Hi, everyone! As a quick introduction, I go by Meggie. I love BoB, MOTA, and TP -- so much so that I legit watch them in rotation (when i finish one show, I move on to the next 2 before coming back full circle!) I also love writing and love getting your feedback and requests! Outside of writing and HBOwar, I love animals and the beach (clearly) and love being outside! I hope you enjoy my writing and feel free to send requests or just say hi! <3
Requests: I take all kinds of requests for many different characters! My tops are Liebgott, Nixon, Roe, and Bucky, but I'm open to writing for whoever you want! Just send me a general idea and your desired character! I try to get to my requests ASAP, but they can take longer depending on my schedule, and I go through them based on when I receive them!
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*Sorted from most to least recently published*
Band of Brothers
General:
Something Worth Living For -- Easy Co. boys x reader
BOB/MOTA Boys Reacting to You Joining the War Effort
Joe Liebgott:
Keep it Down -- Liebgott x F!Reader
The Bet -- Liebgott x F!Reader (smut)
Kept Promises -- Liebgott x Reader
Edward Tipper:
Caught Between Laps -- Tipper x Reader (smut)
Lewis Nixon:
Intelligence Officers -- Nixon x F!Reader (smut)
Ships:
Death of a Ladies' Man -- Babenere
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MOTA
General:
BOB/MOTA Boys Reacting to You Joining the War Effort
i just wanted to pop on here and apologize for my absence! i've been super busy the last few months with exams and then work, and i've had to deal with some things personally. i have some requests that i'm trying to get through, and i hope to publish them in the next week or so.
my inbox is still open, so if you have any new ideas, i'd love to hear them!
lol can I plz rqst a bucky x reader where you’re exes w/o contact who end up at thorpe abbotts together and he’s really annoying but you realize: you still like hin and I ou get back together
A/N: Okay, yes. Idk how historically accurate this is (with WASPs and everything, but does that rlly matter lol). Anywho, thanks for your request!
xx,
meggie
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You, Again?
John "Bucky" Egan x F!Reader
Warnings: swearing, not proofread (lol)
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Thorpe Abbotts, England
You had arrived at Thorpe Abbotts to help train and run flights. As a WASP, you were assigned there to help relieve some stress of the war.
You had been nervous your whole journey to England. Word had circulated around your town that your ex-boyfriend was stationed at Thorpe Abbotts, too. You were just clinging to the slightest chance that he was reassigned.
You walked around base, taking in the sights. It was a cloudy day -- but that was to be expected in England. Looking out into the distance, you could see the B-17s on the tarmac in all their glory.
Suddenly, a Jeep sped past you, taking you aback. You watched as it drove away, certainly too fast. The silhouette of the driver made your heart falter slightly. It couldn't be.
You tried to keep yourself composed, focused on the mission you were tasked with.
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You finally entered a building where you shook hands with a tall man with sad eyes and brown hair.
"Harry Crosby. You must be our WASP?" The man stuck out his hand for you.
You shook it, introducing yourself.
"Well, I'll show you to your barracks. You'll be sharing with the other ladies on base." He gave you a warm smile before walking around his desk to show you the way.
You picked up your baggages you set down and started following after him before you heard a shout from behind.
"Cros!" The two of you turned around. Oh shit.
The tall man you once loved was walking towards you. "Hey, I can take her around. I'm sure you're busy."
Crosby smiled, "Hey, Bucky."
He looked at you and then back to Bucky. Before shaking his head, "Oh, right. Bucky, this is our WASP. She's helping us run things around here."
Bucky chuckled a little, "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." He stuck out his hand, giving you a little wink.
You wanted to roll your eyes, but retained your professionalism, "Very nice to meet you."
"Well, it looks like Bucky here can take you to your barracks. It's nice to meet you; we appreciate your help." Harry smiled and returned to his work.
Bucky smiled at you, offering to take your luggage. You shook your head slightly, but handed it to him, "Thank you."
He led you to the same Jeep that had passed you some 30 minutes ago.
"So, 'Bucky,' huh? No more Johnny?" You questioned.
Bucky chuckled, "The name just stuck, what can I say?" He helped you get into the vehicle before starting it.
"It's been a while." He broke the silence.
You nodded, "Sure has been. But, hey, you were the one who decided to up and leave. All I remember is one day you were thinking about flying in the air force, and the next you were gone."
The silence was slightly tense. "I'm sorry -- I should've told you."
You shook your head, "It doesn't matter anymore."
The rest of the ride was slightly awkward.
You had finally made it to the women's barracks where Bucky helped you get settled in.
"Hey, it would be nice to get dinner sometime." He gave you a slight smile.
You shrugged, "Yeah, maybe."
He stood still for a moment, before shutting the door behind him.
You sat alone, thinking about everything that just happened.
If you were being completely honest, John Egan had completely shattered your heart. You had been together for some time before he just disappeared on you. You knew that he wanted to fly for the Air Force, but it was the way he went about it. He just left -- didn't even say goodbye.
You rubbed your temples, getting up and beginning to unpack.
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You had returned to Harry Crosby's office to talk about plans and training when another man walked in.
"Buck!" You turned around, afraid to meet the man again, but you were hit with confusion.
"Hey, Cros." Buck walked up to the table, "Gale Cleven, it's a pleasure to have you here." He introduced himself to you.
You smiled, "You don't happen to be a friend of 'Bucky,' do you?"
Gale chuckled, "I do. I assume you've had the pleasure of meeting him already?"
You laughed, "You can say that."
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The 3 of you had arranged plans for the upcoming missions before wrapping the day up.
"Hey, I know you're new around here, but you should join all of us tonight. We're all going to a pub in town -- it would be nice to see you there." Gale smiled, warmly.
You nodded, "I might be there."
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You heard the loud chatter coming from inside the pub accompanied with the strong smell of cigarettes.
You braced yourself before pushing the door open, greeted with a dimly light pub, lively with patrons dancing and singing.
You walked in, looking around for anyone you knew.
You heard your name from a distance. Turning your head to the location of the sound, you found Gale Cleven.
You smiled, walking over to him and taking a seat at his booth.
"Glad you joined us. Do you want a drink?" He offered you. You smiled, accepting.
"Where's Bucky?" You found yourself confused as to why you even cared.
Gale chuckled before pointing to the microphone at the front of the stage, "Up there."
Your eyes widened, "Oh, wow. He has not changed a bit."
Harry and Gale exchanged confused looks.
You smiled slightly, "Johnny and I dated for a little bit before he joined the Air Force."
"Oh, you two dated?" Gale asked, surprised.
"I know, shocking."
Gale shook his head, "No, I didn't mean anything bad by it."
Harry jumped in, "You two just seem like polar opposites. I mean -- you're well-mannered and polite. And, Bucky's...well -- look at him." Harry shrugged, motioning to the man on the stage.
You chuckled, "That's not the first time I've heard that. He's a good man, just annoying and childish at times. I knew it wasn't going to be forever."
The table fell silent. You looked into your beer glass, circling the rim with your finger, gently.
"Hey, do you wanna dance?" Gale asked.
You smiled, "I'd be delighted." You took his hand and followed his lead to the dance floor where Bucky was performing.
You looked at Bucky, not intentionally, but he had something about him that just stole attention.
He was singing into the microphone, dancing slightly when he made eye contact with you.
You blushed, feeling the alcohol hit you warmly. He continued singing, looking into your eyes. It felt as if you had been teleported back home when you were still together.
Bucky wrapped up his performance and found you on the floor. "May I take her for a minute?" He asked Gale before leading you away.
"You look nice tonight." He smiled at you.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, trying to suppress your obvious interest in him. "Thank you, Johnny."
"Come on, dance with me, Darlin'." He grabbed your hand, moving to the music with you.
You found yourself wrapped around his tight body as the two of your swayed to the music.
"I missed you." Bucky whispered.
You looked up at him -- his striking blue eyes hadn't changed.
"Why'd you leave me?"
The dancing paused for a moment, "I don't know, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I should've told you."
You shook your head as he continued, 'Everyday since I've regretted just leaving you. It was hard -- I missed you so much."
You smiled slightly, "I missed you."
You held onto him slightly tighter, resting your head on his chest as you continued dancing.
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The pub had closed for the night, leaving you and Bucky to finally leave.
"I'll walk you back?" Bucky offered. You smiled, nodding.
You got back to your barracks before you paused.
"Johnny?" He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I think I still like you."
Bucky smiled at you, not saying anything. A moment passed before he gently leaned in, his lips meeting yours.
It had been years since you felt his lips against yours. You didn't know how much you had missed them -- him.
You passionately returned the favor, not wanting to part ways for the night.
The two of you finally pulled away, looking into each other's eyes for another time.
"Goodnight, Johnny." You smiled softly.
He nodded, smiling, "Goodnight, Darlin'. I'll find you for breakfast tomorrow."
You smiled, waving at him before walking into your barracks for the night.
Hi! Could I request some headcanons of how the different guys (BoB or Mota) would react to you telling them you’re joining the war effort?
A/N: hi!! I love this idea! Sorry for the delay -- it's coming up on finals season here, and I'm STRESSED. Anyway, I hope you enjoy your read, and thank you for your request <3 !
xx,
meggie
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BOB/MOTA Boys Reacting to You Joining the War Effort
Various BOB/MOTA boys x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
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Dick Winters
Oddly calm...like too calm
Waits for you to finish your explanation of joining before saying anything
The whole time you're talking, his eyes dig into you like daggers, just looking at you intently
When you finish, he starts asking so many questions
"What unit?" "What role?" "Where are you stationed?"
He's asking questions right and left, but you answer them all
He stops pushing back once he realizes that you're serious
"Well, then I'm here to support you. If you need anything."
He's super sweet about it and you know that you have support from Easy Company if you ever need it
"Be strong. And come back to me."
Lewis Nixon
"Absolutely not."
Pushes back on the idea HARD
Is so scared of losing you, but just can't say it
It's not that he doesn't doubt you or your capabilities, he just knows what war does to people
Refilling his Vat 69 every 5 seconds
After you talk to him about it more and give him more information about your position, he lightens up a little
"Well, if you're sure. I know you're plenty capable -- I just care."
Wants to support you, but also doesn't want to see you join
"Dick and I'll back you, no matter what."
You're both sitting at a table -- silence lingers in the air for a little before Nix breaks it
"I can't lose you."
His eyes are sincere; you smile at him and reassure him
Ronald Speirs
His eyes are squinted the whole time -- not because he's judging you, he's just taking everything in, reading you and your body language
He asks you some questions, but it's not overwhelming; he's just making sure you're not acting on a whim
He gives you a slight nod
"I believe in your capabilities."
He's not super comforting, but he offers tips and suggestions for when you join
"Don't be scared. You need to know what you're signing up for. If you're scared, you haven't accepted everything."
You're used to his forwardness, but you appreciate his respect for your decision and his advice
Joe Liebgott
Super protective and defensive at first
"You're fucking kidding me, right?"
Slightlyyy offensive
"You're making a dumb fucking decision right now, you know that?"
You understand his frustration, but try to explain more
As you get explaining, he calms down a little
Starts giving you some advice
"Don't take shit from anyone."
He cares so much about you, but is scared to show it
The whole time, he's just thinking about the possibility of never seeing you again
"Find your way back to me, okay?"
Gale "Buck" Cleven
He's slightly surprised -- this came kind of out left field
He admires your devotion and how you've thought it out for a while
"I know you'll get the job done."
He definitely asks you questions about your role
Makes sure you understand what you're getting yourself into
Once he knows you understand everything you're signing up for, he's super supportive
"I believe in you -- do it right, and be careful."
John "Bucky" Egan
He's opposed to the idea, but doesn't say "no" outright
He uses some of his charm to persuade you into doing something else
"You know, you could always stay on the base. There's a lot of important roles here too -- and they're way safer."
You tell him you're 100% serious, and he takes the conversation more serious
"Do you know what you're getting into?"
Isn't condescending, just cares about you
He makes it clear that he's against it, but wants to support you
"Fine, I support you, but I get to be upset."
You smile
When you go off, you're constantly sending letters back and forth
"Don't do anything stupid. Please."
A/N: I wasn't sure what boys to include exactly, so if I'm missing any that you guys wanna see, LMK!
Hello! If you don’t mind doing another liebgott x f!reader could you do one inspired by the .5 seconds of him singing in a foxhole in Bastogne where you guys are passing the time singing and playing word games and such even though you’re scared out of your mind and you end up cuddling for warmth?
A/N: Hi bby! This idea is so freaking cute, I love itttt! I hope you enjoy your read and thank you for your request <3
xx, meggie
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Keep it Down
Liebgott x F!Reader
Warnings: fluff, swearing
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Bastogne had not been forgiving to Easy Company.
Ever since the company had moved into the forest overlooking Foy, they had been faced with harsh temperatures, a lack of clothing and food, and constant shelling from German artillery.
Everyone was huddled together in their foxholes, trying to find any source of heat and safety in the harsh world.
You were sitting next to Joe Liebgott. Although neither of you would admit to anyone in the company, you had gotten quite fond of your time shared together. You both had grown to care for and find comfort in each other.
You looked at Joe, breaking the silence, "Wanna play a game?"
He looked at you for a second, making eye contact before nodding, "Sure, whatcha got?"
You dug through your tattered bag before pulling out a pencil and a small notepad, "Hangman!" You smiled, presenting Joe the writing utensils you had found.
Liebgott cracked a slight smile, chuckling, "Alright, you go first."
You flipped to a blank page in the notepad before pausing. You pursed your lips together in thought before scribbling.
"Alright, guess." You nodded at him. He looked at the notepad before throwing out a letter, "I don't know, J?"
You shook your head, "No, keep trying."
You wrote down "J" and drew a circle.
Liebgott paused again, "H?"
You looked at him with a perplexed face, "Joe, do you know how to play Hangman?"
Joe looked at you, eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Yes, I'm playing, aren't I?"
You shook your head, "What's your strategy here? You don't start with vowels?"
Joe pretended to be offended, "Well, I'm sorry I don't spend all my time playing games. I've been quite busy recently." He smirked, motioning to the war around him.
You chuckled, "Joe, throw out some vowels. Y'know, A, E, I, O, U?"
"I know my goddamn vowels." Joe shook his head slightly, "Alright, E."
You smiled, "There you go, buddy." You wrote down "E" in 3 places on the paper. "Okay, only 3 more letters to go."
"What word has fucking 3 E's?" Joe threw his hands up. "I give up."
You smiled, shaking your head, "Wow, I wouldn't have pegged you for a quitter."
Joe furrowed his brows, "Sweetheart, I am not a quitter. It's just too cold to play this."
You shrugged, "Close enough, the word was 'Freeze,' y'know, because it's cold outside?"
Joe looked at you with a straight face, "Haha." he looked at you before cracking a little smile, nudging you in the side.
There was another moment of silence. It was just you and Joe in the foxhole. You shared a blanket that was wrapped around each of your shoulders. You leaned on him, trying to generate more heat.
The silence was broken, but this time by Joe. He was singing.
You looked puzzled for a minute. Joe wasn't usually the singing type. You straightened up, looking at him before joining in.
The both of you were singing and smiling, almost as if there wasn't a war raging on outside of your foxhole.
As you had gotten more into the song, you had both gotten slightly louder.
Suddenly, Sergeant Guarnere came running over to your foxhole, "Shut up! You're making too much noise."
You and Joe stopped singing immediately. You both looked at each other with a certain look, eyes wide and lips tightened.
"Sorry, Sarge." You apologized. Guarnere shook his head, "Keep it down, you dumbasses."
The two of you watched as Guarnere walked off before looking at each other.
You made eye contact with Joe, pressing your lips together into a straight line, trying to stifle back laughter. However, it didn't help that Joe was trying to do just the same.
You both broke out in laughter, trying to keep your volume down.
After a few moments, you both regained your calmness. You cuddled up next to Joe again, finding yourself more tired than you were before.
You closed your eyes, smiling slightly, before Joe broke the silence one last time, "Y'know, I really enjoy the time we spend together. Even if it's not during the best times."
You smiled, "I enjoy our time together too, Joe."
You felt Joe tense slightly under you, as if he was contemplating something. A moment passed before you felt Joe move. He had leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
A/N: PLEASE send more requestssss! It helps me think of ideas to write about!
I hope you enjoy your read!
Xx, meggie <3
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The boys of Easy Company were huddled around the bar, each of them a couple of beers in. A cloud of smoke pooled above them from their lit cigarettes.
"Alright, Gonorrhea, you talk a big game. How 'bout you go up to that broad and show off your skills?" Joe Liebgott pointed to a blonde nurse standing by a table in the corner with her friends.
Bill Guarnere exhaled a slight scoff before her got up and walked over to her. Each man watched intently as he started a conversation with the young woman. Although they couldn't hear, they could tell where the conversation was going through the pairs' facial reactions. Bill leaned in to whisper something into the girl's ear, and her face immediately reddened.
Bill finally returned to the bar, "Eh? Told ya I got it."
"What did you say to her, Bill?" Heffron asked. Bill shrugged, "I don't kiss and tell, but I'm busy later." He said with a wink.
Guarnere turned back to Liebgott, grinning widely, "Your turn, Cali boy." Liebgott's eyebrows furrowed, "C'mon, how 'bout you go up to...her?" Guarnere looked around the room before his eyes landed on you, sitting at a table with Doc Roe.
Liebgott's eyes went wide, "You serious?" Bill chuckled, "You nervous?" Liebgott rolled his eyes and got up from the bar, not saying anything else before walking over to you.
You were in conversation with Eugene when his eyes disconnected from you and to a presence behind you. "Hey," you turned around to see Liebgott, "You mind if I steal her for a minute?" He asked Roe.
Roe broke a slight smile before standing up, "I'll find you later." You smiled at him.
"What were y'all talking about?" Liebgott asked. Your head tilted, giving him an "are you serious?" look. "Liebgott, what do you want?" You immediately knew something was up. You and Joe had a couple of conversations before, but you got a sense he didn't really like you. It was almost as if he was avoiding you.
"What? I can't talk to my favorite nurse?" One of your eyebrows rose, "C'mon, what's up? What do you need?"
Liebgott smiled, "Seriously, a guy can't just talk to a girl anymore? I think you look real pretty tonight." You smiled slightly, "Thank you, Joe. You don't look half bad either."
His mouth dropped slightly, pretending he was offended, "Wow, I wasn't expecting that from you." You chuckled slightly. "What are you doing after this?" He asked you. You shrugged, "I don't have any plans."
He looked back to the bar. You turned your head in return and saw the Easy Company boys huddled around the bar with shit-eating grins plastered on their faces. You looked back at Joe with a half unamused face, "Really, Joe?" You smiled slightly, "Hey, don't mind them. Do you wanna get out of here?" Joe asked.
You rolled your eyes slightly, exhaling a small sigh, "Yeah, why not?"
Joe smiled, extending his hand for you. You took it and stood up with him. You turned back one last time to look at the other boys at the bar as you were exiting the bar. They were all whispering and smiling amongst themselves.
You shook your head. "What did they dare you?" You asked Joe as you started walking back to your billeted house.
"They might've told me to talk to you." You shook your head, "Uh huh."
You got back to your room, sitting down on the bed next to Joe.
"We've never really talked before this. Why'd you ask to leave?" You asked. Joe looked at you, smirking, "I wasn't lying." You looked confused, "I mean what I said in the bar -- you're pretty."
You blushed slightly. Joe reached forward to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen behind your ear. "If I'm being honest, going to the aid station is the best part of being here." You looked down, smiling slightly.
"What? You're shy now?" Lieb joked. You looked up at him, making eye contact.
There was a pause. You looked into his eyes, both of you searching in each other.
A comfortable silence filled the room before you and Joe connected your lips.
You felt his slight scruff on your face as your lips worked around each other, hungry.
His hand moved to your hips, pulling you in more. You reached for his hair, tugging slightly. Joe moaned slightly in response, sending a shock through your body and down to your panties.
Your kiss was heating up as Joe started pushing you down onto the bed further. He was over you as you moved your hands down to his chest. You slipped your hands under his shirt, tugging it off.
You found his dog tags and pulled on them, deepening the kiss between the two of you.
He worked on your blouse, unbuttoning the buttons before pulling it off to reveal your laced bra. He broke the kiss, looking at the view in front of him. "Holy, fuck." You smiled, pulling his dog tags once more to kiss him again.
Your hands found their way to his pants, unbuttoning them before pulling them down.
He was hard. You gently brushed over his tip, "Fuck yeah, "He moaned. You grabbed his cock and started stroking. You could feel his slight thrusts into your hand as you worked him.
You pushed him onto the bed, getting on top of him. He pulled at your skirt, ripping it from your body. Your matching lace panties were like a Renaissance painting to Joe.
He looked at you for another moment, you could feel his dick pulse under you. He growled and pushed you back to the bed, "You sure, doll?" He confirmed with you. You nodded, "Please, Joe." You looked at him as he slowly pushed himself into you. "Fuckk." He let you. You rolled your eyes back, moaning.
He gave you a minute to adjust before slowly thrusting. He sped up, hitting deeper and deeper inside you. You closed your eyes tightly, holding your breath in euphoria. Moaning, you grabbed him closer. "Fuck, you feel so good." Joe moaned.
He quickly pulled out and flipped you over, laying you on your stomach. He pulled your ass up in the air slightly before entering you again. You clenched in response, moaning, "Joe!"
He moved in and out in a desperate manner. His hand tangled into your hair, tugging it slightly. You just lie there, taking in the feeling of him inside you. You moaned, feeling a tightening in your core. "Joe, I'm close."
He grunted, "Hold on, baby, I'm almost there.
He thrusted a few more times before his movement got sloppy, "Come with me, baby." You moaned.
Your core tightened one last time before a wave of heat and pleasure fell upon you. You moaned loudly, sending Joe over the edge. He continued to thrust inside of you before his climax. His movements halted as he let out forbidden words, "Fuck, princess."
He exhaled before falling onto the bed next to you. You moved to lay on his chest. "That was the best thing I've ever done." He looked at you.
You smiled, nodding.
There was a quiet knock at the door. "You guys done yet?"
Your face turned red as you looked at Joe. He rolled his eyes, "Fuck off, Guarnere."
He shook his head and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. "We should've done this way sooner."
Can you do an x reader where the reader is a nurse and her and lieb get married in secret so she doesn’t get sent home?
A/N: Yess I love this request! It's kind of a short one, but please keep sending requests in and I'll get to them :)
Enjoy your read!
Xx, meggie
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Kept Promises
Liebgott x Reader
Warnings: None!
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Holland, 1944
You had known Joe Liebgott since the beginning of the war. You had signed up to be a combat nurse and were assigned to Easy Company in the 101st.
It was intimidating being one of the few women in a company full of men, but most of them made you feel welcome. You had made plenty of friendships with the boys of Easy Company, but felt a special connection with Joe Liebgott -- the hot-head of the 101st.
You had taken a liking towards each other, finding a sense of peace in a world full of war. It had started subtly -- small glances at each other, Joe finding his way to your field hospital just to have a quick conversation with you. You appreciated any small moment with him, it helped bring you away from the state of the world.
Your relationship had bloomed, but the both of you knew it had to be a secret. You couldn't risk getting reassigned or sent home because of your relationship.
It was night, before the jump into Holland. You had wrapped up a brief with the other medics before making your way to the bar you knew you would be able to find Easy Company in.
You pushed through the doors, greeted with the strong smell of cigarette smoke and loud chatter. You scanned the room, looking for someone in particular. "Hey, you!" You turned your head, to see a smiling Webster. "You finally decided to join us, huh?" You chuckled, "Let's get you a drink." Webster led you to the bar, where you notice a familiar brunette.
He was sitting with a glass in one hand and a cigarette in another. You locked eyes, unable to hold a smile back. He shook his head and tilted it down, laughing slightly. "Here ya go." Webster handed you a drink. "Thank you," You smiled, "Are you ready for tomorrow?"
Webster sighed, "What's new?" You chuckled slightly, "We'll get through it. We always do."
The conversation dwindled as you looked towards Joe. He was looking at you, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. You got up, excusing yourself from Web, and walked over to Joe. You lightly tapped his back as you headed for the doors, signalling him to follow after you.
You continued your walk down a private alley, aware of the man following behind you.
After you checked that the location was secure, you turned to face him. He stood in front of you with a stupid grin, "Hey, gorgeous." You smiled and hugged him, "I hate having to hide us, Joe."
You met his eyes, and they were filled with a slight sense of sadness. "I don't like it either, but we can't risk you getting sent away."
You shook your head, "I can't wait until were back home to be our true selves." He nodded, "I mean, would the boys really care?"
Joe sighed, "I don't think it's about the boys, Honey. Just you wait, when all of this is over, I promise we'll get married back home. We can live a normal life."
His arms were wrapped around your waist, both of you in an embrace. "What if we don't make it home, Joe? Let's be logical here."
He looked up, then searched with his eyes, thinking. "Then marry me. Now." You furrowed your eyes in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
He smiled, "Marry me. We can keep it a secret, but at least we'll know you're mine and I'm yours."
You smiled as he continued, "Look, I love you, and I know this is difficult, but we can't tell anyone. Not yet, at least."
Your eyes locked for a moment, savoring the moment. There was a pause, "Okay, yes, Joe. I'll marry you." You nodded and smiled.
His mouth widened before pressing into yours for a sweet kiss. He picked you up and spun you before setting you down again. "I love you. And I promise you the moment this is all over, we'll do it for real."
You nodded, "I love you, Joe."
It wasn't much, but the peace of mind it gave you was enough. You didn't have to be legally married to Joe to know that you loved each other and were going to be there to support each other through anything.
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California, 1945
The war was over. The boys of Easy Company had returned home to continue their lives. You and your "husband" had returned to San Francisco, trying to find a normal pace of life after the war.
It was a peaceful evening at your home. You had prepared dinner, waiting for Joe to return home from work.
The front door of your home had opened gently as you were plating dinner, "Just in time, Honey." You called out to Joe.
He walked over to the kitchen to find you. You turned around and smiled, giving him a "welcome home" kiss. He smiled at you, but you gave him a confused look, "You're quiet today."
He chuckled before he got down on one knee, pulling out a black box.
Your brows raised, slightly confused. Joe slowly opened the box, revealing a ring decorated with a diamond, "Will you marry me? For real this time."
You stood for a minute, processing what was happening. You nodded your head, "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you, Joe." He smiled, standing up and reaching for your hand. He gently placed the ring on your finger. You smiled at him and kissed him once more.
Everything was exactly like it was the first time you said "Yes."
Hi sweetie, so I stumbled across your open requests and thought I'd just text you. Maybe you can write Edward Tipper x reader? Some nut if you're down for that. Btw Iove your work and thanks in advance.
A/N: So sorry for the late upload!! My midterms are over, so now I can lock back in hereeee. Anyways, I hope you like it! Lmk if any of y'all want a longer part with more NUT!!!
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Caught Between Laps
Tipper x Reader
Warnings: swearing, slight nut (lmk if yall want a pt 2 hehe)
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Aldbourne, England
You had been watching Easy Company complete various forms of punishment assigned by Captain Sobel. You had heard about Luz's impression of Major Horton, which subsequently got Sobel in trouble.
The Easy boys were on their 6th lap around the field they were told to run. You stood at your nurse's station, smiling with your friends while talking about the boys and their punishment.
"Gosh, they've been at it for a while, huh?" You ask your friend. She chuckles, "I can't say they don't deserve it, though."
You smiled, shaking your head, "No, if anything, Sobel deserved it. He's too hard on them." You continue watching as you see a sweaty soldier break away from the group of men.
He jogs towards you with a grin on his face, "Hey, stranger." You smile, "Tip." He's glistening slightly with sweat, breathing faster from the laps he had been running.
"Shouldn't you be running?" You nudged him in the side. He chuckled, "What? I wanted to talk to you." You replied, shaking your head, "Sobel's just gonna punish you more if he finds out you stopped running."
"Yeah? And so what?" He said, smiling while pulling you in by the waist. "Come on." He grabbed your hand, leading you away from the public.
You looked behind at your friend who was smiling and shaking her head, and you.
"Where are you taking me?" You asked Tip. "Somewhere private. I haven't gotten to see you much." He replied.
He was right. Ever since everyone had made it to England, everything got more serious. The boys did more field exercises while you continued your training.
"Maybe you boys should stop getting in so much trouble then." You chuckled.
He took you to the empty barracks of Easy Company. He shut the door slowly, careful to not draw any attention, before leading you to the back where his cot was located.
"Wow, you're really living the nice life, huh, Tip?" You smiled, looking around. He smiled at you, putting his hands on your waist once again.
He backed you up carefully into the wall. You looked up at him for a minute before your lips met.
The kiss was slow and intentional. It had been so long since you had time alone with him.
The kiss turned passionate, you bringing your hands to his hair, pulling gently, but hard enough to elicit a soft groan from him. "Fuck" he whispered under his breath.
He moved his lips down to your neck, slowly kissing. Your breath started to quicken. He worked his way down to your uniform, unbuttoning your top to reveal your lacy bra. He took a minute, admiring the view in front of him.
Smiling, he pushed you gently onto his cot before climbing above you. He pushed his head down to your chest, carefully kissing around.
You pulled him up to kiss his lips before pushing him to the bottom. Your lips crashed into each other as you worked your fingers to his PT shorts, pulling at the waistband.
He got the hint and pulled them off. His cock was revealed, lying on his stomach. You smiled at him before leaning your head down, taking it in your mouth.
Tip moaned at the initial feeling of your warm mouth, "Yes, baby." He whispered.
You started moving your head up and down, sucking slightly. His head was tilted back, one hand on the back of your head, guiding it slightly.
You quickened your pace, using a hand to help stroke. His breathing quickened slightly, "Fuck, stay right there. I'm close."
You moaned at his response, staying with your rhythm. Up, down, up, down. Over and over.
Tip was quivering under you, legs tightening as his climax was approaching. The small moans he let out were like motivation for you. You kept going, up, down, up, down.
Tips breathing hitched, "Baby, I'm gonna cum." You nodded, "Mhm," keeping to your rhythm.
Tip could only hold on for a few more seconds before you heard him let out a heavy breath, followed by light moans, trying to keep his volume down.
You felt hot strings of him hit the back of your throat as he finished. After pulling off, you swallowed, smiling at him.
He looked at you, "What?" You asked, worried.
"Nothing," He shook his head, "just, wow."
You both smiled at each other as he pulled you up for one last kiss. It was passionate, knowing that these moments would be rare. You laid down on his chest, finally relaxing.
You both closed your eyes, letting the silence fill the room comfortably.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long. 3 heavy pounds were laid on the door of the barracks, "Tip!" It was Leibgott, "Hey! Sobel wants you to report to him ASAP."
Tipper groaned in annoyance, "Fuck." You chucked, both of you getting up, and making yourselves presentable.
You walked out of the barracks together. When you opened the door, you were met with the majority of Easy Company.
Your face immediately started getting hot, "How long have all of you been here?"
The boys looked around, smiling, "Long enough." Liebgott winked, "And, uh, Tip, you'd better report to Sobel now. He's not happy."
Tip shook his head before kissing you quickly on your forehead and walking off.
Hey baddie, I was wondering if you could write a Bob x pregnant reader. Maybe with like winters or lipton or spiers don't really matter anybody will do tbh, so can u make it happen frfr??? Please and thank you :)
A/N: Yes! I love this idea -- I decided to have a more headcannon-y take on your request, so I hope this was okay and that you all enjoy! Lmk if any of y'all want smth more in-depth with any of the boys (like a separate one-shot)
This man is genuinely the sweetest husband/partner/father you or your child could ever ask for
He's always going out of his way to do whatever you ask -- double checking if you're hungry, thirsty, comfortable. Whatever it may he, he's willing to do it for you
He's definitely used to the early mornings the Army trained him for, so when you're pregnant, he uses the early mornings to make you breakfast, clean up, and do anything he thinks is necessary for your comfortability
When the baby's here, he wakes up early to take care of feeding, changing, etc. just so you can sleep in longer
He's definitely protective over you, making sure to open any and all doors -- hell, if he sees you trying to open a jar or a bag of something, he'll jump right in and take over, trying to reduce the strain you put on your body
I feel like he would love watching your belly grow -- it's amazing to him see how you two created life
Would definitely be at EVERY SINGLE doctor's appointments, holding your hand and would be by your side no matter what
He would definitely do whatever you asked for when setting up the nursery for your baby too -- "Yes, ma'am"
He would probably read parenting books like they were field guides or mission plans
When it's time to have baby, Dick is by your side -- you grip his hand while you're screaming, and he's just looking at you with the most awe-strucken face
Dick is ready for it all, as long as it's with you
I definitely get the sense that he would be a girl dad; like I can just imagine him with 2/3 little girls, them climbing all over him saying, "Daddy, can we go to the park?"
They would definitely give him puppy eyes and how could he say no?
Hes the pinnacle of a perfect dad.
Carwood Lipton
Lipton is definitely your rock when you're pregnant -- with all of your raging hormones, Lipton is by your side, listening to you complain about how much your back hurts or how swollen your feet are getting
All he can think about is how beautiful you look growing his baby
He was in love with you before, but now it's more of an obsession; he's constantly scouting for potential hazards
Like Winters, he would definitely be willing to serve you, whenever you want, however you want
When you have emotional responses to things, he just comforts you, "Shh, it's gonna be okay. I understand, baby."
He's genuinely so sweet and understanding; and he gives you motiviation throughout your pregnancy, always reassuring how pretty you look and how amazing you are for growing a full human inside of your stomach.
If he sees you trying to get up -- if you're struggling or not -- he will be the first one by your side, grabbing you gently to help pull you up from where you were seated
He's super attentive to you; like he can read your emotions and your mind
He knows when you're getting upset or frustrated with anything -- especially yourself -- and he's just constantly there for you
He definitely rubs your feet or back at night before going to bed
I think he's a lot like Winters where he would be by your side no matter what -- when you're giving birth or just during every day activities
This man wants to be a part of your life and is so excited to start a family with you
I see him having a boy and a girl, or maybe 2 boys and 1 girl
He definitely raises your boy(s) to be gentlemen, but they're tough
However, your daughter has him wrapped around her finger -- "Yes, princess, whatever you want."
Ronald Speirs
This man does NOT play around when it comes to you, especially when you're pregnant
I think he lowkey loves watching you grow his baby, he's obsessed with your bump, but of course, he's not gonna tell anyone
I don't think he would let you do anything strenuous on your body, and when you do, he's watching from a distance like a hawk
Whenever you guys go out, his hand is either around your side or holding your hand; and he's not gonna let you go
I think going baby shopping or building the nursery with him would be so funny -- he has no idea what he's doing, but he just wants you to be happy, so whatever you say, goes
I also think he would be super health conscious when it comes to you and your baby -- in the mornings he's up early to make you a health, protein-filled breakfast, BUT if you told him you were craving something he would definitely get/make it for you
Speirs would definitely put his hand on your belly protectively
He thinks you look beautiful and, like I said previously, LOVES your bump -- it's a reminder of what he fought for in the war
When you're giving birth, he's right next to you no matter what
You're squeezing the hell out of his hand screaming, and he's right next to you, "Push baby, push!"
I see Speirs with all boys -- might be 2/3 -- whatever
But, he's raising those boys to be tough as fuck
They'll grow up wrestling outside, fighting each other as you stand in the kitchen worrying about them
Ron's comforts you, "Don't worry, baby, it's good for them. Look at me, I turned out perfectly fine."
Also, when your boys grow up, they do NOT play about their mama
I could also see Speirs with one girl, or maybe all girls -- there's no in between
But, like literally any other Easy Company boy, your daughter(s) have Speirs wrapping around her/their finger
I also think Speirs would teach them like self-defense as they got older
SUPER PROTECTIVE OVER YOUR DAUGHTER
Or maybe you would walk outside one day to call them in for dinner, and all you'll see is your husband and daughter(s) digging in the mud (but I think he would be down to have a tea party with them too)
Joe Liebgott
I think Joe's kind of similar to Speirs
He does not play about you and is willing to fight anyone who even looks at you wrong
He's always had the American dream -- having a big house for all the little Liebs you'll be making
I can imagine when you find out you're pregnant, he is just ecstatic
His dream is finally coming true
He would definitely move you guys out to a bigger house with more land, so all of your kids could play outside -- a house you and him could grow old in
While you're pregnant, he loves rubbing your belly -- truth be told, he has a little thing for it
He's down to rub your back, and he'll def stand behind you and lift your belly for a little to help you with the weight
You might be a little self-conscious, but all he talks about is how stunning you are, "Are you kidding me, you're fucking beautiful, babe. Look at you."
He lowkey gets mad when you talk bad about yourself, because he thinks you're like a goddess for creating a baby -- something he's dreamt of for ever
He definitely worships the ground you walk on...and he's def and eater, maybe even moreso now you're pregnant
I also think you have a super close relationship with his family, so they're always supporting you and his mom is always giving you advice
If he thought you were sassy before, man was he wrong
He has to bite his tongue not to say anything back to you, because he knows he'll be in deep shit if he did
But, he wouldn't change it for the world
He's with the girl he loves, and he's finally living out the dream life he's always wanted
He works a lot, so I don't know if he would be able to attend every doctor's appointment, but he feels super bad about it
And after he gets off work, he'll rush home to you and ask you about every detail that the doctor said, and he'll definitely want to see the ultrasounds
When you're giving birth, he drops everything to be there with you -- even if he has to miss work (which is not something he's inclined to do often)
After you have the baby, he just stares at you both
You're slightly sweaty and messy from labor, but he still thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's every laid eyes on
And he can't stop looking at you holding your guys' baby
When he holds your baby he falls in love instantly
I think Joe is definitely a girl dad (with the exception of maybe one son)
He's willing to go to way (again) for his girls
He's so content in life with you and your babies
When your girls get older, he's buying them all kinds of shit they ask for (even if it's just a Hershey's bar from the grocery store)
I definitely think he would be willing to play dress up with them or let them do his makeup/nails
I can image your kids drawing a picture for him (probably of your family) and he definitely has it in his taxi hung up somewhere
Also definitely keeps a family photo in his wallet with him at all times
Lewis Nixon
I can't lie, Lew wasn't completely sold on the idea of having a baby
But, life doesn't always go as expected, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make it work with you
He's slightly scared because he's had children in the past, but really doesn't want to mess it up this time
You mean the world to him and he wants this family to work for real
He's also slightly worried about himself because during the war, he coped using alcohol, but he doesn't want to raise your baby around that
He's been trying to cut back on his drinking to be the best dad possible
He's definitely more laid back than the other guys
Still doesn't play about you and your baby though
You and the baby are his only will to live -- both of you give him hope and saved him from the darkness he was going through during the war
I feel like he's a listener like Lipton
Whenever you complain, he's there to take it, just trying to make you feel better in any possible way
He's experienced with pregnancy and birthing, so he definitely knows to just shut up when you get emotional or overwhelmed
He's an intellectual, so I think he would also be doing some reading on parenting
He would probably ask Dick for any advice
Is so extremely worried about messing it up again
Attends ALL doctor's appointments
Buys you all of your cravings (and will eat them with you)
I can lowkey see him making and trying new weird food combinations with you
He's so careful when making love for the first time after finding out you're pregnany
Always checking in on you -- "Are you okay?" "How are you feeling, baby?"
I feel like he would also subconsciously start being slightly more protective on you without even knowing
Makes sure you're always walking on the inside of the sidewalk/road, opens every door for you (not that he wasn't doing it before, it just becomes more second nature to him)
Practices holding a baby with a pillow or something
HE DOES NOT WANT TO MESS THIS UP
Late night jokes with him
Deep confessions about how you're both scared, but you have each other, so you're going to get through it together
I think Nix would have one of each, or if you had more I think you guys would have more girls than boys
He is so protective over his kids
Only wants the best for you all
Is still afraid of messing up, but never does
Attends all of the kid's extra-curricular activities/school activities
He's the type of dad to help your kid win the science fair for sure
(P.S. you guys got a new dog)
Phew, that was a long one. Hopefully ya'll liked, and these are just my interpretations (would love to hear what you guys think)!
A/N: Wait, this was fun to write, but I wasn't fully sure how you wanted me to go about it, but hopefully you like it!! Also, I listened to "Death of a Ladies' Man" by Leonard Cohen while writing it to gain some inspo (hence the title), so you might want to listen as you read! (Keep sending in those requests!)
Enjoy!!! xx, meggie
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Death of a Ladies' Man
Babe Heffron x Bill Guarnere
Warnings: angsty(??), minor cussing
Bastogne, 1945
The bitter, cold air blew between the barren trees. Snow came down heavily, leaving a white coat over the ground and the trees.
Splotches of red were reminders of the injured and lost. Foxholes were scattered around -- it was silent as the night fell.
At the front line, two men were huddled together in one hole; trying to generate as much warmth as possible.
Silence was broken by one of the men; you could see his breath in the cold air, "What do ya think you're gonna do after all this? When the war's over." Bill turned his head to his friend.
Heffron paused for a moment, "I hadn't really thought about it; I guess go home and pick up where I left off. You?"
Guarnere shook his head before responding, "Not me, the first thing Imma do is get a real meal. None of this goddamn powdered, canned crap we've been livin' off of. I'm thinking a steak, something big."
Babe chuckled and shook his head, "Real big dreams ya got there, huh, Gonorrhea?"
Guarnere nudged Babe in the side, "Watch the goddamn line, Heffron."
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The two men had been awoken to loud explosions. Startled, they threw off the blanket they had been sharing and grabbed onto their rifles, readying for battle.
The explosions continued, showing no mercy on their side.
They looked into each other, scared, but they wouldn't admit that. There was nothing to do but wait for things to calm back down.
Moments passed before it went quiet again. You could hear "Medic!" being yelled in the distance. Guarnere looked at Heffron, "Is that Toye?"
Frantically, Bill climbed out of his foxhole in search of his friend. Babe only watched Guarnere run off in the distance.'
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Another barrage hit them.
Heffron waited until it quieted down again before he heard commotion in the distance.
He crawled out of the hole he had been in with Guarnere and cautiously ran towards the noise.
As he approached the scene, he stopped in his tracks -- it was Toye and Guarnere, both lying on the ground, each with a leg that was blown off. Doc Roe was helping them as Babe ran up.
Guarnere was taken away first. Even during a time like this, he still had something smart to say: "Hey, Joe, I told you I would beat you back to the States." Babe couldn't do anything but stare, in shock of the state his friends were in.
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Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye had both been taken off the line. Everyone was feeling the weight of the number of casualties Bastogne had resulted in, especially Babe Heffron.
Sure, he had other friends, but he felt a certain way with Guarnere. So far from home, he was able to find solace in Guarnere, knowing they grew up in the same town -- hell, they went to the same high school. Now, Guarnere was gone, and Heffron was finding it difficult to cope.
Night fell again, and Heffron was in the same foxhole he once sat in with Guarnere. He thought about the conversations they had and the jokes they shared -- would he ever get that again?
For the first time in months, Babe pulled out a torn, battered journal from his pocket -- he had been given it by his sister before he joined the army; she had told him to process everything in his "diary." He had laughed when she brought it to him.
Unused, he flipped it to the first place and wrote how he felt, processing all of his emotions and everything he had gone through in the past several days.
How he saw the man he wanted all his life hanging by a thread, leg blown off, lying in the snow, helpless. He wrote in his journal, "I never even knew how much I wanted you." Heffron was spilling all of his emotions on the page, emotions he hadn't even considered until now.
He thought about Guarnere, his family, and his past.
Would he ever get those back? Would he ever get him back? Would he ever see a face like his in years to come?
Heffron thought more on it, regretting more and more of what could've been with his buddy Guarnere.
Summary: The 2 intelligence officers assigned to the 506th have been required to work closely together since the beginning. Tensions have risen, but how will they overcome them?
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ below, slight tensions, mentions of abuse, swearing, smut 😼😼, I also don't proof read so SORRY IF THERE'S MISTAKES
A/N: My requests are opennnnn, please send me a request so I have more ideas to write about!
Enjoy your read!
XX, meggie
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You and Lewis had worked together as the intelligence officers for the 506th since the beginning. You had constantly been around each other, which allowed you guys to develop mixed feelings for each other.
On one side, Nixon's demeanor -- rude at times -- could make you feel ways you hadn't felt in a long time. But you just thought it was because you were stuck around him for so long.
You were sitting in the living room of a billeted home with Lew. Maps and papers were laid across the table as you each inspected the documents, trying to develop more combat strategies for your platoon. You were sitting on the couch, leaning back with your legs delicately crossed. One arm supported your head on the arm of the couch. Nix was on the floor, his back leaning against the front of your sofa.
You had been staring at the same documents for what felt like hours at this point -- running in circles, no new ideas were being created.
You sigh, "C'mon, Lew, we're not gonna get anywhere. We're both exhausted, let's take a break." Lewis turned his head around and looked up at you from his position on the floor. Damn, his deep eyes did something to you.
Your leg, which you had been subconsciously bouncing, was rubbing against his arm. He looked at it, then did you, prompting you to stop. "Sorry."
Lewis got up from the floor and sat next to you. "Y'know, even though we work with each other so much, I don't really know much about you." You gulped, "Lew, we know each other enough -- let's not get too attached now."
He shook his head, "C'mon, we can get to know each other a little while we take a break." He cracked a sly smile. What was he getting up to?
You smile and shake your head, exhaling slightly, "Alright, alright. What do you wanna know?" He shrugged, "I dunno. Tell me about your life back home."
You felt your heart get a little heavy. Home was so far away; you had missed it so much. You left your life behind for what? Constant fighting and stress? You thought about your parents, your dog -- your family. "Well, my parents raised me with high expectations. I was sent to boarding school, where I was taught all sorts of manners. Then I went to college at Brown; I studied law."
"That's all boring stuff. What about who you were before the war? What about your family, boyfriend?" Nixon asked, oddly interested. You cracked a slight smile, "My parents would like to consider themselves high-society. Although it's tiring, hosting so many parties and having to learn proper etiquette. And I had a boyfriend, but we broke up. Found out he was cheating on me, and then when I confronted him about it, it did not go well for me." You looked at Lew's reaction -- his eyebrows raised. "What about you?" You finished.
"I'm sorry about your boyfriend. Sounds like a real douchebag for what he did. And, if you don't mind me saying, he lost out." You both chuckled, "But, our families sound fairly similar -- my parents had me learning proper etiquette since a young age. And I went to Yale before the war. Y'know, we're more alike than we think." He nudged your arm, you smiled and looked down, hiding a slight laugh.
"How's your wife doin'? Still sending you letters?" You questioned, recalling the earlier days of Lew scribbling on paper quickly after forgetting to write back to his wife.
Lewis took a sharp inhale in, "Yeah, she divorced me. Took everything -- the house, kids, and my dog." He shook his head, looking into his hands. "What's funny is that she didn't even like the dog. That was my dog." He threw his hands up in the air in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Lew." You comforted him, putting a gentle hand on his thigh, slowly rubbing your thumb back and forth.
Nixon looked up, both of you making eye contact. For a moment, something felt quiet in the world -- the world in a state of disarray and hatred. You broke eye contact, pulling your hand off of his thigh, "Sorry." You apologized quickly, starting to pick at your nails, not daring to make eye contact again.
You felt a gentle hand on your face, pulling your chin up to look straight. You, once again, met Lewis eye to eye. It felt so intimate to look at him like that. You had seen him everyday for the past couple years, yet never noticed the slight different hues of brown and green in his eyes.
It was silent in the room, staring into each other's eyes. Lewis leaned in, his lips gentle on yours as you both worked into an intimate kiss. You put your hand on the side of his face, bringing him even closer to you. The kiss turned slightly sloppier, hungrier. Your breath were hot and heavy on each other.
Lewis' hands found their way to your hips, gently, but firmly, grabbing them. He pulled you up, your legs straddling him as he stood up. He walked in the direction of the bedroom he choose earlier in the night. Using his foot, he pushed the door open with urgency before lightly tossing you onto the bed.
You looked up at him, smiling as you sat up on your elbows, scooting back on the bed. He unbuttoned and took off his green, army-issued shirt. You looked at his bare chest, dogtags hanging from his neck. You felt the warmth between your legs rise.
He crawled on the bed, hovering over you. You smiled at him, gently pulling his dogtags to bring his head down to you. Your lips met again, hungrier than ever. His hands unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your bra. He broke from the kiss to look at you. His breathing deepened. "Fuck." He whispered under his breath. Your hands worked at the buckle of his belt, indicating for him to help you.
He removed his belt, then his pants. You looked at him in all his glory -- in awe. It was his turn, he slipped you out of your pants and looked at you lying on the bed. Neither of you had been in such an intimate situation in forever.
You look at Lew's boxers, his length was showing, his cock was hard. You took a hand and grabbed it tightly. Nix let out a moan, fuck, that was hot. He leaned back to your lips as you continued to work at his cock. He moaned into your mouth again, bringing your hands to his chest, "Can't let you have all the fun." We winked at you as he worked his way down, leaving a small trail of kisses until he reached your thighs.
He ran a finger between your legs, gentle yet needy. You let a small moan out. He hooked his fingers under your panties, pulling them down to reveal your heated center. He looked at you in the eyes, licking his lips before his head dived down to your core.
He moved his tongue up and down against your wet core. You bucked your hips at the feeling. Your hand grabbed his hair, his brown locks tangled between each of your fingers as he ate you out.
Your moans got faster and louder as your reached your climax. Nixon stuck his fingers in you, curling them until he found your sweet spot. "Holy fuck, Lew. Don't stop." You closed your eyes as you lay on the bed, limp, helpless. You prayed that he wouldn't stop, for anything.
He continued working on you, your climax coming closer and closer. You felt a heat in your core as you tightened around his fingers, coming undone.
You breathed heavily as Nix crawled back over you, licking his lips as he hummed deeply. You embraced him with more kisses, still hungry.
"Fuck me, Lew." He smiled at you, "Yeah?" You nodded, biting your lip slightly. "Say it nicely." He commanded. "Please," you begged, your face slightly warm from embarrassment.
He chuckled as he removed his last piece of clothing. His dick was firm; ready for you. You closed your eyes at the sight. You had just finished, but were ready for more.
You pulled him in again, kissing him roughly as you took ahold of his cock, lining it up with you.
Lewis took over, rubbing himself in between your folds. Wet and messy. He pushed himself into you -- you both took deep breaths at the sensation, both moaning slightly. He let you adjust, "You ok?" he asked. You nodded, "Yeah."
With your approval, he moved at a slow pace, carefully bringing himself out of you before pushing himself inside. He sped up his pace slowly. Both of you were take aback by how good it felt, "Fuck, you feel so good." Lewis said to you. He grabbed both of your hands and put them above of your head. With his other hand, he grabbed your tits, ripping the bra off of them, exposing you completely. You moaned in reaction.
Lewis, still penetrating you, leaned is head down to your tits, his lips wrapped around one nipple, slowly sucking and licking before moving to the next. "Fuck, Lew." You moaned. You felt your core tighten again, "I'm close." You whispered.
With your warning, he quickly pulled out of you, flipping you onto your stomach before reentering you. You moaned again at the change in position. He pulled your ass up, you arched your back to make his access easier.
You heard his moan from behind you; it was loud, rough, and desperate. "Holy fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He said. You nodded, head buried in the sheets on the bed, "Cum in me, Nix, please." You couldn't give less of a care about wearing a condom -- you just needed him to stay in you.
Lewis' pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping against each other got louder and you both reached your climaxes.
You felt everything in you come undone; you moaned loudly, "Yeah, baby, cum for me." Lewis whispered in your ear. You could feel his dogtags dangling on your back.
His pace faltered slightly, "Fuck, baby." He moaned out. He got sloppy, signaling his release. He slowly came to a stop as he finished.
He pulled out of you before lying next to you. He moved his arm around you so you could lie on his chest.
You ran your fingers on his stomach as he kissed your head one last time, "Damn, why didn't we do that sooner?" He asked genuinely. You chuckled and looked up at him.
Your eyes locked once again as you both felt fatigue fall upon you, falling asleep in an embrace.
Hi everyone! 'Tis the season to rewatch Band of Brothers again, so naturally, I also thought about writing for the boys as well.
If anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to reach out! I'm really open to anything (although I'm more used to writing x readers) -- just give me some ideas and I'll see what I can do.
Feel free to send requests, and I'll get to them ASAP.
