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𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 🔞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 જ⁀➴ 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliot puts himself out on a limb just to get the attention of a girl

SMUT!! MDNI!!! softdom!Elliott, masturbation, unprotected sex, p in v, afab reader, oral, mutual pining, sexual tension, reckless Elliott, mentions of gun violence, nurse!reader

You’ve been stationed at this forward operating base for three months—long enough for the chaos of the outside world to become background noise, but not long enough to get used to the constant weight of it pressing on your chest.

You’re a combat medic. Used to blood, screaming, silence. But not used to him.

Elliott.

He’s part of a recon unit that comes and goes like a ghost. Never talks much. He always looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. There’s something feral in the way he moves, like he’s waiting for the next shot to go off, even in the quiet. And yet, somehow, he always finds his way to you when he’s banged up—like tonight.

He comes in late. Shirt shredded, arm torn up, dark eyes hard like he’s still out there, still fighting something. You clean his wound in silence, but the tension’s thick. Heavy. You’ve fought before—barked orders, snapped at him for being reckless, shoved him when he got in your face.

But tonight is different. Tonight, you’re both too tired to argue, too strung out to pretend the air between you hasn’t been charged since day one.

You press gauze to his side. He flinches. Your other hand lingers on his hip to keep him in place. His gaze drags up your body, slow and unreadable.

“Are you always this rough with your patients? ” He mutters, voice low, hoarse.

You smirk. “Only the ones who piss me off.”

His jaw flexes. “Then you must really hate me.”

You stare at him, your heartbeat picking up. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? ”

He laughs, a dry, bitter sound. Then—“Yeah. I fuckin’ would.”

He doesn’t move when you pull the gauze away—just sits there on the edge of the cot, stripped down to his undershirt, sweat clinging to his skin. Blood seeps through the fresh bandage at his ribs, and you should tell him to lie back and take it easy. But you don’t. You just stare at him for a second too long, eyes dragging down his chest, jaw, the curve of his mouth, and the moustache that sits right above it.

You know what this is. You’ve known for weeks. Every look, every snap of tension between you two. Every time he called you “Doc,” it was like a challenge. Every time he stood too close, he lingered too long after a patch-up. Every time you got in his face, and he didn’t back down—just stared at you like he wanted to pull you in and ruin you.

You break the silence first.

“You’re going to split that open again if you keep fucking around like that.”

“I’ll live.”

You roll your eyes and start packing up your kit, but you feel him watching you. Not just watching—tracking. Like he’s waiting for something. Like he’s daring you to say what you’re both thinking.

“Something else bothering you? ” You ask, not looking at him.

“You,” he says flatly. Like a gunshot. No hesitation.

You freeze, hands still.

“Yeah? Well, good thing you can go,” you laughed—ignoring the obvious poking tension he’s only making worse.

You turned around to put the kit back on the trolley, but when you turned back around, Elliott was right behind you—standing now, looking down at you.

“God, I can’t wait anymore.” He exhaled like he was preparing for his next move, and he was.

Elliott leans down with a hand hovering over your hip; his pupils are blown out, but he has a touch of gentleness to him.

You looked up at him with the eyes he’d sworn a million times he hated, but if anyone read the little notebook he kept in his pack—the one thing keeping him from losing his mind—it would tell you otherwise.

Second Week Out

I saw her for the first time; she stood out in all the right ways. I knew instantly that if I didn’t meet her. I’d lose my fucking mind.

Third Week Out

She knows me. I may have gotten shot; it might have been on purpose, but now she knows me. She knows I’m here.

Fourth Week Out

We started arguing about me being “reckless.” I didn’t mind because it was my recklessness that got her to know my name. It was my recklessness that brought me to see her every day, to make sure she was okay.

Fifth Week Out

I’m starting to lose control. I need her to know that I need her. I would never admit this to anyone, but I woke up in a cold sweat—thinking about her, of course. It just happened. One second I was asleep. The next thing I was bucking into my hand thinking about her eyes, the way I would want her to look at me if I was in her. Not my fucking hand. God, this is weird. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It was the sixth week out, and it was time he made his move.

“Tell me to leave, and I will walk out of here right now.” Elliott’s voice was gruff, laced with a thick lust he wasn’t sure you shared.

Your throat bobbed as you met his rather intense gaze again; you both know this is risky, but that only made you want it more.

“Stay.” That was the only word you managed to get out, and it was only a little louder than a whisper.

Elliott took this as his signal—crashing his lips on yours. Instantly wrapping his arms around your waist before letting a deep groan rip from his throat.

You stood on your tippy toes, arms around his neck and hands in his buzzed hair. His moustache tickled against your top lip. This felt surreal.

Elliott was quick to deepen the kiss; after all, he got shot—multiple times, might he add—to earn this kiss. He wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

Once his tongue slipped into your mouth, you tasted it. The mint was from one of those stupid pieces of gum he liked popping in your ear way too loud. There was an additional taste of chewing tobacco, not your favourite taste, but the mint masked it well enough.

It was a weird mix—tobacco and mint—but somehow, it felt real. It felt like him. Like this. Flawed and reckless. Maybe a little dangerous, but honest in its own fucked-up way.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against your own, his breath heavy against your lips.

“I shouldn’t want this so bad,” he murmured, his voice barely hanging on. “But I do. I want you.”

Your fingers still rested in his hair, now scratching at the nape of his neck, trying to hold yourself back a little longer. “Then shut up and take it.”

That was all it took. He snapped.

Smashing his lips back onto yours, pulling you flush against him. You moan softly in his mouth. The sound went straight to his dick.

He scooped you up gently and plopped you down on the cot like you weighed nothing. Standing between your legs, he continued kissing you. Hands now rubbing up and down the plush of your thighs.

You were pressed up against him. Hands in what little hair he had. You felt the heat start to grow between your thighs, and you involuntarily bucked forward.

Elliott had you held down pretty well, but this small movement brushed right against where he needed you most. If you did that one more time, he thinks he’d finish on the spot.

He didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to waste what could be the only chance he got.

Quickly he dropped to his knees. Head now between your legs. He took off your boots carefully, making sure not to hurt you. He moved his fingers up to the zipper of your pants.

“Can I? ” He spoke softly but still sounded gravelly.

A quick nod of desperation was all it took for him to pull down your uniform pants, revealing a pair of soft pink panties that were lined with lace. At the top there was a little bow.

He stared for a moment too long; it made you self-conscious, and you tried closing your legs, but before you could, he kissed the bow.

Just a soft peck. He was looking at you when he did it. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered against the bow. Lips grazing over the lowest part of your stomach.

You shivered softly. Your eyes stayed on him the entire time. You tried not to shy away again after this.

He hooked his fingers in your panties before tugging them down. You lifted your hips to help him, same as your pants. He didn’t look down. Not until they were completely pulled off and stuffed into the pocket of his pants.

“You okay, angel? ” He asked, inching closer to the place you needed him most.

“Mhm, just keep going,” you murmured, hand moving to scratch behind his ear. “Please, Elliott.”

That’s all it took for him to pull you closer to his face by the hips. He tucked his face between your soft thighs, leaving a kiss right above your clit.

You shuddered at the feeling. Before you knew it, you felt him lick a stripe between your folds. You let out a small gasp and tried grabbing onto his hair, but it wasn’t long enough.

He grabbed your hand and held it instead. Quickly diving back in, sucking on your clit this time.

It was like he was starving—because he was. He laps up every single drop of wetness that was created under his manipulation.

He grinded against nothing; the friction he desperately needed was so close but so far. He groaned as he continued eating you out. His pace is getting faster but sloppier.

You’ve become a moaning mess under his tongue. You rolled your hips softly, trying to gain a little more friction.

Elliott took this as a sign and moved the hand that wasn’t holding onto yours. He brought two of his thick fingers to your opening, slowly pumping them in as he continued to work his tongue against your clit.

His eyes stayed on you the entire time. Taking in the image of you from where he was placed. He hopes this isn’t the last time he sees you like this. You look absolutely stunning.

“Elliott—shit.” You practically squeaked. You’ve received before, but this was life-altering. His starvation drove you to the edge faster than you had hoped.

His fingers continued to curl inside of you at a slow speed while he licked and sucked at your nub. You didn’t want this to end, but you weren’t sure what was going to happen if you finished.

“Elliott, stop,” you stuttered.

The second you finished your sentence, he stopped. He looked up at you, concerned. His fingers froze, but he didn’t pull them out.

“Are you okay? ” He asked in a panic. “Did I hurt you? ”

You laughed, but it was more of a huff as you were completely out of breath.

“No,” you replied quickly. “I didn’t want to stop, and I was getting close.”

The concern on his face quickly faded. He moved his head right back to where it was but removed his fingers.

Scooping you up by your ass, he pushed his nose deep into your folds. Bathing himself in your juices. He pushed his tongue back inside of you and sped up his pace. His moustache only added to the pleasure.

You quickly threw your head back and let a loud moan escape your throat. Nails clawing deep into his biceps. You quickly unravelled under him with this newfound determination.

Your hips stuttered as an orgasm washed over you. Elliott, on the other hand, didn’t think twice.

He slurped up every single drop you gave him, like this was his final meal. Once he lapped up every last bit, he looked up at you once again.

His face was covered in you, his jaw was streaked with drops that didn’t reach his mouth, and his moustache collected some of it as well.

He gave you a small smile before standing back up. He wobbled for a moment.

The realization quickly hit you. This was the same man you would get into squabbles with constantly. One yelling at the other. All of a sudden he’s gone soft. Was it the tension? Or something deeper?

The thought quickly vanished when his lips met yours. His hand coming up to your cheek, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You moved your hands to his belt, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor as well as his pants. He was left in a pair of boxers, black ones with little teddy bears on them.

You let out a giggle at his boxers, but you were quickly cut off by his lips on yours again.

Luckily what you didn’t see was the giant wet spot on his boxers. He wasn’t sure how you didn’t see, but he was so glad he didn’t have to face the embarrassment.

One thing he learned how to do in boot camp is how to finish silently, because if you were loud about it, someone would catch you.

So naturally when he was eating you out and came undone in his pants accidentally—you didn’t even notice.

You moved your hands to the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprung out. Girthy and long, it was slightly curved downward but barely noticeable.

You let his boxers drop to the floor before you let go of the kiss. Running your hand along his snail trail all the way down to his dick.

You rubbed the bead of precum across his head.

Elliott let out a small groan. He needed her. He couldn’t wait anymore.

Thankfully you didn’t make him. You held him between your folds and ran the tip of his cock through them. You were aching for him at this point.

As you lined him up with your entrance, you nodded your head. He took this as a green light.

As he pressed in slowly, he stopped at around an inch. His forehead against yours. You both were sweaty at this point, but neither of you cared.

“Keep going,” you spoke softly; you wanted all of him. “All the way.”

You assured him it was okay. He slowly bottomed out, and when he did, he groaned as you bit into his shoulder. There was a slight sting considering how stretched out you were, but it was nice.

You kissed the spot on his shoulder you sunk your teeth into, moving up to his neck to give him more kisses. You rolled your hips slightly, and Elliott held you close to his chest.

He slowly pulled out—almost all the way—before he pressed back in. You moaned against his neck, and he gave you a desperate whimper back.

“I got you, baby.” He whispered into your ear as he brushed his hands through your hair.

He started to gain speed, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt—you would also be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

You moved your head back to rest against his. He gave you a sloppy kiss as he became more desperate with his pace. Fucking you like this would be the one and only time. Maybe it is.

You were a moaning mess in his arms. You clawed at his back under his shirt relentlessly—surely drawing blood. Elliott only fed into it.

He held you with both hands on your cheeks. Holding your head close to his so he could keep kissing your lips. Like he was savouring it. Which he was.

His thrusts were faster than he’d ever gone in his hand. It was euphoric. It also brought him really close really fast. Luckily, another thing boot camp taught him was to control himself. Just to make sure he spills his seed into a sock without making a mess.

You were on the edge. Spent from him eating your pussy out like it was his last day on earth. That he would never get to do it again.

You were close. He felt it with the way you clenched around his cock and arched into him. He kept up his pace just to make sure you gave him all you had left.

You dug your nails deep into his back. Unable to kiss him back. You were short-circuiting. You let out a loud moan into his mouth before coming completely undone. Completely fucked out and dazed.

Elliott was a few thrusts behind you, quickly pulling out and cumming on your thigh with a groan. His seed was thick and hot.

He watched it run down your thigh before you scooped some up, popping your fingers in your mouth. Sucking them clean with a hum.

He looked at you with soft eyes, almost loving ones. He had never really enjoyed sex—not like this.

He quickly grabbed some tissues from the abandoned medical cart and cleaned you up. He helped you back into your pants and boots.

You didn’t ask for your underwear back; you hoped it would bring him back to you. You watched him get dressed and he sat beside you on the cot.

Neither of you said anything. He just rests his head on yours. Hand in hand.

Neither of you were sure what was coming next but whatever it was—along as it brought you two together—it would be the best thing to happen to either of you.

Sixth Week Out

I finally got her. It was good, really good. I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful, but she’s always been gorgeous. I got an amazing sleep after kissing her goodbye that I wish I could have stayed but it would have just gotten us both in trouble.

Seventh Week Out

She’s been ignoring me. I haven’t seen her since that night. No one will tell me anything. Did I do something wrong? I’m losing my mind. I told Ray what happened but he doesn’t believe it. Apparently a lot of people wanted her. But she wouldn’t let anyone touch her—not like I touched her.

Eighth Week Out

Turns out she got the flu and was out for a week… totally wasn’t freaking me out. Anyways, it happened again and she let me take a nap in her bed when we were off. Ray believes me now considering the hickeys I returned to base with.

Ninth Week Out

We’re being sent back home next week for Christmas. Turns out my parents live an hour away from her. Maybe I should ask to stop by? Would she say yes? God, I hope so.

Christmas

So she definitely said yes. This guys got a girlfriend now!!! This is so stupid. I’m acting like a teenager again. Anything for her though. She got me a present, they were boxers with the squads face on it. I sent it to the group chat and Sam bullied me for it. Erik found it funny. I got her a necklace. It’s a locket with a photo of me in my uniform in it. Since she told me if she could fuck me with my uniform on “helmet and all” she would. I don’t know but again, anything for her.

@cosmosbabydoll @princesssunderworld

i love me a man with a fuck-ass moustache

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

he scoffed and didn’t say a word

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

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

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

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

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

so you dropped to your knees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll make it up to you”

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

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

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

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

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

“going to make it up to me?”

“Mhm” you hummed into his palm

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

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

“Well?” he says, “Get to it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he stops

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

he leans forward, “Get up.”

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

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

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

“Sit” he says

and you obey

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

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

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

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

you nod, lip trembling

“Then work for it.”

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

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

another slap to your ass, harder this time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blink confused, lips parted “Elliott?”

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

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

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

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

do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys

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

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

I watched Lady Macbeth for the plot (plot being Cosmo Jarvis)

hiiiii

i saw that u wanted to do some writing for eric and sam from warfare. i was thinking maybe reader giving one of them a (purely innocent non-sexual) massage after a long day of boot camp or something :)

A/N : Hii lovely! Thank you so much for requesting, it’s my first request and it means so much to me. Hope that’s what you wanted :)

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.

You are cozy on the couch watching tv, in your pajamas, a blanket, with a mug of tea in your hands. You were waiting patiently for Erik to come home from boot camp.

While sipping on your tea you hear the front door closing. "I’m home love" you hear Erik voice, his British accent that you love so much.

"I’m in the living room" you answer. You hear Erik approaching the living room, and then you see him, he sit on the couch next to you. You took a closer look at him, he seem tired.

"How was you day ?" You ask him. "It was good, but im tired and my back is killin’ me" he state. You put your mug on the table and sit closer to him. You put one of your hand on his shoulder and start to massage the tense muscles there.

He hum and close his eyes. "Yes this feel good" you stop. "Sit up and remove your jacket so I can give you a massage" He oblige. He remove his jacket and sit up right. "Thank you, you’re the best babe"

You kiss his cheek. "It’s normal baby, you deserve this, you work so hard" You say. Now with Erik in just a t-shirt you start to massage his broad shoulders, relaxing the tense muscles.

"You know when I was at boot camp I realized how important you were to me…" you keep massaging his shoulders, a smile creep into your face. "Really ?" You ask.

"Yeah, I missed you so much, and I love you so much baby, you’re the best girlfriend I could have asked for" you don’t see it but he smile. It’s true that he loved you. Every time he was away he had a little picture of you in his pocket, reminding himself to stay strong, that you waited for him to get home.

"Stop you’re gonna make me cry" you say, chuckling. You start massaging his spine. "I missed you too baby, and I love you too, so much, I’m happy that you’re home"

"Yeah ? I’m happy too, finally being home with you" he says.

"I love giving you massages, so I can feel your muscles" you joke. Erik laugh. "You’re insatiable" Well of course Erik was well built, and you kept teasing him about it.

He turn around to face you, it made you stop the massage. "I feel relaxed now, thank you baby" he lean closer to you, he put one arm around your shoulder and give you a kiss on the crown of your head. "What about we watch a movie together ?"

You smile and give him a peck on his lip. "Of course, you choose!"

What you didn’t know is that you were his home. When he tell you that he’s happy to be finally home it means that he’s happy to finally be with you, his home.

Sorry it’s short I hate this 😭🙏🏼

| Sam coming back home.

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Sam enter in the appartement, making sure to not make any noises because he know that you’re sleeping. He close the door behind him. He missed you so much, he was thinking about you everyday, and knowing that he have three weeks to be with you now he feels happy.

He put his bag carefully on the floor, he remove his shoes and make his way to the bedroom where you rest. He open the door, enter the room slowly and walk to your side of the bed. He crouch at you level and caress your hair.

"Hey baby" he whisper carefully. "Wake up I’m home" he keep caressing your hair.

You start to stir, you open your eyes slowly. You see Sam and you smile sleepily, happy to see him physically not just through a screen. When he was away at boot camp for 2 weeks, you two used to face time at night, you even slept together on call, it was cute.

"Sam ?" You ask waking up from your sleep.

"Yeah that’s me baby" He smile giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You smile. "You’re home Sam"

"Yes I’am baby"

"Come cuddle, I missed you" You extend your arms toward him. "I missed you too baby. I’m gonna take a shower first, I stink" he chuckle and stand up.

You pout. "Mmh okay"

"Don’t worry baby I’ll be here soon" He kiss you, which you return. A kiss full of love, you missed each other so much.

While Sam is in the shower, you wait for him patiently, happy that Sam is finally home. Meanwhile Sam is in the shower happy to finally be home. He can’t wait to get out of the bathroom to finally go to bed and cuddling with you.

Minutes later Sam come back from the bathroom. He get into bed next to you, he wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, putting his face on your neck. You put one of your hand on his forearm.

"I missed this" he murmur pulling you in tighter. "Yeah I missed this too, so much" you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, putting your head on the crook of his neck, inhaling his sent.

"How was boot camp" You ask rubbing at his arm. He sigh. "Exhausting" Sam answer. Yes boot camp was exhausting as you can imagine, Sam is tired, he wanted to be home with you, cuddling on the couch, watching movies on a rainy day.

"Yeah it must have been. But you’re home now baby" You rub his back. You feel that Sam needed comfort after being away for two weeks, boot camp was exhausting and you can tell it was on his face, Sam had bags under his eyes, he looked tired.

"Yeah I’m home" He smile pulling you in tighter. Being away from you was difficult, but at least he had someone who waited for him at home, and it was you, his home.

Request, comments, and reblog are always appreciated :)

Bucky Barnes, through the whole damn movie:

unfortunately this is so real😭

*opens tumblr*

alrighty, what fictional character am I horny for today boys?

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

sam does not take lying lightly

LONG ASS FILTHY SMUT, since sam won the poll giving the ppl what they want 🙂‍↔️

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his dog tags hung loose against his chest, clinking softly as he shifted, chest bare except for a pair of black boxers that strained over his bulge. Sam's knuckles twitched against his thighs, breath heavier than it should’ve been for someone just sitting there. but the months had been long, every night alone with nothing but sweet memories of you

he heard the bathroom door click his head jerked up

you shyly peered out in a a pale babydoll dress, flowing around the tops of your thighs. beneath it a tiny white pair of sheer panties

you moved toward him until you stood right between his legs. his hands came up immediately thumbs brushing over the lacy hem where it grazed your hips he let out a low satisfied hum

“you look beautiful.”

and then he reached for you slid his hands behind your thighs wrapping around the backs, he drew you flush against him. the warmth of his chest pressed to your stomach, his cheek brushing against the curve of your belly as he buried his face there for a second

you leaned down and kissed him, his hands found your ass, palms spreading across both cheeks, thumbs dragging along the lace edges, squeezing as he kissed you deeper, sighing into your mouth

he held you so close his arms snug around the backs of your thighs, his face tucked against the soft warmth of your tummy beneath the sheer babydoll lingerie top. the silky fabric tickled his cheek with every breath you took, and when your fingers stroked slowly through his buzzed hair

“you miss me?” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin

“No.” you said playfully

he tilted his head back to look up at you

“No?” he repeated, eyebrows raised lips twitching into a smile. “you didn’t miss me but you saved this for the day I came back?”

you shrugged, that small smile playing on your lips “don’t know.”

he blinked once. then sat back just slightly, letting his hands rest firm on your hips, his thumbs pressing into the skin there

“Keep going” he said voice low but stern. “you’re asking for it.”

that tone, you loved when Sam got like this. half serious, half teasing made your thighs clench

“I didn’t miss you” you said again

he gave a soft mmhm, nodding slowly

“Okay” he said simply

then he patted his lap. and you knew you didn’t even need instruction climbing gently onto the bed beside him he stayed seated on the edge, legs spread

you laid yourself down across his lap, chest sinking into the mattress, the curve of your belly pressing flush to his cock still hard beneath his boxers. you ass arched up in the air

his hands found your ass instantly

“Goddamn” he muttered under his breath

he rubbed over the soft curves, spreading you just slightly to admire how the lace of your panties cut between them, how wet you already were beneath the fabric. his thumbs ran down the seam, and your hips twitched

“still say you didn’t miss me?” he asked

you nodded slowly, and he didn’t wait

the first slap landed across your right cheek, the sting immediate and hot. your body jerked forward with a startled gasp

“you sure?” he asked amused, rubbing the fresh pink mark

you moaned into the mattress, shifting your hips but nodding again

left cheek this time, sharp and just a little harder. your legs kicked once, involuntary and Sam chuckled low behind you, holding you easily in place

“That’s two” he warned. “want the rest?”

you whined, already breathless, you rubbed yourself subtly against the bulge under you

“Keep talking smart” he murmured, rubbing again, squeezing “see what happens.”

and god you wanted to

“no” you said again, voice whiny, muffled by the sheets as you shifted slightly across his lap. your thighs rubbed together in need “I didn’t miss you Sam…”

he exhaled long and low no more squeezing, no more rubbing

Instead he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties curling them down over the curve of your ass, over your thighs, down to your knees

“Look at you” he muttered, thumb parting your lips gently, watching the slick coat his thumb. “So fucking wet. from what, from lying to me?”

you whimpered, hips twitching, but he didn’t touch you further

instead he leaned in close. you felt his breath first cool air blowing gently across your pussy. the sudden chill against the mess you were making made you moan, knees instinctively trying to spread farther

“I dreamed about this” he said “every damn night. thought about your pussy while my hand wrapped around my cock jerking thinking about how you sounded begging for it.”

you whined again, hips rolling back, trying to press yourself into his face, your ass lifted higher

but Sam pulled back

you cried out softly, frustrated, already close to tears. you reached a hand back blindly, fingers grabbing at empty air, desperate to bring him closer

he didn’t say anything

the third slap then the fourth. right across the same cheek, making the skin there sting. you gasped, body moving helplessly on his lap, still grinding softly against his thigh even as he punished you

“you didn’t miss me” he said mocking, rubbing your cheeks

you whined, “sam-“

the fifth landed harder, both cheeks stinging, red and hot under his palm. you sobbed softly, hips jerking against him again, desperate for friction for more for anything

Sam rubbed over the marks soothing you, “you going to lie again?” he asked, voice dropping close to your ear as he leaned forward, hand trailing between your thighs. his fingers ran up your pussy, spreading your mess, pressing gently against your entrance

“no no just please touch me…” you whimpered

he pressed his weight down on you to keep you in place. and then he lowered his head

you felt the first kiss against your pussy just a brush of his lips, and then another just below your clit

you whimpered, hips twitching again, still pinned under his arm

“I missed this pussy” he breathed

then his tongue pushed in just the tip, he licked deep but slow, his tongue curling inside you, while you wiggled beneath him

“fuck please ”

you thighs clenched around his head as he dragged his tongue out, then began flicking it up and down your slit, fast, messy. his face buried in your pussy groaning into it

it was loud. his nose nudged your entrance as he mouthed your pussy, tongue moving in long strokes, nose and lips slick with you. he nuzzled deep practically fucking you with his face, his stubble scraping your thighs as he ate you

you moaned into the mattress, your hips rolling helpless against his mouth

then his hand came up again, squeezing your ass hard fingers digging into the sore spot of your reddened cheek. he spread you open more, spit running down your slit from the mess he was making with his mouth

and then SMACK

another sharp slap across your ass, landing loud and sudden, making your pussy jolt right against his mouth

his lips wrapped around your clit again sucking hard, then soft, then hard again

“you taste better than I remembered” he groaned, tongue dragging from your entrance up to your clit “I could eat you all fucking night.”

and from the way your body bucked into his face, from the way your moans came out needy and gasping, you believed him

he didn’t stop. spit down on your pussy, watching the the little drop glisten and roll down your swollen lips, then going back in to smear it messily with his tongue, his whole face covered in your slick and his spit. he moaned against you, tongue fucking you, then pulling back just to let another thick strand of spit drop onto your clit before licking it up again

you moans were soft babbles. “sam fuck… fuck me please need you need you now…”

his tongue left your pussy with one last slow lick up your slit, and then he pulled back suddenly, panting, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand

“Show me how bad you missed me.”

he dropped onto the bed, pulling his boxers down. his cock slapped up against his stomach long, hard, already leaking and flushed a nude pink

Sam reached for you, guiding you over him with strong hands on your hips. he helped you straddle him, his back against the pillows. his eyes never left your face as he leaned back and watched you hover

you reached between you, fingers curling around the thick base of his cock, his breath catching instantly. you ran the head through your pussy, back and forth, dragging it through the mess he made of you, teasing yourself open again

“Fuck” he hissed, hips twitching

you nudged him in slowly, just the tip, stretching your entrance wide then pulled back. did it again, and again, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, every muscle in his body visibly trying stay still beneath you

“Baby please” he breathed, head falling back against the headboard. “stop teasing I’m goning to fucking cum”

you lowered yourself fully in one slow slide, his cock stretching you inch by inch until you were seated to the base

sam moaned loud, his voice cracking as his eyes closed shut, head tipping back in pure pleasure. “god damn”

you stayed there for a moment, just grinding your hips in slow circles, feeling the stretch, the way he filled you completely, his cock twitching inside you

then you placed both palms on his warm broad chest, and used him for leverage as you began to move. you bounced slowly at first

Sam’s hands fell to your thighs, holding you there lazily at first, like he was too lost in the feel of your pussy to do anything but touch you. his mouth parted, soft grunts coming out as he watched you ride him

“just like that” he groaned, fingers gripping tighter “Fuck yourself on me- baby make me feel it.”

and you did

you bounced faster, thighs burning, your chest bouncing slightly with every thrust as you used him like he asked, like you needed to prove how bad you missed him

the look on his face was pure bliss. he was gone eyes half-lidded, lips parted, hands gripping harder now as his hips began to thrust up into you to meet your rhythm, groaning louder each time your pussy came down on him

“Can’t believe how fucking good you feel” he breathed. “Fuck I missed this missed you missed us…”

you rode him like you belonged there, every bounce made a new wet slap, skin meeting skin, his cock buried so deep. your hands pressed firm to his chest

Sam was a mess beneath you. his head tilted back against the pillows, jaw slack, lips parted and slick with spit, his eyes half-lidded with that dazed pussy-drunk look he only ever had for you. his hands slid up your thighs again, squeezing the flesh hard, then up to your hips to help guide you down harder, deeper, faster

“this pussy’s mine” Sam muttered, sitting up a little, wrapping one arm around your back so he could press you tighter against him. his mouth found your throat, breath hot as he thrust up into you. “say it. say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours always yours” you gasped, bouncing harder faster “no one else just you only you sam.”

he groaned fucking up into you now in pace with you

“nothing, nothing could ever feel this good” he said, “I don’t care how many times I jerked off thinking about you, dreaming of you none of it came close. just this pussy. just you. feels like fucking home.”

you gasped out, fingernails running down his chest

“I knew you missed me” he groaned, his voice turning strained “trying to lie, but this pussy? this pussy tells the truth.”

he slapped your ass again, hard, then gripped it, pulling you down onto him with all his strength

“You missed this cock didn’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck yes I missed you I missed your cock need it so bad” you sobbed

your pace hadn’t slowed if anything it grew more quick. sweat glistened along your forehead, your thighs trembling as you leaned forward, palms gripping the bed frame above his head for support

your breasts spilled forward slightly, the babydoll top useless now, sheer fabric bunched around your waist as your tits bounced freely above his face. Sam groaned like he was being gifted the best thing in the world. his hands slid up your stomach greedy and rough, guiding your body until he could lift his head and catch one nipple in his mouth

he sucked deeply, sealing his lips around it and sighing into your skin like all those months apart melted in that one mouthful of you. his tongue circled lazily, then flicked, teasing, his other hand gripping your waist while you continued riding him

and then without warning he gasped against your chest, hands suddenly locking around your hips

he lifted you

you gasped as your body was yanked off his cock in one quick pull, your pussy suddenly empty, your thighs tensed. you lost balance and fell forward, chest slamming to his mouth again

and Sam… Sam was groaning low, sticky warm cum getting all over his stomach, between your thighs. his mouth stayed latched to your hard nipple, tongue still swirling gently, even as his hips twitched beneath you with the last few releases

“Mmm shit” he groaned, voice muffled against your breast, eyes closing shut as his cock twitched and leaked against your thigh. “sorry baby… couldn’t hold it…”

his arms came around your waist then, strong and tight, hugging you down to him. his face was still buried in your chest, lips latching softly again, this time slow and soothing sucking gently

“next time” he murmured into your skin, kissing the curve of your breast, eyes still closed. “next time you’ll ride me till I cum inside you… fucking swear”

his hands rubbed lazy circles against your back, his breath warm against your chest, still suckling tenderly like he needed the closeness just as much as the pleasure. and you stayed there, held against him, his arms locked around you.

IK IF IM HAUNTING UUU, U MUST BE HAUNTING MEEE

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

tomboyism is so funny to me. gender non-conformity for girls is acceptable for like two minutes between the ages of 8 and 10. beyond that it’s appalling and you’re a freak but for those two years…… they could’ve had it all

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott takes care of you after a bad sunburn

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

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

“you ready?” he asked softly

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

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

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

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

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

you relaxed again, letting yourself lean into his touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you laughing at me?” he murmured

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

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

gon be out this summer 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤫

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

This obviously needed its own post and here it is, a collection of blog posts and resources I have found and used for my own writing, I hope they help you too! Go forth and write that spice!

The Smut Writers Dictionary By @maybeeatspaghetti Seriously, how many different way are there to write cock? Does anyone else wonder if they've used the word 'lips' too many times? Well, this is a good place to start!

The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut This is the first one I found and I go back to it frequently! There's also some great information about specific areas of sex that may not be common knowledge for first time writers!

How to Write Smut By @urfriendlywriter Another great source of information from different verbiage to use and a few tips to hel you along (giggity)

Smut Thesaurus By @prurientpuddlejumper just what it sounds like and you can never have too many words at your disposal.

6 Steps to Writing Better Sex By @chaoschaoswriting If you're at a loss or just want some more help this is antoher fantastic blog!

Writing Prompts NSFW By @seidenbros Need some dialogue? Or a story idea? Have a look!

#100 NSFW/Smut Dialogue Prompts By @a-cure-for-writers-block More? More. This is also a fantastic writing blog with lots to offer!

Intimate + Sexual Headcannon Questions By @petalsprompts Good questions to ask your characters to get to know them better and make more well rounded characters!

Smut & Mature (18+) Master List By @pendarling A great list dialogue prompts, scenarios, and helpful bits!

Poly NSFW Alphabet By @smaoineamhsalach Another great way to get to know your characters and maybe a handful of ideas for story ideas.

Kink Prompts Another from the previous blogger above and I didn't know what half of these are! I'll work on a kink dictionary next!

Writing Smut 101: Overcoming Smut Shame @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 There's a lot to be said for this particular subject! It's hard to write stuff like this, so how do you get over it? Start here!

How to Write a Kiss Scene By @youneedsomeprompts Yes!!! I still struggle with this one! There's a thousand ways to kiss, find your favorite!

Smut Oneliners By @deity-prompts you can never have enough one-liners!!

How to Write a (Great) Sex Scene Another great article for new smut writers

9 Tips for Writing Steamy Scenes More tips to help you wirte good steamy stuff!

How to Write Erotica and a Damn Fine Sex Scene A WEALTH if information on writing, structuring, and helpful tips!

@saradikahas a fantatic blog with graphics for you to use to add some fun to your posts. Things like MDNI Banners, 18+ Content Warnings, Support Your Favorite Writers and Reblog banners! They are free to use but she does ask that you reblog her stuff if you do! She's also a very talented writer and she writes some AMAZING Din Djarin stories!

Gay Sex Positions Guide This is a WONDERFUL adition and thank you so much @b7bubby for bringing this to my attention, I didn't have any resources for writing M/M fairings but this is a much needed addition to the spicy community! i've never written an M/M pairing and I feel like such an idiot for overlooking the need for a resource like this!

Writing the Perfect Kiss Scene provided by @writers-potiona fantastic little guide to writing better kisses!

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for the warfare-fic obsessed crew

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tommy loves finding new ways to fuck you

lotss of reqs for tommy x bunny ‹𝟹, JUST SMUT SMUT, wc 3k, inspired by a pic of kit connors biceps 👅

you let out a quiet gasp, surprised even though you knew it was coming your legs instinctively rose, wrapping around his waist, calves locking behind his back as your ass settled into his palms. you had never been carried like this let alone fucked in this position. you could feel the way his body adjusted, hips angling forward just enough for the hard press of his cock to drag along your pussy

he adjusted his grip again, hoisting you higher until your breasts were level with his mouth. he ducked his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple sucking, his tongue flicking back and forth until you moaned and arched into him

“Mmm fuck” he groaned against your skin. “you were made for this. made to be held and fucked like this”

he turned, carrying you toward the nearest wall, your body bouncing slightly with each step. every movement made your pussy glide along the length of his cock, his precum smearing across your folds

and then he pinned you to the wall, his hands bracing your thighs and his forehead pressed against yours

his mouth dropped to your neck first, dragging open-mouthed kisses down the slope of your throat, warm and wet, lips parting just enough to let his tongue glide over your skin. then came the suction hard and perfect his mouth locking onto the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, sucking deep until you whimpered and arched into him

you kicked softly, helplessly, legs tightening around his waist. you hips moved forward, seeking his cock, finding it pressed hot right against your slit. he hadn’t even slid inside yet

your hands clenched tighter around his neck as he moved lower, kissing a trail down the curve of your chest. his mouth reached the top swell of your breasts, tongue flicking against the curve, and then latched onto your nipple again

his tongue swirled around the bud, his lips sealing tight as he sucked hard, slurping softly. he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch of your brow, every parting of your lips

“Yeah” he murmured between licks “sucking these sweet tits while I’ve got you up here… fuck bunny.”

you moaned, your legs kicking weakly on his lower back

“Shit, look at you gripping me so tight” he teased, switching to your other nipple, tongue flicking hard before sucking it in and making your back arch. “legs trembling, pussy leaking all over me already, and I haven’t even put it in yet.”

your head fell back, whimpering, overwhelmed. he pulled on your nipple, tugged gently, then released with a wet pop, his breath ragged as he stared up at you

“You want it don’t you?” he asked, “want to be fucked while I hold you here, keep you wide open, slam my cock in deep while your pretty little tits bounce for me.”

“yes Tommy, please” you moaned, your fingers pressing into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, wanting more, wanting everything.

he laughed softly he kissed your chest again, then your neck, his cock grinding hard between your wet folds.

“say it, say you want me to carry you while I fuck that pussy.”

“I want it” you gasped, hips grinding against him, voice high and desperate. “I want you to fuck me like this please Tommy-”

Tommy shifted his hold, lifting you just an inch higher so your weight rested perfectly in his arms, the warmth of your wet pussy pressed tight to the hard head of his cock. but he didn’t move to fuck you just yet no, he leaned forward, pressing one more kiss to your mouth, then pulled back just far enough to look you in the eyes

“need to make sure you’re ready bunny” he murmured voice rough, “can’t just shove this cock in. gotta see if that sweet little hole can take it.”

he knelt just a little, adjusting the position of your thighs in his arms, opening you wider, and then one hand slipped down between your bodies. his fingers dragged along your slit, slow and teasing, parting your folds until he found how wet you already were. then he pressed one thick finger inside you

you gasped, body jerking in his arms as his finger slid in deep, he moved it slow, curling and pumping, watching the way your eyes closed, the way your mouth fell open with a soft moan

“You hear that?” he murmured, finger fucking you slow, the wet sounds loud between your legs. “That sloppy little noise your pussy makes?”

he added a second finger, stretching you just enough to make your breath catch again, and he watched, always watched your face as you clung to him tighter, legs quivering around his waist

after a few more strokes, he pulled out, your slick clinging to his fingers without looking away from you, he reached down, wrapped that slick hand around his cock, and gave himself a long, slow stroke from base to tip, groaning deep in his throat as your juices coated him

“that’s better” he muttered, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in yet, just rubbing the tip up and down your slit, gathering more slick, smearing it along the flushed tip. “you ready for me, bunny? ready to get filled?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically. “yes, yes Tommy”

he kissed you once more, then pulled back just enough to line himself up properly. the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and then slowly so slowly he began to push in

you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the stretch began

“That’s it” he grunted, voice strained now, “Fucking tight. just how I like it. going to stretch you one inch at a time bunny feel every bit of me.”

and he did. Inch by inch, he fed his cock into you, letting you feel every vein and ridge

you could feel how he filled you, how his cock dragged against your walls with each inch, making you pussy clench around him

your hips twitched as you tried to lower yourself, to take him faster

but he wasn’t letting that happen. his grip on your thighs stayed firm, controlling the pace. he wanted you to feel it feel how much you were being opened

“That’s it, bunny” he rasped, sweat beading at his temple. “so fucking snug shit you feel me, don’t you? deep. so deep already.”

and then with one final, slow push he bottomed out

you whined, head dropping against his shoulder, whole body trembling from the fullness, the way his cock filled you completely

Tommy let out a low sigh, “Goddamn” he breathed, lips against your ear. “you got me all the way in. took it like a good fucking girl.”

you could barely respond, still gasping, your pussy snugging around the thick length now buried inside you

he held you there, still for just a moment, letting your body adjust, letting you both feel the perfect pressure

then he smiled, and whispered against your ear “going to ruin you for anyone else in this fucking base” and he kept going “no man alive going to fuck you like this. not a man who could.”

you barely had time to moan before he moved gripping your ass tight in both hands, fingers digging into the flesh, and then he pulled you down hard as he thrust up, his cock going into you with a sharp wet slap

his arms flexed with every bounce, lifting you up, using the grip on your ass, then bringing you back down onto his cock. again and again. hips snapping upward with each thrust, making your tits bounce against his chest

“Feel that?” he panted, eyes locked on your face as he fucked up into you. “That’s your pussy taking every inch, clenching like she knows I belong there.“

the sound of your wet pussy swallowing his cock could be heard through the room with each thrust, mixed with your moans, sharp gasps, his rough grunts. your head fell back, body limp in his grip except where you clung to him

then he slapped your ass hard.

“Tommy!”

his mouth curled up in a small smile at your squeal, then did it again, palm smaking against your skin with that perfect mix of pain and heat. your pussy clenched around him at the impact, and he groaned

“Yeah, that’s it” he hummed. “You like it when I hit that ass, don’t you? little bunny likes it rough, huh?”

you nodded frantically, hips rocking against him, your whole body grinding on his cock now, fucked into submission and still needy for more

he squeezed your ass hard, kneading it, spreading your cheeks as he fucked in deeper. “gonna mark you up so everyone on this base knows who fucks you best. going to fuck you like this legs wrapped around me, you crying on my cock”

another slap and you whimpered, the sting spreading across your skin

“You close, bunny?” he whispered right against your mouth, his thrusts not slowing for a second. “You gonna finish just like this? carried, spread, used?”

your response was a ragged moan

he kissed your shoulder, one more deep thrust burying him all the way to the base as he groaned through his teeth “Come on, bunny fucking milk me.”

he gripped your ass tighter, both hands, full and greedy, and squeezed hard before fucking you down onto his cock again, harder this time

“Fuck, love this ass” he grunted, “bouncing all over my cock, hear that shit?”

you couldn’t even answer. your mouth was open, lips parted in a helpless little o-shape, eyes rolling slightly as his constant thrusting destroyed your ability to speak. you were moaning loud, needy, messy the sound of a girl who had completely given in. a girl who wanted it this way.

Tommy noticed.

“what’s the matter?” he cooed, “fucked my girl dumb already?” he bucked harder, making your back arch “that’s right.”

you whimpered, biting your lip to keep it all in, but he didn’t let up. his pace grew quicker hips slamming up, the squelch of your slick pussy being stuffed full again and again, the soft clap of your ass meeting his hips, Tommy’s praises in your ear

“Can’t get over this ass” he panted, slapping it again, his fingers digging into the red, tender skin. “So soft, so perfect. wish I could fuck you raw every night.”

you were babbling now nonsense between moans, choked little whimpers of his name, desperate cries of fuck, yes, more, and please but it all came out in jumbles.

he kissed you hard silencing your garbled moans with his mouth, tongue sliding in, while he fucked you through the kiss, using your ass as leverage to drive you down on his cock over and over

one of his hands slipped free from your thigh

you barely had time to understand what he was doing before you felt him press his fingers down between your bodies, and suddenly fuck he was rubbing your clit

“Yeah, there it is” he groaned, fingers sliding over the wet bundle of nerves, his touch just rough enough to make your hips buck involuntarily. “This little nub’s so fucking swollen so ready for me. can feel it. can feel your close, huh?”

you let your sweet moans come out your mouth in mumbles as his thrusts slammed up into you, cock so deep, while his fingers circled your clit. your head dropped forward against his shoulder, your arms trembling as you held on tighter

your pussy clenched around him, and he felt it, grunted when you milked him

“That’s it” he rasped, jaw clenched as his cock twitched inside you “gonna make this pussy leak till there’s nothing left in you.”

the slick sounds between your legs got wetter, louder, with his quick thrusts and the swirl of his fingers over your clit. you were a sticky mess down both your thighs and his, coating his cock, his hand

he kissed your neck again, hard right before groaning

you could feel your orgasm coming close, so close as your pussy spasmed around his cock as he pounded you through it

“Fuck yes” he moaned, hand gripping your ass again to fuck you harder into his cock as it twitched, thick and deep

then with a ragged, breath against your neck, he came spurts of thick cum flooding your pussy, his cock jerking inside you as he filled you up, as deep as he could get

you were trembling in his arms, dripping down his cock, still twitching around him while he groaned into your hair, hips slowly thrusting to work every last drop into you

“leaking now” he breathed, almost laughing with how good it felt, how messy you were. “just like I wanted. stuffed full of me. ruined.”

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

reblogging for any of you other Warfare-fic-hungry people (cuz God knows we’re starving out here)

Nasty

Elliot x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re close. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Erik's in for it now.

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About me ~

Fandoms : Warfare (2025), Stranger Things, TMR, The Bear (but let’s be real, only for Will Poulter), The 100, and probably more that i’m forgetting

Artists: Tame Impala, Fleetwood Mac, Lana Del Rey, Amy Winehouse

Hobbies: reading, watching psychological thriller films (fun fact: i actually strongly dislike horror), shopping, WRITING (i’ve never posted anything though)

Classic Movies (older): 10 Things I Hate About You, The Notebook, 50 First Dates

Fictional Characters: anybody played by Will Poulter, anybody played by Joseph Quinn, Tommy (Warfare 2025), Elliot (Warfare 2025), Thomas (TMR), Newt (TMR), Steve Harrington (took a while to warm up to him but he’s chill now), Bucky Barnes (specifically with long hair) -more to be added

Characters I would write for: any of the fictional characters listed above this.

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“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. we taking turns on Bunny now?”

Sam.

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

Erik and Elliott don’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goddamn, Bunny…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click.

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

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

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

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

and then it’s just Erik.

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

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

you nod weakly. “mhmm..”

“I’ll clean you up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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