contents— things phillip g. does that is attractive to you. 3,3K characters. lots of fluff. please read the end of the post
PHILLIP when he's focused on his paperwork, he'd have glasses on. Especially wheen he's old and his eyesight isn't getting better anytime soon. He would ride those glasses up onto the stable part of his nose bridge with his middle finger. Bonus mention — when you both would make out after he finishes his paperwork, he'd take off his glasses after it gives distances to both of your faces.
PHILLIP and his small kisses. Especially ritual kisses. For an example, certain amount of kisses on parts of your body. Each kiss is long or short, deoending on what amount he feels enough. Doesn't mean every moment he provides limited kisses. You get a lot, alright.
PHILLIP placing a kiss on each of your ankles when he's putting your heels on your bare/socked feet before letting it go.
PHILLIP and his adamant to meet your every need. You complain about your feet being hurt in heels, he'd carry you like a bride. Embarrassed? Fine, fine, he'd bring a spare one just for you. The pillows not being your standard when you're trying to sleep but you're too tired to adjust? He'd adjust it for you. Need something from the attic but you're quite scared? He's grabbing the stuff for you himself, just sit down.
PHILLIP a man that isn't afraid to cry around you. He isn't weak, but he is a human. He will break down when everything is just too exhausting. And you're the only person he doesn't mind crying to. Especially when you carress his head, telling him it's all going to be okay. His vulnerabillity is what gets you the most, a feature he has that he doesn't mind your hand carrying.
PHILLIP and kneeling. Kneeling at your feet on one knee to confess his marriage with you isn't the only time he would kneel for you. When he's begging for you to take him back, he isn't afraid to show his vulnerable side and kneel to you. Tell you how he didn't mean for your relationship to go this bad, saying he'd fix it. He'd grab your hands, kissing your knuckles while tears slipped from his cheek.
PHILLIP that would graze his thumb on your bottom lip when making eye contact. Especially during a heated argument or before a make out session.
PHILLIP admiring you when you're busy doing things like reading or cooking. He knows you know he's staring. And he'd smirk everytime.
PHILLIP and his discreet behaviour of following you around. You wouldn't even know he's doing it. When going to another room while your eyes on a book or a mobile gadget, he'd just walk behind you with almost no sound of his footsteps at all.
PHILLIP when he's fidgeting and need something to use his hands, he'd use it on you first. Fondling your bra strap, your sweatpants elastic band or just touching your hair.
PHILLIP when he sees your bangs shielding the sight of your beautiful face from him, he'd tuck it behind your ear.
PHILLIP bites you when he wants to use his mouth. In short, he has an oral fixation. Biting your neck, shoulders, ears, thighs, almost everything if you keep being cute with him.
PHILLIP a man that would always find a way to put a hand on you. Not the abusive way, the husband kind of a way. Putting a hand on your lower back when you're walking side by side, holding your hand when yours gets cold in the winter. Forgot to put on mittens was your excuse. But he doesn't care when it is a way to get him to hold you anytime.
a/n— for the ppl that has been in my tag list b4, i had to get alejandro scrapped out of the post bcs it had no correlation. so im editing this draft rn to tell you all my situation. again, very sincere apologies from me 🙏🏼
content — 4,5K characters. fluff (has suggestive mentions) LONG ASS HCS between you and phillip.
warnings — phillip graves. im my own beta reader. first-time writer. english not my first language. curse words. suggestive mentions.
a/n — got the idea at dinner. behind this story is a journey of me editing this plenty of times im surprised theres a misspell. writing this while listening to im your man by leonard cohen.
Devoted! Phillip Graves who always knows what you want by every small things that you do. Biting away the skin around your nails due to your fluttering nerves or anticipation, he assures by intertwining your fingers together with his. Your furrowed eyebrows due to the sweat or oil accumulating your forehead, he wipes them away with the back of his hand or blot them with tissue paper that he carries around incase of emergencies. Those emergencies always consisting of you. He knows you don't like germs from his dirty fingertips. Not that you're a germaphobe, but having a sensitive skin also means your acnes can come to a head and leave you riled for the next few weeks. Phillip doesn't want that, how will he get to kiss you without you pushing him away?
Devoted! Phillip Graves and his need to tease you just to get his awaited affection. A hand that wanders everytime it is on your body, a bite on your parts every now and then when your attention is on something else other than him. Loves that you'd smack his head afterwards. This also means his selfishness is beyond— for an instance, when it comes to aftermath of an argument. . . It comes to a head when you find Phillip talking to another woman on the streets after you just left the house for a grocery run. Hear me out, he wouldn't cheat. He still loves you. But considering how your relationship was to a stagger due to an argument, he uses his power to make you heed his needs which was to talk to him. Let this American tell you how he's the only thing in your life that won't lie to you. Reassure you his business ain't dangerous. That entails, talking to another woman lest to get your attention and gives you both a chance to resolve the issue among your relationship. His manipulation ended up being successful when you confront him with enraged gaze and a tongue so sharp. Your chagrin differed when his gaze began to fill with satisfaction. His grin sly as a minx, it left you no choice but to tug on his collar with fierce strength and kiss it out. When you get home, you'd show how fierce you can get when you're riled. In bed.
Devoted! Phillip Graves who unfortunately doesn't do PDA in public. However, always gives pecks to your body parts to show his love to you in semi-public. (the empty aisle with no shoppers in sight, area with no cameras, his office with opened binds, alleyway. . .) Your forehead, knuckles, wrists being the most affected spot. He wouldn't do such things in public, only he gets to see your flustered state. However in private, when he has you all to himself, he isn't afraid to show you off. A lick behind your ear, sloppy kisses at your plumpy lips. When he's always bold—a dry-hump, caresses at your inner thighs and... sly shit he would do to you. And you would giggle it off because you're just as depraved as him.
Devoted! Phillip Graves who doesn't sob whenever he has to be away from you for his missions. But would take his time with your shared moments together before separating. Before missions— you and Phillip would tend to your shared plants together. Water, fertilize, wipe the dust on the leaves according to your procedure. Also gives him a reason to fantasize having a baby with you together. And said baby to be cradled between your arms, pretty much suggesting a life of a white picket fence with you. You and Phillip would also do candelit dinners. His favorite dress on your supple body, wrapped for him like a gift. Have deep, heartfelt conversations and soft caresses between you both. After said dinner, he would unwrap you his gift and make love to you with moonlight blaring behind the pink curtains you set up in your shared bedroom. During missions— he sends you pictures and voice notes. Clicking the button, you would be receiving. . .
Photos of him and his pets shadows on missions together, selfies of his sexy, smirky face. When you feel lonely. . . He will give you a peek of his junior underneath his pants. Oh, how you're impatient. Voice notes? You get to hear his drawls. Sexy, american accent accentuated with a southern twang.
"Darlin'! How are you? How's the weather back in Texas?"
"You feelin' good? Waiting for your sexy husband?"
"I know you missin' me. Just wait 'till I get home."
"Just sayin'. You could ride this all day. . ."
Not-so subtle squelches in the background. . .
After missions— you'd fulfill his promise the moment his boots land on your welcome mat since he teased you with the voice note. No breeding opportunity would ever escape underneath your watch. Nor his
Let's just say, Phillip would get to have said fantasy of a white picket fence with you, his dearest. ♥︎
contains — 18+, 5,3K characters. several positions in bed phillip will put you in. + bonus part
warnings — smut. im my own beta reader.
a/n — the ending felt kind of rushed / could be a continuation to this
PHILLIP GRAVES a wild, southern american that doesn't play about his wife. You get to be coddled anytime. Things that you want, he can afford. Things that you hate? He'll eliminate them. Things that you want to do first thing with him in the morning? He'll set aside his plans just for you. But that doesn't mean you get to take, take, take but never give, give, give. So when it comes to a mating opportunity? That is when he pounce. ♥︎
PHILLIP GRAVES loves mating press. The moment he gets those sexy legs up on his shoulder, he's hugging up your thighs with his beefy arms and pistoning his hips into you. It is because he loves how intimate the position feels. It is because you can't stop him from pumping you with his babies. Wiggle those hips, you'll just accentuate the feeling of him inside that pretty pussy. Big, muscled hands around the back of your knees, making sure you won't thrash. You can't help but cry from bliss when he places wet, sloppy kisses up your upper body, telling you how he loves you and that you're the only woman in his life. He says he does not regret wifing you up with his southern american charm. He accentuates those words with a big kiss on your wedding ring. When he cums, this fantasy of a white picket fence will stop becoming a fantasy but a reality.
PHILLIP GRAVES that uses the turtle position on you when you feel too tired to hold your own weight. He's considerate this time. Face down, ass up with your back arched like a cat. He can see every mole on your back and that little tramp stamp you got for his birthday. He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he enjoys it. He can choke you, pull your hair after wrapping those luscious locks into his tightened fists. Especially when he gets those wrists tied up and ready for him to drag you into another position once you both came.
PHILLIP GRAVES is the kind of man that would do lotus position on you when he's tired. You're gonna have to respect his ambition to breed you although his energy is less than fit to be having sex. Your legs around his waist, he doesn't hesitate to slide his member in your flower, tainting what is his. Both of you and his thighs plap plap plap against eachother as he pumps into you with his meaty hands fondling your cute butt. He places kisses on your shoulder, telling you how he doesn't want you to hate him and leave this marriage for good. Is he still on about that argument? Either way, his whiny voice was coming in your ear and out from the other because his dick just feels toooo gooood.
PHILLIP GRAVES and the classic missionary. You both always do this intimate position other than mating press. His locket necklace that contains a picture of you inside was dangling against his toned chest everytime he thrusts. Your toes up in the air, curling like your soul was seeped out. Your hair tousled across your shared silky pillows, you look up to the mirrored ceiling above you. You felt ecstasy from the sight alone. Both of your bodies tangled against eachother, your tummy pressed by his grubby hands, his gaze entirely on you while he place kisses on your thighs. You grin, your bitten lips from his rough kisses from before had now left dry red patches across your lips instead. Your hand held out to his shoulder, scratching yet dragging him closer against you as the night goes on. With the air conditioner humming across the room, it felt like an experience in heaven with your dearest husband, Phillip. Will this last forever? You can't tell, but what you do know right now is you're going to cherish him forever.
PHILLIP GRAVES and spooning. It differs when you only see him from his military profile. But when you get lucky to have him in private, he is anything but stern and precise. He has his left thigh propping your other thigh up before he slides that tip in your wet hole. When he feels you wrapped around his hard member, his groan was slipping from his lips before he could bite the sound off. You swallow his sound with a slippery groan of your own, continued by strings of your whiny moans. When he licks the spot behind your ear or teasingly bites the sensitive spot on your shoulder, you roll your eyes before giggling. You reached a hand out to the back of his head before caressing those light brunette locks and scratch that scalp. He gets sleepy instantly— which that won't do. He has to make you cum first. So, he does the slyest thing that he could do. Which you'll have to admit, works everytime. He adjusts his hips and get that bulbous tip to reach your g-spot. You cried of delight— he makes your melodies a goal to abuse that spot, again and again. As you came, he doesn't pull out. Like your hole is a spot his cock can rest in. You whined and squirm everytime, but lets him stay anyway.
BONUS— Phillip would be the type of guy to cum between your legs just by rubbing his tip between your sweet pussy. Firstly, he gets you wet by fingering you. If you do it before dinner, he would devour you whole with his mouth, or just do the combo (fingers + mouth). Then, he'd rub that bulbous tip against your wet clit and pussy, covering his member in your milky fluids. Rub, rub, rub before his cock bursts of flavour. You'd moan at the sight everytime, not surprised at how depraved he could be around you. And you're planning to test that depravation soon when you get him back.
Phillip Graves and his need to eat you out everywhere, everyday, everytime. On the couch, the dining table, the backseat of his car, and the classic, bed.
Starting from the bottom, he'd grab your legs, kissing every spot on it. Your feet, thin ankles that's affected by his kisses. Knees that'd be smothered in his wet, sloppy kisses. Afterwards, he'd grew bolder by the time he has reached above your knees. Grabbing your thighs while your ankles sat on his shoulders, he'd kiss those supple thighs. Biting them, while meeting your hazy gaze. You felt heated by his affections, let alone when his mouth get to your flower. When the time finally comes, he'd first admire his gift with his aroused gaze. You'd be clenching the sheets as he stares, stares, and stares. Every moment you'd be squirming from the lack of simulation, but he wouldn't be that harsh on his sweet flower.
He'd dive in with a lick of his tongue, testing your honey between those thighs. You moan, head up as you faced the ceiling. He'd coo at your womanhood, while breathing into you. He'd trace your innie/outie with his fingers before licking into your supple hole, pressing the palm of his tounge onto it. "Phillip..." you cried out his name as your thighs tried to clench around his head, practically crushing him. He didn't allow that when he restrained your heavy thighs with his big, meaty hands, constraining your thighs to one spot only. "Stay still, honey." He coos before diving again, his sweet mouth on you while his nose mounts your clit. You moaned with the added sensation, practically flooding with arousement. Fortunately, he'd slurp up those juices before it could escape your womanhood. By the time he makes you cum, your eyes would be full of tears and your hands aching from clenching the sheets. But the result?
You'd be satisfied, drowned in his love as he let your thighs go from his grasp and climbing the bed to kiss your lips. His calloused hands would grasp your jaw before his lips, still coated in your juices intertwined with yours. You'd be tasting your sweet honey against his puckered lips before moaning as you realized he's covered in you. He doesn't seem to care at all when he unbuckles his belt and letting you see his excitement. The night is still young and you're yet to be fully exhausted by all of the fun he's going to give you.
CONTENTS & WARNINGS — smut. 2,4K characters. an experience recording with alejandro v. for ur of (but you both sound intimate you guys might aswell be in a relationship). imitation of knotting. bad translated spanish (?)
ALEJANDRO has the camera recording for 2 minutes long and the scene across anybody's phone who spot this video accidentally was a sight. Your back arched akin to a stretching cat, your wrists tied up together with his belt behind your spine. The owner of the belt was behind you, ramming your little rear hard enough to the point of breaking the bed had the highest chance of happening. Your ass ripples from every thrust he landed, and that is the moment where your eyeballs rolled to the back of your head. With the pace to be described intense and bliss, you instinctively wanted to scream. As much as you wanted to do so, you were geting punished for disobeying him.
The punishment was getting a gag ball muffling your words and curses from exiting your mouth and concealing them in your sore throat. Your whines and screeches were the only sounds heard in the video and Alejandro's husky audibles. "Hear how you sound when you're obeying me? 'S what you should sound like everyday, chiquita. Obeying me like it's your duty. What if some pendejos tear you away from me, hm? You gon' run away with them?" He interrogates before putting down his palm harshly onto your ass with his meaty hand.
You let out a whimper, your rear squirming from his harsh slap. "Answer me, or I'm colouring your cute little bum red." You shook your head at his question insistently as possible, knowing you didn't want him to stop with his spanks and was the one action that arouses you the most. "Good girl, now let me abuse this cunt." He states before pushing your face into your silky pillows, drowning it in your drool before he smacks your ass and continues to thrust in your juicy flower with his thick, lengthy cock.
You gazed at the camera that stood at the top of the headboard with bed eyes, showing your full row of teeth as you cheekily grin. And when he finally came, he insistently pushed his hips to your full-of-hand-marks bum, filling your cunt and atempting to fit his balls in as if imitating the action of 'knotting'. "Fuck, you're damn tight bébé. This hole's all for me, huh?" You nodded, wiggling your hips back as if accepting his 'knot'. He likes the way you instantly follow his every order. If he could, he'd devour you to the roots of your tresses until the tip of your toes. Let everybody know how only this devoted wolf owns this pretty little lamb and that nobody but him can possess her. If they try, they'll know how ruthless ALEJANDRO is if someone attempts to claim what's his.
a/n — originally wanted to do this vladimir m but didnt know if anybody wanted it lols
— smuff, 4,6K characters, god forbid i dont do rushed endings, inaccurate descriptions (?)
It started when he grew into combat, where efficiency and precise was mandatory. When his name was engraved into the hard copy of his formed Shadows Company, his blade collection's quantity and variety was growing into pair of numbers. Karambit, classic bowie, dagger, you name it. The way he wield it is akin to silk, his fingers groping the handle before he twists his wrist and tipping the blade in a man's guts. It is also the way he commands it under his hand, just like the way he maneuvres you into positions he loved, which you didn't mind at all. It is all apart of his play and you would love to be entangled in his game.
To start this scene, he was playing with one of his favourite blade while also staring at the live baseball game. "Game is getting borin'. You hear me, love?" You hummed to his question as you tend to your chores, which was cleansing the glassed dinnerware. "C'mere." He commands as he hears your disinterest. "I'm busy. What?" You inquired as you tilt your head out of the kitchen area. "It's stealing your attention away. C'mere." Scoffed, you pat your wet hands away with the dish towel before beelining towards Phillip. "You're being dramatic." You stated as he brings your thighs to his lap. "See, honey, we have to have fun together in order to not bring this marriage to shambles."
"We had fun at lunch time. You mostly had the fun." You argued, which fuels his fire of competency to win every arguments. "Ah, don't say it like that. I made you cum many times, no? This tongue," he licks his lips, which you frowned in a joking manner as a reply. "Did wonders on ya. And ya still not satisfied?" "Not that, 's just... you're acting like we didn't have sex in decades." "Felt like it." He sighed as he fondled your thighs.
"Y'know we could do somethin' else..." He concluded before you shot back. "Nuh uh. Dishes ain't done." "Fuck that. Luckily, I ain't deployed yet so we can have fun." He drawled before carrying you into his muscled arms, bringing your whole weight onto his strong embrace. "Honey!" You laughed before smacking his back. "Mm, you ain't leavin'." He mused as he flops your body onto the linen bed sheets.
"We're going to try something. You like, we'll do it often. You don't like, shame." You rolled your eyes before inquiring about his idea. "See, we're going to test my blade." "Fuck off, I'm not your enemy for you to be piercing my skin off." You joked. "I'll do it slow, intimate, y' can even say the safe word!" You shook your head insistently before backing off. "See baby, this isn't for you to decide. We're going to test it whether you like it or not." He is manipulative at times. Trust, it is all apart of the play and consenting. You love it that he shows his true nature in and out of his workplace. It is also what fuels you to marry him. because you're just as evil. "Fine." "Ah, that's more like it." He nodded in satisfaction before crowding you into your shared pillows, his gaze piercing you down.
"Tell me what you're going to do to me, honey." You commanded, he answered. "'m gonna strip you down 'till your naked." He stated as he strikes your bra and short shorts down with his knife. "Then, I'm gonna test this skin out. See if it's strong enough for my blade's sharpness." He is a man true to his words as he slowly drags the tip of his switchblade to your thigh, blobs of blood tipping down underneath you. "Mark you as mine. P," he drags the letter down with his fingers on the handle of the blade, marking you exactly to his initial on your fat. You huffed and whined from the pain, albeit biting your lip from how ecstasy the feel of him tearing your skin out. "G." He resumes by continuing the 'G' beside the letter 'P'. "Beautiful." You stared at the artwork in fascination, your fingers clenching at the sheets in arousement. Unbeknownst to you, he also marked himself with your initials.
You get to introduce yourself to his marked thigh when he suddenly strips himself down to nothing. You gasped. "See for yourself, baby. You're mine, I'm all yours." You stared at it with gleam, caressing it with your fingers. You don't even ask when, you're just honored he's marking himself as yours. "Phil, 's beautiful." "I know. You're beautiful." He winked before kissing you up with his lips. You replied to the kiss by matching his intensity, bite and suck. "'M hard. Let's fuck." "Just when I thought 's all soft and passionate, you are always here to ruin it old man!" He laughed your statement off before he suddenly pounces you under his weight, bringing your thighs to either side of his hips. No warning, he entered your flower with the swift of a thrust. No lube, you were already wet from his foreplay of slicing your skin. "Ah." You both resonate the sound, your nails tightening on the skin of his back. Meanwhile, his palms coddled your rear as he slowly thrusts his hips. "So tight, beautiful. You're all mine?" You nodded to answer his inquire. "Always." Moonlight glowing beneath the curtains amidst the lovemaking, Mr Graves and Mrs Graves is united between the sheets in the end.
