Chat History
Remember: everything Phillip Graves says is made up.
Phillip believed in a lot of things - that America was the greatest nation on Earth, that his boys were the unbeatable standard when it came to world class mercenaries - and that pretty little things like you would look so much better in his kitchen at home (ideally, in a cute little sundress, barefoot with a bellyful of his kids) than in rough and tumble world of Shadow Company.
“Darlin’, it just breaks my heart to see you workin’ in a place like this.” He commented, leaning over your desk to tug at the collar of your uniform, all mock-sincerity and appreciative glances - though he hated how the thick Shadow Company uniform disguised your softness. Gave you ideas he disapproved of - like going out on the field with the boys, or being anything other than his sweet, eager to please wife-to-be. Even if your adorable, dumb lil’ head hadn’t quite realised just how good being Graves’ girl could be.
“You know…” He drawled, his fingers running up from the collar to caress you‘s cheek. “You don’t have to work here. I’d take care of you, doll. All you gotta do is ask…. And say please.”
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