warfaredoll

[warfaredoll]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

messy & intimate ♡

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — Erik always did this for you. he always made sure the tub was filled before you even thought to ask. tonight was no different. you sat quietly on the towel he’d set over the closed toilet lid, as you watched him move around the small bathroom. the room was already warm from the steam, soft curls of it rising as Erik added soap, watching the water swirl into soft bubbles and suds. he crouched beside the tub, stuck his hand in and stirred the water a little. his brow softened in approval, then he turned to you “Ready?” his hand lifted, gently cupping your cheek with his thumb brushing just under your eye. you leaned into his touch “Yeah, I’ll go right now.” he nodded and pulled off his shirt, revealing the faint scars you knew by heart. as he stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the water, a low sigh escaped him. his head fell back against the rim, his eyes closing shut in relief. you stood slowly, Erik opened his eyes just in time to reach out and steady you as you climbed in. his hands were careful on your hips, guiding you down between his legs like he always did, making space for you as if you belonged there. because to him, you did. the warm water rose around you, bubbles clinging to your arms, your back settling against his broad chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tighter, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder. you breathed out, as his hands rubbed soft circles into your thighs beneath the water. even on your period, Erik didn’t hesitate to share the bath with you. he never made you feel anything less than wanted. his hands moved over your body slowly beneath the warm water and bubbles. he avoided your breasts, he always remembered how sore they got but he let his touch go elsewhere. his hands found your thighs again, where they bent over his legs. he began lifting them, spreading you gently, cradling you like something precious. “Are you? we don’t have to, I know you’re bleeding..” he started, his voice low and cautious, almost hesitant. you turned your head just slightly toward him, meeting his eyes “I want to Erik” you said softly that was all he needed. his arms tightened slightly around your legs, lifting and opening you for him. you felt the weight of his cock brush against the inside of your thigh, then graze over your entrance. the water shifted around you both, the bubbles parting between your bodies “baby I need you to-” but your hand was already reaching down between you, wrapping around the base of him. his hissed softly through his teeth when you touched him. you lined him up to your entrance, the tip of him slipping through your folds, against the warmth of your body despite the water, despite the blood. Erik didn’t care about any of that. he never had. his hands stayed under your thighs, holding you wide open for him, watching your every reaction

“You sure?” he asked again, voice hoarse, lips brushing your ear. you nodded, head resting against his shoulder “Please Erik.” and he pushed in, slow and deep, the water sloshing gently around you. you gasped quietly, your hands gripping his thighs beneath the water as he filled you, as your body took him him inch by inch. “fuck” he groaned against your neck, voice strained. “You feel so good. always so good…” he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. he began to move, slow and careful, each push of his hips easing that ache inside of you. the fullness of his cock had your breath catching, your eyes shutting close as your body melted into his. your moan came soft and helpless, the water in the tub rocked gently beneath your bodies, some of the water spilling over the edge with each slow thrust, pooling onto the tile below. behind you, Erik let out a quiet groan, his mouth brushing against your temple “God, baby…” he whispered, his voice a little strained almost a little in awe. he loved it like this, loved how close it felt, how intimate. period sex had never made him uncomfortable. if anything, it made him feel more connected to you, like the vulnerability between you was deeper, more intimate. a connection beyond sex. just trust, just need. your pussy was so warm, wet, and slick, your blood only adding to the sensation of being completely surrounded by you. he could feel every twitch, every soft squeeze around him, and it had his grip on your thighs tightening just a little more “We’re making a mess” he murmured, breath warm against your skin. you blinked your eyes open and looked lazily over the edge of the tub. small waves of water spilling out, puddling across the floor “You’re making a mess” you replied, giggling under your breath. that made him smile. you felt it against your cheek “Guess I am” he chuckled, his hips still moving slowly. “Always do when it comes to you.” his fingers traced soft lines down your sides, gripping you tighter when your body clenched around him again. you shifted a little, arching back into him “Feel good?” he asked, voice rough now, but still soft for you. you nodded “yeah. really good.” Erik pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, like he couldn’t help it, like he had to remind you how loved you were with every inch of him. Erik kept fucking up into you like that. slow, deep. his hands held your thighs apart, keeping you open for him, your legs hooked over his. every thrust sent a soft splash of water over the edge of the tub, warm drops hitting the tile that neither of you paid attention to anymore. the water rocked gently around you, the bubbles clinging to your skin, sliding over your chest, your stomach, where your body met his again and again. everything felt perfect. the warmth of the water, the ache inside you soothed by the way his cock filled you completely. he’d done it all for you. drew the bath, picked the soap you liked, lit the candles because he knew they made you feel relaxed. even now, as he was buried deep inside you, fucking you with slow, deep thrusts, his attention never strayed from your comfort. he paid attention to every shift in your breathing, every little noise you made “Feel that?” he whispered against your ear, you nodded, barely able to speak, too overwhelmed by the way he touched you, filled you, held you like you were something fragile “Mhm… Erik… feels so good.” his grip flexed on your thighs, just a little firmer now as he rocked up into you again, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside. “You’re so warm” he groaned, nose brushing the curve of your neck “so wet for me baby” you whimpered softly, your fingers reaching back to his neck, needing to feel him, hold him. the candles flickered, water spilled over. everything smelled clean “I love you” he said quietly. but you heard it and felt it.

“I love you too” you whispered, eyes shut close as he moved inside you. and in that moment, with the tub nearly overflowing, and his cock buried deep inside you, it didn’t matter that you were on your period. Erik never saw it as something messy or inconvenient. to him, it was just another part of loving you. every raw, beautiful part of you

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — period sex with Tommy was always slow and sweet. you’d spent the entire day, hell. the last few days in bed, groaning about how bad your cramps were. and while Tommy had done all the usual things rubbing your lower back, making sure you drank water, even warming up your heating pad without being asked he knew tonight you needed something else. you were already in bed when he walked in with a clean towel folded over his arm. he didn’t say anything, just gave you that soft look of his, the one that always made your heart squeeze and spread the towel out carefully beneath you on the bed. the sheets were light, almost white, and Tommy knew you’d worry about them. so he handled it quietly like he always did. you lay curled on your side, one arm tucked under your pillow, your legs drawn up slightly because it was the only position that eased the pressure in your lower belly. the room was dim, only the warm glow of the bedside lamp catching across your body. Tommy slid in behind you, the bed dipping gently with his weight. you felt his body curl around yours, warm and solid. his hand slid slowly over your waist, then down, cupping your hip. you felt him there. hard, pressed against your backside and your breath hitched. he brought his cock to your entrance, taking his time, his hand steady as he guided himself “cmon Tommy…” you whined softly, arching your back just enough to try and pull him in “Need you. It hurts.” he let out a soft breath, something between a chuckle and a sigh “Impatient” he murmured, nudging the tip against your folds. you gasped quietly at the contact, at the slow growing pressure of him easing in. the wetness from your arousal mixed with the blood made it even easier, even messier, but Tommy didn’t stop. he just slid in deeper, until he was buried fully inside you, his arm wrapping around your stomach to pull you in close. “Yeah?” he whispered against the back of your neck “That better?” you nodded, biting your lip, your hand clutching at the sheets as the dull, throbbing ache of your cramps softened and was replaced by a different kind of fullness. “Always helps” you whispered, as he began to move. Tommy fucked you like he knew what you needed. no rush, no roughness. just long, slow strokes, his chest warm against your back, one hand smoothing up and down your side “You’re doing so good” he whispered, kissing your shoulder “Let me take care of you.” Tommy’s thrusts grew slightly harder now, his hips pressing forward that made your breath hitch. the slick, wet sound of him moving in and out of you thick with arousal and blood squelched softly in the quiet room, only accompanied by your ragged moans and the rustle of sheets beneath your clenched fists. you gasped, a noise caught somewhere between pain and pleasure, your body tensing briefly with a cramp as he bottomed out deep inside you. Tommy froze. “Am I hurting you?” he breathed against your ear, his voice filled with worry even though his cock twitched inside you. you shook your head quickly, eyes squeezed shut, a broken moan spilling from your lips “no, no, it’s good. so good” you whispered, trying to breathe through the tight ache in your belly “It’s just the cramps.” he let out a shaky breath of relief, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hands tightening their hold around your waist “You’d tell me if it was too much?” he asked, his voice quieter now “I promise” you breathed, arching back just enough to feel him deeper “Please, Tommy… don’t stop.” his hips started again, slow but deeper now, every stroke dragging thick and wet through you. that slick sound between your thighs only seemed to spur him on, the mess of it never once bothering him. if anything, it made him groan low in his throat, hips stopping for a second as he leaned forward, lips brushing your shoulder over and over again. “baby” he muttered, kissing the same spot between your neck and shoulder “You feel so good like this. warm… soft… fuck.” you whimpered, pressing your cheek into the pillow

your body trembling slightly as that mix of pressure and pleasure began to replace the cramping entirely. he kissed your skin again and again like he needed to reassure you with every touch. his hand slid down, fingers brushing gently over your lower belly. “Right here?” he asked. you nodded, choking on a soft moan “Yeah… hurts there.” his hand stayed there applying the lightest pressure there as he kept fucking you slow and deep, trying to ease the ache “Just let me take care of you” he whispered again” All of you.” his hand stayed right where it was firm but gentle on your lower belly rubbing slow circles with just the slightest pressure. each movement helped soothe the dull ache that had been hurting you for days, while his cock pushed into you from behind in slow thrusts “This what you been wanting all day… shit, all week, hm?” Tommy murmured against your ear, his voice low and breathless.. you whimpered, nodding, your hand tightening into the sheets so hard your knuckles ached “Couldn’t wait” you gasped. “Hurt so much, Tommy…” he let out a soft groan, pressing his chest tighter to your back. his lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke “Poor baby… should’ve let me take care of it sooner.”

“I didn’t know” you whimpered, barely holding it together “didn’t know it’d help like this.” but it always did. every time the cramps got unbearable, when nothing, not heating pads or pain meds or sleep could help the pain, Tommy’s body could. his cock, deep and careful inside you, always eased the pain away. always made you feel safe. “Next time” he breathed, thrusting deep, his hand stroking lower over your belly “you don’t wait. you ask me. I’ll give you this whenever you need it, you understand me?” “Yes, yes” you moaned, pressing your face into the pillow as another wave of pleasure came over through you, so sharp and sweet it made your thighs tremble. “only you, Tommy. only ever you.” he groaned again, a low ragged sound, like he was barely holding himself together. still, he didn’t speed up. he kept that rhythm slow and deep, his body rocking into yours with care. “Love you like this” he whispered, lips dragging across your shoulder “even when you’re hurting… I’ll take all of it.” and in that moment with his cock easing the pain in your belly, his hand soothing over your skin, and his voice in your ear. you knew there was no safer place in the world than Tommy’s arms

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — period sex had never been something you even considered. it felt… messy. embarrassing. you got crampy, bloated, sensitive in all the wrong ways. and deep down, maybe even a little ashamed. you’d always avoided it, dodged the topic, made excuses. but Elliott had a way of softening you “baby… we’ve never tried” he said softly. you lay bare beneath him, your thighs pressed together, your arms crossed lightly over your chest. you knew he wasn’t pushing out of selfishness. he never was. elliott only ever wanted what you wanted, what you were ready for. but he also saw through you “I just…” you hesitated, eyes flicking away from his “Elliott it’s too messy. and gross.” he didn’t didn’t pull back. “Nothin’s gross about it” he said. his mustache tickled your cheek as he leaned closer, brushing a kiss to your temple “It’s your body. It’s natural.” you shook your head “yeah, but I just…” you exhaled sharply “I don’t feel desirable.” Elliott’s hand was warm where it held your thigh. his thumb traced slow circles against your skin. he rested his forehead against yours. “You don’t have to feel like that” he murmured “You just have to feel safe. with me.”

“I want you” he added “even like this. especially like this. you shouldn’t have to hide parts of yourself, not with me.” your legs relaxed slightly under his hand. “You really don’t care?” you asked quietly, afraid of how much you needed the answer “I care that you’re hurtin’. I care that you feel gross when you shouldn’t. but blood?” he said with a small, crooked smile “if it’s yours, it doesn’t bother me.” that made you let out a small laugh. he took it as a win, gently pushing your thighs open a little more, his hands warm on your skin “We don’t have to go any further. but let me hold you” he whispered “let me make you feel good. even if it’s just this. even if it’s just tonight.” you looked up at him. Elliott, who never rushed you. who always saw the parts of you, you tried to cover. “…Okay” you said softly. and just like that, your legs fell open, your body saying what your mouth couldn’t. Elliott leaned down, kissing you gently. his mouth warm, his hands firm “That’s my girl.” he whispered against your lips. Elliott’s thick finger ran slowly through your folds, spreading you gently. the mixture of arousal and blood made a wet, squelching sound that instantly made your stomach twist in discomfort. you winced, instinctively turning your face away with shame. but Elliott didn’t stop. he held his hand there for a moment, fingers slick and glistening, covered in red. he looked down at it, then up at you with something tender in his eyes “See this?” he murmured. “Nothing gross about it.” you blinked, hesitantly glancing back at his hand. he hadn’t wiped it off, he didn’t look disgusted. he just… accepted it. like it meant nothing more than a truth about your body, one he didn’t fear. he cupped your cheek with his other hand, warm against your skin. “You’re beautiful like this” he said quietly. “even when you don’t feel it. especially now.” his hips shifted, and you felt the weight of him, his cock brushing against your entrance. he paused, giving you time, reading your face “Is this okay?” he asked softly. you nodded “Mhm” your hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders, clinging to him. with that, he began to push in slow, careful, his eyes locked on yours. you felt him stretch you, fill you, every inch easing past until he was fully inside you “God baby…” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. he began to move, slow at first, thrusting into you like he had all the time in the world. his arms wrapped around you, one hand on your lower back, the other smoothing over your thigh, holding you close. the squelch of blood and slickness between your bodies didn’t stop him. if anything, he held you tighter, like the vulnerability of it made you even more precious to him. you let out a soft moan, half from the pleasure, half from the wave of emotion rising in your chest. “I got you” he whispered, over and over “I got you, baby.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until your chests were pressed together, your mouth brushing against his cheek, his shoulder, anywhere you could reach. you needed him close, all of him, while he moved inside you so slowly. his thrusts stayed gentle, dragging against your walls in a way that had your breath catching each time he bottomed out. the wet sounds between your bodies filled the room, the scent of blood mixing faintly with his scent “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he whispered into your ear, his breath warm and ragged “Not just the sex. this. you trusting me like this.” you fingers curled into his shoulder, and your thighs tensed around his waist “Really?” he nodded against your neck “Yeah, baby. I’ve thought about it… how soft you’d be, how warm, how much you’d try to hide yourself from me when there’s nothing you ever need to hide.” he kissed your jaw, his voice tender “I want you like this. all of it.”

your throat tightened, eyes stinging a little not from pain, but from how easy he made it. “I’m making such a mess” you murmured, even as your hips rolled up to meet his. Elliott pulled back just enough to look at you. his eyes were heavy lidded, but full of affection, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You are” he said with a low laugh “but I’m the one who asked for it. don’t you dare start caring now.” that made you giggle, your body relaxing more against him “You’re perfect” he said as he rocked into you again, deeper this time. “Mess and all. I’ll take you any way I can get you.” his words made your body clench around him, your face burying into the crook of his neck as he kept fucking into you like he had nothing to prove and nowhere else to be. and maybe for the first time in your life, bleeding and all, you didn’t feel gross or uncomfortable, you just felt loved

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — you never thought period sex would be something you’d ever be into, the idea used to make you squirm and wrinkle your nose. “Please” Ray had whispered the first time he brought it up, his voice low against your skin as his head rested on your side. his lips brushed gently where your shirt had ridden up, his hand lazily rubbing your hip “You know even like this I want you.” “Ew, no Ray” you said with a laugh, your face scrunching up, and you felt his smile against your side “Alright” he said easily. no pressure, no complaints. but he asked again sometimes. gently, never pushy. and slowly, after some time you gave in. now, it was different. it was something you both looked forward to. you found him in the bedroom, half dressed and barefoot, rummaging through the laundry basket for one of his socks, the one that always mysteriously went missing. you walked up behind him silently, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades. “Hey” you murmured “Hey baby” he said, still searching. “I’m on my period.” his hands froze mid search. he turned slowly, your arms still looped around him. his brown eyes were wide, but a smile was already tugging at the corner of his mouth, not a teasing one, but that soft, boyish kind that you loved “Yeah?” he said, hopeful. you nodded “Started this morning.” his arms slid around you instantly, pulling you flush to his chest, lifting you just slightly like he couldn’t help himself “God, I love you” he said, nuzzling your temple you rolled your eyes playfully “You just love the mess.” “Maybe” he smirked “but mostly I just love you. especially when you come tell me like that.” Later that day Ray couldn't wait to have you. he laid back against the pillows, his head slightly propped, eyes lazy and warm as he watched you. the room was dim, lit only by the bedside lamp he’d turned on for you. you climbed over him, moving slowly, comfortably, his hands steadying your waist. he was already hard, had been since you told him earlier. there was something about the trust you gave him, the way you’d come around to letting him love you through even your most vulnerable moments, that made his chest ache in the best way. as you pumped him a few times, his eyes stayed on you. lids heavy, lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet them. he didn’t rush you. you hovered just above him, and then slowly, carefully, you sank down. both of you gasped.

Ray’s eyes closed shut for a second, jaw tightening at the warm, wet pressure of you taking him in. you settled fully, your thighs hugging his hips, his cock deep inside you. you paused like that, adjusting, your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Ray opened his eyes again, gaze instantly drawn back to your face “You okay?” he asked, voice low, you nodded softly, your fingers curling slightly against his chest “Yeah” you murmured. “Yeah?” he whispered with a small smile, his hands gliding up your sides, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just under your ribs. he cupped your breasts gently, kneading them without pressure, knowing they were sensitive “You’re so beautiful” he said “always, but especially like this.” you rolled your hips just a little, and he let out a quiet groan, his hands tightening slightly before sliding back to your waist.“I got you” he promised. “Take your time.” you leaned forward until your body was pressed fully against his, your chest to his chest, your cheek brushing his as you cupped his face in both hands. the kiss was slow, deep. Ray’s tongue slipped past your lips, exploring your mouth like he’d been waiting all day just to taste you. his hands roamed lower, gripping your waist before sliding down to your hips and then your ass, holding you steady as you began to move. the slick mess between your legs making the motion effortless. you knew why and so did Ray but he didn’t care. if anything, it only made him cling to you tighter. his fingers dipped lower, brushing over where his cock was buried in you, feeling the wet mess between you, like he wanted to remember what it felt like to have you this close, this open to him. you pulled back just enough to look down at him. his eyes were already on you, bright and a little glossy, a dumb smile tugging at his lips “What?” you asked, breathless but curious. he just shook his head, grinning like you were the most perfect thing in the world “Nothing” he murmured but you knew better. you could feel it in the way he touched you like you were precious, in the way he looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were his especially now, especially when you trusted him like this. this moment meant everything to him, the closeness, the mess, the softness of it all. he didn’t need to say it for you to understand. your movements slowed until they were more like slow rocks than thrusts, your body beginning to slow from the ache in your legs, and your cramps “Ray… I’m tired” you whispered, your head slumping down to rest on his chest, cheek pressing into the warm skin right over his heart. he didn’t hesitate, his arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you closer “I got you” he murmured against the crown of your head, lips brushing softly into your hair. without needing to adjust you, he started to move slow, steady thrusts up into you, deep and slow, his hips lifting from the bed just enough to keep the rhythm going, giving you everything without asking anything more in return. you let out a quiet breath, melting into him, your arms draped over his shoulders, legs spread lazily around him as he did the work for you “Just rest baby” he said softly, one hand stroking up and down your spine in soothing passes “Let me do everything” and you did. wrapped in his arms, his warmth, his care. the tension in your body finally began to ease. you weren’t just having sex, not with Ray. you were being held, worshipped, loved. Ray didn’t hesitate. he never did. there was no shame in the way he handled your body. always gentle, always slow, always careful to check in. he made you feel wanted when you felt bloated, desired when you felt gross, beautiful when you didn’t feel like much at all

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — you were curled up on the couch, blanket tucked around your waist, a heating pad pressed low against your stomach. the cramps weren’t too bad anymore, but that heavy, bloated feeling lingered. Sam’s footsteps could be heard, and then there he was walking right behind the couch. you didn’t have to look up to know it was him. he leaned down and kissed the top of your head “How are you?” he asked, voice low, his hand ghosting over your shoulder. you sighed “feel bloated, but good” you said, rubbing your tummy under the blanket “better than this morning.” he hummed thoughtfully, hand moving to squeeze your shoulder lightly. then came the real question slipped in “you been bleeding a lot?” you snorted softly, not surprised. Sam never pretended not to care about your period. he didn’t avoid it or get squeamish. he asked outright, casually, curious like it was no different than asking if you needed water. “Yes” you replied, groaning a little “So much. Today’s one of those heavy days.” he gave a little approving hum, the kind that made your cheeks warm instantly. you didn’t like heavy flow days. you were always changing pads or checking your underwear. always nervous about bleeding through your pants, or leaving stains behind even though you were just at home. you hated the feeling of being a mess. but Sam? he’d never once been grossed out by it. you’d apologized once, early on. Said “Sorry I might’ve leaked” voice small, worried, mortified. and Sam had just shrugged, said “I’ll clean it up.” and wiped it up himself without another word. and now, when he asked how heavy your flow was, you knew what he was really asking. “Are you sure? No towel?” you asked again, your voice soft but worried, glancing down at the clean sheets beneath you. you were already bare, legs slightly drawn up, thighs parted just enough to expose the mess between them. you could feel the warmth of your own blood trickling down your folds, pooling where you lay. Sam stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. he leaned over, one hand bracing beside your head, the other gently urging your legs further apart “No baby” he whispered “You know I like when you make a mess.” and then he saw it that deep red sheen between your thighs, the blood already slipping down your pussy, staining the inside of your legs, and onto the sheets. he groaned, head dropping for a second like he had to physically restrain himself. “Fuck, look at you…” without wasting another second, he gripped the base of his cock, already hard and twitching, and guided himself to your entrance. the head slid against your folds, collecting all that wetness, blood and arousal mixing slick and warm. and then he pushed in. the stretch made your back arch, a breathy moan escaping your lips as he bottomed out in one slow thrust. a loud, wet pop echoed in the quiet room when he was fully inside you, thick and buried to the base. Sam groaned “Jesus…” he stayed still for a second, savoring the feel of you clenching around him, warm, tight and soaked. then he pulled out slowly, just to see. your blood coated his cock, thick, dark red smeared from base to tip, his length glistening with how completely you’d drenched him. he stared at it like he was proud of the mess “Messy girl” he murmured in awe, wrapping his fist around himself and stroking once, smearing it further. “Look at that.” you watched through half lidded eyes, dazed and breathless as he spread more of your blood across his shaft, his palm now covered in it. and then, with that same hand, he brought it to your thigh, gripping it firmly and pressing down. a perfect red handprint painted your skin, marking you. you whimpered, hips twitching up toward him. “Sam…”

“Mine” he said, positioning himself again. “All mine.”

Sam’s thrusts were deep and slow, each one sending another wet, messy sound in the room. you could feel everything, the stickiness between your thighs, the slickness on his cock, the warmth of it all. the sheets beneath you were damp, stained, but neither of you cared. his hand slid down, fingers dipping into the wetness that spilled from between your bodies. instead of being disgusted, he groaned, he loved it, rubbing it over both your skin, smearing it across your hip and his own stomach. you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation, the closeness, the feeling of being like this, exposed, messy, but wanted. “So, so messy” he muttered against your cheek “God, I love it.” his voice was low “you’re so perfect like this.” your breath came out shaky, hands fisting into the sheets. “fuck, Sam” you whispered. he kissed your jaw, still moving slow and deep, drawing out every moan, every tremble “let me have all of you.” and you did. bleeding, messy, and aching, Sam wanted it all

big fan of period sex what can i say!!🫰

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

everything that's currently sitting in my drafts 💭

x (req) ‘better distractions’ pt2, handyman!Elliott 🔨 comes over to finish the job • smut

x (req) older bf!Elliot headcanons • fluff

x (req) paloma pt2, Elliott comes home. • smut

x warfare men nsfw alphabet • yes im still working on this… .‸.

x (req) you and Ray sneaking off from a small get together with his unit • smut

x ‘𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬’ Ex!ray • smut

x ‘𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬’ taking care of Ray after 8 long weeks of basic training • smut/fluff

x lazy days with Sam • fluff/suggestive

x ‘𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭’ ft Tommy, Ray, Elliott, Sam & Erik • smut, camgirl!reader

x (req) barracks bunny!reader x Erik & Elliott • smut

x first time sex w older boyfriend!Erik • smut

x (req) Erik comes home and doesn’t like how close you’ve gotten to one of your male friends • smut, misunderstanding, jealous!Erik

x many, many bestfriend!Tommy & cowboy!Ray drafts

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blurbs

(req) 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 🐰 (Tommy)

(req) 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

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*starting my 1st yr of college in a few weeks so we’ll see when i get around to posting these!🥹ᰔ

[warfaredoll]

𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⋮ blurb • fluff

Erik is quiet. the kind of who doesn’t say much, but when he speaks, you listen

he’s older, been through hell, and he carries it with him but with you he softens, you’re his peace

• doesn’t let you lift a finger!!

Erik has a hard line about you doing anything remotely strenuous when he’s around

carrying groceries? he’s got it; fixing a lightbulb? he’s already on the ladder

even reaching for something on the top shelf he hits you with a “I got it.”

his go to line “you don’t need to do that. let me take care of it.”

he even tries to do your laundry if you so much as sigh around the basket

• he has big hands (will poulter is 6’2 like cmon)

his hands absolutely dwarf yours

when you go to hold hands, your fingers barely wrap around so you just hook your fingers through two of his fingers, or cling to the side of his palm

he loves it. teases you about it “look at this. my girl can’t even hold my hand properly.” then kisses the top of your head like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen

• post-discharge

Erik never expected anyone, especially someone like you to want him

after everything he saw, everything he did… he thought he’d come home alone and stay that way

sometimes he looks at you like he still doesn’t believe it’s real.

“Why me?” he asks once, and you just crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him until he gets it

• secretly loves being held

he doesn’t ask for it. but when you wrap your arms around his waist, or pull him into bed and cradle his head against your chest, his whole body relaxes

after a nightmare, he’ll curl up behind you like a, big arms around your middle, nose pressed to your neck but when he’s hurting, you’ll find him on the couch, head bowed, waiting for your touch

you hold him like you’re trying to keep him back together, and he lets you

• talks about his time serving

he doesn’t offer stories unless you ask but when you do he answers honestly

whether it’s about the friendships, the boredom, or the losses… he never talks down to you. never tells you it’s “too much” for you to understand

he likes that you want to know

you asking means you care. and he needs that more than he admits

• your biggest supporter

you want to go back to school or start school? he’s already checking tuition options and setting alarms

started a job? he packed your lunch, walked you out the door, and left a note in your bag

“You’re going to do amazing baby” is something he says because he completely believes in you

no matter what your dream is, he’s ten toes down behind you

• a gentleman

he’s got that old school manners vibe. cleans up well, pulls out chairs, opens doors. says ma’am and sir to your parents even after they tell him to stop

never interrupts. never raises his voice at you. and when you disagree, he listens, really listens

if someone disrespects you? he doesn’t start a scene just gives them a look that shuts it down instantly

• loves meeting your people

he lights up when you introduce him to someone from your life

he remembers names, asks questions, makes people feel comfortable

your friends love him, your family respects him

but he’s just a big softie when you’re near, brushing his knuckles across your back or holding your pinky under the table

• the BIGGEST sweetheart

wakes up before you and when he sees you uncovered he pulls the covers over you again so you don’t get cold + kisses your temple before you’ve even opened your eyes

when you’re overwhelmed, he holds your face in those big, rough hands and says “Hey. I got you”

or the second he hears your voice break or sees your eyes water up, you’re already in his lap, wrapped up in his arms, tucked under his chin

can’t open a jar? he’s there. can’t reach something? he’s lifting you or grabbing it himself. need your boyfriend for literally no reason? he’s already walking toward you with that soft look

he never teases you for needing help. he likes being useful. it makes him feel needed

leaves little handwritten notes around the house when he goes out, always ends them with “love you. call me if you need anything.”

buys you ‘just because’ flowers. they’re always your favorite

“You looked like you needed ‘em” he’ll say, dropping them on the kitchen counter like it’s no big deal, even though his ears go a little pink every time.

still gets a little nervous when he says “I love you” first in a day.

• how vulnerable he gets with you

his scars don’t scare/bother you so he lets you touch them

he lies back in bed, arms behind his head, shirt off, and lets you sit beside him, your fingers tracing the faint lines on his chest, shoulders, sides. some are old, faded into pale streaks. you never ask unless he offers. and when he does, it’s with that calm voice: “shrapnel” he’ll say or “Training accident.”

and you just keep tracing, pressing kisses where it hurts less now

• Erik loves being taken care of by you and he pampers the hell out of you right back

your touch is everything to him. he melts when your hand rubs slow circles into his back after a long day, especially when you’re both curled up on the couch and your cheek is against his shoulder

you trace the veins in his hand, drag your fingers over the scars and calluses. he always watches you with this fond, sleepy look in his eyes, like he still can’t believe you want him

he lets you sit on the bathroom sink while he shaves. its one of his favorite routines

you’re usually in one of his shirts, feet swinging. he pretends to grumble about how much you hate his stubble, but either way he’s smiling when he shaves it off. he lets you do the shaving cream for him, and if your hands shake, he just laughs “Easy” he says. he just watches you in the mirror with that small smile the kind that says ‘ i’d marry you right now if you asked. ’

you kiss across his chest without thinking when he’s getting dressed, when he’s laying down, when he’s holding you close

in the shower, he’s so gentle. he runs warm water over your hair and lathers in the shampoo for you, careful not to get anything in your eyes. he’ll rinse it all out while kissing your shoulder. “There we go baby. all clean.”

when you’re lying in bed after a long day, he’ll pull you close and press his nose to your hair. if your feet are sore, he’s rubbing them, no questions asked

loves kissing your neck. you could be making coffee or brushing your teeth and suddenly feel those soft lips against the side of your throat

• completely in love with you

he wears one of those black silicone work rings

even though you’re not married. he doesn’t care what people assume, he likes how it feels on his hand, and he likes what it means. “not looking anywhere else” he says simply

sometimes, he catches you staring at it on his finger and tugs your hand to kiss your knuckles. “That’s just for you baby. you know that.”

he gushes about how he can’t wait to marry you: “one day”

• your age-gap

never makes you feel small or naive

you’re younger, yeah. but he never throws that in your face. he respects you. loves how curious you are. he listens when you talk about your goals, your anxieties, your dreams

you once brought it up, worried you were too young, too inexperienced compared to him. but Erik just shook his head and held your face in his hands. “All I know is I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.”

he knows he’s older. but that just means he gets to really take care of you and he loves that. you’re his girl, his soft thing to protect. he wouldn’t trade that for the world

his remembers everything when it comes to you especially his 30th birthday (will poulter is 32 so let’s just base it off that!)

you gave him a simple card, but it made him emotional. you’d written something like “I hope I get to spend every year with you from now on.” and that just broke him. he still has the card in the drawer next to his bed

you climbed into his lap that night with a slice of cake, feeding him little bites, kissing icing off his lips, telling him he didn’t look a day over 25. he laughed and said “you’re stuck with me now”

• sex with him

he’s mature when it comes to sex. very passionate

he doesn’t rush, doesn’t need to. the kind of man who makes it all about you without making a show of it. he knows your body, always asking if you’re okay, always praising it.

“You like that, baby?” in that low voice of his

sex with Erik feels safe and emotional every time

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

how they take care of you / what they do for you ♡

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — Erik never needed an app or calendar to know when your period was close. he didn’t need reminders or hints he just knew. he’d notice the slight attitude in your voice when you snapped at him over the laundry, or the way you frowned after burning your toast. he noticed how you started craving anything salty. chips, pickles, even dipping pretzels in peanut butter. Erik caught the change everytime and when it came, he didn’t need you to say a word. you were curled up on your stomach, face buried into the pillow, body tense from the cramps that felt like they were trying to tear you apart from the inside out. nothing felt comfortable. lying down, curling up, even sitting was unbearable. you barely noticed Erik enter the room until the mattress dipped beside you. his warm hand slid up the back of your shirt, rough fingers hovering gently over your skin. you let out a soft whimper, half from the pain and half from the relief of his touch. “Where baby?” he asked lowly, you lifted your head just enough to mumble “Right here Erik” pointing to the ache in your lower back. he didn’t say anything else. just got straight to it. his palm pressed firmly to the spot, rubbing slow circles over the spot where it hurt most. not too hard, not too light just the way he knew you needed. his other hand gently rested on the dip of your waist, holding you. “I hate this” you whispered, your eyes shut tight, body still tensed. “I know you do” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder. minutes passed. the pain was still there “Did you take anything?” Erik asked, his voice low, thumb still working in soothing circles on your lower back. “Yeah” you groaned, muffled by the pillow “But it’s not helping.”

“Okay” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss on the back of your head. one last rub of his hand, and then he was off the bed, making his way out of the room. you barely lifted your head, too focused on the ache twisting in your stomach and lower back. but Erik was already thinking. he remembered reading something once when he’d stayed up too late googling how to help with cramps because watching you hurt like this drove him crazy. it was something simple… a sock filled with rice, microwaved for a few minutes. a diy heating pad. “Okay… worth a try” he muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawer for an old clean sock, pouring in uncooked rice. microwave. two minutes. warm, not scalding. he touched it to his own skin first, making sure it wasn’t too hot. it was warm, soft. wouldn’t last forever, but it’d do something. when he came back into the room, you were still exactly where he left you, curled into yourself. “Hey” he said softly, gently lifting your shirt again. “Got something for you.” you didn’t respond. too tired, too crampy but you flinched a little as he adjusted the warm rice sock and carefully laid it across the spot on your lower back. the heat hit almost instantly. you let out a long breath,“Better?” he asked, crouching beside the bed, brushing your hair away from your face. you gave the tiniest nod into the pillow. “That’s all I need” he whispered. and then he stayed right there beside you, his hand resting over the makeshift heating pad until your breathing evened out, until your fists unclenched and your body relaxed into the bed.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — Tommy didn’t understand periods not really. they weren’t something he grew up learning much about. and no matter how many times you tried explaining cramps or bloating or why your boobs hurt for no reason, he’d still get this slightly panicked look. but what he did understand was you. he noticed the way your mood would shift with quiet sighs, furrowed brows, the way you’d curl in on yourself when your stomach hurt. so he tried, in the way Tommy always did. quietly, carefully, and with a heart WAY too big for someone who claimed he didn’t know what to do. it was why the kitchen counter had both salty chips and chocolate covered pretzels waiting when you woke up. why there was a heating pad plugged in near the couch, and a blanket already folded beside it. why he hadn’t made a single sarcastic comment all morning even though your moods had been all over the place and you’d snapped at him twice before noon. he just gave you that understanding look, nodded, and asked gently “Need anything else?” and later, when you were curled up under said blanket with your heating pad, he returned from the store holding up a small plastic bag and said “Hey… what size are you again?” you blinked at him from the couch, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Tommy…”

“What?” he asked sincerely, brows pulled together. you tried not to laugh. “They’re not like clothes baby. pad sizes are for flow, just look for the one that says heavy.”

“Oh.” he paused, then nodded, repeating it under his breath like he was trying to make it stick to his memory “Heavy. got it. Heavy…” he disappeared again and came back ten minutes later, looking far too proud of himself for a guy holding a bright pink package in each hand. “Got the heavy flow one like you said…” he paused, lifting the other “and this one said overnight extra long with wings, so I figured it might come in handy too?” you stared at him, touched in the softest, most ridiculous way. “You did good” you said, standing up just enough to take them from him. Tommy gave you that half shy, half proud grin “Yeah?” you leaned into his chest, burying your face there as his arms instinctively came around you. his hands rubbed slow circles on your back “You never mess it up” you whispered. and that’s the thing about Tommy. he might never fully get it, but he’d never stop trying.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — Elliott handled your period like he always did. quietly, gently, tenderly. he never had to be asked. as soon as you disappeared into the bathroom for a warm shower, he got to work. soft, cozy sweats? check. that faded oversized tee you stole from him? check. he even folded your favorite socks at the edge of the bed and, without a word, slid a fresh pad into your underwear, laying them neatly on top of the pile like it was the most natural thing in the world. by the time the water turned off and you stepped into the bedroom wrapped in your towel, the whole setup was there, like it always was. and there was Elliott, propped up on the bed on one elbow, waiting like this was his favorite part of the day. you blinked at the sight,“You didn’t have to Elliott” you said quietly, though it had become a routine for you. same words, every month, same soft tone. Elliott sat up, smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he didn’t respond. he never did, he just waited for the rest. “Feel better?” he asked instead, tilting his head as he watched you. “Yeah” you breathed, already reaching for the clothes. the warmth from the fabric told you he’d set everything near the heater first just like he always did. as you peeled the towel from your body, you caught him still watching. you froze. “Close your eyes Elliott!” you laughed, suddenly shy despite how many times he’d seen you, held you, kissed every inch of you. he let out an exaggerated huff and slapped a big hand over his eyes. “Yes, ma’am. eyes closed” you dressed quickly, grateful for the warm clothes. once dressed, you crawled onto the bed, lifting his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. “Done” you mumbled into him. he opened his eyes, glanced down at you, and exhaled a deep, content breath. one hand slid around your back, rubbing up and down slowly while the other played with the ends of your damp hair. “This” he said softly “this is my favorite part.” because Elliott loved a lot of things but nothing compared to taking care of his girl when she needed him most. and he’d do it again. next month, the month after. every time. without being asked.

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — the week before your period was always the same. the mood swings came in, the cravings hit out of nowhere along with the irritation and poor Ray, somehow always managed to get on your nerves. “I just said we need more-” you shot him a look from across the room “It’s not what you said. It’s how you said it.” Ray blinked, lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh “Okay. got it” you turned away, muttering under your breath, swearing it wasn’t funny, even though you knew deep down he wasn’t trying to push your buttons. he was just… Ray. a minute passed and he was opening his mouth again. “I know you don’t mean it” he said gently, leaning on the doorframe behind you. “It’s your hormones talking.” you turned right around “That’s not helping.” but he was right, you just didn’t want to admit it. Ray always surprised you with a brown paper bag full of snacks in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. your favorites, of course. always your favorites. He also secretly loved when your period crept closer because you needed him, not in a clingy way but in how you reached for him in the night, or leaned into his touch just a second longer. how your body softened against his, like it remembered how safe it felt there. tonight was one of those nights. you were sitting at the edge of the bed, arms crossed over your chest with a slight wince, lip caught between your teeth. “Ray they’re so sore” you grumbled, glancing down at your swollen breasts with a frustrated sigh. “They feel like rocks.” Ray looked up from where he was tossing his shirt on the chair, his brows lifting not in amusement. he didn’t say anything inappropriate, didn’t smirk, didn’t make a joke out of it. instead, his eyes dropped slowly, taking you in. he always noticed the way your body changed when your period was near. the way your breasts got heavier, your skin a little more sensitive. and he always, always made sure you didn’t feel self conscious about it. “Yeah” he said quietly, “I can see that.” he moved toward the bed, climbing in without hesitation. he settled against the pillows and opened his arms. “cmere” he murmured, patting his thigh. “Let me help.” you hesitated for just a second, then sighed and crawled over, settling between his legs, your back to his chest, your thighs tucked over his. he pulled you in close, arms around you, careful hands sliding up under your shirt. you shifted slightly, the fabric bunching above your breasts as he gently exposed them to the cool air. the looked fuller, rounder, undeniably sore. you winced as the fabric brushed against them. Ray cupped them gently, hands warm, careful. “I’ll be gentle” he whispered. and he was. his thumbs moved in slow, soft circles along the sides, avoiding the sensitive center, kneading just enough to soothe the ache. the first few seconds hurt, but you breathed through it, relaxing into his touch, your forehead finding its place against his shoulder. he kissed the top of your head, still rubbing slow. “You always look so damn good like this” he whispered. “Wish you didn’t hurt, but… damn.” you let out a small laugh, breath shaky, comforted more than you expected to be. the pain dulled, not gone, but manageable. “You take such good care of me” you whispered, and Ray’s hands never left your body. his palms gently massaged your tender breasts, thumbs moving in careful, circular motions, where it hurt but also where it helped. his touch was respectful but intimate. he knew your body. he loved taking care of you especially like this. whether it was with his hands, or his mouth, or simply just being with you… he did it without hesitation, without needing to be asked. “I’m sorry for snapping at you the last few days” you whispered, your cheek still resting on his shoulder, voice soft and a little ashamed. he didn’t even pause. “Don’t be. I know you don’t mean it.” you turned your head slightly, your nose brushing the side of his neck. his voice was low when he added “You know I like it when they get like this.” you giggled, cheeks warming “I know” you said with a smile.

and you really did know. he admired you constantly, but when your body was tender and full like this, he looked at you like you were precious “Look at them” he said under his breath, almost to himself, his thumbs brushing just under the curve, lifting the weight slightly in his hands. his touch turned a little playful then, careful but teasing. you winced, letting out a quiet, pained groan. he stopped immediately. “Sorry” he whispered, kissing the side of your head, you just shook your head, nestling closer. “No… I like when you touch me.”

“I know” he murmured, arms wrapping tighter around you, his hands now resting over your breasts, just holding them with same tenderness he always had for you. because to Ray, taking care of you, especially when you felt like this was a privilege. one he never took for granted.

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — Sam had seen you in every light. soft, stubborn, sweet. but there was something about you during your period that pulled a softness from him. you always felt it the worst. the cramping that left you curled into yourself, the low moods that made you sulk, the tears that came and went for no reason. he didn’t pretend to understand it. he never said “it’s not that bad” or “just push through.” instead, he’d pull you close, kiss the top of your head, and whisper “I know, I know baby” even if he didn’t. that night, you’d fallen asleep in his arms, cheek resting on his bare shoulder, body warm against his. the ache of your cramps had finally eased just enough to let you sleep until a sharp pang could be felt through your belly, waking you up with a soft wince. you shifted slightly, trying to find a new position, but that’s when you felt it.. wet, warm... a pit settled in your stomach. your heart raced. you didn’t want to check. you knew. but still, your hand drifted down, brushing over the sheet beneath you. you froze. soaked. “Fuck” you whispered under your breath, eyes stinging. panic crept up your back as your hand pulled back quickly, like you were ashamed to touch it. you tried sitting up gently, slow enough not to disturb him. maybe you could get up, clean the mess, and he’d never even-

“What happened?” Sam’s voice cut through the silence, low and full of sleep, eyes still barely open. your throat tightened, you hesitated. “I…” you began “I bled through.” that made him sit up instantly. no disgust, no surprise. just immediate action. “Hey, hey” he said, his hand finding your thigh, rubbing it gently “It’s okay.” but your face was already burning, eyes welling with tears. you hated how quick the shame showed up, how small you suddenly felt. “I’m sorry” you whispered “I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t” he interrupted gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he leaned in “don’t say sorry for this.” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, watching you with that calm gaze. “Go freshen up” Sam said gently, still half awake “Pick out whatever sweats of mine you want.” you hesitated at the edge of the bed, your cheeks still burning with embarrassment, but Sam’s voice was calm, steady, like always. “I got this” he added, already reaching for the corner of the comforter. so you nodded, quietly slipping into the bathroom, the faint click of the door behind you muffling the soft rustle of sheets being pulled back. you changed into one of his old sweats, your favorite one, the navy blue one that smelled like him. you took a minute to splash cold water on your face, trying to cool down both your body and your shame. but it was still there in the back of your mind, that familiar feeling like you’d somehow ruined the night. meanwhile, Sam got to work. the spot wasn’t too big. nothing he hadn’t seen before, nothing that fazed him. he stripped the bed without hesitation, tugging the fitted sheet and balling the used linens into the laundry basket he kept in the corner. the mattress underneath was clean, dry. when you stepped out, hair slightly damp, in his sweats, the bed looked different. bare mattress, no sheets, no sign of what you’d woken up panicking about. Sam was standing nearby, shirtless, hands resting on his hips like it was just another chore crossed off the list. nothing dramatic, nothing weird. the second he saw you, he walked straight over. he wrapped his arms around you without a word, pulling you into the warmth of his chest, your cheek finding its place right above his heart. his lips pressed to the top of your head, soft and reassuring. “No need to be embarrassed” he murmured sleepily “None.” you held onto him a little tighter.

“You’re not grossed out?” you whispered

“Why would I?” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you “It’s normal. It’s you.” you nodded, swallowing, not from shame this time, but from how safe he made you feel. Sam tilted his head with a little smirk. “and you look better in those than I ever did, by the way.” you laughed softly, and he leaned down to kiss you again on your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth before guiding you toward the bed. “cmon” he said, grabbing the extra blanket from the closet. “fresh start, clean sheets tomorrow. right now, I just want you close.” and you let him hold you again, wrapped in his warmth, knowing there was nothing about you he ever found too messy to love.

little things my boyfriend does that i just couldn’t resist applying to warfare men!!🥹

smut ver. coming up…

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ jake x f!reader ⋮ smut ⋮ drabble ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

pussy inspection, spanking, mean jake

“I mean it. don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.”

he made you promise. he had said it so calmly, like it wasn’t the most torturous thing he could’ve possibly left you with “You can do that for me, yeah?” his palm cupped your cheek so gently it made your heart ache

Jake always knew what he did to you. he knew how you cried on his cock sometimes, overstimulated but needy, taking him deeper even when you couldn’t anymore. he knew how easily your body gave in to his. that’s what made his request so cruel

he hadn’t said it as a joke. he had kissed your forehead and said “I want to be the one to fuck you open again when I get back. promise not to touch yourself?”

“I promise Jake” you said

you meant it too. meant it when you kissed him goodbye, meant it even as you watched him go.

it’d been three weeks, three. and you were trying

every night you tried to distract yourself. a show, cold showers. you even made it through the first two weeks by sheer force, but by the third, it started creeping in. little memories of how Jake’s hand on your throat felt, the sound of his voice when he’d press you down and whisper “cmon baby, let me see you take it…”

and tonight, you were shaking

you were laid out on the bed in one of his shirts, your thighs rubbed together as you curled tighter, pillows tucked under your belly and your face buried deep into one like that could muffle the whimper threatening to come out of your throat

no touching, you promised

but the ache between your legs had become unbearable. your pussy was wet, you could feel it sticking between your thighs, your panties damp, your clit so swollen and sensitive. your hands twisted into the sheets just to stop yourself from moving lower

Jake wanted to be the one to fuck you open again. he said it so sweet. but right now, he wasn’t here.

and you were so, so empty

you turned your face to the pillow, teeth sinking into it as your hips rocked once, just once down into the mattress. you froze, the jolt of pleasure made your eyes squeeze shut

“fuck” you whispered into the pillow, voice trembling

you hadn’t even touched yourself properly and already your thighs clamped tighter, trying to get more friction without using your hands. Jake would be so pissed if he knew. or worse he’d laugh. laugh that mean little laugh he had when he caught you squirming on his lap during a movie, whispering dirty things into your ear while you pretended not to be seconds away from cumming just from his voice

you weren’t gonna last.

another grind, and your clit throbbed. you bit down harder, muffling the moan, fists tightening in the sheets, but your hips already began moving in slow little circles against the fabric, searching for just the right spot. each pass made your thighs tremble harder. your pussy clenched around nothing, soaking into your panties, to the point it felt slick

“no, no. Jake, fuck- I said I wouldn’t…” you whimpered

but the memory of his cock was what did it for you

thick and heavy, always so good when he slid it in, that first stretch pulling a gasp from your throat, the way your body had to remember how to take him every time. he fucked you like he knew you were too sensitive, like he wanted you ruined. he liked it when you cried. not from pain just from wanting him so bad it hurt

“so fucking greedy for it” he’d groan, hips meeting yours, hand locked tight around your waist as you arched back for more “Been gone five minutes and you’re already wet, huh?”

and now your fingers were between your legs, just one touch. just to feel how wet you were

you whimpered the second your fingertips grazed your clit “fuck…” the sensation making your knees jerk. you shouldn’t, but you were already rubbing slow circles, panting, mouth open

“Jake… Jake I’m sorry…”

he’d make you tell him, make you admit you broke, that you couldn’t wait, that you needed it too bad to obey

you moaned louder, fucking yourself against your fingers now, slick squelches mixing with the sound of your breath, your panties shoved to the side and your other hand over your mouth. the orgasm was right there, your pussy clenching in needy spasms as you cried out into your palm “Mmphh fuck, fuck, Jake-”

you finished hard, whole body tensing, thighs twitching uncontrollably. your eyes rolled, soaked fingers still moving in frantic little circles

after you were limp. tears pricked your eyes, not from guilt but from how bad you needed him here. inside you, on top of you, pressed into you

after that night you touched yourself again. and again. sometimes twice in one night, sometimes in the shower, sometimes just from remembering the exact feel of his cock resting heavy against your tongue. you finished to the memory of him whispering “such a needy little thing” in your ear. you came to the thought of how he groaned your name right before he filled you. you needed him and each orgasm left you in tears.

and now… you were here with Jake’s breath warm against your skin as he settled behind you, his weight shifting the bed. you were shaking already, your elbows trembling where they held you up, chest flush to the sheets, hips raised high and your knees spread wide just like he liked you. his hands on your ass were too gentle, it made it worse. he wasn’t angry, but you knew him. you knew how quiet he got when he was disappointed

he’d pulled your panties off in a single drag, the cotton clinging wet between your thigh

now his thumbs were spreading you open, index fingers along the folds like he was inspecting something that didn’t belong to you anymore. your pussy twitched under his touch, too warm, too slick, still over sensitive from last night’s orgasm. your clit ached, exposed and swollen, and you bit into your cheek hard

his voice came low and smooth “You were good and listened?”

“Yes” you breathed, the lie half muffled by the pillow you were chewing on. you didn’t sound convincing, you didn’t feel convincing. your body was trembling, soaked through and twitching, you knew he saw it

“Don’t lie” Jake said

the first slap was a warning, sharp across the curve of your ass, not hard enough to bruise, just to sting, to make you jolt forward with a yelp muffled into the pillow. your back arched instinctively, your pussy clenching down around nothing. you could hear how wet you were when you moved, that humiliating little squelch that gave you away

“You expect me to believe this is what a good girl looks like?” he murmured, the pad of his thumb running up your slit. he stopped at your clit, pressing down just enough to make your hips jump “You’re fucking wet. look at this mess. you touched yourself again and again and again.”

you whimpered, not answering

“You missed me that bad?” he asked more curious than teasing

you hands fisted in the sheets as he dragged one finger through your folds and pushed it in shallowly, just the tip, feeling how easily you swallowed it. you pussy clenched, greedy and soaked, the sound so wet it made your face warm

“Jesus. Look at you” he laughed, soft and in disbelief “You cried while you finished, didn’t you?”

you nodded into the pillow, tears already slipping down your cheeks. you didn’t even try to hide it now “I needed you Jake” you whispered, your voice breaking “I tried to wait. I did. I swear, but I just fuck- I missed your cock so much…”

“Mmm I bet you did. bet you fucked yourself stupid every night thinking about it. that how you did it baby? on your back? on your knees? pillow between your thighs?” he leaned closer his breath ghosting over your pussy “you rub this needy little clit ‘til it ached? cry into the sheets?”

“Y-yes” you sobbed

he slid the finger deeper, just one, but the stretch still made you gasp “You couldn’t wait” he said curling it just slightly “You made me promise to be the one to open you up again, but look at this greedy hole. you’ve been fucking it raw every night without me.”

you choked on your own breath as he pressed his face in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. you shuddered, thighs shaking. his tongue swirled around your clit, not fast, just enough to tease, to draw another needy whine from your throat. your hips pushed back against him without your permission, desperate for more

“no” he said, pulling back “you don’t get to fuck my mouth like that.”

he grabbed your hips, holding you still as he licked again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch of his tongue “You know what I think?” he said between licks “I think I need to fuck the truth out of you.”

“Jake…”

“Shh” he said, slipping another finger in beside the first “You can beg later. right now, you’re gonna lie here and take it.”

you sobbed into the pillow, your pussy clenching around his fingers. he was going to ruin you

and you deserved every second of it

Jake’s fingers kept fucking into you, slow but deep, curling just enough on every thrust to keep you gasping, your slick squelching embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. his thumb slid up to circle your clit drawing tiny cries from your throat every time he brushed that one spot just right

“I know those little fingers can’t fuck you how I do” he murmured, watching the way your pussy clenched and sucked at his fingers with every pump “All those nights, huh? rocking your hips into your own hand. you use anything on yourself?”

you shook your head into the pillow “No Jake.”

another harsh smack landed across your ass, making your whole body jerk, a choked sob coming from your lips

“Tell the truth.”

“I am” you cried out, lifting your face just enough to look back at him. your cheeks were red, wet with tears, lips parted in a perfect pout. you were a mess, sniffing, eyes wide, hoping maybe if he saw you like this he’d take pity and finally slide his cock into you, stretch you open like you’d been craving for months

but instead, his hand came down over the back of your head and pushed you back down into the pillow

“eyes forward. face down. ass up. that’s how liars stay.” he said

you whimpered into the sheets, more tears soaking the cotton

“Knew you wouldn’t last” he said like it was just a fact, like it wasn’t even something to punish, just something pathetic to note “soft little pussy like this? no way you could’ve made it without me. you’d fuck a bedsheet if it smelled like me long enough.”

the humiliation made your chest ache, your heart didn’t know whether to break or beat harder

“Touched myself to you too” he added casually

that made your whole body jerk again, cheeks warming. you clenched around his fingers instinctively, the image going through your mind so fast you moaned aloud before you could stop yourself

“Really?” you breathed, your hips lifting higher

Jake chuckled “yeah. You think you’re the only one who got desperate out there? Fuck, I’d lay there, eyes shut, just thinking about the way your pussy feels around me. thought about you on your knees, pretty mouth all stretched open, drool dripping down your chin…”

you squirmed, crying out when he picked up the pace, fingers moving faster, harder, his palm slapping against your pussy with every thrust

“God, I could hear you in my fucking head” he murmured, leaning in so close you felt his breath fan across your lower back. “but you broke a promise. didn’t I tell you how much those mean to me?”

he was lying, you knew he was lying. just twisting the knife, making it worse on purpose but it didn’t matter. you heart ached anyway, guilt coming up. you had promised. you’d said yes. you’d meant to obey

“I’m sorry” you muttered into the pillow, voice barely heard through your sobs

another slap across your skin, this one sharp and fast, his hand immediately smoothing over the stinging mark

“Don’t apologize” he said, like it wasn’t up for debate “You don’t get to be sorry. not until I say you are.”

He pulled his fingers out of you suddenly, and you gasped at the emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing

Jake’s fingers glistened as he brought them around to your face, dragging them close so you could see the shine. your slick coated them in a wet sheen, dripping slow down to his knuckles, thick and creamy

“Look at that” he murmured “And you want me to believe you didn’t touch yourself?”

you buried your face back into the pillow, there was no point denying it anymore. your body told on you with every twitch, every clench, every sound your pussy made when he spread you open

without warning, his fingers were back between your thighs but this time, he didn’t stop at two. you felt the thick stretch as he pushed in a third finger alongside the others, your whole body jolting from the sudden feeling

“Ahh Jake” you whined, the sting sharp at first, your toes curled into the sheets, your back arching more, mouth falling open in a silent cry

“Shhh baby. you can take three” he cooed, leaning in just enough for you to hear the pride in his voice “You always take my cock so good without a problem, don’t you?”

he was right, you always took it. even when it made your thighs shake and your voice go hoarse from moaning. even when your pussy clenched too tight at the start and he had to force himself in, one hand on your hip while the other pressed between your shoulders to keep you still

and now you were drooling into the pillow as he shoved his fingers deep, all three of them moving fast, your pussy making slick, wet noises that sounded almost desperate as he fucked them in and out

Jake groaned low behind you, watching your folds stretch around his hand “Goddamn, look at this. look at you swallowing all three like it’s nothing”

his fingers slammed into that sweet spot of yours “Mmmh Jake”

“Getting you ready” he said simply, but you could hear the strain in his voice as he held himself back. you knew he was hard, knew he wanted to be inside you so bad, he was clenching his jaw to stop himself

and then suddenly, he pulled out

the wet suction pop of your pussy clinging to his fingers made your face warm, your hole clenched around nothing, your arousal messy between your thighs

Jake watched the soft, involuntary clench of your entrance trying to close again “Tsk” he muttered, shaking his head like you’d disappointed him somehow

then the smack came, a hard slap on your ass that made you jolt but before you could even cry out, he landed another, this time lower, right on your pussy

smack

“f-fuck!” you sobbed, your hips bucking forward

he rubbed over the spots afterward, soft circles with his palm like he was soothing you even as he left you stinging and marked

“Can’t even sit still” he murmured, dragging his thumb along your pussy, gathering up more slick and spreading it through your folds. “You’re making a mess all over the bed baby. all over my fucking fingers, and you still want more.”

you mouth was open, panting, moaning with every breath. you weren’t even sure if you were begging anymore just making sounds

“You think I should fuck this tight little hole?” he asked, dragging his cock up the curve of your ass, letting the tip nudge between your folds, teasing the entrance that was clenching for him “You think you earned it, after lying to me?”

you didn’t know what to say, but your body gave the answer

you arched higher, offering yourself

and Jake chuckled low, wrapping a fist around the base of his cock, lining himself up

“We’ll see how sorry you really are.”

Jake leaned over your body again, one hand spreading your ass wide, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. you were already slick from how he’d fingered you open but he still spat, watching it trail down between your folds, mixing with your arousal. “Gonna need all the help you can get for this” he muttered

you felt the head press in, nudging your entrance. he paused just long enough for the pressure to start building, then began to push in. the thick head parted you inch by inch, stretching you open again after so long without him. your pussy resisted as he sank deeper

he watched you swallow it, watched your lips stretch around his cock “There it goes” he said softly, half to himself “Look at you. can’t lie to me now, huh?”

“Jake baby, wait” you gasped, the sharp pain made your hips try to scramble away, but his hands were already on your waist, dragging you back down, holding you still

“you wanted this.”

you could feel the pressure build, deeper and deeper. his cock was perfect. long and fat, stretching you in ways your fingers never could

“Still tight” he muttered amused, “Pussy clenching like it’s never been fucked before. this what missed me?”

all you could do was nod, your cheek pressed into the pillow, breath catching in short sobbing gasps “Mhmm”

and then your ass met his hips

he bottomed out with a deep breath, his cock buried fully inside you. you could feel every thick inch where your walls squeezed around him

“F-fuck Jake!” you choked, the pain and fullness fading into pleasure

he didn’t wait. no sweet words, no slow thrusts

he just fucked you.

thrust after thrust slamming into you, fast and deep, your body rocking forward with each one, tits bouncing against the sheets. you sobbed into the pillow, hands clawing at the mattress for something to hold, but he had you locked in place, caged under his weight

“Fucking liar” he huffed, his grip tightening on your waist, fucking into you so hard your ass clapped back against his thighs “Told you not to touch yourself. You think I wouldn’t know?”

“Jake I-”

“You think I couldn’t tell the second I saw this messy pussy? Fuckin’ wet for me like it hasn’t been played with every night I was gone.”

you tried to speak but all that came out were broken sobs and half formed words “I didn’t mean. fuck- Jake I missed you”

“Yeah? Tell me how” he groaned, hips thrusting into you, his cock pounding your sweet spot “Tell me what you did. every night.”

“I touched myself.. I laid in your shirt. Jake, I just wanted you”

“You rub that needy little clit?” one hand slipping under to press tight circles against the swollen nub “Fuck your fingers in, pretend they were mine?”

“y-yes!” you cried, tears dripping down your cheeks, lips swollen and trembling “Every night. I came so much Jake, I’m sorry- I needed you”

he laughed mean and breathless, thrusting into you harder now, making the headboard knock into the wall “Yeah, I bet you did. so fucking desperate for it you cried didn’t you?”

you nodded frantically, sobbing into the sheets “I missed you so much, Jake m’sorry, m’sorry”

your pussy clenched down, tight, your body shaking beneath him as he fucked you into the mattress. his cock hit so deep now, your walls spasming around him with every word he made you confess

“Say you’ll never lie to me again.” he groaned

“I won’t, I won’t!”

Jake kept fucking you like he had something to prove maybe to himself, maybe to you. maybe to your pussy that was already puffy, overstretched from taking him again and again. his cock slammed in deep, never once stopping, his body pressed flush to yours now, sweat slicked chest sticking to your back

your spit had run down your chin, smeared over your cheek from when you’d tried to wipe it and failed. your tears had made your face blotchy, your lips swollen. every thrust made you cry out now. not from pain, not just from pleasure, but from the overwhelming way he took up every inch of you

your pussy clenched around him, you couldn’t even speak anymore, your voice broke down into sobs and hiccups, little high pitched gasps caught in your throat, and that’s what did it

that’s what made Jake soften. not in his thrusts, he still fucked you hard. but in his hands, in his voice, in the way he leaned forward until his chest was pressed to your back and his mouth hovered beside your ear

“Hey. Hey, baby.”

you hiccupped, whole body trembling beneath him

his hand slid up, fingers brushing gently through your sweat damp hair, tucking it out of your face. then he used the same hand to wipe your cheeks, knuckles dragging slow under your eyes, clearing the sticky trails of tears and spit tenderly

your eyes met his, that was all it took

you broke into a full sob “I’m sorry Jake” you cried, voice cracking

“I know you are” he murmured

and he kissed you

not on the mouth but on your forehead, slow and warm. his lips pressed there sweetly

“Shh” he whispered against your skin “knew my girl wouldn’t be able to hold out that long.”

his hips never stopped moving, that thick cock still dragging through your pussy, hitting deep on every stroke. but the way he held you now, arms wrapped around your front, one hand under your ribs, the other gently palming your tits was so full of affection you felt like you might cry harder

“Could never be mad or disappointed” he said more to himself than to you “You tried, didn’t you? My baby tried real hard.”

you nodded into the sheets sniffling “I did… I really did…”

“I know, I know you did.” his voice was soft and low now, words warm against your neck “Still proud of you.”

and even as he kept fucking you hard, his tone was full of love. his kisses trailed down your spine between the moans and gasps. his hand gripped yours in the sheets, fingers laced tight

you loved when Jake was like this. when he was rough but sweet

you knew next time, you’d keep every promise. just to see that look in his eyes again when you told him you’d waited

can’t believe this my first time writing for him

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄

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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐦

lazy morning sex, creampie, cuddles

the early morning sun had just begun seeping in through the blinds, casting soft warm stripes across the sheets. you lay curled on your side, feet tangled under the covers, sam’s chest flush against your back.

his skin was warm against yours, his arm draped loosely around your waist. you could feel the slow thump of his heartbeat against your back, and lower his morning wood pressed firm against your ass, thick and hard even through the thin fabric of your panties. you shifted slightly, just enough to tease. you didn’t have to look to know he was awake, you felt it in the slight hitch of his breath each time your hips shifted, your thighs brushing his under the covers, your cotton panties barely holding back the mess already between your legs. his fingers on your breast gave a gentle squeeze through the soft tank, thumb circling, teasing the puffy nipple beneath the thin fabric, and his cock thick, trapped in his boxers, pressed harder to the swell of your ass

“you awake?” he mumbled

“mmh” you hummed as your hips rolled backward just a little more now, grinding up against his bulge, dragging a low curse from his throat. his arm tightened around your waist

“you doin’ that on purpose?” his voice was low

you didn’t answer with words, just wiggled your ass against him again, and this time his hips bucked. not much, he was trying to be good but enough for you to feel him slide right along your soaked panty line, the head catching between your ass for just a second. you bit your lip, eyes still closed, but your body betraying you as you arched your back, with that slight whine that slipped out

“let me see you” he murmured, you turned your head lazily, slow enough for the edge of your cheek to nuzzle the pillow, your eyes meeting his, half lidded, lips pouty from sleep, a smear of drool caught at the corner of your mouth. messy, perfect, his favorite.

his thumb brushed gently across your lip, catching that little smear of drool. his smile was slow and full of tease when he whispered “good morning”

your lips curled. not even a full smile just that sleepy twitch tugging at the corners

he leaned in till his nose grazed yours, his breath ghosting over your mouth before he kissed you, lips parting just enough to feel your breath mingle with his. your thigh shifted, brushing up the bulge of his cock still hard, and he sighed against your lips

“going to take care of me, baby?” he asked, his forehead resting against yours

you blinked slowly at him, mouth brushing his “always do sammy.”

his grin spread without shame. stupid, wide, all teeth

he slowly pushed your tank up higher, exposing your chest to the cool morning air. his hand slipped beneath, cupping your breast fully “fuck, baby… look at you” he murmured, thumb brushing slow across your nipple until it hardened, then giving it a pinch that made your hips jerk

you could feel him smiling behind you, all warm and smug and still so fucking hard. the arm around your waist slid lower, past your belly, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. your thighs tensed and parted for him. he chuckled soft at the warmth and slick he felt there

“wet already?” he whispered, his fingers dipping down, middle knuckle brushing your clit lightly

“been hard on me” you murmured “pressing up on me all morning…”

his cock twitched against you

“you like it?” he whispered, fingers stroking you now, slow and lazy. he slid them back, found your entrance, already wet and rubbed slow little circles around it

“sam” you breathed, he nuzzled your neck, kissed just under your ear. “let me fuck you right here” he said against your skin “slow, deep. the way you like.”

you nodded before he even finished. his hand drifted up your thigh, gripping just under your ass to pull your leg higher over his hip, spreading you open for him

“fuck I love you like this.” he murmured, nuzzling your temple “all ready to make me feel good before we even get outta bed.”

you giggled against his cheek, shifting so your hips pressed more firmly against his, and he hissed through his teeth, rocking against you, letting his bulge grind against you through the thin fabric of your panties.

his hand slid to cup your jaw as he kissed you again, deeper now, more tongue, earning a low groan in his throat when he felt your hips meet his with a slow needy grind

“let’s move these aside, yeah?” he said warm against your ear

you nodded, too blissed out to say much, letting him handle it all. he kissed your cheek as he shifted, one arm slipping beneath your thigh, lifting it, your leg bent and draped over his, exposing you completely. his other hand warm beside your waist as he leaned just far enough to reach down between your thighs. his fingers hooked the damp middle of your panties, tugging the fabric aside

“fuck” he whispered, eyes flicking down to watch the way you glistened “you’re wet, baby…”

you just bit your lip, shifting slightly. then your hand reached back slowly, dragging your fingertips down his stomach until you found the waistband of his boxers. you curled your fingers and tugged, tugged until the elastic gave and he helped you, lifting his hips just enough for them to slide down past his thighs. enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against your thigh with a wet thwack

you moaned just from that, arching for him

“atta girl” he murmured, that grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. his cock twitched against your leg, hard and leaking already, and the sight of you spread open for him like that. panties pulled aside, lip between your teeth, your hand still resting where you’d tugged him free damn near could make him cum.

“you want it?” he asked softly, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds, the pressure making both of you groan. he kept your leg up, high and wide, thumb pressing into your thigh while he rutted slow between your pussy, not quite pushing in, just teasing, letting the tip bump your clit and smear his precum over your folds

your breath caught. your hips rocked forward and back on instinct “want it so bad” you whispered

he kissed your shoulder “mmfuck, look at this pussy�� he muttered, lining himself up, dragging the head through your pussy once more “needy little thing.”

you buried your face in the pillow as he pushed in, inch by inch, his hips flush to your ass, cock buried deep in your pussy. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you back onto him just to hear the wet filthy sound of him bottoming out, and your mouth opened in a breathless “ahh, fuck Sam”

“yeah?” he thrust slow and deep “that what you wanted? waking me up like that? grinding that sweet little ass on my cock. beggin’ without saying a word?”

you gasped, moaning into the sheets as his hips rocked again, slow pull out, full push in, again and again till your toes were curling

“uh-huh.wanted it so bad” you choked out “couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

he groaned, fucking you a little harder now. the bed creaked, your thighs shook, you clenched around him and he hissed, his grip tightening on your leg

he fucked you slow and deep, dragging every inch of his cock through your wet, tight pussy, hips thrusting in a lazy rhythm that never stopped, like he had all the time in the world to stay buried inside you. the wet slap of skin on skin was muffled by the creak of the bed, your panting breath, and the low groans that came out of sam as he buried his face in your shoulder

he kissed along your neck, your back, soft warm presses of lips between moans, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough. every time you clenched around him, his cock twitched and his hips bucked a little deeper

“fuck” he groaned, voice full of sleep “feel so fuckin’ good baby…”

your moans got higher, breathier, every thrust pushing you closer, your body arching back into him, hips rolling to meet his rhythm. you reached back without thinking, your hand finding his cheek, as you turned your head, needing him close. he nuzzled into your temple with a kiss, still moving inside you, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open for him

“letting me use this pretty little pussy first thing in the morning” he mumbled against your skin

you nodded with a little whimper, too fucked out to give him more than that, your pussy clenching around him “sam, im close” you whispered

“me too baby” he panted, fucking you just a little faster now, losing the rhythm “where you want it?”

you turned your head and caught his mouth, whining into his lips “in me, in me sam.”

he clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head just a little like he couldn’t believe you. “messy girl” he muttered, voice hoarse, but god he loved it, loved you like this, all soft and sweet, desperate around his cock

his thrusts lost all rhythm after that, just rough, deep, and then with a groan muffled into your shoulder, his hips slammed flush to yours, cock twitching as he came inside you, warm and thick and so much it made you whine louder, your whole body clenching tight around him as you finished too. your pussy spasmed around his cock, milking out every drop as his arms locked around you and held you there, stuffed full and shaking

“fuck baby…” he breathed, still twitching deep inside you, his forehead resting on your back. “that’s the best goddamn way to start a day.”

he pulled out slow, thick cock dragging against your still clenching walls until the tip finally slipped free with a wet pop, the sudden emptiness making you exhale. a sticky string of cum clung from his flushed tip back to your pussy, the mess already starting to trail down your thigh. he watched it for a second, hand still on your leg, then gently let it go, your thigh falling limp to the mattress with a little tremble

you were breathing hard, chest rising and falling quick, forehead damp, lips parted as you lay there, dazed and fucked in the best way. he leaned over you, the warmth of him comforting as he pulled you into his arms

“clean you up later” he murmured, brushing your hair back from your face. his voice was warm, quiet, and exhausted. he always cleaned you up, never forgot. but right now, he just wanted you in his arms

“let me hold you right now” he whispered, his arms wrapping snug around your waist as he tugged you against his chest, your back fitting perfectly into him, his cock still sticky and half-hard against the curve of your ass. he kissed your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh

“you were so good baby” he murmured into your hair “felt so fuckin’ perfect…”

your body softened completely in his hold, his breath brushing your temple. you yawned, your eyes already slipping closed as the warmth, the fullness, the way he held you lulled you into sleep

“sleep sam…” you mumbled

“okay, baby.” he whispered, one more kiss pressed to your head, his voice even softer now. his arms tightened just a little more around you. and then he let himself drift into sleep, holding you. both of you fucked out, messy and warm.

need dat morning wood… 😩

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

i just love a man who can get shit DONE!

im a simple girl i see biceps & a man hard at work my coochie on OCEAN.

[warfaredoll]

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 & 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ Ray x f!reader ⋮ smut w plot ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

oral m/f!receving, fingering, titty sucking, exhibitionism..?

“Okay. this is the last one” she announced, setting it down ontop an already too tall stack.

you let out a long sigh, both relieved and slightly panicked. the hardest part was upstairs

you checked your phone and smiled a little to yourself, Ray was almost home to help. Ray had promised he’d help with the heavy lifting once he got home

and the soft click of the door opening had you perking up instantly

the door clicked open and Ray stepped in, keys jingling in one hand, a roll of boxing tape and a fresh stack of folded boxes in the other. you looked up the second you heard the sound, and a soft, tired smile came across your face.

he saw the exhaustion on you, the smudges of dust on your shirt, the way your hair clung to the sweat on your temples and his features softened instantly. he walked over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head without a word at first

“sorry baby” he muttered low, almost guilty, like he hated not being there sooner

you just leaned into him, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your face into the side of his throat

“I’m so tired” you mumbled

Ray’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you tight against him. “you look tired” he said softly into your hair “back hurting?”

you nodded, and he leaned back to look at you. “cmere” he murmured, guiding you gently with one hand to turn around. then, before you could protest, his thumbs were pressing into your lower back

you groaned instantly. “oh my god” you muttered, letting your head drop forward as he rubbed small, firm circles into the aching muscles

“You should’ve waited” he murmured “Told you I’d help.”

you sighed “I know. But I just wanted to get started..”

Ray pressed a kiss to your shoulder over the thin strap of your tank top. “well, I’m here now.”

Ray looked past you, nodding a silent thank you to your friend, who was sitting on the arm of the couch. then his eyes moved across the room, towers of taped up boxes, the ones still open, packing materials spilling out. he looked over it once, then exhaled as he set down the tape and empty boxes, running a hand over the top of his buzzed hair like he was already planning where to start

you turned around again, eyes soft on him “There’s a lot to carry, it’s all upstairs. furniture too…”

he didn't even hesitate “Alright.”

you turned, already stepping toward one of the boxes with the intent to help, but before you could even bend down, Ray’s hand found the back of your head, fingers slipping gently into your hair, guiding you to rest against his shoulder.

“I got it” he murmured “Let me.”

you closed your eyes for a second, letting the weight and responsibility in your chest loosen, just a little. then you nodded.

so you let him, Ray got to work like he always did. focused, no complaints, just doing what needed to be done. he lifted one of the heavier boxes with a grunt, his forearms flexing, and started the first of what you knew would be a dozen trips. you watched him carry the weight like it was nothing

your friend came up beside you and bumped your arm lightly. “You’ve got yourself a good one.”

You smiled, watching Ray disappear down the stairs, with a box tucked securely in his arms

“Yeah” you said softly. “I do.”

you stood near the doorway, a half filled box at your feet and a broom leaning against your hip, watching as Ray made his way back up the stairs again, two heavy boxes in his arms like they weighed nothing. his shirt clinging tighter to him with every trip.

every time you tried to help, tried to sneak a box off to the side or carry something light, he’d catch you. every time

“I got it” he’d say, that same small smile on his face not smug, not teasing. just warm

so you gave in. you swept the floors instead, moved smaller things into boxes, tried to stay out of the way. you were hot, your hair stuck to your neck, your shirt clinging to you just like his, but somehow… watching Ray work made it all a little more bearable

his buzzed hair was damp now, shining slightly in the late afternoon light coming through the window. his brows were furrowed in concentration as he crouched down to grip the base of a small bookshelf, muttering a quiet “one, two” under his breath before lifting it clean off the ground. you caught the soft grunt in his throat as he lifted it into position, his jaw clenched, forearms tight, veins tracing up to his biceps as they flexed with the weight

he didn’t even look your way, but you stared.

he shifted the shelf to one arm, balancing it long enough to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand, his shirt riding up just a bit, exposing a faint line of skin beneath the waistband of his jeans. his stomach glistened slightly from the sweat, a light sheen on his tan skin

you blinked hard and forced yourself to turn back to the half filled box beside you. sweeping, just sweeping. not staring at your very sweaty, very attractive boyfriend hauling your entire life down a flight of stairs like it was his full time job.

Ray came back up again moments later, breathing a little heavier now. he passed by you, catching the way your eyes briefly went to his arms

he smirked this time. “What?” he asked, pausing just long enough to tilt his head and raise an eyebrow at you

“nothing.” you said simply

but your flushed face and the way you swallowed before replying gave you away, and Ray gave a soft little huff of a laugh before bending over to grab another box, his shirt rode up again

“I see you watching” he murmured without looking at you

and you were, shamelessly

Ray had been at it for hours now. sweat slicked his shoulders, glistened down his neck, he’d mutter something under his breath when one of the heavier things nicked a corner or scuffed the wall, but it wasn’t frustration. it was something else and you could feel it.

because every time you bent over with that broom or shifted to sweep under the couch, there he was behind you, calloused hand cupping the underside of your ass like it belonged to him, like it was a break to touch what was his. “damn” he’d grunt sometimes. once, when you were down low stretching under the table, the sharp smack of his palm across your ass sent your body jerking with a surprised yelp

“Ray!” you half laughed, half scolded, heartbeat quickening as you straightened up “not here. she’s still-”

“I know” he cut you off, not even trying to sound guilty, just grinning through the sweat running down his cheek “you just look good like this.” he reached over, thumb brushing along your jaw to catch a strand of hair stuck to your cheek, smoothing it gently behind your ear

and then he kissed you, right there in the hallway.

not a peck, not a quick hello, it was the kind of kiss that reminded you he’d had his hands all over you before the boxes, before any of it. that deep, slow kiss, mouth open against yours, tongue warm and coaxing, made you forget about your friend in the room over. you only remembered Ray, pressed chest to chest with you, both of you flushed and sweating, and his hand sliding dangerously down the back of your shorts as if you weren’t standing next to a still half filled box.

“You’re supposed to be moving furniture” you mumbled against his lips, but you didn’t push him away

“I am” he said, teeth brushing your lower lip, breath coming faster now. and then he kissed you again, harder this time. his thigh nudged between yours, pressing up till your hips shifted instinctively against him, betraying yourself in the needy way your body wanted more. his hand slid down, fingers grazing your inner thigh as your breath caught, mouth parting just as a door creaked somewhere down the hall

you both froze, his body still flush against you, your chest rising and falling fast against his.

they were just casual, wandering footsteps. Ray didn’t move. his hand still gripped your ass, and when your eyes widened, he just gave it another squeeze and murmured “she’s got music playing. probably can’t hear shit.”

still, you pushed at his chest with a breathless little laugh “Ray. cmon.”

he stepped back just enough to let you move, but the grin tugging at his lips didn’t fade. “alright. just for now.”

but you saw that look in his eyes, the way he watched your hips sway as you walked away. you could feel his stare. and you knew, before the end of the day, before the last box hit the floor, you’d be pinned to one of these half built pieces of furniture with his mouth on your throat and his cock deep inside you, because Ray never stayed patient for long.

and like that he was gone. you checked the hallway first, broom under your arm, thighs still tingling from where his palms had smoothed over your skin. the hallway was empty except for a crooked stack of boxes he hadn’t gotten to yet. the living room was empty, no Ray. outside? the car door was shut. you even popped your head into the bathroom, the bedroom, asked your friend who was still knee deep in a box labeled “fragile” if she’d seen him

she didn’t even look up “nope. probably hiding from the work.”

and that’s exactly what he was doing, you found him in the kitchen

there he was, sprawled across the countertop, legs dangling over the edge, one shoelace half untied, his shirt had ridden up, exposing the ridge of his hipbones. one arm was tucked behind his head, the other lazily fiddling with his belt, metal clinking soft and slow. click, tug, loosen. his eyes were closed like he’d just laid down for a nap, looking ridiculously comfortable.

you paused at the doorway, eyebrows lifted. he cracked one eye open when he heard your quiet footsteps

you tilted your head. “Really?” you murmured, stepping closer, you leaned forward across the counter, one hand placed beside his head, as you pressed a kiss to his cheek “Ray. There’s still boxes.”

“Mmm” he hummed, deep and unbothered “taking a break.”

that’s when his gaze dropped. straight to your breasts, pressed snug against the edge of the counter, your shirt clinging, neckline loose from the constant bending and lifting. his smirk widened, slow and smug, lip catching briefly between his teeth

he rolled onto his side with a grunt. the belt buckle gave a soft jingle as his fingers slipped from it, drifting instead to your chest, the backs of his knuckles brushing over the soft curve above your bra, grazing right over the swell. he dragged that touch up and down, until your nipples tightened beneath your bra

“Baby…” he said low, voice rough like he’d just woken up. he looked up at you “Need somethin’.”

you didn’t answer, couldn’t. not when he looked at you like that, eyes half lidded with want, it made your thighs press together. and his fingers didn’t stop, he stroked again, slow circles now, catching a little breath from your parted lips as your chest arched toward him without thinking

you swallowed hard. your hand moved, fingertips brushing along his stomach, just above the waistband. “we shouldn’t. she’s…”

“In the living room” he murmured, pushing up just a little, rising onto one elbow so he could press his mouth to your collarbone. “can’t see us here. won’t hear us either, not with that damn music playing”

he wasn’t wrong. you could still hear faint music from the other room, voices muffled through the walls, his hand slid beneath your shirt, warm palm flat against your ribs, pushing the fabric up slow inch by inch

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath, eyes locked on your chest like he was starving for it “Come closer baby. Let me taste.”

and you knew better. you knew how easily he could undo you. but your knees bent anyway, hands pressed against he counter, breasts right at his mouth’s reach as he sat up fully, his mouth dragging across your skin just below the neckline before his lips closed around you.

you bit your bottom lip, trying not to moan when his tongue flicked across your breast, then beneath it as his hand tugged your bra down rough and needy. the cool air on your wet skin made you shiver, his mouth sucking the chill away

“Ray” you whispered, half scolding but already breathless

“Mmhm?” he said, not stopping for a second, lips wrapped around the swell of your breast, one hand cupping your ass and pulling you against the counter until your thighs hit the cabinets and there was nowhere left to go

you slid your hands into his hair, you felt him groan low when your fingers tightened, his mouth sucking harder in response. that sound made your hips shift until you were grinding against the edge of the counter without meaning to

“still think I should be lifting boxes?” he asked against your skin. his hand dropped back to his belt buckle again, metal clinking “or you wanna take this break with me?”

your silence was enough. you didn’t need to say a word as Ray’s fingers slipped the straps from your shoulders, as your shirt slumped downward. the loose tank and bra eased down together, your own fingers curling into the hem, tugging until both cups peeled free, your breasts spilling out just inches from his face

he looked up at you, grinning. boyish, yes. but there was nothing innocent in the way his eyes looked at you, his lips were already wrapping around your nipple before you could say anything

“Mmmf” he groaned low against your chest, tongue curling over your nipple, sucking deep and slow. his free hand came up to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers, teasing until it stiffened under his touch. you head dropped back, a gasp catching in your throat. you bit down hard on your lip, trying to stay quiet, but with the way his tongue flicked and swirled, switching between lazy flicks and sharp little flicks you couldn’t help it.

then, pop. he released your nipple with a loud, wet sound, his lips glossy and parted as he sat up and slid off the counter. you didn’t have time to recover before his hands gripped your hips, tugging you against him. his belt brushed your thighs as he lifted you.

you gasped, a surprised little sound escaping as your arms flew around his neck, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. his mouth was at your throat instantly, kisses rough and open mouthed, trailing down, teeth grazing over your collarbone, lips wet and eager as your still bared breasts bounced softly between you with every step.

“Ray…” you moaned, not even sure what you meant to say. “My friend-”

he grunted against your neck, hips grinding forward just enough to make you whimper again “this our apartment.”

that was all he said, like it settled everything. and in a way, it did.

you were breathless by the time he carried you into the bedroom, arms clinging tight to his sweat damp neck. the room was half moved out, boxes open and forgotten. the mattress was already taken out but there was a long cabinet along one wall, empty and clean and exactly the right height.

he set you down on it gently, but with urgency, like his patience had been running thin since the moment he first slapped your ass in the hallway.

“Lay down for me” he said

and you did. you leaned back, hands gripping the edge behind you as your back met the cool surface. your legs stayed around his waist, spread just enough to cradle him in between your thighs, your breasts still out and glistening from his mouth. your chest rose and fell fast, breath shallow, lips parted

Ray moved closer, hands smoothing up your legs, pushing your shorts higher as he went. he bent low, lips finding your nipple again for one more suck, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction, tongue circling slow. you moaned softly, hands finding his shoulders, fingers digging in

he grinned against you “you been needing this, hm?”

his belt came undone with a rough clink, then in one eager motion, his pants and boxers were shoved down, caught halfway down his thighs as his cock sprang free, flushed already. thick and veined, tip glistening, curving rightward. Ray stepped right beside the cabinet, standing over you with that cock just inches from your face

“Open” he hissed, voice sharp like he’d been holding back too long

your lips parted willingly, eyes on him as you let your tongue flick out, wetting the corners of your mouth just before the tip brushed your tongue. he groaned deep, as he slowly fed himself into your mouth. not all the way, but enough. enough to feel the stretch in your jaw, the weight on your tongue, that slight curve brushing up against the roof of your mouth as you sucked him in

you head was tilted back on the cabinet, neck arched. the angle was filthy. him standing over you, hips nudging forward, cock sliding between your lips while you lay there beneath him, tits out, eyes locked to his face. you moaned softly, the vibrations making him hiss through his teeth

“fuck baby” he choked out, eyes squeezing shut, his head tilting back, hand against the wall behind you to keep himself steady. his hips twitched forward, not too rough, but enough to make his cock push deeper, your throat tightening around the head as your tongue swirled along the underside. your lips stretched wide, spit gathering at the corners as your cheeks hollowed

he looked down again, hand coming up to cradle your cheek, his thumb stroking just beneath your eye “okay, okay, baby.” he breathed, gently pulling you off with a soft wet pop, strings of saliva still clinging between your lips and the tip of his cock

he grinned. wide, and smug. you rolled your eyes. your nipples still stiff from the open air, your thighs squirming slightly on the cabinet, shorts damp at the center

“you’re such a-”

before you could finish, he moved. sliding down the side of the cabinet, repositioning at your legs, spreading them open around his hips as he leaned in between. his hands ran up your thighs, rough palms skimming over your skin, thumbs pushing your shirt up again, this time slowly

he pulled the fabric upward, bunching it over your bra again, exposing the soft curve of your belly. his lips followed, kisses slow and open mouthed, tongue flicking over the dip of your bellybutton

you giggled softly “Ray, your mouth tickles…”

“Yeah?” he murmured, not stopping, just smiling against your skin as he licked lower

the he reached your waistband. he kissed just above the elastic of your shorts, then slowly dragged them down, inch by inch, mouth trailing behind his fingers as he exposed your hips, your lower stomach, the fabric of your panties already slightly damp, clinging between your thighs

he pressed one last kiss just below your bellybutton, then looked up at you

“Gonna take my time with you.”

he moved back up your body like he couldn’t stay away for long, leaving a line of kisses along your stomach, dragging his tongue just to feel the goosebumps rise. when he reached your chest again, his eyes flicked up to yours, with that cocky softness that only Ray ever managed. half smug, half sweet

you already knew what he wanted, you didn’t need him to say a word

you lifted your bra with both hands, arching your back slightly to let it slide up, your breasts bouncing free again, still damp from his mouth, the skin flushed and glistening, nipples peaked and sensitive. his lips latched onto one without hesitation, sucking softly this time, lips slow and tender, his tongue circling, teasing, flicking just enough to make your chest move upward into his face

“Mmm” he hummed into your skin, then kissed the other breast, a little harder, with more pressure. you gasped quietly, your fingers brushing through his hair again, just as he pulled back and leaned up to kiss your cheek affectionately

then he tugged, fingers hooked into your shorts, he pulled them down inch by inch, dragging your panties right along with them until both were bunched around your ankles. and then he saw you wet, aching, from nothing but kissing and friction and Ray’s fucking mouth on your tits. he stared for a second, his lips parting, chest rising harder

he dropped to his knees without a word, he gripped your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the cabinet, your bare ass right on the edge now, legs spread around his shoulders

“Wait Ray” you whispered, one hand reaching out to stop him “I’ve been sweating all day.”

he looked up at you, and you saw the glint in his eyes before the words even left his mouth.

“Even better” he huffed.

he moved your hand away easily, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, then a slow lick that dragged a groan from your throat. he kissed lower, lips smearing spit against your inner thigh, then along the crease where leg met hip, so close to your pussy it made your toes curl

then he kissed you, right on your pussy. open mouthed, wet. he pulled back for a second, looking just looking.

“Look at that” he murmured, voice soft and full of awe “so pretty”

you whimpered, legs twitching slightly in his grip

he brought up one finger, rough fingertip trailing through your slit, dragging slowly from bottom to top, spreading your wetness up and over your clit. you jerked, thighs twitching against his face

he smiled and did it again.

then he slid that finger inside slow, teasing, watching your face

“Mmm” he hummed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, eyes flicking down to watch how your pussy hugged around just that one finger “Fucking perfect…”

he pumped it in and out slowly, curling it just a little, testing your walls. then he pushed a second in beside it

your body clenched immediately

“Shit” he breathed, watching your pussy resist the stretch, glistening and twitching as it tried to adjust “So fucking tight.”

“you haven’t touched me since we started moving” you whined, your voice high, thighs shaking slightly “been- been like this all day.”

his cock twitched at that. he finally got the second finger in, pushing past, and your moan slipped out loud, echoing against the walls of the empty bedroom. the sounds of his fingers fucking into you followed, wet and slick and filthy, the cabinet creaking beneath you as your hips rolled forward, chasing more, wanting deeper

then came his tongue, without warning. he leaned in again, eyes locked on your pussy as he flattened his tongue over your clit, licking slowly at first, just tasting you. then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard.

your back arched. “Oh Ray” you gasped, fingers fisting in his hair as your thighs tightened around his ears, but he didn’t stop. he groaned against your clit, lips sealed tight as he flicked and swirled, while his fingers curled inside you, pressing to that spot that made your legs wrap tighter around him

he sucked again, then licked hard and slow, over and over, until the sound of your quiet moans filled the room, until your hips bucked up against his face and your hands couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away

“Just like that baby” he groaned into your pussy. “right here baby”

he pulled away from your pussy with one final long lick, chin glistening, your wetness shining on his lips. your thighs twitched from the sudden loss, breath catching in your throat, and you whimpered in protest without meaning to

“Ray…” you whined, voice soft but desperate, thighs trying to chase his mouth back where it had been

“Right now, baby” he murmured, voice thick with restraint of a man who knew exactly what he was doing to you. he fucking loved it, loved how needy he could make you, how fast your voice turned whiny once he stopped giving you exactly what you needed. his hands found your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the cabinet again as he stood between your legs, cock flushed, already brushing against your folds

he rubbed himself through your pussy slowly, letting the head glide along your slickness, sliding between your lips without pushing in, but just enough friction to make your breath hitch and your fingers clutch at the cabinet edge. he nudged at your entrance and then pulled back, teased you again and again, just grinding with that curve in his cock that rubbed your clit each time

“Ray” you gasped, hips jerking forward

“play with these for me, yeah?” he said low and playful

he reached for your hand, guiding it upward until your palm cupped your own breast. you rolled your nipple between two fingers, tugging gently, the other hand spreading across your stomach

he watched, cock twitching, his chest rising and falling deeper

“Fuck” he muttered, eyes glued to your chest. then finally, finally he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed forward

the stretch was slow and deep, your sweet pussy welcoming him. your mouth fell open, lips parted in a silent cry. no sound came out. you couldn’t afford it not with your friend still somewhere nearby, maybe just behind this thin wall

Ray’s jaw clenched tight, his eyebrows furrowing as he bottomed out inside you. he exhaled long through his nose, his hips flush with yours now, every inch buried deep

“Fuuuuck” he mouthed silently, eyes closing shut, his hands tightening on your hips

you both lay still for a second, trying to breathe through the fullness and the thrill of getting away with it, of doing this, fucking like this, with your friend in the room next door

he moved first. small, slow strokes, careful not to let the cabinet creak beneath you. his cock dragged through your tightness, his cock brushing every sweet spot inside you as his hips moved slowly, without noise

you pulled him down, hands fisting in the front of his shirt until his face was buried against your shoulder, your mouth brushing his ear now with every soft moan that slipped

“Baby your moans” he groaned, voice cracking and hushed against your skin

“You can’t fuck me like this and expect me not to” you whispered back, breath catching at the end of your sentence

his lips found your shoulder, kissing it, biting it gently to muffle his own groan, his hips pressing harder now, movement still slow but deeper

then, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Shit, I can’t” he whispered against your shoulder, and suddenly his mouth was on your breast again. he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, moaning around it like it was the only thing keeping him quiet. your fingers were in his buzzed hair, holding him there, cradling his head as he sucked your tits with those wet, open mouthed sucks

your back arched, mouth open again but silent, the pleasure building up with every thrust of his cock

the room was filled with quiet slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out

and Ray, groaning into your chest, cock buried to the base, arms trembling from holding himself back, looked up at you and whispered “you feel so fucking good baby. gonna cum just from this tight little pussy around me. fuck”

“Don’t cum” you breathed, voice shaky, your mouth against his temple as his cock fucked deep and slow inside you, barely keeping rhythm anymore. “we have nothing to clean it up with.”

you felt his smile, the curve of his lips pressed against your breast, breath hot on your sweaty skin

“And?” he mumbled around your nipple, his tongue flicking lazily before he kissed the soft underside of your breast again, lips sticky with spit and sweat. that single response told you everything. because you knew Ray, knew exactly what that smug little word meant

he didn’t give a fuck. if he could fuck you full of him right now, raw and messy, and walk away without wiping a thing, he would. he wanted to. you could feel it in the the tremble in his hips, the twitch of his cock throbbing inside your wet pussy. he was holding back with everything he had, but barely

and then with one full hard thrust. his hips slammed his cock into you, knocking the sound right out of your mouth. the cabinet creaked loudly and your moan shot out before you could stop it, loud and needy, echoing out into the open doorway

along with it something toppled off the cabinet and hit the floor with a sharp clatter

“Shit” you hissed, full of panic now

“hey!” came your friend’s voice from down the hall. “what fell? are you okay?”

you froze, your whole body tensing, heart thudding, Ray’s cock still twitching inside you

“I..” you stammered, scrambling to respond, hips frozen in place, Ray still buried in you up to the base “y-yeah… fuck. Yeah I’m okay.”

your voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. you didn’t even bother covering it. there was no point. you knew how it sounded, your friend definitely knew how it sounded.

“Atta girl” Ray murmured, low and satisfied, kissing your chest as if nothing had happened, his voice smug and warm

you exhaled hard, pressing your hand to his shoulder. “Baby… my friend” you whined, quiet and pleading, even though your pussy clenched around him just for being inside you like this “please.”

Ray groaned softly, head dropping into the crook of your neck. his breath was ragged now, his cock twitching as he slowly rolled his hips once more

“Fuck” he muttered. “you know I wanna fuck you right here.”

you did, you knew it. knew he was dying to fuck you open, to hold you in place and thrust until he came inside of your pussy and stayed there, buried deep, watching it drip out of you onto the cabinet.

but he pulled back. stopped moving, just resting there, panting against your neck, his cock twitching inside you.

but like the good boyfriend he was. he kissed the curve of your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your skin, voice low and hoarse. “next time” he said “next fucking time, you’re mine over every inch of this room.”

he so sexc 🙂‍↔️

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁warfare ⋮ Erik x f!reader ⋮ smut/angst ⋮ requested ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲

sweetheart Erik, cock warming, him struggling to acknowledge his real feelings, mentions of Ray ⚠︎

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫��𝐚𝐝𝐞r

he told himself it was just the comfort. the warm skin, the soft sighs, the way you let him hold you like no one else existed for a while

that’s all it was.

that’s what Erik kept telling himself every time he found himself outside your door, jaw clenched, fists stuffed into the pockets of his pants like he could punch the feeling out of him

you weren’t his. hell, you weren’t anybody’s. but everyone knew you had a sweetness about you that made the place feel less like a goddamn hell. a softness in your voice, a little laugh you gave when they said something stupid, the way your touch was light, warm, tender.

but Erik… Erik never treated it like the others did

he never came in drunk or loud or laughing with the guys behind him, he never acted like he had a right to your time, he came when it was quiet. when the weight of responsibility, the weight of being captain got too heavy.

he came when he just needed you

most nights, he didn’t even fuck you. sometimes he’d just lie there with his nose in your hair, his hands around your waist, breathing like he was trying to slow memorize and live in that moment

he hated how good it felt

how his chest stopped aching when you curled up next to him, how your voice made his jaw unclench without even trying.

“You don’t have to stay” you’d whisper sometimes, voice sleepy, bare legs tangled with his under the covers

but he always stayed longer than he meant to

he didn’t talk much. not about the things that really mattered. he’d run a hand down your back, press his mouth to your shoulder, and just hold you tighter

there were nights he thought about what it’d be like if things were different. if he wasn’t who he was. if you weren’t here, in this place, with men who didn’t deserve you. if he could let himself want more than just a night with you

but Erik had seen too much, been through too much. he didn’t think he deserved softness like that, not anymore.

so he told himself this was temporary. just touch, just comfort, just someone to make the nights bearable

but it was bullshit.

he knew it the night he came to you after having too much on his mind. exhausted, tired, mind worse. he didn’t even mean to come to your door but his feet took him there anyway

he stepped in without a word, you just looked at him like you knew, and then he made it in your bed

and he held you that night like he was afraid you’d gone be in the morning

and when he kissed your forehead, slow and warm, something in him cracked

he didn’t say anything. he just shut his eyes and pressed his face into your neck

because that’s when he realized it

it wasn’t just the touch, it wasn’t just being starved for softness, it wasn’t the loneliness

it was you, because he could never have you the way he wanted

not here, not like this. but damn it, he wanted to.

and no matter how hard he tried to shove that feeling down, it always came back. every time you said his name. every time you smiled at him

tonight was one of those nights.

you didn’t even ask anymore. you just knew by the sound of his footsteps in the hall, the quiet knock, the way he said your name, soft and low

and you always let him in

now you were lying on your side, the room dim except for the soft glow of the barracks lighting. your skin warm against the sheets, dressed in just your bra and panties, comfortable, like this wasn’t the hundredth time he’d come to you like this

Erik climbed into the bed behind you without a word. His shirt off and tossed somewhere near the door. his pants and boxers were on the floor now too, his body warm as he settled in behind you

you could feel him already, hard. his cock resting between the curve of your ass. but he didn’t move fast, didn’t rut against you like the others might’ve. that was never Erik.

the bed dipped slightly as he shifted closer. then you felt it, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you back into him until there was no space left

his bare chest pressed to your back, his face buried in the crook of your neck

and that ache between your legs already starting to grow from the slow, careful way he touched you.

“You okay?” you asked, soft, breathless already just from the way he held you

he didn’t answer with words. he just hummed, low in his throat, like almost. like he would be, if you let him stay here like this a little longer

his fingers trailed down your stomach, slow and gentle, like he had all the time in the world. his cock nudged a little firmer against your ass, but he didn’t push, just breathed in deep

“You always smell so fuckin’ good” he murmured, lips brushing against your shoulder, voice quiet like he wasn’t even talking to you just saying whatever came to mind

you turned your head slightly, your nose brushing against his jaw “you gonna be sweet to me tonight?”

that made him smile against your skin. not a smirk, not a cocky grin, just something smaller. something genuine

“I always am with you” he whispered, and he meant it, every word

his hand slipped lower now, fingertips teasing the hem of your panties. still not rushing, just touching you like it mattered

his hand was warm, rough in the way only a soldier’s could be, as it slid slow up and down your thigh. his palm dragged over the soft skin, then hooked behind your knee where your leg bent. he lifted it just enough to open you for him, to get a look at what he already felt, how wet you were, how ready you were for him without a single word or touch between your legs

Erik’s breath was warm against your neck, his voice soft as he spoke

“Not gonna fuck you tonight” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear “Just wanna feel you.”

your head turned slightly, cheek brushing his stubble as you looked back at him with that soft, smile, the one that always knocked the air out of his chest. you gave a little nod, voice gentle as you said “Okay.”

that one word did something to him. made something behind his ribs twist and ache

he smiled back, small, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder

then your hand slipped down, sliding between your thighs, moving your panties to the side for him. Erik’s breath caught hard in his chest at the sight of your wet pussy, glistening, already ready for him

he swallowed, throat tight

he always got nervous with you. always. not because he didn’t know what to do but because he cared too fucking much. he wanted to do it right, he wanted you to feel everything he didn’t know how to say

still holding your leg up with one arm, he used the other to guide his cock down, the flushed tip nudging against your slick folds. you gasped a little when it brushed your clit, your hips twitching just enough to make his breath hitch too

“Shit” you whispered, already trembling for him

“sorry” Erik muttered, brows furrowed as he lined himself up, like he hadn’t meant to tease. like he hated making you wait, even for a second

and then he pushed in. slow, careful, deep

you shut your eyes tight, your back pressing harder into his chest, your breath hitching in little stutters as your body adjusted to the thick stretch of him. every inch was slow, his hand steady on your thigh as he held you open for him

behind you, Erik groaned, his jaw clenched so tight, his eyes squeezed shut. his brow was furrowed deep in concentration, in how fucking good you felt around him, hot and tight and perfect.

his hips paused once he was buried fully inside you, breathing hard against your shoulder, his hand still gripping your thigh

“Fuck” he whispered, forehead resting against the back of your neck

Erik let your leg go once he was buried deep inside you, your warmth pulling him. your body relaxed around him, your slick walls hugging his cock so snug and soft it made his head spin

he didn’t move. didn’t need to, he wasn’t here for that

his arm slid gently around your waist, pulling you back tighter against his chest. his other arm tucked beneath your head so you could lay on it, your cheek pressing into the crook of his elbow

he exhaled long and low, nose buried in your hair as he settled in. you adjusted slightly, just trying to get more comfortable, only for your shift to make your pussy clench around him

he grunted quietly against the back of your neck

“Sorry” you whispered, your voice so small

“Don’t be” he said softly, caressing the curve of your hip, his thumb dragging slow, lazy lines over your skin “Feels good.”

it wasn’t about getting off. it was about being in you, being with you. that deep kind of closeness no one ever offered him, not like this.

he should’ve felt full just being inside you like this. but the ache in his chest never left, not when it was you.

because those feelings. the ones he kept buried, quiet, tightly packed away always found a way to rise to the surface when he was with you. when you were wrapped up in his arms like you trusted him, like you didn’t know you were everything he’d tried not to want

and then… there was Ray.

his jaw clenched before he could stop it. he didn’t even mean to think about it now, not with your pussy wrapped around him, your breath sweet, your fingers curled lightly around the hand on your waist

but he’d seen the way you looked at Ray.

he’d seen how Ray looked at you, how he hovered close, how you let him.

that shit twisted something sharp in Erik’s chest. not jealousy, not the dumb kind. no, this was something deeper. like realization, maybe acceptance.

you were never his. he wasn’t dumb enough to think this was something permanent

but god, he wanted it to be

his thumb kept tracing slow lines on your hip as his chest rose and fell behind you. he didn’t speak. didn’t want to say anything that might ruin this moment you were giving him

because like this, with his cock deep inside you, your body holding him like it wanted him, he could pretend.

pretend that you were his, that this wasn’t temporary

that maybe, if he stayed quiet enough, you’d stay like this forever

but even then, with you warm and wrapped around him… you still felt just out of reach.

Erik’s mind wouldn’t shut off

he laid there, buried inside you, still as he could be, your body cradling his like you were made for him and still, his thoughts wandered back to Ray. to you and Ray.

it was obvious, too obvious not to notice

the quiet glances, the small touches, the way Ray’s voice softened just a little when he spoke to you, and how you looked at him like he gave you something Erik never could. security, maybe even a future.

Erik wasn’t stupid. whatever was between you and Ray didn’t need to be said out loud. it was there. and the fact that it wasn’t labeled only made it worse because it meant it was real

he couldn’t even bring himself to hate it. couldn’t feel bitter about it, not really

instead, that ache in his chest just deepened, low and unbearable. he didn’t know what to do with it. it twisted into something he couldn’t name.

maybe it was love, maybe it was regret

maybe it was just the cruel realization that he would never be more than what you let him be in your room at night

and without realizing it his hips began to move. slow at first, almost subconscious

the instinct to be closer, to feel something, anything, that wasn’t that his feelings inside him

his cock dragged out only an inch, then back in, the wet sound of your pussy welcoming him. he was still spooned behind you, your leg draped over his as he rocked into you gently

the soft, breathy sounds you made broke through the thoughts in his head

the tiniest moan that made his chest tighten

Erik blinked, eyes focusing like he’d just woken up

“Fuck” he breathed “I didn’t mean to-”

you whined again, your hips tilting back into him, voice barely above a whisper “don’t stop…”

that did something to him

his hand flexed around your waist, holding you tighter. he dipped his head into the curve of your neck, mouth open against your skin as he continued those slow, deep thrusts

he didn’t want to use you, he wasn’t here to fuck away feelings. but you were so warm, so soft, your body letting him in like it knew him, like it wanted him even if you couldn’t say it

and Erik… he just needed to be needed. even if it wasn’t real, even if it was only for tonight

“I’m sorry” he murmured again, quieter this time, like an apology meant more for himself than for you

but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t

because every thrust, every soft cry from your lips, every time your body clenched around him, he let himself pretend that maybe, just for now, you were his.

each slow, deep thrust pushed more than just his cock into you, it was everything he didn’t know how to say. everything he’d been holding in since the first time you let him into your room, into your bed

his hips moved slow, the drag of his cock inside you was warm. your walls snug around him, clenching around his cock with every movement, slick and tight and so fucking good it made his breath catch in his throat

you were quiet too, your moans soft and sweet, the kind that made his stomach twist. he didn’t want to make you finish fast. he wasn’t chasing an orgasm. he was chasing you, chasing the feeling that came when he was buried inside and holding you close

“God…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, forehead pressing against the back of your shoulder

your hand found his again at your waist, fingers curling with his, and the way you did it so naturally it nearly undid him

like you didn’t even realize how much that meant, like you didn’t know how deep he was already in this.

and he fucked you slow, deep, careful, but there was something else in it too.

something he could never say, never admit, it was love. he wouldn’t call it that, he didn’t let himself call it that

but it was in the way he kissed your bare shoulder again. in the way his thumb brushed back and forth over the back of your hand, in the way his breaths matched yours

he should’ve stopped, should’ve pulled back before he lost himself completely

but when you turned your head a little, enough to meet his eyes over your shoulder, your voice all sweet

“you feel so good, Erik…”

he was gone. his eyes closed shut like that broke something in him. his hand at your waist gripped tighter, his thrusts slowing even more, deeper now, hips pressing flush with yours as he bottomed out again and again, grinding soft with every stroke

“Don’t wanna let go” he murmured without thinking, voice low, raw in a way that felt too real

he didn’t mean to say it, but he didn’t take it back either

because this. being inside you like this, hearing your little whimpers, feeling your body press back into his like you needed him just as badly, this was the closest he ever got to having you.

and even if it wasn’t forever, even if you were never his to keep…

he was going to love you tonight the only way he could. buried deep, breathless, quiet.

and with all the feelings he’d never say out loud.

rlly needa write a whole barracks!bunny x Ray lore fic so yall can understand!! 😩😩

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ Elliott x f!reader ⋮ suggestive ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝?

handyman!Elliott, domestic fluff, dry humping

you stood in the bathroom with your arms crossed, staring down at the slow growing puddle at your feet

“Busted ass sink” you huffed under your breath

the leak had started a few days ago at least, you thought it had. could’ve been a week, maybe more. you’d tried to tighten something underneath it, maybe twist a pipe back into place but all you’d managed was making it worse. now, a steady drip from under the cabinet fell right into the bowl you’d set down to catch the mess

you groaned, stepping back from the puddle, and grabbed a towel to mop up the water. “this is getting ridiculous” you muttered, tossing the towel down.

thankfully, you’d already called someone

Elliott.

the knock came a minute later, sharp and familiar, and for some reason, you didn’t even have to check, you knew it was him.

when you opened the door, there he was. tool belt slung low around his waist,. his white shirt clung a little too perfectly to his chest, snug across his shoulders and upper arms, the fabric slightly see through in places from sweat, you weren’t sure, and honestly, you didn’t care. a rag draped over his shoulder. his boots were scuffed, and his faded blue wranglers sat low on his hips

you were still barefoot, arms folded under your chest as you leaned on the doorframe. he looked at your face first, a quick scan, probably taking in the tired frustration on your face, then his gaze dropped down, and you caught it, just the barest twitch of a smirk when he saw what you were wearing.

those damn cotton shorts. soft, high cut, worn just enough to be comfortable and just enough to catch his eye. you weren’t oblivious. you’d worn them on purpose, just like you had the last few times he came by. and he’d noticed every time

his eyes lingered for a half second longer than polite, then moved to the slight trail of water down the hallway floor

“you really did a number on it this time, huh?” he asked, stepping inside without hesitation

“I tried to fix it, and now it’s leaking more.” you mumbled, stepping aside to let him in

Elliott chuckled softly as he walked toward the bathroom “You know I don’t mind coming”

you trailed after him, arms crossed again. “I’ve been calling you a lot lately.”

he paused at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder “Yeah” he said simply. “I noticed.”

you quickly looked away “well. stuff keeps breaking.”

Elliott crouched by the sink and opened the cabinet door, already pulling out tools. his shirt lifted just a little, revealing the cut of his back and a peek of skin above his jeans. his tool belt creaked slightly as he shifted, pulling out a wrench and flashlight. “like your porch light last week. the oven handle. the door hinge. the, what was it? the mysterious buzzing sound in your laundry room that turned out to be a something caught in the vent?”

you rolled your eyes with a soft laugh “maybe not all of it was urgent.”

he didn’t say anything for a moment, just tightened a valve, his forearm flexing slightly with the effort. you leaned against the doorway, pretending not to stare. but the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the veins in his hands as he worked, the quiet little exhale when he got something to finally budge

you walked right over to bathtub sitting down on the edge of it, legs crossed, your shorts riding higher as you leaned forward a little to watch him work “pretty sure you’d come even if I didn’t call for a busted sink.”

Elliott slowly pulled back from the cabinet, turning his head toward you

“Yeah. I would” he said honestly

“good thing something’s always broken around here.”

he grinned, shaking his head as he stood up, grabbing his rag to wipe his hands. “you say that like you don’t do it on purpose.”

you raised a brow. Elliott stepped toward you, just close enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him. he looked down at you, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to decide something

“I’m saying.. if you are, I don’t mind.”

his voice had dropped a little. his eyes held yours a second too long

you swallowed, trying to keep your growing smile in check

“I’ll have this all fix, shouldn’t be long from now.” he said suddenly

you nodded

the tools clanked under the sink, Elliott exhaled a slow, focused breath from where he lay stretched flat across the bathroom floor. he adjusted, body arching slightly, groaning low from the tight space more than discomfort. you didn’t look away, of course you didn’t

you sat perched on the edge of the bathtub, your thighs warm against the cool porcelain rim, little cotton shorts hugging the curve of your ass, creeping upward as you shifted just a little, innocently. but nothing was ever truly innocent when Elliott was around

he was stretched out on his back, legs spread. his shirt had ridden up, exposing just enough to tease, just enough to draw your attention to the narrow trail of hair that started at his bellybutton and disappeared beneath the waistband of his work pants and boxers. his hips shifted again, a subtle thrust upward as he adjusted the wrench

Elliott caught the way your eyes followed him, he always caught it. from beneath the sink, he turned his head, his gaze landed on your thighs, on the soft seam where the cotton stretched and then up to where the lace of your bra peeked out from your tank top. one strap had slipped down your shoulder, and you made no move to fix it

his smile was crooked, not playful, not quite a smirk, but that damned mustache moved with the curve of his lip

“You’re doing it again” he said, voice rough and half muffled under the sink

“Doing what?” you tilted your head, fingers curling around the edge of the tub

“watching me like you’re going to climb on top of me the second I stop tightening this pipe.”

your laugh was breathy, but you didn’t deny it

he pulled out from under the cabinet with a slow drag, chest rising as he propped himself up on his elbows. his eyes looked you up from the knees up, lingering at the edge of your thighs before they met your eyes

“You know what you’re doing.” he said

“So do you” you murmured, leaning forward just enough to make your breasts shift under the thin cotton, the lace now fully visible. you held his gaze, didn’t flinch when his eyes dropped again

the wrench clanked as he let it fall beside him “Sink’s fixed.”

you glanced down toward it “You sure? It might start leaking again tomorrow.”

“Yeah? you going to call me back in?”

you nodded slowly “Maybe. If you’re not too busy.”

Elliott rolled his shoulders, then pushed himself to sit, arms flexing as he rose to his knees between your legs. his hand found your knee, warm, rough and callused

“I’ll always make time.” he squeezed gently

Elliott’s hand was still on your knee. you gave him that look, the kind that always said you knew exactly what he was thinking, and you were daring him not to act on it

“You really fixed it?” you asked, voice sweet as you leaned forward, hands on the floor, arching just enough that it pulled your top tight across your chest. you shifted from the edge of the tub down beside him, settling on your knees like you were just another curious little homeowner checking on plumbing. but you arched your back just right, your hips lifting, that cute ass of yours all up in front of him

“Yeah” he said simply. his palm slid off your knee, but not before giving it the faintest squeeze. his eyes didn’t leave you as you leaned in, shorts riding higher. he saw the edge of your panties peek from beneath them thin, white, barely covering anything. he knew those. you’d worn them when you “accidentally” dropped your phone under the kitchen table, ass high in the air as you reached for it right in front of him.

he hadn’t forgotten, not even close

this time, you didn’t have to drop anything. you just got on your knees and gave it to him

Elliott’s breath hissed through his teeth, his jaw clenched as his cock stiffened painfully against his jeans. you shifted again, ass pushing back that last inch like you were begging for something. he couldn’t help it, he fucking looked. looked at the way your little shorts framed your ass, the fabric stretched so tight it cut between the cheeks, those panties just barely visible. a quiet, rough groan came from his chest

“Damn shame” he muttered, tongue clicking against his teeth as he shook his head “You really oughta be careful bending over like that around me.”

Elliott rose to his knees slowly, slipping off his tool belt, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing your thighs as he stepped in closer. you were still bent over, hands on the floor, head craned to look into the cabinet like a good little girl but you weren’t fooling anyone. his hips pressed forward until his bulge rested right up against your ass, hard even through the denim, rubbing slowly against you

you gasped, your back arching deeper as the shape of his cock pressed right between your cheeks, rubbing into you perfectly

“Elliott-” you breathed

he leaned forward, chest pressing to your back, one arm braced on the floor beside your shoulder, his other hand landing firm on your hip “you really think I didn’t notice how you keep calling me over for every damn squeak and drip in this place?”

you whimpered softly as he rutted forward again, dragging right along the swell of your ass. his cock throbbed through the fabric. he let it, wanted you to feel every inch

“You wearing these little fucking shorts every time, flashing that sweet little ass when you know I’m staring”

your hips bucked back instinctively, searching for more of him. he grabbed your waist tight in one hand, holding you in place as he rutted forward again, this time grinding in a slow circle, his breath warm at your ear

“This is every time, every time I walk in this house.” he grunted, cock rubbing hard against your panties

your voice caught in your throat, eyes closing shut. he was panting against your ear now, lips brushing your skin as he spoke

“You think I don’t see those panties, every time you bend over just for me? think I haven’t imagined pulling them aside and fucking you right here?”

your moan came out high and shaking “Elliott…”

“You got no idea how bad I want it” he murmured

Elliott’s hips rolled forward again, slow and steady, grinding the thick line of his cock against your ass until you felt the throb of him through both layers of fabric. you whimpered, rocking back against him, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything. each slow drag made your clit throb, your panties soaked, your thighs trembling from the pleasure building

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath, grinding harder, his grip tightening on your hips. “you feel that? that’s what you do to me.”

you nodded frantically, biting your lip. you needed him, needed his cock inside you, fucking you open right here on the bathroom floor but he wasn’t going to give you that. not right now.

he buried a groan against your shoulder as he humped forward again, the wet spot on your panties growing, the pressure just right. he wanted you just as bad, you could feel it in the way his cock felt against you, the way his breath came ragged, harsh through his nose. you felt every twitch of muscle as he forced himself to hold back

and then he stopped

just like that. he froze, hips against your ass, before the weight of his body was suddenly gone as he pulled back completely

“wait-” the word tumbled out of you in a soft, pleading whimper before you could catch it, your body jerking back after him, but he’d already let go and moved

you dropped slightly, arms trembling from the loss of heat, the contact. your shorts clung to your ass

Elliott stood behind you, silent for a second. then his voice rough and quiet “Shit.”

you blinked, still panting, and turned to look over your shoulder

he wasn’t even staring at your ass anymore.

his eyes were on your clothes. specifically your shorts and the hem of your tank top

there, smudged across the fabric in dark streaks, were faint stains of grease, dust, dirt from the pipe or his hands, blotched across the curve of your hip and the bottom edge of your shirt where he’d grabbed you. you followed his gaze down and saw them too

“Oh” you breathed. your hair was falling into your face, your tank top slipping, your panties damp and visible, and you looked like you’d just been… well, like exactly what had just happened

he rubbed a hand over his mouth, sheepish, but flushed too. breathing hard. his eyes moved over you again, down your legs, back to your ass, the wrinkled tank top clinging to your chest. he looked like he was trying very hard not to just fall to his knees and finish what he started

“Sorry” he muttered voice lower now. his thumb reached out, brushing the edge of the stain he’d left on your shorts

you watched him do it, then looked down at the mark

and giggled

you couldn’t help it. it bubbled up, half laugh, half shocked of what the hell had just happened. you had just gotten dry humped by your handyman

Elliott looked up at the sound, mouth twitching up amused, but he shook his head and stepped back. his tool belt clanked as he bent to pick it up, strapping it back on around his waist with one hand while the other smoothed himself down

you were still kneeling, eyes drifting down as he buckled his belt. your gaze dropped to the front of his jeans again

the bulge was still there. bigger, firmer than before, his zipper looked ready to split. you bit your lip, still staring, unable to stop your body from leaning forward again, ready to offer something, anything to make him stay just a little longer, to take the edge off for him

but Elliott noticed, he caught your eyes as you stared.

a slow grin curled across his mouth, mustache twitching again

“don’t even think about it” he said, voice playful but hoarse “not right now.”

you pouted

he bent to grab his wrench from the floor, tucking it into the belt. then he turned to the doorway, looking over his shoulder one last time.

“call me, and I’ll come.” he said with a full toothy shit eating grin.

handyman!Elliott i got something else that’s leaking that u can fix!

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ Tommy x f!reader ⋮ suggestive/fluff ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐬… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

choking, biting, shoutout to kit’s biceps!

you loved his arms. not just liked, you loved them.

you both stood under the bedroom doorway, the soft glow from the hallway light hitting his bare shoulders just right. he was fresh out of the shower, damp hair, towel low on his hips, and the white tee he’d just thrown on clung to his chest.

“Tommy show me” you whined again, lips in a pout, fingers curling around his upper arm

“I don’t have anything baby” he chuckled, looking down at you with that crooked grin

“Yes you do” you said firmly, squeezing his bicep through the thin cotton of his shirt “cmon just flex, for me.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, tilting his head, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile

“I know you love it when I touch your arms.” you said softly

he didn’t say anything for a second, but the look in his eyes gave him away

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he teased, lifting his arm like he was just stretching

but the moment his bicep popped under the fabric, your hands immediately reached for him, stroking over the muscle, thumbs pressing in gently. admiring him

Tommy looked down at you, amused. “you seriously like these that much?”

you looked up at him from where your cheek had naturally found his bicep again “I love them.”

that shut him up. his throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hand settling gently on your waist, the other brushing your hair back

“I knew you liked ’em” he muttered, coy now, even though his chest puffed out a bit. “every time I opened a jar or carried you around, you got that look in your eyes.”

“what look?” you asked innocently, kissing his bicep now

he looked down at you, you knew what he was talking about and he wasn’t about to explain it. he grinned wide instead, arms wrapping around you, his biceps flexing again naturally as he pulled you close

“Maybe I’ll carry you to bed right now” he said softly, tilting his head down, lips brushing your hair “If that’s what you want.”

you peeked up at him, “Please Tommy” you begged again, voice sweet and a little breathy ignoring what he just said as you looked up at him with those eyes, that look he was talking about, your hands were already on his arm again, fingers wrapping around the muscle like it was your favorite thing in the world

he tilted his head, doing his best to keep a straight face. “I’m telling you” he said “I don’t have anything.”

“Yes you do” you insisted “Just like this” you lifted your own arm, elbow bent tight, pretending to flex

Tommy chuckled under his breath, trying to hold it in as he watched you. “Like that?” he repeated, raising his arm the same way but doing the bare minimum, no effort, no tension. just an arm bent at the elbow

“Tommy” you huffed, hands flying to his arm again. “You’re lying. I know you have something.” you squeezed the meat of his bicep through his shirt, your brows knitting. “I’ve seen it before”

he gave a casual shrug, the muscles in his shoulder rolling slightly under your touch, like he was trying to play it off

“You must’ve saw wrong” he muttered, his voice low and teasing

you groaned and leaned your forehead against his arm. “You are so annoying.”

he laughed now, unable to help it, and you felt the warmth of it in his chest as he shifted closer. his voice dropped a little “You really like ’em that much?”

you didn’t even hesitate. “I do”

he sucked in a soft breath, a grin pulling at his lips. he looked away for a second like he was fighting a smirk, but you saw the way his jaw flexed a little, like he was trying to stay humble

Tommy never liked showing off. not at the gym, not with his friends, not even when you used to joke about it. but you? you were the one person he liked being strong for, being big for.

you looked back up at him, your finger gently dragging along the curve of his bicep under the thin cotton. “You don’t even have to try” you murmured

that did something to him.

“Come here” Tommy murmured softly. fingers slipping around your waist, firm but tender, pulling you in closer until your hips brushed his. his other hand came up slow, knuckles grazing your jaw before his palm flattened against your neck. the pad of his thumb drew soft circles just under your ear, and then his grip firmed.

you barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on yours. his bicep bulged against the side of your arm as he flexed for you, purposely, unashamed, and the pressure of his fingers on your throat tightened, not choking, just making you feel it

“Mmmph” you gasped softly into his mouth, his bicep twitching beneath your fingertips as your hand rose without thinking, fingers tracing the slope of muscle. your palm spread wider, testing it. you could feel every inch of his flex, thick and hard under your touch, and the way he kissed you, your lips parted with a low whimper, his hand never leaving your throat, not even as his mouth pulled back

“Feel it” he said again, breathless this time, watching your eyes as they took him in

your thumb swept slow over the curve of his arm. “Fuck…” you whispered, not even trying to hide the way your hips rolled a little against his just from the contact. your other hand clung to his shirt. his lips were parted, pupils blown, but he wasn’t saying anything, just watching you

“Do that again Tommy” you said, and it came out faster than you meant it to, eager, breathless, a little too honest. “Please.”

he blinked like you’d slapped him “you… liked that?”

you nodded, lips twitching into a smile you tried to hold back. but it didn’t matter he saw it, and that hand on your neck eased just a little, the pressure lightening, but he didn’t let go

“Okay” he said, quieter now, still a little stunned “Okay.”

but then his fingers tightened again, like he was learning what you liked by feel alone. his bicep tensed again under your hand, and this time you didn’t ask permission, you gripped it, the meat of his arm thick under your fingers. that moan slipped out before you could bite it back “Tommy…”

his whole body responded. he leaned in close, forehead brushing yours, chest rising against yours as if he was trying to hold himself back “shit baby, you’re really into this, huh?”

you nodded, breath hot against his jaw

“Turn around, baby” he said quietly. you obeyed without hesitation, back brushing up against his chest, warm and firm behind you. the rough drag of his towel barely separated your ass from the thick bulge of his cock growing underneath. you gave an experimental grind, slow, teasing, just enough to make him groan under his breath and curl his fingers tight around your waist

“That’s it” he murmured, pulling you in harder, pressing you back into him. his grip held you firmly. but it was his other arm that moved next, snaking around from behind, slowly until it locked across your neck, forearm rising, your chin rested neatly into the crook of his elbow. the hold was tender almost, but then he flexed

not all at once. it started soft, his forearm tightening gradually, his bicep swelling against your cheek, your jaw, your throat. that arm, drawing you back into him, holding you there like his own personal prize. and you moaned soft and breathy, because the weight, the pressure wrapping around your neck did something to you.

“Unnnh Tommy” breath barely made it out, muffled as your lips brushed the crook of his arm. his scent hit you, warm skin and soap from the shower. that muscle flexed again, harder this time, and your body reacted to it, hips rocking back, searching for friction, craving that bulge pressed up against you

your mouth opened before you realized it, tongue darting out to lick a slow, stripe over the thick swell of his bicep. his skin twitched under your mouth, and when you nipped soft, teasing, teeth grazing the flesh just enough to leave a sting, you felt him jerk slightly behind you

“Ah fuck” his voice broke into a groan, deep and ragged “you just bit me, baby?”

you hummed in response, lips still pressed to his arm, the sound muffled completely by him as his bicep swelled again, this time like a reward. you couldn’t help it, you bit down again, just a little firmer, and this time he grunted

“My sweet girl likes getting choked, huh?” he breathed against your ear, breath warm down your neck. his words were possessive, loving, and proud.

you nodded, desperate and breathless, another “mhmm” barely escaping as your lips dragged over the rise of his bicep. he was flexing it just for you now, holding it there and all you could do was keep mouthing at it, licking, panting, whimpering, your cheek glued to that thick ridge of muscle as the pressure stayed right on the edge of overwhelming

his hips rolled forward slow, and now the shape of his cock dragged perfectly up your ass, just barely separated by the towel. you gasped again, body jerking in his hold, but there was nowhere to go, his arm stayed locked tight, his bicep pressed over your mouth and neck

“You like that, huh? like how strong I am. like when I hold you like this…” his voice right behind your ear, and his hand on your waist moved up, inch by inch, until it was spread across your ribs, pulling you tighter still

you were shaking now, turned on and needy, mouth still dragging over his flexed bicep, your breath catching every time he squeezed a little tighter. the more you reacted, the harder he flexed, wrapping perfectly around your throat like it belonged there

“I got you” he whispered, lips brushing your hair. “Don’t worry, you can finish just like this, huh?”

and you could, you were already halfway there.

he held you like that, firm behind you, his grip not loosening for a second. his forearm locked snug around your throat, bicep flexed against your cheek, pulsing under your lips every time he squeezed just a little more. his chest pressed into your back with every inhale, while the thick bulge under the towel twitched against your ass. and you kept grinding, slow and filthy, back arching to rub up against him

his voice never stopped

“Yeah, that’s it baby… grind on me, just like that…” he murmured, his free hand sliding down your ribs again, settling right above your hip to hold you steady as you rocked against him. “Fuck.”

you whimpered something muffled, lips still parted against the swell of his bicep, your breath warm and ragged

“You like being held like this? Hm?” he murmured, tightening his chokehold just enough “Like being locked in my arms, like you belong there?”

you moaned, long and soft, and your hands reached up, one gripping his forearm, the other pawing blindly at his thigh behind you for balance. his cock twitched against your ass, and you arched harder into him

“you’re so worked up” he whispered, laughing a little now “Look at you squirming just from my arm around your neck.”

your lips brushed against his bicep again and you let your tongue dart out for another slow lick, earning a sharp groan from his chest. you mouthed the swell of it, breathing in deep

“I knew you loved my biceps” he said, and you felt him grin against your temple “but not this much.”

“Mmmhmm” you gasped, muffled by the muscle flexing against your mouth again as he adjusted the angle just slightly, his arm drawing tighter, enough to make your breath catch in your throat. the pressure as perfect, not painful, just dizzying

“You’re so wet for this, aren’t you?” he breathed. “you like being choked by my arms. like being held tight, like knowing I’m strong enough to keep you right here, pressed up against me”

you nodded frantically, unable to form a word, hips rolling harder, chasing more of that pressure against your ass. his fingers dug into your side, holding you while his arm around your neck never let up, bicep still flexed hard against your jaw

“and these arms? they’re yours. you want me to flex while I fuck you?” he grunted, breath catching in his throat

you let out a strangled moan, your body already trembling from the pleasure, the grinding, the filthy words pouring into your ear

“I’ll do it, baby” he whispered, shifting his weight just enough to rock his hips into you harder, cock pressing into you through the towel. “I’ll choke you with these arms and flex the whole time. you want that?”

your breath hitched, one word barely escaping your lips “Yes”

“Say it” he demanded, “say you love them.”

“I love them” you gasped out, voice half strangled and shaking “I love your biceps Tommy, I love the way you hold me, I fuck- I get off to this, I need this.”

his cock jerked hard against your ass, and you felt his body tighten, the arm choking you clenching just a little harder before easing off again

“you’re so good” he breathed, lips against your hair now “just my girl’s toy, hm?”

you whimpered again, too turned on to speak, your body shaking against his as the pressure built up. his bicep against your neck, his cock against your ass, and his voice in your ear, giving you everything you needed without asking.

little bit of self indulgence bc i bite my mans biceps 😩😒

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ smut w plot ⋮ Ray & Tommy ⋮ x f!reader ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

3some, creampie, spitting, fingering, oral, jealous Ray

Ray’s hand was already on your thigh, thumb stroking in little circles as if coaxing you into a yes you’d already given him countless times. that small cocky smile tugged at his mouth, the one he only let show when it was just you and him and he was already unbuckling his belt. the mattress dipped under your hips as he pressed in close, his lips meeting yours, slowly like he wanted to sink into it the same way he sank into you every time

you barely heard the creak of the door, but Ray did. his lips parted from yours with a wet pop, as he turned frowning

Tommy stood there, one hand still on the knob, like he knew damn well what he was interrupting and maybe liked it. “Hey” he said casually, like he hadn’t just walked in on Ray halfway to having you spread

Ray’s jaw twitched “Jesus Tommy, fucking knock” he muttered, though he hadn’t moved away from you. his hand still on your thigh, fingers squeezing just a little tighter

“I did knock” Tommy said, stepping in like he belonged there too. his eyes went to you, already a little glassy eyed, cheeks flushed, lips kiss bruised “Door was half open.”

“That don’t mean ‘come the fuck in.’” Ray’s voice was sharp, but not mad. just… a bit on edge. he looked back at you, then at Tommy, then back again. he wanted to tell Tommy to get out, that this was his time, that you were his fucking girl, not anyone’s entertainment tonight. but the words caught in his throat, because he knew what you were. you were the sweet little barracks bunny, always so giving, so good, always wet and willing when any of them needed to blow off steam, and Ray. Ray had just been lucky enough to get to you first tonight

still, he’d been the first to kiss you, the first to slide inside, feel you clench around him with that little gasping moan he loved. and now Tommy was just going to walk in like he could have the same thing? no warning, no asking?

Ray didn’t move, but his grip on your thigh tightened again. he leaned down, brushed your cheek with his knuckles “you okay with this?” he asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer before glancing at Tommy “She’s already mine tonight. you want in, you wait. or you get over here and ask real nice.”

Tommy blinked surprised, Ray never shared. but then again, you weren’t just anyone. you were their girl, the one who always took what they gave with a smile and a moan

“Fuck man. you can’t wait?” Ray snapped, he stepped back, off the bed, he stood there half-hard and annoyed

but Tommy didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch

He stepped right up beside Ray at the edge of the bed, tall and sure. he raised his hand, fingertips dragging lightly across your cheek until he tapped gently twice. just enough to get your eyes on him

“cmon bunny” he said “Tell Ray how sharing wouldn’t hurt.”

Ray’s eyebrows drew together, his mouth twitching in disbelief, like he wanted to deck Tommy right there, but couldn’t. because he’d heard you before, moaning through a mouthful of cock while Erik pumped into your pussy and Elliott claimed your ass. Ray had heard it all, seen it, jacked off after it. that time you’d taken all three… Erik, Sam, Elliott, and come so hard you’d cried a little

he knew what you were capable of. he’d fucked you open himself, watched your little body take what no one else could, and loved it. he just didn’t want to see someone else in it. not now, not Tommy

but Tommy knew you too. knew how your thighs twitched when you were trying not to beg, how you bit your lip like that when your mind was caught between want and guilt. and he could see it now, see you chew the inside of your cheek, hesitating, glancing from one man to the other like the choice could possibly be hard

except it was. because you wanted Ray. wanted the warmth of his hands, the way he kissed like it meant something, like it hurt to let you go. but Tommy, he was impossible to deny. he knew how to touch you like you were his from the start, like the moment he stepped in the room you’d already agreed

you looked at both of them. Ray stiff holding himself back, fists slightly clenched, and Tommy calm, sleeves rolled up, watching you. and you bit your lip again, this time softer

then your hand reached out and found Ray’s, warm and calloused and trembling just slightly under your fingers. you rubbed slow, soothing circles into his palm, not meeting his eyes like it was an apology

Ray’s jaw tightened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed the swell of emotions in his chest. he didn’t want to do this, not with Tommy. but he saw that look in your eyes, that soft little tilt of your head, that pleading look that didn’t need words. and fuck, how could he say no to you when you were like that?

Tommy saw it too. saw the moment your mouth softened, your lips parting just barely like your body already made the decision. he stepped closer, his fingers brushing over your collarbone now “you want me to join?” he asked again, voice lower now. his hands undid the cuffs of his shirt, one button at a time, as if he already knew the answer

Ray didn’t move, not at first. but his thumb rubbed back against your hand now, a slow little stroke that said he wasn’t going away

you nodded, silent, but your knees shifted again, thighs parting slightly on the bed, your other hand coming up to rest on Tommy’s forearm, guiding him closer

Ray cursed under his breath, but stepped back in, standing on the opposite side of you, his hand still in yours

you led them to the bed. Ray stripped first, yanking off that olive compression shirt with a low grunt, muscles flexing, his dog tags clinking faintly as they dropped against his chest. his pants came next, then his boxers, until he stood hard in front of you, thick and veiny, his cock flushed deep red at the tip, curving slightly up toward his stomach

Tommy followed, more slower, he kicked his boots off with a thud and then undid his belt, pants sliding down his hips. his cock was already hard too, tall, smoother than Ray’s, a little slimmer but longer, the head glistening with precum

you stared, lips parting as you took them in. they weren’t like Erik, Sam, or Elliott. those three had their own shape, their own size. but Ray and Tommy were something else. both hard, both eager

they sat down, one on each side of you, Ray leaned in first, his fingers threading gently through your hair, tugging your head back just enough before he kissed you again, this time rougher, making up for what Tommy had interrupted earlier. his lips crushed yours, teeth dragging along your bottom lip

Tommy’s lips brushed your neck, lightly at first, but you gasped when he licked up the curve, dragging his tongue slow and wet from the crook to your collarbone. “Mmmh” you moaned into Ray’s mouth

Ray groaned into the kiss, hand moving to your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh. his mouth left yours with a wet click, trailing warm open mouthed kisses down the side of your face, over your jaw, until he was kissing the top of your breast, while Tommy mirrored him on the other side, his lips brushing the soft curve of the swell

you arched between them, the fabric of your bra caught between their mouths

and then, with a flick of your fingers behind your back, the clasp gave, the bra slipping down your arms, catching briefly before falling to the bed

they didn’t waste a second

Ray’s mouth latched onto your left nipple, warm and wet, tongue swirling slowly around the stiffening bud, lips tugging just enough to make you whimper. he sucked softly, like the moment narrowed to just your tit in his mouth, his tongue flicking up and over until your hips rolled unconsciously toward his thigh

Tommy cupped your other breast, kneading with a strong hand while his mouth met your nipple, sucking hard and fast, his teeth grazing with just enough pressure to make your thighs clench “fuck, these tits” he muttered between licks “could stay here all night.”

Ray chuckled low against your breast, never lifting his head, just shifting to nibble the edge before sucking you in deeper. his hand stroked down your side, pulling your body closer to his, his thigh slotting between yours

you gasped, your back arched, nipples caught in two mouths. Ray’s tongue warm and slow, Tommy’s lips eager and fast. one hand reached for Ray’s hair, your fingers tangling in the short buzz, holding him against you. the other found Tommy’s thigh, gripping it tight

your panties clung to your pussy, the cotton darkened and sticky between your legs, you could feel it every time your hips shifted, their mouths were still on your chest, your skin glistening with spit, lips swollen from suckling your tits, tongues flicking lazily, like they weren’t in a rush to stop

your hands found their cocks. one in each fist and they both hissed through their teeth when your fingers wrapped around them. Ray’s was heavy and hot in your palm, thick enough that your fingertips didn’t meet. Tommy’s was slimmer but longer, your hand sliding slick over the precum at his tip. you stroked them both slowly, feeling the subtle differences, the way Tommy twitched when your thumb teased just beneath the head, the way Ray pushed into your grip like he needed more

Tommy groaned against your breast, mouth pulling off with a wet pop, lips slick and parted “Fuck, she’s gonna make me cum just like this” he muttered, eyes dropping to watch your hands working them, his tongue darting out to taste your spit on his lip

Ray’s hand slid down, across your belly, fingers dragging over the waistband of your panties until he reached the warmth between your thighs. he groaned low, a real sound, almost in disbelief. his fingertips pressed into the fabric, feeling the way it stuck, the wet squish of your pussy through cotton

“Jesus Christ” he muttered, and smiled into your skin before pulling his mouth off your nipple with a little flick of his tongue. his breath was warm against the trail of saliva cooling on your chest, and you shivered as the air met your wet skin, nipples stiffening into hard little peaks

he leaned up, mouth brushing your ear “You ready?” he whispered. then he added your name at the end. your name. the one none of the other men even asked for. the one you told him once, when you had your first sweet encounter. Ray kept it like a secret, never sharing, never saying it around the others

you looked at him, and nodded slowly

Ray kissed your temple, almost tender, before sitting back

Tommy exhaled sharply “Alright” he groaned, shifting on the bed beside you, his cock slick and flushed from your touch “get on your hands and knees.”

you obeyed

you moved carefully, the mattress dipping under your knees as you turned away from them, your hands on the sheets, your ass lifted. the slick between your legs gleaming in the soft light, your panties riding up into the folds of your pussy, a wet outline they both stared at

Ray moved first, pulling them down slow, savoring the way the soaked fabric peeled from your skin with a sticky sound “Goddamn” he muttered, watching the mess you’d made. your folds were glistening, flushed, parted slightly from how swollen you were with want

Tommy knelt behind you, his hands already on your hips, thumbs brushing the curve of your ass “Look at that pussy” he breathed “all that just from us sucking your tits?”

you whimpered, your face pressed to the sheets, ass arched higher

Ray slid a hand down your back, fingers trailing your spine “You ready for both of us?” he asked, his voice back to that rough gentleness only he had, the kind that said he wanted you fucked out but still looking at him when it was over

you nodded again, this time needier, a soft “Yes” coming out of your mouth

Tommy was already lining up behind you, hands spreading your ass, cock heavy and throbbing as he leaned in, his tip brushing the soaked, swollen entrance of your pussy, your body so ready for it, already clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. but just before he pushed forward, Ray’s hand found his shoulder

“Don’t” Ray said, quiet but sharp

Tommy froze, blinked, then let out a short laugh “Why?” he smirked, glancing over his shoulder “She your girlfriend or something?”

Ray’s jaw flexed, his fingers twitching slightly where they still rested on your lower back. he didn’t answer for a second, then finally muttered “No.”

because you weren’t

not officially. you hadn’t called it that, and neither had he. you fucked, you kissed. you slept together, not just after sex, but through the night, legs tangled under the same sheet like that space belonged to both of you. he knew how you sounded when you finished, how you looked when you were trying to hide the tremble in your lips, how you whispered his name softer when it wasn’t about the orgasm but about him

Ray didn’t like sharing. not your pussy. not while he was here, not when he was hard and aching and full of that kind of possessiveness he never let anyone else see

“It’s not about that” Ray said finally, his voice gruff “She’s mine tonight. you want a hole, you pick a different one.”

Tommy stared at him for a second, then shrugged “Okay man.” no anger, just a slow move around the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved, expression calm and faintly amused

he crouched at the edge of the bed in front of you, his knees spread wide on either side of your arms. you lifted your head, panting, strands of hair clinging to your cheek as Tommy leaned in

his hands came up to cup your face, surprisingly gentle, thumbs stroking over your skin “Pretty fucking thing” he murmured. then he reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it up, not to your mouth, but to your cheek

smack

the thick head slapped against your left cheek. not hard, just firm enough to jolt a surprised squeak from your throat. you gasped, blinking up at him

then the other side. slap

you flinched slightly, eyes shutting waiting for the next one, your cheeks stinging just faintly with the wet imprint of him, Tommy let out a low teasing laugh, and you smiled. just a little. your lips curled at the corner, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep it in check

“Good bunny” Tommy chuckled, brushing his cock along your lips now, smearing a line of precome over the curve of your mouth

behind you, Ray watched the exchange with something beginning to settle in his chest. but he didn’t stop. he slid two fingers down the curve of your ass, spreading you wider, watching your pussy open and glisten. he exhaled hard through his nose, then leaned in and kissed your lower back

because while Tommy played at your mouth, Ray was treating you like something worth taking his time with

he sank to his knees on the bed, hands gripping your hips with that same attention he always showed your body. his thumbs spread your folds, and he took a moment, just a moment to stare at the wet mess of your pussy. his cock twitched, desperate to be inside

Ray loved your pussy. he loved the way it opened for him, stretched for him, held him tight like your body knew him and only him. he buried his face between your cheeks, tongue flat against your folds, licking one long, hot stripe from your entrance to your clit

you gasped around Tommy’s cock as he slid it into your mouth at the same time, just the head, letting you suck and swirl your tongue while Ray ate you from behind

Ray moaned into your pussy, drunk on the taste “Fuck” he rasped, spreading your ass wider, his tongue flicking your clit now, fast, then slow, then fast again

no matter how many other cocks you’d taken, how many cocks you’d moaned around, how many times you’d been stretched and filled. it was always different with Ray. always deeper, always more

he knelt back up, finally guiding the head of his cock to your entrance, dragging it through your slick folds once, twice. then he looked down at you, still on your hands and knees, sucking Tommy’s cock, your cheeks flushed from the slaps, your ass trembling, waiting for Ray.

Ray’s hand slid up your back again, and he leaned over you, mouth close to your ear

“gonna fuck you now” he whispered “you’re gonna finish on my cock before he even touches your throat.”

then he pushed in

Ray slid into your pussy in one smooth thrust, the thick head parting your folds with a slow, stretching burn that had your mouth falling open before Tommy even touched you again. the sting was sweet and sharp, your slick pussy wrapping around him like it knew his shape by memory, because it did. your walls clenched, like they’d been aching for him all day, and Ray grunted deep in his chest, fingers digging hard into your waist

“Goddamn” he groaned, voice husky “still so tight for me”

behind you, the slap of his hips meeting your ass was already there, his cock bottoming out with every thrust, his balls slapping wet against your pussy with sticky, dirty sounds as he fucked into you, slow at first, savoring the way your body trembled around him. one hand slid up to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks wider, letting him thrust deeper and harder

your breath hitched, right before Tommy shoved his cock deeper into your mouth

“Open up bunny” he groaned, voice low and strained, his fingers stroking your cheek for half a second

and you did. you opened wide for him, tongue flat, eyes half lidded, but there was no warning, no slow entry, just the sudden, brutal push of his hips forward as he fed his cock down your throat in one hard thrust

you gagged, your throat squeezing around him as your eyes watered, tears instantly gathering at the corners from the force of it. the tip slammed against the back of your throat, and your whole body jolted, but you didn’t pull away. you couldn’t. Tommy’s hands grabbed your head, one fisted in your hair, the other gripping your jaw tight, holding you steady as his cock filled your mouth to the base

“Fuck yes” he huffed, head falling back, a broken groan leaving his throat “look at that mouth, taking it like a fucking champ.”

you barely had time to breathe, tears falling freely as Tommy pulled back just enough for you to suck in a ragged gasp and then shoved in again, faster, harder

he wasn’t letting you set the pace

Tommy was fucking your throat now, his hips thrusting forward over and over with wet slaps, spit and precum drooling from your lips, pooling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down onto the bed beneath you. your nose brushed the hair at the base of his shaft with every thrust

Ray didn’t stop either. his grip on your waist tightened, his other hand palming your ass as he fucked into your pussy with the kind of rhythm you loved, deep, rough, perfect. his cock grazed that spot that made your thighs shake, your pussy clench, and your back arch

the sound of your wet pussy sucking him in filled the room, sticky and messy, Ray’s balls slapping your folds with each thrust, louder now as he picked up speed. the force of it pushed you into Tommy’s cock even more, your whole body between them, stuffed front and back, no space left for anything

and both of them were talking

Ray’s voice was low and breathless against your back, “that’s it… take it…. this pussy’s mine, fuck… look how good she’s taking us.”

while Tommy’s tone was rough, and cocky, hips grinding into your face as he groaned “bunny, you’re a goddamn dream… take it all. yeah that’s it, choke on it.”

you tried to moan, tried to answer, but all that came out was a desperate, muffled sound around Tommy’s cock, your throat clenched, as drool ran down your chin

you were completely fucked, and you loved every second of it

Tommy’s grip on your head tightened, hips still grinding into your throat, as he looked down at you, sweat forming on his brow, breath ragged “Bunny” he groaned, cupping your cheeks tighter between thrusts “tell Ray how much you love getting fucked by me.”

you tried to shake your head, tried to look at Ray who was still buried balls deep in your pussy behind you, but Tommy didn’t let you move. his cock thrust deeper instead, forcing another gag from you, your eyes watering even more

Tommy didn’t need an answer. not a real one. because this wasn’t about fairness, this was about fucking your throat open while watching Ray lose composure behind you

he chuckled, cruel and sweet all at once. “does he even know you love getting carried with cock inside you?” he sneered, his hand brushing damp hair from your cheek mockingly “Hmm? has he ever carried you like I do, bunny?”

and he wasn’t wrong. you remembered that night when Tommy had lifted you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, your back slammed to the wall while he fucked you so hard your moans had echoed down the hallway. he was the first. the only one who’d ever fucked you in the air, held you tight, pounded into you until you were sobbing and coming down his cock while clinging to him

and now he was shoving himself down your throat again

“Whose cock do you love more?” he bit out “me… or baby Ray’s?”

Ray let out a half-choked noise, part groan and part grunt at the nickname, his rhythm slowing for just a second. his hand tensed hard on your waist as he thrust into your pussy again, harder now

you gagged again, your throat squeezing around Tommy’s cock, unable to speak, unable to answer, but Tommy didn’t care

“That’s right” he groaned, looking down at your wide, watery eyes, mouth stuffed full “you got nothing to say.”

then he spat. warm saliva splattered across your cheek, sliding slowly down toward your jaw, sticking to the trail of tears and spit already dripping down your chin

your pussy clenched at the shock of it, humiliation. your thighs trembled and Ray felt it, felt that around his cock, how your walls squeezed tighter as you moaned helplessly around Tommy

Ray’s hand came down across your ass, the sound loud and sharp, your body jerking from the impact

“you love getting spat on, huh?” Ray rasped his breath catching in his throat

you couldn’t respond, your mouth still full of Tommy’s cock but your body clenched so hard around Ray he nearly lost control

“Shit” he muttered under his breath, grinding deep into your pussy “guess we’ll have to try that next time.”

then, without pulling out, Ray licked two of his fingers, reached between your legs, and slid one finger into your pussy beside his cock

your body shuddered. the stretch was instant, your pussy now full by more than just his cock. you moaned, gargled and desperate around Tommy

Ray grunted, the feeling of his cock pressed against his own finger inside you driving him wild “you’re fucking unbelievable” he groaned “so good.”

then he slid another finger in

you whined around Tommy’s cock, body tensing hard as your pussy gave, taking both fingers and his cock all at once

“Fucking look at her” Ray moaned “She’s swallowing it. goddamn greedy pussy.”

Tommy looked down, watching the way your body trembled, your mouth still full of him, your nose pressed to his skin

“Bunny’s fucking filthy” he muttered “and she loves it.”

Tommy’s cock went into your throat again, your lips stretched wide, spit slicking down your chin in messy strings. your throat flexed and tightened, trying to fit him, trying to breathe around him

your hand slid up his thigh, trembling, and found his balls

you cupped them gently at first, your fingertips brushing the tight skin, then massaged them slowly, rolling them in your palm like you knew exactly what he needed and fuck, you did

Tommy gasped, a moan coming straight from his throat. “Fuuuck” he stuttered, his voice all strangled, hips stopping mid thrust as the pleasure came over him. his head fell back, mouth open, as he hissed through clenched teeth “don’t stop bunny- shit, that’s… fucking perfect.”

Ray behind you, was pounding harder now, losing rhythm. his thrusts got sloppier, rougher, his fingers digging into your waist and ass as he pulled you back into each slam of his hips. his balls slapped wet against your pussy, thick smack after smack, the sound filthy and filling the room

you felt it, all of it

the way Tommy’s cock throbbed on your tongue. the way Ray’s cock fucked deep inside your pussy with every thrust. the way your body trembled

and then it hit. your orgasm washed over you, your pussy clenching down around Ray, your moan a helpless muffled sound around Tommy’s cock. your thighs jerked, trying to close tight, but Ray only shoved them open wider, keeping you spread

you sobbed through it, twitching “yeah, that’s it” Ray breathed, watching your pussy clench “right on my cock, just like that. you feel fucking amazing”

Tommy was close too. your throat clenched, your hand still kneading his balls, and he let out a moan “fuckk goning to fucking cum-”

He slammed in deep, holding your face flush to him, his cock buried to the base down your throat

you nose was crushed against him

Tommy finished first. his cum spilled straight down your throat, thick and salty, flooding your mouth before you even had a chance to react. you gurgled softly around him, gagging slightly as he held you there, eyes closed

then he pulled out with a slick pop, his cock twitching in his hand, and you gasped for air, your mouth going open

you stuck out your tongue, slick and heavy with his cum, eyes watery but proud, your cheeks flushed

Tommy looked down at you and smiled “Goddamn.”

then you swallowed, Tommy groaned “Let me see, bunny.”

you opened your mouth again, tongue clean, glistening with spit but no cum left. not a drop, all of it swallowed whole

“Good” he rasped, cupping your chin for a second “Fucking perfect.”

Ray was next, his grip on your hips hard, his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, he buried himself as deep as he could, groaning through gritted teeth

“Shit, I’m- fucking”

he came with a sharp, ragged groan, hips jerking, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled thick, warm cum into your pussy. his whole body tensed behind you, then fell forward, forehead resting between your shoulders, one arm wrapped tight around your belly, holding you close as he filled you up

you both stayed like that, shaking, breathless, skin slick with sweat, spit and sex

Ray kissed the back of your neck softly, still inside you, his cum already leaking out around his cock

Tommy exhaled with a chuckle, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth

Tommy rose from the bed, his breath still ragged, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth while he reached for his shirt. his boots thudded softly as he shuffled around, tucking himself back into his pants. he glanced at the two of you on the bed, you on your knees, Ray still buried inside you, and offered a smirk over his shoulder

“Not bad sharing, baby Ray.” Tommy muttered, buttoning his fly “let’s do this again.”

Ray didn’t respond. Tommy moved closer and left a quick, small kiss to your lips, barely even there but looking right at Ray as he did.

Ray didn’t even look at him. just stared down at your back, his jaw tight, still breathing through the last of his orgasm. Tommy’s footsteps echoed softly as he left the room, door swinging open with a creak and then shutting behind him with a click

Ray waited until the silence settled

then he pulled out. slow and careful his cock slick and your pussy leaking with both your wetness and his cum. your thighs trembled from the your orgasm, your pussy still clenching weakly as the emptiness settled in

but Ray didn’t let it sit

he leaned down immediately, hands gentle on your thighs, spreading you open just enough before his mouth met your overstimulated pussy

you gasped, hips jerking, but Ray just held you still and moaned softly into you. his tongue licked at the mess, his lips sealing around your entrance to drink every drop of his own cum spilling out. he was careful, soft where Tommy had been rough, cleaning you like this was how he made it right

because Ray always cleaned up after his mess

you reached up and wiped Tommy’s spit off your cheek with the back of your hand

Ray pulled back after one last long lick, then kissed your pussy, just a soft press of his lips, before sitting back beside you on the bed

you shifted, your body feeling heavy and tired, you sat back on your heels with a quiet sigh. Ray was right there, his hand finding yours, and you leaned in without needing to think about it

your lips met his in a kiss that was tender and sweet, none of that desperation from earlier. just you and him

“next time” you whispered, your voice honest and quiet against his lips “just you and me.”

you kissed his cheek like you always did when it just you two.

and Ray turned his face into your kiss, eyes shut, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a soft hum. he didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to.

Ray and barracks bunny situationship sneak 🤫

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𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ౨ৎ 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲, smut

၊၊||၊ 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 ၊၊||၊

the car creaked faintly as Tommy shifted back into the cramped rear seat, shoulders brushing the ceiling, long legs twisted awkwardly to make room for you between them. the night outside was pitch black, the street empty, only lined with houses and lamp posts. his car windows tinted to hell and back, no one could see in, not even if they walked up and pressed their face to the glass. and Tommy knew it. he smirked as you crawled in after him, your knee brushing his thigh, your breath already a little heavier

he pulled you close, palm against the small of your back, his other hand already pushing up under your shirt like he couldn’t wait another second. you straddled him, knees planted on either side of his hips, his belt buckle cool against your inner thighs. the seat wasn’t built for this, and he definitely wasn’t either Tommy was all limbs and broad shoulders, but he made it work, gritting his teeth as his head tilted back against the window with a quiet thunk

“you always bring condoms” you murmured, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slowly, tracing your nails over the tight muscle of his stomach

“Yeah” he said, his voice a low rasp “didn’t think we’d need one tonight.”

you kissed him slow at first, then deeper, his tongue curling against yours. you were already grinding down onto the hard bulge straining in his jeans, feeling how warm he was through the fabric, how badly he wanted this. his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing, thumbs pressing in

“need you Tommy” you said against his mouth

“no condom?” he asked, already knowing the answer, but his voice trembled like he had to hear you say it

“no condom.” you breathed. “i’m on the pill. doesn’t matter to me”

but it mattered to him. you felt the way his chest hitched, the way his breath caught and he stared at you. Tommy loved you in all the messy, selfish ways he could. no condom between you just skin, warmth, and the kind of intimacy he never had with anyone else. to Tommy, unprotected sex meant he had you in a way no one else did, like this wasn’t just fucking, it was something deeper. more personal, only yours and his

he unzipped his jeans with a grunt, hard cock springing free flushed and already leaking. you reached between you, wrapping your fingers around him, stroking slow, watching the way his head lolled back against the seat “shit” he whispered, jaw tight “you’re really gonna let me…”

you shifted your hips, teasing your entrance over the thick tip, soaking wet and ready “Tommy I always let you.” you whispered “plus want you to feel everything.”

and he did. you pushed down slowly, his cock stretching you open, inch by inch, both of you gasping from the pressure, the sting, the closeness. your nails dug into his shoulders, his hands trembling on your waist as he filled you to the base

“F-fuck” he groaned, hips twitching up “you’re so warm… fuck, I can feel everything.”

“supposed to” you said “this is just for us.”

you started moving, slow and grinding, taking your time, rolling your hips as you watched his face with each pass of your slick walls around him “Ah fuck yeah, like that, just like that” he gasped, fingers bruising on your hips. his cock throbbed inside you

the car rocked gently, quiet creaks and breathy moans filling the space. you leaned in and kissed him again, he kissed back just as hard, tongue pushing deep, groaning into your mouth as you tightened around him. his thighs slightly shook beneath you, his stomach tensed, his hands couldn’t stop gripping you like he might never get to again

“you feel so good” he said, barely holding on, voice cracking “taking me so good.”

you clenched down, hard, watching his eyes roll back, his head thumping the window again “you like being inside me raw, don’t you?” you murmured, lips against his jaw “like knowing it’s just us, nothing between us.”

he nodded helplessly, hips jerking up to meet each bounce “y-yeah, fuck. yes, yes. I love it, love you like this, so much-”

the air inside grew thicker and heavy. the windows were fully fogged now, no view of the street or sky just the two of you. Tommy’s back was sticking to the seat, sweat along his temples, sliding down the side of his neck. he looked like he was coming undone, and you naked in his lap, thighs straddling him, your body slick and flushed moving on him like you belonged there.

you’d done this before, more than a few times. it wasn’t new, but for Tommy? it always felt like the first

there was this look he always gave you right as you started to ride him like he was watching something private and intimate and his alone

his hands slid up, palms warm as they cupped around the sides of your neck, his thumbs brushing under your jaw, not tight, just holding there. you came down slow, and his mouth parted into a soft sound

“Ffffuck…”

his head tipped, resting against the window, the fogged glass cool against his temple. his jaw slack, breath coming in ragged. he stared at you like he couldn’t believe you were real, like having you this way, without anything between you, wasn’t just a good fuck, but something that gutted him. he’d told you once, half drunk and flushed, that it always felt special when he came inside you. he knew it was stupid. knew it was just sex, casual, whatever.

but still, he pulled out every single time

and now was no different. even with your pussy clenching around him, even with his cock soaked and twitching deep inside, even with you whispering against his neck “Just cum in me Tommy. it’s okay, I want you to” he couldn’t, wouldn’t

he shuddered, teeth gritted, arms tensing as he suddenly pulled you off with a low gasp. you grunted as he slipped free, sticky and aching and frustrated, but you knew what was coming. he wrapped one hand tight around the base of his cock, jerking himself fast, desperate, with slick sounds

you watched him. sweat dripping off his nose, chest rising in sharp, ragged breaths. eyes locked on you. his other hand was still cupping your neck, thumb stroking softly over your pulse

“I f-fuck, I wanted to…” he choked voice cracking “…wanted to cum in you so bad-”

“you could’ve” you murmured, rubbing your hand up his chest, kissing his throat “I’d let you. I always let you.”

“Yeah” he groaned, head falling back again “but that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

then he came, with a stifled groan, thick white ropes spilling over his knuckles, coating his hand, dripping onto his stomach. he squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched, trembling all over like it broke something deep in him every time he did this

you kissed his cheek, sweetly, softly. like none of this meant anything more than what it was

and that’s what fucked with him the most

he wiped himself off with a napkin from the glovebox, still panting, and you shifted back to sit beside him.

Tommy stayed like that, arm draped across his lap, watching you out the corner of his eye. he’d been ready for this all night, hadn’t touched himself since last week. had spent hours pacing his room, changing his shirt, debating whether to clean the car. all of it because he knew, just knew, he’d get to have you like this again

he hated that you didn’t seem to feel the same ache afterward. because for you, it was just sex, good sex. but for Tommy, it was a way of saying everything he couldn’t say out loud, every word he swallowed, every glance he held too long, every night he dropped you off and had to pretend he wasn’t going to miss you the second you walked away

the car was quiet again except for the sound of your breathing, heavy, uneven, sweetly out of sync. both of you were naked, the leather seat beneath your skin warm and a little sticky with sweat. your thighs still trembled slightly from how fast he’d pulled you off him. Tommy sat beside you, posture slumped, chest still rising and falling like he hadn’t quite come down yet

his cock still half hard, twitching against his stomach, slick and flushed. you could feel the warmth of it when you leaned against his side, your shoulder brushing his bicep. he hadn’t lasted long, and he knew it. you felt him shift beside you, that tiny movement of guilt washing over him before his hand reached over, fingers gently stroking up the soft inside of your thigh

“I didn’t mean to finish so fast” he said quietly “You didn’t even- fuck I’m sorry, I just…”

you turned to him, eyes half lidded “It’s okay” you said, but your hand came down to his anyway, brushing the back of it softly. you intertwined your fingers, then spread your legs a little more open with a slow shift of your hips

“I still want to”

that was all it took

Tommy leaned in, his eyes moving down your body, then back up to your face as if double checking you were still here, still soft and warm against him. he kissed you once slow, intimate and then slid his hand down between your legs

his fingers were warm, spreading your folds apart, dipping into your entrance with a quiet wet sound that made both of you inhale. he groaned softly under his breath as his fingers curled inside, stroking that spot that made your breath hitch instantly. his head dropped down, lips grazing your collarbone, then dragging lower.

he kissed down your chest, tongue flicking lazily across your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, warm and soft and gentle. you gasped, hand tightening on his shoulder, the other bracing against the seat as your hips started to rock into his hand. he was good with his fingers, so good, finding that rhythm quick, curling them just right, thumb circling your clit in slow passes

“Mmnh… fuck Tommy” you moaned, head tipping back against the seat. his buzzed hair scratched softly along your belly as he moved lower, his mouth kissing a trail across your stomach, soft open mouthed kisses that left warm marks on your skin. he looked up at you from under his lashes, face flushed, lips parted as he worked his fingers faster

your thighs trembled, pussy clenching down around him, his free hand came up to hold your side, holding you as your orgasm began building up. you felt his cock twitch against your leg, still hard, rubbing against your stomach every time your body shifted against him

“oh my god, Tommy right there yes, yes-”

you finished with a soft cry, hips bucking into his hand, walls pulsing around his fingers, thighs squeezing tight around his wrist. your nails dug into his shoulder, and he didn’t stop just slowed it down, coaxing you through it

when the tremors faded, you slumped against him, fully relaxed now, cheek to his chest, breathing in the musky sweet scent of his sweat and yours mingled. his arm came around you instinctively, holding you close, like you were something he couldn’t let go of. your giggle broke the quiet. soft and breathless, the post orgasm haze making everything feel a little brighter

“What?” he asked smiling, still a little dazed

you leaned over him, your bare chest brushing against his, the tip of his cock sliding slick along your stomach again. he groaned under his breath at the contact, but didn’t move, just let you shift until you were half in his lap again. you reached up, your fingertip pressing into the fogged window beside you, slowly drawing something

a heart. small, and lopsided

Tommy stared at it, then at you

you turned back, chin resting on his shoulder “It’ll disappear in a few minutes anyway.”

he nodded slowly, smiling like he wasn’t swallowing down a thousand words

he wanted to ask if you ever thought about what this could be, what he could be, if you gave him more than just these nights

but he didn’t, he never did

because what was the point? you always kissed him sweetly when he dropped you off, fingers lingering on his arm, that little grin like you’d just shared something intimate and sweet but now it was time to say goodnight. he’d watch you walk up your steps, wave over your shoulder, disappear inside

and then he’d sit in his car for another ten minutes, hard again, and heart twisted

he knew he’d do it all again next time, and the time after that

been thinking heavily abt bsf!Tommy… song was BLASTINGGGG when i wrote this can u tell ☹️

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

LOVE YOUR NEW PFPPPP !!

i love you sm for noticing 😩♡ BC I AM HERE TO PUSH THAT D’PHARAOH AGENDA!!

[warfaredoll]

the pics and song that was playing when i wrote that dad!Erik fic

[warfaredoll]

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ Erik x f!reader ⋮ dad!Erik ⋮ fluff ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

bc i saw Will poulter w a baby in his arms 🥹

𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

you don’t remember the pain. you know it was there, because the nurses kept telling you to push, because your fingers still remember clutching the sides of the bed. but what you do remember is Erik

you remember the way he stood frozen at the foot of your bed, eyes locked on the tiny, squirming baby in the nurse’s arms, his mouth parted slightly. he looked almost in awe as if he couldn’t believe what was happening was real

the nurse handed him the baby, bundled up, and Erik hesitated just for a second before pulling the newborn close

you were still catching your breath when they helped Erik sit into the hospital chair beside you, shirt off, chest bare. he looked at you, soft eyes, almost like he was asking for permission and you gave him a small nod. he pressed your son gently against his chest, skin to skin, cradling the baby

“Hey…” Erik whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of the baby’s head

a tiny hand, curled around his much bigger finger

you watched them from your bed, that image would live in your mind forever. Erik sitting there, bare chest, your baby nestled against him like he belonged there

and deep down, you knew, you knew by the way Erik looked at him, eyes wide and teary, as if the world had just given him something he never thought he deserved. you knew, without a doubt, that they’d be inseparable

and you were right

your son turned out to be the biggest papa’s boy. he never wanted anyone else. he wanted Erik to hold him, Erik to carry him, Erik to feed him, rock him, nap with him. you? yeah you were loved, but when Erik walked into a room, your son perked up and wanted to be with him

Erik never minded, not once. he carried your son around, always one hand up against his small back, the other lifting him from beneath.

and when your son started speaking?

“Dada.”

that was it. dada, dad, daddy

morning, noon, and night, it was all he said. looking for him when he wasn’t around, arms stretched up whenever Erik passed by. even when Erik came back sweaty, tired, sometimes from training or deployments he never turned him down. he’d scoop him right up and hold him close, letting his little boy fall asleep tucked against his chest.

and whenever your son scraped his knee, Erik was there, he’d scoop him up, press his lips to the top of his messy hair, and whisper “you’re okay. I got you”

on sick days, when he couldn’t sleep unless he was curled up against someone, it was always Erik holding him through the night, resting his chin on the top of his small head

even on the hard days. the tantrum days, the loud, everything is wrong days, Erik never lost his patience. he’d kneel down, speak gently, always tried to understand before reacting. he held your son the same way he held you when you were at your lowest

Tonight it was one of those quiet, late family nights. you were tucked into the corner of the couch, Erik’s head warm and heavy on your thigh, and your son sprawled out on top of him, cheek smushed against Erik’s chest, one arm resting lazily across his torso. the movie had just ended finally, and the credits rolled slowly

you and Erik had both tried to warn him

“this one’s really long” you’d said earlier, brushing your son’s hair back as he looked up at you. Erik had added “there’s no way you’re going make it through the whole thing”

but he’d pouted, really pouted and insisted, and well, neither of you could say no. so you’d given in

you stretched your arms over your head with a tired sigh, your fingers brushing through Erik’s hair as your arms came back down

he didn’t move, just turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your inner thigh before looking down

“He fell asleep” Erik whispered, there was a faint smirk on his lips and a little patch of drool darkening his shirt where your son had been resting

you smiled down at them, running your hand gently along your son’s back “we told him” you murmured

“he really wanted to watch this movie too” Erik said, his palm resting on the small of your son’s back

“you got him?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway

“Yeah” he hummed, giving you a small nod

and with that, Erik placed a hand under your son’s back, the other beneath his legs, and slowly sat up from the couch, your sweet boy never even stirring. he was completely out, mouth slightly open, head resting back against his dad’s shoulder

you stood with him, walking beside Erik as he carried your son down the hallway like he was still that same tiny newborn against his chest. you opened the bedroom door, pulling back the covers while Erik gently settled him into bed, tucking him in tight

you son didn’t even blink awake just instinctively reached out and grabbed one of Erik’s fingers in his sleep

you both stood there a moment, watching him

Erik’s arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you close “You think he knows?” he asked quietly

“Knows what?” you looked up at him

“How much I love him” he said

you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder “Yeah” you whispered “he knows. you show him every single day.”

and Erik just nodded, eyes on your sleeping son

the house was quiet again.

after tucking your son in, you and Erik had climbed into bed without saying much, just tired murmurs of “I love you” and a goodnight kiss as you curled into each other. Erik wrapped his arms around you like he always did, chest pressed against your back. you drifted off quickly, with the soft sound of his snoring at your ear

until a loud, sharp panicked cry came from down the hall

you jolted awake first, heart racing. Erik stirred awake as well, groaning softly as he sat up and rubbed a hand down his face, trying to shake off the sleep. the cry came again, this time with a broken little wail that made your chest tighten

“Must be a nightmare” you whispered, turning to look at him in the dark light

Erik nodded, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed “Yeah.”

you both got up at the same time, walking down the hall, bare feet against the cold wood floors. Erik pulled you into a lazy side hug as you walked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you leaned into him without thinking

when you opened the door to your son’s room, he turned his head toward you instantly. his cheeks were tear streaked, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling. he sat upright in bed with his blanket clutched in one fist, the other rubbing his eye as more small sobs came out

your heart broke at the sight

you stepped forward, arms open, already on your way to soothe him “what’s wrong?”

“I want dad” he hiccuped, his little voice cracking as more tears rolled down his cheeks “I want daddy.”

you froze mid step, blinking. then turned your head over your shoulder

Erik was right behind you, just as surprised, his brows lifted and his mouth twitched like he didn’t know whether to laugh or tear up. he blinked, then stepped forward slowly

“Are you sure?” he asked gently, crouching down to your son’s eye level “mom might be better at making you feel better. she’s good at that right?”

but your son was already reaching out, arms lifted toward Erik

you stepped aside with a small smile, watching as Erik scooped him up and settled down at the edge of the bed, trying to fold his long legs into the small mattress space. he barely fit, knees halfway off the bed, but he didn’t care. not even a little

he laid back, pulling your son onto his chest, one hand holding him close, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles over his back

“Close your eyes” Erik whispered “It’s okay. I’m here now.”

your son let out a shaky breath, his little fingers curling into Erik’s shirt as he began to settle. his cheek pressed against Erik’s chest, right where his heart beat

that tiny bed suddenly felt like the safest place in the world because Erik was in it. because your son knew he was safe there, wrapped up in his father’s arms, where nothing bad could ever touch him

and you knew again, just like you knew in that hospital room, that no matter how big your son got, Erik would always be the one he ran to. and that they’d always be inseparable.

he can be my daddy #TUCKMEINTOBED #🍪🥛💤

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[warfaredoll]

need him physically, mentally and metaphorically.

till he fills me up so much with his DNA it changes my ancestry results