#ray warfare

[warfaredoll]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 • 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 • 🍂 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 • 𝐀𝐔’𝐬

ത new—Ray x f!reader, Elliott x f!reader, Sam x f!reader

— 𝐑𝐚𝐲 ❤︎‬

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 your last night with your boyfriend Ray

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 Ray is about to feel a whole lot closer to home

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 Ray is about to feel a whole lot closer to home again

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 horny calls with Ray

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 Ray knows exactly how to take care of his girl

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 Ray was always disciplined, proud and careful. but one night, one mission, tests both of you.

𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 munch!Ray who loves eating pussy

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 Tommy and Ray’s turn with barracks bunny!reader

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

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 Ray’s favorite part about being on watch duty is being able to indulge in sweet thoughts about you.

[soon] 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? Erik & Ray x barracks bunny!reader

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 Ray is sorry for being gone for so long

[soon] 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 last night with ex!Ray

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 Ray wouldn’t mind Tommy using those sweet pictures you send him would he?

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 Ray finally comes back home but not without bringing along a couple friends. for Tommy this was going to be harder than he expected.

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 the only place your not Ray’s is in Tommy’s dreams

𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 a simple encounter with Tommy in a grocery store leaves him love struck

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 Tommy loves finding new ways to fuck barracks bunny!reader

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

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 Tommy and Ray’s turn with barracks bunny!reader

𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 Tommy shows you just how strong he is

𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 virgin!readers first time with tommy

[soon] 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 bsf!reader x Tommy

— 𝐒𝐚𝐦

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” Elliott, Sam & Erik filling up barracks bunny!reader

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 waking up horny and needy with Sam right next to you

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 a small joke turns into you laid over his lap.

𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 helping Sam adjust mentally and physically

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 sucking Sam’s dick for the first time

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 lazy morning sex with sam

𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰 sam loves his girl head to toe and he’s not afraid to show it

— 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” Elliott, Sam & Erik filling up barracks bunny!reader

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 Erik and his growing feelings for barracks bunny!reader

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 Erik coming home to his sweet wife who can’t help but become a emotional mess

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 welcome home sex with Erik

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

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲 watching Erik become a father was one of the sweetest things

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

[soon] 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? Erik & Ray x barracks bunny!reader

[soon] 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 Erik x barracks bunny!reader

— 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” Elliott, Sam & Erik filling up barracks bunny!reader

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

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 Elliott shaving off the mustache you love so much, but he makes it up to you.

𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚 your last night with Elliott before he leaves for good

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

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

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

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 your husband Elliott starts feeling the distance of deployment weighing in.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

[bradleybeachbabe]

I visit your inbox with a humble request (lol): The warfare men having cute ice cream dates with their respective partners. They can go out, they can stay home, the ice cream date can occur after an argument (used as a way to make up), one of the men could meet their future partner after bumping into them by accident on the beach, making them drop their ice cream and then buying them another one to replace it, etc.

Or whatever you want 😆

Ice Cream | Warfare x Fem!Reader

warnings: none, just fluff!

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: you have no idea how much i love this request! also if you want me to ever expand on any of these blurbs, i’ll be happy to! also, i do mention downtown san diego in this since i have done research that navy seals are stationed at the naval amphibious base which is on coronado island, in san diego. also, another thing is that i mention a phone, but to be more specific it’s a flip phone. lastly, i wanna say thanks to @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me!🫶🏻

© bradleybeachbabe , do not steal or translate my work

Erik: You recently told Erik that you got the job position that you always wanted. He was beyond happy for you. He knew how much you wanted the job position, so you getting it meant so much to him. Since you got the job position, Erik wanted to celebrate. So, you and him went out for ice cream.

“I still can’t believe that I got the job position. I feel like I'm dreaming, and I didn't get it, but I did,” you said excitedly after you took a bite of your ice cream.

“I'm so proud of you, baby. You deserve it so much.”

You smiled at what Erik said. It made you so happy that your boyfriend was so proud of you. He has been your number one supporter through everything.

“Thank you, baby. That means a lot to me.”

You and Erik continued eating the ice cream that you two got and just enjoyed each other’s company and talked about whatever came across your guy's minds, and more about your job position and when you officially start the job. The two of you couldn’t ask for a better moment than this.

Tommy: Tommy got done with some training late. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. And he felt bad about it since he promised that he would be home around six. But now, it’s a little past nine, and he’s finally heading back home to you. He knew that you were gonna be upset about him coming home sorta late, so he thought that he would stop by the store to buy some ice cream to make it up to you.

Tommy bought your favorite flavor of ice cream and exited the store and headed back to his car.

When Tommy arrived back at your shared apartment, he was hoping that you were still awake. He didn't want you to go to bed upset since he got home later than he expected. Luckily though, when he walked into the apartment, he saw that you were fully awake, and you were loading the dishwasher with dirty dishes.

“Here let me finish it up,” Tommy said as he came up behind you.

You just decided to give in and have Tommy finish up the rest.

“I'm sorry that the training exercise went longer than I expected,” Tommy said as he bent over to put a dirty plate into the dishwasher. “Also I know that you’re probably upset about that since I promised I would be home around six, so I bought your favorite ice cream on the way home from work,” he said as he stood back upright. “I hope that makes you feel a little bit better about the situation.”

You couldn’t really stay upset at Tommy. It wasn't his fault that he had to stay longer at base for work. Things happen. You nodded your head, “It does make me feel better. Plus, it’s not your fault that you had to stay longer for work,” you reassured him.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he closed the dishwasher after he put the last of the dirty dishes in. “Because I feel bad for breaking my promise to you.”

“Tommy,” you said as you placed both of your hands on each cheek of his. “Yes, I'm sure.”

He just nodded his head.

“So, about that ice cream you bought?” you signaled Tommy that you wanted some.

“I never thought you would have asked,” he smiled.

You and Tommy spent the rest of the night just eating ice cream and talking about how his training went. These are the moments that you and Tommy love the most. Ones that you’ll cherish forever.

Elliott: It was a simple understanding, that ended up in a small argument. Elliott didn’t mean it to happen, but sadly it did. The argument resulted in you getting upset, and Elliott beating himself over it. He never liked seeing you upset, so he thought he would make it up to you, by you two going out for ice cream.

“Am I still in the dog house with you or am I forgiven?” Elliott asked you as you two sat down at one of the tables that were outside of the ice cream shop.

You quietly laughed and looked down at your ice cream when you sat across from Elliott at the table. You looked back at him, “You are forgiven,” you said.

Elliott sighed in relief, “Good because I don't think I could have gone another minute without you talking to me.”

You thought what Elliott said was cute. If it was the other way around, you probably wouldn’t be able to go so long without talking to him. Granted, the small argument between you and Elliott, you are glad that he decided to make it up to you and apologize about it before you two went out to get ice cream.

Ray: You and Ray went out for dinner. You had dinner at a fancy steakhouse located in the downtown area of San Diego. The food was good and you two both enjoyed it. You two were both planning on going back to the restaurant eventually.

When you two exited the restaurant, you decided to walk down the streets of downtown. It wasn't too cold outside since it was early summer, so it was the perfect weather to walk.

While you two were walking, you saw an ice cream shop on the other side of the street.

“Let's go across the street and get ice cream,” you suggested to Ray.

“Okay,” he nodded his head.

You and Ray safely crossed the street. When you two stepped into the ice cream shop. There weren't so many people inside, which was surprising since it was a Saturday night, but that wasn’t a problem or anything like that.

You and Ray both were looking at all of the flavors. There were so many that you could choose from. You weren’t sure if you should go ahead and try a new flavor or get the same one that you always get when you go out for ice cream.

“Should I try a new flavor? Or just stick with what I usually get?” you asked Ray. You wanted his opinion since you couldn’t make up your mind.

“Try a new flavor,” he chose. “You can never go wrong with trying a new flavor.”

“What flavor should I get then?” you asked your boyfriend.

“You should try cake batter. I heard that it’s really good,” Ray suggested.

“Cake batter, it is.”

You ordered cake butter flavored while Ray decided to order strawberry cheesecake.

After Ray paid for yours and his ice cream. You two found a bench right outside of the ice cream shop, sat down, and enjoyed your ice cream and enjoyed being with each other. You couldn’t ask for a better way to end the night with your boyfriend.

Frank: “Let’s go out for ice cream,” you suggested. You two weren’t doing that much, besides just hanging around inside your shared apartment. Plus, you thought it would be a good thing to get out for a while. So, that’s what you and Frank did.

The ice cream shop was a very popular spot. It wasn’t too far from the base and from your shared apartment. Also, it’s a frequent space that you and Frank visit too.

“Did you get what you always get?” Frank asked you after he paid for yours and his ice cream.

“Of course I did. You can never go wrong with chocolate chip cookie dough,” you smiled. “What about you? Did you get what you usually get?”

“Nope,” Frank shook his head. “I decided to get coffee flavored instead.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, “How can you eat coffee flavored ice cream? I love coffee, but I can't picture myself eating it.”

Frank just shrugged his shoulders, “You’re missing out.”

“No, I don't think so,” you shook your head. Afterward, you couldn’t help but laugh at what you said. You love to bully Frank (in a loving way though.)

“You’re so funny, you know that,” he said to you.

“I know, but you love me,” you teased.

“You’re right about that,” Frank said proudly.

You smiled at Frank's response. Frank was never afraid to show his feelings how he feels about you, and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

Sam: Sam didn’t mean it to happen. He didn’t mean to accidentally bump into you and knock your ice cream out of your hands. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and he took full responsibility for that.

“Oh my gosh. I'm very sorry. I should have been paying attention,” Sam said as he was helping you clean up the ice cream mess.

“No, you’re fine. Please don’t worry about it. I can always go back in and buy another one. It’s no problem,” you reassured him.

“No, please. Let me buy it for you," Sam offered.

“Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

So, that’s what Sam did. He went back into the ice cream for you and bought you another one.

“Here you go,” Sam said as he walked out of the ice cream shop and handed a new cone of ice cream to you.

“Is there any way that I can return the favor? So then we can be even,” you asked when you took the ice cream from Sam.

“Maybe I could get your number? So then we can go out and get dinner, "Sam suggested without any hesitation in his voice.

When Sam said that, you felt butterflies form in your stomach. You couldn't believe that he wanted your number so then you could plan on going out to dinner with each other.

“Of course,” you happily accepted.

You and Sam both exchanged numbers.

“I'll see you sometime soon,” Sam said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“See you sometime soon,” you smiled.

You and Sam parted ways. As you did, you had a huge smile on your face. You still can’t believe that you got asked out on a dinner date. You have a feeling that it’s gonna turn out right. And you can't wait to see Sam again. The same goes for him, he can't wait to see you again.

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[cosmosbabydoll]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 🔞 MDNI!!!

This includes Elliott, Tommy, Erik, Sam, Ray, and Frank

MDNI!! strong sexual content, anatomical headcanons (size, grooming, etc.), language, mentions of choking and other physical restraints, other kinks, and adult themes

Headcanons will include: Size (Length and Girth), Curve, if they’re Circumcised (Cut or Uncut), Grooming (if they’re Shaved), how they get when they’re Needy, what Sounds they make, Favourite Position, how many Rounds, Kinks, how they are giving or receiving Oral, are they a Dom or Sub, Weak Spots, how they are when they’re Jealous, how they act Post-Nut, Aftercare, and how they act the Morning After.

NONE OF THESE ARE TRUE FACTS THIS IS JUST MY IMAGINATION!!!!

Elliott

Length: 7.5 inches

Girth: Thick , heavy, fully stretching

Curve: Slight downward

Cut/Uncut: Uncut - natural, raw, little rough around the edges

Shaved?: Trimmed, not shaved - he’s not worried about being perfectly groomed, but he keeps it under control

Needy: Rough desperation—more action than words. His body says what he won’t.

Sounds: Deep, gravelly moans into your neck. His voice drops lower when he’s close, with breathy swears and growls.

Favourite Position: Doggy with your head pressed into the pillow—he loves watching himself disappear into you.

Rounds: 2-3, but long sessions—he doesn’t rush.

Kinks: Breath play, rough grip, control, silent power—he’s into submission

Oral (Giving/Receiving): Obsessed with eating you out—buries himself like it’s a mission. Receiving? Quiet, clenched fists, near-feral if you look up at him while doing it.

Dom/Sub Energy: 100% dom—but not vocal about it. He doesn’t command, he expects.

Weak Spots: The side of his neck and inner thighs—kiss there, and he twitches

Jealousy in Bed: Doesn’t talk about it—he’ll just fuck you so hard you forget anyone else’s name.

Post-Nut Personality: Stares at the ceiling for a second like he’s still processing, then quietly reaches for you.

Aftercare: Slow. He cleans you up quietly, barely says a word, but his touch is gentle—thumb brushing your thigh, a soft kiss to your temple before he pulls you into his chest

Morning After: Silently makes coffee, sets it on the nightstand. Says nothing. But stays.

Tommy

Length: 6.5 inches

Girth: Average, smooth

Curve: Slight upward

Cut/Uncut: Cut

Shaved?: Mostly shaved

Needy: Whimpers. Clings to you, Stutters through praise

Sounds: Gasps, shaky moans, lots of “please”

Favourite Position: Missionary with your legs over his shoulders—wants to see your face, kiss you between thrusts

Rounds: 3-4, especially if you baby him—he’s eager to please

Kinks: Praise kink, calling you “baby,” having his back scratched, being called “good boy”

Oral (Giving/Receiving): Loves giving. Will stay between your thighs for hours if you let him. When receiving? Moans loud, hips bucking like he’s overwhelmed because he probably is

Dom/Sub Energy: Soft sub who loves being led—melts when you take over but tries to be good for you

Weak Spots: Nape of his neck and behind his knees—touch them, he whimpers

Jealousy in Bed: Gets needy—holds tighter, begs softly, says things like “only mine, right?”

Post-Nut Personality: Blushy, quiet. Can’t stop smiling into your skin

Aftercare: The softest. Wraps you in a blanket, grabs water, kisses every inch of you, and asks if you’re okay at least five times

Morning After: Cooks you breakfast shirtless and can’t stop looking at you like you’re the best part of his life

Erik

Length: 7 inches

Girth: Thicker than expected

Curve: Slight leftward

Cut/Uncut: Cut

Shaved?: Neatly trimmed

Needy: Fights it until it breaks—then it’s fast, messy, desperate

Sounds: Breathless grunts, clenched jaw “fuck”s

Favourite Position: Against the wall—he loves the control, the grip of your thighs around his waist

Rounds: 2 max—he gives it everything in those two

Kinks: Hair pulling, light pain (giving and receiving), authority roleplay, handcuffs

Oral (Giving/Receiving): Loves receiving but is low-key dangerous with his mouth—rough, focused, eye contact locked in

Dom/Sub Energy: Switch, but leans dom. Has a thing for you being tied down

Weak Spots: His back and ears—scratches make him go feral

Jealousy in Bed: Rougher. Talks more. Asks who makes you feel like this and answers for you

Post-Nut Personality: Runs a hand through his buzz cut and says something cocky, but kisses your shoulder like he means it

Aftercare: Practical but sweet—cleans you up, helps you into his shirt, and pulls you onto his lap like you’re still his mission

Morning After: Hums while making toast. Acts casual. Is not casual

Sam

Length: 7.2 inches

Girth: Lean and veiny

Curve: Upward

Cut/Uncut: Uncut

Shaved?: Natural

Needy: Nervous hands, flushed face, asking for permission even when he doesn’t need to

Sounds: Whines, shaky sighs, soft moans like he’s unraveling

Favourite Position: Cowgirl (slow grind)—he wants to watch you, feel every squeeze, and let you take control

Rounds: 3, maybe 4 if you’re both a little feral

Kinks: Power shift—loves when you dominate him despite his usual confidence. Choking, overstimulation, pet names

Oral (Giving/Receiving): Whines when you go down on him. Shakes. Giving? Tongue-heavy, sloppy, messy

Dom/Sub Energy: Secret sub. Desperate sub. He hides it until you make him beg

Weak Spots: Behind his ears and his hips—like there, and he crumbles

Jealousy in Bed: Rougher. Whimpers while he fucks into you like it’s punishment—for him and you

Post-Nut Personality: Breathless, totally dazed. Holds you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish

Aftercare: Rambly and affectionate—runs his hands over you like he’s memorizing you, whispers “you okay?” between forehead kisses

Morning After: Can’t stop kissing you. Makes a dumb joke to hide how clingy he’s feeling.

Ray

Length: 6.8 inches

Girth: Sleek and satisfying

Curve: None

Cut/Uncut: Uncut

Shaved?: Trimmed

Needy: Teasing but desperate—cocky smile fading when you touch him right

Sounds: Deep, low moans, dirty talk with a shaky edge

Favourite Position: Spooning—slow thrusts, hands on your chest, lips on your shoulder

Rounds: 3-5–he’s young, cocky, and has stamina

Kinks: Mutual teasing, mirror sex, lip biting, public risk—he likes the idea of being caught

Oral (Giving/Receiving): Giving? Playful, all tongue, long eye contact. Receiving? Talks you through it—“just like that, baby.”

Dom/Sub Energy: Chaotic switch. If you top him, he eggs you on. If he tops, it’s wild and rough

Weak Spots: Inner arms and collarbones. Light kisses there make him shiver

Jealousy in Bed: Teases first, then turns possessive. Marks you up good

Post-Nut Personality: Cracks a joke. Still wants more. Smiles like you just handed him the world

Aftercare: Playful and warm—runs you a bath, brings you snacks, keeps touching you like he’s not ready to stop

Morning After: Wrapped around you like a koala. Makes you both late

Frank

Length: 7.3 inches

Girth: Wide, fills you up

Curve: Slight upward righty

Cut/Uncut: Cut

Shaved?: Mostly shaved

Needy: Tries to stay composed—fails. Grinds into you like he needs it

Sounds: Growls, gasps, whispers your name like it’s sacred

Favourite Position: On your stomach, one leg hiked up—he likes the control and the view

Rounds: 2-3, but round 1 lasts forever

Kinks: Dirty talk, possessiveness, marking, slow grinding, neck grabbing

Oral (Giving/Receiving): Obsessed with your taste. Makes you come at least twice before he fucks you. Receiving? Groans, holds your head but stays still out of respect

Dom/Sub Energy: Total dom. Gentle if he loves you. Relentless if he’s jealous

Weak Spots: The base of his neck and his hip dips. Tongue + hands there = meltdown

Jealousy in Bed: Dead silent. Just stares you down and fucks you like it’s your punishment for looking at someone else

Post-Nut Personality: Intense eye contact. Quiet “you okay?” and then buries his face in your neck

Aftercare: Protective and grounded—wraps you in his arms, hums against you back, whispers praises while stroking your hair

Morning After: Makes strong coffee and kisses your shoulder without a word. Lets his actions say it all

I have more ideas for these so lmk if you want a part 2 😼😼😼

@cosmosbabydoll

[starrrzer]

If Only You Knew How Much I Missed You

Elliott (warfare) x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Elliott, or you should say your ex boyfriend, had sent you a letter almost a year after you broke up.

Word Count: 1857

Tags: Angst, Exes to lovers, some swearing (not much), fluff, gender neutral reader, no physical description of the reader

I think that’s everything but if I’ve missed something please let me know!

Note: This is my first fic/au ahhhh. I hope you all like it!! This fic is set before the events of the movie

Feel free to leave any comments or criticisms and please don’t hesitate to send any fic requests either!!

❗️This fic is NOT to romanticise the plot of the film or the actual people that the characters in the film were based on ❗️

(The writing in bold are the letters that both characters sent)

Everyone else was already asleep. Elliott should be asleep too but instead here he was, in the quiet of his shared accommodation, scribbling feverishly in his notebook. The only light in the room was coming from the open window next to his bunk.

He was writing a letter. A letter he wasn’t sure he had the guts to actually send.

A letter to you.

He may have started writing this letter because he was shipping off from base for his next mission in the morning but that didn’t make what he was writing any less true. It didn’t make his feelings any less true.

Once he had finished pouring his heart out on paper, he read what he had written once more before carefully tearing the pages out of his notebook and folding them into thirds. He grabbed a crisp white envelope from his desk drawer and slid the letter into it.

He wrote your address on the front of the envelope and stashed it under his pillow, hiding it from the prying eyes of his roommate, Sam. He told himself that he would decide in the morning if he would send the letter or stash it away with the other letters he had written to you over the past year.

Elliott woke up early the following morning, earlier than he should have considering he was being shipped off today.

Elliott had tossed and turned all night trying to figure out if he should send it. He wasn’t sure if you were even single. He wouldn’t want to get in the way of your new relationship.

He eventually decided that he was just going to send the letter. What’s the worst that could happen right? He rationalised his decision by thinking that he might die during this mission and he may never have another chance to tell you how he feels.

He got dressed in his uniform as quickly as possible. He wanted to post the letter and get back to his bunk before anyone from his team saw him.

He wouldn’t know how to explain his actions if they did see him. How could he tell them about his moment of weakness? How could he tell them that he was so distracted by the thought of you that he hadn’t even given their newest assignment a single thought since he was told about it?

He returned back to the barracks so that he could grab his pack.

“Elliott? Where did you go?” Sam questioned when he saw Elliott open the door to their room.

“Just out. Wanted some air, I guess” Elliott muttered.

If Sam offered a reply, Elliott didn’t hear it. He was stuck in his own thought. What if you had moved on? What if the letter didn’t arrive? What if it arrived after something terrible had happened to him?

No.

He couldn’t think that. He had a mission to focus on.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

It had been almost a year since he had ripped your heart from your chest and smashed it into a million pieces.

You were over it, over him. At least that’s what you told people. The truth is, you couldn’t get past what he did to you, especially after he completely disappeared the very same day. Disappeared to some unknown country to do who knows what.

When the letter came you didn’t know what to do. You had immediately recognised the handwriting on the envelope, of course you had.

When you saw who had written it your heart stopped. A million questions raced through your head. Was he okay? Had something terrible happened? Why was he contacting you after all these months?

You carefully picked the letter up from where it had fallen from the letterbox in the front door of your house.

You slowly turned the letter over in your hands and, with shaking hands and your heart in your throat, started to tear the envelope open.

You pulled the ink filled pages out of the envelope and was immediately hit with an oh so familiar smell. A sent that you could only associate with him. Chewing tobacco, sweat and the cologne that you bought him for your last Christmas together. Not that you knew it would be your last Christmas together at the time.

You unfolded the letter and started reading.

Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this in a letter. I should be saying this to you in person but what other choice do I have?

I’ve written and rewritten this letter over and over again throughout the past year, trying to find the best way to say this.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Even after all this time. I understand that you probably want nothing to do with me at this point, especially after how I ended things, but I couldn't not tell you how I feel.

I still love you.

I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel the same way but I just had to tell you. I’m being sent out on a mission, one that I probably won’t come back from. I didn’t want to die knowing that you hate me. That you don’t know how I really feel about you, how I still feel about you.

Words cannot express how sorry I am about how I ended things. I should have handled it in a better, more mature way but you know I never liked Isack and seeing you being THAT friendly with him made me feel self conscious.

Throughout our entire relationship I was waiting for you to find someone better than me and leave. I guess I was too blinded by my own feelings that I didn’t think about how you would never do something like that. How you had never even given me a reason to think that you WOULD do something like that.

I’ve never regretted anything more in my life. I’m the biggest idiot in the world for letting you go.

I hope that one day you will forgive me and that we can move past it. I’m asking you for a second chance. Is that something that is on the table for us?

I don’t expect to hear back from you so please don’t feel obligated to do so.

Always yours, Elliott x

You couldn’t breathe. You sank to the floor, your back pressed against the wall, the letter still clutched tightly in your hand.

He still loved you.

He still loved you.

You knew that you had to write him back. You rushed to your feet and scrambled to your bedroom. You found a pen and paper and started writing.

You wrote the thoughts that had been circulating in your head for the last year. You wrote until you couldn’t write anymore.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

Elliott had completely forgotten about the letter he had sent to you. The mission he had been sent on had turned into a complete and total shit-show. Blood, sweat and injured soldiers showered his surroundings. He had no time to think about anything other than what was happening right in front of him.

Which is why, when they got back to base, he was so confused when Erik had informed him that he had received six letters. Who did he have to receive letters from? He had no family, no partner, no friends outside of the Navy.

He ripped the first letter open and his breath immediately hitched. It was a letter from you.

He couldn’t believe you had actually replied. Elliott, if he was being entirely honest with himself, wasn’t really expecting a reply from you.

I wasn’t expecting to hear from you ever again, especially not after the last time we saw each other.

When you broke up with me you hurt me deeply and those feelings of hurt aren’t just going to go away. Yes, they have definitely died down but not enough time has passed between us for them to disappear completely.

With that being said, I still love you too. I know that makes me sound like I haven’t moved on, like I haven’t tried to move on but it’s the truth. I haven’t been able to get rid of my feelings for you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we broke up.

I’m glad you were the one to reach out first. I’ve wanted to, I’ve REALLY wanted to but I was too scared that you wouldn’t want me again.

If you really do feel the way you said you did in your letter and this isn’t some sick joke you are playing because you are bored, then I’d be willing to try again with you.

We would take it slow, obviously, and We would start from the beginning, not from where we left off last time.

I hope this letter finds you well.

Good luck on your mission. <3

Would he be willing to restart a relationship with you? Of course he would! He would have to be a mad man not too. He was clearly crazy for letting you go the first time and now that he has been given a second chance, you bet your ass he is going to grab it and cling onto it like a lifeline.

He couldn’t write you back yet. He promised himself that he would do it as soon as he got back to base.

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Weeks went by and you received no reply from Elliott. You weren’t *that* worried about it considering that he had told you he was going on a mission. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to respond when he was away from base.

But as the weeks turned into a month and then two, your nerves started to take over. What if something had happened to him?

You had both said that you wanted to start over with your relationship but what if he had just said that because he couldn’t find anyone else and he assumed that you would always be an option for him?

You started to doubt whether he truly meant what he had written to you. You knew that this was irrational considering he still hadn’t replied. You had heard from Erik’s wife that the mission was over weeks ago and that they had already returned back to base. So why hadn’t he written you back?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by someone knocking on your front door. you rushed to the door, assuming that it was someone delivering a parcel to you or maybe a letter from Elliott.

You flung the door open and came face to face with someone’s chest. You lifted your eyes to the persons face and froze.

“Hey”

“Elliott?” You whispered.

“Yeah. Hi” was all he said. He sounded breathless when he spoke your name.

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulled him into a tight embrace. He dropped the bags he had been holding in order to catch you. The two of you stood like that, on your front doorstep, for who knows how long before Elliott broke the silence.

“If only you knew how much I missed you”

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

good dick will have you folded up! 🥨

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — he always starts slow, always looks at you first. those sweet tired eyes locking with yours as if he’s not just about to fuck you but show you how much he loves you while he’s doing it. Erik’s weight settles over you, arms caging you in for a second before his hands slide down, his hands skimming over your ribs to your hips. he grabs you gently, your thighs are already parted, and he sinks between them with a soft grunt. when his cock nudges against you, you feel him twitch against your entrance like he’s holding back from slamming in deep. but that’s not how he does it. not Erik, not in this position when it’s missionary, when he can see every emotion and feeling play out across your face. “look at me” he murmurs, one hand rising to cup your cheek as he eases in “yeah... like that. so fucking pretty when you open up for me.” his cock slides in slow, filling you inch by inch, your hands curl into the sheets. he holds himself there, fully inside, pressed flush against you, chest to chest. then he moves, a long drag out, a helpless gasp escaping you and he pushes back in deep, slow like he’s got all the time in the world to worship your body with every thrust. your thighs lift instinctively, wrapping around his waist, and he catches them with a soft laugh, guiding them up with warm hands “There we go” he says against your lips, you’re so full of him it’s dizzying. he kisses you between strokes soft, tender kisses “such a sweet thing” he breaths, “taking me so well.” and you’re falling apart under him, trembling, his name caught in your throat. little choked whimpers and breathless moans. “that’s it” he breathes, hips thrusting just a little harder now, “sound so fucking sweet, let me hear it all.” and you do. you give him everything. your sweet moans, your trembling legs, the way you arch under him like you’re trying to take him even deeper. he strokes the hair back from your face, leans in and kisses your jaw, your temple, the corner of your mouth, eyes locked on yours the entire time. you’re finishing before you even realize it, body clenching around him, cock twitching as he fucks you through it, still gentle. “goddamn” he pants, forehead pressed to yours, hips still thrusting as your body spasms under him. “can’t ever get enough of you.” and he doesn’t stop not until you’re finished and whimpering, legs trembling, mouth parted. he stays inside you, still hard, still holding you close. whispering sweet words and “I love yous” in your ear as you pant against him.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — Tommy picks you up like it’s nothing, one easy lift, his hands sliding under your thighs, and your feet are off the floor before you even catch your breath. his fingers dig in, palms full of your ass, squeezing possessively as he hoists you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. “you know I love this ass” he groans against your ear voice low and husky, before he pulls back enough to look at you “made to fit in my hands.” he presses your back against the nearest surface, wall, door, hell sometimes just in the middle of the room because he doesn’t need support. he’s that strong. you feel it in every flex of his biceps, the strength in his shoulders, the way he moves you like a toy built for him to fuck. you’re helpless in his grip, suspended and so, so wet already your pussy rubbing against the base of his cock as he grinds up into you. “hold on to me” he groans rough, and you obey without hesitation. your arms wrap tight around his neck, face pressing into the curve of it, lips finding the warm skin and trailing wet open mouthed kisses up to his jawline, you suck hard enough to leave a mark and he fucking groans. “Ohhh fuck yeah- bite me baby, just like that.” then he pushes in. his cock goes in one hard thrust, and your breath leaves you in a broken moan muffled against his throat. you cling tighter, nails dragging across his shoulders, because he doesn’t hold back he never holds back when he’s got you like this. he fucks into you again, and again, his hands groping your ass. your back bounces off the wall with each thrust, the noises coming out of you are a mix of breathless gasps and high pitched whines. you mouth at his throat, tongue dragging over his skin, “Tommy- Tommy fuck-”

“That’s it” he pants, breath warm against your hair “talk to me. let me hear how much you love getting fucked in my arms.” you’re stuffed full of him and bouncing with every thrust, and he just keeps going, faster now your pussy squelching around his cock with every thrust. you moan into his neck louder, nails scraping his nape. “made for me to hold you, fuck you, fill you up.” he groans, head tipping back, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucks into you. your body jerks with every thrust of his hips, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath your grip. he’s fucking you like he means it, each thrust hard, his cock slamming deep until you’re choking on moans, until your cock drunk and your thighs are quivering around him. you finish with a muffled whine against his skin, your pussy tensing so hard around him he has to curse and slow for a moment just to keep from cumming. “Not done.” and fucks right through your orgasm, never stopping. he nuzzles into your shoulder, thrusts turning desperate “going to cum in you- fill you up right here in my fucking arms.” and you’re just nodding, sobbing yes, yes, yes against his neck, your nails running down his back. he thrusts deep one last time cock twitching, his whole body trembling with sweet release. you feel his cum spill inside, and he holds you there still buried to the base, still gripping your ass, panting and groaning in your ear. then starts to thrusts again, cock still hard “you think I’m letting go?” he murmurs.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — what Elliott loves is you laid out pretty and quiet, with soft and warm skin, hips just barely tilted up in that lazy arch. your belly to the sheets, arms folded under the pillow, cheek turned so your mouth is half buried, lips parted, already breathing slow and deep. your ass is tilted just enough for him to see the dip of your lower back, and the swell of your thighs. he climbs over you, his chest goes flush against your back, legs sliding to barricade yours. his cock presses against your slick folds, not even trying to tease just nudging forward, sliding in smooth like it belongs there. and fuck it does. a low groan comes out of him, lips grazing your hairline “there we go…” one arm snakes under the pillow, curling gently around your neck not tight, never tight, just cradling, fingers resting near your collarbone. the other comes around your waist, forearm locked snug across your tummy, gripping just enough for leverage. his hips thrust in slow and lazily, dragging his cock through your pussy. “you like that hmm?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. his mustache tickles where he kisses your shoulder, leaving warm little touches “feel good like this?” you can barely respond. just a soft, breathy moan against the pillow, a little nod, your eyes halfway shut as his thrusts fuck through you. the weight of his body over you is comforting and warm, he thrusts slow, deep, each one causing a sweet squelch from your pussy, your body giving in completely under him. he breathes in the scent of your hair as his hips grind down. “Mmm you’re so fucking warm like this” he groans, voice muffled as he kisses the back of your neck, “could fuck you like this all night…” and you would let him. you don’t have to move. don’t want to. he’s doing everything, taking care of everything, your pussy clenched with each pull out, sucking him back in and he groans again deeper this time, one hand sliding up under your breast to feel your breath catch. “so perfect like this” he whispers, “just let me use this sweet pussy. don’t move.. let me do it all.” your thighs tremble just slightly under his weight, legs relaxed but still spread just enough for him to sink all the way in, and every time he bottoms out you whimper softly into the pillow. his name slips from your lips in a dazed, sleepy moan, and you mean it. it’s so good you could fall asleep like this, full and warm, fucked slow and deep by the man who can’t stop kissing your skin between every thrust. his pace never slows or quickens, just keeps fucking into you, hips flush against your ass, hand holding your waist. his cock twitches inside you as your body tightens, the slow build up of your orgasm, and he feels it.. groans right into your necks. “that’s it finish for me” he whispers, mouth hot and damp against your ear “let me feel this pussy squeeze me yeah…?” and you do quiet and helpless, your body tensing with soft tremors as you finish, face buried in the pillow, thighs trembling beneath him. he holds you close, cock still thrusting through every twitch, every clench, until he’s groaning louder, panting, rutting a little harder until he presses in deep and stays hips grinding, cock throbbing inside you as he cums into your pussy. he sighs heavy resting his forehead between your shoulder blades still inside you, his body draped over yours. “Fuck” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — Ray lives for it. and that’s not even a exaggeration. the moment your legs start to part, his mouth is already watering, eyes locked between your thighs. he’ll lay you out, kiss down your belly, warm breath teasing every inch until your arching, and then his mouth’s on your pussy. warm tongue flattening out and dragging slow and heavy from slit to clit, his buzzed head nudges against your thigh as he buries his face deeper, hands spreading your legs wider, thumbs pressing gently to expose every inch of you. he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, then circles it, sucks it into his mouth with a wet pop then back down to your entrance where his tongue fucks into you, long and deep, spit and slick dribbling down his chin. your thighs twitch and start to close in around his head, and he groans into your pussy, “Fuck yeah” he mumbles, “cmon baby, squeeze me.” you run your fingers through the stubble of his buzzcut, he moans again louder this time, eyes shut as he grinds his face in harder, tongue pushing in while one hand slips down to press a finger just one at first into your pussy. your wet, clenching, and he’s losing his goddamn mind over it. he pumps that finger slow at first, curling it up just right, tongue on your clit, then flicking it with more pressure when you gasp and grind against his face. you buck up once, twice, and he groans so loud you can feel it. then he adds another finger, fucking up into you while his lips close around your clit again. you’re trying to hold still, but your hips keep lifting, your thighs tightening around his ears. he loves it. “yeah that’s it ride my fucking face baby- don’t hold back now. give it to me” he groans. and when you sit on his face? god. his hands immediately fly to your hips, tugging you down. his fingers dig into your ass, pulling you tight against his mouth, tongue fucking up into you while he thrusts into the air like he can’t take it anymore. his nose grinds against your clit while he fucks his tongue deep, and when you moan and reach down to grab his head again, pulling his face harder against your pussy, he moans into you. his whole face is wet, chin glistening, messy with spit and your slick, and still he doesn’t stop. his hips jerk up like he’s getting off just from this like he’s the one being fucked and you believe it when he hums “let me cum ike this baby don’t need anything else.. fuck-” you finish hard, thighs clenching tight as his tongue never stops, fingers stroking you through it. and Ray doesn’t stop until your whole body’s twitching, sensitive, legs shaking until you’re pushing him back, and even then he chases you tongue flicking at your clit just once more with a smile against your skin. then he finally pulls back, face slick, breath ragged, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you like he just saw heaven. “love this pussy so much” he pants, licking his lips voice hoarse

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — Sam’s flat on his back, body laid out, hands already reaching for you always so casual about it, like this isn’t about to be the filthiest position he’s ever pulled you into. you climb on, and he guides you down, your back pressing flush against his chest, his hands skim up your thighs, grip tightening just beneath your knees as he hooks your legs back, folding you over him. “that’s it. just like that” your knees are bent up, thighs open wide, and he’s holding them there, arms curled around to keep you pulled back tight while his cock presses right up to your entrance. you can feel him throb against your pussy and when he starts to push in, your head tips back onto his shoulder with a breathless gasp. Sam groans right against your ear “Feel that?” he mutters, voice already breathless as his cock sinks in slow, stretching you open “Fucking look at it.” he angles your head forward, one hand releasing a thigh just long enough to guide your chin down so you can see everything.. your pussy stretched wide around his cock, the way you swallow every inch as he thrusts up into you. his cock disappears into you with every upward push, the base of it slick, your pussy wet around it as he starts to move with deeper strokes. you clutch at his forearms, fingernails digging in as he pulls your legs back higher, the new angle hitting real good inside. your moans are ragged, lips parted, body helpless over his. “Keep watching” he pants, hips slamming upward again, your breath catching with every slap of skin against skin. “Watch me fuck this pussy.” your legs tremble where he’s holding them back, fully pinned and exposed, the angle deep. he doesn’t let up doesn’t need to because all the control is his. you’re just a mess above him, whining, clenching, melting into every upward thrust while your fingers dig into his forearms. “Sam- oh fuck Sam” “Yeah that’s right” he grunts teeth clenched, his stomach tightening with each thrusts “say my fucking name.” he adjusts his grip, pulling your legs back more, and you cry out, body stretched and fully taken, “You love this don’t you?” he groans, “this dirty fucking position, while you watch me fuck this pussy watch how you take it.” you can’t speak just nod, babbling broken yes yes ohgod yes, your pussy clenching around him. his hands squeeze behind your knees, then slide down, gripping your ass to grind you down harder as he bucks up from underneath, the bed creaking with every filthy thrust. you finish with a sob, head dropping, chest pressed to his as your pussy spasms around his cock, pulsing wet and sensitive. he groans loud, hand cradling your back, holding you close, even as he doesn’t stop moving, chasing his own release with ragged breaths. “shit-” and with a deep, final thrust, cock throbbing inside your pussy as he cums deep in you, panting against your neck. both of you shaking slightly, still breathing hard. his arms stay wrapped around your legs, even as he kisses your shoulder murmuring “Goddamn we’re doing that again.”

WHY??🫦: missionary [ERIK THE PASSIONATE LOVER U ARE!!!!], carrying [kit connor got sum BICEPSSSS ik he can carry 👐] , face sitting/eating [munch ray is so real toooo me ❤️‍🩹], lazy doggy [a man like Elliott deserves something lazy and comfortable], idek what to call this FULL NELSON HOLD? [sam NASTYYYYY 😛😛😛😛😛]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 & 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

there’s nothing more attractive than a man who’s good with kids

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — he had the baby propped perfectly on his hip, one strong arm cradling the tiny baby like he’d done it a hundred times before. the little one giggled, tiny fists grabbing at the fabric of Erik’s shirt, and Erik? Erik was fully into it eyes wide with a big smile on his face. “ma-ma? da-da?” he cooed tone high and playful along with more baby talk. his words made no sense but they made the baby giggle anyway. Erik grinned eyes crinkling as he smiled, then he leaned in to pepper the baby’s chubby cheeks with noisy wet kisses, making the baby squeal and kick with laughter from the tickle of Erik’s scruffy beard and mustache “you like that huh?” he chuckled, kissing the baby again just to hear that laugh. you leaned against the doorframe smiling so wide your cheeks hurt “Erik you’re so good at this.” he looked over at you eyes softening while cradling the baby a little closer “yeah?” he asked grin forming “you think so?” you simply just shook your head in agreement, walking over to the baby and maybe to kiss Erik. there was no doubt in your mind that Erik would make a great dad one day.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — “shit I don’t know…” Tommy muttered, eyes widening as you gently transferred the sleeping baby into his arms. his hands hovered awkwardly for a second before they carefully took the baby from your arms. you smiled putting a hand over his shoulder reassuring him then you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek “you’ll be fine” you whispered, and before he could say anything to protest, you were already walking out of the room. for a moment he just stood there stiff and unsure, staring down at the little body curled against his chest. the baby stirred a little and Tommy panicked but then nothing happened no crying or fussing just a sweet little deep sigh coming from the baby. he sat down slowly, holding the baby close, one hand carefully rubbing up and down the tiny back the way he’d seen you do. the room was quiet, peaceful the baby snuggled into his shoulder, Tommy looked down again, his expression softening as he took in the tiny lashes, the round cheeks, the little pout on the babys’ lips. a small surprised smile pulled at his lips “okay” he murmured, rocking the baby against him softly “yeah… maybe I got this.”

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — Ray was trying that much was clear. the toddler sat on his lap, squirming and already beginning to whimper as Ray leaned in wiggling his fingers. “Gonna getcha” he teased voice soft and dramatic, inching closer, the small child’s lip wobbled then a loud cry came out “Ray!” you scolded from across the room, he froze mid tease, face dropping “oh cmon” he groaned, instantly holding the little one closer into his chest and cradling them, a sheepish laugh escaping him as he bounced his knee gently. “hey, hey, don’t cry im just messing with you.” his hand rested gently on the back of the toddler’s head, his voice becoming soothing and soft as he rubbed slow comforting circles “there we go, we’re good right? no hard feelings?” the tears dried quickly and soon enough, the child was giggling again, especially when Ray tossed the small toddler up high in the air. “now this you like huh?” he laughed tossing the child gently up and then catching them. both of them grinning ear to ear as you just shook your head smiling

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — Elliott sat on the couch legs spread wide to give the baby a seat in his lap facing him. his arms were propped up on his knees, hands resting gently at the baby’s back, but his eyes were on the tiny face that was looking back at him curiously. it didn’t take long for the baby to zero in on the mustache. you watched from the side already smiling the little hand reached up fingers grabbing hold of the thick mustache, Elliott winced “no…” he said softly, holding up a finger to the baby, but the baby immediately latched onto that too. he blinked “okay now we’re just making choices.” but he didn’t pull away in fact his whole expression softened into something you’d only ever seen when he looked at you late at night gentle, amused and full of love. “so small” he murmured, letting the baby tug on his mustache again with a slight flinch “and already got a good grip…” you tried hiding your laugh behind your hand. he glanced over at you a little helpless, a little in love with the baby, with you, with all of it. “kid’s gonna rip this thing off my face.”

“you look like you’d let him” Elliott smiled, wincing again as the baby gave another strong tug “yeah probably.”

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — “here let me” you barely had a chance to argue before Sam was already reaching for the baby. you exhaled relieved, and gently passed the little one over. the baby scrunched up mid air, arms coming up tight to their chest, but Sam’s hands were open and waiting. before stepping away, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek “go take a break. I got this.” you watched for a second as he settled down onto the couch, moving to get comfortable, laying back until he was fully stretched out. he positioned the baby carefully on his chest, one hand resting securely on the baby’s back. the baby curious and confused wobbled their head up to look at him brows furrowed, lips turning downward. then the first whine came, tiny and loud. Sam just smiled eyes softening “miss your momma already?” he murmured voice deep but gentle. the baby let out another small cry face scrunching up “yeah…?” he said, brushing a kiss over the baby’s head “me too. but i’ve got you” his hand moved in slow soothing circles on the baby’s back, and soon enough the cries settled. Sam really did have it under control.

i would have all their babies

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

why should you do anything when he’s so good at doing it for you?

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — you sat at the table, knees pulled up to your chest, chin resting lazily on top of them as you watched Erik from across the table. he’s peeling an orange for you. his large hands work carefully peeling back the skin, fingers already wet with juice, bits of peels gathering in a neat little pile beside him. you could technically do it yourself but you'd rather not get your hands all sticky, you hate that. and Erik knows it. he doesn’t even question it just takes the orange, and does it for you without a word. you’re staring at him, watching the way the juice runs slightly down his wrist, the way he keeps glancing down to make sure there’s no rind left behind. he catches you looking you blink slowly. he smiles then laughs softly under his breath, shaking his head. “What?” you ask, he just slides a peeled piece across the table to you, “spoiled” he murmurs with a soft smile “and you like it.” you say, popping the slice in your mouth. and from the way he’s still smiling at you, you know you’re right.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — you stand in front of the kitchen cupboard, arms crossed and brow furrowed. “Tommy!” you call out sweetly. “why are the cups so high up? you know I can’t reach that.” you can in fact reach it easily. but where’s the fun in that? from the couch you hear him sigh softly, not the least bit surprised. you catch the sound of him standing, the floor creaking slightly under his weight. “could’ve sworn I saw you reach that yesterday” he mutters under his breath as he walks up behind you. but he still comes. his hand settles gently on your waist, his chest pressing against your back as he stretches effortlessly over your head. his other hand grabs the cup with. he silently hands it to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you take it with a satisfied smile turning slightly in his arms. “what would I do without you?” Tommy raises an eyebrow, mouth twitching. “climb a chair, probably.” your face scrunched up in distaste. he chuckles under his breath, stealing a quick kiss to your cheek before returning to the couch like this is just part of his daily routine because it is

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — “Elliott!” you call out with the most innocent tone you can muster. he’s already wiping his hands with a rag, halfway through fixing something in the garage, but when he hears your voice, he straightens and looks over. you’re holding a crooked picture frame barely tilted, easily fixable, and you know it. “It’s all messed up” you sigh dramatically. “think it’s broken.” he eyes it for a second, then eyes you. “It’s… a nail” he says slowly, yet amused. “you just have to tap it back in.”

“I know” you say dragging out the word like it physically pains you, “but it’s not the same when I do it.” he raises an eyebrow, walking over and taking the frame from your hands. “you just like watching me do stuff with my hands.” he chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs the hammer and follows you back into the house. he fixes the nail in less than twenty seconds, and you lean in the doorway watching him, once it’s done, he turns to you, smiling. “anything else broken today, or was that it?” you tap your finger against your lips, pretending to think. “Hmmm I think the bathroom faucet might be acting up.”

“It was fine this morning.”

“It might be acting up.”

he laughs again, already turning toward the hallway. “Lead the way”

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — you stop in front of the building’s entrance, staring at the door. Ray’s a few steps behind, but he already knows the routine, you don’t touch it. you never open doors. when he finally catches up, he sees you standing there, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched like you’re waiting on him. “Really?” he says, with that low, amused tone he always uses when you’re being extra. you sigh dramatically “It’s too heavy.”

“It’s not heavy” he says already reaching past you. “It is for me” you reply, “you know my arms arent meant for pulling heavy doors.” Ray huffs a quiet laugh, pulling it open with ease. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know” you chirp, walking through with a smile. and you don’t even have to look back to know he’s rolling his eyes as he follows because you’ll do the exact same thing at the next door. and the one after that, and he’ll open every single one.

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — you stand beside the car, frowning down at the trunk. “Sam…” you drawl, just loud enough for him to hear. he turns from where he’s locking the front door, you gesture to the trunk. “It won’t open. It’s stuck or something. probably broken.” Sam walks over, not saying a word. he presses the button. it pops open immediately. you blink “Oh.”, he raises an eyebrow “It wasn’t broken.” “Well” you say, lifting your chin, “it felt broken to me.” he sighs quietly, but the corner of his mouth twitches. “Of course it did.” then, like always he grabs the bags for you without you asking, without even hesitating. because even when you pretend to struggle, he never makes you do it.

she’s me im her :3

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

[warfaredoll]

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

this was supposed to be your daddy…

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈