warfaredoll

[warfaredoll]

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, drabble

you were sound asleep, breathing slow and steady, your mouth slightly open as you drooled against Tommy’s arm. he didn’t mind. if anything, it made his lips twitch into the softest smile. you laid on your side with your cheek tucked against his arm, Tommy was right behind you, chest flush against your back, one arm curled beneath your head and the other wrapped securely around your waist like he was afraid to let go. you legs were tangled together under the covers, his bare feet brushing yours with every slight shift

he felt the damp patch cooling against his bicep. he huffed a quiet laugh through his nose, you’d be embarrassed if you knew. he hoped you wouldn’t notice in the morning

this. you. was supposed to be the good part. coming home, sleeping in a bed again, holding the person he loved, feeling safe. this was what people always said would fix things

but it all started the same way every night.

Tommy’s breath hitched as the dream crept in

a hole in the wall, Elliott on the stacked mattresses, Frank somewhere in the corner, a flash of metal, the clatter of something bouncing once before it exploded

he could still feel how close he was, how it left his ears ringing, and shook him

the IED came after. that smoke, that silence that followed, the kind that wasn’t really silent at all, just filled with the buzz and mumble of his own scrambled head

he remembered it all.

his grip on you tightened unconsciously. just a little, the dream wasn’t letting up. his heart started to race, sweat collecting at his brow, his body suddenly feeling hot. he wanted to kick off the covers, rip them off even. but he didn’t want to wake you, didn’t want you to get cold

his body twitched in his sleep, the way it always did when the dream got too real, like his body was trying to run even while his mind was stuck. his palms were damp, the faintest ringing starting up in his ears, distant but sharp

and you were still sound asleep beside him.

until Tommy suddenly jerked upright with a strangled gasp, almost a choked off yell. the arm under your head yanked back too fast, startling, rough, but not on purpose. his whole body jolted awake

he sat there, hunched forward, one hand flat over his chest like he was trying to hold his heart in place, the other up against his forehead. the ringing was louder now, the throb in his head wouldn’t stop

“Fuck” he huffed voice raw

you sat up slowly, eyes still heavy with sleep, but soft with concern. you turned toward him, trying to figure out how bad it was, what to do, what to say

from the corner of his eye, Tommy saw you. his throat tightened at the sight of you looking at him like that. gentle, worried, still waking up

“Shit baby” he mumbled, not daring to look directly at you “I didn’t mean to. go back to sleep.”

Tommy didn’t want you seeing him like this. not shaking, not crying without tears, not waking up like he’d just come back from someplace that was his hell

he hated that you were seeing it now

he hated the look in your eyes. not pity, but tenderness. the kind that made it hard to believe he was really home

“Tommy…” you whispered, already reaching for him, fingertips brushing his arm

but he pulled away. not harsh, not in rejection. just a reflex

“I’m okay” he said voice strained, the words sitting wrong in his mouth “lay back down.”

he tried to soften it for you, tried not to sound as wrecked as he felt, but the crack in his voice gave him away

but you knew better. even if he never told you the details, the why or the how of it. you’d never forced him to talk, never demanded the full story. you didn’t need it

all you ever did was stay. and for Tommy, that was more than he knew how to ask for

so you laid back down like he asked, your body warm against the sheets, but your eyes open and on him

you watched the way his chest rose and fell too fast, like he couldn’t slow it down

you saw the way his eyebrows pulled tight, even with his eyes shut, like he was still stuck somewhere else

you caught the slight tremble in his fingers, the sweat clinging to his brow, the crease of a frown that tugged on his face

he sat there like that for a long while. silent and not really moving

and even though he told you to sleep, you knew he needed you more than he’d ever say

so you waited.

after a while, Tommy finally moved. slow, hesitant. like lowering himself back onto the bed was something he had to think about, something that cost him to do

when his back finally hit the mattress, he let out a shaky exhale, and his eyes stayed on the ceiling

“I’m sorry” he said quietly

barely a whisper and it nearly broke you

because Tommy didn’t have to apologize for a single thing. not for the nightmares, not for the shaking, not for waking you up. you would’ve stayed up all night if it meant he didn’t have to feel alone

still, to him, saying sorry felt like the right thing to do. like it was the only thing he could do for waking up his girl in the middle of the night with something he couldn’t even begin to explain

you leaned into him, resting your cheek gently against his shoulder, your hand finding his arm and rubbing slow, soothing circles along the skin

“I’ve got you” you whispered “You’re home.”

he moved a little, just enough to turn onto his side, facing you now. his eyes were softer but still tired

and you just looked at him. taking in the lines of his face, how they’d softened just slightly, how his breathing had slowed, how close he was now

you whispered little things to him, sweet things

words like “you’re safe” and “I’m here” and “you don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to.”

and slowly, he finally wrapped his arms around you again, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling there like that was the only place in the world where he could breathe right

you felt the softest murmurs against your skin “I’m sorry…” and “I’m okay…”

like he needed to say it enough times to believe it

and you held him through every word against your skin, until the shaking stopped, until his breathing matched yours, until he was asleep again in your arms.

everytime i remember how he was just THE NEW GUY and how close he was to the grenade and IED my day gets ruined 💔.

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[warfaredoll]

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 & 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟, smut, drabble

Frank’s hands gripped the tops of your thighs tighter than necessary. warm calloused palms, fingers half tensed beneath the hem of your skirt where it’d rode up too high for decency. you hadn’t bothered pulling it back down. the fire crackled beside the two of you, your weight sat heavy over his lap, just enough movement in your hips every now and then to make sure he didn’t forget exactly where you were.

you turned your head slowly when he kissed your cheek, his beard stubble scratching against your skin. he smelled like woodsmoke and beer, skin glowy from sitting too close to the fire for too long, and his voice when he murmured “Can’t get comfortable?” came out low, like he already knew the answer

his eyes were different in firelight, deeper, not as blue as they were in daylight. his hair, usually in a neat comb over, was a mess, some loose hairs falling over his brow, he was put to ease by the long evening and the drinks passed around. now it was just the two of you keeping each other warm

you didn’t answer him with words. instead, you shifted again, hips moving forward just barely, the seat of your panties sliding right against the hardened ridge beneath the front of his jeans. his breath caught, a sharp inhale through his nose as his thighs flexed beneath you

his fingers gripped a little tighter, kneading softly just above your knees, then moving upward. you felt the tension in his hands and the way he held himself too stiff, too careful

Frank was trying very hard to be good, but you weren’t.

you let your head fall back onto his shoulder, your cheek brushing his as you whispered “Mm, maybe if you warmed me up more…” you felt him grow impossibly harder beneath you, cock straining against the denim. he groaned into your neck “Fuck”

behind you, the fire cracked again. someone muttered in their sleep, Elliott probably, then fell quiet. only the occasional clink of a bottle or rustle of a jacket as the wind picked up

Frank’s breath deepened against your neck, warm exhales over your skin. his stubble grazed along your jaw as he kissed down, lips dragging in a trail. he didn’t rush, never did when he wanted to savor you. his mouth paused at the curve where your neck met your shoulder, sucking softly, tongue smoothing over the mark as you tilted your head to give him more space

his hands, rough and hot, as they massaged your thighs in lazy circles, then they moved, slow up your sides, the edges of his palms brushing your ribs until they settled over your waist. his thumbs pressed into your tummy, then his hands found your breasts

he cupped them, his palms perfectly around the shape of them, thumbs grazing over your nipples even through your top, and you gasped, breath catching as his fingers began to knead slow, the kind that made your thighs press together out of instinct. he felt it

“Look how soft” Frank murmured, like he was speaking more to himself than you, like he couldn’t believe you were this soft, this warm, this willing. his thumbs circled your nipples again, coaxing them into peaks

your thighs rubbed together again, breath shallowing, your body arching slightly into his touch

“Frank…” you breathed, voice more of a plea than saying his name, your hand catching one of his and dragging it back down, not forcefully, just enough to tell him where you needed him now. not in between, but just resting over your thigh

but he understood, of course he did.

the weight of his palm settled back over your thigh, his fingers flexing once before you parted your legs, just enough, thighs shifting open under his hand. your skirt bunched up slightly, giving him room. and that was all it took. he squeezed the inside of your thigh, fingertips dragging upward slowly

his hand slid under your skirt, fingers running up your inner thigh. you sucked in a breath as he neared the edge of your panties, his thumb brushing the seam first, knuckle grazing the crease between your thigh

then his finger found your panties.

you could feel the way you were already aching through the cotton, the way your clit had begun to peek, begging for attention. Frank ran his finger up and down the soft fabric, slow at first, then with more pressure, dragging it just over your clit again and again. the sensation made you twitch, your hands gripping his thighs from below

“fuck” he murmured against your ear “you’re fucking burnin’ through these.”

then he pressed his finger in harder, not enough to move the fabric aside, but enough that you could feel the pressure flattening over your clit. you whined, hips lifting ever so slightly, chasing more. but the cotton wouldn’t give, his finger pushed down, you pushed up

he groaned, his finger circled again, this time slower, pressing harder, then lifting just barely, just enough to drive you crazy with how close and how far he was. “your pussy’s begging for me.”

you whimpered again, softer this time, and he chuckled low in his throat

his free hand came up, skimming under your shirt, warm fingers moving over your ribs, then back to your breast. he kneaded it again, a little rougher now, pinching your nipple gently through the fabric and earning another helpless little moan from you

but that teasing finger between your legs kept working up and down, each pass slicker than the last. and every time he pressed just a bit harder, dragging the cotton tighter over your swollen clit, rubbing in without quite touching it directly

“you're begging and you haven’t even said a word.”

you squirmed, hips rolling instinctively, searching for friction

his hand stopped suddenly

“say it.”

you blinked, breath caught in your throat

“say what you want.” his voice was sharp now, serious “say it, or I’ll keep teasing you”

he pushed down again, firmer, finger rubbing right over your clit through the soaked cotton. but still, just fabric between you

“Say it” he said again, and this time his teeth grazed your ear “tell me you want my fingers on your pussy. tell me how bad you need it.”

his hand flexed again, squeezing the inside of your thigh, the pressure of his other hand against your pussy. you could barely think

“Frank” you whispered, voice hoarse, throat tight with how badly you needed him “please. I need you to move my panties. I need your fingers in me. not through it. please.”

he let out a breath. and then he did

with one slow drag, his finger hooked under the soaked edge of your panties and pulled them aside. the air kissed your bare pussy, and he groaned at the sight. your slick folds glistening in the firelight, your clit flushed and waiting. he didn’t tease now. his finger ran straight through your mess, from your entrance to clit, finally finally giving you what you begged for

“Fuck, baby… yeah” he breathed, watching the way you shuddered under his touch “there’s my good girl.”

and when his fingertip circled your clit bare now, no more fabric between, your whole body clenched, a choked whimper escaping your lips “Ahh fuck”

he smiled into your neck, lips pressing one more kiss beneath your ear, and then his fingers began to move

two thick fingers sliding deep into your slick, the stretch of them filling you just enough to keep your thighs twitching with every pump. his palm stayed flush against you, while his thumb worked tight little circles over your clit. he knew your body like it belonged to him, and it did, and he reminded you of that every second his fingers fucked into you

“listen to that” he rasped behind your ear, his voice trembling just enough to betray how hard he was beneath you “you hear that?”

you did. the wet sound of his fingers going in and out of your soaked pussy mixing with the crackle of the fire

and if anyone woke up now? If Elliott stirred from his drunken snore a few feet away, if Erik lifted his head and turned just slightly?

they’d see everything.

your skirt was bunched up over your hips, Frank’s fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy, his other arm wrapped around your body to hold you flush against his chest while your legs fell open across his lap. your panties were barely hooked to the side now, sticky and useless. you were spread and needy and absolutely wet, squirming like a needy little thing on his fingers while the fire’s light caught over the curves of your body and the glisten between your thighs

maybe it should have terrified you. but instead your pussy clenched tighter, grinding down into his palm

Frank felt it. “Dirty girl” he groaned, a crooked smirk in his voice as he thrust harder, faster, his fingers curling inside you just right “Getting off on the idea of someone seeing you like this? you want them to wake up? want Elliott to look over and see my girl fucking herself on my hand?”

you moaned too loud. a breathy whimper that escaped before you could catch it, your body shifting in his lap as you tried to muffle it with your hand

bit it was too late.

Frank’s hand was already over your mouth, big and warm and rough, his palm pressing down with just enough force to muffle the next choked cry that left you when he fucked his fingers harder. “Shhh” he whispered, lips against your temple “you’re going to wake them up.”

you could feel how hard he was now. his cock straining painfully beneath you, pressed tight under his jeans. you moved back against him helplessly, back arching as your pussy clenched around his fingers. every thrust of his hand had your ass pressing into him, and he groaned each time

“so wet. fuck, I could take these fingers out and slide right in, right now, right here.”

the thought of it made your pussy clench again, your moans coming faster now, muffled but high pitched, sweet and broken. his thumb never stopped circling your clit, faster now, harder, dragging every twitch out of your body. the pressure inside you built up fast

you whimpered into his hand “Mmhhnn”

Frank’s mouth found your ear again “That’s it baby. let go. get my fingers soaked so I can feel it all over my cock when you’re sucking me off.”

your pussy clenched hard, and then it hit you

you finished with a full body tremor, legs shaking, mouth crying out into his hand, your entire body spasming as Frank’s fingers kept pumping through your orgasm, fucking the wet out of you until it was dripping down onto his palm and soaking his jeans “Thaaat’s my girl” he groaned, fucking you through it like he owned you, and he did. “So good for me. fucking mess.”

your breathing was uneven, face flushed and lips parted under his palm, and he finally lifted his hand away from your mouth, letting you gasp fresh air

but you could still feel it

his cock.

hard, twitching under you, trapped behind his jeans and the sticky mess of your pussy wet through your panties and onto his thigh

you turned your head toward him, dazed but still wanting more

“Frank… you’re hard.” breathed

he laughed, voice hoarse “yeah, don’t think I’m letting you off that easy.”

your lips curved into a little smile

you slid off his lap without another word, down to your knees on the hard dirt ground, between his legs, skirt still hiked, panties still to the side. your breath was still shallow as you looked up at him and reached for his belt. his eyes were half lidded, mouth parted, his hand flexing once on his thigh as you undid the buckle

“Good girl” he murmured “you going to take care of me now?”

you pulled down the zipper and freed him, his cock springing up from the denim and his boxers, tall and flushed and already leaking. you wrapped one hand around the base, gave him a slow pump, and leaned forward, licking the tip just enough to make him grunt

then you took him in your mouth. slow, deep, messy, your tongue flattening against the underside, your lips sealing around the head, the taste of salt and precum on your tongue. Frank’s hand immediately tangled in your hair, his fingers threading through and gripping tight as he groaned, head dropping back

“That’s it baby… fuuuuck…”

the fire cracked behind you, casting light across the filthy scene. his cock stretching your mouth, your eyes locked on his, tongue sliding around his shaft with slow strokes. his hips bucked up once, gently, letting you take more, and you did, moaning around him as your hand pumped what your mouth couldn’t take

every time you moaned, he twitched. every time your tongue swirled around the head, he groaned

you were still wet down your thighs, your pussy exposed to the night air, still pulsing, but now it was about him

you sucked him slow and deep, messy and warm, and you didn’t stop even as the wind rustled the trees and a bottle clinked somewhere behind you. you didn’t stop even when his thighs tensed and his hand tightened in your hair and his hips started to jerk

because you knew how this ended. with Frank’s cock buried down your throat, his voice cracking your name, and your mouth filled with everything he’d been holding back earlier

wrote this while thinking of that scene where he hip thrusting into the air

and idk him calling u a good girl 🤏 i ponder

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

i love your work! also i would love to see an nsfw alphabet with them! xo

WARFAREDOLL IS BOOKED N BUSY

my new project. expect a 1000k word essay for each one

[warfaredoll]

EASYYYY WHITE CHOCOLATE……

frank such a cutie. ive been sleeping on him ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[warfaredoll]

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗’ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ℧ 𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

[𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲] 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚊𝚢 𓃔𓃽, blurb, suggestive

you weren’t late, you wouldn’t be. Ray didn’t even have to tell you what time just “later this evening” in that slow drawl of his, smile crooked like he’d already seen you naked in his head. and you’d smiled right back, like you’d been waiting all damn summer. the second that invite left his lips, your imagination ran; water slicking down those lean muscles, the trail of hair down his belly darkening as he climbed out, his jeans long discarded, cock free.

so you dressed for it. shorts so small they barely covered the crease where thigh met hip, tank top stretched thin over your chest, no bra, not when it was coming off anyway. you brushed your hair just once, finger combed, and gave yourself a last look in the mirror. lips parted, eyes a little too wide, too eager.

you stepped out barefoot, the screen door creaking behind you, and there he was sitting on your porch. Ray sat crouched near the rail, his back to you, flicking pebbles like marbles across the old boards, shoulders rolled under the faded blue of his button up. the fabric tugged tight across his back when he shifted, one boot heel hooked on the bottom step, the other flat on the ground like he hadn’t moved in hours and wasn’t planning to anytime soon. he looked like he’d been waiting on you since the sun came up

then he turned

that grin slid over his face the second his eyes met yours, he took you in slow, no shame, not even pretending to look away

“Well now” he drawled “if that ain’t the prettiest sight this lake’s gonna see in years.”

“don’t tell me I’m overdressed.”

his gaze dropped right there on your chest, where your nipples strained hard against the thin cotton of your tank

he didn’t answer right away. just stared until the corner of his mouth tugged up again

“not for long, I hope”

he stood then, legs unfolding, thighs stretching that worn denim in a way that made you bite your lip. his shirt hung open just enough to show a peek of chest, that tanned skin you’d been dying to taste. he turned, stepping off the porch like it was the most natural thing in the world that you’d follow

“Bo!” he called, sharp whistle between two fingers

the dog perked up from the shade under the porch with eager panting, a rangy old mutt with ears too big and eyes that always seemed to know too much. he trotted alongside Ray like they did this every evening

the path to the lake was down the road, you took the kind of shortcut you memorized by heart, branches brushing your shoulders. Ray walked just ahead, boots crunching soft over dry grass, his body easy and relaxed, like he wasn’t thinking about anything except maybe how good you’d look wet

you were thinking about him as well. the way those jeans fit when he stepped, the curve of his ass, the tug of his shirt as it flared around his waist. you imagined reaching out, slipping your fingers under the hem, pulling that denim down slow until…

“cmon now” he looked over his shoulder, voice teasing “you laggin’ back ‘cause you’re shy, or ‘cause you want me to come carry you?”

you caught up in two strides, stepping beside him just in time to catch the smirk he tried to hide. your fingers brushed his hand, he caught them in his warm and rough.

Ray didn’t wait for anything. the second his boots hit the grass at the lake’s edge, he kicked them off, one thunk then another. his fingers went straight to his shirt, slow at first, the way a man does when he knows eyes are on him and he knew. oh, he knew. each button popped open, revealing that beautiful tan skin. when he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, it slid down his arms, caught on one elbow a second before he flung it onto a low branch nearby

then came the belt. metal clinked, the buckle opened with a flick of his wrist, and his fingers slipped to the button on his jeans. fly down, he pushed them off his hips and let them fall to his ankles, stepping out of them. all that remained were the snug navy plaid boxers, the fabric stretched tight across the swell of his thighs, the outline of his cock barely hidden

you didn’t look away, not once. his body tan all over, broad shoulders, some faint scars along his forearms, stomach flat but not soft, that thick scar across him trailing from rib to belly. it wasn’t pretty, and you wanted to run your tongue along every inch of it

he caught you staring

and instead of smirking, instead of saying something cocky like he always did, he walked toward you

reaching for you. fingers hooked under the hem of your tank, and you didn’t hesitate. you lifted your arms, let him pull it over your head, his knuckles brushing against your ribs as he dragged the fabric up. when your breasts came free, nipples already hard, his eyes dropped down instantly. he didn’t speak, just looked, really looked and you let him. the way he stood there, chest rising, close, like he was holding back from touching you

you reached for him slow, tracing that scar with your fingertips

it twitched under your touch, so did he

you followed the line, down past his ribs to the flat of his stomach, where it ended just above his bellybutton, his breathing deepened. you could feel the tension in him, in the way his muscles shifted under your hand, in the way his cock began to stiffen against the fabric of his boxers

his gaze drifted up again, from your hand to your chest, his eyes settling on the soft swell of your breasts. he didn’t grab, or grope.

Ray didn’t hesitate not after your fingers had traced that jagged old scar of his. he lingered just long enough to take in the shape of you, lips parted like he meant to say something but forgot the words. then without a warning, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, slid them down in one pull, and took off in a sprint

you blinked surprised “Ray!”

he laughed as he ran, that wild joy bursting out of him, bare ass running until he jumped in with a big splash that swallowed his whole body. the water rippled, Bo barked from the river bank, tail wagging, circling and yipping like he’d just lost his damn mind

Ray was gone for a second, then two

then he popped up with a gasp, water slick on his buzzed head, streaming down his face as he ran a hand over it and shook the drops from his eyes

“waters’ awfully nice” he said, chest rising, droplets clinging to his collarbone “cmon in”

he lifted a hand, gesturing you over

you didn’t keep him waiting. your fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts, teasing them down. your bare feet kicking it off. then came your panties, wet a little with you already, you pulled them down, let them fall, and tossed them toward the grass without looking where

his eyes never left you. the second you were fully exposed, naked, standing in the open like that, Ray let out a low whistle, a slow exhale

“Well damn” he muttered, dragging a hand through the water “you keep makin’ me wait like this, I might just have to come drag you in myself”

you giggled, breath catching in your throat as you stepped toward the water. Ray watched with that same hungry look, and in awe as you stepped in

the lake rose around your ankles, then your calves. the chill made goosebumps form on your skin, a full body shiver as the water kissed higher up your thighs. then your belly, that sensitive curve just below your ribs

“shit it’s cold” you gasped, arms curling around yourself as you stepped deeper

Ray was only a few inches away, his shoulders bobbing above the surface, eyes on you

“c’mere” he said, his hand reaching out under the water

you moved toward him, the lake parting around your waist, your breasts rose barely above the waterline. he reached for you, fingers sliding across your hips, pulling you in until your chest bumped against his

“you’re warm” you said, voice soft against his throat

he grinned “guess we’ll just have to share.”

his arms were around you, holding you against him in a way that felt instinctive. his skin was warm beneath the water, broad chest pressed to yours, the faint pressure of his gold chain brushing your breasts with every rise and fall of his breathing. it wasn’t a flashy piece just a simple loop, dull from wear, cool against your flushed skin

he raised one hand, cupped it and dipped it into the lake

you watched as the water spilled over his knuckles as he lifted it, then poured it gently over your head. it ran down your scalp, across your forehead, over your cheeks and neck, soaking your hair and sliding between your breasts. the shock of cold faded, and you let out a soft sigh leaning into him without meaning to

“little better?” he asked, voice close to your ear

you blinked, and smiled “yeah. much better”

the last of the chill had left you now, chased off by his body, the comfort of his arms, and the warmth between your thighs. his hands didn’t roam, they simply stayed at your back and hip, palms firm, but gentle. the kind of hold that said he’d wait but also that he wanted it

he bent his head and kissed your shoulder. it was soft and quick, his lips barely lingered, but his voice came right after

“might be the devil talkin’. ” he murmured, mouth still against your skin “but I want you right here”

you giggled half from nerves, half from thrill and lifted your hand to smack his shoulder lightly

“Ohh Ray” you said, rolling your eyes with a smile you couldn’t fight

he grinned back, wide and shameless

you looked around just to be sure, though your heart already knew and saw nothing but the trees, and Bo curled up under a pine tree with his nose tucked to his tail. the dog wasn’t watching, no one was watching

it was just you and Ray

“and if I let you have me?” you asked, voice soft your breath warm against his cheek, and Ray didn’t pull back, he leaned in closer

“ain’t no one around here” he said

you mirrored him, inches apart now. “mhmm” you hummed, eyes half lidded, breath mingling, your fingertips lifting to toy with the chain at his throat. you twirled it gently around one finger, felt it tug against the back of his neck. he didn’t stop you, just stood still and watched, like your little game had him held by the throat

his hands moved again, slow and warm, slipping up your sides until his thumbs found the soft skin just under your breasts. he began to rub there, slow circles, his fingers brushing the underswell where your skin curved into his palms. every pass made your thighs press together under the water

you both tilted your heads

his eyes closed shut. lips parted, breath shallow. you leaned in too, your own mouth opening just slightly, inviting, waiting. and then you stopped, right there, barely an inch left for your lips to meet his in a kiss

his breath caught enough to feel the shift in his chest against yours. he opened his eyes slow with need, and you watched his tongue flick out across his lower lip, wetting it like he was trying to savor what you almost gave him

you smiled and pulled back just enough, chest still brushing his, water rippling around you, and his mouth opened a little like he might curse but instead he laughed soft and sharp through his nose, head tipping slightly as he shook it

“goddamn” he said “you’re such a fuckin’ tease.”

you gave him your prettiest grin, sweet and smug. and he grinned right back, eyes crinkling at the corners

“you’re lucky you’re a pretty little thing” he said, hand sliding down from your ribs to squeeze your waist

“lucky?” you repeated teasing still, leaning just a little closer again

“oh yeah” he said “real lucky. ‘cause I ain’t never had a woman make me wait this long without gettin’ her soaked for it one way or another”

you raised an eyebrow “really?” lips trying not to quirk up into a smile like you could see right through him

you both knew it was bullshit

there weren’t other women. there weren’t past flings, no parade of girls with short skirts and open legs tucked into the corners of Ray’s life. you were it. the only one who’d ever gotten close enough to press against that scar on his stomach like it meant something, the only one Bo wagged for, the only one he watched like you were the best thing in his life, like he couldn’t believe someone like you had even looked at him twice.

he could pretend all he wanted. could drop that line with that cocky confidence. but you saw the way he softened every time you smiled. how his eyes got dark but tender when he looked at you like he was holding something precious in his hands, something he knew damn well not to drop

you stepped forward, let your thigh brush between his under the water, his cock stiffening slow against you. you let your fingers trail down his chest, pausing just below that old scar again

“you’re full of shit Ray” you said sweetly, chin tilted, mouth close enough to graze his “ain’t nobody else makin’ you wait. i’m the only tease you’ve got”

he didn’t deny it, didn’t even try

his mouth twitched, then curved into a smile

“you’re the only one I’ll ever want” he admitted

he pulled you closer, bringing you flush against him. you felt his cock hard against your hip now, needing you, aching, but waiting. because he would. he’d wait all night, all summer, every goddamn season if that’s what it took. that sweet pussy between your legs? he wanted it yeah. wanted it bad. but more than that.. he wanted you. all of you, every breath, every look, every tease

“you keep playin’ like this” he said, brushing his mouth over your cheek “and I’ll be beggin’ for a taste”

“and if I let you beg?” you murmured

he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder “then I’ll get on my knees, right here in this lake, and praise what’s between your thighs”

me w the 5+ cowboy Ray smuts in my drafts

@ddlydevotion @https-junebug @onmyknees4kai @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @heegasm @alexislameee @irrelevantsnowy @coconuttiez8d @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @gallaghrh @legoflowrs @illyrianbrat

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

Helloooo

I saw something on instagram about a girl putting lipstick on her boyfriend hand to see the shades

What about doing that with Erik or Sam ? 👀

Have a good day or night :)

OH I LOVE THISSSSS ☹️☹️☹️

𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦…

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — you walked hand in hand with Erik down the aisles of the store, despite how out of place he looked, tall, muscled. he never once let go of your hand, even when people stared. you stopped suddenly in front of the lipstick section, and Erik came to a smooth halt beside you. rows and rows of lipstick shimmered under the harsh bright lights. you squinted a little. the reds all looked the same until you got them on skin. reaching for a tester, you leaned into Erik’s side, your cheek brushing his shoulder gently. “Erik…” you said sweetly, letting your voice draw his attention like you always did, he turned to look at you, “Hm?” his voice was low, soft, just for you. “let me see your hand” you said, already sliding your fingers down his arm until you reached his. you gave his hand a little tug, and his lips twitched into a half smile. he held it out to you, palm down, the scar on his knuckle catching in the light “go ahead” he murmured, nudging his hand closer. you grinned, uncapping the first tester and gently swiping a coral shade across the back of his hand. then another, berry pink, then nude, then deep red. you were focused, blending one out a bit with your fingertip. Erik stood there quietly, like your own personal canvas, his eyes mostly on you. “This one’s too orange” you said under your breath, swatching another one just above his thumb. Erik tilted his head to look at your work “What about that one?” he asked, nodding toward the dusty rose shade smeared near the center of his hand. you paused, looking up at him “you’re getting good at this.” he smirked, a rare but boyish thing that made your heart feel full “I pay attention.” he said, with a shrug. you giggled, placing a kiss right on the edge of his jaw, you picked your favorite shade at last, cleaned off the back of his hand gently with a wipe, and slipped your fingers back into his. he held on tighter than before. and even if he never said it, you knew he loved your little antics.

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — Sam had been trailing behind you for what felt like hours. the bright white lights overhead were harsh on his eyes, the perfume in the air was enough to give him a headache, and his feet were starting to ache in his boots. who knew makeup shopping was such a workout? he sighed dramatically, looking around “They really should put a bench in here” he muttered under his breath. “for boyfriends. just a damn chair or something.” his voice was gruff and quiet, but you didn’t hear him, you were too focused, leading him by the hand. and even though he was tired and his body was begging to sit, he followed you. you tugged him gently to a stop in front of a display of lipsticks. Sam watched the way your eyes lit up. he could already tell, this was it. he sighed again but softer this time, because he knew exactly what was coming next. without even asking, you pulled out a tester, and before you could say a word, Sam extended his hand toward you, wrist limp in surrender, the back of it already angled for swatching. his fingers twitched a little, but he didn’t pull away, you looked up at him, surprised for a second, and then smiled that smile he always fell for. he smiled back, small but there, trying to act like he didn’t care. but he did. you started swiping shades across the back of his hand, a little blob of mauve here, a dusty rose there, a bright red near his thumb. he stood there in silence, watching your focused expression, the way your brows furrowed just a bit, your bottom lip caught gently between your teeth, and though he’d never admit it aloud, he liked this, being a part of your little world. even if it meant walking around stores that smelled weird and left lipstick stains on his skin for the rest of the day. the colors layered over the back of his hand splotchy “this one might be the one” you whispered half to yourself. Sam looked down at the mess you were making of his hand, then back at you. “hope so” he said dryly “or we’re gonna need to move more up my arm”

you laughed, leaning in to him “you love it.”

he huffed a little “not the lipsticks.”

“but me?” you asked looking up at him with that sweet playful look you always gave him. he sighed again, but this time it came with a smirk and a shake of his head “yeah, you. always.” and with that, he let you keep swatching shades on the back of his hand, because even if Sam complained, his hand would always be waiting, palm up and ready

• sam just being so over it but going along w it bc it’s you!!

• Erik the sweetheart that he is. do i even needa say more?

[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 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 ♡ 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 & 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡!𝐑𝐚𝐲

𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‘𝟐𝟓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩

[warfaredoll]

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

this was supposed to be your daddy…

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — you had it all planned out. the wallet Erik kept eyeing at the store? bought and tucked away. his favorite cologne, the snacks he loved, and the socks he claimed “mysteriously disappeared” every week? wrapped and hidden. you had even picked out the perfect card, handwritten with your favorite memories of him as a dad. and a little drawing your son had made folded inside a card you helped him write. you even had tiny handprints stamped in paint and framed, ready to make him tear up like he always did when it came to your little boy. every detail perfected. the plan was to wake up before him, decorate the kitchen table, and surprise him like he deserved. but of course… Erik beat you to it. you stirred awake that morning, confused by the warm light in the room and the empty spot beside you in bed. when you sat up, you were met with the smell of breakfast something sweet, something savory, and the faint sound of little feet running across the hardwood floor. then, a knock on the door “Mommy!” a tiny voice giggled, followed by a clumsy push as the door creaked open. your son peeked in, messy haired and smiling, holding a bouquet nearly half his size. a mix of your favorite flowers; sunflowers, peonies, wild daisies spilling over the edges of his arms. “daddy says happy fathers day to you” he said proudly, barely understanding the meaning behind the words. Erik appeared behind him, shirt slightly wrinkled, smile wide “happy father’s day baby” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss your temple “or should I say… thank you for making me a father.” you blinked, slightly confused and still dazed. he walked over, setting a tray of breakfast down on the edge of the bed. pancakes shaped like little hearts, fruit on the side, coffee just how you liked it. then, he handed you a folded piece of paper, edges a little bent, colored in with crayon and scribbled pen. you opened it. inside was a hand drawn card, a messy sketch of the three of you Erik, your son, and you holding hands beneath a stick figure sun. beneath it, in Erik’s neater handwriting it read “thank you for the love you give, the life you brought into this world, you didn’t just make me a father you made me the best version of myself.” your throat tightened, “you were supposed to be the one getting spoiled today” you managed to say. Erik just grinned, settling beside you on the bed as your son climbed up between you both “I already got the best gift. every day when I look at you two.” you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as your son leaned into your lap, playing with the petals of the flowers he’d brought. Erik kissed the top of your head again. later, when you finally got to give him your own surprise gifts, Erik smiled so big you thought your heart might burst. he pulled you into a hug, held you close, whispered “thank you for everything. you made me a father.” and even though it was technically father’s day, Erik made sure you knew, you were just as much a reason to celebrate

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — the basket sat on the kitchen table, wrapped neatly in soft tissue and ribbon. you had filled it with all of Tommy’s favorite things, along with a new mug that said #1 Dad (almost), a little framed ultrasound photo, and tucked beneath it all, a tiny white onesie that read “daddy’s first father’s day.” next year, your baby would wear it. this year, Tommy just stared at it like he couldn’t wait. you watched him from the couch, your belly full and round, he walked over slowly, knelt beside you, and laid his head beneath your bump like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be. his hand spread gently across your belly, thumb brushing over the stretch marks you were still getting used to. he didn’t look at them the way you did, to him they were everything. “Tommy” you said softly, running your fingers through his buzzed hair “are you sure you don’t want to do anything? I made plans for us to celebrate you today.” he didn’t answer at first just pressed a kiss to the side of your stomach, then looked up at you with those soft tired eyes. “I’d rather be here” he said “like this.” you let out a little breathy laugh, brushing your thumb down to his cheek, then to his ear lovingly. “you already gave me everything” he whispered “I don’t need anything else.” the baby kicked once, just gentle enough to make his hand shift. he smiled slow, and a little teary. the kind of smile he only gave you when he didn’t know how else to show how much he felt. he tucked his face into your belly again, arms loosely wrapped around your waist like he was protecting both of you from the whole world. “I don’t know how I got this lucky” he murmured into your skin “I don’t even care if I never figure it out.” you didn’t say anything back. you just kept your fingers in his hair, your other hand resting over his on your belly, and the three of you stayed like that. and even though the baby hadn’t arrived yet… Tommy was already the kind of father you always knew he’d be

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — it wasn’t his first Father’s Day but this one felt different. maybe it was the way your daughter had insisted on coloring a crooked heart next to the words “best dad ever” in her homemade card, or maybe it was the weight of your newborn son sleeping soundly against your chest, his little hand curled near your collarbone. maybe it was just that Elliott had become even more of a father in these past few weeks sleepless nights, baby bottles, diapers, and still somehow enough energy left to braid your daughter’s hair and make her laugh like it was the easiest thing in the world. you leaned against the bathroom doorframe, baby boy in your arms, watching him as he stood at the mirror. fresh from the shower, towel slung low around his waist, his skin still damp. he ran a razor carefully along his jaw, shaving down the dark stubble until only the mustache remained a little signature look of his, something that made you smile every time. he caught your eyes in the mirror, flashing you that familiar smirk. “how do I look?” you barely had to even think about it “Handsome.” you replied, he looked away for a second like you still made him nervous, even after all this time. then he tossed the razor aside, wiped down the sink, and turned toward you, arms already outstretched for the baby. “here, let me take him so you can go get dressed.” you both took turns, tag teaming parenthood as you always did. while he changed the baby and helped your daughter into her dress, you slipped into your own dress, touching up your makeup with one hand, smoothing your dress with the other. you loaded up the car, Elliott clicking the carseat into place while your daughter climbed in with her sparkly shoes and tiny purse full of plastic makeup. you sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at him while he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching back to hold your daughter’s hand. at the restaurant, you stepped out onto the sidewalk in your heels, smoothing your dress as Elliott circled around the car. he carefully lifted your baby from the seat, cradling him against his chest. you turned to your daughter and offered your hand, but she took Elliott’s pant leg instead. you walked beside them, and something about it made your chest ache in the best way. there he was your man, with a baby in his arms, a daughter clutching his leg, and the kindest heart tucked underneath. he looked over at you with a smile so soft it made you smile. “you know” you said as you all walked into the restaurant, “they’re both gonna grow up knowing what it means to be loved right.” he looked down at his son, then at his daughter, who was already proudly telling the hostess it was “her daddy’s special day.” then he looked back at you. “I hope so” he said. and as you sat at that dinner table, tiny crayon in your daughter’s hand, baby snoozing peacefully in Elliott’s arms, you knew Father’s Day didn’t need anything, it just needed him

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — the soft click of your mascara tube closing was followed by the sound of small feet thudding against the floorboards behind you. “Ray” you called gently, eyes still on your reflection “can you help him put on his shoes?” he was somewhere behind you, and then one arm slid up gently around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. careful not to smudge your makeup “yeah, I’ll do it right now” he murmured, his buzzed hair brushed your skin as he pulled away. your 3 year old son came running down the hallway in a fit of giggles “come here little man” Ray said, already grinning as he chased after him “no shoes! noooo shoes!” your son squealed, trying to escape down the hallway again, Ray caught him in three steps, lifting him effortlessly into the air. “gotcha” he said, flipping him gently onto his shoulder, your son laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe “Ray his hair” you warned with a laugh, “you’re gonna mess it up.” Ray shot you a quick look over his shoulder as he carried your wriggling son to the couch, settling down with him perched across one knee “I’ll fix it” he promised, before turning to the little boy, Ray slid the tiny sneakers on one by one, fingers moving carefully as he tightened the velcro straps, making sure they were snug but not too tight. you stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching them. Ray sat there on the couch in black dress pants and a fresh white button up, your son bouncing slightly on his leg “Alright” Ray said, standing with that little grunt dads always make, and lifted your son into his arms as Ray spun him in a lazy circle before planting a kiss on the top of his head. “shoes are on, and then we hand him off to Grandma.” you tilted your head smiling “and then it’s just you and me.” your mom’s minivan rolled up and your son was halfway down the driveway before Ray even set him down. she scooped your son into a hug then, catching your eye over his head “you two be responsible tonight.” she said, you rolled your eyes at that and waved them off, the moment the car disappeared down the street, Ray’s arms came around your waist from behind, warm palms spreading over your hips, then sliding lower, cupping your ass through the soft cotton of your dress. he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in “Mm there she is” he murmured, kissing your shoulder “I’ve missed this” your hands found his, his grip tightened. you turned in his hold and kissed him, messy, tongue first, breathing heavy through your nose, his hand came down, fingers spreading over your lower belly rubbing it slowly, he whispered it against your mouth “another one wouldn’t hurt.” the words sank in. you leaned back just enough to look in his eyes there it was, he really wanted it, wanted you, wanted everything, again. “you trying to get me pregnant again already?” you teased “If you let me” he murmured. his hands were flat against the small of your back like he needed you closer. your fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulders, clutching him through the fabric of his shirt as his chest rose and fell unevenly against yours.

you smiled against his mouth, eyes half opening “Ray” you breathed, then kissed him again slower. your palm slid up his back “we have dinner reservations remember? your father’s day thing.” he didn’t stop kissing you not at first. he groaned soft but frustrated, nose pressed to your cheekbone, breath hot and impatient “Mmmfuck” he exhaled through his nose in a huff, like the words dinner reservations physically pained him. you felt him debate with it, his cock already half hard between you, your warmth, your lips, your scent and the damn calendar block in his mind that said 8:00 PM, steakhouse, father’s day, dress nice. he dipped his forehead to your neck with a grunt, kissing you there once more. “we either do this now or go hungry” you whispered arching an eyebrow. he pulled back finally, jaw clenching as he straightened up. one deep breath through flared nostrils, then another. he looked down at his chest, saw the faint wrinkles in his shirt from where you’d gripped it, he brushed them down with one hand, muttering something low like jesus christ. then “okay” he said, he turned, grabbed the car keys from the hook by the door, then reached back for you with the other hand, lacing his fingers into yours “let’s go” he said, tugging you behind him “before I change my mind”

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — the kitchen smelled like glue, the counter was a mess of glitter, uncapped markers, and little sticky beads. you sat beside your daughter, helping her finish the last details of her father’s day surprise. her small fingers smudged with paint, the craft was simple: a paper plate flipped upside down and painted yellow, with orange and red ribbons glued to the bottom to look like a proper medal. across the center in bold neat lettering it read: BEST DAD she may have picked out the sparkly letter stickers, but the handwriting? that was all you “done!” she announced, sitting back proudly. you smiled, brushing a bit of dried paint from her cheek “okay” you whispered, leaning in like it was a secret “ready to go show daddy?” she nodded, you picked up the plate carefully and followed her barefoot steps out the sliding door, into the backyard where Sam was hunched over something in the grass. you saw him before he saw you shirt slightly damp with sweat, hands working to tighten bolts on what looked like the frame of a new playset. he was focused, a little sun kissed, completely at ease. the sight of him like that still did things to you. “daddy!” your daughter called out, breaking into a run with the plate in her tiny hands. Sam looked up just in time to catch her as she ran into his arms. “hi sweetheart” he laughed, lifting her easily “what’s this?”, “look, look!” she said, shoving the plate between their faces “for you!” he took it gently, looking at the craft like it was the most precious thing he’d ever been given. his smile was soft and big “wow” he said “this is beautiful. thank you baby. I love it.” you walked up beside them, arms folded. Sam looked at the plate again, turning it slightly in his hands, then raised an eyebrow at you playfully “I didn’t know her handwriting got so good” he teased, leaning in to kiss your cheek “yeah she started writing full sentences just yesterday.” you playfully said “should we enroll her in art school already?” he grinned, one arm still holding her tight, the other holding the masterpiece. she leaned her head on his shoulder, giggling proudly, and you reached out to brush a hair strand behind her ear “honestly” you said, eyes moving from the plate to Sam “I think she’s just got really good taste.” Sam kissed the top of her head, then yours “she gets that from her mom.” there was no medal big enough to hold how good he was at this. but she’d made one anyway.

happy fathers day to all the fine pa’s & DILF’S 💐

AND CLEARLYYY I HAVE A FAV so ray’s is like 2k words longer than the rest 😏🙈 #mybabydaddy

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ౨ৎ 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, where it all started, this song is this au anthem.

၊၊||၊ 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 ၊၊||၊

Tommy wasn’t the type for clubs or parties anymore. he never really had been, but since coming back from deployment it was worse. loud noises made his ears ring, strobe lights reminded him too much of flares, crowds made it hard to breathe

he found peace in the quiet now. in the quiet of his apartment, in movies with the volume just right, in blankets and dim lamps

so when you walked out dressed up in that small black dress and those heels that made your legs look longer than they already were, he hadn’t planned on going out but he changed his mind

you looked at him, a little surprised “Tommy… you don’t have to come you know. I know it’s not really your thing”

you were always so gentle with him. always gave him the space to say no

he offered a small smile, tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie before pushing off the couch “no, I’ll come”

you raised an eyebrow, still unsure

“someone’s gotta make sure you get there and back safe.” he said stepping closer

the words were casual, but you saw it in his eyes

“okay” you said softly, walking over and brushing a hand over his arm “but if it gets to be too much, just tell me okay? we can leave whenever.”

he nodded, already grabbing his keys and opening the door for you

Tommy stayed close the whole night, his hand stayed on the small of your back, gently guiding you through the crowd. he murmured quiet “excuse me”s as he cleared the way, stepping between you and anyone who stumbled too close

he didn’t say much. but he didn’t have to, you felt safer with him there. always did

at some point, he had your purse slung over his shoulder, the strap looking comically small against the bulk of his hoodie. inside he carried your lip gloss, your phone, and that tiny naked angel baby figurine with the apple shaped head you loved so much. he didn’t understand them he thought they were weird honestly, but he never said that out loud. he just kept them safe because they mattered to you

you stopped by the bar, ordering a drink and chatting with a group of friends giggling, you looked like you belonged here glowing under the low light, your smile easy and unbothered

Tommy stood nearby, not talking much, sipping from a glass of water. he didn’t need to join in, watching you enjoy yourself was enough

he always admired that about you. how free you were

you turned back to him, still swaying to the music, your eyes warm with affection as you leaned in closer “you okay Tommy?”

he looked down at you, the corners of his mouth twitching in that soft crooked smile of his

“Yeah” he said simply

because he was. he was surrounded by too many people and the bass was making his head throb, and someone spilled their drink too close to his shoes but you were standing here, looking at him like he was the most important person in the room

so yeah, he was okay

you were still swaying, drink in hand, and then the opening beat of “Latch” came through the speakers

your eyes lit up instantly, wide and shining under the flicker of lights. you turned to him with a huge smile, and Tommy knew. he knew exactly what was coming

he smiled back, shaking his head gently, with fondness written all over his face

you quickly set your drink down on the bar, facing him fully now

and Tommy couldn’t look away

you were beautiful like this. your dress clinging to you in all the right ways, your hair messy from the heat and movement, your face glowing under the lights

“I feel we’re close enough…”

your voice was soft, playful, but the way you stepped closer, made him want you closer. Tommy didn’t move back, didn't shy away like he usually did when people got too close, he didn’t even blink

“I wanna lock in your love…” you sang again, your smile teasing, eyes bright as they met his looking right at him “cmon Tommy, I know you love this song too” you said with a little grin

you were right. he did. he'd never admit it to anyone else, but he loved it because you loved it. because every time it came on in the car, you'd turn it up, sing along, dancing in your seat with your bare legs tucked up on the dashboard like you didn't have a care in the world, you made him like things he'd never cared for before

you moved close enough to wrap your arms around his neck. innocent, casual maybe, but Tommy felt every inch of it. your soft skin brushing his neck, your body warm against his as your bodies pressed together, swaying gently to the beat. you fit against him like you’d always belonged there. like maybe he’d been made to hold you just like this

the faint scent of your drink was still on your breath, sweet and fruity, and he could feel your warmth through his hoodie. his heart was pounding, but his hands instinctively found your waist, resting there gently. like he was scared you’d pull away if he touched you too much, too soon

“I think we’re close enough…” you sang again, eyes half lidded, and even though he knew they were just lyrics, just part of the song, he couldn't help but imagine you meant them

you leaned in, just a little more closer, noses nearly brushing, your lips only inches from his

looking at you like this so close, looking at your eyes big and soft, so trusting, so full of light Tommy finally gave in. he leaned in, singing the last line with you, his gaze locked to yours

“could I lock in your love, baby?”

and right there, under dim lights, surrounded by strangers, Tommy wasn’t thinking about crowds or noise

he was just thinking about you

the beat dropped loud, you let go of him and started dancing on your own again, still mouthing the words still smiling

Tommy stood there for a second, watching you. his heart was racing, his palms slick with sweat, his neck felt hot, his hoodie suddenly too heavy, the collar too tight. if the lights were brighter you would’ve seen the flush creeping up his cheeks

he needed air, he needed out

his hand found the small of your back, the way it always did, and he leaned in to whisper close to your ear his voice low with that urgency he never liked showing

“I’m ready to go.”

you turned to him, a soft pout forming on your lips “but the song hasn’t ended yet Tommy…”

he gave a small huff with a smile, voice gentler this time “promise I’ll play it in the car where it left off.”

that made you smile. the kind that told him you were teasing, but also that you believed him

you looped your arm through his, and he guided you both out through the crowd, his hand never leaving your back

the second the doors opened and the cold air hit his face, Tommy let out a deep breath like he’d been holding it all night

“better?” you asked your voice light

“better” he said

it was freezing now, goosebumps forming on your arms, and without thinking twice, Tommy pulled you a little closer and draped an arm around you. you leaned into him easily, your heels clicking against the pavement as he led you to the car

he opened the door for you because of course he did. and once you slid in, he jogged around to the driver’s side and got in, shutting the door with a soft thud. one hand on the wheel, the other stretching behind your seat as he backed out of the parking lot, careful as always

you rolled down the window a little, the cool breeze brushing against your face

you dragged the little bar on the screen, skipping to where the song had left off in the party. the second the beat came back on, you let it wash over you again fingernails tapping against your thigh, humming along softly

the car was mostly quiet, but not in a awkward way. Tommy always liked to drive with full attention, his eyes on the road, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift

“are you hungry?” he asked, his voice breaking through the soft beat of the song

“Hm? no I’m okay” you replied, turning to look at him with a soft smile

he nodded, eyes still forward but his chest tugged a little. you didn’t even realize it, but all he ever wanted to do was take care of you. that came easy to him with you

he always kept a blanket in the backseat. for nights like this, for you

“If you want” he said, glancing over briefly “you can take those off. just toss ’em in the back”

you blinked “my heels?”

he nodded “figured your feet are killing you.”

you grinned “how’d you know?”

he just gave a small smile and kept driving

you didn’t hesitate, you unbuckled them with a little sigh of relief, tossing them gently into the back

“look at what’s up ahead.” he suddenly said

you looked up, and your lips parted just slightly

the underpass tunnel ahead stretched wide, lit with rows of soft yellow lights that reflected off the pavement and gave the road a kind of golden glow. the whole thing looked like something out of a dream

you already had your window rolled down, you turned to him, eyes playful, glowing just a little under those golden lights

“Tommy” you giggled, nudging him lightly “roll yours down too”

he glanced at you, brow lifting like he was going to say something, but your smile got to him like it always did

with a sigh, he rolled the window down, and a gust of cool air swept in, ruffling his hoodie

the song was still playing, the road ahead glowing, your bare feet curled up on the seat, and Tommy quiet, concentrated beside you

as the entrance to the tunnel grew closer, you shifted in your seat and unbuckled your seatbelt with a click

Tommy’s head snapped toward you, brows pulling together “what are you doing?” he asked, eyes moving quickly from you to the road, nerves already growing in his chest

you didn’t answer

you just turned your body toward the window, back pressed against the door, hair flying everywhere around your face from the rushing air, a smile tugging at your lips. you were waiting he could see it in your eyes

the lights came closer, brighter, until the car slipped under the tunnel. and that’s when you leaned out

you let your body arch back, arms stretching out, head tilted up to the lights above, laughter spilling from your mouth

Tommy’s heart jumped

“Shit-” he muttered, immediately reaching over with one hand still on the wheel, the other coming down on your thigh not rough, not forceful, just there holding you down to the car, to him

“can you get back in?” he asked voice low and tense, like he was trying to keep it calm but fear cracked through anyway “please.”

but you didn’t answer.

you just giggled again, joy spreading all over your face, the lights casting golden hues across your skin. and Tommy? he didn’t yell, he didn’t snap, he just held your thigh tighter, his thumb stroking the inside of it without thinking

“how do you do it? you got me losing every breath…”

the lyrics played through the car speakers, but they sounded distant and muffled to Tommy

he’d gotten anxious the second you leaned out that window, his grip had tightened on the steering wheel

but then… he looked at you

eyes closed, head tilted back, hair blowing wildly in the wind, smiling, singing along to the music, completely free in a way he didn’t think anyone ever really was

he looked forward for a second, letting the soft golden glow of the tunnel pass over the windshield. then he looked at you again and something inside him softened just a little

he didn’t say anything. he just let it happen. he let himself breathe again, let the music in, let the moment take him, let you take him

the song playing, the wind rushing, your laughter still faintly in his head it was too much and somehow not enough

“what did you give me… to make my heart beat out my chest”

it was almost like time had slowed down inside the tunnel, just for him to realize he was falling for you harder than he ever meant to

the song played around you both, but Tommy could barely hear it anymore over the sound of his own heart

his hand was still resting on your thigh where it had landed out of instinct, out of fear, out of need to keep you close and then… your hand came down from the window. no words, no look, you just reached for him, laced your fingers with his, and held his hand

Tommy looked over at you, and he looked at you longer than he should’ve. too long to pretend it didn’t mean something

and that’s when it all came crashing down on him

the casual sex, the late night drives, the way you kissed him goodbye without making it a thing, like it was normal for friends to taste each other, the times he picked you and drove you wherever you wanted, the times you’d curl into his side during a movie, the way your parents liked him, the way his mom had asked about you the other day like she already saw you in his life permanently

you did everything together. and yet… you weren’t his

but god, did he want you to be

your joy, your softness, the way you made him feel like he was still whole after coming back from the hell he didn’t talk about, you brought all of that into his life like it was nothing

like loving him was easy. and maybe that’s what broke him most of all

he looked back at the road, then down at your hand in his. he ran his thumb gently over your knuckles, breathing in through his nose like it would calm the ache settling heavy in his chest

this moment it felt like something out of a movie. like the kind of memory you hold close and replay on nights you miss someone

and Tommy already knew. he would replay this a thousand times, but a thousand wouldn’t even be enough

because somewhere in that tunnel, somewhere between your laugh, the music, the soft glow of lights and the feel of your hand in his Tommy fell in love with you. hard, hopelessly, completely in love

and he was just your best friend, and somehow that made it worse

because he wanted to hold you in a way that wasn’t casual anymore, he wanted to take care of you, love you with everything in him, be yours in all the ways he wasn’t allowed to be

and the worst part? you had no idea

😭 REF DO SOMETHING!!!! 😭😭 ripped my shirt off while writing this……

sonny angel and my fav song sneak 🤫

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

Which warfare guy is an eater if yk what I mean🫦

HAIII ANON ♡ I LOVE THIS QUESTION BC MY ANSWER WILL ALWAYS BE RAY 🙂‍↔️ ↓ smut under cut ↓

from that very first time he ate your pussy everything changed. it wasn’t just something Ray did for you, it became something he needed

hard day at training? he came home still in his olive compression shirt, all sweaty, and the moment the door shut behind him, he was on his knees “lemme taste you” he’d mumble into your belly as he tugged your shorts down, face already burying itself between your legs before you could even step out of them. his arms wrapped around your thighs, dragging you in close, groaning like your scent alone soothed every sore muscle in his body. and it did, his bad days ended with his mouth buried in your pussy, your fingers in his buzzed hair, his cock hard in his pants untouched, because all he needed was the taste of you

and on your period? that was his favorite. you’d tried to warn him the first time, shy and a little hesitant, saying something like “I’m on my period tho” but Ray only ever smiled “so?” he’d murmur “messy just means I get more of you.” he’d spread your thighs and nose down between them without a second thought, not a drop of hesitation, licking up your blood slicked folds like it was his last meal. he loved how it coated his chin, how the taste of you changed “god, you’re so good like this” he’d groan into your pussy, tongue swirling through the mess, sucking your clit gently while you trembled, half ashamed and fully overwhelmed

having regular sex? he still needed your pussy in his mouth first always! no matter what. it didn’t matter if you were straddling him, already kissing him breathless, he’d flip you over, bury his face between your thighs, and stay there until your thighs were wet, trembling, and your voice was hoarse from moaning. sometimes it was sweet, lazy his tongue soft and slow, kissing your folds. other times it was hungry, his lips suctioned around your clit, fingers pressing inside you while he moaned “you ain’t finishing on my cock ‘til you’ve creamed on my tongue first.”

he had favorite positions too. loved the sight, the scent, the feel of you, and he chased it in every way possible

when you lay back and he knelt between your thighs, it was intimate. he’d press slow kisses to your inner thighs, feel them tremble, and whisper “I love when you shake like that for me.” your thighs closing in around his head only made him groan deeper, licking harder, loving the pressure, the way it muffled him in your warmth

but sitting on his face? that was heaven. “cmon baby” he’d coax, lying back, tapping his tongue against his lip “sit on it. gimme all of it” and when you lowered onto him, thighs caging his head, his hands came up instantly to grip your ass, pulling you down with a grunt, burying himself completely in your pussy. he loved when you rode his face, when your hips moved on their own “Mmmph yeah, fucking ride it baby” he’d moan into you, cock twitching untouched beneath you while you grind down harder, whimpering as his tongue fucked up into you and his nose rubbed just right

and then there was six nine. his favorite for the view. you’d lower your mouth to his cock, hands wrapped around him while your ass hovered over his face, and he’d groan like it was too much “shit” he’d whisper, staring up at the plush curve of your ass, the way your pussy glistened. he didn’t just eat your pussy in that position he DEVOURED it, face fucking up into you while his hands spread your cheeks wide

he loved watching your pussy twitch, watching your hole clench around nothing, and he’d always, always trail his tongue down slowly at first, teasing, running the flat of it down past your wet slit until he reached your tight little asshole. “don’t get shy now” he’d murmur, before licking a slow, deep circle around it, then flicking at it, and he’d eat your ass

“Mmmph fuck” he’d groan, tongue dragging up your pussy and into your asshole like it was nothing, flicking and swirling before going in, fucking you with it. “this ass fuck baby, your little hole tastes so good. lemme in” And he’d tongue fuck your ass while your pussy dripped down his chin, while you moaned and squirmed and sobbed around his cock

*a true eater eats ass too!!

he’d switch pussy to ass, back and forth, slurping and moaning, loving the mess, the taste, the closeness. and every time you cried out, shaking from another orgasm, he’d just pull you down harder, eat you through it, tongue never stopping, fingers digging into your thighs, he wanted you dripping, trembling, drooling around his cock while he worked both holes with his mouth

you had to admit you loved it. loved having a boyfriend who wanted you like this. who didn’t just eat pussy like a chore or an act of foreplay Ray treated it like pussy was the best blessing there was

and every time you came on his face, his tongue, his lips he came up grinning, breathless, soaked in you, whispering “told you… this pussy’s mine”

you loved knowing that no matter what mood he was in happy, angry, tired, horny his mouth always ended up right where it belonged

YOUR PUSSY

this made me miss MY munch brb 📲

[warfaredoll]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

introducing your slightly older boyfriend to your parents for the first time

fluff, suggestive, wc 2k, ofc he’s a sweetheart ♡

when you told Erik your parents finally wanted to meet him, he had smiled. that soft warm smile that always reassured you

“they’ll love me” he said with full confidence “parents usually do. I clean up well”

you laid curled across the couch, your head resting on his lap. he stroked slow circles down your back with one hand, the other gently combing through your hair

then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your head

“but Erik…” you started, his hand paused just for a second

you weren’t trying to be difficult. but the thought of introducing him, the man you loved, who lived and experienced more than anyone your age could grasp to your parents made your stomach twist

it wasn’t him you were unsure of, it was them

he waited and let you speak at your own pace

“I just… they don’t even know your name yet, or how old you are. I barely said anything about you because I didn’t want them to freak out or get judgmental. they’re just… traditional. they think someone my age should be with someone who hasn’t lived a whole life already. that’s how my mom worded it once”

Erik exhaled slowly, but there was no irritation or disappointment in it

instead, he resumed the slow strokes over your back “I’d love to meet your parents. you know that don’t worry”

“but I am worried” you murmured, lifting your head just enough to look at him

his eyes were warm and understanding. that same look he always gave you when you began overthinking about something

“I know you’re scared” he said “but I’m not going in there to prove myself. I’m going in because I care about you. I want to know the people who raised you, I want them to know who’s holding your hand at the end of the day, and who’s been taking care of their sweet girl”

the drive to your childhood home was quiet, but Erik held your hand the entire way, giving it a reassuring squeeze

when your mom opened the door, she blinked clearly surprised at the man standing beside you “ mom. dad. this is Erik” you said, Erik offered a polite smile and extended his hand “Ma’am. Sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you”

your dad shook his hand, firm and sizing him up. your mom just nodded, eyes flicking briefly between you and Erik, clearly taking in how slightly older he looked. you caught it too the doubt in her glance

dinner started off cautiously. small talk, long pauses. but Erik was calm and composed, complimenting the food, asking thoughtful questions, and never once leading the conversation, he let your parents lead

“So, Erik” your dad finally asked “what is it that you do?”

Erik wiped his mouth and answered plainly “I used to serve. Navy SEAL, now I do private defense consulting”

your dad raised his brows clearly impressed “well… that’s not your everyday desk job.”

your mom tilted her head slightly “you seem… older than her. how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“no offense taken, ma’am” Erik said with a calm smile “I’m thirty-two. I know that’s not what you were expecting. but I care about your daughter, deeply. I respect her”

his response silenced your parents in a good way. your mom nodded slowly “ok, that’s all that matters” she said softly

from there the conversation flowed easier, laughter came more freely. by the time dinner was over, Erik was helping clear the table, sleeves rolled up, chatting with your dad about classic cars in the garage

you walked up behind Erik where he stood at the kitchen sink beside your dad, drying a plate and chatting like they’d known each other for years. you smiled, quietly admiring how well they were getting along, then gently tugged on the sleeve of his shirt

he turned, and you stood on your toes, leaning in to whisper just above his shoulder “want to see something?”

he glanced down at you, one brow lifting playfully “what is it?”

you didn’t answer just gave his hand a gentle tug and whispered “just come.”

without hesitation, he put down the dish towel and followed you down the familiar hallway, fingers laced with yours. your parents voices faded behind you as you stopped in front of a door you hadn’t opened in a long time

you turned the knob and pushed it open slowly

your old bedroom it still looked the same. the many stickers stuck around the mirror, the posters on the closet door faded but still sticking to their corners, a stack of notebooks on the desk just as you’d left them when you moved out for college

you sighed quietly, stepping in and letting the nostalgia wash over you

Erik followed behind his eyes scanning the room. his gaze landed on the twin bed with the many stuffed animals in the corner, and the faded walls that had seen you grow up

“so” he murmured, stepping further into the room “this is where my girl grew up?”

you smiled softly, watching him take it all in. he touched nothing just looked, hands in his pockets, respectful and clearly amused

the corner of his mouth twitched up “you collected stuffed animals?” he teased gently

you rolled your eyes with a laugh. he chuckled, then looked around again, a little more thoughtfully this time “It’s sweet” he said quietly “getting to see this part of you. makes me feel like I’ve known you longer.”

you moved toward your old bed, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight as you sat down. the familiar creak of the bedframe stirred a dozen memories late night calls with friends, crying over boys, daydreaming of what your life would look like in the future.

you glanced up at Erik, still standing near your dresser, you patted the spot beside you inviting him to come sit down

he smirked just a little, that amused look in his eye returning as he walked over “you sure you want a guy like me sitting on this innocent little bed?” he teased, lowering himself next to you carefully the bed shifting under his weight

you bumped your shoulder into his lightly “I think it can handle you.”

Erik chuckled, his knee brushing against yours as he settled in beside you. he looked around again, slower this time “you know it’s crazy” he said “thinking about you in this space. figuring out who you were going to be, and now I’m sitting here with you, and you’re her”

you turned to look at him “you’ve grown so much” he added, his voice quieter now “but I see her in you still. the girl who probably dreamed big and felt everything a little too much”

“I still feel everything a little too much” you murmured with a small laugh

you both sat down on the edge of your old bed, Erik’s hand found yours naturally fingers intertwining like they’d done it a thousand times. the room felt smaller now than it did when you were a teenager, but with him here beside you it felt full in the best way

he looked at you, eyes soft, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth

you couldn’t help but smile back, “what?” you asked

“nothing” he said quietly, still smiling

he leaned in slowly, watching your eyes, giving you every second to close the gap and you did. you met him halfway

his mouth was warm and firm, coaxing yours open as his hand cradled your cheek. you leaned into him, and with a gentle shift you pulled him down with you, easing onto your back as he followed willingly, the bed creaking under the weight of both of you

he settled beneath you, his tongue met yours, slow at first, then deeper, until your breath came in uneven gasps between kisses, little sounds that slipped out

one hand slid up your back, palm laid there pulling you closer until your chest pressed flush against his

his lips parted from yours slowly, then Erik pulled back, just enough to look at you properly, his gaze hooded, cheeks flushed, faint sweat forming at his temples

“you don’t think I’m too old for you, hm?” he murmured. his thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, slow and tender, wiping away the gloss of saliva from the kiss. he didn’t stop touching you, though his thumb lingered there, dragging a little lower to press into your bottom lip, teasing it down just slightly, watching your mouth part around it. his eyes went to yours, watching every reaction

Erik tilted his head, watching your face as you squirmed in his lap, hips shifting restlessly over the bulge in his jeans. he smiled again and his other hand slid up your back, curling behind your neck

“Mm Yeah?” he murmured, his lips pressed softly against your ear “you like that don’t you?” warm breath fanning against your skin “you like knowing I’ve got years on you.”

he pulled you closer, your chests pressed tight again, his fingers dragging teasing lines up under your shirt, fingertips warm against your back

Erik smiled, eyes looking over your flushed face, pausing at your kiss swollen lips before moving up again to meet your gaze. he watched the way you looked at him like you couldn’t pull away even if you tried. his thumb, still resting near your jaw, gave one last tender sweep across your cheekbone before he leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours as he murmured

“you’re my sweet girl, you know that?”

the words melted against your mouth, his hand curled tighter around the back of your neck as he whispered the next part “hope your parents know you’re in good hands.”

there was that smirk again half amusement, as if he took a kind of satisfaction in the idea of you sitting all innocent at their dinner table earlier that day, pretending like you didn’t have all this planned out

“feel better now after introducing me?” he asked, and there was a tease in his voice, he already knew the answer and wanted to hear you squirm through it. he watched your eyes close, your lips parted as you tried to speak but all you managed was a tiny, breathy “mhmm”

the little sound made his grip tighten, and jaw clench. his thumb traced down to your chin and tilted your face up to him

“there she is” he said softly, your thighs twitching on either side of his hips

“I love you” Erik said. you buried your face into the warm crook of his neck, your nose brushing his skin, your lips pressed to that spot where he smelled like leather. you nuzzled in deeper, your body curling tighter around his arms wrapped snug around his shoulders

“I love you more” you whispered back, muffled against his neck

the type of man I’d take home 100%

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(“paloma” fic but sam version) Sam’s first day back home and he’s finding it hard to adjust. but his sweet girl is always there to help him

thank u anon for requesting this ‹𝟹, JUST SMUT SMUT, mentions of his injuries from the movie, wc 3k

his breath hitched the moment your fingers grazed his inner thigh. Sam lay back against the pillows, legs spread, skin already prickled. his chest marked with faint tan lines and his skin still damp from his shower. he was watching you, watching as you knelt beside him on the bed, your lips parted, your eyes searching his for any hesitation

“I mean it Sam” you whispered again, softer now, dragging your fingers along his hipbone “we don’t have to, not if you’re not ready.”

but he exhaled in once real deep, like he’d been holding it in since he stepped through the door. his hand moved, palm brushing the curve of your breast in a slow upward drag. you felt the tension leave his shoulders the moment his fingers curled around it, thumb stroking gently over your nipple, and you leaned into him instinctively

“no” he said voice steady and clear, “no, I want to” he said before pulling you close and kissing you slow, a little desperate

your hands cupped his face as your tongues slid together, your bare chest brushing his as you leaned in. you could feel his cock twitching against your thigh, half hard and eager, straining upward like it remembered the feeling of your mouth even if the rest of him still felt like it was relearning what peace meant. you broke the kiss only to whisper against his cheek “still love this don’t you?”

he gave a breathy laugh “missed it more than I thought I would” he said, eyes meeting yours

you kissed down his jaw, trailing lower, your hand drifting to wrap around his cock, already twitching “then just lie back” you murmured, “let me take care of you”

he obeyed, shifting his hips, giving you full access. his legs spread wider apart, thighs flexing slightly, the veins in his arms twitching as he gripped the sheets like he was still trying to stay composed. but the second your tongue licked a slow stripe from base to tip, his head fell back, a soft moan slipping out of him “f-fuck…”

you smiled against him, tongue circling the flushed tip, tasting salt. your hand stroked what your lips didn’t take. Sam’s breath caught again, hips jerking up “god… I forgot how good you are at that” he murmured voice cracking halfway through, his hand sliding into your hair just holding, not forcing you to take him deeper

you looked up, your eyes meeting his as your lips slid lower, your throat relaxing to take him deeper. his eyes widened, mouth falling open “shit! baby ahh, fuck-” the groan cracked from his throat

his hips lifted just a little now, chasing the rhythm of your sucking, your hands stroked his thighs, feeling the slight tremble there as he let himself go under you

the way he moaned your name, “Yhh…you- fuck sweetheart” sent a thrill straight to your pussy. he was unwinding in your mouth, slowly but surely, and you loved the way his cock throbbed harder with every flick of your tongue under the shaft, every soft suction around the head. he didn’t have to say how much he missed it. you could feel it in every sound he made, every shaky breath

he whispered, “don’t stop” and that’s all it took for you to lean in deeper, cheeks hollowing, saliva spilling down your wrist as you worked him into your mouth. you wanted to erase every memory of war from his body, wanted his return home to taste like this wet, warm, welcoming

his breath hitched sharp the second your fingers brushed the jagged ridge along his thigh, a line of pale raised flesh that curved just below the hip and trailed down toward the knee. you hadn’t meant to. your hand was just gliding down the inside of his leg, soft and eager as your mouth worked his cock, cheeks hollowed. he was already trembling, his voice cracking into breathy curses “that’s it your mouth’s so goddamn perfect” until your fingertips grazed where his skin met the scar

he hissed sudden and loud “Ahh! shit, wait” his body jerking beneath you, and before you could react, his hand was in your hair, not rough but firm. he wasn’t pushing you off, not exactly, but he stopped you there, frozen mid suck, his cock still wet from your mouth but now flushed and twitching in the cool air

you blinked up at him, lips parted, confused, heart pounding in your chest like you’d done something wrong, but then you saw his face

not angry, not upset. never those things with you. his eyes weren’t hard but he had a distant look, like the present had slipped through his fingers for just a moment. he chest rose and fell fast, sweat beading on his brow that hadn’t been there moments ago, his grip on your hair trembling

“Sam?” your voice was a murmur, you shifted slightly, wanting to move back, but he held your head just there hovering inches above his cock

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at the ceiling for a long second, then slowly looked down at you, the corners of his mouth twitching, trying to soften “I-I’m okay” he whispered “Just… that spot. I wasn’t ready for it”

your hand settled on his thigh again, but this time far from the scar “I didn’t know. I didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t” he said almost apologetic, but still… he didn’t let go of your hair. his thumb stroked gently along your temple

you tried again, slowly, leaning forward, lips parting as you lowered your head, only to find yourself stopped once more. Sam’s fingers curled into your hair, not harsh. but he kept you just there, not letting you take him back into your mouth

“Sam” you whispered, breath warm against his skin, the taste of him still on your tongue “let me”

he shook his head once, barely “not yet. just… stay here a second”

you listened, staying still, your hand now resting on his belly, feeling it tense and relax beneath your palm. his other hand joined the first in your hair, stroking through it slowly like it soothed him

“I got hit by an IED” he said suddenly, voice distant and quiet “that leg barely held together after the blast. there was blood everywhere. couldn’t move it. thought I was done”

he stopped. eyes shut tight, his jaw clenched like he wanted to shove the memory back in whatever box he’d locked it in before he’d come home

you shifted closer, pressed a kiss to his belly, just below his bellybutton “you don’t have to say more.”

“no. I want to” he murmured. “you should know what that spot means. that place you touched? that’s where it ended and started again. it’s where I thought I was going to die”

your head still hovered above his cock, your lips so close, but neither of you moved toward pleasure anymore. he needed this more, needed this moment, needed to get it off his chest

“I’m sorry” you whispered “I didn’t mean to pull you back there”

his hands loosened in your hair, thumbs tracing your cheekbones now “you didn’t. it just surprised me. it’s not your fault, nothing with you ever is”

you kissed the skin above his scar, and watched the way his eyes softened again

“I want to keep going” you said gently voice almost pleading “but only if you want to sam”

he looked at you long and hard. then nodded “okay”

and though he didn’t push your head back down, he didn’t pull you closer either. his hands stayed where they were, trembling slightly, still figuring out how to let pleasure back into his body without letting the memories sneak in with it

you blinked, startled by the urgency in him now, the way he reached for you without hesitation, moving you gently up from your knees and onto the pillows, your back meeting the warmth his body had left behind. he didn’t say anything as he moved just looked at you with that unreadable face, the military attitude that never fully faded, not even here, naked in his own bed, cock flushed and heavy against his thigh

but when he climbed over you, settling between your legs, his body didn’t feel cold. it was warm

his cock dragged over your stomach as he leaned in, the slick trail of pre cum and your saliva smearing across your tummy, you opened your mouth to speak, to ask what he was thinking, but he gave you no chance because he leaned down and kissed your cheek, softly lips pressed there like a thank you and an apology in one. then lower, to the corner of your jaw, down your throat, where you tilted your head without thinking, offering yourself to him

his hands were on your sides now, as they moved in small, slow patterns, memorizing you all over again. every curve, every dip, as if your body had changed in the months he was gone. he worshipped you like it had

“you waited for me” he murmured into your collarbone “I thought about this. about you every goddamn day”

you gasped as his mouth moved lower, lips warm against the swell of your breast, tongue flicking out to tease your nipple before he kissed a trail down your ribs, he lingered over the soft curve of your belly, kissing it lovingly

your thighs parted easily for him, your breath catching when he kissed the inside of your left one, then the right, tongue tracing just enough to make your hips jerk. he didn’t rush. his hands slid under your ass, lifting you slightly so he could kiss the crease where thigh met pelvis, his nose brushing over the softest parts of you

he didn’t speak again. he didn’t have to

his tongue found your pussy like it remembered every way you liked to be touched, every flick, pressure and gentle suck. you moaned loud legs trembling as he licked deep and slow, hands pinning you in place

then he moved down to the next part of your body. he kissed down your calves, the arch of your foot, you let out a surprised giggle and he paused. for a moment you weren’t sure what he’d do, but then his face broke into a slow smile, the kind you hadn’t seen in months

“you still ticklish there” he said, kissing your ankle again teasing now “some things don’t change”

then crawled back up your body, slowly dragging his cock along your skin again until it nestled right at your entrance, his hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he kissed you

then he looked into your eyes, and this time you saw it all the pain, the longing, the love. “I want to feel you around me” he said softly “I need it”

you lifted your hips, legs wrapping around him and whispered “then take me Sam.”

his eyes locked with yours, breath hot and uneven as he moved between your legs again, the weight of his cock heavy in his hand as he guided it down, dragging it through your slick folds. he paused right at your entrance, tip barely pushing past your lips, and you saw it again that flicker of hesitation, not from doubt, but from the knowledge of what was coming

not just the stretch, not just the tight aching feeling of him inside you. but everything behind it. the months, the loss, the rawness of being human again

he leaned down, forehead touching yours and whispered “I’m sorry. this is going to hurt”

you nodded, eyes wide, lips parted, and exhaled “slow… slow, Sam”

and he was

his cock nudged in, the thick head parting your pussy open. you felt it all, the soft burn of being stretched again, of being filled by him, this man who hadn’t touched you in so long. his jaw clenched tight, as he eased in further, your body clenching instinctively

tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the pressure alone, his cock so thick, every inch taking up space you hadn’t made for anyone else. you moaned a long broken sound, head arching back into the pillow, hands clawing at his shoulders as your pussy finally gave in and swallowed the last of him

“Fffuck” he groaned forehead pressing into your neck “you feel… so fucking tight”

his hips rested flush to yours, both of you shaking from it, both breathless. he stayed inside, letting your body adjust

when he finally began to move, it was slow

he pulled back a few inches and slid in again with that same deep pressure, hips bucking into yours, his elbows dropped down on either side of you, forearms caging your head, and his chest pressed flush to your breasts

it was much more intimate like this. his body covered yours entirely, his cock moved inside you with slow dragging thrusts making you feel stretched, full, owned

and the eye contact never broke. he didn’t look away not once, not even when his thrusts deepened, not even when your mouth parted with a needy moan and your hips began to roll up into him

you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him there, as he fucked you

“I dreamed of this” he whispered voice cracking “of being this close., of feeling you. I missed you”

you answered him with a kiss, lips crashing into his, tongues sliding together, breath mingling. you hummed into his mouth soft and needy and full of everything that had built up without him

he groaned low, grinding into you harder, his pace still slow but deeper now, pelvis pressing flat to your clit every time he bottomed out. and you were starting to shake, whimpering into his mouth with every stroke

your legs locked around him, drawing him deeper still, and you felt his whole body shudder as he buried his face in your neck

“I love you” he murmured there “I love you, fuck, I love you”

and the way he said it over and over, each word matched to a thrust

he was deep inside you so deep you could feel him in places untouched for months, places that knew only him. his chest was sweaty against yours, breath fanning over your throat, and everything should’ve felt perfect

but it wasn’t, not quite

because while your body held him close, hot and needy, Sam’s mind was wandering somewhere else

the pleasure was there, yes. the warmth of your pussy wrapped around his cock, the sounds of your moans in his ear, your legs tightening around his waist he felt it all. but then something slipped into his mind

he remembered the burning smell of metal, the dirt in his mouth when he hit the ground, the screams, the sound of gunfire. the silence after

he hadn’t meant to think of it, not now. not with you beneath him, looking up at him like he meant the world to you. but the thought hit him hard, and his body started to betray him. that tightness in his throat, the heat crawling up his neck, the familiar stinging in his eyes, a faint headache forming at his temples. his ears ringing, that high pitched static sound drowning out everything but the sound of his heart

his pace didn’t slow or stop. if anything his hips still moved, still sank into you desperately. but his mind had gone far away, his chest rose and fell deeply, muscles trembling, the memories coming all back

you noticed first

“Sam… Sam… Sam…” you whispered, your voice soft and steady, cutting through the high pitched static sound

he blinked. he hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, hadn’t noticed how blurry they’d become. the wetness on his cheeks foreign until your hands cupped his face gently. your thumbs stroked his cheeks, wiping away the tears he hadn’t known were there

he looked down at you then. your eyes wide and worried, your pussy still gripped him tight, clenching around him with every stroke, but your face god your face. you were still here, you were real, you were his

his lips parted trying to say something, anything, but the words caught behind the lump in his throat. he choked on them, and then he dropped his head, nuzzling hard into the crook of your neck, hiding in your warmth

he sobbed

the kind of sob that came from deep inside. his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you flush, like if he let go even an inch he’d fall apart completely

but still he never stopped moving

his cock stayed buried deep, thrusting slow and shaky, hips bucking into yours as the tears fell freely down his cheeks

his face was still buried in the crook of your neck, lashes wet against your skin but then his mouth shifted, drifting lower, brushing across your collarbone until his lips found the soft swell of your breast. he paused there, and you felt his breath warm, shaky, fanning across your nipple before he opened his mouth and took it in, slow and gentle, like he needed it

you gasped, your back arching into the warmth of his mouth, a quiet moan escaping your lips “Aahh Sam!” your arms wrapping tighter around him. your legs locked tighter around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, giving him all the closeness he so clearly craved

he sucked slowly, tongue flicking softly over your nipple while his hips kept thrusting into you. his other hand came up, callused fingers brushing over your other breast before he cupped it gently, thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple until it hardened

you were overwhelmed by how intimate it was. his cock buried deep inside you, his lips latched around your nipple, his body trembling as he held on to you

“I’ve got you” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear “you’re safe Sam., you’re home. right here”

he didn’t answer. just kept sucking your nipple like it soothed something inside him, his tears had slowed now

your fingers ran through his short hair as he sucked harder for a moment, then let your nipple go with a wet pop, a string of saliva stretching between his lips and your skin. he looked up at you face flushed, lips parted

and then he kissed you. wet, messy, desperate

his mouth crushed against yours, tongue pushing in immediately, teeth scraping yours. his hands were everywhere one on your breast still, the other gripping your thigh, grinding your hips up against his.

you moaned into his mouth, whimpering his name as the pleasure started building fast again

he groaned in response, swallowing your moans

you could feel it he was close, so close. his thrusts started slowing just slightly

he didn’t warn you, didn’t pull out, didn’t let out a frantic “I’m close” like he usually did. no, Sam just kept fucking into you with those slow thrusts, his forehead was damp against yours, his breath uneven, and filled with the little things he whispered “God, you’re perfect”, “I missed your pussy so much”, “Feels like fucking heaven inside you”

and then it happened. his thrusts deepened, hips pressing flush against you. his cock throbbed once, then again and you felt it. the first thick shot of cum filling your pussy, his whole body jerked with it, breath hitching into your open mouth

he came hard

you gasped at the sensation, at the way he fucked into you like he needed to bury every last drop, balls pressing against your ass, hips grinding down to keep himself inside. his head dropped to your chest, his forehead damp with sweat, eyes shut tight. his arms wrapped around you instantly

and that’s when the apologies spilled from his mouth

“sorry fuck- I’m sorry” he whispered, over and over “I didn’t mean to sorry, sorry, baby I love you, I love you so much-”

you could barely breathe with how tightly he held onto you, his mouth suddenly everywhere on your chest kissing the swell of your breast, the space between them, desperate little pecks like he was trying to make up for finishing before you did

you ran your fingers through his short hair again, breathing heavy, your body still slick with sweat. but you didn’t care that you hadn’t finished, you didn’t care that your orgasm was a few thrusts away, what mattered was him. how sorry he sounded, how much he clearly adored you

you cupped the back of his head, kissed the top of it, and murmured softly “it’s okay sam”

and it was. because he was buried inside you still his cum slowly leaking out around his softening cock, because he was here, on top of you, holding you like a man who thought he might never get the chance again, because every time he whispered I love you it sounded like it cost him nothing and everything all at once

you were filled, sam was finally home and you were his.

te juro que te amo by los terricolas

TE JURO QUE TE AMOOO AFUERA ESTA LLOVIENDO POR DENTRO ESTOY TEMPLANDO PORQUE TU TE VAS😭😭😭

something abt writing warfare men w spanish songs is so ugh ❤️‍🩹 this came out sadder than i intended 😩

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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]

What are you planning on doing next🤭

HAIII ANON ♡ finally responding but here is what i have currently waiting in my draftsss + some little blurbs of all of them 🤫 along w starting a little series 🤏🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

[warfaredoll]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tommy gifts you something BIG and he can’t wait to watch you use it

@the-spicy-sugar THE WAY UR MIND WORKS!!, wc 2k, pure SMUT SMUT, this one NASTYYYYYY

the deep red velvet bag weight heavy in your hands, you pulled on the drawstrings as you tugged it open. Tommy’s expression on the screen didn’t shift much he still had that lazy smirk on his face, his eyes half lidded, chin propped in his palm

you tipped the bag and let whatever was inside slide into your hand

it was smooth, thick, unmistakably shaped, unmistakably his

you gasped in pure shock. “Tommy…”

the toy gleamed with a glossy finish clearly not just any random buy. custom molded, exact in girth and length to match what you were used to curling your legs around and taking inside you while the weight of his body pressed you to the mattress. the ridges, the slight curve near the tip, the raised vein down one side, it was him

“I made it” he said softly, his smile stretching a little “before I left. thought it might keep you company.”

your cheeks flushed warm, feeling your ears getting hotter “jesus Tommy! it’s huge”

“I know. you took it real good last time though didn’t you?” his said, making your thighs shift on the bed as you remembered that night “still think about the way you begged me not to pull out… that mess we made on the sheets?”

you swallowed hard, and his smile widened when he saw you squirm. he moved his elbow off the table and leaned forward, both arms folding so he could watch more closely

“go on” he murmured, “take off the panties. show me how much you miss me”

you didn’t hesitate for even a second, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties sliding them down, showing yourself to the laptop camera. Tommy exhaled slowly on the other end, lips parting, jaw tightening

“that’s it baby. Fuck, you’re already wet?”

you nodded. your thighs were slick, the cool air catching the wet spot there. the sight of his toy, his cock, in your hand made your belly tighten. you brought it to your mouth, wetting it with slow deep licks while Tommy groaned softly through the laptop, eyes on you

“god I miss that mouth. keep going pretend it’s me”

the toy was heavy on your tongue, your jaw aching as you took it in deeper. he groaned again “just like that. i’d cum down your throat so fast if I were there”

you moaned around it, then slowly you leaned back on your pillows, knees falling open as you slid the toy down between your legs, the tip nudging your entrance

“Tommy…” you gasped

he was watching you hungrily now, one hand out of frame you knew damn well what he was doing

“put it in baby. let me see you fuck yourself with me.”

you pushed it in slowly, the stretch making you gasp “Ah fuck Tommy!”

“that’s it. take it. god, that tight pussy… I can see how good it feels on your face”

you moved the toy in and out, slow at first, moaning with each thrust. your back arched as you curled your toes into the sheets, panting, slick sounds filling the air. Tommy’s voice was strained now, his breathing becoming heavy

“play with your clit too”

your fingers found your clit, circling fast, your hips jerking up into the toy

your hips were moving on instinct now, the slick wet sounds getting louder with every thrust of the toy as it went deep into you, the stretch feeling sweet as your pussy clenched and around the thick length. the moans slipping from your mouth were needier and breathless

“Tommy fuck fuuuck-“

you didn’t care who heard. not the other men maybe somewhere just out of frame, not even if someone walked past the room and caught an eyeful of the flushed faced mess you were making of yourself just for him. let them hear, let them know, let them wonder who could get those pretty high pitched whimpers out of you from halfway across the world

let them know what it meant to be his

Tommy’s breathing was clearer now through your laptop speakers, shallow and tight. the slight grainy blur of the comms connection didn’t hide the flush creeping up his neck or the needy look in his eyes as he watched every squirming movement of your hips, the way your tits bounced slightly from the force of your thrusts, he licked his bottom lip dampening it

“you want the real thing baby?” he groaned “you want to see it again?”

“uh huh please” you panted, head thrown back, your voice coming out as a desperate whine

his fingers were already working at his belt, fast and clumsy, metal clinking. then the camera moved slightly as he tilted it downward. you whimpered at the sight his cock springing free, thick and flushed, bobbing heavy against him

God, the toy was painfully accurate but seeing the real thing again made your pussy clench around the silicone substitute, your thighs twitching in anticipation even as your hand worked the toy deeper

“oh my god Tommy” you gasped, eyes wide, voice cracking “It’s really- fuck that’s you…”

he grinned, that cocky, filthy smirk spreading slow across his face “damn right it is. missed this big fucking cock stretching you out didn’t you?”

“yesyesyes I need it, need you”

he wrapped his fist around the thick base, pumping slowly, the camera angled perfectly so you could watch the veins bulge beneath his fingers, his tip already leaking precum “look at you fucking yourself while you beg” he groaned “that toy’s deep in your pussy right now, huh? stuffed all the way inside like I used to do?”

you nodded, frantic, your other hand rubbing faster circles on your clit, your back arching with every thrust

“keep going” Tommy demanded “I want to watch you while I stroke this cock imagining it’s my hand buried in that warm little pussy, not yours.”

“yeah just like that” Tommy groaned, his voice low and ragged as his hand stroked along the slick length of his cock, the muscles in his forearm tensing. his camera tilted slightly with the movement, but the view was still good, good enough for him to see your knees bent wide, your thighs shiny with wetness, your fingers gripping the base of the toy like you owned it

“I know that toy ain’t enough” he groaned eyes glued to the screen “miss me, huh?”

“y-yes Tommy” you moaned, your voice high and breathless, eyes half-lidded in pleasure

the ring of white cream at the base of the toy was unmistakable, a sign of just how deep and good it had been. you gave a little whimper as you eased it out, it slid free with a wet squelch, strings of slick clinging to it as it came out from you

Tommy’s breathing hitched “oh fuck baby, look at that mess you made”

you licked your lips, then slowly brought the toy to your mouth, dragging your tongue along the glistening length before taking it in deep, cheeks hollowing as you sucked. your moans vibrated through it, filthy and desperate, eyes closing shut as you tasted yourself

Tommy cursed under his breath “jesus fucking christ.” his cock twitched in his hand, thick veins bulging, tip flushed dark and dripping now, precum trailing down over his fingers as he pumped faster

“rub it on your tits” he breathed “just how I do it.”

you pulled the toy from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva clinging from your lips to the head. then slowly you leaned back, arching your back as you dragged the soaked shaft down your throat, across your chest, letting the mix of spit and cream smear wet across your skin

you nipples were already stiff, needy, and as the toy slid over them, you gasped shivering as the mess cooled slightly on contact, before warming again under the friction of your strokes. you slapped the toy against your tits, harder now, making your breasts jiggle slightly with each smack

each hit sent made your thighs rubbing together again. your nipples were shiny now, sticky, your chest flushed and heaving as you kept up that messy rhythm, staring into the camera

Tommy’s jaw clenched as he groaned “you’re such a fucking mess.. goddamn I’m going to cum just watching you fuck yourself for me”

“cum for me Tommy… let me see it…” you whispered, dragging the toy down between your tits again, pressing them tight around it so your slick coated cleavage squeezed around the shaft

he bit his lip, his hips bucking up, you smiled up at the camera, your chest streaked with spit and slick

you dragged your fingers over your tits, scooping up the mess and sucking them clean

Tommy laughed weakly, chest still heaving “fuck baby. you're going to get me discharged for this shit.”

you giggled breathlessly, your chest still sticky and flushed as you brought the spit and cream coated toy back down between your thighs. the tip brushed your folds, nudging your entrance again, and you moaned low as you guided it in, the stretch still still making your toes curl as your pussy clenched around the familiar shape

“Tommy” you gasped, your head dropping back as you began to ride it again, hips rolling desperate circles “wish this was your cock not this stupid toy, just you here fucking me…”

his breath caught through the grainy feedback, you saw the way his jaw clenched, his fingers flexing with each stroke of his hand as he pumped his cock fast and tight, precum shining along the shaft. his eyebrows were furrowed, his lip caught hard between his teeth, the tension in his face making it obvious he was so close

“come home baby” you whined

he exhaled a breathy laugh but it was shaky “fuck, you keep talking like that and I will, shit make me go absent without leave over that pretty pussy.”

you moaned louder, as you grind harder against the toy “Tommy- I’m close so fucking close just from hearing you just from watching you stroke your cock fuck, I need it I need you.”

and he could tell, he could see how ruined you were, how obedient and filthy, aching to be used. you were always like this for him willing, his. your mouth open in a little whimpering plea, your body doing everything he told you without hesitation, not a hint of shame. even now with your thighs were spread wide, your tits still glistening with spit and cum, as you fucked yourself hard on the toy he had molded for you, his cock, like it was the only thing that could make you feel anything at all

“baby” Tommy groaned, “you’re so fucking dirty always obeying me, taking my cock like you were made for it fuck I love how nasty you are how you’ll do anything I say…”

his hand moved faster around his cock, and the wet sound of his strokes made your clit throb. and the thought… the thrill of where he was, of who could hear him, other people maybe just feet away, the thin walls doing nothing to muffle his ragged moans. what if someone walked in? what if they saw your pretty face on the screen, your body jerking as you fucked yourself dumb on their comrades cock?

they’d see just how far gone you were, how much you needed Tommy

he grunted deep and rough, hips twitching “you want them to know, don’t you? want them to know this pussy belongs to me”

you whimpered nodding “yes Tommy yes, it’s yours- only yours”

“then finish for me baby” he groaned “finish on my cock, let them all hear you”

your fingers moved to your clit, rubbing fast, tight, just like he taught you, and with one more deep thrust, you cried out, body tensing up as your orgasm came over you

“Tommy! f-fuck Tommy!”

your thighs trembled, your pussy clenching around the toy as you gasped and whimpered through it, and just as your moans spilled through the speakers, his cock jerked in his hand, ropes of cum splattering on his thighs and across his knuckles, dripping warm and sticky while he moaned your name

he kept stroking, milking every last drop out while his eyes were locked with yours

for a long second, neither of you moved just the sound of heavy breathing, the toy still buried deep inside you, his cock softening in his cum slick grip but still lazily stroking himself as he watched you

then Tommy laughed again, voice hoarse. “well. if they didn’t know before…”

you giggled, fingers lazily playing with the mess on your chest “they definitely do now”

“fucking worth it” he muttered, falling back in his chair, still watching you with that same satisfied fucked out grin “you always are”

dance for you by beyoncé

WANNA SHOW U HOW MUCH U GOT YO GIRL FEELING GOOODD WANNA SHOW U HOW MUCH, HOW MUCH U UNDERSTOOD 🙈🙈😩😩

slipping mah phone in and out while writing this

@https-junebug @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @irrelevantsnowy @joelmeller @willowpains @k-pevensie28 @violetcamryn @luna-sungirl @nerdgirlbutinpink @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @glassbxttless @gallaghrh @samslvrgirl @vinecstasy @illyrianbrat @bradleybeachbabe @livelaughl0v3

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

munch!Ray who loves being between his girls thighs

thank u anon for requesting this ‹𝟹, pure SMUT SMUT, wc 3k, MUNCH RAY IS SO REAL TO ME

the weight of him was perfect. Ray lay nestled between your thighs, head turned just enough that his cheek pressed soft and heavy over the damp cotton of your panties, his buzzcut grazing the inner part of your thigh. he hadn't said a word in minutes, he just breathed and each exhale warmed you right through the fabric. you barely moved, just your fingers sliding slow and steady over the stubble on his scalp, brushing back and forth

your legs curled loosely around him, your calves resting along the curve of his back. his arms wrapped under your hips, holding you flush against him. he always held you close and tight like this. your nails traced lazy circles behind his ear dragging softly across the edge of his neck

"Ray..." you murmured, he didn't lift his head, just made a low noise in his throat “hmm” and nuzzled deeper, his cheekbone shifted slightly as he smiled faintly and you felt it pressing against you

you tilted your hips up just a little, not even meaning to, but your body knew what it wanted, his mouth and that quiet hum he made when he was turned on, he groaned low and let one hand slide up your side

your panties were damp now, he pressed his mouth gently to you, not even kissing it, just breathing through it, and your thighs tensed. the second you tensed, his lips did too dragging a kiss across the damp cotton

Ray didn’t ask. he never did when he was in this kind of mood. he knelt between your thighs without a word, his fingers sliding up your inner thigh slow, knuckles brushing light over your skin. then one hooked into the thin band of your panties and pulled it aside dragging the damp cotton to the edge of your lips

“you get this wet just from me looking at you?” he muttered

the cool air hit your pussy, and your hips twitched. his eyes flicked up to your face, smirking as he caught the twitch, then without another second of hesitation, he leaned in “Mmm” he hummed, as he pressed his lips to the top of your slit, just a soft peck, then another, and another, trailing down. “she’s so fucking pretty baby. you see that? look how perfect she is” he nuzzled in, spreading you with his thumbs, tongue barely poking out

your breath hitched, then broke into a high and sweet giggle, not because it tickled though it did but because of him, how boyish his compliments were even while he looked like he wanted to fuck you with his mouth “Ray…”

he looked up, eyes full of adoration “I could eat you for days you know that?” the tip of his tongue flicking your clit once slow and lazy you gasped “shit! Ray”

“Mmm” he murmured again, dipping his tongue lower, dragging it in a long, smooth stroke from your opening all the way up to the swollen little bud at the top. “you're already wet” he said teased cocky now, but still gentle. still kissing between every lick, he nibbled softly just beside your clit, not quite biting, just teasing with the flat of his teeth “that for me?”

you nodded, eyes closing shut, hips tilting up toward his face. he took that as a invitation, both hands now gripping the tops of your thighs to hold you in place, his mouth opening wide to press a wetter deeper kiss right against your pussy, tongue sliding in slow. he moaned into you actually moaned

“you taste so fucking good” he breathed, and this time his tongue circled your entrance before pushing inside. he fucked you with it, slow and devoted, pulling back every few seconds to suck your folds into his mouth and murmur nonsense like, “so soft” and “made for my mouth” and “sweetest pussy I ever tasted” he meant it too

you whimpered, thighs trembling as he flattened his tongue against your clit again, applying slow even pressure and dragging it side to side “Ahh fuck- Ray”

he chuckled pleased, then hummed again right against your clit “say my name again” he mumbled, barely lifting his mouth, still kissing, still licking, still lost between your legs like you were the only thing in the world that mattered

“R-Ray” you gasped, as your hips jerked, thighs tightening instinctively around his head while his tongue went deeper. you could feel him moaning into you, he buried his face deeper, nose pressing snug against your pussy as his tongue worked fast and messily up and down, side to side

his eyes never left yours, even as his tongue slipped lower then up again, swirling, his jaw working as he gave your clit a flick, then another, before flattening his tongue against it and sliding up slow. you whimpered, back arching. his lips sealed around the bud, sucking it in with a wet pop, then drawing it into his mouth, rolling the tip of his tongue over it in tight circles

your hands went to his buzzed hair, fingertips grazing the short prickly stubble, you held him there and he groaned in approval, with the faint tickle of his buzzcut brushing the inside of your thigh

“goddamn look at you” he rasped against your pussy, pulling back just enough to breathe, face glistening, lips swollen and slick “you look so fucking good wrapped around my face” his arms tightened around your thighs and he dragged you down further, pulling you flush against his mouth again

and then he reached up one big hand on each thigh and pulled them tighter around his head, locking himself in

“squeeze me baby” he murmured, as he looked up at you a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth like he was right on the edge of laughing from how fucking good you tasted “yeah. just like that, c’mon hold me there. don’t let me go”

you obeyed. god you had to, you wrapped thighs tighter around his head, he loved it. he moaned deep, then he pulled back just a breath, just enough space to suck in air, and you could see his mouth hanging open, tongue still out. his hand moved between your thighs, thumb spreading you wider as he leaned in and let a thick line of spit drop straight from his tongue onto your pussy

it hit wet and warm, mixing with your slick, rolling down in a messy strip over your folds, and he groaned as he watched it, like the sight of it alone was enough to make him cum “fuuuck” he whispered

he went back in, he started tongue fucking you again, deeper this time, with messy open mouthed licks, sloppier, tongue lapping up his own spit and your arousal

Ray’s mouth was shining, chin soaked, cheeks flushed a deep red that spread to his neck, his chest fell with each breath, the slight veins on his pelvis leading down to his cock standing straight up, flushed dark, twitching slightly with every movement

then he stopped. your breath hitched as his mouth left you, you loosened your thighs from around his head, he sat up, his slick mouth glistening, tongue dragging over his bottom lip as he licked the taste of you from his face as he looked at you

“sit on me” he said

you knew exactly what he meant. you’d done it before, many times, he loved it, craved it, the sight of you above him, your pussy hovering just over his mouth before you lowered yourself onto his waiting tongue. but still, with the flush creeping over your chest, you propped yourself up on an elbow and gave him a half teasing, half genuine concern

“but Ray… what if I’m too heavy? what if I hurt you?”

his brows lifted for a second he just blinked at you then he huffed, scoffing like you’d said something silly, before flopping backward onto the bed exactly where you’d just been. arms behind his head for a second as he looked up at you with a lazy grin, then reached one hand to pat his chest “cmon baby” he said simply, ignoring every bit of hesitation, because you both knew it was nonsense. “you think I can’t take it? shit I want it sit that pretty pussy on my fucking face.”

you looked at that stupid grin and that messy handsome face of his. you swallowed hard, thighs twitching, your body couldn’t help but obey him. you crawled forward, your knees pressing into the bed one by one as you straddled his waist, your slick pussy dragging light across his stomach

you shifted higher, hands reaching forward to grip the headboard for support, and he gripped your waist with both hands, guiding you into place. his fingers tightened as you climbed higher still, knees bending over his shoulders, your thighs on either side of his face

you paused hovering, your pussy just inches from his mouth. he looked up at you like you were fucking prescious

then he smiled. that stupid, cocky smile “damn” he said “you’re so wet you’re about to slide down on your own.”

you bit your lip, and he gave your hips a soft tug just enough to bring you down, slow, slow, slow until the warmth of your pussy pressed against his mouth again and he groaned, deep and throaty, eyes closing shut

his tongue thrusting up into you from below, mouth opening wide to suck, lick and fuck up into you like he’d missed the taste of you during the few seconds you’d been apart. your head falling back, thighs trembling again as you settled your weight fully on his face. he moaned loud at that, gripping your ass, pulling you down harder

you rocked your hips slowly at first, but the way his mouth opened wide, tongue already lapping greedily made you give in fully. you started to ride him every grind of your hips dragging your clit across the bridge of his nose, slick folds gliding over his lips and tongue, the angle was perfect his nose nudging your clit with every downward push, his mouth wide open to take you, tongue thrusting up, flicking, then pressing flat

you moaned shakily, head falling back as you arched, your hips grinding, he groaned under you, the sound muffled and his hands slid up your sides like he wanted to touch every inch of you at once. they found your breasts, calloused fingers wrapping around them and squeezing, thumbing your nipples until they peaked. he pinched, rolled them gently, his big hands practically covering your chest, and you gasped again, thighs clenching tighter around his head

he could cum just like this, you knew it. the view from beneath your tits bouncing with each grind, your face twisted in pleasure, your pussy riding his mouth like it was made for it. he was hard beneath you, but didn’t care about being touched

then smack his right hand came down hard on your ass, followed instantly by the left. the sting spreading across your skin. you whined out squirming, but his hands were already back on your waist, steadying you, guiding you back “that’s it” he murmured against your pussy “use me baby”

your hands slipped higher on the headboard, gripping tight, letting your full weight press down, your thighs trembling as you rode his mouth harder now, grinding in deep slow circles, not lifting off anymore, just working yourself against his face. his nose rubbed your clit just right with every movement, his tongue buried deep between your folds

you looked down his eyes were closed, brows furrowed slightly, his jaw flexed, tongue moving, lips glistening, his whole face wet. his hands had dropped from your waist, now wrapped around your thighs, then your ass, massaging, squeezing, fingers spreading you open so he could lick you even deeper

he didn’t care about anything, but pleasing you

he was smiling, the corners of his mouth curled up even with his tongue buried deep inside you

you shifted your weight just enough, careful not to lift off his face, just leaning your upper body back a little, head tilting over your shoulder, and that’s when you saw it his cock, hard and flushed, resting against his stomach, twitching in the open air. a bead of precum at the tip, glistening, the whole shaft stiff. he hadn’t touched himself once not a hand, not a grind and yet he was that hard, leaking, just from having you ride his face

you reached behind you, fingers brushing down his stomach until you wrapped around the base of his cock, you stroked slow, just a single glide of your palm up to the head and back down.

under you, Ray’s tongue stopped against your pussy as his hips twitched “shit baby- no…” he breathed against you, “you don’t have to…”

but his body said otherwise

you felt the twitch of his cock in your hand, the soft groan as he moaned into your pussy, and the way his hand flew to your thigh, fingers digging in like he didn’t want you to stop. he was trying to put your needs first, trying to let you just enjoy but the way his hips bucked upward told you all you needed to know

so you kept going

you pumped him slow, then faster, twisting your wrist at the top to tease the leaking head, smearing precum down the shaft. his thighs flexed beneath you, muscles tight as he kept licking messier now, more quick. his tongue shoved into you, then dragged out to swirl your clit, over and over

Ray suddenly brought his hand down with a sudden smack right onto your pussy

you yelped loud and sharp

your eyes snapped down and met his stupid beautiful smug face, his grin wide and boyish even as his mouth glistened with your wetness he laughed into your pussy right where he was buried between your legs

“Ray!” you gasped. but you were laughing too, breathless, the sting still tingling between your thighs

you bent back again, hand never leaving his cock, stroking him faster now, watching his jaw clench, his moans deepen, his hips jerk up into your fist even as he stayed focused on your pussy

“till I cum baby” he mumbled into you, tongue circling your clit with desperate flicks “gimme that don’t stop. ride my face, make me fucking taste it”

this. this is what you loved most about your boyfriend

the way he wanted you in every way mouth, hands, cock. the way he laughed between licks like this was the best moment of his life, the way he made you feel worshipped and filthy all at once

you gripped the headboard tighter, thighs squeezing his head, his tongue and nose perfectly pressed to your clit. his cock twitched in your hand, leaking more with every pump, and all you could do was ride, stroke, moan and laugh with him. lost in him while he ate your pussy like it was the only thing that mattered in the world

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