!" lily reaches her hand out towards your little baby, swaddled up in a flower-printed blanket. you laugh out, smiling at lily, "mhm, lets go sit. you can hold her."

taglist : @coqvttes @riddler-zs @ange1ace @acinnamongirlsdiary @sopplle @angelicful

p.s. : not sure if the tag was wanted but uhm here's the graves fic !! @puff0o0

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lilmoonbunny · 2 months

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Take me Back; Ex-Graves

When your ex shows up at your apartment severely injured, you have no choice but to help him.

When you return home from deployment to see your houses lights on and blood on the carpet, the first thing you do is pull out your gun.

Moving silently through your house is the only option as to not scare the intruder away.

However, your movements became louder the moment you saw who was bleeding on your floor.

“Philip Graves, I haven’t seen you in a few years, and the first thing you do is bleed all over my carpet? Forever the gentleman.” Y/N let out a small sigh at the unwanted visitor, but glad it was him and not an intruder.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” the bleeding man grunted out, evidently delirious judging by his honest words. “You always said your house was open to me.”

Y/N sighed. “That was when we were together,”

Graves simply rolled his eyes and pointed to his wound. “Think you can help me out?”

Of course, the first person you see when you come back home is your ex-boyfriend. Even worse, he was bleeding on your new carpet.

With a sigh, you grab your med-kit and begin patching him up.

As you work, he’s completely out of it from blood loss. He’s pale, shaking, and uttering absolute nonsense.

“C’mon, Philip. You can’t just pass out on me,”

“Don’t call me that,” he slurred out, the blood loss clearly clouding his judgement. It was clear she had to stitch the wound quickly.

“Why not?” Y/N asked quietly, brushing Graves’ sweat-stuck hair from his face before beginning to stitch the wound.

A groan left the Commanders lips, but no complaints were heard. “You never called me that,”

“What did I call you?” Whilst she knew the answer, Y/N figured it would be best to keep him talking, even if he’d be embarrassed once he was rested.

“Phil, Graves, baby. It was never Philip.”

His words were true, but you had been broken up for nearly two years now. Surely it had to be the blood loss making him say this; he couldn’t miss you the same way you did.

Eventually, the man passed out and you were left alone with your thoughts.

A groan slipped from Graves’s lips as he gradually gained consciousness. He had no idea where he was, let alone who the woman in front of him was; the last thing that he remembered was being shot.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” a familiar voice sounded, “glad to see you didn’t die on me.”

He was shocked upon realising where he was. He always knew he would think about you in his last moments, but he didn’t expect to have come to your house whilst he believed he was dying.

“Gave me quite the fright, you know?” You were oblivious to his internal struggles and continued talking. “Thought you were an intruder, then was shocked it was you, and then had to patch you up whilst you were talking absolute shit.”

“I missed you,” he mumbled. He had no idea why he said that, perhaps he was still somewhat out of it from the blood loss.

You froze at his honest words. It was one thing whilst he was delirious and bordering on unconsciousness, but to say it whilst completely conscious, albeit likely still dazed, was something else. It was something he would actually remember.

“C’mon, Phil. Don’t say that.” Y/N sighed quietly, “Don’t say things you don’t mean.

Philip shot up at the words, groaning as he pulled his stitches.

“Be careful you idiot. I worked hard on them.” She said, but he knew what she meant: she still cared.

“Please, Y/N. Please take me back…”

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mushrubes · 7 months

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Tapping out

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Phillip Graves by @/Unstable-jester}

Pairing : Phillip Graves x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 657

Content: toxic family, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Everyone was standing in formation, shadows getting tapped out by their family members. You stood untouched, staring at the floor, knowing your family wasn't here and simply forgot you. But, Graves, your commander didn't. He was watching over the group on the side, noticing your missing family. Being him, he couldn't let you stand forgotten. After a few minutes of not knowing what to do, unsure of the protocol for this, he walked over, pulling you into a hug. "Pretty sure I count." he mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around him, head in his chest as you fought the tears threatening to spill. "Shh, you've got family here now." his voice was slightly hushed but his warmth was nice and comforting as he squeezed you tighter. You nuzzled your head into his chest, seeking comfort. He ruffled your hair, kissing the top of your head. It was a sweet gesture. one which seemed natural to him. His kindness was rare, but it was soothing. There was always something between the pair of you, an unspoken tension of feelings. You'd always catch him giving you lingering looks or trying to find a reason to stay behind with you once the group had left.

"Thank you." You whispered, your voice soft and gentle, head still pressed against him. His head turned to look at you but you hid your face in his chest. His hand raised, resting softly on your head. "Mhm." he hummed, caressing your head. "Your brother coming for you?" you asked quietly, knowing he had somewhat of a rocky relationship with him. Your question was met with a soft chuckle as he shook his head. "Can't be bothered to visit me." His tone was light and joking but you picked up on the slight disappointment. Graves didn't dwell on it, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "In the same boat then, huh?" you joked, trying to make light of the situation/

"Somethin' like that." he said, pressing you into him more. A moment of silence settled over before he began speaking again. "Not surprised they didn't make it though. Heard your folks didn't want you to join." his tone was sympathetic, eyes soft as he looked down, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. The words didn't sting, having come to peace with that fact long ago. "Haven't spoken to them since I started training years ago." you admitted, brushing off the memory. "I know what that's like." he whispered, his voice vulnerable. It made sense, given what had happened with your family. He looked down and met your faze, a slight hurt behind his eyes. "I don't talk to mine either."

"We've got each other." you sighed gently, looking up at him with a small smile. His face quickly brightened as he smiled back. "That we do." he responded quietly, holding you close. "You know, I don't think I've ever just hugged you like this before." he confessed, voice sincere. "Should do it more often." you muttered, cheeks heating up. "Yeah?" he responded, sounding more cheerful. "What else should we do more often, hm?" His words were playful, the tension thick in the air. "I can think of a few things." you teased, smirking back at your commander. "Such as...?" he continued, a slightly smug grin on his face. There was a definite chance of something happening at this rate.

"This." you murmured, leaning up slightly, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss as he returned the act with the same fervour and intensity. The tension was now replaced with heat between the two of you as you stayed in the embrace, lips locked in an almost ravenous kiss. The pair of you eventually separated, breathing heavily as your hair was in disarray from the act. Graves ran his fingers through your hair in an almost romantic manner. "Mhm.." he paused, cupping your cheek.

"I suppose we could do that more often after all."

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shoot-the-oneshot · 1 year

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Mine, Ours.

Phillip graves x reader Requested by anon 19, “is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” Softy home graves is what I live for and this trope has me in a choke hold so I had to do it for our bad boy navy seal.

You were having the time of your life, music on, a hair and face mask in, your full shower routine, and no more 5-minute navy showers you were forced to take on base.

Now you were home and decided tonight was your night of pampering, you had gotten back home not to long ago and immediately took ownership of the master bath, leaving Phillip to himself in the guest room and to catch up on the football he missed in the living room.

You smiled to yourself every time you heard him shout in excitement for his team or curse a referee. While outside the wire he was overly serious and commanding, you loved seeing how he relaxed at home.

Sliding on one of his old PT shirts the bright yellow NAVY draping across your chest, bouncing into the living room finally feeling clean of the sand and dust.

Phillip drew his attention away from the game when you dropped onto the couch next to him, sticking out your leg, with a playful smile on your face.

“Feel how soft my leg is!” He chuckles running a large hand over your leg, nodding along with his words. “Very smooth Y/n.” Without hesitation, he tightened his grip and pulled you closer to him by your leg. You yelped as you got dragged across the couch.

Giggling at his antics and the smug smile on his face for finally having you tucked back against his side. Your head was resting on his chest moving with his steady breaths, as his arms wrapped around you keeping your body pressed against his.

“Think you could get my face this smooth?” He asked. Mindlessly rubbing his fingers up and down your leg. “Even if I didn’t think I could, I’d still do it to get rid of that monstrosity on your face.” You deadpanned as sweetly as possible, reaching up to tug on the hair covering his jaw. You loved him and he knew you did, but he also know how much you hated his deployment beard.

“What you don’t like when I do this?” Digging his face into your neck, rubbing the coarse hair against the sensitive skin. “Phillip!” You yelp thrashing against his tight hold. He pulled back with a smile when you stopped struggling and sat back in his lap with a huff. “You really think that was smart when you want to put a razor in my hand?” Glaring down at his blue eyes he just chuckled not believing your threat.

“You won’t do anything, come on.” His hands landed on your ass harshly, keeping his grip to hold you up when he stood, carrying you to the bathroom, cringing as he set you down the thin T-shirt not protecting you against the cold counter. Phillip, searched through his drawers setting out everything you could need. Brand new razor, shaving cream, a towel, and aftershave. You snorted grabbing one of the objects and rolling it in your hand.

“Is this Dior aftershave?” Phillip who was leaning over the sink next to you laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t take it in the field, okay, I’d never hear the end of it” he mumbled the last part like you weren’t supposed to hear, making you giggle. Running his hands up the length of your thighs slowly pushing them apart to make room for his body as he stood between them. “Before I start what exactly am I getting out of this?” Phillip paused huffing out a laugh knowing exactly what you wanted.

“Oh so getting this ’monstrosity’ off my face as you called it isn’t enough?” Shaking your head looking up at him with those same wide eyes he fell in love with. “Alright, ill make you dinner for a week. now Come on baby..lather me up.” His poor attempt at a joke make you shake your head a fond smile on your face nonetheless. Gently slapping the handful of saving cream he didn't notice you had against his cheek with a splat.

“Think your funny huh?” He sighed, going unheard as you were still laughing at the shock in his blue eyes with half his face covered in the thick cream some even dropping to his chest. Nodding your head giggling into your hands. He shook his head to himself slyly grabbing the can and holding it over your head and wrapping his free arm around your waist so you couldn’t run.

“Phillip stop!” You screamed as he ruffled your hair mixing it in, his laugh booming with your softer ones, as you both calmed down the room almost humming with the affection he was suddenly looking at you with. “Can I start now commander?” You breathed out, distracted by his thumbs now rubbing circles on your hips. “Permission granted darlin’”

Gently holding one side of his jaw you worked on the other moving the razor in smooth drags, dipping it in the water to clean it off every few strokes. The peaceful silence lasted most of the duration until Phillips brows furrowed. Moving your focus from the blade to his eyes, “What’s wrong?”

He tilted his chin down towards you, “Is that my shirt?” Scoffing at his question you moved his face back where you wanted it. “You mean my shirt? What happened to what’s yours is mine?” You teased, making him chuckle trying not to move not wanting to risk getting cut, knowing even if it was his fault you’d still feel guilty.

“You’re right, I meant our shirt.” He rephrased, watching you smile happily at his correction. As you gently wipe away any reminisce of the shaving cream off his face and neck, straightening up and pressing a peck to his lips brushing against them as you spoke. “Much better.”

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mo0nfairy · 1 year

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idiopathicsmile · 1 year

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a "fun fact" i read as a child is that pure honey never spoils, to the point where honey from ancient egyptian tombs was found to still be edible

i used to think about this, and imagine a poor intern who was strong-armed into putting in their one human mouth something was made literally thousands of years ago, just to make sure it could be safely eaten

but having since met scientists and having learned what freaks they are, if they did put this to the test, i am VERY confident that every single archaeologist in the room was duking it out over who got the honor of putting their tongue on that mummy's dusty old bee goo.

#also: probably worth noting how this is also a pretty clear desecration of the tomb #i mean: also desecrating the tomb to dig up a mummy and stick it in a museum but imagine sitting around in the afterlife and learning #that some foreign commoner fucking licked your grave honey

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certifiedfreec · 4 months

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i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

- one time you were showing him something on the computer, and he took that massive 6’4” body of his and leaned it right over your shoulder to read the screen. as if that wasn’t close enough, he rested one of his big ‘ol calloused hands on the desk beside you, effectively caging you into your seat. you could practically feel the warmth that radiated off of him when he did that. (he really likes the smell of your shampoo, by the way.)

- he watched you make your coffee one morning, memorizing your order down to the number of sugar packets you used. after that, you’d head down to make your morning cup and all the exact ingredients would mysteriously be laid out on the counter for you. he’d pick on you later about drinking coffee instead of tea, though. maybe he’ll make you a cup for you to try- back in his own office, of course ;)

- everyone in tf141 knows you’re a perfectly capable soldier, so they think it’s odd that ghost always finds ways to provide extra backup for you during missions. guarding you from danger, making sure your area is clear of threats…he can’t help but want to protect and take care of his fellow teammate, though he has a list of other ways he’d like to take care of you :’)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

- he saw your phone screen after training one day, immediately zeroing in on the artist you were listening to. later that evening he casually brings up the exact same band/person, because he’s coincidentally one of their biggest fans! maybe he’ll ask you to go to one of their shows when you’re off duty… looks like you’ve found yourself a concert buddy ;)

- he bullies you, but it’s with the best intentions. it’s more like him relentlessly nagging at you until you match his snarky energy and give him some sass back, which he loves to provoke from you. you always have the best comebacks when he uses his dry humor on you, and he thinks it’s adorable. he definitely likes to push your buttons, but he’d like to undo them even more <3

- ever since he revealed your “shared love” for your favorite artist, he sends you music recommendations for you to listen to (that will hopefully make you think of him whenever you hear them!). pay attention to the lyrics, because he might be trying to tell you something with them… :))

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in you…

- if you have any snacks or candy on you, he’s nonchalantly stepping right beside you and doing that “underhand-behind-the-back” gesture for you to shake some into his palm. (sometimes he imagines that’s what your lips taste like- omg who said that???)

- he let you wear his jacket during an operation where you were in the freezing cold outside for an extensive amount of time. he watched you shiver through your orders, trying your best to be a good soldier for him :( he walked up to you and draped his shadow company jacket over your shoulders (which smelled deliciously like him) and flashed you that toothy grin. “you look like you’re ‘bout to get frostbite, soldier. take this.” (he was definitely thinking of some other ways that he could warm you up…)

- he took his time when he read through your file, and wow, it looks like your city’s professional football team rivals his. it’s the perfect way to initiate banter with you. he’ll be giving you a hard time about it for sure, and maybe he’ll make some interesting bets with you depending on how well the season’s going ;)

#keegan russ x reader #phillip graves x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #phillip graves #keegan p russ #ryn’s rambles #headcanons #call of duty #implied smut #mdni #call of duty imagine #call of duty headcanons #fluff #simon ghost riley #ughhhhhh i love them sm

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kruegerslov3r · 2 months

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someone in the chat asked the guys to flex, and samuel did it with his cat

everyone: 🤣

cat: 💪😳

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #price x reader #john price #john price x reader #graves x reader #phillip graves #warren kole #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod

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beebopurr · 1 month

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I was around when ppl were posting fanart of Raph in cute outfits/drawing Raph with princess Peach I just wasn't posting anything yet and I just got reminded of it so,,, Raph in silly outfit. Casey is here too they're team Cherry Bomb

#imagining Raph dressed like that then having the most gravely voice known to man #anyways I like drawing outfits if you couldn't tell #rottmnt #my art #rottmnt raph #rottmnt casey #Spotify

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thekeystothebasement · 1 year

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REQUEST!! Head empty just thinking about throwing the 141 guys on their back to ride the living soul out of them till they're babbling non sense+ including König and graves these boys are to die for🤤🤎🤎🤎

A/N: I'm slowly making my way through the requests, This one took me a bit longer than I expected. It was quite challenging writing similar prompts for different characters without sounding repetitive.I went hard on Captain Price and Ghost's parts but I sort of felt like the quality went down after that :(

Let me know what ya'll think!

Check out my post: WIPS and Requests if you're interested in what I have planned or curious about the rules I set for requests.

Captain Price:

You've been needy all day and Price hasn't been giving you the attention you've been craving.

He was constantly pacing around the base, in meetings, and never having an opportunity to be with you until you found one.

After wandering around the base like a lost puppy looking for its owner, you found Price at his office, sitting in his big leather chair.

You could hear him sigh out of frustration, rubbing his temple, you could see the exhaustion on his face.

Normally you would leave him alone or even convince him to rest but you were so fucking needy.

The ache between your legs only seems to grow by the second.

Seeing him lean back into his leather chair, legs spread and letting out a sigh of frustration you finally decided to pounce.

"Daddy" you whimpered as you bounced on his dick. You were riding him eagerly, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. Normally Price would be so rough with you, pounding you against his desk and calling you a whore, his little slut. But Price couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Any words coming from his mouth were slurred as he looked at you with hooded eyelids.

"I'm a good girl, right?" you asked as you kept your relentless pace. "I'm taking care of daddy." you giggled as you felt him throb inside of you. You rocked your hips against him as you leaned closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"C'mon daddy, let it out." you whimpered. You gently nipped at his ear earning a throaty moan from him. "Let your baby take care of you. Be a good boy for me."

You let out a gasp at his weak attempt to thrust up into you, his nails leaving marks on your hips.

"Princess..." he whimpered

"Yes, sir?" you were smiling down at him, feeling him tense under you before shuddering as his cum shoots deep into you. His body goes limp on the leather chair as you continue to ride him, not satisfied with the amount of cum he gave you.

"Giving up already?" you pouted. You could feel his semen run down your burning thighs, leaving you even hornier.

"C'mon old man, your princess wants more."

Ghost:

Ghost never liked to relinquish control.

Whenever you tried to take the reigns you were always put in your place

On your back with your legs over his shoulder as he pounded into you, desperately trying to breed you.

Despite how good he made you feel, you always had the fantasy to be on top.

You wanted Ghost to be the one left quivering and begging.

You wanted to be the one in control. You wanted to be the one to be able to hold's Ghost pleasure over his head.

You wanted Ghost to beg you to let him cum, which is exactly what your ears are hearing.

"Fucking hell, don't do this to me, baby..." Simon pleaded. The rope tied around his wrist wouldn't budge no matter how hard Simon's hands tried to reach out to your body. He couldn't remember how many times you kept bringing him to the edge of pleasure, riding his cock and squeezing your warm wet cunt around him, to only pull away when you feel the familiar throb of his cock ready to burst his semen inside you.

"C'mon lieutenant..." you whispered into his ear as your fingernail traveled from his neck down to his chest. "I know you can beg better than that. How much do you want to cum inside this wet pussy." You teased.

You can see how red his tip was, practically ready to blow his load inside you with the slightest touch. His breathing was labored, his chest rapidly rising and falling. The rope tied around his ankles kept him from bucking his hips into you, as you hovered over him. Your pussy is just a few mere centimeters from his cock.

"c'mon princess..." he choked out, completely frustrated in the predicament he woke up to. "Please ride me..."

You couldn't help the wide grin that appeared on your face as you looked down at Simon. As soon as those words left his mouth you bounced down onto his cock earning a whimper from the man below you.

"As you wish lieutenant."

Soap:

You and Soap had made a bet after a heated argument in front of the 141 task force.

Somehow the topic landed on Sex

Soap had begun to brag that he could last hours to the point he'd outlast his partner which earned a snort from you.

All eyes landed on you at your reaction, Soap didn't take it lightly and thus started your mini argument

The argument ended when you and Soap agreed to have sex with each and see who would last the longest.

The group was astounded at the interaction and decided to stay at the bar longer than they planned as they watched you and Soap leave.

They did not want to be around you both as the bet took place.

"Johnny..." you panted as you looked down at the male before you. His eyes were squeezed shut as he roughly panted below you. "Admit it. You can't outlast me. My pussy is about to put you to sleep."

Soap could only whimper as you continued to bounce on his cock, vulgar wet sounds emitted by your actions. A ring of white can be seen in the base of his cock, the ring getting thicker and thicker as you continued to ride him. His hips would lazily try to meet yours, missing the rhythm you had set.

Your giggles echoed in his room as you felt his body stiffen, knowing his semen was about to be freed from their chamber. You could hear him babble nonsense as your cunt squeezed around his cock, squeezing the last bit of cum he had. Hissing as he nutted in you.

"you're a fucking minx..." he panted out. His hand tapped the inside of your cum covered thighs.

"Tapping out, Johnny?"

Gaz:

You and Gaz were the youngest members of the task force.

Because of this, you two got along well.

A little too well for everybody's comfort

It was no secret you two were fooling around with each other

Every member has their own experience catching you two in the act, mortifying all who were involved

But that never stopped you and Gaz from doing it again

The bathroom, kitchen, and even the sparring room were not safe from your lewd acts

Hell, you could imagine Price's shouting already

You were riding Gaz on Price's favorite couch, the worn-out fabric couch by the coffee table

"You got issues Gaz,"

Gaz was leaning back on the couch, 'coincidentally' the very spot Price sits on every day. He watched as you did all the work. Watching as your breasts jiggled with every bounce on his dick. He leaned further into the couch as you continued to belittle him.

"You like it when we get caught," you teased. "Pervert."

Gaz felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were breathtaking, you looked so beautiful riding him. Your hands settled on his shoulders as you raised your hips and fell down on his cock, his balls slapping against your ass.

"Hurry up and cum Gaz," you gasped out. His fingers tightened around your hips as he edged closer and closer to the height of his pleasure. "Don't want the Captain to walk in and see me riding his favorite sergeant?"

"...fuck..."Gaz moaned. His eyes squeezed shut as he imagined your words. "...baby"

"Sick-fuck..." you teased. You quicked your pace, moving your hips in a circular manner. "You want the Captain to see me milk your cum from your balls?"

"shit..oh god..." Gaz cried out. You felt his body stiffen as he chanted 'yes baby' He could feel your walls squeezing around him, desperately trying to milk him.

As you feel his cum dribble down your thigh, your next set of words had him running through a list of emotions, his limp dick twitching inside of you despite his consciousness telling him how wrong it was to be getting hard in the situation he found himself in.

"Hi, Captain. Enjoying the show?"

Konig:

Konig's eyes followed you everywhere and you noticed for quite a bit of time.

You never really held a conversation with the tall male before.

He was too anxious to talk to you but whenever you approached him and try to converse with him, he could only reply with one-word responses.

Despite the lack of conversations, you enjoyed his presence.

You would be writing in your journal across from him and he would sketch on his sketchpad.

You've seen his sketches before, he was quite skilled and you rained compliments on him.

He would awkwardly laugh at your compliments, his mask hiding the big smile and blush on his cheeks.

Konig's body would soon stiffen under your next question, his hand harshly gripping at his sketchpad, and his pencil snapped in the other.

"Have you ever done nude art?"

You already knew the outcome when you suggested he draw you nude.

The devious smile on your face as you led him to your room and rid yourself of your clothes.

You admired Konig's self-control when he actually did try to sketch you nude but you had other plans.

"Mesmerize every square inch of my body." you panted. Konig was sprawled on the floor as you used his body for your complete and utter pleasure. His sniper hood was discarded in the room as his forearm covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face from the pleasure of your tight walls squeezing his overstimulated cock.

Whimpers and breathy moans escaped his throat and released into the room. Wet sounds resonated in the room as you bounced on his cock and scratched and clung to his chest.

"I'll remember..." Konig breathed out. "I'll remember...Scheiß...your curves..and...tight pussy"

You laughed at his weak attempt to reply to you, his sentence broken each time your ass landed on his balls earning whimpers and curses from the male. You could feel Konig's dick throb inside of you and his moans becoming higher and more frequent.

"Cum inside of me..."You begged. "and then you'll be able to draw me full of your semen."

Graves:

As soon as you got a glimpse of his eyes, you knew you were going to fuck him into submission

The way his eyes would shined when he stepped into the dinner and noticed a cute young waitress looking at him with a soft smile

He'd sit in a booth and pray you'll be his waitress for the night

He'd subtly flirt with you but you knew what you wanted and aggressively flirted right back at him

His eyes would follow your figure as you'd walk away, his eyes focusing on your ass

When you returned with his food you sat in the chair in front of him and kept him company as he ate his meal

Eventually, your boss yelled at you to get back to work, leaving Graves smirking at the small pout on your face.

You would lean down to his ear, his eyes gazing at your cleavage, your hand squeezing his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "I get off at 10. If you'll wait for me, I'll make it worth your while."

You stood back up, dusting your skirt and sending him a wink before getting back to work

Despite the car having tinted windows, the rocking of the car and the smudged handprints on the windows gave away what was happening inside.

Phillip was sprawled on the car seat that was set all the way down, you were sat on his clothed dick, rocking your wet folds against the wet fabric of his briefs. His briefs stained with his cum and your arousal.

“C’mon baby….fuck,” Graves whined. “Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

You gave him false hope as you lifted your hips up and pulled down his briefs. You continued to rock your hips, your wet folds spreading your arousal on his red tip. You felt him shudder under your teasing, his eyes squeezed shut as his hands tried to grip the leather seats.

“Please stop teasing me, baby.” He begged.

You grinned at him, lining yourself up with his dick before you slowly eased him inside of you. Your eyes closed shut momentarily before the were snapped open, feeling Grave shoot his cum inside of you.

Your laughter filled the car as you began to bounce on his dick, whimpers and moans escaping from Graves.

“Was my pussy that good,” you questioned. “Fucking nutted just by being inside of me….Pathetic”

Graves couldn’t help but enjoy the way you degraded him, feeling your warm walls hug his cock, and the way yours eyes looked down at him. Your eyes looking at him as if he was a toy for your pleasure. Disregarding how sensitive he was from all your teasing, not caring how many times you made him cum inside of his briefs, his cum and your arousal mixed with each other, wet sounds emitted each time you lowered your hips all the way till his balls were tightly pressed against your ass.

“Shit….gonna fuck myself on your cock till the sunrise…”you said as you felt him throb inside of you once again.

“ if you can even last that long…”

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