#Coyotes_den

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Past, present, future

a/n: well, writing creativity hits me at the worst times. Including when I have a concussion! This one is for my silly moot @fortheb0ys

Minors DNI

Phillip was stressed. If stressed was even the right word. He was tired, and bored, and yet constantly busy busy busy. It was starting to make his head swirl so damn much that he decided to toss off his work and jobs to his poor second in command and go back to his little home town in the middle of nowhere Texas

He wasn’t there to see family, hell no. He had put his parents in a retirement home in Dallas years and years ago. He was going just to fish where he used to fish and enjoy how little that town changes- as if time was slowed there. He pulled up to his hotel happy as a clam and practically running to the local bar, enjoying as many drinks as he wanted to calm down, until he saw you walk in. Oh fuck

he hadn’t seen you since high school, since he left the whole backwater town to try his luck in the military, and told you by note. By note! He really did regret that now, how he had probably shattered you. Sure you two never ‘dated’, his parents would have slaughtered him for something like dating a man- but you two sure did everything a couple could. Nights spent together hidden away in a camping tent, secret kisses and hickeys littering him in the morning… he had really felt like shit having the nerve to show up here now, feeling wheezy and sick to his stomach.

he sat nervously next to you at the bar, letting you look him up and down as he drank a shot of whiskey, then two, then three. And a conversation started between you, about how your lives had ended up and how you’d stayed in the little country town and definitely flourished- calloused hands and well built figure filling in where you once were younger and softer, and the more he drank the more comfortable he felt around you, chuckling at your jokes and leaning into you as if he was head over heals again.

Four shots, five shots, six,

he was feeling real sick now, he wasn’t a lightweight by any means. But he had definitely lost track and gone above any standard he usually had. He felt Ick all over, barely wanting to walk out the door let alone leave you and go to his hotel- not that he could walk that far in the state he was in. He needed you in more ways than one, so he begged you pathetically to carry you home. Your grip and warmth grounded him enough that he got a grip while you carried him, softly nuzzling into your chest and hoping you’d stay just a little longer and indulge him just a bit more.

he didn’t deserve you, he knew that. You were his a long time ago and he had royally fucked up- but he missed everything about you, every little detail was making his mind spin with old memories he had thought he had forgotten. He let you carry him into your house without a single protest- too in bliss and too drunk to bother you with the idea of carrying him back to his shitty hotel, especially when your house smelt of your cologne and safety.

he almost melted in your bed; whining and pulling you next to him before utterly dozing off, and clinging to you as if you would disappear if he let go

he woke up with an utterly pounding headache and a hangover worse then death himself- sitting up with a groan before remembering where he was, and that he was in your jacket from the bar… he has definitely made a fool of himself in front of you. But he supposed it was better then being alone in your apartment- he laid practically on top of you, feeling your even breathing as you slept. He had missed the feeling of being oh so close to you, but he still wanted to be closer- okay sure, it might be a bit wrong but he couldn’t help himself but kiss down your neck softly, his hands wondering and his body slipping down a bit, in no hurry to wake you up- just wanting to feel you.

he mouthed at your boxers a bit, shaking you awake enough to get a groan out of you and a tired nod as you tossed your head back on the pillow tiredly, still half asleep as he tugged your boxers down your legs and wrapped his pretty lips around your cock-head, taking you inch by inch slowly and choking a bit until he had every inch in his mouth, little gasps coming out of his stretched lips as he breathed you in, tears and spit dribbling down his face. He was focused on solely you, only little grinds of his hips against your leg giving himself physical pleasure

he hummed softly at the feeling of your hand grasping in his hair, before getting thrown off rhythm at a rough tug from you, pulling him off- a small drop of pre-cum and spit connecting his lips and your soaked member before you forced him back all the way down. You had gotten a lot rougher, and it felt so so good to be gasping as those big blue eyes of his poured with tears- looking like a mess. But he was your mess again. Yours.

he choked and gagged every so often, but worked you up until you were grasping his shoulders tight enough to bruise, painting his throat white as he swallowed every drop down, cumming in his own pants untouched before he pulled himself away and rolled beside you

“missed you, sugar.” Was all he could mutter as he caught his breath

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

hey just so y’all know if you support Israel don’t interact my blog because I will block you and I just hope anyone who supports isreal genuinely uses their eyes to SEE THE MURDER AND TRAGEDY GOING ON??

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

thinking about sugar baby Phillip graves and army general user while shopping so I present you the top six silly outfits I found…

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

This is such a silly thing :], I agree honestly

@/ any of my mutuals who want to since I can’t at most people rn cuz I forget usernames

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

I’ve been thinking about the silly guy that is graves again, so it’s time for a poll because I don’t know if how I write him is liked (although I kinda doubt I’ll get many answers)

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

there’s a 6’3 large man in my door wearing a Halloween-esque skull mask claiming he is pregnant with my baby but I have only fucked him twice. We are not even fuck buddies, much less partners. Since the “relationship” (his word) is open — and by that I mean we are not bound to each other and may have sex with others — I don’t know if it’s actually a fruit of my seed.

AITA for saying I don’t care about baby till he proves it’s mine?

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH I CANT-

WEEZING

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

I am sadly throughly out of ideas for smut and out of motivation for anything else but I have a feeling I should write something or I’ll feel bad, which means

*drumroll*

so that I can write ‘em of course :D

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

just a reminder

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

appreciation post!

I simply wanted to thank all of you, followers and mutuals- I really didn’t expect my writing to go anywhere on an website like this with thousands upon thousands of posts. It means so much to me to see every like and follow and post or @, and I am so glad I’ll have this new year to post and grow even more!

So I’ll take up this post thanking people!!

★@rodolfoparras

even when I was an anon you were so polite and kind to me! I’m always so inspired by your writing and I’m genuinely sure that you were one of the few reasons I didn’t quit tumblr months ago

★@lieutnt

you were one of the first people I followed on my sfw account and I’ve always been so impressed by your writing and all your ideas! And from that point I managed to to find your mutuals accounts and get the urge to write!

★@gazmialmagemela

your genuinely so sweet 😭, you always reblog my posts and are so fun to talk to (and also totally got me to cut my blonde hair into a Phillip graves haircut)

★@ccreekside

I think the lore and drama you create! Sure it takes up my feed- but is it worth it to smile a ton while reading it? Yes!!! And on top of that your writings always stunning

★@arthurmorgansballsack

I genuinely think your writing is so fun when it comes up on my page 😔, I don’t interact much but it’s always a nice surprise to find your account when scrolling

★@adrawinggnome

your writing is SO TALENTED RAAHHH. You always have the best ideas and do so well with ideas anons send to you! Your dragon reader and dragon price made me so happy!!!

★@fortheb0ys / @fortheb0ys2

I genuinely love your writing and when you interact! Also I remember stumbling across your blog and finding your graves theme so funny :)

★@softggh0ul & @s1nfultrash

both of you SCARE ME /pos. It’s odd to see such cool writers and people following me! It’s always so much validation to see ‘——reblogged’ or ‘——- liked’

★@miguel-owhora

I remember when your account disappeared I was SO SCARED! Your writings always been so much inspo for me and I think your theme and just overall personality is so funny! :D

★@bonesnmore

just like you, I’m scared of interacting with my Moots :((, I’ve always found your writing and your silly little green creature so cute and you seem so cool genuinely

★@colt-redfield

we haven’t really interacted because I didn’t follow you till recently, but you seem really talented and I can’t wait to interact with you more!

★@planetrhythm

I’m so sorry I didn’t follow you till now!! I’ve seen your posts and you seem super cool and I simply always forgot to go to your account to follow correctly 😭

★@transi1vanianhunger

I am genuinely so sorry I forgot to do yours! I adore your interesting writing and the music you link and your humor 🫶, I am so sorry that I didn’t remember to add someone as talented as you to this post when I was making it!

★And to all my anons, emoji or not, and followers- the times I see your asks brighten my days so much and I couldn’t get the traction I do without you!!! And to anyone I might have missed, know I am in fact writing this while very very sleepy and eepy :(

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

fuck it Imma write for my messed up lil imaginary Russian dude.

(I’m writing a nikto post)

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

Fighting the hyper fixation demons because I do NOT want to watch Hannibal especially when I’m already trying to drag myself into finishing yellowjackets BUT IT KEEPS SHOWING UP ON MY TWITTER AND DOGJSORKWITEKRIW

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

I’ve noticed this so damn much that I am personally dedicating my next drafts to gaz being the most vile boy /pos

Average TF141 + König smuts be like:

Ghost, Price, Soap and König: they'd try all 69 positions with you and throw you around like a rag doll, they'd fuck you so good that the entire neighbourhood would know your name cause they're alpha males (😈) who spit and slap and you'd feel so smol and fragile underneath them cause they're secretly Neanderthals who would drag your ass to the cave and breed you like a cow-

Gaz: uwu my sweet baby boy, he's so respectful and kind and sweet that he'd probably cry once he'd put the tip in, that's why I can't write anything sexual about him cause he's so cute, you'd probably have to teach him about sex cause he'd be a virgin but not because I don't like him as a character or because I'm racist it's just that he's too cute to write smut about and i don't know him that well despite him being the main character in both mw1 and mw2:(

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

started working on all the new ideas and requests 💪🔥

people are so creative honestly, so get ready for this week to have at least 3 posts getting finished and posted (if the writers block doesn’t decide to kill me randomly half way through)

[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

HOW ARE YOU MY FRIEND

IM GOOD!!! IM SO GOOD!! THANKS FOR ASKIN

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

hallo :3

hiii!! I’m currently dying of a cold and a headache *whomp whomp sound*

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

so I was showing my friend how to use tumblr and they were asking on how to become friends with writers and I instantly thought of this which was like- my second request EVER. 😔

listen, listen-

price missing his boyfriend (reader) while he’s on leave so he ends up buying a dildo and using a bit.

but then reader finds it and double penetration ensues (I know I’m kinda stealing ideas from other fics you just did I’m sorry)

-⚰️

One thing I can see is price having one singular dildo, just a thing he keeps around and uses every once a while, besides he needs it much less now that he has you

But sometimes he finds himself missing you, usually after a long day of work, or when he can’t seem to fall asleep no matter what he does

That’s when he finds himself taking his toy out before sprawling out on his mattress and slowly working the toy inside of him.

But it doesn’t feel the same, cant even reach his prostate properly, sweet thing is just huffing and puffing, sweat dripping down his body and hand aching from the uncomfortable position he’s keeping it in

So he decides to reach for his phone, dials your number, scrambles to remember what time it’s over where you’re at before you pick up the call.

Your voice is low and coated with sleep barley registering what’s happening but for him it’s enough to have heard your voice ,already feeling much happier with the toy continuously sliding inside his hole

You don’t even register what’s going on, sometimes price just has those days where conversations are kept short, so you keep blabbering on til he no longer grunts out short responses but rather whines and whimpers,and your brows furrow in confusion, conversation coming to a stop before you mutter a breathy and low “John?”

“Please, keep talking, please..”

•

He never intended for you to find it. Either way you had ended up finding it when looking for a shirt to change into. For a second, a surprised look paints your face, before confusion overthrows it until it finally sets into something more playful as you make your way over to your boyfriend.

“I see you keep yourself entertained when I’m not around “ you say and can’t help but smile at the way he turns red in the face, words falling over each other as he attempts to explain himself

He’s absolutely embarrassed, doesn’t know what you’ll think about him. Will you think it’s strange for an old man like him to keep toys in his closet? Maybe you’ll even be upset? No maybe you’ll think he’s a sex ad-

“That’s- that’s not-“

“It’s okay sweetheart “ you say voice low as you walk closer to him “you are allowed to have fun without me you know?” You say cupping his face with your free hand while the other holds onto his toy

“How about you show me how you use it when im gone hm?” You say leering down at home while stroking his cheeks

Price can already feel his cock stir, mind going hazy as he agrees to your suggestion “yes- yes sir”

“Good boy”

•

Price is sprawled out on your bed, stark naked, legs spread and cock weeping where it rests against his stomach

“It’s okay pretty, go ahead, show me how you take care of yourself”

Imagine the bashfulness, the fleeting gaze, the blush on his face as he circles the plastic cock head around his puckered rim before he sees the tent in your pants and becomes much more confident as he pushes it inside of him