𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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

Sebastian in Lady Macbeth (2016)

dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen

FIRST POST WOOT WOOT

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

he scoffed and didn’t say a word

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

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

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

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

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

so you dropped to your knees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll make it up to you”

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

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

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

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

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

“going to make it up to me?”

“Mhm” you hummed into his palm

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

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

“Well?” he says, “Get to it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he stops

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

he leans forward, “Get up.”

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

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

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

“Sit” he says

and you obey

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

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

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

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

you nod, lip trembling

“Then work for it.”

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

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

another slap to your ass, harder this time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blink confused, lips parted “Elliott?”

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

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

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

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

do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys

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

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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 🤏

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

Ugh I love him

the holy grail types of fanfic

𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(“paloma” fic but sam version) Sam’s first day back home and he’s finding it hard to adjust. but his sweet girl is always there to help him

thank u anon for requesting this ‹𝟹, JUST SMUT SMUT, mentions of his injuries from the movie, wc 3k

his breath hitched the moment your fingers grazed his inner thigh. Sam lay back against the pillows, legs spread, skin already prickled. his chest marked with faint tan lines and his skin still damp from his shower. he was watching you, watching as you knelt beside him on the bed, your lips parted, your eyes searching his for any hesitation

“I mean it Sam” you whispered again, softer now, dragging your fingers along his hipbone “we don’t have to, not if you’re not ready.”

but he exhaled in once real deep, like he’d been holding it in since he stepped through the door. his hand moved, palm brushing the curve of your breast in a slow upward drag. you felt the tension leave his shoulders the moment his fingers curled around it, thumb stroking gently over your nipple, and you leaned into him instinctively

“no” he said voice steady and clear, “no, I want to” he said before pulling you close and kissing you slow, a little desperate

your hands cupped his face as your tongues slid together, your bare chest brushing his as you leaned in. you could feel his cock twitching against your thigh, half hard and eager, straining upward like it remembered the feeling of your mouth even if the rest of him still felt like it was relearning what peace meant. you broke the kiss only to whisper against his cheek “still love this don’t you?”

he gave a breathy laugh “missed it more than I thought I would” he said, eyes meeting yours

you kissed down his jaw, trailing lower, your hand drifting to wrap around his cock, already twitching “then just lie back” you murmured, “let me take care of you”

he obeyed, shifting his hips, giving you full access. his legs spread wider apart, thighs flexing slightly, the veins in his arms twitching as he gripped the sheets like he was still trying to stay composed. but the second your tongue licked a slow stripe from base to tip, his head fell back, a soft moan slipping out of him “f-fuck…”

you smiled against him, tongue circling the flushed tip, tasting salt. your hand stroked what your lips didn’t take. Sam’s breath caught again, hips jerking up “god… I forgot how good you are at that” he murmured voice cracking halfway through, his hand sliding into your hair just holding, not forcing you to take him deeper

you looked up, your eyes meeting his as your lips slid lower, your throat relaxing to take him deeper. his eyes widened, mouth falling open “shit! baby ahh, fuck-” the groan cracked from his throat

his hips lifted just a little now, chasing the rhythm of your sucking, your hands stroked his thighs, feeling the slight tremble there as he let himself go under you

the way he moaned your name, “Yhh…you- fuck sweetheart” sent a thrill straight to your pussy. he was unwinding in your mouth, slowly but surely, and you loved the way his cock throbbed harder with every flick of your tongue under the shaft, every soft suction around the head. he didn’t have to say how much he missed it. you could feel it in every sound he made, every shaky breath

he whispered, “don’t stop” and that’s all it took for you to lean in deeper, cheeks hollowing, saliva spilling down your wrist as you worked him into your mouth. you wanted to erase every memory of war from his body, wanted his return home to taste like this wet, warm, welcoming

his breath hitched sharp the second your fingers brushed the jagged ridge along his thigh, a line of pale raised flesh that curved just below the hip and trailed down toward the knee. you hadn’t meant to. your hand was just gliding down the inside of his leg, soft and eager as your mouth worked his cock, cheeks hollowed. he was already trembling, his voice cracking into breathy curses “that’s it your mouth’s so goddamn perfect” until your fingertips grazed where his skin met the scar

he hissed sudden and loud “Ahh! shit, wait” his body jerking beneath you, and before you could react, his hand was in your hair, not rough but firm. he wasn’t pushing you off, not exactly, but he stopped you there, frozen mid suck, his cock still wet from your mouth but now flushed and twitching in the cool air

you blinked up at him, lips parted, confused, heart pounding in your chest like you’d done something wrong, but then you saw his face

not angry, not upset. never those things with you. his eyes weren’t hard but he had a distant look, like the present had slipped through his fingers for just a moment. he chest rose and fell fast, sweat beading on his brow that hadn’t been there moments ago, his grip on your hair trembling

“Sam?” your voice was a murmur, you shifted slightly, wanting to move back, but he held your head just there hovering inches above his cock

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at the ceiling for a long second, then slowly looked down at you, the corners of his mouth twitching, trying to soften “I-I’m okay” he whispered “Just… that spot. I wasn’t ready for it”

your hand settled on his thigh again, but this time far from the scar “I didn’t know. I didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t” he said almost apologetic, but still… he didn’t let go of your hair. his thumb stroked gently along your temple

you tried again, slowly, leaning forward, lips parting as you lowered your head, only to find yourself stopped once more. Sam’s fingers curled into your hair, not harsh. but he kept you just there, not letting you take him back into your mouth

“Sam” you whispered, breath warm against his skin, the taste of him still on your tongue “let me”

he shook his head once, barely “not yet. just… stay here a second”

you listened, staying still, your hand now resting on his belly, feeling it tense and relax beneath your palm. his other hand joined the first in your hair, stroking through it slowly like it soothed him

“I got hit by an IED” he said suddenly, voice distant and quiet “that leg barely held together after the blast. there was blood everywhere. couldn’t move it. thought I was done”

he stopped. eyes shut tight, his jaw clenched like he wanted to shove the memory back in whatever box he’d locked it in before he’d come home

you shifted closer, pressed a kiss to his belly, just below his bellybutton “you don’t have to say more.”

“no. I want to” he murmured. “you should know what that spot means. that place you touched? that’s where it ended and started again. it’s where I thought I was going to die”

your head still hovered above his cock, your lips so close, but neither of you moved toward pleasure anymore. he needed this more, needed this moment, needed to get it off his chest

“I’m sorry” you whispered “I didn’t mean to pull you back there”

his hands loosened in your hair, thumbs tracing your cheekbones now “you didn’t. it just surprised me. it’s not your fault, nothing with you ever is”

you kissed the skin above his scar, and watched the way his eyes softened again

“I want to keep going” you said gently voice almost pleading “but only if you want to sam”

he looked at you long and hard. then nodded “okay”

and though he didn’t push your head back down, he didn’t pull you closer either. his hands stayed where they were, trembling slightly, still figuring out how to let pleasure back into his body without letting the memories sneak in with it

you blinked, startled by the urgency in him now, the way he reached for you without hesitation, moving you gently up from your knees and onto the pillows, your back meeting the warmth his body had left behind. he didn’t say anything as he moved just looked at you with that unreadable face, the military attitude that never fully faded, not even here, naked in his own bed, cock flushed and heavy against his thigh

but when he climbed over you, settling between your legs, his body didn’t feel cold. it was warm

his cock dragged over your stomach as he leaned in, the slick trail of pre cum and your saliva smearing across your tummy, you opened your mouth to speak, to ask what he was thinking, but he gave you no chance because he leaned down and kissed your cheek, softly lips pressed there like a thank you and an apology in one. then lower, to the corner of your jaw, down your throat, where you tilted your head without thinking, offering yourself to him

his hands were on your sides now, as they moved in small, slow patterns, memorizing you all over again. every curve, every dip, as if your body had changed in the months he was gone. he worshipped you like it had

“you waited for me” he murmured into your collarbone “I thought about this. about you every goddamn day”

you gasped as his mouth moved lower, lips warm against the swell of your breast, tongue flicking out to tease your nipple before he kissed a trail down your ribs, he lingered over the soft curve of your belly, kissing it lovingly

your thighs parted easily for him, your breath catching when he kissed the inside of your left one, then the right, tongue tracing just enough to make your hips jerk. he didn’t rush. his hands slid under your ass, lifting you slightly so he could kiss the crease where thigh met pelvis, his nose brushing over the softest parts of you

he didn’t speak again. he didn’t have to

his tongue found your pussy like it remembered every way you liked to be touched, every flick, pressure and gentle suck. you moaned loud legs trembling as he licked deep and slow, hands pinning you in place

then he moved down to the next part of your body. he kissed down your calves, the arch of your foot, you let out a surprised giggle and he paused. for a moment you weren’t sure what he’d do, but then his face broke into a slow smile, the kind you hadn’t seen in months

“you still ticklish there” he said, kissing your ankle again teasing now “some things don’t change”

then crawled back up your body, slowly dragging his cock along your skin again until it nestled right at your entrance, his hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he kissed you

then he looked into your eyes, and this time you saw it all the pain, the longing, the love. “I want to feel you around me” he said softly “I need it”

you lifted your hips, legs wrapping around him and whispered “then take me Sam.”

his eyes locked with yours, breath hot and uneven as he moved between your legs again, the weight of his cock heavy in his hand as he guided it down, dragging it through your slick folds. he paused right at your entrance, tip barely pushing past your lips, and you saw it again that flicker of hesitation, not from doubt, but from the knowledge of what was coming

not just the stretch, not just the tight aching feeling of him inside you. but everything behind it. the months, the loss, the rawness of being human again

he leaned down, forehead touching yours and whispered “I’m sorry. this is going to hurt”

you nodded, eyes wide, lips parted, and exhaled “slow… slow, Sam”

and he was

his cock nudged in, the thick head parting your pussy open. you felt it all, the soft burn of being stretched again, of being filled by him, this man who hadn’t touched you in so long. his jaw clenched tight, as he eased in further, your body clenching instinctively

tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the pressure alone, his cock so thick, every inch taking up space you hadn’t made for anyone else. you moaned a long broken sound, head arching back into the pillow, hands clawing at his shoulders as your pussy finally gave in and swallowed the last of him

“Fffuck” he groaned forehead pressing into your neck “you feel… so fucking tight”

his hips rested flush to yours, both of you shaking from it, both breathless. he stayed inside, letting your body adjust

when he finally began to move, it was slow

he pulled back a few inches and slid in again with that same deep pressure, hips bucking into yours, his elbows dropped down on either side of you, forearms caging your head, and his chest pressed flush to your breasts

it was much more intimate like this. his body covered yours entirely, his cock moved inside you with slow dragging thrusts making you feel stretched, full, owned

and the eye contact never broke. he didn’t look away not once, not even when his thrusts deepened, not even when your mouth parted with a needy moan and your hips began to roll up into him

you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him there, as he fucked you

“I dreamed of this” he whispered voice cracking “of being this close., of feeling you. I missed you”

you answered him with a kiss, lips crashing into his, tongues sliding together, breath mingling. you hummed into his mouth soft and needy and full of everything that had built up without him

he groaned low, grinding into you harder, his pace still slow but deeper now, pelvis pressing flat to your clit every time he bottomed out. and you were starting to shake, whimpering into his mouth with every stroke

your legs locked around him, drawing him deeper still, and you felt his whole body shudder as he buried his face in your neck

“I love you” he murmured there “I love you, fuck, I love you”

and the way he said it over and over, each word matched to a thrust

he was deep inside you so deep you could feel him in places untouched for months, places that knew only him. his chest was sweaty against yours, breath fanning over your throat, and everything should’ve felt perfect

but it wasn’t, not quite

because while your body held him close, hot and needy, Sam’s mind was wandering somewhere else

the pleasure was there, yes. the warmth of your pussy wrapped around his cock, the sounds of your moans in his ear, your legs tightening around his waist he felt it all. but then something slipped into his mind

he remembered the burning smell of metal, the dirt in his mouth when he hit the ground, the screams, the sound of gunfire. the silence after

he hadn’t meant to think of it, not now. not with you beneath him, looking up at him like he meant the world to you. but the thought hit him hard, and his body started to betray him. that tightness in his throat, the heat crawling up his neck, the familiar stinging in his eyes, a faint headache forming at his temples. his ears ringing, that high pitched static sound drowning out everything but the sound of his heart

his pace didn’t slow or stop. if anything his hips still moved, still sank into you desperately. but his mind had gone far away, his chest rose and fell deeply, muscles trembling, the memories coming all back

you noticed first

“Sam… Sam… Sam…” you whispered, your voice soft and steady, cutting through the high pitched static sound

he blinked. he hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, hadn’t noticed how blurry they’d become. the wetness on his cheeks foreign until your hands cupped his face gently. your thumbs stroked his cheeks, wiping away the tears he hadn’t known were there

he looked down at you then. your eyes wide and worried, your pussy still gripped him tight, clenching around him with every stroke, but your face god your face. you were still here, you were real, you were his

his lips parted trying to say something, anything, but the words caught behind the lump in his throat. he choked on them, and then he dropped his head, nuzzling hard into the crook of your neck, hiding in your warmth

he sobbed

the kind of sob that came from deep inside. his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you flush, like if he let go even an inch he’d fall apart completely

but still he never stopped moving

his cock stayed buried deep, thrusting slow and shaky, hips bucking into yours as the tears fell freely down his cheeks

his face was still buried in the crook of your neck, lashes wet against your skin but then his mouth shifted, drifting lower, brushing across your collarbone until his lips found the soft swell of your breast. he paused there, and you felt his breath warm, shaky, fanning across your nipple before he opened his mouth and took it in, slow and gentle, like he needed it

you gasped, your back arching into the warmth of his mouth, a quiet moan escaping your lips “Aahh Sam!” your arms wrapping tighter around him. your legs locked tighter around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, giving him all the closeness he so clearly craved

he sucked slowly, tongue flicking softly over your nipple while his hips kept thrusting into you. his other hand came up, callused fingers brushing over your other breast before he cupped it gently, thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple until it hardened

you were overwhelmed by how intimate it was. his cock buried deep inside you, his lips latched around your nipple, his body trembling as he held on to you

“I’ve got you” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear “you’re safe Sam., you’re home. right here”

he didn’t answer. just kept sucking your nipple like it soothed something inside him, his tears had slowed now

your fingers ran through his short hair as he sucked harder for a moment, then let your nipple go with a wet pop, a string of saliva stretching between his lips and your skin. he looked up at you face flushed, lips parted

and then he kissed you. wet, messy, desperate

his mouth crushed against yours, tongue pushing in immediately, teeth scraping yours. his hands were everywhere one on your breast still, the other gripping your thigh, grinding your hips up against his.

you moaned into his mouth, whimpering his name as the pleasure started building fast again

he groaned in response, swallowing your moans

you could feel it he was close, so close. his thrusts started slowing just slightly

he didn’t warn you, didn’t pull out, didn’t let out a frantic “I’m close” like he usually did. no, Sam just kept fucking into you with those slow thrusts, his forehead was damp against yours, his breath uneven, and filled with the little things he whispered “God, you’re perfect”, “I missed your pussy so much”, “Feels like fucking heaven inside you”

and then it happened. his thrusts deepened, hips pressing flush against you. his cock throbbed once, then again and you felt it. the first thick shot of cum filling your pussy, his whole body jerked with it, breath hitching into your open mouth

he came hard

you gasped at the sensation, at the way he fucked into you like he needed to bury every last drop, balls pressing against your ass, hips grinding down to keep himself inside. his head dropped to your chest, his forehead damp with sweat, eyes shut tight. his arms wrapped around you instantly

and that’s when the apologies spilled from his mouth

“sorry fuck- I’m sorry” he whispered, over and over “I didn’t mean to sorry, sorry, baby I love you, I love you so much-”

you could barely breathe with how tightly he held onto you, his mouth suddenly everywhere on your chest kissing the swell of your breast, the space between them, desperate little pecks like he was trying to make up for finishing before you did

you ran your fingers through his short hair again, breathing heavy, your body still slick with sweat. but you didn’t care that you hadn’t finished, you didn’t care that your orgasm was a few thrusts away, what mattered was him. how sorry he sounded, how much he clearly adored you

you cupped the back of his head, kissed the top of it, and murmured softly “it’s okay sam”

and it was. because he was buried inside you still his cum slowly leaking out around his softening cock, because he was here, on top of you, holding you like a man who thought he might never get the chance again, because every time he whispered I love you it sounded like it cost him nothing and everything all at once

you were filled, sam was finally home and you were his.

te juro que te amo by los terricolas

TE JURO QUE TE AMOOO AFUERA ESTA LLOVIENDO POR DENTRO ESTOY TEMPLANDO PORQUE TU TE VAS😭😭😭

something abt writing warfare men w spanish songs is so ugh ❤️‍🩹 this came out sadder than i intended 😩

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

Hear me out: military men edits with “Runway Walk (Bonus)” by Demrick as the soundtrack will always be *chefs kiss*