#pretty phillip graves

[x3no9]

Reposting these without the mature content ones this round.

I used some heavy prompting in FOTOR and a little hand sketching in Adobe.

Makarov and Graves in different ( or no) outfits. The pretty Graves almost killed me. I am so conflicted about it LOL.

Makarov's hand is jacked up because I had to sketch the gun out since it never looked right.

These pair well with my fic featuring them as enemies turned incredibly intense lovers.

[fortheb0ys]

Image pulling Graves onto your dick by his mic collar(idk what it's called). The toe of your boot grinding on the front of his military fatigues. A wet spot rapidly forming as you fuck deep, hard and fast.

The mic's hot. The Shadows hear everything. Every gag. Every whimper. Every moan. Every dirty word uttered. You know it's on just as much as Graves.

You both can hear them as well. The sounds of their sloppy, spit covered strokes mingle together in your ear pieces. A symphony of moans ranging from low to high sound like they're in the room with you.

Before you cum, you pull out of Graves' mouth and he gets the idea as you remove your phone from your pocket. With a few final strokes, you paint his face white with your seed. His tongue falls out trying to catch some of it. You take the chance to snap a photo and send to the group chat.

Messages ping as the boys express there thoughts and fantasies of their slut of a commander. Some sending pictures of the mess he'd left them in.

You told the boys they'd get what they want if the mission was a success. With a commander like that, they didn't even care if they got a bonus or not.

[snurtsnurtcreations]

Phillip Graves Headcanons

A character study, of sorts (all sfw btw)

Has committed war crimes and will do it again >:)

Cares deeply about his Shadows and the Shadow company as a whole

Sooome loyalty to those who employ him, but at the end of the day he is a merc working for personal gain

He won’t turn on someone just because he got a better offer, he’s got some morals, plus reputation is important

Loves seeing a plan come together (let’s fucking gooo!!)

When a mission goes ass up and he loses some good men, you know it’s serious because he’s dangerously quiet, not cursing, jaw clenched

Coffee addict. Creamer is a must tho.

Suuuch a smart ass, will try to get the last word in on everything. Also loves to playfully argue

As a child he used to have a pet raccoon

Just. Just imagine this, right. Teeny tiny Phillip, his two front baby teeth just fell out. He’s holding a raccoon up by its armpits swinging the thing all over the place as he bounds up to his ma all excited-like, asking if he can keep it, please please please

Very touchy. Hugs, pats, hip bumps, shoulder touches, etc, usually done practically subconsciously.

Especially with a S/O, his hands would be aaaall over em. Hand on their back, head on shoulders, hand holding, hell even just sitting really close together or brushing shoulders… he’s all for it

Has a particular fondness for booty grabs as well

Sometimes he has to spend some time just sitting down with a blank stare into nothingness. Error 404. Factory reset. Etc etc. It’s good for the soul, or so he says.

As a teenager he used to break into abandoned buildings

Loves watching trivia type shows like jeopardy, family feud, who wants to be a millionaire. Gets really stoked when he gets something right before the contestant

Is a decent enough cook but Hot Shit when it comes to baking. Somehow always gets the recipe wrong, or takes it out before it’s done baking… or after its already burnt. Took him way too long to realize that baking can’t be treated like cooking and that he can’t just eyeball things or measure with the heart

He’s a master with a grill though. His cookouts are the BOMB

100% has one of those “kiss the cook” aprons

Man’s is rich rich. Has a whole fancy property with a mansion for a house, complete with an outdoor pool + hot tub, fountain + waterfall, personal gym, huuuge tv, wine cellar, pool room, heated bathroom floor, etc etc

Owns a navy blue velvet armchair that wildly contrasts with all other furniture. He’s not entirely sure why he got it in the first place, it just Spoke to him. He’s definitely fallen asleep in it and got a horrible crick in his neck too many times to count

Talks to inanimate objects a liiiittle too much tbh

Will NOT tell his Shadows when his birthday is. He knows they’ll hold it against him or try to do some prank or WORSE throw a surprise party. He gets reeeaaal dodgy when they ask, and neither confirms nor denies any of their guesses

Somehow Bigfoot came up as a topic of interest in conversation once and now the Shadows have an ongoing argument on whether Graves actually believes in Bigfoot or if he’s just bluffing

He is the crazy uncle in his family. His sister is constantly amazed by what new insane junk he can teach her children, but, hey, the kids love him!

He abso-fuckin-lutely beat up his sister’s abusive ex husband

Is the type to let mail pile up on the table for a week or so before going through it

Fairly good at wood carving. It’s a fun little hobby of his

Hates fishing with a passion. One time his sister convinced him to go fishing with her children and while he was trying to remember how his father had taught him way back when (those are bad memories actually… he can figure it out on his own), his seven year old niece pulled out a crawfish and started screaming, Graves slipped in the mud and fell flat on his ass, his five year old nephew tried to get a closer look at the thing but it wiggled the wrong way so he started running and somehow got the hook caught in his shoelaces while the crawfish escaped…. Needless to say it was not a fun day for Graves. The kids laughed up a storm though and his sister constantly teases him about it

Can’t handle spice. Like not even a little. It’s kinda pathetic actually.

“Graves” is not his actual surname. He had it legally changed to that once he became a merc. (“C’mon, man, Fill up Graves? That’s hilarious and cool. It’s perfect.” His sister watches unamused as he tries to explain his decision)

100% acts like he’s dying when he catches a cold. Will cough and snivel and bemoan his life

Sooooo jealous of folks that can play guitar. He’s tried on and off again but somehow it just doesn’t click in his mind

Performs a sick air guitar. Has held an air guitar competition for his Shadows once. All agree it was a blast but refuse to provide details on who won. Newbies always hear about it as the legendary air guitar battle but don’t actually know what happened

Shadow HQ breakroom has pages with drawings stuck up on the fridge with abc magnets. It started as a joke but it’s an actual thing now. Middle of the fridge is a place of honor and respect, and the judge of it is of course Commander Graves

[ghouldnight]

I'm pegging Commander Graves and NO ONE can stop me so here's a little blurb

NSFW Under the Cut - MDNI 18+

TW for: Mild choking, roughness, and that general sort of nastiness. All of this is CONSENSUAL (duh)

Please keep in mind for scenes like this, all things should be negotiated prior with any respective partners! Safe sex practice matters and so does communication

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The scene laid in front of you might as well have been a sculpture carved out of the finest marble. On the silk fitted sheets lay none other than the commander of the Shadow Company itself, a glistening layer of sweat sheened off of his tense form. Dark blond locks lay dampened against his forehead, slicked and tangled from your fingers and his alike raking through them.

His lips curled back into a half there noise, showing off the sharpness of his pearly whites as yet another shudder racked his form. For the better part of the hour, you'd been relentlessly teasing him. A hand on his thigh skimmed up, up, up so close to the throbbing hardness that leaked pearlescent drops from where it curved over onto his abdomen and the neatened happy trail there. Yet every time when his hips shifted upwards in a silent plea and his eyes rolled back the smallest bit, back arching so prettily, you guided your touch away once more.

To make matters worse for him, or better for you, you had him quite full of yourself. Literally. It's better than being full of himself and his attitude, as per usual. That's how you always reasoned it. Having something nestled inside of him in the most intimate way always served as a good attitude adjuster which was much needed when dealing with someone like Phillip. And what better way to do it than to warm him up, nice and slow, and get him properly acquainted with his favorite toy?

Much to his frustration, however, you didn't move. You kept him settled against the sheets, your length unmoving in him as you traced along his form, drawing invisible patterns only you could see. This time as your fingers diverted, skimming across the scar on his hip once more, a noise half akin to a whine left his lips as his eyes fluttered opened. In what must've been his best attempt at a glare, he exhaled a noisy huff, his nose crinkling as his head thumped against the pillow.

"C'mon, now you're just being a cruel bit-" He sneered, though his words caught in his throat when you grasped his shaft firm, circling your fingers tight around his base.

His eyes fully rolled back, a choked gasp leaving his lips when you squeezed your hand around it even tighter. Fingers clawed at the sheets, tangling them in his grasp as all planes of his muscles tensed again, his stomach sucking in as he tried bucking his hips. Your other hand held him firm, halting the motion as you shoved him back into the mattress, pinning his abdomen with your forearm.

"Phillip." You tutted with a click of your tongue, your eyes narrowing right back, "I thought I taught you better manners than that."

Whatever glare or venomous expression he tried to muster back melted off of his face when you delivered yet another squeeze to the base of his cock, feeling how it twitched in response. No matter how he protested or how his brows knit together, there's no denying just how much he liked it when his excitement practically wept for attention. You're sure if you kept it up, he might just follow suit.

Releasing his cock, you laid it on his abdomen as you raked your nails up his side, just enough to leave angry, red lines highlighted over the slight tan of his supple flesh. A violent shiver danced down his spine as his back arched once more, head tossing back against the pillows as his pretty lips parted in yet another silent noise. Your other hand moved to rest beside his head, dropping to your forearm as you removed your weight and touch alike from him and braced, causing the bed to shift with another creak.

Tracing up and across his ribs, you splayed your hand over his sternum, keeping him pinned to the mattress. The tackiness of his pre-spend mixed with the droplets of perspiration beading like fresh drops of dew as you rested it there. Subtle curls of his paler chest hair swirled in mused whorls that you further teased with a single finger, dancing around the area right above his rapidly beating heart. Every shuddering breath, every quavering beat of his heart, resonated through your fingertips, right to your very core.

The healthy flush dappling his cheeks and chest alike might soon match the redness of the sheets he insisted upon if you kept it up. That thought brought a smirk to your lips once more, for once meeting no immediate comment from Graves as he kept his eyes squinted closed for another two moments more as he took in shuddering breaths.

When he opened them with tepid languidness, his vision hazy, those normally so wicked sky blue eyes of his scarcely had much focus. His throat bobbed as he closed his mouth, swallowing with a shaky exhale. The contemplation that shone in his eyes was palpable as he studied you, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets as the gears in his pleasure addled brain turned on a slow speed in the hazy heat you had built between you.

Licking his lips, he couldn't hide the tremble in his Texan drawl as he spoke once more, "And I... Thought... you knew better than to tease me." He challenged, his nostrils flaring as he canted his hips up, trying to find friction on the nothingness that now graced his lower body.

Ever the brat, he stubbornly refused to break eye contact as he arched his back and hips once more, a ridiculously pleased, self-satisfied noise leaving his lips as he felt the girth of the silicon stretching the sensitive furl of his hole open rub against his walls once more. He didn't hide how his teeth sunk into his lower lip nor how he shuddered in delight.

With a sigh, you eased your hips forwards, drawing his corded thighs over your hips once more as you settled yourself firm against him, bottoming out fully. A satisfied hum echoed from his chest as his toes curled, head lolling to the side as he exhaled a harsh breath through his nose.

Your movements kept still in response for a long, few moments. The silence that stretched between you was anything but comfortable, yet his mind clearly was elsewhere - likely on the stretch of the toy instead. As bratty as he was, he always made for a lovely sight as he lay there like the king himself, pleasure highlighted from the flutter of his pale lashes to the twitching of his cock and flexing of his abs as he breathed in deep breaths, savoring the feeling inside and out.

"You want it that bad?" You spoke after a few, long moments when he attempted to rock his hips once more, only being met with yours cemented in place, refusing to allow him that leeway.

A verbal answer wasn't something you expected, or ever got unless you made him sit there and use his words for a new scene or something you explicitly demanded clear consent for. Phillip wasn't ever one to say things like 'yes' or 'please', no. He's one who expected anything you gave towards him, as if he were entitled to every moment of his pleasure and yours alike.

So it wasn't a surprise when he didn't nod nor did he utter yes, he simply sighed once again, lifting his head to glare at you as he tried to rock his hips down and back in vain, trying to chase the elusive pleasure that evaded him so.

"No." Came the simple command as you lowered your voice to a hiss, something he paid no heed to as he tried yet again.

The hand that had braced on his chest at once snaked up to the base of his throat, circling around the flat of it as you splayed your hand across. An immediate intake of breath and a whole body shudder as he froze was exactly the response you'd been hoping for.

Those pretty blue eyes slid open, dilated pupils nearly drowning out the color as he peered up at you through his lashes, his tongue darting along his canines as he held still. The rise and fall of his chest matched the quickened beating of his heart as his soft, shallower breaths left him in visibly excited puffs. His hands trembled in the sheets as he held himself as still as he could, his gaze unable to leave yours as you leaned down.

"You want it that bad, huh?" You breathed as you arched an amused brow, the leering grin dancing on your lips anything but kind or welcoming.

"You want it that bad that you're going to act like a damn brat?" You repeated, this time moving your hips back in a drag slow enough for him to feel every ridge and bump of the toy as it tugged him open yet left him empty all the same.

A pathetic, keening noise graced your ears as he clenched down hard enough for you to feel the resistant tug of his body as you eased yet another inch out, the violent shudder of his form breaking the near motionless trance that held him taught. "No, no, don't. I've been so good, don't baby-" He babbled in a single breath as his body swayed with the motion, desperate to not let you deny him any further or the delicious fullness he craved.

"Quiet." You snapped, bucking your hips forward enough to force the length back into him just as he seemed to beg for in a fluid motion that knocked the air from his lungs (and yet another noise to boot).

His back arched off the bed, throat bared as he twisted and writhed, teeth sinking so hard into his bottom lip you're sure it would draw blood. "Yes, fuck, that's it. Give me-"

Your grasp on his throat tightened once more, cutting him off as yet another roll of your hips punched a breathy moan from his lungs, draining him of most of his breath. "I said, quiet." You emphasized with further pressure on the thin skin that he had bared for you moments prior.

The bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed met the warmth of your palm as you lightened your grasp. Any mercy in the gesture was short lived as you ground your length into him, letting him really feel how his favored toy rubbed against his walls in a way that truly stole his breath.

"Seems you have a listening problem, sweetheart." You breathed as you lowered your head, your lips skimming across his in a silent promise uttered in a way he could feel as you punctuated every syllable with yet another slow grind.

How you wish you could've capture the way he shivered in delight at the promise, the first whimper of the night escaping him as you finally brushed his sweet spot, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as his back arched and toes curled. "Let's see if we can fix that... " You whispered as you traced your nose along his cheek, nuzzling into his temple as your lips graced his ear.

While it might be the first lesson of the night, it certainly wouldn't be the last. If how he tilted his head and silently demanded more were any bit of an indication of how it would go, you're sure it would be at least a few hours.

Good thing the sun had barely set below the horizon and you had the entirety of the night to test what would give in first: His spirit or his bed.

[tw1nkee28]

Guys

Guys please

I don't post him nearly enough but I promise this is my wife

He's MY wife

[narkoleptikk]

STOP looking at me with thoze SLUTTY eyez of yourz.

[tahhnjj]

magazine

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Can someone pleath, PLEATH make a gifset of Warren Kole in the Yellowjackets Family Feud

IM BEGGING

[lovelyvqer]

Why is man so beautiful?

Me fr:

[brokenpieces-72]

Graves Circumstance

Part 4 | Navigation

TW: Dark imagery, blood, gory, confrontation, let me know if anything was missed

Your captor sat behind you having to hold you in place in front of a mirror. The blade stung as it carefully and precisely dragged over your limbs. You struggled but got scolded, warned that if the blade slipped it was all over. You almost wished you kept struggling.

“Stop!” He barked in your ear. “Almost done.”

By the time he finished you were expecting the next tool of his arsenal to a be a skinning knife. Instead he moved your body around, admiring his work. You looked and felt like a doll. A doll being altered and changed to fit your owner’s preferences. Unclothed you whenever they wanted and rip into you with reckless abandon.

“Stop…” you whimpered, pleading to whatever god might listening.

Your captor pulled your head back putting the already dirty knife to your throat. In a hauntingly casual tone he spoke. “What was that?”

You didn’t answer. He smirked. “Oh you’re hungry… poor thing.”

His arms changed the grip he had, holding and forcing your jaw open. The dirty knife was out by your mouth. You know what he wanted you to do. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

“Stick your tongue out.” He ordered. You obeyed. That’s all you could do, if only to stay alive. “Swallow it.”

The knife was slowly being inserted into your mouth as you tried to scream and struggle for help. No. No more! Make it stop make it stop!

You cried out and Graves awoke within seconds. The lamp went on as he rushed out of the bed to you.

“Wake up! Wake up kid!” Graves tried to shake you awake, get you out of your nightmare. When you do awake, your body jerks and you thrash around. Graves gets hold of you and holds you down while you panic and come to reality. “It’s me kid. You’re safe.”

There were tears in your eyes again as Graves retrieved the blanket again, and wrapped it around you. He then went looking for your stuffed animal.

“Deep breaths, that’s it… good job.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. Nightmares are expected for this.” Phil said. “Just take a minute.”

He got you some water, and you squeezed Bagel like a stress ball. You take more than a minute, processing what just had taken place in your mind.

“Why can’t I remember what happened?” You asked. Clearly something affected you enough to cause vivid nightmares and yet you struggled to recall what had happened to you. You didn’t expect Graves to have all the answers.

“Plenty of people forget what happens in their dreams.” Graves told you.

“No… the-the dream was of what happened…” you explained. Graves stared at the floor.

“I hate to tell ya this but that may not be a bad thing. Having nightmares about the stuff you don’t remember could fill in some blanks.” Graves said. “What happened in the nightmare?”

You tensed at the question, trembling. You suddenly became extra aware of your long scars, scratching at them through your shirt. Graves noticed you were now very quiet. He took a quick glance at you, sitting up right. Your jaw was shaking, like you wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words out.

Graves looked around the room quickly and found a notepad on the bedside table, and a pen. He sat on the other bed, across from you. If you couldn’t take it all at once then breaking it down would have to do for now. The thing about dreams and nightmares is once they’re had, it’s hard to bring them back. He didn’t want you to forget anything that could get your case moving. If the police would even get off their asses that is.

“Can you tell me where you were?” He asked. Your lips tightened, and you were starting to panic again. There were small noises coming from you, as you tried to tell him. Graves sighed. He needed to break this down further.

“Nod your head for yes, were you inside?”

You nodded.

“Did he have a weapon?”

You nodded.

“Was it a gun?”

You didn’t move.

“A blade?”

You nodded. Graves jotted down his questions and your replies. He kept going, trying to keep the questions simple. Every time he glanced up, checking on your state. You were sitting on the bed cross legged now, and pulling the blanket tighter.

“Did you see him?” He asked.

You shook your head but you hesitated. If it was a blade you might have seen parts of him. Right now the last thing Graves wanted to do to you is traumatize you more. But this was all he had right now.

“He hurt you with the blade?”

You nodded. Okay now to phrase the next part.

“Did he… leave scars?” Graves asked. You went very quiet, and waited a moment before giving a single nod.

“Which ones?” Graves asked, cautiously. You didn’t say anything, but kept tugging your shirt in the same spot.

“We’ll come back to that one. Did he say anything?”

You nodded.

“Did he tie you down somehow?”

You shook your head. He didn’t tie you down, but you didn’t see him?

“Was he holding you down?” He asked.

You nodded.

“He wasn’t in front of you?” He asked.

You shook your head, and tried to talk again.

“Was he holding you from behind?” Graves asked before you could speak. You nodded.

“You saw his arms then?”

You nodded.

“Any tattoos or scars of his own?”

You shook your head.

“Did he have a deep voice?”

You didn’t move. Honestly, you weren’t sure. Your eyes flicked around, thinking and thinking. Why couldn’t you remember it just happened?!

“Hey, don’t fixate on it.” Graves told you pulling your focus on to him. He glances at his hastily written notes, and then the alarm clock on the side table. God it was fucking early.

“Kay you can point for this last one… what scars did he leave?”

You rolled up your sleeves and tugged down at the neckline to reveal one shoulder. The precise cuts. He took a deep breath himself and set the notepad down.

“Did he do anything else?” He asked, tired. You nodded. Honestly, Graves didn’t want to hear anymore. He didn’t want you fixating on it anymore. “Let’s leave it for tomorrow. You still need some sleep.”

As Graves was getting back under the covers, his cellphone went off. As he picked it up he got himself an idea, but that could wait until tomorrow. You crawled into the covers yourself, keeping the blanket around you. Graves swore to himself as he read the alert further.

Possible Snowstorm Warning in Affect

“Mr. Graves?” You asked. Graves looked up at you from his phone, shutting it off and letting it charge.

“Graves or Phil is fine kid.” He said.

“…why were you on the news?” You asked.

Graves was hoping you’d forgotten about that. He knows what he did, but he knows how many people perceived what he did. You seemed like a good kid, and you trusted him. If he told you what he did would you still trust him? Phil got comfortable staring up at the ceiling.

“I followed orders… and did what I was told.” He said. “That’s the short of it, and it’s too long for us to discuss tonight. Try to get some more sleep kid.”

Phil shut off the lamp just as you turned over.

Graves waited patiently and wanted to call the station himself. He had a feeling they wouldn’t pick up for him. You were eating breakfast, ready to go at a moments notice. You wanted to ask him about the news still but it seemed to be a sore spot.

You noticed him pacing and checking his stuff and even your stuff. He was going back and forth, while the tv droned on. He was like a dad getting everything ready before mom returned from work so they could get on the road right away.

You looked over at the notepad and pen and tore the first paper off. The notepad was blank again, while your mind was filled. You started to write and there was no organization. One moment you were writing about the cops, the next minute you were writing about what little you could recall, and then you scribbled about all the different encounters you’d had.

“There was that guy peeking in our window the other night.” You wondered out loud. The statement pulled Graves out of his pacing. He looked over to you in the bed with the notepad.

“Whatcha thinkin?”

“The road block was up before he peeked into our window.” You pointed out. Graves was focused on you now. Honestly he’d been more concerned about what the guy had been doing there rather than how he got there.

“Which means he was here before the block went up.” Graves said.

“So either he got here and was wandering around, was already living here or…”

“He took the road I did. Which should have been blocked off for the investigation.” Graves said. Mother fuckers were neglecting evidence.

“If he’s still here at the motel we could talk to him.” You suggested. Graves had a different idea but he did know the guy’s room number. If he was a local, even better. Maybe there were some answers being kept close to the vest. Still you seemed uneasy by your own idea. It was worth a shot. The snowstorm wouldn’t hit for a while, and the cops would call either before noon or Graves would storm the place himself. Honestly he wanted to go commando on that place if only get them to do something.

“Alright get your coat. And bring your teddy.” Graves said getting his boots on and laced.

“Bagel.” you corrected. A little childish but you didn’t want the plush too far away. Made you feel safe.

You followed Graves along the lines of doors and overheard a couple intimate noises yourself. You stepped away from the doors a bit, upon hearing the noises.

“Here we are.” Graves said, and knocked on the door. You waited next to him. As an extra precaution Graves made sure he was in front of you slightly.

Graves knocked again, calling “house keeping.”

There was a muffled voice from inside. The door opened and the man from the night before stood in the doorway. When he saw Graves he stepped back, cautiously.

“Morning.” He said, and looked up and down the way.

“Morning. Mind if I ask you a few questions?” Graves asked, calmly.

“Wh-what is this about?” The guy asked nervously.

“Sounding a little unsure of yourself. Seemed pretty certain last night.” Graves said, getting closer to the guy. “How did you even get here last night with a road block?”

The guy was backing up, not want to deal with a guy like Graves. “Dude you need to chill, I swear I wasn’t trying to creep on your kid!”

“Oh yeah, and where’s your so called friend? The one you were supposed to me-“

“Phil!” You said, catching Graves by the arm. Graves stopped and looked back at you. He softened seeing the scared look in your eyes. You turned your attention to the man who was currently rethinking his choices from last night.

“Could we talk to you?” You asked.

The guy’s name was Jacob. Graves felt a little bad for being so rough with him earlier. The guy was acting different than he did last night. Last night he’d been defensive but he now he was skittish.

“Can I offer you anything? Uh, water, coffee?” Jacob said. You sat down on his bed while Graves stood near you like a personal bouncer.

“No thank you.” You said. Jacob nodded and poured himself a drink. After taking a sip he came a little closer but kept his distance. He was around Graves’s age, wore a hoodie, and had sweat pants on, fit but it’s hard to tell with hoodie. His hair was short, and some peach fuzz on his face. The guy was more focused on Graves than he was on you.

“Do you um… do you live around here?” You asked.

“Kind of… uh, I move around a lot. Staying here with a friend of mine for now.”

“Where is your friend?” Graves asked.

“Out getting breakfast.” Jacob said. “Sorry, can I ask what this is about?”

“You ever seen them before?” Phil asked, nodding his head to you. You looked at Jacob who looked at you. Jacob shrugged.

“Aside from last night.” He said.

“When did you get here?” Graves asked.

“Uh… 7 pm. I took the north road.” Jacob explained. The north road. The road Graves found you. Graves took a deep breath, before leaving the room. You stayed where you were, knowing he was probably working off some steam.

Jacob stood there awkwardly as you stared at the door. “So uh… what’s up with that?”

“Um… l-Long story.” You said.

“Listen, you and your dad might wanna get out of here.” Jacob said. “Not trying to spook or threaten you but uh… this place ain’t exactly safe.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Jacob seemed to regret his suggestion.

“Look just do yourself a favour tell your dad you need to get going.” He said. You looked at the floor and noticed there were a couple of unopened bags. Was Jacob’s friend really getting breakfast?

“Are you… moving?” You asked.

“Something like that.” Jacob said quickly.

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to. Trust me kiddo, you should get the hell out of dodge. There’s some local legends that have reports to back them up.” Jacob warned. His demeanour changed from skittish to fight or flight.

“I’ll go tell him.” You said getting up and going to the door.

“You got a good head on your shoulders. I think your dad is protective enough to take the advice.” Jacob commented. “Stay safe… and I like your plushie.”

You gave him a quick smile and a nod before going into the chilly day.

Graves stormed the police station by noon. He ordered you to stay in the truck again. Anyone who tried to stop him were ignored as he demanded an audience with whoever was in charge.

“Sir, please we are trying to work!” The officer said. The same officer as yesterday, a woman, and a desk card that read “Officer Marwood”.

“Oh are ya now? Then why the fuck isn’t the north road blocked off, evidence is gonna be destroyed if it isn’t gone already.” Graves demanded.

“We had to block off the other road, we’re a small town and resources are limited.” Marwood said, maintaining a calm and collected attitude.

“Then why didn’t you have them go sooner?” He questioned. “You know what fuck it. I’m taking Y/N there myself.”

The officer panicked when Graves turned, and grabbed the commander’s shoulder.

“Sir I cannot permit that!” Marwood said. Graves shoved the officer’s hand off when he was forced to turn around. The entire police station went quiet. The cop was no longer calm, her eyes were wild.

Graves got in her face. “You either step up or stay out of the way, or I can show you the difference between military and me.”

With that Graves left the station, and returned to the truck. He got the snow storm ping again. Time was running out. It was now or never. You didn’t say anything as he got in the truck and took off.

“Are you sure this is where I was?” You asked. You and Graves walked further down the road from where he recalled finding you. His hope was there might be some footprints, or some other trail. The temperature was dropping quite a bit. You were scanning as much as you could but you had been blinded. It was a miracle you could find the road, and you nearly broke down in relief when you felt it at your feet. Graves walked beside you and kept a look out for anything out of the ordinary.

“We went over a bridge after I found you. You had to have come out somewhere nearby.” Graves said. He seemed tense himself, looking around like a dog finding a scent.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Focus on the ground.” He instructed. You looked back on the ground, looking for any traces of you along forest line. You held on to Bagel, Graves insisting you kept Bagel on you. Graves continued walking, getting a couple feet ahead as you stared at a spot on the ground.

“I think…” you said, catching Graves attention. Graves turned and saw where you were looking. There was a trail of foot prints. Your prints. The two of you stood, and stared at the trail. Graves started walking down the path.

“What are you doing?” You asked, fear evident. Graves stopped and turned. You almost looked like a little kid with the plushie in your arms. He checked the time, and it was clear the snowstorm would be coming soon. The gear he had wasn’t the best for harsh snow weather, nor was yours. This was the only shot you had though, the one window and Graves didn’t let windows shut on their own. The snowstorm would cover up any traces you had left.

Graves patted his pockets and found a pocket knife. He stretched out his hand to you, to help you down the small drop between the road and the tree line. “Come on.”

Your eyes widened seeing the knife at his side. The hand outstretched had small flashes in your mind and your legs stiffened. The wind started to blow harder, and you know there isn’t much time left. It didn’t make you less scared. You shook your head.

“Kid we don’t have all day, we need to move fast or we lose the trail. Come on.” He stepped closer to you, gesturing for you to following. You stepped back. If you followed the trail what would you find? What if he was waiting? What if this was a trap? You’d known Graves for a while, but how much did you know?

“What did you do?” You asked.

“Kid we don’t have time!” Graves said urgently. He was half tempted to take your hand by force.

“Tell me what you did… why you were on the news.” You demanded. Graves wanted to haul you over his shoulder right now if only to get you moving. Of course it won’t work that way, you wanted an answer.

“… I hurt people.” He said, looking you in the eyes. “I had my orders. I was put on trial for it. I will tell you more but we need to follow your tracks as far as we can before the snow comes and we lose the only lead we have.”

You took a second to process the answer and then hurried after Graves who started walking as soon as you did. He went to put a hand on your back but you shrugged him off. Graves started to mark the trees as you went. Every stroke was in the same direction. The wind howled and kicked up snow around you. The trees stretched tall above you, as you kept your eyes on the trail you made. Your body tensed and you held Bagel close to your chest, bracing yourself against the elements. It felt like an hour of following your bare foot prints. Graves continued making marks, plenty of them, and kept them subtle. You kept walking, lost in the moment. You felt the cold as if it were on your bare legs, your vision blurring as you trudged along, the wind making you flinch and whimper. Despite your distracted state you sensed Graves reaching out to you again. You flinched and stepped to the side, to avoid him.

“Kid the wind is picking up, I don’t want to lose you in the storm.” Graves said.

“Right.” You said quietly. You stepped closer, and Graves put an arm around your shoulders. You shivered as you felt the wind kick up again. You and Phil stopped, seeing your trail being blown away. Phil cut into the closest tree, close to the stump. He made the mark distinct, and more obvious.

“Time to head back kid.” He instructed. You stared ahead. The storm was coming, but you swear you saw something ahead. Something that made you freeze up. Your legs were locked in place, you could barely hear Graves calling to you. You could see something in the distance. It could see you.

Suddenly Graves grabbed you from behind and dragged you along. You panicked, and thrashed and he’s a bit more forceful. Without thinking you tried to pull away. Graves held your head, getting you to focus on him.

“Kid we need to go! We don’t have time!” He told you. You nodded and took his hand, letting him lead you back to the truck. The storm was picking up as you got in the truck. You got in the backseat and stared out the window. Something was out there, you knew there was. You’d seen it first hand. You scanned the trees as Graves stepped on the gas.

Thankfully the motel had enough power, while the wind screamed and howled outside. You had a warm shower as instructed by Graves and he was having one himself. This whole thing was exhausting you. You had to fight the urge to fall asleep, your wet hair tied back and tucked in the beanie. You were under the covers already, trying to get warm. You tucked Bagel in as well. When you’d returned it was just an order for you to have a warm shower. You hadn’t questioned him when you first met. At the time you were ready to cling to whoever you could. Now it felt you and Graves were cell mates. Thrown together, curious to know what the other did to be sentenced, and wondering how long you would be in for.

He was getting agitated lately, and you felt responsible. It didn’t stop you from wanting to know what Graves did. You wanted to trust him but he was holding something back from you.

You got out of the bed to make some warm water. The tea options weren’t very good, but there were packs of hot cocoa. Good enough. Graves came out of the bathroom just as you were stirring the powder. You brought the mug over to the bedside table as he stared out the window. Phil made his way to close the curtains again.

You sat in silence, sipping your cocoa, trying to clear your mind. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Answers were what you wanted, and needed.

“What happened?” You asked.

Graves really hoped you’d forgotten. He sighed. “Y/N can we drop i-“

“No.” You said. Graves saw the fear in your eyes. It was masked but he could see it. Open book, Phil told himself he would be that for you. He just didn’t think you would read the footnotes. Didn’t want you too. Graves sat on the edge of the other bed.

“What I did was what I was ordered to do.”

“That’s not answer.” You argued.

“You don’t need to kno-“

“Yes I do!” You said, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “I need to know I can trust you, because whether I like it or not you’re all I have. You’re the only one who cares, and… that is fucking terrifying.”

You felt the tears on your face as you steadied your own breathing. Phil couldn’t pretend to know what you were feeling. That feeling of helplessness he’d felt before, but he hadn’t been alone. Truth was he’d been frustrated he couldn’t do more to help you, to take charge of the situation without raising any alarms. Graves could only imagine what you would think of him once he told you the truth.

“And what if you think I’m a monster?” He asked, looking at you, very serious. The question is a warning, about what you would be opening up. You considered the question.

“Then maybe you can scare the demons off.” You said. Phil gave a small scoff at that. He wasn’t sure how to phrase this now.

“I run a PMC called Shadow Company. I get hired by the government to do some pretty high profile jobs and one job led us to tracking down missiles. Lost some good men in losing those missiles. I got orders to detain special forces in Mexico and even had a hit ordered out on men who were working with us. When they fought back things got ugly, and really fucking quick. I followed orders and then the man who gave them to me tried to act like it never happened. So I covered my tracks and exposed his. I don’t regret what I’ve done because I was doing my fucking job.” Graves said. “I was put on trial and I lied.”

You take a deep breath and process the story in your mind. That wasn’t what you were expecting. You asked for it.

“I’m not asking for perfect trust, hell if you want you can take any trust you have for me a throw it into the cold. But I’m all you’ve got right now, and I’m here, and ready to take out this fuck if that’s what it takes. You understand?” Graves said. Fuck sugarcoating and sweet talking. The gloves were off.

“I trust you.” You said. Graves nodded. The two of you sat in silence. You took a sip from your mug, and let the richness help calm you down. Graves got up to make himself something warm as well.

“He made me lick it.” You said finally. Graves set the mug down and looked at you confused. “The blade… after he… he used it on me he wanted me to clean it.”

Phil turned to kettle on and sat down next to you on the bed. A truth for a truth. Not what he’d expected.

“He made you lick the blade clean?” He asked. You nodded, pressing your lips together. You leaned against Phil and he doesn’t hesitate to put his arm around your shoulders. The hell you’d been through made him look like a saint.

“We’ll give them a police report and then leave tomorrow when the storm is over.” Phil said. “Staying here any longer is gonna make us both lose it.”

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[lefttoesucker]

Some more cowboy sketches because art block is hitting and I can't force myself to make any actual drawing 🤠

[x3no9]

Did some editing with FOTOR to bring you Commander Graves as a cyberpunk soldier from the future!

I painted in his hair, fixed the eyes up and altered the colors.

Gorgeous as he is treacherous, always ready for action...

[fortheb0ys]

I saw someone point out Graves' chipped ear and said 'I bet no one noticed this'.

What you talking about no one's noticed? I think about that shit daily🤨

Like dude, I'm licking his ear as I fuck him rough. Licking from his cheek right up to the tip of his redden ears. My tongue feeling the little split. Whispering the dirtiest most shameful words to him. It just another pressure point of sensitivity. Somewhere to focus attention on till he's begging for more.

I just want to give it little kisses and whispers the sweetest praises. I want my words to be the last thing he hears before he passes out of exhaustion.

[callsignfangs]

Graves x GN!werewolf! Reader

Cws: Muzzling, very suggestive themes but no actual action, swearing, very minor degradation. (Please lmk if I’ve missed anything <;3)

Fic starts under the cut &lt;3

It really, really wasn’t your fault.

Was it the recruit’s fault for provoking you? Absolutely. Was it the higher-up’s fault for letting the most bird-brained, impulsive little shits join as shadows? Probably a little bit.

But it absolutely was not your fault, you insisted. They’d provoked you - whispered nasty little degradations into your ears and promptly stuttered away like filthy little rats, like prey. He really couldn’t blame you for your rightful retaliation, could he?

Nope - you quickly learned - Graves absolutely could. And did.

“C’mon, pet. It’s really not that bad.” Rough hands squeezed and pinched teasingly at your cheeks, Graves’ drafty office making the metal cool and icy, “It’s modern fashion. You could strut a catwalk like that, sweet thing.”

His compliments did little to impress you, and even less to stop you from glaring daggers into his head.

Those stupid little condescending chuckles kissed at your ears again, “You’re a damn brat, you know that?” His finger slipped around the thick cage of the muzzle, barely out of mauling distance yet enough to let him yank your head towards him, dislodging it from its mildly more comfortable spot wedged under his thigh, “Ya’ can’t going around yapping at my boys, ‘aight? Well, I’ll forgive the noise, but keep your teeth to yourself. All bark, no bite, got it, little shit?”

You’d be pissed that he found your growling so amusing if it didn’t mean he flashed you that stupid, sexy grin. He was so infuriating and painfully hot while doing it.

That finger was still peeking through the metal - so tantalisingly close. “Is my pretty little puppy angry?” You nipped at his finger, though he wasn’t alarmed in the slightest by the near miss, simply using it as an excuse to further manhandle you. You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to shove that fat bulge in his pants down your throat or violently bash the hard metal right into his balls. Not that he’d let you do either, if that slutty little smirk on his face told you anything, “We should put that big mouth to use, huh? Get it working on something productive.”

It was honestly for the best that you had no clue what effect you had on him. Seeing your nasty little pout staring up at him, head hovering mouth-wateringly close to his core with that thick cage just reminding him of how meek and submissive you were under him. He could shove your face between his thighs and tease you to no end and you’d just whimper and moan, writhing into his touch like you’d been starved of it. Sure, maybe you’d be a little grouchy for a day or so after - nothing a little bit of make-up work couldn’t fix.

God, it put him on such a power trip, having such an untouchable, brutal predator weak under his touch like this. He’d seen you tear relentlessly through charges of men, leaving a fleshy bloodbath in your wake, yet he could have you whining and weeping under his skilled fingers.

He’d definitely be pounding you over his desk right now if he wasn’t at work. If he didn’t have a job to do. But, alas, duty called.

With a rumbling sigh, he unlooped his finger from your muzzle and slapped at his thighs, heaving himself up. He dragged you up in turn, wrenching you to stand by your collar.

“C’mon, pet. The big boss wants a word with you. She’s pretty bent out of shape over this - can’t have an office worker terrorising her poor, innocent baby mercs, can she?” He drawled snarkily, carelessly dragging you to the door. The sidelong glance he took told you that you absolutely hadn’t gotten away with that shit-eating grin you’d shot him. “Don’t think that means you’re off the hook with me, naughty little thing. I’ll deal with you later.”

His last words were reduced to an alluring whisper as he eased his office door open, “Enjoy walking to the prez’s office, ‘cause that’s not gonna be an option when I’m done with you.”

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@theartisticautisticc here’s ur food 😚 only a drabble but eat up 😇😇

[reevesdriver]

This man may be 45 but god damn he's a lil cutie patootie 😊😮‍💨😙

[godeaterazathoth]

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Fill graves is my worst nightmare I honestly hate him cuz he gave me the gay and now I like hyper masculine army men with southern accents

I hate him so much I want to make him cry and chew off all his skin, I hope he is in the 4th game so I can hate him even more than I do now. I will always hate him and any Philip adjacent men (JEFF). I hope all men with southern accents pay for what they have done 👍