#phil graves

[palesweetdeeer]

.. this was funnier in my head

[bluecarolina]

reader is married to Philip Graves but has no idea about her husband’s work & everytime she tries to ask questions he shuts her up with ridiculously expensive gifts 🧚

girl 🤭🤭 this is delicious

content: MDNI, manipulation???, unhealthy relationship, breeding kink, fem!reader, implied age gap (in my mind)

Phillip knows he’s fucked up before he even enters the house. He knows because of the way the sun is setting in the sky. The way you don’t come running to him when he steps through the door. He knows he’s late home again and he sighs at the questions he knows are coming.

“Sugar? I’m home.” He calls out as he makes his way into the kitchen. You’re standing there, a pout on your pretty lips and your arms folded across your chest. Phil can’t help but smirk slightly - he secretly loves it when you’re mad. He loves coaxing you out of it with his words and his hands and his mouth and his— No, he thinks. He can’t go there yet.

He reaches out to you, his big hands landing on your hips. He dips his head, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear. You can’t help but melt slightly, moving your hands to his chest. “You promised you’d be home for dinner.” You whisper, pouting harder than ever. “What’s so important at that job of yours that means you don’t come home to your wife?” It’s not the first time you’ve asked about his job and it probably won’t be the last.

Phil just chuckles, squeezing your hips and feeling the soft fabric of your nightgown beneath his fingers. He pulls back, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Baby, what have I told you, hmm? My job is nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, yeah?” The words and the way he says them… it makes your insides feel all warm and soft, but you still try to put up a little bit of a fight.

“But—“ A finger to your lips shuts you up. Phil shakes his head, his eyes flashing with annoyance for a split second.

“Shh, sugar. You leave my job to me, okay?” He fixes you with a look that makes you shrink, nodding instinctively. As soon as you submit to him, a smile spreads across his cheeks. “That’s my good girl.” He drawls out, squeezing his hips before stepping back. He roots around in his bag and excitement swirls in your stomach when you realise what’s coming. A gift.

Phil turns around, a smug look on his face as he holds out a sleek black jewellery box. “Here we go, doll. For my good little wife.” You snatch the box from his hands with a squeal, opening it to reveal a beautiful (expensive) diamond necklace. A gasp falls from your lips as you run your fingers over the precious jewels, all annoyance at him being late and all queries about his job conveniently pushed from your mind.

“Phil! They’re gorgeous!” You beam, looking up at him. You place the box on the kitchen counter before stepping towards him and looping your arms around his neck. You press your lips to his, murmuring into the kiss. “Thank you… I love it…” His hands settle on your waist and you sigh, causing him to break the kiss with a chuckle. He dips his head to your neck, kissing across your skin as he speaks.

“Not as gorgeous as you, baby…” There’s a satisfaction in his voice now. He knows he’s succeeded in his plan to distract you. Again. “I think I still have some making up to do, though, yeah?” He mumbles, his hands dropping down to squeeze your ass while his teeth sink into your neck just enough to make you squirm.

Before you can say anything, Phil lifts you up into his arms. You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the master bedroom on the top floor of the house. He kicks the door shut behind him, depositing you on the bed. He groans when you land on the soft mattress, looking at your body sprawled out before him like a feast. This is what he makes it all worth it, he thinks. Coming home to you.

You watch as he unbuttons his shirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Slowly, he kneels on the bed, picking up one of your ankles and kissing along your leg. Your calf, your thigh, your hip… He pushes the material of your nightgown up over your hips, nuzzling against your stomach. You reach down, running your fingers through his hair. Phil sighs, eyes fluttering closed as he rests his forehead just above your belly button.

Maybe he should put a baby in you, he thinks to himself. That would be the biggest distraction of all - a fat baby on your hip to take care of. You wouldn’t keep asking him questions about his job then. Maybe it would be a boy, a son. Someone to carry on the Graves family name. Plus he’d get to see you all round with his kid, marking you as his in the most primal way—

A growl rumbles from his chest, making your breath catch in your throat as you watch him crawl up your body until his face is inches away from your own. He grabs your chin, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands roam over your body as his tongue explores your mouth. He nips lightly at your bottom lip before pulling back to speak.

“Mine.”

And he plans on reminding you of that all night long…

[gravesaholic]

Introductory post?

I’m not new to tumblr but I am new to sharing my art and stories so bear with me while I learn how to do all that.

Anyways, hi. I’m Anissa. 22, from Arizona now living in the south. I’m also like super obsessed with Phillip Graves. I’ve joined the club. I’ve been posting my art on TikTok for a bit but I want to be able to post without the fear of judgement. Anyways, I figured it was time for me to actually find a place for me to post freely about him, my art and my stories. So here I am :)

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I drew this mid may, my technique has improved since then and I’ll continue to share more of it with yall. I’m also working on a selfship fic, I’d like to get more of it finished before I decide to start posting it. BUT I SWEAR I’M A GOOD WRITER!

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All that to say, I’m just excited to share my work with you all. Whoever is reading this lol.

[eleu22]

everyones fave little psycho

[callsignknives]

What is with this man and making this fuckass face. 🥹 babes are your lips chapped?….

[manicrouge]

Anyone But You Phillip Graves x F!Reader Cw: you hate each other but not enough to not get #freaky, p-in-v sex, shameless brief smut, slapping, dirty talk Note: I forgot this man existed... can I interest any of you in a sprinkle of Mistah Graves?

He's a spiteful little bitch, is old Phillip.

He makes you fickle, as thorny as a bramble bush, and that bastard smirk on his face. Oh, you want to grab his mouth by the fistful and rip it clean off.

But it's his hand on your mouth, although, his spite reigns tall and proud as he looks down at you. He's loving every fucking second of this. You can't close your eyes to get away from him, either. He's sadistic; he wants you to look, and when you close your eyes, he lifts his hand off your mouth and delivers a slap to your face.

It throbs, the ache worsening when he grabs your face again.

"No fuckin' turnin' away from me, darlin'," he spits through gritted teeth. Your cunt clenches around his thick cock and he chuckles, "yeah? You like it when I call you darlin'."

You grit your teeth, "Go fuck yourself."

"Oh, darlin'," he tuts, hips stuttering as the head of his cock kisses the edge of your cervix. It's deliciously sinful and, for a moment, you almost forget that you're tucked away in a backrooms of Alejandro's base. "Don't need to do that when I've got you gushin' round my fuckin' cock."

[staytrueblue]

Price and Graves were created to be exactly opposite of each other

Graves: a man who was once a soldier who felt limited in his abilities so he left that life to become a mercenary, giving him more freedom but ultimately showing that he cared more about the money, following orders he was given not caring if it harmed people.

Price: a man who is a soldier who felt limited in his abilities so he worked his way up the line becoming a captain in a role where he was trusted with making decisions that were morally difficult but allowed him to do what he believed was the best outcome for saving people and lives.

This is so fascinating to me because Shepard indirectly calls Price emotional more than once but also refers to Graves as a dog with a bone. A blindly obedient killer vs someone who actually cares.

[beanie-bop25]

Commander Phillip 'Graves' - Thinking about...

Thinking about Civilian!Reader who is Commander!Graves pretty little trophy spouse. Their age gap, while not as vast as some of his associates and their spouses, was enough to make his own mother blush when he introduced the pair to one another for the first time. Civilian!Reader who met Commander!Graves at work as a Barista. Graves always asking the pretty thing behind the counter to make his drink, even after Reader accidentally got it wrong that one time.

Commander!Graves who'd always had an eye for pretty trinkets, knowing the moment he saw you standing at that whirring coffee machine that you were far too precious to be working your poor, soft hands to the bone.

Commander!Graves who'd put a ring on Civilian!Reader's finger after not even a year of dating. Coaxing them to quit their job as a Barista to become his pretty little house-maker.

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Hi, all! Beanie here!

Incase you weren’t aware, I actually have a discord server called ‘Beanie’s Tearoom’ I’d love to invite you to join ❤️ we host gaming nights, movie nights, crafts nights and have so many different people to chat to from all walks of life!

Not to mention I post sneak peaks of upcoming work and do polls on what I should write next 🤭

Linktree is in bio, along with links to my other socials 🥰I can’t wait to see you there!