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a/n: I got multiple drafts, but I saw a twitter post about male concubines so. Idk I think imma dedicate this writing to @adrawinggnome cuz fantasy

minors dni

He was much too old to be your pretty little bed-warmer, Phillip fully knew that. You could have tossed him out any time you wanted and replaced him with a pretty boy from anywhere you desired. But he kept begging you to keep him, and so you did.

it was no secret to the courts or to the other concubines of your that phillip was your favorite by far, and he was very proud in showing the fact. He’d do about anything to keep his lavish spoiled life- and of course, to keep being around you. Every passing day he spent with you had made him more and more desperate for your love, your comfort, and so he did what he could to earn it. Did everything to be praised by you, for that was the best feeling in the world to him. A simple touch and a whispered word would have him chubbing up in his silken robes that you has treated him to years ago.

he was the one you sent letters to while away. He was the one who got to sleep in your lavish bed the most. He was the one to get to be fucked stupid every time you came home from war or bustling social events

and luckily for him tonight was one of said nights. The maids had gossiped and whispered about your arrival and your mood of pent up anger from the moment you stepped inside, by the time it reached phillip? He was scrambling to get himself ready, anticipating you trudging up the steps as he tried in a hurry to clean the wine stain off his robe, to try and look perfect for you, and to make your royal bed made; since he had slept in it for half the day because he had simply missed you too much

he was frantically scurrying around till he froze, hearing the door slam open as you collapsed onto your silken bed, your armor making a sickening crack against the bed frame. You seemed more exhausted than you ever had before. Phillip, being the perfect boy he was, straddled you softly and kissed you all over, leaving pretty little smudged marks of his lipstick- a lipstick you had bought him while at a market across the damn continent of course

he took off each piece of your armor while peppering your jaw and neck with kisses, letting you rest your sore muscles while he got you more comfortable. slowly but surely stripping you down to nothing and humming at the sigh of relief at his pretty lips mouthing at your half hard cock. He truly couldn’t get enough of you- your taste, your smell, your look. If he could choose, he’d die happily right in your arms; and what better way to show that then serving you like you deserve?

Phillip mouthed and kissed your tip until you were fully hard, before softly taking you all into his mouth, leaving a bright red ring around your base from his lipstick, his cheeks hollowed out and his throat spasming around your member- he could feel the tears start to dot his lashes, not that he minded.

he desperately grinded against the soft bed as he worked himself up and down, his lips stretched around your erection, teasing you with little licks and kisses on your tip every time he pulled off to catch himself from choking too badly, always wiping the slight drool and pre sliding across his jaw, smudging his lipstick.. a shame really. But at least he looked adorable under you, messy from his blonde hair to his now red cheeks from the soft tears that slid down his face

he whimpered and whined as you tugged his hair softly to rut into his throat, cumming in his silk robes when he felt you tense and paint his throat white, pulling himself off and panting, whining to go again because he ‘wasn’t ready’

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

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“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.

a/n: back on my COD rants because my countries sooo cooked. Not proof read as always but enjoy

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ever since Phillip has started ‘dating’ you, or more so seeing you at the night in barracks or wherever he could find you- he wanted more. Sure he knew it was wrong, you were a famous military commander- he was just your pmc company hire to get your dirty work done.. well he used to be- but age had worn out his use, hips feeling sore and arms wrapped in scars of past missions that made his men worry of his capabilities.. but he still wanted you. Wanted you to be his, wanted to be able to get spoiled by you, get adored by you, to get shown off at fancy military events he wouldn’t usually be even invited to anymore… to still be worthy and wanted. The fear of being replaced haunted him when he looked in the mirror or found a white hair amongst the blonde dusty hair he had all his life.

It took him a bit to plan something, but it festered in his brain, brewed like fine alcohol until his plans were set and ready. He had wanted a kid since he was 7 anyhow- so it wasn’t all too far off from the grand plan. His plan was smooth in exact execution; beg and whine and give you puppy eyes until you’ve said the famous last words of ‘one time without a condom won’t hurt if you’re sure.’ And then he knew his trap was set and ready

he let you bend him over your barracks warm bed, feeling your calloused hands ghost over his sore body and making him shiver in slight. His legs shook as he tried to spread them impossibly farther to give a show, feeling hot, bothered, and needy

he gasped and groaned when he felt your tongue against his clit, soft licks and suckles making his blunt nails dig into the textured fabric of said sheets. He was impatient, wanting for you to fill him to the brim already, to make his legs shake properly. But this felt much too good to stop- his head buried in a pillow as to not whine too loud though it did very little to help

he finally felt you pull away after how many orgasms he couldn’t count, his body feeling boneless and shaken already. He simply couldn’t think of a word to say other than pathetically crackling pleas of something he couldn’t quite name. To slow down? To speed up? To fuck him till his brains felt like mush? He wasn’t quite sure.

he shuttered a little at the quite usual feeling of the head of your cock sliding into his now well lubed walls, his body clenching around you like a vice and his mind swirling with the relief of the fact he could not be replaced. As long as the idea of getting pregnant worked, which it most hopefully would.

he let out gasped out moans as you finally bottomed out, one of your hands sliding up to cradle his throat before sticking two of your fingers in his mouth to silence him- no need to wake up your soldiers over a PMC commanders moaning. He whined at the obscenity, sucking on the digits as you bucked into him rougher than usual, using him like a living fleshlight. He could swear he felt it in his throat by now- his hips uselessly rolling into your thrusts even though you already had a pace set much faster then he could keep up with

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phillip graves who loves sitting under his own desk, holding onto your legs and rutting up on your combat shoe desperately with your dick weighing on his tongue, softly sucking and giving little kitten licks even if your simply doing his own paperwork and only half hard

Phillip graves who loves to ride you so that he can lean and bend to kiss you as much as he can and let you see all the pretty expressions he’s making while his soft walls clamp around your member like a vice

Phillip graves who begs for two fingers in his mouth against his tongue to keep him quiet when he’s squirming and whining while you prep him

Phillip graves who needs you to spit in his face if it means he can feel it slide down his sweat and tear covered cheeks while he feels your cock hitting the back of his throat while he looks up at you with his big blue eyes and teary lashes

Phillip graves who loves when you cum in his mouth so he can taste you deep in his throat for half the day and every time he feels a hickey or mark fade he will like he needs another one

a/n: was just thinking about this, enjoy the Christmas post my guys

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graves, even in the holiday season he enjoyed a bit too much, was busy as he always was.

always too busy for time with his boyfriend especially, even when they had moved onto base with him. It made him feel so utterly guilty- but it wasn’t in his direct control. Especially not with letter after letter from whatever shady characters wanted his attention that he had very little time to respond to and even less time to ever prepare for

He had been pent up for weeks, and nothing was fucking cutting it; fingering himself in between missions etc only ended up with him more whiny and unfocused and not satisfied.

Luckily for him, your boredom had lead to sneaking into his office before he sat down to spend the next hours overworking on documents he had little care for

he almost jumped out of his seat when he felt your hands sliding up and down his jeans, looking down with a little hitch in his breath to see you there. He was tempted to say something but too tired and touchstarved to force the words out of his throat, enjoying your simple touch of sliding up and down his legs and around his hips. He let his muscles relax, almost melting into the seat before getting shocked back into posture by you tugging off his belt and sliding down his jeans and boxers in a fluid movements, your tongue sliding through his folds and sucking against his clit before he could even begin to calm down

he bit his lips to contain his groans and whines, one hand clenching the side of his chair as he tried to get anything done, your pace so slow; teasing him to make him shaking and overstimulated, to finally get rid of that pesky pent up feeling the both of you had let stack up. his knuckles went white with how he clenched his pen in his left hand, signing his name shakily on a document he kept having to reread because he simply couldn’t focus, the warm feeling deep in his core building exponentially. He whined and whimpered breathily, your mouth around his slight T-cock and your tongue sliding up and down his thick folds making his eyes roll back.

a/n: thank you! I had my VERY late birthday party this weekend so that was fun, and doing requests is a wonderful way to unwind from this weekend haha

minors DNI - kind of dub-con because he’s drunk as fuck and your mean

Phillips was anything but a loyal man, from work to personal life he would lie, cheat, and steal to get the upper hand. It’s what made him the best..

one problem, he was also the most sulking self pitying kind of man, the kind of man that sat in his bed for days when you told him it wasn’t working

he was prideful, he was sinful. He knew that… but he missed you so so badly. It was as if someone had cut a hole through his chest and taken his heart with it, and for once cheap booze and cheaper parties didn’t fix it. Even his men were starting to notice the sadness in his eyes at overly stupid things that reminded him of you.

it made his head, chest, his whole body and soul ache with a clawing need every time without fail, from stupid shows you liked to stupider things you used to say

on one of his far too many bar trips he hazily spotted you, already brushing off his shirt to try to charm his way back into your arms or at least getting you riled up and jealous when he has to do a double take. Some little twink of a guy perched on your lap as if you aren’t his?

okay he’s definitely getting himself over his head now- but he’ll be boiling over with hatred for weeks if he doesn’t do anything, so he steadily walks towards you as if he wasn’t on his third shot and kind of wasted from his light beer chugging earlier

he wrapped his arm over your shoulder, completely ignoring the guy on your lap, sharp smile gracing over him as if he was a living saint and not the person your trying to ignore, sickly sweet small talk dripping out of his mouth until the man on your lap slides off and walks away offended

It gave him some sick pleasure in his drunken haze, seeing your anger bubble up in your words like toxic chemicals. What he didn’t expect was for you to act on his teasing tone and drag him to the dingy bar bathroom- stumbling along as you pulled him around like he was a rag doll.

he couldn’t focus with the bright lights of the bathroom, wincing as his worn knees hit the cold tile in front of the stalls toilet you has dragged him into. His hands gripped at your pants on instinct with your hands tugging at his hair, his lips wet with slight drool as he kissed over the bulge of your jeans

your belt got tossed away pretty fast, his pretty lips sucking at the tip of your hard cock as he tried to get comfort from your touch. There was none, of course. Just rough, like putting a dog into its place by dragging it outside. He couldn’t take it, mind flashing back to when he was happily kneeling on your soft carpets with praise and gifts and adoration. He deserved this, sure- but it still hurt in a way this simple fuck wouldn’t fix

he suckled on your cock slowly, sliding it deeper into his throat every minute or so, gagging on it when his nose was flush with the base, trying not to pull away and cough, too desperate to not ruin the moment he needed so so badly

he didn’t look up at you, too scared to see the lack of love in your eyes- although he could still feel it like a ghost haunting the corners of his dizzy vision, too busy trying to please you to will it away.

he wasn’t quite sure how long it had lasted, but he had came in his pants twice at least, tough fabric against his sensitive nerves making it a overstimulating sensation. His eyes were glossy, hands gripping onto you for purchase as spit and tears soaked down his face to the tile below

He felt you bruise the back of his throat with every buck or thrust of your hips, his body letting out a needy whine muffled by his full mouth whenever you did so. He swallowed when you came, his throat painted white with your cum as you tugged him off of you, sliding your buckle on and calling him a cab in the dingy bathroom before patting him on the back and walking out calmly, as if he wasn’t still on his knees, trying to shake off his feelings and to sit up enough to drag himself back to base..

a/n: clearing drafts and found this gem of an old route of July post

minors DNI

Phillip was always patriotic- sure he saw how horrid the country actually was, but why not have fun celebrating with blowing shit up and getting drunk? Of course he threw a party with his men, but you were out on duty and he was getting awfully lonely. Who doesn’t miss their husband? He may have totally ignored your request to not do anything stupid and maybe totally went out and drunkenly bought you a little gift

you came back from your shift quite late, expecting Phillip to either be outside watching fireworks, or drunk and asleep on the couch. your eyes widening when you see him on your shared bed, tied up and wearing the skimpiest American flag bikini which cupped his chest, attempting to push up what was not there- his big blue eyes looking up at you with a desperate whine.

it didn’t take long for you to make your way to the edge of the bed, him grumbling softly as your teasing words filled his ears, too pent to care for whatever joke or tease you had planned. he started to twitch against you, groaning and letting out little paced breaths as he ground up against your knee like a dog in heat. Luckily, you adored him quite a bit- and pleasuring him was a good way to show it

he was prepped and ready to go, his body offering little resistance as you slowly sank into him, his walls clenching onto your girth as he squirmed in his rope bindings. He had been so teased the whole time you were away, the booze in his system doing little to help his nerves calm from the pent up desire and need that had seemed to haunt him for the past weeks.

a/n: well, writing creativity hits me at the worst times. Including when I have a concussion! This one is for my silly moot @fortheb0ys

Minors DNI

Phillip was stressed. If stressed was even the right word. He was tired, and bored, and yet constantly busy busy busy. It was starting to make his head swirl so damn much that he decided to toss off his work and jobs to his poor second in command and go back to his little home town in the middle of nowhere Texas

He wasn’t there to see family, hell no. He had put his parents in a retirement home in Dallas years and years ago. He was going just to fish where he used to fish and enjoy how little that town changes- as if time was slowed there. He pulled up to his hotel happy as a clam and practically running to the local bar, enjoying as many drinks as he wanted to calm down, until he saw you walk in. Oh fuck

he hadn’t seen you since high school, since he left the whole backwater town to try his luck in the military, and told you by note. By note! He really did regret that now, how he had probably shattered you. Sure you two never ‘dated’, his parents would have slaughtered him for something like dating a man- but you two sure did everything a couple could. Nights spent together hidden away in a camping tent, secret kisses and hickeys littering him in the morning… he had really felt like shit having the nerve to show up here now, feeling wheezy and sick to his stomach.

he sat nervously next to you at the bar, letting you look him up and down as he drank a shot of whiskey, then two, then three. And a conversation started between you, about how your lives had ended up and how you’d stayed in the little country town and definitely flourished- calloused hands and well built figure filling in where you once were younger and softer, and the more he drank the more comfortable he felt around you, chuckling at your jokes and leaning into you as if he was head over heals again.

Four shots, five shots, six,

he was feeling real sick now, he wasn’t a lightweight by any means. But he had definitely lost track and gone above any standard he usually had. He felt Ick all over, barely wanting to walk out the door let alone leave you and go to his hotel- not that he could walk that far in the state he was in. He needed you in more ways than one, so he begged you pathetically to carry you home. Your grip and warmth grounded him enough that he got a grip while you carried him, softly nuzzling into your chest and hoping you’d stay just a little longer and indulge him just a bit more.

he didn’t deserve you, he knew that. You were his a long time ago and he had royally fucked up- but he missed everything about you, every little detail was making his mind spin with old memories he had thought he had forgotten. He let you carry him into your house without a single protest- too in bliss and too drunk to bother you with the idea of carrying him back to his shitty hotel, especially when your house smelt of your cologne and safety.

he almost melted in your bed; whining and pulling you next to him before utterly dozing off, and clinging to you as if you would disappear if he let go

he woke up with an utterly pounding headache and a hangover worse then death himself- sitting up with a groan before remembering where he was, and that he was in your jacket from the bar… he has definitely made a fool of himself in front of you. But he supposed it was better then being alone in your apartment- he laid practically on top of you, feeling your even breathing as you slept. He had missed the feeling of being oh so close to you, but he still wanted to be closer- okay sure, it might be a bit wrong but he couldn’t help himself but kiss down your neck softly, his hands wondering and his body slipping down a bit, in no hurry to wake you up- just wanting to feel you.

he mouthed at your boxers a bit, shaking you awake enough to get a groan out of you and a tired nod as you tossed your head back on the pillow tiredly, still half asleep as he tugged your boxers down your legs and wrapped his pretty lips around your cock-head, taking you inch by inch slowly and choking a bit until he had every inch in his mouth, little gasps coming out of his stretched lips as he breathed you in, tears and spit dribbling down his face. He was focused on solely you, only little grinds of his hips against your leg giving himself physical pleasure

he hummed softly at the feeling of your hand grasping in his hair, before getting thrown off rhythm at a rough tug from you, pulling him off- a small drop of pre-cum and spit connecting his lips and your soaked member before you forced him back all the way down. You had gotten a lot rougher, and it felt so so good to be gasping as those big blue eyes of his poured with tears- looking like a mess. But he was your mess again. Yours.

he choked and gagged every so often, but worked you up until you were grasping his shoulders tight enough to bruise, painting his throat white as he swallowed every drop down, cumming in his own pants untouched before he pulled himself away and rolled beside you