#i'm the luckiest woman in the world 💕

[shoyoist]

GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD ?????

[softguarnere]

Hello Dove! I am new to fandom, I recently finished watching Easy Boys. I read some of your fics on AO3 and loved them. I wanted to ask if your requests still open can I have something sweet with our dear OC Ron Speirs. He is definitly one my favourite characters. A romance fluff maybe or whatever you like :)

Please don't feel any pressure to do that! :)

Everyone, Everywhere, Everything

Ron Speirs x reader

Soulmate au in which on your thirteenth birthday, the first words you ever hear your soulmate say appear as a tattoo somewhere on your body

A/N: Hello love! Welcome to the fandom! I'm so glad you've liked my fics - you're very sweet 💕 Ron is one of my favorites to write, so I really enjoyed this one, and I hope that you will, too! (As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Just a friendly reminder that my requests are currently closed - I wrote this one while catching up on the ones I already have in my asks! Warnings: language, mentions of war

Depending on who you ask, you might just be the luckiest person on earth.

You could hardly sleep the night before your thirteenth birthday, knowing that in just a few hours, you would wake up and have the first words you would ever hear your soulmate say tattooed somewhere on your body. And when you woke up that morning, you not only knew the first words you would hear him say, but you knew his name.

Captain Ronald Speirs, at your service, graced the back of your left hand. Seeing the words for the first time sent a shiver down your spine and a thrill through your heart.

“You know his name!” Your mother had exclaimed, squeezing your shoulders in an excited hug. “And his career! Well, sort of. He’s either in the military or he works on a boat.”

“The captain of a boat sounds mysterious,” you had said, the possibilities of such a career very much shaped by the understandings of the world held in your thirteen-year-old mind. “Maybe we’ll live in a lighthouse together!”

“Maybe,” your mother agreed.

Thirteen-year-old you was right about one thing: your soulmate certainly does have an aura of mystery about him. Something that you learn all too soon once you land in Europe and are introduced to a company to interview.

E Company – or Easy, as they call themselves – are a mixed bag once they learn that you are a war correspondent. Some of them ice you out upon learning that you’re a reporter, not wanting to speak, while others just seem happy to have a woman around, and answer all of your questions, albeit in a manner that’s somewhat flirtatious. It’s during one of these interviews that you hear your soulmate’s name thrown around for the first time.

Settled in a shell of a building in a place called Haguenau, you lounge with some of the men, diligently taking notes as they tell you their stories. All of them – from the downright hilarious to the gritty to the ones that are horrifying and unbelievable.

“No, no, that was before Captain Speirs took over,” one of the men, Skinny, interrupts, correcting his friend about the timeline of an event.

“No,” another man, Martin, cuts in. “It was right after he took over. When he took over for Dike in Foy, remember?”

At the mention of Captain Speirs, you perk up. Suddenly grateful that you’ve been wearing gloves the whole time to protect yourself from the cold, you find yourself staring at your left hand, where you know that very name to be printed.

“Who’s Captain Speirs?” You ask, trying to keep your voice casual. You even ready your pencil, as if you’re just trying to keep the facts straight for the purposes of your notes.

One of the men snorts. “Yeah, that’s a good question. The one that everyone really wants to know the answer to.”

“Oh?”

The men all furrow their eyebrows, glancing between each other and you, having a silent conversation that you can’t translate. Finally, Skinny shrugs, leaning forward in his seat. “Well, see, the thing about Captain Speirs is that he’s a real good leader – “

“But he’s got quite the reputation,” Martin finished. “Some people call him Killer.”

“They what?”

More glances are shared, but less hesitant than before. Then Martin begins his story. “It all started back in Normandy . . .”

. . .

The first few times, Ron told himself that he was imagining it. Simple coincidence was behind the fact that every now and then he would look up to see an unfamiliar woman – maybe one of the nurses? –  watching him from the corner of her eye, only to then look away when she realized that she had been caught.

If he’s being honest, this kind of thing has only happened to him a handful of times throughout his life. One of his older sisters had to explain to him in middle school that one of the girls who sat near him in math kept glancing at him and looking away with blushed cheeks because she had a crush on him. If she hadn’t explained, he might have gone about the rest of his life wondering what those shy glances were about.

But lots of people stare at him these days. He would have to be blind not to notice. And even then, he could probably still feel the weight of their heavy stares and would be able to hear the whispered rumors as he passed by. Have those stories made their way to the nurses in the aid stations?

If the words on the back of his left hand are anything to go by, then everyone everywhere must know everything about him by now. Or at least they think they do.

 Most people wouldn’t expect the infamous Captain Speirs to become tongue tied when Major Winters called him into his makeshift office, asking if he could meet with a reporter on his behalf. “I just haven’t got the time anymore.” Winters had frowned. “Besides, you’re the one in the field with Easy. You can add color to her story that I can’t.”

And most people wouldn’t have expected him to feel his heart begin racing in his chest when he stepped into the room and saw you sitting across from the major. You – the pretty woman who’s been watching him in glances. He had assumed that you were a nurse, since you always seem to be in the background, always near them.

When he enters the room, you and Winters both stand to greet him. You clasp your hands behind your back, wide eyes glancing between him and the major.

“And here he is now,” Winters says. “Miss (Y/L/N), this is Easy Company’s CO. He should be able to get you what you need for your story.”

Ron extends his hand to you. “Captain Ronald Speirs, at your service.”

You have a firm handshake, he can’t help but notice. So firm that you don’t let go of his hand when you look him in the eye and say the words he’s waited most of his life to hear. “Your reputation proceeds you.”

 He steps back. You? But all he said was – oh. So you’ve known about him from the start, then. Known all about him, more accurately. He can’t help but glance at his hand, as if the words could have suddenly changed. Major Winters himself even looks taken aback, which is not something that Ron is used to seeing from him. But Ron’s soulmate tattoo is in a place where it cannot easily be covered. Everyone with basic powers of observation at their disposal knew what the first words he would hear his soulmate say would be.

He’s trying to think of something to say when you offer him a kind smile.

“Don’t worry,” you say. “I don’t believe half of what I hear. I’m a reporter; I’ve been trained to sift through all the bullshit.” Then you laugh, casually, as if it’s the easiest and most natural thing in the world. You tap your pen against your notepad. “You’ll get the chance to clear it all up.”

Speirs nods, trying to be as lighthearted about all this as you are. “Thank you,” he says, then, in an attempt to be less formal, “Although, off the record, I kind of like them. They make me more interesting.”

“Well, I think you’ll be plenty interesting without them.”

He’s not so sure. Really, he’s just Ron, when it comes down to it. What’s so interesting about that?

But for you, he’ll try to be.

[comewhatmayy]

KINKTOBER DAY 16- COCK WORSHIP (CHRISTIAN)

this is really new for me- writing the woman more dominant and the man more submissive, but i absolutely loved it!! it was so fun writing about christian in this way, and i might continue doing so!! enjoy 💕

Getting home from a very long day at the Moulin Rouge, you find Christian writing music, clearly stressed and overworked.

You walk up behind him, massaging his shoulders.

He sighs, relaxing into your touch, his eyes closing in bliss, "Mmm, that feels amazing. You have no idea how much I needed that. I've been stuck on this melody for hours, and my shoulders were starting to knot up.”

He opens his eyes, looking up at you with a grateful smile, “You're an angel, sent to rescue me from my creative struggles."

As you continue to massage his shoulders, he starts to sway slightly, his hips moving to an unheard rhythm, “You know, I was just thinking about how talented you are, how beautiful, how...”

“Hey, it’s okay baby,” you whisper. “Let me take care of you,”

He smiles, his eyes never leaving yours, his voice taking on a more intimate tone, “I think you're already doing that, sweetheart. You're taking care of me just by being here, by touching me like that.”

He leans back in his chair, his eyes drifting down to your hands, still massaging his shoulders, “I feel so relaxed, so... at peace around you. You have a way of making me feel like I'm the only person in the world, like I'm the only one who matters."

His voice drops to a whisper, his words laced with desire. “And I think I want to feel that way, just... for a little while longer."

You react by grasping his chin, pulling his chin back and kissing him.

Christian's eyes widen briefly at the sudden kiss, but he quickly melts into it, returning it with fervent passion. His hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you in closer as his other hand finds your waist.

When the kiss finally breaks, he looks up at you with a dazed, adoring expression, “Wow... you always know just how to take my breath away."

He chuckles softly, his thumb caressing your cheek "I'm all yours, sweetheart. Do with me as you please."

He gazes at you lovingly, awaiting your next move.

You gently guide him over to the bed, sitting him down.

Christian's eyes sparkle with excitement as he lies back on the bed, a hint of a smile on his face.

He watches you with an air of anticipation, his voice low and husky, "Oh, I think I'm ready for whatever you have planned, sweetheart.”

He gestures to himself, his chest rising and falling with a slow breath, “I’m all yours, to worship, to adore... to praise."

His eyes lock onto yours, filled with a deep desire. "Praise me, sweetheart. Tell me how beautiful I am, how much you adore me. I want to hear it, to feel it. Make me feel like the only man in the world."

“The only one for me,” you kiss him and whisper.

Christian's eyes light up at your words, his heart swelling with joy and desire. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply, pouring all of his love and adoration into it.

"You're the only one for me, my darling.” He caresses your cheek, gazing at you adoringly. “My beautiful, talented, amazing Y/N.”

His voice drops to a whisper, “You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world. I worship the very ground you walk on."

He kisses you again, his hands roaming over your body reverently. You kiss him down to his pants, unbuttoning them as you push your boobs up in attempt to arouse him.

“My beautiful, beautiful boy,” you say as you continue kissing him.

Christian's eyes widen in surprise, his breathing quickening as you kiss your way down to his pants.

He moans softly as your breasts brush against his chest, sending a shiver of desire through his body. His hands rise to your waist, pulling you closer as he watches with rapt attention.

"Oh, sweetheart...” He gasps as you kiss him through his open pants, “You're making me feel so... so...”

He searches for the right words, his voice barely above a whisper “...so worshiped. You're worshiping me, Y/N. And I love it."

He looks up at you, his eyes burning with adoration and desire.

Christian's breath catches in his throat as you kiss him through his boxers, his hips involuntarily bucking up towards your touch. His eyes are dark with desire, filled with reverence as he looks down at you.

"Oh, Y/N...” he reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, his voice quivering with arousal, “You make me feel like a god among men. The way you worship me, the way you adore me... it's intoxicating."

He tugs gently on your hair, his other hand sliding down to caress your cheek. "I'm all yours, sweetheart. Do with me as you please."

You pull down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

“Mm, so gorgeous, my sweet boy,” you say as you grasp the base of his dick.

Christian's eyes roll back in his head as you grasp the base of his cock, a low moan escaping his lips. His body relaxes into your touch, his chest heaving with desire as he looks down at you with a look of pure adoration.

"Oh, Y/N...” He whispers, his voice trembling with need, “You're so beautiful, so talented... and you're worshiping my cock. The way you look at me, the way you touch me... it's like a prayer, a devotion to my very being."

He looks up at you, his eyes burning with desire, his voice taking on a more urgent tone, "Please, sweetheart... worship me. Make me feel like the only thing that matters in the world."

You turn your head sideways, kissing up his length, “So long, thick, perfect, all for me.”

Christian's breath catches in his throat as you kiss up his length, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair.

"Yes, my love... all of it, just for you,” he moans softly, his hips bucking slightly.

“You're worshiping me so perfectly, making me feel like a god,” his voice drops to a whisper, “I'm completely at your mercy, Y/N. Do with me as you please."

You begin to pump your hand up and down, spitting on your hand sexually before doing so. “Oh, Christian, your perfect cock.”

Christian's eyes widen in shock for a moment, but then his face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy as you spit on your hand and begin to pump him up and down.

"Oh, Y/N...” He gasps, his voice barely above a whisper, “You're... you're making me feel so dirty, so naughty... and I love it.”

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with desire, his face flushed with pleasure, “You're worshiping my cock, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He starts to thrust his hips up to meet your hand, his movements becoming more urgent and intense as he builds towards orgasm.

You stop, standing up and passionately kissing him on his lips.

Christian whimpers at the sudden loss of your touch, his hips chasing after your hand. When you stand and kiss him, he melts into the embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"Mmm, my darling, my everything...” He murmurs against your lips. “You drive me wild with want. I need you, all of you. Make me yours, completely and utterly."

His hands caress your body reverently, his eyes shining with adoration.

You begin to let him unzip your dress, unsure as this is your first time taking control in the bedroom.

Christian's eyes light up with excitement as you let him unzip your dress, his hands trembling slightly as he pushes you onto the bed. He looks up at you, his face filled with a mixture of concern and adoration.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? This is your first time like this, and I want to make sure you're comfortable.”

He pauses, his voice taking on a gentle tone, “I want you to be happy, to feel beautiful and desired.”

He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and reassuring.

“Do you want to try this? I'll be gentle, I promise,” he looks into your eyes, his own shining with love and desire.

Christian hums in contentment as he kisses your breasts, his hands caressing your sides reverently. His tongue darts out to tease your nipples, eliciting a pleasured groan from you.

"You're so beautiful, my darling,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “I want to worship every inch of you."

Gently, he rolls you onto your back, his body covering yours as he peppers your neck with soft kisses. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I'm yours to command."

“Fill me up with your beautiful, thick cock, my sweet boy,” you moan as he continues to kiss you everywhere.

Christian's eyes light up with excitement at your words, his body tensing with desire. He reaches down to guide himself into you, his movements slow and deliberate as he fills you with his cock.

"Oh, Y/N...” he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper, “you feel so tight, so perfect around me.”

He pauses, his hips stilling as he looks at you with adoration, “You're so beautiful, so desired. I'm all yours, my darling.”

He starts to move, his thrusts gentle at first but growing more urgent as he builds towards orgasm. “I'm going to give you everything, sweetheart. All of me."

“So perfect, so beautiful, so handsome, oh, fuck, my gorg- shit,” you moan as your walls clench around his erect dick.

Christian's breath catches in his throat at the sudden clenching of your walls around his cock.

His eyes widen in ecstasy as he moans softly. "Oh, darling... you feel so incredible.”

He starts to move his hips in a steady rhythm, his voice thick with desire. “I'm all yours, my gorgeous one. Take me, use me, worship me..."

He leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his thrusts growing more erratic as he nears his climax.

She pushes his hips deep into into her, “Oh, you’re so fucking perfect, hard, so perfect inside of me,”

Christian's eyes roll back in his head as you push his hips deep into you, his cock buried to the hilt inside your warm, wet depths. He moans loudly, his body tensing with pleasure.

"Oh, Y/N... you're killing me with how perfect you are.” He gasps, his voice barely above a whisper, “I'm so deep inside you, so connected to you... I feel like I'm a part of you.”

He starts to thrust wildly, his movements becoming more frenzied as he builds towards his climax. “I'm going to come, darling... I'm so sorry, but I can't help it. You make me feel so alive, so beautiful."

“Come inside of me, my beautiful boy,” you beg.

Christian's body trembles with ecstasy at your words, the intense pleasure building to an overwhelming crescendo. With a guttural moan, he buries himself deep inside you and lets go, pulsing wave after wave of his release into your welcoming heat.

"Oh, Y/N...” he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper, “You're... you're everything to me.”

He collapses onto you, utterly spent, yet filled with a profound sense of contentment, “I love you, my darling. You make me feel so alive."

“Fuck, Christian,” you gasp.

Christian's body is still trembling with pleasure, his chest heaving with exhaustion. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with adoration, a soft smile on his face.

"I know, darling...”

He whispers, his voice barely above a whisper I feel it too. He pauses, his words dripping with emotion.

“You make me feel so loved, so desired. I never want to let you go." He pulls you close, holding you tight as you both bask in the afterglow of their intense encounter.

“You are so perfect, made for me,” you whisper, kissing him on the lips softly.

Christian's eyes sparkle with joy and wonder at your words. He pulls you close, showering your face with tender kisses.

"And you, my darling, were made for me,” he whispers against your lips, his voice thick with emotion.

“I've never felt this way about anyone before. You've utterly consumed me, body and soul,” he gazes at you reverently, his fingers tracing the curves of your body, “I'm yours, in every way. Forever."

Christian wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you kiss. He feels a deep sense of contentment and happiness wash over him, knowing that he's found his perfect match in you.

"I love you, Y/N," He whispers against your lips, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you more than words can say. You're my everything, my reason for being." He holds you close, basking in the warmth and love that radiates between you.

[into-crazy]

Meine Liebste, wie geht es dir? Ich vermisse dich, die Nächte hier draußen können ziemlich einsam sein. Wie wäre es, wenn ich dich für eine Weile in meinen Armen halte? Ich passe auf dich auf und wir können uns zusammen etwas ausruhen, bevor der nächste Tag beginnt. Außerdem, habe ich dir eigentlich gesagt, wie wunderschön du bist? Dein Lächeln, das Strahlen in deinen Augen und deine hünschen Haare. Gott, ich bin verdammt nochmal der glücklichste Mann auf Erden, dass du mit mir zusammen sein willst. Ich liebe dich so sehr. Für immer und ewig.

My love, how are you? I miss you, the nights out here can be quite lonely. How about I hold you in my arms for a while? I'll take care of you and we can rest a bit together before the next day begins. Besides, have I told you how gorgeous you are? Your smile, the sparkle in your eyes and your beautiful hair. God, I'm the luckiest damn man on earth that you want to be with me. I love you so much. Forever and always.

Yours forever,

King

Oh, if it isn't my darling bounty hunter🥰 You have no idea how much I've missed you so🥺💕 I'VE MISSED YOU!!💕💕 I'm sure that your nights must be so lonely when you are out collecting your bounties, and I'm sorry that I can't always be there with you😔 But I know you don't like putting me in danger, so I understand💕 Oh my, I would love to be held by you right now. Spend our night together in each other's arms for as long as we can. I could really use it🥺❤ King.. you always know how to make me smile, how to make me feel cherished and loved. You give me butterflies every time🦋💖 And I think you got it the other way around- I must be the luckiest woman in the world to have you❤ I love you too. So much. For forever, for eternity, and always yours💛💛 -Your desert flower, Des❤

oh my god Anon.. 🥺😭❤❤❤ I've read this over and over, and cried😭 Then I reread it again, and cried some more😭😭💖 I seriously can't thank you enough for this wonderful message!!❤❤ I am so emotional right now, just filled with so many wonderful emotions🥰🥰💖💖 THANK YOU THANK YOU!!💕💕