a/n: long ass doodle, badly done, mostly just to project some stuff, but it's hurt with fluff
featuring @karlachismylife's OC Ved'ma, Graves, Price and Nik (at the very end lol)
One day Graves slips up during a briefing with Shadows and names some distance in kilometers because Ved'ma's been exorcising the "wtf is a kilometer" out of him (she said no walks together unless he uses kilometers and they cannot live without their walks).
Shadows almost declare this a federal emergency and are horrified that their Commander got brainwashed.
Just learnt that Graves has O+ blood type, so the obvious conclusion is that he snatched Ved'ma by saying "Yeah, I donated blood this morning, but I still have enough for a boner 😏" and Marusya of course sighed heavily and went home with him
Because the dumb bastard donated blood and forgot to eat after, almost passing out in result, if not for Ved'ma. And also blood donating is sexy.
I just think Graves loves peanut butter and Ved'ma doesn't, so she'll get a whole jar and feed it to him with a spoon; then kiss him and whisper "this is nuts" into his lips
I also fucking hate graves but damn if he ain't cute with his southern charm. I need to punch that fucker right in the throat
It's one of the biggest crimes he has ever commited. Sorry I'll make it about my OC because oh my fucking god she's the only one who can at least somewhat handle it (she can't).
All I can think of is him sitting bathed in sunlight with messy hair, reading through an insurance paper with squinted eyes because he wasn't planning on working this early in the weekend morning and left his glasses in another room when suddenly he got the idea to check some terms and conditions. Crow's feet around his eyes and wrinkled housewear shirt wiith rolled up sleeves.
Ved'ma stares at him with so much hatred bubbling inside that she almost snaps the handle of her tea mug off, and when he finally notices and looks up, trying to remember what he did this time to deserve an upcoming punch to the face, she has the biggest, angriest scowl as she tells him to go fuck himself for looking so cute before she even had breakfast and can deal with this shit.
Leaves the room cursing in Russian, because he looks even cuter with that momentary confusion on his face before he gets all smiley and gets up to go after her and get his morning hug and kiss.
I woke up desoriented before my alarm and can't even understand where in time I am right now
Therefore I must inform everyone that whenever Ved'ma wakes up like this, she spends all the time staring at Graves sleeping next to her, slowly getting progressively more emotional about the unfair ways life treated both of them, forcing them to never be able to have something normal.
Graves always feels this through his sleep and finds a way to pull her closer, effectively neutralizing the threat of Ved'ma spiraling. These are the mornings when they make out barely awake and end up falling back asleep millimetres away from each other, because carrying the constant realization of your own doom on your shoulders is fucking exhausting
Grave'dma but it's Graves with an oral fixation (MDNI)
Marusya has him sucking on her dogtags, the old ones she's had since Urzikstan. Cuddled up with their legs intertwined and his head cradled against her chest, the chain digging in her neck slightly when he pulls away too far, so he keeps close, playing with the old metal with his tongue and feeling the ring of the tags pressed between his lips. It's sweet, it's comforting, it's quiet calm down time for them both as he listens to her telling him words of love.
But also him getting punished for saying some cocky shit again. He has to sit with the dogtags in his mouth and suckle, and Ved'ma pats his cheek and calls him "good sh'en" (good pup) and pulls on the chain, so he has to resist the force, because it's a test and he isn't allowed to let them out yet.
Or when it's not a punishment and Marusya just wants some reading time and Phil needs some quiet comfort, he lays his head in her lap and she lets him suck on her thumb with a ring, twisting it around as he pleases. Sometimes she presses down on his tongue and if he looks up he can catch her looking at him with a smile from the corner of her eye.
Maybe she even had him hold her crowbar in his mouth once, with the thrill of the possibility that she's gonna put force on the other end and just snap his jaw out of his skull. Heavy weight in his mouth, the taste of iron not letting him distinguish whether it's just the crowbar or he cut his tender skin on it.
Graves also obviously gives Ved'ma's strap blowjobs, moans and whimpers around it with his eyes blissfully closed, lashes fluttering open only from time to time to look up at her, stroking his hair. She doesn't push him to take it deeper: she doesn't need to; all Ved'ma needs to do is say that she likes his southern drawl with a bit of a rasp, and he gags on the strap himself to make his throat sore and raspy.
