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Joe Toye
âThe Bunny and The Foxâ
Summary: You thought Joe Toye was too scary to even consider a friend, but he proves to be not only a great friend, but also a lover.
A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeToyeX!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, *John Wayne/McClintock Movie Quote*, FOREVER FLUFF
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These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*
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He always appeared soâŚ.serious. His face in a constant state of pissed off and disdain. If looks could kill, Joe Toye (and Johnny Martin) wouldnât have needed weapons in the war.
You avoided him all through Toccoa. He just seemed like the type to leave the hell alone. But every now and then, you caught a glimpse of him smiling or laughing with the guys.
âNot bad.â Youâd think to yourself as you admired his smile.
Since you trained with Easy as a medic, you rarely had an excuse to speak to him unless he was injured. Even then you kept your conversation short and sweet with hardly any eye contact. But with his low raspy voice came a sense of calm while you took care of him. You supposed he seemed friendly enough.
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June 1944 Post D-Day
Orders were given to take Carentan where German soldiers were being sheltered. Carentan was the main crossroad between Cotentin and Calvados where the ally force's tanks needed passage to attack the main objective, Cherbourg.
"Listen up!" LT Welsh shouted. "It'll be dark soon. I want light and noise discipline from here on. No talking, no smoking. And no playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz. We're taking Carentan. It's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach can link up and head inland. Until we take Carentan, they're stuck on the sand. General Taylor's sending the whole division."
Some of the men began to grumble under their breath. Everyone started to stir to gather their gear to begin the journey to Carentan.
Walking in a file formation on each side of the road to Carentan. You found yourself walking in front of Toye as Perconte proceeded you.
âHey Toye, why you always in the middle when we convoy anywhere? Ainât you ever in the front?â Guarnere teased.
âI go wherever the medic goes in case I get hit, Bill.â Joe responded.
You blushed and dared to sneak a glance behind you. As you did, Toye met your gaze shooting you a quick wink. You quickly look back to the front embarrassed he caught you acknowledging him.
âAwe now look what ya did. You scared her.â Guarnere teased.
You hear some of the guys laugh.
âMaintain your noise discipline.â Winters reminded.
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"MEDIC!!"
You and Doc on separate ends of the streets trying to keep low to tend to the wounded.
You rush to two soldiers landing on your knees next to them, one on the ground with a trail of blood coming from his helmet, the other crouching over him.
"He's still breathing, help me carry him!" You call out. You each grab an arm of the injured soldier and drag him behind a building.
While you're working on the nameless soldier's head wound, a drug store gets blasted by German artillery not far from where you were, the force from the explosion sending you sideways into the brick wall next to you.
You shake your head to stop the ringing in your ears. Everything you could hear was distant as your vision became fuzzy and dark. You start to smack your ear trying to make it pop so you can get back to your senses.
âY/L/N! We gotta move! Get up!â Toyeâs muffled voice yelled out.
He grabbed you by the arm pulling you up to your feet. You still couldnât barely see so you held onto his arms for dear life.
âI-I canât see nothinâ Joe!â You called out to him.
âOk, come onâŚUP we go!â You hear him grunt as he threw you over his shoulder.
You feel him trotting to safety while blast after blast erupted all around you. You feel him lower you as gently as he could to the ground against a wall.
âHey, look at me.â Toye said as he guided your face towards his, âCan you see me now?â
You shake your head, âNo, itâs all dark and blurry.â You reply as tears started to stream down your cheeks.
Were you going blind?? Is this it? Youâre not going to be able to see your familyâs faces? Never see your own reflection? You feel yourself slipping into shock.
âHey! Stay with me now, ok doll? Donât cry. Docâs on his way.â You hear Toyeâs voice break through your thoughts.
Doc ducked behind the wall with you and Toye.
âWhatâs the mattaâ with her?â You hear Gene ask.
âShe canât see. Says everything is blurry.â
âGene, I think Iâm going blind. Am I going blind??â You asked panicked trying to reach out for him.
âWhat happened before she couldnât see?â
âA shell dropped right by her and she went flying into a brick wall.â
Gene nodded, âThatâll do it. You got a concussion, Y/L/N, you ainât goinâ blind.â
You released a sigh of relief.
âJoe, can you get her back to HQ? She ainât no good out here if she canât see nothinâ.â
âI got her, Doc.â
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Toye got you back to an aid station not long after Easy Company claimed victory over Carentan. You remained there until the following day after your vision returned. As you approached a group of the guys from Easy, you were welcomed with whoops and cheers.
âHey! Look who it is!â Luz called out.
All the guys turned to find you walking towards them.
âHey look what the cat dragged in!â Malarkey joked.
The chorus of laughter from the men lifted your spirits.
âYeah, I look rough, I know. Thanks guys.â You greet.
You looked around for Toye.
âHeâs over there.â Luz pointed out as he gestured with is thumb over his shoulder.
âOh, I just, uh, wanted to thank him for-â you began.
â-yeah, yeah we know. Heâs over there.â Malarkey interjected pointing down the street.
You feel yourself get flustered so you scamper off to where they said Joe was. As you walk through the rubble that Carentan has become, you see Toye standing in a circle with a few of the other guys from Easy. He throws his cigarette butt on the ground, stomping it out with his boot before he turns and sees you.
His face lights up when he saw you walking up.
âHey there she is!â Guarnere hailed.
Bill met you and extended his hand for you to shake, which you obliged.
âGood to see you, Bill.â
âGlad to see you up and about, doll.â He pulled you in closer, âSomeoneâs been real worried about you since they left you at the aid station, by the way.â He disclosed.
You pull back and met Billâs face with confusion. He winked and motioned over to Toye with his chin.
âGo on and say hi to him.â Bill added.
You narrow your eyes at him and smile. You slowly approach Toye as he stood there with his hands in his pockets and smirking as he patiently waited for you.
âHey, Toye.â You squeak.
âHey, Y/L/N. Good to see you.â He replied with his signature husky voice.
âWell, if it werenât for you, I probably wouldnât be here. Thank you for helping me.â You say as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
You hear Guarnere whistle. You turn around and shake your head at him.
Toye cleared his throat, âIt was nothinâ.â
You both stood there awkwardly until Bill came over.
âHey, the guys were going to go to the bar that survived the wreck. You wanna join us later for a few night caps, Y/L/N?â
âSure, if I can find a place to get cleaned up.â
âOk itâs that little place over there. Weâll all be there around 1900, aight?â
You knew Bill was scheming something for you and Toye. You look at him suspiciously.
âOk, Iâll see you guys there later.â
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You breeze through the front door of the pub and begin scanning the room for the familiar faces of Easy.
âHey! Y/F/N! Over here!â Guarnere called out waving his hand.
You push through the crowd to get to the table where most of your guys were sitting. You catch Toye playing darts with LT Compton, Luz, and Heffron.
âWhat can I getchya?â Bill asked.
âOh, whatever youâre drinking, Bill.â You reply.
âCominâ right up.â He announced as he walked to the bar.
You look back to Toye and catch his eyes looking at you too. He smiled and raised his glass to you with a wink. You smile back and give him a little wave.
âHere ya go.â Bill returned handing you a pint glass of beer.
You cheers and take a hearty gulp.
âThanks, Bill.â You say as you squeeze his arm.
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The night was filled with laughter, banter, and taunts amongst Easy. And somehow, your glass kept getting magically refilled by each of the guys. You had to refuse Malarkeyâs offer to buy your next round because you felt your head starting to spin.
âOk, weâll slow down.â Don chuckled, âBut when youâre ready, I got the next one!â
âYessir.â You quipped.
You turn towards the dart boards and see that Toye had moved. You began to search the room for him and suddenly stop at the bar where he was talking to a local woman dressed in a tightly fit dress.
You felt a distinct sense of dread mixed with anger, but you werenât sure why. The longer you watched Toye leaning closer to whisper in her ear while she giggled, the more your rage boiled over inside.
âWhatâs the matter, doll? You gotta look on ya like youâre gonna murder someone.â You hear Guarnere chime in.
You avert your eyes to the floor.
âItâs nothing.â You say quickly.
Bill looked where you were just looking.
âWell ainât that a son of a bitch. After all the trouble I went through to set youâs guys up, he goes and finds another bird to chat up.â
You look at Bill, âWhat do you mean set us up?â
Bill looked at you alarmed.
âOh, well, I thought you knew. Toye over there has got it real bad for ya. Has ever since basic but he figured he never had a chance. I told him you were a catch and that you had a thing for him too.â
âOh do I now?â You asked astounded by his response.
âWell, donâtchya?â
âI suppose heâs handsome. Good soldier. But looks like heâs not as sweet on me as you think.â You state as you gesture to Toye by the bar getting disgustingly close to the blonde bombshell.
âAh, heâs an idiot. Heâs just trying to get laid.â
You look at him with daggers behind your eyes. Billâs eyes widen.
âUh, what I mean is he donât care about her, ya know? Heâs trying to not think about you because he thinks youâre outta his league.â Bill hastily explained.
âYeah? Well, Iâll get his attention.â You declare as you storm off towards the bar.
âAh shit.â Bill mumbled to himself rolling his eyes.
You walk up to a soldier from Fox Company standing a few feet away from where Toye was with his new little friend. You approach the bar and slightly bend over to the surface of the bar and rest your elbows on it. The soldier noticed you right away and a devilish grin appeared across his face.
You look over at him and smile.
âHey, angel, youâre the prettiest face in here.â He said as he scanned you from head to toe.
You see Toye look over the blondeâs shoulder at you. So you inched closer to the stranger.
âAt least someone noticed how hard I worked on my make up tonight.â You say loud enough for Joe to hear.
Toyeâs jaw started to tighten. Your plan was working like a charm.
âWhat are you talkinâ about? Youâre a dish!â He returned enthusiastically, âCan I get you a drink?â
âA pint is fine.â
Toye excused himself from the company of his little vixen and approached you with obvious vigor. He stopped so close to you, you can feel his breath on your face.
âYou think you should have anymore?â Toye asked in a low gravelly tone.
You were almost a puddle at his feet.
âWhatâs one more?â You dismiss.
âHey, buddy, this oneâs mine. Get lost.â The Fox soldier warned.
Toye glared at him, a clear warning with his fierce gaze to back off. âShut up.â
He turned back to you. âYou hit your head hard yesterday. You got a concussion, remember? Drinking too much isnât good for you right now.â He cautioned.
The soldier behind Toye huffed outloud. You bring your face closer to his.
âHow about you go on back to your little blonde bunny over there and worry about her?â You say softly staring intensely into his eyes.
You snidely smile and gently push him aside to accept the beer the Fox soldier was holding for you. Toye grabbed your wrist before you could get your fingers around the glass.
âBecause Iâm worried about you.â He sternly replied.
âHey, pal, Iâm not gonna tell ya-â
Before the guy could finish his sentence, Toye swung and punched him across the face sending him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
âJoe, what the hell is the matter with you?â You bark.
He turned to face you, his teeth clenched and resentment in his eyes.
âIsnât this what you wanted? You got my attention.â He said raising his arms to the side.
Just then, another Fox Company soldier soared in and tackled Toye. When Guarnere saw Toye get sacked, him and the rest of Easy rushed in, clashing with Fox Company in a battle royalĂŠ in the middle of the dance floor.
You grab a bottle of whiskey and force your way into the horde to smash it over the head of one of the opposing soldiers when you suddenly feel your feet swiftly leave the floor, and you find yourself once again thrown over Joe Toyeâs shoulder as he rushes out the front door.
You start to push off of his back to look at him.
âWhat are you doing?? Put me down, NOW! This is completely barbaric! Were you raised by wolves??â
âShut your mouth.â Toye said sharply.
He wouldnât cave no matter how hard you struggled. He continued to carry you until he got to the house where you had been staying at with the field nurses. He opened the front door and practically threw you onto the couch in the main corridor.
âYouâre an absolute animal, Joe Toye.â You snarled at him.
âYeah? You havenât even seen the worst of it yet.â He retorted.
You stood up, only to lose your balance and fell backward on to the couch again.
âWell save it.â You spit back crossing your arms, âYou can go now. Iâm sure that little dish at the bar is waiting on you.â
Toye furrowed his eyebrows at you, âYouâre the only one even thinking about her. I havenât even given her a second thought since you walked through the door of that place!â
You scoff, âSure, Joe. Didnât seem like it when your hands were all over her like a magnet.â You pointed out as you stood up slowly.
âYeah?â He queried as he closed the gap between the two of you, âYou mean like this?â
He roughly grabbed you by the waist and kneaded your hips with his strong calloused hands as he pulled you into him. Your faces so close, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he only hovered over your mouth. You were a deer in the headlights, your words caught in your throat somewhere. You almost forgot to take breath when you started to feel faint, so you took in a deep breath through your nose to recover.
You put your hands on his chest and started to push away.
âWhat are you doing, Toye?â You manage to say.
He jerked you back into him, slithering his one hand across the small of your back while the other one firmly caressed the swell of your ass. You tried to protest, but your voice betrayed you only allowing a whimper to escape from your throat. This man had you a melting hot mess in his arms and it only made you angrier that he was getting you flustered.
âWhat? Got nothinâ snarky to say now, sweetheart?â He teased.
The fire inside you began to rise, and you werenât sure if it was because you were turned on, or pissed off.
âI hate you.â You sneered as you slipped out of his grasp and headed for the staircase.
Before you could lift your foot to take the first step, you feel yourself twirled back around and face to face with Toye in his arms.
*âHalf of the people in the world are womenâŚWhy does it have to be you that stirs me?â* He growled before grabbing the back of your head to bring your mouth to his.
You wanted to fight back and push away again, but your body fought you, leaning into his body and fisting his uniform jacket to pull him as close as possible to you. You part your lips to allow his tongue to pass and explore yours. You playfully nip at his bottom lip eliciting a deep guttural groan from him. His hands scoured your body as his hips instinctively pushed his hard on against you. You dig your nails into his shoulders as you moan into his mouth.
You pull back, âLetâs take this upstairs.â
Toye only replied with a mischievous grin, then picked you up bridal style to carry you up the stairs. When you direct him to your room, he set you down to secure the door. Right at the moment he turned around, you forced him against the door and hungrily kiss him while unraveling his tie.
He grabbed you by the shoulders swinging you around pinning you against the door with a âthudâ then placed his hand around your throat. He tightened his grip enough to make a point he was in charge, but not hard enough to alarm you. You instinctively grab his wrist with both hands as you clenched your thighs together, hoping to get some friction against your core and to prevent the wetness from dripping down your leg.
You hissed through your teeth as a smile stretched across your face. Toye pressed himself harder against you, the bulge in his pants grinding into your pelvis. You slide one hand away from his wrist gradually finding your way to his belt buckle. His fingers around your neck increased their grip.
You ran your tongue along your lower lip. He looks from your eyes to your mouth as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly scooped you up from behind your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist and carried you over to the bed, dropping you on your back onto the mattress.
He removed his tie, then with one hand unbuckled his belt all the while staring at you like a starved wolf about to pounce on his prey. You scoot to the edge of the bed and start to unbutton your uniform top. He situated himself between your spread knees at the edge of the bed.
You look up at him through your lashes and smile as you start to work on removing his pants. Your top partially open with your cleavage peaking through, he fisted the front with both hands and yanked the blouse off your shoulders. You wiggle out of the shirt and drop his pants and briefs as he removed his uniform top.
Now you were both ravenous for eachother just yanking off articles of clothing and throwing them carelessly onto the floor. Finally when he slid your panties off, a devilish grin graced his face when he saw how wet you were for him.
He looked at you roguishly as he glided two of his fingers up and down your drenched slit.
âIs this all from me?â His gruff honeyed voice had you melting in his hand.
You nod without breaking eye contact. He crawled over you, caging you in between his brawny arms. As his hardened dick rested on top of your center, he started to grind into you, coating the tip of his cock with your slick between your folds.
You couldnât help but arch your back, rhythmically moving your hips with his to feel him rub against your clit. Your needy sighs spurred him on, knowing he was making you feel so good.
âOh my God, Toye-â
âNo. No more âToye.â I want to hear you say my name.â He commanded.
You stare at him.
âFucking say it.â He ordered.
âJoeâŚâ you breathed as you playfully nip at his lower lip, greedily locking onto his mouth.
He lifted you by the ass and pushed his length through your dripping entrance with one fleeting thrust forward.
You gasp then wrap your legs around his waist, waiting for the ride to begin. Joe unleashed over a yearâs worth of pent up rage and frustration from the war onto you, railing into you in almost a deliciously painful pace. He was rough, and aggressive, yet attentive and sensual.
He sat up resting on his heels and angled you closer into him by hugging your thighs against him and driving into you, hitting that spot that had you edging to your finish.
He feels your walls constricting around his cock, and starts to slow his tempo. You look at him with a pout.
All you could manage was a strained, âWhy?â
He pulled out and hastily flipped you onto your hands and knees. He reached around your front under your arms once again grabbing your throat with his perfect hand. He pulls you back until your back was flush with his chest.
He guided the back of your head to rest on his shoulder before he turned to your ear.
âYou think that fucking Fox Company chump couldâve done this for you?â He hissed.
You feel his grip constricting your neck. Youâre so fucked out you canât help but laugh.
âFucking answer me, sweetheart. You think that assholeâs got anything on me?â His voice rumbling in your ear like thunder.
You start to pant, your bare chest and peaked nipples heaving from overstimulation and restriction of oxygen.
âNo, Joe. Never.â You huffed.
You feel his lips curl into a smile against your jawline. He nipped at your ear.
âThatâs right, baby.â He purred before he thrusted you forward on all fours.
He lined his dick up with your slippery pussy and entered you with a sweet push forward until he bottomed out. He plummeted into you, spanking you occasionally while his hips slammed into you.
âMy God, Joe.â You moaned pushing back into him so he can get inside you as deep as possible.
âYeah, scream my name so all Fox Company can hear.â
He had a vice grip on your waist, guiding you back everytime his hips came forward. The slams of his front against your ass grew steadily louder with groans and grunts between the two of you.
His stride began to stagger, and you could feel him pulsate inside you.
âIâm getting close, sweetheart.â You hear his low rugged voice from behind you.
âMe too, Joe.â
âI know, I can feel you squeezing on me. Let go, baby.â He hummed.
He reached around finding your clit and began rubbing hard circles onto the bud.
You close your eyes and focus on the sensation of where his hands were and the throbbing of his cock inside you then hearing his voice roar,
âCome on, baby, let go for me.â
He chased your orgasm until he felt your walls fluttering around his cock. You throw your head back practically howling as ropes of Joeâs cum released over and over again inside you. A guttural grunt left Joeâs lips as he groped your ass to have something to hold onto to steady himself.
Sweat glistened on his chiseled torso while he caught his breath. He snatched the hand towel by the basin next to the bed to clean you up after he pulled out. He plopped onto the bed next to you, pulling you into him to hold you.
You each sigh, content and relaxed in eachotherâs afterglow.
âYour little bunny friend is going to be heart broken.â You joke.
Joe chuckled, âYeah, I have that effect on people.â
You giggled.
âI got my girl right here.â He added.
Joe looked down adoringly at you with your head on his shoulder, sensing his eyes were on you, you look up at him. He gently kissed your lips, then rubbed his nose on the tip of yours.
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Darling Iâm All Yours
So this is based on an anonymous request that I got back on February. Iâm so sorry it took so long, but it is here now and I hope you enjoy it.
Dick Winters x y/n Warnings: smut, swearing, dominate winters, 18+,
Dick Winters had always been a gentleman man, generally quietly spoken, especially when it came to Y/n. They had been friends before an incident one night had caused them to become closer. Y/n wouldnât have said they were courting, more like lovers. When Dick needed distraction she was there to provide it, when Y/n had a long day Dick was there to help her relax.
It was a mutual, unspoken agreement that worked for them and despite the lingering gazes and secret touches they never addressed what they felt for each other. They just went through each day as normal and by night they were back in each other's arms, whether that be cuddling in the armchair in Dickâs office or making love in the small one-man cot. It wasnât the most comfortable but they made do with what they had, and any evening spent with Dick made Y/n forget about any other worries that may have previously preoccupied her mind.
Every stroke was so soft, so loving, that she could barely speak her own name by the end of the night. Dickâs constant worried reassurances and endless questions to ensure he wasnât hurting her were endearing, if not a little unnecessary at times. Y/n couldnât even remember how many times she had to assure him that she was enjoying herself. He was in constant fear that she would think he was using her for his own pleasure, when in reality he didnât even care if he reached his own release, as long as she did.
Only the other night Y/n had woken up alone, wrapped in Dickâs bedsheets. She rolled over, noticing the light in his office seeping through the crack in the door, flooding the room with a yellow glow. Huffing she rolled out of bed, pulling the sheets with her and shuffling over to the office door, peering around it to see Dick, bent over his desk in his skivvies, the muscles over his shoulders tight and knotted.
âDick, come back to bed,â she mumbled, pressing her lips along the exposed skin of his shoulder blades, feeling the way his flesh rippled, goosebumps appearing beneath her touch.
âIâll be there in a minute, Love,â he reassured her, pressing his lips below the lobe of her ear, breathing in her familiar scent before falling down into his desk chair with a sigh.
Y/n knew what Dick was like, she could go back to bed and an hour later heâd still be sitting here.
âNot a chance, Dick. Come on, let me give you a little distraction.â She sunk down onto his lap, unwrapping the bedsheets and allowing them to fall to the floor.
Dick smiled, looking at her with utter adoration as he cupped her cheek, smoothing his thumb over her pale flesh and she leant her naked form into him, pressing her hips against his.
A low moan escaped through his lips and he groaned, âYouâll be the death of me.â
That was a week ago now. Dick had been in his office most days, flitting between meetings, mission briefings and briefing his officers that heâd barely managed to find two minutes to spend with Y/n. She understood, she had been busy too with her own work at headquarters but she missed his loving arms wrapping around her, the soft kisses heâd planted on her neck.
She leaned against the wall outside his office, her eyes closed as the warm afternoon sun shone down on her, seeping through her thick uniform. Someone cleared their voice beside her and she cracked open her left eye, noticing two familiar faces.
âCaptain Speirs, Lieutenant Lipton,â she nodded at them. Despite her rank only being a Lieutenant the officers of Easy Company never played the rank card, especially not Speirs. Sheâd warmed to the cold-hearted Captain instantly and they had an understanding.
âLieutenant Y/l/n,â they both greeted her.
âWhat brings you over here?â Lipton asked, leaning against the wall beside her with a smile.
âGot these for Major Winters,â she motioned to the two brown envelopes in her hand. That wasnât the real reason she was over here, but Lipton didnât need to know that, he just nodded, satisfied with the answer.
âCigarette,â Speirs offered, pulling the pack of Lucky Strikes from his breast pocket. Lipton and Y/n didnât hesitate, pulling out a cigarette each. Theyâd both heard the rumours and knew none of the enlisted men would take cigarettes from Speirs but they had no problem with that. After seeing the way heâd run into Foy with 88mm shells falling at his feet, well youâd just about follow that man anywhere too.
Y/n lit the end of her cigarette, sighing as she exhaled the smoke, âDo you know how long heâs been in that meeting?â She motioned to the office door that led into Dickâs office.
Lipton shook his head but Speirs nodded, âHeâs been in there over an hour, donât know how much longer youâll have to wait.â
âWell then,â Y/n moved to perch herself on the stone wall, âI could use some company while I wait.â
Dick looked out of his office window, running his hand down his tired face. Supply meetings had never been something that interested Dick but lately he was finding them even more mind-numbing. His eyes scanned over his surroundings, noticing the three figures seated on the stone wall outside. He recognises those long blonde curls anywhere as she throws her head back, laughing at something Speirs had said. He knew that she had friends in Easy Company, sheâd spent enough time around Dickâs men over the last year that she knew nearly all of them and he was fine with that, happy even. He just didnât like the way she seemed so familiar with the Captain, laughing at his jokes like they were old friends.
His hands gripped tightly at the window seal, nails digging into the soft wood beneath his fingers. Something inside him seemed to grow, bubbling up in his chest as his jaw tightened. Was he jealous? No, of course not, they were just friends, and yetââŹÂŚ
Dick found his legs carrying him down the hall, throwing open the wooden door and causing the three people to jump, poor Lipton nearly toppled off the wall at the sudden outburst.
Y/n glanced lazily over her shoulder until her eyes found Dickâs and her face softened. A familiar smile spread across her lips.
âMajor Winters, Sir. I have some letters for you,â she hopped off the wall, motioning to the brown envelopes in her hand. âI thought youâd never get out of that supply meeting, Sir.â
It always made her chuckle that she had to address him by his rank when she knew him so intimately in his bedsheets. Dickâs whole body stiffened as she reached him, and she couldnât help raising her eyebrow at his expression.
âThank you, Lieutenant,â he took the envelope from her before his eyes found Speirs and Lipton who remained on the wall, cigarettes in their mouths.
âIâll see you later,â he spoke gruffly, his eyes watching her sternly for a moment before he strolled over to the two officers, falling quickly into conversation about his meeting.
Y/n was a little stunned, she knew who wouldnât openly kiss her in front of his men but heâd never been this cold before. She could only hope that their meeting later that evening wouldnât be so cold.
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The evening air was chilled, biting at Y/nâs exposed skin as she hurried towards Dickâs office. She was later than normal, having been kept late, alongside Captain Nixon, by Colonel Sink. Her shoes clicked against the cobbled street, echoing loudly through the silent street. She reached the wooden door quickly, undoing the latch and slipping inside, locking the door behind her. She crept up the few wooden steps to the office, tapping her knuckles lightly on the door.
Dickâs mumbled voice came from inside and she pushed open the door, allowing it to swing back on its hinges. Her eyes quickly found Dick, but he wasnât at his usual spot bent over his desk, instead, he was leaning against his desk, arms folded as he waited for her.
âYouâre late,â his voice was rough and Y/n wasnât sure what was going on with him. Normally he'd stand from his desk and walk over to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Instead, his eyes remained trained on her small figure as she shut the door before shrugging off her coat.
She cautiously approached him, âSorry, Colonel Sink kept Captain Nixon and the other intelligence officers late and I had to stay behind to help. I came as soon as I could.â
Dick nodded, sighing loudly before standing up, using his height to tower over her. He cupped his cheek, tutting under his breath, âYouâre just so helpful arenât you, Sweetheart, always so helpful to everyone.â
âWell, I do try,â Y/n replied, biting her lip nervously as Dick raised his hand, brushing his index finger over her lip. Sheâs never seen Dick quite like this before and yet that simple action sent a throbbing sensation between her legs. She moved to clamp her thighs together, an action that didnât go unnoticed by Dick and he tutted again.
âAlready so needy,â he mused, stepping away from her and moving back behind his desk, taking a seat. Y/n watched him in confusion as he bent over his paperwork, his eyes focused on the job at hand. A small whine escaped from her lips and Dick chuckled at her neediness from just one simple touch.
âToo bad that you havenât been a good girl,â he added, shuffling some of the papers into a pile. âI didnât realise you were so close with Speirs.â His blue eyes moved to meet hers, his pupils large and dark.
âIâm not, weâre just friends,â she corrected him, leaning across his desk. âWhy are you jealous?â
Dickâs hand tightened around the paperwork in his hand, crushing it easily. Y/n enjoyed his reaction but hoped that the reports werenât important. âIâm not jealous,â he seethed, teeth gritted as he looked up at her, âI was merely making a comment.â
âOf course you were,â Y/n laughed, sauntering away from the desk and into the bedroom adjacent to the office, her hips swaying in her pencil skirt and she knew Dickâs eyes were on her the whole time.
She moved into the room, leaving the door wide open behind her so Dick could see her. She began to remove her clothes, sliding her uniform from her body with ease and leaving her in her bra and underwear. She toed the floor with her foot, stretching her exposed leg out for Dick to see. A shuffling noise from the desk, followed by the sound of the chair scraping back across the wooden floor followed. She knew exactly how to play him.
His large hands quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him, his lips tickling her ear as he spoke, âI may have been a little jealous.â His voice was softer now, more like the Winters that she knew so well, and yet the grip on her waist didnât falter.
âI canât help myself,â he nibbled down her neck, âYou just have this effect on me. I canât help myself.â His hands began to slip down her stomach, fumbling along the line of her underwear, a silent ask to which she nodded.
He spun her around guiding her towards the bed. She sunk into the familiar sheets, resting back against his pillow. Dick remained at the end of the bed, undoing the tie from around his neck and throwing it somewhere behind him. Next came his shirt, his hands moving down the buttons tantalizing slowly, taking his time with each one.
Y/n eyes roamed over him, watching his every move with baited breath, her dark irises scanning up and down. She bit her lip nervously as he removed his shirt, pulling the white vest quickly over his head and exposing his pale chest, his muscles flexing.
Dick bent over, pulling quickly at the laces of his jump boots. The seductive undressing from earlier now taking its time and Y/n found herself growing a little impatient. He kicked his boots free, climbing swiftly onto the bed, his cheeks a little flushed and his eyes roaming freely over her exposed frame.
âSo perfect,â he mumbled, his index finger drawing lazy circles over her stomach. His lips found their way along her collarbone, kissing gently at the exposed flesh. Y/nâs hands found their way around his neck, tugging at the soft strands of red hair at the base of his neck. His body hovered over hers, filling her with excitement and anticipation. His lips continued their assault, peppering her stomach, breasts, collarbones, and neck with kisses. Dick was taking his time, teasing at her smooth flesh.
Y/nâs heart raced, pounding against her rib cage. She wondered if Dick could hear it as his lips pressed over her heart. It wasnât that she wasnât enjoying his attentive affection but she needed him desperately and he was taking far too long.
âDick,â she whined, gripping his red hair harshly and tugging it roughly. âPlease.â
Dickâs head shot up, his pupils were blown, dark eyes boring into her, âPlease what?â His tongue ran over his plump lips, causing her to moan.
âPlease, I need you,â she whined pathetically, throwing her head back in annoyance against the pillows.
Dick chuckled, moving his hand down until it disappeared beneath the soft fabric of her underwear, âOh Darling, Iâm all yours.â
Y/n wasnât entirely sure of the order of the next events but between smoldering kisses and rough touches, they were both stripped of their remaining clothes, leaving Dick in just his boxers. She could feel Dickâs hands all over her. There wasnât a part of her body that his hands didnât touch and as he worked his fingers between her legs Y/n withered before him, groaning as she gripped the sheets tightly.
She sighed pathetically as her organs washed over her, shaking her body violently and she gasped out, throat constricting as she shuddered beneath him. Dick wrapped his arms around her immediately, pulling her into his chest and rocking her slowly, rubbing his hand over her spine as she convulsed.
As her heart rate slowed and her vision became clear she looked up at Dick, admiring how his red locks fell in sweaty strands over his forehead, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he watched her.
Y/n reached up, smoothing his hair down, âThat wasâ she trailed off, watching as his cheeks blushed a deep red. The dominant man from earlier had disappeared and the soft, familiar, loving man she knew so well sat before her.
He shifted uncomfortably, and Y/n noticed the hard bulge straining against his underwear. She reached out, running her fingers over the clothes bulge and watched as Dick inhaled sharply.
âHow about I look after you now, Major,â she whispered against his skin, pressing her lips against his collarbone. Dick chuckled but nodded, drawing her chin up and pressing his lips softly to hers. She always loved Dickâs dominant side but she couldnât help but love his softer, loving side. That was the Dick Winters she knew and loved.
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Joel Miller: Marked Me Like a Bloodstain
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (afab; she/her)
Excerpt: "Wait," you whispered, "let go."
He did, and you laid him down flat on his back before leaning down on his middle and pressing a soft kiss to the scar. You traced it again, sketching designs of stars and infinity signs around it.
"I'm sorry you went through that," you whispered, and kissed it again, "but I'm glad you're here."
He kept eye contact with you as you did this, and although he'd never admit it, a slight mist lined his eyes. "Me too, baby. Me too."
Warnings: all fluff, Joel's insecure (what's new), descriptions of blood and getting impaled (also what's new), kissing, references to oral sex, major descriptions of scars, please think before you read.
A/N: title feel familiar to anyone else? (I made this title before the breakup rumors I'm so sorry)
Word Count: 1.5k
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The rise and fall of Joel's chest was even underneath your cheek, but the rhythm of his heart was not. With each drag of your nail across his sternum, pecks, and stomach, his heart would escalate and cascade, in perfect tempo with your fingertips. It was like a song, it never ceased to follow, and you couldn't help but smile into his warm skin after a particularly apparent inflation.
A flush of heat on his neck told you he noticed too.
"Somethin' funny," he asked with a chuckle, causing you to only giggle louder into his neck.
"Yes,' you whispered against his pulse point, pecking it slightly.
âI ainât even gonna try to play it off," he replied, "your fingers are drivin' me nuts."
You placed your free hand on his scruff-dusted cheek and pulled his pouty lips to yours, making him groan delectably as his pointer finger continued its task of tracing over any and every inch of your exposed back.
You were never going to leave his bed.
Your nude body was warm against his own--a mix of the warm meal the two of you had shared and the slowly cooling summer night--as he kissed you back. Usually, on a night like this, you would taste each other until the sun rose, and do it once more for good measure, but not tonight.
Tonight was a jewel, an artifact, a golden crown. It was one of the rare nights that all Joel wanted to do was lie next to you, talk about anything and everything, and just be.
You pulled away and pecked his nose before tucking yourself back into his chest, sighing with relief, but never removing your eyes from his face. These nights were your favorites, purely because you could stare at him endlessly, and memorize him enough that, even in your old age, you would still be able to picture every detail of his face.
The sharpness of his jaw, the streaks of grey in his dark brown hair, the patchiness of his stubble, the exact arch of his nose, the slight wooden hint in his scent, and the drips of honey in his eyes when the setting sun hit them just right.
Naked, in every sense of the word. Your addiction to it would surely be the death of you.
Your fingers continued their mission to feel every part of him as you stared up at him, and he stared down at you, likely committing every bit of you to memory the same way you were for him. You couldn't deny the flood of warmth that bloomed across your chest at the thought.
Your fingers continued their mission to feel every speck of skin on Joel Miller as they traveled lower and lower, and no matter how many nights you had done this, felt as much of him as you could, Joel always stiffened up when you did. Always. And this time was no different.
You had found that words never seemed to help him shred himself of his insecurities, no matter how poetic the prayers that fell from your lips.
It's me, Joel, only me.
Please, don't hide from me, baby.
I love you. Let me know you.
Nothing. It was when your lips were used for other purposes that Joel's body began to meld into the mattress.
As your fingers traced every mole, mark from the sun, freckle, and scar, your lips pressed a kiss onto his chest, bicep, neck, and face, alternating between them all. He exhaled, finally letting go, as his eyes fluttered shut.
"I love you," he whispered, eyes still closed but lips parted in rhapsody, "I love you."
You didn't respond with your words, only another kiss.
His deep breaths filled the air as your fingers made their way down, down, down to his lower stomach. They made it to the two moles above his belly button, one of your favorite places to admire on him, but as they made their way further and further to his left side, the muscles on his abdomen began to tighten, and his breaths shallowed.
You removed your lips from his collarbone at the feeling. "Joel--"
"No," he whispered huskily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he said, "Keep goin'."
You nodded, and he pressed kiss after kiss to your hairline as your fingertips went from soft skin to a long stretch of indented, deeply textured skin. It was wide, and rugged, and old. You felt over every inch of it, noting how it felt deeper towards the center, but more soft on the edges.
You propped yourself up slightly to look at it; its stretch across his abdomen, its darkened tone, and how it was slightly raised from the rest of his tanned skin.
It was the biggest scar you had ever seen on his body, and in your life.
"How have I--" you began, looking back at his solemn face, "--how have I never noticed this before?"
"I never let you," he responded, his tone full of both disappointment and relief, "never wanted you to see it."
You couldn't help the tears that lined your eyes as you asked, "What happened?"
And he told you. Every detail. How it felt when the pipe entered his body, how it felt pushed up against his organs, and how it felt coming out. He described everything from that point on as hazed and muffled, except for the look of fear in Ellie's dark eyes.
"That's what kept me walking," he said, wiping the tears from your cheekbones as he spoke quietly, "her eyes. Her need for my heart to keep beatin'."
He described the next few months as dream-like, like he never really knew when he was awake or not, unaware what was real or figments of his imagination.
"It was hell," he said, "but she stayed with me through it all, and she's the reason I'm alive."
You nodded, understanding that in order to keep himself sane, he had to focus on Ellie's role in it, not his own.
Still, you couldn't hold your tongue as you said, "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
He shook his head at your tears and kissed your forehead once again. "S'alright, got some of the best sleep of my life."
You laughed breathily into his chest as he held you close, once again running his hands up and down your naked back as he did. He exhaled deeply, like he had finally gotten a heavy weight off of his chest, and you pressed a kiss to the middle of his sternum.
But you weren't done yet.
"Wait," you whispered, "let go."
He did, and you laid him down flat on his back before leaning down on his middle and pressing a soft kiss to the scar. You traced it again, sketching designs of stars and infinity signs around it.
"I'm sorry you went through that," you whispered, and kissed it again, "but I'm glad you're here."
He kept eye contact with you as you did this, and although he'd never admit it, a slight mist lined his eyes. "Me too, baby. Me too."
You laid down on top of him, completely letting your body weight onto his, and tucked yourself into his neck once again. You always loved how well it fit there. His hands went up into your hair to massage your scalp, and you practically hummed.
"I don't mind bein' scarred," he said into your hair after a few beats of silence, "means I'm still survivin', and that means I'm still with you."
You smiled against him, and the unique silence of understanding between two people who know each other better than anyone else was the only thing that filled the room. These moments, this silence, was priceless.
"Besides," Joel said suddenly, carving through the silence huskily, "marks are good, means it meant something."
You nodded, murmuring a small "mhm" as you did. Your eyes were beginning to grow heavy, and the depth of his voice was only lulling you more.
"You've marked me, in a way," he said against your face, and your eyebrows came together in confusion.
"Yeah, not in a scar way though," he said, and brought your hand to his beating chest, "but just as permanent. More like in a...a bloodstain way--a good bloodstain--in here. You've marked my heart with it."
Your eyes met his own, and it didn't take you thirty seconds before you both started laughing in perfect symphony.
"A 'good bloodstain'," you said through your laughter, feeling a tear drip onto your face once more, "I never took you for a poet, Miller."
"Well, I ain't," he said in reply, his face beginning to flush, "that's why that was so terrible."
Through the both of your smiles you were still able to kiss him, whispering against his lips, "I know what you meant."
Because you did. You had marked each other, internally, in a way that could never be removed, and as you kissed him one last time before falling asleep wrapped in warmth and love, you couldn't help but agree with him.
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Malarkey
First Kiss
Roe
All for nothing
We belong together
Anything for you
Liebgott
You canât deny it
BoB boys reaction to you being a virgin and a bit shy because of it
BoB boys: Hobbies
HC: You confessing your love to them (Luz, Bill, Nix)
HC: Short fem!reader
HC: Docâs reaction to Y/N being afraid of nearly everything
Luzs and Docs reaction to see you cry
Speirs reaction to your crying after he yelled at you
Who fell first, who fell harder
HC: Relationship with Ronald Speirs
HC: First time sleeping with them (Bill, Tab, Ron)
Genes reaction to your selfharming
BoB boys reaction to your self harming
BoB boys reaction to your self harming pt.2
Luz and Toye
Speirs
BoB boys
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Hey could you do a first time with the pacific characters x reader??
First time with the pacific boys
genre! smut; romance
warnings! sexual intercourse, swearing, reader has a hole, just plain filth. *minors please do not interact, 18+ only*
description! The pacific boys (listed below) having sex with you for the first time.
read my disclaimer in my pacific masterlist! Also note that reader is gender neutral.
Eugene Sledge: He would be very soft and gentle with you the whole time. He cares for you so much and handles you as though you could break at any moment. He would lay you down and plant a millions of small, but passionate kisses all over your body softly, taking off your clothing one by one. It would leave you breathless, frozen and barely able to breathe. Singing little words of praise to you over and over until youâre practically begging for him. He would trace every part of your body with his hands, followed along by his lips. When he has made his way inside of you itâs like a fire is lit between you two. The passion that comes from him is amazing. âI love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much I doâ
Sidney Phillips: Heâs fun but very sweet with you. Giving you such a sweet and loving smile while heâs practically torturing you with his fingers, tracing his fingers so closely to that sensitive part of you, but not close enough, while also kissing on every inch of your body that he can get his sweet mouth on. Heâs so desperate for your touch also, he canât help the almost pathetic whimpers he makes when you hold his cock in your hands for the first time. And when he finally feels the inside of you itâs almost too much to bear. Heâs become pussy-drunk off of you almost instantly. The only instinct being to rut into as good as he can, trying to make you feel amazing. âHow much do you want it, my doll. Say you want it as much as I do, pleaseâ
Robert Leckie: He really canât hold himself back from you, even if he wanted to. When he sees you naked on display for him he becomes different (in a good way) almost animalistic when it comes to you. Hunting you down onto the bed and attacking you with his fierce kisses and friendly hands. He intends to leave hickeys all over your precious body. To show everyone who you belong to and love so much. Heâs so charming in bed with you. He knows all of the right things to say and to do. When he feels your warmth for the first time heâs at a loss of words, all he can do is moan out sweet nothings to you as he feels you up with his length. Wrecking you with his cock only. âYou are amazing sweetheart, just for me, right?â
Lew âChucklerâ Juergens: Heâs practically putty in your hands when you tell him that youâd like for him to make love to you. He canât even began to tell you how many times heâs dreamed of this moment, itâs almost unreal. Heâs in shock, amazed and both overwhelmed by your natural beauty. As you take your clothes off for him he can only start to jump to the future, imagining a whole life with you, forever and ever. When you feel his length for the first time his expressions are award-worthy. His moans almost pornagraphic. He finds his way inside of you sooner or later, he finds it hard to hold himself back from fucking your hole sore, and pistoning in and out of you as hard as he can. He starts slow and picks his speed up more and more every minute. âYouâre amazing, doll. Just perfect, all for meâ
Merriell âSnafuâ Shelton: How do I even began to explain the way he would fuck you. He would spend hours rubbing, sucking, licking, and pinching that sensitive spot of yours, over and over again tilâ you were a moaning mess. Squeezing and hugging on every part of your body while he begs for you to just cum on his hands, just one more time, then he will make love to you. When he finally does fill you up with his cock, he doesnât waste time, heâs going at an insane pace, not stopping for nothing in the world and the only thing encouraging him is your loud screams of pleasure. Heâs a filthy talker too, saying all sorts of dirty nonsense into your ears while he makes you a mess. âYou love it when I fuck you, huh? Such a pretty thing, even prettier on my cockâ
John Basilone: Heâs quick to undress you from your clothes, and press his face in between the place you need him the most. He will use all of his body to make you feel good. His hands working magic of their own upon your top half, and his mouth on your bottom half, working wonders within you. He doesnât feel the need to stop until youâre pleading for his cock. And when he finally does decide to show you mercy, he wants to hear you beg for it himself. âcâmon, honey, tell me how bad you need itâ when you beg enough to his liking he finds it well enough to shove his cock inside of you, getting a noisy reaction from you in return. He looks amazing while making love to you. The way his biceps look as heâs pinning you down, the small sweat beads falling off of his forehead as he gives you his all. âLet me cum into you, darling. Have all of me please.â
R.V Burgin: Heâs a gentleman like he always is. Sweet to you as ever as he finds his way around your body with his hands. Heâs kissing you the whole time, never leaving your lips barely once. He enjoys soaking into your love almost too much. He canât help it, heâs obsessed with your body, and the way you look under him. Yearning for his touch. âIs it alright if I put it in, I promise it wonât hurtâ Heâs very careful with your body. Holding you as if you were a precious jewel. When he finally starts making love to you itâs unreal, heâs amazing. Just getting to feel your warmth and embrace all of you, is the best thing he could ask for.Heâs breathless the whole time, still feeling magical the way you tighten around his cock. âI love you so much, baby. You feel so good around me. Just like that, donât stop sweetie.â
Wilbur âRunnerâ Conley: Heâs got a sweet smile on his face the whole time you guys are together. How could he not show his excitement for you? He loves you so much and had been waiting for the day to make you his, to fill you with his load, so that only you could be his forever. He makes sure to undress you softly, kissing and holding you like a sweet puppy. âYou are an angel, you know that, right?â Heâs in awe when he sees you naked. You are absolutely breathtaking. He doesnât know where to put his eyes, or what he should say other then tell you that you are beautiful over and over again. When heâs inside of you, heâs so passionate and patient for your pleasure first. In his mind, his lifeâs purpose is to make you completely happy no matter what. Itâs his mission to make you finish multiple times.
Bill âHoosierâ Smith: Heâs fast with his hands, not restraining himself one bit. Heâs tearing off your clothes in an instant. Heâs waiting so long for you and he canât waste any longer for you. His lips are on your chest immediately once your clothes have been stripped from you. Finding his way to your hard nipples and biting them gently. Heâs amazing at foreplay, he finds no intent on stopping whatsoever and not even superman could tear him off of you in this moment. When heâs inside of you he turns completely different, primal like, only being able to thrust into you sharply. Holding you up against him as he pushes and pulls himself in and out of you until youâre practically in tears. âI canât get enough of you, you sweet thing. You feel like heavenâ
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Goody Part 3 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)
Dude, this part is steamy. IDK if I should post this to tumblr, like I feel like I will get arrested or something. This is my first ever like proper smut scene, so be nice. AH I'm nervous. No one judge me alright! Bahaha omg ok here we go, this is part three. This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.
I lie in bed dozing, I ruminate on the last conversation I had with Joe. My head swirls with emotions, Iâm happy I apologised but Iâm sad at how he took the apology. He was so cruel. I have known Joe for a long time, yes he is annoying and rude but always in a playful manner. When I spoke to him before I left he was malicious. I huffed rolling over and pulling the covers under my chin. My plan for today is to do nothing. None of the others are off, so I can be lazy and spend all day in bed, moping. I hear heavy footsteps run up the stairs, my back faces away from the bedroom door, I hear it creak open. âMary, Iâm not doing a shift, this is my day off!â I say before she can speak. I hear the person panting. I still, is it not Mary. I roll over, my eyes widen in surprise. There in the doorway is a breathless Joe. I sit up, then pull the covers up to hide my pjâs I wear. I donât have a bra on.Â
âJoe, what on earth are you doing here?â I query. âDid you run here, you shouldnât run yet, what about you injury.â I ramble on. He chuckles, catching his breath.Â
âThey discharged me.â He reports, straightening. He walks further into the room, looking awkward. I watch him curiously.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â I ask him. He moves forward, taking a seat at the bottom of my bed. He wrings his hand together looking sheepish.Â
âI wanted to apologise to you. I didnât mean what I said. I forgive you.â He mutters, looking down at his hands.Â
âOh, well thank you.â I say confused, he ran all the way here to forgive me. I furrow my brow watching him.Â
âWhat?â He says looking up at me.Â
âNothing.â I say shaking my head, âWell I guess this is goodbye then.â I extend my hand for him to shake it. He glances from my hand to my face. He shakes his head. I blink at him confused, I lower my hand.Â
âOh no, Goody, you canât get rid of me that easily.â He smirks at me, but itâs different, thereâs intent behind the smirk. My breath catches in my throat, as my heart beats faster, unsure of what he means. I stay still, as he stands from his position, and makes his way further up the bed, he sits down right beside me. My breathing quickens as I gulp, the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults. I bite my lower lip, waiting with anticipation. His eyes darken as his hand reaches out, removing my lip from my teeth with his thumb as he cups my face. Goosebumps arise on my skin from his touch. A shiver runs up my spine. I hold the cover closer to my chest, trying to hide the fact Iâm not wearing a bra. He glances from my lips back to my eyes. I keep very still, not wanting to make any sudden movements, like he is a wild animal and one move will send him back into the woods.Â
I glance at his lips. He slowly moves forward, I feel his breath on my face. Iâm desperate for him to close the gap. I do it myself, finding his lips with my own. A rush of adrenaline shoots through my body. I kiss him harder, dropping the covers I cling to myself, leaving me in just a t-shirt and my underwear. I pull him closer, grabbing at his neck and shoulder. His hands find my waist pulling me flush with him. His fingers travelled under my shift gripping at my hips. I moan from the contact. He pulls back smiling at me, âYou like that huh?â I donât answer him, smashing my lips back onto his.Â
I need him closer. I open my mouth as his tongue darts out wetting my lip. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting softly. I gasp, as he lets it go, kissing me again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The heat in between my legs is growing, as fingers drag down my back under my top. I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck. I pull his jacket off his shoulders. I can feel him grinning into my neck. I pant, needing him more. I undo his buttons, struggling a little, his hands leave my back to help me with his top. He gets up from the bed, leaving me sitting on my knees. I watch him as he pulls off his tops, exposing his bare chest. I grin at him, âYou like the show?â He asks, raising his eyebrows. I nod, grinning at him. I cover my mouth with my hand as he undoes his belt buckle with one hand, then undoing his pants. He pulls them down leaving him in his underwear.Â
I squeal as he marches forward, picking me up from the spot I watch him from. He sits down on the bed placing me on top of him. I straddle his lap. Feeling his hardness pressed against me. I lean in to kiss him again but he stops me with his hand around my neck. He tsks, âOne of us is wearing too much.â I nod, just wanting his lips on mine again. His hand leaves my neck, pulling off my top. I cover my arms over my chest, suddenly aware of how exposed I am to him. His gaze meets mine, full of lust and need. âI donât want you to cover yourself around me, Y/N.â His tone low. I lower my hands exposing my chest to him. He takes me in, âYouâre beautiful.â He whispers, pulling me closer to him, so that his chest is flush with mine.Â
He kisses me hard, I return the kiss. My fingers tangling in his hair. His hands run up my sides, sending shivers around my body. I gasp into his mouth as he takes the soft flesh of my chest into his hand, squeezing it gently. His fingers pinching my erect nipple, causing me to groan in pleasure as I arch my back for him. His mouth quickly latches onto my other nipple, his tongue swirling around it sensually. âOh god!â I mutter looking down to watch him. I run my fingers through his hair tugging it softly, causing a groan to leave his lips, I shudder as it reverberates throughout my body.Â
I grind my hips into his, causing him to gasp. His hands landed on my waist, stilling me. I laugh as he flips us over, so that he hovers over me. I watch him through heavy lids, as he kisses his way down my torso, looking up at me as he goes. He drags his lips over my waist and hips, causing me to squirm under his touch, he grins tickling me with his lips. I still when he kisses me just above the waistband of my underwear. I pant watching him with anticipation. He grins at me, knowing he is teasing me. I lift my hips for him to pull the fabric down but he holds me still. âJoe.â I plead, wiggling my hips. He presses kisses to the insides of my thighs, driving me insane, getting closer with each kiss, but just as he is about to kiss where I want him too he moves away.Â
âStop teasing me.â I whine.Â
âAsk nicely.â He looks up at me from between my legs.Â
âPlease Joe.â I say.Â
âPlease Joe what? Use your words, Y/N.â He says in his husky voice.Â
âPlease Joe, please remove my underwear and kiss me⌠kiss me down there.â I mutter embarrassed. He smirks at me. Lifting my hips and pulling down the fabric, exposing me to him. I wait patiently, watching him take me in with his eyes.Â
âSo wet for me.â He says, his breath fanning on me. I sigh in content, leaning my head back. I gasp when his lips find my core, my back arching. His tongue swirls over my bud of nerves, sucking and licking. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. A loud moan falls from my lips when his finger slides inside of me. I reach down gripping onto his hair, my other hand grasping at the sheets we lie on. He hums in satisfaction, at my noises. I gasp feeling it on my core. âOh my god, Joe!â I pant. He pushes me close to the edge. Sliding another finger inside of me, I feel myself clench around him. As his mouth continues to pleasure me. The noises from my lips are a mixture of groans and screams. He puts more pressure on my core with his tongue, moving faster in and out of me. I arch my back further as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, nearly over the edge. He holds me still, looking up at me from between my legs. His gaze finally pushed me to my finish. I close my eyes, throwing my head back. My toes curl, as I grip onto Joeâs head, worried I will explode from my orgasm that rips through my body, causing me to shake. I finally come down from my high. I lay there spent, Joe still resting in between my legs, just smiling at me.Â
I pull him up to me, crashing my lips into his. Tasting myself on him, âI need you.â I whisper into his ear, as my lips run down his neck. âGreedy?â He says pulling me back, to then kiss my lips again. I nod, kissing him hungrily on his lips. I can feel his smile under my lips. I smile back coyly, âPlease.â I look up at him through my lashes, pouting my lips slightly, really putting on my puppy dog eyes. His smirks at me, chuckling. He kisses the tip of my nose. âIf you look at me like that I wonât ever leave this room.â He warns, I grin nodding my head. I reach down pulling at his waistband, I tug them down.Â
I bite my lip as his dick springs free. I reach down, taking him in my hand, he groans burying his head in my shoulder. His breath tickling my neck. I move my hand up and down his length. âFuck.â He mutters into my skin. I grip him harder, causing him to moan. I move my hand again. âIf you keep doing that, Iâm not going to last much longer.â He kisses my cheek. I stop my movement, and grin at him. He bites my lower lip, releasing it again from his teeth. âThat's mine, stop biting it.â He growls. I nod, giving him a cheeky smile.Â
He watches me, I return his gaze. I donât notice him moving, until he slips inside of me. I gasp, as he watches me with a smirk on his face. I look down at our bodies connected together. I clench around his length, as he moves slowly in and out of me. I watch his face, he closes his eyes, sighing as he rocks back and forth. I place a kiss on his lips. He opens his eyes, looking at me lovingly. He kisses me gently, picking up his pace. I pant into his mouth as he continues to kiss me. I moan as he rams into me. âYou feel so good, Joe.â I whimper, gripping at his back, running my nails down his skin. One of his arms holds the head board above us as the other cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my flesh. We continue to stare at each other, I watch him enjoy me as he does the same. He removes his hand from my cheek, snaking it down between my legs. I cry out as his thumb rubs circles on my bud of nerves. âWhat do you want Y/N?â He asks in between pants. âI want you Joe.â I moan. He presses into my core as he moves faster in and out of me. The sound of panting, moans and skin slapping together fill the room. He calls out my name, as I do the same.Â
âPlease Joe, donât stop.â I beg him almost over the edge. He kisses me hard. Going deeper inside of me, I whine into his mouth, as he groans in mine. We climax together. I feel my body shake under his as my walls clench around him. I feel him finish inside of me as he moans into my hair. He lowers himself down to lie on me. We lie together, panting, coming down from our highs. I hugged him tightly to me as he stroked my hair. We donât move or pull away from each other basking in each otherâs bodies. He pulls back enough to look at my face, he smiles warmly at me, kissing me softly on my lips. âYou know what?â He says.Â
âWhat?â I ask brushing the hair off his forehead, grinning at him.Â
âI donât think I hate you.â He states, making me chuckle.Â
âWell I hope not.â I say between laughs.Â
âNo, I think I love you.â His eyes meet mine, as he takes me in.Â
âI love you.â I whisper, kissing him gently. He kisses me back lovingly.Â
#I am so sorry#If you know me personally#no you don't#Smut#this is so smutty#omg#ah#Liebgott#band of brothers#band of brothers imagine#band of brothers fanfic#fem reader#hbo war#fanfic#reading#ahhh ok omg I am going to post this and go to bed#and pretend like I didn't write this#askjbajb
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This Dance pt. 2 | Joe Liebgott
Summary: Part two, in which everyone is fighting to hold back exactly what they want to say.
Word count: 3,857
Warnings: SMUT
There was a conversation that needed to happen that Joe Liebgott was not quite bring himself to start. As they stood in the crowded room, the roaring of the speakers around them felt overwhelming. After settling into the quietness of their livesâ new pace, watching the footage from the Pacific seemed a stark and unwelcomed contrast. Liebgott wondered if he would have felt this way if he had not spent the entire fight in Europe wondering what it would be like to start a life with Evelyn Mosey when this was all over. If there was one thought that got him through the blasts, the cold and wet, seemingly endless nights, it was her. And the idea that he would never be without her again.Â
He tried to steal subtle glances over to her as she watched the footage screen. Her jaw was set. Her full lips pressed into a firm line. Her dark eyes were focused intently, never once bothering to look over at him. He watched a wave of tension ripple in her neck. She tilted her head side to side, rolling her shoulders up to meet her ears. A simple gesture that would have gone unnoticed to anyone but him.Â
When they shuffled out, he made sure to keep sight of her. The masses that filed out trickled out taking different paths, he made a bee-line for her. Years spent in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to glance, to touch, to speak, he knew how to keep himself at a distance, while still in her warm orbit. Â
âI donât want to talk about it now, Lieb,â she told him adamantly, looking down the hallway both ways to ensure that no one else was interested in their exchange.Â
âI know,â he rolled his eyes. Never had he been with a woman who was so consistently unfeeling when it did not benefit her. âCan I just--âÂ
She watched someone walk past them, behind Liebgott. They exchanged a nod of recognition. Her face fell from its friendly openness to one of frustration when she met his gaze again.Â
âJust come in,â she opened the door wider and encouraged him to move quickly. âI donât want to do this out here.âÂ
Liebgott had seen her room since their time began at Zell Am See. The time he spent there was less than he would have liked. If he had imagined a true celebration of the victory in Europe, it would not have been so distant from her.Â
âI donât want to talk about this right now.â She was firm in her words, but her hand was gentle as it touched the buttons on his shirt. He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He knew there werenât going to be any words he could say to demand her to comply. He could not claim her strong will was his favorite thing about her and then admonish her for it when it did not benefit him. âPlease?âÂ
The way she looked up at him with those large doe eyes made him feel a warmth spread in his chest and abdomen. He touched her face gently and nodded, tracing her jawline with his thumb. He had spent half the fucking war holding back a proposal of marriage, children, a life together. He bit back vows of eternity and forever. He withheld the words âI love you.â Surely one more fucking day made no difference.Â
She smiled and took him by the hand, slowly backing him towards the bathroom.Â
There was an electric current that radiated through every vein in his body when she reached to turn the shower on. He was convinced there would never be a time where he was not breathless in anticipation to see her undress. He felt the twitch of need in his groin just thinking of the moment where he would watch the water touch her naked flesh. So when she started to work on the buttons of her shirt, he sat back on the corner of the clawfoot tub with a playful smirk.Â
Evelyn rolled her eyes as she watched him perch himself on the tub. If there was one thing she was going to miss about Joseph Liebgott, it was going to be his boyish charm. The way his eyes danced over her appraisingly caused her skin to catch light with blue flame, so hot it felt cool and caused her to erupt in goosebumps. She stepped out of her boots skillfully as she worked on the buttons of her shirt. When she pulled it over her shoulders and left it in a pile on the ground, she heard a small whistle from her observer.Â
Liebgott felt a pang in his stomach while he watched her start to work on her pants. Ignoring all thoughts and feelings (how did she do it?) about what was to come, he focused on the way her deft fingers worked on her buttons, letting them fall to her feet. Though he had ensured that every part of her had been explored by eager hands, lips, and tongue, it was taking everything in him not to get to his knees and help her escort those pants the rest of the way to her ankles.Â
She stepped out of the last of her clothes with a smile. He bit his lip as he glanced over her body. Evelyn had resigned herself that there would never be another man who made her so hungry to be stared at in this way again. His eyes carried just enough devotion to balance the intense desire that made her feel like the only woman on the planet. He once had told her he would watch her read the phone book just to stare at her lips.Â
Liebgott licked his lips softly, shifting to adjust the fullness in his pants. No coaxing, no teasing, simply the pure sight of her undressing herself, all for him, caused such a stir in him. It was exactly that gesture that Evelyn watched hungrily, her eyes darkening as she pinned her lower lip between her teeth. That was all the indication Joe needed to close the gap between them.Â
He braced the back of her head, her dark curls tangling perfectly around his large fingers when he pulled her close. He wanted to taste the spot of her mouth where she had bit down. A needy whimper betrayed Evelyn as it eased up from her throat. It was so very like Joe Liebgott to pull all kinds of unprompted sounds from her eager throat. The way his mouth moved with hers was a dance the two of them had skillfully mastered. Lieb couldnât help but smirk as he thought about the other kinds of dances she had shared with other men. Nothing could compare to this. Ever.Â
His hands worked at the buttons of his own shirt. He made a quick and sloppy job of getting it off and tossing it to the floor, his undershirt quick behind it. There was a simple and intense maneuver Evelyn had mastered in getting his belt undone with nimble fingers. It always left him growling against her lips. He gripped her scantily clad behind and squeezed, pulling her hips into his with a force that caused them both to let out a groan.Â
âJoey,â she breathed, her lips swollen, his pridefully wearing the ghost of her red lipstick. He smirked, feeling himself twitch at the sound of her need. He busied himself with kissing her neck, his thumbs teasing the cups of her bra. She worked to unbutton his pants, chest heaving, eyes heavily lidded.Â
âYeah?â He grinned against her skin. She moaned again, biting her swollen lower lip and shuddering as he kissed down over her sternum. âWhat is it?â he asked teasingly. âTell me.â The demand was placed just before he nipped at the skin of her right breast. He tugged at his waistband and let his pants fall with a gasp.Â
âTake me,â she murmured, feeling his desperate length through his boxers with her hand.Â
âYou know how this works, doll.â He smiled, making eye contact with her. He could taste her desperate shudders as he pressed their foreheads together. Their eyes were locked so intensely that she felt him twitch under her hand. âYou donât get any of me until Iâve had my fill of you first.âÂ
She leaned up and kissed him with a groan, reaching around and taking it upon herself to get her bra off. Lieb took the hint and cast his boxers to the floor, slowly stroking himself as she watched her expose every inch of her perfect body to him. The strain his erection had felt boyish, desperate, and fucking incredible. Never in his life did he think he would find himself a puddle of need at the simple sight of a woman.Â
She knew it, of course. Evelyn teased him with a smirk as she kicked her underwear to the side with a delicate gesture, her toes pointed. She turned and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her delicate muscles of her back, the perfect curve of her hips, her ass, her strong thighs. He continued to touch himself, the way she always reminded him to, when he watched her turn on the water. He knew she longed to be needed in the way he needed her. Joe tried not to think about who would prove to her just how incredible she was when he was no longer around. Biting back every question that bubbled over in his throat, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.Â
When his chest pressed against her back, Evelyn hummed contently. His length settled against the curve of her rear, his lips near her ear as he leaned down. She watched as his hand traced the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps with the gentlest touch.Â
âYou are so fucking beautiful,â he whispered into her ear. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he slowly moved his hand toward her exposed breasts. When his large hand fully enveloped her, she felt the gentle brush of his palm over her nipple that encouraged a moan. He chuckled in her ear as his other hand trailed the curve of her hip toward her desperate center. âFuck,â he growled, feeling her wetness with the gentle touch of the pad of his finger. Gently pulling her hair up into his fist, he held it away from her neck as he planted hungry kisses on her skin. Sucking, scraping his teeth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met while he drew slow circles around her most sensitive spot. Gasping, pressing back against him, melting into his ministrations, Evelyn felt like she was unable to promise her legsâ ability to hold her up much longer.Â
âPlease, Joe,â she begged breathlessly. âPlease.âÂ
Joe chuckled from deep in his chest. She felt it rumble against her back. He took his hand away, missing the warmth of her on his fingers immediately. She turned to him, her eyes heavily lidded with lust, searching his desperately. He smiled at her, took the finger that had worked on her so deftly, and placed it to his lips, flicking his tongue over the pad, his eyes locked with hers.Â
âMmmâŚâ He groaned, stepping towards her, backing her into the shower. âGod damnâŚâ he growled, watching as her body was hit by the hot water.Â
Joe watched her, watching the beads of water create paths down over the curves of her body. With her taste on his desperate tongue, his eyes on her perfect body, his heart beating in his chest, he wasnât sure he would be able to hold out much longer. Whether it was the vulnerability of the space they occupied, the time left together that felt too short, or the intoxicating effect he had on him, he couldnât distinguish. All he knew is that he had to have her.Â
There was a beat that passed between them where they were sizing each other up. Evelyn felt the desperation of the moment hit her with a depth she had not recognized. God, if he would just be a little less delicate and loving in those touches, she could excuse away the lump growing in her throat as she watched the way he looked at her. She had always been enough for him. He had always reminded her of that.Â
In a quick attempt to avoid him seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him. The way their lips crashed into one another had an urgency he had not felt from her before. Her hunger was bone deep. He traced her jaw, tenderly caressing her neck, flicking her hair over her shoulder. His length stood at attention between them, gently nudging the flesh of her belly. He rocked forward to feel the friction as he ghosted a gentle trail down her arms to her warm, capable hands.Â
When he laced their fingers together, she felt him back her into the wall of the shower. The cool tile was an intense contrast to the warm water that hit her front. He laced their fingers together, pressing it gently against the wall beside her head, pinning it there. She watched a coy smirk cross his lips as he pulled away from her. She giggled, tracing the curve of his lower lip, cleaning up the lipstick he had stolen from her mouth. He leaned down and took that thumb between his teeth, flicked his thumb over the pad, and chuckled. She laughed, a playful swat at his cheek against his cheek, pulled her thumb back and replaced it with her lips.Â
Joe held her against the wall with the weight of his body. Slowly, he started to trail those kisses down over her body, his hand still tightly clasped in hers. He loved the feeling of her grip on his hand tightening as he placed kisses to the more intimate parts of her body. The spot between her breasts, her left nipple, just above her belly button (God, would he miss that fucking giggle), the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh. He directed her hand to the back of his head and left it there, needing both of his hands to tenderly separate her thighs, pulling one up over his shoulder as he got to his knees.Â
âJoeâŚâ she breathlessly tangled her hands in his hair and gripped as he pressed his mouth to the place where she needed him most. There was a wave of gasps that followed that caused him to smirk against her, following the work of his tongue with the addition of a skilled finger.Â
Mindful of shared walls, used to keeping herself quiet by biting pillows and shoulders, Evelyn was left to trap the back of her hand in her teeth as he worked. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she touched her, teased her, tongued her with the skill of a much more experienced man. But, she recognized, he was an experienced man. He was a man who knew her so fully that he was able to coax the most unladylike noises from her throat with ease. He knew her inside and out in every way possible. The intimate attention he paid to the details of her body felt like the worship of a deity; the way he enacted that devotion felt sinful.Â
Overwhelmed by every sensation between her legs, she found herself grasping at the back of his head and shoulders, her hips moving up to meet his attentive mouth and fingers. He moaned against her repeatedly, desperate to draw every curse she knew from her delicate mouth. Grinning with desire, with power, with pleasure, he worked attentively on her body, his only goal to push her to her limits. He stopped the hand that was working at his own length and snaked it up over her body, tracing her edges to take her heaving breast in his hands. They moaned in unison, his sending vibrations to the core of her being. In that moment, she came undone around his fingers, against his tongue, spilling out desperate whimpers and cries of his name. Joe could have spent an eternity in the sound of her sweet need.Â
Evelyn, on the other hand, was unable to let too long pass without any part of him inside of her. His vacancy was felt immediately when she pulled him to his feet, gently guided by the fistful of his dark hair. She kissed him as if it would be their last, unsure if it would be, and teased a hand over his eager length, guiding him towards her.Â
Joe, pleased to know she was as needy as he felt, pulled away from her lips and tongue. He gripped her hips and turned her away from him, her ass pulled against his hard length in the most satisfying way. She moaned at the contact, he held his own back. He tucked her hair behind her ear as to not obscure her vision as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. He kissed her temple, her ear, her jaw, neck, and shoulder. His hand encouraged her thighs apart, lifting a leg to the edge of the tub where her foot found purchase.Â
Swiftly, skillfully, and perfectly, he entered her, pulling a satisfied, guttural moan from deep within them both.
âFuck,â he gasped against her neck. The way he gripped her hips was bruising as they both accommodate his eager entrance. He felt her skin erupt in goosebumps against his chest. He pressed forward, making sure he reached her depths with all he had. She reached back, stiffening against him, her fingers lacing with his against her hip.Â
Slowly, consistently, deeply, he started a pace with his hips. The water that fell between them from above made their skin glisten and it pooled where their bodies met. The gentle slap of their skin meeting with gentle force made her giggle. He kissed her cheek, unable to hold back the groans of pleasure that spilled from his lips. She gasped, pushing back against him as she angled herself to take him deeper.Â
That was all Joe needed to encourage him to pick up his pace. The swiftness in which their bodies collided called new noises from her mouth. He kissed her upper back and shoulders while he steadied himself, pulling her back onto him.Â
âOh, godâŚâ she reached toward the wall to find something to grip. The slick tiles gave her no purchase. That was when she reached behind her, wrapping a hand around his neck, gripping the hairs at the base of his scalp. Liebgott groaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter. His other hand trailed up toward her breast, gripping it gently in his hands, memorizing its shape, weight, the hardness of her nipple against his palm.Â
âYouâre fucking incredible, you know that?â He grunted into her ear, only further pulling strings of incoherence from her mouth. She bit her lip hard, feeling an overwhelm of emotion take over her body like a wave. The lump grew double in size in her throat as she met his every thrust, stars behind her eyes. Unable to respond, he continued. âYouâre so perfect. Fuck, Evie.â Her name felt like chocolate on his lips. She turned over her shoulder to taste it on them. Her eyes screwed shut as the tears burned behind them, he continued to bring her body to new heights. When he reached down between her legs, she became overwhelmed. The threat of tears was hard to fight off.Â
âJoe--â she breathed, the sound of his name clipped by the failure to stop a sob from leaving her lips. The phrase he pulled from her next caused her to bite her tongue between her teeth.Â
âI--â Joe started. She heard the start of her own words start to come from his mouth. The feeling, the desperation of her overwhelming emotions was contagious. He couldnât tell where his heartbreak, his pleasure, his love, began and where hers ended. The only way to stop himself from telling her just how he felt about her was to sink his teeth in her shoulder, as she had done to him so many times. Familiar with the sensation, Evelyn felt the pressure, the sting, and every unsaid word behind the contact on her shoulder. She turned away, fearful he would stop if he saw the tears cascading down her cheeks, he would stop. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt a heat building inside of her.Â
Desperate to feel her come undone around him, under him, with him, he teased her more intentionally with his fingers, his hips working in time with his skillful touch. If he couldnât tell her, he could show her.Â
âPlease,â she begged. He had come to know it as the last phrase, the last push, before he was gifted with her orgasm. âJoe--âÂ
As he felt her start to push back against him, taking every inch of him, all of him, so intentionally. The feel of her as she let go, her body working desperately to pull him over the edge with her, he followed. The two of them tumbled over together, a tangled mess of limbs, pants, sobs, and everything they swore theyâd never fucking say.
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"Hiya, darling!" Bull Randleman đť
Warning â ď¸ smut present:)
This it my first fic so I hope you enjoy
Y/n was walking towards the lounging soldiers next to the fire. She was extremely tired. Having barely slept in the last week, she constantly tended to the wounded, almost never leaving their side. However, one specific injured man was too proud to ask for help, so she had to hunt him down so she could treat him. She stopped next to Bull; he had a deep gash on his forehead.
"Hiya, darling!" was the first thing he said to her. "Hiya, darling. I really don't think your sweet talk is going to get you out of this." Y/n and Bull were close friends, attached at the hip. No one knew exactly how they became friends, especially since Bull was never a very open person. But he had a soft spot for Y/n, maybe even a little crush on her, though he would never admit it, knowing he would never hear the end of it from his friend Jonny Martin, so he decided to ignore his feelings.
"Darling, I'm fine," he said. "Go look at the other guys; don't worry about me." Y/n replied, "Bull, I'm a medic. Worrying about you is my job." She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away from the fire and to the aid station, but Bull, being much larger and stronger than her, didn't budge. "Come on, Bull. I'm already tired. I really do not want to deal with this. Could you please just work with me?" Bull smiled at the girl. He stood up and walked away from his friends.
When they reached the aid station, she pointed at a chair. "Sit down," she said. Bull listened to her and sat down, waiting for her.
"Now, let me have a look at your head." She grabbed his jaw with her hands and turned his face so he was looking at her. She started to sanitize the wound, and Bull winced slightly.
As she tended to Bull's wound, he couldn't help but notice a loose strand of hair. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently brushed it away from Y/n's face. "How are you actually doing, darling?" Bull asked. He noticed the confused look on her face, to which she replied, "You're asking me when you're the one hurt. That's not how this works, Bull," Y/n said with a gentle smile.
As Bull gazed into Y/n's eyes, a hint of vulnerability and affection shone through. He couldn't help but feel a strong connection to her, not just as a friend or a medic caring for his wounds, but as someone who had touched his heart. Bull leaned a little closer, his voice softer. "I'm asking because I care about you, Y/n, not just as my medic but as someone I've come to admire in these trying times." Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly at his words, and she continued to clean and dress his wound.
"Well, Bull, I appreciate that. It's been a tough week, but I'm managing. We'll get you patched up, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."
"What if I don't want to be back on my feet?" Bull said. "What if I want to stay with you?" Y/n replied with a smile, "Then I would say that you'd be crazy."
Bull leaned in closer, "And what if I said that I liked you, Y/n?"
As Bull's words hung in the air, Y/n's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had always harbored a deep admiration for Bull, but the thought that he might share similar feelings left her almost breathless. She looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and then, with a shy smile, she admitted, "Bull, I... I've liked you too, more than I've ever let on."
A warm and genuine smile spread across Bull's face as he reached out to gently cup Y/n's cheek. "I'm glad I finally had the courage to tell you. And I'm even happier that you feel the same way," he said softly.
He gently pulled her closer, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her. She was hesitant at first, not knowing what to do, but Bull took the lead, and she kissed him back. Their lips fitted perfectly together, as if they were made for each other. Bull and Y/n pulled away from each other, both with blushing cheeks, but smiles on their faces.
Bull stood up towering over y/n and taking her hand, gently in his,
how about we take this somewhere more private like the sergeant barracks theyâre usually empty at this hour since everyone is outside eating dinner?
Y/n felt her cheeks, heating up again but nodded
Together, they walked towards the barracks when they entered the room Bull pulled her closer and kissed her again, this time more hungrily. She kissed him back. It was a heated kiss, they moved towards the bed lips Still attached.
Bull hovered on top of y/n and she could feel his hard on pressing against her leg
She looks up at bull and he asked are you sure about this?
She nodded with a smile and began to pull off his shirt.
Y/n looked at his toned body and felt herself getting wet.
Both where now completely naked and they just admired each other
Bull was huge and his dick was just as huge as the rest of him
Y/n looked at it with wide eyes. Thatâs not gonna fit, she said
Itâs going to be fine darling bull said with a chuckle.
He leaned in close, his expression serious as he looked down at you , "Please, promise me you'll let me know if I ever hurt you." He said
Y/n nodded and smiled Iâm gonna need you to say that out loud y/n.
âI promise that Iâll let you know if it hurts,â Y/n said with a smile.
Bull started to kiss her neck and jawline, slowly moving towards her breast y/n was not used to this kind of stimulation her never being with a man like this before she Was moaning every time he sucked on her neck
Which only made bull more turned on.
He aligned himself at her entrance and and asked, are you ready?
Y/n nodded and he slowly started to push his length in. y/n moaned loudly it hurt a little bit. It wasnât as bad as she was expecting it to be. But she has never felt so full in her life.
Bull saw a little blood and became worried Hey youâre still doing okay bull asked.Y/n responded with a strained Iâm fine.
Good cuz I am about a quarter in
Y/n eyes widened, turns to look at bull.
He looked at her with a cheeky smile and gave her a kiss.
He slowly started to push himself further. She clenched so hard around him. That he knew he wouldnât last long with her.
Now, he was fully inside her
Bull gave y/n some time to adjust to his size and when she squeezed his arm, he took that as a signal to start
he started slow, to make y/n as comfortable as possible. Bull let out a moan âyou are really tight darlingâ he said with a grunt.
Y/n just kissed him and he continued to pump inside her but with a bit more force than before.
Oh, fucking hell!â Y/n cried out the pleasure was becoming a lot for her.
Bull was starting to move faster and faster, and
Y/n moaned loudly and bull kissed her to keep her from making any more sounds.Â
âKeep goingâ she Squealed! He grabbed one of her legs and hooked his arm under it pulling her in a new position and a new form of pleasure.
âOh g-god yes!!â She screamed bull could feel her starting to clench harder on his dick and he knew she was close hè started to move faster.
Y/n soon felt her climax causing her whole body shake as she felt the waves from her climax course thru her. âB-bull!!âshe screamed out in pleasure
It did not Take bull long before he also felt his climax he quickly pulled out and came on her thigh.
They just laid there for a wile until bull started to clean Y/n up and they both got dressed.
that was the most amazing sex ever, Y/n exclaimed bull chuckled and looked at her with Pure, adoration in his eyes.
Letâs make the next time even better, he responded and he pulled her in for a kiss.
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Wedding Anniversary on the Beach
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*Author's note: Wild Bill purchased a rundown beach house in New Jersey. He did construction work until the house was completely remodeled. He, Frannie and their eldest son stayed in the house on occasion. This was before the birth of his second son. Guarnere sold the house and bought another beach house to restore and selling it when it was remodeled. This information is in the book he wrote with Babe. Bill commented, "I've always known how to make a few extra dollars." He also said, "Old enough to eat, old enough to work."
The story about Augusta hitting the judge and the hit and run driver on the head with the judge's gavel and Joseph Guarnere hitting a police officer is true. It's also true that Bill's godfather punched a police officer. Augusta really told a woman in the hospital's office to "Keep him (Bill)!" This info came from a collection of letters belonging to Dick Winters that I found online. The line about "lumping the judge" with his gavel also came from the letters.
Bill was known to be largely non materialistic. This info came from his book. He often said, "We were happy with what we had. Now people keep buying more and more stuff."
The idea of paying his nephews to help him finish the first house on the beach came from my imagination, as did the backstory of the elderly nudists who were the former owners of the house.*
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In the winter of 1946, Bill purchased a run down beach house in New Jersey. He intended to fix up the house for himself and Leigh to use. Guarnere intended to eventually sell the house and perhaps buy and restore another house for extra income.
He hired Maria's and Julia's sons to do construction work with him and Bill paid the teenage boys fair wages. Guarnere and his nephews finished the house in time for his one year wedding anniversary with Leigh.
She was eager to see the house and they decided to spend their first anniversary on the New Jersey shore. During the drive to the beach house, they were reminiscing on how they met. Bill told Leigh,
"When I saw ya kickin' that guy's ass at Toccoa, that reminded me o' Ma. You're fiery, like her."
"What makes you say that, Honey? I'm not calling you a liar, but I've never seen Mama acting that way. Guarnere laughed,
"Let me tell ya about somethin' Ma done when I was 15. I was out roller skatin' in the street. Some guy in a car hit my ass. It was a hit an' run. I had to go to the hospital an' I was there four days.
The cops got hold o' the guy an' he paid off the judge. We went to court, an' the judge wanted to dismiss the case due to lack o' evidence. It made Ma furious an' she went up, grabbed the judge's gavel an' lumped him on the head wit' it twice."
"Oh, my God! I can't picture her doing that."
"That ain't all, Baby. After she done that, she lumped the hit an' run guy. Then, a cop tried to get hold o' her. Pop punched him. Another cop got after Pop, an' my godfather punched him. Nothin' happened 'cause they figured the judge didn't want word to get out that the case was fixed."
Leigh was shocked, then she started to laugh.
"If ya think that's (he pronounced the word as 'dats') funny, wait until I tell ya about Ma an' the hospital bill. I got better an' I was ready to go home, but we didn't have $45 to pay the bill.
Ma talked to some lady in the office an' she said I couldn't be released until the bill was paid. That got Ma fired up, an' she said, 'Keep him!'" More laughter ensued from Leigh, and Bill joined in.
When Bill pulled their car into the driveway in front of the beach house, Leigh looked at the white one story house,
"Honey, it's beautiful! You and the boys made it look new." Bill was proud of his work and he was extremely pleased that Leigh liked the way the house looked.
"Wait 'til ya see the inside, Baby. We redid the wirin', the plumbin', we put new linoleum in the kitchen an' new carpet in the bedroom. The boys an' I kinda scrounged around an' found furniture for the dinin' room an' the bedroom. I refinished the wood, stripped the old stuff off an' it looks brand new."
He got out of the car, went to the passenger side door, opened it for Leigh and they walked hand in hand to the front door. Bill got the key from his pocket, opened the door and carried Leigh into the house.
"I wanted to carry ya over the threshold, Sweetheart." He put her down in the living room. The floor was light colored hardwood that would be easier to keep dirt and sand free than carpet.
Augusta had provided white Priscilla curtains for the windows and Bill bought the blinds. He found a good deal on a tan colored couch with matching chairs that he purchased from a co-worker. The co-worker included a nice coffee table and end tables, both light colored wood and two tan colored lamps with white shades.
Julia donated two snake plants in neutral colored planters. Maria made new covers for the throw pillows on the couch that complimented the tan coloring. Teresa bought a small radio for the living room.
Leigh smiled as she looked around the living room,
"It's lovely, Bill." He explained how his sisters helped and how he got the living room furniture.
"Ma gave us the curtains, an' everybody kicked in an' gave us a completely stocked kitchen. Sure, most of it's used, but I got a new set o' dishes an' silverware. I've been savin' some money for this place an' I wanted to get a few things. I got a new set o' sheets for our bed an' a nice bedspread from that fancy store where I bought your red dress.
I waa hopin' maybe you could make some o' them embroidered pictures for the walls an' we could bring a few pictures from home. We got a copy o' our weddin' picture an' the portrait like we gave to our folks."
"I'd be delighted to make some counted cross stitch pictures, Honey. The portraits will really make it like home."
Bill showed her the kitchen, with a new white linoleum floor and light yellow paint on the walls. As promised, the kitchen table and chairs looked new.
"I didn't wanna choose curtains for ya, Baby. Maybe you could sew some?"
"I already have some ideas, Bill. This kitchen looks so cheery and bright. Look at that view of the ocean! It's gorgeous!" She noticed a wooden walkway from the kitchen door to the beach.
"Bill, it's just like something from a magazine. This is such a wonderful place." Leigh embraced and kissed him.
"I'm glad ya like it, Baby. C'mon, let me show ya the rest o' the place!" He led her to the bathroom down the hall. The floor was white linoleum. Blue and white tile covered the walls. The cabinet was freshly painted white and new silver colored faucets gleamed. A white bathtub with a shower and toilet completed the room. Guarnere opened a cabinet by the door that was at shoulder level.
"We made this big enough to hold towels, washcloths an' cleanin' stuff. It's up higher, so when we bring our kids, they won't be able to reach the cleanin' stuff. That'll keep 'em from gettin' poisoned." Leigh smiled,
"You'll be a wonderful Pop. You're already thinking ahead of their safety. This is a beautiful bathroom, Honey." Bill was pleased with Leigh's remark and he tenderly kissed her.
"Thanks, Sweetheart. You're gonna be one hell of a good Ma. Speakin' o' kids, follow me. We can use this for the kids' bedroom." They left the bathroom and walked a few steps down the hall to a small room with a window overlooking the beach. Bunk beds were set up by the window. The room was painted white.
"I bought the bunk beds, pretty cheap, from another guy at work. I redid the finish on 'em an' they're in real good shape. 'course there's the light fixture in here. We could get a night light if we need it." The room had the same light colored hardwood floor and the white Priscilla curtains as the living room. A light blue throw rug was beside the beds.
"I can picture sea shells on the window sill that the kids would find on the beach." Leigh looked to the right of the bed and saw a small wooden box with a hinged lid.
"You made a toy box! That's good planning, Bill." He grinned,
"We've gotta have a place for their toys." He crossed the room and opened a door,
"Here's the closet."
"It looks great, Honey."
"Now, come see our bedroom." She followed him to the room at the end of the hall. Bill stepped back, allowing her to enter the room first. She saw the beige carpet, a bed, end tables, a dresser with a mirror and a chest of drawers, all in light colored wood.
Beige wallpaper with white sea shells covered the walls. White Priscilla curtains covered a window overlooking the beach. An obviously new white chenille bedspread with small, beige sea shells covered the bed.
"Honey, this room is beautiful! You could do construction professionally." Bill walked up to stand behind Leigh, embracing her. He kissed her neck before replying,
"Thanks, Baby. I wanted to make everythin' look nice, 'specially our bedroom. It took a long time to get this room done, but it's worth it, knowin' ya like it."
"I love it! The bedspread really pulls everything together. Where did you find this lovely wallpaper?"
"The wallpaper came from that paint an' wallpaper store that's close to Ma's and Pop's house.
This room has a closet, too. I shoulda taken some pictures o' this place before we fixed it up. Everythin' was run down, kinda old lookin'. I've gotta admit doin' this kinda work is relaxin' in a way. I like workin' wit' my hands."
"I didn't realize you knew how to do all of these things, plumbing, wiring, hanging wallpaper and doing the floors and the tile in the bathroom."
"I learned real young. Pop would put me an' my brothers to work. He would always say, 'Old enough to eat, old enough to work.' We learned somethin' useful an' it could make money for us, too. I've always known how to make a few extra dollars.
Let me show ya one more thing." Bill took Leigh's hand, leading her to a set of French doors on the opposite side of the room. He opened the door and Leigh walked into a small portion of the yard that was surrounded by a tall white fence.
"This will be great for private sunbathing and we can also use it for a patio." Bill chuckled,
"The guy an' his wife who owned this before I bought it are about 80 years old an' they're nudists. I ain't got a problem wit' that, but, Holy God! No wonder they put up a fence. Nobody needs to see that."
"I have to ask, were they nude when you met them."
"No, thank God!"
After they carried in food and luggage from the car, Leigh fixed supper. While the food cooked, they got everything put away. Leigh ensured that they had a fresh can of coffee. Bill loved coffee and he drank several cups per day.
She asked Bill before they went on their trip about his choice for their anniversary supper. He wanted his favorite dish, spaghetti with one meatball, so she brought homemade pasta and made his favorite gravy (sauce) with Italian sausage. Leigh also had homemade antipasto, homemade garlic bread and she bought a bottle of their favorite red wine.
The table was set with a new tablecloth, yellow and white dishes, silverware, wine glasses and candles placed in antique milk glass candle holders. She lit the candles and Bill helped her serve their meal. He pulled out her chair before sitting down, then he asked the blessing. After supper was over, Guarnere told her,
"Sweetheart, ya done an excellent job wit' the food, as usual. You're like your Ma an' my Ma, one hell of a good cook."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Honey."
"I like seein' you in those pants, Baby. They show off that sweet ass." Leigh was wearing cream colored trousers, a matching short sleeved blouse and sandals. Bill was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black trousers, a belt, socks and shoes.
They washed the dishes together and then they listened to the radio until twilight as Bill smoked a cigarette. A full moon was out. Bill and Leigh decided to take a walk on the beach.
Leigh brought an old blanket to spread out on the sand. Bill had a small picnic basket containing two wine glasses and a small bottle of champagne that was removed from the refrigerator before they walked down the path to the beach. There was enough champagne for each of them to have two glasses.
They held hands and strolled down the wooden walkway to the beach. A full moon was out and the beach, as far as they could see, was vacant. There was no need to carry a flashlight to navigate on the walkway or the beach. The bright moonlight allowed them to see without extra light.
Leigh felt the small box containing Bill's anniversary gift gently striking her left hip through the pocket in her linen trousers. She had the cream colored trouser legs rolled up to her shins to allow herself to easily walk in the sand or wade in the surf.
Two months before their trip, she and Bill were talking while they washed, dried and put away the supper dishes. Bill was talking about a friend with whom he worked.
"Gene was showin' me a present his wife gave him for his birthday. It was a sterlin' silver cigarette lighter. The place where Annie bought it did free engravin', an' she had his initials put on it. It looked real classy. Somethin' like that is probably real expensive."
Leigh took note of his statement, because Bill rarely spoke of material things. He was content to live modestly. Still, she knew him well enough to deduce that the lighter was something he would like to have.
The following day, during her lunch break, Leigh called Teresa at work and asked if the jewelry store had sterling silver cigarette lighters with free engraving.
Teresa told her that the store charged per letter for engraving, but she lowered her voice and told Leigh the name of the jewelry store that did free engraving. Leigh thanked her sister-in-law for her help.
Then, Leigh went to the jewelry store and purchased the lighter. She had Bill's initials on one side. The other side of the silver lighter had the date of their wedding and a message, "I love you."
The clerk placed the lighter in a box and wrapped it in heavy silver colored paper with a white ribbon. After work, when she got home, Leigh hid the gift in a box of tampons, knowing that Bill wouldn't look for a gift in that location.
Leigh sat beside Bill on the blanket, resting her head on his left shoulder. Guarnere had his arms wrapped around her.
"I talked with Maxine Andrews the other day before I left work. They have a new song called "Near You" that's about to be released and I adore it. She began to sing,
"There's just one place for me, near you.
It's like heaven to be near you.
Times when we're apart and I can't face my heart.
Say you'll never stay more than just two lips away.
If my hours could be spent near you.
I'd be more than content near you.
Make my life worthwhile by telling me that I'll spend the rest of my days near you."
"That's beautiful, Baby." He moved his right arm away from holding Leigh so he could get the gift wrapped package out of his right trouser pocket.
"Just so happens that I got a little somethin' for your anniversary present." Guarnere handed her the box.
She unwrapped the small box and lifted the lid, seeing a necklace.
"Honey, it's beautiful! What kind of jewels are on this?"
"Teresa said those are moonstones. I never heard of 'em, but I thought the necklace would look good on ya. The chain is gold. Do you like it, Sweetheart? I can exchange it for somethin' else an' my feelins won't be hurt."
"I love it! You shouldn't have spent so much money. Still, I'll have to admit that I'm glad you did. This necklace will remind me of this beautiful moonlit beach. Would you please put it on for me, Honey?"
"Baby, I wanted ya to have somethin' really nice. You've done so much for me. I wanna let you know I appreciate ya." The manager of the jewelry store allowed Bill to put the necklace on layaway. Bill felt proud that he could buy something nice for Leigh.
Guarnere took the necklace out of the box and kissed Leigh's neck before he carefully fastened the clasp of the necklace. He grinned at her slight shiver when his lips made contact with the soft skin on her neck.
"It looks real nice on ya. Teresa said I could get a gold plated necklace, but I wanted somethin' that would last a long time."
" You're really good at selecting the perfect gift for me." Guarnere smiled when he heard Leigh's comment about his gift selecting skills. She added, "Honey, I know you appreciate me. You've always been very sweet and appreciative."
Then, she removed the small box from her trouser pocket and handed it to him.
"I have something for you, too." Bill unwrapped the box. Lifting the lid, he had a big smile on his face when he saw the lighter. He took the lighter out of the box and saw his initials carved on the front.
"Oh, Baby! Is this sterlin' silver? It looks classy wit' my initials on the front. Thanks, Sweetheart! I never thought I'd have somethin' like this." Leigh was pleased that Bill liked his gift.
"Yes, it's sterling silver. There's something else written on the back of the lighter. Guarnere turned over the lighter, reading the inscriptions.
"You're somethin' else, Leigh. You got the happiest day o' my life put on there. I love you, too, Baby." Bill gave Leigh a passionate kiss. After the kiss ended, she cupped his face in her hands, telling him,
"It's the happiest day of my life, too. We had such a beautiful wedding,everything was perfect, including what you told me at the altar."
"I'll never forget how I felt when I saw ya in your weddin' dress. You looked like a real, live angel. Let's have a toast to our first year as husband an' wife." Bill got the bottle of chilled champagne out of the picnic basket and two wine glasses. He undid the wire around the cork, popped the cork and poured a small serving of champagne into each glass. Then, Bill raised his glass,
"To my sweet, gorgeous baby. Thanks for makin' this date the best day o' my life." Leigh smiled and raised her glass,
"To the love of my life. Thanks for making this date the happiest day of my life. Here's to at least 80 more anniversaries." They gently tapped their glasses together and sipped the champagne.
"This is the same brand of champagne you ordered when you proposed in Paris. I remember its delicious flavor. Where did you find it, Honey?"
"I bought it in that fancy department store. A guy at work told me they started carryin' champagne. I kinda remembered enough o' this stuff's name to tell Julia. Her friend found it in stock an' gave me a real nice discount. I'm glad ya like it, Baby. I wanted it to be somethin' special." Leigh finished the champagne in her glass.
"You're so thoughtful, Bill. This is another perfect night, just like the night you proposed. The weather is perfect and we're in a beautiful place." Guarnere felt pleased that she liked his surprise gift of the French champagne. He finished his serving and asked,
"Would ya like a little more o' this, Sweetheart?" Leigh agreed to another serving and Bill poured more champagne for both of them. They sipped their drinks and cuddled as they watched the waves break on the shore. Leigh was smiling as she recalled their wedding reception.
"More than anything, I will always remember the unbridled joy at our reception. I don't think it was just my imagination. It seemed that everyone there was genuinely celebrating our marriage.
"It wasn't your imagination, Baby. I noticed it, too. We had all that great food, good music and dancin'. I think everybody already knew how much we love each other, an' they were celebratin'. Ma told me the other day, when she saw us dancin' together at the weddin' reception, she told Pop that their prayers had been answered. That was a sweet thing for her to say."
"What Mama said was very sweet. I think part of the reason people were celebrating was because the outcome could have been much worse had you not been so tough and determined to live. I still thank God for allowing you to survive." Guarnere carefully placed his wine glass on the blanket, ensuring that it wouldn't spill.
He gently took the glass from Leigh's hand, carefully setting it down and he wrapped his arms around her. Bill tenderly kissed her.
"I married an angel, ain't no doubt about it. He's why I made it, an' you played a big part in gettin' me healthy again. I don't think I could ever do enough to pay ya back for everythin' ya done for me." He gave her a tender kiss that turned passionate. After the kiss ended, Leigh replied,
"Honey, you don't owe me anything. There's no need to pay me back. If you insist on paying me back, you can do it in the bedroom and you can pay me back with some sweet babies when we're ready to start a family. Think of how much fun we'd have taking the kids to play on this beach. We could have a picnic, swim, gather sea shells and make sand castles." Guarnere smiled, imagining playing with their children.
"That would be real nice, bringin' our kids here. I don't think I'll resell this house for a few years so we can enjoy it as a family. Baby, I like that idea o' payin' ya back in the bedroom. I'm always willing' to make love to my beautiful an' sexy angel."
"I'm tempted to wade in the ocean. Would you like to come with me?"
"I'm not tryin' to be your boss, but wadin' in the ocean at night ain't a good idea. I've always heard that the sharks get a little closer to the shore at night. I don't want nothin' bad happenin' to my angel." Leigh slightly shivered at the notion of being attacked by a shark.
"Thanks for telling me, Honey. I didn't know that. No wading at night for me. If I'm attacked or eaten, I want you to be the one attacking or 'eating' me, so to speak." Bill chuckled,
"You little fireball." They decided to go back to the house. Leigh folded up the blanket and carefully placed the champagne glasses and the champagne into the basket. Bill once again insisted upon carrying the blanket and basket. They walked hand in hand to the house.
Leigh decided to move two of the dining room chairs to the fenced in area outside their bedroom. While Bill used the bathroom, she decided to put the blanket on the ground, next to one of the chairs. She had a small surprise in mind for Bill.
Once his business was finished in the bathroom, Guarnere washed his hands and went into the kitchen. He offered to wash the champagne glasses and put them away. Leigh told him to let it go until the following day, but he insisted on taking care of the task.
"Honey, when you get finished, meet me in the yard outside our bedroom."
"Sounds like ya got somethin' planned, Baby." She winked before telling him,
"I have a little...entertainment planned for us."
Leigh took this moment to go to the bedroom and put on the black lace bra, the black lace bolero bed jacket, garter belt and stockings with which she surprised him in Paris. She also inserted her diaphragm and decided to forego wearing the see-through black silk panties, recalling how much Bill enjoyed seeing her with the black lace garter belt and the black silk stockings, minus the panties.
Then, she put on her black high heeled pumps, touched up her lipstick and brushed her hair. She opened the French doors, leaving them open for Bill. Leigh quickly spread the blanket on the ground.
She decided to stand by the edge of the blanket, ensuring that Bill would see her as soon as he walked through the French doors. The thought of making love outdoors fueled her passion. Leigh heard Bill walking down the hall.
"I got everythin' done an' I wanna see what ya got planned for us." He stepped through the open French doors and saw Leigh beneath the full moon. Guarnere froze in his tracks as an extremely wicked grin appeared on his face.
"Oh, Christ! You look so fuckin' gorgeous. I love that outfit." He looked again and noticed her panties were missing. Guarnere walked over, standing in front of her. He removed his shirt, letting it fall on the blanket.
"Baby, I love seein' that beautiful pussy. There's somethin' extra hot about bein' outside like this." He pulled Leigh close to him and they shared an extremely passionate kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair while Bill gently held her ass in his hands. He reluctantly broke the kiss and stretched out on the blanket.
"C'mon over here, an' lower yourself down so I can taste that sweet pussy." Leigh's legs shook slightly as she complied. She was aroused beyond reason and she remembered how good it felt the when they did this on their honeymoon in Columbus, Ohio.
Bill's tongue licked the lips of her sex as he worked his way up to her clit. Then, his lips surrounded her clit and he gently sucked on it. In a few minutes, Leigh shivered as she came. She did her best to keep quiet since she didn't know if anyone was walking on the beach. He continued making love to her with his lips and tongue as she rode out her climax.
Leigh moved to sit on the blanket. Bill sat up, pulling her close to him.
"Seems to me that you're still wearin' too many clothes, Sweetheart." He unfastened the black lace strapless bra, allowing it to fall on the blanket.
"That's better. I love to see all o' you." Guarnere caressed Leigh's breasts, giving special attention to her hard nipples, alternating between licking and sucking them. Leigh whispered into his ear,
"Your baby needs a good, hard fucking." Bill slightly groaned, hearing her reply. He helped her stand and then he got up to stand beside her.
"Ya know what that does to me, hearin' you say that. How 'bout you bend over an' hold on to that chair." Leigh quickly followed his advice. She was extremely wet and ready.
Bill stood behind her.
"Seein' your sweet ass in the moonlight is drivin' me crazy. You oughta be a nudist, at least around here. I don't wanna share my sexy angel wit' anybody else."
"I don't want anybody else to see me. I'm all yours, Honey." Bill unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them and his boxer shorts low enough so he could make love to her.
Guarnere guided himself into Leigh, groaning at the feel of her wet sex engulfing him.
"I love how you're always ready for me. Feels so damn good!"
Then, he gripped her hips and began thrusting slowly into her. Leigh backed up against him, urging him to go deeper and faster. She could help but moan as he filled her. This was her favorite position for love making.
Guarnere eagerly picked up the pace. He wanted to go slower and make it last longer, but speeding up felt so incredibly good. He had no desire to slow down.
Both Bill and Leigh got more vocal with their sounds of pleasure. Leigh shuddered as a small orgasm passed. Soon, a bigger orgasm built. In a few minutes, she cried out as it overtook her. Guarnere felt her contracting around his cock. His thrusting got deeper and slightly off rhythm. He had an explosive orgasm, calling out,
"Fuck, yes!" He withdrew from Leigh and sat in the empty chair, pulling her onto his lap. Bill held her close, kissing her.
"You're so damn good."
"Thanks, Honey. I have a very good teacher. You're amazing."
"Do ya think ya might go around naked out here again before we go home? I like makin' love outdoors." Leigh grinned,
"Oh, definitely! As long as I get results like this, I'd gladly strip in this area. How about trying this during the day?"
"I like the way you think, Baby. How 'bout we get cleaned up an' go to bed? We need to get that room kinda broken in later, if ya know what I mean."
"Great minds think alike, Honey. I'm all for it." Bill put on his boxer shorts and trousers. He picked up his shirt and Leigh's lingerie. She took the blanket inside. They both took a bath, not together since the bathtub wasn't big enough and went to bed. Leigh kept her promise and they had some erotic adventures outdoors in the sunlight.
On their way home to South Philadelphia, Bill chuckled,
"It's a good thing I ain't in the Army now. One o' the guys, probably Luz, would see me in the shower an' say somethin' about having' a sun tan on my ass." Leigh laughed,
"I'd have to explain my all over sun tan. No regrets, though. We need to go to the shore again before it gets too cold for outdoor activities."
"Baby, that all over tan is super sexy. Thanks for the sterlin' silver lighter. That's all I'm usin' from now on."
"You welcome, Bill. Thanks for this lovely necklace. These moonstones will also remind me of making love outdoors. Thanks for buying and renovating the house."
"I'm glad ya like it, Sweetheart. If I kept the house long enough, ya might be a nudist like the older lady who used to live there."
"Who would want to see an old, naked lady?"
"When I get old, I still wanna see you naked." They both laughed and then continued talking on the way home.
"How 'bout we get started on makin' a baby when we get home?"
"I like the sound of that idea, Bill. I'm ready to start our family." Both Bill and Leigh hoped that a baby would soon be on the way.
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Joe Liebgott
âYou Nervous?â
Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicatedâŚuntil it wasnât and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.
A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF
This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls â¤ď¸ hope you like it Nat!
*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*
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You werenât the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.
It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.
Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.
Easy accepted you as one of their ownâŚexcept for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a âbroad,â as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.
You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.
They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there
"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"
"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.
"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.
"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.
"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joeâs neck.
âLieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.â Doc added.
âYeah, no thanks, Doc, Iâm good.â Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.
âJoe, I wasnât askinâ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then youâll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ainât got enough hands to help ya.â Doc said sternly.
Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.
You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.
âWhat the fuck are you doinâ?â He asked harshly.
âI was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?â You ask.
âOh, I donât know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckinâ Krauts!â He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.
âOk well then letâs get this fixed, shall we?â You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.
You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.
âAck! THAT HURT!â He barked.
âIf youâd hold still, it wouldnât hurt as much!!âYou bit back.
You were over his childish behavior towards you.
âJust get it over with.â He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.
You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didnât need to stitch it, that wouldâve been hell for both of you with his attitude.
âThere. Youâre good.â
âFantastic.â He replied without a thank you.
He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.
The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadnât dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadnât been with Easy Company then, so this would be the first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,
âHey! Get a load of this!â Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.
Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his neck. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.
Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.
ââŚWoah.â Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.
âNot bad, eh, Lieb?â Tab teased.
He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.
The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.
âMay I have this dance?â He asked politely with a slight bow.
Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.
âMaybe the next song.â You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.
âCome on, doll, ainât no time like the present, right?â He insisted yanking you be the arm to the dance floor.
Liebgottâs clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.
âHey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?â
Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.
âYeah, why?â
âWell, you look a littleâŚpissed.â Toye said plainly.
âWell, I ainât.â Joe retorted.
He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldnât find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.
He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.
âYou said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!â He said.
âFine, just this once.â You accepted.
You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so youâd keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.
âNow if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to go back to my-â you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.
âOh we ainât done here, honey.â He declared.
You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.
âGet your meat hooks off of me.â You warned through clenched teeth.
âOr what?â He mocked.
âOr youâll have half of Easy raining down on you.â
You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squaring up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.
âCome on, guys, thereâs enough ladies here to go around, why canât I have a little fun with this one?â
âBecause she donât wanna have fun with you.â Joe shot back, âLet her go.â
The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.
âEnjoy the rest of your evening.â Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.
Suddenly you feel Joeâs hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.
âWhat the fuck is the matter with you??â He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.
âExcuse me?â
âYou fuckinâ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That guy couldâve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.â He lectured.
âHow do you know how much Iâve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who Iâm interacting with anyway?â You returned crossing your arms.
Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger started to elevate in his chest.
âIf I wasnât watching out for you, you wouldâve gotten yourself into some real shit.â
He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.
His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.
âYou nervous?â Joe questioned.
Your breath caught in your throat.
â-no.â You breathed.
He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.
The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.
âI think you are.â He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.
Your eyelashes fluttered, âWh-what are you doing?â You managed to ask.
His thumb stroked your cheek, âAdmiring the view.â
You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.
âI thought you hated me?â
He brushed his nose against yours, âNo. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.â
âThen why-â
Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.
You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack your jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.
You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.
âWhat are you doinâ doll?â He asked with a devilish grin.
âI really donât know but-â you pull him in again, bringing his earlobe gently between your teeth then whisper, âwe canât stop now.â
âLetâs get outta here.â Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.
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You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. You kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.
When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping heâd chase youâŚwhich he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.
You seductively crawled over to the edge of the bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.
âQuit teasinâ.â Joe purred.
âOr what?â You ask looking up at him through your lashes.
A joker like smile appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.
âYouâre asked for it, sweeheart.â He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.
His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head then sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.
He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.
âPlease, Lieb.â You beg.
âJoe.â He corrected.
You look at him.
âI want to hear you scream my name a hundred times before the end of the night.â He growled.
You beam at him, âPlease, Joe.â
He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.
âI really did a number on you, didnât I?â He goaded.
All you could do was smile coyly.
He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.
âJesus Christ, Y/F/N.â
âPlease, Joe.â You implore quietly in his ear.
This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.
He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.
âJoeâŚâ youâd moan, spurring him on to go harder.
âYeah, sweetheart, say it again.â
âMy God, JoeâŚâ
He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.
âRight there, JoeâŚkeep goinâ.â You lament.
âYeah? Let it go, baby.â He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.
âOhâŚmy GOD, JOE!â You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.
He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.
He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of you breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.
After a moment, you decided to break the silence.
âThat wasâŚwow.â
Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.
âCouldnât have said it better myself, sweetheart.â
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SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.
beautiful, tragic // craving humanity
youâre like humanity, drowninâ in vanity, craving humanity
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SUMMARY: In the late hours of the night â all either of them want is to feel human again in a way only the other can elicit.
WARNINGS: explicit sexual content in a church no less so uh ⌠my fault fr. difficult company gc i know i joked abt this before but i really didnât think it'd get this far.
DEDICATIONS: to dove, for helping me pick this chapterâs title! xx
Daisy heads inside a little soon after that, to enlisted men sleeping in pews, a handful of the NCOs and officers unaccounted for, her lips still tingling and her face a little flushed as she sinks into the seat to resume letter writing, Liebgott sliding in and slumping in the pew to get some sleep.
She writes about vague snow-covered villages, and beautiful choirs, and about how sheâs learning a lot so far from home.
Itâs easy to work around censoring in this case â unless whoever censors their mail is also reading it for leisure. R says heâs doing fine. Donât know how much he writes home, unfortunately. Thereâs a lot she could say, but some things are better said in person and thereâs the embarrassing fact that even though Ron admitted to being hers, she, stupidly, didnât say it back.
She really ought to say it.
Thereâs a sharp tap to her shoulder and she snaps her gaze up. The mask is back on, his piercing gaze boring into her but her heart just flutters a little in response. Next to her, Joe snores, tucked into Chuck, whoâs leaned up against Talbert, like three kids at a slumber party.
âThe Mother has a spot for you. Proper bed,â Looking at the Bible sheâs using as a lap desk, he then adds, âProper desk.â
âReal five star treatment then, huh?â She shoves the paper into her pocket and rises to her feet. He rolls his eyes a bit at the remark, she doesnât miss the way the corner of his lip twitches like heâs biting back a smile.
âNo room service though, staff shortages.â He starts walking out of the main room and sheâs right beside him, just slightly behind.
âDamn, and here I was hoping youâd wait on me hand and foot,â He raises a brow at her, but doesnât remark on it. They head down a hallway and round a corner. She looks over at him. âWhat? No quick remaââ
Sheâs cut off by Ron pressing his lips to hers again. His hands wrap around her waist and pull her into him, moving closer to the wall to shroud them in the dark. Daisy cups his face in her hands, kissing him back all the same, that fire lighting in her veins again. She feels⌠alive like this, in his arms, drinking in his heat. It's dizzying. Itâs hard to imagine her desirable like this, with tangled hair and sallow skin â but he makes her feel less hollow, more human. Ron pulls away, but doesnât let go of her, and their breaths mingle in the quiet.
âSo is there actually a bed or do you plan to have your way with me in a hallway?â Itâs a half jest, she lets her palm smooth out against the roughness of his cheek and she doesnât miss the way he leans into it almost eagerly.
âThere is a bed, and Iâm not planning on anything. Just wasnât done kissing you.â He turns and kisses her palm once, and then the inside of her wrist, lifting up to lace their fingers and pulling her closer into his side. Still, electricity crackles between the two of them and sheâs tingling all over, face flushed and heart beating a little quicker as they approach the door. She wants to kiss him again, feel human again, in a way that doesnât involve tears or pain or grief. She wants his hands, and his lips, and his eyes on her. He only lets go of her hand when they reach the door, and she opens it tentatively, stepping into the dim candlelight.
Itâs a small room â a single bed tucked in the corner, a cross hung above it, a small desk with a bible, a lit candle, and a picture of what she assumes is one of the Saints overlooking it. The door clicks shut behind them, she hears Ron clear his throat.
âThe Mother figured youâd want⌠a private spot. To sleep. They changed the sheets, but if thereâs anything youââ
It takes two steps to turn around and crash her lips into his, hands pulling him towards her by the webbing. Although he stumbles back until he hits the door with a gentle thump, his hands find her hips, fingers digging in to leave their mark on her skin through her layers. Ron returns her kiss, mouth moving in time with hers. She exhales as she pulls away, barely, close enough to feel his breath on her face.
âWasnât done kissing you,â She parrots. Were it not for the frigid air and the interruption of Liebgott and the others, she couldâve kissed him for days out there. Ron just smirks, giving her hips a squeeze.
âSo kiss me.â He challenges. He doesnât need to tell her twice.
Itâs⌠less swift than the first, more needy than the second â firm, his body curves to the shape of hers, fingers weaving in her hair as she pulls him closer by the waist. She feels a surge of confidence at that â knowing sheâs not the only impatient one here, feeling his body shudder when she fiddles with the buckle holding his webbing together. She feels alive, more awake than she has in weeks.
On the most basic level, he wants her. On a much more intimate level, he always has.
Daisy pulls away, looks him in the eye. His pupils are dilated and she knows her own face is flushed.
âDo you have somewhere to be?â She asks, breathless.
âAre you asking me to stay?â Daisy nods, and Ronâs brows furrow for a moment. âSay it.â He looks over her face, in that analytical way he does. No catch here, she canât help but smile the smallest bit, that I can promise.
âI want you to stay, Ron.â Stay tonight, stay tomorrow, stay until youâre sick of me, just stay.
He brings his mouth back to hers â forceful enough for her to stumble, but he grabs her by the hips, walking her backwards. Somewhere along the line thereâs the gentle thump of him shedding his bags, his webbing, her own bag falling to the floor, between broken kisses that resume with fervor and the heavy panting between them. Itâs a little like fumbling in the dark, groping at his arms, his hair, to keep him close. Her brain is fuzzy, consumed by the warmth of him and his hands grabbing at whatever they can â her thigh, her hip, her ass, cupping her face or his thumb running across her lip anytime they separate. She falls backward unceremoniously when the mattress hits the back of her knees.
She props herself up on her elbows, looks up at him. He undoes his scarf and sheds his jacket on the floor. She backs up and lets him crawl on top of her on this bed, his palms on either side of her head, holding himself up. How long had he wanted her under him like this? How long had she wanted to be under him? She didnât have an answer.
Out of the cold, into the warmth.
âWe should probably stop,â she mutters as her hand reaches up to caress his face â palm brushing against the rough stubble, running her thumb over his bottom lip and feeling his hot breath against her palm.
âDo you want to stop?â He asks, more breathless than sheâs ever seen him. The top two buttons of his shirt are open, exposing a bit of his neck and collarbones to her. The entirety of him is undone in a way sheâs never seen â lips a little red from her kisses, hair even messier from her fingers, the bulge in his pants apparent everytime he so much as shifts against her. A sense of pride swells in her chest.
âNo. I donât.â She whispers, spreading her legs a bit further to accommodate him â as much as she can on the bed.
âHave you ever..?â Daisy nods, her face flushing for a moment. Sheâd never told him that before.
âOnce with Arthur before we broke up. Couple times in college. Iâm not big on one-nights.â Ron raises a curious brow at that.
âAnd thisâŚâ he begins.
âYou are more than just a one-night, Ronald.â Ron gives her a wolfish grin as he lowers to his elbows, slotted neatly between her hips, lips and nose brushing against hers.
âDamn right I am.â He mutters. Daisy laughs and rolls her eyes, as Ron brings his mouth back onto hers. Thereâs a bit of fumbling with pants and buckles, frantic untying of boots and trying to just get the necessary garments out of the way. His hand finds its way into her underwear at some point, and Daisy bites hard on that exposed bit of collarbone when his fingers circle her bundle of nerves with precision, desperate to be quiet as he touches her in ways that have her keening into his palm.
He fumbles with the condom and she fails to withhold a snort but Ron smiles at her in a way that makes her stomach flip more than the act itself.
Daisy thinks she could get drunk off the sound of his quiet sigh when he eases into her. She wraps her legs around his waist to keep him there, he presses his forehead to her own and wastes no time in pulling out before thrusting back into her with a suppressed groan.
Itâs a little desperate, just needing him as close as she can get him â her hips rolling to meet his, trying to find a rhythm that works for both of them. The thump of the headboard, as soft as it is, is the only thing grounding her in reality. At some point his fingers go back to circling her clit harshly and sheâs undone more of his buttons to kiss and bite where no one else can see. He whispers her name like a prayer â she thinks thatâs almost enough to send her over the edge on its own.
âSay it again,â she pleads, her own voice barely above a whisper. âMyâ my name. Say itââ
âDaisy.â Ron groans into her neck, with a roll of his hips that leaves her gasping and biting her lip to suppress it, wrapping her arms and legs around him tighter. Heâs kissing her neck and her cheek all over like heâs fighting back the urge to bite.
âGod, right there Ron,â Daisy pants, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling slightly for him to lift his head, turning to look at him. She brings her mouth back to his as he repeats the motion. With each roll of his hips he swallows a noise that would otherwise get them caught.
When she finishes, itâs with a trembling sigh silenced by his lips and Ron quickly chases his own release after that. She muffles his groan with her lips again when he hits his release, and he falls onto her, spent, caging her body with his, both of them panting in the silence. Ron tilts his head to look at her, and she smiles at the flush on his face, the hair sticking to his forehead.
She leans forward to bump their noses. Ron chuckles.
âYouâre unreal.â
âSo Iâve been told.â
Ron quirks a brow, amused, pulling out and sitting on the edge of the bed to roll the condom off and dispose of it in the wastebin, tucking himself back into his pants, before running a hand up her calf. He stops at her bent knee, presses a kiss to it, then moves to grab her pants and underwear by the waistbands. Sheâs never felt prettier. Daisy finds herself grinning a bit at the bite marks littering the small portion of his exposed chest.
âBy who? Lift up.â He asks. She lifts her hips, lets him slide her pants and underwear up and over.
âYou. In Holland,â She moves a bit on the mattress to let him slide back into place. Ron grabs her, and shifts so theyâre a tangle of limbs on the twin, and sheâs practically half on top of him. She looks up at him, from her new spot on his chest. âYou asked me if I was a dream.â
âPretty fair question that night, I think,â he mutters, fingers grazing her cheek. âYou were holding my hand. Put your jacket around me.â
âYou were shivering.â
âWell,â he leans forward to kiss the crown of her head. âIâm not anymore.â Daisy smiles, heart swelling a bit as she looks over his face. She almost wishes she had a camera to capture it â the softness in his eyes, the content half-smile, the flush to his face. Beautiful. She doesnât have a camera, so she opts for lifting a hand to drag her fingertips over his brow, down the bridge of his nose and over all his sharp edges, not missing the way his face seems to flush darker and he leans into it.
âMe neither,â she murmurs in agreement, staring at him for a few, long moments, biting her lip. âAnd I⌠meant what I said. About⌠thisâ us⌠not being a one time thing and I know we kind of talked about it outside butâŚâ she takes a measured breath, sitting up a little straighter to look him in the eye. âIâm yours, Ron. I just⌠I wanted you to hear it.â
For a moment he says nothing, staring at her with that same sort of soft expression. Then he lifts a hand, tucking some of the strands of her hair back, and nodding once.
âIâll take my time next time,â he says with a smirk, and before she has a chance to swat at him, heâs messing with the covers to get them both under them and coaxing her back onto his chest. âAnd⌠I like the sound of it. Mine. Us. Sounds about right.â
The statement makes her heart skip a beat, the way he says it so casually, and she has to remind herself that heâs been dealing with his feelings for a long while. She still smiles at that, wrapping her arms around his middle, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat against her ear.
Tomorrow, they would start the long ride home to Mourmelon, and there would be a mountain of things to face â the dead, the living, the wounded, letters from home, all which has snowballed since they set out for Bastogne in December. But if Ronâs arm wrapping around her and keeping her close is indicative of anything: she isnât alone in the matter, and for tonight, thatâs more than enough.
And for the first time in a long time, itâs a comfortable and inviting sleep that overtakes her, as his heartbeat lulls her into a sense of security sheâs only ever known with him.
#fic // sad beautiful tragic#ronald speirs fic#ronald speirs x oc#ronald speirs smut#band of brothers oc#band of brothers fic#ron speirs x oc#ron speirs fic#hbo war oc#hbo war fic
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a little love, a little sympathy
@sledgefuweek for the Prompt âScar"
can also be found on Ao3
Merriel got himself a new scar from work. Eugene tried to cope.
TW: Explicit sexual content. WC: 1939 words that haven't undergone peer review (aka beta-reading) but are probably good enough to publish
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THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY - CHAPTER 8
Summary: Joel and you have a steamy night in an abandoned mall and awake to uninvited guests. Decisions have to be made and hearts have to be broken in order for humanity to survive. This is the last chapter of the series.
A/N It's been hard writing this since its linking three different stories (two of which are now finished and posted on this Tumblr (Stars Too Far and The Raven and The Firefly) with intricate plot and characters in completely different worlds. This story was not originally mine. I just ran with a loose plot and character development outlines that a friend gave me who has been having a rough time, health wise and mentally, but didn't want the story to stop. They will be back to write the final chapter. Even I don't know what that series will hold as how she just gave me very specific notes as to what certain characters had to do in this series to make the next make sense. So I'll be reading along just like the rest of you. I thank you for your patience if there was a vibe change between Stars Too Far (which they wrote) and The Raven and The Firefly) mostly of which I wrote. I did my best.
I did talk to them and ask if they had any requests for this final chapter of The Raven and The Firefly and they said, "Just write the last few paragraphs listening to the song, "The House That Heaven Built" by Japandroids and I think if credits rolled after that last line, that song would fit. I hope I did this work justice.
Enjoy. Cause that's all we got.
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY MASTER LIST
STARS TOO FAR SERIES MASTER LIST
There was a clink that jolted Joel out of his sleep. It was as silent as a mouse rustling but his senses knew it wasnât a man-made noise. He jolts upright in the department store bed, wildly scanning the area but sees nothing but grey shadows of mannequins and forgotten islands of racked clothes. You crack open your eyes and rub your face as he slowly reaches down and cautiously grabs the shotgun next to the bed.
âWh-whats going on? You groan as you rub your eyes sleepily.
Joel firmly holds a stiff finger to his lips to signal you to be silent. Your eyes grow wide, suddenly realizing that the two of you are not alone.
âCome out!â Joel calls out, his voice echoing through the abandoned department store, aiming the rifle randomly around in hopes to train the intruder in his sights.
âNot bad tasteâŚâ A womanâs voice calls out. Joel jerks his rifle towards the sound with a wild heartbeat and panting breath as Peli steps out from behind a clothing rack, toying playfully with the shards of the clothing the two of you had ripped off of each other the night before.
âYouâve been following us.â Joel says, sternly aiming his glare down the barrel of the rifle.
âOh, honey,â Peli nonchalantly discards the clothing as she steps confidently forward, âEveryone has been following the two of you.â
âThe Fireflies?â Joel questions.
âFireflies, her Daddy, and a good part of the universe.â Peli smiles showing a grin missing a tooth.
âI donât believe in any of that space travel crap. Youâre all part of a cult.â Joel hisses. You look hurtfully at Joel but his stone stature doesnât falter from his aim on Peli.
âReally?â Pelly swarths. âSo how could we do this?â
A form pops up from behind a clothing rack and a blast of light flashes from, what appears to be a gun in his hand and blows Joel back onto the floor.
âNO!â You scream as you leap to his side and crouch, frantically trying to help Joel from what you thought would be a bullet wound. But it appears to be more of a burn around a puncture wound. Itâs like nothing youâve seen before.
Peli walks up, unbothered, and towers over you, looking calmly down to Joel who is writhing in pain and grappling with consciousness.
âDonât worry, darlinâ. Heâs got this.â She sing-songs as if itâs an everyday occurrence as her head nods back to the form that shot Joel. The form walks up and stands over Joel. You look up, see a weapon that is smoking that doesnât look quite like a gun, then gaze up further to see Poe Dameron shadowing you and Joel.
âDad?â You whimper in disbelief.
��âŚâŚâŚ.
Joel awakens in searing pain on one of the beds in the department store. He reaches to grasp his shot shoulder but Peli shoos his fingers away from touching it.
âAh-ah! Donât touch.â She slaps Joelâs hand away and looks over to Poe who is preparing a grey patch that looks like a bandaid soaked in gelatinous liquid.
âAre you gonna kill me? Or torture me and kill me?â Joel sputters out.
âOh, honey, neither!â Peli sings, âYouâre gonna be right as rain in a few minutes. Just you wait!â
Poe walks up to Joel with the dripping bandage,
âI fucking trusted youâŚâ Joel snareles animalistically, remembering how he had stuck his neck out to give Poe a job on his crew before the outbreak.
âAnd you still can.â Poe says pulling away Joelâs ripped t-shirt to put the patch on his wound. The cool feel of the bandage eased Joelâs mind for a moment then he realized there was a tingling and that his mind was a bit too at ease. However, he couldnât spit out the words to explain it as he looked up at Poe who stood over him, gentle faced and merely watching.
âThere. Not so bad right?â Poe said pulling off the patch from his wound.
Joel sat up, still feeling a bit out of it, but was astounded and almost terrified when he looked at his shoulder and there was no wound, no scar, it was as if it had never happened.
âWh-what was that?â Joel gently stroked his fingers over where his wound should be.
âThat was Bacta.â Poe stood up and began putting away the medical kit. âIt can cure your outbreak if you catch it fast enough. Iâm willing to give you millions of tons of these patches for my daughter.â
âYou want me to exchange her for the cure?â Joel rasps, his voice wavering, heartbroken.
âIâm giving you a choice. Thatâs more than what I had. But if she doesnât come with me her brother will find her and kill her.â Poe says sternly.
âWhy should I believe that this isnât just a ruse? Some elaborate magic trick of your fucking cult?â Joel croaks.
âBecause you thought of her as nothing but a crazy girl living in the landfill and you traveled across numerous states to get her to me. Well, Iâm here. Just a little earlier than expected. Iâm offering you more of these patches if you let us slip away quietly, under the radar⌠so she can live. And in exchange, your world can live. Save one life and save billions. This is a win/win for you.â Poe had rehearsed that speech hundreds of times, but as he stared at Joel, he recognized his words cut into Joelâs soul as much as Poe had felt when having to leave his daughter behind. There was a long moment as Joelâs face turned to a despair he tried to strangle into submission.
âGive me a minute.â Joel mumbled as he hesitated with weight then walked away with his heavy thoughts
He finds you putting your hand in a fish tank with no live fish in it. They all float dead at the top.
âHey Joel!â You call to him, âZOMBIE FISH!â Joel waits for you to finish, which makes you more uncomfortable than usual.
âHey⌠you didnât even pretend to laughâŚâ You say uneasily as you approach him.
âYour Father is here.â Joel chokes out.
You perk up. âMy Dad is here?â You try to push out the door to find him but Joel grabs you.
âWaitâŚâ Joel looks down at the floor and breathes as you stare, wide eyed and confused, âHe wants you to go with him. If you do, then he will give me enough of something called âbacta patchesâ that will stop the outbreak Enough for the entire world. And Iâve seen it work.â Joel raises his head and tears are welling in his eyes.
âWell, you can come too.â You meekly say as more of a question than a statement.
Joelâs tears fell as he shook his head.
âI canât go with you.â
âSure you can⌠you just follow us.â You state with a shivering voice.
âI have to stay here, baby girl.â He angles your face towards his with his thick forefinger and thumb.
âI donât want to go without you.â
âIâll find you.â Joel holds back his sadness. âBut you have to go with them. At least for now.â
You and Joel turn to look at Poe and Pelli. Poe holds out his arms welcoming you. You look up to Joel with watery eyes.
âI wonât leave you.â You whisper as you adamantly hug him. Joel tries to remain stiff but it wasnât any use. He folds his arms around you and leans his head down into your hair and holds you tight as he cries quietly.
âAmeo,â Poe calls to you, âItâs time to go.â
You look up to Joel with eyes as wide as outer space and it breaks Joels heart. He walks you over to Poe.
âDadâŚâ You say quietly as you urgently hug him and cry. He holds you, falls to his knees, then holds your crying face out from his and inspects you in disbelief.
âI never thought Iâd see you again, mi corazon.â He wrapped his arms around you so tight you felt like he could breathe for you. You felt safe again.
When your embrace ended you both slowly stood up, looked to Joel and Peli and nodded.
âWill you walk us to our ship and I will exchange the bacta shipment to you.â
Joel nodded.
They walked outside of the mall. Joel had expected to see a truck, a tank, maybe a beat up plane at best. However, what he took in was like nothing he had seen before.
It was a giant metal contraption with enormous engines on each long wing. Poe clicked a button on a bracelet he wore around his arm and a loading bay ramp slowly opened and dusted itself into a locked position on the ground.
Poe embraced your face, âSay goodbye to Joel.â He whispered to you solumnley then walked into the ship.
âWh-What is that?â Joel stammered, pointing meekly at the ship.
âFind me.â You say, cupping Joelâs face. âYou. Find. Me.â you instruct sternly. âBecause I will be looking for you until you do.â
Joelâs eyes search your face wildly. The only response he can muster is to kiss you wildly and hold you close.
âI will find you. No matter where you are. I will find you.â he whispers to you.
Robotic beings drag masses of cargo boxes out of the ship and leave them in the field. Poe saunters from the ship slowly to Joel who hunkers, defeated in the long grass of the field, staring and not sure what to make of everything.
âYouâre a good man, Joel Miller.â Poe slowly reaches his hand out to Joel to shake it. Joel looks down at it then up at him.
âWhatâs going to happen to her?â Joel asks, almost begging in his beaten down state.
âJoel, you lost a daughter. You know how hard that is. Today youâve returned a daughter to her father. I wish I could have you feel what Iâm feeling.â Â
Joel shakes his head, tears falling as he crumpled down into the grass amongst the giant metal cargo boxes filled with the cure for the outbreak. âI donât feel it.â
âSheâs going to help me find her mother and brother. Youâve reunited a family.â Poe states.
âI donât feel like I did.â Joel shanks his head.
âFeelings arenât what keeps people alive. So you need to ask yourself, what are you going to do with all that bacta that could save your planet?â
They stare stone faced at each other for a moment, then Poe turns and leaves Joel on his knees in the grassy field as he enters the ship with you stumbling and staring sadly back at him. The ramp closes with a mechanical whine and thud.
The giant engines fire up a bright blue flame and exert a hot wind as the ship takes off into the sky, leaving Joel kneeling in the field with the cure to the infected next to him in giant steel boxes. But he still felt as if he had lost everything.
"I will find you." His mind raced over and over as he cowered, broken in the grassy field.
FIN
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May I request a first time ( smut ) with band of brothers characters x reader.
BoB reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+) pt. 1
*gn reader*
Genre: romance, smut, fluff
Warnings : intercourse, asphyxiation, dirty talk, edging, fingering, oral, pure FILTH đŤŁ
Description: The BoB guys reaction to doing *it* with you for the first time
Lewis Nixon
He has been anticipating this exact scenario for a WHILE now, he would be soft at first, and then slowly become more rough (not in a bad rough tho) âYouâre so good at making me like this, dollâ In a breathy voice OMG, heâs a bit of a tease during foreplay, putting his mouth to good work, just before you came he would pull away, âYou can only cum on my cock, okay baby?â He loves the idea of edging you âTell me how bad you want itâ before putting it in, he loves making you beg for it, he would catch you off guard, ramming his cock into you, giving you little to no time to adjust to his size, âY/n you feel so good baby, you know that?â âYou were made for me baby, your hole was made for meâ He is one HELL of a dirty talker omg. He makes you get so close before pulling back, over and over until you are begging him to let you cum, âCum doll, for meâ He would pick up his speed like never before just to see you come undone all over him. After, he would be so sweet and apologize if he took it too far, âI love you, let me know if I made you uncomfortable at allâ He would probably order take out for you guys and he would be so cute for you the whole entire night.
Joe toye
He is SO ready for this moment. Just imagine, him grabbing you by your neck/jaw and kissing you passionately. Heâs so rough and passionate but if you tell him to slow down or stop he will immediately, SUCH A DIRTY TALKER OMG, he will literally mutter out the most filthiest things ever and he loves seeing your reaction, âDo you like my cock baby, You like it when I fuck you? Huh, doll?â AHHH âCome on baby, you wanna cum? You can do itâ He loves when you scream his name, he just loves hearing your moans in general. I also think he would like eye contact, like he loves looking into your eyes as you cum. He would keep his hand around your neck lightly to make sure you canât move your head away from him, âEyes on me, dollâ Afterwards he just wraps his whole body around you and kisses you all over he probs falls asleep like immediately after though bc you wore him OUTTT
Joe Liebgott
Heâs so gentle with your body, definitely takes his time exploring all of your hips and curves, kissing and leaving marks all over your body. He would take care of you so well, whatever you want heâll give it to you, foreplay would also be like, so amazing with him, He would take his time pleasing you out until you were literally begging him to fuck you. âYou like that baby? How good does it feel baby, tell me. â I think he wouldnât shy away from telling you how good youâre making him feel too, âFuck, you feel so fucking good, dollâ Heâs so passionate and rough but also gentle? He definitely would talk you through it the whole time. âYou can cum baby, you got itâ, he would make SURE you cum more then once the whole time, after he would be so sleepy and cute with you, âI love you so much doll, you know that right?â He would be so vulnerable and soft afterwards đ
Bill Guarnere
Oh boy. Iâm praying for you bae. This man would be giving you the time of your LIFE, he would make you feel so fun and wild the whole night, he wouldnât waste time sucking on your neck and chest while fiddling with your underwear. He would touch you exactly where you need him and this man would be AMAZING at foreplay, literally touching you until you are pleading for him to fuck you. Heâs rough and slow at first, heâd be so firm and strong, after awhile though he would pick up the pace and literally fuck the life out of you, I think he would also talk you through it the whole time, saying a mixture of filthy and sweet things to you all at once omg, âI love fucking you y/n, God you feel so damn goodâ I think he would call out your name as he finishes omg. He would make you cum at LEAST 2 times before you guys finished, after he would kiss you and put on a movie for you guys to watch, âI love more than anything dollâ
George Luz
bro is so excited. Heâs so sweet to you, kissing and hugging, just reminding you how much he loves you. I think he would LOVE the idea of just putting hickies all over your neck to show everyone youâre his and only his. He becomes a total mess when he starts fucking you, like he canât contain the praises that come out of his mouth when heâs inside you. âmhm you feel so fucking good babyâ he loves eye contact when heâs inside you, thereâs just something so passionate and special about it to him. Makes sure you cum before him, but let me tell you he STRUGGLES not to cum to quick, you just feel so good he canât help it. He gets so vocal before he finishes, telling you how good youâre making him feel and repeating your name like a daily mantra. He Definitely tells you he loves you while cumming. After heâs so soft and sweet to you, âDo you need any water, or a towel, anything? With some of the best cuddles EVER
Bull Randleman
He would be so gentle and full of love, he would ask you a million times if you wanted to continue, he would be so slow, taking his time with you and really working you up to him fucking you, kissing you so soft, and his hands would work MAGIC around your body, when he first put his cock in you, he would be at a loss of words, like you feel so good he has to remind himself not to cum right then and there. both of you would feel absolutely amazing the whole time, he would be so good to you, praising you and encouraging you to cum the whole time, and reminding you how much he loves you. âHmm you feel like heaven sweet thing, youâre so perfectâ He would be so intimate, resting his forehead on yours and just repeating to piston in and out of you while you come undone under him. âCum for me babyâ After he would hold you and wash you off with a towel and some water, âdid you like it baby? I love loving you honeyâ AHHH HES SO SWEET đĽš
Eugene Roe
He prepares everything out for you, and He is so kind and loving the whole entire time, he would literally worship your body up and down. he would always asking if what heâs doing is comfortable or not to you. âIs this okay, love?â âDoes it feel good baby?â OMG and he loves to praise you in French, you really got this man going back and forth between french and english 𤣠he would get so overwhelmed by your beautiful body and how good you make him feel he would be able to pick a language LOL Also letâs talk about how he would be AMAZING at foreplay!? Like he would take his time and please your body so well omg. He definitely makes sure you finish first and he is a KING at aftercare, he would make you a soft bath with bubbles, and make you some food and water, and tell you how good you were to him and how much he loves you, he so grateful for you omg đ
Part 2 will be up soon!
#ithinkabouttzu#band of brothers#hbo war#band of brothers react#band of brothers fluff#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers imagine#band of brothers reaction#band of brothers ship#band of brothers smut#band of brothers oneshots#band of brothers reactions#lewis nixon#joe liebgott#joe toye#bill guarnere#george luz#bull randleman#eugene roe
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