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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

[𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

introducing boxer Elliott ⭑, wc 3k, suggestive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you leaned forward in your seat “Elliott”

he didn’t hear you the first time

you called again, “Elliott”

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

“cmon” you mouthed

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

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

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

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

knockout

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

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

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

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

and there he was

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

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

“Baby” he breathed out

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

“Hey” you said quietly

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

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

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

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

“yeah” you hummed softly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I always do when you’re in the ring”

“yeah, but this time you didn’t stop”

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

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

“just kiss me” he rasped

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate seeing you like this” you whispered

“I know” he said again quieter

“but I’ll always be here” you added

“I know that too”

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

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

he kissed your chest gently

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you always come back to me” you said

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

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

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

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

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔’𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen

age gappppp fic yes pls

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he waited and let you speak at your own pace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you turned the knob and pushed it open slowly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“nothing” he said quietly, still smiling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the type of man I’d take home 100% AND THINKING ABT GROWING UP MAKES ME SICKKKK ☹️

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

FIRST POST WOOT WOOT

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and he was

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

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

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

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

when he finally began to move, it was slow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but it wasn’t, not quite

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

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

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

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

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

you noticed first

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

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

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

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

he sobbed

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

but still he never stopped moving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and then he kissed you. wet, messy, desperate

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

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

he groaned in response, swallowing your moans

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

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

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

he came hard

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

and that’s when the apologies spilled from his mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

te juro que te amo by los terricolas

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

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

@https-junebug @ilovecheriies @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @meetmeatyourworst @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @iheartgrayson @glassbxttless @gallaghrh @samslvrgirl @vinecstasy @illyrianbrat @livelaughl0v3 @ilovecheriies @eddiemunsonsbabygirl @babble28

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

dare i say one of the best Warfare master lists on this app

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 • 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

*lmk if links don’t work!*

— 𝐑𝐚𝐲 ‹𝟹

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 • 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 • 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

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

— 𝐒𝐚𝐦

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

— 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤

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

— 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

Hiii it’s me!!

I hope you write for Carmen Berzatto 😭

I've bien thinking about going to the fair with Carmen on his day off and with our baby daughter, maybe she's 6 months ? It’s up to you !

I already sent this request to someone but I wanted to see a different writing, and I also sent this request but Carmen wasnt a dad it was just reader and Carmen going to the fair as a couple :)

I’ve actually haven’t seen The Bear yet🥲 The only reason i have it in my “fandoms” list is cuz i’m a slut for any character by Will Poulter

✋😔 I’m worried i wouldn’t be able to write Carmen accurately just based on what I’ve read. BUT once i watch the bear i will DEFINITELY take this request (and tag u when i post it) 🫶🫶🫶

Helloooo are you taking requests ? Because I saw that you wanted to start writing

Yes!! Please feel free to send in requests. I will try my absolute best to fulfill them, obviously they won’t be perfect bcuz i haven’t written in a long time, but i used to write all the time and i’m hoping to dust off the old skills 😅

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

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

it was smooth, thick, unmistakably shaped, unmistakably his

you gasped in pure shock. “Tommy…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tommy…” you gasped

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

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

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

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

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

“play with your clit too”

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

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

“Tommy fuck fuuuck-“

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

let them know what it meant to be his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yesyesyes I need it, need you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“come home baby” you whined

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tommy! f-fuck Tommy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

dance for you by beyoncé

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

slipping mah phone in and out while writing this

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he didn’t get past the first paragraph

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and that’s what made him keep reading

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hadn’t held back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he sat there a moment, panting, sweaty, satisfied

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

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

brooklyn baby lana del rey

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

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

SEBASTIAN STAN | L’Officiel Malaysia 2025

Australia’s version of the onion has just character assassinated all you gays

LEIA ORGANA & HAN SOLO Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

happy pride month ~from a fellow bi girly🌈

this man has been fine his whole life

me leaving thunderbolts w/ a huge crush on bucky like:

Sebastian in Lady Macbeth (2016)

propaganda i’m not falling for:

bucky barnes dying in doomsday

i’m sorry this is too accurate 😭

i fear i can’t stop thinking about bucky barnes

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

giving yall these cause i havent had the motivation to write❤️ tommy fluff is on its way

THIS INCLUDES: Elliott, Sam, Ray, Tommy and Erk (sorry no Frank again😔)

Elliott

Sam

Ray

Tommy

Erik

Get to know your mutuals

tagged by @eddiemunsonsbabygirl tyyyy pookie 🫶

fave colour: lavender purple 💜

currently reading: fanfics bro

last song: Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

last film: Warfare (but also very recently, Thunderbolts*)

last series: Wife Swap UK 😭

sweet/spicy/savoury?: savouryyy

tea or coffee?: iced coffeeeee

working on: getting a job, getting comfortable with writing again (after like a 5 year hiatus)

if any of my mutuals see this and want to do it, pls do!! 🩷

Ugh I love him

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

sweet filthy welcome home sex with Erik

for da lovely @ddlydevotion ♡, wc 2k, smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, fluff, today i give yall erik 🙂‍↔️

warm steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror as Erik stepped under the water. his body was worn and tired, every muscle tensing as he adjusted the showerhead, water getting over his shoulders and down the curve of his spine. you stood just a few feet away shivering slightly against the tile floor. bra still on, panties riding low against your hips. Erik turned, his eyes met yours mouth twitching into a small smile that was just for you

“the water’s just how you like it” he murmured, his fingertips glided down your arm, then around to your back slipping beneath the thin strap of your bra

you didn’t even have to ask. the clasp clicked open with a soft snap, your bra falling forward to bare your breasts to him. his thumb grazing beneath one breast, before he moved lower, his hands tugging down your panties. he crouched as he did it, sliding them down your thighs his cheek brushed the side of your hip

“come here.” he said as he took your hand, pulling you gently into the water with him. he stepped aside the moment you came in, letting the water come down over your shoulders first, wetting your skin and running down your back. your breath deepened as the thick warm steam of the shower reached your breath. Erik stayed just outside the spray, body slick with sweat but untouched by the water, watching you softly.

you turned, droplets clinging to your lashes. he just stood there, his gaze roaming slowly from your collarbones down the soft slope of your breasts, following the trickle of water down wherever it went. you smiled, then reached for him wrapping your fingers around his wrist tugging him gently forward. the moment your skin touched his, he softened more into it

he followed without a word, stepping into the water with you, you tilted your face up letting it soak your hair, your eyes closing. Erik just stared.. he looked at you the way he had the first time he told you he loved you like you were something so beautiful he could barely hold it in

you blinked slowly, catching him staring “you’re not going to wash?”

“I can’t stop looking at you.”

Erik never failed to remind you of how beautiful you were. you leaned forward lips brushing the center of his chest and leaving a kiss there. he exhaled through his nose, hands staying low on your waist just resting there

you reached for the soap, worked it between your palms until it foamed, then began to massage it into his scalp. Erik closed his eyes at the first touch, breath slowing, his jaw unclenching. you smiled again, fingertips moving in soothing circles working the soap through his head

he was quiet and still, letting your hands wash away everything he’d carried home with him. you washed him with love in every touch. and he melted under you, face turning slightly into your shoulder, eyes shut in pure peace

when the soap suds had been thoroughly rinsed away and the water ran clear, you leaned in close to him “done.”

he blinked dazed and warm under the stream, water dripping down his cheeks. you didn’t have time to say more he leaned down and kissed you, lips pressing to yours tenderly in a small kiss. his hands moved up from your waist, one tracing the curve of your spine, the other rising to hold the side of your face, fingers tangling gently in your wet hair as he kissed you again, deeper this time tongue sliding in against yours

you drew back slightly lips still brushing, “I thought you just wanted to shower?”

his eyes opened head shaking, “I missed this” he said suddenly but honestly. “not just touching you or being touched by you. but being close like this.

you rested your forehead against his, and his arms tightened around you, chest rising and falling against yours as the warm water poured over both of you, you moved your hands up his back.

he leaned back down to kiss you, tongue teasing in lazy strokes before he deepened the kiss. his hands slid down your back slowly, over your waist, the curve of your hips, until they found your ass. he held you there, squeezed gently, pulling you flush against him. skin to skin, wet, warm and yours.

he kissed you like he hadn’t in months, like he’d spent every second of every night away imagining this moment, counting the hours until he'd have you like this again. and then he broke the kiss with a soft gasp, breath catching like he didn’t want to stop but had to. he left another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the slope of your neck

he moved slowly, lips trailing down your body as he sank to his knees beneath the water. kisses left on your collarbone, the curve between your breasts, more down.

further still, pausing at your belly button, where he let his breath fan across your damp skin. beads of water sliding from his hair down his forehead, catching in the lashes of his closed eyes as he kissed lower still. then he pressed his cheek to your belly nuzzling there, his hands coming up around your thighs

“I missed you so much” he whispered, voice muffled against your belly

he turned his face, kissing just below your bellybutton, then again, slower this time “you don’t even know” he murmured

your fingers slipped into his hair short, damp, hair. the buzzed strands soft against your palms and you held him there, cradled his head gently not stopping him. he didn’t rush, he wasn’t trying to rush you. his mouth brushed over the curve of your lower belly, tongue flicking out just slightly as he buried his face there

the water fell over your shoulders while he knelt, hands caressing your thighs, the insides, the backs

you sighed, a soft breathy sound that came out of you as his cheek pressed into your belly, his stubble barely scraping your skin. your hand moved gently over his buzzed hair as he tilted his head back, eyes finding yours

“I missed you too” you whispered

Erik kissed your stomach once more, then rose body sleek and shining under the shower’s stream. he moved close again, wet skin pressed to yours as he leaned down, catching your mouth in a kiss. one hand reached for yours, guiding it between your bodies until your fingers curled around him

you wrapped your hand around his cock, still wet from the shower but warm now from your grip, and he let out a deep groan into your mouth as your palm slid once slowly over the shaft. “fuck I missed your pretty little hands on me” he rasped, forehead resting against yours, the water dripping down his face and trailing along his jaw

his hips gave the faintest twitch forward into your hand, chasing the friction, while his own hand moved down over the curve of your hip. his touch was respectful still, but hungrier now fingertips brushing the inside of your thigh, teasing the softest skin, until they found your pussy

he groaned again as his fingers slipped between your folds, parting you gently, finding you wet already. “goddamn” he whispered into your mouth, kissing you again

you stroked him slow, your thumb tracing the vein along his shaft while his own fingers moved in slow circles around your clit. your thighs parted slightly and he smiled against your cheek, that small smile that always meant he loved the way your body gave itself to him

his middle finger slipped lower, between the slick folds then back up again circling your clit softly. your hand kept moving over his cock, the head flushed pink and glistening with precum as he pressed into your fist, breath coming heavier against your skin

“love it like this” he murmured, kissing your neck now his voice ragged “you touching me… me learning how to touch you again…”

your moan was quiet, his mouth pressing kisses down the slope of your shoulder. his hand never left your pussy, and yours never left his cock

he slid his hand back from between your legs, fingers leaving you wet and wanting more, you gasped head tipping back, hips moving forward trying to chase his touch

you let go of his cock, he looked at you soft eyed surrounded by the warm shower steam, his breath still ragged and his hand rose to brush your cheek thumb grazing over your lips “turn around for me.”

you turned slowly, the water falling over your back now, hair clinging wet to your neck and face. the moment your chest met the cold tile you shivered nipples hardening instantly you pressed your palms to the wall, letting your body arch slightly, presenting yourself for him

behind you heard the low sound of Erik groaning, and then his hands were on your hips again, pulling you gently back toward him. his cock slid between the cheeks of your ass first, the tip dragging against your skin as he moved it down, up, teasing tracing your pussy with it. you moaned softly as the head nudged your clit, then slipped lower, brushing against your slick entrance

he leaned forward, chest pressing to your back, his breath warm on your neck “You okay?” he murmured his voice breathy, shaking just a little. “you ready for me?”

you nodded, your voice gone for a moment “yes” you breathed

his hands tightened on your hips, thumbs pressing into the flesh there as he aligned himself and then he began to push in, slow, so slow, letting your pussy take him at your own pace

“f-fuck…” his breath hitched, lips brushing your shoulder, then resting there as he bottomed out. your pussy clenching around him

“Jesus baby” he whispered voice low and trembling. “you feel like, like fucking-” he couldn’t even finish, just groaned again, his hands caressing your waist lovleying

he stayed there for a second, buried deep, chest rising and falling against your back, his lips trailing open mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder while your pussy tightened around him, trying to take him deeper still

he started to move slow at first, “Fuck” he moaned into your shoulder his voice hoarse, “so goddamn good.”

his chest pressed to your back with every forward thrust, skin hot and wet against yours, you gasped with every deep thrust, the stretch perfect only stinging slightly

his hands roamed, one holding your hip, the other slipping down, fingers finding your clit again. he rubbed soft slow circles there just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble

“You’re perfect” he whispered his voice shaking now, lips brushing your ear as his hips began to move faster. “missed you so much I thought about you every night your voice, your skin, this pussy”

you clenched at his words, and he cried out softly hips stuttering “baby don’t do that feels too good…”

he kissed your shoulder open-mouthed, his mouth sucking lightly on the skin as his rhythm picked up. the hand on your clit moved faster

then his hand came down landing a soft slap to your ass, more of a soft loving tap than rough but it made your body jolt, your back arching into him

“Mmm just like that” he moaned, breath coming harder now, his pace growing more desperate but never sloppy

he kissed the back of your neck, lips trembling. “I love you, I love you fuck I almost forgot what it felt like to be alive until now.”

his thrusts grew harder, but still held that sweetness, passion and love as if he was making up for every moment apart every sleepless night, every lonely thought

“You’re everything” he whispered breath “everything…”

and you felt him start to break his voice cracking, eyes glossy as his forehead pressed to your back, his cock twitching deep inside you

his hips kept moving deep and full, cock dragging along your pussy like he couldn’t bear to pull out too far, the soft slap of his hips meeting with your ass filled the steamy air

“you’re so tight baby” he whispered, eyes shut like the feeling of your pussy around him was too much to take in all at once. “so warm feels perfect…”

your moans became louder with every thrust of his hips, every perfect swirl of his fingers over your clit had you pressing your forehead to the tile, mouth falling open as you whined out softly “so so good Erik”

but behind you, he was coming undone

he was trying to hold himself together breathing hard, lips brushing your spine, but you heard it. the soft stuttering hitch, the deep shaky inhale, the trembling groan as he buried himself deeper

he was crying, not in sobs, not in gasps, but in quiet tears that slid unnoticed down his cheeks, mixing with the water

“I missed this, I missed you” he choked out his breath catching. “I thought about this every night. waking up alone hand wrapped around my cock, pretending it was you…”

you looked back at him over your shoulder, your eyes searching his. his face was flushed, wet with tears and water, mouth parted, lower lip trembling

“Erik…” you breathed voice trembling from how intimate and vulnerable he looked. but he didn’t stop

his thrusts grew quicker, a little harder now, hips coming up into you in a desperate needy pace, his hand on your clit never stopping, making your legs shake, your moans falling freely now

“say my name again” he begged panting. “please please say it”

“Erik”

he sighed and pressed his face to your back, “I’m close” he rasped. “I’m so close… baby is it okay can I finish in you?”

you nodded quickly, so fast he didn’t even need to ask you twice. “yes please Erik I want it- need it”

that was it

he groaned out a choked sob, his hips thrust forward, burying himself as deep as he could go. his cock twitched inside you as he came warm and thick, groaning into your shoulder as your walls clenched around him

his hand stayed on your pussy, rubbing you through your own orgasm as your body tensed around him, both of you coming undone together, joined, whole

he didn’t pull out, didn’t move, just wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, face pressed to your back, chest heaving with sob laced breaths

“I love you” he whispered, trembling against your back “I love you so much”

erik the passionate lover that u are!!! bc i said so 😣😩

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

I am doing this short series for Sam, Tommy, Ray, Erik and Elliott. STAY TUNED!! I know warfare was set in 2006 but just work with me here.

Other snaps-

Snap 1: A dusty sunset over machinery. Captioned:

“hell’s not always fire. sometimes it’s beige.”

Snap 2: A cigarette burning down with his boots in the frame.

“thinking too much. send chaos.”

Snap 3: Him shirtless, sweaty, bruised, staring into the camera like he knows what he’s doing to you.

“bored. wanna wrestle.”

Out-of-nowhere Snap: A starry night sky. No face. No words. Just that. Like a quiet check-in from thousands of miles away.

@cosmosbabydoll

yall ever wonder if the people you’re mutuals with (or follow) are secretly people you know irl? worst fear ever.

like it would be cool to find out somebody was from the same area as you, but i would be freaked out if they turned out to be someone i actually knew.

you know what i mean?

sorry guys i kinda treat Tumblr posting like Twitter posting so enjoy this late night thought