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[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Christmas gift

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

minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pretty ol’ thing 

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

minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was such a brat.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Masked

a/n: is nikto a war criminal? Yes. Is he also a silly trans man I wanna shag? Mhm. Oh- also this one has utterly no plot, it’s just smut an per usual I don’t proof-read these 👍

Minors DNI

“поиметь-!” Nikto cried out as he tried desperately to match your thrusts, his pretty cunt swallowing your member in its pretty pink fold- his uniform sticking to his sweaty skin as tears pricking up in his eyes. “P-please darling, please-.” He begged as his bluntly cut nails dug into you, leaving red lines down your back.

this had to be at least the third time he came around your cock, his whimpers muffled him biting his lip as your tip softly kissed his cervix with every thrust, his whines from beneath his mask filling the room around you.

Soft little ‘ah-‘ sounds filled your ears as he clamped down on your cock like a vice, a small sheen of sweat covering his body as he shakily worked himself up and down on your girth. He just wanted to spend time with his lover while wearing his mask per usual- but a night of drinks and flirty remarks and ended him up in this position of being skewered onto your cock, grasping for purchase as your tip hit deep inside him again- his eyes fluttering closed as his eyes rolled back, back arching and seeing white.

he could feel the foggy wave of overstimulation hit him hard as he came down from his climax, the only thing keeping him awake was the warm feeling of your thrusts into him stuttering to a stop and the soft sensation of your arms holding him as you sat him up on the bed and cleaned him up a bit, praises falling from your mouth that he was too tired to hear as he slipped into sleep.

It was nice for him to finally have someone with him- to not be alone.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

bunny

a/n: thinking of barrack bunny graves in a bunny suit 😔

Minors Do Not Interact

graves had always ‘helped’ his troops, from sucking them off after they did well on a mission to letting them use him like their own toy while stuck in bases or when everyone was pent up. Although you were his favorite. Nobody questioned it, you just made him feel so much better whenever he snuck into your room- so of course he’d be the first one to come waltzing into your room with a big smirk on his face, wearing a bright pink bunny outfit that barely covered anything.

he teased all the troops the rest of the day, bending over the mess hall counter just far enough back that the pink bunny suit would stretch just enough to show his matching butt-plug- and even sitting on troops laps before running off before they could do anything. He was having fun teasing the base like this of course, but he could feel your eyes digging into him the whole day, like a ghost haunting him: simply waiting for him to be alone.

the only thing he hadn’t noticed was how pent up he was making his men- well he didn’t notice until he got pulled into an office room and put down on his knees in front of you

he whimpered softly, wincing at the perfect ache his plug being pulled out of two fingers prepping him just a bit more. his eyes focused on just you since a hand was holding his head still

“so, teasing does work?” He hummed with a sharp grin, before whimpering again as the two thick fingers inside him curled and hit his gummy walls just right

he could guess there was three soldiers around him other then you? Not that it mattered- simply more fun for him anyway. His mouth opened, letting you tease him before putting your already half hard member in his mouth. The warm feeling of being used making his mind fuzzy and making tears prick his pretty blue eyes

he can’t remember when the two digits slipped out of him or when he was filled up by some other soldiers cock. He was too busy trying to remember how to pleasure you just right, the feeling of his walls clenching and his member being stroked by someone more of an afterthought for him as he licked and sucked your member softly.

overstimulation was starting to weigh over him, pitiful whines and moans being muffled by you fucking his throat. He knew his new bunny suit was ruined by now most definitely- either by his own cum or someone elses.

Now that he thought about it he could barely think of anything other then how good he felt, looking up at you and feeling the cold air and hot touches make his skin tingle. Still sucking on your member and letting his men use him without a single order or complaint, feeling their loads drip out of him slowly before being filled with the next.

by the end of everything he was all alone in the room, since you had left after making sure he had made you finish in his mouth; leaving him to catch his breath while you went to go find something to somewhat clean him up

he really hoped one of his soldiers was recording that- but that idea alone made his already aching cock hard again

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

superiors

A/n: old word Drabble because this world needs more graves posts

minors DNI

graves had been pulled in for a stern talking to by his companies investors- he hadn’t expected a lecture on dating a soldier and here he was getting told how utterly horrid it was and how he was abusing his power by forcing a soldier to submit to him… oh how they were wrong.

yet all he could do is nod his head and look shameful, but his brain was just hysterical. All these rich men, lecturing him while sitting at a table you had fucked him senseless on days earlier; his mind just kept filling with all the times you had sweetly acted innocent to the men around you- but in a room alone? God you were something else.

you were the one in charge. You were the one with his leash in your hand tugging at his collar so his pretty little whimpers are just quiet enough that the soldiers in the shower next to you two don’t hear. You were the one who had made him cry while bending him over every surface of your apartment. Your the one who-

“graves, are you even listening???” One of the men growled as he slammed the table in anger, pulling graves out of his thoughts which made him also feeling the uncomfortable bulge in his pants… he’d have to call you about that later

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Virgin sacrifice

a/n: I got inspo from this post from a fem reader account but I forgot their @! So- if I remember that I’ll credit them- also I know all my writing kinda reads the same this week but I don’t have any interesting ideas sooo :/

minors DNI

cold tiles against his burning against his hurt skin, the sound of buzzing and the door behind him locking shut filling his ears as he scrambled to sit up. The first thing that caught his attention being the large statue of your figure carved into the very marble of the temple, old candles and offerings scattered around with old pelts piled in a corner. He was freezing, the cold atmosphere of the temple biting at his skin under his silk white robes he had been forced into. He was an offering to you, nothing more- a virgin offering was gaz’s fate.

he sat in that coldness of the marble temple for a long time, before a sudden smell of warmth and home enveloped him, your figure standing in front of him and towering over his frame. He was scared out of his fucking mind; standing in front of a god he was given to as a blood sacrifice. But.. you didn’t attack him, nor bite into him or anything he was told to happen, you simply picked him up, and set him down on a bed in a room far below the rest of the old temple. Seasonings and herbs hanging from the walls and offerings of gold and such sorted on shelves next to the bed of fine furs and pelts; his tiredness quickly catching up to him while enveloped in the warmth as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Unaware of your plans to make him your pretty little bride.

he woke up groggily, almost completely forgotten about where he was until he felt your strong arms held around him and your chest flush against his back, as well as a bulge in your pants right up against him. Your large figure draped over him in a way he couldn’t quite place as anything he expected. He expected to be slaughtered- or murdered and ate by a god such as yourself. But here he sat, stuck tightly against your figure while feeling your member against the soft fabric of his silk sacrificial outfit he had been forced into.

“may I?” You hummed sleepily, your fingers tiredly playing with the fabric of his clothes as he nodded ever so softly and let you slide a slow digit into him

his mouth made such pretty sounds as you prepped him slowly, your large calloused fingers pressing down on his prostate just to hear his pretty whines. He had already gotten addicted to the feeling of your fingers in him. He was your new offering after all! He needed to get comfortable in the luxury of silk and honey and sweets littering your temple and the feeling of you lavishing him.

he swore you had been working him open for hours, his cock hard and twitching as pre-cum dribbled onto his pretty silk, whining and writhing in relief when he finally heard your golden studded robes slide down off of you and tossed off the bed. and the feeling of your length sliding down into him inch by inch.

“taking me like a good offering, hm darling?” You hummed, the feeling of your hot breath against his neck making him squirm even more then he already was, his walls clenching around you like a vice and his body bucking up in search of relief until he was calmed by the feeling of your free hand softly stroking his own length.

“you need to relax- truly. You’re going to make it hurt,” he heard you muttered as you took it slow, rutting into him and earning moan after moan falling from his mouth. His stomach coiling in warmth as if a fire in his stomach was lighting up his nerves and causing smoke to fog his brain.

A sudden thrust from you sent him seeing stars before he could even warn you. His pretty silk stained with his cum. His walls tightened and fluttered around you, making you paint his walls white. Falling blissfully asleep while he cock warmed you- of course his own dreams being warm and fuzzy from his overstimulation

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

cocktail bar

a/n: I think I’m so silly

minors DNI

soap had been on his maybe fifth drink by the time the lights of the club had turned bright colors- he had been there most of the day sipping on drinks as the shady crowd around him moved to the music or flirted around him. He wasn’t in the mood for anything other than to simply sit under the dingy neon lights of the gay bar and get shit faced. He had one to many missions and one to many mistakes this month and it was starting to get him all pent up and at the same time oh so tired.

His eyes only lit up when he saw you walk in, someone new! And someone handsome too- he hasn’t even uttered a word to you and he can already feel that hot sensation of blush washing over his face. He was all over you as If put under a spell but decided to wait just a tiny bit before approaching you.

he watched you drink as much as he did. His drinks were already making his decisions cloudy so their was now doubt yours did the same- he noticed your little glances at him and it made his heart pound and his member grow pitifully hard from such a simple exchange. He could hear your voice and the way you tried to chat up other bar patrons- and oh god your smile had his stomach doing loops

he could swear the alcohol was making him loopy, your conversations turning into blurs by the time he had started talking to you. Your hands on his hips blurring in his mind, and the flickering light of a bathroom stall and his knees against the cold floor being the only things he could feel other then your voice humming through his ear as he sucked on your member, choking on it and trying to keep it all in and make you feel good

It’s all he could think of, is making you feel good- your cologne and scent mixing into his muddled senses while he grinded against your boot, licking and sucking at your member with his pretty little lips locked around the base. He moaned and whined around your cock as he came in his pants from just rutting against your leg, letting you grasp his hair and use him till he forgot everything but your taste.

soap woke up early in the morning- in his apartment with the worst hangover and a tired recollection of what had happened last night. He got ready for his daily briefing. He barely pay attention as price rambled on about a new co-captain… until he looked you up and down. And oh shit he had sucked off his new co captain last night.

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a/n: 10000 likes celebration post!!! Let’s go!

minors DNI

soap who cries when you give him affection:

soap who cries when you cuddle up to him in bed or when you pick him up and hug him when he gets back from mission, pretty tears staining your shirts

soap who cry’s when you kiss him in public and everyone gets worried he got hurt

soap who cry’s because he just loves you so much he doesn’t know what else to do but to let the pretty tears slide down his cheeks when you call him late at night while he’s deployed and say you love him

soap who always has big shiny tears bubbling up as you eat him out and your hands hold his thighs open while he babbles non-legible pleas and begs

soap who can feel his eyes roll back as his tears stain the mattress below when you buck into him just right and he can feel you twitch inside his gummy fluttering walls

and of course soap, who cry’s when you clean him up and tuck him in and kiss all the bruises and hickeys on his skin, making you have to get him a big glass of water because he’s probably cried more then he should in a day