Alright, so first off Iâd like to say hi to all the new followers I have gained! Hello! How are you all doing on this fine Tuesday? And secondly I want to thank you guys for all the notes and all of the kind messages, it warms my heart to know that many of you enjoy my work, I never thought that my posts would get this much attention but I am very grateful.
I donât know why it took me so long to address this but, I will no longer be posting fan fiction on this blogâ for now. I donât know if Iâll ever change my mind, but for now I have decided that I wonât write anymore. Thereâs just so much that has happened within the last year that taking a break from writing seemed like the best thing, with a pandemic happening, school and work it all has become too much, and Iâm not even going to lie: have no motivation to write.
I wonât delete the blog, Iâll keep it up so you guys can continue to read all the stuff. Iâll even update the master list and organize it all pretty and stuff.
I canât thank you guys enough for the support and the kind words. Thank you very much, take care of the world and yourselves! â€ïž
A/N: Uhm uhm uhm, this is an apology for not posting anything for like the past FOUR YEARS. I rewatched BoB for the first time in a while and I got in my feels, Iâm not as creative as I was before (LMAO) but I tried my best.
This is unedited as fuck you guys. Enjoy!
The humidity of the hot summer day had all of the guest outside of the church of st Fatima fanning themselves and looking for shade. Who in their right mind would have a summer wedding reception at 1 pm on one of the hottest and most humid days of the summer? Apparently the bride of Major Richard Winters would.
Y/n stood in the shade, she watched on as the many guest from the brides side arrived. All of the guest looking for the nearest tree to stand under. The humidity of the air mixing all of the perfumes, colognes and hair spray, making y/n scrunch up her nose. Y/n came as a plus one to the wedding of Richard Winters and Rosalind Betancourt. A wedding that she wasnât invited to by the bride nor groom, instead, was invited by Lewis Nixon.
There was no invitation, no save the date, nothing in her mailbox. The only reason she knew that the wedding was happening was because of Lewis Nixon. A late Thursday evening the phone rang, and in came Lewis with the delightful news that Richard Winters was marrying the love of his life. Y/n could feel her heard shatter in tiny pieces, reliving the heartbreak over and over again.
She waited for the invitation to arrive, a week and then a month and it never came. It wasnât until Lewis brought up the idea of her coming as his plus one, his date for the night.
âWeâll get shitfaced drunk and dance all nightâ
It was convincing enough really, she hadnât spoken to Dick since a year after she got back home after the war ended. There were some letters exchanged between them here and there, but it wasnât the same after she had confessed her love for him. Those letters were almost forcibly answered by him, letters that never mentioned his engagement or his plans to get married.
Y/n truly believed that he also loved her, it was noticeable to anyone in the 506th. They spent the little free time they had together glued to their hips all through Europe. They were each otherâs rock through the good and the bad. He always offered a shoulder for her to cry on and vent about the unfair and unjust situation. And she offered the same to him, and in those heart to heart conversations they both felt the connection and the spark between them.
But it seemed as if it was all lost the second she took him aside, held on to his hand and spoke those words to him.
âRichard I am in love with youâ
everything after that was different, he held his distance and would walk the other way when she came near him. Y/n truly believed that the special bond and friendship they had between them was forever ruined. He didnât feel the same, and she just ruined it for both. There were no more nights of sitting under the sycamore trees and looking up at the sky. No more heart to heart conversations, she couldnât get up in the middle of the night and look for him to sleep comfortably anymore. It was all ruined, and it was all her fault.
It wasnât until later that Nixon himself explained that he was engaged to be married once he returned home. He had a girl back home who he wrote to whenever he had a chance. Richard loved her more than anything in the world and promised her the wedding of her dreams. The entire time they were in Europe he would talk to Nix about his Rosalind and how much he loved and missed her.
Y/n only felt her heart break into smaller pieces after that. The man that she loved, and grew to love in a time so horrid and cruel belonged to someone else.
-
âWell if it isnât Lieutenant y/l/nâ she knew that voice all too well, it was the voice of the jokester of the company. She smiled softly at Lewis before turning to meet George Luz and his wife. After exchanging pleasantries and hugs between them, she felt a gaze on her. Her eyes shifting over to see Luz staring at her, it was a sad stare. A sad gaze full of pity and sadness.
â something on my face?â Y/n asked, a small forced giggle leaving her before Luz shook his head and stood closer to her.
âYouâre sad Y/n, itâs all over your face.â He spoke lowly and softly as the bells from the church tolled. They both paused as the bells rung, y/n could only swallow hard. âI thought the wedding invitation was going to have your name next to his. Iâm sorry y/nâ he spoke softly before placing his hand on her shoulder and walked away.
Y/n exhaled shakily as the tear welled up in her eyes and the knot formed in her throat. What the hell was she doing there? Why did she come?
âY/nâ Lewis grabbed her arm, she jumped a bit at the sudden contact. Lewis only furrowed his brow and darted his eyes all over her face. He knew this was a bad idea, he knew the entire thing was a horrible situation to put her through. âAre you ready? Everyone is heading inâ he spoke slowly and softly, y/n only breathed in and fixed her dress smoothing out a crease out of nervousness.
âUh, yeah, you wanna head in? Iâm just going to catch some air beforââ
âWe can leave if youâd likeâ Lewis interrupted, y/n looked away from his gaze and shook her head slowly.
âHe would hate you for missing his wedding, and he hate me for making you leaveâ a sad smile appeared on her face, only for Lewis to grab a hold of her hand. âItâs okay, Iâll meet you inside. Let me just compose myself a bit and Iâll meet you in thereâ she assured, Lewis only sighed and agreed before heading in with the rest of the crowd.
âââââââ-
Y/n shakily made her way to a bench near the church, there was a lovely garden with a gorgeous selection of flowers and plants. The beaming sun scorching her skin, she didnât care about anything at this point. She just stared at her feet, trying to muster up the courage to join the rest of the wedding guests in the church.
Y/n pictured Richard in her mind, the tall ginger with a soft gaze and a soft smile plastered on his handsome face. She hadnât seen him in so long, she almost forgot what he smelt like. She had forgotten his voice, and she had altogether forgotten what his embrace felt like.
âWhat the hell am I doing hereâ she said to no one in particular as the tears welled up in her eyes, she only leaned forward and brought her hands up to her face ruining the makeup look she spent so long on. A loud sigh leaving her mouth. The thought of leaving crossed her mind, she knew Lew would understand. He would probably stop by her house afterwards just to check up on her. âI need to get out of hereâ she whispered to herself as she sat back up and straightened her blue dress, there were creases on the fabric she was careful ironing earlier that day. The dress she spent weeks looking for, the perfect dress for Richardâs wedding.
âIâd rather you stayâ a voice startled her out of her thoughts, she placed her hand on her chest and turned to her left only to see him. Y/n swallowed hard as she locked eyes with him, he was as handsome as ever. The suit he wore adorned him perfectly, his red hair combed neatly. Dick only smiled at her softly, and y/n, well y/n wanted to die. âY/nâ
âI didnât think I would get to see you,â she whispered as she stood from the bench, she smoothed her dress out as she stood before him. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster against her ribcage, her ears burning as she looked away from his gaze. âI was planning on leaving as soon as the ceremony concludedâ she confessed, Richard furrowed his brow and took as step closer.
âI didnât think you would come, if Iâm being honestâ he reached for her hand and played with her knuckles. It brought back memories of when they would sit under trees, both of their hands dirty but they never cared. They would talk for hours and hold hands until night fell. Y/n only swallowed hard at the touch, her eyes shifting from her hand over to his own eyes instead.
âLew invited me as his plus one, I⊠well I never really got an invitationâ she spoke softly, Richard closed his eyes and shook his head. âI knew that if Iâd see you I wouldnât go through with it y/nâ y/n felt her heart drop to her stomach, she slowly took her hand back and looked at him with utter disbelief.
âDick,â she started, Richard only shook his head and looked away from her.
âYouâre all I ever think about.â His voice shook, y/n only bit her lip anxiously as the tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She slowly shook her head and tried to speak, but what could she possibly say. Would it be selfish to ask him to cancel everything and leave with her? Would it be selfish if she kissed him and claimed him as her own? âItâs you I want to marry, itâs you who I want a life with. But-â
âRichard, you canâtâ she whispered painfully as the tears rolled down her face. âYou promised her long before, you love herâ he only shook his head and looked down at his feet.
âNo, y/nâ he spoke firmly as he stepped closer to her, the gap between them growing smaller. âThis was arranged long before I left. Iâm fond of her, of courseâ he confessed, she saw the redness in his eyesâ a small chuckle leaving his own mouth as he looked back into her eyes.
âI love you y/nâ y/n closed her eyes and reached up to hug him, holding him close the tears still leaving her eyes as his arms wrapped around her waist. âI canât go through with this, it would be unfair to her and to you. To marry someone I donât loveâ he spoke muffled into her hair, y/n wanted this to be a dream. She couldnât let him do this, not when there were more than 50 guests waiting for him to enter that church and marry the perfect blonde.
âI want to leave now, with you, letâs leaveâ he pulled away and held her face in his hands, placing a loving kiss on her lips. It was a desperate kiss, one that she had been waiting for. The kiss she wanted ever since the first time she had met him.
âYou need to talk to her Richard, you canât leave her at the altarâ that would be ⊠so humiliating for her. She did nothing wrong Richardâ y/n whispered loudly, trying to knock some sense into him. But he only shook his head and placed another kiss on her lips to keep her quiet. âI want you with me more than anything in this world but Richard you canât do this to her.â
âGive me 20 minutes, do not leave without me. Wait for me with Lew, heâll understand my loveâ he spoke fast as she placed another kiss on her forehead âIâll look for youâ he said hurriedly as he walked away, almost running, toward the back of the church.
Y/n closed her eyes, she wanted this. She wanted him, but this was selfish. This was going to hurt a woman who loved Richard, who was excited to marry him and become Mrs. Winters. This was going to hurt her, deeply. And y/n knew it was her fault.
She made her way back to Lew, who was sitting in the pews. The guests murmuring, desperate and anxious as to why the ceremony was taking long to begin. Lewis turned to look at her and tried to read the emotion written all over her face. âOh god what happenedâ he asked turning to her, grabbing a hold of her hand. Y/n only sighed and looked away from his gaze.
âHeâs talking to her Lew,â she whispered slowly, tears welling in her eyes as she stared foward âhe is breaking her heart as we speak.â Lewis only brought his hand to cover his mouth in shock. Y/n nodding slowly as she watched the guests all murmur amongst themselves.
âHe said to wait with you, that you would understand.â Lewis only laughed dryly and shook his head. Y/n could feel her heart pounding faster and faster as the wedding coordinators ran from the entrance toward the altar. She only closed her eyes and turned to Lew with tears in her eyes.
âI knew this would happenâ he whispered as he leaned towards her. âHe begged me not to bring you, he knew he wouldnât go through with itâ Lew spoke lowly as the male coordinator stood before everyone, the guest quieting down as he spoke loudly trying to catch their attention.
âIf I could have everyoneâs attention please!â He called out, his bow tie loosened. He looked disappointed himself, sweating nervously as he waited everyone to quiet down. âThank you all for being here today. Unfortunately, Richard and Rosalind have made the difficult decision to cancel todayâs ceremony due to a private matterâ the ceremony will not take place todayâ the guests all broke out in chatter, in disbelief that this was happening. Y/n only felt her heart pounding louder and louder.
âBoth ask for privacy during this time, and they both hope you understand. Please enjoy the food and drinks provided.â The man looked everywhere, around the room and his eyes somehow landed on y/n. Y/n only felt shame and embarrassment, looking down to her hands as the guests began to stand and head out of the church. âBoth Rosalind and Richard apologize for any shock and inconvenience, thank youâ
Lewis only laughed lowly to himself as he watched everyone get up and walk out of the church. Y/n only stared at the stained glass, praying that she wouldnât be punished for this in the future. âWhat just happened Lew?â She asked in disbelief, Lewis only reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small flask.
âHere, youâre gonna need thisâ
â
They waited in that pew for what seemed forever, she waited and waited. Lew made some comments about Richard leaving her as well. Comments that made her want to cry even more.
Richard confessed his love for her, left his betrothed and cancelled his wedding. In the future he would have to explain why he didnât it to his close friends and family. He would live with that forever, but he did it for y/n. He loved y/n, and thatâs all that mattered.
âY/n, Lewâ his voice came from behind them, Lew only stood up fast and shook his hand before chuckling.
âI knew this would happen Dickâ he confessed with a shit eating grin plastered across his face, Richard only giving him a small laugh. âHere are the keys to the getaway car, Iâll catch a ride with one of the boysâ he handed Richard the keys and patted him on the shoulder.
âJust take care of her pleaseâ Lewis looked at him first before shifting his gaze to y/n.
âOf course I will, I love her more than anythingâ Richard spoke, not breaking eye contact with hers. Lewis only coughed to interrupt the moment
âI meant the Cadillac, but that is completely fine tooâ Lew joked before pulling y/n into a hug. âCall if you need anything, and please for the love of god lay low for a minute.â Y/n nodded and thanked him before Richard did the same. Lewis said his goodbyes before walking out of the church himself.
âSo where do we go now?â Y/n asked as she reached for Dickâs hand. Dick only smiled softly at her and brought their interwoven hands up to his mouth and placed a kiss.
[PROMPT] Two sexually frustrated medics in a foxhole, and a grunt who won't leave them alone. Sometimes, you just got to say eff it and do what you got to do, regardless of the audience.
tw// mdni (18+), adult content, sexual content, Babe in the cuck...hole? bc there sure ain't a chair, stubborn voyeurism
"I ain't movin' a damned inch. It's fuckin' freezin out there, there are two warm bodies in here, and my balls are frozen in place. I ain't fuckin' movin'."
That was the start of it. Glum. There was mortification seizing your frame, Eugene's face turned into stone, and the awkward question squashed under the flat of Babe's boots as he roosted in place between the two of you. Proposition killed. Hope trampled. And it wasn't due to the cold that the heat that coiled in your belly was rapidly extinguished.
Although the remnants licked in the dark gaze that never wavered across from you.
Damn.
"I ain't movin' for shit."
And by the end of it? Well...
"Gene!"
No amount of snow in Bastogne was going to put out the fire.
No amount of a stubborn Edward James Heffron impeding you both was going to stop what was happening. No amount of his gun, his adamant statue of a body, and no mouth. None. Time after time, no after no, each foxhole assignment by Lip and Guarnere to have the three of you together was agonizing, and it was all for Babe's sake.
"Ain't too bad to have two docs with you as a grunt."
Well, it was too bad for this grunt in particular, because his two docs were preoccupied with each other, and one doc was sure as hell putting in the work for two. Literally in. Because the way you were deliriously hot in the dense snowfall, curling your toes in your boots as Eugene thrusted up into you, he really was putting in that work that no other man could do.
Hitting it just right. Laying that pipe that had you pleading for god as you held on to his back, legs trembling around his hips. He breathed deeply into your neck as the two of you were intertwined, and you swore it was impossible for him to wrangle another orgasm out of you so soon.
"Ohhhhâ"
Too fucking bad. Because he did. Again and again and again. You squeezed like hell, screaming into the collar of Gene's overcoat as you came around his cock once more. Desperately, like a drowning sailor holding onto their raft, you clawed at his beck, latching onto the straps of his kit while you rode your high. White, hot, blinding flashes of light blended into the albedo affect in the space above you.
You were falling, falling, falling, and there was Eugene to catch you, groaning heatedly into the softness of your cheek. You eagerly met his tongue as the two of you kissed messily as you rode out the last vestiges of your release. If you weren't already purring in pleasure at his appreciative whispers taking up the spaces in between each kiss, you sure were cooing in delight. Gene murmured gingerly against your throat and sighed, slowly getting to moving again and carrying your lax body in his hold.
"Dat good, Sha?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"Mmmmmhmmmm. Yeah, I like that, Geney. Oh!" Nimble gloved fingers caressed the skin of your chest, sliding to tease your nipples. He'd carefully parted your coat to slide a hand underneath while the other grabbed the meat of your ass, and you wished the bitter cold and thick winter gear were replaced with warmth and nakedness. "Eugene."
Tightening your thighs around him, you toyed with the bob of his Adam's apple with your lips. Delicious. Heady. Both your orgasm and the scent of his skin. Albeit your release had hit you, he was more than attentive in the way he knew how to drive in and out just right and have you lolling your head back once more.
And look dead straight into Babe Heffron's eyes.
His hand was trembling. You saw how his cigarette shook in between his fingers, the dead stare of his eyes into yours. Thing nearly burned to nothing with how he gripped onto remnants of the filter. Hooded eyes, breaths labored, and he didn't do anything in the foxhole for the last half hour.
Except watch the two of you. Unmoving, like he was in a trance, and if Eugene wasn't toying with the area where he was joined to you, you'd give him shit for being a pervert and not saying a word. Maybe he tried. God fucking knew he would; he always had a smart mouth for everything, with an attitude that could send a general into a fit without a care. What? No bark or bite, none of that Philly street attitude coming out of that gob? Babe could give shit on a platter, both literally and figuratively, for free, and a scenario like this was a prime case he could take to the comedy club.
But instead, he watched. Said nothing. Eugene had murmured an apology to you, something about being unable to wait, and had buried his face into your bosom to suckle, and that was when you knew Babe Heffron, for the first time in his life, couldn't say anything. Not a word. He wanted to, you could tell. Lord, how he wanted to.
"Ohhhhh, Geney," you breathily moaned, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "Oh, shit."
You'd never been great in the arts, but your poor performance in high school theater could be avenged by the oomph you put into the now. Some sauce, some extra something something for the frozen machine gunner who looked like he didn't know what the hell he was doing in Europe. Fun. A revenge, if you will, for how much he interrupted all the times you and your fellow medic tried to have some much needed intimacy. Could've spared you both, but no. Instead, he had insisted on sticking to the both of you like a hungry tick, and you couldn't give a rat's ass if it was intentional blue-balling or not.
If you and Eugene had to suffer, he had to suffer, and you grinned at the bemused man looking at you before he quirked his lip in acknowledgement.
Two docs could play this game, and Eugene was in. He understood. He gave you an amused expression.
Before he clamped his hands onto your waist and thrusted up.
"OHMYGODâ
"EUGENE!"
He was all in. Maybe too in, because you swore that there was a stretch beyond the stretch, and he enjoyed being in your ploy a little too much.
"Be careful: You done bit off more than you can chew. Too much for you now, n'est-ce pas?"
Didn't say a word, but you could recall his sigh and mini lecture after you got too cocky and went big on a bet in a drinking game. Couldn't turn down an offer when it involved your pride, and in between Doc Roe and you swapping spit, your grudge against Liebgott and Guarnere grew. Those bastards knew how you were, yet they egged you on. If your Geney wasn't there to finish those pints, you would've been screwed.
Okay. Well, technically, Babe had swooped in after throwing hands with a mess of drunk G.I.s in First Battalion after they were leering at you, but you refused to give the Irishman any more of your reliance. Heâd always been protective over the âAngelâ of Easy Company, but somehow he had you under his supposed protection after you and Geney hit it off. Either that, or he was overly fond of being sandwiched by medics, yet he looked like heâd rather be bedridden than be tended to by Spina.
Yeah, everyone heard you two fucking by now. The din of lounging grunts and snow wasnât enough to hide the yelp you gave when Eugene shifted down and had your sex grinding down on his pubic area. Different angle, same dick, same Eugene, but with amusement crinkling in the corner of his eyes. He cupped your nape with a firm hand and swallowed the rest of your cries.
Then regarded you with no further room for argument.
You heard the man. The first part, yes. The second partâŠYou pouted, suddenly mewling when your man thrusted up in admonishment, knowing how catty you were going to be at the thought of rewarding Babe. Because really, that grunt deserved no reward! Did Eugene not realize Babe was cockblocking him on purpose, using the cold as an excuse? How many times did the two of you try to get intimate, subtly dropping hints at Heffron to leave the two of you alone. But, no, whether it was a foxhole like now or time off, he comfortably wedged himself in between your relationship, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Excuses upon excuses. Or, these days, they werenât excuses; they were demands. Yet, here, at this time and place, with Eugeneâs cock buried inside of you, you couldnât say no to a single demand, according to your brain. The poor thing had gone to mush at loving lips on your nipples and hands in your hair and a finger tracing where the two of you were joined and the thrill of having an audienceâ
âI-Iâm clumsy,â you whined, trying to gain your strength and feeling awkward leaning back.
âDonâ worry none. You know dat Iâve got you.
Suddenly, you stilled. You quietly turned around to look at the man behind you and noted the flush of his skin, his wide eyes, a dead tab hanging from his mouth, and how heâd morphed into a statue. Watching you. Barely breathing, as if a single audible pant would ruin the spell, and that this was all a dream, a dud cooked up from being delirious from snow and fatigue. The infamous Edward James "Babe" Heffron, from the worst bastard to mess with, to the meekest.
He said nothing when you arched your back. Did nothing but stare, transfixed, most likely at your lewd position, and you didn't doubt he wished all clothes were off. Well, too damned bad. He should be lucky that you never argued with Eugene, your angel. Lucky that said angel never protested Babe's incessant distance. Lucky that he indicated that indicated nothing was amiss about the strange bond between the two of them. A grunt and his beloved doc; a machine gunner who took no shit and his medic who patched up broken bones and hearts. A twofer.
And you and your catty ass needing to show that said doc was yours, and yours only.
Okay, then. You'll give him a show. Won't ask him for help, but you'll use him as your help. That was what your man said, after all.
And wouldn't he like that...
"Mmmmmm," you hummed, sliding your hand onto the ankle of one jump boot, then other on a sturdy thigh. Hard muscle and want jumped under your touch as you eased back onto the other man. "Don't let me fall, Eugey."
Like he'd ever. "You knows I won't. Be nice to da bow, now."
"I'll try."
Oh, you'll do more than try, all right. If Babe Heffron wanted to be part of this interlude, than he should be more than willing to be the bass clef to your keening treble. And put on a show, you would.
Suddenly, there was a sharp masculine exhale, before: "Doc, Iâ"
Refusing to let Babe speak, you raised your hips up, feet planted firmly on either side of Eugene, and got to work. You didn't want to hear anything come out of him except pants and begging. No argument. No requests, either, because you weren't that generous. Blooming satisfaction coiled in your gut as you heard him curse; not at your antics, of course. You were sure of that.
That was a curse of want. Of need. Of curiosity and utter hunger for absolution. To give him what he craved. And he was waiting there like a mutt with a bone trailing all over his maw, relying on its owner to give him the go-ahead.
Did Doggy want a bone? Well, Doggy needed to correct that behavior of his.
"Ohhhh, Eugey," you theatrically moaned, throwing your head back and looking Babe right dead in his eyes. "It's sooooo good." You gyrated in circles as you raised onto the tip of your man's dick, your guts becoming a mess when a guttural noise so utterly primal in nature was hitting all types of sensory receptors in your brain. Like music to your ears. No further fingers needed to tease. "Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahâ"
Up and down, up and down, purposefully making shit squelch and pulsate and get right on messy, giggling in delight when Heffron's stoic Doc Roe snagged you in for a nasty kiss. Tongue and spit and lips so enmeshed it was hard to tell if breathing was optional or mandatory. You were in on it, and he was in on it. Rare to see such play from a man like him, so when he did engage, it was thorough. He'd see the arrangement from end-to-end, and when you slid your hand up further to grip onto Babe's shin, he clamped his hands around the fat of your hips and dug in his thumbs.
"Eugene!"
The hip bone to the innermost part of your thigh. The junction between your groin and hip. Illiac crest and sensitive nerves and skin. He knew it was one of the most pleasurable areas for you, and when he massaged them, you clenched down hard. Bore down. Wrestled Doc's head to be upon your bosom as you hung on for dear life.
"Sha."
Babbling incoherently, nothing made sense but pleasure and feel and touch and the smell of cigarettes and soap. Lips on yours. Then lips tasting and sucking on your delicate nipples, a greedy hand having its fill of your ass. Somehow, you still rode his cock, as if your hips had a mind of their own, letting your mind blank in a sea of white light. The roaring tides and glimmering waves and blinding sun and all that created a cacophony of sensation electrified your skin.
He was tense. You felt your way around the lean leg that you've seen kill a man with a single swing, but was obedient to your whims. How glorious, this utter obedience that juxtaposed the gritty character of its owner. The feel of Babe's musculature was solid and hot, even in the bitter cold. You raised the other hand to now land closer to a forbidden part that was much too big of a reward for an asshole like him. Testing the waters. Testing what Eugene would say. Briefly, there was a minute showing of surprise in his features, not so much of apprehension, but of questioning at your own boundaries flexing when you boasted prior of its rigidity.
Pleasure was not only in sex. Pleasure was in confidence at asserting your place. Asserting Babe's place in this strange mixup between you three. Pleasure in him watching; so, so, so close, yet unable to touch. Because there was pleasure in knowing that he'd been tamed, pleasure at knowing he was searching Doc Roe's face for permission, absorbing his pleasure, being pleasured at seeing such pleasure. Pleasure touching him, holding him, manipulating him to and fro, without the literal consumption he salivated for.
Now, that was the real pleasure. That was his reward. There was knowing in your eyes that transferred between the three of you. Fingers creeping closer and closer. A touch and feel of all too apparent masculinity beneath his pants.
A touch and then remission. A groan of frustration that delighted your ears. And you laughed playfully, manic, as renewed drive fueled Eugene to drive you to completion. Renewed vigor. Carnality at seeing untested waters and silent taboo, unspoken.
He liked what he saw. The other 'he' liked what he saw.
"Fuck, I-I-I'm so close!
"Eugene!"
And you let yourself fall into that blinding sea with a choked scream that Eugene was all too happy to swallow.
"OHMYGODâ"
You came. Hard. You came and came and came and no sole cause was the victor this time. Because it was from the thick cock that always stretched you out right, hit it right, messed those guts up right, was all right in all of the right places. But it was also from your purchase on a man that wasn't laying mad pipe on you. Because it was from sloppy exchanges between lips, that Cajun French seducing you to mania. But there were low whispers that fed your ego behind you. Labored breaths tickling your nape, labored breaths shared in front of you. Southern, genteel confidence. Sharp Northern attitude that was utterly placated. The doing. Then the watching. The knowing.
The could be. The maybe. The hot mouth feasting upon your neck, the hands around your waist, the quiet and sure filth fed to you that had you spasming harder and longer than ever. And then the let me that you knew wanted everything and anything that was presented to him. This wasn't just sex and getting off and rushed exchanges.
"Sha, moi aussi, Iâ"
This was new. This was beyond convention. And you'd be lying if there wasn't dark excitement and satisfaction, and that it was far too late to play coy. You could tell the curiosity was the catalyst in how utterly different Eugene came this time. A sound so raw, so carnal, reverberated into your chest as he finished, driving you to a peak higher than the other. Euphoria.
He brought you so close, you really did feel as if the two of you had become one, even through layers of thick wool and cotton. He held on, as if you were his lifeline this time, reinforced by a presence that was still obediently at heel. Still waiting on bated breaths, perhaps still playing his part because he was in the know.
He must've known. Else, he'd have cut through the bullshit ages ago, taking what he deemed was his. He knew. He knew well. There was no way he didn't. He knew that playing the bulwark had his precious doc filling up that condom he'd given to said doc himself. He knew about how you liked it rough and in which subtle ways, because who was to say that he never dropped casual comments about it over beers, man-to-man? How could he not know that observing, being so close to tasting, but exercising restraint, was the canary in the coal mine?
Explosive. That was how the sex was this time. Dynamite. Pleasure so blinding that you mourned the Trojan between the two of you. Pleasure so wicked, you keened as you fell from the heights of your ego and pride, shattering into a million pieces. Grabbing onto which man, you didn't know, nor did you care.
Because you were falling, falling, falling, bursting bright like a star in the heavens above. Falling into tangled arms and limbs, surrounded by voices and scents familiar and the forbidden. The last recollection you had as you came apart were two pairs of eyes on you, and you let yourself drown in the depths of their gaze.
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"I ain't movin'."
You balked at hearing Heffron shoot back his rebuttal immediately, lighting up a cigarette as he hopped into the foxhole with his machine gun. He eased himself down into the foxhole and looked up, one leg resting on top of the bent other without a care in the world. Snug as a bug in a rug, that one, having the surefire confidence to pat two spaces next to him.
"Get in, my doc-ies. My balls are freezin' off."
"Doc-ies?" you flatly asked, rolling your eyes while you and Lieutenant Lipton regard him in exasperation. "You know what, don't bother explaining that. Also, you can't keep getting away with this, Babe. Lip needs you to head over to Guarnere and Gordon."
There went that half-shut eye and silence that was far too loud with how much attitude was in it. Crazy how the lack of words was more argumentative, with cool acknowledgement, and hitting you guys back with double the ire. It was the look of that cocked cigarette in those lips. Nonchalant eyes and that slouch. He wasn't planning on moving one bit, and you sighed when you saw that he'd already moved your and Eugene's rucks into the foxhole already.
Strategic planning for a grunt who could throw hands with no plan. Ugh.
"Babe, Captain Winters already determined the formationâ"
"You know, Lip, I kinda saw something real interestin' at 0450 two nights ago," Babe suddenly interrupted, taking a lazy drag of his tab as he grinned and leveled clear eyes at Doc Roe, who came to see what the commotion was. "Third watch, you know. Patrolling, and whatnot, with Malark.
"Heard some stuff, too. Something about 'Sir' and 'private photos'. 0450, and you and Lieutenant Speirs thought it was a good time to have a 'planning session', I guess."
You blinked and looked at the tall man next to you, who weirdly had a strange expression on his face that you couldn't name. He seemed tense all of a sudden, and had turned mute. Confused, you were going to ask if he was all right, when suddenly, the next few words sealed your fate for another cursed night.
"Hoob told me he found some of your stuff this morning. Belt and a dog tag. Found a packet with some real interesting photos in it, tooâ"
"Babe, your post is with the medics until further notice. Where is Hoobler?" was the lieutenant's immediate response.
"Eh. I think I recall him goofin' around and clownin' off to Lieutenant Speirs, actuallyâ"
And he was off. Within a split second, Lip had strode away from the three of you without looking back, disappearing into the snow and leaving one person laughing, the other two in confusion. You awkwardly looked at Eugene. Then looked at Babe.
Then sighed. "Okayyyyyy. Now, what the hell was that all about?
"Also: Are you serious? Again? Eugeeeeeennnnneee. Do somethinggggg."
Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Itâs a mf Christmas miracle my guy. I havenât written anything in like two years but here yâall go. This is my peace offering đ€ČđŒ
Yâall know Iâm a Joe Toye hoe. Enjoy lads
As always , this is hella unedited
The wood of the worn out bed squeaked as both Joeâs and Y/nâs bodies moved rhythmically. Joe knew that they had to replace the old bed frame, but there was no time to focus on that, no. Not when His senses were taken over by her. He snapped his hips back and forth, his hips digging deeper as y/n wrapped her legs around his waist. y/nâs hands held onto him for dear life, her delicate fingers digging into his skin.Â
Lips locked together, it was heaven. If it were up to joe toye he would love to stay wrapped in her legs, pulling him close with a perfect view of his girl. Y/n softly pulling away, her soft pants as she bit her bottom lip. It was the perfect view to wake up to.Â
Joe could feel himself nearing his desired high, he grunted soflty before snaking his hand where the two of them met at the hips. If he was going to reach that high, he wanted to meet it with her. His lips crashing into hers once again as his fingers around the desired spot, within a few movements of his fingers, it was enough to have y/n breaking the kiss and let out a loud held back moan. Eyes shutting y/n threw her head back and he continued with the pace of his hips and the movements with his fingers.
Joe watched, admired her face. He couldve sworn that in that moment, just then, caught in the haze of pleasure, y/n was the most beautful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. It was as if time slowed, losing himself as he admired the beauty of his lover, he felt her walls convulsing around him. It was enough to making him lower himself to the crook of her neck, soft moans leaving y/nâs mouth as he adjusted. Taking in her scent, he placed sloppy kisses near her ear, his teeth grzing her neck as the pressure in his body reahced the limit.Â
âoh fuckâ he moaned, his movements grew faster and uneven as he chased his pleasure. Y/n panted heavily, her moans louder than before as she gripped onto him for dear life. Shutting his eyes, he had the image of y/n a few seconds before, had been burned into his mind. It was enough to semd his senses into overdrive.Â
Grunts followed, his mind lost in his pleasure, he breathed heavily as he thrusted into y/n who had tigheted her grip on his shoulders. Without registering, he let a confession slip from his own mouth, âI love youâ
With the last thrust, y/n closed her eyes and caught her breath as he placed soft kisses along her jaw. Y/n tried to replay what had happened seconds before, he had said it. He had finally said it.Â
He fell on the spot besides y/n, both of them still catching theri breaths as morning light from besides them warmed their skin. Tying to control his own breathing, joe placed his arm over his closed eyes as he processed what he had just said. Its not what he said, its when he said it.Â
He mentally cursed at himself, yes he loved her very much, he wanted to tell her before he left for training,he had been aware of these feelings for months. He just didnt want to confess it like this.Â
âDid you, uhm, did you mean it?ââ y/nâs voice interrupted his thought process, her voice soft as she gripped onto the sheets softly. Joe removed his arm from his eyes, and sighed before opening his arm inviting her to lay on his chest.Â
âof course I meant it, dollâ he whispered as y/n scooted over and laid her head on his chest. She could feel the thumping of his heart, it was racing at about 1,000 miles per hourâ just like hers. In that very moment, she couldâve gotten up from that exact position and done front and back flips. She felt nothing but joy and love for the man that just confessed that he loved her.
Joe on the other hand was getting concerned. Either she had fallen asleep or she didnât appreciate the fact that he had just confessed his love for her. Yeah, he waited months and yeah it took him time to say it. But now he was scared, he kind of wished he had taken that back.
âYou alright doll?â He asked clearing his throat, a little dry as a thousand thought ran through his head. Fuck, maybe he should have done this before. And maybe not in the middle of morning sex. Fuck fuck fuck.
âOf course I am, Joeâ she sighed, sitting up. He admired the way her messy hair fell onto her face as she wrapped the sheets over her exposed skin. âI love you tooâ she confessed, a small warm smile on her face. Joe chuckled, he felt the relief wash away as he pulled her into him.
âYou not lyinâ are you doll?â
âNo baby,â she giggled as she smothered her face in his chest. âIâve loved you since the first day I saw you.â Joe smiled and felt his heart flutter. He turned to her and placed a long kiss on her forehead.
âKinda wish it wouldâve been more romantic ya know?â He laughed, y/n only giggled and reached up to kiss him.
hii!!! just hopping by to say i read In Your Arms and OMGLKASJFLCSAJLCJF IT IS SO CUTE AND SOFT AND GAVE ME SO MANY FEELINGS đđđ I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OKAY I'M DONE NOW. HAVE A LOVELY DAY (OR NIGHT) đđđ
đ„°đ„°đ„° yâall are so cute, thank you! Iâm glad you enjoyed it đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Not a request, itâs a question. Did you delete Newlywed pt 1 and pt 2 posts?
Hiiii đ«đ« yeah dude. I never took it off the master list, main reason I took it off was because someone kept commenting that the stuff I wrote wasnât accurate with anything canon with Jason Todd and the dc universe so I just deleted it. Sorry đ
You guys I havenât logged into this account in like over a year and I am so overwhelmed with all of the support and love you leave on my posts đđđâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Iâm thinking of coming back to write some stuff here and there but, I donât quite know yet!
(Btw I got married you guys!!!! đ„șâ€ïž and it wasnât to joe toye đ€§ but yes! I have been a very busy married woman lady for the past year man, and itâs just been very very new to me đ)
Hello i just wanna say that i fell in love with your eugene roe smut its so amaziiiiiiingg and maybe can i request a smut with eugene roe?? Where he just got back from war and he miss the reader and her prayers, so like he ask the reader to pray while doing 'it' but coulnd finish it because of him (ya know what i mean) so he finish it for her,, It would be like so sweet and gentle but like rough and filthy at the same time If your not comfortable with this itss finee,,,
ask: lowkey iâm terrified of asking you to write things because iâm scared of your talent and your writing always makes me feel things, and iâm just a lil bit intimidated ok. but might i request this one âThatâs a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.â with penkala maybe? just because heâs one of my faves and thereâs not much out there for him (this is @gottapenny btw) xx
A/n: aww cutie thank you so much! Iâve never written for Penkala but I believe he deserves more love and recognition. Thank you so much love and I hope you enjoy!Â
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For a minute y/n had forgotten the task at hand, she closed her eyes and thought about her home. How there was always a soft tune that played throughout her motherâs kitchen, how y/n could sit for hours on end and watch her mother gracefully hum and cook dinner. For that minute, she thought about the warm sunlight that would dance on her skin as she smiled ear to ear when her mom would pull the delicious apple pie from the oven.
And then suddenly her eyes shot open, a gasp leaving her mouth before groaning. Her eyes shot open as she placed her left hand on her chest, a cough leaving her mouth as she noticed she was laying on top of the debris. The sudden realization of what had happened minutes before came to her, the German soldier that fumbled with the grenade. she was grateful that he threw it towards the building she was standing in front of, and not directly at her. but even then, she had been part of that explosion.
coughing again she tried to use her right hand to prop herself up, the sudden ringing in her ears slowly came to a stop. The bullets and yelling that flew through different parts of the town Easy was trying to capture. Y/n winced out in pain as she tried to sit up, her arm stinging and burning in pain. Her glance wandered over to the german and noticed he was unresponsive, burns scattered over his face and hands.
âY/l/n!â her head snapped to the right and watched two familiar faces make their way towards her. All she could do was sigh in relief at the sight of Muck and Penkala.
âAlright, you good?â Muck asked, as he crouched down y/n swallowed hard and gave him a slight nod. He grabbed her right arm, trying to help her up. But instead, she yelled out in pain, holding back her tears before he let go.
âIâm gonna throw upâ she groaned as she leaned against Alex as Skip set her arm on her lap and repeatedly apologized. She was in pain, her arm was ten times worse than before and her head felt as if it was going to explode.
âgo get Roeâ; Penkala instructed as she sniffled, before loosely letting her own head fall back. Penkala only panicked and reached for her, a small groan leaving her mouth. His eyes wide, scared that she was going to die on him. âwhoa hey!â he cried as y/n muttered gibberish under her breath and opened her eyes again.
âguh⊠I miss my momâ she spoke her voice strained, Alex opened her mouth to speak but instead, she groaned again. âPenk, whatâs wrong with my arm?â she asked, her voice groggy as she tried to pick her head up. Her eyes wandering over to him, slightly moaning as she saw two of the same man. âoh thatâs not rightâŠâ
Alex looked over to her other side and noticed the sudden shape of her right arm. His eyes widened at the sight of her broken arm. âwell⊠thatâs a bit of an interesting angle for that to go atâŠâ he mused y/nâs eyes widened again
âwhat do you mean?â she called out, Alex shook his head and immediately regretted saying that out loud.
âHey, donât worry about it. Iâm sure Doc Roe will fix you u-â before he could finish comfort her, her hand raised to his cheek and kept it there. Alex furrowing his brows at the sudden movement.
âYou like apple pie? âcause my mom,â she swallowed hard and closed her eyes again, âmy mom makes a great apple pie. And I want her to meet the boy that makes me.. laugh so muchâ she rambled, stopping every few seconds to swallow. Alex sat there speechless, he couldnât believe it.
âis that so?â he asked, y/n only groaned again. Alex raised his head the second he heard footsteps approach. Both Eugene and Skip shocked at the sight of y/n groggily trying to hold her head straight. Eugene made his way towards her and examined her, confirming that she was concussed and had a broken arm. Once the Jeep had arrived Eugene and Alex carrying her towards the stretcher on the Jeep.
âYou promise youâll meet my mom?â y/n asked, closing her eyes. Eugene froze and thought about the question thinking it was directed towards him. As she opened her eyes again she realized the look on his face. ânot youâŠwellâŠyou can come too. you like apple pie?â she asked, Alex only shook his head at the rambling. Eugene gave her a nod with a small smile before walking towards the passenger seat of the jeep. âyou promise me or what?â
âIâll check my schedule,â he assured a small chuckle leaving his mouth as he waved goodbye. Y/n giggled to herself as she caught onto the joke. And then slowly the Jeep started moving away from Penkala who had a smile plastered on his face.
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*sorry if I missed any one itâs been a while uhhhh*
Two in the morning. Eugeneâs eyelids felt heavy as he walked in the cold, the places that were usually so filled with light, and people were now empty and dark. The busy streets not too far from her home were now abandoned, the stoplights switching from red to green illuminating the wet roads. Eugene took a couple more quick steps before standing on the edge of the sidewalk. Looking both ways as he exhaled shakily before crossing the empty street to the other side.
When he received her call, the phone just outside his bedroom rang loudly three times before he realized that he wasnât dreaming. Quickly getting up, he placed it onto his ear, the soft breaths from the other line before a small â...heyâ was spoken. He at first was scared, petrified that something had happened to y/n. His slumber was shaken the second the millions of possibilities ran through his mind.
âAre you hurt?â He asked, as he reached for the jacket that was folded over the chair near the telephone. Y/n froze and inhaled shakily; he waited for her response as he slipped his arm into the sleeve.
âI had another nightmare,â she whispered into the phone, her voice saddened. Eugene sighed; it pained him to know that it was still happening. And that perhaps, the reoccurring nightmares would never stop. It had been two years since they had gotten off the ship from Europe. Two years since they had been thrown back into their regular lives, although it wasnât like it was before.
âIâll be there in ten minutes.â
*
He brought his knuckles up to the wooden door, and he knew it had a cherry stained finish to it. In the dark, it looked like any other door, but he knew it all too well. A soft knock would suffice to alert her that he had arrived. He waited, counted the seconds before he heard the padding on the other side.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Eugene stood as straight as he could when he heard the lock click. And softly, the creaking of the door was loud enough to be heard through the empty hallway. Maybe her trusty old neighbor Doris would have listened to the hinges of the door and their squeakiness. But that didnât matter, what mattered was that y/n was in front of him. He could see her outline, the soft light from her living room behind her.
âThank you,â She whispered as she closed her eyes tight. The flashing images came and went even when she was awake, and it was all too real. All like she was back in Caretan or back in Hagenau. But in his arms, she felt safe. They were like that for what seemed an eternity, neither of them pulling apart. Not until she realized that her tears had soaked through the fabric on his chest. Pulling her head away, she looked up to meet his tired eyes, she felt like a burden. Always calling, always needing him. Reaching for his hand, she guided him to her bedroom, and he knew the routine all too well.
They never talked about it, never talked about the nightmares. She never spoke about the screams and all the blood, the sounds of bullets, and cries of the dying. Instead, she just wanted to lay with him. Wrapped in his arms as they both let the exhaustion take over.
Pulling the covers from his reserved spot, y/n watched, and fixed her pillow. After situating themselves, he saw a small tired smile on her lips. She inched towards him as Eugene wrapped his arms around her, her face nestled into his chest as his heart thumped softly.
âIâm sorry, Geneâ She whispered, Eugene only sighed and placed a kiss on her forehead.
âDonât be,â he whispered back as y/n closed her eyes. âIâm here, youâre okay.â His accent was making her heart flutter as she slowly opened her eyes again. Eugene only held her closer to his chest and closed his own eyes.
Y/n sighed as she thought about him still being there in the morning. His arms wrapped around her, and his soft voice is greeting her. She felt safe in his arms; they were her home.
A/n: Listen, I uh this wasn't requested, but I really hope you enjoy it, Also happy new year and I hope all of you are thriving.
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The sunlight danced on her skin as she walked down the gravel path, Luz and Malarkey, just in front of her. Both of them talking about what they would do the second they got back to the states. With the war coming to an end, it was a question that was thrown around a lot. Y/n had dreamed about being home ever since she arrived in Toccoa.Â
But she soon realized that she didnât really have a home to go to. Her parents seemed to disowned her after she decided to volunteer, never writing to her even after she wrote dozens of letters to them. She thought of the pain on her motherâs face the last time she looked back as she carried her bags and hopped onto the taxi.Â
â-y/l/n?â Luz called; it was then that she snapped out of her thoughts. Both of the men ahead of her watched her in confusion as she stopped and stared at the trees. Y/n blinked rapidly before opening her mouth to speak, but nothing really came. Instead, she sighed and walked faster, fast enough to catch up with the men who were back to conversing.
*
Sitting on one of the steps just outside one of the hotels, y/n stared at nothing in particular. Lost in thought, many of those thoughts, including her parents, what she would do after, everything she had seen, and all the friends she had made. There was an impending fear within her, one that made her want to hold on tight to each boy in the company. All the boys in the company were like her brothers. A new little big family she was happy to have, with a few friends who she had lost in the process.Â
âAnyone sitting here?â Y/n clicked her tongue and turned to the side, the voice belonging to Ron. The image of the handsome man appeared before her, her mind clear from all the thoughts as her eyes darted over his messy hair.Â
âReserved for a handsome thiefâ y/n teased, smiling as she looked away. Hearing a scoff as he took a seat next to her on the concrete step. Her eyes wandered towards the sky painted with reds and oranges, hints of yellows peeking through.Â
âQuite beautiful, isnât it?â He asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Y/n didn't peel her gaze from the gorgeous sky as she rested her head on his shoulder.Â
âHow was your day Ron?â she asked, taking in the scent of his musk. Her eyes trailing upwards to follow the curve of his jawline. Ron only sighed as he states straight ahead. Right then and there y/n knew that he had a thousand of his own concerns bothering him.Â
âyou want me to be honest?â he asked, pouting a bit, y/n shifted her body just enough to pay her full and undivided attention to him.Â
âalwaysâ
âIt was long and tiring,â he chuckled, y/n exhaled and waited for him to look at her. âI wrote reports and letters of recommendation all day,â he sighed, y/n reached for his hand and interlaced her finger with his.Â
They were quiet for a few seconds, the silence was comforting. With his arms wrapped around her shoulders as they watched the colors of the sky slowly fade into darker and darker shades. The soft evening wind blew a strand of her hair, which tickled her cheeks.Â
âI canât believe itâs really overâ y/n whispered with a content sigh, it was the same phrase she repeated to herself ever since VE and VJ Day were announced. Ron turned his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.
 âWhat are you doing after this?â He asked y/n exhaled and closed her eyes.
âProbably get a snack, take a shower I donât knowâ she unintentionally spoke, Ron furrowed his brows at her answer. Trying to hold back a chuckle as he stared at y/n waiting for her to catch on. Y/n turning to the man as she tried to figure out why he was quiet, suddenly realizing her mistake âoh! You meant after afterâ she asked, Speirs slowly nodded and laughed. His eyes shut as y/n tried to hide her smile. âHey!â
âProbably shouldâve worded that better, what are you doing after the war?â He asked again, a smile on his face as y/n sighed.
âI donât know yet,â she sighed, a sad smile on her lips as she thought of her parents. Did they really mean everything they had said to her? âI donât know where I'm going, I don't really have a place back in the statesââ she chuckled, trying to hide the sadness in her voice as she picked at her nails. Ron sighed and let go of her shoulders, moving the loose strand of hair behind her ear.Â
âY/n,ââ he whispered as he brought a finger under her chin to lift her face up. Their eyes meeting once again faces inches apart. Her eyes traveled down and stared at his lips. âWherever you decide to go,â he whispered, resting his for each against hers.Â
âHmmâ
âIâll follow you anywhereââ he finished, y/n chuckled and sighed in relief. âYou want to go to Greece? Texas or New Zeland, y/n I will follow you wherever you go,â he whispered, y/n felt her heart thump quicken against her chest.Â
âAnywhere, huh?ââ she asked, leaning in to connect her lips with his. The kiss was soft, slow. Her hand traveling to rest on the side of his face before he pulled away. A happy smile plastered on his mouth as their noses brushed against each other.
