[warfaredoll]

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[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]

NO MERCY, NO PARDON FOR STOLEN TIME

Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

smut w plot ⸝⸝ naked humping & grinding ⸝⸝ slight sub!Ray ⸝⸝ he cums without the tip even being in ⸝⸝ . . wc 6k

ത hai it’s been a minute !

Ray sat on the bottom bunk with his elbows on his knees, staring down at the cracked floor beneath him. one crack split into three near the leg of his bunk, seven smaller cracks branched toward the aisle. he counted them again. anything to keep his mind occupied.

the sudden call of his name made his head snap up instantly. a drill sergeant stood a few feet away from him holding a thin packet of papers.

"Visitation orders." for a second Ray just stared. then his chest tightened so fast it almost hurt.

finally

he crossed the room quickly, taking the papers with careful hands despite the excitement in him. his eyes skimmed the page once, twice, just to make sure he wasn't imagining it.

authorized leave: Family visitation approved

he didn't even remember the last real break he'd had. the second basic ended, he'd been shipped straight into additional training commands. no leave, no breaks, no chance to breathe. just one set of orders after another until the days blurred together. but now he got to see you. a grin tugged at his mouth before he could stop it. he was already kneeling beside his bed, dragging his duffel out from underneath with a rough scrape. the bag looked worn now, edges roughed up from travel, your careful packing long since ruined by rushed inspections.

still, the moment he unzipped it, even now, he could see you in it. the way every shirt had originally been folded with careful hands, the socks rolled together neatly, the tiny stitched initials you'd added near the inside lining because you worried he'd lose things.

his throat tightened. he missed you. missed your hands, missed your voice, missed the way you'd stood on the bed to reach the top shelf while packing for him, pretending not to cry whenever he caught you wiping your face.

"You're overpacking" he'd teased back then

"And you're underpacking" you shot back immediately, shoving another pair of socks into the bag.

"I'm going to basic, not dying."

your face had fallen so quickly he regretted the joke instantly. Ray swallowed hard at the memory now.

he started pulling unnecessary gear from the duffel, tossing extra shirts aside, reorganizing things with hurried hands. but unlike your careful folding, his packing was messy and efficient. you would've sighed dramatically and fixed it for him already. a quiet chuckle escaped him at the thought.

one of the guys across from him raised an eyebrow. "You good?"

"Yeah" Ray answered immediately. he was more than good. for the first time in months, he felt alive again.

his fingers brushed against the bottom pocket of the bag where your letter was kept, the edges were worn soft from rereading. he opened it carefully despite already knowing every word by heart.

‘miss you more than anything. come back to me soon, okay?’

Ray shut his eyes briefly. this time, he actually could. but that didn't last long. his train of thought was broken by the sudden dip of the mattress beside him. Ray's shoulders tensed instantly.

"how's it going?"

he didn't look up at first. instead, he kept stuffing clothes into the duffel, folding one shirt with unnecessary concentration as if that alone would make the conversation die naturally. most days people took the hint eventually. the barracks had taught everyone how to leave each other alone. apparently not today.

Ray finally glanced sideways. a guy sat casually on the edge of his bunk, forearms resting on his knees like they were old friends. familiar face, same buzzed haircut as everyone else. same tired eyes. Ray knew he'd seen him every day for months and yet nothing. no name came to mind.

"Going well" Ray answered shortly, voice flat with disinterest.

the guy nodded anyway, unbothered

"You got anyone waiting for you? Family?"

that answer came instantly, it didn't even require thought.

"Got my girl-" Ray corrected himself quickly, unable to stop the small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"My girl is back home."

the guy gave him a slow, knowing nod

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

the guy smirked faintly "I'll see you around, man." he stood, giving Ray's shoulder a quick pat before walking off toward the other bunks. Ray watched him leave for a moment. in all honesty... he had no idea who that was. not his name, not where he was from. nothing and somehow that felt wrong.

they'd spent months together. eating side by side, running until their lungs burned. sleeping in the same barracks, showering shoulder to shoulder with thirty other exhausted recruits, getting screamed at together. yet everyone had become a blur of same uniforms.

Ray frowned slightly, guilt settling uncomfortably in his chest. he tried to remember.

maybe Martinez? no. Miller? something with an M maybe.

he rubbed a hand over his face with a quiet sigh. the military stripped people down fast. same clothes, same haircut, same schedule. after a while, individuality started fading whether you meant for it to or not. but never you. even now, with months between you, he could still picture every detail perfectly. the curve of your smile. the way your fingers hooked around his wrist when you didn't want him getting out of bed yet. the sound of your laugh when he said something stupid just to hear it.

Ray looked back down at the duffel and noticed one of his shirts folded crooked. without thinking, he fixed it carefully. just the way you used to.

but god, he already knew he wouldn't hear the end of it once he got home. he could picture you perfectly. standing in the doorway with your arms crossed tight over your chest, pretending to be upset. your face turned away dramatically, lips pushed into that stubborn pout you always wore whenever you were trying not to smile.

"You know how long you left me for?"

the thought alone nearly made him laugh because there was never any real bite behind it. not when your eyes always softened the second you looked at him too long and especially not when you missed him just as badly. Ray's tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he tried holding back the grin threatening to spread across his face. he already knew exactly how it would go.

the second he saw you, you'd try acting annoyed for maybe thirty seconds. a minute if you were really committed to the act.

then he'd pull you close by the waist

"come here."

and one kiss. that was all it ever took and you'd melt right back into him like always. the thought made a warm feeling settle deep in his chest. he missed touching you, missed the weight of you against him after long days. and missed the way you always automatically reached for him without thinking. the way you'd curl into his side like your body already knew where it belonged.

home never really felt like a place anymore. now it was just you.

Ray leaned back slightly against the bunk frame, staring up at the ceiling as noise echoed around the barracks. for once, it all sounded distant. because in his head, he was already home. already imagining your face when you opened the door. he wondered if you'd cry. you probably would. you always cried when emotions got too big for you to hold inside. that thought alone made him frown.

his hand tightened around the folded letter still sitting in his lap. a few more days. just a few more days and he could stop hearing your voice through shitty calls. he could stop pretending letters were enough. a few more days and he'd finally have you in his arms again. and he swore to himself right then he'd make up for every second apart.

and that was exactly how it played out. Ray didn't warn you he was coming home. no phone call, no text. no, "Hey baby, I'm coming" he wanted to see the surprise on your face for real.

so he showed up one afternoon, duffel hanging off his shoulder as he stood at your front door with the biggest grin on his face. the moment the door opened, your eyes widened so fast it almost made him laugh.

"Ray!" you squealed his name like you couldn't believe he was actually standing there before throwing yourself at him immediately, arms wrapping tight around his neck and there it was, home.

Ray caught you easily, laughing under his breath as he held you close. god, he'd missed this. missed you, your warmth, your voice right in his ear instead of through a static phone call. for a moment, you just held him and he buried his face against you, eyes closing briefly.

but just as quickly as your excitement came, he felt they way your body stiffened slightly in his arms.

Ray already knew what was coming. could practically see the words sitting right there on the tip of your pretty lips and he was waiting for it. you pulled back just enough to look at him properly, and there was that tiny pout the one he'd been expecting since the second his leave got approved.

"You know how long you left me for?"

there it was. he bit back a smile.

"Baby..." he started. Ray's voice softened immediately, one hand already sliding naturally toward your waist. "It was only a few months."

your jaw dropped. "Only?" you repeated in disbelief. Ray's grin widened.

"Don't touch me" you huffed immediately, trying to pull away despite the fact you were still practically glued to him.

"Don't touch you how?" Ray murmured, voice low with amusement as he stepped closer again anyway. before you could move away, a large hand settled firmly against your waist before pulling you against his chest like he physically couldn't stand even an inch of distance between you.

"Like this?" he asked quietly.

his brown eyes stayed on yours; warm, amused and so unbearably fond, watching every tiny reaction you tried so hard to hide. "You don't like this?"

you were fighting it with everything you had. avoiding his eyes, trying to keep space between you. trying not to smile. trying to keep your little attitude going for at least another minute. but Ray knew you too well. always had. knew the exact way your breathing changed when he got close, knew how your hands twitched like they wanted to grab him already.

your breath caught slightly when his thumb brushed against your side, and he noticed.

"Ray" you warned.

"What? come here." he said innocently, though the grin threatening his mouth ruined the act entirely.

you tried turning your face away from him again, but he only leaned closer until you could feel his breath fan softly against your cheek.

"still mad at me?"

"yes.”

"Mm." his eyes flicked to your lips for half a second, then back up to your eyes. "you don't sound very convincing."

you opened your mouth to argue, but he stole a quick kiss before you could. just one. fast enough to make you break into the most annoyed little groan afterward.

"Fine, okay" you muttered finally, defeated.

Ray grinned immediately. there it is. he won. whatever this little game between you was, he won it again, every single time.

your hands moved to the tags hanging from his neck, fingers curling around them gently as you tugged him down closer again. Ray let you, his eyes moving slowly across your face while you talked. his expression changed the second he looked at you properly. the tiny crease between your brows when you pretended to be upset, the softness in your eyes that only ever showed for him. he'd spent months trying to remember your face exactly right, scared time would blur it somehow but standing here now, no picture in his head could compare.

"ony because I love you" you murmured quietly.

that softened him immediately. "Really?" he asked, smiling now, warm and boyish and so painfully in love with you it made your chest ache.

you simply answered by kissing him and this time you didn't pull away. his hands settled at your waist while yours stayed in his tags, the cool metal pressed between your fingers, enough proof he was actually here, actually home.

Ray kissed you back like he'd missed breathing you. slow at first, savoring the soft feel of your tongue against his, warm spit making your lips glide perfectly against each other, then deeper when you melted fully into him, your earlier complaints forgotten entirely. his hand tightened at your waist while yours slid into the short hair at the back of his head, your lips started moving diagonally, then to the corner of his lips, then his jawline, down towards his neck where his dog tags rested. he let out a long content sigh and suddenly all those lonely months apart felt very, very far away.

Ray wasted no time and met you in bed, discarding his clothes and your own. the mattress dipped beneath his weight as you settled on top of him, your legs sliding along either side of his hips. his breath fanned softly against your skin, while the fabric of his boxers skimmed the inside of your thighs every time either of you shifted. and there it was again that big, stupid smile. the same one he’d worn the second you opened the front door. his brown eyes were wide and curious like he still couldn’t fully believe you were actually here beneath his hands instead of hundreds of miles away. his dog tags pooled around his neck, the cool metal resting against his chest as he looked up at you.

your thumb dragged slowly along his chin. Ray’s smile softened instantly, while the other hand smoothing over his chest made him exhale quietly, muscles relaxing beneath your touch in a way they hadn’t in months. training had left him constantly tense, always braced for yelling and orders. his hands settled at your waist automatically, thumbs brushing slow circles against your sides.

you fingers found the band of his boxers absentmindedly, toying lightly with the elastic while you sat over him. Ray’s breath hitched at the light contact. even now after months apart, neither of you hesitated. it was strange how the body remembered.

you remembered the feel of him beneath your hands, the shape of his shoulders, the faint scar near his collarbone. and Ray remembered you just as well. the tiny freckles and moles you didn’t even know existed until he pointed them out after the first time he saw you bare. he remembered the places your body reacted when he touched you, the little expressions you made when you were trying to hide how much you wanted him. every inch still familiar despite the time apart.

his hands slid slowly up your sides as you slowly began moving over his bulge, his eyes widened slightly when he realized what you were doing.

“Baby.” he murmured softly, half warning and affection mixing together in his voice. but you couldn’t help it anymore. Ray had been gone too long. phone calls and letters weren’t enough, sleeping alone wasn’t enough, missing him had been a growing ache for months, and now that he was finally here, warm beneath you, smiling up at you like you were everything. you needed him close. you needed to feel him.

without much thought, you started moving slowly against him, a gentle back and forth motion that made Ray suck in a quiet breath through his teeth. his grip on your waist tightened instantly.

“you like that?” he muttered under his breath, smiling slightly despite already knowing the answer to that.

you tried hiding your face in his neck out of embarrassment, but the low laugh that came from his chest told you he noticed anyway. you mentally noted how much you had missed the sound of his laugh pleasantly filling the bedroom.

“Couldn’t stay sweet for long, huh?”

“You left me” you mumbled against his skin.

“It was just a few months.”

“just a few?” you scoffed slightly “it felt like forever.”

that earned another soft laugh from him. his eyes closed shut. “I know.”

Ray tipped his head back against the pillow for a second as you moved over him again, his dog tags shifting against his chest with every breath. his hands never stopped touching you; smoothing along your waist, your thighs, your back, cupping your breasts gently at first, thumbs grazing your nipples, then slowly, giving them a squeeze.

“fuck they’re so soft.” he exhaled breath ragged, toying with them.

his hands settled back on your waist, tightening at your hips, helping guide your movements as he looked back up at you, laughing softly under his breath like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

“I missed you so bad” he groaned softly, helping you shift against him. in one quick motion he tugged his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, he exhaled sharply through his nose seeing pre cum already beading at the tip just from you sitting so pretty on him. the movement earned a breathless little sound from you, and Ray immediately looked back up with that same stupid grin threatening at the corners of his mouth.

“There you go” he murmured, voice low and affectionate.

his cock rested warm and hard against your stomach. he’d been gone too long, and you weren’t about to make this easy for him.

his hands slid to your hips as you positioned yourself over him, his cock pressed against his stomach now while you hovered just above it. the sight made both of you glance down for a second, and Ray let out a quiet laugh, confused almost as to why you weren’t guiding his cock to your entrance.

“Seriously?” he murmured, eyes flicking back up to yours. “you going to make me beg too?”

“Maybe” you whispered, unable to hide your smile. you were going to drag this on until you felt he was worthy enough to feel your pussy around him.

his expression softened, somewhere between amusement and desperation. “missed your attitude too.”

you rolled your eyes at that. slowly, carefully, he hooked his thumb into the fabric of your panties and tugged them to the aside just enough for your bare pussy to brush against him. the contact made both of you inhale sharply.

“Fuuck" he mouthed silently, eyes closing shut, his hands tightening on your hips “That’s better.”

you moved fully against him now with his cock rested right below your pussy. you rubbed his cock through your pussy slowly, letting the head glide along your slickness, sliding between your lips without pushing in, but just enough friction to make you suck in a small breath. his cock nudged at your entrance until you pulled back, teasing him again and again.

his cock slid slick against your folds, the head catching on your clit with each forward grind, and you watched as he fought the urge to buck up into you. Ray’s grip tightened at your waist, his head falling back for a second before he looked at you again

“Yeah… cmon” he urged quietly. “Don’t play fair.”

you continued moving against him in slow drags, every roll of your hips pulled another strained breath from Ray, the mess built quickly, precum dribbling down his tip and onto his stomach. you pressed his cock deeper between your lips, not inside but nestling against your entrance, teasing the barest hint of what he couldn't have. each bead of precum mixing with your own wetness, making a wet, squelching sound with each grind forward.

Ray's hand landed on your ass, a firm smack, followed by his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Look at us” he whispered, and you obeyed, gaze dropping to where your bodies joined. the contrast of his flushed cock against your bare pussy, your panties pushed aside, the wet string of arousal connecting you was perfect. you laughed breathlessly, and the motion made you rock harder, his cock sliding up to press against your clit again. a jolt of pleasure shot through you, and you let your head fall back. his hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts.

your pace quickened without meaning to, chasing the warmth building between you both. Ray’s hands slid up your body, settling at your chest while his eyes stayed on you moving over him, he couldn’t look away even if he tried.

the room filled with uneven breathing, your thighs started to ache from the movement, but you barely noticed,

“you feel so good like this.” he breathed, hands finding your waist but not daring to guide he knew better. his thumbs traced circles on your hipbones instead. you rewarded him with a slower grind, circling your hips so the ridge of his cock ran along your clit in a lazy figure eight. his fingers tightened on your waist. the sight of his tip disappearing beneath your folds, then reappearing shiny and wet made his hips twitch up ever so slightly.

your palms pressed harder against his chest as the feeling finally grew overwhelming and warm. a broken moan slipped from your lips as your head tipped back, completely lost in it for a moment.

Ray let out a low groan at the sight, one hand sliding to your hip while the other gave your thigh a light, approving squeeze. “There she is” he whispered, smiling like he’d been waiting forever to see you like this again.

your pace grew faster, more desperate now, every drag of your hips pulling shaky breaths from both of you. Ray’s head fell back against the plush pillow for a second

“… just like that” he breathed, voice strained.

you squirmed ontop of him, your hips twitching involuntarily as your body tried to keep that sweet overwhelming sensation. every brush of his cock against your slick folds, every graze of your swollen clit against his pelvis, made you shudder. but to Ray, it was fucking adorable. he smirked down at you, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to keep you steady while you chased the feeling building tighter and tighter inside you.

"Hey, stay still for me" he hissed through gritted teeth. “going to make me cum just from this”

your palms pressed hard into his chest, fucking yourself harder and needier. Ray watched you completely fucked beneath you, eyes heavy, lips parted every soft sound from you pulling him closer to the edge too.

your head tipped back with one last broken moan as the pleasure finally snapped, warmth rushing through you all at once.

Ray groaned loudly, as your release triggered his own.

“Wait- Ray, don’t—” you gasped, but the words came too late.

Ray’s body tensed as your pussy rocked forward over his cock one last time "baby fuck" he gasped, thick ropes of cum leaked from the slit, splattering across his stomach and your inner thighs.. and onto your panties.

your hips stuttered against him, still grinding, but sloppier now, riding out the pulses that gripped your pussy with nothing but his cock sliding between your folds. you rolled your hips once more, deliberately dragging your clit along the entire length of him.

Ray groaned softly underneath you, the sound half pleasure, half disbelief. his palms stayed over your waist, urging you to keep grinding slowly now, squeezing out the last spurts of cum that dribbled down his cock.

he laughed breathlessly afterward, one hand dragging over his face as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck… that was way too quick” he admitted between pants, clearly embarrassed despite the grin tugging at his mouth. “wasn’t even inside you.”

you collapsed forward, forehead pressing against his, your breath uneven and shared. his cock was still trapped between you, slick with your release, twitching against his stomach. you finally looked down at the mess between you both and let out a dramatic groan of your own.

"Shit, look at all that cum…” he groaned.

“Ray!” you whined, smacking his chest lightly, “this was my favorite pair.”

he glanced down, your panties were coated with his cum now soaked into the fabric, glistening where it had landed. then looked back up at you, still trying not to laugh.

“They’re my favorite too” he shot back immediately.

your jaw dropped in offense while he finally broke into a tired grin, clearly amused that even after all that, you still had enough energy left to argue with him.

“I’m sorry” he breathed out, still catching himself between uneven breaths. his hands slid carefully along your thighs, thumbs brushing soothing circles against your skin. “Just… let me feel you. Just the tip”

you stayed where you were for a moment, trembling slightly from the aftershocks still rolling through you. the warmth between your bodies hadn’t faded at all, and Ray looked up at you like he was hanging onto every tiny movement you made.

with your thighs aching, your pussy still fluttering against the underside of his shaft. slowly you lifted your hips just enough to align the head of his cock with your entrance, not pushing down, just letting it rest there, the head nestled at your opening, you could feel the slight, burning pressure of him right there. enough to tease him with the possibility of fucking you properly.

“I’m sorry for leaving. I shouldn’t have.” Ray said letting out a shaky breath, dragging a hand over his face. “Fuck, I’m sorry” he repeated.

“No, you’re not” you murmured, your thumb brushing lightly across his lower lip. maybe that was cruel.

but Ray’s eyes softened. he turned his head just enough to press a kiss against your thumb, his gaze half lidded as it lifted back to yours.

“I swear baby” he said quietly. “I am.”

the sincerity in his voice almost made you cave immediately. almost.

but instead, you tilted your head slightly, curious to see how much more you could drag this on for. you rolled your hips forward again, dragging him away from where he wanted to be and back into letting his cock slide up, past your entrance, back against your clit.

Ray let out a helpless sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh, his forehead falling briefly to the side.

“you keep playin’ like this.. and I’ll be begging” he muttered almost pleading this time, though the smile in his voice gave him away instantly and maybe that was what you wanted.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

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[warfaredoll]

𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

[𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚] 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐦

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

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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.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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

dance of the sugar plum fairy makes me feel so nostalgic. still remember the first time i saw the nutcracker ❄️ ˚₊⋆

AND 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 ♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

🩰 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. 💌

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, ITS ALL JUST 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

@ddlydevotion @evelinapurmale @gaebestie @mimiheartsheros @livelaughl0ve3 @onmyknees4kai @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @heegasm @mermaidminiskirt @irrelevantsnowy @coconuttiez8d @spiderman-iscool @willowpains @violetcamryn @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @https-junebug @gallaghrh @legoflowrs @moonxandxsun

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

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

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 😛🤫

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🍂🍂

➵ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭? - smut ft Elliott

the movie flickered across the dim living room, casting red light over the couch where Elliott laid. you’d been curled against him for what felt like hours, sighing loud enough for any attentive boyfriend to notice, yet all he did was murmur “shh” and stroke your hair as his gaze stayed on the screen. that only made every sigh turn into need until finally you swung a leg over him and settled on his lap.

he blinked startled, the movie fading into background as your lips found his. your fingers slid up his chest, tugging lightly at his shirt, and the small noise he made against your mouth half surprise, half groan made you deepen the kiss. his hands came to your hips, tentative at first, then firm as you rocked forward, the drag of denim against denim. his breath caught when you pressed harder, your body rolling down to meet the thick, growing shape beneath his jeans.

he groaned low in his throat “You’re supposed to be watching the movie" he muttered, but his voice trembled slightly

“Then watch” you whispered, grinding down again

Elliott’s focus was now on you. his hands slipped beneath your shirt, palms warm against your back. you arched into him, mouth opening into a breathy “ah-” as his thumb brushed the underside of your breast. he muffled the sound, kissing it from your lips, and when you shifted again, he met your movement with a thrust upward that made both of you gasp

it only built from there. your hips finding rhythm and his jeans were unbuttoned now, yours pushed down just enough, you felt his cock twitch against your ass before he guided himself into your pussy, the stretch was deep and sudden, pulling a startled “ah! Elliott” from you.

you clutched his shoulders, burying your face against his neck as he filled you

“God, you feel so good” he breathed, his voice rough in your ear as his hands roamed up your back, holding you tighter as you began to move. every rise and fall earned a little cry from you, wet and breathy, each one swallowed by his mouth when he kissed you again

the movie still played, its screams of terror drowned out by the rhythm of your bodies. you rode him faster, his head fell back against the couch, watching you through half lidded eyes as you moved above him, hair sticking to your face, your fingers gripping his chest for balance. the sight of you like that open, needy, made him groan your name. he had completely forgotten about the movie he had his attention on a few minutes ago, he didn't even care if he was missing the reveal of who the killer was, his main focus now was on giving his needy girl the attention she's been wanting.

when you finally finished, your thighs trembled as you gasped his name again and again, every clench around him pulling another broken sound from his throat until he came, with a strangled moan, hips jerking up to meet yours.

the room was quiet except for your breaths and the faint dying screams from the tv. you rested your forehead against his, both of you shaking, laughing a little between panting breaths. his hands traced lazy circles down your sides

“guess I finally got your attention” you breathed

Elliott smiled, his mustache twitching up with it “you always had it” he said

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

@gabbyblabb @gaebestie @roostersluvvr @https-junebug @warfareangel @livelaughl0ve3 @bradleybeachbabe @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @illyrianbrat @tsunchani

the last scary movie i watched was the conjuring n i didn’t sleep for 3 days straight after I WAS SO SCURRED

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🍂🍂

➵ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - smut ft Ray

the table was covered in old newspapers and pumpkin guts. you sat cross legged across from Ray, sleeves rolled up, fingertips slick with stringy pulp. every so often he’d glance over, that lopsided grin creeping up whenever you bit your lip in concentration, knife tracing the little triangle eyes of your jack o lantern. he’d been half instigator all day teasing, nudging, and flicking seeds toward you.

“Hey, reach into mine for a sec” he said casually, leaning back in his chair, elbows on the backrest like he was just catching his breath. his tone was so casual you didn’t think twice. you wiped your hands on a rag and leaned forward, still smiling “What, you need the scoop?”

“no, just- trust me.”

the pumpkin sat open in front of him, its lid tilted to one side. you slid your hand inside, expecting the cool squish of pulp. instead your fingers met something warm and hard under your touch. you brain took a moment to process before your body caught up. then he made a low sound half chuckle, half sigh and the realization hit you

“Ray!” you gasped, jerking your head up

he was grinning, eyes bright with amusement, though the corner of his mouth twitched as if he were fighting to keep his composure. “What?” he said innocently, breath a little heavier now “You told me to make mine creative.”

your fingers were still around him, trapped by your own shock, the slick inner wall of the pumpkin cold against your wrist while his cock was so warm in contrast. he groaned softly when you twitched.

he leaned forward just a bit, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on where your hand disappeared inside the hollow. “you gonna stop?”

you swallowed hard, your thumb brushing over the slit of his tip feeling the sticky bead of precum already there. he shuddered, and his cock twitched in your grip

the pumpkin rocked slightly on the table as you shifted your grip, curiosity getting the best of you as you slowly stroked him in one motion. the mix of cool and warm made him twitch beneath your palm, the wet squelch of pulp joined his soft groans. “You’re such a mess” you murmured, half laughing, half breathless

“Mm, yeah?” he managed between uneven breaths, hips tilting just enough to push deeper into your hand, the lid clattering against the table. “Guess we both are.”

you drew your hand back a little, watching strings of orange cling between your fingers and his skin, slick and messy. he bit his lip, eyes hooded. “don’t stop now.”

you didn’t. you wrapped your hand around his cock again, the slippery mixture letting your strokes glide, faster each time until his breath came ragged, knuckles white on the chair as the table creaked

“fuck baby, that-” his voice cracked on a groan, and your laughter trembled into a moan of your own. the kitchen smelled of pumpkin and sweat now, wet sounds filling the space. the wet slide of your hand, his uneven gasps, both your breaths growing louder until he came undone, body jerking, warm sticky ropes of cum spilling over your hand and dripping into the hollow, mixing with the pumpkin’s pulp

you blinked, still holding his cock, stunned and a little giddy. the ridiculousness made you both laugh soft, breathless, and in disbelief.

Ray wiped a smear of orange from your cheek with his thumb and kissed you, deep and slow. “guess my jack o lantern wins this year” he murmured against your lips

you let a small laugh “no, yours doesn't count”

“Then we’ll carve another” he said playfully

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

@gabbyblabb @gaebestie @roostersluvvr @ddlydevotion @https-junebug @onmyknees4kai @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @heegasm @alexislameee @irrelevantsnowy @coconuttiez8d @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @gallaghrh @legoflowrs @illyrianbrat @evelinapurmale

this one was made for just shits and giggles… but i dont think its a joke anymore

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🍂🍂

➵ 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲! - smut ft Sam

you laughed softly at the way sam’s fingers brushed the lace trim of your skirt

“an angel” he murmured, eyes lingering on your wings before finding yours again “figures. you’d be the prettiest”

“you’re just saying that” you teased

he shook his head slowly “No, I mean it.”

“you going out like this?” he spoke softly, fingers absently tracing the edge of your skirt still

“Mhmm, with the girls” you replied with a smile, watching the way his eyes softened even as he tried to keep his expression casual

he nodded, leaning back against the couch one arm draped along the backrest “They’re lucky” he said quietly

you tilted your head, pretending to think “Lucky?”

he smiled, that small crooked grin that always gave him away “to be seen with you.” he said simply

you laughed under your breath “you’re too sweet.”

“Just honest” he murmured, reaching out to gently fix one of your wings that had gone slightly to the side “Perfect” he said once the wing sat right again

he didn’t move from his spot, just kept that lazy half smile, the kind that meant he was thinking something dirty. when you turned to grab your purse, he stood up

“Sam-” you started, but your back hit the wall before the rest could leave your mouth. his hands found your waist, fingers sliding up the soft fabric of your costume until they reached bare skin. his mouth met your neck, tasting your sweet perfume

“Sam, my makeup” you huffed, half laughing “and my hair-”

“Sorry” he murmured against your throat, though he didn’t sound sorry at all “Just stay for a minute.”

“Sam” you tried again, but your voice broke when his tongue traced the line of your jaw

his hands roamed lower, over the curve of your hips, the hem of the skirt, the soft rustle of feathers behind you brushing the wall as he turned you in his grip. you giggled as he pulled you close, wings bending awkwardly between you both

“Don’t-” you tried, but he kissed you again, deep this time, his hand at the small of your back holding you

you meant to stop him, you really did. but then he backed you toward the couch, one slow step at a time, until the backs of your knees hit the cushion and you stumbled, catching yourself on the armrest. he followed you down, lips dragging over your collarbone, down to the edge of your top

“Sam” you breathed, laughing again when the feathers shifted with every movement

he looked up, a small smile on his lips “You’re laughing at me?”

“No” you giggle “just- oh Sam, im gonna be late.”

“Let them wait” he murmured, his voice already hoarse, fingers sliding up your thigh

the halo slipped from your hair first. then one wing bent sideways as he pressed you down, kissing you harder.

he pulled back just long enough to look at you, lipstick smeared, wings crooked, eyes glassy “still want to go out?” he teased

you almost said something back but then his mouth was on yours again, swallowing the words. the couch creaked beneath you both as his hands moved, impatient now, and when he shifted you forward, you were bent over the cushions, wings tilted awkwardly to one side.

“Sam” you whispered, half protest, half plea

his answer was a soft groan, and one big hand spread over the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair just enough to hold you in place, not hurting. behind you, you can hear the faint wet sound of him stroking himself, the head of his cock sliding slickly through his palm, you can’t help but push your hips back, needing him.

“Yeah” he murmurs “that’s it. keep still.”

you feel him line up, the blunt head nudging between your folds, and your breath catches in a small sound that makes him huff out a quiet laugh against your shoulder. then he pushes in, slow at first, letting you feel the stretch, every inch of him sinking deeper until his hips meet yours. the sound that slips out of you is half gasp, half moan as your body adjusts, pussy clenching around him, and his hand on your head tightens slightly

he pulls back, until only the tip remains, then drives forward again with a heavy slap of skin. the couch creaks beneath you both, each thrust hitting that point that makes your knees tremble. you press your palms against the cushions, arching, your breath turning into ragged cries as he moves faster, the wet slide of him inside you growing louder with each stroke until he’s fucking you hard enough that the cushions shift under your body

Sam bends lower, his chest against your back now, his breath hot in your ear as he groans your name. his free hand slides up your side, cupping your breast, palm kneading through the material of your top. every thrust moves you forward, and every time he pulls you back to meet him, his fingers twist in your hair, guiding you exactly where he wants you

the sweet tension builds fast, until your body tightens around him, a breathy moan drawn out of your throat as you finish, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure comes over you. he doesn’t stop moving, he keeps thrusting through your orgasm, groaning low as he feels you clench around him, until finally he pulls out and cums across your ass, his breath breaking into sharp, uneven sounds and he leans forward, pressing a shaky kiss to your shoulder

you stayed there a moment, forehead against the cushion, catching your breath. your wings were lopsided, one strap slipping off your arm, your hair a mess that no brush would fix in under an hour

you turned your head to glare at him over your shoulder, though you couldn’t quite keep the smile off your face

“You still going out?”

you glanced at the clock, then at the state of your costume “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to face them now.”

he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you once more, softer this time “guess you’ll have to tell them your staying in”

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

@evelinapurmale @gaebestie @https-junebug @ilovecheriies @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @meetmeatyourworst @f4nfic-lover @k-ilisi @iheartgrayson @glassbxttless @gallaghrh @samslvrgirl @vinecstasy @illyrianbrat @livelaughl0ve3 @eddiemunsonslatinagoddess @babble28 @mimiheartsheros

what were u guys for halloween!? i had a bad case of stripes 😆🤒