#bellgrave

[iswateredibletho]

Stanley Pines x Reader playlist but it's all just Pete & Bass songs

[eilidh-eternal]

I just wanted to say that, I'm obsessed with your Nasty Man™️ Johnny MacTavish series 😍 He is so yummy!! Your writting is so amazing!!!!

Aww thank you love! That’s so kind of you to say🥰

I have been lacking these last few days because I accidentally went a lil’ overboard on one of my hc’s for him and, well… you’ll find out why tomorrow🤭

[oughtnots]

exclusivity is up on @dead-and-gone-fanzine! here are my two pieces: “ninnis devoured” and “the cold now creeps”. the latter was part of a collab with writing done by @yourlocalforestcryptid!

[crazyfandomluver]

Bell finds out about Graves being Adlers son Drabble

Bell was going to kill Russel Adler. He was determined to do it after he had became stable enough to do it. But first, he had to find him.

After some time of searching, he found where Adler was staying. He had his gun, his knife, and was hiding behind a bush. Watching silently as Adler pulled up in his car. Bell silently pulled his gun out, aiming it at the car door. A few moments after that, Russell got out of the car, locked it, and then… then he was in Bell's sights! After all that Adler had done to him, he was now in Bell’s crosshairs… He could finally take the shot and get rid of his tormenter once and for all and-...!

... A small shape runs out of the house, laughing and giggling... why was it laughing? Did it not know that he was about to fulfill his destiny and take care of Russell once and for all? And... why was it running directly to Adler?? It could get hurt, surely his tormenter wouldn't let this blonde haired shape get in his way- surely Russell was going to hurt it for getting in his way or push it aside or-!

This can't be... Adler... THE Russell Adler, just picked up the small, fragile, smiling kid, and- he's holding him?!? Why is he holding the kid?? And why is he smiling!? Wait... they're talking about something. Listening in, Bell overhears the conversation, "Did you burn the house down while I was gone, sport?" Adler asked, and the kid giggled, kicking its feet and grabbing a fistful of Adler's hair and tugging faintly, eliciting a faint chuckle from the scarred man. "You silly!" The little boy laughs with a shake of his head, his blonde hair getting in his eyes. Blonde hair… that looked only a little lighter than Adlers’ hair. Blonde hair that was in the exact same styling as Russell’s. Who is this kid? Why does he not care that he’s being held by a killer??

The boy makes another comment, some kind of joke apparently, because Russell laughs again, before setting the boy down and ruffling his hair, which made the kid giggle with glee. “C’mon son, let’s get inside” Bell tensed at the name ‘son’? Surely it must be some sort of nickname or something like that, there was no way that Adler had a kid… Backstabbing, lawbreaking Adler who had put a bullet in his side with no remorse… it wasn’t possible that he had a kid. It requires love and care to properly raise a kid, and to raise them happy at that too… Adler couldn’t have raised a kid this entire time. He was too busy with stopping Perseus, there’s no possible way. Bell reassured himself, exhaling slightly

Just as Bell had calmed himself down, the kid smiled, pulling on Russell’s arm as they walked towards the door. “Walk faster dada!!” The boy exclaimed. No. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. Bell lowered his gun, his head spinning too much to be able to point the gun straight any longer. How is it possible? Adler was with him and the others the entire time! How could Adler be this kids dad, when he was on a mission this entire time? When he wasn’t with anybody?? Yet, Adler did mention having an ex-wife… it was entirely possible that the kid had stayed with the wife while he was working…

Bell shook his head and retreated from his spot, heading back towards his car. He had to think about this new found information about his enemy, about the care Bell saw in his eyes as he looked at the kid. He would be back, that’s for sure. He wouldn’t let this be the last time their paths crossed… No… this would merely be the beginning of a new understanding, a new plan, a new way for revenge…

@pampanope @whitewolfmystery @bellgraves @dustofwarfare @imagoddamnonionmason

@adlersoldspice @mrsphillipgraves @sweet-samnang

@tw1nkee28 @edenkyubiko @lemons-pears

Banner is not mine it’s just a temporary filler until I can find mine own

[candy616]

Ha!

like father like son part 2

Graves vid by my luv @bellgraves 🥰🥰💖

[xxavengingangelxx]

At Ease

Summary: A one-shot of reader and Graves seeking comfort after an ambush by Konni.

@bellgraves I hope this is something like you were looking for when your gave me that idea/request in December :)

Wsrnings: SMUT, NSFW, MDNI! I cant believe i forgot to add this wanring!

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Your ears were ringing and the tears in your eyes were making your vision blurred. Your other senses were barely working. You thought someone was trying to talk to you but your brain wasn’t working either.

The adrenaline from the firefight between Shadow Company and Konni was still affecting you so when someone put their hand on your shoulder you almost jumped high enough to hit the ceiling.

“At ease, soldier,”

When your voice picked up on the fact your commander was talking to you, you snapped out of your reverie. Your senses were still dulled, especially your hearing, but your put that up to all the gunfire and explosions from the firefight.

“Sit down,”

“M’fine,” you stuttered.

“Have a seat,” Graves’s hands led you to have a seat on the bed.

You tried to keep telling yourself that your were safe at a Shadow Company black site with your commander keeping you company in the same room.

“What happened?”

“Ambush,” came your one-word reply.

Your senses tuned your world out again until you felt something cool and wet on your face. You jumped and Graves pulled away, holding a white, damp washcloth that was now stained red with blood.

“Is it mine?” you whispered.

“Don’t think so, just calm down,” Graves commented.

The cool washcloth was starting to feel good after initially feeling shockingly cold. So you leaned into it. You’d figured out that that blood indeed wasn’t yours. Apparently it had belonged to either a Shadow killed or injured or a Konni soldier killed or injured. Maybe both.

So the next time Graves brought up the washcloth you placed your hand over his. You looked up to meet his gaze for the first time. His eyes were…watery.

And for the first time since the ambush, your mind stopped focusing on you and started worrying about your commander.

“We lost some good men,” Graves commented, his voice almost breaking.

You didn’t know what to say. Graves’s men were likely family to him. There was a picture of Graves and all his men together in a group with Graves grinning in the middle. That picture was everywhere. Graves said he kept that picture in his office, in his work vehicle, his personal vehicle, and at home even.

So you scooted forward from your position on the bed and hugged him. It was hard with both of you still wearing vests and field gear but you managed to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

You then said, “We lost some. But Konni lost more,”

Graves broke off the hug and placed his hands under your arms before pulling you closer. He was also sitting on the bed now and in order to make yourself comfortable you had to wrap your legs around his waist as he hugged you again.

And then you did something that maybe you shouldn’t have done. But something deep inside you was almost screaming at you to. You kissed your commander. On the lips. Just a light kiss.

When you pulled back you met Graves’s gaze. You couldn’t read it.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve—”

Your voice was cut off when Graves kissed you back. His lips crashed onto yours. And when you parted your lips slightly his tongue swept your mouth possessively.

You hands worked their way into his soft yet tangled blonde hair. Your legs closed around his waist and you could feel his hardening length, even through your uniforms.

Graves pulled at your vest until the Velcro ripped. He pushed it off your shoulders and onto the floor beside the bed. So you did the same to him. Or tried to. He shoved you, kinda hard, and forced you onto your back on the bed. He finished taking his vest of himself before climbing over you, knees on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you beneath him.

You arched your hips into him and your could feel he was hard. The motion made him groan.

He disarmed you first with quick, slightly trembling fingers. Your sidearm was dropped next to the bed and it made a thud.

“Say it again,” you commander growled against your lips as he lazily thrusted against your, making you gasp and moan.

“Wh—what?”

Your shirt met its demise next, leaving you in a tank top before it too was tossed on the ground. Your bra was unclasped in the blink of an eye.

Graves lowered his face into your chest, licking, and sucking and your breasts.

“Say what?” you whined in between gasps.

It suddenly clicked in your lust-riddled brain. The phrase that had probably triggered this whole endeavor. “We slaughtered more Konni than we lost,”

Graves’s hasty hands unbuckled your belt. He then pushed his own uniform shirt off his shoulders before yanking your pants off and pushing them off the bed with his still-booted feet.

He then produced a knife.

And used it to cut off your flimsy underwear. The knife then cluttered to the floor.

Graves shifted his weight and you now had your legs wrapped around him. He kissed you again, biting your bottom lip harshly enough that you wondered if he drew blood. His lips trailed down your chest, your stomach, before…

His lips and tongue rasped your clit, almost as if he was trying to draw out the tiny nub even more.

You cried out, your hands falling to his hair once more, gripping it tightly and pulling him closer.

Graves groaned underneath your grasp of his hair, your nails scraping his scalp. You arched into him and he wrapped his hands around your ass, drawing you closer.

His tongue was then inside you while his nose still rubbed your clit. His hands grasped both sides of your ass, drawing you closer to his mouth.

And while his tongue was nowhere near your g-spot, the combination of his tongue inside of you, his nose rubbing your clit, and a hint of his teeth pushed your over the edge.

“Phil—” it was the first time you’d called your commander by his first name and certainly the first time you’d moaned his name in such an erotic way.

You’d always been attracted to Graves. But figured it was improper to think about fucking him. Yet you did. Many a night you’d brought yourself to orgasm and imagined it was him over you.

You never once imagined that fantasy would come true.

Graves had simply pushed his tactical pants down to his knees almost before rubbing his hard length against the lips of your pussy. Your pussy was already sticky and messy from your first orgasm.

You arched towards him, wanting more, wanting him inside of you so deeply that his cock kissed the entrance to your womb.

Graves chuckled darkly at your desperation and for a moment your glared at him for laughing at you.

You weren’t expecting it when he slammed inside you to the hilt in one go.

You cried out, screamed even.

But not in pain. Moreso in shock and surprise.

“You wanna act desperate, then take it,” Graves rumbled. As he pressed his face into your neck, sucking hickies you knew would be visible the next day as he settled inside of you.

His voice was always sexy but now it sounded absolutely sinful.

Graves moved inside of you and it dragged a rugged moan from your lips. A ragged moan that Graves was soon swallowing himself as his lips again made contact with yours. You tasted yourself and Graves when he kissed you and you had to admit you didn’t hate it.

His tongue didn’t reach your g-spot but his thick, veiny, long cock sure did.

It took no time at all to get you cock-drunk as Graves pulled out and slammed back into you.

You head fell back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could hardly believe your luck. Your very attractive commander was between your legs and buried deep inside of you.

Your hands went up to his shoulders and scratched, making him whimper and moan as the combination of pleasure and pain made him toss his head back in ecstasy.

When Graves had had enough of your nails drawing blood from his shoulders and back, he easily pinned your wrists on either side of your head before thrusting into your hard, steady.

He was hitting that spongy spot deep inside you each time he pushed back in and you were at a loss for words.

You could tell Graves was close to the edge when his thrusts got harder, faster, and when they started losing their rhythm. You felt that heat building in your own body, especially as he was now grinding his hips against you, stimulating your clit at the same time he slammed in and out of you.

You met his thrusts as you chased your own rapidly approaching high.

Your high and climax hit you harder than you expected and you expected yourself to cry out Graves’s name once more. One his hands left your wrist and placed it over your mouth. Your cries of pleasure were only audible to him as he chased his own orgasm, his thrusts rapid and desperate before cumming inside of you, shooting thick ropes of white cum directly into your fertile womb.

“Can…Can’t anyone hearing you, darlin,’” Graves gasped as he rode out his high.

His head collapsed on your chest and funny enough it was almost as if you could feel his fast, thundering pulse at his temple. You were sure he could hear your own rapid heartbeat as he laid on top of you, his blonde hair looking darker than normal as sweat stuck his hair to his forehead.

“No one can know,” you said drowsily, running your fingers through his now-damp hair.

“My boys aren’t the jealous type,” Graves responded.

“No?”

“They might ask to join in next time, though.”

[walker33961]

He’s toooo dreamy ..

💋

- to his scars

Cr : @quantumsapphx - on twitter

<3 : @alypink @welldonekhushi @sofasoap @bellgraves

[the-shotce-newsletter]

I started this months ago after Infinity Ward committed the unspeakable and got sucked into a lovely convo with @bellgraves and @walker33961 . I’ve re-sketched it many times but I think I’m finally happy enough to finish it? Kinda also wanna include a chibi version based off the OG sketch, it was more silly. Should I add Laswell somehow?

[phillip-graves-wife]

Graves x f!reader smut cuz im ovulating :D

MDNI

SMUT

"D.Darlin..right fuckin there.."

Phil loved you,especially like this.on your knees,his hans tangled up in your hair controlling your pace as you wrapped your delicate lips around his length making him gasp as your teeth passed over each vein on his covered in spit and precum shaft.To keep your own self occupied,Phil had given you a toy that sent pulsing vibrations into your soaked pussy making your legs twitch every so often as you let the spit in you mouth connect in a string to his cock as he lifted your head.You let out a small whine but didnt protest much beyond that...

He held your hand helping you up with a quick swipe he sweptbyou off you feet throwing you onto the bed lining his dripping cock in your slit rubbing his length between your wet folds making your back arch and your mouth quiver as you gasp."R.ready he asks sweat dripping down his tan skin as your hands held onto him one finger tracing his scar as he looks down at you when you give him a small nod

He pushes his cock head into you earning a groan from him making him twitch inside of your writhing wet cunt.It was intoxicating taking his deep thrusts into pounding on your cervix your cries and pleas of you made him pound harder "Atta girl..k.keep those pretty noises spillin outta that pretty mouth" he said throwing his head back in pleasure "Thats my gorl fuck..fuck im close.." he says readjusting so he can interlace his fingers with your as he pounds relentlessley. "Cmon Darlin..Tell me ypu want this cum.." he panted getting faster as you clenched around him

"P.please Phil..n.need you so fuckin bad.." you manage to get out panting and squirming underneath him

He pumps faster and you can feel him start to shoot hot ropes of his cum flooding ypur sensitive cunt as you orgasm. Clenching around him moaning so loudly anyone could hear you but you didnt care.Phil slowly pulled out of you cum spliing on to the sheets and your thighs.

"That is just what I fuckin needed" Phil let out a chuckle before laying himself next to you so you could lay on his chest

"Ive gotcha now Darlin.."

You could get used to this

@bellgraves 💙💙

@candy616💗💗

Sorry this fuckin sucked

[shadow-0-8]

I haven’t finished it yet but here’s my Graves’ cosplay. i made everything from scratch, even dyed the dress shirt lol

@bellgraves Gucci belt

[crazymushroomvee]

HII SORRY FOR BEING DEAD

I have a teaser for my WIP ready, yay!

This is also a different timeline, not au

The readers character (only mentioned in the teaser) is inspired by @bellgraves !!

The Bakery..?

NOT GOING TO BE WRITTEN

There are no warnings yet.

"I got an extra job for you boys." Laswell added during a mission debrief.

"How many needed Kate?" Price's gruff tone questioned. Soap, Ghost and Gaz kept quiet and listened.

"Two, and we can't provide much outside support.." She sounded a little annoyed.

"Why? What kind of mission is this?" Ghost piped up sounding slightly puzzled. It was strange to have little support.

"We got a hot tip. Graves told us about an arms dealer who supposedly has links with Konni, AQ, and even El Sin Nombre. Mostly sells Intel and weapons." Kate sighed.

"How does Graves know all of this? What's his source?" Gaz added suspicious.

"We don't know.. John, who are you sending?" She didn't seem to trust the Intel herself.

"Me and the Sargent will go." Ghost followed up, gesturing to Soap. He got a curt nod in reply from the Sargent.

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OKAY, SO WHAT WE THINKING YES OR NO? (I had so many different versions, that's why it took so long.)

[doyl1st]

Sterling’s sense of style and his mannerisms were heavily influenced by his mentor, a wealthy socialite by the name of Pierce Bellgrave.

Pierce was in something of a transparent closet.

Now Sterling dresses and acts like a middle aged fruit basket.

[5ft2sunflower]

Hip-Hop’s Breakout Stars Include Two Rappers in Their 70s

British duo Pete & Bas upend expectations. ‘Breaker breaker, Pete’s in the pub with a baked potato, pint in his hand and a Sunday paper.’

James Hookway Dec. 27, 2022 at 11:08 am ET

MANCHESTER, England—Basil Bellgrave, one half of British rap duo Pete & Bas, stalked the stage on a recent night here, riling up the crowd. “You need a lesson in being a man,” he spat. “Tuck in your shirt and pull up your pants, listen again if you don’t understand.”

Mr. Bowditch is 72. Mr. Bellgrave, 76.

At a time when younger people debate how old is too old to run for president or why so much wealth is in the hands of their parents or grandparents, Messrs. Bellgrave and Bowditch are upending expectations about what seniors can or should be doing—and building a few bridges along the way.

“I think they’re fantastic,” said Will Sullivan, a 20-year-old economics student, lining up to get a T-shirt after the show. “Pete and Bas have totally changed how I think about the older generation.”

“They’re legit artists,” said James Bayat, a disc jockey who interviewed the pair on Unity Radio here in Manchester, northern England. “They’re opening doors for everybody.”

Pete, with his south London drawl and soccer tattoos, and Bas, tall and lean with a silver ponytail trailing off the back of his balding head, have hundreds of thousands of followers on Instagram and TikTok and a clutch of gold discs. The Manchester show was the first night of a nationwide tour and they have performed with some of the biggest names in drill, one of the grittier genres of street music popular in Britain. Outside their shows, fans mob them, pleading for autographs and selfies and, sometimes, making sure they get a taxi safely home.

Exactly how a retired mailman and a notary public became the elder statesmen of the U.K.’s hip-hop scene requires some explanation.

Crowds turned out to see Pete & Bas perform on their recent tour. Above, the opening night in Manchester, England.Photo: James Hookway/The Wall Street Journal

They readily admit it started as a lark. Mr. Bowditch said he started getting into rap after his granddaughter Lily kept changing the presets on his car radio and he got tired of putting them back.

He later met Mr. Bellgrave, who was giving piano lessons in the backroom of a grocery store in southeast London, where managers were posting tongue-in-cheek songs to Instagram to promote a homemade health juice.

“Basil Juice,” as it was called, wasn’t a hit.

Messrs. Bowditch and Bellgrave formed a lasting friendship that soon saw them in videos, driving around south London bobbing their heads in time to drill beats and spraying cans of lager outside corner stores at passersby.

“We’ve been best friends ever since really,” said Mr. Bellgrave. The two have been making music since 2017.

Bloggers on YouTube and elsewhere have tried to find out if the Pete & Bas phenomenon is too good to be true and whether it really is them performing.

The music was recorded with help from their grandchildren and their grandchildren’s friends, chiefly a pair of producers who go by the handles Handsome Dexter and 91shots. The performances that Messrs. Bellgrave and Bowditch put in make clear they are taking the lead, even if they do get help keeping the slang and pop culture references up-to-date.

Other lines are distinctively them.

After the show, Messrs. Bowditch and Bellgrave posed for selfies and signed merchandise, often for fans in their teens or 20s.Photo: James Hookway/The Wall Street Journal

“Breaker breaker, Pete’s in the pub with a baked potato, pint in his hand and a Sunday paper,” Mr. Bowditch says in one track.

“You don’t wanna come round here you’ll get mashed,” Mr. Bellgrave snarls in another. “Run a man down in my sandals, I’m too hot to handle, you don’t wanna take this gamble.”

“The initial reaction was, hey look at these old guys rapping, that’s funny,” Mr. Bellgrave recalled, knocking back a beer in the dressing room before the show, a wide-brimmed fedora perched on his head. “But then they were like, hold on—this is good. How can it be funny and good? It doesn’t make sense. This is the whole thing with us.”

The duo has an expanding crew of collaborators who appear in their videos, some of whom were recruited from their local pub.

Two of them, Patrick Karneigh Jr. and Norman Pain, teamed up with their friend, who goes by Kev, as the Northern Boys. They opened for Pete & Bas on their tour.

“It’s nuts out there,” Mr. Karneigh said midway through their set. “They knew all the words and were doing them right back at me,” chants of “PKJ! PKJ!”— his initials and rap name—ringing around the venue.

Later, Mr. Karneigh, who is 75, whipped off his shirt as the Northern Boys returned to the stage to perform their breakout hit, “Party Time,” and its lines about having “a wife at home and she hates me. I sleep outside ‘coz she makes me.”

Pete & Bas have opened doors for other seniors, including the Northern Boys—Patrick Karneigh Jr., left, Norman Pain, center, and their back-up dancer, Kev.Photo: James Hookway/The Wall Street Journal

As Pete & Bas took the stage, a mosh pit formed as the crowd bounced up and down. In the front row, a young woman opened her shirt and motioned Messrs. Bellgrave and Bowditch to sign her chest as the venue’s medical staff looked on warily.

“I’m more worried about them than the audience—it’s usually the other way around,” one said.

By the time they returned for their encore, Mr. Bellgrave had discarded his overcoat and shirt and was wearing only his pants and suspenders. Mr. Bowditch wore a marijuana T-shirt, his trilby hat already lost in the crowd.

“That went all right, didn’t it?,” Mr. Bellgrave said as they made their way to sign T-shirts at the merchandise stall after the show. A crowd was already gathering, chanting “Pete and Bas! Pete and Bas!” as they got their marker pens ready.

“At our age we’re just buzzing that we can still go out and have these adventures,” Mr. Bowditch managed to say before their fans engulfed them.

[mellamame]

[crazyfandomluver]

So, I need some help with my oc-... what height do you think Adam is? Asking because I did choose a height for him... but it doesn't feel right to me. So, I'm going to do a poll, first we will choose the foot height, then I'll do a second poll with the inch's height

Info post about my oc

Picture Post of my oc

Mutuals tags! (If you're a mutual of mine and I didn't tag you and you want to be tagged in my update posts, let me know!!):

@pampanope @whitewolfmystery @bellgraves @dustofwarfare @imagoddamnonionmason @adlersoldspice @mrsphillipgraves @sweet-samnang @theseareregularthoughts @tw1nkee28 @edenkyubiko @lemons-pears

[candy616]

Ratler, Persik and Kitten Bell

Saw Ratler by @angstkings and @godsfavoritelitlesilly on my dash and couldn't just ignore a rat 🐀

Persik and Bell for my luv @bellgraves 😘

(sorry for the weirdness 😹🙈)

*Persik is a popular Russian name for cats