The Journal Entries Have Me In A Chokehold💃

I need more people to write for the warfare cast because it’s been a week since I’ve watched it and I go to bed thinking about these AMAZING ACTORS that don’t get enough praiseeeeeee, like I’m scrolling for crumbs and NOTHING, please I beg of you

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

[𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

introducing boxer Elliott ⭑, wc 3k, suggestive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you leaned forward in your seat “Elliott”

he didn’t hear you the first time

you called again, “Elliott”

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

“cmon” you mouthed

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

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

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

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

knockout

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

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

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

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

and there he was

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

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

“Baby” he breathed out

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

“Hey” you said quietly

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

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

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

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

“yeah” you hummed softly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I always do when you’re in the ring”

“yeah, but this time you didn’t stop”

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

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

“just kiss me” he rasped

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate seeing you like this” you whispered

“I know” he said again quieter

“but I’ll always be here” you added

“I know that too”

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

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

he kissed your chest gently

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you always come back to me” you said

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

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

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

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

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔’𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. we taking turns on Bunny now?”

Sam.

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

Erik and Elliott don’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goddamn, Bunny…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click.

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

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

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

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

and then it’s just Erik.

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

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

you nod weakly. “mhmm..”

“I’ll clean you up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

@https-junebug @gallaghrh @okaycharr :3

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

i love me a man with a fuck-ass moustache

the big three: big brown eyes, an indescribable amount of horniness and a generalised anxiety disorder

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott takes care of you after a bad sunburn

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

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

“you ready?” he asked softly

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

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

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

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

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

you relaxed again, letting yourself lean into his touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you laughing at me?” he murmured

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

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

gon be out this summer 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤫

@https-junebug @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @bib200 @illyrianbrat

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

I really want to start writing fanfics, but my family just cancelled our Netflix subscription and I’m scared i’ll misrepresent a character bcuz i haven’t watched the movie/show in a long time, and maybe i’ve forgotten some details. help 🥲

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

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