a/n: I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of writing gay cowboy smut. Anyhow Im 🤏 this close to going insane (my countries so doomed)
minors DNI
Phillip whined almost pitifully as he felt the hot metal press up against his face, his mind flustered and fuzzy as he registered the burn of the ropes around his wrists and the grounding weight of your calloused hand holding his hips with an bruising grip. His pants tugged down and your spurs making a stupidly loud click sound whenever you bucked into him hard enough- his mind seeing stars and pleasure shooting through his tingled nerves whenever your thick tip hit inside him just right.
He was trying to think of how exactly he fell into this situation, bent against a trailer with his feet barely touching the ground, sore in all the wrong places. He remembered going to the rodeo tired and bored and really fucking lonely, how tempting his flask looked in his bag, and damn… he was pretty sure the person behind him was one of the rodeo men he saw earlier preforming some saddle bronc riding and cow roping. He in all truth hadn’t been paying much attention. You looked fucking good, and he was drunk- and that’s all it took.
his thought process was interrupted by a sharp pleasure shooting up his spine like electrical wire as your thick cock bullied its way just perfectly inside him to hit against his prostate with every timed trust, his eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out like some two dollar slut as he took it without complain. Feeling that knowing feeling deep inside him coiling. His vision was a little distorted, but he could see the smirk on your face when he titled his head, the look of it sending a potent mix of anger and utterly pathetic adoration through him. He almost looked like a prey animal, tied up and doe eyed as he just whined and whimpered, occasionally cursing or making some snarky comment to get your attention back on him
he couldn’t truly care less about the fact he could easily be caught if anyone turned the corner behind where the performers trailers and such were parked for the moving rodeo, too lost in sensation and whiskey to dwell on the concerns of his current situation, too close to think about how undoing it could be
All that mattered in this one moment, was the tight pain of the rope, and the bubbling pleasure of thrust after thrust as his body and souls stress slowly came undone. He came with little warning, his body alight with overstimulation and pleasure as his cum dripped down the side of the hot gleaming metal of the trailer wall he was so unceremoniously shoved up against
It didn’t take long for you to follow suit, pulling out and on the dusty jacket he wore, a little groan leaving his bruised lips at the sight of it, and before he could contaplate the world shaking sex he just had, he was reclothed and left there, tipsy and fucked senseless… a rough and fast interaction that left him reeling. He’d definitely have to come to more rodeos with you around.
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.
Bunny | Bottom Phillip Graves x Top Male Reader | Smut
Warnings; Fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, anal sex, no after are, this is probably bad, i did not reread this.
Request; "bottom graves"
A/N; @j-hauke you're lucky i like you bc i hate this mf. NEVER EVER REQUEST A GRAVES FIC BC I WILL NOT WRITE FOR HIM. this is a ONCE in a lifetime opportunity. enjoy. idc that its short and not good i want it AWAY from my google docs.
1.2k words. enjoy.
Graves clasped his hand over his mouth tightly and gripped the edge of the table, his back pressed against Y/N’s chest. Muffled moans were let out into his hand, his pants pooled around his ankles and his shirt was pushed up slightly to put his ass on display, pale and smooth. He had a scar above his hip, and Y/N’s hand was resting on it while he kissed the back of Graves neck.
“God, fuck,” he moaned, cock drooling precum on the floor. He let go of his mouth to grab the edge of the table with both of his hands, his head hanging forward as he panted. Y/N kissed the side of his neck and brought his hand up to shove two of his fingers into Graves mouth, the blonde choking on them from his bad gag reflex. Y/N pressed the pads of his fingers onto his tongue, slowly pushing them further into his mouth until he started sucking on them.
Drool spilt past his lips and dripped down his chin as well as Y/N’s palm. Tears welled in his eyes at the heat pooling in his stomach from Y/N’s fingers working him open so nicely, consistently pushing against his prostate and massaging the sensitive gland.
“You gonna cum?” Y/N asks, adding another finger.
“Ah! Uh-huh,” Graves moans and clenches around his fingers, knees wobbly. He digs his nails into the table, choking slightly on the buildup of saliva in the back of his throat accompanied by Y/N’s fingers shoved into the back of his mouth.
He let do of the table and grabbed Y/N’s forearm, tapping it thrice. He ceased all of his movements and pulled his fingers from Graves mouth, cupping his jaw and tilting it to look at him.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, eyes darting across Graves' flushed face. He nodded, looking at Y/N’s face with half-lidded eyes.
“I don’t wanna cum if you're not inside me,” he whispered. Y/N’s breath caught in his throat. “And I want you to fuck me til I’m beggin’ you to stop.”
Y/N stared at Graves a moment before pressing his lips against his roughly, pulling his fingers from his ass before beginning to fumble with his belt. He quickly shoved his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, his erection springing out and resting against Graves' ass as he began to grind on him slowly.
As he began guiding the tip of his cock to Graves entrance, pressing the head to his hole and slowly pushing inside, he shoved his tongue into his mouth, the blonde gagging and reaching up to grab at his forearm.
“Take me nice ‘n slow, bunny,” Y/N whispered against his lips, his hand still holding his jaw firmly in place.
Graves moaned at his demanding tone, a hot feeling burning in his chest. Y/N never failed to make him unbearably flustered. And horny.
Slowly inching his way inside, Y/N rubbed Graves hip in an attempt to keep him calm. He tried his best to take deep breaths, but the feeling of Y/N’s hand holding his face forward while he kissed his neck was overwhelming.
When he finally bottomed out, he let his face go, moving it to press firmly against his lower stomach just under his belly button. His skin burned, and Y/N continued to pepper kisses on his neck, occasionally pausing to suck a hickey onto the pale skin. One that wouldn’t easily be covered up. One that would show all of his Shadows that he was being taken care of VERY well.
Y/N slowly pulled his hips back before snapping them back against Graves ass, a loud slap filling the room and quickly being joined by more as Y/N fucked into Graves hard and fast. Graves moaned at the way Y/N’s cock filled him, scraping his sensitive walls with every vein, the head pressing against his prostate with every push in and pull out.
Lube dribbled out of his hole and down Y/N’s balls as they slapped Graves' ass. It felt so lewd and so good. Y/N gripped his hip tighter before letting his other hand trail down to grab Graves cock, which was dark pink and dripping wet. He started stroking him in time with how he was pounding into Graves.
“Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing the table again. His legs shook as he came, almost immediately after Y/N wrapped his fingers around his aching erection and stroked it to hardness.
“You’re so sensitive today,” Y/N said, continuing to jerk him off.
Graves doubled over onto the table and slapped a hand over his mouth. He felt too good. Tears brimmed his pale blue eyes, and he reached back to grab Y/N’s forearm, squeezing it tightly.
“Oh, God, fuck,” he whimpered. He was so close to cumming again, the deep ache in the pit of his stomach tightening and leaving his skin burning hot, a flush covering his ears. He begged, “Slow down.”
Y/N leaned down and kissed his shoulder before grabbing his hand and pulling it, the side of his face pressing against the cold wood. Y/N moved to hold both of his wrists in his hands, pulling them back and causing Graves back to arch as he was lifted off the table slightly.
The new position gave Y/N a perfect angle to abuse his prostate, causing Graves to let out a shrill moan and cum again, the white liquid spilling onto the floor and puddling with his previous release. Tears began pouring from his eyes from Y/N not ceasing his relentless pace. His entire body felt as if it were on fire, an uncomfortable heat pooling in his stomach.
“Fuck- Please!” Graves cried. His face was melting into the table, hot and wet and salty. “Please, please,” he begged.
“You can take it,” Y/N stated as his hips slapped against Graves' ass. “You’re a big boy.”
Graves choked on his spit as it gathered in the back of his mouth, slowly spilling past his lips and mixing with his tears on the table.
“I can’t,” he sobbed, moaning again when Y/N leaned down and bit the side of his neck.
“You can,” he whispered against his neck. Graves' hair stood on end and he came again, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. The amount of cum that dripped from his cock was pitiful, clear and thin.
He clenched around Y/N hard, the latter moaning and pulling out before wrapping his hand around his cock and angling it to cum on his ass. He grunted when he did, thick spurts of cum spewing from the tip of his cock and decorating Graves' ass.
He was panting and shaking, desperate to catch his breath and calm down from so many orgasms in such a small period of time.
Y/N pulled up his pants and buckled his belt before patting Graves thigh.
“Clean up, dinner’s in 10,” he said before walking out the door to the small office. He closed the door shut, leaving Graves to clean himself up with no materials to do so. He shakily sighed and pressed his forehead to the desk as he slowly regained his breath.
-When I’m imaginging somthing exotic in the middle of the class,I kind of get caught by a professor who happens to be a Legilimens,What do I do now?!!!
-Professor Graves is a seer,not a Legilimens.
-That’s really a relie......Wait.WHAAAAAAAAT？！？！？！？！
hello!!! Love all your writing, it's hard to find x male reader writers in the cod community but you are certainly a saving grace. Have you ever thought about doing Phillip graves with a male bodyguard/loyal guard dog reader? Remember to drink water have a good day 🫶
a/n: heheheheh dog reader my beloved, i dropped my phone and it’s so shattered atm so this was a bit of a slow write but yk 🤷♂️
Minors DNI
Phillip relied on you more than he should, from secretary work to being leader of a mission he couldn’t oversee, you were his jack of all trades and his right hand man. And of course with that, you were also his emotional and physical support
he wasn’t ever quite sure if you cared about him, but he didn’t think it really mattered when you had him bent over his desk while he tugged on the leash attached to your mic collar from your most recent mission you hadn’t even had time to take off when he called you in; needy, whiny, and commanding and begging ordering you to take off your clothes and get to work already. He could feel your cold hands gripping against his hips as your cock hit his prostate with sloppy fast thrusts, your breath coming out in little gasps time to time from the sheer amount of times you had already came inside of him, it dripping out of his sloppy hole onto his expensive desk’s nice wood finish.
he was still unsatisfied however, even with his own orgasms covering his stomach and chest in a sticky overstimulating feeling, he still needed more. Needed his guard-dog of a man to fuck him stupid. He tugged on your leash harshly whenever you got too slow or didn’t hit his insides just right, muffled whines and curses leaving his lips when your thick cock dragged in and out of his gummy warm walls
he swore he could feel you in his throat, your cock-head rutting against his prostate ruthlessly. Not that he’d tell you that, he was feeling bratty, and it was nice to have the illusion of power for a moment even if he knew your hands alone could wring his neck like a chicken
he bit into your arm violently as he came for.. perhaps the fourth time, already starting to shoot blanks as he reveled in the slight sting it left in its trail, feeling more globs of your semen drip out of him as you fucked into him even harsher then before- the overstimulating feeling of the heavy smoke from his now discarded cigar, of the sheer pleasure-pain and fucked out bliss coursing through his nerves being a mix that was driving him insane
a/n: another wonderful writing piece created from a random idea at 3 am like three months ago that I found in my notes today
Minors, just- leave? Jeez.
Graves has kept his eyes on you for a while. You’re the newest recruit of course- you’re a hard worker, you’re loyal, The Way your muscles flex under your training shirt, he’s everything he wants in a soldier. but he can’t seem to pin something about you. He feels like he can’t keep his eyes off you
It’s an odd urge at work that he can’t shake if it, though he usually has some self control. Sure he slept with soldiers before; hell, he’s probably such a MOST of his soldiers. But he doesn’t just want to do that with you, he wants you.
He’s been trying to flirt with you for days, chasing you around in circles even though you don’t seem to notice- it’s driven him half to insanity in fact. Can’t you just pick up that your pretty commander wants you? He couldn’t even Jack off without thinking about you or having something that smelt like you around. And even then he just wanted you.
He’s not keen on being direct, but god he wants you. So? He barges into your shower after an overly tiring mission, basically collapsing into you and simply wanting you to make all his thoughts go away. His body moving before his brain could think about his dumb choice
“please, please, please just fuck me already.” Graves mumbled while looking up at you, whining and begging like a fucking dog, but he’s desperate
and much to his surprise, you don’t say no, you simply shut him up with a harsh kiss before bending him over and folding him like a lawn chair. Feeling the burning of you slipping your tip in without barely and prep or warning
Graves let out a low whine, he felt as if he was being split open while you slid in inch by inch and it was the best feeling in the world, the warmth of the water pouring down over both of you making everything feel muddled and harsh. God this was what he wanted, to just slip into the subspace in his head.
he felt half bad for anyone else in the shower rooms, his little whimpers and moans slipping though even though he tried to muffle them by covering his mouth, loud enough that anyone around could hear him still when you pulled out just to the tip and plunged back in again and again and again. He couldn’t count how many times he had cum or if it were sweat sliding down his back or just the warm water from the shower head. His vision was starting to get blurry by the time you turned off the shower and pulled out after filling him to the near brim, a little wince at the new cold feeling making all his overstimulated senses spike.
