#cod graves

[evolbones]

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[artkfwks]

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[kmbanshee]

RAAAAHHH 🦅🦅🦅 🇺🇸

Lowkey forgot I made this lmao - Gotta love the American babes

[codthrow]

some graves drawings to get familiar with drawing him heee

[tojisteddy]

Unbeknownst to most, Phillip Graves is not the worst ex husband in the world.

Not the best, but the man is just shy of a B.

Theres not a doubt in his mind that he loved you, he still loves you. But sometimes love can be a little messy, adding a little too much over protectiveness with small hints of jealousy and maybe it just wasn’t the right time.

Co parenting isn’t a issue for him, doesn’t need to be asked twice about doctors visits, or the little graduation ceremony held at the end of the year for your one year old who hasn’t a clue what’s going on at day care. He’s recording the milestones and sending them to you when he’s not deployed, asking to hear the babies voice when he’s is— hell, the man is still paying your bills in the house he left for you and your baby even though you told him not to.

It’s when you bring a new man around, old habits don’t die soon. Phillip Graves doesn’t mind arguments in the parking lot at the meeting place, or sizing up the first guy you tried to bring around wip just couldn’t handle the intimidation from Graves, randomly popping up to your house with the key he still has to see if the ‘cameras still work’ or the ‘drain is clogging right’ just as you’re about to make out with the person you were dating.

The bastard.

Today’s no different, the southern man actually approved of the guy you’re seeing for once. Didn’t put up a fight, had a look in his blue eyes you just couldn’t read. A tension in his shoulders when he picked up your baby for his last couple of days before deploying, ‘oh, this might actually be the end of it.’

But after two months, all he wants to see if you and your kid. Hear the rabbles and babbles of your beautiful child you created while you smile and go through all the pics he’s missed out on. But today is quiet, babies down for a nap, Phillip can hear the rustling of laundry upstairs, the tv low to some show with 7 seasons. You’re pretty when his eyes land on you after making it upstairs, curls in two low ponytails, small hoops in your peircings, plain violet mid sleeve tee shirt that just compliments you so well, jeans that hug every curve on you just the way he likes. Mouth watering.

He gives the open door to your bedroom a knock. “Hey sweetheart.”

You try your bed to smile, but it’s meek, “Hi Graves, welcome back.”

Graves blue eyes wash over you, gh way you keep shifting on your feet, a little drained, “What’s wrong honey? You alright?”

You couldn’t hide it even if you tried, “Me at that guy I was dating broke up.”

He leans against the dresser, turning the volume lower on the tv, he takes it in, nodding, “Huh.” But now the question is, why would anyone on gods given earth want to break up with a prize like you? He feels his jaw lock, “Can you tell me what happened or was it just some bullshit.”

A bit of both.

You sigh, “He couldn’t fathom that I would put our child before him. And when I told him he should rethink it, he tried pinning it on me. That I could leave the baby with you—“ you take a frustrated deep breath out. Putting your energy into folding the pile of clothes on your bed. It shouldn’t be so heavy on your mind- but it’s gnawing at you. Irritated you that someone felt entitled like that, even if you’d only been dating him seriously for 4 months. Phillip would never think like that—

“I bet you’re happy it ended though right?” You try to laugh it off, eyes finally meeting his. And he’s got so much a soft look on his face when he looks at you, but it’s disgruntled, eyebrows knitted together, leaning against the dresser with his arms folded over his chest.

“Why would I ever want you t’be unhappy [+]?” Says it as if it’s a curse. The whole thing below him.

“Doesn’t matter that we’ve fought like cats ‘nd fuckin dogs, ‘nd broke my fuckin hard slidin me divorce papers— maybe I fuckin needed it t’ open my eyes.” And Graves slowly crosses the room towards you. “But I’ve always wanted what’s best for you and our kid, that aint ever gonna chance ‘long as I’m alive. You and the baby come first, doesn’t matter what’s going on. That includes making sure yer done right by even if it ain’t from me. I’ll knock the fuckin lights out that bastard or anybody else over you darlin, that clear?”

You nod, butterflies swarming in your stomach just as they’ve always have. Graves hand found itself low on your back, other hand lifting your chin.

“Good,” his thumb runs over you plump lips, planting a much needed one on them. Gentle, warm, Phillip pulls away, back of his knuckles rubbing up and down your back. “How ‘bout we take it easy, stay together as a family. Put on some Pixar movie, get all the snack ya like, cuddle up close. Just like we used t’, huh?”

You’re breathless, mind hazed over you can’t help but give him a, “yes.”

Almost as if the military man had planned, your babies cries fill your ears from the monitor and not too far down the hall.

Graves gives you that classic charming smile, “You finish this up, I’ll get the baby changed.”

It’s so easy for things to fall into place, easier when you force them too.

Maybe if Graves had known how perfect you’d fall back into his arms, he would’ve sent a stupid bastard who didn’t deserve you your way sooner.

a/n: graves is fvcked but he’s my fvcked up southern man.

[corporalellie]

[yooo-lets-go]

He can’t talk right now, he’s doing hot girl shit

[codnasties]

farmer graves 🪦 (🌽 link)

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.

too bad, he will have to fuck more of his cum into you later, but not before pulling your panties up and making you keep a mess between your legs all day.