𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

FIRST POST WOOT WOOT

Australia’s version of the onion has just character assassinated all you gays

age gappppp fic yes pls

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

introducing your slightly older boyfriend to your parents for the first time

fluff, suggestive, wc 2k, ofc he’s a sweetheart ♡

when you told Erik your parents finally wanted to meet him, he had smiled. that soft warm smile that always reassured you

“they’ll love me” he said with full confidence “parents usually do. I clean up well”

you laid curled across the couch, your head resting on his lap. he stroked slow circles down your back with one hand, the other gently combing through your hair

then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your head

“but Erik…” you started, his hand paused just for a second

you weren’t trying to be difficult. but the thought of introducing him, the man you loved, who lived and experienced more than anyone your age could grasp to your parents made your stomach twist

it wasn’t him you were unsure of, it was them

he waited and let you speak at your own pace

“I just… they don’t even know your name yet, or how old you are. I barely said anything about you because I didn’t want them to freak out or get judgmental. they’re just… traditional. they think someone my age should be with someone who hasn’t lived a whole life already. that’s how my mom worded it once”

Erik exhaled slowly, but there was no irritation or disappointment in it

instead, he resumed the slow strokes over your back “I’d love to meet your parents. you know that don’t worry”

“but I am worried” you murmured, lifting your head just enough to look at him

his eyes were warm and understanding. that same look he always gave you when you began overthinking about something

“I know you’re scared” he said “but I’m not going in there to prove myself. I’m going in because I care about you. I want to know the people who raised you, I want them to know who’s holding your hand at the end of the day, and who’s been taking care of their sweet girl”

the drive to your childhood home was quiet, but Erik held your hand the entire way, giving it a reassuring squeeze

when your mom opened the door, she blinked clearly surprised at the man standing beside you “ mom. dad. this is Erik” you said, Erik offered a polite smile and extended his hand “Ma’am. Sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you”

your dad shook his hand, firm and sizing him up. your mom just nodded, eyes flicking briefly between you and Erik, clearly taking in how slightly older he looked. you caught it too the doubt in her glance

dinner started off cautiously. small talk, long pauses. but Erik was calm and composed, complimenting the food, asking thoughtful questions, and never once leading the conversation, he let your parents lead

“So, Erik” your dad finally asked “what is it that you do?”

Erik wiped his mouth and answered plainly “I used to serve. Navy SEAL, now I do private defense consulting”

your dad raised his brows clearly impressed “well… that’s not your everyday desk job.”

your mom tilted her head slightly “you seem… older than her. how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“no offense taken, ma’am” Erik said with a calm smile “I’m thirty-two. I know that’s not what you were expecting. but I care about your daughter, deeply. I respect her”

his response silenced your parents in a good way. your mom nodded slowly “ok, that’s all that matters” she said softly

from there the conversation flowed easier, laughter came more freely. by the time dinner was over, Erik was helping clear the table, sleeves rolled up, chatting with your dad about classic cars in the garage

you walked up behind Erik where he stood at the kitchen sink beside your dad, drying a plate and chatting like they’d known each other for years. you smiled, quietly admiring how well they were getting along, then gently tugged on the sleeve of his shirt

he turned, and you stood on your toes, leaning in to whisper just above his shoulder “want to see something?”

he glanced down at you, one brow lifting playfully “what is it?”

you didn’t answer just gave his hand a gentle tug and whispered “just come.”

without hesitation, he put down the dish towel and followed you down the familiar hallway, fingers laced with yours. your parents voices faded behind you as you stopped in front of a door you hadn’t opened in a long time

you turned the knob and pushed it open slowly

your old bedroom it still looked the same. the many stickers stuck around the mirror, the posters on the closet door faded but still sticking to their corners, a stack of notebooks on the desk just as you’d left them when you moved out for college

you sighed quietly, stepping in and letting the nostalgia wash over you

Erik followed behind his eyes scanning the room. his gaze landed on the twin bed with the many stuffed animals in the corner, and the faded walls that had seen you grow up

“so” he murmured, stepping further into the room “this is where my girl grew up?”

you smiled softly, watching him take it all in. he touched nothing just looked, hands in his pockets, respectful and clearly amused

the corner of his mouth twitched up “you collected stuffed animals?” he teased gently

you rolled your eyes with a laugh. he chuckled, then looked around again, a little more thoughtfully this time “It’s sweet” he said quietly “getting to see this part of you. makes me feel like I’ve known you longer.”

you moved toward your old bed, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight as you sat down. the familiar creak of the bedframe stirred a dozen memories late night calls with friends, crying over boys, daydreaming of what your life would look like in the future.

you glanced up at Erik, still standing near your dresser, you patted the spot beside you inviting him to come sit down

he smirked just a little, that amused look in his eye returning as he walked over “you sure you want a guy like me sitting on this innocent little bed?” he teased, lowering himself next to you carefully the bed shifting under his weight

you bumped your shoulder into his lightly “I think it can handle you.”

Erik chuckled, his knee brushing against yours as he settled in beside you. he looked around again, slower this time “you know it’s crazy” he said “thinking about you in this space. figuring out who you were going to be, and now I’m sitting here with you, and you’re her”

you turned to look at him “you’ve grown so much” he added, his voice quieter now “but I see her in you still. the girl who probably dreamed big and felt everything a little too much”

“I still feel everything a little too much” you murmured with a small laugh

you both sat down on the edge of your old bed, Erik’s hand found yours naturally fingers intertwining like they’d done it a thousand times. the room felt smaller now than it did when you were a teenager, but with him here beside you it felt full in the best way

he looked at you, eyes soft, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth

you couldn’t help but smile back, “what?” you asked

“nothing” he said quietly, still smiling

he leaned in slowly, watching your eyes, giving you every second to close the gap and you did. you met him halfway

his mouth was warm and firm, coaxing yours open as his hand cradled your cheek. you leaned into him, and with a gentle shift you pulled him down with you, easing onto your back as he followed willingly, the bed creaking under the weight of both of you

he settled beneath you, his tongue met yours, slow at first, then deeper, until your breath came in uneven gasps between kisses, little sounds that slipped out

one hand slid up your back, palm laid there pulling you closer until your chest pressed flush against his

his lips parted from yours slowly, then Erik pulled back, just enough to look at you properly, his gaze hooded, cheeks flushed, faint sweat forming at his temples

“you don’t think I’m too old for you, hm?” he murmured. his thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, slow and tender, wiping away the gloss of saliva from the kiss. he didn’t stop touching you, though his thumb lingered there, dragging a little lower to press into your bottom lip, teasing it down just slightly, watching your mouth part around it. his eyes went to yours, watching every reaction

Erik tilted his head, watching your face as you squirmed in his lap, hips shifting restlessly over the bulge in his jeans. he smiled again and his other hand slid up your back, curling behind your neck

“Mm Yeah?” he murmured, his lips pressed softly against your ear “you like that don’t you?” warm breath fanning against your skin “you like knowing I’ve got years on you.”

he pulled you closer, your chests pressed tight again, his fingers dragging teasing lines up under your shirt, fingertips warm against your back

Erik smiled, eyes looking over your flushed face, pausing at your kiss swollen lips before moving up again to meet your gaze. he watched the way you looked at him like you couldn’t pull away even if you tried. his thumb, still resting near your jaw, gave one last tender sweep across your cheekbone before he leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours as he murmured

“you’re my sweet girl, you know that?”

the words melted against your mouth, his hand curled tighter around the back of your neck as he whispered the next part “hope your parents know you’re in good hands.”

there was that smirk again half amusement, as if he took a kind of satisfaction in the idea of you sitting all innocent at their dinner table earlier that day, pretending like you didn’t have all this planned out

“feel better now after introducing me?” he asked, and there was a tease in his voice, he already knew the answer and wanted to hear you squirm through it. he watched your eyes close, your lips parted as you tried to speak but all you managed was a tiny, breathy “mhmm”

the little sound made his grip tighten, and jaw clench. his thumb traced down to your chin and tilted your face up to him

“there she is” he said softly, your thighs twitching on either side of his hips

“I love you” Erik said. you buried your face into the warm crook of his neck, your nose brushing his skin, your lips pressed to that spot where he smelled like leather. you nuzzled in deeper, your body curling tighter around his arms wrapped snug around his shoulders

“I love you more” you whispered back, muffled against his neck

the type of man I’d take home 100% AND THINKING ABT GROWING UP MAKES ME SICKKKK ☹️

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

This obviously needed its own post and here it is, a collection of blog posts and resources I have found and used for my own writing, I hope they help you too! Go forth and write that spice!

The Smut Writers Dictionary By @maybeeatspaghetti Seriously, how many different way are there to write cock? Does anyone else wonder if they've used the word 'lips' too many times? Well, this is a good place to start!

The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut This is the first one I found and I go back to it frequently! There's also some great information about specific areas of sex that may not be common knowledge for first time writers!

How to Write Smut By @urfriendlywriter Another great source of information from different verbiage to use and a few tips to hel you along (giggity)

Smut Thesaurus By @prurientpuddlejumper just what it sounds like and you can never have too many words at your disposal.

6 Steps to Writing Better Sex By @chaoschaoswriting If you're at a loss or just want some more help this is antoher fantastic blog!

Writing Prompts NSFW By @seidenbros Need some dialogue? Or a story idea? Have a look!

#100 NSFW/Smut Dialogue Prompts By @a-cure-for-writers-block More? More. This is also a fantastic writing blog with lots to offer!

Intimate + Sexual Headcannon Questions By @petalsprompts Good questions to ask your characters to get to know them better and make more well rounded characters!

Smut & Mature (18+) Master List By @pendarling A great list dialogue prompts, scenarios, and helpful bits!

Poly NSFW Alphabet By @smaoineamhsalach Another great way to get to know your characters and maybe a handful of ideas for story ideas.

Kink Prompts Another from the previous blogger above and I didn't know what half of these are! I'll work on a kink dictionary next!

Writing Smut 101: Overcoming Smut Shame @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 There's a lot to be said for this particular subject! It's hard to write stuff like this, so how do you get over it? Start here!

How to Write a Kiss Scene By @youneedsomeprompts Yes!!! I still struggle with this one! There's a thousand ways to kiss, find your favorite!

Smut Oneliners By @deity-prompts you can never have enough one-liners!!

How to Write a (Great) Sex Scene Another great article for new smut writers

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!

@saradikahas a fantatic blog with graphics for you to use to add some fun to your posts. Things like MDNI Banners, 18+ Content Warnings, Support Your Favorite Writers and Reblog banners! They are free to use but she does ask that you reblog her stuff if you do! She's also a very talented writer and she writes some AMAZING Din Djarin stories!

Gay Sex Positions Guide This is a WONDERFUL adition and thank you so much @b7bubby for bringing this to my attention, I didn't have any resources for writing M/M fairings but this is a much needed addition to the spicy community! i've never written an M/M pairing and I feel like such an idiot for overlooking the need for a resource like this!

Writing the Perfect Kiss Scene provided by @writers-potiona fantastic little guide to writing better kisses!

If you find any other great smut writing resources feel free to tag me so I can add them to this list! Good luck with your writing! Now go write that story and LET THE SPICE FLOW!!!!

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliott takes care of you after a bad sunburn

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

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

“you ready?” he asked softly

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

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

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

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

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

you relaxed again, letting yourself lean into his touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you laughing at me?” he murmured

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

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

gon be out this summer 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤫

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

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

I saw warfare this morning and while I have a lot of thoughts, the biggest part I could possibly hope to convey is not to let uninformed Twitter opinions get on a soapbox and talk you away from this movie. Go see it and form your own opinion. The SEALS are not shown as heroes, they suffer excruciating injuries and are completely undignified in their portrayal. Nothing is dramatized, it's just a raw depiction of war as it is: hell. This movie is not enticing anyone to enlist (if they see this and want to join the military- they're fucking crazy) and it doesn't attempt to force any sort of feeling onto the viewer. the acting is incredible (especially Joseph Quinn, D'Pharaoh Woon-a-tai, and Kit Connor), the sound design is horrifying, and the makeup department did fucking fantastic. go watch it.

for the warfare-fic obsessed crew

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tommy loves finding new ways to fuck you

lotss of reqs for tommy x bunny ‹𝟹, JUST SMUT SMUT, wc 3k, inspired by a pic of kit connors biceps 👅

you let out a quiet gasp, surprised even though you knew it was coming your legs instinctively rose, wrapping around his waist, calves locking behind his back as your ass settled into his palms. you had never been carried like this let alone fucked in this position. you could feel the way his body adjusted, hips angling forward just enough for the hard press of his cock to drag along your pussy

he adjusted his grip again, hoisting you higher until your breasts were level with his mouth. he ducked his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple sucking, his tongue flicking back and forth until you moaned and arched into him

“Mmm fuck” he groaned against your skin. “you were made for this. made to be held and fucked like this”

he turned, carrying you toward the nearest wall, your body bouncing slightly with each step. every movement made your pussy glide along the length of his cock, his precum smearing across your folds

and then he pinned you to the wall, his hands bracing your thighs and his forehead pressed against yours

his mouth dropped to your neck first, dragging open-mouthed kisses down the slope of your throat, warm and wet, lips parting just enough to let his tongue glide over your skin. then came the suction hard and perfect his mouth locking onto the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, sucking deep until you whimpered and arched into him

you kicked softly, helplessly, legs tightening around his waist. you hips moved forward, seeking his cock, finding it pressed hot right against your slit. he hadn’t even slid inside yet

your hands clenched tighter around his neck as he moved lower, kissing a trail down the curve of your chest. his mouth reached the top swell of your breasts, tongue flicking against the curve, and then latched onto your nipple again

his tongue swirled around the bud, his lips sealing tight as he sucked hard, slurping softly. he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch of your brow, every parting of your lips

“Yeah” he murmured between licks “sucking these sweet tits while I’ve got you up here… fuck bunny.”

you moaned, your legs kicking weakly on his lower back

“Shit, look at you gripping me so tight” he teased, switching to your other nipple, tongue flicking hard before sucking it in and making your back arch. “legs trembling, pussy leaking all over me already, and I haven’t even put it in yet.”

your head fell back, whimpering, overwhelmed. he pulled on your nipple, tugged gently, then released with a wet pop, his breath ragged as he stared up at you

“You want it don’t you?” he asked, “want to be fucked while I hold you here, keep you wide open, slam my cock in deep while your pretty little tits bounce for me.”

“yes Tommy, please” you moaned, your fingers pressing into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, wanting more, wanting everything.

he laughed softly he kissed your chest again, then your neck, his cock grinding hard between your wet folds.

“say it, say you want me to carry you while I fuck that pussy.”

“I want it” you gasped, hips grinding against him, voice high and desperate. “I want you to fuck me like this please Tommy-”

Tommy shifted his hold, lifting you just an inch higher so your weight rested perfectly in his arms, the warmth of your wet pussy pressed tight to the hard head of his cock. but he didn’t move to fuck you just yet no, he leaned forward, pressing one more kiss to your mouth, then pulled back just far enough to look you in the eyes

“need to make sure you’re ready bunny” he murmured voice rough, “can’t just shove this cock in. gotta see if that sweet little hole can take it.”

he knelt just a little, adjusting the position of your thighs in his arms, opening you wider, and then one hand slipped down between your bodies. his fingers dragged along your slit, slow and teasing, parting your folds until he found how wet you already were. then he pressed one thick finger inside you

you gasped, body jerking in his arms as his finger slid in deep, he moved it slow, curling and pumping, watching the way your eyes closed, the way your mouth fell open with a soft moan

“You hear that?” he murmured, finger fucking you slow, the wet sounds loud between your legs. “That sloppy little noise your pussy makes?”

he added a second finger, stretching you just enough to make your breath catch again, and he watched, always watched your face as you clung to him tighter, legs quivering around his waist

after a few more strokes, he pulled out, your slick clinging to his fingers without looking away from you, he reached down, wrapped that slick hand around his cock, and gave himself a long, slow stroke from base to tip, groaning deep in his throat as your juices coated him

“that’s better” he muttered, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in yet, just rubbing the tip up and down your slit, gathering more slick, smearing it along the flushed tip. “you ready for me, bunny? ready to get filled?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically. “yes, yes Tommy”

he kissed you once more, then pulled back just enough to line himself up properly. the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and then slowly so slowly he began to push in

you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the stretch began

“That’s it” he grunted, voice strained now, “Fucking tight. just how I like it. going to stretch you one inch at a time bunny feel every bit of me.”

and he did. Inch by inch, he fed his cock into you, letting you feel every vein and ridge

you could feel how he filled you, how his cock dragged against your walls with each inch, making you pussy clench around him

your hips twitched as you tried to lower yourself, to take him faster

but he wasn’t letting that happen. his grip on your thighs stayed firm, controlling the pace. he wanted you to feel it feel how much you were being opened

“That’s it, bunny” he rasped, sweat beading at his temple. “so fucking snug shit you feel me, don’t you? deep. so deep already.”

and then with one final, slow push he bottomed out

you whined, head dropping against his shoulder, whole body trembling from the fullness, the way his cock filled you completely

Tommy let out a low sigh, “Goddamn” he breathed, lips against your ear. “you got me all the way in. took it like a good fucking girl.”

you could barely respond, still gasping, your pussy snugging around the thick length now buried inside you

he held you there, still for just a moment, letting your body adjust, letting you both feel the perfect pressure

then he smiled, and whispered against your ear “going to ruin you for anyone else in this fucking base” and he kept going “no man alive going to fuck you like this. not a man who could.”

you barely had time to moan before he moved gripping your ass tight in both hands, fingers digging into the flesh, and then he pulled you down hard as he thrust up, his cock going into you with a sharp wet slap

his arms flexed with every bounce, lifting you up, using the grip on your ass, then bringing you back down onto his cock. again and again. hips snapping upward with each thrust, making your tits bounce against his chest

“Feel that?” he panted, eyes locked on your face as he fucked up into you. “That’s your pussy taking every inch, clenching like she knows I belong there.“

the sound of your wet pussy swallowing his cock could be heard through the room with each thrust, mixed with your moans, sharp gasps, his rough grunts. your head fell back, body limp in his grip except where you clung to him

then he slapped your ass hard.

“Tommy!”

his mouth curled up in a small smile at your squeal, then did it again, palm smaking against your skin with that perfect mix of pain and heat. your pussy clenched around him at the impact, and he groaned

“Yeah, that’s it” he hummed. “You like it when I hit that ass, don’t you? little bunny likes it rough, huh?”

you nodded frantically, hips rocking against him, your whole body grinding on his cock now, fucked into submission and still needy for more

he squeezed your ass hard, kneading it, spreading your cheeks as he fucked in deeper. “gonna mark you up so everyone on this base knows who fucks you best. going to fuck you like this legs wrapped around me, you crying on my cock”

another slap and you whimpered, the sting spreading across your skin

“You close, bunny?” he whispered right against your mouth, his thrusts not slowing for a second. “You gonna finish just like this? carried, spread, used?”

your response was a ragged moan

he kissed your shoulder, one more deep thrust burying him all the way to the base as he groaned through his teeth “Come on, bunny fucking milk me.”

he gripped your ass tighter, both hands, full and greedy, and squeezed hard before fucking you down onto his cock again, harder this time

“Fuck, love this ass” he grunted, “bouncing all over my cock, hear that shit?”

you couldn’t even answer. your mouth was open, lips parted in a helpless little o-shape, eyes rolling slightly as his constant thrusting destroyed your ability to speak. you were moaning loud, needy, messy the sound of a girl who had completely given in. a girl who wanted it this way.

Tommy noticed.

“what’s the matter?” he cooed, “fucked my girl dumb already?” he bucked harder, making your back arch “that’s right.”

you whimpered, biting your lip to keep it all in, but he didn’t let up. his pace grew quicker hips slamming up, the squelch of your slick pussy being stuffed full again and again, the soft clap of your ass meeting his hips, Tommy’s praises in your ear

“Can’t get over this ass” he panted, slapping it again, his fingers digging into the red, tender skin. “So soft, so perfect. wish I could fuck you raw every night.”

you were babbling now nonsense between moans, choked little whimpers of his name, desperate cries of fuck, yes, more, and please but it all came out in jumbles.

he kissed you hard silencing your garbled moans with his mouth, tongue sliding in, while he fucked you through the kiss, using your ass as leverage to drive you down on his cock over and over

one of his hands slipped free from your thigh

you barely had time to understand what he was doing before you felt him press his fingers down between your bodies, and suddenly fuck he was rubbing your clit

“Yeah, there it is” he groaned, fingers sliding over the wet bundle of nerves, his touch just rough enough to make your hips buck involuntarily. “This little nub’s so fucking swollen so ready for me. can feel it. can feel your close, huh?”

you let your sweet moans come out your mouth in mumbles as his thrusts slammed up into you, cock so deep, while his fingers circled your clit. your head dropped forward against his shoulder, your arms trembling as you held on tighter

your pussy clenched around him, and he felt it, grunted when you milked him

“That’s it” he rasped, jaw clenched as his cock twitched inside you “gonna make this pussy leak till there’s nothing left in you.”

the slick sounds between your legs got wetter, louder, with his quick thrusts and the swirl of his fingers over your clit. you were a sticky mess down both your thighs and his, coating his cock, his hand

he kissed your neck again, hard right before groaning

you could feel your orgasm coming close, so close as your pussy spasmed around his cock as he pounded you through it

“Fuck yes” he moaned, hand gripping your ass again to fuck you harder into his cock as it twitched, thick and deep

then with a ragged, breath against your neck, he came spurts of thick cum flooding your pussy, his cock jerking inside you as he filled you up, as deep as he could get

you were trembling in his arms, dripping down his cock, still twitching around him while he groaned into your hair, hips slowly thrusting to work every last drop into you

“leaking now” he breathed, almost laughing with how good it felt, how messy you were. “just like I wanted. stuffed full of me. ruined.”

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

the journal entries have me in a chokehold💃

𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 🔞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 જ⁀➴ 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliot puts himself out on a limb just to get the attention of a girl

SMUT!! MDNI!!! softdom!Elliott, masturbation, unprotected sex, p in v, afab reader, oral, mutual pining, sexual tension, reckless Elliott, mentions of gun violence, nurse!reader

You’ve been stationed at this forward operating base for three months—long enough for the chaos of the outside world to become background noise, but not long enough to get used to the constant weight of it pressing on your chest.

You’re a combat medic. Used to blood, screaming, silence. But not used to him.

Elliott.

He’s part of a recon unit that comes and goes like a ghost. Never talks much. He always looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. There’s something feral in the way he moves, like he’s waiting for the next shot to go off, even in the quiet. And yet, somehow, he always finds his way to you when he’s banged up—like tonight.

He comes in late. Shirt shredded, arm torn up, dark eyes hard like he’s still out there, still fighting something. You clean his wound in silence, but the tension’s thick. Heavy. You’ve fought before—barked orders, snapped at him for being reckless, shoved him when he got in your face.

But tonight is different. Tonight, you’re both too tired to argue, too strung out to pretend the air between you hasn’t been charged since day one.

You press gauze to his side. He flinches. Your other hand lingers on his hip to keep him in place. His gaze drags up your body, slow and unreadable.

“Are you always this rough with your patients? ” He mutters, voice low, hoarse.

You smirk. “Only the ones who piss me off.”

His jaw flexes. “Then you must really hate me.”

You stare at him, your heartbeat picking up. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? ”

He laughs, a dry, bitter sound. Then—“Yeah. I fuckin’ would.”

He doesn’t move when you pull the gauze away—just sits there on the edge of the cot, stripped down to his undershirt, sweat clinging to his skin. Blood seeps through the fresh bandage at his ribs, and you should tell him to lie back and take it easy. But you don’t. You just stare at him for a second too long, eyes dragging down his chest, jaw, the curve of his mouth, and the moustache that sits right above it.

You know what this is. You’ve known for weeks. Every look, every snap of tension between you two. Every time he called you “Doc,” it was like a challenge. Every time he stood too close, he lingered too long after a patch-up. Every time you got in his face, and he didn’t back down—just stared at you like he wanted to pull you in and ruin you.

You break the silence first.

“You’re going to split that open again if you keep fucking around like that.”

“I’ll live.”

You roll your eyes and start packing up your kit, but you feel him watching you. Not just watching—tracking. Like he’s waiting for something. Like he’s daring you to say what you’re both thinking.

“Something else bothering you? ” You ask, not looking at him.

“You,” he says flatly. Like a gunshot. No hesitation.

You freeze, hands still.

“Yeah? Well, good thing you can go,” you laughed—ignoring the obvious poking tension he’s only making worse.

You turned around to put the kit back on the trolley, but when you turned back around, Elliott was right behind you—standing now, looking down at you.

“God, I can’t wait anymore.” He exhaled like he was preparing for his next move, and he was.

Elliott leans down with a hand hovering over your hip; his pupils are blown out, but he has a touch of gentleness to him.

You looked up at him with the eyes he’d sworn a million times he hated, but if anyone read the little notebook he kept in his pack—the one thing keeping him from losing his mind—it would tell you otherwise.

Second Week Out

I saw her for the first time; she stood out in all the right ways. I knew instantly that if I didn’t meet her. I’d lose my fucking mind.

Third Week Out

She knows me. I may have gotten shot; it might have been on purpose, but now she knows me. She knows I’m here.

Fourth Week Out

We started arguing about me being “reckless.” I didn’t mind because it was my recklessness that got her to know my name. It was my recklessness that brought me to see her every day, to make sure she was okay.

Fifth Week Out

I’m starting to lose control. I need her to know that I need her. I would never admit this to anyone, but I woke up in a cold sweat—thinking about her, of course. It just happened. One second I was asleep. The next thing I was bucking into my hand thinking about her eyes, the way I would want her to look at me if I was in her. Not my fucking hand. God, this is weird. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It was the sixth week out, and it was time he made his move.

“Tell me to leave, and I will walk out of here right now.” Elliott’s voice was gruff, laced with a thick lust he wasn’t sure you shared.

Your throat bobbed as you met his rather intense gaze again; you both know this is risky, but that only made you want it more.

“Stay.” That was the only word you managed to get out, and it was only a little louder than a whisper.

Elliott took this as his signal—crashing his lips on yours. Instantly wrapping his arms around your waist before letting a deep groan rip from his throat.

You stood on your tippy toes, arms around his neck and hands in his buzzed hair. His moustache tickled against your top lip. This felt surreal.

Elliott was quick to deepen the kiss; after all, he got shot—multiple times, might he add—to earn this kiss. He wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

Once his tongue slipped into your mouth, you tasted it. The mint was from one of those stupid pieces of gum he liked popping in your ear way too loud. There was an additional taste of chewing tobacco, not your favourite taste, but the mint masked it well enough.

It was a weird mix—tobacco and mint—but somehow, it felt real. It felt like him. Like this. Flawed and reckless. Maybe a little dangerous, but honest in its own fucked-up way.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against your own, his breath heavy against your lips.

“I shouldn’t want this so bad,” he murmured, his voice barely hanging on. “But I do. I want you.”

Your fingers still rested in his hair, now scratching at the nape of his neck, trying to hold yourself back a little longer. “Then shut up and take it.”

That was all it took. He snapped.

Smashing his lips back onto yours, pulling you flush against him. You moan softly in his mouth. The sound went straight to his dick.

He scooped you up gently and plopped you down on the cot like you weighed nothing. Standing between your legs, he continued kissing you. Hands now rubbing up and down the plush of your thighs.

You were pressed up against him. Hands in what little hair he had. You felt the heat start to grow between your thighs, and you involuntarily bucked forward.

Elliott had you held down pretty well, but this small movement brushed right against where he needed you most. If you did that one more time, he thinks he’d finish on the spot.

He didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to waste what could be the only chance he got.

Quickly he dropped to his knees. Head now between your legs. He took off your boots carefully, making sure not to hurt you. He moved his fingers up to the zipper of your pants.

“Can I? ” He spoke softly but still sounded gravelly.

A quick nod of desperation was all it took for him to pull down your uniform pants, revealing a pair of soft pink panties that were lined with lace. At the top there was a little bow.

He stared for a moment too long; it made you self-conscious, and you tried closing your legs, but before you could, he kissed the bow.

Just a soft peck. He was looking at you when he did it. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered against the bow. Lips grazing over the lowest part of your stomach.

You shivered softly. Your eyes stayed on him the entire time. You tried not to shy away again after this.

He hooked his fingers in your panties before tugging them down. You lifted your hips to help him, same as your pants. He didn’t look down. Not until they were completely pulled off and stuffed into the pocket of his pants.

“You okay, angel? ” He asked, inching closer to the place you needed him most.

“Mhm, just keep going,” you murmured, hand moving to scratch behind his ear. “Please, Elliott.”

That’s all it took for him to pull you closer to his face by the hips. He tucked his face between your soft thighs, leaving a kiss right above your clit.

You shuddered at the feeling. Before you knew it, you felt him lick a stripe between your folds. You let out a small gasp and tried grabbing onto his hair, but it wasn’t long enough.

He grabbed your hand and held it instead. Quickly diving back in, sucking on your clit this time.

It was like he was starving—because he was. He laps up every single drop of wetness that was created under his manipulation.

He grinded against nothing; the friction he desperately needed was so close but so far. He groaned as he continued eating you out. His pace is getting faster but sloppier.

You’ve become a moaning mess under his tongue. You rolled your hips softly, trying to gain a little more friction.

Elliott took this as a sign and moved the hand that wasn’t holding onto yours. He brought two of his thick fingers to your opening, slowly pumping them in as he continued to work his tongue against your clit.

His eyes stayed on you the entire time. Taking in the image of you from where he was placed. He hopes this isn’t the last time he sees you like this. You look absolutely stunning.

“Elliott—shit.” You practically squeaked. You’ve received before, but this was life-altering. His starvation drove you to the edge faster than you had hoped.

His fingers continued to curl inside of you at a slow speed while he licked and sucked at your nub. You didn’t want this to end, but you weren’t sure what was going to happen if you finished.

“Elliott, stop,” you stuttered.

The second you finished your sentence, he stopped. He looked up at you, concerned. His fingers froze, but he didn’t pull them out.

“Are you okay? ” He asked in a panic. “Did I hurt you? ”

You laughed, but it was more of a huff as you were completely out of breath.

“No,” you replied quickly. “I didn’t want to stop, and I was getting close.”

The concern on his face quickly faded. He moved his head right back to where it was but removed his fingers.

Scooping you up by your ass, he pushed his nose deep into your folds. Bathing himself in your juices. He pushed his tongue back inside of you and sped up his pace. His moustache only added to the pleasure.

You quickly threw your head back and let a loud moan escape your throat. Nails clawing deep into his biceps. You quickly unravelled under him with this newfound determination.

Your hips stuttered as an orgasm washed over you. Elliott, on the other hand, didn’t think twice.

He slurped up every single drop you gave him, like this was his final meal. Once he lapped up every last bit, he looked up at you once again.

His face was covered in you, his jaw was streaked with drops that didn’t reach his mouth, and his moustache collected some of it as well.

He gave you a small smile before standing back up. He wobbled for a moment.

The realization quickly hit you. This was the same man you would get into squabbles with constantly. One yelling at the other. All of a sudden he’s gone soft. Was it the tension? Or something deeper?

The thought quickly vanished when his lips met yours. His hand coming up to your cheek, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You moved your hands to his belt, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor as well as his pants. He was left in a pair of boxers, black ones with little teddy bears on them.

You let out a giggle at his boxers, but you were quickly cut off by his lips on yours again.

Luckily what you didn’t see was the giant wet spot on his boxers. He wasn’t sure how you didn’t see, but he was so glad he didn’t have to face the embarrassment.

One thing he learned how to do in boot camp is how to finish silently, because if you were loud about it, someone would catch you.

So naturally when he was eating you out and came undone in his pants accidentally—you didn’t even notice.

You moved your hands to the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprung out. Girthy and long, it was slightly curved downward but barely noticeable.

You let his boxers drop to the floor before you let go of the kiss. Running your hand along his snail trail all the way down to his dick.

You rubbed the bead of precum across his head.

Elliott let out a small groan. He needed her. He couldn’t wait anymore.

Thankfully you didn’t make him. You held him between your folds and ran the tip of his cock through them. You were aching for him at this point.

As you lined him up with your entrance, you nodded your head. He took this as a green light.

As he pressed in slowly, he stopped at around an inch. His forehead against yours. You both were sweaty at this point, but neither of you cared.

“Keep going,” you spoke softly; you wanted all of him. “All the way.”

You assured him it was okay. He slowly bottomed out, and when he did, he groaned as you bit into his shoulder. There was a slight sting considering how stretched out you were, but it was nice.

You kissed the spot on his shoulder you sunk your teeth into, moving up to his neck to give him more kisses. You rolled your hips slightly, and Elliott held you close to his chest.

He slowly pulled out—almost all the way—before he pressed back in. You moaned against his neck, and he gave you a desperate whimper back.

“I got you, baby.” He whispered into your ear as he brushed his hands through your hair.

He started to gain speed, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt—you would also be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

You moved your head back to rest against his. He gave you a sloppy kiss as he became more desperate with his pace. Fucking you like this would be the one and only time. Maybe it is.

You were a moaning mess in his arms. You clawed at his back under his shirt relentlessly—surely drawing blood. Elliott only fed into it.

He held you with both hands on your cheeks. Holding your head close to his so he could keep kissing your lips. Like he was savouring it. Which he was.

His thrusts were faster than he’d ever gone in his hand. It was euphoric. It also brought him really close really fast. Luckily, another thing boot camp taught him was to control himself. Just to make sure he spills his seed into a sock without making a mess.

You were on the edge. Spent from him eating your pussy out like it was his last day on earth. That he would never get to do it again.

You were close. He felt it with the way you clenched around his cock and arched into him. He kept up his pace just to make sure you gave him all you had left.

You dug your nails deep into his back. Unable to kiss him back. You were short-circuiting. You let out a loud moan into his mouth before coming completely undone. Completely fucked out and dazed.

Elliott was a few thrusts behind you, quickly pulling out and cumming on your thigh with a groan. His seed was thick and hot.

He watched it run down your thigh before you scooped some up, popping your fingers in your mouth. Sucking them clean with a hum.

He looked at you with soft eyes, almost loving ones. He had never really enjoyed sex—not like this.

He quickly grabbed some tissues from the abandoned medical cart and cleaned you up. He helped you back into your pants and boots.

You didn’t ask for your underwear back; you hoped it would bring him back to you. You watched him get dressed and he sat beside you on the cot.

Neither of you said anything. He just rests his head on yours. Hand in hand.

Neither of you were sure what was coming next but whatever it was—along as it brought you two together—it would be the best thing to happen to either of you.

Sixth Week Out

I finally got her. It was good, really good. I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful, but she’s always been gorgeous. I got an amazing sleep after kissing her goodbye that I wish I could have stayed but it would have just gotten us both in trouble.

Seventh Week Out

She’s been ignoring me. I haven’t seen her since that night. No one will tell me anything. Did I do something wrong? I’m losing my mind. I told Ray what happened but he doesn’t believe it. Apparently a lot of people wanted her. But she wouldn’t let anyone touch her—not like I touched her.

Eighth Week Out

Turns out she got the flu and was out for a week… totally wasn’t freaking me out. Anyways, it happened again and she let me take a nap in her bed when we were off. Ray believes me now considering the hickeys I returned to base with.

Ninth Week Out

We’re being sent back home next week for Christmas. Turns out my parents live an hour away from her. Maybe I should ask to stop by? Would she say yes? God, I hope so.

Christmas

So she definitely said yes. This guys got a girlfriend now!!! This is so stupid. I’m acting like a teenager again. Anything for her though. She got me a present, they were boxers with the squads face on it. I sent it to the group chat and Sam bullied me for it. Erik found it funny. I got her a necklace. It’s a locket with a photo of me in my uniform in it. Since she told me if she could fuck me with my uniform on “helmet and all” she would. I don’t know but again, anything for her.

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