Ugh I Love Him

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

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9 Tips for Writing Steamy Scenes More tips to help you wirte good steamy stuff!

How to Write Erotica and a Damn Fine Sex Scene A WEALTH if information on writing, structuring, and helpful tips!

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

propaganda i’m not falling for:

bucky barnes dying in doomsday

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

thank u anon for requesting thiss ‹𝟹, big ole age gap, wc 3k, smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, IM BACKK!!

he barely looked at the envelope. the was the truth of it

dirt streaked his forearms, caked dry in the folds of his sleeves. the letter creased and bent, lay against a cracked mess table where half a dozen other things waited for his attention

“Elliott” someone muttered behind him, Tommy probably, always nosing around “that for you?”

he didn’t answer. just kept writing, one wrist propped up like it hurt. when he did reach for it, it wasn’t with curiosity and the way he tore it open, sliding a finger under the seal, felt more like muscle memory than interest

the handwriting inside was nice and neat. probably young, definitely female, no stickers, perfume, or kisses signed in lip gloss. just words on the paper thank god

just a girl, whoever she was, writing him like they had some connection. as if she had the right to imagine what his days were like, what he might miss, what he might need

he didn’t get past the first paragraph

his eyes flicked once to the bottom, skimming past the signature. he didn’t bother memorizing the name, didn’t want to. he folded the page in half, then in quarters, then again until it was small enough, it wasn’t even worth tossing away. it went straight in his pocket to be forgotten

because this was some girl some teenager, probably dreaming up a romance with a soldier who wasn’t ever going to write back. he didn’t need this, he didn’t have the time, not for fantasies, not for a relationship

he was thirty-five years old. so no. he didn’t read it, didn’t let himself

and he forgot about it. until three weeks later, when the next one came.

he didn’t know why he kept the second letter. should’ve forgotten about it the way he had the first. burned it or given it to Tommy so he could snort and make a joke about it

but Elliott didn’t. he read it, all of it

late that night, sitting in the corner of the house with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out, boots unlaced, he held that letter in both hands and read every word. you wrote like you were talking to someone you already knew. like you thought he had time for this

he huffed through his nose. not quite a laugh more like a exhale that might’ve been turned into a smirk

“If you ever need someone or anything to take your mind off things” you’d written “I’m here.”

and that’s what made him keep reading

he knew, he knew this girl, you, couldn’t have been more than twenty, twenty one tops. and yet that line sat with him all damn day

he waited two more nights before writing back. even sharpened the tip of his pencil like it mattered

scrawled on a scrap torn from the back of a old piece of paper, crooked and uneven

“oh yeah? you don’t even know me and you’re offering yourself to me?”

he stared at it a while. the corners of his mouth curled up, a hint of disbelief in his own reaction. he hadn’t smiled like that in a long time, not because it was funny but because the thought of you, sitting somewhere far from this hellhole daring to write to a stranger like him…

he folded the note, tucked it in an envelope like it was any other official letter, and handed it off without a care. didn’t think much about it again until a week later when you wrote back

from there it grew. letter by letter, every week he wrote to you, sometimes more

he sat alone behind some stacked up mattress, where his watch post was. he had your letter in his lap. his hands rough, callused, twitchy from hours of trigger discipline. he held it more gently than he’d ever handled anything else out here. creased but not torn, smoothed out flat across his thigh, his thumb traced a word you’d written “yours.” again and again like it meant something

but you’d gone further this time, so much further

he’d gotten used to your sweetness, your way of writing like you were curling up into his side, whispering everything just for him. but this one, this one changed everything

you hadn’t held back

“I want you to fuck me. I want your hands on my hips pulling me back into you so deep I can’t speak. I want to feel your mouth on my skin, your fingers filling me. I want to be your good girl, all yours, I want to look up at you with tears in my eyes because it’s too much but I still begging for more.”

his eyes had widened when he read it. his mouth parted, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, breath huffing through his nose. a dry humorless chuckle slipped out of him, almost a scoff in disbelief

then he turned the page. and tucked inside the folds, half hidden between the letter carefully folded.. was a photo. printed

and there you were laying back, naked, your tits perked up like a goddamn gift for his eyes alone, nipples flushed, hard, begging to be sucked between his lips. your hand held the camera, angling down just enough to frame your pussy glistening and perfect, lips just barely parted like they were waiting for his tongue. there was nothing timid or shy about it you’d opened yourself up to him. your body said take me, and your face said I want you to want me like this

Elliott exhaled hard, hand dragging down his face over his jaw. he closed his eyes for a minute but that only made the image more clear

god he could see it, smell it, even if only in imagination. he could feel you on his tongue already, taste your pussy, hear your moans when he buried his face between those thighs, your legs tightening around his head

his cock was painfully hard. it pressed tight against his pants, twitching at the very thought of your voice moaning his name, of your fingers clinging to his shoulders while he fucked you slow and deep, making you feel every goddamn inch you’d begged for in the letter

he folded the letter slowly, set it aside then unfolded the photo again, eyes trailing every inch, your mouth half parted, your throat, your chest, the soft curve of your waist and the plush mound between your thighs wet and waiting. you wanted this, you wanted him

not just a soldier, not just a man, you wanted Elliott

and he couldn’t stop imagining how you’d sound, how your voice would hitch when he pushed inside you for the first time, how your eyes would roll back when his hand closed around your throat just tight enough to make you gasp, how your hips would lift greedy offering everything you had

but you said it… you can touch me however you want

he hadn’t felt desire like this in years, lust? yeah plenty of that. but this wasn’t lust. every word you wrote, the photo said i’m yours. just say the word, i’ll let you do anything

Elliott groaned, head tilting back to knock gently against the wall. one hand slid down over his lap, cupping the bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants. he closed his eyes and pictured you again bent over his lap, legs shaking, face twisted in pleasure, crying out as he filled you, fucked you harder with each thrust until you couldn’t think anymore.

you’d offered yourself to him and he was done pretending he didn’t want to take it

he was already writing his reply in his head, he looked down at the photo again, breathing hard

but elliott never got around to writing you back. his fingers had hovered over the pen and paper, half a sentence blinking and unfinished, but his mind wasn’t on replying back anymore. it was on you. that picture you’d sent an innocent soft smile and tilted head but to him it was more than that, you were his girl, he’d decided. even if he never said it out loud

the belt came undone with a clink. he shoved it off, rough fingers pulling down his pants and boxers together, his cock meeting with the chill air. it stood tall, flushed and veined with a tinge of red at the base, heavy enough to sway forward slightly, a glistening bead of precum catching at the tip

he muttered your name under his breath fuck, he thought running a hand over his shaft “god look at you” he whispered, eyes fixed on the picture his thumb brushing the picture like it was skin, your skin “pretty little thing, you’re killing me.”

the first stroke was slow. a hesitant pull from base to tip, and already his hips bucked forward like his body couldn’t wait. his breath caught, he groaned, “shit” then spat into his palm, he rubbed it in, coating his cock with warm slickness, your name soft on his lips again like he couldn’t stop saying it, didn’t want to

the strokes turned tighter. he imagined your thighs spread, panties peeled aside or just pushed down to your knees, that soft heat between them slick and waiting for him. “you’d let me wouldn’t you?” he said through gritted teeth “wouldn’t even make me ask.”

his cock jerked in his grip. he squeezed tighter. imagined the way your breath would hitch when he slid the head along your folds, teasing, then eased in slow inch by inch, your pussy clenching around him. his thumb swirled over the slit, slick with spit and precum now, and he hissed between his teeth, “fuck… fuck yes…”

he rutted into his fist harder, hips lifting off the chair now “you like being mine?” his voice cracked slightly, “know I ain’t supposed to, know it’s wrong but I see that sweet little face and I don’t care.”

the rhythm got quicker. his eyes squeezed shut, brows knitted. in his mind you were beneath him moaning, gasping, whispering his name. he pumped harder “take it all baby… mmm fuck, I know you can…”

“look so damn tight…” he gasped, and suddenly his whole body arched “going to cum baby, gonna- shit…”

he bucked and jerked into his fist, cock pulsing, spurting thick sticky cum over his uniform. his mouth hung open, panting ragged, eyes half-lidded as his hand slowed, milking every last drop. he stared at your picture, dazed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “that’s my girl” he murmured

his grip hadn’t let up. even after the first orgasm, slick and messy across his hand, his cock still twitched in his hand, half soft and glistening, and he kept stroking it lazily, watching your picture

you were sweet, young, maybe a little naive but the way you smiled in that photo, the way you tilted your hips just enough to tease, that was temptation. he’d told himself before that he was imagining things, reading into it but not anymore

he grinned, half-drunk on post nut haze, fingers sliding over the sensitive head as he shuddered from the overstimulation. “fuck, baby girl” he muttered low and raspy, “look what you do to me.”

and then came the thought, uninvited but there, what if she saw me? the real him. lines around the eyes, worn, and carrying so much from months of being deployed

he stared at your picture, pupils blown, fingers still working that sensitive swollen shaft. “would you still want me in that pussy” he breathed, “if you saw how much older I was?” his jaw tensed, hips rocking slowly upward into his own palm, imagining you hesitating at first eyes widening, lips parting, maybe a shy giggle slipping from your lips as you took in the broadness of his chest, the roughness of his hands, how deep his voice was as he said your name

he imagined you stepping closer anyway. fingertips on his jaw, breath warm against his neck as you whispered, “yes.”

that was it. that image of you kneeling in front of him, letting him guide your mouth down over his cock with your eyes shut that drove him right back to the edge. he pumped his cock faster “you’d take it wouldn’t you? you’d be so tight, so fucking wet for me…”

he imagined stretching that sweet pussy until you gasped and clawed at his shoulders, begging him not to stop. the pace of his hand became quicker his thighs clenched, “going to cum again fuck”

his head dropped back as another hot load spilled over his hand and uniform, ropes of cum landing messily as he laughed shamelessly. his cock throbbed hard in his grip one last time, then softened as his fingers slid off, wet and shaking

he sat there a moment, panting, sweaty, satisfied

then he turned back to the pencil and paper he left out

“hey” he wrote, his breath still uneven “been thinking about you again…”

brooklyn baby lana del rey

THEY SAY IM TOO YOUNG TO LOVE YA I DONT KNOW WHAT I NEED

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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

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

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

I watched Lady Macbeth for the plot (plot being Cosmo Jarvis)

dare i say one of the best Warfare master lists on this app

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 • 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

*lmk if links don’t work!*

— 𝐑𝐚𝐲 ‹𝟹

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 • 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 • 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 • 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 • 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 • 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

— 𝐒𝐚𝐦

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 • 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • upcoming: 𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

— 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 • 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 • upcoming: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

— 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 • 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 • 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚 • 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝 • 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི