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In The Bleak Mid-Winter

[One-shot]

Ronald Speirs x Nurse!Female Reader

No good deed goes unpunished, but your reassignment brings with it an unexpected reward.

Warnings: Language, Weapons, Canon Typical Violence, Smoking, Treatment of Wounds, Medical Procedures, Hospital Settings, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes [unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex - m/f receiving, fingering, cum eating] - 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: This was written entirely on my phone as my laptop is in for emergency repairs - I hated the experience, and apologize if there are any formatting issues or a surplus of typos. Also, I made some distinct narrative choices in writing this but I won’t burden you with them up front. They’re in the post-script if you’re interested! This is a work of fiction based off the actors’ portrayal in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life persons mentioned within.

Word Count: 6171

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December 29, 1944 - Bastogne

“Fifty surgeries in two days with only three deaths. It is nothing short of a miracle. I’m halfway through a report recommending you all for a medal....and then I come to find out you landed in the middle of an encircled town on an unpiloted glider, through all manner of artillery fire, with a goddamn woman?! A woman!”

Your bleary eyes focused on the lit end of the cigarette pinched between the index and middle finger of your right hand, the icy caress of the north wind howling between the tent and the garage outside the Bastogne barracks one of the only things keeping you awake. Weary from nearly forty-eight hours of surgery, it would have been difficult to stay awake under normal circumstances, but the mortification you felt as General McAuliffe screamed at Major Dorward behind thin walls of canvas was certainly helping keep you on your aching feet in the ankle deep snow.

Bundled tightly in your great coat, collar turned up against the wind, face buried into the olive drab scarf around your neck, helmet protecting your head, the only bit of exposed skin was that hand you were straining to focus on. The other was deep inside your pocket, balled into a fist. You were vaguely aware of various people darting through the barracks yard behind you, making their way to and fro, loading vehicles, delivering men to the now-central clearing station since the bombing of the cathedral the day before your arrival. Covered as you were, you were barely indistinguishable from an ordinary soldier, yet the General had managed to find out your secret nonetheless.

“I have every faith that she can handle herself out here sir, there was no more qualified surgical assistant to accompany us.”

“But she is not a surgical assistant, Major, is she?! She’s just a nurse! A nurse whose life you endangered by sneaking her aboard that glider! I ought to have you court martialed!!!”

The General did have a point, hidden though it was within the avalanche of vitriol he was sending the Major’s way. You were in fact no more than a surgical nurse - assistants were enlisted men. But during your third or fourth surgery with the Major, right after D-Day, a brand new surgical assistant had been assigned to the operating room and not five minutes in had fainted to the floor.

With the patient in a life threatening position you had stepped forward to fill in the gap and ensure no impact to care or outcome. It had been the start of a very effective working relationship as the 12th Evacuation Hospital made its way across France behind the advancing American army.

Thus when Major Dorward had volunteered for this assignment, and asked if you would consider joining him, your only hesitation was born of the concern for the hell you two might catch. The hell he was in the very midst of catching right now.

You hissed at the sudden pain as the lit end of the cigarette met your flesh and quickly flicked it into the snow, not having taken one puff. When General Nuts himself had stormed into the tent, eyes blazing, the Major had sent you outside in the early dawn light with the lit cigarette and his rifle for protection. It had rather felt like you were your own firing squad, though the Major was most certainly the one under fire at the moment.

The creak of boots in the nearby snow, much closer than all those that had passed by before, made you jump slightly. You turned quickly to see an exhausted soldier, eyes bleached a pale grey in the now-brilliant morning sunshine. He looked cold, and exhausted, as all the men you’d run into here did. His face was handsome, though, lashes luxuriously long for a man carrying a Thompson submachine gun. He held out a pack of cigarettes to you, offering you a new one to replace that which you’d mistakenly allowed to burn out and you shook your head before extracting your face from its position nestled deep within your scarf.

“I don’t actually smoke, please don’t waste any of your cigarettes on me, soldier.” You smiled weakly, watching as his eyes widened a fraction before the General’s voice somehow rose even further in volume to respond to something the Major had said.

“I don’t give two shits if she can transplant heads, the risks involved were unacceptable, Major, and believe me you have not heard the last of this! Your surgical record over the last two days has been impressive, but this was utterly reckless!”

The soldier’s eyes flicked to the tent then back to you as everything surely came together in his mind and you looked down at the outline of yourcombat boots buried in the snow, wondering if it was too much to ask for the ground to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. You heard the tent flap flutter and tensed in anticipation of the General’s departure, but instead a gunshot rang out from across the clearing beyond the barracks, the snow scattering at your feet.

Strong arms yanked around your waist and pulled you back behind the shelter of the tent and the pair of you quickly lay flat in the snow, unmoving, barely breathing. The harassment from the enemy had been almost constant from the moment the glider had entered occupied air space and that, combined with any and all abilities you might possess being questioned by the General simply because of your gender, had you feeling rather enraged.

Pulling Major Dorward’s rifle from your shoulder, you crawled on your elbows to cautiously peer around the corner of the tent across the meadow and into the tree line beyond. Nothing moved. Years spent stalking deer at your father’s side had taught you patience, and how to aim the rifle in your hands. It seemed the former would not be required as a soldier came blithely walking out of the garage-turned-operating theatre completely unaware that there was a sniper.

The soldier at your side gestured at him violently - you could feel the movement of his body where his hip was still pressed against your leg, but it went unnoticed. Another shot rang out.

“Holy shit!” The man wailed as he darted back inside, a shower of brick dust audibly hitting the snow somewhere to your rear. The sniper was clearly lacking in talent, but you were focused on the movement in the coniferous tree to your two o’clock.

Exhaling slowly you squeezed the trigger and there was a hoarse shout followed by the sound of a body tumbling through cracking branches and ending in a sickening thud.

“Trying to kill my goddamn patients.” You muttered bitterly under your breath and carefully sat up, looking back to the soldier as he exhaled slowly.

He was eyeing you, expression intense and inscrutable, but your gaze was drawn to the gap at the collar of his ODs where you could see fresh blood oozing from a poorly bandaged wound at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, staining his wool shirt just below below his silver 1st Lieutenant’s insignia.

“You’re bleeding, Lieutenant.” You said quickly, pushing on his hip to encourage him to roll over so you might kneel at his side for a better look, pleased when he immediately complied.

You laid the rifle in the snow next to him and pulled the bandages away, frowning deeply to see lingering splinters of wood in the wound. As you carefully probed at them he hissed and you tensed, quickly apologizing.

“It’s nothing, ma’am, I’m fine.”

The tent flap opening and closing followed by heavy footfalls in the snow signalled the arrival of General McAuliffe on the scene.

“Everything alright, Lieutenant?” He asked quickly and the man below you nodded quickly.

“Just some shrapnel from a tree burst, sir.”

You looked up to the General slowly, watching his eyes land on the rifle at the Lieutenant’s side before glancing across the clearing.

“Good. Well done with the sniper, son.”

The Lieutenant shifted uncomfortably but you nodded quickly, helping him sit up. “An impressive shot, sir.” You added.

The General’s eyes fell on you, still full of that heated rage, but apparently he’d run out of words to say on the subject of your unwanted presence for he simply turned and made his way back towards the barracks.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Lieutenant.” You turned back to him, the coppery tang of blood on the air focusing you like nothing else seemed to be able to.

Working your way to your feet, you picked up the abandoned rifle before leading him into the tent. Major Dorward looked up from some papers on his desk, opening his mouth but closing it quickly as you were followed by the Lieutenant.

“Tree burst shrapnel, sir.” You announced in your easy working shorthand.

“Damn Nazis have weaponized the forest. Have a seat, soldier.” He stood and offered his chair, walking over to the stash of supplies to fetch a field kit and bandages for you as you set the rifle on the cot in the corner, putting your helmet down beside it. “Ah my apologies, trooper.” He amended.

You turned back to see the distinct jump boots with bloused trousers now that the Lieutenant was seated and smiled. “I apologize as well, Lieutenant. I missed that outside.”

You worked his ODs and wool shirt open to began carefully cleaning his wound, leaving him in his undershirt in the chill of the tent.

“Doesn’t seem you miss much, Nurse.” He looked up to you as he spoke softly and you swallowed thickly as you noted his eyes were actually hazel, with flecks of gold around his pupils.

Mercifully Major Dorward broke out into rich laughter and shook his head. “That she doesn’t.” He commiserated affectionately from his newfound seat on the cot.

“Let me guess,” you murmured to the man seated before you as you gently worked out the last few splinters of wood that had escaped initial treatment, “you also told them this was nothing at the aid station because there were men there whom you considered hurt worse than you.” You glanced to his face as his lips twitched a little. “This could have become a real problem, Lieutenant, I’m glad you came over to offer me a cigarette.”

Turning back, you called the Major over to double check your work.

“Wound is clean and ready for bandaging.” He nodded after looking it over. “When you’re done I suggest you try and sleep. We’re driving out as soon as the truck is ready and the ride out will be about as relaxing as the flight in.”

“Understood, thank you Major.” You nodded as he stepped out of the tent to light a cigarette. You carefully lay some gauze over the crook of the Lieutenant’s shoulder before wrapping some bandages around his neck and under his armpit to hold it in place. “This should heal nicely in a week or so if you can do your best to keep it dry for me…” you trailed off as your fingers found the hole in his ODs.

Casting about the tent, your eyes landed on a tattered blanket in the corner and you began fashioning a patch, whip stitching it into place over the gash in the fabric. “That ought to do it.”

“Thank you, Nurse.” He murmured, looking up at you before he stood slowly, buttoning up his shirt and ODs with practiced efficiency.

“Take care of yourself, trooper.” You nodded, watching him step out, hoping against hope that he would be alright out there.

General McAuliffe proved to be a man of his word, which in retrospect was of no surprise to you whatsoever. The hellish ride out of Bastogne in the back of a truck on the only opened road, with the sounds of battle still raging on either side, took you to Orval where you received orders to report to the 60th Field Hospital there while the men from the 12th would return to the Evacuation Hospital you’d been stationed with since before June 1944. You had been informed your personal effects would arrive at a ‘later date.’

Nuts, indeed.

You worked in Orval for nearly a week, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, wearing the same clothing day-in, day-out, until the 60th was relieved and pulled back to Mourmelon-le-Grand. As promised, your belongings were waiting for you there, in the iron grip of a dour-faced Chief Nurse MacDonald who was only too happy to put a ‘reckless, insubordinate’ Nurse like you in her place at the 123rd Station Hospital.

What followed was a grueling month of scrubbing and refitting the near derelict buildings abandoned by the Airborne when they were abruptly called to the Ardennes. By the time the place was worthy of being called a hospital, you had managed to become at least friendly with your new colleagues, though they remained suspicious after your filthy and unceremonious arrival.

By mid-February, a tent city began to spring up around the base, heralding the impending arrival of troops from the front. And with them came all manner of cold weather maladies - pneumonia, trench foot, frostbite. Working on the general ward now, you could only eye the surgical nurses with envy, knowing your skills were going to waste emptying bedpans and changing bandages and that you had no one to blame but yourself.

Stubborn in all things, however, you worked without complaint, often being rewarded with more work or the worst assignments because your superiors knew you would complete any task with efficient silence. It was precisely this combination that saw you assigned to the night shift, a small mercy in that the vengeful Chief Nurse would never deign to work such hours, allowing you to develop a new working relationship with Captain Munro, MD.

“Nurse might I borrow you a moment?” He interrupted you as you stepped away from the bedside of a postoperative patient and you quickly nodded, following him off the ward and down the hall to his office. “I’m up to my eyeballs in trench foot but there’s an officer in here, seems he lacerated his hand helping one of his men climb out a transport - quite stubborn. Whether or not it needs sutures I am confident you can determine…” he exhaled, clearly exhausted from working a double shift as he came to a stop outside the door. “Is it alright if I leave this one in your capable hands? You’ll find everything you need in the cabinet.” He looked at you pleadingly, eyes underscored by dark bags of fatigue as he held out the chart and you nodded quickly.

“Certainly sir, please don’t worry about a thing.” You smiled softly at the relieved slump of his shoulders before he nodded firmly in thanks, dashing off down the hall to no doubt deal with another man’s beleaguered feet.

You glanced over the chart of Captain Ronald Speirs quickly before knocking on the door, giving the man some warning, before you stepped inside. You tilted your head to see the Captain with his back turned to you, halfway back into the worn jacket of his ODs, appearing quite prepared to leave.

“Just a moment please, Captain Speirs, I would like to take a look at your hand, sir.” You said softly, eyes widening as the man turned around swiftly, arms still slightly akimbo, to reveal the very same Lieutenant whom you’d bandaged that morning in Bastogne. Who’d saved your life, and watched you take out a sniper with barely a comment.

His eyes were fatigued, his hair grown long. He clearly hadn’t seen a razor in quite some time and yet you were struggling to recall a moment when you’d found a man so attractive in your entire life. You suddenly felt acutely self conscious in your white and brown seer sucker hospital dress with brown cotton stockings and cardigan to match, nursing cap pinned in your hair.

“It’s nothing ma’am, I’m fine.” He repeated himself word for word and you bit the inside of your cheek, having a hard time deciphering if he was joking or just built that obstinately. You did not miss, however, the slight rasp in the back of his throat.

“Good, let’s keep it that way, shall we Captain?”

You gestured for him to sit in the chair he’d surely recently vacated and carefully took the one across the corner of the desk from him, holding out your hand expectantly. As he set the back of his left hand in yours, you frowned at the laceration along the side of his palm. Captain Munro had been right, it really was borderline in need of suturing.

Laying his hand on the desk gently you stepped over to the cabinet to collect the necessary supplies, deciding to play it safe. You could suture quickly enough - the man clearly needed to get some rest and you did not want to keep him from it. While swiping his palm clean with an iodine wipe you glanced at him as he cleared his throat.

“I didn’t think you were assigned here.” He commented quietly.

You shook your head ruefully as you unpacked a tube of pre-threaded sutures with a curved needle. “I wasn’t until very recently. I used to be assigned to the 12th Evacuation Hospital but after my…behavior it was deemed necessary to reassign me.”

“I said nothing, I swear.” He replied quickly, brow furrowing and you could not help the smile that pulled at your lips.

“I believe you, Captain. Heaven knows where I’d be if you had.” Gently positioning his hand on the desk top, you smoothly rotated the curved needle through first one edge of his cut and then the other, looping the length of it around your forceps twice before pulling the end through to create a square knot.

You repeated two more casts before snipping the ends of the suture, looking to him sharply as he let out a rattling cough. “How long have you had that cough, Captain?”

“Few days…” he replied evasively and you hummed disapprovingly.

“If it doesn’t go away in a couple of days, you should come back and see me.” You spoke as you began the next stitch.

“And if it does get better?” He asked quietly, watching your careful work.

“I’ll be here all the same.” You replied, pressing your lips together as you fought another smile at the thrill that unfurled in your stomach.

“Whom should I ask for?” His voice came out particularly gravelly and he cleared his throat forcefully.

It was your turn to look startled as you suddenly came to realize you had yet to introduce yourself. You quickly shared your name before shaking your head in shame. “You must think me some wild animal, Captain, please forgive me.” You muttered and tied off the fourth and final stitch.

He nodded at you, eyes taking on a glossy quality that had you growing more concerned by the moment. You set down your tools and raised a hand to brush the backs of your fingers against his forehead, heart clenching as his eyes fluttered closed. Those infernal eyelashes dusting against his cheeks. His skin felt a normal temperature but another ragged cough wracked his frame and you clenched your jaw.

“I’d like to listen to your lungs, Captain.” You muttered and stepped over to the cabinet once more to grab the stethoscope you’d seen there.

He blinked up at you as he began to undo his wool shirt. “It’s Ron.” He corrected you and another smile escaped you before you managed to smother it, hands cupping the bell of the stethoscope to warm it.

“Thank you, Ron.” You said softly, inserting the tips into your ears before stepping closer to press the stethoscope against his upper left chest. “Deep breath in for me?”

You listened carefully to each quadrant of his lungs, pleased there was no crackling or anything else abnormal. Satisfied it was most likely just a cold, you looped the stethoscope around your neck as you stepped back.

“Everything seems alright, promise me you’ll get some rest and keep warm?” You asked gently, doing your best not to allow your eyes to linger on the way his undershirt clung to his lithe frame. You did take a selfish moment to appreciate how well his wound from Bastogne had healed, however.

“Promise.” He nodded, doing up his shirt more slowly this time, courtesy of the stitches in his palm. “Remind me when I get to see you again?”

You bit your lip slightly and took a breath. “If the cough doesn’t improve, a couple of days. To get your stitches out, a couple of weeks. Please keep them clean and dry until tomorrow night at least.”

“Got it.” He nodded and straightened his OD jacket, pulling on a worn scarf from the back of the chair before standing slowly.

“But for now straight to bed.” You opened the door, watching over him feeling wildly and inexplicably overprotective.

“Thank you.” He looked to you drowsily and you nodded, seeing him out then turning back to clean up and complete his chart before rushing back to your actual duties that night.

One week passed, and then another. There was no visit from Captain Speirs. You did your utmost to convince yourself it was for the best, that it meant he was healthy. That he’d had his stitches removed by a nurse on the day shift at his convenience. Word came that his entire Division would receive a Presidential Unit Citation and Ike himself would be coming to visit to deliver it on Roosevelt’s behalf.

You were promptly informed by Chief Nurse MacDonald that your presence during the ceremony was not welcome, but if you wanted to observe the Divisional dress rehearsal a few days before, on your own time of course, she would not stop you.

Breaking out your dress uniform for the first time in months, you obstinately got ready just after the end of your shift that morning and strode your way over to the parade ground with a few of the girls on the evening shift who were certainly better rested than you. More than a few off duty nurses from the five other hospitals in Mourmelon had found their way onto the grounds to take a peek at the men in their finery and you could only imagine that number would be many times higher on the fifteenth when Ike himself was there.

The weather was thankfully cooperative as you huddled together near a collection of trees watching the men of the 101st file past. The contrast between their neatly pressed uniforms with mirror shined boots and the battered but not beaten men you’d encountered in Bastogne was truly striking. Each and every one of them truly deserved the honor that was about to be bestowed upon them.

Once everyone was satisfied that the ceremony would proceed without a hitch, the men were dismissed and you turned to head back to your tent to catch what sleep you could before your shift that night. Smothering a yawn behind your hand, the group of women you were walking with all came to a halt when a familiar voice called ‘Nurse!’ All of you almost seemed to turn back as one.

If six pairs of inquisitive female eyes intimidated Captain Speirs he did not let it show. He quickly clarified with your name, the other nurses filing away murmuring amongst themselves disappointedly.

“Good morning, Captain.” You nodded to him as he came to stand in front of you, sliding his helmet from his head to tuck it under his arm.

“Good morning.” He replied, eyes skimming over your uniform curiously.

You noted he’d found the time to visit a barber, his hair neatly trimmed and styled, though you rather missed the tousled waves he’d first arrived with.

“You are sounding well, Captain. I’m glad to hear it.” You smiled softly. “Did your hand mend nicely?”

He lifted it for your inspection and you looked to him startled to see the stitches still in place.

“Captain, these sutures were ready to be removed days ago.” You chided him softly as you cradled his hand in yours.

“I was told you were unavailable.” He replied quietly and you looked to his face quizzically before it dawned on you that he must have returned to the hospital during another shift and simply left when he learned you weren’t there.

“My apologies, I work nights. Any nurse can take care of these, they must itch something fierce.” You frowned.

“What time does your shift begin tonight?” He asked, seemingly happy to leave his hand at your mercy for as long as you chose to hold it.

“2100.” You replied, noting the disappointment that pinched at the bridge of his nose. “But I could meet you there at 2015 if it means getting this taken care of.”

He nodded firmly. “2015, then. Thank you.” He eyed you a moment as you tried in vain to fight back another yawn. “What time does your shift end?”

“0900. I should get back to get some rest. Just wanted to sneak a peek at the big show. You boys will do great when Ike’s in town.” You nodded warmly.

“You won’t be here?” He tilted his head curiously and you let out a scoff of self deprecation.

“Reckless, insubordinate nurses like me aren’t to be seen by the Supreme Allied Commander.”

A furrow appeared between his brows, the muscle of his jaw ticking slightly before he exhaled. “I wish they would stop punishing you for your bravery.”

Your eyebrows shot up beneath the brim of your service cap. You had been trying your damnedest to not let it bother you, especially after hearing the men of the 12th Hospital you’d gone in with had all received the Silver Cross. To hear him speak in your defense was quite honestly overwhelming.

After a careful glance around the nearly empty parade ground confirmed the remaining individuals were otherwise occupied, you leaned in to quickly press your lips to his freshly shaved cheek, thumb swiping away any trace of your lipstick.

“Thank you, Ron.” You swallowed tightly as the heat of his gaze was as palpable as a caress on the skin of your face. “I will see you later to remove your stitches.” Squeezing his hand gently you released it to hang at his side.

His silent nod was the only response you received before you turned to make your way back to your tent for some much needed rest, though your mind would have much rather focused on the way the sunlight lit his eyes than to let you sleep.

Arriving at the hospital that night at 2000 you tracked down Captain Munro and secured his permission to borrow his office once more in the name of treating the stubborn Captain Speirs. Setting out suture scissors and tweezers on a tray upon the desk, you hurried out front to meet the Captain lest he was misinformed about your availability again.

“Good Evening.” He nodded as you stepped outside, hugging your cardigan close against the chill of the night.

“Evening, Captain, please follow me.” You smiled and led him through the maze of hallways before holding open the door to the prepared office.

He assumed the same seat as before and, closing the door behind you, you sat opposite, looking over his palm as he set it in your waiting hand.

“You’ve done a very good job keeping it clean for me, Captain, thank you.” You smiled and picked up the curved scissors, the edge that pressed against the skin not at all sharp. “I’ll cut the stitches first and then pull them out with the tweezers, alright?”

He nodded, watching you closely as you snipped your way through the silk strands very carefully.

“They call me ‘killer’ you know…” he spoke apropos of nothing and you slowly raised your eyes, feeling as though you were joining an internal conversation well in progress.

Rumors spread through camp faster than that bone rattling cough he’d arrived with - you’d heard your fair share of things about him. Particularly after your tent mates had learned that he’d spoken to you earlier that day on the parade ground.

“Sure he’s pretty and all but after the things he did to those Nazi prisoners…” Betty from Indiana had insisted with a dramatic shudder.

“And his own Sergeant!” Philomena of New York had chimed in with an emphatic nod.

All of it struck you as hollow and vapid, coming from two wide-eyed girls fresh from Stateside who’d only ever known war stationed in hospitals with roofs and walls. Never been fired on, never had an enemy soldier try and take the life of a patient right out from under them.

“Well, Ron,” you replied thoughtfully as you set the scissors onto the waiting tray, “they could easily say the same thing about me. It just so happens I had a very honorable man at my side when my anger got the best of me.”

His eyes seized yours, pinning you to the spot with your hand hovering just above the set of tweezers as you forgot how to breathe. His lips tentatively began to form words several times before he abandoned his attempts to speak and lunged forward to close the space between you, his lips slotting against yours in reply instead.

Inhaling sharply through your nose in surprise, you found yourself quickly leaning into his kiss, fingers threading into his shorter hair as you tilted your head to press your lips more firmly to his. Sliding his arms around your shoulders, he pulled you close, tongue delving into your mouth greedily. A soft whimper escaped your throat only to be swallowed by his devouring mouth as he tasted you thoroughly.

Appearing discontent with the separation between your bodies, his hands shifted to grip your hips, guiding you onto his lap before his fingers began to pluck at the buttons of your cardigan. Rucking up the skirt of your dress and slip beneath, you settled over his hips, shuddering as the hard bulge of his length nestled tightly against your core.

“We don’t have a lot of time” you panted against his lips as his hands brushed aside your open cardigan to tug at the tie of your wrap dress, revealing your cream coloured slip beneath.

“Understood.” He murmured as he pulled back to drink you in, eyes taking on that glossy quality from back in February that’d had you so convinced he was febrile.

“Ron…” you urged gently, your own hands sliding between your bodies to work at the fastenings of his dress trousers.

Lost in some sort of trance he leaned forward to press his lips against the hollow of your throat before he secured the ball chain of your ID tags between his teeth and pulled them out from beneath the v-neck of your slip. Brushing his lips against the flat metal stamped with your name and serial number, preceded by the letter N, your heart lurched beneath your ribs fondly as it forgot its normal rhythm for a few beats.

The feel of his fingertips undoing the fastenings of your stockings from your garter straps refocused you and you quickly worked his fly open, sliding his trousers and boxers down as he did the same with your underwear, depositing them onto the floor.

Shifting higher onto your knees, you pressed your face against his temple as he took his cock into his hand, pressing into your entrance slowly. You whimpered breathily against his hair before dropping your head to the crook of his shoulder to try your best to keep your volume down. Rocking your hips against his with a smothered moan you clenched your thighs to begin working up and down along his length.

Heavy breaths fell from his parted lips, brushing against the skin of your neck, goose flesh erupting in the wake of each exhale. His fingers curled into the flesh of your hips as he helped drive your hips against his.

“Ahn, Ron!” You keened against his jacket, lifting your head to kiss him hungrily.

He rocked his hips up into yours each time your pelvis met his before letting out a frustrated grunt against your lips. “On the desk.” He rasped pleadingly and you nodded quickly, sliding from his lap to shuffle backwards, pushing the tray of instruments further behind you before perching on the edge.

Surging to his feet, he nestled between your legs, tongue sliding along yours as he thrust into your aching warmth once more. You cried out hungrily down his throat as your nails dug into the sleeves of his uniform jacket, clinging to him as he set a deliciously dizzying pace that had your toes curling in your shoes.

A ragged moan rumbled through his chest as his cock twitched within your wet heat and he quickly pulled back, chest heaving. Pushing from the desk, you fell to your knees, ignoring the slight sting as they impacted the floor, to wrap your lips around the leaking tip of his length.

He hissed through clenched teeth, hand coming to rest against the back of your head as you hollowed your cheeks tightly around him. Encircling him in your grasp, you eagerly stared up at his face as you stroked his cock, clenching your thighs together as the corded muscle of his neck flexed with the effort to remain silent as his salty release filled your mouth.

Laving him clean with your tongue, you sat back on your heels, swallowing every last drop as he watched on in stunned silence. Fingers sliding up your thighs to retrieve the first of your garter straps, you shivered a little as you remained highly sensitive, having been so close yourself, but also very much aware of the lack of time. You rose to your feet, about to begin fastening your stockings when his hands were on your waist, guiding you to sit on top of the desk once again.

“You didn’t…” He exhaled through flared nostrils and shook his head sharply. “Unacceptable.” Was all the warning he afforded you before he crouched down to seal his lips around your throbbing clit, two fingers plunging into your trembling warmth.

“Holy…” you barely managed to cover your mouth with your palm, hips bucking violently toward him.

He hummed against you approvingly as you lay back onto the worn wooden surface, writhing as fingers picked up the thread of your pleasure, winding it tighter and tighter as his mouth felt like it was sucking your very soul from you. Every muscle in your body became taught with exquisite tension until, at last, like the blowing of a fuse your release detonated behind your clenched eyelids.

Relaxing into the desk top with languid ease, you ran your fingers through his hair in tender appreciation. “Really…have no time now…” you murmured breathlessly and he pressed his damp lips to your inner thigh before pulling you up to a seated position and began to help you re-dress.

Any time his lips were vaguely within the vincinty of yours, you unhelpfully insisted on kissing him softly, significantly hindering progress, but eventually the pair of you were mostly presentable. He cupped your cheek with his left hand and your eyes shot wide at the rasp of sutures against your skin.

“Ron!” You gasped, grabbing his wrist and groping behind you for the tweezers before setting about carefully trying to remove them.

It was his turn to be a nuisance as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck, sighing gently, making you giggle under your breath as his eyelashes tickled your flesh.

“You are a wild animal.” His voice held a dreamlike quality, lips brushing against your throat as he spoke.

You honestly would have swatted him if his tone weren’t so reverent, doing your best to focus on removing the last two sutures.

“A lioness - fierce and strong and brave and gorgeous.” He rambled before brushing a line of feather-light kisses up towards your jaw.

It made your heart ache with the longing to linger with this verbose version of him that had somehow been unleashed, but according to the clock above the door, you had to be on duty in two minutes.

“Ronald Speirs, you sweet talker.” You whispered weakly, setting down the tweezers, your task finally managed. “I hope you sleep well.”

“You know I will, thanks to you.” His eyes met yours warmly before he cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for one last searing kiss. “May I…write to you?” He asked, incongruously hesitant after all that had transpired.

Sliding your arms around his neck, you kissed his forehead. “You’d better. This lioness has claws.” You smirked in a playfully threatening manner, earning a broad grin in response.

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Band of Brothers Masterlist

Tag list: @bcon24 , @ronsparky

Post-script: Firstly, I agonized for several hours about whether or not to have Ron be married in this. Ultimately, after reading that Ronald Speirs asked his first wife not be mentioned in any way in the miniseries I decided to do the same here. Secondly, while I used a fake name for the Major who flew into Bastogne by glider, this is all based on real events that took place! I decided to use fictional characters here to justify the radical actions I had them take in bringing the reader, but you the story of Major Soutter and the men of the 12th Evacuation Hospital is really quite something!

#ronald speirs x reader #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs fanfic #ronald speirs imagines #ronald speirs imagine #ronald speirs #ron speirs #band of brothers smut #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers

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Hello Doll! New fan here! You're so precious! 🥰 we NEED pt 2 of BoB "Sleeping with them for the first time", my request: Speirs, Toye, Eugene, Webster, Buck. AND pls wrote more Lovetropes! I've read it so many times, that I can quote from memory! xoxo

A/n this might be dirtier than pt1. Will do a pt 2 of love tropes ofc. Lmk if you have some people in mind for that

-this is a work of fiction based on the actors portrayal only. Every ounce of respect to the real heros-

Warning: NSFW, plain sinful smut. Lots of language. Minors dni

Masterlist

Ronald Speirs

- this man will change your whole perspective of sex afterwards. You've both been pinning each other for a while and decide to go on a date. Yet the whole time you both have been practically removing each other's clothes with your eyes. Lingering touches, flirty behavior. Lets just say that you didn't quite make it through all the courses before Speirs asked for the check. You make it back to his place before he immediately kisses you. You start removing clothes while grabbing and feeling any skin you can both get your hands on. He turns you around to unzip your dress, taking it off your figure. He spun you back around to pick you up and set you down on the kitchen counter. You remove his belt and tug at his pants and boxers until the both of you are head to toe naked. He gives you a looks off 'are you sure' you nod yes before he lifts you legs up and fucks you. Praise after praise, surface after surface. It's a wild ride.

"Fuck you feel so good you know that princess?"

Joe toye

-he's sweet and spontaneous. It's a similar experience to George luz where it happens after a few dates. It starts slow, careful almost. But eventually you melt under him. He kisses you harder, Backs you to a wall. You remove each other's shirts. His hands unclips your bra. He makes hickies after hickies up and down your neck. He picks you up and brings you to the bedroom. Kisses down to your skirt to take that off as well. This man would love to praise you. And his voice!? He will mutter the most downright bad into your ears. He could make you come from just that alone. I feel like he's big on moaning you know. Your make him feel so good he's going to let you know that. Will do anything you ask him to do. You want him to touch you. He's instantly rubbing your clit, you want him to suck you Titts, he'll do that too. Fuck you harder and faster. He'll break the mattress. Will make you finish at least twice. Once on his cock. Then he'll clean you up with his tongue. But he is sooo sweet with the after care.

"God I wish you could see yourself right now doll. Getting fucked properly"

Eugene roe

-he's honestly a little nervous. He doesn't want to hurt you. It starts back at your place. Some wine after a good home cooked dinner. The alcohol helps with confidence. It's slow and passionate. He would be completely fine with kissing you for hours on end. But you've had one too many dirty dreams about this man so it's now or never. Eugene will be so great with foreplay. Makes you feel worshiped like no man has ever made you feel before. Always checking to make sure you're ok. When it gets time to really dance if you know what I mean he's super scared that something is going to go wrong. This poor man. You are so worked up from his touch that you have to tell him to just shut up and fuck you. It's like a switch goes off in his head. And the only thing he can suddenly think of is you. He fucks you until the only thing you can think of, only thing you can scream is his name. He robs you of every last breath in your lungs. It's dirty, passionate, sweaty and oh so good. Best God damn orgasm of your life. When you both finish and clean up. He definitely raps you up in his arms.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"Giving me the best dick of my life"

David Webster

-HERE ME OUT! One bed trope. But it's not at a hotel or anything. You head to his place, have dinner, watch a movie, whatever. Oh no it's dark and raining. How about you stay the night? Oh crap this is a one bed apartment. You get the point. He offers you the bed and he'll sleep on the couch but you say that's silly and to just share the bed. Webster already had a huge crush on you so his ears turn a bright red, but how can he turn down the offer to share a bed with you? You get ready and both go to bed. It's awkward at first until he breaks the silence with one of those deep questions and you start talking for hours. One thing leads to another and he's on top of you. He kisses you until you lose your mind. You run your hands up his bare chest until you reach the stubble on his face. You slowly remove each article of clothing on the both of you. The air is thick and warm. Can you imagine how feral this man will go if you praise him. This man just wants some love ok? He asks you how sure you are about this, not wanting to cross any boundaries. You agree enthusiastically. You tug at his hair. Run your hands down his back. He kisses your neck, holds your waist. He's so gentle with aftercare too. From here on out you stay the night more often.

"Just like that web don't stop, so good, you're so good"

"Fuck sweetheart you're gunna make me come"

Buck Compton

-I know this is sorta cliché but fire sex. It's around the holidays. It's cold, snowing and dark outside. Inside it's warm, cozy and comfortable. You are still in puppy love faze. It's sweet. You are both on the couch blanket on top. Fire crackling. Buck reading you a book. You have thought about it a lot, sex. Yet you've never really got there. Steamy makeout sessions. Been there and done that. But it hasn't made it farther than that. But gooood you want it to. Your hands wander over him. Getting more and more close south each time. You rub his thigh, testing the waters. You can tell he notices by how his adams apple moves. You slowly undo his belt as he continues to read the book. He lets you pull his jeans down and slowly remove him from his boxers. You move your hand tauntingly slow. Not moving any faster in hopes of riling him up. He puts the book down and pulls you up to his lips. He removes your shirt and bra. Flips you over to remove your pants and underwear. He's sweet and confident in each move he makes. He kisses up and down your inner thigh until he finally makes it to the center. He gives you a taste of your own medicine. Slowly keeping you on edge with his tongue until you beg him to fuck you. And he does just that. It's better than you could have ever imagined.

"For fucks sake buck if you don't get up here and dick me down"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers smut #ron speirs x reader #joe toye x reader #eugene roe x reader #david webster x reader #buck compton x reader

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Ronald Speirs x Medic!Reader Headcanons

Notes: Welcome to my Ron X reader headcanons! It goes through everything from Toccoa - post war! Word Count: 13,768

this is based off the fictional character(s) portrayed by the actor(s) in the show band of brothers, with no disrespect toward the real life veterans.

Warnings: Usual Band of Brothers and war stuff, swearing, once you get to the smut part there's too many things to give warnings for (it's not nasty just super smutty and a lil' kinky) Enjoy :D <3

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TOCCOA / NORMANDY

For the first bit you're at Toccoa you think that he HATES you because he’s constantly glaring at you the whole time from afar

It gets to a point where you start getting really nervous whenever you catch him staring, so none of the guys ever leave you completely alone just so they know you’re safe, and because, “we don’t know the guy, he could be crazy.” “Donny, we signed up to jump out of planes, we’re all crazy.”

He leaves anonymous gifts for you on your cot

Nothing fancy, just something like an extra pair of socks when you get to England, or one day after you’re being teased by Don, Muck, and Penkalla and they accidentally rip the binding of your book there’s a fresh brand new copy packaged neatly on your pillow

All of the boys of course go ‘OOOOOOOOoooOOOOOoo” every time something appears just to tease you

all through the second leg of training in England, he’s still staring at you but now it’s not just from across the training area, it’s also from across the pub, and the meeting rooms, and the mess hall

“If he keeps looking at me I’m gonna start yelling at him-”

“Maybe don’t do that while he’s at the range.”

everybody notices to the point of constantly teasing you about it

“y/n you may wanna ask Doc to check your back out from all of the knives Speirs is glaring into it-“

“MUCK-!”

You notice the stares are starting to happen less and less as it gets closer to D-Day

You honestly get kinda lonely without him hovering constantly, to the point where the rest of the guys start to notice you looking around for him

“Looking ‘round for your guardian angel y/n?”

“Toye I swear to god!”

The day that you were supposed to drop into Normandy comes and gets cancelled, and you’re too anxious to sleep and decide to slip out and go for a walk to clear your head

You’re wandering around the empty streets taking it all in because for all you know, this may be your last night on Earth and goddamn it if you can’t get hammered you’re gonna take a nice fucking walk

You’re 20 minutes into your walk along a few of the random streets and just enjoying a final night of calm, when you see a figure across the street from you smoking

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust and notice who it is (it’s Ron obv), and once you do you just pause because for the first time, you’re looking at him before he’s looking at you

When he looks up from lighting his cigarette his eyes go wide and he takes a small step back because you’re looking at him, ‘oh god why are they looking at me like that-’

You just give him a small smile and raise your hand in a wave

He just stares back at you until you turn and walk away, still smiling but just thinking ‘Oh god why did I wave at him? You looked like an idiot in front of Speirs nice going-’

D-Day arrives and you’re sitting with the rest of Easy getting your final mail call before you jump and you’re just pacing waiting and mildly freaking out

By this point, you’ve gotten so much comfort from being able to look around and find Ron to ground you that before you drop your head is on a constant swivel trying to find his eyes in the crowds of soldiers

You finally find them and when he looks at you he can see just how scared you actually are, (as much as you try to hide it)

Ron decided to make his way over to you because ‘they’re scared, I should go comfort them- that’s what you do when you like someone right?’

He walks right up to the small group you’re standing next to and they go completely silent as he does, but he just walks right past them up to you and you’re terrified because he’s never been this close to you before you’ve only seen him from across a room

You both just stand there staring at each other for a moment before Ron says “I’ll see you down there. Good luck.”

You’re just standing there trying to process just how close he is to you finally, and are trying to take in all his features and the sound of his voice because, ‘If I'm going to die the final thing I want to see is a good looking man.’

One of the boys has to cough really loudly to get you to snap back to reality

“Oh-! Yes- Yes Sir, good luck to you too…I hope to see you down there…under different circumstances than I usually see people…” You try and joke, half gesturing to the white medic band across your right bicep

You’re laughing a little awkwardly because ‘God he is good looking up close’ and he’s not laughing because of course he’s not, but he does have the absolute smallest quirk of the corner of his mouth, indicating that he heard your joke at all

One of the boys from the group just leans to another and goes “God that was bad, he’s gonna shoot them the second we get down there-”

You’re all loading up into the planes, and you stop on the last ring of the ladder to take a final look at allied Europe and you catch Speirs getting into his plane across the tarmac

He turns his head and for the second time he makes eye contact with you, rather than the other way around. He just nods and climbs in, hoping that he sees you down there, alive.

Once D-Day hits and rumors start about him killing that group of POWs everyone is like ‘fuck that’ and stays clear of him even more than usual

You hear the rumours and get a little anxious about seeing him again because you don’t really know anything about him, just that he’s handsome and a bit of a badass

For a while you only see him out of the corner of your eye, while you’re either waiting with Easy or while rushing by him trying to stop a soldier from bleeding out on a stretcher

Then the day comes when you have your second conversation and you start to realise that he’s just another man trying to get through this, and that maybe he’s not so bad

it happens when Tab gets stabbed and (as one of the medics for Easy) Joe Liebgott calls for you to come help Tab

your second real “conversation” is you turning to Speirs and demanding his compress bandages to stop the bleeding from his 3 wounds

he’s not used to being given orders, he’s a CO for God's sake, but when you do it he listens like they’re coming straight from the president himself

he’s always just admired from afar (except for your single previous conversation at the airfield), but he’s listening to you like ‘yes ma’am/sir whatever you say’ he is WHIPPED

you grab his hand and press it onto one of the wounds to compress it and his mind just stops for a second, because your hand is so warm and soft and the way you’re talking to Tab telling him that he’s “gonna be okay, don’t you worry Tab, I gotcha’” makes him feel something new

you leave with Tab to take him to the med station behind the line and Ron feels his heart tug at the sight of you walking away from him, (even if it is to help someone)

you come back from the aid station that you brought Tab to about 2 days later, and in those two days Ron is constantly hovering around Easy, whenever he gets a chance to see if you’re back yet

Easy is just like side eyeing him every time he comes over thinking ‘oh god he’s gonna kill us, he’s stalking his prey’

but once you get back and he sees that you’re okay, (just covered in a little more blood from helping at the aid station) he can breathe again and goes back to Dog Company like nothing happened

After a few days of being behind the lines you start to receive a few gifts

Definitely not as many as before you dropped but one every week or so

One day you get handed a letter from a runner and it has nothing it but a simple watch with a leather strap, no note or anything, but it’s convenient because your watch got broken during your last trench raid and have been in need of a new one

he has to suppress a smile each time he catches you checking the watch

Speirs gets a pretty nasty cut on his hand during a raid and instead of being concerned he’s decided it’s his chance to have another conversation with you, so instead of going to his own company's medics he makes a beeline straight for you.

you’re standing with a group of Easy men and he just comes walking right up to you being all like “y/n.” “o-oh! yes Sir- " "need your help.” and then he just wanders away knowing you’ll follow him

the boys you’re standing with just give you a look like you’re a dead man walking. George legit says “it’s been an honour serving with you” like you’re about to die (and honestly you’re so nervous you may just as well)

walks into the makeshift aid station where Gene is working on the shrapnel in Winters leg and Ron just leans against a table and hold his hand out to you, the blood is steadily flowing out of the cut and your eyes go wide and you start to freak out because “Sir this is a serious cut you should have gone to someone sooner! Where's your company medic? They could have helped you faster than coming to me!”

he just stands there staring at you with this blank expression but his eyes are so soft when he looks at you fussing over his cut.

(Gene and Winters are off to the side just giving each other a look, ever the observant ones)

you tell him his hand needs stitches but only a few. He's not been listening to you for the past 20 minutes while you stop the bleeding and disinfect his cut, he’s just staring at you and the way you look in the dirty window light.

he only snaps back when the stitching needle first threads through his skin and he takes a sharp breath in because he’s so caught off guard

your head snaps up to him when he hisses and you look so sad that you’ve hurt him

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean t’ hurt you, but we gotta get this closed up.”

your hand that is holding his steady moves slightly so you can run your thumb along his palm to sooth him

his whole arm is tingling when you touch him so gently, completely forgetting about you stitching his gash up until you pull your hand back like “alright Sir, you’re good to go. be sure to keep it clean, and in about a week your company medic can take those out for you.”

Just grunts and nods a thanks to you as he walks out the door.

Gene laughs a little and you turn to him all “what? what's it?” “nothin’…” “what do you mean ‘nothing’!” “just funny is all…you’re good to go Sir.” Gene just drops the conversation after that and leaves you spiralling as to what he meant by ‘nothin’’

when you make your way back to the group you were hanging out with, Malarkey just starts yelling “they’re alive!!! you made it, you stayed into the jaws of death and lived to tell the tale!!!”

You all laugh and the guys continue to tease you and you’re just standing there sputtering out excuses and blushing. Ron is just watching from afar through a cloud of smoke and his mouth tilts up just the slightest

You don’t have many conversations with him, but you both try and subtly go out of you ways to be near each other

Even the men start to notice that whenever Speirs has a moment of freetime he’s lingering around Easy or the aid station

You tend to walk around together a lot, (he’s always waiting outside the aid station for you after a long shift), it’s either you both walking in silence or you talking while he smokes

Rarely does he ever talk on your walks and it’s even rarer that it’s about his life outside of the war

The one or two times he slips up and tell you something about himself you feel so warm and hold that so close to your heart that you start a small list of facts about him in your notebook

Nothing huge just small things like, “like peonies”, “got a really bad haircut when he was 10 that he still hasn’t emotionally recovered from”

Ron wants to know everything about you and loves to hear you talk

He also starts a list of facts about you (that you both compare much later in the war)

(After a long while of knowing each other the lists have certain things crossed off like, “favourite colour is green the blue of the lake in his hometown”, and “their favourite song is ‘everybody loves my baby’ ‘sweethearts holiday”)

one day a book you were just talking to Webster about appears at the top of your pack, and sure it’s a little beaten and battered but you like it nonetheless, and all the guys start losing their minds because “WE’RE IN A WAR ZONE AND HE'S FINDING TIME TO GO BOOK SHOPPING FOR YOU???”

At this point you realise that you actually start to like-like him

You spend so much time together that the boys start poking fun at you and the officers start making some subtle remarks at Speirs (looking at you nix and Harry)

Everyone gets taken off the line and has a break pass in Aldbourne and it’s there that Speirs decided that now is the time to make some sort of move on you

Ron is picking you up from a long shift at the aid station with Gene and you look practically dead on your feet as you walk out, your hair is a mess, there’s blood on your clothes and under your nails and you’re pretty sure there may be vomit on your boots but to him you look like an angel with the light from the aid station coming from behind you giving you a halo

You walk up to him and give him a tired smile, already used to the routine of him walking you back to where you’re being billeted in, when he just blurts out

“Will you go dancing with me?"

You freeze, staring into his eyes (which are full of fear, although you’d never tell anyone that) and break out into a huge grin

“yeah…yeah I’d love to go dancing with you.”

Ron lets out the biggest sigh of relief you’ve ever heard and you gently slip your hand into his as he starts to walk

You just have the biggest grin on your face as he drops you off at your door and says “so, I’ll pick you up tomorrow night?”, “I’ll be waiting.”

This man is at your door 10 minutes early just pacing trying to work up the nerve to knock on your door, and you’re just watching him pace giggling to yourself because this man will jump out of a plane and kill Germans and show no fear, but he gets scared picking someone up for a dance

He finally knocks 2 minutes before he said he would be there and you rush to the door, pulling it open and freezing

Because good god he is in his dress uniform, clean shaven, hair neatly done and he is beautiful

You both stand there looking each other up and down for a few moments, taking the other in, since you’ve never seen each other cleaned up in your dress uniforms before

“Hi-” “You look-”

He takes (steals) one of the jeeps from the base to take you out to a small dance hall that’s just far enough out of the way that none of the regular enlisted men can get to it without a vehicle (perks of being a scary officer), so it’s you, a very small handful of other officers and the locals

This boy can DANCE

I fully believe that he would dance with his sisters and mother and grandmother when he was younger (in the way that you force your youngers to play games with you when you’re kids)

He’s also strong (HIS ARMS IN HIS DRESS UNIFORM ARE MMMMM-) so he can swing and spin you around like nobody’ business

This boy is smiling and laughing like there’s not a single thing wrong in the world, because when you’re in his arms that’s how everything feels

You both drink quite a bit and get rather giggly

You spend that last half of your night tucked together at the back of the hall in a booth, nursing lukewarm beers with your legs thrown over his and just whispering and giggling with each other

He is running his fingers up and down your leg!!!! He’s not doing it as any form of proposition, he’s doing it because he genuinely loves to just touch you and finds so much comfort in it

You’re both just talking and telling each other about yourselves and what your lives are like/what you want them to be after the war is over, (“If I knew all it took to get to know you was a few drinks, I would have stolen Nix’ secret stash.”)

You’re just constantly leaning closer and closer to each other throughout the night, to the point that your lips are basically brushing every time you speak

At the end of the night he drops you off at your house (he spins and waltzes you up to your door. Yes he’s tipsy.), and you lean in and give him a kiss, just a quick peck before rushing out a “Good night, I had a wonderful time!” and running through the door

You peek out the window to see him leave but he’s just standing there for a second, in a slightly tipsy daze because, you just kissed him, and he’s pretty sure his heart stopped

The next morning you wake up with a mild hangover and memories of an incredible night

You somehow manage to pull yourself out of bed, strip off the last of your dress uniform from last night and get yourself down to the mess hall in your OD’s

The second you have your food and walk over to Easy the boys lose their minds and are cheering and giving you pats on the back

You’re so confused because “what’s all this for? The war end while I was asleep?”

“Heard you had a little date last night with a certain officer-?”

Your head snaps over to Gene because he was the only other one at the aid station when Ron asked you out

“GENE-!” who looks smug as fuck as you start throwing wadded up napkins at him

Ron is watching from the officers table, smirking at how flushed you become from all the teasing

Nixon just leans over and goes, “You chose a good one Sparky. Those boys might be scared of you, but if you break their heart, they’ll break your fucking neck.”

I don’t think that you put a label on what you are, at least not for a long while since you’re both so scared of losing the other and in war nothing is guaranteed

You both just know that if you need someone to talk to or just are in need of some comfort you go to each other

You start to seek each other out unconsciously, eyes immediately searching for each other in every room and in every group after every mission

If someone is looking for one of you they know to look for the other because you’re never far behind each other

There’s a joke going around within Easy that you can’t ‘sleep without your teddy bear’ because you can’t sleep very well without Speirs

Sleeping cuddled up with Speirs in a pile of hay, leaves you better rested than sleeping alone on a real bed

You never tell each other you love one another until you go on leave in Paris, up until then you just say, “Come back to me.” “I will. Promise."

And the second you get back from anywhere you make a b-line for each other and say, “You came back to me.” “I promised, didn’t I?”

(You tell him that you love him first though. He doesn’t even hesitate to say it back.)

I don’t think that y’all kiss a lot just because Speirs is a very reserved person with a reputation to keep up

He does love to drag you behind buildings, away from prying eyes to kiss you or make out with you (he LOVES to make out with you against a wall where you can both just keep pushing against each other- we’ll get to this later, this man makes me have many thoughts)

You and Ron are sitting at the back of the room, just holding hands and playing with each others fingers, half watching the movie when some officer comes bursting through the doors turning on all the lights, shutting off the movie and yelling about moving back out

Ron and you look at each other because, “I didn’t buy a scarf in Paris."

BASTOGNE

At first you two are excited because you can have secret foxhole rendezvous, within a week you’re both like, ‘I am freezing and emotionally distraught, do not touch me’

The only person who bring you any comfort when you can’t be near Ron is Gene, but nobody wants to lose both their medics in one blast so you’re either in a foxhole by yourself or a little bit off the front and sitting with Joe Liebgott and/or George Luz

Everytime Ron comes by the foxhole the guys are still scared of him so they tend to stay silent while the two of you talk or they just completely dip and leave the two of you alone

(they realise how little time the two of you get to spend together now that you’re both: a) on the front line again, and b)meant to be on full alert to watch for any stragglers trying to force their way through)

The guys are still weary that you’re with Ron (in what sorta way you’re together the guys still aren’t 100% sure still), but I think that seeing the way he treats you in Bastogne changes that

He’s constantly making rounds, and “mysteriously” ending up at your foxhole

(he blames it on how sparse the line is but everybody knows that’s a lie because that man knows where everything is at all times)

You both don’t talk a lot during Bastogne, finding more comfort in physical closeness and sharing what little warmth you both have with each other

You’re both freezing but somehow Ron never seems to shiver, like he can just will his body not to, whereas you’re just shaking like a leaf as he hold you

On Christmas you’re huddled in your foxhole with Joe and George, and Winters comes crunching through the snow towards you

Being the nicest man ever he just crouches down and tell you

“Go.”

“‘Scuse me Sir?”

“Go spend Christmas with Sparky.”

You’re out of the foxhole the second he says ‘Christmas’ with a quick “Thank you Sir-really thank you!” over your shoulder as you’re moving as fast as your frozen legs can carry you

Plopping into his foxhole with your blanket and he’s startled for a second before smiling at you and in just the absolute softest voice

“Hey sweetheart, Merry Christmas.” with the sweetest smile that warms you from the inside out

He got (stole) a gift for you. It’s a non-army-issued scarf that’s your favourite colour.

You gave him a photo of the two of you that you’ve been secretly holding onto since you got them developed

It’s a photo of the two of you getting ready to have the actual photo of the two of you in your dress uniforms taken, but it's just him looking down at you as you fix his tie

He won’t admit it but he tears up a little when he sees it, because you’ve been getting the shit bombed out of you every day, you’re freezing to death, you don’t have enough of anything and everybody is so tired, but this photo is so domestic and sweet, and it reminds him of when you were anywhere but here and he just loves you so much he can’t fucking stand it

New years eve comes around and you’re in your shared foxhole with Liebgott and about 2 minutes before midnight Ron comes to do “his rounds” and “make sure everybody’s dug in properly”

(at this point everybody knows that if Ron is seen around Easy he’ll say it’s to check on everybody, but they all know he just wants to see you and make sure you’re okay)

He kneels down next to you and Joe nudges you awake

You startle upright and when you realise nobody is hurt you look and see Ron next to where you were sleeping

“Ron!” you’re so sleepy but so excited to see him for the first time since Christmas day, that his heart just about bursts

Just just motions you to follow him which you happily do, he’s a few paces ahead of you and you job a little to catch up to him and slip your freezing fingers into his fingerless glove covered ones

He leads you a little ways away from the other foxholes and behind a few trees (not so far that you couldn’t reach one if you started getting bombed again but here they won’t hear whatever you both say)

“What’s up Ronnie?”

He just holds a finger up for you to wait, after about 20 seconds of silence he whispers

“3…2…1” and gently cradles your face and kisses you so sweetly that you can’t help but sigh into it

It honestly turns into a light makeout before you pull back from him

“Wha-...what was that for? Not that I’m complaining but-”

“Happy new year sweetheart.”

You just beam at him because you may not have remembered but he did (specifically so that he could have an excuse to celebrate and make out with you)

“Happy new year honey.”

The day to take Foy comes finally and you’re sent out onto the field with the boys

You and Gene are not too far away from each other just incase the other needs any assistance

Ron is having the words day of his life, because he’s just stood up on that hill watching the battle take place, and he can’t do anything to help you

You’re hiding behind that building with Lipton when you hear someone calling for a medic on the other side of the street

Ron just got the order to take over and he’s about to start running when he sees you go down

you stuck your head around the corner to get a better look at who was yelling and you get *ping!*’d by a bullet, right off the side of your helmet, throwing you back onto the snow

Ron takes of running through the field because ‘oh god they’ve been hit’ and he needs to get this situation under control because god knows Dike isn’t going to

he takes over for Dike and starts giving out orders before running to “talk to carwood” (check if you’re alive)

he sees you sitting up against the brick wall partially covered by Randleman’s arm comforting the best he can in this situation you as you shake -because, sure you may have been through various war zones in the past year and a bit, but everybody knows that you don’t kill medics- and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief as he realises you’re not hurt just extremely shaken at the close call

When Carwood tells him they need to link up with I company he doesn’t hesitate to start running again, you lean forward trying to grab at his jacket yelling for him to come back

he ignores you, knowing that if he looked back at your terrified face he wouldn’t be able to move forward

Carwood leans over to tell you that he’s made it to I company, but you’re just sitting there shaking because “oh god he’s gonna die, he’s gonna fucking die- Lip why would you tell him that? You know how he is!”

When Lip peaks his head back around the building he sees Ron running back to you and decided against telling you because he knows that’ll just make you worse

the second Ron makes it back to you, you're pounding against his chest with closed fists and yelling at him through tears that he’s “-an asshole! what the fuck were you thinking?! what if you got hit- i can’t fucking stand you!”

Ron isn’t hurt because he knew that was going to terrify you but he had to do it

He’s not even paying attention to you tbh, he’s talking to Lip because he needs to get you safe first, reunions are for after the battle is done

Once the battle is officially over you’re all sitting about, most of the men sitting on the tank in the centre of town, singing and being filmed by the camera men.

you’re standing partially off to the side next to George, practically ignoring Ron -who is lingering nearby talking to Winters- giving you glances every few seconds

He knows you have every right to be frustrated and angry with him because he put his life at risk multiple times without thinking of the consequences other than he ‘needs to end this gotta make sure you’re safe’, but that doesn’t mean that it hurts any less

suddenly a shot rings out from the attic of one of the destroyed houses and a bullet whizzes right by you, everybody scatters, George grabs you and pull you behind the building with Shifty

you’re completely frozen in George’s grip, terrified that you almost got shot again

And “Jesus Christ, don’t they know you’re not supposed to shoot medics, they’ve got a fucking armband for a reason” from George behind you who has an iron grip on your arms

waiting a few moments after Shifty took the shot people nervously start walking back onto the street, but Ron makes a beeline for where George is still gripping onto you (explaining that he “can’t lose another friend he just can’t”)

Ron just grabs you and pulls you into him, you tuck your head right between his shoulder and jaw, your cold nose against his neck causing him to shiver

he just holds you and you hold him

cut to: night in the church and you’re finally warm and able to shed some layers since you’re no longer freezing to death

Ron walks up to you, no jacket on just his sweater with the army-issued suspenders hanging around his waist (‘he looks like such husband material- now is not the time you’re supposed to be mad at him!!!’)

“Can I speak to you…in private…” he leads you through the church to one of the back rooms and closes the door so you can speak freely

You both just stand there staring at each other, both being too stubborn to apologise first

You’re just staring at him in the candlelight for a moment, taking in the way the light flickers off his features and his eyes and you just burst into tears, bringing your hands up to over your face

Ron is so startled it takes a moment for his brain to reboot and realise ‘holy shit they’re crying’ and scoop you into his arms

He rubs the back of your head and you just weep into his chest, crying out run-on sentences like “I’m sorry i was hitting you I was so mad at you- why the fuck would you do that-” as he tries to comfort you between your sobs, “I’m sorry-” “What if you had gotten hit, I couldn’t have gotten to you, I would have just had to watch-” “I’m so sorry” “I don’t hate you I promise, I’m sorry I was so mad-”

Ron just stands there rubbing over your head and back, rocking you in his arms as he lets you cry about everything that’s happened

Once you settle down a little bit so now you’re just hiccupping and the last few tears falling down your cheeks Ron just whispers into the crown of your head “I thought I lost you…”

You pull back a little and tilt your head up to look at him “...what do you mean? Just because you scared the shit outta me doesn’t mean I’m gonna leav-”

“No when you- I saw you get hi-” He closes his eyes to try and calm himself, just imagining what had happened to you and what he thought happened to you brings him to tears, “I saw you fall and lay there and I thought I just watched the love of my life die in front of me-”

“Ron-Ron please look at me…” He has to will his eyes open, ‘I’m here, I’m okay I promise. A little scared, a little dinged up, but I’m safe, and you’re safe- and we’re okay.” you both just lean back into each other and hold each other for a few minutes, both trying to calm yourselves and reassuring each other that you’re okay

Gentle “I thought I lost you” kisses !!!!!!

About an hour after, you and Speirs disappear you come back out to the main room, the choir is still singing and a few of the boys look over, ready to poke fun at you and lighten the mood, but the second they see your face they back out because, you may not let on but you’re just as affected by everything as everyone else is, and you watching the man you’re in love with risk his life was finally your breaking point

You fall asleep in that church cuddled up on one of the pews towards one of the side windows, Ron sitting sideways on the pew with his legs laid out, you’re laying cuddled into him with your back against his chest and holding his arms wrapped around you

You both just whispering to each other how much you love one another between sleepy kisses as you fall asleep

HAGENEAU

Hageneau isn’t much better emotionally, everybody is still cold and miserable, and people keep dying even though you’re covered by houses and roofs

The only saving grace is the single warm shower with no soap, the clean uniform and the uncomfortable squeaky mattresses

Speaking of the showers, the officers get their own shower area away from the other men, that are broken into small cubicles for a bit more privacy

Ron sneaks you into the officers shower so you can have some time for just yourself, instead though you ask Ron to stay with you

He's hesitant because you never get any time to just be alone, constantly surrounded by other soldiers or on occasion being shuttled to the aid station as an extra set of hands

But he takes one look at you, covered in blood and dirt, barely able to keep your eyes open, cold and so so upset, and he folds like a lawn chair, nodding and following you to one of the stalls

When you shower together this time nothing about it is sexual, it’s the complete opposite of your time in Paris, nobody is laughing and making soapy mohawks or having really good shower sex. You’re just standing near each other, sometimes not even touching, just enjoying the warm water and the feeling of weeks of dirt and blood running down the drain

You both stand there a few times, looking at each other and the others body, taking in all the changes that your body has gone through since before Bastogne

You spend some time just running your hands over the others' new scars, some are fresher and some have faded with time. There’s a few scars that were fresh when you were on leave and when you both run your fingers over them for a moment you can imagine you’re back there safe and haven’t yet gone through the hell-on-earth that is that forest

Then the ground rattles with artillery and you decide that’s enough time wishing you were somewhere else.

Ron claims a room in the least destroyed house he can find and is like “I found a room for us :)” and something about the way he says “us” makes you feel warmer than the sun and it lifts your mood so much for such a little thing

The night of the prisoner snatch is stressful and you’re not even going across the river

You’re sat on the edge of the allies bank right where the boats will land, just incase anybody is hurt

You spend the entire time after they launched crouched against the cold dirt hoping that your friends make it out okay

Of course nothing goes right and it’s practically a fist fight as the boat sails across the water

You’re right there the second they land and jump into action

The boys carry Eugene Jackson towards the basement where the rest of the men had been waiting, struggling as he writhed and cried from the pain, limbs flying out every which way, and eventually smacking you right in the face

Your eyes water as Eugene's fist collides with your cheek, sending you stumbling back into the wall

There’s yelling and chaos and you holler for someone to “go grab Doc Roe!”

By the time Gene gets to you your fresh uniform has blood smeared on it from trying to cradle Eugene's face to keep him still and your hands are wet with the red liquid

Gene gestures for you to move and allow him to take over which you do willingly, now turning to Babe to try and distract him from the horrible screaming and crying Eugene is letting out

Ron is sitting up on the bed in the he had commandeered for you both when you come shuffling into the room blood soaking your hands and smeared on your fresh uniform

He doesn’t look up from the files he was given, just greeting you with a, “Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?”

You don’t respond, just walking silently into the bathroom attached to the room turning on the tap and scrubbing the blood off your hands

“Baby?”

You’re just scrubbing, and scrubbing and scrubbing and it just ‘won’t come off’ and ‘jesus christ why won’t it come off?’

You’re not even scrubbing anymore you’re just scratching at your hands, your wrists, your arms, and you just want it off “off, off, get it off”

And suddenly rough hands gently grab your wrists and there's a voice speaking to you and telling you that, “it’s okay, we’ll get it off, we’ll get it off…take a deep breath and we’ll get it off”

You’re not even crying you’ve just gone numb and have a thousand yard stare over Ron’ shoulder as he gently washes your hands in his own, he’s watching the red water turn to pink and finally to clear

Ron takes his time, making sure to clean every finger and under every nail until your hands are the cleanest they’ve been since before Bastogne

Ron turns off the tap and just looks at you with the saddest eyes, you don’t even realise he’s finished until he asks you “are you okay?” he knows the answer but knows that’s the only way to get you to tell him what happened

“Eugene died…” his eyes go wide, “Jackson- Eugene Jackson…” his face goes slightly more lax, realising that your fellow medic hadn’t been killed “he was twenty-three…he kept crying he was in so much pain, his face- he was-”

Ron is watching you concerned and gets scared as you just stop talking, like someone suddenly turned off a radio

“You don’t have to talk y/n…can I- can I touch you?” He’s never seen you this small before, you’re like a wounded animal, your eyes are dead and looking straight through him

Not even looking at him you just nod silently. Ron nods back and scoops you into his arms, carrying you back into the main room, gently placing you on the bed

You’re both silent as he unlaces and takes off your boots, and then your dirty jacket and (he asks of course), your pants and shirt too

he’s already making a plan to get you a new uniform before you wake up

he grabs his sweater he was wearing that night in the church and pulls it over you, it covers you well enough since it’s a size too big

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and Ron gets up for a moment and walks over to his pack and takes out a small bottle and a rag, he tips just a few drops of the liquid onto it and comes back to you, so softly just brushing it over your hands to get rid of the smell of copper blood

Once he’s done you raise your hands to your nose and it just smells like Ron

It takes you a moment because you haven’t smelled it since Paris but it’s the cologne he bought while you were both there, and it just takes you back to the time you spent together, when everything was okay and it felt like you weren’t two soldiers on leave but just two people in love spending time together

you realise that he wiped just enough of the cologne on your hands that you can’t smell the copper anymore and you can just smell him

you just lay down and curl up on the bed as Speirs gets his outer layers and boots off before climbing in behind you and pulling into him, your back to his chest

he just holds you the whole night, letting you cry, or mumble about how “none of this is fair”, and he talks about what you’re going to do together after all this is over, talking to you sleep

“I’ll get you a house with a big old porch that wraps around the entire house. We can drink tea and watch the sun go down.”

(had to throw in a Notebook quote for emotional damage)

GERMANY

When news comes that you’ll be moving in to occupy Germany you can’t tell whether to be excited or terrified because taking Germany means the end of the war, but it also means a final stand on the Germans part

Now that Ron is Easy’ CO that means that you can travel in the same vehicle

So you’re both sitting in the backbed of a truck with some other Easy men when you see something bright flash over your hand

You hold up your hand and see it flash again

Looking over your shoulder you see from behind the thick layer of trees, the sun is shining for the first time in nearly 2 months

You shoot up from your seat, turning to look out the side of the uncovered truck and Ron shoots out to grab your waist to stop you from tumbling over

“Woah-! What are you doing- What is it?”

“The sun!”

He looks up at you like you’re crazy

“The sun is out! And it’s warm!”

You guys break through the trees and the sun just lights you up, and for the time in months the sun is out, and its yellow and it’s warming you from the outside in

Ron is just holding you by the waist and looking up at you like you’re crazy but suddenly the yellow light from the sun is shining on your face, and the wind is blowing through your hair and you are beaming looking at the sun shining overhead

You get so excited at the warmth you’re finally getting and start to stip off your scarf, fingerless gloves, hat and thicker jacket

Joe playfully wolf whistles and the sound of it snaps Ron out of the trance you had unknowingly put him in with a, “Shut it Liebgott!”

Compared to the last town you stayed in Landsberg seems like a dream

Warm homes, real beds, actual fresh food and warm weather

But then you find the camp

And everything seems just hopeless

You all had known the Germans were bad, there’s a reason you’re fighting a war against them

But none of you had really realised just how bad it really was

As you walk through the open gates people are gently grasping at your jacket, your hair, your hands

Looking for some sort of comfort and thanking you

You try and comfort them back, saying words of relief in the broken German Joe had been teaching you back in the foxhole in Bastogne

As a medic you and Gene are asked to stay behind to give any attention to anyone you possibly can

Ron has to go back to the battalion HQ to give his report of what they found, and leaving you here, watching you take care of the people who have been through such horrible acts as they close the gates behind him, Nixon, Winters and Welsch, locking you in there is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do

You don’t come home until late that night, reeking of death and alcohol

You and Ron don’t say anything to each other, you just sit on a couch in the house the officers were sharing, and you pull out the random bottle Lewis gave you and just pass it back and forth in silence the whole night, knowing that you had to get up and go back there again in the morning

Leaving the people in the camp behind was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, forming a relationship of trust with the people in there and suddenly having to up and leave them after a week because of some higher-ups orders was one of the most frustrating experiences you’ve ever had

But when Ron told you you’re leaving to Berchtesgaden it felt like the beginning of the end

The drive up through the mountains is one of the most beautiful views you’ve ever seen

“It’s beautiful here. We should come back again one day.”

“You mean like when we’re not getting shot at?”

“Of course I mean when we’re not getting shot at Ron.”

Walking through the small town of completely abandoned high ranking Nazi homes was so eerie and had everyone on guard, until the entire place was swept and cleared the men started drinking like the war was over

(which at this point is basically was)

Ron is looting like it’s his job. He comes back to the room in the house the officers taken over with armfulls of expensive items everytime he comes back from somewhere

You spend most of your time hanging out with the other men of Easy, exploring the area, swimming and looting as well

You and Ron spend one night together where you’re just laying in the large bed in the officers house, with all the windows open and are just talking about what’s going to happen next

“War in Europe’s is over…do you have enough points to go home?”

“No…even if I did you’re not going to the Pacific without me Sparky.”

It’s a difficult conversation to have because you’ve both just barely made it through the war in Europe together and now you’re going to be shipped off to the Pacific where everything is 10x worse, which means it’s 10x more likely that one of you isn’t making it out of there alive

Ron is in his dress uniform watching you play baseball with everyone, just taking in the moment

The second that Dick says that the war is over your eyes snap to each other and you run and jump into his arms

He lifts you up and gives you the biggest kiss, (which has the boys cheering even louder)

You both get HAMMERED that night with everyone (except for Dick who is present but is not drinking lol)

There’s a chugging competition between everyone, (Lewis is a man who sips his drinks so he does not do well, I think that Bill wins, then Joe Toye and Ron is maybe 3d)

By the time 2 am rolls around everyone is blissfully drunk, and you and Ron have migrated out to the balcony and are just slow dancing together silently

since the war has been officially declared over you spend the rest of your time in Germany relaxing, swimming and just having fun and being kids with everyone basically, until you’re given a way to get back to the states

POST WAR

You go back to your families for about 2 months before you realise that you can’t live without each other and yall buy a house

it’s a fixer upper in a nice neighbourhood and it becomes your own project

you buy a camera to document the process of you renovating the house until it becomes your dream home

it takes about 8 months for it to be finished, and after Ron claims the garden as his fixer upper project and he makes it beautiful

I don’t Ron actually proposes I think he just looks up at you one day, the sun shining through the living room window, the radio playing quietly and you just look so ethereal and content, it reminds him of when he asked you to go dancing with him that he just can't help but say

“Will you marry me?”

You’re already smiling before you even look at him, taking your time to put your bookmark in before looking at him with a smile to rival the sun and just say

“Yes. I think I will.”

You guys are married within a year of him asking

I think you would have a small wedding, right in that perfect time where spring turns to summer and it’s not too hot but everything in Ron’s beautiful garden is blooming

You have the ceremony outside of a historical home under a huge willow tree

It’s just you both, your immediate families and Easy, everyone is dressed in their dress uniforms and I think Ron would be too (unless you asked him to wear a proper suit in which case he absolutely would)

Lipton is Ron’s best man, with Lewis being a part of his groomsmen

Dick walks you down the aisle (he is crying the whole way) and hands you off to Ron

The reception is in the backyard of the home, there's a beautiful ceremony setup (i'm legit picturing Bilbo baggins 111th birthday party energy)

The list of people had to be approved before the wedding because everybody wanted to make a speech

The list goes: You and Ron, one of each of your parents, Dick, Eugene, Lewis, Malarkey

You and Ron have a perfect first dance and the second it’s over you’re being spun around the floor by every soldier in Easy, all saying things like “you never danced with us at any of the pubs so we’re making up for lost time!”

He love to garden after the war

The officers come over about every 2 months to catch up and have dinner, and every single time one of them gets roped into hearing about how “I asked for white hydrangeas and do you know what Glenda at the store gave me? Pink hyacinth! Can you believe her? Everybody knows that you can’t put pink hyacinth next to pink peonies, they’d clash!”

“Dick, I’d go save your husband over there before he buries mine in his precious garden.”

I don’t think you have/adopt kids right away, instead you adopt a dog from a shelter that you treat like your kid

I do think Ron would like to be a dad one day though

post war i think he either just had a calm day job like down at a shop or something or he becomes a teacher (elementary school maybe like grade 6? and all the kids love him)

i don’t think he talks a lot about the war once its over, only the happy parts at least

how he sleeps head cannons:

he likes cuddling you in any way possible but he prefers either your back to his front or his head on your chest with his body half sprawled on top of yours

DEATH GRIP ON YOU, you have to pry his arms off you if you need to get up in the night

but he does get nightmares a lot, not ones where he’s kicking and screaming, but he starts to shift and mumble

you usually wake him up by just holding him and quietly talking to him to wake him

he wakes with a start and a jolt and his breathing is rapid and uneven and it takes him a few minutes to remember he’s home and he’s safe

you both just lay there and he silently cries for a few minutes and you comfort him

i think after a night like that he’s up for the rest of the night, he just putters around or sits up and thinks, he always tells you to go back to bed though

you always stay up with him, saying that “I was awake anyways, couldn’t sleep.” through big yawns laying against his side on the couch or big window seat

there was one night a few months after the war ended and everything was still a little too fresh, and Ron is mumbling and shifting

you wake up because he starts to throw his arms around

you lean over to try and wake him up because he’s getting louder and starting to kick his legs

Then his arms start to flail

you ‘re getting scared because he just won’t wake up so you grab him by his shoulders and shake him, begging for him to open his eyes

His eyes shoot open as he’s frantic and lost and you realise that he's not here with you

His hands come up and he grabs your arms so tight you’re pretty sure they’ll bruise and he shoves you off of him, you go tumbling off the bed onto the floor, smacking your head

You lay there dazed for a moment dazed, your head aching

Ron has pushed himself up against the headboard, trying to calm his breathing and come back down from whatever memory he had been trapped in

You both just sit/lie still for a minute, the only sound being your heavy breathing, until Ron whispers

“Y/n?”

And god he just sounds so small, and broken and scared

You haven’t heard him this scared since Bastogne when he thought you died, and it scares you just how defeated he sounds

You push yourself off the floor and crawl on the bed, flicking on the small bedside lamp and illuminating the room just enough that you can see just how messy he looks

His eyes are wet and his hair is a mess, his chest is heaving with shuddering breaths

You don’t touch him, just reach your hand out and place it between you two, giving him the option to take it or not

“Yeah Ron, I’m here…don’t worry, I’m here, you’re safe in our home.”

He gently reaches out and tangles your fingers together, slowly shifting closer to you, seeking some comfort but not wanting to touch you, his body still on high alert from his dream

“Wh-what were you doing on the floor? Did- did I-”

“Ron no-”

“Oh god- I’m so sorry I- I didn’t mean to- you know I would never-” He starts to cry. No not cry, he starts to heave and sob, appalled that he could hurt you in any way

He pushes himself back from you and curls up against the headboard

You crawl right up next to him and wrap him in your arms, running a hand through his hair and up and down his back as you whisper to him

“I know Ron- I know baby. You would never hurt me. You didn’t know, you weren’t here with me, you were somewhere else.”

It never happens again this badly, but there are still nights where the one of you has to hold the other when they wake up scared, confused and just lost

The first Easy Company reunion comes around and when you show up everybody is like “Who is this man and what have you done with Captain Speirs?” because this man is giving you regular kisses and ones on the cheek, he’s holding your hand and has his palm on the small of your back, you’re holding hands and basically just being a normal couple, but the boys cannot function because “Where is our scary Captain Speirs, and what did you do with him??”

Is that a SMILE???? The boys have no idea how you’ve done this but you have somehow caused their rough and tumble CO to become so soft and loving they can barely look at the two of you

At one point everyone is dancing and he pulls you out onto the floor and I fully believe that Malarkey passes out because he’s so shocked

this boy can DANCE i’m telling you. he love to slow dance with you

He is pulling out all the moves because he's finally around his friends in a space where they’re not getting shot at constantly and he can finally let go and be himself

The boys are all whooping and hollering because you both look so carefree and in love and they’re so happy for you

when you finally have time to relax you both spend a lot of time reading with your legs thrown over his lap and his hand is just gently rubbing your calf and ankle, it’s a great reminder that you’re both here together and everything is calm and safe now

Only after the war does he actually loosen up in public, and oh boy you better be ready because the second he starts showing how much he loves you in public he refuses to stop

I’m talking: hand holding every second you’re outside because “I don’t want you to get lost…and your hands are soft”, kisses for everything whether it’s kisses as payment for getting something off a shelf for you or kisses just because you look so good that he just can’t help himself

shows you off at every chance he gets: he goes down to the shop (he’s befriended every old lady who works the register) and when he’s at checkout the lady goes “and who’ve you got with you today Ronald?” and he’s so excited and is all like, “this is y/n, my partner!”

This man reads poetry!!!! And he loves to recite it to you while you’re both cooking, or laying in bed late at night while you play with his fingers, and he loves to read it to you while you’re sitting in your backyard with his head in your lap and your fingers combing through his hair gently

looks at you with his warm gaze so full of love, almost always when you turn to look at him and see him just watching you with his warm brown eyes and you just get so shy and flustered you have to look away (he loves when you get like that he thinks it’s so fucking cute)

EXTRAS

flirts with you all the time!!! (even after you’re married. he just loves to make you swoon)

one may think that Ron would get in to fights when someone disrespects you but you alway tell him “they’re not worth it Ron don’t bother honey.”

but YOU on the other hand, if someone says something about Ron you jump their ass

that actually happened back when everyone was at some small pub one night and you’re walking back to the table with all the boys at it and some guy tries to harass you so Ron steps in with one of those ‘You better back the fuck off my partner’ looks and you start back to your seat when the guy pipes up about Ron and you just swing around and DECK him. All that time training came in handy as you started to beat his ass. All the boys are cheering you on (Bill will say that he’s never been prouder of you, and both Joes and Tab were cheering like they had money on you)

it takes Ron, Winters and a tipsy Nixon to pull you off the poor guy before you kill him

Ron pulls you out of the bar to cool of but you just keep your hands locked and keep walking until you get back to your room and have some fantastic rage induced sex (not mad at each other, just riled up and showing one another how much you love and care for each other)

has a really deep morning voice

and the best bed head, like he makes it look so good and like such boyfriend/husband materal

loves to stare at you when you get happy/excited, it makes him happy!

the second he realises that he can loot he anonymously leaves you gifts that he thinks you’d enjoy

it starts off simple with items like candies and treats

then it becomes more thoughtful like a nice chain or a simple ring band that won’t get in the way of your work as a medic

he absolutely loves seeing you wear or read the gifts he’s left for you, it’s like he’s there protecting you and claiming you as his but from afar, when you play with the ring on your finger when your nervous out bored during briefings it makes him so happy

is a surprisingly good singer?? doesn’t do it very often and NEVER around people (epically the men) but when it’s just you two with a moment alone he loves to sing to you while swaying gently with one hand on your waist and one holding yours

Loves to sing ‘I’ll be seeing you’ by Billie Holiday

everytime he comes back from looting a house he goes “give me your hand.” and pulls out a handful of different sizes, cuts and colours of rings, gently placing each one on your finger, noting each time you say that you like an aspect of it

“I like the cut of the stone in this one, I'm just not sure of the colour though.”

Ron: *quickly grabs his notebook and scribbles something down in it before pocketing the ring*

LOVES when you play with his dog tags (especially when you are laying together post-sex), and loves the way your dog tags look when you’re bouncing on him, and they’re jingling and catching the light perfectly

i think his love languages are;

giving: gift giving and acts of service, quality time

receiving: quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch

speaking of physical touch:

he is NOT big on PDA, he prefers to keep any intimate moments like kissing just between the two of you (or occasionally quick pecks around the other officers, that causes you to blush so much he has to give you a second one. Even Dick jokes at him, “Jesus Sparky, please keep it in your pants-” “Dick I swear to God-!”)

but when you are in public is more like a gentle hand on the small of your back, brushing hair out of his face and letting your fingers linger there for a little longer than necessary, linking your pinkies together when you’re standing close enough

he also LOVES when you grab the back of his jacket/shirt or his belt loop to not get lost in a crowd, it makes him feel like you trust him

when y’all are in PRIVATE he LOVES making out

slow and gentle, just you and him, rubbing your hands along his stubble, pulling back for a moment to giggle and tell him how ticklish it is, (he promises to shave it, you tell him your like to feel it somewhere else before he does)

loves making out with you ANYWHERE but especially his office, like pushing you up onto his desk where his body fits perfectly between your legs, he can trap you between his arms and hold your hands down onto the wooden desk, loves the sense of privacy it gives you both

more than once you’ve been interrupted and you’ve had to fake bringing him some papers he needed

“Speirs- Sergeant L/N! Sorry for interrupting, I didn’t realise you had a… guest.”

“It’s alright Sir, they were just dropping off some paperwork.” Winters is SO EMBARRASSED, but not nearly as much as you are when Nixon points out

“You might wanna fix your hair before you go anywhere else Sergeant.” with a shit eating grin on his face.

your face goes red before you look at Ron guilty, he just smirks back at you causing you to blush an even deeper shade of red.

carries around pictures of you in his OD jacket pocket!!!!! they’re in a tin so they don’t get ruined, he loves to just flip through them and stare when you are a part from each other

there’s a few photos of the two of you when you finally had weekend passes and you went to Paris. There's one of you and him both in your uniforms standing together, his arms wrapped around you as you're mid laugh and he’s looking down at you with eyes like you hung the moon.

You’ve got one really good one you put on your bedside table when you get back, it’s Ron in regular clothes smiling directly into the camera blowing smoke out of his mouth, it’s very domestic and handsome. The first time he sees it he’s all “oh come on you wanna keep that one? It’s so bad-" "I think you look beautiful and handsome, like a leading man.” He sees how you stare at that photo and decides ‘maybe it’s not so bad after all’

Another is of you both in regular civilian clothes, it’s a strip of photo booth pictures, that get progressively more steamy. The first one is just you two looking at each other, you’re sitting on his lap and cradling his face. the second one is you both kissing, it’s sweet (and later he puts that one in his wallet when you get home). Third photo is, you both, still kissing but now your hands are gripping his shirt and his hands are all in your hair (that way that Tab runs his hands through that girl's hair in Holland, you know the gif). the final one in the strip is of him staining at you with loving eyes, having just pulled back from a kiss- hands still in your hair- but you’re staring directly into the camera with this look on your face that he loves seeing, you’re rapidly unbuttoning your shirt

nsfw:

in that tin of photos there are more than a few risqué and sexual ones. You rented a camera to take photos while in Paris and when you finally get the developed images sent to you at the front you and Ron open them and the first photo is of you just sitting against the headboard of the hotel room bed, hugging a pillow against your naked body with the sheets bunched up around your feet, your hair is a controlled beautiful mess and you’re staring directly into the camera with half lidded eyes, (obviously just having settled down enough the push yourself upright). Ron’s breath hitches and he grabs it, immediately placing it in the tin with other photos of you both.

photos of you both mid sex

you have one that you took while riding him, he’s laying down with his head thrown back and his mouth partially open and his eyes are closed and he just looks wrecked. you pocket that one just as quickly as he pocketed yours.

he has one of you doing it in front of a mirror, he’s behind you taking the photos and your head is thrown back and your back is arched. the photo is slightly blurred because of the movement while he was taking it but he love it

the first time you had sex together was when you were back in civilization for a US Open show and we’re billeted on the same block.

he is so gentle that first time and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he slides into you.

“oh fuuuuuck, god-“ he hisses through his teeth to keep himself quiet

says that he’s quiet in bed but occasionally after a long day (or if he’s drunk) will groan and moan, taking deep breaths so loud like a virgin trying not to cum to quickly

Aims to please!!!!!! love going down on you especially when he either needs to let go for a while (lets you ride his face), or if he gets jealous and wants to make sure you know that he’s the only one who can make you feel like that.

if you have a vagina he pushes your legs up by the backs of your thighs so you’re completely exposed and fucking goes at it, not stopping until you either; start crying, cum so many times you lose count, squirt or safe-word him. will push your hands away when

you try to grab his hair to either push him away or bring him closer.

if you have a penis he loves sitting you down on a chair or the edge of a bed and holding you down by your thighs so you can’t buck up into his mouth. gets you there then holds tight at your base so you cant cum/pulls back at the last second to ruin it. will dig his short nails into your thighs when you won’t stop moving.

pull his hair please

would never say it but loves when you call him by his rank

you accidentally said it one time when you were on leave and you didn’t come out of the room all day. you had a reservation for dinner at 5 and when that time rolled around you were letting in the bed shaking, coming down from the best orgasm of your life. you tried to get up and have a shower but ended up going twice more around the room and twice in the shower, every time finishing with a cry of “Lieutenant Speirs!”, they got him to just go harder. you showed up for your 5pm reservation at 8:30, still shaking slightly. Ron was a smug s.o.b through all of dinner.

fucked👏🏻you👏🏻on👏🏻his👏🏻desk👏🏻

had his hand covering your mouth to keep you from screaming so loud everyone could hear you

at one point someone comes and knocks on his door, he slows but doesn’t stop rocking into you as he speaks to them through the door, his hand covering your mouth and you stare at him with wide eyes, as he’s speaking to the poor person on the other side of the door he kisses and nips and sucks at your neck, basically he’s torturing you and expects you to make zero noise

you let out a single squeak and he freezes, glaring at you, you start shaking your head trying to apologize but his hand is still over your mouth

“i’ll come back later sir…”

the SECOND that poor guy is gone Ron tightens his hand on your mouth and goes crazy, rubbing you with his one hand, while moving in and out and fucking whispering into your ear practically degrading you for making so much noise while he’s fucking you and someone is on the other side of the door (this man makes me have many thoughts)

he loves to look up at you while going down on you, the same as earlier, he’s looking up at you like you hung the moon and the stars and you can barely look at him because the look in his eyes is just too much for your brain to process through all the stimulation

when he’s jealous or you’re both being rougher he loves to make you look him in his eyes, staring at him as he makes you feel so good and his eyes flutter closed because he’s getting just as much if not more pleasure from this than you are

will finger you under any table, does not matter who is sitting with you

(possibly more than) once Ron has been fingering you under the table and Lewis and Dick know exactly what’s going on and one of them has to fake feeling sick because they know if they don’t leave now yall are gonna end up fucking on the table and they don’t want to see that

once you two are married he LOVES and i means LOVES to finger you and lick your cum off of his ring finger with the wedding band still on it, it’s so possessive and makes him so turned on

you’re the only person who can top him

loves when you take control, especially when you ride him and pull his hair, grab him by the face to make him look at you and are overall rough with him (also loved when you make him cum before you and you just sit with him twitching inside you while he comes down until he can go again because i “I didn’t finish, what did i say was going to happen if you came before I got to?”

lazy, beautiful morning sex in with a warm breeze coming through the windows

defo has fucked you in the back garden; both on the grass (you were bent over on the ground gardening and he just couldn’t help himself because “you know how i feel when you wear those bottoms-“), and him sitting on the wicker seating set with the comfortable cushions you have in the back with you lazily riding him, not really thrusting and jumping as much as just lazily rolling your hips together

loves clothed sex; both of you being clothed (hiumping each other over pants or him pulling your dress/skirt up to push against your underwear), or only one of you being clothed (he loves the way it looks when he’s jumping against your covered ass and you love the way the front of his pants look when you get them wet by rocking against him)

not necessarily risky when it comes to sex but has a bit of a kink for almost getting caught, (would never want you two to get actually caught since he’s “the only one allowed to see you like this”)

you guys have fucked in ever room in your house, just to run through a couple places:

living room: couch, every chair, floor (rug)

kitchen: kitchen table, counter (both over and on top of it), dining room table

bedroom: bed, chair, over the and on top of the dresser, against the door, against ye window (faces the backyard)

bathrooms: bathtub, shower, lid closed (ya nasty) sitting on the toilet, against the door, tiled floor and the bath mat

office: desk (over it, on top of it, on the edge of it, eating you out/sucking him off leaning against the table/sitting on the edge of the chair), sitting on his lap in the chair, against the bookshelf, window nook, the arm chair

garage: in the car, on the hood of the car, against the door during parties, against the wall (the concrete causing you to arch your back from the cold rough texture)

closets (upstairs ones while guests are over and asking “where tf are our hosts?”

okay that’s my short list of places lmaooo

idc what parts you have Ron has a breeding kink

you guys love to cockwarm while reading it while one of you is doing work

likes to kiss you while you’re having sex but when you’re in control prefers when you bite and nip at him

has a slight choking kink

within the first 2 times you guys have sex he knows a) exactly what to do to get you going and b) where the most sensitive parts of your body are and WILL use that against you every chance he gets

this man whines when he gets too sensitive, is really calm and comfortable, or when you’re topping him and calling him nicknames

has a choking kink (on either of you)

he’s very vocal with grunts and either praise or degrading you, also moans the first time he’s in you, every time

calls you: baby, sweetheart, perfect, (when more aggressive): cocksleeveve, slut, good boy/girl

will call you his personal medic/nurse/doctor

you call him: baby, lovey, good/perfect boy, daddy occasionally, captain speirs (which will get him to go to a whole other level)

you two have done some sexy medic/patient role play before both during the war and after (mayhaps a little morphine was involved, which was very hard to explain to Gene why you were down a bottle suddenly)

overstimulate each other

loves to watch you touch yourself, the way your body moves is like crack to him

you do this both when you’re trying to torture him (he’s tired to the headboard or a chair) or as a mutual masturbation thing

he is the perfect size, rides that sweet line between “ouch that’s too big” and “a slight stretch” where you tend to need a second when he sinks in for the first time but the stretch is always welcome

you both love when you give him head and when you pull back you’re connected to him with spit and cum

yall definitely had secret foxhole rendezvous (this is where his ‘hand over your mouth to keep you quiet’ kink came from)

after your first time together (on the wonderful Paris leave), you look over at him with watery eyes and just say “i love you so much.” he doesn’t hesitate with a “i love you more than anything.”

that instigates the softest second round of just sweet, loving kisses and quiet “i love you”’s in between and when you finish

keeps asking you to wear your PT clothes (post war) because he can’t help but watch hot your body and muscles move under the tight shirt and short shorts

after weeks of him asking you surprise him by coming back from a light run in those clothes and he knows that it’s on

after some hot ass sex you ask him if he’ll wear his “your back and muscles look great in that shirt and your ass looks incredible in those shorts.”

within the week he pulls the same scenario of going out for a light run in that outfit and you jump his fucking bones

he likes it why you try to cover your moans and whines by biting your lip or with your hand or in a pillow but you just can’t help it and become so loud

you both like when the other gets watery eyes and starts getting all soft and sensitive and their eyes get wide and submissive

like to talk to you during sex, “you’re doing so good for me-“ “fuck you’re feel good baby-“, “you krio doing that i won’t last long-“, “you look so good when you ride me baby, oh fu—“

when he gets really close after a few rounds and is overstimulated and is almost crying (consensually) he pants and gasps and finishes with a cry and maybe a sob but he feels so good-

loves when you feel too much and you just sort of space out for a second or go silent because your brain just short circuits

maybe you squirt once and tried to do it for a whole night after that

once did it so much that he made you dehydrated (can that even happen? idk, but now it can.)

y’all have aftercare DOWN

you know exactly what the other needs after there are dom/sub roles in play or after just regular (incredible as usual) sex

cleaning each other in the shower or bath gentle, kissing so softly of sometimes just being near each other but not touching because you’re both so sensitive

tea and snacks in bed cuddled up after (or any food and hydration really)

if one of you is particularly tired after, the other reads to them while running their hair through their hair until the person on their lap/shoulder/chest fall asleep

aggressive angry sex (you’re never scared the other is going to hurt each other because you know that you’re never angry at each other (just something/someone else) and that you just need to get all of the aggression and energy out and maybe feel more in control of the world for a bit

talks you through it

“that feel good sweetheart? tell me how good it feels.”

“what’s wrong baby, you gonna cum for me again?”

“oh you just feel so good you can’t even think anymore! so drunk on my cock aren’t you sweetheart!”

yell tease each other like it’s your job

that could mean verbally teasing each other or edging each other, or giving the other the gentlest touches and brushes, just barely touching the other for them to get anything other than a shiver of pleasure

slow dancing that just turned to grinding

This man makes me have thoughts I should not have, so I will stop here <3

#ronald speirs x reader #band of brothers #ron speirs x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #ron speirs #ronald speirs #dano speaks #headcannons

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sticky fingers (ronald speirs x reader smut)

summary: you've noticed that you've been missing panties ever since your first time with your lover, ronald speirs. fortunately for you, he's been replacing them.

word count: 1220+

warnings: 🔞, reader has female genitalia, looting, fingering, praise, ron's a little freak (but we knew that), implied that ron jacks off with your panties, reader's a little bit of a brat (that gets straightened out by soft dom ron)

notes: inspired by this ask (brilliant idea btw) and a little bit by ron's handwriting

It had become commonplace ever since Easy Company moved into Germany for you to come back to your billet and find loot laying on your bed, accompanied by a note signed in beautiful cursive that read Courtesy of Capt. Speirs (as if you didn't know who was leaving you these gifts). You already knew that Ron was sending ornate silver cutlery and decor back home to your house in America so you wouldn't have to lug it around with the rest of your belongings; the loot that made it to your bed were things that he wanted you to wear for him that very night: heels, jewelry/accessories, dresses, and his favorite: lingerie.

Now in Austria nearing the end of the war (in Europe, at least), that was what you found placed on your bed, next to the usual note. And, as you usually did, you smiled to yourself at the gifts, freshened yourself up, and first tried on the lacy lingerie that he'd selected for you, followed by the elegant off the shoulder evening gown, the heels, and the diamond necklace.

What often followed was him coming back to find you all dressed up before dancing with you — with you leading, of course. With the radio in the room playing slow love songs, he would start planning a future with you as he twirled you around, saying all the things the two of you would do once back in the States: buy a house, raise a family, adopt a dog. It had surprised you the first time; you had never expected Ron to think of the future (one including you, no less) and realize that he just might be going home after all.

As you started clasping on the necklace with your back facing the door, someone barged in like they owned the place. You turned around and were not surprised to see Ron there, seemingly not fully acknowledging your presence as he shed his hat and the top layer of his uniform. Placing them on a chair, he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Has anyone ever taught you to knock, Ron?” you huffed lightheartedly as you finished fastening the necklace. He finally turned his attention to you, and you could see the tension (you assumed from everything that had happened recently with Staff Sergeant Grant) disappear from his face, replaced by something darker as he drank in how the dress hugged your curves so well.

“Well,” you said while smoothing out the dress and preparing to spin for him, “how do I lo—”

Predatory eyes raked over your body. “On the bed.”

“Ron?”

“Get on the bed, now.” Something akin to desperation was masked by the harshness of his tone.

Doing as he said, you sat on the edge of the bed. He strode over and stood over you, and your breath hitched when he lifted your chin upward with two fingers. “Good girl.”

He withdrew his hand and let it run over your bare shoulders before tugging on one of the sleeves, uttering, “I want this off.”

“I just put it on!” you protested.

There was a subtle crazed look to his stare, a hardly restrained wildness lying beneath. “And you'll take it off.”

You first took off your heels, and, maintaining eye contact, you slipped off the sleeves of your dress and pulled the rest down, slowly revealing your lace-covered chest and the inches of skin that lay below. Smirking, you let the dress sit around your hips as you first removed the necklace and set it aside.

“It's a shame to let a dress this nice pool on the floor,” you said, enjoying the way his jaw tensed, “so I'll stop here.”

His glare hardened, and he bent down slightly and pulled the dress down the rest of the way, with you wiggling your hips to assist him. He placed the dress on the same chair as his officer jacket and hat. “Happy?”

You innocently beamed up at him, relishing in knowing how much of a grip his love for you had on him. “Very.”

He returned and leaned over you, with one hand on the bed beside you and the other traveling to your panties.

Before he could get any closer to what he desired, you placed your hand around his wrist. He immediately stopped his arm and studied your face.

Meeting his gaze, you breathily said, “I've been missing panties, Sparky.”

“That's a shame.” His apathetic voice and expression indicated that it was anything but.

“I know you've been stealing them since our first time together.”

Shrugging, he pouted for a second like he usually did when he was thinking. You unknowingly loosened your grip, and he pushed your wet panties to the side and began rubbing circles on your clit. “And I've been replacing them with new ones, haven't I?”

Your thoughts became jumbled at the slow circles, and your hand fell away completely. “Yes, sir…”

He smiled, watching you lose your focus and confidence at the movements. “You wanna know what I do with them?” Gulping, you unsteadily bobbed your head. “Whenever we’re separated, I use them to remind me of you.”

“Use… them?” Your face flushed at the thought.

He only chuckled in response. His fingers moved down from your clit to circle your opening.

“Maybe I'll take these with me to the Pacific,” he pondered aloud, pulling the strap of your panties back and then snapping them against you. “You don't mind, do you?”

“Ron, I like thes—” you cut yourself off with a moan as his fingers plunged into you.

“I didn't think so, pretty girl.” He gently guided your body down onto the bed so his fingers could reach deeper within. Your back arched as he went at a brutal pace, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

Ron leaned over you with one arm supporting him. Somehow speeding up his movements against that sensitive spot inside of you, the palm of his hand rubbing deliciously against your clit, he lowered himself to mouth along the valley between your breasts. In his wake, he left conspicuous marks on your neck before trailing his lips up and capturing yours in a kiss full of shameless want.

He could tell you were getting close when your walls started squeezing around him and you became a whiny, breathy mess before him, bucking your hips to meet his fingers. “You're doing so good for me, just let go. That's it, beautiful…”

Lights sparked behind your eyelids, and your moans of his name took on a higher pitch, neighbors be damned. Ron slowed down his thrusts and let you ride out your climax. Before you could notice the absence of his fingers or that he wasn't kissing you anymore, your panties were already pulled down and off of your legs and stuffed into his pants pocket.

Ron licked the stickiness off of his fingers and climbed onto the bed, situating himself above you. “As much as I liked that dress on you, I like you better with it off.”

You laughed, still out of breath with a hazy mind. “Why don't you show me just how much, Captain?”

His lips pulled up into that unnerving smile that only you found charming. He breathed, “My pleasure,” and fit his lips against yours before you could catch a glimpse of the lingerie sticking out of his pocket.

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#band of brothers #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #ron speirs #band of brothers x reader #hbo war #easy company #101st airborne #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #hbo war fanfic #band of brothers imagines #ronald speirs #matthew settle

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multifandomlover01 · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

Contains my writings for:

Band of Brothers

The Pacific

Criminal Minds

Band of Brothers

Joe Liebgott

I Have Always Loved You (Female Reader)

Coming Soon: Modern AU feat. PTSD & an ESA

Short, Assorted Lieb Stuff

Albert Blithe

Taking Care of Blithe (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Foxhole Checks (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Ron Speirs

Ok. It was me. So? (Female!Reader) (Requested)

Touch (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Johnny Martin

The Patrol (Female!Medic!Reader)

George Luz

The Darts Game (Female!Medic!Reader)

Early Mornings (Female!Reader) (not exactly requested, but inspired by)

Eugene Roe

The Scissors (Female!Reader)

The Nightmare (Female!Medic!Reader)

Ten Minutes (Female!Medic!Reader)

The Breakup (Female!Reader implied)

David Webster

Harvard’s Back (Female!Medic!Reader)

Chuck Grant

Taller S/O Headcanon (Female!Reader) (Requested) (Lime/M)

The Nurse and the Soldier (Female!German!Nurse!Reader) (Requested)

Donald Malarkey

Quality Time Headcanons (Female!Reader, I guess) (Requested)

Various/Multiple

Fun Times with the Mortar Boys and the Radioman (Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, and Luz x Reader (Platonic))

D-Day (Day of Days) (Platonic Various x Female!Medic!Reader)

Protective (Platonic Various (Liebs, Bill, Bull and Dick) x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Great Transfer Debacle (Platonic Various (Speirs, Luz, Liebs, Roe, and Nix) x Female!Medic!Reader)

They’re My Sanitary Pads, Sir (Platonic Various (Guarnere, Toye, Liebgott, Malarkey, and Winters) x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Aid Station (Platonic Renée Lemaire x Reader, Eugene Roe x Reader)

Out From Rachamps (Various x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Female Medic (Various (mostly Winters) x Female!Medic!Reader)

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The Pacific

Snafu Shelton

Are My Eyes Yellow? (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

I’ll Wait For You (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Chuckler Juergens

Marine or Woman…or Both? (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Robert Leckie

The Writers (Female!Reader)

John Basilone

Untitled (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Eugene Sledge

Coming Soon: Mobile (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Various/Multiple

Coming Soon: Sledge/Reader/Burgin Platonic

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Headcanons

How the different boys from BoB and TP would react to you being insecure

Part 1 (Dick Winters, Lewis Nixon, and Eugene Roe)

Part 2 (George Luz, Joseph Liebgott, and Ron Speirs)

Part 3 (Robert Leckie, John Basilone, and Eugene Sledge)

Coming Soon: Part 4 (Carwood Lipton, Bull Randleman and Floyd Talbert)

Special Edition: Freckles and Dimples (Requested)

Freckles and Dimples pt. 2

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Preferences

BoB boys interrupting you in the shower

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October 2022 Writing Prompts (based off of the prompt list below that I found in Tumblr)

MASTERLIST

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A Barely Coherent Christmas

MASTERLIST

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MARVEL

Loki

The Unkillable God (WIP)

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It Was Always You

Nightmares and Coffee

Lovesick Idiots

You Are My Sunshine

The Ditch

Baby Fever

Pretty Boy/Girl

Trick-or-Treat (18+) (MDNI)

Silence Speaks Volumes

More (18+) (MDNI)

Home (18+) (MDNI)

I Hesitate to put “Wife Guy” Here (18+) (MDNI)

The Librarian (basically PG-13) Part 2

Who Needs Statistics When I’ve Been Promised Kisses?

NSFW Thoughts

Plans (16+ I guess)

Anxiety Comfort

How Far Have I Fallen? How High Shall I Soar? (Violence Warning)

Surprise (18+) (MDNI)

Just The Tip (18+) (MDNI)

Making Do (18+) (MDNI)

Be Careful What You Wish For (18+) (MDNI)

To Drown in Your Love (18+) (MDNI)

Stress Relief (18+) (MDNI)

The BAU’s Whore (18+) (MDNI)

Dislike (no explicit smut but still community label is on because it has sexual themes) (MDNI)

Not Some Innocent Kid (18+ MDNI)

Not Technically Mine…But Still Unequivocally Mine (some canon like uncomfy suspect behavior)

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Crack blurb (MDNI 18+)

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid Screencaps

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problematicfavesareproblematic · 3 years

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Ignorance Is Blitzed (Part 7)

Ron Speirs x Reader

Summary: When you come into contact with some substance that makes you sick while on a routine building search, Ron realizes he may not be as emotionally detached as he’d thought initially thought.

Warnings: SMUT! YA GIRL FINALLY WROTE THE SMUT!, light angst, fluff, SMUT, Ron is a dom but he’s so into you he turns into a soft!dom, Reader is a mess, Ron is a tease, SMUT!

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Lewis Nixon was a dead man.

Even if Ron’s sudden (if not minute) PDA hadn’t clued you in to the fact that someone had told him about Nuremberg, the look of fear in Lewis’s eyes when you’d caught his gaze basically confirmed it.

You’d mumbled something about getting some air to Ron as you watched Lewis hightail it out of there, hot on his heels as he tried to escape the wrath that you were sure showed plainly on your face.

He doesn’t get far.

When you catch his elbow in what seemed to be the hotel staff’s dining room, he whines like a wounded animal and holds his hands up pleadingly.

“I swear to God I, thought you’d told him already—”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Nix scoffed at that, despite the fear clearly paling his face.

“Okay, one- people were going to find out eventually. Two? How in the hell was i supposed to know that you hadn’t told your boyfriend—”

“Not my boyfriend—”

“—yes he is your boyfriend- about it? And three: and he doesn’t even seem to be mad about it!”

You scoff at that, hands going to your hips as you stare at him in disbelief.

“It wasn’t something for you to tell- if the news that I was being asked to go in hadn’t come from you in the first place, I’d never have told you either! No one was supposed to know—!”

“What were you going to do, just dump him and disappear?!”

Your rebuttal sticks in your throat, guilt flooding through your veins at the bluntness of his question.

It must show on your face, because Lewis furrows his brows and looks at you in disbelief.

“No… Y/N, you aren’t seriously trying to tell me that you—?”

“I was giving him a clean break. I am giving him a clean break.”

You’d made the decision after you’d heard about Ron’s decision to stay with Easy and go to Japan, when you’d realized that neither of you were going to be going home anytime soon.

In Ron’s case, he may not come home at all- and if you knew him as well as you thought you did, you knew what that would mean for the two of you.

Hollow promises to keep in touch, followed by equally well-intentioned agreements to find the other when it all was over, both of you ultimately knowing in your heart of hearts that those commitments would inevitably fizzle out and die the moment the going got tough.

You didn’t want that, didn’t want to trap Ron in something that was destined to fail from the get-go.

As much as he liked you, cared for you, you also knew who he was. What he would always be.

A ruthless, brilliant soldier, ready to lay it all on the line at the first opportunity. And you loved him too much to ever ask him to be anything else.

He deserved to find happiness- even if it wasn’t with you.

Nix looked at you pityingly, a forlorn look on his face as he digested what you’d said.

“Look, I don’t know the guy well,” he mumbled, clearing his throat and taking a step towards you to rest a hand on your tense shoulder. “But anyone with eyes can see that you mean a lot to him.”

You nod and offer him a tight smile, eyes drifting downward to avoid letting any potential tears come to the surface. “I know I do- I don’t doubt that. It’s not about how things are right now, though. We don’t get to live in the right now for much longer.”

The hand on your shoulder squeezes at the muscle there, a small sound of admonishment escaping under Lew’s breath as you feel him watch you. He doesn’t like what you’re saying- you can tell that he wants to argue that you’re being ridiculous.

But even he knows that it wouldn’t be of any use. It wouldn’t change your mind.

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here, Y/N. I’d bet if the others knew, they wouldn’t like it much either.”

You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as you look back up at him and nod. “Guess I’m breaking up with all of you, aren’t I?”

Nixon’s eyes are shining, and you wonder if he’d be this upset if he were 100% sober. When you step into him to embrace him, he beats you to the punch and wraps his arms around you quickly, taking a deep breath that seems to make his chest expand to twice his size.

“I suppose you’re right. Not that being dumped ever stopped me before,” he gives you a sad smile when he eventually releases you, giving your shoulder a final pat before taking his hands away.

“Don’t be surprised when I show up at your window, drunk as a skunk and proclaiming my undying love for you at 3 am sometime in the near future.”

As you open your mouth to reply, you see Nix’s focus flick to something past your shoulder.

Even if you hadn’t seen the fear on the man’s face, you still would’ve known that it was Ron.

Because of course it would be him.

Gritting your teeth, you sigh and close your eyes. Dread tasted sour on your tongue as you turned your head to peer over your shoulder, flinching at the look of silent fury marring his handsome face. Sniffing, you force yourself to speak despite the tightness clenching at your throat.

“You should go, Lew,” you say quietly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Lewis says nothing as you turn around to face Ron, the sound of his retreating footsteps barely registering in your ears as anxiety sends blood thrumming loudly in your ears. Ron’s sharp eyes make you feel impossibly small, and you think you can now understand what everyone else had been talking about for the past few years. Ron was scary. You did feel scared.

“You and I need to get some things straightened out.”

His words are clipped, and if he sees you flinch at the tone in his voice he doesn’t show it. You inhale shakily, realizing you had been holding your breath for too long and wetting your lips as you searched for the right words to say.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, Ron turns on his heel and begins to stride off, and once you are able to unstick the soles of your shoes from the floor you trail after him cautiously. When you reach the doorway, you see that he’s stopped a few paces from the door frame, waiting. In a move that surprises you, he uncurls his hand from the fist it had been in and holds it out to you, eyes heavy and dark and trained on you.

Quickly, you flicker your eyes between his face and his hand, only stepping forward and taking it after you’ve mustered up enough confidence that it wasn’t going to be something you regretted doing. You’d never had someone mad at you like this before, at least not for as intimate a reason as he was now. Of course, you’d never allowed yourself to care for someone like this before either- maybe this mortifying combination of guilt and heartbreak was normal.

The moment your hand finds his, he turns away from you and starts walking again, and as you follow you realize that he’s leading you towards the room you both share. There's no softness in the way his hand holds yours, the grip firm and unyielding. It almost makes you feel like a child being pulled off for a private scolding from a parent.

You hate it.

The journey to your room is both too long and not nearly long enough, and it’s only when he opens the door and releases your hand that you fear that you may never get the chance to feel his touch ever again. That reality was already one you’d been dreading, with him leaving so soon to go where you could not follow. The thought of that time coming sooner because of something like this was devastating.

You stand in front of the door once it closes, ready to have him ask you to leave at a moment’s notice. Unblinking, you watch him shirk off his jacket and toss it on a nearby chair, shrugging the suspenders down from his shoulders with a spark of agitation. His hair has begun to fall into disarray, and the idea of him hating you while looking so unfairly handsome makes your heart tighten painfully in your chest.

Unwilling to wait out the inevitable for a moment longer, you clear your throat at steel yourself.

“Ron-”

“You don’t get to hide that kind of shit from me.”

He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, his voice quiet and uncomfortably devoid of emotion. As he walks over to the table that held a decanter of whiskey and fine crystal glasses to pour a drink, you tuck some of your hair behind your ear and try again

“I was just trying to give—”

“—give me a 'clean break', yeah. I heard.”

Bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip, you watch as he clenches his jaw and swallows.

“Did you ever think about asking me what I wanted?“

That does throw you, and as he sets the glass down and turns to look at you you make no move to hide the look of confusion on your face. Glancing down at your shoes, you shake your head softly and try and find your voice once more

“I- but you don’t want this. You don’t want to be tied down—”

“And what makes you so confident that you know what I want, huh?”

There's clear anger in his voice now, and you look up just in time to watch him walk over to you. You straighten as he comes to a stop right before you, hands braced on his hips as he all but glowers down at you.

“You don’t get to make those sort of decisions for me- got it?”

He emphasizes the bite on the ‘t’ in ‘it’, the puff of air from his breath hitting your face.

When you make to turn away from him, one of his hands flashes up to grip your jaw- his touch gentle but authoritative enough that you know it’d be a bad idea to go against it. Something about the movement irks you, makes your heart beat faster from something much darker than fear or dread. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tilt your head back infinitesimally. Defiantly.

Ron notices, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Last time I checked, you aren’t a mind reader- and even if you were, you’d be a shit one because if you think what I want is anything other than you, you really don’t know me at all.”

“Stop it, Ron,” you mutter quietly, watching as his eyes flicker down to your mouth before dragging back up to meet your eyes again. “You’re being mean.”

He exhales sharply at that, a ghost of a rueful smile quirking his mouth before shaking his head.

“Am I?”

When you roll your eyes, he steps into you even more, using his hold on your jaw to tilt your head back further so you are still able to hold his glare.

“Like it or not, Y/N, you’re it for me- you got that? If you don’t want to believe me, that’s fine- but know that I’d tear this whole entire goddamned continent apart if you wanted me to—”

“Why!?” you snap, his declaration bringing forth the sadness you’d managed to temporarily quell.

At the sight of tears refilling your eyes, Ron’s brows furrow and some of the darkness leaves his face. Shaking your head imploringly, you bring a hand up to circle his wrist.

“You could do anything, be anywhere with anyone you wanted! We….we’re just children, Ronald- and I love you but I’d never delude myself into pretending that I know the first thing about how to do this- any of this!”

You bring your other hand up to rest lightly on his chest, lowering your gaze to look at the slight tremble of your fingers as you do so.

“You were born for greatness, born to lead and fight and conquer….but all I was born to do was just exist for other people- like my parents or my family or whoever else needed something from me. Then, eventually, become somebody’s wife and give him a family. But….. I threw away any chance of that future in order to be here, and now that this is ending I have no idea what I’m supposed to do!”

Swallowing in a vain attempt to keep your voice from breaking, you look back up at him, offering him a small, shaky smile.

“I won’t drag you down that mess with me, you deserve more than that- than me. I won’t ruin you, too—”

“Y/N,” Ron murmurs admonishingly.

“What?!”

With an ease that you two had only just begun to establish, he seals his mouth to yours, effectively shutting you up and forcing you to take the first deep breath you’d taken in a long time. There’s an edge of desperation to it- just as there had been in your first kiss back all those months ago in Foy.

Only this time his lips taste like whiskey and something a tinge more wicked.

A promise of more.

Breaking the kiss but keeping his face close you yours, Ron brings his other hand up to cup your face. Brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, he eyes you softly.

“Don’t tell me what I deserve.”

Kiss.

“Stop telling me what to do.”

Kiss

“Let me conquer.”

This kiss is filthy, his lips plush and confident and unafraid in their mission to leave you completely mindless. Ron has stepped so close to you that your head has tilted all the way back into his hands, his fingers purposefully twisting in your roots so he has more control over the kiss.

Despite the fact that he’s never handled you this way before- you have no desire to ask him to slow down or be gentler.

You like it. You want more.

When you whimper into his mouth, you can feel him grin briefly before sliding one hand down your back to fist at the material of your shirt and bunching it free from where it had been tucked into the back of your pants.

Up until now, Ron had been nothing but gentle when it came to you- and while you knew him to be dominant and ruthless in battle you’d considered what his temperament would be like as a lover. Clearly, the confidence translated.

You slide the hand that had been on his chest up and around his shoulders, your elbow hooking around his neck and pulling him closer. As you nip at his bottom lip, Ron hums low in his chest. The hand he’d had on the small of your back has moved down to grip at your ass, and with a quick peck he pulls back slightly.

“Hold on,” he grumbles, and just as you open your mouth to ask for clarification Ron wraps his arms around your hips and lifts you so you’re having to lean into him, your feet stumbling across the floor as he turns you both and quickly walks the both of you to the bed.

He’s barely set you down before his hands find the hem of your blouse again, rucking it up your sides before your brain catches up with him and you tear it over your head. Your skin feels hot, and it feels even hotter at the feeling of Ron’s lips mouthing at the tops of your breasts as you fumble with the clasp of your bra.

“Shit,” you hear yourself curse, hating your fingers for being so uncoordinated. Undeterred by the fabric of the bra you’d pinched from one of the homes the lot of you had been asked to secure a week ago, Ron bites softly at your nipples until they stiffen. When you finally unhook the fastenings, he pulls the cups of the bra down easily and continues his attentions.

You curse again, head swimming at the realization that his own fingers have found the zipper of your pants and begun to pull it down. Carding your hands through his hair, you desperately try and calm your breathing while distantly realizing that he’s still fully clothed.

“Ron,” you gasp, looking down your chest and meeting his bright eyes as he sucks marks down the valley between your breasts. “I wanna see you—”

His hum is dark as he mockingly tilts his head at you, successfully pulling the fabric of your trousers down your hips until gravity takes over and it all pools at your feet.

“You are seeing me,” he insists quietly, trailing his blunt fingernails down your hips until they catch your underwear and shucking them down your legs as well. When you frown he bites some of the skin just under your left breast, chuckling wickedly at the squeak of surprise you’re unable to hide.

“Take your shirt off!” you nearly whine, your head falling back as he laves at the bite with his tongue. “You’re not being- shit….you’re being unfair—!”

“Then do something about it.”

You do whine at that, too frustrated to worry about being gentle as you take your hands from his hair to claw at his shirt- bunching and pulling at the fabric covering his back until you manage to get enough in your fists to pull it gracelessly over his head. Pure want has boiled your blood like a fever, with the only two thoughts in your mind being more more more and faster faster faster.

Before you can work his shirt any further down his arms, he shoves you back unceremoniously onto the bed, quick to pull your hips to the edge of the bed before bothering to continue undressing himself.

With a nearly comical desperation, you toe off your shoes, licking your dry lips as you watch the muscles of his torso bunch and lengthen as he strips the remainder of his clothing off- his eyes on you the entire time and his gaze doing nothing to calm the heaving of your chest.

“Christ, look at you,” he says quietly, a clear note of pride in his voice. “Too pretty for your own good, aren’t you?”

You blush at that, swallowing audibly at the praise and squeezing your eyes shut.

It all just was so much….

When you open your eyes again, you moan at the sight of him kneeling before you and pulling at your legs until they were over his shoulders. As you start to sit up you are pushed back down again by his hand on your chest, the feeling of his breath on your sex robbing you of any speech capabilities you had previously possessed.

“Just like that,” he commands gently. “Stay just like that.”

Maybe it was because it had been a while since you’d had any sort of sexual intimacy with another person, or perhaps it had more to do with the fact that your previous sexual partners hadn’t been particularly invested in the act, but one thing was for certain:

Ron Speirs was unfathomably good at cunnilingus.

You could only gape stupidly at the ceiling with your mouth open in a silent scream of overwhelm as he took your clit between his lips and absolutely ruined you- his tongue and teeth and fingers tearing you away from reality with a nearly cruel proficiency. It was almost humiliating how effectively he dismantled your already tenuous sense of composure, and if you had any sense of pride left you probably would’ve hated him for it.

He was making a mess of you, and he was doing it too easily.

Feeling a sheen of sweat glisten your skin, you can only hold onto him as your body trembles- and it’s all you can do to keep your hips on the bed as your back arches and your body rocks.

“Ron, please….I’m gonna cum—” you hear yourself choke out in warning, squeezing your eyes shut as something burning hot and sugar-sweet builds deliciously in your lower belly

“Oh yeah?” you feel him ask, one of his arms hooking around your hips to help still you. “Want to bet?”

Your eyes flash open

“What—?!”

You nearly howl in fury when he takes his mouth away, instantly sitting up to watch in betrayed dismay as he curls two fingers inside of you and adds a new kind of stimulation- one that keeps you on that cruel precipice without offering you any sort of relief.

He smirks up at you, and any affection you’d previously held for him is jeopardized by his clear mirth at the situation.

“Sorry, Sweetheart,” Ron says lowly, nothing in his voice conveying any sort of remorse. “But you don’t get to call the shots right now.”

You open and close your mouth desperately, unable to decide which sort of response would get you what you wanted. A frustrated shriek slips out in the interim, and when his smile broadens you remove your hands from his hair and smack at his head.

“Jesus Christ, Ron! What’s the matter with you—?!”

“Do you have any idea how good you taste, Y/N?” He continues as if you hadn’t spoken at all, ducking down to place a greedy kiss to your sex before pulling back again. “To think you were going to have me leave without letting me get my mouth on the source….absolutely heartless—”

“I get it, okay? Fuck Ron! What more do you want me to do?”

You wince at the addition to a third finger inside of you, the stretch adding the tiniest bit of ache to your horribly prolonged almost-orgasm. The forearm across your hips holds you down when you try to squirm in any direction in hopes of getting some more stimulation.

“Apologize.”

You widen your eyes at him, a scowl on your face as you look down your panting chest at him. “What?”

Like the cruel bastard he is, Ron shrugs as if the solution to all of this has been obvious the whole time.

“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll make it all better.”

Shaking your head, you hear yourself scoff. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You yelp as he turns his head to bite your thigh, fisting a handful of his hair to pull him away.

Smoothing the flat of his tongue over the bite, he closes his eyes wistfully and sighs.

“Close, but that’s not what I want to hear,” Ron says before tilting his head and looking back up at you, the tendons in his forearm pronounced as his fingers tirelessly continue their strokes inside of you.

“Say it. Say ‘Ron, I’m sorry.”

Biting the insides of your cheeks, you fix him with a glare and sigh with frustration.

“Fine! I’m sorry, okay? I’m really fucking sorry, Ron!”

He purses his lips, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. You whimper as he slides his fingers out from inside you, but before you can think yourself victorious Ron uses those fingers to start rolling your clit- still keeping you on the edge while giving you just a hint of what you needed.

“Goddamnit, RONALD—!”

“Tell me that you deserve me,” he demands, his words taking on a gravelly tone. As you search his eyes, you see a heartbreaking shine of sincerity staring back at you. “Say it and then I’ll let you cum.”

Your throat is becoming tight, an unexpected wave of emotion hitting you and bringing tears to your eyes. The hand not currently torturing your clit squeezes your hip, and with a shake of your head you close your eyes.

“I-I deserve you,” you acquiesce, feeling your lower lip threatening to quiver. “I’m sorry.”

“Gutes Mädchen (good girl).”

Your head falls back with a moan as he latches his mouth to you again, body bowing as he ruthlessly finishes what he’d started and destroys you- sending you spiraling into bright euphoria and letting you float in the heat of it. You’re suddenly thankful for the arm across your hips, for it’s the only thing anchoring you to the real world as you shake for him.

“So perfect,” you can hear him saying, his voice now at your ear as you become aware of the press of his cock between your lower lips. “You’re the most perfect thing I've ever seen.”

Whining pathetically, you tilt your head back and clutch at his back.

“Please,” you beg, eyelids heavy and gaze unfocused. “Please—”

He doesn’t draw it out this time, quickly hooking his arm under your left leg and opening your hips so he can press himself inside of you. Still wrung out for your orgasm, you can only cry out softly at the feeling of him bottoming out, a broken sound of his own vibrating through his chest into yours.

You’ve never considered Ron to be a particularly talkative person, so when he begins to babble it catches you off guard while simultaneously endearing him to you further.

“I can’t believe how good you feel You surely were sent to ruin me God you’re such a good girl Better than I could’ve imagined Squeezing me so tightly I don’t want to be without you I want nothing else than this In what world would you think that I wouldn’t adore you I am yours entirely you ridiculous woman Shit I can feel you shaking Getting so tight Fuck do that again Are you going to cum again I want to hear you scream….”

Too lost in his words, you don’t know if you actually screamed as you came again- but you do know that at some point you’ve turned your head and sealed your lips to his. His hips stutter as he cums with a breath shout, his free hand dancing up and down your side with a carnal desperation that you could understand but not replicate- not now.

Because now you are well and truly wrung out.

The weight of Ron’s body atop yours is welcome, and the sweet way he kisses you is almost too much for your fragile mind to process.

“Y/N?”

Ron’s voice is soft, and as you blink your eyes open you cannot help but smile satedly up at him. He looks beautiful, and the soft way he’s looking at you makes you feel beautiful, too.

“Hm?”

He brings a hand to your face and smooths some of your hair behind your torn ear.

“You weren’t born for someone else,” he says the words carefully, as if he is struggling with ensuring that they are the right ones. “But…. I’m starting to think that maybe I was. Or that, maybe we were…..Do you get what I’m trying to say?”

Taking his face between your hands, you take a deep breath and let your eyes drift across his handsome face.

Lifting your head, you lightly press your lips to his and sigh.

“Yeah, Ron….I think I do.”

He deepens the kiss, pulling you with him as he rolls to the side and holds you against him.

“Mo Leannan,” he murmurs into your hair as you rest your cheek against his chest. “Mo Chridhe.”

You furrowed your brow, the words unfamiliar and in a language you could not identify. It was common knowledge that Ron spoke a passable level of German, but from the way his mouth wrapped around these words, you wondered if he was fluent in another language and had just never told you about it.

“What did you say?” you asked softly, exhaustion having crept into both of your bodies and rendered you mostly immobile.

Humming, Ron wraps the hand you’d rested on his chest in his and brings it up to his face so he can kiss your palm.

“Later,” he says sleepily before lowering your joined hands to rest on his sternum. “I’ll tell you later. Rest.”

And because you believe him, you do as he says and allow yourself to be swept away.

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Cold Mornings, Warm Nights (Ronald Speirs x Reader)

a/n- alriiggght second fic and this is one is just an idea that i’ve had. i really like the concept and stuff and im just so happy to write it

ay yo @radiantcade, this one’s for you 💕❤❤

Description- Who expected that the intimidating and ruthless Ronald Speirs would indulge you in tender embraces during cold nights in Bastogne. You could die happily in his arms, and you wouldn’t care. But the attitude he gives you in the morning has agitated you for a while now. You decide to confront him during one of your late-night rendevous.

Words- about 4.5k words (oh wow)

Warnings- Vulgar language (it's speirs and it’s me who’s writing it…), fluff, and implied smut

ig just a teensy bit of angst (if you squint real hard)

and also a bit steamy but nothing too graphic, no worries

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pic’s not mine btw

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No amount of training could have prepared you or many others for what happened at Bastogne. You’ve earned your right to say that you have been through hell and back, but Bastogne…

Bastogne was…

Worse. It was way worse.

The ringing in your ears never ever really left after the German have decided to shell you guys for who knows how long. Day and night, and when you finally thought they would just leave you the fuck alone.

There it was again.

Brief moments of the bombs hitting the snow and even some of your fellow paratroopers flashed between your mind, and you physically recoiled when those moments would happen. But that moment when you saw Guarnere and Toye on the ground, unmoving and having lost a leg.

You broke. What you really weren’t expecting was that Ronald Speirs was the one that mostly restored you to your past self. For a guy who was rumoured to be cold-hearted and emotionless, he just seemed so goddamn sweet to you.

You could never thank him enough for him letting you stay in his foxhole or him visiting you in yours on those cold, snowy nights. The nights where the thoughts of your friends dying from the German artillery pestered you the most.

It’s surprising how the man would actually seem to comfort you whenever you were going through nights like this. Strong arms wrapping around your body as you cried and whimpered into his neck.

Ron would run his calloused hands through your hair, undoing the ponytail you always put your (H/C) locks into.You, in return, would lovingly caress his face and arms. Sometimes gripping them to let you know that he was actually there.

Soft kisses were always planted on you, and a hum of content would leave his lips whenever he did so.

The first thing that Ron would always do, was to pull down your collar and scarf to expose your neck. You whined from the cold but immediately stopped once he’d start to nuzzle his nose on it. His strong arms would cage your body against his, his hold on you tightening every once and awhile.

You reminisce on the times you would boop his nose, and he would respond with a soft, deep chuckle before he would once again attack your face with brief and light kisses.

One of your favorite memories were the times you would tease him, your clear giggles causing him to have butterflies in his stomach. Then he would sweep you up, bridal carrying all the way to your foxhole.

You were still positioned in his lap, warmth erupting in your cheeks and you’d skim your fingers to feel the stubble he grew in your time in Bastogne. Soft ‘I love yous’ were said until you fell asleep, a small reminder on how much you were devoted to one another.

You never failed to pass out peacefully in his arms without an adoring grin on your face.

As you fell asleep, he would just unknowingly wrap his arms around you tighter, and he would always stay a few minutes awake just to make sure that you had truly fallen asleep.

Ron would slowly brush away the stray snowflakes that have fallen on your peaceful face and soft (H/C) hair. He’d let his hand linger for a second too long and he would slowly observe the slight pink tinge of pink on your cheeks, his lips curling up slightly. His gaze on your peaceful gaze never falters, and another gentle smile tugging on lips as he intently watches you.

The moon shines between the branches of the trees and illuminates the bodies of the paratroopers who were trying to get as much sleep as they could before the chaotic events of war happen again. The sounds of your steady breathing lull him to unconsciousness and the grip on your hands loosens up just ever so tightly.

The slight smile on his face still resides even as he passes out with you in his arms. On other nights, you two would have small, sweet conversations (not really since you did all the talking).

“You know I love you, right?”

You would tired say, words muffled by his chest. He knew you didn’t need an answer, for you already knew that he harbored a bottomless ocean of love and affection for you.

He was a man of a few words, but he repaid with his gentle and tender cuddles. They were worth more than 1,000,000,000 words to you.

That’s why all he could offer was a nod. A tiny gesture of agreement. You really didn’t mind how he would only give a small, subtle nod. No words could describe how much you loved each other. And that tiny nod was all you needed at the moment.

While you huddled against each other, the events of yesterday’s horrible events seemed so distant when he held you. Other nights, you two would just gaze at the moon.

“I will always love you... To the moon and back.”

Ron would say into your neck, his soft air tickling your cheeks. His only words for tonight. Your (E/C) eyes focus on the bright moon above your heads, a smile creeping its way to your parted lips. He would wrap his arms around your waist, offering you warmth in your tiny foxhole. Warmth that no sun could offer.

You were a tad bit sad about how you couldn’t see the stars since there was too much smoke in the air from the endless shellings the German attacked you with. But you supposed the gleam and stars in his eyes would suffice. They were much better anyway.

Once again you would fall out of consciousness with you tangled in each other's arms. Your much smaller hands interlocking with his.

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That was the Ronald Speirs you knew. And that’s why you were confused to see how quickly he manages to change his attitude. How come he decides to always flip his attitude in the blink of an eye?

The moment the sun rises up on the horizon he turns from a doting lover to an absolute stranger.

Memories of those evenings seemed to be unreal in comparison to his harsh attitude in the mornings. They were the complete opposite of each other and it made your head spin just thinking of it.

You supposed that it was good for his reputation, and that it would make sure that soldiers would follow his orders.

He verbally told you countless times that he actually enjoys the fear he projects onto others. That it helped him to command others and that by being intimidating, it would put them in their place.

Yet, you still hated it.

The icy, cold gazes he lands upon you in the morning only seem to confuse the hell out of you. Those gazes make Bastogne feel like a humid, tropical island rather than a frozen hellscape.

So you kept asking yourself, what about what happened the night before?

The night where he ever so tenderly scooped you up into his arms and whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to you until you fell asleep?You figured that he was the devil in disguise. A very, very handsome disguise.

You’d sit in your foxhole when you weren’t busy, taking off your helmet and throwing forcefully across from you, the dull thud echoing throughout the small space.

You’d ball up your fists before rubbing your temples and running your cold hands through your (H/C) hair as a feeble act to calm yourself down. As the day passes by and when the snow keeps on falling, your slight bitterness for Ron always seems to disappear when night comes.

His icy glares also seem to melt away when the sun sets. Quiet footsteps and the crunching of snow alert you as you turned your head up to look who was approaching your foxhole.

You knew it was him… But you always have an overwhelming urge to catch a glimpse of his face every second you get. Your gaze travels up his body as he stands at the edge of your foxhole, straight, handsome face and all.

He silently jumps in your foxhole and you instinctively scoot closer to the dirt wall to your right to make room for him to sit by you. As he crouches his way towards you, you can’t help but notice the distinct twinkle in his eye whenever he’s around you.

You really wanted to stay mad at him for his stupid and confusing behavior, but the way his lips stretch into that achingly beautiful smile… How could you even really stay mad at him when he does that?

Your cold, dainty fingers reach up to take his helmet off. The pale fingertips of your hand touch the cool surface of his helmet as you gently take off his helmet. Slowly pulling it up to reveal soft locks of short, black hair.

You’re once again mesmerized by how the light from the moon reflects on his face and body, almost giving him an ethereal glow. Your chapped lips stretch into a small, playful grin as you set his helmet down on the freezing ground of your foxhole. Ron settles in the small space next to you, instantly giving your body warmth.

Then the thoughts of the way he bumped into your shoulder without as much so as giving an apology in the morning hit you. It is only in the mornings in which he acts like this.

He acts like a prick, ignoring you when you coo his name, nudging you off his shoulder every time you try to embrace him, and telling you off every time you say adoring words in his ears.

Your soft voice would call out to him to ask him what you did wrong, but he completely ignores it and acts like he doesn’t care before walking away. Leaving you in the forest with nothing but the trees to keep you company.

You couldn’t describe how much it infuriated you. You’ve always wanted to talk about, maybe bring it up to him just once. But when you see him crouching near your foxhole at sunset, the sky darkening and hiding you two in the cover of darkness.

Every word you were going to utter gets vaporized, and the annoying actions of his in the morning disappear as well. You are only left in utter bliss as you melt into his arms, and you’d forget how much you wanted to confront him.

Not today, though. You already had enough.

If the constant shellings and death didn’t make you snap, his ever changing attitude definitely would. You open your mouth to address how he’s been acting towards you during every single morning.

The mornings after you’d embrace each other at night. The nights where he’d hold you in his arms until you fell asleep. But you closed your mouth in an instant, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did.

“(Y/N)?”

Your (E/C) swiftly glance at him before quickly looking away. You scooted a bit farther from him. You really didn’t want to deal with him right now, but you had the overwhelming urge to speak to him.

“What?”

You quietly seethed. Your eyes widened when you realized that you accidentally made those words come out harsher than you intended.

“(Y/N)... Tell me what’s wrong. Tell why you’re suddenly acting like this.”

You didn’t hold out your annoyance on your response. You huffed and your breath became visible in the cold. You narrowed your eyes slightly as you furrowed your eyebrows to look at him.

“Acting like what, Ron?”

“Like a child.”

He really went down that route, huh? You, acting a child? (E/C) eyes widened for a second before narrowing again. Your breath hitched as he said that and you took to angrily biting your chapped bottom lip.

“How come you think I’m the one acting like a child? Considering what you’ve done, you’re the one that’s acting stupidly!”

“You’re going to wake up the whole company, hell, maybe even alert the Germans while you’re at it.”

“Don’t you dare shut me up, Ronald!”

You couldn’t give a damn if you were going to wake up every single breathing thing in the vicinity. Right now all you cared about was giving Ron a piece of your goddamn mind.

Ron still stared at you, trying his best to look indifferent. But you could see the way his jaw was clenched, with tense shoulders, and slight laboured breathing. You tried your best to look like you weren’t affected too. You failed miserably.

You knew each other like the backs of your hands, things could barely slip by you two and every single movement was noticed. So you felt just a bit foolish when you’d tried to hide things from him.

Ron couldn’t help but notice the way you were also tense. It was obvious, the things you do.Like nervously pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Your chest heaving up and down from your outburst and small visible breaths pulling from your lips while you weren’t biting down at it.

You did your best to muster up all your courage and just hate him for the time being. You tried, you really did.

Was loathing him a difficult task?

Yes. Yes, it was.

Your eyes would involuntarily soften for the quickest of moments before you would quickly try to mask it by narrowing your eyes once again. Ron would always catch those beautiful (E/C) eyes of yours mellowing up. Whether it would be for a millisecond or for 20 years, Ron would always catch the warmth in your eyes that was only held for him.

He goes to move towards you but hesitates for just a moment. His eyes dark back between your face and the ground. Ron’s lips purse before he looks over to your face to speak to you.

“Y/N... Bab-”

“Don’t bring up that baby bullshit with me, Ron. If you aren’t going to do that in the morning then don’t do it at all-”

“That’s what you’re upset about?”

Suddenly the thin shell that held all your pent up frustration cracked, and you responded the fastest you ever had in your entire life.

“Of course that’s what I’m upset about! How come every night we do this, the next morning you’re giving me the cold shoulder?”

While chastising him for his mix-matched personality, you failed to see the amused glint look flashing through his hood, onyx eyes. Ron smirked lightly and unknowingly moved closer to you with each word you fired his way.

“You cuddle me and say that you love me but it sure doesn’t damn seem like it!”

You rant as you gesture wildly with your hands, his smug face only angering you more.You put on your highest voice and mocked the man who was literally 5 inches away from you.

“I love you (Y/N) this, and I love you (Y/N) that. Here’s a suggestion. How about you fucking act like it?”

You leaned back forcefully to the dirt wall of your foxhole as you roughly slam down your hands on your lap.

It was a fucking miracle that no one put up their heads and told you to shut up yet. You inhaled a couple more breaths before deciding to talk again.You took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to directly look in his eyes for the first time this night.

“Can’t you see that it’s driving me mad, you idiot-”

Before you could even continue to scold him, a familiar, deep and husky chuckle enters your ears.

“So you think it’s funny,” You whisper.

“So you think it’s funny, huh?”

You repeated, only louder and emphasis on every single word.

“You really think it’s all a joke?”

Disbelief was all you could feel, the biting air no longer seeming to bother you as you took in the resonating sound of his laugh he did mere seconds ago.

“(Y/N), listen-”

“No. No more excuses, I should’ve brought it up ages ago, but-

“Oh for fuck’s sake- Just listen to me, (Y/N)!”

You were used to him raising his voice, but that statement was spoken with such force and authority your lips closed almost immediately. He scoots closer to you, your noses almost touching now. His calloused hands reach up to grab your shoulders while you gazed at him intensely.

It was deathly silent, the wind whooshing and the occasional snore from one of the paratroopers were the only noises in the snowy forest.

The firm grip he had on your shoulders loosened up and his furrowed brows and eyes soften. He drops his head down to look at the frozen, dirt ground as his thumbs stroke the tepid fabric of your uniform.

“Please…”

That was the only word he could gather, the soft way in which he had said it showed you how desperate it was. You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding and decided to calm down to finally listen to Ron.

Seconds pass after you relax your stiff posture and your shaking hands instinctively stroke his short, soft hair. Your cool fingertips cradle his head as you trace your finger on his jawline. Your hands continue to slide against his slight stubble and chilly skin like you always did.

“Tell me, Ron… Why are you treating me bad?”

“I don’t trea- I don’t… I don’t…”

Ronald Speirs, stammering and failing to find words like a new replacement? No one would believe you if you would have told them this. The way you still held his head in his arms couldn’t have been described as nothing more than affectionate and loving, but you continued to question him.

“So how come you treat me like shit every morning? After the things we do…? After you tell me you love me?”

“It’s just that… I don’t know how to act... The men see me as intimidating and I need to keep that image up… If they see me with yo-”

“So you’re saying you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”

Ron went stiff and his mind flew to think of a reason that would diffuse the situation. Can’t you see how much he absolutely adores and loves you with all his heart?

“It’s not- (Y/N), you know that’s not what I think.”

“Then what do you think, Ron? Just tell m-”

And just like that Ron quickly delved down to capture your lips in a kiss before pulling away, instantly stopping you from fully asking your question. The air is once again silent, widened (E/C) stare at hooded, onyx eyes in surprise and shock.

As you opened your lips to whisper something to him, Ron, just as quickly as before, dived to press his lips against yours. You were rigid, but this kiss was nothing you two have ever done before. It was needy, deep, and passionate.

Your body eased and pushed yourself forward to deepen the kiss. You groaned softly as he ran his skillful hands through your hair like he always does. He sometimes gently pulled at the roots, eliciting more groans into the kiss, and the air would quickly become heated.

The kiss was only broken for a few seconds before you’d start all over again. Each kiss became more feverish and vehement than the last (if that was even possible).

His hands pulled themselves out of your hair to slide its way to your hips, his strong grip making itself known as he pulled up you to sit on his lap.The never-ending round of kisses excited you and you longed to feel his soft lips on yours. Sleep be damned, this was all you needed right now.

While his hands stroked and gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, hips, and sides through the layers your paratrooper uniform offered.

The dark fabric of your uniform felt paper thin in his touch, as you could clearly feel the warmth his hands exuded as he trailed his hands up and down your body.

Trails of goosebumps was what he left in his wake, the fuzzy in your stomach arising from the compassionate touch.

Deciding to make use of your non-occupied hands, the once stationary hands found a way to wrap against his neck, urging him to kiss you deeper. You’d rub your hands on his neck then trailing them down and up his body in a similar fashion he caressed yours.

Mimicking his previous actions, you’d pull at the short hairs at the back of his neck, a low moan was pulled out of his lips. Encouraged by this, you’d then grip Ron’s broad shoulders, holding him still as he relished the touch and taste of your sweet lips.

Softly pulling away, you gazed lovingly into his glassy eyes as he did to yours. Your (E/C) eyes looked down at his pink lips, slightly swollen like yours from the kissing before looking back up.

Your laboured breathing filled the empty space and the loud pounding of your heart never seemed to slow down. Minutes that seemed liked hours passed before any of you two did anything.

Your feverish forehead was resting against his, your eyes now resting on your hands woven into his. His thumb rubbing soothingly against your palm and the thick, warm air was replaced by the cold one of Bastogne.

“Ron?”

“Shhh…”

He shushed, his pointer finger pressing against your lips. This time you let him shut you up. Ron leaned slowly this time, not at all like the heated kiss before. It was soft and slow this time, giving you time to relish the vulnerability you two shared at the moment.

You could feel everything in this kiss and it was only now that you noticed his hands were fondly touching your thighs, the pant fabric doing nothing to hide the tender touches on your body.

You reluctantly pulled away, pouting slightly at the lost feeling. His beautiful face was now focused on yours, the glazed look in his eyes still lingering.

“Ron… Promise me you won’t treat me like that in the morning anymore. I can’t take it…”

“No promises.”

“I’m serious, Ron.”

You hardened your gaze, letting him know that you were completely serious. Your hands dropped from their place wrapped around his neck as you placed them on his chest.

“Ron, just know that... Whether you’re being bitchy or not, I will always love you. I always do...”

Your breath tickled his ear as you leaned in close to whisper them to him.

“Good.”

Beautiful pink lips tug into a sincere smile as he took in your flushed features. The argument was long forgotten and pushed to the back of your heads. He pulled you into his arms once again, a touch you never see yourself getting tired of.

Warm lips press against yours after Ron pulls you deeper into his embrace and you let yourself get lost in the feeling. You could never stay mad at him for that long anyway.

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You sighed blissfully into the air, your chin resting on your hands as you relaxed in your wooden chair. The memories of what you two did in that foxhole on those nights still made your cheeks burst into flames.

A smile finds itself on your lips as you absentmindedly drift off to the days where you and Ron would do nothing but throw love in each other’s way. You twirled (H/C) strands of your hair idly, cheek still pressed against the surface of your palm.

Nimble fingers dance across your skin as you trail your hands to rub the tender skin of your neck and in other places too. Purple marks blossomed on your soft, (S/C) skin, and you couldn’t help as warmth spread to your cheeks and face.

The window in front of you was open, sunlight illuminating your features and making the diamond ring on your finger glitter like a galaxy. (E/C) eyes look over lovingly to your husband on the other side of the room.

Short, black hair still messy from last night’s activities and hickies were visibly poking out from under his collar.

He turns just in time to see your love-struck expression and a smirk was all he could offer you.

You snapped out of your daze as you hear the dull thumping of footsteps on the floor. You shake your head to clear your mind but you were only confused as the object of your affection was no where in sight.

“Ron-”

“What are you staring at, (Y/N)?”

A familiar, husky voice interrupts you and a small yelp comes from your lips as you jumped slightly in your chair, hands gripping tightly at the edge of the wooden table.

The yelp was replaced by a clear laugh as Ron picks you up to twirl you in the air. Ron looked at you in adoration, his eyes taking up the dazed look you still had in you (E/C) eyes.

Ron loved you so fucking much.

It was almost unbearable, but whenever Ron sees your gorgeous face, or hear your snarky comebacks and light laughs, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you again and again.

Ron repeats the action for a couple of times before setting you down on the hardwood floor of your house.You stand at the ends of your feet to place a quick peck on his lips, and your heart flutters to see a small smile blooming after the small deed.

“I’m only looking at the most beautiful being in the entire universe, Ron.”

“I think that would rather go to you.”

You raise your hands to cover your warm face, eyes watching through the gaps of your fingers to see his next move.

“Stop, you’re making me blush.”

“And when have I haven’t?”

There is absolutely no possible way for a man like Ronald Speirs to exist. You weren’t complaining though. You were glad you met this stunning, yet sometimes infuriating man, even if you met in unfortunate circumstances.

Giggles fill the air as you feel strong arms lift you up to a bridal carry. His arms support the underside of your thighs as he holds you delicately. Ron’s dark eyes examine your beautiful features before heading to your shared bedroom.

“Ron- Put me down! Where are we going?”

“I believe we still have some unfinished business from last night.”

You shivered as you saw the mischievous shine his now hooded eyes. He still manages to carry you in his arms as he quietly shuts the door behind him, making sure nothing will bother you two for the next few hours.

What you were going to do without this man, you didn’t know.

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ahhhh im finally done! im sorry if i have any mistakes, i didnt proofread lol

i honestly like this fic and im living for it, but idk if its ooc

@radiantcade, i hope u and everyone else enjoy and like this fic 💕💕💕

i got another fic in the making, stay tuned loves

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eugenebondurant · 5 years

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♡ → fluff || ❀ → smut || ✧ → angst || ☽ → drabble || ☆ → multipart fic

Summer Storm ♡ ✧

Gene Roe x Reader

For you, the summer storms in Bayou Chene are one of the most wonderful things about making your home in Louisiana with Gene. For him, they’re a little too close to the sounds of battle. While the storm rages, you help him forget those times when he was always there for everyone else by being there for him.

Four Weddings ♡ ☽

Speirton, Baberoe, Webgott, and Winnix

four vignettes on love, peacetime, and happiness

Those Stumbling Words that Told You What My Heart Meant ♡

Carwood Lipton x Ron Speirs || series (in progress)

part one

When Easy comes into the town of Alsace for the night, Carwood and Ron are billeted together in a room with one bed. Carwood’s got pneumonia, Ron is fretting over him, and both think the other should have the bed.

Peace and Time and Tenderness ♡ ❀

Carwood Lipton x Ron Speirs

After the war, Carwood and Ron stay in Berchtesgaden, where the sun is warm and peace is sweeter than anything they could have imagined.

To Celebrate This Night We’ve Found Each Other ♡

George Luz x Joe Toye

At the party celebrating their certification as paratroopers, Joe and George are tipsy and happy and can’t keep their eyes off each other. When Joe walks George back to barracks afterwards, George admits he doesn’t want to go off to war without having kissed a boy, and Joe decides tonight’s the night to make sure that doesn’t happen.

#she's babey right now but hopefully she'll be longer soon ^w^#eugenebondurant's masterlist #maddie writes stuff!#updated 4.27!

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Ron Speirs x OC.

Part 7! Here’s the link for the last part.

This chapter contains smut and mentions of nightmares/ ptsd.

Ron and Jenny have increasingly spent more nights together, delving in the comfort of each others arms. When Ron has a nightmare, fuelled with the trauma’s from war, he admits to finding comfort in staying with her. Smut ensues as the fondness grows between the pair.

GUYS THIS IS FUCKING FILTHY I REALLY SHOULDNT UPLOAD THIS I AM ASHAMED OF MYSELF ITS BEEN A REALLY LING TUME OK-

As Ron stirred from besides me, I’d let out a content sigh, smiling up to the roof of the decorated ceiling above. A room fit for a king huh? More like fit for a queen like me. I’d been awoken by Ron’s tossing and turning- I didn’t mind. Waking up during the early hours of the morning no longer bothered me so much now I was sharing a bed with him.

For the past four weeks we’d hardly slept alone. Whether that was him turning up outside my room or me sneaking into his, it had become a regular occurrence.

When he’d stilled, I’d settled back down into the comfort of the pillow, closing my eyes once again. A hum escaped Ron’s throat from next to me which caused me to turn back over, scanning over his expression. His eyes were still shut, indicating he was deep in slumber, but the frown tugging down on his face made him look troubled. Ron let out a soft pant again, almost sounding breathless as he shifted his hands. As he moved some more he began muttering words I couldn’t understand, breathing heavily as the pained expression on his face grew. Was he having a nightmare? He didn’t look to be enjoying himself, that’s for sure. “Ron.” I whispered after he let out another mumble. I ran my touch over the warmth of his shoulder, feeling his clammy his skin was. “Ron.” I muttered again, shaking him as he muttered again, this time letting out the smallest kind of whimper. It broke my heart, even the toughest of men could suffer such horrific night terrors after war. He shot straight up, sitting up and panting wildly whilst staring wide eyed ahead of him like somebody had a gun raised to his head. “Ron.” I whispered again, snapping him out of it as he stared back to me with the same frightened eyes. I I instantly felt my heart shatter when he turned back, kicking his legs off the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, coming to kneel behind the worried man. My hand soothed over his back, glancing to see his face but his head was hung too low to see. “M’ fine.” His voice sounded rough as he shook my question off. He wasn’t fine, I could tell. I was at a loss of what to do as he sat there taking deep breaths on the edge of the bed.

“W- I can leave you alone if you need-“

“No.” A hand reached back to me, his voice breathless as he turned around, sinking back down into the bed and bringing me with him. “No, no, don’t.” His voice didn’t reach above a whisper, soft yet roughened by the huskiness of sleep lacing him. “Okay.” I muttered out, running my hand over his cheek as he swallowed. “Don’t leave.” He nudged his face closer to mine.

“I won’t.”

“No, don’t leave me.” Stunned by his saddened words, I didn’t have time to reply when he was pressing his lips up against mine. “I won’t, Ron.” I managed to add on against the kiss, his hands were running all over my bare back, gripping me close as I soothed down the back of his head.

When his lips fell into my neck, kissing and sucking, I was left a little confused. “Are you okay?”

“I need you.” He didn’t answer my question. “I need you more than anything.” His voice was gruff as he kissed me, harder this time. I couldn’t resist, if he needed me, he could have me, if that’s what helped him feel better then I would oblige fully. “You can have me.” I hushed as he was already burying his head into my collarbone, kissing and sucking deep marks into my skin. My breathing became heavier and I was stunned to feel his fingers dig under my underwear so quickly. I was still wet from the antics from the night before, so his fingers slid over my pussy with ease. “Kiss me.” He instructed as I opened my eyes again, looking back to his darkened eyes. “Are you sure you want to?” I pecked his lips. “Yes.” Ron nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before licking over them seductively. Oh, what was he doing to me?

The kiss became deeper, our tongues moving against one another’s as his fingers pushed deep inside of me, making me moan out at the sensation. My legs spread wider and I moved my hand down to pull his already hard cock out of his pants. It was my turn to make him feel good, he needed it- he could use it as a distraction. Ron snatched mg hand back up to his mouth, licking over my hands and sucking on my fingers, dampening them before we both moved it back down to his erection. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, that alongside the obvious groans he wasn’t holding back, I couldn’t help but moan as his pace picked up. I felt his fingers twitching at an overwhelming fast rate inside of me, pumping them in and out as my wetness was evident from the noise filling the room. My hand began twisting around the end of his cock, pleasuring him as he ground his hips up into my hand. The only time I stopped was when the pleasure he was giving me was too much. “Give me one.” Ron growled, speaking into my ear as he pressed a sharp kiss to below my ear. I moaned in response knowing he wanted me to cum, little did we expect that his actions would cause me to squirt my juices over his hand and arm, wetting the bed as he groaned in sync with me. “Good. Good girl.” He seethed as my movements over his throbbing member continued. “That’s my good girl.” With a grip to my chin, he forced his two fingers that were inside of me, into my lips as I sucked seductively, using both hands to jerk him off now. Ron let out a broken groan, gasps leaving his mouth as my left hand cupped his balls, massaging them tenderly as his head dropped back. “Fuck- oh my god.” Hearing him out loud was one of my biggest turn ons, and despite the pleasure I’d just received my pussy was throbbing for more. His head was dropped back against the pillow, he laid on his back now, becoming somewhat submissive as I crawled over, replacing one of my hands with my mouth as I licked and sucked over his penis. He was leaking with precum, I sucked it all up, slurping and pushing my head down as I gagged over his length. Fuck it felt good, the way his hands were gripped harshly in my hair and spit was dripping down his cock. I hadn’t even questions how things had got so quickly to this point. “Make me nice and wet for you, that’s it.” Ron watched in awe, letting out a deeply vocal groan which caused my free hand to press in between my legs.

“Gonna feel so good when I fuck you.” “You like choking on my cock like that?” “You use your mouth so good on me…”

I’d come to figure when Ron was angry or sad or anything, sex was his outlet- and oh my god he was good at it. His hips bucked into my mouth wildly, snatching back my hair to take a look at the precum and spit that dripped from my mouth.

“Can you fuck me?” I borderline whinged as he watched me with widened eyes, yanking me up on top of him, holding his cock out for me to sink down on. I was a little sore from the sex last night, but he filled me up so well. Ron soothed his hand over my cheeks, lips parted ever so gently, the moment of softness replaced by his hips harshly thrusting up into me. I’d never rode him before, so the new angle felt insanely good. I felt like putting on a performance for him, thrusting my hips and circling over him as he groaned out in a manly manner. His hands gripped my ass, slapping them whenever I bounced on his stiff member. Ron tugged me down close to him, as I bounced my hips up and down, feeling his slap to my ass once again as I moaned out loud. “You’re so good at this aren’t you?” He hissed quietly, our faces were inches apart, but one hand in my hair held me back from kissing him. He was tormenting me, teasing me, milking every inch of pleasure out of me as he could. When I didn’t reply he tugged again causing a pained cry to escape my lips. “Yeah, fuck Ron.” I groaned, a panting sweating mess as he rewarded me by fucking into me some more. He thrusted once, testing the waters, before doing it again and again with the strongest thrust I’d ever felt. I thought I’d stop breathing it was that rough, fuck, he was good. I was meeting his thrusts half way, burying his cock deep inside of me as his fingers slipped over my ass and into unexplored territory. I let out a gasp, watching him gaze at me with inquisitive eyes. His finger grazed over my asshole, again, testing the waters as I fell into the trap of pleasure and stopped my movement.

“Don’t stop.” Ron reminded, voice more gentle now as I continued grinding over him desperately. His fingers were rubbing over my tight hole, before pushing one into me, using my wetness as lubrication. “Oh fuck!” The sensation was too good, Ron was a dirty fucker and I loved it. My hand snatched over his neck, scratching down his chest as he used his spare hand to move my hips, moving his finger in and out of me as both my holes were filled with him.

“You’re taking me so well aren’t you, oh fuck, that’s it baby.” Baby- oh god he had me moaning louder than ever before, my voice nearing a scream when he started fucking into me again. “Make yourself cum Jen, use your hands. Touch yourself for me.” His voice hitched with a groan when I began rubbing my fingers over my clit.

“I- I’m gonna cum.” I sobbed out as he pressed himself deeper in me. By the time I had reached my high I was wheezing, chest heaving and falling. Just as his cock threw me over the edge he’d pulled me closer into him, holding a hand firmly against my back whilst kissing me deeply. I was yelling against his mouth, shouting and crying out in ecstasy before I slumped back into the kiss, exhausted. “Oh god, Ron.” I gasped, feeling his finger slip out of me as he soothed down my back gently, holding me close. “Good girl.” He breathed as I came down, laid over his chest. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?” He checked. “No.” I responded quickly as he kissed my cheeks, thrusting ever so slowly into me to remind me he was still inside of me. I could see he was holding back his pleasure, waiting until I’d fully come down and was okay to carry on again as he rolled my onto my back, keeping his thrusts to a minimal as we made out. It felt romantic, somehow the dirtiness of it all earlier relaxed into something more tender, something sweet. Ron stroked over the side of my cheek as his tongue danced against mine. Admiring the handsome man, I pressed kisses to his neck and jawline, sucking and kissing, careful to leave marks that were only reserved for the eyes of me. The noises he made above me were vulnerable and nothing short of pure ecstasy as he picked up the speed. I was beginning to feel the sore ache of down below and knew I needed Ron to finish fairly quickly. From my gentle whine and whimpers I think Ron could tell I was becoming tired. It was easily 3AM and despise all the excitement of the sex, my orgasm had tired me out. “I’ll stop.”

“No.” I insisted, pressing him closer into me by his ass. “You’re tired.”

“I’m not the one doing the work.” I smiled, my eyes heavy as he kissed me tenderly. “I’ll be gentle, ok?” He soothed as I hummed, nodding with a gentle smile as he gave me small thrusts, pulling me close as he continued a slow rhythm. It didn’t take long for him to build up to the point of finish. I could feel him sweating as he kept a focused face, jaw dropped and eyes locked with mine. “Cum for me Ron.” I whispered. “I need it.” My hand smoothed over his face, when I was about to let go he barely let out a ‘no’ before pressing my hand further to his face. His breathing increased against my lips, barely being able to keep the pucker of his own as he groaned into the kiss. “Fuck, shit, I-“ “Yeah.” I moaned as he grunted out, kissing me harshly. “I love you, fuck.”

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#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers smut #Ron Speirs #ron Speirs x reader #ron Speirs smut #Ron Speirs x reader smut

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marvelmymarvel · 6 years

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Promote Me, Love Me

Part 4/12

Ronald Speirs x Lieutenant!Reader (Mainly)

Carwood Lipton x Lieutenant!Reader (Kinda)

Synopsis: You have one goal in this war, to rise faster in the ranks than Ronald Speirs from Dog Company. The only problem, you’re hopelessly in love with the crazy man. Will it mess up your chance to be better than the arrogant careless man, or will it make you realize that ranks aren’t everything when it comes to love? But when you find out that your best friend Carwood Lipton has been hiding feelings for you, what will you choose in the end? Speirs, Lipton, or that Golden Rank you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl, only war will make that decision.

A/N: No one is dating anyone yet... So anything that happens doesn't really qualify as cheating... I promise you. I don't like cheating. Also, I know that I hint a lot at smut but I’m sorry to say that I will never write it. But you’ll know if they do have sex, just won't write it ya know. Anyway, enjoy part 4!

You lifted your head up from Lips shoulder at the sound of a scream. “What the fuck was that” you hissed as you flew up. Lip grabbed your wrist, still half asleep but you pulled out of his grasp, “Y/n I think it's alright, come back sweetheart” he grumbled but you shook your head, “I’m gonna go check it out” you whispered before climbing out. It didn't take long before he was fast asleep once more, he knew you’d be careful. Considering you were surrounded by men that would take a bullet for you, you were safe out there as much as you were in his arms. You walked towards the sound that was now a moan. You heard footsteps from behind you, turning you straightened up “Flash” you called out boldly. Your hand was on your hip as you waited for the person to exit from the treelines. “Thunder” he purred out as he exited. Your heart stopped at seeing Ron and you fought back a smile. “What are you doing out of your foxhole Lieutenant,” he asked as he stepped closer. You were 5 feet away from each other, yet he somehow took your breath away like he was centimeters away from your lips. You just kissed your best friend hours before... Multiple times as a matter of fact after the first one... And yet, Ron seemed to make you forget everything.

“I was going to check out the sound Lieutenant” you whispered out as he stepped even closer to you. Your breath hitched as he towered over you, “Why are you so shaky... Lieutenant” he purred out the title as if it was the sexiest thing he’d ever say. It certainly made your knees buckle a little as he caught you by the arm, his hard grasp made your breathing shallow as you looked up at him. He leaned down, his lips swept past yours and detoured to your cheek and then to your ear. “I find it fascinating that I have this effect over you” he whispered sensually. It sent shivers down your spine as your eyes fluttered closed in lust. He kissed your ear, then down your jaw slowly. When he pecked the nape of your neck was when your eyes snapped open in realization. Pushing him away you backed up against the tree that was only a couple of feet behind you. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath. As you tried to ground yourself from what was about to happen. While you wouldn't have done anything sexual with him in the middle of the woods. You couldn't deny that if he was about to kiss you, you would kiss back without a second thought. But Carwood. “Stay away from me Speirs” you hissed finally pushing off the tree. His face fell into one of confusion, as only hours before you were looking at him as if you wanted to kiss him till he died. Something changed. His face morphed into one of understanding, and he wasn't happy. “You and Sergeant Lipton” He whispered out gruffly. You fell silent, not knowing what to say or do. When you didn't say anything he turned his head to the side as he let out an incredulous laugh that felt dry and made you want to run and hide. Turning his head back to yours he sent a dirty glare that made your heart stop. “And to think I actually-” he began but before he could continue, he heard a branch snap close by. He glared at you before walking towards it, gun in hand, this was your chance to escape the suffocating conversation you two were about to have. Rushing past behind him you heard him talking to a soldier who came to check on the moaning like you did. You ran towards your hole and slid in, breathing heavily you gripped onto Carwoods body like he was the only one that could ground you at that moment. “Hey honey” he whispered out drowsily, you were quiet as you were trying to catch your breath and slow the thoughts that were racing in your mind. When you didn't answer he sat up quickly, now fully alert at the fact that you were possibly in danger. How could he fall asleep and let you go alone?! He couldn't trust that you’d be okay, and right now, he was afraid that-that one sleepy choice had harmed you. “Y/n... What happened” he pressed as he cupped your cheeks in his strong hands. You whimpered out, you couldn't tell him. He would look at you differently. You felt the guilt flood your body as you just shook your head before flinging into his arms, hiding your face in his neck. “I’m so sorry Car” you cried out and he just held you, his mind racing trying to figure out why you were crying and why you were sorry. He pulled you away and grabbed your cheeks once more. “What are you sorry about Y/n” he stammered out, afraid to hear what you were going to say. Your lip quivered at the thought of telling him. While you weren't dating yet, you didn't want to hurt him. You shook your head and sucked your lower lip in between your teeth. “I should have stayed in the foxhole, I’m sorry I didn't listen” you lied before pulling from his grasp and laying back down into his arms. He didn't press. You were thankful. You didn't want to hurt Car... Not on someone who meant nothing to you. But those were empty words that you told yourself to sleep at night. Even then though. You barely slept.

You stayed out of the battle. Instead, you stood up above on the hill with Nixon and Strayer. Sink gave you the heads up earlier that day that you would be promoted to Captain in the intelligence side of things. No more combat. Much more stress. So here you were, being shown the good and bad things that were happening down below by Nixon. Who you would be working with for the rest of the war unless you were promoted once more. You were shaky as you brought out a cigarette, putting it to your lips, you lit it. Inhaling the smoke, you began to feel your muscles relax, but your heart was on that field. Your heart was in the danger. How can one possibly relax, when you could possibly see someone you love die in front of your eyes. And you couldn't do anything about it. Exhaling shakily, an evil thought crossed your mind. ‘Who exactly are you even worried about’. The thought made your heart skip a beat as the cigarette settled in between your shaky fingers. Your head snapped over to a heavy metallic sound from the right portion of the field.

“Holy shit” you whispered as you saw the German tanks rolling up. Your heart stopped as you stepped forward, your cigarette falling from your fingers as the tank shot out towards the left flank.

“Sir, Dog and Fox company are pulling back” You heard Nixon call out to Strayer “WHAT” Strayer hollered while turning to the left flank. Your blood ran cold. Dog. “Ron” you whispered out as you saw all the men flying out of the trees.

“Who gave them that order goddamnit” Strayer hissed and you just watched in pure and utter fear. “Please” you whispered to yourself as you watched more bombs explode along the tree lines. “Please let him live.” You were begging, pleading for his life... For both of their lives. Your head snapped up at another sound, a tank shell exploded at the Germans tank. Your eyes widened in shock and your head whipped towards Lewis who was watching through binoculars. You were praying it was a good sign. Looking back, you saw what it was.

The sight made every muscle in your body relax. Chills erupted on your arms as you broke out into a gigantic smile. “Well hello second armored” Nixon called out from behind you and you let out a relieved laugh as tears formed in your eyes at the beautiful sight of the Shermans. With their help, the airborne was able to push back the Germans and you were finally able to capture Carentan with no more backlash. By the end of the battle, all of the Easy company soldiers emerged from the trees and you flew down the hill. Lip’s eyes lit up once he caught sight of you. You felt yourself melt at the mere thought of his arms wrapped around you. Safe. Calm. Secure. Flying into his arms, he encompassed you in warmth and safety “Hi sweetheart” he whispered softly as he held you close. “Are you okay Car?!” you whispered after a couple seconds of just holding onto him for dear life. You pulled away a little and ran your hands along his shoulders and body, looking for any wounds or blood. Finally, your hands grabbed at his face, looking at him as if you couldn't quite capture a mental image of him. As if he would fade away any second now. As if this was a dream and you’d find him dead in some trench hole. Cold and bloody. Something you would die to never see. “I’m okay Y/n” He laughed out at your frantic ways. It was really quite adorable, the way you were so adamant about finding him, that you ran down the hill instead of taking the Jeep with Strayer and Nixon. But that would have taken too long. You needed him. Now. ‘Needed who?’ the thought crossed your mind and you silenced it by kissing Carwood firmly on the lips. Holding his cheeks securely in your grasp, you deepened the kiss as he wrapped the arm that wasn't holding his gun around your waist. Pulling you closer to his body, you pulled away before pressing your forehead to his. Your eyes traveled behind him to see the other men. But they stopped on one man. You saw him behind Carwood, making your breath hitch as he watched blankly at you both. You pulled your face away from Lip and smiled softly at Ron. “I’m so glad you’re okay... Ron” you stated stubbornly. No emotions were laced in the tone, but you knew that it was difficult to hide the emotions bubbling under your skin from appearing in your eyes. Apparently, Ron had the same issue. His face was blank and emotionless, but his eyes spoke of nothing but pain and heartbreak. It was true. He did like you. Ron nodded before turning swiftly to walk away. Carwood was watching and still held you close by the waist. “What was that all about?” He whispered out at Ron’s dismissive attitude. You simply shook your head before turning to press your lips once more to his. “Doesn't matter” you muttered out finally before stepping back and grabbing his hand in yours. “Let's get you cleaned up” you cooed as you looked at his disheveled state. He smiled and you two took off towards the trucks that would hopefully take you somewhere where there were warm showers and warm beds. A place.. Where you and Car could finally go on a date. Where you could hopefully forget all about Ron. But that seemed highly unlikely as well.

Aldbourne was relaxing. While you and Carwood didn't really go on a date. You started to feel your emotions lessen towards Ron. Maybe you just needed to get closer to Lip... Maybe you were just getting better at suppressing it. You didn't really know. But you were getting drunk in the barn with Dick and Car so you didn't really care at the moment.

Nixon walked in and you smirked at your partner in crime, “Well hello there” you slurred out as you leaned against Dick for support. Lew rolled his eyes playfully at you but leaned in to tell you both of the news. It made you sober up real quick and you cleared your throat before setting down the beer you had in your grasp. “Can you tell him Y/n?” Nix asked you and you nodded before you all three broke away. Walking over to Car, you slid your hands down his shoulders and to his chest before wrapping them around him lazily as you leaned behind him. “Word just came in.” You started quietly into his ear as he grabbed your clasped hands that rested on the middle of his chest. He zoned out from the men around him, tuning into you and only you. “The training exercise tonight at 2200 hours is canceled. Passes are revoked and we are moving back out to France...” you whispered quietly, finally feeling the weight of those words as your fingers absentmindedly grabbed at his shirt tightly. He moved his head more towards your lips as he looked up at you. “Everyone needs to get their stuff ready immediately... We won't be coming back anytime soon. The trucks will be leaving from Membury at 0700...” you continued sadly and he just nodded at you before looking back down. Pressing your lips to his ear you let go of his shirt and backed away. Grabbing the beer you had set down, you walked out as Lip stood to give the announcement, you didn't want to hear it... Seeing the men's disappointed faces was enough pain to give you nightmares. They couldn't seem to get free of the hell. You hated that. Swigging the last of the beer in the bottle you walked towards the house in which you and Lips room was. “You alright there Captain” you heard someone call out from behind you. You whirled around shakily seeing Ron standing behind you with a cigarette hanging between his lips. Your eyes were on the cigarette but they shot up realizing you were staring at his lips as well. The taste. His taste. Fuck. “Lieutenant Speirs” you greeted with a slight nod, trying to hide the fact that you were caught staring, and that you knew you were caught staring. The smile that formed on his lips made you uneasy but made your insides swirl as well. “Care for a cigarette... Y/n” He whispered as he stepped forward, offering the box to you. You hesitated, thinking about all the stories you had heard. But you weren't afraid of him. Your eyes lazily shot back up to his and you scoffed quietly to yourself. “You gonna shoot me if I say yes” you garbled out, your eyes widened in realization and you promised yourself to never drink like this again. His smile fell into a scowl and he felt dangerous as he stepped closer to you. Your eyes shot to the carton, not really able to handle the glare he was giving you. “Just take the cigarette... Y/n” he muttered out coldly, “And find out if the rumors are true.” Your eyes shot back up from the pack of smokes to his eyes, your mouth felt dry and you cleared your throat before taking a cigarette. Putting it in between your lips, he lit it for you. Never breaking eye contact. You exhaled the smoke and nodded at him. “I never believed them anyway” you murmured before turning to leave, he watched your body retreat and he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. “Good” he murmured to himself before turning around to head back towards the barn where he took off from when he saw you leave. He didn't want his favorite girl being afraid of him. For he’d always be there to save you. Even if there was someone in his way. Lipton wouldn't be in the way for much longer. The minute you realized how much safer you felt around him instead of Lipton, it would be game over. He would win you over. He thought as he turned his head back to see you entering the house, you would be his. He turned back as he entered the now quiet barn. He would die trying.

Part 5

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@hell-itwasyou @desired-love-

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers #carwood lipton imagine #carwood lipton #carwood lipton imagines #ronald speirs #ronald speirs imagines #ronald speirs imagine #promote me love me #promote me #love me

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bellewintersroe · 5 months

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Band of Brothers hc request where nurse!reader can’t sleep because of all the injuries piling up/feeling guilty about not doing more?

Thank you for the request anon! <3 mentions of grief, wounds, reader is overworked and ur man takes care of you, mainly fluff.

Easy Company x Nurse!Reader Headcanons

Eugene Roe:

I can imagine Gene’s on duty and he see’s you again, still working late into the night, despite him knowing you were on shift before 7am.

The long days were brutal, Eugene knew that. The urge to help out in anyway possible and feel guilt for resting was something he combatted heavily, especially throughout Bastogne.

But nobody can work effectively when they’re running off four hours sleep.

You and Eugene are close, you’re not in a relationship but there’s feelings there that probably go unspoken until the end of the war. So he feels comfortable enough to approach you.

When you accidentally knock into a tray of surgical and medical items and your breathing deeply, hands running over your forehead - he knows you’re too overworked.

“Y/n.” He steps closer. “Get off duty and go to bed.” Gene would borderline sass.

“I’m fine, Gene.” You’d shake him off, snapping from the irritability of exhaustion.

Gene would cover your hand before you had chance to tidy the tray of equipment you’d just messed up. Finally, you’d look at him now.

“Seriously, you ain’t gonna be anymore help running off no sleep.”

You’d feel a little guilty, knowing your tiredness was potentially messing things up, but you couldn’t give up.

“I can’t sleep, Gene, I feel too bad that I’ve got a warm bed and half these men are sleeping on the floor.” You’d finally admit.

“You gotta try, hm?” Ugh his voice would be so low gentle, he’s so careful not to alarm or engage anybody else in the conversation, and the way he’s holding your hand is distracting.

Anyway, he’s too convincing and soon he’s walking you back with a hand in yours, a little saddened by how clearly overworked you are.

“If anything happens you’ll come get me, right?” You’d worry and Gene would offer you a small smile. “Nothin’s gonna happen.”

But anyway he practically forces you to go to bed and by no surprise you’re passed out within minutes of hitting the pillow.

Gene probably comes back to check up on you a few hours later and he’s soo relieved that you’re fast asleep 🥹.

Ron Speirs:

This mf does not mess around, especially when it comes to you.

You and Ron are already in a relationship by the time you’re at Germany, you’re an amazing comfort to one another and Ron’s already thinking about popping the question by the time they get somewhere nicer.

Anyway, when you’re working tirelessly to take care of the poor victims of the camp, you don’t get back until early hours of the morning, eyes circled with dark bags, legs barely functioning.

The next morning Ron see’s you up early asf, so he asks around to see what time you were back last night. When you don’t return from the infirmary until super late the next day, he’s kinda annoyed.

Not annoyed at you really, he just worries for you.

“What time did you get back last night?” He calls you into his office and for a minute you’re actually intimidated by him, skskskksksle.

You’d attempt to lie that it wasn’t that bad but Speirs would just nod with a knowing expression on his face.

“You’re off duty tomorrow.” He’d simply say and your heart would plummet.

“Ron, no!” You’d immediately plead, the guilt building up.

“I can’t have an exhausted nurse running around, that’s no help to anybody.”

“Then do it for me, personally. I can’t sleep knowing all those people are still in there.”

Ron would inhale, feeling a little worried knowing why you’re feeling that way. He’d secretly inform you that you’re moving out tomorrow anyway, speaking so quietly.

Also secretly brings you up to his private room, the fact you have a night off together is overwhelmingly nice and if you can’t sleep Ron’s doing anything possible to help you.

Talking would be the first thing, you’d discuss everything. He’d 100% be cuddly asf after not being able to relax around you for a while, he’d offer you a massage and then if that didn’t work he’s tiring you out even more using other methods… do with that as you please.

Joe Liebgott:

I can deffo imagine him being a little wise ass about it at first. The two of you are close friends, wanting to be something more, and the way Joe expresses it is through teasing you.

Like you’re sitting on the edge of the nurses foxhole, just staring into blank space.

“Jesus, are ya even alive?” Waves in front of your face, half expecting you to crack a smile like you always do.

You’d probably mutter something back to him, snapping and blinking back down to your gloved hands. You’re just waiting for another cry out for help.

“God, you are cranky when you’re tired, huh?!” He watches you stand up with a sigh, glancing around the area to go check up on everyone.

“Where ya going?” He’s a little disappointed and confused, he saw you patrolling around only moments prior.

Anyway when you think of some excuse he’s pulling you back down into the foxhole, climbing in with you.

Kinda confronts you about how you haven’t been sleeping and practically wraps two of the spare blankets around you.

“Stay warm, okay? Talk to me, y/n/n, why can’t ya sleep?” He knows why you can’t sleep, but he’s so caring, even when he doesn’t mean to, Joe naturally falls into the role of sometimes nurturing other people. The perks of having younger siblings, huh?

When you’d explain that there’s too many wounded men back in town to even know where to start, and that you feel too guilty to sleep when all the others need checking up on out here he’s tutting and wrapping an arm around you.

“C’mere. How ya gonna treat anybody when you’re running off no sleep? You’ll get all jumpy and pass out- that’s the last we need, isn’t it, doll?”

“Yeah…”

“Try get some sleep, huh? I’ll stay, as long as nobody finds me here.” Technically being in a foxhole together wasn’t allowed, but the mutual comfort you gained from one another was unexplainable. Plus, Joe didn’t want you creeping up and sneaking away when you had to rest.

When you are asleep and he has to go, he presses the most gentle kiss to your temple, hesitantly climbing back out and telling all the men nearby to shut the hell up.

Bill Guarnere:

“Now when I heard about a lady out here refusin’ to get some shut eye, I didn’t realise it wa’ you.” Bill would smooth a hand up your back as you’d sigh, melting into his touch as he climbed onto the single bunk with you.

“They had to kick you outta’ the infirmary?” Bill doesn’t know if he’s impressed or concerned by your determination out here. Ever since landing you’ve been overwhelmingly busy, he’s glad to see you in bed. He’s not glad to see you awake, however.

“Pretty much.” You’d mutter, turning around to wrap an arm over his lap as he rested with his back against the headboard.

Bill would let you sink completely into his hold, hoping if anything the comfort of having one another would let you sleep.

Bill knows exactly why you can’t sleep, he knows you better than anybody, the guilt, the desperation to make sure everybody is okay. It doesn’t really need to be spoken about.

“Try get some sleep, yeah? I’ll stay as long as I can until those others get back, ok?”

Shifty Powers:

When he rolls over to you in the middle of the night and see’s you awake again he’s reaching over for you instantly.

“What’ya thinkin’ about, hm?” He’d mutter, gazing over your frustrated complexion.

“I should be down there.”

“Where?”

“At the infirmary.”

Now in Germany, it was more civilian injuries you were treating, especially when a building collapses and you’re absolutely swamped with causalities. After hours upon hours of being run off your feet you’re sent off duty, but your brain won’t shut off.

“Last I checked they had it under control.” Shifty would mutter, running a thumb over your creased brow until you relaxed. “If ya running around any longer you ain’t gonna be able to tomorrow.”

Ugh he’d be so soft and reassuring, there’s not a chance you’re leaving the bed however- he makes sure of that.

Dick Winters:

“Y/n, where are you going?” Dick has one eye open in his foxhole when he see’s you creeping past, arms huddled around your chest and scarf wrapped around your head.

Dammit, you thought he’d be asleep.

“Uh, just going to help out, Di- sir.” Although you had both been seeing one another, nothing had occurred out at war so it was extremely professional to maintain professionalism with one another.

“You’ve been there all day.” He’d sit up straighter, both your teeth chattering practically back to one another.

“I-I can’t sleep, sir. There’s so much to do.”

“If you don’t sleep you’ll be no help at all.” He’d remind, a very nice way of saying ‘get the hell back into your foxhole’.

“I know but. I can’t sleep. I feel too guilty.”

“Well we need a nurse out on these lines. Anybody needs you I’ll come get you, alright?” Dick is so understanding and makes you feel less guilty & more important at the same time. He’s so emotionally intelligent.

He walks you back to your foxhole, with a gentle squeeze of your hand he leaves you with a reminder that he’s still there.

He sure as hell isn’t waking you up however.

Babe Heffron:

“Hey get back into bed, would ya?” Babe would be on patrol and see you sneaking back to the aid station, walking alone through Haguenau.

He’d catch you red handed, sneaking over through the concealment of the darkness.

“And what’a’ya doin out here alone, huh?” He wouldn’t be happy, he practically had to force you to go to bed initially, and now you were sneaking out a mere 2 hours later.

“They need my help, Babe.”

“Did they tell ya that personally?” He gets kinda sassy ok, he’s a little annoyed cos he only wants the best for you, but the second he see’s you starting to get upset or blubbering he softens.

“Aw no, c’mere, I didn’t mean to upset ya!” Fuck patrolling, he’s pulling you aside and giving you a cuddle.

When you tell him what’s up he’s reminding you of every single accomplishment, big or small you’ve completed- and just how helpful you are and how everybody loves& appreciates you.

I think Babe is accidentally good with his words in certain situations, even if he’s a little flustered and worried for you, it’s his kindness and reassurance that has you eventually knocked out in bed again.

#band of brothers headcannons #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #eugene roe x reader smut #ron speirs headcannons #ron speirs x reader #liebgott x reader #joe liebgott x reader #bill guarnere x reader #shifty powers x reader #dick winters x reader #babe heffron x reader

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Ron Speirs X fem reader smut!

Part 1 - this idea just sprung to mind earlier today. This is set in the Eagles Nest on VE Day, when Easy company and their nurses are celebrating. Ron and the nurse reader don’t really have too much a relationship/ friendship but after some Dutch courage Ron gets a little touchy and a heated exchange ensues. I’m going to make this into a series of Ron Speirs x reader being f*ck buddies and maybe it develops into more but they have to struggle with the problems that come along with that seeing as fraternising in the army is not allowed.

18+ content below the cut, drinking alcohol, sex, foreplay, masturbation, cunnilingus, oral sex, unprotected sex, Ron feeling the reader up… Stay tuned for part 2.

“I don’t think Hitler would mind us staying here very much.” Harry Welch’s words made me giggle out a drunken laughter as I sipped on the bottle of red wine in front of me. Red wine, I hated it, I always had- but with the abundance of it and the desire for celebration, I felt compelled to drink it. It was fair to say I’d got a certain level of drunk that I hadn’t been before. Despite the conversation flowing naturally around the drunk men and nurses, my mind was elsewhere, occupied with the overwhelming emotion of lust for the man sat next to me. Captain Ronald Speirs- my Captain, currently drunk with his own bottle with his thigh pressed against one of mine. The proximity to one another had moved closer only when a few beverages had been drunk, we’d squeezed up originally to fit more men and women on the table we’d taken over in Hitler’s own Eagle’s nest in Berchtesgaden. Before this celebration, Captain Speirs and I hadn’t muttered more than a few words to one another when it wasn’t about our profession. The man was a mystery to me, an extremely handsome, dominating mystery. Truthfully, I’d had my eyes on him for a while, his handsome looks were undeniable, his intimidating stare only made me blush. As one of Easy’s nurses, it was completely inappropriate for me to fantasies about my Captain, but I couldn’t help it. “Sure he wouldn’t.” Now, he was drunk. Super friendly and clearly in a celebrating mood- like us all. His hair was dishevelled and his lips were dampened from remnants of red wine. Red wine, an aphrodisiac, it was either that or just Captain Speirs in general. My eyes wandered, lingering over his rogue appearance, his head turning down to smile back to me.

His eyes were hazy, as were mine, I felt my lips lift in an attempt to give him a flirtatious smile as I felt my heart speeding rapidly. His gaze lingered over me for a few seconds, before falling onto my lap below. I felt the nudge of the back of his hand on the side of my thighs, covered only with the thin, white material. My breath hitched, and the sensation of his hand running over the out to inner of my thigh made me want to moan on my exhale. His lips were ever so lifted in a gentle smile, as were mine. He must’ve heard my soft exhale, keeping his hand lingering on my leg as I fidgeted my legs a little upwards. They tensed and gave me the slightest friction I needed. God, I desired Captain Speirs, his hand being on me only made me crave more. I borderline couldn’t believe I was in this position, but I wasn’t complaining.

My focus was no longer on the conversation, my breathing was a little heavier and the more wine I sipped the more I couldn’t distract myself from the aching I felt growing in my core. My tongue pressed against the inside of my mouth, glancing down as his thumb slid over my thigh, catching on the material slightly and nudging my stocking down just the slightest bit. Fuck. He wanted them off, it was a sign, it had to be. Neither of us were talking, we’d gone quiet, nobody else had noticed, and I liked that. I felt stiffened, upright and rigid as I pushed my chest out slightly, shifting forwards so my arm knocked into his. Confidently, I ran my fingers over his hand, nudging him closer to the inside of my thigh. God, I was throbbing for him, I wandered if he could feel it? Speirs’ hand tightened over my flesh, fingers gripping over my stockings and tugging at them every now and then. Was this him indicating he wanted to fuck me? I hoped it was, I glanced at him through the corner of my eye, and I could see he was doing the same, watching the way my stocking slipped further and further down my leg, exposing the skin under my nursing uniform which had ridden up. In the place of my stocking, was now Ron’s thumb, stroking over my flesh as I took another deep breath in an attempt to cool myself down- metaphorically. I was so horny and gazed I couldn’t think straight. What only made it worse was when I felt Ron shift from besides me and he was readjusting himself in his pants, he was hard. It was so obvious, and big, he’d managed to conceal it a little more, but when I saw he was clearly erect for me I could barely stand the ache any longer. I let out a soft hum as I cleared my throat to conceal it, crossing my right leg over my left as his hand was trapped between my flesh. I think he knew what I was doing, the throbbing and desperation became too much and there wasn’t bough friction, so when his hand began kneading my skin further, I found it so difficult to not moan out his name. Fuck, this was going to happen, we were going to find a room and Captain Speirs was going to fuck me- oh god, I needed him to touch me, in more places than just my leg.

Ron lifted at my stockings, tugging it back up as much as possible as I took another breath, followed by a swig, uncrossing my leg as he smoothed out the material on my stockings, first the outside, and then the inside. That’s when things really became too much, his fingers purposefully ran over the exposed skin above my stockings now, dangerously close to my core. I feared he’d feel the wetness seeping through my underwear, I had no under gown on, and I think he could tell. With a second glance in his direction, his eyes met mine, and then my lips. Say something or this is never going to happen. “I’m going to look around.” I shyly smiled, the excuse coming off as more flirtatious and cheeky than I intended. I hoped he’d caught on, seeing as I snuck away from that table so so slowly, waiting for him to follow me. The bottle of wine came with me as I stumbled down the hall, desperate to find an empty room, far from the ears of Easy Company.

Finally, a separate room, barely attached to the building and looking over the opposite side of Germany. Privacy. I pushed open the door, thankful to see it was empty. With a glimpse behind me, I somewhat expected to see Ron, but he wasn’t there. My face fell flat as I leant against the door, drinking more of the wine before setting it down on the cabinet next to the door. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I adjusted the skirt of my dress, rearranging my stockings as I traced over where he’d touched. My touch wasn’t as good as his, but it was better than nothing. Leaning against the door again, my fingers traced over the wetness of my underwear. I was so wet, it was uncomfortable, but I desperately ached for satisfaction. I aches for Captain Speirs. Slipping out my white underwear, I left them to one side as my shoes were also kicked off, my fingers running over my clit gently. A shaky exhale escaped my mouth, desperate for more as I pressed two fingers against myself. My head was dropped back and my eyes were closed as I began rubbing myself gently. Imagine it’s Captain Speirs, here on his knees for you with his mouth attached to your pussy. I then flashed my mind back to his hardened cock in his pants, imagining I’d reached over and touched him, gripping him through his pants. Fuck, the thought of him inside me was so good. My confidence was boosted from the alcohol, inhibitions lowered as I moaned out through my closed, pouted lips. Ron… Ron, my mind repeated. “Ron.” I panted out loud, whining to myself as I gained a quicker speed over my aching pussy. It hurt so bad how much I needed release, my whole body was warm, legs like jelly as I slumped slightly against the door.

What I didn’t expect was the pushing on the handle. My eyes widened as I stepped forwards, stunned when I realised I hadn’t locked the door. Fuck. It happened too quick, and before I knew it Captain Speirs was stood right there. He had a darkened look in his eyes, jaw tense and he eyed over me. My bottom lip was agape and I gripped the hem of my dress nervously. “Do you wanna show me what you were doing?” He then breathlessly spoke, voice low as he closed and locked the door, the first words we’d spoken to one another all evening. A closed mouth moan escaped me as his thumb and finger rested under my chin, staring into my eyes and shaking his head with a soft expression. “You don’t know what you do to me.” With a sharp inhale, he pushed himself forwards, lips pressing against mine as there was a quick stumble to regain our balance, his hand gripping over the back of my head, the other pulling on my waist. You don’t know what you do to me- his words replayed in my mind, smiling against the kiss as I placed one hand on the back of his head, the other on the firm bicep of his arm.

The kiss was rough, passionate, everything I fantasised about, soon I was panting against his lips, desperate for more from my Captain. “Show me what you were doing.” He borderline begged, voice breathless as one hand moved down to grip his own bulge. “Captain Speirs-“ I panted out, scanning over his eyes. “Please.” He muttered, the vulnerability and desperation in his voice egging me on to show him exactly what I was doing before. My hand slipped under my dress as he quickly shifted both his hands to hold my face, kissing me quickly before watching me pleasure myself under his hold. Fuck, this felt so intimate and raw. He was breathing harshly, fanning over my face as his eyes fixated on my hand, forehead resting against mine as he bent down slightly to reach my level. My head dropped back slightly, comfortable in his hold as I let out a soft moan. I watched as Ron’s eyes closed, stepping closer to me as the movement of my hand against myself brushed again and again against his hardened cock. Swaying from the alcohol, we fell back into the door and cupboard once again, Captain Speirs moving down to kiss me as my movement quickened against myself. “Sir.” I panted out. “Yeah, keep going.” He hushed against my mouth, licking over my lips seductively before he pushed it into my mouth. I moaned into the deepening kiss, louder now as one of his hands moved between us, onto his crotch and gripped himself desperately. Oh god, I never thought I’d be able to see my Captain like this and it was too good. Too fucking good. His hand held my head up, making direct eye contact with me as his brows furrowed, jaw falling the slightest bit slack as I moved up to kiss his plump lips. His hand now, swatted mine away from myself, taking over my movements as I almost cried out at the sensation of his rough fingers on my clit. “Oh my god.” I gripped him close for support, fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt. His movements increased, spreading my wetness around my pussy as he groaned into the side of my ear almost desperately. “Feels so good.” I choked out, “yeah? Let me hear you.” He dirtily spoke, other hand moving down to clutch at my ass, whilst his finger moved down to push inside my tight hole. I hadn’t been touched by anybody in so long, not even myself, so I was a little rusty, but I was so wet that I didn’t think I would even notice. “Oh god.” I vocally whined out, mouth open as I closed my eyes, resting my head back on the wall behind me. Ron craned his neck, catching my lips, cheek and jaw once again with his mouth as I bathed in the attention he was giving me. I had to physically hold onto him for support, pulling him closer into me by the shirt as he kissed me deeper and deeper. Everything was so in the moment, I barely had time to think, all I knew was that I wanted this so bad and he was the same.

One handed, Ron was fumbling with the top buttons on my dress, impressively freeing me of my uniform as I slid it down off my body, leaving me in just my bra. That was the next thing to go, Captain Speirs pulled his finger out of me gently and held it up to my lips, pushing it between them as I sucked him clean, staring up to him with a dazed look. “So gorgeous.” He muttered, before trailing his finger over my lips, mesmerised by the sight of me. It was the first moment of somewhat calmness between the two of us, I felt butterflies emerge in my stomach, and I was left panting softly when he dragged his fingers over my shoulders, down past my neck and to unhook my bra. There I was, completely naked in front of my Captain, who I’d listened to orders from for years. I’d watched him from a distance, admired him, I’d been scared of him. Now I was stood completely vulnerable in front of him.

A nervous kind of smile grew on my face as I covered my chest with my arms. Whilst I had no doubt about my body or breast region, I felt a little shy, watching him reach over and take a swig of the bottle before lifting it up to my lips. His eyes roamed over me, the thick liquid passing my lips and down my throat before he attached his lips back onto mine again. For a moment, his hands remained on the smooth of my waist, running them over my bare skin as I sighed into the kiss, feeling him grope over the swell of my tits. Ron had moved down, wine stained lips licking and sucking over the sensitivity of my nipples as I gasped in pleasure. As he knelt down further, I felt as though my previous fantasy was coming to life, watching him kiss over my stomach and hip bones, over my pubic bone and finally over my aching core. I stumbled back again, this time into the cabinet, his lips attached to my clit as he licked and suckled, the wet noises turning me on further as a prolonged moan left my mouth. Finally. It was even better than I expected, the warmth of his mouth felt too good as my hands ran through his hair, fingers tugging on the end of the dishevelled mop. As his pace picked up, my moans did too. I was being extremely vocal, pushing him on as my head dropped back, back arching whilst my hand attempted to grip the cabinet behind me for support. In doing so, I knocked a few picture frames and belongings off in the process- but this didn’t stop either of us. The chaotic pleasure only spiralled me further towards my orgasm. “You gonna cum for me?” He hushed against my pussy, my mind swindling at his dirty talk. “Yeah.” I whined. “Yeah?” His voice vibrated against my as I felt the tension become tighter and tighter in my lower stomach. “Oh fuck.” I cursed out, choking out a cry as I balled my fist into his hair. “Keep going, keep going.” I begged, too caught up in the moment to realise how harsh my hold was. Captain Speirs literally moaned against my pussy, causing me to come crashing down into my orgasm as the coil in my stomach exploded. I was a jittering, moaning mess, the man below me still licking and slurping up my wetness as my hand quickly loosened on his hair. My breathing eased and moans lowered as I came over my orgasm, stunned that I had even got to that point. Smoothing my fingers over the area I was tugging, Ron jumped up, wiping the back of his mouth that was coated in my juices before he very swiftly hooked me in for another kiss.

My hands roamed all over him, hooking my fingers over his already undone shirt, I began pulling at the buttons as quickly as possible as Ron worked on unbuckling his belt. The sight and sound made me blush furiously, my used pussy already throbbing for a second orgasm. I’d pushed his shirt off him, exposing his toned chest and abdomen. Never had I ever been with a man so chiselled before, I didn’t know where to look, my hands ran over his stomach, all the way down to the snail trail that started just under his navel. I pushed on his pants, letting out a soft hum of amusement as I bit down on my lip, freeing his very large member from his pants and underpants. Fuck- he was big as well, just how I expected. I didn’t want to stare too much, I wanted to drop down on my knees desperately, but Ron had other plans. He’d hooked me up by the thighs, easily, as my legs wrapped around his waist, sinking deeper into the kiss whilst my fingers roamed down to his hardened cock. “Mmm, please.” I whispered, rubbing his tip against my pussy as he grunted against my mouth, bucking his hips up towards me. Carefully, I directed him into my entrance, opening my eyes as I looked directly back to him now. As he entered me, Ron’s mouth dropped in pleasure, before tensing as he swallowed, letting out a satisfied moan through his teeth. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen or heard, he was the hottest thing I’d ever seen or heard. His hands gripped onto my ass and thighs for support, holding me upright as he began lifting me up and down on him slowly. Fuck, it felt so good, there was a slight burn from the stretch of my tightness, but Ron Speirs definitely knew how to get a girl ready for him. The sounds of heavy breathing and my wetness filled the room and I watched back into Ron’s eyes, feeling his fingers grip tighter into my flesh as he readjusted, holding me up now with one arm as he snatched the red wine with the other, carrying me towards the bed. He eased me down onto the plush bed, my legs lifting as I sighed, seductively turning to the side as he used one hand to turn my face back towards him. I smiled gently, running a hand over my core as his eyes trailed down, watching me then take hold of his cock, lubricated from my own wetness and his precum as I stroked over him. It didn’t even strike me that we weren’t using a condom until that moment, but my inhibitions were too slow to care. Watching his reaction, I became infatuated by the beauty of his face, only pausing when he tipped more red wine in my mouth, the last drops of the bottle spilling out over my cheeks as he dropped the now empty bottle onto the bed, wiping at my face quickly as I giggled, edging his cock back inside of me.

Hungrily, Ron kissed at my lips, licking the red wine from them before we began making out again, his thrusts becoming small yet fast, the perfect combination to pleasure me. His movements became more dominating, more rough as my nails dug into his back. The hornier I grew the more confidence I had. “Feels so good.” I whispered, kissing at the skin between his neck and shoulder. Ron groaned into my ear, digging his hips further into mine as I let out a pleasured yelp. “Fuck!” I flattened my palms on his back as his movements became animalistic. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone speak- god he was too good, he was fucking into me at a pace I don’t know how he kept up with. His strength was undeniable, and I wanted the sensation of him dominating me more.

“Oh god.” He grunted, slowing his pace before pushing himself up with both his hands so he could rest on his knees. I assumed he’d slowed the pace down in order not to cum so quick, which some how made everything ten times hotter. Exhaling out slowly, Ron’s hands ran over my chest and breasts, squeezing and admiring them. Slowly, I grazed my hand over his, pulling his hand up to my neck as he grazed over the sensitive area. I watched through my eyelashes as his hand wrapped gently around my neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as his hips drew back and thrusted back into me roughly. The sensation of his cock hitting my G-spot mixed with his hand around my neck had me moaning and writhing more than ever, rolling my hips against his own. “Keep doing that.” Ron grunted out, my hips bucking up against his as I maintained eye contact. “Please, please.” I wasn’t begging for anything in particular, I just needed him in more ways than I could process. “Fuck.” He cursed quietly, eyes closed briefly before snapping back open to watch over me again. Soon, he caught his rhythm again, snapping his hips into mine as I grasped hold of his hand around my neck, tightening his grasp.

“You’re so good aren’t you? You’re so good.” He grumbled, falling against my chest again, kissing me hungrily as his grip on my neck loosened, instead coming to wrap under my head and hold me close up to him. “Yes.” I choked out. “Yeah, who?” “Yes, sir.” I responded submissively, Ron kissed at my jaw, grunting with each thrust as he lifted my legs higher. I didn’t think it was possible to cum again, especially not after having a drink, but there was something about Ron Speirs that was overwhelmingly amazing. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was so amazing. I was breathless, limbs aching as Ron pushed himself up again. His dog tags were dangling down in front of my as my hands hooked around them, in complete awe at the pleasure he gave me. “Are you gonna cum for me?” I borderline flirted, almost teasing and tormenting as he panted out a quick moan, head dropping as he focused on chasing his please. “Yeah-“ his voice was strained as I hummed, my other hand resting just above his ass as he seemed to hold his breath, body tending and shaking as he thrusted into me for a few moments longer. Never had I seen a man so vocal, he was moaning, grunting and panting above me, it was a sight like no other. The red wine was still circulating around my body, my chest flushed and sending a red hot lust through my bloodstream. The only remedy for it was Ron Speirs. Quickly, Ron pulled out, jerking himself off with a second strained curse, spurts of his cum squirting onto my stomach, and over my chest as he released with a satisfied groan. His hand rested on my knee as he came down from his high, dropping besides me and pressing a kiss upon my cheek and lips tenderly.

Only after regaining our breaths and turning over to glance at him, did I realise what I had just done. I’d just had sex with Captain Speirs, fuck, he was in charge of Easy and if it got around that he or I had slept together it could cause such a greater issue. Part of me was freaked, the other have shrugged it off, seeing as he’d wrapped an arm over my chest comfortably.

With the help of the wine in my system, I’d managed to feel comfortable in his arms, attempting not to think about anything else in that moment except how good the sex was and how stupidly comfortable I was cuddling with him after… Oops.

#Band of brothers x reader #Ron Speirs x reader #Ron Speirs smut #Band of brothers smut

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Ron Speirs x Fem reader.

Part 2 - the link for part 1 will be linked at the end :)

I’m not sure how many parts this will have, I’m just really in the mood to write about Speirs and this specific scenario! I’ve chosen to give fem reader a name of Jenny, idk why I just watched Forest Gump and it sprung to mind hahaha. but anyway, tw, mentions of sex, sexual references and tension, swearing, drinking, oral, fraternising in the army (big nono) and a little mention of reader feeling sad/ worried…

May 16th 1945, Zell am See, Austria:

Austria was beautiful, it was scenic and relaxing. The harrowing trauma’s of war was now a sour, lingering memory that none of us could quite shake. Germany and here were the closest we’d been to home in a long time, so on my days off I’d tried to make the most of what relaxation was again. When my mind wasn’t so plagued with the horrors of war, and I wasn’t treating the few injuries there was out here, there was something else, much more personal, filling my mind. And that of course was Captain Ronald Speirs.

Ever since our encounter in Germany, I’d avoided him at all costs, our interactions were slim to none. Well, I say that, but the lingering eye contact and shared glimpses across the room became a lot more prominent in the week since we’d slept together. I worried that he wouldn’t want to look or speak to me, that I was just some drunken fun, which I understood, that didn’t hurt my feelings. But the thought of him not wanting to speak to me or interact with me made me overwhelmingly anxious every time I was in a room with him. “Why do we even need anymore of these patrols anyway?” Betty muttered, trailing behind me as I chewed on the inside of my cheek worriedly. “Cos we’re an occupational force now, be lucky we’re not actually the ones patrolling, they coulda’ easily put us back treatin’ all those poor souls in the camps.” I shuddered at Helen’s worlds, the thought of heading back to those camps was enough to set me into a raging fit of horror. There was six of us army nurses left, Elizabeth was taken off the line due to a bad wound to her left leg, and Alice, my closest friend, was killed back in Bastogne.

“Mmmmh, yeah, I suppose.” Betty uneasily replied, my feet kicking on the grassy floor with a firm pout spread across my face. “What’s up with you?” Mary, the chief nurse then nudged up besides me. My head snapped up, shaking out of my moody daze. “Just wonderin’ what they’re gonna tell us in here.” I chewed on my lip. It wasn’t particularly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth as well. “Oh, you know, the same old.” She squeezed my arm out of a small gesture of support. Oh, if only she knew the truth. She’d be slapping the back of my hands. The only person I’d 10000% trust with this news was Alice, she’d tell me exactly what to do, but she wasn’t here. “Fun.” I forced a half arsed smile, the six of us scrambling inside and joining our platoons. I was now the sole nurse for second platoon, whilst that didn’t mean much now, back after Bastogne and in Haguenau, the pressure I felt couldn’t have been any worse. What was even more fun, was when I walked in, I realised we were being briefed by Speirs, our commanding officer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My face was as red as it could be, and every time his eyes landed on me I averted my gaze. It wasn’t feelings I harboured, or at least I didn’t think, I just felt insanely awkward and he was so insanely attractive. Flashbacks filled my mind of when we slept together, the way he was kissing me, how he was holding my face. Oh my god, my stomach would fill with butterflies each and every time. I’d then feel guilty for allowing such dirty thoughts and images to fill my mind, especially in a room of people, but I couldn’t help it. “You’re quiet.” Joe Liebgott nudged me, again, startling me out of my daydream. “Uh?” I answered a little too loud causing a few people to glimpse at me. Oops. “Oh, I’m just listening.” I whispered, hearing Joe attempt to hold back a snort of laughter at my lie. The moment of complete serious had me holding back laughter as a soft giggle escaped my lips, my hand moving up to stop me from giggling further. Worst of all, when I looked up to see if anybody had noticed, I made direct eye contact with Captain Speirs. That was the only thing that could destroy my laughter quicker than it started. His brows almost twitched at my laughter, but he was quick to divert his attention elsewhere. Great, now he probably thinks I was laughing at him. “Don’t.” I whispered, nudging Joe in a fake annoyance for setting me off.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He muttered back as I flashed him another amused smirk before turning back to the front. Eye contact with Speirs, again. Fuck. My face twitched out of awkwardness before turning back to my lap. “You’re making me laugh.” I uttered out, avoiding looking at the boy next to me who would make me cackle. “Not my problem…”

The meeting was soon dismissed a few minutes later, and I was relieved to get out of there, ready to scurry off until the request of my name almost made me jump out of my skin.

“Uh, Nurse Carmine, would you stay back for a minute, ma’m?” It was Captain Speirs. Joe nudged my arm in a way to say ‘good luck’ before he left with the rest of the men and women. “Yes, sir.” I politely responded, lingering on the edge of the table as he didn’t wait for the last people to exit the room. I don’t know what came over me, but the urge to laugh and smile was too strong. I grimaced my smile back, desperate to not burst out in nervous giggles. “Are you okay?” He asked unexpectedly, my head lifted to see him standing right there in front of me. Ugh, why did he have to be all handsome and brooding. “Yeah, I’m good, sir. Are you?” Again, I remained as polite as possible, acting oblivious to what happened between us the other week. Maybe if I act like nothing happened, then I could actually act somewhat less awkward around him. “Yeah.” He breathed out, moving a little closer which made my breath audibly hitch. He gave me a funny look before grabbing some papers and handing them directly to me. “Oh.” I awkwardly spoke, “these are yours, and I wanted to ask if you’d fill in instead of Nurse Johnson tonight? If I’m honest we need someone with a little more experience.” He looked directly into my eyes when he spoke to me, it was more than I could do, hell. “Oh, okay. Is there something bad planned tonight?” I gently asked, my hands gripping on the table besides me. Ron’s eyes slightly glanced down me, and I didn’t know if it was intentional or if I’d made it up in my head, but it still somehow turned me on stupidly fast.

“No, but it’s a Saturday night.” He inhaled. “Men are getting rowdy and there’s too much alcohol loose, I’ll give you all of next weekend off in return?” A smile once again grew on my face. “Sure- I mean, thank you sir.” I corrected as he flashed me a small smile. “I’ll see you tonight at 10, checkpoint is same as always.”

Nine hours and lots of pacing later, I was stood with the rest of the men gathered for the patrol. I didn’t really like being the only girl, I liked my girl company, but three years in the military really strips that away from you. It turns out Captain Speirs was right, as always, there was plenty of drunken men coming in with the most stupid accidents until the early hours of the morning. It was safe to say I was exhausted by the end of it, luckily none of the casualties were fatal, Spina and I had done a good job of patching the men up and I was pretty proud of the two of us.

I’d taken a shower before leaving that night, just as I’d gotten all ready for bed, I’d remembered I’d left my bag in the field hospital. God knows who could’ve snuck into the tent at anytime, so I had to rush back out in the darkness, alone to retrieve my things. I was dressed simply in my small night gown, with a large jumper hugging around me for protection against the nippy air of the cool Austrian night.

Rummaging around, I was relieved to find my bag exactly where I left it, nothing had been looted or moved but- “oh my god!” I was startled to the core when a figure snuck into the tent besides me. Spinning around defensively, I noticed it was only Captain Speirs with a stunned expression on his face. “Why are you still in here?!” Once he seemed to calm from his shock, he questioned me, walking over to where I was stood. “I left my bag, I-I had to run out to get it.” The hand on his gun fell when he realised it was only me. I was a little stunned by the fright in his voice, but I figured after being on edge for years, it was hard to rid the feeling. I knew it all too well. “I thought you were-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head. “I thought you were a Kraut.” When I least expected it, a soft laugh escaped his lips. My mouth was still hung slightly agape, a borderline forced giggle left my mouth. “Do I look like a Kraut?” I very slowly asked, a hint of playfulness covering my voice as I stepped closer towards the exit, and therefore closer to him. “In the dark, maybe.” He muttered out, clearly joking. “Well I’m offended.” I giggled, twisting my hands together as I glanced back down to them. “You shouldn’t be.” He muttered, as I felt him stepping a little closer to me. Instantly, I felt like I was on fire, I swallowed the anxious lump in my throat, nerves making me fidgety, as when I looked up he was a lot closer to me now. “I shouldn’t?” My gaze roamed over his face, tilting my chin up so I could face him better now. Ron shook his head as I held my breath, anticipating whatever the fuck was about to happen between us. “Thank you for doing this tonight.” A shy smile grew on my face as I shrugged, “it’s fine, honestly. Wasn’t that bad.” The way I was gazing up to him must’ve practically been oozing desperation, I hoped he got the hint, because I could feel myself getting more hot and bothered. There was so much tension between us, lingering around in the darkness, and whatever I was overthinking before suddenly seemed unimportant when he was stood there looking so handsome. Ron stepped closer, head dropping down to my level as he gently lifted a hand up to my hip, leaning down to kiss me slowly, yet deeply.

God, the action was so smooth, he had me melting into him within an instant. The kiss was a lot less of a mess compared to the last drunken one, I hadn’t kissed somebody sober in years, so it almost felt foreign to me.

I hope I hadn’t forgotten how to kiss, oh my god. A singular hand resting on the back of my damp hair, made me hum a little against his lips. He was such a good kisser, moving his lips against mine slowly. Only when his hands ran down the small of my back, over my hips and back up to my waist did I doubt what I was doing.

“Captain Speirs, sir, I-“ I jumped back, pulling off from the kiss as both our hands remained on one another. “Mmh?” He genuinely seemed confused, concerned, it gave an innocent kinda look to him. “What’s wrong?” He then panicked, hands sliding off me as I glanced around the empty tent, lost on what to say. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ he began to step away, but I prevented him when my hand landed on his shoulder.

“Wait-“ I whispered, moving back up to kiss him once more. We shared a few small kisses, borderline pecks, until the kiss became passionate once again. “Are you okay?” He asked, once again, I found it a little funny, him striking up a conversation in the middle of this. We’d spoken more in the past 2 minutes than we ever had. “Yeah.” I muttered against his lips, nodding into the kiss as I felt myself stumbling backwards, back pressing against the edge of the table top. Pulling me upwards, and into his body, Speirs rested a hand on my lower back and I could slowly feel my inhibitions becoming none existent as I continued to make out with my commanding officer.

All worrying thoughts aside, it actually felt dirty and fun, like a little secret- our secret. And that turned me on. The way Speirs’s manhood was already hardening for me after just kissing, I questioned if he’d been feeling like this about me all day? I had flashbacks to when I last had his cock inside of me, I began needing that so desperately again. Before I could register it fully, my hand was pushed down his pants, stroking over his erection as he panted slowly against the kiss. No words were spoken as I pulled him out of the confinements of his uniform trousers, sinking down to my knees to perform oral sex on him.

I enjoyed myself, my skills from years ago came back from muscle memory, and the sight of Speirs trying to stay quiet was overwhelmingly sexy. My head was bobbing at a fast rate, Speirs was tense and held the back of my head, taking deep breaths to prevent any moans or groans escaping his mouth. With a quick tap on the hand, I pulled off and his hand wrapped over mine, over his cock as he very quickly reached his peak and came into his hand with a shudder and a slight groan.

Slightly proud, and extremely turned on, I stood up, smiling up to the breathless man. His attention quickly turned up to me as I smiled softly. “Oh, tissues.” I quickly remembered, feeling a little awkward before retrieving them so he could clean up the mess and dispose of the tissues after. Once Speirs had tucked himself back in his pants and semi tidied himself up I felt a little awkward, knowing I probably should leave to avoid being caught by any nursing staff coming in to start their early shifts. “I gotta go.” I whispered, watching him tucking his shirt back into his uniform trousers. “Leave after me, people will see.” I informed him, his hand stroking over my hand, dropping it when I’d headed off out of the tent with a slight bounce in my walk. Holy fucking shit- how and why had that just happened, if I was in a torn mindset about it before, now how was I supposed to feel?!

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heres the link for part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bellewintersroe/714865960607236096/i-dont-think-hitler-would-mind-us-staying-here?source=share

part 3 should be more interesting than this, this is just a little filler chapter.

#Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers smut #Ron Speirs x reader #Ron Speirs smut x reader #Speirs x reader

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Ron Speirs x reader

Part 4!! Part 3 is linked here. This whole series is just smut central, so yeah you already know to expect 18+ content below the cut 😈

Jenny finds herself deeper into Ron Speirs than what she originally believed. After two weeks more had passed, they’re sneaking around has become more frequent. But things are starting to change, the dynamic isn’t what Jenny originally thought. This was meant to be angst but it turned into smut, sorry- the next chapter will be angst I PROMISE.

May 30th, 1945:

The days in Austria as an occupational force were spent drinking, doing the occasional patrol, and your CO’s finding you odd jobs to prevent you from turning into a nut case. It all sounds very uninteresting, unless you had a tall, broodingly handsome commanding officer as a distraction from it all.

In the weeks I’d known Ron they were filled with the most dirtiest sex I’d ever had. He was rough, he had stamina like no other and he actually knew how to satisfy a woman. Our hook ups were still kept on the down low, taking place almost anywhere and anytime apart from either of our bedrooms. The level of intimacy was yet to upgrade into there, for a reason I wasn’t too sure about.

Most of the time we’d do our business and move onto wherever else we needed to be. The conversations had been sparse, and after he’d leave I found myself longing for more from him. I knew it wasn’t a good sign, and I should’ve checked myself out of the situation, but he was Ron Speirs- I was so deeply attracted to him that even if I tried I couldn’t stop myself lingering towards him. His kisses were always so deep and passionate, and he’d never without fail make me cum before he did himself. The one time he’d finished before I did he’d apologised and then progressed to perform the best oral sex on me I’d ever experienced. God, the highs with Speirs was unbeatable, what I’d do to have ten more minutes with him right n-

“Battalion HQ won’t accept them cos they’re all scrunched up. God knows what you’re doing in your free time for them to look like this.” A hand splattered down a pile of half messed up papers, my eyes widened at the sight knowing exactly why they were that way. Nixon stood above me with a playful expression on his face, he looked borderline smug at his joke. “Not what you’re thinkin’, Nix.” My eyes narrowed, pulling the papers back towards me. They were the reports from all the men’s physical examinations, the time when Ron screwed me on my desk. On the papers…

“They want you to write them out again, sorry I know, massively annoying, but you know how much of a buzzkill they all are up there.” A smile grew to my face at Lew’s general distaste for many things in life. Many could view him as a pessimist, but he just had a super good sense of humour. Well, most of the time. “It’s fine, Lew. I’ll get them done in the next hour.” My hands reached out to grab the messed up papers. They weren’t that bad, HQ just had to be annoying, didn’t they? Whilst many of the other nurses were out enjoying the beginning of an Austrian summer, Mary and I were cooped up inside, finishing papers, studying or, examining men. It was my job, I wasn’t complaining but I just suffered a mass case of FOMO.

The door swung open again, Captain Speirs, as expected, 1600 hours, sharp. My gaze averted from Lewis to my CO, lips tugging in the corners. “Afternoon, sir.” I greeted once Mary and Lewis had said their greetings. “Afternoon.” He nodded in my direction, eyes dropping down to the papers in front of me. With one quick glimpse he shot me a funny look before turning back to Nixon, with news about war in the Pacific. I wondered if he recognised the papers? Or if he’d even noticed at the time what we’d done, probably not/m- but Ron always recognised detail, that’s something I’d grown to learn about him. The memory of these papers was still raw on my mind, I hoped the same for him. After another 45 minutes or so, Lewis had left and there was just the three of us filling in our work in silence. I was growing increasingly frustrated, not because of the papers, but how much I couldn’t stop thinking about Speirs moving across his desk and over to mine and messing them up all over again. If we were sat next to one another I could’ve easily slipped my hand under the table and teased him through his uniform trousers. My legs were tensing and I found myself crossing them to rid some of the tension I needed. It only provided me with the smallest amount of friction, but at least it was something. Sighing, I continued writing out the last of my papers, seeing there was about four more to go. “I’ve finished, thank god!” Mary then cried out causing me to jump slightly as I looked back over to her in jealousy. “You better be done soon.” She pointed to me. “Thank you, sir.” With a firm salute, she exited the room all together, the door gently closing behind her. I watched as she made her way down the hallway and vanished, before reappearing walking past the slit in half open curtain, all giddy and happy to be done. With just the two of us there grew a new found tension. It’s as though we expected this to happen, being alone was rare, so I’d take anything I could get. My desk was open at the bottom, facing across from where Ron was. My eyes lingered over the focused man once before dropping my legs slightly forwards, nudging my feet together and dragging one foot over the other. My movements caused his writing to still as he glanced up, to which I looked away teasingly. I hadn’t done any paper work for the past 5 minutes, I was in my own world, when Ron finally said something. “Aren’t you supposed to be writing?” Aren't you supposed to be fucking me already.

“Mmmmh, yes sir but I can’t focus.” I stared directly at the ink I dripped back into the pot. “Well, you don’t look like you have much more to go. Keep writing.” He instructed as I pursed my lips, biting the inside of my cheek as I reluctantly went back to doing my work. I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes into my legs, my bare legs. I wasn’t wearing any stocking or tights, I opted out seeing as it was hot today. Maybe he was wondering what else I wasn’t wearing? Sighing again, I began scribbling down the numbers, copying them from the other sheets without fault. There was a movement across from me, Speirs had stood up now, lowering the blinds from behind him to close fully, before making his way over to the door and pulling the blind shut on there. I remained unfocused on my work, watching him when his back was turned to me, when he did make his way over I squeezed my legs together once again and dropped my head back down to conceal my smile. “Keep writing- there was a glare, that’s all.” He’d closed the blinds behind me, slowly. Painfully slowly. It’s like he was watching over what I was doing, and when he stalked up behind me I felt his hand slip onto the back of my chair. “You’ve got through that quick enough.” He pointed out as I dropped my pen. “I’m on my last two.” Gazing up to him, I could tell there was an ulterior motive behind his eyes. ‘There was a glare’, okay Ron. “Good, keep going with them.” He instructed as I awkwardly moved back up to reach for my pen. As I did, I felt his hand smooth over the inner of my shoulder, thumb brushing over my bare skin as my eyes closed and I inhaled, taking in the relief of his touch. I had my white nursing dress on, better fit for this weather than the wool of my blue uniform or the khaki ones. It was thin, floaty, I much preferred it, but it meant now Ron’s touch was something I was even more sensitive to.

As his hands glided back and fourth over my shoulders, he began to slip them down to undo the top buttons on my dress. My focus was out of the window now. “Why did you stop?” Ron’s movements fell flat, waiting for me to resume my work. Oh, so he wants to play that game. Slowly, I picked my pen back up again, dipping it in the ink and cautiously writing out the numbers and names. Shit- I couldn’t write when his hands were now unbuttoning more of my dress. One of his hands snuck down the shirt part of my dress, groping at my tits, squeezing and rolling his thumb over the softness of the exposed skin. My jaw clenched, hesitating to write the next number as he nudged the fabric of my lace bralet out of the way.

Now, he took his fingers, brushing it over the sensitivity of my nipple. This really got me aching for him, shivers ran down my spine as I exhaled out, my legs pushing together as I circled my hips by habit. Ron’s fingers nipped ever so gently over my nipple, before moving onto the next one. Oh god. In order to impress him in this game he had going on, I continued writing as hard as it was. The way his fingers were pinching and stroking over my nipples, grabbing handfuls like he couldn’t get enough, it drove me crazy- he drove me crazy. “Can you be good and finish these papers for me?” Leaning closer, he crouched down to my level, lips dangerously close to my ear. “Yeah.” I sighed out. “No. Yes who?” His words made me want to moan out loud there and then. “Yes, Captain Speirs.” He pressed a kiss as a rewards to my cheek, the writing becoming impossibly difficult when he started kissing at my neck. His fingers moved up to my mouth, indicating he wanted me to wet them as I sucked obediently, humming out a pathetic whine. “Take your panties off.” He muttered, again, I did as I was told and stripped them down, handing them over as he shoved them in his pocket. Oh my fucking god. His fingers were back in my mouth as I sucked obediently, other hand still groping my breast. “When you finish this I’ll give you what you need.” He muttered into my ear, holding my jaw firmly now. “Mmmh, sir-“ I attempted to protest but he left me cold, marching back over to his table. Fuck, what was he doing to me. After the next few minutes had passed, I found myself grinding into my chair, looking him with pitiful eyes as I poured out a moan. When I’d scribbled the rest of the numbers down and added it to the complete pile, I was half expecting him to come storming over. But he didn’t. Sighing, I took my hand down and began hitching up my dress. Speirs too had stopped writing as he watched me with a mesmerised look. The second my fingers touched my dripping core I let out a soft breath in relief. Slowly, I played with myself in front of him. I watched as one of his hands disappeared under the table, only turning me on further. Fuck he was touching himself- and I needed to see. Spreading my legs wider, I slipped in one finger with a moan, my head falling back. The scraping of his chair didn’t stop me, in fact it only made me want to carry on. Retrieving me, he literally picked me up and set me back down on his lap, behind his desk, ass on his bulging crotch as he propped up my legs, forcing my shoes off as I spread them, feet on either of his knees. “Show me what you were doing.” He instructed, one hand planted firmly over my tit, the other hooked around my waist as his chin rested on my shoulder. I let out a shy giggle as he kissed me jaw tenderly. “Show me, Jenny.” Oh fuck. The first time he’d used my name, and it sounded so good coming from his lips. His larger hand smoothed over mine, brushing it down my body and guiding me to touch myself once again. Slowly, my movements returned, aided with his hand as he watched. My hips ground back against his, ass digging further into his cock. “Grind like that back into me. Good girl.” He hummed as I let out a gentle moan, head dropping back against his as he nuzzled his face against me closer.

His hand continued pushing mine to rub over myself, before leaving me to my own work and instead gripping my hip and guiding me into him. As my pleasure increased, I could feel Ron pushing himself up into me, borderline dry humping me as I panted out, keeping my whines to a minimum seeing as we weren’t exactly in private.

“Sir, I’m gon-“

“Ron.” He corrected, strained as I felt a twinge in my heart. “What?” I whispered as he breathlessly shuddered out, “call me Ron.” The somewhat vulnerability of his tone made me cry out gently as the coil in my stomach became tighter and tighter. Just as I was about to release, Ron let out a shuddered groan, his body jittering as my eyes widened realising what had happened. Before I could process, I was tipping over the edge, gripping his hand tighter and tighter. a

“Ron.” I gasped out, voice strained until I felt my pleasure become overwhelming and I came crashing down into a leg shaking orgasm. I was a panting and jittering mess by the end of it. Fuck, it was good, he was so good, and I couldn’t quite believe it when I realised I’d made him finish inside of his pants.

I let out a hum, attempting to move but Ron tugged me back in, sighing against my shoulder as he nested his face close to mine. For a second I didn’t know how to act, he was physically cuddling me. My hand smoothed over his arm, relaxed and satisfied by the position. My feet had fallen from his his knees now, resting close together due to the sensitivity between my legs.

“Did you finish the papers?” Ron was the first to speak, thumb grazing over my hip as I hummed. “Yeah.” I whispered. “Sorry, I distracted you.” The softness of his words were making my stomach erupt with butterflies, my chest was on fire yet I felt so at ease in his arms. Panicking, I realised my feelings for Ron were a lot stronger than I initially realised. Fuckkkk.

“It’s okay… it was worth it.” I gently smiled hearing him let out a gentle laugh. Deciding to push myself off, his hand was cautious to gaze off me as he was looking at me with a funny kinda expression, hand covering the stain he’d made in his trousers.

“What?” I whispered, brows raising a little as I pulled my bra back over my tits and slowly redid the buttons on my top. “Nothin’.” Ron shook his head as I shot him another smile before turning back down to my dress. “Just your dress..” he muttered out, in a low muffled kinda tone as I smoothed my hands over it worriedly. “What’s wrong with it?”

“No, it looks good. That’s all.”

“Oh.” Oh. “Thanks.” I shyly smiled, brushing it back down to smooth out the creases. “Um… my underwear.” I awkwardly spoke. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He let out a small laugh, retrieving them from his pocket as I tugged them back on with a giggle.

“Oh, and Jen?” The nickname almost made me throw up from the mixture of emotions. “Yeah?” My voice was light and airy, shocked by his kind words.

“Im kinda gonna need your help with… this.”

“Oh, shit- I mean, sorry yeah.” My face was burning up knowing what he was talking about. The stain on his pants wasn’t easy concealable, I’d had to retrieve him a new pair of trousers from the room he bunked in. He got one of the nicest rooms, of course, but it was astonishing, fit for the needs of a king. I fell asleep that night with more than enough thoughts whirling around in my mind. The nickname he had for me, calling me by my name- asking me to call him his name. It all felt so very intimate and vulnerable. Whilst the sex remained outright dirty, there was a softer edge to Ronald Speirs that I thought I might be becoming to like a little too much…

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Ronald Speirs x reader

Part 3! This should be better than the last part and less of a filler chapter?! I hope anyway.

Anyway, surprise surprise, sorry not sorry, this is smutty asf. Idk what’s wrong with me atm but whatever, I just need to write this whilst I can!!

Tw - 18+, sexual references, sex unprotected AGAIN lmfao, whatever, dirty talk, let’s just see what I end up writing.

Jenny keeps dreaming about Ron, now there’s no distractions with war, she finds the tension between the two of them too much and some how they end up in an office together… talks about fraternising ensue between the pair.

“You’re so good… so fucking good at that.” Ron whined, bucking his hips further up into my own. I was riding him, my hand pressed to his chest as his head dropped back, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing. He was beautiful, so overwhelmingly perfect, and he just oozed sex appeal.

“Keep riding me like that.” A soft spank was left on my ass cheek, my hips quickening their assault and my knees ached for release. “That’s it… cum for me Jenny, cum all over me.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna c-“ gasping, my eyes burst open, scanning around the room wildly. My heart was thumping against my ribcage and my momentary confusion was soon dissolved when I remembered where I was and what had just happened.

A stupid dream, another one. About Ron as well, god, these stupid wet dreams had to stop, what was I, a 14 year old boy?? Glancing around my own room, I was grateful I had my own space, able to not disturb any of the other girls from their slumbers.

As I slumped back down into the bed sheets, I couldn’t help but feel the aching of my core between my legs, sighing, I crossed my legs and attempted to ignore the sensation. I was becoming obsessed with the idea of being around Speirs, I hated it, another few days had passed and I just couldn’t clear my mind of all the nasty thoughts I had about my commanding officer. We could be dishonourably discharged, punished, locked up- even though the war was drawing to an end, the methods of punishment were still severe. My hand didn’t slip anywhere near my underwear this time, I just couldn’t give in to the thought of ruining mine and somebody else’s life. It was easier for me to think that when I wasn’t around him, when he was there, I felt compelled towards him. Fuck.

The following day, I’d spent my day off in the confinements of my bedroom. I’d had a relaxed morning, desperate to avoid the exact same guy I was also desperate to see again. The only time I’d ventured out was to go on a gentle stroll around the lake to meet Betty who would be waiting for me somewhere around the waters edge. It was tranquil, peaceful, I enjoyed myself. That was until I’d bumped into a group of men from a company I didn’t realise. They’d been drinking, and for the most part the majority just smiled and walked past me, but two guys towards the back of the group began nudging one another, sneering towards me. I knew better than to react, so I continued walking past them, praying nothing else would be said until they decided to steer directions and walk up at either side of me. “Hey, pretty, what’s such a nice dame like you doin’ walking all alone?” “I’m meeting somebody.” I politely responded, forcing a smile as I continued my quick pace to my destination. “Oh yeah, who? Your boyfriend?” The other one responded as I simply forced an awkward laugh. “Shut up, Frank, she’s obviously not taken if she’s walkin’ around here alone.” “Uh- I actually am.” I lied, crossing my arms over my chest defensively as I waited for my answer to get rid of them. “Oh, really? What’s his name?” “Where is he?” I winced at their questions, ignoring them again and continuing to walk forwards. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the interaction, especially with both of them being on either side of me. “You don’t speak very much do you?” The one I assumed was called ‘Frank’ questioned, almost stepping in front of me so I had to step around him. That’s where things got weird. Just as I stepped around this ‘Frank’, the other guy stepped straight up behind me, seeming to find it appropriate to place a hand on my lower hip. “Get off me!” I snapped, brushing his hand off and yelping in surprise as I turned around to face the two of them. “Hey!” A third voice erupted, bellowing from across the dusty track. As I turned over, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The moment couldn’t have been any more awkward than if it tried, but of course Speirs had witnessed the whole thing. “Oh great, who is that? Your boyfriend?” The first man leered as I watched Ron practically push straight past the second guy, snatching the other man’s arm. “Touch her again and I’ll break your fuckin’ arm. Both of you what’s your name and company? You’ve got nothing better to do than harass women, huh?” Woah. Even I was intimidated by Ron’s act of dominance. The men learnt the hard way not to mess with me again- or Captain Ronald Speirs. I’d never seen him in such a bad, bad mood and I didn’t know where to look when he and the two men’s commanding officer were practically telling them off like school children. As if the exchange couldn’t get anymore awkward, the men were fully escorted away to be dealt with, both their heads hung sheepishly low. Their commanding officer apologised to me once again before following the disgraced pair with a harsh stomp in his step. “You ok?” I was squinting watching the pair being practically arrested, my face only relaxing when I looked back over to Speirs. He was calm now, he wasn’t all pissed off and protective, even though I found that charming that he’d stand up for me, the way he was so soft now made me feel something deep within my chest. Something other than lust, oh no-

“I��m ok… thank you sir, I should go and find my friend.” “Where are you walking to? I’ll walk with you.” He swallowed as I averted my gaze from his. “To wherever my friend is, sir, Betty’s waiting for me somewhere.” “You don’t have to call me that, you know.” He muttered, beginning to walk besides me as I looked back up to him curiously. “Call you what?” I slowly asked, looking over his jawline that had a slight layer of stubble growing on. The afternoon sun was creating an orange glow across his profile, and I began to find myself admiring him in the most stupidest of moments.

“Just call me Ron.” He gently told me, kicking the dusty dirt below him. His words made me smile, the softness of them surprised me, before I then, of course, panicked that we were suddenly having a one on one conversation. “Okay… S- Ron.” I let out a soft breath of laughter at how normal it felt coming from my mouth. I’d only really called him that once before, and that’s when we slept together in the Eagles Nest. “I’ll have to get used to that.” I admitted. “I think I see your friend.” Ron then responded as I glimpsed up to see Betty waving me over. “Oh, yeah. Thank you for standing up for me earlier, I appreciate it.” Ron’s lips twitched half up as his eyes remained fixated on my own. “You let me know if anybody bothers you again.” Nodding, there was something a lot more innocent about the exchange compared to all the others we had. It felt pure, and it filled me with a sense of warmth. “Thank you, sir.” I quickly spoke, walking backwards, get still facing him. “Ron!” I corrected, before scurrying off to where my friend was.

* ”Then fourteen hundred you can report back to me that it all went smoothly in there.” Winters explained to me as we walked side by side towards battalion headquarters. Winters was busying everybody up, giving them ways to escape the war, whilst half of us nurses had been treat unfairly, he’d managed to get me out of a night shift by going down to a children’s hospital for the morning and visiting there. “Perfect, thank you so much, sir, I appreciate it.” I turned up to the red headed man with a smile on my face. “Good, you’ll be good help in there. It seems slightly more… alive than the night shift does.” “You’ve got a good point there.” I chuckled, entering the building to where a few of the other nurses were gathered around with our superiors. The majority of us had been fixed up with a good reasoning to get us off this unfair treatment, Winters wouldn’t have us being used unfairly.

The only space there was, was besides Captain Speirs at the back, as I walked over I smiled gently, swallowing the lump in my throat at the sight of him. I figured it would be substantially less awkward considering our interaction earlier, I hoped so anyway. Throughout the whole meeting I was only half listening, Ron’s arm would brush up against mine every now and then, and out of the corner of my eye I could see he was so close. If I stepped just the slightest bit closer, we’d be touching, to an outsider it looked normal, but to us it felt like there was something else completely different happening. Maybe that’s what he wanted, to play some kind of game, like cat and mouse. It was dangerous, so risky in a room full of all these people, but I liked the thrill of it. It felt like my breathing was uneasy, I swear he could tell, with one small glance to the side he’d be able to watch over my every movement.

Fidgeting, I moved my hand behind me, to rest on the table, but my fingers had brushed over his warm ones, and if I wasn’t crazy I swear I felt the nudge of his hand against my own. I remained completely still after that, feeling like a prey in that room under a predators beady eyes. Captain Speirs was so close to me, there was barely any room for small movements without grazing over one another. Worst of all, I wanted him to touch me- I wanted to touch him. After all the dreams I’d had about him…

There was a short film to be played, about the army nurses going into Japan. Exactly not what I wanted to think about, the impending threat of war not being over in the pacific somehow seemed even more daunting than everything we’d gone through in Europe. I switched my mind elsewhere, Ron. Avoiding listening to such statements such as ‘suicidal enemy’, I instead glanced down to the darkness that surrounded us in that small room. If he or I were to touch one another, nobody would know. He could probably slip a hand right up my dress and it would all be concealed by the darkness of the room. Sighing, I purposefully inched my hands ever so closer to him. Whilst I didn’t think he noticed, he did rest one hand on the table, the side closest to me. Stopping my movements, I glanced down to my left, making it a little obvious what I was doing. He must’ve noticed, copying my actions and gazing down to where my hand lingered before back up to the short film once again. For a moment, I thought he didn’t like it, so just as I went to retrieve my hand I was shocked when a simple finger ran over mine. A smile grew on my face, it was good it was dark in there because the footage was nothing to be smiling about. I felt his finger tip dance over the skin of my fingers, then my hand, before daring to reach behind me and stop at the tables edge. The small action drove me crazy, I think Ron knew it as well. When the lights were back on both of us acted like nothing had happened, despite the fact I was still breathing in manual mode, I semi ignored him, not knowing what to take from that situation.

Later that afternoon I was doing a few physical exams of the men for their records. I didn’t mind them, they passed time and I usually just got to spend time with the men I’d grew close friends with. It was 7pm, however before I’d got to the last man. “See you later, Alton, can you send in the next guy?” “Sure, I’ll catch you in a bit.” He winked, leaving the room as I ticked off a few more things on the paper before hearing the door shut quickly. “Oh, Captain Speirs, sir.” Scraping back my chair, I moved to stand at attention. “It’s fine.” He was quick to settle the formalities, handing me his papers over. “You’re here for a physical?” I asked dumbfounded as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Yes.” He responded, looking at me like I had two heads. What else would he be hear for? Stupid, stupid.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” I shook out of my awkwardness, glancing down to the papers on the table. “So you passed your physical exam by miles… you feeling okay in general?” My eyes widened seeing his physical scores. He was one of the top men, fastest, strongest- no wonder he was now the commanding officer. Ron nodded with a slight pout. “Okay, good.” I pushed the papers to one side, grabbing the stethoscope from the side. “I’m gonna just listen to you heart and breathing, take some blood and then I’ll start examining, come sit over here.” I nodded as he awkwardly took a seat in front of me. I smiled gently, moving over and pressing the stethoscope on his skin, under a loose gap in his shirt. Everything was fine, heart, lungs, but what I felt more awkward about was telling him to strip. “Um, if you just go behind the curtain and undress for me, same as always.” I avoided all eye contact, pretending to busy myself with a pen that I couldn’t find a home for. When I glanced up I noticed Ron attempting to undo his shirt right in front of me, my eyes widened. “Oh no, sir, you gotta go behind the curtain.” My hand landed on his as our eyes met for a brief few seconds. “Oh, okay.”

Within moments Ron was undressed and I was a blushing mess, of course he had his underwear on, but seeing him like this when we weren’t in a sexual situation made me al flustered. “You can come sit back down.” I watched as he sat back in front of me and I began examining, feeling his glands for any sign of bother, there was nothing.

“How much of this are you gonna do?” Ron then cleared his throat as I looked back up, my hand still rested on his chest. “How do you mean?” “As in… what else do you have to examine.” “oh, nothing private.” I sheepishly spoke. “That’s a man’s job, not mine.” An awkward giggle escaped my lips as I pressed over his chest, feeling for any abnormalities. I’d moved in closer, our knees knocking slightly, as I shuffled in my hair hearing him exhale gently. “You got any more after me?” Ron then questioned, my eyes lifting to really recognise how close we were. “No, you’re my last of the day.” My voice came out, barely a whisper as he nodded, a half smile growing on his face. Bashfully, I fluttered my eyes away, my heart rate taking off at a million miles per hour. Once everything was checked, sight, hearing, breathing- Ron was fine, but I however was left completely flustered, a literal mess, I was overheating as well. “You’re all done, everything’s fine.” My hand ran off his shoulder, standing back up from my chair, to push it back to where I got it from. “It is?” Ron spoke as I nodded. “Perfect, yeah. No surprise you got some of the top scores for your fitness earlier.” Ron sheepishly shrugged it off as I picked on the wooden table nervously as he stood up once again in front of me. “Don’t do that.” He winced, a hand covering mine. My gaze directed straight up to his, head tilting back to fully catch sight of him.

“Sorry.” My voice came out weak, like a whisper. “You said I was your last check up, right?” His voice lowered as I nodded, anticipating where this was going. His hand was still on mine, and we’d began to close the gap between us. “Yeah, last of the day. I got more tomorrow.” I averted my gaze one again, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye as his hand slipped off mine. Without thinking, I chased after it, my hand resting back in his again. “Ron, wait.” I stepped closer, borderline freaking out when I realised what I’d just done. Ron’s brows furrowed slightly, his free hand coming up to caress into my hair and over the side of my neck.

“You should go relax tonight.” He muttered, tracing his fingers across the sensitivity of my scalp. “I’m fine.” I sighed into his touch, hearing him hum out before moving closer to fully end the gap between us. Ron kissed me once sweetly, and again, before I felt myself practically dive on him. Shit, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t get enough of him.

My fingers dug into the bare skin of his back, deepening the kiss as I couldn’t decide whether to yank on his underwear or his body to get even closer to me. The close proximity all day had ruined me, I was already aching desperately over him, and it was so wrong, in a physical exam with one of my superiors. But shit, I couldn’t help it. When my hands fell to his underwear, pushing on the band, he borderline pushed me back onto the desk, body toppling onto mine whilst pushing up my skirt. “I need you.” I admitted. “I just need you to fuck me.” The words came out bolder than what I expected. His fingers snapped at my underwear, stretching them down as he kicked at his fingers, lubricating my aching pussy before I pulled him by the ass into me. From the lack of foreplay I was still a little tight, but god I needed more of him, the second he entered me I let out a relieved sigh, feeling his arms wrap around my body to pull me close. His thrusts began, quick and harsh, filling me up in the way I’d needed. The sexual tension between us couldn’t be contained, and it always came to this in the most sneakiest of times. “Fuck me, sir.” I sighed out, keeping my voice on the low seeing as there was most likely people outside the door. Ron huffed with each thrust as he fucked into me, making the the table jump and move with each pump. He took a few harsh, slow thrusts, before giving it to me exactly how I wanted. One of his hands guided down to my clit, rubbing fast circles over my core as I covered my mouth with one hand.

Ron, knocked this hand away with his chin, attaching his lips onto mine as he groaned into the kiss causing me to scratch at his back harshly. “Please, please- like that, I’ve needed you so bad.” I admitted as he panted out, quickening his pace as he was encouraged by my words.

“Can’t stop thinking about you- about this.” He whispered back, grinding his hips right up to mine now as I let out a yelp maybe a little too loud. His words went straight to my chest, a warm swell filled me up and it caused me to scratch at his back more, Ron letting out a growl at the sensation.

It wasn’t long before I came crashing over the edge, babbling away as Ron moaned into my ear. “Cum all over me, fuck, that’s it.” He growled, biting down on my shoulder as his movements became choppy and strained. “Fuck.” “Cum for me, sir, fuck, I want it so bad.” With one last whimper from me, Ron pulled out and unloaded his seed onto my thighs, his high following mine shortly after as we both laid there breathing heavily. He was collapsed onto me, his cum rubbing up all over us uncomfortably. Grimacing, I glanced down as he followed my eyes. “Oh.” With that he was yanking tissues out of the box, wiping me clean before he did himself. I sat up on the table, still coming down from my high as Ron turned back to me, reaching forwards to do up my buttons. “So, is this becoming a regular thing now?” He practically smirked as my eyebrows raised. “I don’t know is it?” I straight up asked.

“Well… seems like it.” He muttered as he pulled his underwear back up, my eyes averting from his still evidently hard bulge. The white briefs didn’t do much to conceal anything, let alone something that bi- “shouldn’t we be more… careful?” “what d’ya mean?” He dumbly asked as I snatched my underwear back off the floor, pulling them back up. “I mean… you know, careful. If somebody finds out we’re both done for.” Ron watched me speaking with an unreadable expression. “You’re my commanding officer, I mean.” I mumbled out, shrugging with an awkward kinda chuckle leaving my lips.

Ron cleared his throat and moved around to retrieve his uniform that was discarded on the patient bed. “Yeah, suppose so.” Suppose so? How was he acting so nonchalant about this? His laid back attitude confused me, I’d expected him to be slightly more uptight, concerned, or maybe that was just me deflecting my emotions on him. “We should, I mean.” Ron corrected as I nodded, nudging down my dress to flatten any creases. Once dressed, Ron inhaled sharply like he was about to announce something important, but it fell flat. “Hm?” I frowned, not knowing how to fill the awkward silence. “I’ll see you… on patrol, tomorrow.” He too seemed a little awkward. After the intensity of our love making, our mundane conversations felt weird and unfitting. “Oh, I’m not going. I’m in the hospital tomorrow morning, so… I won’t be there…”

“Really? Forget what I said then.” He shook his head, fastening the last of his buttons on his uniform. He looked so handsome stood there, all tall and brooding, if it wasn’t so goddamn awkward then I would’ve been overjoyed. “I’ll see you later then, sir.” I smiled softly, fixing all the crumpled papers on my desk which we had messed up previously. “See you.” With one last nod of a goodbye, he’d left the room. A good 10 seconds later I’d noticed he’d left his god damn tie. Fuck. I contemplated running up after him, but then I didn’t want to seem desperate if I did so. Maybe he’d come back for it? Or maybe not, it had been too long of me sat there contemplating for him to have remembered. I was overthinking to the next level, so I simply left the tie there on my desk, gathered all my papers and left the office which I probably could never look at the same again. I was in trouble, big trouble- with myself.

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