#phillip graves

[x3no9]

Playing around with some effects. Here is a scene from my newest MakaGraves fic. I have spicy versions on my P page.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88380136/chapters/234402106

[moonlitmaribel]

Graves hates your bf

⋆⟢ PAIRING ! Phillip Graves x F!Reader

⋆⟢ WORD COUNT ! 451

⋆⟢ WARNINGS ! MDNI (18+ explicit), alcohol, relationship conflict, possessive behavior.

Graves, who could never quite tell you how he felt, no matter how hard he tried.

Graves, who sat there, quiet and steady, listening while you ranted about how shitty other men treated you, jaw tight but never saying what he really wanted to.

Graves, who kissed you one drunken night and called it a mistake the second it happened. Swore to you it wouldn’t happen again.

But now that he’s had a taste, he can’t forget it—can’t forget the way you felt, the way you tasted, the way it’s been stuck in the back of his mind ever since.

Graves, who watches you kiss your boyfriend and silently wishes it was him.

Graves, who goes extra hard at the gym after spending time with you, pretending his punching bag is your boyfriend’s face.

Graves, who hates your boyfriend and hates him even more when you tell him about a new argument you two had.

Graves, who drinks too much when thinking of you, trying to drown feelings he can’t admit, even to himself.

Graves, who fantasizes about tasting your lips again, the sweetness of your saliva, intoxicating.

Graves, who vows he’ll protect you, regardless of what it takes.

Graves, who swears you’re already his, even though he knows you aren’t.

Graves, who finds himself missing your warmth whenever he’s alone in bed late at night or buried beneath a mountain of paperwork in his office.

Graves, who dreams of you more often than he’d ever admit—some dreams innocent, others filled with a longing he can’t quite shake.

Graves, who tells himself he can wait, even as every passing day makes that promise harder to keep.

Graves, who jerks off to pictures of your beautiful face—he can’t help it, cumming entirely too fast and too much as he imagines your hand on him.

Graves, who swears he's done with this shit, won't be getting off to your pictures anymore. But by the time midnight rolls around, his hand's wrapped around his cock with your photo on his phone screen anyway.

Graves, who holds you and consoles you while you and your boyfriend have yet another argument.

Graves, who swears he won’t kiss you again—until he does, and this time he doesn’t want to stop. Even with tears streaming down your face, you are gorgeous to him.

Graves, who promises he would never break your heart the way your boyfriend does every time you argue.

Graves, who is stunned when you pull him in for another kiss.

Graves, who swears you are the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

Graves, who doesn’t hesitate to let his hands roam your body, squeezing any bit of flesh to hear you gasp into the kiss.

[applbottmjeens]

Ay look Graves is calling

[sinfulstargirl]

More of Graves and ana reader? That was so therapeutic💜 maybe one where she relapses and starts starving and overworking and they habe a slow morning together

💘 ︎♡ ︎💖

he's sipping black coffee in the kitchen, humming along to a country love song, his heart blooming for you and only you. 'we're a dream come true..suited perfectly for eternity..me and you..,' he sings.

you're managing a smile; the guilt of the last few days has been hard to compartmentalize. you were doing so well, but graves keeps reminding you that with all things, especially healing, it comes in waves, and you didn't lose all your progress because you slipped into the spiral. that time period existed when you were taking your power back from the sinister ana and always will. all you need to do is begin again, and know he'll always be there to hold you when you fall.

he wraps his arms around you from behind, making you sway with him, warmth taking over your gut. you're laughing softly, stealing his coffee for a sip, but there's something triggering about coffee because ana owns that, too. she makes you replace most meals with it and use it to curb your appetite. you frown softly, but there's a fire roaring in your gut.

you do want to get better.

you're placing it down, and he's taking your hand in his, twirling you around, and dipping you, holding you so safely in his embrace. 'it's me and you, darlin’. i'm yours forever,' he tells you, his warm blue eyes full of adoration, 'and i'm proud of you.'

[sinfulstargirl]

Phillip Graves comforting his girlfriend after finding out shes anorexic?

💕

he walks into the bathroom to find you on the scale again. 'do you weigh yourself every morning and night?' he asks, confused.

you're wiping tears off your cheeks. 'get out, please. get out,' you croak. how have you gained a lb when you've been water fasting and counting your steps? you can't tear your eyes off the numbers screaming at you. you feel bloated. obese. more in love with the comfort of ana than anyone in your life as she's laced herself through your bones and screams at the hemispheres of your brain. she's your addiction that can never be sated. the more you feed her, the fatter you feel.

he's looking at your naked form, his hand reaching out to gently trace your protruding spine, a knot in his stomach as he sees the bruising from all the sit-ups you do. he's dragging his finger over your hipbone, his eyes stinging with tears. when he looks at you, he sees someone who's exhausted and drained. someone who he loves so much; all he wants to do is help you feel better.

'need help,' you croak.

he's nodding. 'we can get you some help, darlin.' he's pressing a kiss to your head. wrapping you in his big arms, his cologne serenading your senses. you're melting into him, so weak that the only thing giving you strength to keep going is her.

'i love you,' he tells you, sitting on the bathroom floor with you in his lap. 'i'm so sorry.' he's caressing your head.

'i'm sorry,' you whisper, mind foggy.

'everything's gonna be alright,' he soothes. 'i'm right here.'

[shadow0-1]

🪒

[suds-inatrenchcoat]

Nikolai has a picture of Graves being thrown several meters into the air by a particularly rambunctious yearling bull hung on the wall. If Graves ever decides to get too cocky Nikolai shows him the picture again. It's hung like a museum piece, little nametag and all.

[moonlitmaribel]

I want to start posting my writing on Tumblr, but I’d really love a few people to read it over first! 🥹

If anyone would be down to beta read some Phillip Graves (COD), Jeff Sadecki (Yellowjackets), or Robert Stahl (Shades of Blue) work and give me your thoughts, PLEASE message me! 😭

Mutuals/followers are especially welcome, but you absolutely don’t have to be one to reach out! 🫶

18+ only, please! The stories are written with a fem reader/female reader in mind, but men are absolutely welcome to beta read too!

I promise I will be eternally grateful. <3