#graves cod

You don’t even really have proof that the baby is his but you know it is because he’s the only man you’ve been with after he fucked you silly right against the hood of his pickup truck.

Don’t ask how he pulled that shit with you.

You just know he dropped you off with a wave and you never intended to be— here.

In a military base office you truly didn’t know, four months pregnant, eyes erratic and knee bouncing like a kangaroo on crack from nerves and irritation.

You just wanted to say your peace and then go home. Maybe have a cry because you weren’t alone and pregnant, maybe have that ice cream you’d been thinking about since this morning. You weren’t expecting shit from the man, not a dollar, not a diaper. You weren’t used to being brushed aside your whole life, this was just another situation you’d need to stand tall on your own. A life altering situation but you could do it. You’ve done it before. You’d do it again. You just needed acknowledgement.

And he turned that corner toward where you sat in the waiting room, your guts almost spilled on the floor, right along it’s the baby. He was just as handsome as you remembered, tall, muscular, blue eyes, pretty lashes, he’s twinkling with irritation, talking to three men who followed right as his heals, maybe he could even tell you what to do— focus reader.

You stood, swallowing down every bit of fear, a little pride—

“Graves?” You called out, thankful it didn’t sound like a croak. It was more of a statement than a question. Not asking for attention, demanding it.

His eyes flickered over to you, a little shock fills his eyes, he gives some hand signal to his men, waving them away, “Give us a second boys.”

A smirk grows on his lips as he comes closer to you, more than amused that you, a one night stand, has somehow gotten a hold of him like this. His fault for knowing the people of that small town you were from. But it’s not like you were forgettable, you were headstrong, much smarter than the ditzy girls than hung around that bar, even more memorable when you let him stick his dick in your gushy walls. Still, you’re as gorgeous as ever in his eyes, even with that uncertain look on your face and the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants you wore. He’d prefer you in something tighter, a sun dress that hugged your pretty tits— “Well it isn’t the pretty doll from that bar, where did we last meet? In the bar? Nooo, the Honda—“

“—I’m pregnant.” You interjected, tired of the games, you pulled out the sonogram in your baggy pocket. “You’re the father.”

alternative link (bsky)

farmer!graves runs that farm as if it were the military. meticulously and with calculated moves. excep sometimes pawns aka farmhands decide to flunk out at the worst possible times and with not enough notice to do something about it.

graves hates more than anything to have to ask you for help around the estate, but with breeding season starting and work pilling up in every corner he find himself with no option than to take in your offer for another set of working hands.

except this man, just like when he was in the military, often lets his personal interest overpower his profesional ones. that's how breeding season starts with you being the first thing getting breed in that farm.

your body laid over a tree on a more secluded area - can't let any of his pawns catch a view of his beautiful wife's naked body -. his shirt laid over the tree to prevent hurting you, but still the blunt force of his hips as he fucks his leaky cock into you makes your body slide. hands grabbing your hips to keep you still as his thrusts get erratic and he burries himself to the hilt, his twitching balls laying heavily against your poor sensitive clit. pearly cum soon painting your gummy walls and, much to his dismay, leaking out as soon as he pulls his dick from you.

😏 commission~ artist is @/YuLinXD on twitter

moving my posts to tumblr rn

It looks like the 141 beastmen have some competition around that just can't wait to get their greedy paws/claws on reader the first moment they turn their eyes away.

Great-tailed Grackle Alejandro that sometimes flies just a little too close to Gaz's nest, to the latter beastman's annoyance. Alejandro's distinctive song can be heard from a few miles away, he enjoys displaying his feathered tail and drooping his wings. His flirty nature and smooth talking definetely doesn't help the flush on your cheeks and by that satisfied smile on his face he must know it too. And if someday it just so happens that you get bored and try to leave the nest while Gaz is away and a mistep has you falling down, don't be surprised by the winged beastman ready to catch you. Would you like to see the view from his nest? It would just be a moment.

Fox Graves that is always lurking near the territory of Soap's pack just to get a look at you. He seems friendly, but something tells you that if you're not careful he might just snatch you up. He always tries to get you to come with him on a hunt to show you just how capable he is to provide, but judging from the look in his eyes you might be the one getting hunted down. Everytime he passes you he uses his fluffy tail to tickle your legs, taking great pleasure in seeing your confused and distraught face, laughing at the sound of the slight yelp that always escapes your mouth. You swear he can feel the chills down your spine otherwise why would he smile so wickedly?

Lion Konig that is the only other beastman strong enough to dare challenge someone of Ghost's size. He doesn't really say anything to you, but he's always somewhere in your line of vision staring intently, biding his time. He displays his strenght by always trying to hunt for the biggest prey, not even washing the blood from his fur. His sheer size is enough to scare any other beastmen around, cocky bastard smiling at the their terrified faces. One time you accidentally bumped into him and he started purring loudly and nuzzling against your body. If you feel something hard poking against your thigh just ignore it.

While lost in the other part of the forest you stumble upon another bear beastmen roaming around. Bear Nikolai looks at you like you're the cutest thing in the world. He thinks Price is getting sloppy, because if he was your mate, he wouldn't even let you get close to the entrance of the den before he would be on you. And he is so big, smooth black fur catching the light as his paws are on each side of your head, body against a tree as he whishpers in your ear all the dirty things he plans on doing to you. Somehow you manage to slip away from his hold and start running, the sound of laughter from behind that gets closer and closer doesn't ease your nerves. You hope you'll be able to get back to Price before the other bear catches you.

It all started when he lassoed a cow, and your stupid brain just had to wonder if he could do the same thing to you, too! It was such a silly request, but Phillip could deny you nothing, especially because you were so easy on the eyes. All soft curves, nice plush breasts and broad hips, you were driving the poor man absolutely feral!

It wasn't long before Phillip had you out of that pretty floral dress of yours and tied up in rope. Your hands were wrapped up behind your back, connected to your ankles, effectively hog-tying you :( You were all pent up and horny, demanding that Phil come over and bully his big cock inside of you like you had both agreed.

He wasn't having any of that, instead pushing a vibrator against your swollen clit, letting it buzz away until you swear you saw stars in your eyes. Graves would encourage you to just stay still a little longer, doing so good f'me, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want soon <3, his big, rough hands on your hips, guiding you to press harder against the vibrations until you squealed so sweetly for him. You had soaked the sheets beneath you, a sticky mess left behind while your greedy cunt clenched around nothing, coaking the inside of your thighs with slick. Even rocking your hips against the bedsheets didn't help; the ache deep inside you remained, just needing to be stretched out by the fat head of his cock a little.