#Dom Phillips

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Murdered journalist Dom Phillips’ unfinished book to be published in 2025

How to Save the Amazon: Ask the People Who Know will be completed by writers and environmentalists thanks to a grant from the Whiting foundation

A book begun by Dom Phillips, a foreign correspondent and Guardian contributor who was killed in the Amazon in June last year while researching the project, will be published in April 2025.

The book, titled How to Save the Amazon: Ask the People Who Know, is being completed by writers and environmentalists. On Wednesday, the authors were awarded a Whiting creative nonfiction grant, marking the first time the $40,000 (£32,000) award has been given to a collaborative project.

The judges of the Whiting foundation grant said that Phillips’ reporting on “ecological depredations in the Amazon, completed before his murder in the field, demonstrates impressive levels of access and a deep moral curiosity.

“It’s rare to encounter travel writing that truly shows the reader something they haven’t seen before; the sense of discovery – and, inevitably, peril – is palpable,” they added.

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[kp777]

by Katharine Viner

The Guardian

June 1, 2023

On 5 June 2022, Bruno Pereira and Dom Phillips were killed for protecting the Amazon rainforest. A new collaboration aims to continue what they started

Forest defenders should not be killed for exposing crimes. Journalists should not be killed for reporting facts.

But, one year ago, the Guardian was devastated by the awful news that in the Amazon rainforest, two lives had been taken on the frontline of the battle to protect the planet.

Bruno Araújo Pereira, a renowned defender of the rights of Brazil’s Indigenous peoples, and Dom Phillips, an outstanding reporter, long-term Guardian contributor and friend to many who work here, disappeared while researching a book on how to save the rainforest.

In the weeks that followed, when their bodies were discovered and our worst fears of their deaths confirmed, everyone at the Guardian was horrified. And from that horror was born a determination to continue the work they were doing, covering what our global environment writer, Jonathan Watts, has called “the global war against nature”.

Today, we launch the Bruno and Dom project, a year-long collaborative investigation coordinated by Forbidden Stories that involves more than 50 journalists from 16 media organisations in 10 countries around the world.

Together, we have worked with three aims in mind.

First, to honour and pursue the work of Bruno and Dom. Bruno was totally committed to the traditional peoples of the Amazon and defending their ways of life, and Dom’s brave and humane journalism did so much to bring the stories of Brazil and Latin America to a global audience. We have picked up the threads of their unfinished stories, chased down leads and tried to carry on doing what they can no longer do.

Second, to remind everyone of the beauty, importance and fragility of the Amazon. Watts, who moved to live in the rainforest in 2021 and is the Guardian’s first journalist to be permanently based there, has written about it being the heart of the world – “not the lungs, as is often mistakenly claimed”. But now it beats much less strongly than it did, and than it must, if human beings on this planet are to have a future.

Third, to suggest ideas for how to save the Amazon, and, in time, inspire positive change. This was a central focus in all of Dom’s work, and something that much Guardian journalism strives for.

The Bruno and Dom project, over four days of publishing, will include:

The latest in the criminal investigation into their deaths, including the perspective of friends and family. Three men are currently being held in prison, and police have named a fourth as the alleged mastermind, while the former head of Brazil’s Indigenous protection agency under President Jair Bolsonaro has been charged on the basis that he ignored warnings over the risk of bloodshed in the Javari valley.

The last photographs taken of Bruno and Dom before they were killed, and what they tell us.

A wider exploration of how organised crime, including illegal fishing, hunting, logging and mining, is taking over the Amazon.

An investigation into the global companies making billions from extracting raw materials from the rainforest, including how beef is eating up the Amazon, and the extent of deforestation.

A detailed analysis of solutions for how to save the rainforest.

Read more.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Christmas gift

a/n: more delicious graves for y’all because I personally believe he’s a 5’9 brat who should be my husband instead

minors DNI

"Fuck! Darling that's too damn big, you’re splitting me open every damn chance you get" graves whined as he felt you pull down his boxers for what must been the fifteenth time today. But he was on holiday break, and you had missed him while was gone on missions.

"You’re only half way on, graves" you hum as you thrust into him with ease, your previous rounds making the slide in very easy. His aching member laying against the kitchen table where he was making cookies till you interrupted.

"Please, please darlin" the words fell out of his pretty lips like a praise more then a title, his eyes shut tight and his hips desperately trying to match your fast thrusts as you bucked into him

"Oh god! Love, slow down!" he cried as he felt the burning sensation of cumming dry from the hours you two had spent, bending him over every surface in the house until his gummy walls were carved in the shape of your length. His vision cloudy and his breath uneven as his grip slipped from the table an onto your shoulders as you bullied his prostate and over-sensitive nerves.

graves had teased you about his Christmas gift last night being himself, and god did you take it seriously. He could feel the lingering burns of your hickeys and kisses along every inch of his skin and his hole fluttering around you oh so prettily. You were addicted to even the sight of his pretty hips flush against yours.

His jaw went slack and fell open, pretty moans and whimpers and broken begs falling out loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. Not that he minded, of course. The frosting he had made for the cookies now stained on his shirt which used to be yours. Maybe he wouldn’t come home next Christmas just to be a brat. And just to know you’d do even worse then. You’d probably pull you by the scruff of his neck from his base in front of his men and drag him home like the good husband you are

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

concubine

a/n: I got multiple drafts, but I saw a twitter post about male concubines so. Idk I think imma dedicate this writing to @adrawinggnome cuz fantasy

minors dni

He was much too old to be your pretty little bed-warmer, Phillip fully knew that. You could have tossed him out any time you wanted and replaced him with a pretty boy from anywhere you desired. But he kept begging you to keep him, and so you did.

it was no secret to the courts or to the other concubines of your that phillip was your favorite by far, and he was very proud in showing the fact. He’d do about anything to keep his lavish spoiled life- and of course, to keep being around you. Every passing day he spent with you had made him more and more desperate for your love, your comfort, and so he did what he could to earn it. Did everything to be praised by you, for that was the best feeling in the world to him. A simple touch and a whispered word would have him chubbing up in his silken robes that you has treated him to years ago.

he was the one you sent letters to while away. He was the one who got to sleep in your lavish bed the most. He was the one to get to be fucked stupid every time you came home from war or bustling social events

and luckily for him tonight was one of said nights. The maids had gossiped and whispered about your arrival and your mood of pent up anger from the moment you stepped inside, by the time it reached phillip? He was scrambling to get himself ready, anticipating you trudging up the steps as he tried in a hurry to clean the wine stain off his robe, to try and look perfect for you, and to make your royal bed made; since he had slept in it for half the day because he had simply missed you too much

he was frantically scurrying around till he froze, hearing the door slam open as you collapsed onto your silken bed, your armor making a sickening crack against the bed frame. You seemed more exhausted than you ever had before. Phillip, being the perfect boy he was, straddled you softly and kissed you all over, leaving pretty little smudged marks of his lipstick- a lipstick you had bought him while at a market across the damn continent of course

he took off each piece of your armor while peppering your jaw and neck with kisses, letting you rest your sore muscles while he got you more comfortable. slowly but surely stripping you down to nothing and humming at the sigh of relief at his pretty lips mouthing at your half hard cock. He truly couldn’t get enough of you- your taste, your smell, your look. If he could choose, he’d die happily right in your arms; and what better way to show that then serving you like you deserve?

Phillip mouthed and kissed your tip until you were fully hard, before softly taking you all into his mouth, leaving a bright red ring around your base from his lipstick, his cheeks hollowed out and his throat spasming around your member- he could feel the tears start to dot his lashes, not that he minded.

he desperately grinded against the soft bed as he worked himself up and down, his lips stretched around your erection, teasing you with little licks and kisses on your tip every time he pulled off to catch himself from choking too badly, always wiping the slight drool and pre sliding across his jaw, smudging his lipstick.. a shame really. But at least he looked adorable under you, messy from his blonde hair to his now red cheeks from the soft tears that slid down his face

he whimpered and whined as you tugged his hair softly to rut into his throat, cumming in his silk robes when he felt you tense and paint his throat white, pulling himself off and panting, whining to go again because he ‘wasn’t ready’

he really was a brat, and one spoiled by you and you alone. And he loved you more then he cared to admit

[rodolfoparras]

All this baby trapping is driving me crazy in the best way

idk who I'd want to baby trap more, Rudy, Graves, literally all of the 141, I'm just so obsessed with them! They'd all look pretty knocked up and stuffed ^-^

Cw: attempted baby trapping, breeding kink, 18+

Thinking about graves w/ a breeding kink, who will more often than not ask you to fuck him without a condom, promising he’s on birth control which he is but he can’t help that he forgets to take them some days, who will have the two of you go for multiple rounds till his cunt is dripping from cum and he’s using his fingers to push it back in just in case, who will stay skewed onto your cock for hours making sure you fuck him so rough and deep til he’s sure your cockhead is grazing his womb

It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what he’s trying to do, and although you can’t help but feel blood pooling to the lower half of your body at the sheer thought that graves is trying to have your baby, there’s no way in hell you’d be tied down to him in that way and luckily he hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.

However you still want do indulge him in his little fantasy so you buy him a squirting dildo with fake cum in it, spending hours upon hours using that thing on him, watching that way his body quakes, completely soaked in sweat, and cunt swollen and red.

“Please please I cant” he cries out, head trashing side to side as fat tears rolls down his cheek.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to make you a mommy? Be a good boy and take it”

[thegnomelord]

Alright since 28 is taken Ill do the next best thing 29! Graves and his shadows with M reader, who is a colonel.

I need the wholesome and maybe a bit of the spice ya know. Thank you for soing Shadow company content, i am so starved.

Once again good soup!

Here you go dude, I'm not the best when it comes to writing for a group of people so idk how this turned out :/. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Hug from behind

CW: NSFW, subbot Graves, domtop Mreader, Shadow company fluff, hug from behind, fluff, groping, handjob, cumming in pants.

Being a colonel in the Shadow company and Grave's right hand man, you had a lot of responsibilities. From running drills to stitching up wounds to writing reports and drafting contracts when your magpie of a commander sees a new person he wants to recruit; you expected to deal with a lot of shit, but never in your wildest dreams did you expect to become the Shadow Company's emotional support Colonel.

Colonel Care Bear — it was their nickname for you. You'd made the mistake of being annoyed at the name which, of course, made the little fuckers double down on it. Nothing you did made them stop, even Graves joining in their fun and calling you that instead of your name with a smug grin.

You're not even sure when or why it had started.

It wasn't like you were overly paternal, you just took care of your soldiers. In whatever ways they needed you; The first time you'd needed to give emotional support had been after Jenkins had lost his battle buddy. Jenkins was still relatively young compared to the other Shadows, a rising star that Graves had snatched up, but on the flight back to base he'd been no better than a scared kitten, desperately trying to hold in his sobs. You hadn't said a word when you had pulled him close to you, letting him cry his heart out into your shoulder.

None of the others said a word either, and you didn't bring it up after your plane had landed. You'd expected it to be a one off experience but oh — you were so wrong.

Like feral cats learning to trust a human, the Shadows started approaching you, carefully at first, standing just at the edge of your personal space nervous fingers toying with the hem of their shirts and eyes flickering between you and anything else, until you grew annoyed and pulled them close to you, letting them cry or talk or just sit with their head on your shoulder for as long as they needed; a lighthouse in a dark sea.

Then Williams, who'd had one too many bad missions, had come into your office without a word and plopped himself into your lap while you were busy doing paperwork.

You were surprised, but not too much, with how often you'd found yourself with a Shadow near you you figured something like this was bound to happen. Though you hadn't expected it to be this forward. "Bad day?" You asked.

Williams just grunted into your neck, slightly nodding his head.

You shifted to still be able to write with him in your lap. "Want me to talk?"

You felt his hair scratch your neck when he shook his head, a negative grunt leaving his throat.

"Got it." You said and went back to your work, a hand on William's hip to keep him stable.

Safe to say you weren't amused when Graves had walked in and cracked the biggest bloody smirk when he saw you like that. You were even less amused when he'd whipped out his phone and took a photo of it. And you were ready to piss in Grave's beer after that photo had circulated through the entire Shadow Company, leading to many more similar incidents of a Shadow crawling into your lap when you weren't busy.

It really wasn't their fault your embrace just felt so good and comfortable, your arms perfectly sized and muscled to put weight in your hugs, shoulders just broad enough to make them feel small and safe.

Graves knew this because when he'd needed to confiscate Smith's phone after he'd caught him taking pictures of your ass (not that he blamed him, you had a nice ass but they needed to have some professionalism) Graves had found their simp chat.

It took him days to finish reading all the messages. I mean there were hundreds of texts gushing just over you, calendrer times for when which Shadow could go bother you for attention, not to mention the countless pictures they'd taken of you, from mundane to more suggestive when you were in the communal showers (Graves would die before he admitted he'd needed to rub one out at some of the pictures).

Safe to say that when he gave Smith his phone back Graves was. . .curious. He'd never approached you for comfort like the Shadows did, mostly because he knew he couldn't keep his thoughts pure after just a few minutes in your presence, his throat going dry whenever he feels you pat his shoulder when you pass in the hall.

"Care Bear!" Graves calls when he finds you on your way to your room, using that name just so he can see the irritated twitch of your brow.

"Yes commander?" You ask in that same tone of voice you use when you know he's up to something.

"Oh come on, no need for that." Graves grins, "Ah just need you to do something for me," He says, because he wouldn't be your commander if he was straightforward. "Follow along." He motions with his hand like a dog as he passes you.

Like a dog you follow, so close you cast a partial shadow over him. He leads you to a more secluded hallway, stopping abruptly and hearing you stop too. But you're not close enough, so with an annoyed sigh he says "Come closer."

You raise an eyebrow but do as he says, taking a few short steps closer until your chest is almost touching his back. Without a word Graves suddenly grabs your arms and wraps them around his waist, leaning back on his heels until his back is flush with your chest and you're supporting his weight.

You stall for a few moments just trying to convince your head that yes, your commander is doing that. "Really?" You ask.

He tilts his head to meet your eyes, casually resting his head on your shoulder. "Something the matter Colonel Care bear?" He smirks, reminding you of a very content cat.

You give him a blank look before rolling your eyes, "Could have just said you wanted a hug." You huff and move your arms to really hug him, your hands resting comfortably on his hips, your arms caging him in, the heat of your body seeping into his, your chest rumbling as you mutter your annoyance at the damn nickname.

"What fun would that be?" He says, eyes closing.

And, Hell, Graves gets it now.

He could get addicted this. Your scent and cologne clogs his nose, the heat of your body chasing away the lingering chill of the base. You support his weight so easily it's like he's floating on a firm cloud, forgetting about ranks and war and everything for a few blissful seconds. His mind wanders; wonders what it would feel to have your strong arms pin him every day, what it'd be like to be pinned down, the current gentle pressure turned bruising and demanding, bending him in half and shit— he's hard.

And of course you notice, wouldn't be his right hand if you couldn't read him like a book. "I'm getting the impression," You note, your grip increasing just a bit to keep him still, your other hand skirting down. "That you wanted something more than just a hug." You growl and squeeze your hand, groping the bulge in his jeans.

"Shit—" Graves sucks in a breath, legs scrambling for purchase but you hold him still, his weight still on you. "—I wasn't thinking of nothing." He says quickly, the pressure of your hand on his clothed cock too good.

"Uh huh," You hum, keeping a careful eye on his facial expressions as you experimentally move your hand; Short slow brushes of your thumb against his cockhead earn you little whimpers, unable to hide them with his head still resting on your shoulder. Firm squeezes of his entire bulge has his skin turning a nice shade of pink, his ear hot beneath your tongue as you nibble on it. His thighs part as you bully your hand lower, the strong pressure of your fingers against his balls as your palm grinds into his cockhead making him moan, the stuttered attempts at explaining himself dying out as a visible damp spot grows in his jeans.

"Faster-" Graves growls, his hands grabbing purchase in your hair, yanking your head down into a rough kiss, "-mhh, faster, fuck, man-"

You smirk against his lips. "Ask me nicely." You say, purposely pulling your hand away from where he needs it the most, ignoring his disgruntled sounds. "You son of a bitch-" Graves snarls, breathing rapidly in an attempt to get his frazzled brain to work before swallowing his pride. "Please," He says it like the word hurts him.

"Please what commander?" You wonder, undoing his belt and slipping your hand into his jeans, "Please touch my cock? Please get me off? Please fuck me till I can't walk?" You throw suggestions, applying just enough pressure on his twitching cock to leave him dumbly nodding his head.

"Yes, yes, yes- oh fuck- shit yes-" Phill pants, eyes closing and weakly thrusting his hips into your hand with what leverage he has, seeking out the pleasure that comes with your calloused hand stroking his sensitive flesh. "Fuck- just, ahh-" He breathes in through clenched teeth, "-just please."

"Alright, alright," You hum, increasing your pace, the glide of skin on skin eased by the precum he's leaking, swallowing his little moans and rough grunts as you kiss him. You can tell he's nearing his end with how he begins twitching even more in your hold, hips pushing into your hand sporadically, fat tears prickling his eyes. "Come on then Commander, cum already."

He does almost as soon as you tell him to, his moan swallowed down by your lips as he cums in his pants, your thumb rubbing insistently on his tip to milk him of all he's got, strong arm keeping him close to you.

"You did good commander." You coo gently as you pull your hand out of his pants, and without waiting for a response you push your cum covered fingers into his open mouth. "Real good," You smirk when Phill immediately sucks on your fingers, his brain melted into mush and incapable of rousing his pride to feel ashamed of how he moans at the taste of his own spend. "Such a good boy," Your praise does something to him, has his cock making a valiant attempt to get hard all over again.

The air leaves his lungs when you suddenly push your hips against his ass, making him feel your own hard cock trapped in your pants. "I took care of you," You begin, pulling your fingers from his mouth. "Are you prepared to take care of me?"

[fortheb0ys]

Just thinking of shoving dick into the lips of Graves' pussy like a fucking hotdog. Each thrust the tip of your cock hits his red swollen clit. He begs you to touch him, his pussy or do anything but you're just chasing your own pleasure. You whisper how his good his pussy is, the perfect fucktoy for your cock to fuck into. When you finally decide to touch him it's been over an hour. He's completely lost, unable to form a sentence. His eyes glazed over, tear stains on his face. His knuckles white from gripping his desk and his legs shaking, threatening to give out any second without your bruising hold on his waist. His pussy juice mixed with a load of your cum dripping from your cock And oh boy, was that just be the start of it.

[kraeki]

When in America ⚾️

[gravesdept]

thinkin’ out loud.. bottom! phillip graves x top! male reader

CONTENT: MDNI, FEM DNI, sexual activities, anal fingering, blood (mentioned for a brief part), bottom! phillip graves, smut, Top! male reader, office sex, ooc graves? 900+ words, short cause this is my first work posted

♡　＃　𓂃 on the plush and soft sofa in his office you feel the heat of graves body pressed against yours, your mind racing with thoughts and devilish desires. your hands roam over his scarred n’ pale skin, feeling the muscles ripple mildly beneath your harsh but slow touch.

you can't help but let out a low growl as you press your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. he moans in response, his body arching into yours, almost like his body was begging for more.

your fingers trail down his chest, teasing each of his nipples slowly before continuing their antagonizing descent. he trembles and gasps as your fingers reach his waistband playing with it for just a bit to watch him whine in discontent, fumbling down with the button and eventually the zipper. you yourself can't wait any longer, your cock basically throbbing for some sort of physical treatment or release.

as you push his pants down, his erection springs free, flopping back down onto his scarred stomach, sitting there so prettily against it, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down. you can't resist the urge to lean down and lick it off, savoring the sweet-tangy taste of his arousal. he groans and tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you to take more of his length in your mouth. and you almost let him.

but you have other plans tonight. you pull back and flip him over, pushing him onto his hands and knees. his ass presented to you nicely in this view, and you can't help but just marvel at the sight.

you roll up his shirt more to lean down and press a kiss to his spine before spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his tight entrance. he was still halfly clothed, his shirt was unbuttoned, gear still sitting loosely on the sofa behind you and his pants slung around the ankles of his feet. 

one of your calloused hands slides down his thighs once more before stopping at his entrance, a thumb coming to circle around the rim, teasing if not only for a bit before pushing into the barrier and inside him. graves immediately clenching around the tip of your thumb. whines would most definitely be heard from the outside if not for the mandatory sound proof walls that came with being in a commander’s office.

the dry push of your thumb inside of him was enough for you to contemplate giving him a bit of relief, spitting onto his puckered rim as lubricant. incoherent words coming out of his pretty little lips as you remove your thumb to add a second finger now, your pointer and middle finger moving in and out of him. he bucks down onto your fingers with an animalistic and carnal desire to chase his release.

only a few minutes later and you're already adding a third, now thrusting into him at a speed his alluring little mind couldn’t comprehend, at least not while you’re almost full knuckles deep inside of him. desperate moans leave graves mouth, his lips bruised and coated in the smallest amount of blood after biting them so hard trying to reach his bliss.

once you felt like he was ready you pulled your fingers out starting to unbuckle your belt, graves' head turned swiftly to catch the source of the clinking, looking almost too blissed out from the foreplay that was weighing the inevitable. tongue catching the blood dripping from his lips as he flips himself over to his back again with a bloody smirk on his face “sergeant, if s’you keep goin like this I won't last.” 

the final buckle to pull off your belt is released and now you advance to the zipper which doesn’t take long as you pull down your uniform pants leaving you in those uncomfortable shadow issued boxers, the ones graves so loves to see you in, the ones he wants you to take off right now. 

he shifts on his back to hook his fingers onto the waistband of your boxers pulling you forward, one of your arms landing on each side of his head 

your eyes lock onto graves, his dirty blonde’ hair cascading over his forehead. 

he smirks at you, knowing exactly what's on your mind with the lust ridden on your face, he pulls your boxers down so your cock springs free and slaps up onto your abdomen almost comically. his hand comes down to stroke you, fingers tracing veins on your shaft. the cool air hitting you just right as you groan and take hold of his hand to guide his hand along your length. 

graves watches you with hungry eyes, his lips parting slightly he lets out a low growl, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips to his. the kiss is wild and passionate, fueled by months of pent-up desire. graves moans into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him still dragging long strokes out of you.

as you break the kiss, graves looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

you lean in to capture his lips once again, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. graves responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you. you break the kiss to catch your breath, your eyes locking onto his.

and ohh.. from how his pretty’ blue eyes shined with painful desire, you could just tell this was going to be one hell of a session.

[mr-bas00nist]

Can I get a Phillip Graves x NB AMAB reader smut? Phillip is interrogating reader but then it gets spicy and the reader blows phillips back out? And can you add the reader finding out his name is Phillip and saying "Phillip on these nuts" please? (I am so not mature 😂)

Learn To Take A Joke

Cw: Crude humor, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism and violence

You coughed on your blood as one of Graves’s shadows landed a blow across your cheek. You spat out blood as you laughed. You were trained to endure torture and abuse. Them hitting you wasn’t even getting close to breaking you. You licked your busted lip.

“That all you got?” You questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as the men clenched his hand tightly. “You mother-“ before the blow could land a brunette man gripped his hand. You raised an eyebrow as the man immediately put his hand down saluting. “Who’s this guardian angel?”

You spoke as your nose bled down your face. The shadow glared at you. “And why should I tell you fucker-“ The brunette gave the soldier a sharp look as he immediately shut up. “I’ll take it from here soldier.” He motioned to the door. His blue eyes traced your form up and down as he sat in the chair in front of you.

“The names Phillip, Phillip Graves.” He spoke putting his hand out like you could shake it tied up. You began snickering as you looked to him with a smirk. “Phillip on these nuts.” You spoke with a cackle as he gave you an annoyed look. “Do you know why your here?” He questioned observing his hands.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You spoke with not much amusement as you felt around the knots that bound your wrists together, seeing if you could maybe find a weak one. Phillip hummed pursing his lips in thought before glancing into your eyes. “Are you sure-“ you cut him off.

“Pretty boy, what did I just say?” You spoke with a raised eyebrow as he smiled for a moment. You kept toying with the bounds on your wrist even more as you finally found a weak point. “Pretty boy huh?” He questioned as you shrugged with a nod. “What, can’t deny your attractive can I?” You questioned.

He shrugged as he adjusted on his chair a bit more. “You know, better circumstances and I’d take you to dinner.” He spoke with a teasing tone as you laughed trying to cover up the sound of you pulling rope. “Is that so Phillip?” You raised an eyebrow as he nodded.

“Your pretty too.” You rolled your eyes as you got the knots out of your bound loosening your hands. You clenched and unclenched your sore hands as you just waited for the perfect moment to strike. He raised an eyebrow as he hummed looking over the assortment of torture weapons. He stood up turning.

“Lets see-“ big mistake. You launched up gripping his wrists as you tied the same ropes around his wrists quick and efficiently. You gripped the ropes as you shoved his head down against the desk. He grunted. “The hell?!” He questioned.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Your guys need to go back to the Boy Scouts apparently with the way they tie knots.” Phillip looked annoyed. Aggravated. But, aroused too. He tried to adjust only grinding further and further into your crotch. You visibly grunted.

“stop grinding into my dick dude.” You spoke as he paused in embarrassment. Blood rushing South. You noticed his blush as your raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see.” You smirked with a cocky smile. Phillip didn’t know what to expect. He was certainly surprised when you shoved his face deep onto the desk as he heard a zipper come down.

Graves had no idea how long this had been going on for. Your abusive grip on his hips leaving already forming purple bruises. Your pace never faltering even as you came. He gripped the edge of the table crying out in pleasure and pain. You gave him a snack to his ass before confining your brutal pace as you panted and grunted.

“Taking it so good for me.” You groaned through gritted teeth. Phillip whimpered in response as he buried his head into his arms. He whined and whimpered as you held his head down thrusting faster. You hit his sweet spot head on every time as he began approaching his peak once more as usual. Tingles shot through his body as he let out a silent scream as blanks shot out his cock.

You soon came deep inside him as you finally had enough. You hummed as you slowed your thrust riding yourself and him through orgasm. You soon pulled out watching your seed drip down to his milky thighs. You hum as you pull your pants up pulling your zipper back up. You hum as you caress his hair.

“Good boy. I’ll have to take you out to dinner sometimes.”

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil court drops a suspect in Amazon slayings of a British journalist and an Indigenous advocate

A federal court in Brazil dismissed charges Tuesday against one of three men arrested for the killings of Indigenous peoples expert Bruno Pereira and British journalist Dom Phillips in the Amazon, ruling there wasn’t enough evidence to try him.

Oseney da Costa de Oliveira, a poor fisherman who lived by the Itaquai River, was arrested on June 14, 2022, nine days after the slayings.

Also arrested were his brother, Amarildo da Costa de Oliveira, and Jefferson da Silva Lima, who confessed to the killings but claimed self-defense. The Federal Regional Court of the 1st Region upheld a lower court decision that they will now face a jury trial.

With the ruling, Oseney Oliveira, a father of four, will be released following 27 months in prison, most in a federal penitentiary thousands of miles from Atalaia do Norte, his hometown in Brazil’s Amazon, where the killings occurred.

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[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

pretty ol’ thing 

a/n: today one of my friends decided to judge what I was eating and now I feel bad 😀👍, anyhow enjoy some slutty graves

minors DNI

“fuck..” graves hummed to himself as he tugged on his lacy lingerie he was wearing, trying to get it to look just right in the mirror. You had been gone with work for the entire day and he was antsy- and horny. All his toys just didn’t fill him up as nicely as you did! He wanted you, and he wanted you home now.

so? He set up his phone, and put on your favorite lingerie- the outline of his weeping cock and his cockring showing through the thin fabric, the hickeys you placed on him last night peaking out, and his eyes staring right into the camera for the perfect photo to send to you

he knew you’d be angry when you came home- riled up and hard from just his photos. God he loved that idea even if it meant he might get a bit of a punishment, that’s what he wanted after all! Today he just simply didn’t want to think and getting used like a toy sounded like a perfect way to make his brain fuzzy.

he sat on his bed and waited for the sound of the key unlocking the front door; a pleasant hum rolling off his tongue when he heard you storm through the house. He knew how it would all happen. He must have done this a hundred times.

he gasped softly when you pinned him to the bed harshly, a bratty smile sliding across his lips until you had tugged aside the panty part of his perfect lingerie. He could feel your hot breath against his skin and the harsh burn of you sliding in with only the prep of him trying to tease himself earlier in the day

his hands ached at how you had pinned them behind his back, his lip almost bloody just from how hard he was biting down- your thrusts made him feel like he was choking on your length in his throat- his eyes hurt from rolling back and yet he just wanted more and more and more. He begged and begged for more until he couldn’t even think of a word, the start of his release creeping up on him and making him whine. He could feel you abusing his prostate, it made him gasp and groan.

a wet spot of pre had formed in his lingerie, and his blonde hair all messy by the time you pulled his cockring off, making him cum all over the sheets with a pitiful whine at the mere stimulation. His mind was starting to get foggy and dizzy, words tumbling out with spaces in between and his southern accent punctuated by moans, whimpers, and mewls. He could barely think straight until you painted his gummy walls white, his body shivering in bliss when you finally pulled out and let him catch his breath.

he was such a brat.

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

Phillip Graves’s who has a tad of an oral fixation and is a bit of a kinky little dude mfhfhffmf

Minors DNI

phillip graves who loves sitting under his own desk, holding onto your legs and rutting up on your combat shoe desperately with your dick weighing on his tongue, softly sucking and giving little kitten licks even if your simply doing his own paperwork and only half hard

Phillip graves who loves to ride you so that he can lean and bend to kiss you as much as he can and let you see all the pretty expressions he’s making while his soft walls clamp around your member like a vice

Phillip graves who begs for two fingers in his mouth against his tongue to keep him quiet when he’s squirming and whining while you prep him

Phillip graves who needs you to spit in his face if it means he can feel it slide down his sweat and tear covered cheeks while he feels your cock hitting the back of his throat while he looks up at you with his big blue eyes and teary lashes

Phillip graves who loves when you cum in his mouth so he can taste you deep in his throat for half the day and every time he feels a hickey or mark fade he will like he needs another one

Phillip graves who almost orgasms untouched at the thought of you kissing him roughly with bites and nips until he tastes blood on his tongue and lips and can’t think of anything but the moment itself

[lxvvie]

Sometimes Graves opens the recording with a "Hi, darlin'," southern drawl strong when he wants to praise you or gently usher you to orgasm.

When you've been naughty—Tsk, tsk, sweetheart—and in need of reprimanding, Graves says, "Now, beautiful, what have I told you?" as his opener.

Oh, you text him something raunchy? How nasty, baby. He'll send you a voice message: "Behave, darlin'," like the teasing bastard he is.

Want Graves to send you off before you go to bed? He'll croon, "Sleep tight, gorgeous..."

[fortheb0ys]

A shitty written graves fic cause I've been not writing at all :) FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Foaming at the mouth cause thinking that Graves would look so good in a dress. Just imaging him in a crop top, mini skirt and pink panties.

He'd prance around the Shadow base, showing off. He'll just stroll out of his office and pretend he's not in the most slutty outfit possible. Bend over to pick something up. He'd play stupid full well knowing what's he's doing.

Maybe he did it to their self control to the test or just to put you patience through the ringer. Either way it pissed you off seeing the Shadows steal glances at what was yours. A 'look no touch' rule in place, well to everyone but you.

He would only stop wearing such outfits after one of the Shadows accidentally shot himself in the foot.

His pretty body was all yours. You were his special little Shadow, the only one who knew how to treat him. The lucky few who got to fuck him, were either clumsy, inexperienced or self-centered.

You treated him different. Like a goddess that blessed the earth with their presence. It always seemed you knew what he wanted without Graves asking. Each touch tailored to his needs.

He'd dress all pretty not only for you but for himself. He liked how the delicate fabric felt on his rough skin. That it made him look soft and not that of a trained killer. He felt beautiful and you let him know that.

Even though Graves was a man with an ego never needing to be told how to think of himself, the praise and the stolen looks from you made him feel like an absolutely gorgeous. You were sweet and genuine with your complements.

It'd be so easy to access his ass. Your hand sneaking up his skirt teasing his rim, loose from an early morning fuck session.

Could just finger him at his desk. Or eat him out till his legs trembled. Treat him soft like a princess or rough like a whore.

Keep his pretty little outfit on as you fuck him gently or rip it off piece by piece. Graves is down for anything just as long as you call him your pretty girl.