#cosmo jarvis x reader

[peachyproserpina]

Nasty

Elliot x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Elliot made it into Corps training, you're making him late to the announcement.

Warnings: Elliot's mean, tardiness, swearing, sex, smut, spitting, semi-established AU(which will be introduced soon), as always MC/Reader is Fat

A bite before: @glassbxttless is the one who wrote this if I'm being honest. She managed to take my jumbled ramblings and translate them over to this beautiful little morsel.

Elliot is mean as he thrusts into you. His pace unforgiving as a warm palm makes sure you take every single inch of him. His grip firm on that fat-swell-handful, using the leverage to keep you pinned down against that uncomfortably cool table. You’re already fucked out and he’s barely begun. You were running behind today, fucking Dorris was late coming to relieve you, and you knew there’s that stupid meeting— no one from OP1 can be a second late for. Including the soon-to-be corpsman who is spitting right where he’s pounding. The fingers on his other hand mean and messy against your clit, a smile bright on his features as he makes you cream around his cock. 

“Fuckin’ told you, can’t be late to this.” Elliot’s thankful he’s got your wrists tied up behind your head and a fuckin rag from somewhere in this closet stuffed into your mouth. You’ve got those cute almost sparkly tears runnin’ down your cheeks and he knows that you’d be making those whiny sultry pleads to be able to cum already if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full. 

It’s desperate and messy, you’re already fucked out, but you know this song and dance deep down. You’ve been fucking like rabbits (much to Mac’s dismay). You’re very aware of how this is gonna go. He can’t drag this out how he usually likes, how he’d have you ride his boot and then make you clean up the mess. Or how he’d like to bend you over the nearest surface, or maybe how he’d like to have you sit on his face and ride him till your hips are rolling hard and pressing down proper. If Elliot dies right now, he may as well be in Heaven— or as close as he’s going to get anyway. Usually getting you so close too many times until you’re crying for him— begging with those breathy, “fuck” “Elliot” “Please Sir”’s. Maybe he’d let you cum once or twice, just to watch the way you melt for him. Before— if it’s a good day, (he’s between shifts at the hospital, you’re free from the diner, and Mac’s outta the apartment)— he starts it all over again. 

You’re whining loud, muffled through the makeshift gag— but he still catches it.— Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze, when you realize how loud you’re being. His thrusts even paced and not slowing down a bit. He’s watching the way your pupils are blown wide and trying not to roll back in your head. A satisfied smirk graces his features and a bead of sweat was rolling down his temple. Elliot is almost concerned with the volume, the wet slap of skin on skin as he’s pounding away, not subtle even in the slightest. If it weren’t for the rows and rows of stacked shelves between the two of you and the door, he’d bring himself to care more. If anyone were to walk in, they’d know exactly what you were up to if they dared to venture a few feet back. 

“Gonna fuckin’ pay for that, sweetheart.” He catches the way your manicured fingers flex and tense at his threat. 

You’re close. 

He savors the way you take him before he’s stopping, burying himself to the hilt in your greedy cunt. You can feel every fucking inch, and the way the hair at the base of his dick is pressing against your clit makes your eyes roll back in your head. You were so fucking close to the finish line, and the pause in his ministrations has you falling back from the edge of bliss. If Elliot’s hand wasn’t keeping you pinned down, you’d be sat with your arms thrown around his neck, pleading with him to let you cum, that you’d do absolutely anything. His hand abandons your soon-to-be-bruised flesh on your belly to keep you pinned down, hand pressed right to the center of your chest. He leans over slightly, bending you just that little bit more. 

Your leg is hooked around his very much still clothed shoulders. You’re trying to grind down— just begging him to let you cum with nothing but your eyes. But unfortunately for you, Elliot is unforgiving. His hands slam down against the table next to your head. He’s not giving you an inch, he’s keeping you exactly where he wants you— unmoved and compliant for him. A bead of sweat rolls down his face, dripping off the tip of his nose. He follows where it lands below him, splashing against your skin. And he catches the way your dress is pinned between you— your tits nearly falling out of the top. They were barely contained in the dress you had worn during the ceremony, you were Mac’s little sister after all; you’d been allowed to tag along as family. Elliot getting to use you as his own personal fleshlight after is just a fortunate perk. 

“No fuckin’ bra, I knew it.” It doesn’t take much effort on his part to have your tits spilling out. Just a barely there tug, he lifts himself up just a bit to watch them run over as he does. He gives a mean pinch to your nipple, before he’s grabbing a hefty handful to give it a good shake. Entranced as he watches the way your tits jiggle, the way you’re so fuckin’ soft under his hands. 

“Eyes up, sweetheart.” Your head tips forward from where it had been thrown back. You clench around him when your eyes meet— and he can tell it wasn’t on purpose. “You don’t get to cum. Maybe after this fuckin’ meeting that—“ he draws his hips back slowly, laying out the ground rules for the night ahead. “We’re going to be late getting to.” The sentence is punctuated by a hard thrust, burying himself right back up to the base of his cock. He’s close, so damn close, and he’d mad that despite the fact he’s had you in just about every position he can think of, you can still milk him dry in no time at all. 

You both are so wrapped up in one another, that you don’t hear Erik’s voice calling out for Elliot. Needing to check in before this shit really gets going, having to track his ass down which is very unlike him. No, Elliot is just cumming his brains out in Mac’s little sister’s guts, not catching his CO calling for him. He doesn’t hear the way Erik— who’s already been on a few tours— gasps at the sight before him. It’s sinful, the way Elliot’s got your ankles held (with one hand as he uses the other to zip up his trousers.) He can catch the way his cum leaks from between your well fucked thighs. 

It takes a lot to get him riled up. He knows he shouldn’t be seeing this. He knows he definitely shouldn’t be this hard at walking in on Elliot in this kind of fucked up situation. Involving you, Mac’s little sister, of all people. But here he is, blush creeping up his neck and sweat starting to drip down his back.

Oh, Erik's in for it now.

Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave a comment or reblog!

[warfaredoll]

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 • 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐔’𝐬

*lmk if links don’t work!*

— 𝐑𝐚𝐲 ‹𝟹

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 • 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • ��𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 • 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 • upcoming: 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 • 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 • 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 •

upcoming: 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

— 𝐒𝐚𝐦

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 • 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 • upcoming: 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

— 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 • 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 • upcoming: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

— 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 • 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 • 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚 • 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝 • 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[https-junebug]

It’s times like these I wish i didn’t retire!!

Yes yes I completely understand what the subject matter of warfare is about and I think it was a beautiful film, but at the same time I think as fans of these actors we should still be able to appreciate the fact that they’re attractive despite the subject matter!! We can have both!!

I know the movie just came out but can we start writing yall!! 🙏🏽🙏🏽

[willowpains]

I need more people to write for the warfare cast because it’s been a week since I’ve watched it and I go to bed thinking about these AMAZING ACTORS that don’t get enough praiseeeeeee, like I’m scrolling for crumbs and NOTHING, please I beg of you

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Chapter 13) (B. Urie x Reader)

You and Thor were onboard a craft, fighting Chitauri, when Nat’s voice sounded over the comms.

“(Y/N), I need you on the roof of the tower!”

Squinting slightly, you looked out at Stark Tower, spotting Natasha and Doctor Selvig, beckoning you over.

“Alright, on my way,” you answered, then turned to Thor. “Care to drop me off?”

“Hang on.”

Headbutting one last alien off of the craft, Thor took the reigns and swerved, narrowly missing the Leviathan that had crashed through a building. Iron Man followed the creature, shooting at it with lasers.

“Sir, we will lose power before we penetrate that shell,” JARVIS informed Tony, who then pulled away from the Leviathan and flew off.

“JARVIS, you ever hear the tale of Jonah?” Tony queried, turning the suit around.

“I wouldn’t consider him a role model.”

Iron Man’s knee plates opened, pushing out blades, as he headed directly toward the creature’s mouth. He flew through it, blowing up the creature’s insides before coming out at the tail end.

He crashed to the ground, but got to his feet, only to be shot down again by warriors.

✧✧✧

S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

Out on the hangar bay, a jet was being lifted from the hangar and to the deck. Over the jet’s radio, the Councilwoman’s voice spoke orders.

“Director Fury is no longer in command. Override seven-alpha-one-one.”

“Seven-alpha-one-one confirmed,” the pilot said into his radio, “We’re go for takeoff.”

Inside, on the bridge, Dallon noticed something on his command centre. He immediately called out to The Director. “SIR, WE HAVE A BIRD IN MOTION!”

Fury ran out of the bridge, heading for the hangar bay, as Agent Hill took over the commands.

Pressing a finger to her ear, she alerted all agents. “Anyone on the deck, we have a rogue bird. We need to shut it down! Repeat, takeoff is not authorized!”

Up on the deck, Fury ran out with a missle launcher and fired, taking the jet out. But it was a decoy, and a second jet flew off right after. Fury lifted the launcher and aimed, but the jet was already too far ahead.

“Stark, you hear me?” he called out over the comms, “You have a missile headed straight for the city.”

✧✧✧

Midtown Manhattan.

“How long?”

“Three minutes, max. The load can wipe out mid-town.”

Stepping out, Iron Man readied for takeoff. “JARVIS, put everything we got into the thrusters.”

“I just did.”

Tony blasted off.

Down the street, Cap and Thor caught their respective shield and hammer, turning and fighting off warriors. Brendon stood beside them, using an alien weapon on the warrior he’d taken it from.

A blast from another fleet across the way caught Brendon in the ribs, and he dropped to the ground. Steve sent a car rolling towards some of them, while Thor threw Mjolnir at the others. They helped Brendon to his feet.

“You ready for another bout?” Thor asked.

“What, you gents gettin’ sleepy?” Brendon said breathlessly, pushing stray pieces of hair back from his face.

✧✧✧

Rooftop, Stark Tower.

“You’re saying I can close it?”

Selvig and Natasha stood next to you, as all of you stared at the glowing device ahead.

Natasha turned to face you and raised one brow. “You’ve got an awful lotta Tesseract juice in your veins. Makes sense.”

“Yeah but,” you huffed, biting your lower lip, “I’ve never tried to tap into it before.”

“Well,” Selvig looked around at the abudance of aliens, “now’s as good a time as any, don’t you think?”

Your head raised, your eyes focusing on the neverending stream of Chitauri pouring out from the portal. Pushing past the nerves, you centered yourself.

“Okay.”

Selvig and Natasha took an instinctive step back, distancing themselves from any potentially harmful collateral blasts. You didn’t think it to be necessary, though, since you didn’t actually believe that you would be able to harness that fraction of your power.

“Just focus,” Selvig encouraged, “you already have the power, you just have to use it.”

You circled your hands as you normally did, taking a deep breath as you shut your eyes. The familiar feeling of your icy powers washed over you, but you pushed past it, willing it away.

The sensation that accompanied your regular powers was an indescibable one; it was the second-most intense, all-consuming, euphoric thing you had ever felt.

And that’s how you knew you had done it, how you knew you had harnessed the power of the Tesseract inside of you.

Because it made you feel a million times stronger than your cryogenic powers ever did.

The glow surrounding your hands was so bright, you could see it even with your eyes closed. And when you opened them, you realised that it wasn’t just your hands that were glowing – it was your entire being.

Turning slowly, you looked at the two behind you triumphantly. They smiled.

Returning your attention to the Tesseract device, you lifted your hands and began firing energy at it. The doctor moved forward, directing you.

“Right at the crown!”

You pushed through the blue barrier surrounding the cube; it was tough to break, but you were able to reach the center.

“I can close it,” you called over the comms, “Can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down!”

Down on the street, Steve reacted first, looking up at the rooftop. “Do it!”

“No, wait,” Tony stopped you.

“Stark, these things are still coming!” Steve argued.

“I got a nuke coming in. It’s gonna blow in less than a minute.” Tony flew towards the missile, following closely behind it. “And I know just where to put it.”

Iron Man grabbed hold of the missile, and began to redirect it toward the city. From inside the helmet, he heard Brendon’s voice.

“Stark, you know that’s a one way trip.”

Ignoring him, Tony addressed his digital assistant. “Save the rest for the turn, J.”

“Sir, shall I try Miss Potts?”

Tony looked down momentarily, then back up. “Might as well.”

As he flew with the missile, Tony thought hard and bold. On the streets, Steve, Brendon and Thor looked up to the sky as Iron Man flew by. He redirected the missile, barely missing Stark Tower, and pushed it up towards the portal.

The rest of the Avengers looked on, and then – he was gone.

✧✧✧

Space.

Far above in the cosmos, Iron Man soared. When he was far enough, he let go of the nuke, as all the lights in his suit went out; it was not equipped to deal with being in space.

From inside the suit, Tony watched as the missile hit the Chitauri mothership, blasting it to pieces. Knowing his work was done, Tony closed his eyes as he slowly fell toward the portal.

✧✧✧

Earth.

With their mothership now destroyed, the aliens were powerless. The Chitauri warriors collapsed, and the Leviathans fell from the sky.

On the roof of Stark Tower, you stood waiting, looking up at the portal as you willed your friend to make it back out.

“Come on, Stark,” you muttered under your breath.

Over the comms, Steve’s voice sounded, as the captain watched from down below. “Close it.”

Obeying the captain’s instruction, you sent a stream of energy into the heart of the device, taking control. Just as the portal closed, Tony fell through the shrinking gap back to earth.

The Avengers lifted their gazes, perking up when they saw Tony reappear.

“Son of a gun!” Steve exclaimed in disbelief, a miniscule smile on his face.

Everyone watched as Iron Man plummeted to the ground, only gaining speed as he dropped.

“He’s not slowing down,” Thor pointed out, starting to swing Mjolnir.

He prepared to fly at Tony and catch him, but the Hulk did it for him, grabbing Tony out of the air before sliding down the side of a building and crashing to the ground in front of Thor, Steve and Brendon.

Hulk tossed Iron Man off of his chest to the ground as the rest gathered around them. Thor leaned down and ripped off Iron Man’s face plate and Brendon listened for a heartbeat, then saw that the arc reactor was not glowing.

A heavy silence fell over the group as they realised that they might have just lost the genius, when out of nowhere, Hulk roared and beat his chest. Tony awoke with a jolt, gasping and opening his eyes, looking around.

“What the hell?” he panted, “What just happened? Did someone kiss me? Please tell me nobody kissed me.”

Chuckling softly, Steve looked around. “We won.”

“Alright,” Tony said softly, closing his eyes for a moment and exhaling, before opening them again, addressing his colleagues in his usual tone, “Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it.”

Looking up at the tower where his brother was still contained, Thor spoke up. “We’re not finished, yet.”

Silence for a couple moments, then Tony spoke.

“And then shawarma after?”

✧✧✧

Penthouse, Stark Tower.

Loki crawled over to a stair, groaning softly. He stopped, sensing that he was not alone, and turned to see the Avengers surrounding him. Hawkeye had an arrow aimed at his face, and Natasha held his sceptre in her hands.

��If it’s all the same to you,” Loki shifted himself, “I think I’ll have that drink now.”

✧✧✧

Central Park, New York.

The Avengers – and Doctor Selvig – walked to the centre of a footbridge. Tony was carrying a briefcase, Thor had Loki in a muzzle and handcuffs, while the rest of you followed on from your cars.

✧✧✧

Command centre, S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

“Where are the Avengers now?” the Councilman queried.

Fury looked up at the screen with raised brows. “I’m not currently tracking their whereabouts. I’d say they’ve earned a leave of absence.”

“And the Tesseract?”

✧✧✧

Central Park, New York.

Selvig took a glass cylinder out of a S.H.I.E.L.D truck, and Tony opened his case, which was on the ground. Reaching down, you picked up the cube from the case with your bare hands and deposited it into the glass cylinder Selvig held.

“The Tesseract is where it belongs… out of our reach.”

✧✧✧

 Command centre, S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

“That’s not your call,” the Councilman hissed, straightening in his seat.

“I didn’t make it,” Fury retorted, “I just didn’t argue with the goddess that did.”

✧✧✧

Central Park, New York.

Thor smiled as he hugged you and shook hands with Selvig, saying goodbye.

“So you let Thor take it…”

Loki was bound and gagged, but his feelings were clearly expressed through the frown lines on his forehead. As he looked upon Natasha, she turned to whisper something into Clint’s ear, making him smile.

“…and the war criminal Loki, who should be answering for his crime.”

“Oh, I think he will be.”

Thor held the cylinder with the Tesseract inside and gestured it to Loki, who reluctantly grabbed the other end. With a quick nod at his teammates, the God of Thunder twisted the device. It lit up, and the two Asgardians vanished into the sky.

✧✧✧

Command centre, S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

“I don’t think you understand what you’ve started,” the Councilwoman shook her head, “letting the Avengers loose on this world. They’re dangerous.”

“They surely are,” Fury nodded in agreement, “and the whole world knows it.” He looked between the members of the council. “Every world knows it.”

“Was that the point in all this?” the Councilman asked, “A statement?”

“A promise.”

Without another word, the council signed off, and Fury exited the room. Agent Hill joined him as he walked towards the bridge.

“Sir, how does it work now? They’ve gone their separate ways, some pretty extremely far. We get into a situation like this again… what happens then?”

“They’ll come back,” The Director answered, confident.

“You really sure about that?”

“I am.”

“Why?”

Fury looked out over the Helicarrier.

“Because we’ll need them to.”

✧✧✧

Unknown area of space.

The Other kneeled at the feet of another, unidentified alien.

“They humans, they are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly and therefore cannot be ruled.”

The disembodied figure in a chair stood, and The Other bowed, almost as if he were in pain.

“To challenge them,” The Other continued, “is to court death.”

The figure turned and smiled, revealing himself to be the mad titan himself –

THANOS.

_______________________________

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[warfaredoll]

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

— a barracks bunny is a female who lives in the same unit as military personnel. a barracks bunny loves going room to room riding the dicks of all the men in the platoon.

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— hair often tied with a little ribbon or clip, lips tinted or glossy, always smelling faintly of vanilla or soap, often referred to as “bunny”

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— she remembers birthdays, patches up cuts or uniforms, she’s a sweet little thing, has her own room at the end of the hall

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— Erik cannot bring himself to admit how he really feels about her

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— she gives herself to everyone but belongs to no one; an occasional lover

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— they never call her by her real name; some don’t even know it, Erik & Ray are the only ones who call her by her real name

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— some of the men love her, some use her, and some pretend not to care

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— she’s respected in her own strange way she’s theirs, and that means something

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— has had her heart broken more than once by them

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— has her favorites but would never admit it; some take care of her more than others, even let her sleep with them for comfort

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— tragic situationship with Ray [both have feelings for eachother but won’t act on them]

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— rarely speaks unless spoken to, but when she does, it’s always soft spoken

𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧— everyone’s girl, one way or another and has a different kind of relationship with each man

introducing barracks bunny! reader 🍨🍨🐰

this came to me in a vision 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[warfaredoll]

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲”

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 & 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

there’s a first time for everything [𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, 4some, wc 4k, fucking 3 bad bitches at the same damn time!😩

you lay on your back dressed down to just your panties and a soft-laced bra, as you rest against the pillows.

“What does Captain Erik want?” you murmur, he doesn’t respond. instead, he pulls back gazing down at you tenderly. you reach for him and he comes back down, his kisses soft, mouth moving slow against yours. you hold his face as you kiss him

Erik’s breath is ragged above you now, he’s giving in… you feel it in the way his weight settles more fully against you, the tremble of his fingertips not groping but feeling.. really feeling feeling you.

then the soft creak of the barracks door interrupts that sweet moment. you both freeze.

you glance past Erik’s shoulder and there’s Elliott leaning against the doorway, smirking like he just walked into a fantasy he didn’t know was real. his gaze looking over your barely clothed body laid out beneath Erik.

“Well, well” he says, “you’re finally giving into her, huh?”

Erik stiffens slightly, head turning, but you reach up gently threading your fingers through the nape of his neck to hold him there

you don’t pull away. you don’t cover yourself. instead, you lock eyes with Elliott and pat the mattress beside you.

he doesn’t need more than that. he closes the door with a soft click, he moves across the room and sits down first on the edge, taking his boots off casually, then slides up the bed behind you, his body warm as he presses in close to your back. his palm skims your thigh, slowly just a brush at first as if to check you want him here.

you do. you show him. your hand reaches behind, finding his wrist guiding his touch just as you had guided Erik’s. Elliott leans down, his lips brushing your shoulder before whispering, “Didn’t think you’d share, Captain.”

Erik’s jaw flexes above you but he doesn’t move away. he just looks down at you, a uncertain look in his eyes but not angry.

“Let him” you breathe, “I want both of you.”

Erik swallows hard and then nods, one hand still cupping your breast as he bends to kiss your collarbone, lips brushing the point where neck meets shoulder. his free hand slides down to your hip gripping gently

Elliott’s touch is different… bolder. he grazes your ribs fingers dancing across the edge of your panties, the pads of his fingers teasing just beneath the waistband before sliding back up again. his lips are at your ear now voice lower. “You’ve been holding out on us” he murmurs, kissing the shell of it. “Didn’t think you’d let me in this easy.”

you arch between them, you tilt your head back against Elliott’s shoulder letting his mouth finds your throat while Erik kisses down your chest

Elliott’s lips trail down the side of your neck, the gentle soft scratch of his thick mustache making you shiver as he nuzzles along your throat. the scent of his tobacco clings to him and it lingers in the kiss he presses to your jawline, behind you he’s exploring you one hand gliding from your outer thigh up to your hip, the other cupping your side. he palms you through the lace like he knows what you like, what makes your breath catch and your hips shift.

but then he pulls back. “c’mon…” Elliott murmurs, slipping from behind you with one last stroke of his fingers along your waist. “lie back. let us see you.”

you obey, chest rising slightly from all the attention, lips kiss-bitten and wet. your panties still cling low on your hips, and your bra barely covers your curves now, one strap already half-slid down your shoulder. you ease down flat on your back, as both men loom above you.

Erik is slower to move, but he follows. he settles on one side as he hovers close, and Elliott mirrors him on the other both of them watching your face, your chest, your trembling belly how you lay out for them, no shame

Elliott leans down first. his mouth connecting with yours again, and the texture of his mustache tickles soft against your upper lip and teasing when he nips your bottom one. you giggle breathlessly into the kiss and he hums into your mouth, cocky and pleased with himself. his tongue tastes like tobacco you kiss him back deep, your hands fisting in the sheets.

then Erik leans in, nudging Elliott aside. he kisses you slower, softer, lips pressing to yours his hand strokes the side of your neck, then down your arm, fingertips tracing every inch he can reach without rushing. his other hand cradles your side gently

he pulls back just slightly, his lips parted, “Can I…” He hesitates, hand sliding lightly beneath the loose strap of your bra. “Take this off?”

you nod slow and sure, biting your lip as you arch up slightly to help him.

“Please” you whisper.

Erik slips his fingers beneath the clasp undoing it slowly while Elliott watches from beside you, the lace slips free exposing your breasts to the cool air and to their eyes

Elliott lets out a soft whistle. “Damn” he mutters, his palm already moving to cup one, thumb brushing over your nipple as you moan softly, back arching into his touch.

Erik leans down again, and this time his mouth kisses the swell of your breast, his tongue barely flicking against the skin as he groans low in his throat. his hand strokes your side while his lips leave warm, wet kisses along the curve, slowly making his way in toward your nipple

they alternate, trading kisses between your lips, your breasts, your neck one always on your mouth while the other worships your body. their touches are different Elliott rougher, more teasing, his thumbs flicking your nipples as he smiles against your skin, while Erik touches you like you’re delicate, like every inch of you deserves attention.

your flushed between them, gasping when Elliott bites softly at your collarbone and Erik licks a circle around your nipple before taking it into his mouth.

both of them kneel lower, breath heavy as they slip your panties down slowly, revealing the slick proof of how bad you want this they're both visibly straining against their pants, thick bulge outlines. Erik sucks in a breath brushing your inner thigh with trembling fingers. “God, you're beautiful” he murmurs, while Elliott grins fingers grazing over your soft breast, voice low and rough “You've been hiding this sweet little thing from us, bunny?” they undress together, military pants and boxers discarded and only the sight of both of them fully hard

they’re kneeling between your spread thighs, your panties slide down slowly, peeled away by Erik’s careful hands, Elliott helping tug them from your ankles with a lazy grin as the cool air kisses your pussy and they see how wet you are your pussy glistening, lips parted. “shit” Erik breathes, fingertips grazing along the crease of your thigh, eyes locked on the way you twitch beneath the touch. “She’s perfect.” Elliott strokes a finger between your folds, slow and teasingly smirking as you moan. “and soaked” he mutters. “knew you were a mess for us, bunny.”

your gaze moves down Elliott’s cock is thick, veined, with a big tip already wet and flushed, Erik’s is longer a touch slimmer but hard enough that it bobs when he steps closer, precum glistening at the tip

you’re wide-eyed as you look between them “I’ve never…” you admit, cheeks getting hot. “two at once…”

Erik leans in, brushing your cheek with his fingers kissing you slow. “We’ll go slow” he reassures. “I’ll take care of you.”

Elliott grins at that, crouching beside your hips, hand palming your thigh. “shit We’ll both take care of you.”

Erik settles between your thighs, guiding himself with a shaking hand while Elliott moves to kneel behind your head, his cock swaying near your lips, brushing your cheek as he strokes the base. Erik pushes in first the thick head of him opening your hole. you gasp, gripping the sheets as he slides in inch by slow inch, stretching you around him your body opening willingly for him

“Fuck” he groans, eyes clenched shut. “you feel so- so tight..”

your mouth opens for a moan, but Elliott slips his cock against your lips instead, letting you taste him. you suck gently, looking up at him, watching his expression twitch his hand cups your cheek as he feeds you more, not forcing, just offering and you take him deeper, relaxing your throat while Erik moves into you below.

they find a rhythm Erik thrusting slow and deep into your pussy, while you work Elliott’s cock with your lips and tongue, your jaw aching in the best way, spit slicking your chin as he guides your mouth with soft praise. “That’s it fuck, look at you… taking both of us like you were made for it…”

Erik’s hands clutch your hips, his pace picking up as your body adjusts. the wet slap of skin fills the room, his balls tapping against your ass. above you, Elliott groans pulling out of your mouth and kissing you messy, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You ready to take both?” he asks, voice low “Want me behind while he fucks you deep?”

your legs tremble as Erik stills deep inside. you nod, panting. “Yes… I want it. I want all of you.”

Elliott shifts, lubing himself quickly with spit and slick from your pussy, nudging behind you as Erik pulls out just enough to make space. you hold your breath, heart pounding, as Elliott positions himself, his palms cupped the fullness of your ass and squeezed, thumbs spreading you open wide as he pressed up behind the fat head of his cock pressing to your other entrance, slow, careful, patient.

the stretch is painful, the burn real but your body stays put, inch by aching inch as he pushes inside. you’re so full you can’t breathe, both men buried in you groaning above and below

Elliot grunted as he pushed the first inch in, the stretch making you shudder around him, your thighs tensing but not pulling away

“Fucking tight” Elliott rasps, gripping your waist. and the slap he landed on your ass harsh

Erik kisses you again, eyes wide with awe. “You’re amazing… so good… so perfect like this…”

the door creaks open, and in the moment of your pleasure you hear a low whistle.

“Fuck. we taking turns on Bunny now?”

Sam.

his voice is thick with amusement, as he steps fully into view cock in his fist and already hard at the sight before him you spread, used, trembling between two of his closest brothers in arms.

Erik and Elliott don’t stop.

Elliott just grins, breath hot against your neck as he grinds in harder, slapping your ass again for Sam’s benefit. “Get in line, man. she’s taking both of us like a champ.”

Erik grunts, hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples as he keeps his deep thrusts slow and exact. “She can take more” he pants, looking down at you “She wants it.”

Sam moves beside the bed, cock thick and flushed in his grip. he brushes the head across your cheek, smearing precum over your skin. “That true, Bunny?” he asks, voice low and gruff. “You got room for one more? mouth’s awful pretty and not busy…”

your answer is a whimper, already turning your head toward him, lips parting as he presses the tip to your tongue. you take him in without hesitation, eyes closing shut as you suck him slow and deep, the taste of salt and musk coating your mouth.

“Fuck yes” Sam hisses, his hand moving to hold the back of your head, guiding you gently not forcing. “That’s it, bunny. take me while they fill you up. goddamn, look at you.”

Sam’s grip tightens just slightly in your hair softly as your lips stretch wide around his thick shaft, the heavy weight of him pushing across your tongue and down your throat with every thrust. his precum smears against the back of your throat and you moan around him, gagging softly but welcoming it, drool beginning to stream down your chin, sticky and warm.

Sam’s thrusts grow sharper, groans deepening as your throat closes around him. “Shit, Bunny gonna cum in that mouth if you keep sucking me like that.”

you can’t speak you can only moan, eyes wet, fingers gripping the sheets as you take him deeper, your nose brushing the soft hair at his base with every thrust. and he watches you with his chest rising and falling as he pants

the wet sounds of your mouth around him blend with the slap of skin behind you,

Erik deep into your pussy, worshipping you with gasping praises, Elliott pounding your ass greedily, and now Sam in your mouth, groaning with every bob of your head every swirl of your tongue.

“Fucking beautiful” Sam groans, his voice husky, eyes locked on your spit-glossed lips wrapped around his cock. “She lives for this. look at her.”

and Erik does look eyes on you as he watches his cock disappear into your soaked pussy again and again, your slick shining on his thighs, his hips snapping into you

“She’s perfect” Erik murmurs, voice trembling. “so tight. so good.”

Elliott laughs against your back, one hand braced on your waist while the other grips your ass, fingers digging into the plush curve as he fucks into you. “Tightest fucking ass I’ve ever had” he moans. “she’s milking me fuck, Bunny, keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it.”

and then he’s slamming deep, hips flush against your backside as he cums with a choked groan, thick spurts of hot cum spilling into your ass.

you moan around Sam’s cock, as your pussy tightens down on Erik drawing a gasp from him as his hips stutters.

“Fuck- she’s coming she’s squeezing me so hard-“ Erik moans, pulling you tight to him as he buries himself deep and cums hard, his cum mixing with the first load still leaking from your ass

Sam’s groans turn ragged, and with one final thrust he holds your head still and spills into your mouth, cock pulsing as thick streams flood your throat. you swallow around him, he watches every second of it jaw clenched, eyes locked to your lips.

“Goddamn, Bunny…”

when Sam finally pulls out, your lips are slick, your chin messy with drool and cum. you can’t speak you just gasp, body twitching with overstimulation, still leaking, still spread wide as Elliott gently eases his cock out from your ass

gripping his shaft and tapping it against your lips. “Open up, Bunny. that mouth was made for me.”

you obey, already drooling again as he slides into the your mouth, moaning as your lips wrap around him. Sam strokes your hair slowly, fingers gentle even as your throat fills with cock again. “Good” he murmurs. “Let them use you, just like you want.”

every hole used, and you love it. Erik’s cock grinds into your ass now, making wet noises louder now as his cum mixes with Elliots previous load. Elliott fucks your mouth with a steady rhythm, holding your chin so he can watch the tears spill from your eyes and Sam’s hand slides lower again, between your legs, fingers finding your clit.

“Oh fuck” Erik groans, pace building, breath stuttering. “She’s clenching she’s gonna cum again.-”

and you do. your pussy tightness down around nothing, your mouth muffled by Elliott’s cock as you whine around him

Elliott pulls out just in time, stroking his cock fast and rough across your face. “Gonna coat that mouth, Bunny fucking take it open up”

you do, mouth wide and tongue out, and he groans loud as thick spurts of cum stain across your lips and cheek, dripping down your chin in messy streaks.

Erik’s cock jerks inside you as your walls pulse again, and he follows a second later, gritting his teeth as he cums hard, pumping your ass full once more. “God, fuck don’t want stop cumming in this perfect ass”

Sam’s fingers never stop moving, circling your clit as you ride out your orgasam, and his voice is smooth beside your ear. “that’s it, Bunny. don’t stop. we’re not even close to done.”

Elliott’s cum glistens across your face and lips, warm and thick, catching the flickering light as you tremble beneath them, used and absolutely full. Erik’s and Elliott’s cum leaks steadily from your swollen pussy and ass in hot, slow drips, coating your thighs and the sheets beneath you. you moan as Sam’s fingers finally still on your clit, his touch lingering only to rub gentle circles

you're splayed out before them naked, flushed, fucked raw, lips parted as your chest heaves, body painted in sweat and cum. eyes barely open, and completely cock drunk. you blink up at the three men standing above you.

“Look at her” Elliott breathes, running a hand along your back. “fucking masterpiece.”

Sam chuckles low, cock now hanging heavy and spent as he picks up a camera from the nightstand, camera already on. “hold still Bunny. gotta preserve this.”

you whimper but don’t resist in fact, you arch your back a little, thighs still spread wide, cum oozing from between them as your mouth parts just enough to show the tongue that still tastes of Elliott. sam crouches down, angling the shot capturing everything the tears dried at the corners of your eyes, the dripping mess from between your legs, your lips glistening

Click.

“Perfect” he says, standing. “we got to hang this up.”

Elliott laughs, leaning down to press a warm, sweet kiss to your lips not before landing a final sharp slap to your ass making you jolt and moan.

“Sleep tight Bunny” he whispers against your lips, giving your cheek a little pat before climbing off the bed.

Sam lingers, brushing your hair from your face with surprising tenderness. his thumb strokes your cheek and then he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “your fucking amazing” he murmurs. “next time, I’m not waiting so long to get my turn.”

and then it’s just Erik.

he hasn’t moved far still beside you, gazing at you with soft eyes, lips parted like there’s so much he wants to say but can’t find the words. his hands move carefully, brushing your damp hair back, wiping the sweat from your brow with the hem of a sheet.

“You okay?” he asks, voice rough from earlier but gentle now, full of concern.

you nod weakly. “mhmm..”

“I’ll clean you up.”

he disappears for a moment, and when he returns it’s with a warm, wet cloth. you flinch slightly at the touch, but he’s careful wiping away the mess between your legs, along your thighs, gentle and slow. he cleans your face last, tenderly wiping away Elliott’s and Sam’s cum from your lips and cheeks.

when he’s done, he eases you into his chest pulling you flush against him pressing a kiss into your hair as he whispers your name between the kiss.

“You were so good..” he murmurs. “so beautiful like that.”

his fingers trail lightly up and down your back as your breath evens out, and he doesn’t move even when your eyes drift shut and your body finally, finally relaxes.

you’re clean. you’re safe. and you’re full in every way.

Erik just a sweetheart & nervous to be w barracks bunny!reader 😩😩😣

@https-junebug @gallaghrh @okaycharr :3

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

your last night with Elliott before he leaves for good

thank u anon for requesting ‹𝟹, SMUT SMUT, goodbye sex, wc 3k, fluff/slight angst, heard this song and thought abt elliott 🙂‍↔️

Elliott’s face hovered just above yours, “You’re beautiful” he murmured, the tip of his cock brushed against your inner thigh subtly

you blinked slowly, lips parted, your thighs parted wider not desperately. his gaze trailed down your body, lingered on the swell of your breasts, and the soft of your stomach

one hand lifted to your cheek, rough fingertips sliding against your forehead, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “God, I could look at you forever” he whispered

your hand came up to his chest, you felt his heart beat quicken when your palm met his warm chest

you tilted your hips, barely but enough, enough for his cock to nudge higher, slick with your arousal already, the head finding the wet warmth of your entrance. he sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck...” the word came out almost trembling

he lowered his head until his nose brushed yours, “I need to be slow” he whispered, almost pleading. “You feel so fucking good already. I don’t want to rush. Not with you.”

Elliott stayed there, between your thighs the warm press of his cock now lifted just enough to stand on its own, it arched upward, the flushed head beading with precum where it hovered near your entrance. you could see the veins along the shaft, the way it twitched each time your breath hitched or your thighs trembled slightly wider

His eyes drank you in, he was holding himself back and you knew why. this was the last night. tomorrow, he’d be gone

“I wanna remember everything” he whispered, his voice low and thick. “every sound you make, every little thrust that makes you sigh. i’m not rushing this. I need to feel you slow.”

you whimpered, breath catching “Elli—.”but he was already kissing you.

his lips met yours tenderly, his mustache brushed your skin with a soft scrape, his mouth was gentle, then deep, then possessive, tongue teasing past your lips that had you moaning into his mouth soft and needy, thighs twitching around his hips.

one hand slid up your side, fingers dragging across your ribs before inching upwards cupping your left breast, thumb brushing your nipple, coaxing it to an even stiffer peak. he squeezed just enough to make you gasp into his kiss. then his mouth was gone only for a moment.

he trailed downward. his lips hovered over your chin, then pressed softly against the underside. he dragged his mouth lower, over your throat. then your collarbone. he was tasting you, breath warm, mouth open and plush. you could feel the light scrape of his mustache again, making you squirm just as his lips wrapped around your skin, tongue lapping gently, drawing a soft little mark just below your shoulder kiss, suck, pop.

you inhaled sharply. “That one’s gonna stay,” he murmured, he was already moving again, already dragging those wet kisses down the swell of your breast, around the curve, before pulling one nipple into his mouth with a slow suck

he groaned, low in his throat, tongue swirling before he let it go with a soft smack, then moved to the other side. his hand slid down your stomach, fingers tracing lazy patterns across your skin

“Can’t get enough of you” he murmured, voice muffled against your breast, his stubble just starting to rasp a little now against your delicate skin

his mouth trailed down again, kisses landing below your ribs now, then at your bellybutton, then lower. and still, he hadn’t fucked you yet.

his mouth pausing on your skin like he didn’t know whether to kiss or cry. slowly his lips brushed up your body again your stomach, your ribs, your breast his kisses quicker now, but still soft

It was all too much, the thought that this was the last time you would have Elliott like this made your heart ache and that lump in your throat that was hard to swallow formed, you tried to bite it back, but the thoughts crept in anyway the emotions of it all came over you hard and suddenly you’re crying, messy, breathless

“Hey” he muttered, lips moving against the underside of your jaw now. “I’m not gone yet. I’m right here. right now. and I’m yours.”

you hands reached up to hold his face, to feel the coarse hairs of his mustache against your thumb. he turned his head and kissed your wrist, then nuzzled into your touch like it was the only thing holding him together

“I love you” he whispered, voice cracking. “Fuck I love you. and I’ll come back. I swear it. I’ll come back to you.”

his mouth met yours again, you kissed him back harder. tears swelled at the corners of your eyes, but they mixed now with the slick glide of tongues and the warmth of his breath and the quiet hum that slipped from your throat when his hips dipped lower, cock brushing your pussy without pushing in.

“I want you” you whispered against his mouth.

“I know” he breathed, he stayed like that for a moment pressing his forehead to yours, catching your breath with his

“going to make sure you remember” Elliott muttered, he shifted, rising up just enough on his knees to part your thighs wider, wide enough that your skin felt warm from where his hands gripped your thighs

the light from the blinds cut across his body, catching the glinting sweat starting to bead at his brow as he looked down between your legs, cock stiff and flushed as he gripped its base and brought the head down to your entrance

he didn’t push in. he just let the tip circle your pussy, dragging it through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. you could hear it that filthy, wet sound of his cock slipping through your pussy as he traced lazy loops around your entrance, teasing your clit just barely with the head of his cock

“Fuck… you’re ready” he murmured, half to himself eyes taking in the way your body shivered beneath him. “so fucking soft… all for me, huh?”

you whimpered, your hips twitching, back arching as your thighs tensed around his waist. “all for you” you gasped, hands fisting the sheets beside you

he smiled, barely there, just for a second and muttered, “Yeah, that’s my girl” right as he pressed the head in. just an inch. enough for both of you to feel it

you breath hitched and your clenched around him, already trying to draw him deeper, needier

he kept going. slowly, his cock sliding deeper inch after inch, he sank into you, the girth of him forcing your pussy take all of him in

“Jesus Christ…” Elliott groaned, as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. his voice cracked. “gonna miss this. fuck. miss you.”

you couldn’t speak your mouth was open, chest rising, tears wet in your lashes again but not from sadness this time. but from the way he filled you. it was all too sweet. from how your body clenched around him, every inch of you recognizing every inch of him.

he didn't move, just stayed buried deep, cock twitching inside you, his eyes locked on yours, sweat glistening at his temple, hands still cradling your thighs as he held himself there

you felt so full. his breath trembled as he stared at you like he was afraid he’d forget the color of your eyes

“feels like fucking heaven.”

Elliott moved with a deep breath against your lips. his hips drew back just an inch, maybe two, his cock dragging through your pussy in one long, smooth motion. then forward again, slowly burying himself to the base with a low groan

you gasped softly your voice trembling as much as your body. he didn’t fuck you hard. he didn’t slam or pound. he was slow and gentle

“You feel so good” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek as he thrusted into you again. “So fucking good, always take me so deep... goddamn.”

you legs wrapped loosely around his waist, opening even more, your pussy pulling him in with every slow thrust. the stretch burned in that perfect way, and still he didn’t speed up. he was remembering you. savoring you. with every pass of his cock, every brush of his hips against yours

and the tears came again. sliding from the corners of your eyes before you even realized they were there, before streaking toward your cheek. but they came faster the longer he moved inside you the way he kissed your jaw between thrusts, the way he murmured, “That’s it… I got you, I got you” like he knew exactly how deep this went

you sniffled, tried to speak, but your voice cracked into a sob instead. and he didn’t stop. he didn’t even hesitate. just kept moving inside you, with each slow thrust, while his thumb brushed gently across your cheek, wiping your tears one by one without judgment

“I know” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your eye. “I know, let it out.”

you clung to him, arms coming up tight around his neck, and he dropped lower, chest now flush against yours, his weight warm and as his face dipped into the crook of your neck.

your sobs broke through now, quiet and helpless, muffled into the curve of his shoulder. but his thrusts never stopped

he thrusted into you his cock gliding through your pussy filling you up every time. he murmured into your neck, speaking the words into the wet curve of your skin between soft kisses

“I’ll come back. I promise.”

“I love you so much. so fucking much.”

“No one else just you. always you.”

you whimpered, voice shaking into his ear. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I know baby” he breathed, thrusting deep again, groaning softly at the way you clenched around him. “I know.”

he let your tears wet his shoulder. let your sobs shake through his body. let your pussy tighten helplessly around him with each trembling cry, your body clinging to him in every way arms, legs, pussy tight around his cock, tears soaking into his skin

and still, he kept fucking you slow

soft cries caught in your throat as you buried your face deeper into Elliott’s neck, his skin damp against your lips where your tears soaked in, his body moved slow above you, every thrust the same just as the last deep, warm, never stopping even as you trembled beneath him.

you pussy tightening each time your chest hitched with another breathless sob. he kissed the side of your neck softly, lips dragging over the wet skin as he whispered again, “I got you. you’re alright. I’m right here.”

but you weren’t alright. not with the thought gnawing at you, you felt it coming up between moans and tears, your voice trembling as you choked out, “Elliott… what if…”

he didn’t let you finish.

“Shhhh” he whispered instantly, breath hot at your ear, his arms tightening around you protectively even as he kept thrusting his hips forward. his cock filled you to the base pressing against that tender spot inside. “Nothing is going to happen to me. I’ll be safe, ok? You hear me?”

you couldn’t speak. couldn’t argue. just nodded faintly, lips parting in a shaky “mhmm”, your voice muffled against his shoulder. the words didn’t feel like enough. nothing could. but he kept holding you tighter, kept moving inside you with the same tenderness, his own breath starting to tremble from holding back everything he wasn’t saying

then his hand moved slowly, lovingly sliding between your sweat slicked bodies, trailing down your stomach until his fingers found your clit, swollen and slick from where your pussy had been around his cock for so long. he rubbed lazy circles, barely any pressure at first, until your hips jolted, gasping softly into his neck

“Atta girl” he whispered, his mouth ghosted along your ear, lips brushing your skin as he fucked into you just a little deeper, just a little slower. “want to make you feel good… want you to know how much I love this fucking body…”

you moan came out messy as his fingers circled tighter, drawing those tender little cries out of you even through the tears

“Yeah… that’s it” he breathed, fucking you deeper with a groan now, “love how this pussy feels, so warm… always takes me so good.”

Your body arched up into him, hips rocking slow, chasing every grind of his hand, every stretch of his cock. you were still crying, but the sobs came softer now, melted into moans

“This pussy’s mine” he murmured, applying soft pressure now, the pads of his fingers slick. “going to keep it in my fucking memory till I’m home. every sound you make. every time you finish around me. that’s mine.”

Elliott groaned, the strain thick in his voice as his hips pressed in harder, slower, deeper. his cock throbbed inside you with every thrust, the slick sound of his cock moving through your pussy growing louder, wetter, your bodies sticking together with sweat and his forehead was still pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips

“F-fuck Elliott…” you gasped, voice caught between a cry and a moan, your fingers gripping at the back of his neck as you clung to him

he groaned, the sound vibrating into your mouth as he kissed you hard, tongues meeting messily as his thrusts grew slow and deep, hips rolling in a way that forced your breath to catch each time he bottomed out. “going to cum in you” he muttered against your lips, voice hoarse. “You want that hmm? you want me to fill you up?”

you nodded, desperate and breathless tears still clinging to your lashes. “Yes Elliott- please… all in me”

“Fuck” he gasped, thrusting deep again, cock thick and warm twitching inside you, fingers pressing tighter, faster circles on your clit now wet and slippery and so fucking good it made your thighs quiver around his waist. “That’s it. That’s my girl… c’mon baby… finish for me.”

your mouth falling open as your pussy clenched tight around him, getting that fuzzy tingling sensation you always got when Elliott fucked you just like this, milking his cock, with desperate spasms

he let out a ragged moan “Ohh f-fuck yes” and thrust deep once more, hips pressed tight to yours as he came with a heavy groan, finishing inside. you felt every twitch, every spurt of his cum as it filled you deep, the warmth spreading as his cock stayed buried, snug and throbbing in your pussy

neither of you moved.

he stayed inside you, panting softly against your neck, still rubbing gentle circles on your clit to help you ride out your orgasm, though his hand slowed now trembling slightly

your body was limp beneath him, wrapped around him in every way, full of him and still softly crying not from pain, but from the overwhelming feeling of how much he loved you, how perfectly he gave himself to you

“Shhh” he murmured again, “That’s it baby… I got you. I’m right here.”

Elliott didn’t move not even an inch. his body lay heavy and warm over yours, his chest pressed tight to yours, his cock still nestled deep inside you, softening slowly but never pulling out, your legs stayed curled around his waist, your arms locked around his shoulders holding him there

he leaned in kissing your forehead, his lips resting there like he wanted to memorize it, the scent of your body, your comforting warmth. his breath was shallow now, not from exhaustion but because he was soaking in this last moment

his hands curled around your back, fingertips brushing along your spine in soothing patterns, he held you safely in his arms

and softly he whispered, “you feel better?”

you didn’t answer. couldn’t. your throat felt tight, and you blinked, lashes becoming wet as fresh tears welled in your eyes. he felt it instantly the subtle shake of your body, the warm wet streak down your cheek and he buried his face in your hair with a tight inhale, arms wrapping tighter around your back

“No baby… please” he breathed, “Don’t cry, not now. I’m gonna be okay. I promise you. I’ll come home.”

you let the tears fall, wet and hot against your cheek

he kissed the corner of your eye, then your cheek, then down to your jaw.

“I’ll come back safe alright?” he murmured, nuzzling close. “you’re all I want. I’ll still love you, just like this. just as much. more. I’ll write, I’ll call, I’ll do anything and everything. no time, nothing’s gonna change that.”

you sniffled into his neck, voice trembling as you whispered, “I know Elliott…” your hands gripped at his back desperate, not letting go

“but I just love you so much” you breathed

his whole body softened against yours, the slow twitch of his cock inside you now fully soft but still warm, still in your filled pussy. he held you tighter. he kissed your cheek again, over and over, until the tears became messy between both of you and neither knew whose they were

“I know” he whispered, “and I love you.”

still, he didn’t move. didn’t pull out. he stayed inside you, body to body, heart to heart, letting time stretch and slow as long as he could hold you like that.

ELLIOTT BABY COME HOMEE

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Elliott can’t help but get horny and all riled up after watching the “call on me” music video. needing a little extra help from his fiancee.

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the grainy youtube video buffered for a moment then came on full-force casting a neon-lit glow across the cracked concrete walls of the room

Elliott sat back on a hard wooden chair, arms crossed trying to look unfazed but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “this is what you call motivation?”

“fuck yeah” tommy said

and soon the room was alive. boots thumped on the concrete floor, and the whole group was shouting along with shameless joy.

“CALL ON ME”

Elliott found himself mouthing the words too, caught in the contagious moment. his body bobbed lightly to the beat, but his eyes were locked on the screen on her. the lead girl in the music video

the camera zoomed in again on the tight little outfit she wore, thighs and legs exposed, slick sweat on her body

Elliott ran a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool even though no one was looking at him everyone too caught up in their own moment

he shifted on the chair, eyes narrowing at the screen as if scrutinizing it might neutralize the sudden heat forming in his chest. it didn’t.

there was a lot going on in that video. too much. he’d watched it before, sure who hadn’t? but this was different. maybe it was because everything was so tense lately deployments stacking up, sleep at a minimum, emotions running thin.

he blinked hard and looked away at the wall, at the others anywhere but the screen.

Elliott forced a laugh, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, pretending to be entertained pretending like the heat in his neck wasn’t spreading.

he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered under his breath. “…Jesus Christ.”

“CALL ON ME” but it faded into the background for Elliott. because in his head? he was thinking of you.

you in that cute little sleeping set he loved so much, stretching on your tiptoes across the kitchen. that sleepy smile you gave him when you caught him staring. the way you bit your bottom lip just a little out of nerves

he could practically feel the heat of your skin beneath his fingertips. the weight of you against him. the warmth of your breath on his neck when you leaned in close just to mess with him.

and God, your voice. soft, teasing, sweet with just a hint of a little something extra when you wanted something.

that did it. a shiver down his spine, he clenched his jaw, sitting back again like he needed the extra space between himself and the rest of the group.

he imagined your hands again sliding beneath his shirt, nails skimming over his stomach. your laugh against his collarbone.

“Elliott you good?” Ray asked suddenly

Elliott blinked too. “Yeah” he lied. “Just… thinking.”

Ray nodded not pressing but the second Ray looked away, the smile dropped.

Elliott exhaled slowly, adjusting the collar of his shirt like it might cool him down. It didn’t.

Elliott didn’t say anything. just stood slow like he wasn’t rushing but his blood sure as hell was. that gnawing ache to see you, to hear your voice, to feel something

he slipped out of the main room quietly, past stacked ammo crates and peeling posters. the laughter faded behind him, the music finally muted by the humming silence of the back hallway. just him and the pounding in his chest.

there was an old comms room two doors down half-forgotten, full of outdated gear and dust. but one of the laptops still worked. barely. enough to get a video call out if you knew how to work it. and Elliott did

he shut the door behind him, fingers moving, flipping switches, waking the system up. the screen flickered, booted, glitched for a second.

then it opened to the encrypted call line. he typed in your contact.

connecting…

his knee bounced as he waited. he missed you.

he missed the sound of your laugh when you thought he was being too serious. the way you always tilted your head when you looked at him. the way your voice softened when you said his name

and he needed that right now. needed you.

the screen lit up.

he straightened up a little, swiped a hand through his hair, and exhaled slow as the connection clicked into place.

and then there you were. onscreen. backlit by the warm light of your apartment. wearing that small tank top and little shorts he loved, hair a little messy. that familiar look of surprise and joy lighting up your face.

“Elliott?” you said, breathless with relief. “is everything okay?”

he smiled small, tired, but there. “Yeah” he murmured, voice low. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I needed to see you.”

your eyes softened instantly. “I missed you” he said quietly, leaning closer like he could somehow be nearer through the screen. “so much.”

“I missed you too, you look tired.”

“I’m always tired” he chuckled. “but tonight… I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

you tilted your head slightly, smiling, just like you always did when you knew exactly where his mind had wandered. “Oh yeah?”

he nodded. “Yeah. you’ve been stuck in my head all night. I was watching something stupid with the guys and suddenly.. bam. all I could see was you.”

you leaned in a little closer, voice lowering, soft and teasing. “What were you watching?”

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “don’t ask.”

“im asking.” you softly replied with a little pout forming

“Fine” he said, smirking. “It was that Call on Me music video. the one with all the…” he gestured vaguely. “you know. the workout class.”

your laugh was immediate and beautiful. “Oh my God. you guys are still watching that?”

“Apparently it’s ‘tradition’ now before missions.”

you gave him a look that was half amused, “So you saw that and then you thought of me?”

“I always think of you. but yeah. that definitely sped things up.”

you smiled slowly. “Did I ruin the video for you?”

he shook his head, “no. you made it better. you’re all I saw.”

“but I wish you were here” he said, softer now. “I don’t even care about the mission tonight. I just want to be home. with you.”

“I know” you whispered. “but I’m right here. as long as you need me.”

the tension in Elliott’s shoulders slowly eased. you were smiling now really smiling.

“you cut your hair?” he said, leaning his cheek into his knuckles, watching you like it was the first time all over again

you ran your fingers through it with a playful smile. “not much. just enough to feel cute without making you freak out.”

Elliott raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You absolutely would’ve.”

“no I wouldn’t.” he said with a lazy smile.

you laughed, leaning closer to the screen. “yes. you. would’ve”

he narrowed his eyes playfully. “Don’t start. or I’ll start listing all the things you missed about me and I won’t stop.”

you raised a brow. “Like what?”

Elliott smiled. “like the way I make coffee better than you. and the fact that no one else knows how to fold your hoodie sleeves just right. and…” he leaned forward slightly, “the way I always know when you’re pretending not to miss me more than I miss you.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but then he added quietly, “and how no one else gets to see that look on your face. the one you’re making right now.”

you froze for a second, caught. then you rolled your eyes “you’re so annoying.”

his smiled softened more

you looked down for a second and when you tucked your hair behind your ear Elliott’s voice shifted.

“Wait” he said. “let me see your hand.”

“What this?” you said teasingly, holding it up.

he grinned wide as the ring caught the light.

“There it is” he whispered, “That’s my girl.”

you smiled like your heart might actually burst.

“you wear it all the time?”

“Every day” you said, turning your hand slowly so he could see it better. “I take it off to shower, sometimes when I sleep. but I never stop wearing it”

he was quiet, eyes locked on the ring then softly Elliott exhaled through his nose, gaze heavy with love. “Good.” the screen flickered faintly from the old wiring, but neither of you cared. even through the grainy pixels, it felt like you were right there. like if Elliott just reached out far enough, he could tuck your hair behind your ear. feel your fingertips between his.

he leaned back in the creaky chair, eyes still on you. he smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded like he was picturing it. “God, I wish I could crawl into that bed with you.”

you sighed, voice gentler now. “me too. I’d hold you. play with your hair until you actually slept.”

Elliott’s eyes softened at that. “you remember when you used to do that after I got back from drills?”

you smiled. “yeah.”

he looked at you like you were everything in the world. even through the grainy screen, even through the distance and the time difference especially through it he loved you. deeply. entirely.

you rested your cheek on your hand, blinking slowly. Elliott didn’t speak for a while he just watched you.

then you yawned. Innocently. a soft little sound, barely audible. your arms rose above your head in a big, sleepy stretch shoulders rolling, back arching slightly.

and that little tank top your were wearing rode up. just a little. just enough. enough to show a bit of soft, warm skin at your waist. the faintest dip of your stomach. and beneath that? a small glimpse of fabric. the top line of your underwear peeking out

you didn’t even seem to notice. but Elliott did.

his breath hitched. his jaw set. “Jesus Christ” he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for the mic.

you blinked. “Hm?”

he shook his head quickly, coughing into his fist. “Nothing. Nothing. Just… stretchin’ too.”

you laughed softly, curling your knees up to your chest. “God, I’m tired.”

Elliott leaned back in his chair, one hand running over his mouth and moustache as he tried to calm his heart rate back to normal. his body was tense, filled with with pent up energy he hadn’t burned off earlier. you were sweet and soft and right there on the screen, just barely out of reach and it was torture.

“you still wearing those little cotton ones?” he asked suddenly casual tone, voice low.

your eyebrows lifted, lips twitching. “Elliott!”

“What?” he said, “Just making conversation.”

“Uh-huh” you said dryly, but your face betrayed you that smile broke through your pout

he eyes looked over you again, this time more slowly, a small grin on his lips. “is it the little pair with the flowers? or the one with the lace trim. black. low-rise. used to drive me insane, remember?”

your lips parted but the words got caught in your throat for half a second. you did remember. your back against the bedroom wall, his hands under your shirt, mouth somewhere between your jaw and shoulder, murmuring into your skin how good you felt in nothing but those

“Elliott stop!” you squealed

he exhaled a soft chuckle, low and rough, but his eyes never left you. “If I could touch you right now, if I could get my hands under that shirt, pull those panties down your thighs and…..”

“Elliott!!” your tone flustered cutting him off.

his tongue swept across the inside of his cheek thinking. “you know I don’t need to be there to hear how you sound when you’re squirming, trying not to make noise. you forget how many nights I’ve had to make do with just your voice in my ear?”

your heart was hammering now, one hand gripped the sheet of your bed comforter as you stayed quiet. “Can I tell you what I’d be doing if I had you under me right now?”

you didn’t hesitate, nodding quickly.

Elliott’s grin spread more on his face ,the kind of look he used to give you when he had you pressed to the mattress. his forearms were on the desk now, eyes taking in the view of you in that warm little room, soft light giving your skin a beautiful glow

“You remember” he said low and quiet, “How you used to squirm when I kissed down your stomach… slowly like I had all the time in the world.”

“that soft little gasp you make right before I get to your thighs.. yeah, that one.” He smiled to himself, “And when I finally get between them, how you’d buck up the second you felt my mustache tickle your clit… Jesus, you were always so fucking sensitive there.”

you could feel the warmth in your cheeks, but you couldn’t look away. his voice was a low in your ears now

“I’d open you up with my thumbs, just barely” he murmured, his own breathing shallowing “and lick teasingly slow until you grabbed my head, tried to push my face in deeper. thought I didn’t notice, huh?”

you exhaled shaky chest rising

he smiled again, softer this time. “I’d fuck you with my tongue, just like that until your hips were coming off the bed. you used to grind against my face. whimpering fuck, I can still feel your thighs squeezing around me.”

he swallowed, hard. his free hand drifted under the table. just a brush at first innocent, like he was adjusting himself but then it lingered, curled, and pressed. his cock throbbed painfully inside his military pants, precum dampening his boxers, thick and warm against fabric too

“Show me something” he said, voice rasping. “You’re sitting there in those tiny little shorts… show me what’s underneath.”

you blinked, mouth open slightly, eyes wide but your fingers had already hooked into the waistband of your sleep shorts. slowly you rose to your knees so he could see, dragging the shorts down the curve of your hips, thighs, all the way to your ankles. you dropped them to the floor

“Fuck” Elliott muttered before he could stop himself teeth sinking into his lower lip.

your panties were a pale soft pink, a thin cotton stretched prettily over the swell between your thighs, a damp patch already forming. you weren’t even trying to hide it. you knew what you were doing. and he loved you for it.

then came your tank top one hand gathering it up and over your head, revealing the matching bra underneath. your skin looked almost gold in the light, hair falling down your back, you sat back slowly letting him see everything. the rise and fall of your breathing. the innocent little smile on your lips.

he was gone. Elliott’s palm cupped his cock through his pants now, pressing against the bulge as it strained hard. he kept it slow, quiet, not wanting you to know how far gone he already was not yet. he just wanted to watch for now

and you? you leaned a little closer to the camera, fingers drifting lightly down your stomach, dancing just above the waistband of your panties as if wanting him to tell you what to do next.

his eyes locked on yours. “touch yourself for me.” his voice pleading but commanding. “real slow. just the way I used to. let me see how wet you are.”

he couldn’t stop himself his hand rubbed harder over the bulge in his pants, his hips shifting helplessly against the pressure.

you didn't break eye contact not once not even when your hand crept slowly down your stomach, tracing lazy, teasing circles along your skin like you were just getting to know your body again. and in a way, you were. but only through Elliott’s eyes. only for him. your breath came a little shallower with each inch downward, your thighs twitching as your fingertips slipped beneath the soft waistband of your panties.

Elliott's jaw clenched the second your fingers disappeared from sight, the image on his screen pixelated and grainy but real, real enough for him to imagine every movement, his hand tightened around himself over his pants, and he felt it then a warm spurt of precum soaking into the fabric staining the inside of his boxers. he didn’t care. he other hand clenched the edge of the desk hard enough to hurt.

you paused, fingers nestled between your pussy, then, without him saying a word you moved the fabric aside. just enough. just enough for him to see.

your wet hole, your arousal caught in the low light, the tiny twitch of your hips as you held yourself open for him.

“Fuck” Elliott groaned low in his throat, “Look at you.”

he palmed himself harder now, hips rocking slightly against the pressure, breath ragged. the sound of it came through in bursts between crackling comms static. he looked starved.

“Take it off for me” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “All the way.”

you moved slow. so, so slow.

the panties slid down your thighs, catching slightly at your knees before you pushed them off, you didn’t try to hide how soaked they were didn’t need to. that was part of what had him shaking on the other side of the screen. you tossed them just out of frame, then reached behind you.

the bra unclasped with a faint click, straps sliding off your shoulders..

you sat back, fully exposed, thighs parted, arms loose at your sides. your nipples were stiff and hard in the cool air, your chest rising with each breath, you didn’t speak. didn’t move. you just looked at him.

Elliott froze, a sound catching in his throat

“Jesus Christ” he whispered, pressing the heel of his hand against his cock through his pants.

you sat naked and calm in front of that shitty old laptop camera while he sat breathless and needy in a comms room ten thousand miles away.

he didn’t even notice his hand was trembling. you smiled sweetly at him

“Your turn.”

he didn’t blink, didn't stall, didn't even smirk. just moved.

the chair scraped faintly against the concrete floor as he stood, the sound of metal clinking barely audible as he undid his belt his hands moved quick. his fingers were tense as he unfastened the button, tugged down the zipper of those rough-stitched military pants, and let them drop around his boots.

you inhaled, soft and sharp. he was still in his boxers, but the outline was impossible to ignore. big and hard. the cotton strained over him, the bulge stretching toward his waistband, and there a wide wet stain soaked into the fabric, right over the leaking head. the way his cock twitched pressed like that, made your thighs clench

and then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and dragged them down.

your breath caught as his cock sprang free.

it slapped against his lower stomach flushed, the head leaking, from the buildup he hadn’t touched properly all day. he didn’t say a word.

just sat back down, his pants and boxers somewhere around his ankles and reached forward to angle the laptop.

the screen jolted a little as he adjusted it down lower, framing himself entirely. you had a full view now Elliott’s broad chest rising and falling, the cut of his waist, and his cock, hard and glistening, resting against his stomach before he curled his fingers around the shaft and lifted it upright.

he exhaled through his teeth, hissing as his palm slid along the length once, slowly.

“For you” he said hoarsely, staring right into the camera. “All of it.”

your pulse quickened in your throat, hands still resting loosely on your bare thighs, but the tension in your shoulders gave you away. you looked down for a second then back at him. cock in his hand, hand trembling as he fought not to move yet.

but your voice came quiet, hesitant, barely above a whisper.

“But… Elliott” you murmured, “What if someone catches you?”

your pout deepened, your body still tingling with need, but your expression was suddenly unsure. “What if they walk in? What if someone hears you…sees us?” your arms came up instinctively to fold across your chest, not fully hiding just that feeling of fear tightening in your belly.

Elliott didn’t move. his hand stayed where it was, wrapped lightly around the base of his cock, but he let his voice soften again. gentle now.

“Hey” he said softly, the tiniest smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. “look at me.”

you did.

“No one’s gonna catch us” he said, calm and sure. “Comms room is closed. I locked the door. Everyone’s too busy rewatching that video. swear. just me in here. just us.”

you swallowed, eyes still searching his face.

he leaned in a little, the camera shifting just slightly, “We’re safe. nobody’s coming through that door. and even if they tried, i’d hear it. you don’t need to worry.”

“I’d never let anyone see you like this but me” he murmured.

the nerves in your chest calmed down a little, and you nodded.

“okay..” you whispered. your fingers slid slowly back down your thighs, arms unfolding again, “only because you said so.”

Elliott was back in his chair, hand around the thick length of his cock, his other arm braced against the edge of the desk. his eyes never left yours.

you laid back slightly, spreading your thighs wider as you dipped your fingers between them, already slick and aching. breath catching in your throat as you moved slow circles, just enough to tease. and he saw.

"That's it, baby" Elliott breathed, his voice sweet. “Let me see how pretty you get for me.”

you moaned, your hips twitching up instinctively.

“I can see it” he went on, pumping himself slow from base to tip, the skin tight and glossy from how hard he was. “Your little clit all swollen begging for me to put my mouth on it. miss that so much tasting you, tongue deep inside you while you push my head down.”

you whimpered, your fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance

“Want you so bad it hurts” he breathed. his hips shifted forward into his palm, then smack he slapped the head of his cock against his hand, a groan coming out of him. “Fuck, look at you. so needy. you miss this cock?”

“Yes” you gasped, arching your back, rubbing faster now. “Elliott- I miss you, I.. God..”

“Yeah, baby? you gonna cum for me? can’t stop thinking about how tight you feel, how you used to squeeze around me when you were close. just for me.”

you switched hands using your non-dominant one, the one that wore the ring. you slid your fingers lower slowly, slowly down your wet hole. the cool metal rubbing against it, and you moaned as you pushed your finger with the ring in until it disappeared, snug, your body swallowing it.

his jaw parted slightly, mouth open, breath ragged.

“You- holy fuck” he groaned, cock twitching in his grip.

“I wanted you in me somehow.” you moaned.

“God” Elliott murmured, “You’re so fucking perfect. look at you, fucking yourself with the ring I gave you, whimpering like you need me right now. and I’d be there, if I could I’d push that ring in deeper with my fingers, with my cock-“

thighs shaking, fingers moving frantically now, you were a mess, panting and whimpering, lips parted, your free hand gripping the sheet beneath you.

Elliott’s breath came in ragged gasps, teeth clenched thighs trembling. he was pumping himself with desperate strokes now, the slick wet sounds of his fist on his cock

“baby-” he grunted, head falling back, “I’m.. Jesus- I’m gonna fucking cum.”

your eyes widened, still working your fingers in fast tight circles over your clit, your thighs twitching from it already building inside you but you weren’t there yet.

“No- Elliott wait” you gasped, making your voice high and sweet. “Please.. Elliott wait for me don’t cum yet.. please-”

He groaned like it physically hurt to hold back, he slowed just barely, chest heaving, “Shit alright- alright, baby”

you moaned out, back arching, fingers curling against your clit faster now, faster as you let the other hand rise up, cupping your breast. you moaned at the feel, needy and high-pitched, groping yourself hard, tweaking your nipple between slick fingers until your hips bucked off the bed. thighs trembling, that white creamy ring of slick clinging to your knuckles

“look at you look how wet you are for me- squeezing that pussy like you’d milk me dry if I was there..”

Elliott continued pumping his cock

his groan was deep as thick spurts of cum shot on his fist, dripping hot down his knuckles. he stroked himself through it, hissing, gasping your name

your breath still came in short gasps, chest rising and falling, your hand resting lazily across your belly, fingers glistening, ring still nestled deep inside you

Elliott slumped back in the chair, arm limp over the edge of the desk, thighs streaked with his own mess, his cock slowly softening against his thigh. his other hand brushed through his short hair, damp with sweat, eyes half-lidded but on you.

and then his mouth twitched. a little crooked smile, barely there, but visible

you let out a breath of laughter, soft, lips curving as your cheeks flushed not from embarrassment, but from how happy he looked, how much you loved seeing him smile like that again.

“I can’t believe we just did that” you murmured, a giggle breaking through the words

Elliott grinned wider, still panting a little, his voice rough with pleasure and affection. “I can” he said, “and I hope we do it again. like. every night.”

you both laughed now, you reached for the sheet with one hand, tugging it lightly over your lap, but not rushing to hide. you liked that he could still see the curve of your thigh, the softness of your skin.

he wiped a streak of cum off his thigh with the bottom of his shirt and winced. “Shit. I really made a mess.”

you giggled again, then leaned toward the screen, “you always do.”

he rolled his eyes, smiling stupid now, teeth showing.

first writing for elliott 😩

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

BITCHHHHH my man shaved off his mustache and goatee Ive never cried so hard in my life, might need to take a break….❤️‍🩹 to cope do i write a elliott x f!reader where he shaves his thick luscious mustache off and reader is a whiny crybaby mess, and he just babies and comforts her ofc smut

[warfaredoll]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

after an argument Elliott shows you where that mouth belongs and how to properly apologize

smut w slight plot, PURE FILTHY SMUT SMUT, Elliott a little mean, wc 3k, this came to me in a vision 🧘‍♀️

“You’re fucking unbelievable” you said, flat and quiet too tired to yell anymore. “this is why I don’t talk to you. you go from here” your hand shot up “to here” your hand dropped at your side “in two seconds.”

he scoffed and didn’t say a word

just turned his back to you, stepping past like none of it mattered. like none of it ever really hit him

he dropped onto the couch with a heavy grunt, legs spread wide, head thrown back against the cushion. his arms fell to his thighs you stared at him at and without a glance back, you turned away and walked into the bedroom

it was sometime past midnight when you cracked open the bedroom door. you stepped out quietly

he hadn’t moved from the couch in over an hour. his posture had stiffened, arms crossed, jaw clenched you’d tried already small apologies from the kitchen doorway, then hesitantly closer ones, brushing your fingertips against his shoulder only to have him shift away

but you knew him. knew the way his body still leaned slightly in your direction, his leg bouncing restlessly like he wanted to say something, just didn’t trust himself not to snap

so you dropped to your knees

both of your hands holding you up as your knees met the cold hardwood floor. he didn’t glance your way at first, kept his gaze onto the muted television screen where some documentary played. you crept forward, crawling between his parted knees, his thighs warm and tense in grey sweats stretched from how uncomfortable he sat. his chest rose once sharp but he still didn’t look down.

so you did what you knew would break him. you leaned in and laid your cheek against the bulge pressing forward in his pants, “I’m sorry.”

he inhaled through his nose quick, like it’d startled him but his hand twitched

you nuzzled again soft and slow, dragging your cheek left then right across the stiffening outline beneath, murmuring low lips brushing where your face laid “I didn’t mean it. I was angry you know I just-” a kiss right there, over the growing swell in his pants “-get frustrated.”

his hands weren’t crossed anymore. one slid to the back of your neck, fingers going into your hair while his thumb rested just behind your ear just holding you there

“I’m talking to you Elliott” you said softly, “Don’t ignore me when I’m trying to fix things.”

finally, his head tilted down his lips were parted jaw slack now. not angry, but more on edge

“You’re fucking crazy” he muttered voice hoarse a mix of disbelief “you really think you can just crawl over here and-”

you smiled against him. “mmhm” you hummed, mouth open now pressing a wet kiss to the head where it began poking through the cotton

he leaned forward instinctively, hand tightening in your hair. “this your way of saying sorry?”

“I’ll make it up to you”

he let out a low grunt, and his thighs parted wider

his fingers thread through your hair gently at first, then they curl in a rough grip, jerking your head back. you gasp, eyes wide, lips parted his knuckles pressed tight to your scalp

“You’re sorry?” his voice is quiet but there’s nothing gentle in the way he says it

you blink up at him, eyes wide, lips wet, sweet and parted, a tiny nod in his grasp

he lets out a exhale through his nose, and his other hand comes up palm cupping your cheek, he grips your face like he owns it, thumb pressing into your jawline, fingers spread wide across your skin. you nuzzle into it, nodding again as best you can while he holds your head still in both hands

“going to make it up to me?”

“Mhm” you hummed into his palm

another nod submissive and perfect. and then he releases your face with a light slap, not harsh but enough to sting and warm your cheek, to let you feel him even after he lets go. your face stays turned from the impact, breath trembling, but your fingers don’t hesitate they find the waistband of his sweats, drag it down in one motion, boxers following, his cock springing free, hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip from how long he’d been holding back

he leans back, one arm slung across the couch’s backrest, spreading himself wide jaw tight, eyes on you, daring you to prove it.

“Well?” he says, “Get to it.”

your fingers wrap around him, a slow warm grip, trembling slightly. he twitches in your palm, you give one smooth pump, dragging your hand up from base to head, watching the slick bead of precum swell and smear beneath your thumb as you circle it teasingly. his hips shift barely but you feel it

then, you lean in and drag your tongue just once over the sensitive tip. he exhales sharp through his teeth, fingers tightening into the cushion behind him

you lower your head again, lips parting just enough to leave delicate kisses along the base of his shaft your mouth warm and wet as it moves across every inch. your tongue traces the thick veins on the shaft, gliding upward in little flicks and strokes

when you finally reach the head again, you let your lips wrap around just that swollen tip, sucking gently, the soft wet suction makes him groan quietly, your tongue swirls around the underside, lazy circles teasing the most sensitive spots while you hold him in both hands

but you don’t take him in all the way, just the head. suckling and teasing

“cmon” he raps, and before you can react, both his hands are in your hair, gripping tight at the roots, fists curling hard enough to sting as he yanks your head down

you gasp, lips spreading wide as he drives his cock past them in one quick thrust, the head pushes past your tongue, deeper than you’d taken him yet, and your throat tightens instinctively gagging softly around him. but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you time to breathe or adjust

“Yeah that’s it” he mutters through clenched teeth, hips thrusting upward as he starts to fuck into your mouth. your hands trail up to his thighs to hold onto him, but he’s already holding you right where he wants, fingers tight in your hair, moving your head down to meet every thrust

“just how I like it” he groans, your throat choking slightly with every push. spit bubbles out around your lips, dripping down your chin as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat with wet filthy sounds

“Don’t have anything to say now, huh?” he’s mocking you. “all that mouth, all that talk now look at you.”

you blink up at him through watery eyes, tears prickling the corners from how deep he is. but you don’t fight it, you take it, let him use your mouth like it’s made for this

“You should start using that mouth for this more” he breaths, “Instead of fucking arguing.”

his grip tightens as he continues to use your mouth, dragging your head down with each thrust until your nose’s buried in the hair at his base, choking softly with each thrust, spit now running in thick globs down your chin. strings of it coat his cock, wet and shining, from your lips to the base as he fucks in again, again. your eyes water, vision blurring around the edges, nose running down to your upper lip, you look messy and ruined. and he groans at the sight of it, turned on beyond words

“Fuck yes love it when it’s messy like this” he groans out, hips twitching as he fucks into your face like he can’t get enough. the squelch of your mouth around him, as your lips seal tighter trying to keep up with his pace. he’s so deep, so big, your gag reflex barely holding up, but still you take it shaking, choking a little, but never pulling back

your fingers dig into his thighs, you’re gasping through your nose when you can, but it’s hardly enough, your face hot, wet, ruined, but you don’t want him to stop.

he grunts again and yanks your head back just a few inches enough to let you breathe, let you catch your breath. “Take those off” he pants, as he looks down at you. “Now.”

your lips let go of him with a wet pop, a thick strand of spit hanging from your mouth to his tip, eyes still watery and lips swollen as you nod

you move back slightly, trembling as you slide your hands to your waistband, dragging your shorts and panties down past your hips, lifting your knees off the hardwood so you can get them down over your thighs. the cool air hits your wet pussy instantly, your thighs wet with your arousal

he sees it sees the way your pussy clenches around nothing, already wet and needy from how he’s been using your throat

you toss the clothes somewhere next to you, leaving yourself bare and exposed between his knees, hair still being held n his fists. you shiver slightly, lips parted, breathing heavy and then moan around the head of his cock as you take him back into your mouth again

he doesn’t let up his cock thrusts into your throat again and again, while drool pours freely down your chin, gliding over your lips and getting messily onto your chest. your nose is buried in him now, his groans deepen, his hips jerking just a little more as he watches you choke and fucking take it

he stops

he holds your head down for a second, letting his cock twitch at the back of your throat, and then slowly eases you off him, your mouth slipping free with a string of spit still connecting you. you fall back onto your heels panting, tears streaked down your cheeks and chin soaked, lips slick and parted

he leans forward, “Get up.”

and you do, legs trembling as you try to get up, the ache in your knees as they lift off the hardwood all red. you sway slightly from how weak they’ve gone, thighs sticky and trembling as you climb clumsily onto his lap. he leans back, cock still slick from your mouth standing hard against his stomach

he pats his thigh once with a hard smack. “rght here cmon.”

you climb into his lap, straddling him, your pussy already hovering over the swollen head of his cock. you hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into warm skin as the tip slides against your folds, spreading them, nudging right at your entrance. his hands come down on your waist, firm and hard, thumbs pressing into your skin, holding you steady as you hover over

“Sit” he says

and you obey

you sit down. the stretch stings, he’s big and your pussy resists at first, slowly taking him in. you exhale a shaky moan as he fills you, your body twitching around him as more and more of him slides in, that pressure building until you bottom out, seated fully stretched wide and full and panting.

“Fuck…” you gasp, fingers curling hard against his shoulders, head dropping to his neck as your body adjusts, pussy already gripping his cock as you grind slowly

he groans, hands tightening on your waist, and then his palm smacks across your ass. loud, hard, stinging. you jolt in his lap, back arching

“You want to make it up to me?” he pants

you nod, lip trembling

“Then work for it.”

your legs ache as you rise up on your knees, just enough to feel his cock drag along your pussy and then you drop again, you do it again slower, your breath breaking into moans as you start fucking yourself down on him while he sits back and watches

“You look so fucking good like this” he murmurs. “little mess on my cock finally being useful.”

another slap to your ass, harder this time

“Keep going. you want forgiveness? earn it.”

your hips rise and fall, thighs shaking as you grind down onto him, riding his cock desperately, your mouths parted in soft gasps, and he watches, loving the the sight of you in his lap. how your body trembles, how your pussy coats his cock every time you come back down, how your nipples strain against your thin tank top, hard little peaks teasing him through the fabric

“Mm” he hums, his hands sliding up from your hips, dragging your shirt up until your breasts are bare, bouncing slightly as you ride him. he palms both of them at once, rough fingers pressing into soft flesh, thumbs circling your nipples

you moan, head dropping back, chest pushing into his touch. he plays with them pinching, rolling, rubbing watching the way you squirm, the way your pussy clenches around his cock every time he tweaks a nipple just right

then one hand leaves your breast, moving up to grip your jaw, forcing your head back upright, thumb on your chin and fingers tight on your cheeks as he locks eyes with you

“Tell me, tell me how fucking sorry you are.”

you blink, cock drunk and breathless, but you nod, words tumbling out in all ragged

“I’m sorry” you whimper, voice cracking as your hips keep moving “I’m so sorry Elliott. so- fuck didn’t mean it I swear I’m sorry I’m sorry-”

the words turn into little gasping pleads “Never again- never Elliott, I swear…” your voice cracks, filled with tears and desperate guilt

“Keep going” he murmurs, watching your eyes go glossy “Don’t stop.”

and you don’t you keep babbling, pleading into his hand as he watches you, your apologies turning into soft broken murmurs, half-sobs caught between moans

you keep riding him, thighs aching, breath breaking in sobs around your pleads of “I’m sorry” like it’s the only thing left in your head. you’re bouncing on him now, pussy squelching with every thrust down

“I’m sorry so sorry, Elliott please… I didn’t mean it- I’ll be good I’ll be good, I swear-”

he lets go of your face for just a moment, sliding his palms back to your chest again, toying with your nipples his fingers pinch and pull them tightly, tugging until you yelp, then rolling the sensitive buds between his calloused fingertips until your back arches. it just makes your pussy grip tighter around him

then his hand comes back to your face, this time grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eye

“Say it again. look at me and say it.” he demands

your lips tremble, eyes glossy and wide, lashes clumped with tears. “I’m sorry” you whisper again. “I’m s-so sorry please Elliott… please-”

his chest rises quick, cock still throbbing inside you and suddenly he’s telling you to get off

you blink confused, lips parted “Elliott?”

but he doesn’t answer. he fists his cock instead, still slick from your throat and your pussy, pumping it roughly as he drags you down by your head, guiding your dazed teary face toward his belly

he groans loud this time, voice breaking and then he’s there jerking off beneath you as warm sticky cum spills across your cheeks, your lips, your nose. thick spurts splatter messily up your face, some hitting your forehead, dripping down over your mouth and chin, getting in your hair where he’s still holding you in place

“shit that’s it.” he says through gritted teeth, hips bucking into his fist, watching his cum go all over your pretty face. “there.. take it- fucking wear it.”

and you do. eyes closed, mouth open, as his cum drips over your tongue and skin, his cock twitching inches from your lips. he groans again softer now, dragging out the last of it, and only then does he release your hair, letting you rest onto his lap, face soaked in his cum, chest rising and falling as you lay against him waiting, still not sure if it’s enough to be forgiven

do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys

yes ho im crawling back on all 4’s 🤫😛😛

@https-junebug @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @cosmosbabydoll @illyrianbrat @the-spicy-sugar

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott figured if something sweet wanted to find him now, even if it came in a envelope from someone years younger than him, he’d be damned if he turned it away

thank u anon for requesting thiss ‹𝟹, big ole age gap, wc 3k, smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, IM BACKK!!

he barely looked at the envelope. the was the truth of it

dirt streaked his forearms, caked dry in the folds of his sleeves. the letter creased and bent, lay against a cracked mess table where half a dozen other things waited for his attention

“Elliott” someone muttered behind him, Tommy probably, always nosing around “that for you?”

he didn’t answer. just kept writing, one wrist propped up like it hurt. when he did reach for it, it wasn’t with curiosity and the way he tore it open, sliding a finger under the seal, felt more like muscle memory than interest

the handwriting inside was nice and neat. probably young, definitely female, no stickers, perfume, or kisses signed in lip gloss. just words on the paper thank god

just a girl, whoever she was, writing him like they had some connection. as if she had the right to imagine what his days were like, what he might miss, what he might need

he didn’t get past the first paragraph

his eyes flicked once to the bottom, skimming past the signature. he didn’t bother memorizing the name, didn’t want to. he folded the page in half, then in quarters, then again until it was small enough, it wasn’t even worth tossing away. it went straight in his pocket to be forgotten

because this was some girl some teenager, probably dreaming up a romance with a soldier who wasn’t ever going to write back. he didn’t need this, he didn’t have the time, not for fantasies, not for a relationship

he was thirty-five years old. so no. he didn’t read it, didn’t let himself

and he forgot about it. until three weeks later, when the next one came.

he didn’t know why he kept the second letter. should’ve forgotten about it the way he had the first. burned it or given it to Tommy so he could snort and make a joke about it

but Elliott didn’t. he read it, all of it

late that night, sitting in the corner of the house with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out, boots unlaced, he held that letter in both hands and read every word. you wrote like you were talking to someone you already knew. like you thought he had time for this

he huffed through his nose. not quite a laugh more like a exhale that might’ve been turned into a smirk

“If you ever need someone or anything to take your mind off things” you’d written “I’m here.”

and that’s what made him keep reading

he knew, he knew this girl, you, couldn’t have been more than twenty, twenty one tops. and yet that line sat with him all damn day

he waited two more nights before writing back. even sharpened the tip of his pencil like it mattered

scrawled on a scrap torn from the back of a old piece of paper, crooked and uneven

“oh yeah? you don’t even know me and you’re offering yourself to me?”

he stared at it a while. the corners of his mouth curled up, a hint of disbelief in his own reaction. he hadn’t smiled like that in a long time, not because it was funny but because the thought of you, sitting somewhere far from this hellhole daring to write to a stranger like him…

he folded the note, tucked it in an envelope like it was any other official letter, and handed it off without a care. didn’t think much about it again until a week later when you wrote back

from there it grew. letter by letter, every week he wrote to you, sometimes more

he sat alone behind some stacked up mattress, where his watch post was. he had your letter in his lap. his hands rough, callused, twitchy from hours of trigger discipline. he held it more gently than he’d ever handled anything else out here. creased but not torn, smoothed out flat across his thigh, his thumb traced a word you’d written “yours.” again and again like it meant something

but you’d gone further this time, so much further

he’d gotten used to your sweetness, your way of writing like you were curling up into his side, whispering everything just for him. but this one, this one changed everything

you hadn’t held back

“I want you to fuck me. I want your hands on my hips pulling me back into you so deep I can’t speak. I want to feel your mouth on my skin, your fingers filling me. I want to be your good girl, all yours, I want to look up at you with tears in my eyes because it’s too much but I still begging for more.”

his eyes had widened when he read it. his mouth parted, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, breath huffing through his nose. a dry humorless chuckle slipped out of him, almost a scoff in disbelief

then he turned the page. and tucked inside the folds, half hidden between the letter carefully folded.. was a photo. printed

and there you were laying back, naked, your tits perked up like a goddamn gift for his eyes alone, nipples flushed, hard, begging to be sucked between his lips. your hand held the camera, angling down just enough to frame your pussy glistening and perfect, lips just barely parted like they were waiting for his tongue. there was nothing timid or shy about it you’d opened yourself up to him. your body said take me, and your face said I want you to want me like this

Elliott exhaled hard, hand dragging down his face over his jaw. he closed his eyes for a minute but that only made the image more clear

god he could see it, smell it, even if only in imagination. he could feel you on his tongue already, taste your pussy, hear your moans when he buried his face between those thighs, your legs tightening around his head

his cock was painfully hard. it pressed tight against his pants, twitching at the very thought of your voice moaning his name, of your fingers clinging to his shoulders while he fucked you slow and deep, making you feel every goddamn inch you’d begged for in the letter

he folded the letter slowly, set it aside then unfolded the photo again, eyes trailing every inch, your mouth half parted, your throat, your chest, the soft curve of your waist and the plush mound between your thighs wet and waiting. you wanted this, you wanted him

not just a soldier, not just a man, you wanted Elliott

and he couldn’t stop imagining how you’d sound, how your voice would hitch when he pushed inside you for the first time, how your eyes would roll back when his hand closed around your throat just tight enough to make you gasp, how your hips would lift greedy offering everything you had

but you said it… you can touch me however you want

he hadn’t felt desire like this in years, lust? yeah plenty of that. but this wasn’t lust. every word you wrote, the photo said i’m yours. just say the word, i’ll let you do anything

Elliott groaned, head tilting back to knock gently against the wall. one hand slid down over his lap, cupping the bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants. he closed his eyes and pictured you again bent over his lap, legs shaking, face twisted in pleasure, crying out as he filled you, fucked you harder with each thrust until you couldn’t think anymore.

you’d offered yourself to him and he was done pretending he didn’t want to take it

he was already writing his reply in his head, he looked down at the photo again, breathing hard

but elliott never got around to writing you back. his fingers had hovered over the pen and paper, half a sentence blinking and unfinished, but his mind wasn’t on replying back anymore. it was on you. that picture you’d sent an innocent soft smile and tilted head but to him it was more than that, you were his girl, he’d decided. even if he never said it out loud

the belt came undone with a clink. he shoved it off, rough fingers pulling down his pants and boxers together, his cock meeting with the chill air. it stood tall, flushed and veined with a tinge of red at the base, heavy enough to sway forward slightly, a glistening bead of precum catching at the tip

he muttered your name under his breath fuck, he thought running a hand over his shaft “god look at you” he whispered, eyes fixed on the picture his thumb brushing the picture like it was skin, your skin “pretty little thing, you’re killing me.”

the first stroke was slow. a hesitant pull from base to tip, and already his hips bucked forward like his body couldn’t wait. his breath caught, he groaned, “shit” then spat into his palm, he rubbed it in, coating his cock with warm slickness, your name soft on his lips again like he couldn’t stop saying it, didn’t want to

the strokes turned tighter. he imagined your thighs spread, panties peeled aside or just pushed down to your knees, that soft heat between them slick and waiting for him. “you’d let me wouldn’t you?” he said through gritted teeth “wouldn’t even make me ask.”

his cock jerked in his grip. he squeezed tighter. imagined the way your breath would hitch when he slid the head along your folds, teasing, then eased in slow inch by inch, your pussy clenching around him. his thumb swirled over the slit, slick with spit and precum now, and he hissed between his teeth, “fuck… fuck yes…”

he rutted into his fist harder, hips lifting off the chair now “you like being mine?” his voice cracked slightly, “know I ain’t supposed to, know it’s wrong but I see that sweet little face and I don’t care.”

the rhythm got quicker. his eyes squeezed shut, brows knitted. in his mind you were beneath him moaning, gasping, whispering his name. he pumped harder “take it all baby… mmm fuck, I know you can…”

“look so damn tight…” he gasped, and suddenly his whole body arched “going to cum baby, gonna- shit…”

he bucked and jerked into his fist, cock pulsing, spurting thick sticky cum over his uniform. his mouth hung open, panting ragged, eyes half-lidded as his hand slowed, milking every last drop. he stared at your picture, dazed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “that’s my girl” he murmured

his grip hadn’t let up. even after the first orgasm, slick and messy across his hand, his cock still twitched in his hand, half soft and glistening, and he kept stroking it lazily, watching your picture

you were sweet, young, maybe a little naive but the way you smiled in that photo, the way you tilted your hips just enough to tease, that was temptation. he’d told himself before that he was imagining things, reading into it but not anymore

he grinned, half-drunk on post nut haze, fingers sliding over the sensitive head as he shuddered from the overstimulation. “fuck, baby girl” he muttered low and raspy, “look what you do to me.”

and then came the thought, uninvited but there, what if she saw me? the real him. lines around the eyes, worn, and carrying so much from months of being deployed

he stared at your picture, pupils blown, fingers still working that sensitive swollen shaft. “would you still want me in that pussy” he breathed, “if you saw how much older I was?” his jaw tensed, hips rocking slowly upward into his own palm, imagining you hesitating at first eyes widening, lips parting, maybe a shy giggle slipping from your lips as you took in the broadness of his chest, the roughness of his hands, how deep his voice was as he said your name

he imagined you stepping closer anyway. fingertips on his jaw, breath warm against his neck as you whispered, “yes.”

that was it. that image of you kneeling in front of him, letting him guide your mouth down over his cock with your eyes shut that drove him right back to the edge. he pumped his cock faster “you’d take it wouldn’t you? you’d be so tight, so fucking wet for me…”

he imagined stretching that sweet pussy until you gasped and clawed at his shoulders, begging him not to stop. the pace of his hand became quicker his thighs clenched, “going to cum again fuck”

his head dropped back as another hot load spilled over his hand and uniform, ropes of cum landing messily as he laughed shamelessly. his cock throbbed hard in his grip one last time, then softened as his fingers slid off, wet and shaking

he sat there a moment, panting, sweaty, satisfied

then he turned back to the pencil and paper he left out

“hey” he wrote, his breath still uneven “been thinking about you again…”

brooklyn baby lana del rey

THEY SAY IM TOO YOUNG TO LOVE YA I DONT KNOW WHAT I NEED

@ddlydevotion @https-junebug @cosmosbabydoll @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @illyrianbrat

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott takes care of you after a bad sunburn

for @cosmosbabydoll ‹𝟹 , pure fluff, wc 500, elliott crumbs 🤏

you sat on the couch, legs tucked sideways and crossed between Elliott’s, your back bare. he sat behind you, one hand gently resting on your hip, the other holding a bottle of aloe vera gel. the sound of the cap popping open followed by the faint wet sound of the gel being squeezed out

“you ready?” he asked softly

you gave a small nod, bracing yourself as he slowly spread the aloe onto your skin. the gel was cooling but there was a slight sting. you gasped “jesus” you muttered

Elliott let out a soft chuckle as his fingers moved carefully rubbing the aloe in gentle strokes. “told you not to be out there that long” he said, and you didn’t need to look back to see the slight shake of his head. you could hear the exact way his lips would make a straight line, eyes squinting in concern and frustration

“I was only supposed to be out for a bit” you murmured

“Yeah? Well, your back is burnt now..”

you snorted a little shoulders jerking slightly his hand coming down gently on your side “hold still.”

you relaxed again, letting yourself lean into his touch

Elliott rubbed the last bit of aloe into your shoulder, you could feel the way he watched your back making sure he’d done enough and spread it evenly

he finally capped the bottle with a small snap sitting back with a sigh

but you spun around quickly, now cross legged in front of him, your face starting to peel around the nose and cheeks. “Elliott my face!”

he groaned under his breath, already reaching for the bottle again. “of course it is” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his jaw before looking over at you. “let me see.”

you shut your eyes and leaned forward trusting him like you always did. he huffed a little but didn’t say anything, just uncapped the bottle of aloe again. the sound of it made your stomach flip a little funny how something so simple could feel so intimate

the cool gel met your cheek, his thumb smoothing it in slow circles.

you exhaled slowly, “the feels… really nice.”

“Mm.” he didn’t stop. his fingers rubbed over your forehead, around your temples, the bridge of your nose taking his time

when he was done, he didn’t pull away. instead he rubbed your arm gently, then reached down to take your hands in his, rough fingers wrapping around your own his thumbs brushed over your knuckles in slow circles

you opened your eyes just in time to see him lean in “there” he said quietly

the his lips met yours, his mustache tickled against your upper lip making you smile into the kiss and he pulled back with that familiar look in his eyes

“you laughing at me?” he murmured

“no” you teased, “just forgot how much that mustache tickles.”

he smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek “guess I’ll just have to do it again until you’re used to it.”

gon be out this summer 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤫

@https-junebug @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @bib200 @illyrianbrat

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

[𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

loving Elliott wasn’t always easy. but it was certain win or lose, he’d always have you

introducing boxer Elliott ⭑, wc 3k, suggestive

၊၊||၊ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐳𝐚 ၊၊||၊

Elliott’s left eye was starting to swell shut, dark purple beneath it like a bruise was already forming. his lip had split somewhere in the second round and now blood traced messy down to his jawline, mixing with the sweat on his chest, and neck

you’d lost track of the rounds. but he was slowing down, hurting, and losing

“bad night for Elliott” one of the managers muttered beside you, low like he didn’t mean for you to hear it but you did

you exhaled, eyes still on the ring “yeah…” you said quietly, barely able to admit it out loud

the buzzer sounded sweet relief for a moment as the round ended and they went to their corners. Elliott collapsed onto the stool his team pulled out for him, hunched over with his gloves resting on his knees “Fuck” he spat, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth

his team came around him pressing cold towels to his neck and forehead, smearing ointment over the cut above his lip, dabbing under his swollen eye. his coach leaned in close, voice firm giving him advice; angles to take, how to keep his guard up, how he could still win this. but Elliott looked half out of it, his chest rising and falling fast

you leaned forward in your seat “Elliott”

he didn’t hear you the first time

you called again, “Elliott”

his head turned slowly, eyes finding yours across the ropes. he looked exhausted, but he heard you

“cmon” you mouthed

for a second, nothing just that stare. then his lips curled into the smallest, blood cracked smile. that’s all it took

Elliott wasn’t going to go out like this. not in front of the cameras, not in front of the crowd, and definitely not in front of you. he wouldn’t embarrass the woman who stood by him, with nothing but love in her eyes even when he was losing

so when that buzzer went off again, signaling the final round, he stood up taller, straighter, his shoulders rolled back, chest rising, blood still dripping but eyes clearer.

he started walking his opponent down, glove landing clean across the jaw, to the ribs, to the temple. Elliott’s glove snapped against his opponent’s chin with a sick crack, the man’s knees buckled, he dropped

knockout

the buzzer went off again, this time marking the end. Elliott’s team rushed to the ring, his coach yelling his name as they grabbed him, pulled him into hugs, raised his gloves into the air. he had done it, he came back from the brink of losing and won

but through it all Elliott was looking for one person. you

his eyes scanned the crowd, until they found you. you were on your feet now, clapping, pride pouring from every inch of your face. and when he saw you, he grinned wide, bright and boyish, like he just won the world and you were the prize at the center of it all.

the noise outside the locker rooms was still loud, cheers, conversations, full of celebration. but inside, it was quieter. all you could hear were the sharp clicks of your heels against the marble floor, you walked past security and team staff until you reached the locker room door. without knocking, you pushed it open

and there he was

Elliott sat on the bench, bare chested slumped forward slightly his chest rose and fell still, gloves were tossed to the side, working at the white wraps around his bruised hands. his skin still slick with sweat, blood drying in patches near his temple, along his jaw, the cut on his lip still slightly open. his shoulders were tense, head down in focus as he carefully undid the wraps

but the moment he heard your footsteps, he looked up. his eyes, though tired and bruising, softened immediately when they landed on you

“Baby” he breathed out

you walked up slowly, stepping between his legs, your hands finding their place on his shoulders, thumbs brushing along the line of muscle there

“Hey” you said quietly

his eyes shut for a second, his head dropped slightly as he sighed beneath your touch, his whole body relaxing

“you did good tonight” you whispered, bending to press a kiss to the top of his damp head “I’m proud of you”

he looked up at you, the corners of his lips twitching

“think so?” he murmured, voice hoarse from shouting

“yeah” you hummed softly

you reached over to grab one of the damp rags someone had left out and returned to him, gently cupping his jaw with one hand. his skin twitched at the contact, but he didn’t flinch, he never did when it was your hands on him

“sorry, sorry” you whispered quickly, thumb brushing his cheek soothingly

slowly, you began to wipe him down. you worked around the cuts, careful not to press too hard, dabbing at the sweat along his brow, across his jaw, down the side of his neck. you dragged the cool cloth over his skin tenderly. he didn’t say much. just watched you with that soft, dazed look

“Mmnh” he hummed low, hands wandering from your waist to the curve of your ass. he gave it a slow squeeze, fingers digging in like someone who’d done it a thousand times and never gotten tired of it

“have I ever told you I love this ass?” he said

“yes. all the time” you murmured not even smiling, just meeting his eyes like you knew exactly what was coming next

“Hmph.” that sound from his chest was almost amused, but his grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against him. even sitting, he made himself bigger, broad shoulders, bloodied mouth. you leaned in close, brushing the rag along his busted lip. cleaning the blood that had caught in the dark bristles of his mustache

he didn’t kiss you, but he wanted to badly

you saw it in the way his eyes were on yours, in the flick of his tongue darting out to taste the edge of his lip where you’d just touched. his breath slowed, your own chest rose a little harder, your faces were close enough that your exhales mingled

“I won for you, you know” he said finally

“you win for you” you replied, though your fingers slid from his face to his throat, at the hollow where you could feel his pulse “I just clean up the aftermath.”

he grinned crookedly, eyes half lidded, letting his hands smooth up your back, fingers pressing into your spine through your dress “still. I saw you watching me in the ring. you were biting your lip”

“I always do when you’re in the ring”

“yeah, but this time you didn’t stop”

you laughed under your breath and leaned in farther. setting the cloth aside. your hands were on his face, one thumb brushing against the cut at his temple, the other hand pressed lightly to his throat, just enough for him to feel it. his lips were parted now, breathing shallow

“I don’t want to hurt you” you whispered

“just kiss me” he rasped

and you did. it started soft just the brush of mouths, warm and cautious, mindful of the cut. but then his hands pulled you into his lap, one palm sliding under the hem of your dress, the other locking over your hip. he groaned into your mouth

you shifted, straddling him better where he sat on the bench, your knees digging into the wood on either side of his thighs, your weight pressing down on his hardening cock through his shorts. his head fell back again against the wall with a small thud. you followed, licking into his mouth, his mustache scraped your skin slightly, his mouth tasted like cooper

his breath was still ragged beneath you, chest rising and falling under your palms. the sweat on his skin hadn’t cooled yet, and his arms were still wrapped around your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go, but your body wasn’t moving anymore. you were just sitting there on his lap, straddling him, your breathing slowing, your lips parted like you were about to speak but something kept catching the words in your throat

Elliott caught it. you didn’t even have to say anything yet, the muscles in his arms tensed subtly around you, and he pulled back just enough to look up at your face. one eyebrow rose, his mouth was soft, his lips still swollen, still red. his gaze moved between your eyes, trying to read you

you licked your lips, paused, then finally let it slip “Elliott… I get that the more you get hit, the harder you fight. but now… you’re taking way too many hits before you get off.”

the moment you said it, his eyes didn’t widen, didn’t even harden if anything, that low familiar sigh slipped out of him, the kind you’d heard after his last three fights, after the knockdown in round seven, after the ice packs came out, after the med checks. his gaze drifted off toward the far wall, the corner where the floor tiles had started to chip

you’d said it before, in different ways, but tonight there was something more final and serious about it. it wasn’t said in anger, or frustration, or even pleading it was out of concern for him

“Baby…” he started voice soft, he wanted to defend it, you could hear it in the way his jaw twitched. you knew he had words in his chest something about heart, about pride, about how it wasn’t just about winning, it was about proving something. but you cut him off

“You can’t fight like that anymore.” you held his face again, fingertips stroking down the line of his bruised jaw, and this time your eyes never left his

he looked at you, really looked, and didn’t say a word because he knew.

you weren’t just talking about this last match. you were talking about the way he walked into fights like the worst couldn’t happen to him. you were talking about the swelling behind his eye, the way he forgot things sometimes, how long it took for the ringing in his ears to fade, you were talking about the part of him that didn’t know how to step down. and you were talking about how much more of him you wanted to keep. his stubbornness, his warmth, his laugh, everything

he opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, rubbing his hands up your sides slower now

you felt him swallow “yeah” he said voice rough “I know.”

and he did. you saw it in the slump of his shoulders, in the way he rested his forehead against your collarbone, letting himself fold a little into you, you wrapped your arms around his head, holding him while his warm breath fanned across your skin

“I hate seeing you like this” you whispered

“I know” he said again quieter

“but I’ll always be here” you added

“I know that too”

Elliott always listened to you. even when it didn’t look like it, even when the crowd was chanting his name and the bell was ringing in his ears and the blood was still warm in his mouth, somewhere in the back of his mind, even when his fists were up, he was still hearing your voice, loud and clear. you were his is reality check

and he didn’t need to argue this time. he’d already made up his mind. maybe not to quit, he wasn’t there yet but to change. to stop walking into punches carelessly, to remember not just to fight for his pride but for you

he kissed your chest gently

his mouth moved slowly, pressing kisses over the swell of your breast one, then another, then another each kiss a apology. “sorry baby” he murmured into your chest, again and again, the rough brush of his mustache tickled against the delicate skin of your chest, your neck, right beneath your ear

there was a sweetness to him now that didn’t exist in the ring. he saved it, hoarded it, and only gave it to you when the gloves were off and the adrenaline had left, and the man beneath all the bruises was just Elliott again. the man who kissed with you pure devotion and clung to you like your arms were the only safe place he knew

“you don’t have to say sorry” you whispered, cupping the back of his head as his lips moved along your jawline. but he kept whispering it anyway

he sucked softly at the base of your throat, his big hands smoothed up your back in slow strokes

“after every fight…” you whispered almost smiling “you do this”

he paused, his lips still against your skin, and chuckled low “because you let me” he said his voice rough and tender “and because I know it makes you feel that I came back to you. that I didn’t leave all of me in the ring”

you looked down at him. his eyes were still half lidded, dazed, but the softness there was something. no one saw him like this, not his team, not his trainers, not the media or the crowd shouting his name in the arena, just you

“you always come back to me” you said

“I always will” he murmured as he lifted his head enough to kiss your lips again. it wasn’t needy anymore, just warm and tender. his tongue barely flicked against yours, his hand cupped the side of your face. he kissed you like he didn’t care if the sun came up tomorrow. you like this on his lap, your hands on him, your breath in his mouth was the only place he’d ever want to be

tonight, he was a winner. but not because of the belt, not because of the knockout, but because of you

the way you stood by him always, the way you pulled him back from his pride, the way you touched him like he was still whole even when his ribs ached and his hands were cut and swollen. he’d let the world hit him, take and take and take but you were the only one who ever gave him anything

and by the time morning came, with your legs tangled in the sheets and his arm around your waist, lips still warm from lazy half awake kisses, he’d still be yours. safe, soft, still nuzzled against your skin

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔’𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

this song is their relationship, Elliott loves his wife 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️, had to watch boxing clips for this 🤏

@https-junebug @warfareangel @livelaughl0ve3 @bradleybeachbabe @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @illyrianbrat @tsunchani

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐔’𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𖤓 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬’

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧— 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫!𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 ⭑

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 • 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 • 𝐃.𝐌.𝐁 •

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥— 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 ౨ৎ

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 • 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 • 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 • 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮— 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐑𝐚𝐲 𐚁

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧’ • 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 • 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 • 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 • 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

[𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬]

me when i have tooo much free time and im left alone w my thoughts 😒

@the-spicy-sugar ilysm for the boxer elliott idea

[warfaredoll]

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott proves to you that he can still make you feel good, with or without his mustache.

smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, wc 1k, Elliott’s mustache tickling you when he kisses you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😩

you just lay there, propped up on your elbow, staring at him.

Elliott’s back is to you, bare with the curve of his shoulder rising and falling with every slow breath. he turns slightly just enough for you to see his face.

only it isn’t the same. his mustache the one you teased him about endlessly, the one that scratched against your lips when he kissed you, the one that made him look rugged even when he was half asleep was gone. completely gone.

“you’re staring” he mumbles without turning fully around.

“you shaved it” you say flatly.

“yeah. figured I needed a change.” he finally rolls over to face you “you hate it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“but you do.”

you sigh, reaching out to trace your thumb over his now smooth upper lip. It’s soft. too soft.

you don’t mean to pout not really. but it’s happening your bottom lip trembles just slightly, and your brows knit together as you blink hard.

It’s stupid, so stupid. but the tears are there hot and stinging at the corners of your eyes. Elliott shifts onto his side and sees it the look on your face. his eyes go wide knowing what was about to happen

“no. don’t do that” he says quickly, voice low and comforting “baby come on don’t cry.”

you try to blink it away, but a tear escapes anyway sliding down your cheek.

“I just-” Your voice cracks. “I loved it.”

“I know you did” he murmurs inching closer, cupping your cheek with his calloused hand. his thumb brushes the tear away. “I wasn’t thinking. I just woke up and felt like it was about time and- God I didn’t think you’d cry over it.”

you sniffle, pressing your face into his palm. “you looked so handsome with it. like… you. my Elliott.”

“I’m still your Elliott” he says softly.

you’re still sniffling, bottom lip out in a hopeless wobbly pout. the tears haven’t stopped if anything, they’ve gotten worse. you swipe angrily at your cheeks but they just keep coming warm and messy.

“I hate it” you mumble. “I hate it so much.”

Elliott just watches you with those soft understanding eyes

and then he shifts and pulls you gently into his lap, arms wrapping around you. you let it happen you melt into him like you always do, your knees tucked beside his thighs

“There we go” he murmurs, one hand cradling the back of your head the other rubbing slow soothing circles into your back. “Just let it out”

“I miss it already” you sob into his chest, voice muffled.

“I know baby. I know” he whispers, rocking you gently now. “I should’ve told you before I did it. should’ve asked. I didn’t think it’d hit you like this.”

“I just want it back” you whine, tears wetting his bare shoulder. “I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help it.”

“Shh, no you’re not stupid” he says quickly, pulling back just enough to look into your teary eyes. “You’re not. You’re just sensitive and that’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”

his thumb gently strokes along your cheek, brushing away a tear as he tilts his head and speaks in that low patient voice that always makes your chest ache in the best way.

you’ve quieted down now, tucked in his lap sniffling against his chest. his hands haven’t stopped moving slow strokes down your spine, fingertips brushing through your hair

“I’m gonna miss the way it felt when you kissed me.”

his hand stops briefly, then resumes stroking your back. “Yeah?”

you nod, still pressed into his chest. “It used to tickle… when you’d kiss me.” you lift your head slightly, your eyes meeting his again. “especially on my neck.”

he hums softly to that, “I remember. you’d squirm every time.”

“I liked it” you admit, “The way it felt when you’d trail your mouth down my neck, my back… my shoulders…”

he tilts his head, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. “and your thighs.”

you nod, “especially my thighs.”

Elliott exhales through his nose, “You’d get so sensitive when I did that. could barely sit still.”

your body’s still curled in his lap, warm and safe in his arms

“Let me show you” he whispers, “that it wasn’t just the mustache. it was me.”

you swallow thickly, nodding and he doesn’t waste a moment. he lays you back gently, his hands never stop touching one slides behind your neck, the other smoothing down your side

his lips press to your cheek first. then your jaw. then the curve of your neck. you inhale shakily the moment he gets there

he kisses you there slowly, repeatedly, the heat of his mouth warm. it’s soft. different without the scratch and then he shifts down a little more, his mouth trailing to your collarbone, your shoulder, his lips opening slightly as he lets his breath drag warm across your skin between kisses.

your head tips back with a sigh and he smiles against your skin whispering, “still tickles a little, doesn’t it?”

you nod, “It’s different… but it’s still you.”

“That’s all I want you to feel” he murmurs, “that I’m still here. every part of me.”

Elliott’s hands slide beneath the hem of your shirt, he lifts it up slowly his eyes never leaving yours, watching the way your breath catches when the cool air kisses bare skin. his voice is a low hum as he dips down, “gonna prove it, mustache or not.”

the shirt’s gone now, tossed to the floor without care and he’s already on you hands spreading wide across your ribs thumbs brushing under the soft curve of your breasts before he leans in, lips parting over the center of your chest. his kisses you there dragging his mouth lower, you arch under him instinctively

“You feel that?” he mutters against your stomach, a grin in his voice as he lays another kiss just beneath your belly button wet and sucking leaving a mark that makes your hips jerk. “Feels the fucking same, doesn’t it? you’re squirming already.”

his palms press down on your hips, holding you still as his mouth trails lower, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin you let out a breathy gasp when his mouth catches on that spot right beside your hip bone, sucking until your back arches. “do you miss the mustache now?” he taunts, voice muffled against your skin “or you remember how this mouth makes you feel good no matter what?”

your fingers thread through his hair, gripping tight and he groans low at the feel of it, dragging his mouth to the inside of your thigh. “I remember how you whine for me. how you twist like this…” he noses against the wet warmth of your panties, dragging his breath over it slow. “you gonna admit it yet?”

Elliott’s lips are warm on the inside of your thigh, his stubble rasps faintly across the inside of your thigh as he shifts lower, nuzzling into it, and your breath catches hard fingers twitching where they fist the sheets. each kiss is slower and sweeter than the last, until he finally slides his thumbs beneath the waistband of your panties and pulls them gently to the side revealing you, wet. just from his mouth alone

“Goddamn” he mutters, voice low and ragged more to himself than to you “look at that… all this, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

then he presses in.

not with his mouth… but his cheek. his bare, clean shaven cheek rubs slow right up against your pussy. the friction is subtle, soft you whimper hands coming up to his head as your thighs instinctively try to close in around him, as he gently drags the flat of his face across your pussy like he’s worshiping it, proving something deep in himself.

“You feel that?” he breathes against you, voice hoarse his lips ghosting over your clit as he turns his face slowly rubbing against you again chin, cheek, jawline, each stroke slicking with your arousal. “no mustache… still made you this wet, didn’t I?”

your hips twitch, trying to grind into the warmth of his skin and he groans his hands are firm on your thighs keeping you spread wide, under his control.

“You’re fucking wet” he says smug, voice all fucked out and proud as he kisses your clit now, just a soft brush and watches the way your whole body shudders. “You’re so ready for me I could slide in right now and you’d take every inch without me even trying.”

you moan, helpless aching already from nothing but the heat of his face against you, and his name tumbles out in a breathless gasp “Elliott. god, please-“

“you gonna let me in?” he breathes, “Gonna let me fuck you slow and deep like always?”

you nod “please, fuck, please”

but he wants the words.

“Say it. tell me who makes you feel this good.”

“You” you gasp, nails digging into his arms. “You, Elliott.“

That’s all he needs. his hips shift forward, and he sinks into you with one slow thrust, thick cock stretching you wide, filling you perfectly. and he presses his forehead to yours as he bottoms out, breathing hard.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s it” he mumbles against your lips, staying buried deep, savoring the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. “You feel that? still fits like heaven. fucking perfect.”

he starts to move slow at first, dragging his cock out inch by inch before pushing back in with a sharp, wet sound

“You take it so good” he pants, voice breaking between thrusts. “Always take me like you’re made for me. look at you… look how you open up for me, all pretty, all soft.”

he rocks harder now, “You want it rough, baby?” he breathes, lips brushing your ear. “want me to fuck you so deep you forget your own name?”

you nod desperately and quickly.

he exhales deeply, grabbing your ass with both hands and fucking into you, driving you back against the mattress with every thrust, his voice pure filth against your throat. “That’s it, cry for me. Tell me how full you are.”

“So full” you whine out, “you feel so fucking good Elliott.“

he kisses you hard, pulling back for just a moment

“still miss my mustache?”

when it’s prickly so i don’t even wanna kiss him no more 💔💔

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