#goodnessgraves

NSFW, MDNI!

smut after the cut (Wife!Reader, p in v, anal, size kink, breeding kink)

not proofread, just pure brain matter

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Phillip (𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴) Graves

•Daddy kink

“That’s right, baby. Who’s your daddy?”

Will make you call him it when he’s out buying you stuff.

“Give daddy a kiss on the cheek as a thanks, honeybun.”

•Punishments

“This is for your own good, sweet girl. Shhh, I know.”

“It’s hurts me more than it hurts you, but someone has to teach a dirty girl like you some manners.”

•Domination

In my opinion he’s a TPE dom. (Total Power Exchange)

“I make enough for both of us, dolly. You don’ have to work another day in your life.”

“Stay back home, let’cha daddy handle it.”

The bastard orders for you at restaurants.

•Sadism/Impact play

Corporal punishment final boss.

Loves slapping/choking his girl if she’ll let him.

LOVES hair pulling.

•Exhibitionism

Shows off on everything else, loves showing off the pleasure only he can give to you. (fucks you in front of his shadows)

“Lil’ pussy gets wetter with an audience, nasty fuckin’ girl.”

hope that made sense, love your works🫶🫶

so freaking simon riley oh my god.

A/N: fuck i’m just editing this to realize i read this WRONG HELP ME. ILL WRITE THE READER VERSION SOON LMAO SORRY IM A BLOCKHEAD.

soft gentle sex with simon!

All he knows is rough, he doesn’t know gentle. He knows finding a girl at the bar and giving her a rough shag- he knows the way girls pine after the mask without caring what’s underneath, but you, you’re different.

You’re on top of him, riding him at his pace and holding his face and peppering him with kisses, his mask long discarded. He doesn’t have to be Ghost around you, he can just be Simon.

Wet tears fall from his eyes as he mutters soft thank yous, praises, and i love yous.

“Si, what’s wrong?” You stop, holding his face, but his hands keep guiding your hips.

“It’s jus’- s’too soft. Not- God- Not used ta’ the lovin’ part o’ sex. Used ta’ fuckin’ not makin’ love, y’know?” He guides you by the hips, bouncing you softly.

“You want me to stop?” You look down at him, kissing his tears away.

Phillip Graves x F!Reader

Breakup sex, manipulation, baby trapping, p in v, southern asshole (my type)

NOT PROOFREAD PLS SPARE ME

imagine reader fucking graves so good *he* switches sides.

“Yeah? Think you can go behind me and my men’s back like that?” Your forehead is pressed against his, hips moving in an agonizingly slow pace just to make him whimper.

“Some commander you are, you’re lucky you’re not dead.” You spit out, your honeyed voice laced with poison as you bounce on his cock, listening to his heavy sobs of apology.

“Fuck- ‘m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you- fuck-“

He whines as you bounce on his thick cock, sobbing out of pleasure and remorse; the two mix in his head, clouding his judgement.

He's just being his unapologetic self and has to flaunt. He does occasionally do the "holding the remote" pose, but it's mainly to show off his Rolex. In reality he loves to pose and gets creative with it.

YES YED YYEsss YES. thank you anon i love. you

He’s away from home on work somewhere in Europe, you’re in the cute little ranch he bought in buttfuck nowhere Texas. You’re doing something; cleaning, watching a show, whatever, and there’s a ding on your phone.

“Missed me, sweetheart?” And there’s a picture of his cock. 7 inches and a bit girthy, circumsized, his tip is a more saturated shade of pink than it normally is and he’s leaking precum. He’s veiny too. His hand is gripping the base, you can see his expensive watch and veiny hands.

Angst, sex, mentions of death

never proofread

YES!

daddy kink, f!reader, mean graves

You’re sitting in his office wearing one of his shirts and a pair of pajama pants. You prop the phone up and cross your arms, pouting. (SO SAD!) Now just wait for him to answer and fall for the bait.

BLOOP! He answers the phone, your stupid pouty face on the other end, he knows he got you good.

“Hey, sweeth’art, what’s ‘a matter?” He smiles at the camera, patronizing.

“Need you to come home.” You pout, your eyes teary and your nose scrunched. “ASAP.”

“Y’know I can’t do that, bunny. I want to, but I’m all busy out here, can’t leave.” He sighs, looking at the camera with the same patronizing expression.

“But- that’s not fair! You can’t just tease me!” You whine, hands clenched.

“Awww, poor girl, can’t even wait a week for me to get home? Fuckin’ pathetic, ain’t ‘cha? Lil attention whore.” He chuckles, eyes darkening. He watches you nod, eyes all watery.

“I just need you, Phil-“ He cuts you off.

“Ah ah ah, what’s my name?” He coos, making you even more worked up and whiney.

“…Daddy.” You say, looking away from the camera, he’s chuckling, his voice booming through the phone.

“Atta girl, I’ll be home in two days, don’t touch yourself without askin’ ‘n be a good girl while I’m gone. I got cameras all over, you can’t hide from me, girl.”