#ray warfare

Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

smut with plot ⸝⸝ he cries while jerking off ⸝⸝

Ray was slumped against the wall near the front room, one leg stretched out, the other bent with his arm draped over his knee. his rifle was resting beside him, untouched since their early sweep. he hadn’t slept right in days, hadn’t felt right in even longer.

everything ached from his shoulders to his heart. he missed you. god, he missed you so bad it physically hurt sometimes.

he rubbed his hands over his face, sighing low, willing his body to get through another day without snapping.

Ray was supposed to be on watch duty. he knew that, he really did. but the only sound was the occasional pop of distant gunfire far off, not close enough to worry about yet. the only thing louder than the gunfire was the way his own heartbeat every time his thoughts drifted back to you.

at first it was harmless… sweet, even.

he remembered the way you’d smiled at him, soft and warm. how your hand always slipped into his, fitting so perfectly. he breathed slow, replaying your voice in his head, your favorite things, the little things he practiced remembering, just in case he ever had to cling to something comforting.

but of course, sweetness only got him so far. because once he let himself think of you… really think of you… the thoughts changed.

he could almost feel the weight of your thighs tightening around his head, your breathless little moans while his tongue worked you open, tasted you. his jaw flexed at the memory. the way you’d pulled his hair when you were getting close…

his body felt flushed, he could feel the heat rising in his chest, crawling right up his neck

Ray shifted where he sat on the floor, jaw tight, because thinking about the way you clung to him when he fucked you wasn’t doing him any favors. neither was remembering how you looked when you were riding him; sitting pretty on his cock, your thighs trembling, your hands braced on his chest while he smoothed his palms up your sides. he could see it so clearly. his thumbs brushing the swell of your breasts, your breath catching, that shy little expression you always got right before you sank fully down on him again.

“shit…” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his position because there was no hiding the way his pants had grown way too tight. uncomfortably so. every twitch of his cock made the fabric strain, making him curse himself for letting his mind wander like this.

he dragged in a slow breath, but it didn’t help. not when he could still feel you in every part of him. your warmth, your voice, your body wrapped around his.

watch duty was going terribly

all he could watch… all he could feel… was you.

Ray knew he should’ve stopped. should’ve adjusted himself, forced his mind somewhere, anywhere else. that’s what he always did on watch, what he was trained to do. but right now he let the ache stay, let his cock throb and stiffen until the tip pressed insistently against the front of his pants, tenting the fabric.

he looked down at himself, a small breath catching in his throat.

all that… just from thinking of you. a small, helpless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

he glanced around the empty room just once, quickly. nobody, no footsteps, not a sound. no reason to deny what his body was begging for.

his gear came off fast, his hands making quick work of every strap, every clasp. his vest thunked against the floor. that tight olive green shirt stayed on clinging to him, stretching over his chest, the sleeves hugging his biceps just the way you liked them.

then his fingers slid to his waistband.

he tugged his pants and boxers down in one desperate motion, the fabric catching on his thighs before falling away. the moment his cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip he let out a sharp, shaky hiss at the relief. it bobbed upward, a desperate twitch like he’d been waiting hours instead of minutes.

“Fuck” he breathed, voice low

he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it, biting it to keep it out of the way. the fabric stretched between his teeth as his chest rose and fell.

then his hand wrapped around himself firm and familiar.

the first slow stroke earned a groan out of him, deep and helpless. and once he started… he didn’t stop.

he stroked himself steadily, hips giving tiny, involuntary thrusts into his own fist. his head fell back, eyes squeezing shut tight as he chased the feeling, chased the memory of you.

your thighs around his head, your warmth squeezing around him, your voice, your moans, your breath on his neck, your name on his tongue.

he let it spill out. let the groans escape, let your name fall from his lips like something he’d been starving to speak.

his throat tightened, he felt his eyes sting, he missed you. god, he fucking missed you.

his strokes picked up, faster, needier. his hips rolled into his hand like he was trying to meet a rhythm only his memory could give him. every breath grew shakier, every groan more desperate. the pleasure curled low in his stomach, his cock pulsing hard in his grip as he got closer, too close. close enough that the ache in his chest matched the one throbbing in his cock.

he swallowed hard, jaw clenched around his shirt, but the sound still escaped him broken, choked, and needy.

he was right there, right on the edge, thinking only of you.

Ray’s vision blurred from the tears welling up in his eyes, and the only sound he could hear was of his own shaky, desperate strokes. the prickle at the corners of his eyes finally spilled over, tears slipping down his cheeks in hot, uneven trails.

“f-fuck..” he choked out, the word breaking in half sob, half moan

he wasn’t embarrassed, not even close. if anything, the tears felt honest.

like real proof of just how deeply he loved you, how much it ached to want someone so intensely your body couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and grief.

a droplet slid off his jaw and landed on his stomach, then another on his thigh. his shirt stayed clenched between his teeth, stretching as his whole body tensed. his hips bucked up into his fist, searching for more, chasing that sweet release.

the bead of slick at his tip thickened, leaking over his knuckles as his cock twitched hard once, twice and then he was there.

his breath caught in his throat as spurts of cum spilled across his stomach, his thighs. streaks everywhere his body flexed. each twitch of his cock wrung another groan out of him, louder than he intended.

he slumped back against the wall, letting his head fall with a dull thud.

“Such a fucking mess…” he breathed

tears still clung to his lashes, staining his cheeks in uneven streaks. his hand still slick, still trembling lifted, and he used the back of it to swipe at his eyes.

he exhaled shakily, chest rising and falling, body limp and undone.

all because he missed you, all because thinking of you undid him completely.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

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and then he started crying

Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

smut with plot ⸝⸝ sneaky sex ⸝⸝ requested ⸝⸝

the floor beneath your back was hard, cold, and covered with fine gray dust. the night was quiet except for the sound of Ray's breathing beside you

he laid flat on his back, eyes closed, one arm bent behind his head. not sleeping he never really did during watch but his body was still, his face soft and calm. you turned your head just slightly, watching him in the dim light coming through the busted wall. the light caught on the faint stubble along his jaw, on the old scar slicing through one of his eyebrows

god, he was handsome. and it wasn't just how he looked, it was how he was with you. the way he always carried extra gear without being asked, just so you’d have less weight. the way he touched your shoulder when you were tense, the way he made it a point to lead you to the quietest spots during downtime the ones where no one else wandered

your eyes slipped down to his mouth. you’d thought about kissing him more times than you could count. imagined what it would feel like to run your fingers through his short buzzed hair, to pull him down on top of you in some dark corner of this room. you’d thought about his body on yours, the weight of him, the feeling of his mouth, his hands. how slow he might be, or maybe not slow at all maybe rough, desperate, the way he sometimes looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

but you were always looking and you weren’t imagining the way he stared either. you saw it when you passed him equipment, felt it when he brushed too close behind you and his hand rested on the small of your back longer than needed

now, lying beside him watching the way his chest rose and fell, you felt that feeling building again curling in your stomach. your fingers itched to reach over and trace the veins on his forearm, the scar on his wrist, the curve of his jaw.

Ray kept his eyes shut, body loose beside yours, but inside he was a fucking mess. it was a miracle he hadn’t just rolled over and buried his mouth in your neck

Ray thought you were beautiful. not pretty, not cute, beautiful. strong, capable, independent when you needed to be but you were sweet and patient with him, it all made him feel so needy and desperate on nights like this

he hadn’t touched anyone in months. hadn’t felt anyone, not the way he wanted to feel you. and every night you ended up beside him like this on the floor, with the rest of the unit fast asleep. he had to clench his jaw and will himself not to do anything

he wanted to. jesus, he wanted to

there were nights he'd spent with his hand down the front of his pants, cock gripped tight, as he fucked into his palm. imagining how you’d ride him slow at first, teasing, your thighs spread wide over his lap, your hands on his chest, with that little look you gave when you were this close to taking the upper hand in comms arguments

he thought about your mouth too much. about how you licked your lips when you were tired. how you bit the inside of your cheek when you were concentrating. how those lips would look stretched around his cock, eyes glossy, spit slicking your chin

his cock twitched just thinking about it, stiffening slow against the zipper of his pants, and he breathed in through his nose, hard and deep, counting every fucking second to keep from groaning. every part of him ached for you. not just the sex though that part felt unbearable some nights but the connection. the feel of someone real wanting him back

you didn’t even know what you were doing to him just lying there. and that made it worse. because Ray wasn’t going to cross that line unless you dragged him over it, unless you climbed on top of him and took it

but he dreamed of it. of you whispering his name, hips grinding down on him while his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you deeper. he wanted to run his fingers under your uniform and feel the warmth of your skin, the curve of your ribs. he wanted to pin you down and fuck you hard, rough, until you sobbed his name like it was the only word you knew. he wanted to kiss you through it all, wanted your hands tangled in his hair, your legs around his waist, your voice breaking as you finished around him

Ray clenched his fists against the floor, his cock twitched in his pants, hard now. he shifted just a little hips tilted away from you to hide

you kept your eyes on him, he looked so peaceful at first lids shut, lashes casting shadows on his cheek, jaw clenched like he’d just had a heavy thought

then he stirred, a small movement at first. his eyes opened slowly, and he stared at the ceiling for a second, then he moved his head to the side and his eyes locked on yours

you couldn’t look away. you’d spent so many nights memorizing his face the slope of his nose, the hard line of his jaw.

his lips parted like he was going to say something, but no words came out. then finally “can’t sleep.”

you didn’t hesitate to respond. “me too.”

and that was all he needed to hear. he moved, turning his whole body toward you. he curled one arm under his head, the other resting just in front of him, inches from your chest. his legs bent slightly. he was close, so close you could feel his warmth. his brow furrowed a little like he was struggling to keep it together, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to keep looking at you the way he was.

you saw the way his mouth opened slightly, lips soft and pink. you didn’t know what you looked like to him right now, but his eyes trailed down briefly to your mouth then back up

neither of you said anything. you moved a little closer as your foreheads nearly touched, his eyes didn’t leave yours, but his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip

you didn’t know it, but under that blanket Ray’s cock was hard and twitching against the inside of his thigh, your hand rose between you and hovered over his face

Ray didn’t flinch, didn’t move back, just watched you. when your fingertips brushed his cheekbone he closed his eyes like it hurt in the best possible way

his skin was warm. rough in places from long hard days, but soft too around the corners of his mouth where he sometimes smiled just for you and no one else. you let your hand drift down cupping the side of his face, thumb brushing along the stubble over his upper lip, your finger running over the bridge of his nose and Ray let you

you traced the edge of his lip, and his mouth parted open under your touch, he was so hard beneath the blanket he felt dizzy. his cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants, something small that had been building for months, and now he was here, your hand on him.

you traced the line of his eyebrow, the scar on it, the soft arch above his temple. he let out a long sigh, he was so touch starved. not just for sex, but for this.

he moved closer, his chest brushing yours, legs tangling. his nose skimmed yours, his eyes were half-lidded, yours widened startled by how close he was, how close you’d let him get you weren’t supposed to be here. not like this. not with him. all the protocols and rules set, you were supposed to be on watch duty

his gaze went down to your lips, and when he leaned in just a little more there was no question left between you. no doubts, just need. his lips pressed to yours

and then he pulled back only slightly, just far enough to see your face. he leaned back in without hesitation, hand lifting to cradle your cheek like he’d been dying to touch you this whole time, thumb brushing just beneath your eye, the kiss deepened, lips parting wider, teeth grazing just enough to sting

your leg shifted unintentionally and rubbed up against the hard bulge pressing through his pants. he groaned into your mouth, hips jerking slightly before he even realized he had. you gasped against him, and your voice broke the kiss

“Ray…” you whispered, not even sure what you meant by it. his response was only a low hum, like he hadn’t even heard the hesitation in it. his mouth moved to your jaw, the corner of your lips, your throat, then back

“Ray stop…” you said again, breath catching over the words like you weren’t even sure if you really wanted it to stop

“What?” he murmured, lips grazing yours “What’s the matter?”

“we can’t…” you whispered trying to remember the rules, the protocols, the reason you were even out here “we shouldn’t…”

his breath was warm against your mouth as he smiled into the kiss, the kind of smile that made your stomach curl “think so?” he whispered

“what else do you think?” he asked, and kissed you again, slower now “what if someone catches us” you whispered, “what if captain Erik-”

“Good” Ray said “let them.”

he kissed you again deeper “they won’t know what we do”

his hand slipped behind your neck and pulled you in again, and you were gone

his body shifted over yours, the weight of him pressing you harder down into the floor beneath. his leg came between yours, hips grinding just enough for you to feel how hard he was. you hands slid up his chest, you reached the hem of his uniform, fingers fumbling, tugging upward you needed to see him

he smiled into the kiss, his hands moved obeying. his lips still on yours open and panting, as he reached down between you and started unbuttoning the front of his uniform. each pop of a button exposed more of the tight olive green shirt stretched over his chest, clinging to every muscle and sweat damp line

when he shrugged out of it, the hidden dog tags fell free, swinging softly to rest against his chest with a soft metallic clink. your eyes caught them just briefly they were of proof of what he was who he was, of where you both were, of all the rules you were breaking. but they clinked again as he leaned back down

his hand found your waist, your own hands rose to the buttons of your own uniform shaking now, both from nerves and need and you fumbled the first one, breath catching as you tried again. but then his hand was there brushing yours aside gently, and his fingers took over. he didn’t look down just kissed you harder, deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth as he worked at your uniform buttons one by one

he tugged your uniform the rest of the way down your shoulders, he couldn’t believe you were letting him do this. the fabric pooling behind your back, your olive undershirt joining it a moment later. and then you were there half naked under him, your bra the only thing left clinging to modesty and even that felt like a lie now

his eyes took you in visibly swallowing hard. “shit” he breathed, his eyes moved from your chest to your face and back again, and then unable to wait he shoved his pants down, boxers coming down in the same movement, his cock springing free, flushed dark, and hard. he hissed through his teeth at the contact with cool air, one hand wrapping briefly around the base

you did the same, fingers moving down to undo your pants, lifting your hips as you slid them off, until you were left in nothing but your panties, his knees settling between yours as his weight shifted down, and then he murmured something you almost didn’t catch

“better than I imagined” he said against your throat mouth finding the sensitive skin there and trailing lower “so, so much better…”

his lips trailed down your neck, your collarbone, moving toward the swells of your chest. you squirmed instinctively hips moving up as the friction of your soaked panties rubbed against his cock. it had been months, too long. the feeling of being touched like this was almost too much

your fingers reached behind you, struggling with the clasp of your bra, then you undid it with a soft snap, letting the straps slip down your arms. your nipples perked in the cold air, hard and flushed, and his gaze went down again lips parted

his mouth found one, warm and wet, tongue flicking slow as he groaned low, and your back arched up into him

you wanted him like this raw, dirty, sweat and skin, his mouth stayed latched to your nipple, tongue swirling, lips sucking deep until it ached, while his hand came up to the other breast, fingers pinching and rolling your nipple until you gasped into his mouth, your moans muffled by his tongue when he kissed you again

he brought his hips down into you, his cock sliding against the soaked fabric of your panties, the tip smearing precum across the thin cotton that was already dark and damp with your slick

then his hand moved down, hooked a finger into the side of your panties, and pulled them aside with a rough pull that exposed your wet pussy to the cool air and his eyes. you whimpered, arching up into him instinctively, thighs twitching, trying to guide him in with nothing but your hips

“I know” he breathed “I know…”

his hands slid under your thighs bringing your legs up and around his waist so he could settle into you completely. the head of his cock brushed your folds before he slid it up and down your slit, opening you up with slow, heavy strokes that left your entrance twitching around nothing. then he angled his hips, and you felt it his thick, curved tip pressing right against your hole

he pushed in slowly, the burn was immediate your nails dug into his back, mouth open in a soundless moan as he pushed in, his girth spreading you wider than you’d felt in months, maybe ever. the sting was sharp, pulling tears to your eyes as you gasped

“Fuck” he groaned, eyes closed shut, breath ragged “you’re tight… fuck…”

he kept pushing in. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, trembling from holding back, of not slamming into you all at once. you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, and he kissed them away barely even aware of himself now, lost in the squeeze of your pussy around him, he was breathing so hard, and his voice came out a desperate whisper

“I could cum just like this… jesus Christ…”

he bottomed out with a slow shaking thrust, and the sob that came from your throat was half moan, half cry. he groaned loud, dropping his forehead to your shoulder

“Fuck… fuck, fuck” he gasped, hips twitching like he wanted to rut into you hard and deep, but he held himself back. you felt every vein, every twitch of his cock buried in your pussy. your hands slid up his back, fingertips dragging over sweat slick muscle as you held him close, needing him

he lifted his head slowly, his brows were scrunched together as he looked down at you, the tears still drying on your cheeks. his cock twitched deep inside you, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth voice shaking as he asked “You ok?”

you nodded, still breathless your mouth trembling as you whispered “Yeah.”

his hips pulled back, and then he pushed into you again slow, hard, deep. your mouth dropped open, a high moan catching in your throat as the head of his cock dragged back in, stretching you all over again

“been needing this” he groaned, head tipping back slightly as he fucked into you

your legs tightened around his waist, locking him in closer, your hands gripping his shoulders as he began moving harder

“Been wanting this since the first damn week… you in uniform, all tight and perfect, acting like you didn’t know I was looking… always wondered what you’d feel like.” his teeth grazed your jaw as he thrust in again deeper

“Ray” you moaned, hips lifting to meet his thrusts, your voice cracking as you praised him between every gasp “so good Ray… so fucking good don’t stop-”

you pussy took him in with every stroke, sweat dripping from his chest onto yours. his cock curved just right

he was panting into your ear now, “I know you’ve been wanting this” Ray said “don’t act like I don’t know you had a little crush on me”

“Yes Ray fuck” you gasped, head tipping back body arching into his with every thrust. your voice cracked louder, needier, too loud and his eyes moved to the door, his hand shot up, he clamped his palm over your mouth, muffling the next moan that came out of you

“Shhh…” he groaned hips never slowing “keep it down they’ll hear you” but the tone in his voice said he liked that idea too much

his cock fucked into you again, the wet slap of his hips against your thighs filling the air, your pussy sucking him in tight around him. his hand held your mouth in place, making your eyes water with the way it silenced you and excited you all at once. his mouth moved to your ear again

“you want them to hear huh?” he panted, lips brushing your earlobe “want Captain Erik to come check on us walk in and see me fucking you like this, see how loud you moan for me?”

you whimpered beneath his hand

“Shit I hope he does…” Ray hissed, cock twitching inside you, thrusting harder now, sweat dripping down his neck onto your chest as he fucked you “let him see what I do to you… how fucking good I make you feel…”

he was so fucking handsome always had been but now, red-cheeked and sweaty, mouth parted in loud groans, brows knit tight as his thrusts turned sloppy. you’d dreamed of this of him pushing you down, kissing, fucking you but never once had you let yourself believe it would happen. yet here he was

“going to cum already” he grunted, hips jerking forward with messy thrusts “shit so good… where do you want it?”

you could barely think, barely breathe. all you managed against his hand still covering your mouth was a muffled, whimpered “anywhere”

he let out a strangled groan and pulled his hand away, immediately leaning in to crash his lips to yours, you kissed him back with everything you had, your fingers rising to his face, cupping his cheeks

then his hand slid down, finding your clit with two fingers and pressing in gently, then rubbing slow tight circles. you gasped into the kiss, your hips bucking up

“Right there?” he asked, you nodded frantically, legs twitching around his waist

“going to make you finish too” he hummed, lips parting from yours just enough to watch your face

your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, pulling him closer, burying your face against his damp skin. the sound of your moans, now softer and breathier against his ear driving him closer to that edge he was desperately trying to hold off for you. his thumb stayed pressed to your clit, rubbing tight circles with his cock deep inside

you gasped, body tensing up around him, your orgasm coming over you, thighs wrapping tight around his waist, pussy squeezing around his cock. your moan came loud from your throat, he grinned the moment he heard it “there it is” he gasped

and with a strangled moan of your name, he thrusted in one last time, buried to the base he pulled out in a rush, cock twitching as thick sticky white cum spilled across your stomach while he stroked himself through it

“look at that” he groaned, milking every last drop, watching it drip down your stomach, trailing toward your bellybutton. he was still panting, he brought one hand down and casually dragged a finger through his cum, smearing it over your skin in a swirl

Ray finally let himself lay down beside you, he turned his head to look at you, eyes half lidded, dazed, and when your eyes met his something in both your faces cracked

you smiled first slow, stupid, in disbelief

he laughed under his breath, grin forming wide as he reached over and brushed his knuckles along your jaw

“shit” he breathed

you lay there beside him, his breath evening out, skin warm and sticky against yours, his fingers traced your arm nothing intimate or purposeful, just the feeling of someone who didn’t want to break the moment. you didn’t say anything neither did he there was only the soft sound of his breathing, and the beat of your heart slowing

can yall tell i love Ray…..

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Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

suggestive ⸝⸝ mostly fluff ⸝⸝

Ray comes home late from training, probably sore, probably starving but he doesn’t say anything when he sees you

you feel the dip of the mattress behind you, with him kneeling beside where you’re laid out on the bed. his hand settles on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, his thumb brushes lightly across your scalp

“How’d it go?” he asks voice a little hoarse

“terrible.”

Ray’s hand stills for a second, and he just leans closer lips brushing the back of your head as he murmurs, “I’m sorry baby.”

you swallow hard, trying to keep it together. he slides his hand from your hair to your back rubbing gentle, slow circles between your shoulders.

“I’m proud of you” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “even if the exam was shit, even if the week sucked, even if you can’t see it yet.”

you shift just slightly, turning your face toward him without lifting it off the bed. he meets your eyes, his face damp with sweat and streaked with dirt

Ray’s thumb brushes your cheek lovingly, and you manage a shaky whisper against the pillow “need you Ray.”

that’s all it takes. he smiles small and warm, and he rises just long enough to unlatch his vest and kick off his dirt covered boots with two soft thuds on the floor. you scoot to the far edge of the mattress making room without lifting your face

the mattress dips again as he climbs in behind you, the bed frame creaking a little as he settles in. Ray pulled you into his chest, one arm beneath the pillow to hold your head, the other settles over your waist, he pulls you in until there’s no space between you.

“Hey” he murmured low against your forehead his breath warm, hand stroking the back of your head. “It’s okay. you’re okay.”

you weren't okay, obviously. your voice cracked just trying to explain more how you'd bombed your exam, the one you'd actually studied for multiple weeks, the one that would tip your GPA. but he just listened, didn’t interrupt, just held you tighter

your face was buried in his chest, and he smelled uniquely like Ray, sweat and that masculine sweetness he never tried to cover. every sob made your body shake, and every shake brought you tighter against him until your thighs were pressed over one of his, your body tucked into him, his arm across your back holding you

and maybe it was the pressure. maybe it was the way your breath hitched when he stroked your spine, the way your hip shifted just a little against his thigh, but then he felt it fuck his cock started to get hard against his pants

Ray sucked in a slow breath through his nose, eyelids closing for just a second as you wriggled again, maybe trying to wipe your eyes or maybe just not noticing how close you were to his lap

“Shit” he breathed so softly you might not have caught it. he didn't move, he didn’t dare

you were still sniffling, curled against him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. that little pout you had when you cried was devastating lips soft and wet, chin trembling, lashes spiky with tears and he felt like a fucking monster, like every instinct telling him to pull back but his body betraying him

"Ray... do you think I failed?" your voice came all muffled against his chest

he cleared his throat, tried to focus on the words, on comforting you like a good boyfriend should. but his palm slid a little lower on your back, not inappropriately just gentle and reassuring

“I think you’re too damn smart to fail anything” he said, “and even if you did… doesn’t change anything for me. you hear me?”

you nodded against him, and the movement rubbed your cheek right over his collarbone, mouth barely brushing it

"You're always so nice to me" you whispered, "even when I'm disgusting and crying like this."

“You’re not disgusting” he said, more harsh than he meant to. “You’re… fuck baby you’re beautiful.”

it slipped out before he could stop it, and he cursed himself immediately but then your body stiffened just slightly, and you tilted your head to look up at him. eyes teary and red, glossy, a little surprised

"you mean that?"

he nodded, jaw tight, eyes drifting from your damp lashes down to your lips then lower, where your body was still pressed against his, where you could no doubt feel the growing bulge between your thigh and his leg

you didn’t move away, you just blinked at him, then shifted again slow this time and Ray's breath caught as you rocked lightly unintentionally grinding against him

a groan spilled from his throat, his fingers clenching in the hem of your hoodie as he tried not to buck up into you. you were still crying a little, still flushed, and it twisted something inside him

"I didn't mean to-" he started, but you cut him off by curling closer cheek resting now against his throat, your lips brushing the edge of his jaw

"I don't mind" you said softly. "I like that you think I'm pretty when I cry."

Ray went very still. his breath warm down your neck as he pulled you more fully into his lap, bulge flush against your clothed pussy, your hoodie riding up a little as you straddled one of his thighs

you were warm and soft and trembling against him, and the feeling of your wet lashes brushing his cheek was the last straw. his hands dragged up under your hoodie thumbs stroking the bare skin of your sides. you weren't wearing a bra

Ray’s hands slid beneath the hem of your hoodie again. you still sniffled softly against his throat, with an occasional hiccup

“baby” he whispered against your hair, “let me take care of you, just let me.”

you nodded slowly, Ray leaned back just enough to cup your cheek in one hand, brushing your tears away with his thumb as his other hand gently started to lift the hoodie

“Arms up” he murmured. “we’ll get you outta this. warm you up properly .”

you raised your arms slowly, still in his lap, thighs hugging either side of him. the hoodie coming off inch by inch, and Ray’s breath caught in his throat when he finally pulled it over your head and saw you bare chested, trembling just slightly, nipples hard from the room’s cool air

his hands didn’t come up to grope or knead at your breast, they just held your waist, thumbs pressing gently into the curve where your ribs were. “you’re so fucking pretty like this. even when you're sad.”

he leaned forward, lips brushing over your collarbone with a kiss, you trembled again hands resting on his shoulders, his dog tags cold where they pressed between your chests

Ray shifted under you, adjusting your weight on his thighs, and you could feel the hard bulge of his cock now still beneath his pants and boxers. his hands trailed down slowly pausing just above the waistband of your sleeping shorts.

“let me get these off okay? just wanna hold you skin to skin, real close.”

you gave the faintest nod, lip caught between your teeth, lashes still wet. Ray kissed your cheek just once then slid his fingers under the waistband and started to tug down. the fabric bunched over your hips, then your thighs, and he lifted you carefully one arm holding your back while the other slipped the shorts and the thin cotton panties beneath down your legs and off. you were bare now, naked in his lap, trembling with cold

“there we go” he murmured, voice low and soothing. “there’s my girl.”

you felt his hands stroke up the backs of your thighs pulling you closer, letting your warmth press against the hard bulge beneath his pants. his own breathing was deeper now, chest rising and falling against yours, and you reached for his shirt instinctively, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his uniform

he smiled and helped you, shrugging the top half off his shoulders, leaving just the thin olive-green undershirt clinging to his chest. that too he took off, dragging it over his head and tossing it aside. you pressed your chest to his without hesitation, the heat of his bare skin against yours making you gasp softly, thighs tightening around his waist

then came his bottom half. Ray undid his belt, eyes never leaving your face he moved slow, unhurried, didn’t fumble or rush he just wanted to give you what you needed

his pants slid down over his hips with a soft rustle, boxers soon following. his cock sprang free flushed, hard, already leaking at the tip, the head nudging up against your folds now that there was nothing between you

but he didn’t thrust, didn’t even grind. he just pulled you in closer, your pussy warm against him

“There” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours “just like this.”

you nestled into him, heart hammering, cheek pressed to his chest. his cock was hard between your thighs, but he didn’t move, he didn't need to. his hand stroked up and down your spine, he kissed the top of your head. and when you whimpered just a little he held you tighter

on big hand cupped your bare ass, fingers spread over the soft curve of it, and he rubbed lazy soothing circles into your skin. his other arm stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him, and his palm warm against your back

“feel better baby?” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. his voice was softer now, “you’re not shaking anymore.”

you nuzzled into his neck with a small sniffle, lips grazing the underside of his jaw the tears had dried up now. “Mhm” you whispered. “I like it like this… I like you like this.”

Ray gave a low breathy laugh more of an exhale, and pressed a kiss into your hair. “you mean naked and still sweaty and dirty?”

you smiled, the curve of your lips against his throat and he smiled too

his fingers kept moving over your ass, tracing lazy circles, sometimes dipping down to stroke the top of your thigh or skim along the place where your skin met his. you were flushed there warm, slick, sensitive but he didn’t press in, didn’t push in, just touched you like he had all the time in the world

“I wish I could hold you like this every day” he murmured, lips now drifting down from your temple to your cheek. his kissed the trail of dried tears there. “not just when you’re sad, or just when you need me, I’d do this all the time if I could.”

you looked up at him slowly, and his eyes met yours with the kind of look that said he really would do this a million times over again

and then he kissed you. his lips found yours, his tongue flicked against your lower lip, then deeper, slow and you moaned into it, one of your hands ran along his short buzzed hair, the other pressing against his chest where his heart thudded hard and slow beneath your palm

his hand on your ass gave a little squeeze, guiding your hips just slightly, pressing you down into the length of his cock not grinding or entering, but just enough to feel the full warmth of him, the soft throb under your pussy. the friction was barely there more comforting than need but your breath caught anyway, thighs clenching around him

he groaned into your mouth, the sound muffled

you kissed him again, and again. his hands never stopped moving, stroking your back, your hips, the plush of your ass. you rocked against him once barely, and he hissed through his teeth, the hand on your hip tightening

“just wanna hold you like this… nothing else. just this.” he breathed

you nodded against his chest, as he pressed another kiss onto your forehead

you finally let go of the tension in your body, maybe you bombed that exam, maybe everything isn’t perfect. but right now you’re here, and so is he. Ray holding you and kissing you like you’re the most precious thing he’d ever held. and for the first time all week, you let yourself rest.

oh how i missed writing for my boyfriend Ray we are so back

@k-ilisi @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @f4nfic-lover @legoflowrs @madvilllainy @illyrianbrat

Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

pure smut ⸝⸝ phone sex ⸝⸝ pathetic Ray ⸝⸝

Ray couldn’t be trusted with the comms.

“Ray… don’t fuck with anything” Erik said

the second he walked out the door, the room fell quiet.

Ray was alone. unsupervised and before he knew it he had your voice coming through from the other line, his hand twitching toward his waistband without even realizing.

“Mm… I don’t know, Ray. after all those letters I sent you, all those pictures… I think you owe me a little begging first.”

Ray groaned quiet, deep in his chest. his head tipped back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, baby” he muttered, clutching the mic tighter. “Please… please talk to me like that. i’ve been going crazy out here. I can’t sleep. can’t think straight. every time I close my eyes, I think of you.”

“you poor thing” you cooed. “is my big strong soldier falling apart without me?”

Ray laughed under his breath, “you don’t even know.”

“I bet you’re hard already” you teased. “I bet the second you heard my voice, you started getting that ache. didn’t you?”

He bit his lip, jaw clenched, hand already shifting between his legs. “I was hard the second I turned the damn dial. I didn’t even hear your voice yet.. I just hoped I would.”

“you need me that bad?”

he let out a shaky breath, eyes still shut, voice rough and low.

“Worse than bad, baby. it hurts. you hear me? i’m sitting here with your panties in my hand, your voice in my ear, and I don’t even care if Erik comes back in i’d still finish with your name on my tongue.”

you let out a quiet sigh, and he could almost picture you now back home probably flushed, maybe biting your lip, maybe touching your own thighs the way he used to when he had you beneath him.

“You’re quiet Ray… what’s the matter? can’t handle a little teasing?”

Ray let out a soft, humorless laugh

“Can’t handle you” he muttered. “you’re all I think about. you think I didn’t stare at your last photo for a full hour before I even dared to touch myself?”

“You didn’t” you gasped lightly, “Ray…”

“Yeah” he whispered, pressing his fingers hard against the outline of his cock, already thick and twitching under the fabric. “and the whole time I imagined your lips around me… just like you used to. all pretty, warm and messy.”

Your breath caught on the other end.

“you’re not making this easy for yourself.”

“You think I want to?” Ray chuckled, “you’ve been driving me insane since your first damn letter. do you know how hard it is to sleep next to a picture of you in my vest and not lose my mind?”

“No, I know Ray.” you murmured. “I know how bad you miss touching me, roaming your hands all over my body and soft thighs that you love being in between so bad..”

Ray groaned. he knew exactly what you were talking about

you continued

“I bet you’ve been so desperate to feel anything that reminds you of me. maybe you’ve used my panties a few times hm? rubbed your cock against them when no one else was watching?”

Ray gritted his teeth, speaking low into the mic.

“i’ve fucked them. cummed on them, slept with them. I breathe you in every chance I get, and it still isn’t enough.”

“Mm. Poor baby.” another pause

“but I think you like it, don’t you? being teased. being made to beg for it.”

“then make me” he whispered. “say the words, baby. tell me what you’d do to me right now.”

you giggled, he was so desperate it was entertaining.

Ray couldn’t wait anymore.

his fingers shoved his waistband down, freeing himself in one shaky motion. the cool air hit him first, then the overwhelming heat of his own palm wrapping tight around his cock. he hissed through his teeth, head falling back against the wall as he stroked once and slowly.

the way he liked it. the way you used to do it.

“Shit” he groaned into the mic. “Baby, I’m already leaking- just hearing you talk like that…”

you cooed softly through the comms, your voice a sweet sound in his ear

“Mm, that’s what I want. I want you to pretend it’s me wrapped around you, just like you need.”

his hand picked up pace, fist slicking down his length with more pressure now. his thighs tensed, breath shaky, and the mic trembled in his grip.

“God, you have me” he gasped. “i’d let you do anything, baby. ride me, use me, tease me for hours… i’d take it. anything to be in your hands again.”

the lace of your panties still lay over his thigh. with a shaky breath, he grabbed them bunching the fabric in his free hand, bringing them to his face. he breathed you in, the scent long faded but still fresh in his mind

his hips rolled into his hand again.

Ray moaned low, barely holding back as his grip pumped faster.

“you have no idea how bad I needed this. I can’t stop thinking about your thighs wrapped around me, your nails in my back, your voice in my ear just like this…”

he was bucking into his own hand now, the image in his mind so vivid he could almost smell your sweet scent. your voice was dragging him deeper into the fantasy.

“are you close?”

Ray let out a broken moan, jaw slack. “yeah. yeah.. keep talking. please, baby. tell me what you’d do next.”

“i’d let you bury yourself deep inside me. think I need a good filling, don’t you think so to Ray?” you purred. “and when you can't take it anymore i’d let you finish. right inside me. warm. deep. like you’re meant to.”

“make a mess like you always do, Ray. “gonna soak those pretty panties for me?”

“God yes” he breathed, hips snapping up into his hand. “i’m gonna come for you. all over them. all over this damn comm if you keep talking like that shit, baby—“

you knew how bad Ray needed this

“do it, Ray.”

“let me hear it.”

that was it.

his whole body jerked hips stuttering, balls tightening as he came hard, spilling over his thighs, his hand, the edge of your panties. his voice cracked into a moan, deep and ragged, your name the only thing leaving his lips.

for a second, all he could do was breathe. deep, shaky breaths. his hand still sticky, twitched against his thigh as he let his head fall back.

“thank you baby.” was all he could muster up.

need him so bad

ത new—Ray x f!reader, Elliott x f!reader, Sam x f!reader

— 𝐑𝐚𝐲 ❤︎‬

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 your last night with your boyfriend Ray

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 Ray is about to feel a whole lot closer to home

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 Ray is about to feel a whole lot closer to home again

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 horny calls with Ray

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 Ray knows exactly how to take care of his girl

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 Ray was always disciplined, proud and careful. but one night, one mission, tests both of you.

𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 munch!Ray who loves eating pussy

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 Tommy and Ray’s turn with barracks bunny!reader

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 & 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 moving is hard especially when your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off you

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 Ray’s favorite part about being on watch duty is being able to indulge in sweet thoughts about you.

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 Ray wouldn’t mind Tommy using those sweet pictures you send him would he?

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 Ray finally comes back home but not without bringing along a couple friends. for Tommy this was going to be harder than he expected.

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 the only place your not Ray’s is in Tommy’s dreams

𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 a simple encounter with Tommy in a grocery store leaves him love struck

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 Tommy loves finding new ways to fuck barracks bunny!reader

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 Tommy gifts you something BIG and he can’t wait to watch you use it

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 Tommy and Ray’s turn with barracks bunny!reader

𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 Tommy shows you just how strong he is

𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 virgin!readers first time with tommy

— 𝐒𝐚𝐦

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” Elliott, Sam & Erik filling up barracks bunny!reader

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 waking up horny and needy with Sam right next to you

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 a small joke turns into you laid over his lap.

𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 helping Sam adjust mentally and physically

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 sucking Sam’s dick for the first time

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 lazy morning sex with sam

𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰 sam loves his girl head to toe and he’s not afraid to show it

— 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” Elliott, Sam & Erik filling up barracks bunny!reader

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 Erik and his growing feelings for barracks bunny!reader

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 Erik coming home to his sweet wife who can’t help but become a emotional mess

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 welcome home sex with Erik

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

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲 watching Erik become a father was one of the sweetest things

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 Erik is always torn into a thousand pieces, torn in a thousand ways when he’s fucking you so sweetly.

— 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” Elliott, Sam & Erik filling up barracks bunny!reader

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 Elliott can’t help but get horny and all riled up after watching the “call on me” music video. needing a little extra help from his fiancee

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 Elliott shaving off the mustache you love so much, but he makes it up to you.

𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚 your last night with Elliott before he leaves for good

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

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 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

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 purposely making the handyman’s job hard or making him hard?

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 your husband Elliott starts feeling the distance of deployment weighing in.

Ray × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

implied sex ⸝⸝ little angsty ⸝⸝

The bedroom was silent, except for the sound of your uneven breathing, heavy, still coming down from the climax you both shared. The lights were off, but the moon shone softly through the half-closed curtains, casting a glow across the bed it kissed the curve of Ray’s jaw, glistening off the slick sweat on his chest, and traced the lines of your bare bodies tangled together on top of the covers.

you lay draped across him, skin to skin, your cheek pressed to the warmth of his shoulder. His hand was resting on the small of my back, fingers twitching slightly like he was memorizing how your skin felt under his fingertips. your hair was a mess, sticking to your neck and his chest but he didn’t seem to care. neither did you.

his chest rose beneath you, slow and deep, but you could feel the tension starting to creep back in for a what awaited both of you tomorrow.

“Still with me?” you whispered, not sure if you were asking him or reminding yourself that he was still here. Still yours, for now.

Ray didn’t speak at first. He just turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple

“Yeah” he said finally, voice low and rough “I’m here.”

Ray wasn’t perfect but god he was lovely. In all the little ways that mattered

you swallow hard, your fingers tracing faint lines along his collarbone. you don’t want to think about tomorrow. about watching him walk away in that uniform, about counting the days and nights until he comes back… if he comes back

would you be fine without him?

The question hits harder than you expected. the truth is, you don’t know. Maybe you could be fine without him. but you don’t want that. you want him.

Your fingers tighten slightly against his chest, and your throat burns from holding it in for too long. It slips out before you can stop it

“Ray… I’m scared.”

He freezes. and you feel it instantly how his attention completely shifts.

He lifts his head, just enough to look down at you even in the low light.

“Baby… of what?” he asks, his voice tender and filled with concern

you don’t answer right away. because how could you explain it all?

that you’re scared of waking up tomorrow and he’s not beside you.

that you’re scared he won’t come back the same. or worse… not at all.

Your lips part but your voice falters. “of losing you” you finally whisper, and it sounds so much smaller than it feels inside your chest.

He exhales slowly, closing his eyes for a second like it hurts to hear. Then he shifts turning fully to you his hand cradling your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears you didn’t even notice were there

“You’re not gonna lose me” he says firmly

“I’m coming back to you. I promise, okay? I have to.”

And you want to believe him. You do. But his eyes those eyes you’ve looked into a thousand times are different now. You can see it.

he says it like he means it “I’m coming back to you. I promise.”

but you know Ray. you know when he’s bluffing. And this isn’t one of those times.

he’s scared too.

You see it in the way his jaw clenches, in the way his thumb stills against your skin like he’s trying to keep from showing you just how deep his fear runs. and just like that, the guilt sinks in you shouldn’t have said anything.

He’s the one leaving. The one walking into danger. The one who has to be brave while you’re still wrapped in the comfort of blankets and his arms.

and here you are making it about you.

“I’m sorry Ray” you whisper, eyes dropping as your voice cracks. “I know you don’t need this right now…”

Ray’s brows pull together, and he shakes his head softly, leaning in until his breath ghosts over your lips

“Hey” he murmurs, “don’t do that. Don’t ever apologize for feeling something. Especially not with me.”

your eyes sting again, and he rubs away the tears forming before they can fall

“I need to know what’s in your head. I want it. Even the hard stuff. Especially the hard stuff.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m scared too. But if we can’t say it here just us where can we?”

You nod eyes closed, Ray watches you for a moment, searching your face in the dim moonlighting. His hand stays gentle against your cheek, but his eyes narrow slightly. He can tell.

you’re still holding on to it. fear. the uncertainty. The way it knots in your chest and refuses to leave

without a word, he shifts beneath you sitting up slowly, the blanket falling to his waist, revealing the rise and fall of his chest he reaches for you, eyes soft.

“C’mere” he murmurs,

You hesitate for half a second before he pulls you gently onto his lap, settling you against him. His arms wrap around your waist, skin against skin, warm, firm and safe. You curl into him instinctively, your legs straddling his hips, hands resting on his shoulders like they belong there. And they do. They always have.

He dips his head, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then your collarbone. Slowly and tenderly. Like he’s reminding you that in this moment he is yours.

“You’re everything to me” he whispers against your skin. “You know that, right?”

You nod, but he pulls back just enough to look at you.

“No, look at me.” His thumb tilts your chin up until your eyes meet his. “You are the reason I even make it through half of this shit. You’re my peace. My person.”

Your throat tightens again, but he keeps going

“I promise I’m gonna come back. Because I have a life to come back to. You. I want all of it. And I’m gonna fight like hell to make sure I get it.”

He brushes his knuckles down your jaw, then cups your face like it’s something delicate.

“You’re strong, baby. You’ve always been strong. And you don’t have to be okay right now, but I need you to remember that I love you. Every damn piece of you.”

You feel yourself soften in his hold, the ache still there but quieter now by the way he speaks to you

and when you look into his eyes you can tell no matter where he’s going, no matter what happens out there, some part of him will always belong to you. and maybe that’s what finally gives you the strength to move

you reach up and run your fingers through his freshly buzzed hair, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck until your lips find his.

the kiss is slow at first tender. But it deepens quickly, turning desperate, hungry.

his hands slide down your back, pulling you tighter against him as he lies back, taking you with him. The sheets twist beneath you both, bodies fitting together like you were made for this. For each other.

your mouths stay connected, exchanging air, hearts racing. there’s only skin and heat and the soft sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

and when he looks at you again lips swollen, eyebrows furrowed, eyes full of the kind of love that is honest, kind and patient. You know he meant every bit of what he said.

the room is heavy with heat and everything you just gave to each other. every touch, every soft cry, every moan, every whispered “I love you”. Your bodies are slick with sweat, hearts still pounding in sync.

Ray is the first to move, his hands slow as he pulls you closer

He rests his chin lightly on top of your head, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. One of his hands drifts down warm against your spine and begins rubbing slow, gentle circles at the small of your back just the way you like it. the way he knows so well.

the sensation of his hand is comforting, you feel your body slowly relaxing into him, sinking deeper into the safest place in the world. and maybe you are.

he presses a soft kiss to your temple, murmuring something you can’t quite make out but it doesn’t matter. His voice alone is enough.

your eyes grow heavier with every breath, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek lulling you. his scent warm and familiar, until finally you let yourself give in.

In his arms, you fall into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in days. and Ray holds you like he never wants to let go.

the sky outside is still dark, with the faintest hint of sunrise starting to peek through

Ray is already dressed uniform on, boots laced, his dog tags resting against his chest. He stands at the edge of the bed for a long moment, just watching you. His eyes trace the curves of your body tucked under the blankets, your face soft and peaceful in sleep.

He knows he can’t bear to wake you.

Because if you opened your eyes…

If you looked at him with all that love and fear you held onto he’s not sure he’d be able to walk out that door.

so he does what he can

He leans down slowly and silent, slipping one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, gently pulling you close one last time. His face buried in your hair breathing you in like it’s the last inhale of something holy.

you stir faintly, murmuring his name half-asleep and confused. but before you can fully wake, he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you” he whispers, voice thick and heavy and then he’s gone and the room is quiet again.

no matter how far he goes… this will never just be a memory. not for him. not for you.