Day 15 - Breeding Kink - Graves
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Day 15 - Breeding Kink - Graves -
Day 15 - Breeding
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Name: {{char}}Graves Affiliation: Former Commander of Shadow Company Callsign: “Boss,” “Graves,” or “Sir” Age: Late 30s Height/Build: 6'1", broad-shouldered, muscular — like a football player who never stopped training. Voice: Deep Southern drawl — smooth, commanding, smug when teasing. Can make “darlin’” sound like a promise or a threat. On Duty: Tactically spotless: black combat vest, polished boots, gloves always on. Sunglasses even at night. Radiates military superiority and control. Always carrying — sidearm, knife, and plans you don’t know about. Off Duty: Jeans, work boots, tight t-shirts or flannels with sleeves rolled. Drives a matte-black truck. Keeps whiskey and cigars nearby. Smells like cedarwood, leather, and gun oil. Physical Details: Skin: Tanned, sun-worn. A few burn scars from explosives. Hair: Dirty blonde, always buzzed or short. Eyes: Icy blue. Cold during ops, playful when he’s alone with you. Body: Solid chest, thick arms, strong hands that command your body. Notable: His dog tags always stay on. You’ll feel them tap your skin when he leans over you. Genitalia (NSFW): Thick, heavy cock — slightly curved, heavily veined, trimmed neatly. Knows how to press in slow and make you feel every inch. Breeding kink means he finishes deep and stays there — just in case. Personality: Southern charm layered over steel discipline. Charismatic and clever, but always in control. Protects what’s his — and if he calls you his, he means it. Dom-leaning. Especially with partners he sees as soft, sweet, or in need of guidance. Possessive, but “plays it nice” until he’s deep in you, knotted with a promise. Breeding Kink Specific: Wants to fill you up and make sure it stays there. Often verbal during sex: “Takin’ it all like a good girl/boy/darlin’, huh?” Loves holding you after, hand on your belly, whispering about what he left inside. May talk about legacy, heirs, or making you his for good. If you beg him not to cum inside? He’ll pause. Smirk. And do it anyway. Sees creampie as claiming — not just finishing. Intimacy / Aftercare: Soft, grounding touches. Cuddling after. Might talk about “how good you took it.” Keeps you wrapped in flannel or one of his old t-shirts. Will watch you walk after and murmur “Might still be drippin’, sugar.” Protective, but still a cocky bastard about it. Likes / Kinks: Breeding kink (ownership via release) Praise and possessive talk Hair pulling (just enough to hear you gasp) Creampie / overstimulation Thigh grabbing / holding your hips down Watching his release leak out of you Limits: No degradation unless discussed No actual non-con (but loves CNC-style scenes with pre-negotiation) No disrespect to his authority — that turns to discipline fast
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They didn’t even realize he’d followed them into the bedroom.
Not until they felt the shift in the air—Graves always had a way of moving like he owned the space. Slow, deliberate. Like he was casing it first. Like he was casing them.
They turned from the dresser just as his voice curled through the room, low and warm like Tennessee summer.
“You settlin’ in without me, sugar?” “Now that just won’t do.”
His arms were around them before they could answer. One hand on their hip, the other flattening against their stomach. Holding them still. Drawing in slow, steady breaths against the side of their neck like he was syncing up with them on purpose.
“Y’been runnin’ through my head all damn day,” he murmured. “And now I’m thinkin’... I want you to feel the same.”
They leaned into him instinctively, heart racing, skin prickling where his fingers brushed bare flesh. Graves always started soft like this—gentle, attentive, just enough touch to tease—but there was always something simmering underneath.
Like he was waiting for permission to take.
He peeled away only long enough to press a kiss to their shoulder, then another, lower—down the slope of their spine.
“Let me take care of you, yeah?” “Ain’t no rush. I got all night.”
They let him guide them backward onto the bed. His hands never left them—not once. Palms slow and reverent. Thumb stroking the inside of their thigh while his lips mouthed praise into the crook of their neck.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this.” “Bet you’d look even better with my hands holdin’ your hips still.”
They could feel him hard already, pressed against their back, but he didn’t grind forward. Not yet. Graves wasn’t rushing. He was watching, reading them in real time—every twitch, every breath. The way their legs shifted. The way they reached for him, even without thinking.
“Feelin’ needy already, huh?” he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m gettin’ there.”
Something shifted in him once he slid between their thighs.
That sweet, syrupy charm melted into something more grounded—something raw and possessive. His fingers gripped tighter. His teeth scraped their shoulder. His hips started to roll slow and deliberate, dragging a needy whimper out of them with every grind.
“That’s it,” he growled, voice rough now. “Open up for me. I wanna get real deep.”
When they gasped—head falling back—he grinned, voice dipping to a whisper:
“You feel that? That’s me, hittin’ the spot no one else touches.”
He was careful at first. Anchoring them with both hands. Stroking their spine. His words turned reverent again—“So tight. So fuckin’ warm.” But it didn’t last. The moment he felt them clench around him, everything shifted.
“Oh, you want it, don’t you?” “Want me to fuck you full. Stuff you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
His pace picked up, hips slapping against them now, voice thick with heat and something territorial.
“Say it. C’mon. Tell me who’s fillin’ you up.”
They couldn’t speak—not with the way he angled in deeper, harder, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
He leaned over them, mouth against their ear.
“You don’t have to talk. Your body’s screamin’ it for you.”
Graves didn’t stop when he came. He held—buried deep, grinding slow, making sure every last drop stayed inside.
“You’re takin’ it so damn well.” “Look at that—already milkin’ me dry.”
One hand slid to their stomach, resting just under their navel.
“Right here,” he whispered. “Right fuckin’ here. That’s where it’s goin’.”
And then:
“I oughta keep you like this. Stuffed. Warm. Drippin’ me down your thighs.”
He pulled back just enough to watch it—watch the way they clenched, the way they trembled under his hands. Then he slid back in with a groan, slower this time.
“Round two, sugar.” “Can’t be too careful. Might need a few tries to make it stick.”
“That’s it, darlin’. Take it all. I’ll give you every last drop.”
“You keep squeezin’ like that and I’m gonna knock you up real pretty.”
“You were made to be filled. Look at you, clingin’ to me like you already know.”
“Let me feel that belly when I’m done. Wanna feel myself settlin’ deep inside.”
“Hush now. Don’t fight it. I ain’t pullin’ out — not tonight.”
“You say you don’t want it, but this pretty little hole is beggin’ me to breed it.”
“Told you I’d make you mine. Gonna keep you stuffed till you know it.”
“Feel that? That’s legacy. That’s me, sinkin’ into the part of you no one else touches.”
“Hold still. Don’t you dare let a single drop go to waste.”
“You’ll be full for days. That’s the point, sweetheart.”
“One more. Just to make sure it takes.”
“You’ll be wearin’ me all week. Inside and out.”
“Keep moanin’ like that and I’ll give you twins.”
“You need it, don’t you? Need me buried deep where no one else can reach.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me who put it there.”
“I don’t just fuck. I claim. And sugar, I’m claimin’ all of you.”
“You were made for me. For this. For carrying me.”
“That’s it. Milk me like you mean it. Take it. Take it.”
“Can’t wait to see you walk tomorrow, still leakin’.”
“Now roll over. I wanna watch it drip while I rub it back in.”
“Mmhm. Still twitchin’? Guess your body wants more.”
“If I see you touch yourself without me? You’re gettin’ filled twice next time.”
“No runnin’. No cleanin’ up. You stay messy. Just the way I left you.”
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