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Money is tight, so Robert does what he knows best - scrounging. Sometimes, scrounging involves sending pictures of your dick to a sugar daddy on a weird app so you can pay rent and buy a mattress. Sometimes, it involves finding out your sugar daddy is your coworker and you’re in love with him.
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- Part 1 of the ‘want want want’ universe
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30 Nov 2025
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John Price is not doing well.
He's swamped in paperwork, drowning in responsibilities, and worst of all, Laswell is making him the laughingstock of the Special Forces.
So, pent up and frustrated, he takes his anger out on the one person he feels has started it all: the pesky, quiet little operator Laswell forced him to take in.
Roach.
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04 Nov 2025
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As Shadow Company returns from a rough mission, Graves can feel tension in the air. Thankfully, as the good leader he is, he knows how to help his men relax and blow off some steam.
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09 Oct 2025
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“Beg for it,” The Shadow said, and this time he bent forward to whisper it into Graves’ ear, a hot breath fanning against his lobe, sending goosebumps all over his body. He clenched his fist tighter—his knuckles turned white, as he exhaled loudly.
“Fuck me,” he said, voice small, mustering everything that he had to say it aloud, his ego be damned.
“I said,” The soldier grasped his hair, yanking his head upwards so they were back to chest, grunting when he felt his hair was being pulled with brute force. “... beg for it.” That deep, husky voice muttered into his ears, and he whimpered when his hair was yanked harder, waiting for his response.
“P-please,” he begged, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain and pleasure mixing as he choked up, breath caught in his throat.
“Please, fuck me,” he continued, and the guy finally released him, letting his body fall back unceremoniously onto the couch.
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- Part 1 of Graves and his Shadow Company
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08 Oct 2025
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The hand on his nape gently scratched into his scalp before he felt a calloused palm running down his bare neck beneath the shirt collar—sending goosebumps all over his body. His breath hitches when a thumb pressed into his collarbone, gentle but firm.
“Shit, you’re fucking burning.” He heard the guy say in the next second; his husky voice, so calming, instantly relaxed him despite how bad his headache was. He wanted to say something in response, to tell the Shadow that his head was hurting like shit, that he wanted to vomit, and wanted to go back to his living quarters, craving the comfort of his bed, but to no avail since he couldn’t muster the energy to say it aloud.
So he mumbled it into the Shadow’s chest instead, though incoherently so.
“Shhh,” the Shadow cooed softly into his ears, with a hand combing through his hair repeatedly. The sudden urge to tear up hits him out of the blue—he had never let himself be this open and fucking vulnerable, letting the ‘Commander Graves’ mask peel off so easily to expose the real ‘Phillip Graves’ beneath all the strong suits that he always wore around his Shadow soldiers.
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- Part 2 of Graves and his Shadow Company
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08 Oct 2025