#phil graves

[takenbythestarcatchers]

This was the cutest thing. 😭

[da1systhings]

OK POOKIE DAYUM😛😋😋😋

[mentoskova]

The Shadow himself

[foap-enjoyer]

Graves: So I don't really get it. You're British, but you don't wanna be lumped in with 'the brits'. Care to explain? Soap: It's like if I said you were from Florida. Graves: *Horrified eagle squawks* Soap: Actually no that'd make a lot of sense...

[darlingor]

Yes king come back in the exact same outfit you “died” in🥰

[takenbythestarcatchers]

He made the “😐” face and I giggled.

[the-ineffable-cross]

Shadow 3-07 Information

Although 3-07 is primarily a field medic, they are fiercely loyal to they fellow Shadows and essentially hate anyone who has hurt them. This is why they are often called in to help with... persuading enemies to give them information. And, well, being desensitised to blood and wounds definitely helps!

They often use a creation of their own making, called 'Medical Fire'. They use it to cauterise large wounds if needed, but it turns out it can be quite scary (and convincing!)

Good thing it's mostly harmless... but the ones getting threatened don't know that hehe

This is my art please don't repost :]

[da1systhings]

im screeching

[kaminokatieemoved]

Stay || Phillip Graves

Synopsis - Alejandro Vargas's base had been admired by Phillip Graves, so he took it and turned it into a sizeable covert facility for the Shadows. Whilst Soap and Ghost managed to evade capture, you and Alejandro weren't that lucky. You were taken prisoner and placed into separate cells away from each other. After a few hours, Graves finally comes to see you...

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight voyeurism if you squint, lewd talk, slight degradation.

You were sat on your knees as you looked around the barren cell, the stone walls and flooring made the already tiny room unbelievably cold. If it wasn't for your jacket, you were sure you would have goosebumps. You were currently locked-up in a cell inside Phillip Graves' 'new' sizeable covert facility, one he had admired and taken from your friend Alejandro Vargas.

You were alone in your cell and you had no doubt that Alejandro was on the opposite side of the facility, after all a rescue mission from Ghost and Soap was inevitable and the Shadows needed to make it difficult for them to rescue the two of you. Your hands were uncomfortably tied behind your back and even after many futile attempts to loosen your restraints, they remained securely tied. Your throat was dry and hoarse from all the yelling you had done since you had been thrown in the cell. You demanded to see Graves and the only response you had gotten was "soon".

Your knees were beginning to hurt from being sat in the same position for hours but, just as you were about to shift your weight to change positions, there was movement outside of your cell. You turned your head to the direction of the door and saw two Shadow's fumbling with the keys to your cell. Once they stopped fumbling with the keys and managed to open the door, they entered and dispersed to the corner of the cell revealing Graves to you. He was smiling his usual movie-star smile as he swaggered up to you, playing with a knife between his gloved fingers. "Y/N."

"Graves," you spat out almost venomously. Any love you had previously had for him was now replaced with total distain. He let out a chuckle as he stopped, mere centimetres away from you, placing the knife on his belt. A hand made it's way to your cheek, stroking you every so gently, as if touching you would cause you to shatter into a million pieces all over the floor.

"My love," he tutted, allowing his fingers to trail down to your chin. "I always did love it when you were on your knees for me."

His lewd words had your eyes rolling back into your head with impatience. At one point those words, in that silky voice, would have made your knees weak but now it made your stomach turn. "Grow up," you snapped. You stared directly into Graves' eyes with a hatred you had never held for anybody before and you knew he knew it. But for him, this was all part of the fun.

"Do you not remember my dear?" he asked peering over at the guards. "Do you remember how you would kneel for me and take my cock in your mouth so well?"

"Stop it!" you snapped, glaring at him. It didn't take you long to come to your senses and rip your head away from Graves' grasp but he chased you.

"What's wrong?" Graves asked as he tilted his head to the side. "Embarrassed?"

"No."

"Shadows," Graves took a step back from you now turning his attention to his Shadows in the corner of the room. "Leave and lock the door behind you."

One of them hesitated before speaking up, "are you sure, Sir?"

Graves simply nodded and watched as they walked out, leaving the cell and locking the door behind them as instructed. Locking the door wasn't meant for privacy, after all you could see inside the cell as the 'door' was just bars, it was simply so the two of you weren't easily disturbed. "See, now we're alone," Graves smirked as he patted the top of your head. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I wasn't embarrassed," you retorted. You watched as Graves circled you, like a Hawke circling its prey.

"No, I know you weren't," Graves mumbled. "I know you got high on the possibility of us being interrupted, which is why this is the perfect place." he motioned to the surrounding room with his arms wide.

"The perfect place?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Graves just nodded in reply, watching as your facial expressions went through the motions as you tried to figure out what he meant. When you finally realised, you almost gagged. "I am not having sex with you."

"Think again sweetheart," Graves tutted walking closer to you once more. You furrowed your eyebrows in anger and spat at him. This only angered Graves and caused him to grab your hair in his hand, tilting it to the side to expose your neck to the cool air. He leant down to your ear and whispered, "I know you want too."

"I want too?" you asked, almost laughing in his face. "The old me jumped at every opportunity to be in your bed, but not anymore Graves. Not anymore."

"What changed sweetheart?"

This time, you couldn't help the small laugh of disbelief that rumbled in your throat. "What changed?" you echoed. "You changed, clearly."

"I changed? How?" he asked. His confident demeanour faltered slightly to one of confusion as you continued to speak.

"You took Alejandro's base, Graves. You tried to kill us!"

"I'd never try to kill you sweetheart, you know I love you," he mumbled, letting go of the fistful of your hair. Your head snapped back to its original position before you followed his movements.

"You tried to kill us," you repeated. "And for what? Why, Graves. Tell me, why."

"You wouldn't understand," Graves shook his head before turning to point a finger at you. "But everything I've done, I've done for you."

"For me? Graves, you didn't do anything for me-" you started, only to be cut off by Graves throwing you harshly to the ground. He sat on top of you, straddling you, his eyes baring into your soul.

"I did everything for you, to protect you," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "I love you."

"I loved you too!" you yelled back at him, watching as his eyes widened at the use of past tense language. Without thinking, Graves pressed his lips to yours roughly, seeking some form of intimacy from you. You hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually melted into the kiss. Your mouth opened as you felt Graves poke his tongue into your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you hummed in approval at the sensation. It was safe to say your mind went blank as Graves let his hands roam over your body. Thoughts cast back to previous love-making sessions, some raw and primal while others were soft and gentle, nevertheless they were always memorable. Graves pulled away from the kiss and sat on top of you staring down at you as a whine escaped your throat. You couldn't help but buck your hips up in an attempt to have him fall back on top of you, however Graves stayed put and admired the way you looked beneath him. You wanted nothing more than to pull him back down, but with your arms behind your back you couldn't do anything but ask him. "Kiss me again."

"With pleasure doll," he smiled softly before leaning down and capturing your lips once more in his, this time more passionately than the last. Graves couldn't help but notice the way your hips bucked up against him in a manner that oozed need. From the way you were looking at him, he knew what you wanted... what you needed. He licked your lips before parting ways and staring down at you with doe eyes whispering, "do you want this?" You nodded your head to say yes, but after you saying you weren't going to have sex with him, Graves needed to hear the words leave your lips. "Use your words pretty lady. Do you want this?"

"Yes Graves," you muttered, staring back into his eyes. "I want you, now."

"Then who am I to deny you such things, my lady," Graves chuckled before kissing you once more, almost feverishly. You smiled into the kiss triumphantly and bucked your hips up once more.

"Fancy unshackling me for this?" you asked cheekily tugging on your restraints, however, Graves simply shook his head and flashed you a smile before tugging your trousers and underwear down to your ankles. The sight before him took his breath away, your already glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cell.

"Already wet for me?" Graves hummed, dipping a finger gingerly into your folds. He gauged your reaction and watched as you arched your back at the sudden sensation, desperate for more. He slid his finger inside you with ease and pumped a few times before inserting another finger. This caused you to gasp and arch your back once more, a moan escaping your lips. Graves turned his attention to the cell door before looking at you once more with a raised eyebrow. "Does it excite you? Knowing my people are right outside that door and can look in and see you underneath me at any moment?"

You nodded your head and looked at the door. You were almost aching for somebody to look in and see you being finger-fucked by the Commander of Shadow Company. Your eyes glazed over as you looked back at Graves, the top half of your body being pushed forward with the force in which he was rapidly drilling his fingers into you. He chuckled at your expression before quickly removing his fingers and popping them into your mouth.

"Suck," he commanded. You followed your orders and sucked on the two fingers that had been inside of you, tongue swirling around the tips languidly. "Good girl," he mused quietly, using his free hand to unzip his khakis and freeing his hard cock from its restraints.

You looked down and gasped slightly, Graves' fingers falling out of your mouth. "I swear you've gotten bigger since last time," you whispered marvelling at his cock.

"This is what you being tied up does to me angel," Graves chuckled. He used his saliva-lubed hand to grip his length and give himself a few tugs before getting off of you and tapping your ass gently. "Turn over for me, get on your knees." You nodded and obliged rolling over, with some difficulty, to get onto your still cuffed-hands and knees. It took a second before Graves was lining up with your entrance, his hand on the back of your head pushing your cheek against the cold, stone floor. "Ready sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yes," you whispered breathlessly, closing your eyes tightly and bracing for the initial thrust. You yelped in surprise when Graves pushed himself into you, bottoming out completely in a matter of seconds. Despite the sudden burning feeling of being stretched, you moaned at the idea you were finally full of him once more.

"Oh God," Graves moaned loudly. You panicked and checked the cell door to make sure nobody was peering through, but nobody was... yet. "You feel so good."

"So do - ah - so do you," you moaned out as he began to thrust in and out of you. Although this wasn't your first rendezvous with Graves, it always felt like the first. He always found new ways to pleasure you, new positions to try and new ways to embarrass you with the words he said.

"Such a tight little cunt, and it's all for me," Graves moaned out, pulling out of you before slamming back in.

"Yes!" you chanted. "It's all for you!"

Graves wasted no time in spanking you flat against your cheeks that were on display for him. Red marks formed in the shape of his hand, something he would be proud of for days to come - if he could show people, he would. He knew you always had a thing for wanting to be put on display for people to see. You yelped in pain at the sudden contact against your ass, but was quick to moan when the pain subsided. Every sensation, every feeling, was always new with Graves and it was something you treasured.

You were about to ask for it harder, but Graves read your mind. He grabbed fistfuls of your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. He spat in your face and laughed at your expression of surprise. "What's wrong? Gonna cry?" he asked. You shook your head as a no, which earned a smile from Graves as he patted your head. "'Atta girl."

"Gonna cum," you groaned out. Graves was relentless in his thrusts, never faltering or slowing down as he continued to pound into you.

"That's right baby, you can cum," Graves nodded, tightening his grip on your hair. "Cum for me you dumb whore."

"Gonna cum!" you repeated, louder this time as your release neared. It only took a few more thrusts before you were cumming all over Graves' cock.

"Fuck," Graves groaned, lolling his head back. "I can feel you gripping me baby. God, you're gonna milk me dry." You were unable to say anything in response as your orgasm washed over you. Graves continued rutting into you, his thrusts faltering slightly which signalled to you that he was close to cumming himself. Graves' grip on your hair loosened as he dropped his hands to your curves, nails digging into the fat on your hips. "I'm cumming now!" Graves announced as he continued to thrust into you at a quick pace. It took a few more staggered movements, but eventually Graves was spilling himself into your tight cunt, groaning your name as he did.

You looked over at the cell door to see the two Shadows from earlier peering their head round to see what all the noise was about, but they were quick to look away and resume position when they realised what was going on. "Jesus Christ," you mumbled, flopping onto the floor.

"Yeah," Graves agreed, pulling out of you with a slight pop. "That was amazing."

"Tell me about it," you replied, flipping over to look at Graves with lust-filled eyes that had glazed over from tears of pleasure.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly as he zipped up his pants.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied. You motioned down to your pants and laughed to yourself slightly, "mind helping me with these?" you tugged on your restraints reminding him that you couldn't pull up your pants.

"No," he smirked devilishly. "Want everybody to see who you belong too."

"Graves," you warned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Alright, alright," he raised his hands up in defeat before he made his way over to you and helping you pull up your underwear and pants. He buttoned them up perfectly and you shuddered as you felt his cum drip down the side of your thigh. "Come on, spill, what's wrong."

"They'll come for me soon," you sighed. You knew Ghost and Soap wouldn't let you rot away in this new covert facility, they would come for you and Alejandro.

"When they do, you're gonna have to make a choice darlin," Graves said shaking his head.

"A choice?" you asked, cocking your head to one side.

"Whether you wanna stay here with me or," Graves paused for a second before he continued his sentence. "Go with them."

You stayed silent as you looked Graves up and down. You couldn't stay here - what Graves was doing was wrong, maybe you could talk him out of it. Maybe you could talk him into leaving whatever mistakes he had made in the past and move forward with you into the future. You knew your place was with Ghost and Soap, not with Phillip Graves and Shadow Company.

Graves looked at you, his eyes speaking to you before the words left his lips. He undid the restraints on your arms, finally, and you sighed a sigh of relief. "Please... stay with me."

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