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💚cast your mutuals as band of brothers characters💚
In no particular order:
@cielie-voss as Don Malarkey (the biggest Hufflepuff vibe. A dork. The trauma. Right up my alley. Deadpan funny. Functional despite everything (how?). Underestimated but could kill you and wouldn't get caught. Kinda reckless. The sweetest soul. Deserves better.)
@itswormtrain as Joe Liebgott (scrappy little bastard. Literally where were you raised (affectionate). Trouble but in an endearing way. Sardonically funny. A tease. Actually hot.)
@gaypiratesandangels as David Webster (I wanna wrap you up in a blanket and mother you. Introvert. Artsy. Film lover. Writer. Well-spoken. Versatile. Kinda 💅🏻.)
@lordndsaviorwinters as Alex Penkala (Token introvert in a trio of extroverts. Actually trouble but no one would believe me. A gentleman. Awkward. Unintentionally funny. Tied to the hip to the following mutual.)
@addiesfairytalebs as Skip Muck (you and Lana come in pack or what. Little shit but actually smooth. Will make everyone feel included. Prettiest smile. Tone the mischief down. Lucky af.)
@iambasilgnome as Joe Toye (Irish queen if I remember correctly. Witty. Cool but in a simple way. High-key badass. Gryffindor but softie.)
@liebgotts-lovergirl as Floyd Talbert (Super easy o talk to. Cheeky. Flirty. A true sweetheart. Loyal to a fault. Probably fit be put in charge but idk if you'd like it.)
@bandofbrothersandsisters as Eugene Roe (Caretaker. Goes unnoticed for absolutely no reason. Self-critical. Mom friend but also let me mother you. Little anxious queen. Cat person.)
@onlyyouexisthere as Richard Winters (glueing this fandom together everyday. Flawless content. Inspiring. Introvert. Idk if you know what's socializing (affectionate).)
@tvserie-s-world as C. Carwood Lipton (down-to-earth. Underrated af. Nourishing this fandom low-key silently. I feel like everyone of us appreciate you endlessly but don't say it a lot. Queen of encouragement.)
@rossmccallsqueen as Harry Welsh (funny. Kind of unhinged. Easy to talk to. Would hang out with you anytime. ENFP vibes even though you might not be.)
@victoryrollsandredlips as Lewis Nixon (so classy. Cultured. Good taste. Probably prone to addiction (yes, media consumption counts). You need to sleep. Very supportive.)
@wwhatev3r as Shifty Powers (Introvert. A joy to have around. Very polite. The few times we interacted I wanted to invite you into my home and give you hot chocolate and cookies. Giving old soul vibes.)
@nandoalonsos as Ronald Speirs (cryptic creature. I like you but you also throw me off. What's your real identity bc I feel like I'll never pin you down. Giving off a super cool vibe tho.)
@iwasathomeintonawanda as Donald Hoobler (sweet and simple in the best way. Giving a "I'm a little awkward irl" vibe. Legally I can and will adopt you. Probably hardworking but also messy. Has the best intentions.)
If we're indeed mutuals and I forgot about you let me know and I'll add you real quick<3.
Summary: Their imminent death brings surprising clarity to both Jyn and Cassian about how they feel about each other. While one of them surrenders to the realization, the other decides to act on it.
Warnings: major character death, wounds and injuries, mild language, blasters, canon compliant (I feel like that should be a warning tbh)
A/N: Recently read the Rogue One novelisation in hopes of finding a little kiss in the elevator scene. I was so disappointed that I wrote it myself. Enjoy?
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Jyn Erso wasn't stupid. She knew they wouldn't make it.
A part of her was made aware of that the moment K2 had shut the vault's gate. Said part kept growing the higher she climbed.
By the time she, through welled up, defiant eyes, saw Cassian Andor holding up a smoky blaster even though he could barely hold himself up on his feet, she knew.
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IM GOING TO HUNT U DOWN FOR THIS YOURE SO WRONG SO SO WRONG FOR COMIBG BACK AFTER A CENTURY OF BEING M.I.A AND HITTING US WITH THIS FIC WITHOUT A PROPER WARNING
I'm trying to finish writing ANY of the Band Of Brothers fics I have sitting in my drafts, but I'm unable to do so bc @lordndsaviorwinters made me rewatch episodes 5,6, and 7 from The Pacific and now I'm thinking about Eddie Hillbilly Jones and Andy Ack Ack Haldane
Request: Can I request an angsty lieb x reader fic in which the reader pushes alley away from the potato masher at crossroads and it hits her instead and like joe is literally dying inside cuz they had been fighting prior to that? Thanks xx
Warnings: warfare, wounds, blood, language, make out session and I think that's all but you tell me
A/N: I'm starting to go overboard with the one-shots but I refuse to make a series out of everything so enjoy this really long Lieb fic <3
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"MEDIC!" The word came out of my lungs taking the form of a terror-filled shriek which made everyone in the barn spin in our direction for a split second before taking action.
Lesniewski, who had opened the door for us, was now rushing our fellow comrades to clear the broad table, along with Strohl.
Alley stayed behind, walking with me and eventually helping me lay Y/n down on the wooden surface as carefully as possible. When Moe looked up, I could see guilt plastered all over his stare.
I would have loved to let him know it wasn't his fault, that Y/n had made the choice to take the hit for him —she really was one of a kind—, that she would have done it a thousand times in a heartbeat for any of us, but when I reached for a bandage to cover my own wound and my eyes laid on the lacerated woman, I could only spare my friend a very unfair resentful glare.
I casted down my head once more, this time due to the hitched breath coming from Y/n. I kneeled down by her side while Roe took a good look at the wounds from across the table.
Her eyes were fixed in an indefinite point above us, a single tear running down the upper part of her cheekbone, washing a string of blood on its way. She did not complain while Doc began to clean her wounds— probably due to the shock, but worthy of admiration nonetheless.
"—Joe!" My head snapped at Winters, who stared at me with a concerned frown. Given the looks of the boys, our Captain had called for me more than once. "I asked if you're able to go back."
"Why wouldn't I?" Winters pretended to overlook the unnecessary bitterness in my tone.
"C'mon, then."
"Yes, Sir." My heart skipped a beat when Y/n's trembling fingers brushed my own bandage, through which the blood was beginning to leak. "I'll be back, ya fuckin' dumbass." I whispered, gently pulling her hand away from my neck.
Thank God the shrapnel hadn't reached her eyes, I thought to myself. They were my favorite thing; I loved getting lost in them, the inherent comfort they offered to anyone, the sparkle of mischief they held when she joked around.
As I raised back to my feet in order to part, I was able to fully appreciate the magnitude of the number the potato masher had done on her. Roe had partially cut off her clothes, and the numerous holes in her body were now visible.
I would never get rid of that sight.
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"If you weren't so far up your ass you'd see—"
"why don't you try and behave civil for once, Liebgott?" She hissed, leaning back as we walked in order for me to hear her low voice.
"You love playin' the bigger person, dontcha?" I sneered, hovering over her from behind without stopping the march, eyes fixed ahead of us. "Little Miss fuckin' Perfect."
She spun around to give me a firm shove, which made me bump into Strohl, who passed us muttering something intelligible. "You're as thick as two short planks and I can't fuckin' stand your pretentious ass." She spat, eyes fiery with rage. "Better like that?"
I didn't even recall how we had gotten there. Something related to a comment I had made about how she was too loud for a scouting mission. It had, like most times, escalated.
Said comment hadn't been meanspirited; on the contrary, what I had intended was to keep Y/n out of it. She had been worn out since Market Garden. I was trying to help her, but she hadn't seen it like that, so there we were, adding fuel to the flames.
"Every word that comes out of your mouth makes my blood boil." I retorted through gritted teeth, suppressing the yells I wanted to shout out.
"You're the most insufferable—"
"Silence! The two of you!" Sergeant Youman scolded us, making our faces turn to him. "You're in the Airborne, not in a school playground." I took in a sharp breath, knowing it was time to keep our mouths shut, as hard as it might be. "Y/l/n, with Alley. Liebgott, with Strohl. Lesniewski, climb that dike, let us know what you see."
"Yes, Sir." Lesniewski whispered, jogging ahead of us to accomplish the task he had been assigned.
I took the chance to overtake Y/n, circling her with my eyes digging on her form. "that's the last time I try to do somethin' nice for ya."
"Somethin' nice— the nerve you have." she seethed, parting ways to meet Alley.
We were all coming together around the dike, positioning ourselves while Lesniewski climbed it. I turned to Y/n, who was already squinting her eyes at me. I was about to mouth some blasphemy at her when something rolled down the slope.
"LIVE GRENADE!" Lesniewski shouted atop of us. Some reacted quicker than others.
"ALLEY, MOVE!" Y/n shouted, propping herself.
"Y/N NO! WAIT—!" Time slowed down, elongating the disastrous moment in my eyes.
Not trusting Alley's response speed, Y/n threw herself to him, surely with the intention to make them both roll away, but there was not enough time left to do so.
With dread, I realized that faster than any of them, and I instinctively reached out to pull Y/n towards me, which earned me a piece of shrapnel in my neck.
"Sonofabitch!" I yelped, thrown back by the pain, taking a hand to the place where the damage had been inflicted. "Fuckin' Krauts!"
Strohl, cussing, informed us the shrapnel had reached the radio; hand grenades thrown by Lesniewski were heard going off at the opposite side of the dike. It wasn't until Youman pulled me up that I didn't see what had happened to Y/n.
Alley was her upper body, which laid limply on the grass, to rest on his thighs. "Fuck..." I crouched by them, mentally preparing myself for the worst.
In the darkness of the night, We could barely discern anything, but Alley, after looking for Y/n's pulse, affirmed she was alive; I bent to check her breathing, too, and felt it fanning my cheek.
"Hey, Y/n." I called for her, catching a glimpse of the wounds due to the glistening spots of blood all over her left side that seemed to grow wider. I prayed for that to be a nasty trick of my imagination. "I'm gonna get ya outta here—" I jumped over her and snaked my forearms under her knees ans shoulder blades. "c'mon, sweetheart, upsa-daisy!"
As I pulled us both up, a weak whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes were still open when her face constricted in agony due to the pain; I knew she thought she was dying by the grip her hand had on my jacket, making my heart stammer in terror.
At some point in our rushed way to CP, I thought she was dying, too.
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READER'S P. O. V.
It had been... Three days? Maybe four? I wasn't certain; most of my time at the aid station, excepting Alley's visit, had been spent either under the effects of morphine or sleeping.
All I knew was that it was daytime, and that I hated the rays of sunlight that snuck into the aid station and dazzled my eyes, stopping me from catching a glimpse of Liebgott entering and walking up to my bed until he was by my side.
His visit would have taken me more aback if Moe hadn't spilled the beans to me when he had dropped by. Luckily for Joe, I had been too intoxicated to pick up on everything, but I had gotten a grasp of the basics.
'you should've seen his face, he was 'boutta murder me.' 'I think he cried while he carried you all the way back' 'he appreciates you more than you think.'
"Hey." He cleared his throat, hands on his pockets, scanning my frame and making a stop on my damaged side. "How are ya?"
"Alive." My voice was raspy from the lack of use. "How do I look?"
He frowned, his lips pressed in a tight line. "Like a pretty version of Frankenstein."
"Frankenstein's the doctor, Lieb." I smugly corrected him. "It's the details that matter."
"Smartass."
There was an instant of silence preceding my inquiry. "Your neck?"
"Just a scratch." He dismissed, taking a look around.
He was completely out of his comfort zone, so obviously not knowing what to do or how to act; I would have been the same, but my judgement was slightly clouded by the remainings of the drugs in my body, giving me a carefree attitude.
"You think I look pretty, huh?"
"What?"
"You said—"
"Pretty version of Frankenstein." He did his best to ride out the situation I was intentionally driving us into. "It's the details that matter, right Y/l/n?"
"Ha. ha." I spared him an observing glance; his eyes were fixed on his boots while he seemed to debate what he should say and how.
"Ya know," he inhaled, scrunching his nose. "If you'd kept your pretty mouth shut when I said you shouldn't go on the patrol—"
"Shut up, Liebgott." I cut him off before he could start a fight. I had one shot to take this conversation where I wanted to, and he wasn't going to ruin it with his poor management of emotions. "That's two 'pretty's in a row."
"So what?" He spat.
"Nothin'." I shrugged, attempting and failing to hold back a devilish smirk at his defensive stance. "Alley said I gave you quite a scare." I tested the waters, throwing my forearm over my eyes in order to block the light that threatened to worsen my headache.
"Alley should shut the fuck up." I heard his steps, and assumed he had either stepped back or attempted to pace. "Where the hell are you drivin' up with this, Y/n?"
"I'm just havin' a conversation." I blatantly lied, not wanting to be straightforward just yet. "After the blast I went deaf on this side for a hot minute." My seemingly random statement helped him ease up. "Y'know what's the last thing I heard?"
'Y/N, WAIT—!'
The words echoed in my head every now and then. It had been a desperate cry out, followed by a tug on my boot. The tone in which they were shouted made me feel sorry for Liebgott.
"I—" I peeked at him. He looked like a deer caught on headlights. "I- I don't care. I just came to check you weren't dead or somethin'." He hesitated, huffed, ran his hand through his locks and muttered something under his breath before declaring, "Shouldn't've come. Fuck this."
I couldn't stop him from walking out, and in all honesty, I wasn't sure if I would have tried to. Thinking about it, I myself didn't quite know if what I was attempting to do was a good idea, at least in that setting.
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"Y/n Y/l/n, back for more!" Some of the boys who were smoking near the barracks turned at the sound of my name, coming from Talbert, who lost no time to come greet me once I arrived at Mourmelon among a group of replacements.
"Hey, Tab." a genuine smile danced on my face; the aid station had been hell on earth, and, as crazy as it sounded, I had been dying to head back to Easy.
"Pretty face you got there, Y/n." George commented, vaguely pointing at all the carefully stitched wounds on my left side.
"It's still better than yours." I responded, shaking his hand, much like I had shaken Talbert's. Scanning the group of veterans, I locked eyes with Liebgott. Once I had caught him staring, it took him less than a second to throw his cigarette to the ground and walk away from the group.
"Just in time for the weekend passes, huh?"
"Yeah just in time— will you excuse me, boys?" I requested absentmindedly before marching through them.
"Don't step into any potato mashers, kid!"
"I'll try, Martin!" I responded with a soft laugh before hurrying my steps. "Hey." I sighed when Liebgott, instead of stopping, began to walk faster. "Hey!" After a brief jog, I managed to reach him, giving his forearm a tug. "Where's the fire, Liebgott?"
He came to a halt, sighing before turning around. "Shouldn't you be in a hospital or somethin'?"
"I went AWOL." I explained.
He stared at me dumbfounded with an incomprehensible look on his face. "Go back to the hospital or I'll report you." And with that threat, he spun back and resumed his walk.
"Excuse me?" I couldn't help but snort at the incoherence of his words, trailing after him. "You'll get me sanctioned 'cause what? you don't wanna see me? Very mature."
"I don't wanna see you HURT!" He shouted, suddenly rotating whilst gesticulating wildly. "That's what I don't wanna see! You fuckin' IDIOT!" His voice cracked and I couldn't tell if it was due to the anger or triggered by something else he couldn't quite handle. "You could've let Alley take the blow but NO! You had to be as fuckin' selfless as always!" It was definitely something else, it was fear. It shone in his orbs, making them glassy. "Seein' you all holed was the worst thing in the f—" There was an instant of silence in which he took in a sharp breath, trying hard to get a hold of himself while I stared perplexed. "I— you were—" his eyes drifted away from mines, getting lost not in a place but in a thought, and suddenly the fear in them started to slide down his cheekbones. "FUCK!"
I averted my gaze, in order to give him a moment to compose himself, in which I dismissed a couple of privates who had come to check what the yelling was.
Once he had wiped the tears away and seemed to be in a better state, I spoke. "I signed up for this, Joe." As uncomfortable as I was, I tried my best to sound somewhat gentle, yet firm.
He shook his head no, eyes casted on the ground, arms akimbo. "What am I supposed to do if you throw yourself in front of another grenade?" He questioned, finally looking up.
"What am I supposed to do if you do that?" I retorted. "You think I don't know how you got the shrapnel in your neck?" He huffed, pulling out his lighter and another cigarette from his pocket before doing a half turn.
And then I said something I should have, because he was leaving once more and I didn't know how else to make him stay.
"Alley told me how you feel about me!" Mistake or not, it made him stop walking. "This is not the way you wanna handle the situation, Joe."
"Y/n. I don't wanna handle the situation." He spoke in a whisper, as if he was afraid someone else would hear us. "You're the most reckless person in the whole fucking battalion, if I handle the situation and you die, I dunno what I'm gonna do with myself." Liebgott explained, pointing at me with the hand he held the cigarette in. "And Alley's a blabbermouth, he had no reason to tell you that."
"Joe," I frowned. "Y'know how I feel about you?"
"Y/N, don't go there." He warned me, shaking his head 'no'. "I said I don't wanna handle the situation. We'll pretend Moe kept his mouth shut."
"So we wait 'til another grenade goes off?" He took a drag of his cigarette, examining the wall besides us. "We just wait 'til— can you look at me when I'm talkin'?"
Letting out a frustrated grunt, I stalked to him until only a few inches were left in between us, tearing the cigarette away from his hand and throwing it to the ground before taking a hold of his cheeks and forcing him to look at me.
"I fuckin' appreciate you. A lot. You have no idea, alright?" I stated firmly, letting go of his face to point my index at him. "And I'm not gonna wait until you're dead to handle it— 'cause guess what, you idiotic jerk?! You're as reckless as I am!"
The corner of his lip twitched up in the most subtle way— so subtle that I would have thought I had imagined it, had it not been for his words.
"You want me to handle the situation?"
"Yes, I want you to fuckin' handle the—" he slapped my index finger away before closing the gap between us, cupping my cheeks in order to hold me steady once our mouths met.
It was a hungry kiss, sloppy and impatient; teeth clashing and pants slipping in between, our hands fought with one another's layers of clothing, desperately pulling each other impossibly closer.
At some point, between Liebgott backing me against the wall and my hands finding their way under his shirt, a very clear thought crossed my mind.
This is not how we should handle the situation.
I took advantage of the moment Joe put some distance between our lips in order to catch a breath to speak my mind.
"We gotta work on this." I announced in a breathless whisper, slipping my hands out of Joe's clothing while he let go of my thigh, which he had pulled up. "This— I don't think this is how we should handle it."
"Yeah," he agreed, equally out of breath. "We'll... We'll learn to handle it." His words were for his own assurance more than they were for mine, but they still did the trick.
"With time." I gave him a small smile, relocating his shirt and jacket back in place for him not to get cold. "We'll get a hold of it."
"Y/n?" I hummed, cueing him to keep talking. "If you throw yourself in front of another grenade—"
"I'll try not to." A coy grin made its way to my face while we gazed into each other's eyes. "What made you change your mind?"
"You're extra hot when you lose your temper." He half joked, leering at me, which earned him a playful shove. He let out a soft laugh, giving me a sweet kiss before pulling me into a tight hug that I quickly reciprocated. "Don't get hurt again." He whispered against my hair.
"Same goes to you." I responded, planting a kiss on his shoulder.
There was a moment of comfortable silence which was broken by Joe's words. "Y'know, I don't really know how to handle the situation but" he pulled away. "I think going out on a date is not a bad start."
"Any suggestions?" I questioned with eager eyes.
"They're gonna be a movie playing at the camp this evenin'." He suggested, picking another cigarette from the packet in his pocket and handing me another one before beginning to walk.
"I like the sound of that." I responded, thanking him for the smoke and joining him in his march.
"The cinema it is." He gave me a side look, a content smile dancing on his lips while he lit his own cigarette and then mine.
Request: hey luv could i request a malarkey x reader where the reader got shot in Bastogne and they meet again in Haguenau? w/ a happy ending and teasin from the boys?? thanks :3
Warnings: shooting, mentions of death, warfare (?)
A/N: jumping into this fandom knowing there's literally like three of us and that's completely fine by me. Send in your requests and enjoy some angsty malarkey content <3
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"Hey Web!" I called for the paratrooper, climbing with difficulty off a jeep which had been trailing after the one he had traveled on.
"Y/n/n!" His excitement to see me turned into s worried, confused frown after he acknowledged I was not riding on the trucks with the platoons. "What are you doin' here?"
"Got shot in Bastogne." I motioned at the side of my sore ribcage, still covered in bandages underneath the very much needed layers of clothing.
I double checked around me to make sure Roe hadn't spotted me; the medic would lose no time to try and send me back to the aid station, and I couldn't let that happen.
"So... you finally decided to join us huh?" I questioned, trying not to let out any kind of spite towards the poor boy whilst adjusting my rifle, hung on my shoulder.
"What'd you mean?" He questioned confused.
"Nothin'." I muttered with a shrug. Luckily, Webster paid it no mind and turned his attention to the back of the vehicle ahead of us, enthusiastically greeting our friends.
Later, I would feel guilty for turning a blind eye at the way the platoon treated Webster, but not in that moment, in which they didn't even held out their hand to him.
"Y/l/n, You crazy bastard." Bull called, redirecting the boys' attention to me. "What'd you think you're doin' here?"
"Couldn't leave you lot alone for too long, Bull, you'll get yourselves killed." I teased, throwing my bag on the truck and taking Martin's hand, which easily pulled me up, not without making me wince in the process. Meanwhile, Webster was dismissed by our friends to join another platoon.
"How's that wound, Sergeant?" The first platoon's Lieutenant asked; simultaneously, Randleman stood up for me to take his seat —an offer I couldn't exactly decline.
"Healing, Sir." I responded sitting down, struggling to relocate my bag so it would be caged between my feet.
Truth was, it was a relatively fresh wound; Eugene had explicitly explained I wouldn't be allowed to go back to the front line anytime soon, but I couldn't bring myself to stay in a hospital for any longer— not when my friends had been left behind into the freezing cold hellhole that was Bastogne.
"Take it easy then, yeah?" The blond man requested, patting my shoulder. "We can't have you back just for you to bleed out."
"Aye, Sergeant." I responded, giving him a half smile.
"Yeah, poor Malarkey wouldn't be able to take anymore loss." Cobb attempted to join in with what I supposed was meant to be teasing, but it didn't come off as that.
"Loss?" I questioned, fear creeping up my body and making my heart pump faster. "What- w-who— did we lose?"
"You sure got the gift of the gab, Cobb." Martin spat sarcastically, not even looking up from his boots.
"Muck and Penkala." Bull muttered, looking over his shoulder to nothing in particular; I figured he was just averting his gaze. "Right after you got carted off." In that moment, I was thankful to be sitting and not on my feet, or else my legs would have given in.
The sudden news hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wasn't as close as Malarkey to the two boys, but they were very good friends of mine— or had been.
"I..." I cleared my throat, wiping the silent couple of tears that had rolled down my cheeks. "How's... How's Malarkey?"
No one replied; however, the absence of words could be taken as a reply in itself.
"It'll do him some good to have you back." Martin spoke, trying to throw some positivity into such a gloomy environment.
After that, we just rode in silence, each of us lost in our minds and forgetting to acknowledge the others.
Unbeknownst to me, Malarkey rode in the truck before us, just as tangled in intrusive thoughts as we were. Maybe Webster had mentioned my name to the second platoon, but if that had happened, Don had not listened to it, I could tell by his reaction when he first saw me.
Once we had entered Haguenau, Martin climbed off and offered me a hand to do the same, which I gladly took. The others followed our lead, leaving the army vehicle empty.
Bull awaited with me until the mortars stopped firing, covering both of our heads; after that, we both circled the back of the truck and, while he proceeded to rush into one of the buildings, I, on the contrary, stayed still just a few yards away from Malarkey, who nonchalantly pretended to listen to Webster.
He looked... Well, no better than the last time I had seen him.
"INCOMING!" I wasted no time to throw myself into the nearest foxhole at Lipton's yells. "TAKE COVER AND START FIRING!" swinging my rifle from my shoulder to my front whilst keeping my head low, I attempted to follow the Sergeant's orders.
Problem was, I didn't have ammunition.
"FUCK! Anyone got spare ammo?!" I shouted, holding my helmet and standing down until I obtained response from someone.
"YOU DON'T HAVE AMMO?!" Malarkey's voice came from the foxhole besides mine. "ARE YOU STUPID?!"
"SHUT UP, DONALD!"
"DON'T CALL ME DONALD!"
"THIS IS REALLY NOT THE TIME FOR QUARRELLING, LOVEBIRDS!" Penkala shouted in a mocking tone, to which both me and Malarkey responded with a very hostile 'shut up'.
"OKAY— HERE, Y/N!" When I peeked over, I saw Don attempting to crawl up and cross the ground between us.
"WAIT- DON'T!" I shrieked, panic rushing through my system when I saw that idiot propping himself up. Not so funnily enough, my first instinct was to do the same in order to reach him.
Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process it properly.
I felt something knocking the air out of my lungs, followed by a sharp pain on my side.
I believe it was Luz who did his best to pull a horrified, livid Malarkey back into the foxhole after he tried to reach me; I didn't know who was the one pulling me back to safety, though— my vision got blurry really quick, and my ears were numbed by cries, stressed shouting and the same rapid fire that had taken me down.
"Hell, Y/l/n!" I was shaken back to reality by George's voice coming from behind me, catching not only my attention but Malarkey's too.
"Luz!" I gave the surprised Technician a small smile. "Missed me much?"
"Not a bit." I scoffed. "Who bailed your stupid ass out of the aid station?" Before I could respond, George's gaze traveled from me to Malarkey and back to me, this time with a grin. "Glad to see you're out and about." He patted my shoulder and walked away, crossing paths with a dumbfounded Malarkey. "Sergeant Bullshit." Don let it slide, making a beeline to me instead with knitted brows.
"Hey—" before any word could leave my mouth, both of Malarkey's arms were wrapped around me, a few inches above my wound, his rifle tossed on the dirty streets. "Hey..." I repeated, this time much softer while I mimicked his movements, letting my gun fall and engulfing him in a hug.
He briefly buried his face on my shoulder, and I could tell he was refraining himself from squeezing me tight.
Mortars were still being periodically fired into Haguenau, and chaos still reigned, but the only thing that seemed to matter to me was the shaky frame of the man in front of me.
Once we were apart, the redhead crouched to grab both our weapons, aware of our surroundings.
He gulped, opening his mouth like a fish out of water as he handed me the rifle, and I knew right away what he was about to mention.
"Skip—"
"And Penkala, I know." I finished, not wanting him to struggle in order to let me know something I already did. "I'm so sorry Don." I rubbed his bicep reassuringly when he casted his gaze down.
"MALARKEY!" His head snapped to one particular building I couldn't really see. "MOVE YOUR ASS OUT OF THE DAMN STREETS!"
"YES, SIR!" he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him to take cover into another building.
He didn't let go of the hold he had on me as we passed some of our friends, who were quite shocked, yet happy to see me.
"Y/n/n!"
"Hey, Babe." I made Malarkey come to a halt so I could properly greet Heffron.
"Damn, Y/l/n." Liebgott entered the room with Ramirez. "Eager to see us, weren't you?" His eyes flickered to my fingers, intertwined with Malarkey's. "Well, some more than others." I felt my cheeks burning at Joe's teasing, but he didn't push further.
"Fellas, why don't we go see the basement for a bit, yeah?" Babe ever-so-subtly suggested, shamelessly winking at Malarkey before pushing his two friends out of the room.
"Wait," Malarkey's call made them all turn around at the doorframe. "Any of you, call for Doc."
"What?" My head snapped at Don as the rest dismissed themselves with a 'yes, sir', leaving the door ajar on their way out.
"You weren't discharged," He inquired, letting go of my hand in order to walk to the window and check the dilapidated streets. "Were you?"
Unable to lie to him, and discerning his intentions, I scoffed. "Y'know, you don't have the authority to send me—"
"Y/n, stop." He cut me off, a worn-out look on his gaze while he dug in his pocket for a smoke and a lighter. "I just wanna make sure you can actually walk."
"You don't need a doctor to know that."
"Yeah I do." He replied, pinching his nose.
"I got here on my own, didn't I?"
He stayed silent for a moment, sparing me a glance that carried some kind of plead in it, and sighed. "I really don't have it in me to argue with anyone these days." Don confessed. "Let alone with you." A pang of guilt weighed in my chest at the sight of him. "You can leave if you want to, first platoon's two buildings far from here." He informed me, having a puff from the cigarette he had just lit. "I'll tell off Roe."
"I'm sorry." He shook his head 'no' without making eye contact, and proceeded to sit down on a chair. "I just... I don't wanna be pulled back again."
I took a careful step in his direction, and then another one, and another one, until I stood in front of him.
"About..." I crouched to meet his eyes, but he still managed to avert his gaze. "About Muck and Penkala, if you wanna—" he shook his head 'no' again, this time more determined, as if the sole mention of their names haunted him. "Okay, whenever you're ready, I'm here."
I squeezed his knee reassuringly and took his free hand in mines, bringing it to me lips to place a kiss on it.
"I'm sorry you got shot." He mumbled.
"Not your fault."
"It was." Before I could deny it again, he insisted. "C'mon— You know it was."
Silence.
"Does it hurt much?"
"Mmm..." I debated whether or not I should tell the truth, but he leaned closer to me with warning eyes, and I knew it would be stupid to hide it. "A bit." He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Don't look at me like that, Malarkey."
Don pursed his lips on a thin line, a frown appearing between his brows. "Please—"
"I'll let Roe check on me." I cut him mid-sentence, before attempting in vain to way too quickly get up, which ended up in a grimace and a tightened grip on the Technical Sergeant's hand.
"Hey hey hey—" taking a hold of my forearms he carefully pulled me up. "You okay?" I, taking in a strained breath with my forehead on his shoulder, let out an unconvincing 'yes'. "Y/n."
" 'm alright."
As if he had been cued, Eugene bursted into the room, Heffron trailing behind him. "Goddamn it, Y/n! Sit her down!" Malarkey obliged, halfheartedly letting go of my forearms, yet managing to linger on my fingers while Roe examined me. "Didn't I tell you to stay back there? Didn't I? Why does no one listen to me?!"
"I do." Heffron pointed out, earning a very salty, intelligible response from the medic, who lost no time to remove the clothing in order to properly see the wound.
"Fuckin' Christ..." Malarkey muttered, observing how Roe fixed me the best he could.
"That bad?"
"You pulled two stitches." Eugene stated, standing up after rigging said stitches. "Get her up— you're coming with me."
"No!" I exclaimed, almost whined, when Malarkey's hands found their way back to me. "I can't leave— I'm not leaving." I'm not leaving you, I wanted to say, as I stared deep into Malarkey's eyes.
Such a brief interaction we had, yet it was long enough to realize he should be the one getting pulled out of the front line. If there was a chance of helping him, I would take it in a heartbeat.
Roe stepped away, cursing my name after Don gave him a nod which meant 'I got this'.
Malarkey's eyes fixed on me, and, flickering to check Babe and Gene were minding their business, he whispered in the quietest tone possible, "Darling,"
I looked down, knowing every word that would come out of his mouth after that; I became aware I wouldn't be able to say no to it.
"You wanna help me?" I gave him a nod, my gaze casted down while he whispered those words in my ear. "Well, then I need you to go with Eugene." My head fell on his shoulder once more, defeated, and one of his palms traveled to the small of my back. "I lost too many important people. I need you to be safe."
There was a moment of silence, followed by a soft sight from me when Don placed a feather kiss on my temple.
"I really don't wanna leave you here."
"I know." The Irish man knew he had won and this was me procrastinating the end of the discussion, so he signaled for Roe to come back to us and pulled away from me. "We'll meet again soon, Y/l/n."
"You better don't get killed, Malarkey." I warned him, wincing when Eugene threw my arm over his shoulders. "Or I'll bring you back to life so I can kill you again."
An amused chuckle left Malarkey's lips while he reached for another cigarette. "I'll take your word for that one."
I gifted him a bittersweet smile and said goodbye to him and Heffron on my way out; as I was carried to a safer place by the medic, I prayed to every god that ever existed for Malarkey to come out of this war unharmed.
Just like him, I wouldn't stand knowing he got hurt —or worse—, not after all we've lost in Bastogne.
Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Bella and Declan spend the morning after getting to know each other better. In bed.
Contains/ TW: FLUFF. SEX.
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Unlike times before when Bella had woken up in a bed that wasn’t hers, she didn’t have to think about where she was or who she was with. She most certainly knew. She quickly killed the flux of panic that instinctually rose as she opens her eyes and comes to. Instead of wondering how to find her clothes in a dimly lit strangers room and how to try to do it without waking them, she only had to worry about needing to pee and leaving the comfort and warmth of Declan’s tan, space heater, demi sun god body that was wrapped around hers. When she first met him she wouldn’t have pegged him for a cuddler but she was quickly growing more fond of its practice than she’d wanted to admit.
They were in their usual entangled position but unlike times before they were both completely naked. The sun beams through the black curtain on his window, just barely dampening the light. She could hear the noises of the street, cars, and dogs barking, mumbled conversations as they passed by the bar on the sidewalk. With his room lit, she could see the aged and worn brick of the walls, the minimal approach he had to decorating if you could even call it that. A tomahawk on the wall, the same neon sign he must’ve turned off at some point, or perhaps it was on a timer. She takes a deep breath to kick start her brain, knowing the weight in her bladder needs seeing to. She was hungover just slightly, an ache in her body that wasn’t caused by him. The adjusting of her hips told her there was plenty of ache from the waist down to recall the night before fondly. Still wet between the legs, a simple shift makes her nose twitch as she’s aware of the physical need she still harbors for him. Looking at him in the golden light was doing no favors to make her want him any less.
She pushes away and it causes him to wake. With a roar of a yawn and a rub of his face, he looks over to her with one open eye as she sits on the edge of the bed, fluffing her wild, sex bed head hair and giving him a sleepy smirk.
He grunts and watches her body move and jiggle towards the bathroom door. He didn’t have to ask what she was doing, he was becoming quickly aware he had to do much the same. Catching her by surprise as he stands outside the door. She jumps and gives him a wrinkled nose of playful warning at his sneaky greeting. Still no words, none were needed, a kiss to her head before she found her clothes and put them in one spot and pulled on her dress to trot quickly down the stairs, scurrying back up just as fast with the overnight bag she’d very wisely packed. She wipes the remnants of the night before's makeup off as he walks through the door and sees her in her dress already.
“You...leaving already?” She could hear the hurt in his voice and she would be lying if it didn’t feel good in a manipulative way to hear it.
“No,” She shakes her head and throws the wipe away into a small wastebasket by his bed. She peels off the dress and moves back to the bed. “Just wanted to get my makeup off.” She says and yawns. “Had to get my bag. Didn’t know if anyone was downstairs so I put on clothes.” She explains and he slides in next to her.
Instead of words he pulls her into him and kisses her. Thanking her for staying with him. The kiss lingers, hands slow on each other’s bodies and lazily sucking away at their skin. “Mmph.” She lets out with a fully content sigh as she lays on her back and pushes her hair back, sleepy eyes focused on his soft expression. “Guess this makes it official huh?”
“What?” He asks with a lowered brow and moving to lean over her, a soft kiss to her lips.
“This.” She breathily exhales. “Us.” With her hands lightly scratching his shoulders as she smiles up at him, a hand gently pushing back his hair and gazing at the handsome face that looked as happy as she’d ever seen it.
“Mmm.” A happy noise of approval comes from his smiling lips. “Does it?” He kisses her softly again.
“Does to me.” She answers quietly as his lips move to her jaw.
“We’re official?” He asks rhetorically. “You’re mine now?” He innocently asks with a press of his lips to her ear.
She hadn’t expected the words to hit her so hard, to fill her chest up with warmth and butterflies but it did. “Yeah. Yours.” She gives a soft closed mouth smile only for herself as she was the only one to see it as he hummed and kisses her shoulder. “That feels weird to say.”
“Why’s that?” He asks with a nod of his head as he laid back and stretched, both hands scratching into his dark curly hair.
“It’s… been awhile.” She admits and sits up on her elbow looking over the parts of him that weren’t covered with the soft and worn grey plaid comforter. “I’ve been a loner of sorts for years and being...a duo, a partner to someone changes things.” She doesn’t sound sad about it but her face looks it as sleep still holds to her.
“You don’t have to change. I'd prefer it if you didn’t actually. Kinda like you.” He comforts her and keeps his dark sleepy eyes on her with her hair flipped over to one side and the sunlight gleaming off her shoulder.
“I like you too.” She grins and leans over him for a kiss. “A whole hell of a lot more than I ever intended to.” She adds with a playful jab and runs her hand down his chest. “I mean you’ve always been nice but...all this?” She quirks a brow and walks her fingers down his stomach.
He grins like a kid getting praised. Eyes closing as his cheeks rise. “Aw Bells.” He lets out and rubs his face with a chuckle.
“Really. I’m serious.” She insists. “So much of you and it's all good.” She lets out a sight giggle and kisses his chest. “Let me get a good look at you in the light this time.” She says moving to her knees and pulling the cover down his naked body slowly. She watches every dip and divot appear, all with a slight layer of fuzz at the least. “Declan, Declan, Declan.” She tsks and shakes her head, pouted lips in tease soon used against his collar bones. “You’ve been working out haven’t you?” She grins and meets his eyes, throwing her hands and knees on either side of him, kisses slowly going down his torso.
“Mmm.” A low pleasurably groan comes from him first. “Yeah.” He nods and reaches down to push back her hair to see her naughty smile she was giving him. He gets to see her thighs, soft against him and looming, her ass shifting and up in the air as she makes her way down his body with her mouth. His cock stirs at the attention, her chest a slow drag with her hard nipples and their decorative bars across his half-hard length.
“Look at you baby…” she whispers and plants single kisses down his almost lean stomach. “Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you.” She gives a genuine smile, the intentions were clear as her mouth pressed against the very base of his heavy cock where it lay thick and full, aroused but not hard.
A groan escapes the back of his throat as he watches her kneel and kiss her way down his hips to his thighs. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to look at her ass swaying in the air or her mouth and tongue aa she lightly christened the soft fur of his upper thighs. He’d never been treated so...well before. She treats him as if he’s a gift she’s opening, a kiss before every touch, nuzzling her way to him, Laying with wide parted legs and her between them.
She lets out a moan, her mouth watering at the sight of him before her, now twitching and bobbing and slowly becoming unsheathed she makes him squirm with playful kisses to his inner thighs, teasing by his balls. “I wanna taste you.” She whispers, hovering over his most sensitive parts as they react to every exhale against them. “Wanna feel this thick cock in my mouth…” she places one kiss as he swears, his fingers shifting and picking at the covers by his sides. “....in my throat.” She smirks and gives one long line of tongue from his head to his base and it causes his nose to twitch, and lip to snarl for a moment like an animal. “Can I show you how I like it, baby?” She looks into his eyes and gently kisses his growing length.
“Fuck yes you can.” He almost moans out to a slyly smiling Bella.
Without a word she takes him into her hands, a soft back and forth fondle to rouse him fully before light and loose strokes. “Such a nice cock Declan.” She coos up at a strung-out looking creature who is breathing had already picked up. “I’d ask if you could handle me again but….” she kneels again, a long lick to his balls as she gently stroked him. “....these heavy balls say you could fuck me all day and still want more.”
His toes twitch, a soft “Fuck.” Under his breath, as she starts the process. Bella’s mouth becomes well acquainted with the weighted set of balls between his thick thighs. One in her mouth, then two and tongue bathing him like a cat makes his feet twitch and legs bend and pull back at the contact. He’d never had this sort of attention paid to him. Her noises of enjoyment and shut eyes lead to him having a throbbing and leaking cock that demanded her attention next.
With a slow tease, relishing in small gasps and twitches she plants a simple kiss first. Slowly she kisses his exposed head with tongue, him panting at the sensitivity of the veined underside of his cock. Bit by bit she takes him into her mouth and sucks gently. Precum and saliva mix to make him glisten. She knows she can almost take him, but if she wanted a good face fucking she’d have to get used to him. The thought of more already had her drooling. Which actually helped in this instance.
She introduces the combo of her hands and mouth, working in a rhythmic tandem and making him give up and lay his head back on the pillow with a moan. “Good baby?” She asks with spit running down her lips, her hands still working him.
“Fuck Bella you...yes.” He rubs his face and nods.
She smiles with a sense of triumph. She transitions now and places her hands on the bed next to him. She takes him down deeper each time and hears him moan as he watches. Her eyes shut and lashes fanned, hair flipped to one side to give him a full view of her work as she took him down. She pushes until she can’t, her throat closing around him as he grunts at the feeling. Then she readies herself and does it again, and again until she’s gagging and shaking her head, then gasping as she slides him out. The look on his face was worth any discomfort.
“You don’t gotta..”
“Shhh.” She says, pouted lips to his head. “I like it.” She gives sloppy kisses up and down the side of his cock.
“You...like…? Fuuhhh-ck.” He whines and looks at her with enchanting dark eyes.
“Mmmm Hmmm.” She nods. “Use your hands.” she requests. “I like em in my hair, hold my head, I’m a big girl I can take it.” She grins before taking him down in a noisy wet slurp.
“Fuck Bella you’re… too much.” He chuckles out a breathy laugh.
She hums contently around him and he gives in, growing from gentle strokes of her wild loose curled hair to two of his big hands on either side of her head as she moaned around him in contentment. She loves the feeling of fullness he gave her like she could get lost in the act with him and let herself get overtaken by it. He was a bit shy in body language and words at first but the longer she moaned and insisted he could go harder the more vocal he became. Bella loved it when a man moaned. A deep rumble and whine that no one else got to hear. The panting and heavy breathing giving the feeling of her being in control of the pleasure despite his hands on her made her wet. She knew he was loving it and she was getting off on the deep, delicious sounds coming from his mouth.
He pistons his hips, ass tending to push into her mouth, hands holding back her hair, and watching her lips wrap around him, her dark lashes flitter as her eyes rolled every time he swore at her. “I’m gonna come if you-“
“Come.” She says in a single breath as she slips off and onto him seamlessly.
“You su-?” His voice cracks as his lower stomach twitches in preparation from her insistence.
“I said I wanted to taste you.” She gives a smirk as she sucks along the underside of his cock, hand working him as she speaks. “Come in my mouth Declan.” She moans with her tongue out and mouth wide open over his exposed head before taking him back down and forcing a moan out from deep within in.
“Fuck Bella….shit…” he whines as his hips give over to their natural called rhythm to do what he was made to. There had always been something about a woman insisting he come inside her that would make him want to do just that as soon as possible. His balls tense and he wants to tell her how good she is, how good it feels but the orgasm takes his ability to do so away. “Fuck baby...gonna-“ was hard enough to manage through the growing tension.
“Mmmm Hmmm.” She nods and keeps working him, faster still and every gulp and wet sex sound makes him release into the warmth of her mouth. She hears the first guttural moan. A low and forced grunt that turns almost sweet as it goes on and fades with each pulse of his cock against her lower lip. He sounded so lost in it, so masculine but not messy that her thighs tensed in reaction to the sounds. She moans and hums, giving him more enthusiasm for something so effortless from him than he deserved. He knew that, and soon after he was a few ounces lighter he felt those love hormones swimming around his brain and making her glow in his vision for being an angel for doing this with such vigor for him. He wanted to repay the favor.
She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue before a gentle kiss to his head. “So much for just having fucked last night.” She smirks and rises to her knees.
He moves fast and wraps his arms around her waist. Pushing her to her back and kissing her throat. “Fuck baby.” He exhales and hums against her skin. “You’re fuckin’- ung.” He grunts and takes a handful of her teardrop-shaped breast and begins kneading.
“I was hungry.” She lets out a playful laugh that makes his eyes shut and feel the vibration in her body from it. God that sounded nice.
“Wait-are you hungry?” A quick perk of his head up to look at her makes her laugh and shakes her head at him. What his earnest inquisitiveness failed to notice was the sparkling of her green eyes up at him for the endearing and deadly charming care he was trying to give her.
“No.” She gives him a soft smile. “Not what I meant you big…” She sighs and wrinkles her nose at him, her hand brushing his cheek and tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. “You’re being sweet. Stop it.” She smirks and deflects.
“I’m surprised I can form words at all after that.” He gives her a lazy smile and she rolls her eyes. “But maybe IM hungry now.”
“You want brunch?” She asks with a tilt of her head. He gives her the same laugh she’s just given him.
“Not what I meant.” He grins and begins kissing down her sternum and she snorts a small laugh at him.
“How about a shower first?” She asks while grabbing his face by both his tanned and freckled cheeks. “Then we have a snack before brunch?” She rises to pop up and kiss his lips.
“You are snack.” He snarls back and she groans.
“Why did I ever teach you that word?” She chuckles.
“Because I am painfully out of touch. Your words.”
“How about you get painfully touchy with me then?” She wiggles her eyebrows and now its his turn to roll his eyes. “I thought you wanted a shower?”
“I meant with you. Duh.” She shakes her head at him.
“Ah. Well, that I can do.” He grins proudly despite his smushed cheeks between her hands.
She watches him move to the doorway first, lust still apparent in her eyes as she watched his tall and broad body move. The muscles just under a layer of fat in all the right places to make him soft and not hard. Bella likes soft, she was herself.
“Comin’?” He asks after turning the water on.
“I mean I hope so.” She jokes and he gets to watch her feminine form move towards him, his hands already wanting to touch her again.
“Get in there you smart ass.” He gives her a slap to her cheek, a glorious loud sound with a rippling wobble following it. She grins and lets the water hit her neck and chest as it warms. A blanket of goosebumps wash over her body, her tits getting taut and hard. A tiny shiver following the blooming path. He stares for a moment at her, every part of her as soft and warm looking as the next. She was a landscape of rolling, round hills, and valleys. Strong shoulders set to equal width as her wide hips, Curbing outward and framing the valley of her thighs that was home to a delightfully full and soft mound the protruded past them. A soft fuzz of black hair covers her, full soft lips pressed together by the weight of her legs like they were puckering for a kiss. He wanted to oblige them.
“It’s warm.” She offers, standing to the side of the long installed shower-bath. She assumes he’s waiting for the water to be less fridged but he’d gotten distracted by finally being able to fulfill his fantasies of seeing her naked.
He doesn’t answer with words. He only slides in front and she scoots to the back as he pulls the curtain shut. With the hairband she keeps around her worst she pulls her hair up to keep it from getting too wet. After splashing and rubbing his face, not caring about the dampness of his hair, he turns to see her smirking and checking out his ass. “Getting a good show?” He jokes and helps her move back towards the water by holding her shoulders in the narrow tub space.
“I have no complaints.” She gives him a rather cheesy smile. She watches him stretch and moves to reach outside of the shower and grab a washcloth from the shelf. With focus on the task at hand, he grabs the soap out of the shower caddy hung under the head and looks down at her as he soaks everything in his hands.
“You get yourself wet and I'll do the rest.” He grins and leans down to kiss her with a playful peck.
“Done.” She laughs before turning and actually using her hands to rub down her body.
She feels his hand graze down her back and over the arch of her ass before making its way between her legs to look for proof. She hums happily and spreads her legs, bending forward slightly to welcome the touch. “You aren’t lying.” His voice takes a deeper turn that was less playful than before.
“I typically don’t.” She snarks back and wiggles her hips his way as his finger tease just inside her lips.
He grunts, wishing he could just bend her over and have his way in the moment but he wasn’t about to go at it without a condom on the second round. “Turn around. Let me get my hands on you.” With a rather amorous face, she smiles and watching his expressions shift as she lets his hands slide over her body, his breathing slow and deep as his large hands squeeze every soft bit of her. “At this point can I say I like your tattoos without it being gross?” He smiles and meets her eyes again, rubbing his fingers down her sternum where a dagger with a crystal heart in the hilt sat.
“Yes,” She nods and gives another soft smile. “You get to see all of them now. No one else has ya know.” She begins rubbing down her stomach past older nautical stars at her hips and down to he half-hidden filigree that decorated her mound.
“Really?” He says surprised, hands over her shoulders where her roses sat.
“Mmm hmm. I’ve been getting more the past few years and... well... I’ve not been with anyone so...” She gives a small shrug as her hands take soap from her body and begin to rub on his chest.
“Lucky me.” He says with a sweeter tone for the vulnerability and honesty she was giving him, leaning in to give her a kiss to her cheek before moving slowly to her lips. Their hands kept moving, spreading the slick suds as their kiss grew deeper. His hands slid over her arms, over the glowing lantern on the back of her arm and to her back where multiple others lay including a moth on her shoulder that paired with the lantern. “Turn around and let me see the rest.” He whispers into her mouth, hands never leaving her body. “That’s cute.” He chuckles, thumb rubbing into the heart on her ass.
“Yeah it is.” She chuckles.
“And this…” hands at her hips and running over a lipstick print under the heart.
“Fairly obvious.” She rolls her eyes and he leans in to kiss her neck near her hairline.
“Is it a target or a threat?” He smiles into the soft fluffy bun of hair.
“Mmm...for you? Both.” She laughs as he moves one hand between her legs to distract her as he sees the naked and bound woman, a female Baphomet on her back.
“This one isn’t cute though.” He coos at her.
“Mmm mmm.” She shakes her head no. “That one is most definitely my sexiest.”
“A horned demon bound in those strategic ropes...you projecting there at all?” He grins but she can’t see it, only hears it in his voice.
“Guess you’ll find out huh?”
He gives her a low hum and makes her muscle tense where he’s teasing between her legs.
“Yeah, you might need to brush up on your knots.”
“I already know plenty.” She can feel the cockiness in his voice as it croons her way.
“Ah. Are you a rigger?”
“A...What’d you call me?”
“Oh my god Declan!” She turns and slaps him in the chest before she leaves her mouth open and laughs, reaching back and giving his cheek a slap. “A RIGGER. You know, rope bunny’s and riggers?”
“I sadly do not.” She can tell she’s piqued his interest. “Whats that?” He nods a single time with his chin towards her to coax her.
“Rope bunnies like getting tied up. Riggers do the tying to put out it simply. There’s usually a power play with dominant and submissive to it.”
“And you’re a submissive?” He quirks an eyebrow at her.
“I’m a switch. A verse.” She shrugs with her explanation. “I like both roles.” She dumbs it down for him. “I would like to see you bound up.” Her hands squeeze his lean arms as she slides down them. “It’d look so good on this big body of yours.” He sees she means it in her eyes and how her chest sighs as she looks him over.
“I’ve never been tied up.” He admits and reaches back to cup her ass, giving it a slight massage.
“I’d love to be the first to do it.” She practically purrs up at him. “I’d love to make a mess of you, baby.” She wrinkles her nose in a cute bunny-like way to show her support. Her hands reaching down to fondle his balls and wrap around his length were even more convincing.
“I think you’re going about talking me into it the right way.” A breathy voice confesses as she bites her lip and continues using the soap to her advantage.
“Not too hard to talk you into sex.” She smirks. “Unlike this cock.” She begins a slow stroke of him with both hands up her stomach. She bites her lip and watches his face, eyes shutting as he slumps and lets out a soft breath. The bow of his upper lip captivates her as they open and close before his dark golden eyes flutter open and meet hers. He was almost always warm and inviting, especially towards her. But when he was in the moment with her, pleasure clear on his face with the softness to his heavy brow and defined pink lips he was truly gorgeous. He caught her off guard for a second, eyes fully connecting and catching each other at a moment of weakness and reflection. The slow rise and fall of her chest he notices, seeing the facade fade away from her face as he sees her soft, lips parted and no hardness or attitude across the olive-toned planes, only darling freckles, and bright green eyes giving away the woman she was underneath her hardened exterior.
“Let’s wash this off baby, I wanna take you back to bed.” He tells her with a soft kiss that makes her eyes flutter shut. He drips water onto her back with his hands, and she does the same for him. In silence, they run their hands over each other as they explore the new playgrounds they get to call their own.
As she steps out of the shower and dabs a towel to herself, him following suit, she walks slowly backward out of the room and towards the bed. “You’ll have to start slow with whatever you plan on doing. You left me sore from last night.” She says with a smile that wasn’t the least bit scolding about the fact.
“I plan on it.” He nods and drops his towel to the side haphazardly. “Don’t wanna give you any reason to run off.” He grins and walks proudly to the side table and takes another condom out and lays it on the corner of the bed for later. “I’ve still gotta repay the favor from earlier...remember?” He leans in and kisses her, she sat on the bed as his hands rest at her sides, lowering himself to his knees.
“Wasn’t a favor.” She mumbles into his mouth as they share a connected kisss.
“I’m reciprocating then.” He chuckles back at her fuss over the words. “Gotta taste you too. Only fair.” He moves to kiss down the bend of her neck. “I d thought about my head between these big thighs more times than I’d like to admit.” He whispers against her shoulder, eyes shut and hands roaming her hips and the thighs he spoke of.
“So have I.” A smirk grows on her face, head tilted to the side to give him access to her neck, “Except I’ll admit it.” A huff of a laugh escapes her as he gives a small and playful bite to her neck that draws a relaxed moan out of her.
His hands cup her breasts and bring them together for his mouth to admire. Sucking and lapping at her pierced and hard nipples, taking them into his mouth forcefully then teasing with pink and puckered lips made her rest on her hands and sigh, head falling back as she enjoyed herself.
“Mmph, That mouth feels so good on my tits I bet it’s even better on my pussy.” She revs him up as he bites into the meat of her for a moment, feeling her approval as she shifted her hips in anticipation.
He moves quickly to keep her on her toes, not linger too long even though he could focus on the feeling of the cold bars against his tongue for far longer than he’d gotten to yet. Shifting her back, he spreads her legs and pushes into the bed to open her up to him. She was soft and round everywhere it seemed. A thin layer of black hair barely masking the olive, plump lips that just barely hid an already hard clit at their peak, insides wet and pink and hot. He considered how every part of her that he’d seen hasn’t been disappointing in the least, and how he’d gotten so lucky as to be chosen to see any piece of her.
She catches his attention, leaning up on one elbow and reaching down to slide her fingers between her lips and spread them for him. She teases her clit, well-manicured nails circling it as she bites her lip at him. “You be nice to this fat little pussy, Declan.” She coos and gives the bouncy lips that encased everything a firm little slap that made him groan. “Get her nice and ready before you give me that big cock again.” Her tone was so confident and lusty he moans as he watches her face deliver it to him.
With a low growl and a hoarse “Fuck…” he kisses her inner thighs. Not wasting much time he begins with a broad lick up her center, his pointed tongue grazing over the full bud that makes her let out an audible exhale.
As he moves between her lips, his strong nose nuzzling above her slit and clit, he finds the spot he’s after easily as it twitches and throbs under his touch. She watches as his dark eyes close and he focuses, sucking and lapping away at her. He wastes no time in centering his efforts on her clit, seeing his hands on her thighs to hold her apart as she reaches up to tweak her nipples, watching his lovely head of hair calling out for her hands to be buried in it.
She can feel the mixed juices dripping down her center, a faint tickle as his lips attach to her and she moans out again, head falling back and chest heaving as she whines for him. With a slurp he finds his place on her, a spot she’s trembled at every time and goes in on it, one hand moving to around his twitching cock and the other fingers now teasing outside her soaked entrance.
With a whine she pleads, “Declan, baby, yes, use your fingers.” Her hips buck as he gives her what she asks of him. Slowly adding one and two more to ease the ache from the night before and have her shaking beneath him. He wanted to finish her off with a bang, give her something to show he was more than what they’d done the night before.
As she calls out his name, now fully giving over to the feeling with breathy moans and pleas for more he pulls away. She barely has time to whimper for the loss, nearing orgasm she wants to swear at him, but when she meets his eyes she sees them dark again and knows he’s not abandoning his goal but only going about it in a different way.
He grabs her roughly, which is how she preferred, and flips her to her stomach. He lifts and moves her with ease which only adds to her hunger for him. Yanking her hips up she feels the heavy heat of him being slapped then rubbed on her pussy lips and she wiggles her ass at him, biting her lip and moaning for more.
“Yes, fuck, please.” She groans for her favorite position to be connected. He hurried rolls down the condom over himself and goes back to teasing her.
“You want it like this baby?” He growls with all playfulness gone and she tries to back up on him herself.
“YES!” She snarls back, turning to look at him, “I want to bounce off that big cock, I’m close, fuck me, hard.” She slurs out with a tight jaw and he notched inside her, watching her mouth fall open. A tiny squeaked “Yes.” And a fast nod as he pushes in deeper and he watches her fall apart in front of him. Something his whole body reacts to as she moans and lets her head fall down, swearing and hips bucking as each breath became louder than the last.
He filled her up so completely, the stretch no longer pain but pleasure and hitting deep inside her from the vulnerable position she was in. She gives herself over to it and he gets to really watch her fall apart. Her head the side, hair flipped wildly and eyes rolling and fluttering.
“You want me nice and hard baby?” He almost coos at her, leaning over her as she grips into the sheets and pushes back on him.
“Fuck yes. Harder. Make me come. I want you to make me come.” An almost helpless whine as she writhes for him, being so close she just needed the extra push.
With a hard slap to her ass first which made her let out a pleased hum and bounce it at him, he grabs her wide-set hips and pushes himself against her fully. “Fuck Bells…” He exhales, watches her body shift and wiggle with a need for him. “Here it fuckin is baby girl.” A deep moan comes from her half-collapsed body, face now on the bed.
“Fuuuuck.” She groans, eyes still rolled back.
“You o-“
“YES! Fuck me hard Declan.” She scolds and pushes back into him with a slap. Soon the skin to skin thud is at a fast rhythm and she’s calling out for him, various dirty praise for how well he fit inside her and moaned orders for more. He couldn’t hold back with her, and he didn’t want to. He was used to being too much for girls both in and out of bed, too big, too loud too rough but not for Bella. He got to grit his teeth and slam that fat ass of hers against his hips over and over, watching her ripple with every hit. His hands fit so well on her hips to keep her close and hitting fast as she only wanted more from him. He got to let go, to grunt and growl and her praise only grew the more he lost himself. He tests her threshold, a firm spank to her ass that makes her let out a delighted squeal.
“You like that big fuckin ass baby? Like it bouncing off your cock like this?” She asks with a burst of faint laughter to her voice, pure happiness in the moments before she finally came where he was giving her exactly what she needed. She didn’t have to tell him, hold her hips, harder, slap her ass, he just did it and the freedom in that was something she’d never had before. No one had kept pushing, listened to her body language. She found herself nearing her peak and wanted to take him down with her.
He couldn’t form words but only growled and pulled her cheeks apart after another sharp slap. She rose up on her hands again, pushing back and moaning with every deep thrust, one hand out back on his on her hip to new him close.
“I’m so close.” She cries, him moaning at the sight of her chest bouncing and her eyes met with his and blown with lust. “Want you to come too.” She insists through broken breaths. “Wanna feel you come inside this tight little cunt Declan. Fuckin fill me up baby, I need it.”
“God damnit.” Be moans and it turns to a rumble as his balls tighten. He grabs a handful of her hair and she lets out a maniacal laugh.
“Oh fuck yes baby, just like that. Fucking take it.”
He gives her another sharp spank and he feels her tighten around him. “So fuckin good Bella.” He growls and grits his teeth. “Fuckin come for me, baby girl. Fuck me I wanna feel this wet pussy come around me. So fuckin bad.”
She’d gotten him to give in and talk back. Exactly what she wanted. She liked it filthy and rough and this second round was even better than the first. Any hesitation she’d had of them being sexually compatible was lost and she squeals again at his words.
“Fuckin make me.” She snarls and he yanks her hair back, her mouth falling open and crying out as the angle hit deep and hard, his hands so hard on her as he hit harder and faster, just like she needed. Every rough pound was punctuated by a higher-pitched moan than the last. He feels the shaking begin in her thighs and he lets her hair go, putting all his energy into fucking her as hard as he could and he’s rewarded with loud shouts of swearing and his name, her telling him he’s going to make her come and he wants it so bad at that moment he cries out when he feels her let go around him. She comes like an animal, all gnashing teeth and growls and groans. Words he couldn’t understand as she tried to breathe and shout and speak at the same time. She collapses again, her body shivering and he yanks her up by her hair.
“That's it you fuckin beast. Fuck me. Fuckin come you big mother fucker.” She barks out he leans over her, arm around her stomach as he shoves into her slower but harder as she eggs him on and he comes as she’s demanding, and loudly. Which is exactly how she liked it. She wanted a man that used sex just like she did, to get lost and forget everything else. To explore each other and pure pleasure. And he was panting, gasping, sweat plinking onto her skin he grunted and groaned as his body spasmed and shook over her, feel the faint jump of him cock inside her.
“Fuck.” He gasps and it comes out much higher than he anticipated. “Ugh, fuck.” A lower groan accompanied it as his hands shook and he pulled out of her body after releasing the rest of her from his grasp. “God damnit, Bella.” He moans as he ties and tosses the condom and collapses with a loud racket to the bed on his front. “Gonna fuckin kill me with that mouth.”
She’s left smiling and panting just the same, laying on her side and looking at the fine specimen next to her. “You’re good Harp. You bring it out in me.” She hums happily and lets her body lose its tension. She lays on her back and basks in the afterglow. “ I like it when you try to kill me with yours.” She grins and runs her fingers down his back and he shivers.
“Mmm.” He says in a reflecting way. “You seem to like the dirty talk a bit.” He smirks and puts his cheek against the bed and faces her.
“A bit.” She keeps the same satisfied smile on her face, fluffing her hair and glowing as she gets that long missed satisfied tiredness in her body he’d left.
“Should I say you’re a slut for it?” He snorts, a playful delivery so he didn’t get slapped.
"I think you’re into something there big guy.” She snickers and gives his ass a good smack.
“Christ. Let me be woman.” He commands dramatically and half-assed swats at her hands trying to touch him.
“I am hungry now.” She says and lays back again, hands to herself. “After I come back down to earth the hangover will start settling in.” She rubs her face. “I’m too old to drink like I do.” She groans.
“I got Gatorade in the fridge.” He mumbles.
“You are a saint.” She rolls over and kisses his shoulder.
“Nah. Just an alcoholic.” He chuckles, a lazy smile on his face as she pushed back his hair.
“Guess we’ll go to AA together then. Because I just think having electrolytes around makes you proactive.” She nods approvingly.
“You grab me one?” He asks after she sits up.
“Yeah.” She answers with an obvious tone. “Then we get brunch?” She asks and plays a drumbeat on his bare butt cheeks and laughs.
“Yes. You’ve got me fuckin starving.”
“Same.” She leaves with one final slap. “Man you’ve got a great ass Declan.” She says with sincerity as she stands in the doorway with two cold drinks as she takes in the sight of him.
“You’d know.” He grins and rolls over.
She tilts her head and stands at the edge of the bed. “Front ain’t too bad either.” She winks and creases her nose at him playfully.
“You must be hungry, you’re being suspiciously nice.” He takes a drink, mirroring her.
“I am, but I’m actually a lot nicer when I’m getting fucked on the reg.” She wags her bottle at him in a toast.
“Ditto.” He groans and lays back after downing half the bottle.
She snorts at his dated answer.
“You’ve always been nice.” She teases.
“To you.” He snarls back.
“Just me? You’ve been treating me special?” She smiles and crawls towards him over his stretched out body.
“Maybe.” He smirks.
“I still get special treatment now? Since I’m your girlfriend and all?” She quirks a brow and leans down to give him a kiss.
“More special treatment if anything.”
“Ohhh.” She says with overplayed impressed.
“Like I’ll take you to brunch.”
“Mmmmm.” She hums and gives him another kiss.
“And pay.”
“Oh my…” she gasps and follows with another kiss she laughs into.
“And insist you get whatever you want.”
“Ugh. Stop it. You’re making me horny again.” She teases.
“As long as I can try whatever you get.”
“ALWAYS A CATCH!” She says moving away and sitting on his stomach.
He laughs and pulls her back in for more rolling and laughing kisses as they both settle into a new rhythm with each other. It should’ve concerned her how easy it was with him, how she didn’t have to stop picking and teasing and he didn’t have to hide his goofiness. The compatibility should’ve scared her, but in the moments of affection and play it was far from her mind.
For him, it was front and center. But there was no fear or worry, only a warm and growing feeling in his gut about this grumpy hellcat of a woman now a purring kitten in his arms. He only felt good. Deep down a wholeness, he’d been missing. This rambunctious woman who was never afraid of him or his past was quickly becoming his favorite thing. And he couldn’t have been less worried about it. Maybe he should have been, but the way she smiled at him, all soft and literally bare to him he couldn’t bring himself to think of a single bad thing that could come from this new pairing.
The only problem he’d found so far was that he couldn’t get enough of her. And he didn’t mind having that be the biggest problem in his life at all. Their back and forth was the easiest thing in his life. Her laugh made him laugh, her smile did the same.
As they sat and had brunch, her in one of his T-shirt’s and both in oversized glasses of hers, he could only think of one thing. Her hair was wild like his all curly and unkempt, both in flip flops and in no way looking as impressive as they had the night before. There was no cue or moment to cause the constantly recurring thought, but it happened just the same for both of them. How’d they’d get so lucky?
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Pairing: Duncan Idaho x Reader x Gurney Halleck
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only
Notes: …..So here we are. Not beta-read.
Length: 2.6K
Warnings: Explicit sexual content—voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, threesome, spitroasting, spitting, oral sex (male and female receiving), piv, unprotected sex
Summary: Gurney Halleck is a smart man. He is a tactician. A soldier. A taskmaster. But he’s ashamed to say that he’s a touch slow on the uptake in his particular instance—if only because he doesn’t truly want to believe what’s happening.
Gurney knows that it’s a mistake. He knows that he should leave, that he shouldn’t look.
But once he realizes what’s going on, he can’t stop watching.
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