Dream Baby Dream
A/N: So Charlieâs latest movie, Jungleland, is an ABSOLUTE MUST-SEE!! Itâs so fucking lovely đ„șđđ„° Â Whether youâve seen it or not, I hope youâll enjoy this little one shot, based on the below request that I got! Itâs all kinds of angsty and smutty and fluffy. (Title is a reference to the Springsteen song played at the end of the movie!) **This fic is SPOILER-FREE**
Pairing: Stanley Kaminski x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, reader gets pregnant, gifs of Charlie in his underpants đ
Request: This lovely request + follow-up for pregnancy/smut with Charlieâs character from Jungleland!
Word Count: ~3.1k
Important Note: The first line of this fic is a line Stanley says in the movie (scene shown in the gif above and in this gifset) â yes, loves, an actual quote. So if youâve not yet seen this film but are a fan of Charlie Hunnam, I promise you this scene is reason enough, to watch if only just to hear those words from him... đ€€
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âI like the way they make my dick look.â
... Is he serious? Yes, definitely is. One drink was all it took, for you to know. He walks and talks like someone straight out of an old forgotten book or an obscure off-Broadway show. As if his whole life is imagined, yet for him the fiction feels so fucking real that itâs the only thing heâll ever understand.
âI like the way they make my dick lookâ? What the fuck? Youâd just paid him a half-joking compliment on his ridiculous sweatpants. But this is a man who takes jokes for the truths they expose. Mama always told you to avoid men like thisâcons and crooksâmen who crush their own hearts in their fists, steal their strength from the shadows, to run from their weakness. She knows best, and knows that you canât. Knows that you turn to dust in their hands. But sheâs not here to witness.
No, nobody is.
You take another shot, tossing away what little self-restraint youâve got. âDare you to tell me just how many times youâve used that line.â
The fucker flashes you a smile. Cheeky smirk, the only kind that suits his style. Cheap as dirt. Just like his stupid ugly shirt. âHey, if I had a dime...â
Rolling your eyes, you suck the sour from a slice of lime. Canât seem to chase away your thirst. âHow many times did that shit work?â
âWell, letâs just say you wouldnât be the first...â he whispers, leaning close to take the lime in his own fingers, squeezing it without reason till every little pulp ruptures and bursts. âWanna fuck you so hard it hurts.â
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Is it the best sex that youâve had? Hell fucking noânot even close. Itâs pretty bad. Probably the worst.
Itâs almost gross. Feels like youâre stuck in a low-budget porno. Just a mess of theatrical thrusts. Heated groans, grating deep in his throat. Grabby hands. Somehow you know that he could fuck you so much better, though, if only he stopped trying to put on some kind of show. You doubt he even knows he can.
âUgh, justââ you grit your teeth against each thrust. âWhat are you even doing, Stan...â
He groans out loud again. âScrewing you like a fucking man.â
That tasteless statement almost makes you want to laugh, but you bite back the urge. âNo, thatâs not how it works,â you mutter as his hips spastically jerk, massive dick splitting you in half. âYou canâtââ
âShut the fuck up,â he rasps, ravaging your ass with a rough series of slaps. Pulling your hair, making you arch your back, wrapping one hand around your neck until you choke. The sex is so damn close to being epic if this man would just stop acting like a joke. Like, really close, which honestly doesnât seem fair. âYouâre not supposed to talk when youâre taking my cock. Supposed to be too drunk to care.â
Oh Godâheâs even dumber than you thought. He shouldâve counted that youâd only had a couple shots. âYeah, well, Iâm not.â
âAs fucking if,â he huffs, taking the hint that youâve had quite enough. Reluctantly rolls off. Finally stops fucking you over. And thatâs when you realize you miss it, although it feels strange to admit. He turns aside, tucking himself in tight under the covers like some kind of scorned lover. Spurned and burned so many times it makes him sick. âThatâs bullshit and we both know it. Sober, a girl like you wouldnât have touched me with a ten-foot stick.â
That gives you pause and breaks your heart a little bit. How is this man already getting at your heart, damn it? Mama would say heâs creeping in there with his crooked claws and all that shit. You canât let yourself fall for his theatrics. Is that even what this is? Somehow, you sense the weight of more than just his body on the mattress; your heart feels heavy now, but not nearly as heavy as his.
âA girl like me? Seriously, what does that even mean?â you ask, reaching to run your hand across the faded scars and bruises on his back. Noticing how he flinches as if your soft touch is a savage attack. No doubt he wishes that you hadnât seen. No wonder somebody so damaged really thought you wouldnât touch him with a ten-foot stick. âStanley, you are honest to God hot. And plus youâve got an almost-ten-inch dick.â
He reacts with a snort, and a shake of his head. Scooting out of the bed, shrugging into his hideous shirt. All the scars on his back and his heart safely hidden inside it. âDoesnât matter if itâs big. Apparently I canât use it for shit.â
Without bothering to put pants back on, he settles on the couch across the room. You move to follow him, unable to resist when he looks so cute sitting there. Raking your fingers through his ruffled golden hair. âThatâs not a problem we canât fixâcome back to bed with that big dick. You just have to get out of your head. Just a bit.â
Thatâs a notion heâs quick to dismiss, though you notice heâs no longer flinching away from your touchâwhich means something, youâd bet. It must. Nevertheless, Stanley snickers at what you said, struggling to keep his facade firmly set. âOut of my head? Bitch, I live in it.â
You donât doubt it. Just want him to try stepping out of it. âJust for a minute.â
Lucid blue eyes look up at you now like youâre seeking to push him past some lifelong limit.
âDamn, whatâs it like in there...?â you wonder aloud as you comb through his hair. Heâs a poem, a portrait of someone who doesnât believe heâs a man. Soul has never known any true home. Heart has been locked away for so long that he thought it could never be freed. Head full of dreams, broken and bursting at the seams. His silence fucking screams. âWhat do you really want, Stan? Really need?â
And you can tell heâs scared, to dare believe you really care. â...Nobody ever asked.â
Thereâs a whole world behind his words. Woefully true. Yet a whole other world now opens up before the two of you, with yours. âWell, then Iâm glad to be the first.â
Of course you asked. Of fucking course. You barely even know him now, but can already tell somehow... you want to love this man so hard it hurts. Truly glad that you were the first. Already want to be the last.
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Fucking months have gone by in the blink of an eye. And already you love him so much you could die.Â
Heâs never fucked someone who ever gave a shit about him, so he gets a rush from knowing that you cannot live without him. And the feeling goes both ways, needless to say. Heâs always looking at you like his first glimpse of the sacred light of day. And always seems afraid youâll run away, no matter how wholeheartedly you reassure him that youâre here to stay. That he should never doubt it.Â
Still heâs just crippled with this unshakeable fear of fucking up and everything falling to shit, just as it always did. Of losing love now that heâs finally fucking found it. Stanleyâs past is a ripple effect of the failures and losses that constantly kept him desperate and dishonest, and itâs fucking haunted. Canât help but dread the day itâll rear its monstrous head and make him pay for ever dreaming he could have the kind of life heâs always wanted.
The most that you can do is hold him close and fuck the pain away, and love him more than words can say. His dreams are beautiful, you tell him. They deserve to see the light of day. With you he never has to act like heâs some character straight off the page; he doesnât have to be afraid to feel. To fear that all the demons in his soul are real, and full of rage, and fierce enough to kill him. âCause now youâre finally here to hold him and to heal him.
All of his dreams once revolved around his intense bond with his brother. For so long, his heart never had room for another. He tells you often about Walter. The fighter. âLionâ as it were. The whole life that they lived for no one but each other, till one day the champion boxer abandoned his gloves to vow love at the altar.
And Stanley is happy, that Lion has found a new family. A new life as boundless and bright as the sky. Such love as an overbearing older brother could never provide. Though Stan knows that the doorâs always open for him, to be part of that family and part of that life... he wonât take Lion up on the invite. Tells himself that the home that his brother has built is too precious for someone so poisoned to set foot inside.
You fuck the poison and the pain out of his veins a little bit more every night. But you know itâs a big fight; you wonât try to push it or rush it. Just guide him and stay beside him as the shadow slowly turns to light.
So whatâs left to dream now? Somehow your lover tells you his deepest secrets and desires without ever breathing a damn word aloud. Like the fireâs so fragile a whisper could blow it right out.
Tells you and shows you through passionate, powerful kisses, devouring you with the heat of his mouth. Through the touch of his tough calloused hands on your skin, softly treasuring every last inch, devoting his whole broken heart to the moment in such breathless silence... then driving inside you with vigor and violence, the lion inside him awoken and roaring out loud. Slow and gentle again, at the end. Once youâre both well and truly fucked out. The soft look on his face and his tender embrace expressing just how grateful he is that you taught him to fuck, and to love, without playing pretend.
Is it the best sex of your life? Hell fucking yes. Without a doubt. Every damn day, every damn night. Far and away the fucking best. The kind of sex starry-eyed poets strive and fail to write about.Â
Stanley Kaminski is a living, breathing, tragic, magic little poem. But he is also very real, thanks to the love that youâve allowed his heart to feel. Beating so beautifully now that itâs finally healed. And heâs become your fucking home.
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âBabe, you up?â
You werenât until he spoke. The sun is only barely just; as he so often does, Stan beat the day before it broke. But you donât mind being awoken by the man youâll always love. More so than ever now because... you have some news to share today, bound to blow him the fuck away. In the best way, you hope. And trust.
âMm-hmm,â you hum, shifting in bed, lifting your head to see him seated by the window far across the room. Gaze lingering upon his gorgeous features gilded by the glow of dawn. âWhatâs wrong?â
Nothing at all, for once, he wordlessly responds. Smiles at you before he glances back outside, watching the sun begin to rise, as if its light promises everything he wants.
âTodayâs gonna be good, baby,â he states, blue gaze so wild and bright he looks a little crazy. âI mean, I can see it. I can see our future when I close my eyes.â
Itâs almost like he knows whatâs coming, in the next moment. Maybe he does? Your souls are intertwined so close you wouldnât really be surprised. âWell, looks to me like theyâre wide open. Why you even gotta close âem?â you reply, stretching your arms out with a peaceful sigh. All set to break the news you wouldâve shared with him last night, if only he hadnât come home and fucked you so epically hard that you just went out like a light. âStanley, I...â
âShouldnât have woken you up, actually,â he interrupts, somewhat unnaturally. Crosses the room toward the bed, to hold your head up, kiss you slow and deep. Then turns to leave. âLove youâsorry. Go back to sleep.â
You pause and blink your bleary eyes. âWhat? Why...?â
â...âcause itâs a special day and Iâm cooking up a surprise.â
Although thatâs super cute... you donât exactly like the thought of Stanley making food, to tell the truth. You almost puked, first time he tried. He has a lot of skills and virtues, but his cooking isnât one of them, unfortunately. âBabe, I told you thereâs no need to make a big deal of our second anniversary...â
âYeah, but whyâs that for you to decide?â he playfully retorts as he heads out the bedroom door. Shouting back at you down the hallway as he hastens away. âBesides, youâre gonna need something to build your strength up after getting fucked so good and hard last night. Stay put and donât even try sneaking into the kitchen, alright?â
âFine,â you sigh, figuring that you might as well listen. No harm letting your man do his thing in the kitchen. You just hope that he wonât be offended if you canât hold down what heâs serving... especially now that your bodyâs especially prone to hurling, for reasons that he just unwittingly stopped you from sharing with him.
You can picture him trying to cook, looking so adorably domestic as fuck. So damn cute it hurts. Standing there over the counter in his fugly turtleneck shirt, glancing up every few seconds, just to make sure his girl doesnât walk in on him while heâs busy at work.
Absentmindedly scratching at his lower back with his wandering fingers, as he shuffles over the cracked tile floor in his raggedy slippers. The ones that he stole from some random hotel years ago. Why he chooses to wear a long-sleeved shirt and slippers, when he canât be bothered to put on a damn pair of knickers, even in the middle of winter... you donât even know. Itâs such a fucking Stanley thing to do, though.
You can picture the low-hanging hem of his shirt getting stuck in the top of his briefs as he scratches his back. While he just carries on with his business, oblivious, focused on whipping up some sad excuse for a breakfast that will most likely make you gag. Your man canât cook for crap, and youâre certain that heâs well aware of that fact. So what gives? Whereâs he going with this...? You wonder as you wait in bed, enamored with the image of him in your head.
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When he finally returns to the bedroom heâs holding a steaming white mug in his hand, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from grinning like a madman, for reasons that you canât even begin to understand.
âOkay, listen, Y/Nâbefore you say anything...â
You can already smell the unholy concoction heâs got in his cup, and youâre struggling so hard not to throw the fuck up. âStan, is that what I thinkââ
âHear me out,â he begs, squatting down next to the bed. For some reason he looks all at once shy and proud. âI want you to remember our first time together. The morning after.â
You nervously swallow and nod your head. He canât really expect you to put that âbreakfastâ in your mouthâdoesnât he know youâll spit it right out? You just try to focus on the heartwarming words he just said. âBabe, you know I wonât ever forget. But is that...â
âYes, it is. Kaminskiâs specialty hot shit. The mess I used to make for Lion every day for breakfast. The only family that I ever had, until the day we met.â
You pause at that; is it just a coincidence now that heâs talking about you as family? Surely he knows somehow, what youâre about to tell him now. You want to just tell him already, so badly. âStanley...â
âJust let me say this. Please,â he murmurs, shifting where heâs squatting on the floor, repositioning his knees. âTonight I was thinking of taking you out to some nice swanky place I canât even afford... wouldâve tipped the waiter off to drop a little something in the fancy French champagne we ordered...â
Your heart stops as it hangs on his words. Why is he suddenly... down on one knee...
âBut I thought maybe this would mean a little more,â he continues. âBaby, I cooked this for you, the first morning I ever woke to the most beautiful view... because a part of me already knew. I wanted you more than Iâd ever wanted anything before. I was already fucking yours. I never wouldâve made this crap for anyone but familyâthat shitâs sacred to me. And now I know, deep down, thatâs what I always wanted you to be.â
âStanley...â
âYou had to dig through so much shit, inside of me, and stole my fucking heart right out of it. Still canât believe you did. Still canât believe you think Iâm worth it. Scared Iâll wake up any second just to see that this was all some crazy dream.â
Your heart is bursting at the seams. âBelieve it, baby. Youâre worth everything to me. Iâll dig through all that shit again, if it means being with you in the end.â
He holds the cup out toward you like the treasure that it is. âThatâs what it means. Thatâs what Iâm asking you with this. Dig, baby, dig.â
You love this man so much more than you can believe. So much for him thinking that you would never touch him with a ten-foot stick.Â
Your hand dives straight into the mess to find the ring and scream out yes. Stan smiles and wipes the excess stuff off on his sleeve, then slides it carefully onto your finger as you shower him with kisses. Honestly couldnât be happier right now that someone else is here to witness.
And he needs to know it, right this fucking minute.
After he takes your newly bejeweled hand in his, blessing it with a kiss... you take his hand in yours and press it onto the surprise that youâve been harboring inside. Your secret little Stanley. âSo... you know I had something to tell you as well, right? Iâm not the only one whoâs so happy about this. Happy to be part of your family.â
His eyes go wide, the brightest light youâve ever seen. âY/N...! Y/N, doesâdoes this mean...â
You answer with a smile as big as his, and seal the promise with a kiss. âDream, baby, dream.â
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