[warfaredoll]

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‧˚꒰ 𝐃’𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐚-𝐭𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 & 𝐑𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ✧˚. ᵎᵎ

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‧˚꒰ 𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ୭ ˚.

[warfaredoll]

ೃ࿔*ੈ SHE LIKES HER KISSES DOWN LOW .ᐟ

foot job ⸝⸝ he loves his girl head to toe ⸝⸝ skip intro for the regular smut ⸝⸝ pls just hear me out and walk w me ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

ത Erling haaland i need u to ram into harry kane.

Sam’s back thudded gently against the headboard. his legs were parted, bent at the knees, cock standing up with a deep flush running down the shaft, thick precum already glistening at the tip. one hand rested on his stomach, the other dragged slowly, along the swollen head, two fingers gathering the bead, smearing it over the flushed head before his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

your legs were stretched out in front of you, toes freshly pedicured in glossy white polish. his gaze dropped immediately, he always adored that color on you. something about the brightness against your skin, the way it made your feet look pretty, made him lose himself. even now, despite the obvious need that had his cock twitching against his belly, his lips parted slightly at the sight.

you slid your foot forward, just the soft brush of your arch over the outside of his thigh, and his breath hitched. the contact was almost nothing, but he exhaled like you'd just whispered something filthy in his ear. your foot came to rest on his thigh fully now, your toes curling lightly against the firm muscle. you stroked there first in slow circles, then gently moved more upwards.

his eyes followed every movement. when your sole brushed higher, dragging up the inside of his thigh this time, his head fell back against the bed frame with a hollow thud, a breathy, sound coming from his throat

"fuck.”

your foot just slipped higher, sliding up the twitching underside of his cock. he shuddered, the curve of your arch pressed just behind the head, toes resting lightly against the leaking tip, and you gave the smallest push just enough for him to feel something.

his hips bucked forward before he could stop himself.

"shit, that-" his voice hitched, and he blinked fast, trying to refocus. but the smooth drag of your sole gliding down his shaft again made his brain feel fuzzy.

you pressed a little harder on the stroke up, the heel of your foot rolling along his length, smearing the precum further down his shaft. he reached down to place one hand on your ankle, not to stop you but to hold himself together.

"Touch me there. right there." he muttered, voice hoarse. his hips shifted again, this time slower, grinding against your foot. your other leg slid beside him, now both your feet held his cock, the soft arches wrapping warm around him and he groaned loud.

his cock throbbed between them, twitching with every tiny stroke, toes flexing to toy with the sensitive underside, your heel occasionally grazing that overstimulated part just under the head. he was panting now, watching the way his cock moved between your feet, slick and helpless.

you tilted your head just a little, a small smile playing at your lips as you rolled your ankles to give him a new feeling that had him gasping through gritted teeth.

his whole body tensed when your feet suddenly stopped and pulled away. one second he was on the edge, hips twitching, cock grinding helplessly against the warm strokes of your soles, and the next emptiness. that heat, that friction gone. he gasped and then let out a sharp sigh of relief. his thighs were shaking. if you'd kept going even five seconds longer, he would of came all over your feet and ruined the moment entirely.

his cock twitched in the cool open air now, flushed pale pink and leaking even thicker now from the build up. you let your feet rest lazily back on his thigh. he didn't even speak, just lifted a hand to rest over the top of your foot, thumb brushing softly along the arch, then higher, stroking over your ankle, then curling around to run over your heel like it was something precious.

you raised your foot slowly, and he didn't need to be told twice. his lips found the underside first, a soft kiss to the heel of your foot, then the arch, then he lifted your toes to his mouth, he kissed each toe in passing, lips tender and open mouthed against the glossy white polish he loved so much. his eyes were closed, hands gentle and soft.

you let out a low hum of satisfaction, eyes half lidded as you watched him. the sight alone, the way he kissed your foot sent a sweet ache between your legs.

you shifted forward now, rising to your knees beside him, legs folding under you as your body leaned into his. he met you immediately, one hand sliding around to cradle the side of your neck, fingers secure under your jaw as he guided your face close. his other hand gripped your waist, thumb stroking slowly along the curve where your ass met your hip.

the kiss started gentle. barely a touch, just your lips brushing his. then a little firmer, parting slightly, then sliding into a deep, slow kiss. his mouth was warm, soft lips moving slowly. he smiled into it, and you did too.

then you shifted the angle just enough, opening your mouth wider and letting your tongue slip in, lazily curling against his. slickness coating the plush of your lips.

you moaned into his mouth, soft and low, unable to help it. that warm throbbing between your legs was getting impossible to ignore.

his fingers curled into the side of your ass now, gripping just a little harder. you rolled your hips against his side without thinking, rubbing your pussy along the edge of his hip, just to feel something.

you pulled back a little, just far enough to breathe against his mouth, both of you still panting, spit slick between you.

"You taste so fucking good" he whispered, voice hoarse, hand slipping up from your ass to your lower back "your moan just now-"

you leaned in again,"Then make me do it again."

and that's all it took. "lay down" Sam said, voice low and needy as his hands gripped your ass harder, fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. he was already moving, pushing himself up to give you room, and you moved, your back meeting the warm indent he left in the bed. legs spreading without hesitation, your body so open, so ready for him.

he dropped down between your legs without even thinking, settling in like he belonged there. his eyes took you in, the flushed folds, the glistening sheen. he didn't speak at first, just stared. thumbs stroking along the insides of your thighs, then he slid them higher to the tops of your knees, his gaze never leaving your pussy.

"always so pretty” he muttered under his breath

you smiled. he always said that, always looked at you like this was the first time he'd ever seen you. he stared like it was the most perfect thing he'd ever laid eyes on and you believed him.

your arms stretched out, wanting him closer

"come here" you whispered

he looked up at you, then leaned forward, letting his weight settle into his arms as he came down to meet you. his body slid against yours, cock dragging along your folds as he shifted into place. you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs hooking loosely around his waist, your heels pressing into the small of his back to pull him closer.

you kissed his cheek, slow and sweet, nuzzling into the skin there, breathing him in. he turned his head slightly, brushing his nose against your temple as he reached between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock. he stroked it once slow, base to tip, coating it in your slick where it had smeared against your folds, then aligned himself with the entrance of your pussy.

the moment the head of his cock pushed into you, his breathing changed. he inhaled sharp through his nose, and you felt the tension in his body. the tip stretched you, fat and sensitive. you hissed, feeling the sting of it, the way your body fought to take him.

"fuck" he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a second. his voice trembled "so tight- baby you feel..."

you moaned under your breath, legs tightening around his waist as the tip finally sank in fully, your pussy taking him deeper already. he paused there, holding still, forehead resting against yours, his cock twitching inside you like it could barely handle the pressure.

"You okay?" he asked softly

you nodded, clutching tighter around his neck, your lips brushing his jaw "don't stop. want it all..."

that was all he needed to hear. Sam’s hips rocked into you with slow thrusts, each stroke grinding perfectly into your soaked pussy, filling you deep. he was already coming undone, breath ragged, soft moans falling from his lips with every thrust.

"so fucking sweet. 'm gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that." he gasped, hips stuttering slightly before regaining rhythm again.

his voice cracked on the end of the sentence, his head dropped onto your shoulder. he was babbling into the crook of your neck now, incoherent praises mixed with soft curses of how warm you felt, how good you always made him feel. he sounded like he was barely holding on, and the way his cock throbbed with every slow thrust was telling.

you slid your hands up his back and began rubbing slow soothing circles into his shoulder blades, trying to hold him together with your breathy praises.

"Just like that Sam" you whispered against his ear, voice warm and soft "You're fucking me so good.."

your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to push him deeper, deeper into the slick squeeze of your pussy. he adjusted instinctively, hips tilting just enough to hit that one spot inside you that made your mouth fall open.

"Fuck- Sam!" you gasped, eyes closing as your head rolled back against the pillows

that got him. his head lifted from your shoulder, and he looked down at you, eyes lidded, fucked out, mouth parted. he leaned down, lips brushing yours, then pressed firmer. you met him halfway, lips plush and wet against his, kissing him back.

you sucked gently on his bottom lip and he groaned low into your mouth, his hips jerking as he buried himself deeper inside you. then he pulled back just a little, enough to hover over your face. your fingers gripped the back of his neck again to pull him down.

your voice cracked into a whine, high and breathless, your body arching as his cock thrust deep again "I'm so close Sam..."

the words made him pause, just for a second. you could feel the shift in his body, the way his thrust stopped slightly from surprise. Sam was always the one to cum too fast, too needy for your pussy to last more than a few minutes once he was inside. but hearing you say that, whining like you couldn't hold it anymore, his brows flicked up, and then a smile tugged at the corner of his lips

"yeah?" he murmured teasingly, that cocky little grin forming despite the way his thighs were shaking. your hand gave his side a light playful smack. that made him laugh softly, then shift his weight, pulling up until he was kneeling between your legs

his hands slid under your thighs and lifted them just a little, pushing them back so your pussy opened even more for him. he stared for half a second, eyes stuck on the way you were wet, the way his cock disappeared into you with every stroke. then he fucked into you again, slightly harder now, deeper, the new angle making you gasp.

your tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard. Sam’s gaze moved from your face to your chest, then back down to where your bodies met, watching himself slide into you over and over.

"right there!" you gasped, as your orgasm hit you, hips trembling, fingers clutching at his shoulders, thighs tightening around his waist. your pussy clenched down around him, tight and wet. your mouth dropped open, moaning breathy and sweet, and your whole body shuddered beneath him.

he moaned raggedly, his eyes closing shut, the muscles in his arms flexing as he kept fucking you through it, even as you whined, your pussy milking him with desperate spasms. his thumb rubbed gently along the top of your thigh, while he chased his own orgasm and he didn't last much longer. with one final deep thrust, his body tensed hard, cock buried to the base as he came. “Yeah, right there baby.” he groaned, his hips jerked against yours. you felt him twitch inside you, cum spilling deep into your pussy as he emptied himself into you.

his forehead dropped as he panted through it, chest rising and falling, every muscle tight and trembling.

he stayed there for a moment, catching his breath. then he pulled out slowly with a wet sound, your pussy leaking, messy, and he let his body fall gently beside you. not all the way off, half his body still laid over yours, warm and comforting.

you turned your head to look at him, your hand finding his face. he looked completely fucked out. his arm wrapped lazily around your waist, pulling you closer into the sticky warmth between you both and neither of you moved to clean up just yet.

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.

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

[warfaredoll]

.ೃ࿔*ੈ YOU WERE MY WIFE, MY LIFE, MY HOPES AND DREAMS

Elliott × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

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

angsty ⸝⸝ hurt no comfort ⸝⸝ smut ⸝⸝ . . wc 2k ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

Elliott sat hunched forward, eyes fixed on the ring in his fingers, he slid it off and onto his finger slowly, most days he didn’t even wear it anymore. how could a marriage built on love be tested like this? he didn’t know and you didn’t have the answer either but he was watching it fall apart right before him.

he remembered the vows you both had said to one another

“… to love you to the end of my days, to grow with you and not apart, to make my accomplishments ours, and your challenges mine, and to love you deeply and honestly.”

each word feeling heavier than the last. he could still picture you standing across from him, your hands trembling in his, tears threatening to spill while you laughed through them. you had looked at him as though there wasn’t a place on earth you would rather be. back then, he had believed nothing could touch what the two of you had built.

he stared at the ring. his thumb brushed over the inside where your wedding date had been engraved. for a moment, it was just him, the ring, and the memory of a life that suddenly felt impossible to reach. his heart ached in the worst way possible. it wasn’t the kind of pain that came from exhaustion. this settled deep in his chest and refused to leave.

he was hurting and somehow he knew you were hurting even more. he hated himself for that. because no matter how many people told him deployment was hard on every couple, no matter how many stories he had heard about marriages surviving months or years apart, he couldn’t stop thinking that this was his fault.

he had chosen this. he had looked you in the eyes and promised that the distance would never come between the two of you and now it had. he remembered your last night together painfully clear.

fresh tears welled in your eyes. he felt it instantly the subtle shake of your body, the warm wet streak down your cheek and he buried his face in your neck with a tight inhale, arms wrapping tighter around your back

"No baby... please" he breathed, "Don't cry, not now. I'm going to be okay. I promise you. I'll come home."

you let the tears fall, wet and hot against your cheek

he kissed the corner of your eye, then your cheek, then down to your jaw.

"I'll come back safe alright?" he murmured, nuzzling close. "you're all I want. I'll still love you, just like this. just as much. more. I'll write, I'll call, I'll do anything and everything. no time, nothing's going to change that."

you sniffled into his neck, voice trembling as you whispered, "I know Elliott..." your hands gripped at his back desperate, not letting go.

"but I just love you so much" you breathed

his whole body softened against yours, the slow twitch of his cock inside, still in your filled pussy. he held you tighter. kissed your cheek again, over and over, until the tears became messy between both of you and neither knew whose they were

"I know" he whispered, "and I love you."

he had whispered every promise he could think of and he had believed every word. now he wasn’t sure how he could stand by his vows when he felt like he had already failed you as a husband. a husband was supposed to be there. he was supposed to know when you had a bad day. he was supposed to see you at your worst and still love you unconditionally. he was supposed to hold your hand during dinners and complain about grocery shopping and help fold laundry that never seemed to end. but instead, he existed through letters and pictures sent back and forth because it was easier than admitting how lonely you both were.

he missed the ordinary parts of loving you. he missed waking up and seeing your side of the bed empty because you had already gotten up. he missed hearing you hum. he missed the way you would reach for his hand without thinking about it. the little things had become the things he missed most.

he sucked in a shaky breath, the air felt heavy. he looked around once. then twice. the others were busy. conversations drifted in the distance, muffled. no one was paying attention to him.

good. he wasn’t sure he could handle anyone seeing him like this. his father had always told him that some things stayed private. that men carried their burdens quietly, that people looked to them for strength. he had spent years convincing himself that strength meant keeping everything inside.

but you had never believed that. the first time you had seen him cry had been after the funeral of a close friend of his.

he remembered sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, unable to move. you hadn’t asked questions, you hadn’t told him to calm down. you simply waited. he lasted thirty seconds before he broke. afterwards, embarrassed, he apologized.

you had frowned at him. “For what?”

“For… this.”

you reached over and took his hand. “Crying doesn’t make you any less of the man I fell in love with.”

he laughed bitterly. “You might change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

“You can’t know that.”

you squeezed his hand. “Elliott, trust me to carry some of the weight too.”

no one had ever said something like that to him. no one had ever made him feel like he didn’t have to carry everything alone.

only you. only with you would he let himself cry.

now he was alone. his vision blurred. he stared down at the ring on his finger. the gold caught the light. he remembered how nervous he had been shopping for it. he must have walked into a dozen jewelry stores before he found one that felt right. the salesperson had asked him what he was looking for.

he answered without thinking. “Something she’ll wear forever.”

forever. what a terrifying word. forever was easy to believe in when you were standing together in front of family and friends. it was easy when every problem could be solved by reaching across the bed and holding the other person.

forever was harder when conversations ended because time ran out, when misunderstandings sat unanswered for days or when loneliness grew into resentment before either of you realized it.

he closed his eyes. he could still hear your last phone call. you had sounded tired, more tired than usual.

“You’ve been quiet” you had said.

“I know.”

“Did something happen?”

he had said no. not because something had happened but because he couldn’t find the words. he was exhausted and homesick.

he felt himself slipping further away from the life the two of you had built but he couldn’t tell you that. he didn’t want you carrying that burden too.

then you had gone quiet. “Elliott…”

“Yeah?”

“I feel like I’m losing you.”

his chest tightened. “You aren’t.”

“But I don’t know what’s going on in your life anymore.”

he had looked at the floor. “I don’t know what’s going on in yours either.”

the silence that followed had hurt more than any argument.

“I don’t want to lose you Elliott.”

god, neither did he. he covered his face with one hand. the first tear slipped free before he could stop it. then another. his breathing became uneven. months of guilt and loneliness came crashing down all at once. he cried quietly not because he was weak but because he missed his wife.

“I’m sorry” he whispered into the empty air. he wasn’t even sure who he was talking to. you. himself? maybe both.

his shoulders shook. “I’m sorry I don’t know what to say anymore.” the words sounded small.

“I’m sorry if I made you think I stopped loving you.”

the thought alone was unbearable because the truth was so painfully simple. he still loved you. he loved you enough that losing what you had built felt like losing part of himself.

he sat there for a long time. he looked up and realized the world around him hadn’t changed, the distant voices were still there, the sky looked the same. he looked down at the wedding band still resting on his hand. sowly, he turned it once around his finger. the tears fell hot against his cheeks. he squeezed the ring tightly in his palm until the edges dug into his skin, welcoming the sharp sting. it was easier to focus on that than the ache in his chest.

his other hand came up to cover his mouth, muffling the choked breaths that kept escaping him. he had spent so long holding everything together. for everyone else, for the people around him. especially for you.

every call, every message, every strained conversation, he had forced a smile into his voice because he thought that was what a husband was supposed to do. you already carried enough worry. the last thing he wanted was for you to hear the fear in him. so he lied, he said everything was fine. and maybe that was where he had gone wrong.

deep down, in the quiet place he refused to acknowledge, he hoped you were still his. it was a selfish thought.

you were not something to own, you were the woman he had fallen hopelessly in love with. the woman who had stood across from him and promised forever. he hoped you still slept on his side of the bed when the nights got lonely. he hoped you still kept the framed wedding photo on the dresser. he hoped, hoped so many things. but hope left room for doubt. What if you had stopped wearing your ring too? what if you had moved on?

he hated that thought. he hated himself even more for thinking it. you had never given him a reason not to trust you. not once. the problem wasn’t trust, the problem was distance. distance let the mind wander to places the heart never wanted to go. he let out a broken sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob.

that last night with you played in his mind constantly. you clung to him, arms coming up tight around his neck, and he dropped lower, chest now flush against yours, his weight warm as his face dipped into the crook of your neck.

your sobs broke through now, quiet and helpless, muffled into the curve of his shoulder. but his thrusts never stopped.

he thrusted into you his cock gliding through your pussy filling you up every time. he murmured into your neck, speaking the words into the wet curve of your skin between soft kisses

"I'll come back. I promise."

"I love you so much. so fucking much."

"No one else just you. always you."

you whimpered, voice shaking into his ear. "I don't want you to go..."

"I know baby" he breathed, thrusting deep again, groaning softly at the way you clenched around him. "I know."

he let your tears wet his shoulder. let your sobs shake through his body. let your pussy tighten helplessly around him with each trembling cry, your body clinging to him in every way arms, legs, pussy tight around his cock, tears soaking into his skin

the memory killed him because he wasn’t sure he had been choosing you lately. more fresh tears slipped down his face.

he lowered his head. the ring was still trapped in his fist. he slowly opened his hand. the gold band rested against his palm; small, simple. it looked insignificant. and yet it carried years of memories. he would trade anything for one more normal evening. one more argument. one more chance to hear you call his name from the other room.

he missed you so much it felt impossible to breathe. he rubbed at his eyes, trying to pull himself together. the tears wouldn’t stop. he was so alone. he closed his fingers around the ring one last time. his breathing finally slowed. he looked at the ring in his hand

‘to grow together

to carry each other’s burdens

to love deeply and honestly

he had forgotten the last part

to love honestly.’

and maybe honesty meant admitting he felt like he was loosing you, it also meant telling you that he still woke up every morning loving you just as much as he had the day he married you.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

ത @wrldwidemind @evelinapurmale @gaebestie @mimiheartsheros @bartysangel @livelaughl0ve3 @bradleybeachbabe @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @witchywidow97 @spiderman-iscool @willowpains @violetcamryn @https-junebug @gallaghrh

[warfaredoll]

pls im begging for more barracks bunny x tommy!! ill take anything at this point 🫠🫠🫠

Tommy teaches the barracks bunny a lesson

Tommy × barracks bunny!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

mean!Tommy ⸝⸝ oral (f)receiving ⸝⸝ pussy smacking (he kisses it better) ⸝⸝ they don’t really like eachother 👀 ⸝⸝

you were just the barracks bunny after all. still, you couldn’t help being curious.

Tommy hovered over you, his palms braced on either side of your head. his face was buried against your neck, his lips against your skin as he pressed a soft kiss there. your breathing slowed and when you opened your eyes, the question was already sitting on your tongue. if you were going to ask anyone, it might as well be Tommy. your hands slid up his back, slipping into the back of his neck, holding him there.

“Tommy?” your voice came out quieter than you intended

he hummed against your neck

“do you have a girlfriend?”

Tommy went still. it was subtle but you felt it in the way his shoulders stopped moving and the warmth of his breath lingered against your neck.

“What?” he asked quietly.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Why are you asking that now?”

you shrugged, though the movement felt awkward with him so close. “I don’t know.”

that was a lie. you knew exactly why. you wondered where they came from, what they missed most and whether there was someone sitting at home waiting for a letter that never mentioned you.

the room fell quiet. until finally, he answered.

“Yeah” he said, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I do have a girl back home.”

you searched his face, trying to decide if you believed him. he watched the subtle shift in your expression, the way your eyes instantly looked anywhere else but at him, the way your hands stilled against him. the smile on his face faded.

a few seconds passed before he sighed. “No” he admitted. “No girlfriend.”

you could have slapped him right then for making a joke out of it. instead, you caught his jaw in your hand and guided his face back toward your neck, hiding the look on your own.

“That wasn’t funny” you muttered

Tommy let out a quiet chuckle. “No, I guess it wasn’t.”

“You made it sound like you were serious.”

“If I did have someone” he said, “I wouldn’t be here pretending I don’t know how to answer that question.”.

“I was just curious.”

“your lying.” his voice was soft, almost amused.

you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Don’t make assumptions.”

“Then don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

the air in the room was heavy now, the conversation had died down and you should’ve known the moment the question left your lips, that stupid question. now, Tommy had you pinned back against the pillows, your breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches. Tommy had you exactly where he wanted you, completely exposed. he had forced your legs wide, pushing your knees back toward your shoulders until you were open. the position alone was an ache you could feel the slight burn beginning to spread in your thighs.

Tommy leaned back on his heels, eyes locked on the way your legs trembled where he held them open. he didn’t say anything for a long minute, simply watching the way your thighs trembled and the way your chest heaved. your pussy was flushed and swollen, clit peeking out n glistening from how worked up this was getting you.

“Look at you” he murmured, his voice low, “you still curious?”

you tried to answer, but all that came out was a soft, broken whine. a few small tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, you wanted to beg but you knew that would only encourage him. Tommy’s expression softened, but it wasn't out of mercy. he reached out, tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his touch light. then, he moved inward, his fingers traced your slick folds slowly, parting them tenderly, circling your entrance without pushing in. he dragged two fingertips up to your clit and pressed just enough to make you twitch, you let out a shaky breath, your head lolling back. for a second, you thought he was going to be gentle. you thought the punishment was over and the pleasure had begun. then he pulled away. the next second his palm came down hard

smack

the sound was loud and sharp, echoing through the quiet room. Tommy’s palm landed flat and hard right across your pussy, your whole body jumped, a small gasp tearing out of your throat as the sudden shock of pain spread all over. your eyes wide and watering. the sting was immediate. you whimpered, your legs shaking more now, but Tommy didn't let you close them. he kept you pinned.

“crying already?” he scoffed, “stupid enough to provoke me.”

before you could process the insult, he leaned in. the hand that had just delivered a stinging blow now cradled you with surprising tenderness. Tommy pressed an open mouthed kiss right over the sting.. the very spot he had just struck, tongue dragging slow and soothing over your clit. he licked another stripe through your folds, tasting how wet you were, he murmured something incoherent against you. then pulled back just to deliver another sharp slap.

you found yourself whining, a high, needy sound. you didn't know if you wanted him to stop or to do it again. the pain made the pleasure sharper and the pleasure made the pain feel like a reward.

“Please” you mumbled

“Please what?” Tommy asked, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. his expression was smug. “Please hit you again?”

he didn't wait for an answer. smack

another blow, a little harder than the first, landed squarely on your clit. "f-fuck!" you sobbed, your fingers clutching at the sheets. you were sobbing now, small, hitching sounds.

immediately, he was back to kissing it better. he buried his face between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth, soft circles with his tongue like he was soothing you even as he left you stinging and marked.

"Can't even sit still" he murmured, dragging his thumb along your pussy, gathering up more slick and spreading it through your folds. "Fuck. there it is” Tommy slid two fingers deep inside you. he didn't do it gently. he pushed in with a firm thrust that filled you.

“you love this, don't you.” he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin. he began to pump his fingers in and out.

your voice had gone hoarse now, your hips bucking against his hand as you chased a release that felt just out of reach. Tommy sensed it. he sped up his fingers, his thumb grinding hard against your clit while his tongue continued to swirl around the sensitive area, then pulling them out to smack your pussy again; three quick, stinging hits.

“You’re almost there, aren't you?” he murmured, his voice returning to that cruel tone.

he suddenly stopped. you let out a loud, frustrated huff, your body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm.

you pleaded with him, “Tommy, m’sorry. I am-“ your eyes searching his for any sign of him giving in.

Tommy just watched you, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. he loved seeing you like this.

“Really asking me if I have a girlfriend?” he mumbled against your pussy.

you swallowed hard, your breath hitching. he didn't wait for an answer.

“And what if I did? What if I told you she looked just like you?” he teased cruelly

his words were a reminder that to him you were replaceable, a convenience. you didn't like the way he joked. you opened your mouth to retort, to tell him he was awful, but the words were choked off.

just as you began to pull away in a fit of sudden irritation, Tommy returned to you. he began kissing your pussy again, his lips grazing your most sensitive parts. he was teasing you, playing with your pleasure and orgasm, drawing it out until you were begging him to stop and just fuck you.

then, without warning, the tenderness vanished. his hand landed harshly against your pussy with a wet, echoing smack. you jolted, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. it wasn't enough to cause true pain but it was enough to snap you back from the haze of pleasure into the reality of who he truly was.

“Barracks bunny shouldn’t ask questions like that” he cooed, “You should know better bunny…”

he didn't move his hand. instead, he slid his palm upward, the skin glistening with your own slick. he held his hand up for you to see, proving that despite your attitude, your body was betraying you.

you looked down at him, eyes shimmering with tears of frustration streaking down your cheeks. you hated him in this moment, hated the way he could be so cruel and turn fucking into a lecture. but as you looked at the bulge in his pants, you could tell that Tommy was painfully hard and this wasn’t easy for him.

“Tommy please” you begged, palm reaching out to feel him. Tommy stood up slowly. he gripped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You still want to know about my life?” he leaned in, his breath fanned against your cheek, you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him.

he released your chin. “Now” he whispered, “Now you can have it.”

he returned with a final, stinging smack to your pussy. he dropped his mouth back down, sucking your swollen clit between his lips while his fingers thrust back in, scissoring you open. every time the ache built too high he'd pull away and slap your pussy again, then kiss and lick the hurt until you were a mess of tears and slick, hips jerking helplessly against his face.

and he stayed there, his forehead resting against your thigh, his breath hot against your skin tongue lazily flicking your entrance. he gave you one last, slow lick a final, tender gesture.

“Next time” Tommy said, his voice light but warning “think before you ask me a stupid question.”

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

ത @barkwoofyapperson @evelinapurmale @wrldwidemind @gaebestie @mimiheartsheros @pr3ttygrlz @babble28 @livelaughl0ve3 @bradleybeachbabe @iron-rot @irrelevantsnowy @sharpayslilo @spiderman-iscool @willowpains @k-pevensie28 @violetcamryn @luna-sungirl @nerdgirlbutinpink @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @https-junebug @gallaghrh @samslvrgirl @vinecstasy @illyrianbrat

[warfaredoll]

Twin where have u been

college took the sparkle out of my eyes & killed my creativity 💔

IVE BEEN UP TO SM THESE PAST MONTHS: full time MOTHER NEOWW raising a baby chick 🪺, celebrated my 19th, spending lots of time w my boyfriend, been focusing on other hobbies like running, collecting legos and watching movies 🍿!

[warfaredoll]

Girl we miss you, are you still with us?🤨🥸 

📣 IM STILL HERE PLS. ladies i see ur comments and they make me smile :3 im lurking & posting when u least expect it !

started a new blog as well, @flopg1rl 😆

[warfaredoll]

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐦

after years spent away on deployment, Sam takes his little sister to see ‘The Nutcracker’

⋆꙳❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Sam never once in his life thought he’d find himself sitting in a dimly lit theater, but here he was, knees angled awkwardly, shoulders tense out of habit but he was doing it for the small little girl beside him. his sister.

he was doing it to make up for the lost time. for the birthdays missed, the scraped knees he hadn’t been there to patch up, the years missed by deployment schedules and grainy video calls that froze at the worst moments.

his sister sat excitedly beside him, kicking her feet that barely touched the floor, the program’s pamphlet clutched in her small hands. Sam leaned over, lowering his voice instinctively

“What are we watching?” he whispered into her ear

“The Nutcracker” she whispered-yelled back

Sam hummed softly. he didn’t know whether this was a play. ballet? musical? hell, he didn’t know the first thing about any of this. art was something he found ‘nice’ that was it. he never really thought twice about it.

he stuck his hand out until his sister happily surrendered the pamphlet

‘The Nutcracker’ , the cursive lettering on the front read. he skimmed through the program, trying to piece together the plot from vague descriptions and elegant photos, his brain automatically calculating how long this could possibly take

two acts, intermission, live orchestra

alright, he thought. survivable.

the lights dimmed further, and the murmurs of the audience softened. Sam straightened slightly, instinctively alert, then forced himself to relax. this wasn’t a briefing room, nothing bad was going to happen.

the music began. it started gently. strings, light and delicate. Sam glanced down at his sister. she was completely still now, eyes glued to the stage, mouth parted just a little in awe.

dancers crossed the stage, Sam didn’t understand the story, not really, but he understood her reactions. every time the music got louder, her fingers twitched, when the tree on stage began to grow impossibly tall, she gasped and grabbed his sleeve.

“Did you see that?” she whispered urgently

he looked where she pointed, then back at her, smiling despite himself “Yeah” he murmured “I see it.”

Sam watched each performance with more focus than he expected, though a dull headache began to press behind his eyes. the theater felt too warm, the air too thick, and he dragged a hand over his face more than once, trying to shake the feeling. still, every time he glanced to his side and saw his sister beside him eyes bright, smile wide, he decided it was worth it.

he shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. an hour in, his legs were stiff and his shoulders ached. when the curtain finally closed and the lights rose for intermission, Sam let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

intermission was a blessing

he stood, stretching carefully, rolling his shoulders back as he followed his sister out into the lobby. he stepped just outside the theater doors for a moment, inhaling cooler air but of course, freedom came with responsibility, he guided her to the bathroom and waited patiently outside, checking his watch out of habit.

on the walk back to their seats, her hand fit easily into his, small fingers wrapped around his calloused ones.

“Are you tired?” he asked, glancing down at her, swinging their joined hands

“Nope!” she said immediately, far too cheerfully for the hour

he chuckled softly, shaking his head. of course she wasn’t.

the lights dimmed again, and the conversations faded into silence. Sam settled back into his seat, bracing himself for the rest of it.

then the music began. the first few delicate notes of ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’ played through the theater, light and precise. something about it made Sam still. his head lifted, attention going straight to the stage.

and that’s when he saw you.

you moved as if each step was effortless, each turn sharp and graceful all at once. the stage lights caught the glitter dusted along your costume, making you shimmer every time you spun. there was a smile on your face not forced, not practiced but genuine, like you loved every second of being there.

Sam forgot about the heat, forgot about the headache, forgot about the time.

he watched you the way he used to watch the sunsets during his deployment, completely in awe. there was something about your movements, something confident, and he found himself holding his breath every moment before the music carried you forward again.

when the finale act ended and the curtain fell for the last time, the theater erupted in applause. Sam clapped hard, palms stinging, a rare, unfamiliar feeling settling deep in his chest. he turned instinctively to share the moment, say something to his sister, to ask if she’d seen you, only to find his sister asleep. he wasn’t sure when she leaned into his side. her head rested against his arm, her small cheek against his shoulder, lips parted slightly. she must’ve drifted off quietly, trusting him without a second thought.

Sam’s clapping slowed, then stopped.

he smiled softly, adjusting just enough to keep from waking her. he knew he’d have to carry her out soon, tuck her into bed when they got home. his arms would ache tomorrow but he didn’t mind.

as the audience filtered out and the stage lights dimmed for good, Sam stayed seated for a moment longer, his sister warm against his side. because that night.. long after the theater emptied, long after he carried her out into the cold air. he knew one thing for certain.

he’d be thinking of you. thinking of the way you moved, the way you smiled, the way something he never thought he’d care about had reached straight through him. and he hoped quietly that his little sister had seen how beautiful you looked before sleep claimed her.

@evelinapurmale @mimiheartsheros @gaebestie @eddiemunsonslatinagoddess @livelaughl0ve3 @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @spiderman-iscool @willowpains @violetcamryn @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @https-junebug @gallaghrh @samslvrgirl @vinecstasy

OLDER BROTHER SAM.. it just makes sense !?

[warfaredoll]

the idea of Sam or Tommy with a partner who does ballet… two different kinds of strength and perceived as complete opposites… just scratches my brain so good

OH I LOVE THIS!!!! imagining this w sam….

can read here .ᐟ

[warfaredoll]

𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

˖ ݁𖥔݁˖ warfare ⋮ fluff ⋮ blurb ⋮ sam x f!reader ˖ ݁𖥔݁˖

people look at you together and don’t quite get it at first but it works because you both understand what it means to give everything to something you love 🩰🪽

your schedules are a mess. rehearsals that bleed late into the night, opening nights circled in red, classes stacked back to back, performances that take up weekends. Sam never complains. he just rearranges his life around you. dates in between rehearsals, coffee waiting in the car because you missed breakfast.

some nights you come home buzzing, other nights you come home exhausted, toes aching, hair still pinned up. either way, sam listens. he lets you ramble about casting drama, broken pointe shoes, uneven floors, last minute casting changes. he doesn’t always get it but he’s learning. he asks questions, he remembers names, he googles things later. he pretends it doesn’t matter but it matters to him because you matter.

sam, who once thought art was just “nice” now knows why a correction can ruin your whole day, knows that “it was okay” actually means “I’m devastated but too tired to cry.” he learns to appreciate the art.

somehow, sam ends up helping with your choreography assignments. first as a human prop, then as a genuine collaborator like watching runs, or offering feedback that’s surprisingly thoughtful.

you live and breathe dance. you work out choreography in your head while brushing your teeth, while waiting for coffee, while stopped at a crosswalk. sometimes you mark steps right there on the sidewalk. sam eventually starts positioning himself so you don’t bump into people, hands in his pockets, smiling like this is the best show he’s ever seen.

the apartment is a disaster in the best way. fabric everywhere, pins on the table, half-finished costumes draped over chairs. sam learns quickly where not to sit. he loves watching you sew, he loves how focused you get.

sam is endlessly awestruck by your passion, he knows what devotion looks like he’s lived it but seeing it in you, so beautifully different from his own, makes him fall in love all over again.

at the end of the day, people assume you’re opposites, but at home it just makes sense when you're stretching on the floor while he ices an old injury, looking at him with tired eyes while his are filled with adoration. you teach Sam softness, he teaches you discipline. and somewhere in between you perfectly balance each other and you realize you’re not opposites at all. 💌

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

i love love opposites attract i eat it RIGHT UP! every time

[warfaredoll]

MERRY CHRISTMAS BABYY

HAIHAI MERRY CHRISTMAS CUTIE 💝🎁❄️

[warfaredoll]

I’m glad you are back, this has been me waiting for a Ray fanfic lol 😭…

me and you sharing the same brain cell when it comes to him:

new Ray fic can be read here .ᐟ

[warfaredoll]

the people’s princess is back THANK GOD .

this is a req!! could u write a smut where reader is a virgin and tommy kinda stresses/gets really “no fucking way….are you?” bc he’s just never been with a virgin before and he’s worried about hurting her PLUS funny moment where reader says “oh, you’re that big.” 😦 and tommy is just laughing at her shock

how i looked like writing this:

can be read here .ᐟ

[warfaredoll]

.ೃ࿔*ੈ BEFORE IT WINDS DOWN INTO THE MEMORIES

Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

smut with plot ⸝⸝ he cries while jerking off ⸝⸝

Ray was slumped against the wall near the front room, one leg stretched out, the other bent with his arm draped over his knee. his rifle was resting beside him, untouched since their early sweep. he hadn’t slept right in days, hadn’t felt right in even longer.

everything ached from his shoulders to his heart. he missed you. god, he missed you so bad it physically hurt sometimes.

he rubbed his hands over his face, sighing low, willing his body to get through another day without snapping.

Ray was supposed to be on watch duty. he knew that, he really did. but the only sound was the occasional pop of distant gunfire far off, not close enough to worry about yet. the only thing louder than the gunfire was the way his own heartbeat every time his thoughts drifted back to you.

at first it was harmless… sweet, even.

he remembered the way you’d smiled at him, soft and warm. how your hand always slipped into his, fitting so perfectly. he breathed slow, replaying your voice in his head, your favorite things, the little things he practiced remembering, just in case he ever had to cling to something comforting.

but of course, sweetness only got him so far. because once he let himself think of you… really think of you… the thoughts changed.

he could almost feel the weight of your thighs tightening around his head, your breathless little moans while his tongue worked you open, tasted you. his jaw flexed at the memory. the way you’d pulled his hair when you were getting close…

his body felt flushed, he could feel the heat rising in his chest, crawling right up his neck

Ray shifted where he sat on the floor, jaw tight, because thinking about the way you clung to him when he fucked you wasn’t doing him any favors. neither was remembering how you looked when you were riding him; sitting pretty on his cock, your thighs trembling, your hands braced on his chest while he smoothed his palms up your sides. he could see it so clearly. his thumbs brushing the swell of your breasts, your breath catching, that shy little expression you always got right before you sank fully down on him again.

“shit…” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his position because there was no hiding the way his pants had grown way too tight. uncomfortably so. every twitch of his cock made the fabric strain, making him curse himself for letting his mind wander like this.

he dragged in a slow breath, but it didn’t help. not when he could still feel you in every part of him. your warmth, your voice, your body wrapped around his.

watch duty was going terribly

all he could watch… all he could feel… was you.

Ray knew he should’ve stopped. should’ve adjusted himself, forced his mind somewhere, anywhere else. that’s what he always did on watch, what he was trained to do. but right now he let the ache stay, let his cock throb and stiffen until the tip pressed insistently against the front of his pants, tenting the fabric.

he looked down at himself, a small breath catching in his throat.

all that… just from thinking of you. a small, helpless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

he glanced around the empty room just once, quickly. nobody, no footsteps, not a sound. no reason to deny what his body was begging for.

his gear came off fast, his hands making quick work of every strap, every clasp. his vest thunked against the floor. that tight olive green shirt stayed on clinging to him, stretching over his chest, the sleeves hugging his biceps just the way you liked them.

then his fingers slid to his waistband.

he tugged his pants and boxers down in one desperate motion, the fabric catching on his thighs before falling away. the moment his cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip he let out a sharp, shaky hiss at the relief. it bobbed upward, a desperate twitch like he’d been waiting hours instead of minutes.

“Fuck” he breathed, voice low

he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it, biting it to keep it out of the way. the fabric stretched between his teeth as his chest rose and fell.

then his hand wrapped around himself firm and familiar.

the first slow stroke earned a groan out of him, deep and helpless. and once he started… he didn’t stop.

he stroked himself steadily, hips giving tiny, involuntary thrusts into his own fist. his head fell back, eyes squeezing shut tight as he chased the feeling, chased the memory of you.

your thighs around his head, your warmth squeezing around him, your voice, your moans, your breath on his neck, your name on his tongue.

he let it spill out. let the groans escape, let your name fall from his lips like something he’d been starving to speak.

his throat tightened, he felt his eyes sting, he missed you. god, he fucking missed you.

his strokes picked up, faster, needier. his hips rolled into his hand like he was trying to meet a rhythm only his memory could give him. every breath grew shakier, every groan more desperate. the pleasure curled low in his stomach, his cock pulsing hard in his grip as he got closer, too close. close enough that the ache in his chest matched the one throbbing in his cock.

he swallowed hard, jaw clenched around his shirt, but the sound still escaped him broken, choked, and needy.

he was right there, right on the edge, thinking only of you.

Ray’s vision blurred from the tears welling up in his eyes, and the only sound he could hear was of his own shaky, desperate strokes. the prickle at the corners of his eyes finally spilled over, tears slipping down his cheeks in hot, uneven trails.

“f-fuck..” he choked out, the word breaking in half sob, half moan

he wasn’t embarrassed, not even close. if anything, the tears felt honest.

like real proof of just how deeply he loved you, how much it ached to want someone so intensely your body couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and grief.

a droplet slid off his jaw and landed on his stomach, then another on his thigh. his shirt stayed clenched between his teeth, stretching as his whole body tensed. his hips bucked up into his fist, searching for more, chasing that sweet release.

the bead of slick at his tip thickened, leaking over his knuckles as his cock twitched hard once, twice and then he was there.

his breath caught in his throat as spurts of cum spilled across his stomach, his thighs. streaks everywhere his body flexed. each twitch of his cock wrung another groan out of him, louder than he intended.

he slumped back against the wall, letting his head fall with a dull thud.

“Such a fucking mess…” he breathed

tears still clung to his lashes, staining his cheeks in uneven streaks. his hand still slick, still trembling lifted, and he used the back of it to swipe at his eyes.

he exhaled shakily, chest rising and falling, body limp and undone.

all because he missed you, all because thinking of you undid him completely.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

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and then he started crying

[warfaredoll]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Tommy × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

smut w plot ⸝⸝ virgin!reader ⸝⸝ requested ⸝⸝

“Tommy” you mumbled between kisses, your voice breathy and interrupted by the way he nipped at your lower lip

“Hmm” he hummed in response without breaking the kiss

“I need to tell you something…” you barely managed to mumble, the words muffled against his insistent lips. your palms found his bare shoulders, fingers splaying across the warm muscle as you gently pushed him back

Tommy finally pulled back, his eyebrow slightly raised in confusion as his chest rose and fell with quick breaths. “Yeah? What is it?” he breathed softly, his lips wet and glossed from your kissing.

this was the moment you’d been dreading, worrying about for longer than you wanted to admit. you knew he’d be kind, Tommy was always kind with you. “I just…” you swallowed, eyes flicking away for a second before forcing yourself to look at him. “I’m… inexperienced. like really inexperienced. I thought you should know before we…” your words drifted off, the implication there.

Tommy's eyes widened slightly before searching yours as he processed your words. he didn't pull away completely.. instead, his hands stayed planted on either side of your head. you could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest mixed with the faint scent of his cologne.

"Hey” he murmured, his voice low and reassuring, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about. really." his lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, before hovering just above your mouth again. "I'm glad you told me"

his words eased the knot in your stomach a little. still, embarrassment clawed at you, making your fingers tighten on his shoulders. beneath him, you were exposed, your body bare.

"I just... I don't want to disappoint you" you whispered, as you traced the line of his collarbone with your eyes "I've never... you know."

he shook his head, shifting his weight to one arm so his free hand could cup your face "Disappoint me? never." tho, what he really wanted to say was ‘baby, are you seriously a virgin?!’ but he decided it was best to keep that to himself.

he looked a little shaken despite his calm demeanor. you felt his heart racing even faster under your palm. Tommy was experienced and confident, but now he stood there rubbing the side of his neck like he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Tommy..” you murmured again, softer, needier this time

“I just…” his voice cracked “I don’t want to hurt you.” his fingers ghosted over your hip, light, hesitant.

your legs tightened again, hooking behind him, dragging him flush against you “with you, I want to.” you reassured him

his eyes locked onto yours then. slowly, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours “Okay” he murmured softly

his hands finally settled on your hips, big and steady. he shifted his weight, letting his body press you into the sheets, carefully. “You tell me if I go too fast” he said, low and serious, even as his lips brushed your jaw “If you need to stop. If anything hurts.”

you nodded, but he shook his head lightly “No, baby. say it.”

your fingers ran through his buzzed hair pulling , just enough to make him grunt “I’ll tell you.”

that seemed to be what he needed, his shoulders relaxed. he kissed you then, slow but deep, his mouth warm against yours. one of his hands slid higher, spreading over your ribs, your chest, the heat of his palm making your back arch for him.

you felt him breathe out against your lips, a shaky sound, like he was the one overwhelmed.

“this feels different.” he murmured as he dragged his lips down your throat

you felt him press closer, hips settling between your thighs perfectly “Feels like my first time too.”

Tommy’s mouth parted, just a second before it curled into that shameless, cocky little grin he only got when he was worked up and trying not to show it. his eyes flicked down between your spread pussy and the very obvious outline of his cock straining against his boxers.

“look at you.” he exhaled, almost laughing under his breath

he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down slowly, teasingly and then his cock sprang free, flushed and big, bigger than you had even imagined when you’d felt him grinding against you before.

your eyes flew wide immediately

“Tommy!” you squealed

“What?” he chuckled low

“You’re- you’re that big!?” you stared, eyebrows scrunched in genuine worry and a little awe.

“Mhmm” Tommy hummed, pleased. wrapping one large hand around the base and lifting it just slightly so you could really see the size of him. his thumb stroked along the underside, showing off, making you swallow hard.

he watched your expression with a small grin that softened into pride, yes, but also it was also tender.

he released his cock, letting it bob free. before leaning down to capture your mouth in a reassuring kiss while one hand slid between your bodies, fingers parting your folds to stroke gently along your wet slit. you gasped into the kiss, hips bucking up instinctively as he circled your clit with his thumb, spreading your arousal.

'We'll take it slow” he promised against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch your face as he dipped a finger inside you. you were tight, he added a second finger slowly, scissoring them to open you up, his free hand kneading your breast, pinching the nipple to distract from any discomfort.

he worked you, curling his fingers slightly. 'Fuck” he groaned, his cock twitching against your thigh, leaving a smear of precum on your skin "I’m gonna take good care of you”

he kissed down your jaw, sucking a mark into the hollow of your throat while his fingers pumped steadily, until you were writhing beneath him. “Tell me when you're ready” he murmured, as his hips rocked forward, seeking friction against your leg.

you nodded frantically “now... Tommy, please.” he withdrew his fingers with a slick sound.

Tommy braced one arm into the mattress and stroked himself with the other, his thick hand working slowly up and down his cock. the sheer size of it made your stomach twist with nerves, his cock already glistening from the head as another bead of precum formed. his gaze stayed between your thighs, jaw flexing as he exhaled hard through his nose

"Okay. ready baby?"

your fingers dug lightly into the sheets beside you, brows knitting together "slow please" you whispered. you glanced down at yourself, at your body beneath him, and then back up at his face

"I will." he replied with a soft smile. he shifted closer, the bed dipping with the weight, and slid his big palm along your thigh. his hand alone dwarfed you, fingers wrapping easily around the curve of your leg as he pressed it wider, nudging you open further. he rubbed his thumb over your skin in slow circles, warming you up, trying to give you just a little more space for him to fill

the bed creaked beneath him as he hovered himself over you, his hand still resting heavy on your thigh. he'd given your clit a slow, coaxing rub, big thumb circling you in lazy strokes until your hips shifted up instinctively, earning a soft gasp from your lips. his cock twitched in his hand as he guided it down, thick head pressing right at your entrance, slick with his precum, nudging insistently against your tight opening

even with the slickness, the first push burned. that fat head stretched you, and the sharp sting of it had pain flashing across your face before you could hide it. "Ahh-" your body tensing as he tried to push deeper, jaw locked, lip caught hard between his teeth as if sheer force could make him fit

your hands quickly flew up, pressing against his chest, your small palms barely doing anything to stop him. "ah, Tommy- wait, wait! it hurts" you whimpered, eyes shutting tight as your legs gave a reflexive squeeze around him

immediately he froze. concern coming across his whole face in an instant, his brows drawn tight, and he pulled back until only his slick tip rested against you again "It hurts?" his voice was rough, but full with worry

"mhm" you nodded quickly, chest rising and falling quickly as the shame grew from admitting it "slower, Tommy... please."

you expected frustration maybe even disappointment from him, but instead he just looked at you "I got you" he murmured, his lips twitching in a faint small smile

and then he adjusted. instead of going in fully, he started to tease you, the fat head of his cock gliding just barely into your opening before sliding back out. he fucked you with the tip, short little strokes that never went deeper than you could take, each thrust spreading you just a bit more. the movement dragged over your clit with every push, the friction building up a sharp mix of sting and pleasure until your mouth fell open, a shaky moan escaping

"Mmhh.. ahh! Tommy..." you breathed, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he kept working you open inch by inch. he groaned above you, forehead dipping low

"God, you feel so damn tight" he panted, voice cracking from holding himself back. his hips moved slow, and careful, your body trembling as it adjusted around his size

his jaw was tight, every muscle in his neck straining as he rocked his hips shallowly, just the fat tip of his cock pushing inside you and sliding out again. the sensation had little cries slipping out every time he nudged your clit on the way in. your chest rose and fell fast, nipples brushing his skin, the size of him overwhelming you even when he hadn't given you more than a few inches

"Tommy..." you whined, your eyes closing shut as your pussy tried to suck him in deeper than you could handle

he groaned low, forehead pressing against yours as sweat dampened his face "Baby.. fuck" his voice was hoarse, his breath coming ragged with every little thrust "You're so damn tight like this….. swear I could cum just from this."

you felt the way his cock twitched against your pussy even without being buried, the fat head swelling as if he was seconds away from cumming. his big hand still held your thigh wide open, thumb stroking your skin, grinding a little faster against you.

you whimpered, the mix of pleasure and ache. "Tommy don't" you gasped, though your nails digging into his back told him the opposite "Not yet..."

he let out a rough laugh, lips brushing your ear, his voice trembling "Trying baby. fuck, I'm trying but you feel so good, just the tip."

the head of his cock slid in and out of you with wet little sounds, each thrust dragging slick across your clit. your pussy clenched hard around him, and a broken "fuck" came out from his throat as he forced himself to pull almost all the way out

his face hovered above yours, sweat dripping down his temple "If I don't slow down I'm gonna cum without even being inside you" he admitted, breathless, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his cock twitched against your entrance, soaked and throbbing.

his tip dragged back in and out of your tight entrance.

your body was clenching without thought, squeezing around that fat tip as though begging to swallow more of him, but the stretch made it impossible. it was too much and not enough at the same time

"T-Tommy.. ohh-"

he dropped his forehead to yours, groaning "Fuck baby, I can't." his voice was strangled, hips slowing as the thick head of his cock throbbed inside you. he pulled back, just the swollen head slipping through your entrance, and then pushed forward again, grinding it against your clit in the process. his eyes shut tight, sweat dripping down his face as he hissed "gonna cum just like this, just from your pussy squeezing my tip-"

and he did. with one more thrust his whole body tensed, biceps straining, his cock against you "fuck, fuckkk" he groaned, spilling cum across your folds and clit, making you messy with it. his hips twitched, his breath ragged, as the head of his cock pulsed hard against your entrance, finishing until it dripped down your slit. the sight of his cum covering you, thick and sticky, had your body trembling, overwhelmed by the idea that he hadn't even gotten inside you before cumming.

he fell forward slightly, catching himself with a grunt, his face hovering over yours, eyes glazed "Shit, baby... i told you" he panted, kissing your cheek, your jaw, trying to catch his breath as his cock softened just a little against you. his big hand soothed over your leg, thumb stroking in apology

but Tommy wasn't done. even half hard, he rubbed himself along your slick folds, smearing his own cum over your pussy, coating your clit until you whimpered and squirmed under the friction. the sight of your pussy glistening with cum, open and needy, had him back to full hardness in minutes. he lifted his head, lips curling in a slow smile "you wanted slower, baby... we'll do slow. i'm gonna get all the way in this time."

he lined himself up again, your pussy already wet and messy from him, and pressed the tip back inside. this time the sting was dulled, your body looser, wetter, better prepared for him. inch by inch he sank into you, groaning with every stretch, your nails digging into his back as you gasped and trembled

"Yesss, that's it" he breathed, eyes locked on your face, watching the way your lips parted, the way your brows furrowed at the sweet ache. his cock throbbed inside you, stretching you wider than you thought possible "taking me so good, baby. so fuckin' tight still..."

your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned against your neck "Mmmhh, I'm not stopping this time. gonna stay in this pussy."

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

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this was sm fun to write 😆 i was having sum dejavú!

[warfaredoll]

girl we miss you

me coming back to u guys :

finals done & finally on break 🎄 ugh i missed u guys sm!! if you will.. i'm working on a lil sum sum 👀

[warfaredoll]

girrrl where are you 😭😭 come back

wait im still alive and writing !! i've been so inactive bc of school 😒 BUT IM BACK TO PISS THE ANONS OFF W MY WRITING N FICS 😛🤫