#requested writing

When Josuke opens the door to let you in, it's with a shyer smile than usual. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing your bag to take to his room.

"Yeah, so my mom is gonna be gone for a couple days, visiting a friend. We have the house to ourselves this weekend." He gives a nervous chuckle, and you smile right back.

"I do love your mom, but it'll be nice to get some alone time with you," you tease as he opens the door to his bedroom. Josuke places your bag on a chair before sitting on the bed, tugging you into his lap.

"Mmm, yeah?" He kisses you more deeply, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as you melt into him with a sigh. He kisses your nose for good measure as he pulls away. "I've been looking forward to this all week."

"You see me every day, you know."

"That's not what I meant." You laugh softly, nerves and excitement swirling in your stomach.

"I know. I've been looking forward to this, too." You kiss him again, and you shiver as Josuke's warm hands slip under your shirt, resting on your back as if he were waiting for permission for more. You lean your forehead against his with a sigh.

"Are you nervous?" His voice is barely above a whisper.

"I'm so nervous. Are you?" You're fairly sure you know the answer from the way Josuke's biting his lip, but you want the reassurance of hearing your boyfriend say it out loud.

"I am, too. Are you sure you're okay to do this tonight?" You nod.

"Please, Josuke..." Your voice comes out breathy with need. "I'm ready if you are." He kisses your forehead, cupping your face gently in his palm.

"You're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?" You open your mouth to respond, but all you can manage is a gasp as Josuke starts to trail hot, lingering kisses along your neck.

"Oh... Jojo... Mm, I could say the same— same thing about you," you manage, and he chuckles, the sound of it vibrating against your skin.

"Feels good?"

"So good..." Josuke sucks at your neck, leaving what you know in the back of your mind is going to be a dark hickey tomorrow, but you tilt your head to give him better access. Your fingers play at the hem of his shirt as he meets your eyes. “Can I?”

Your boyfriend chuckles, nodding as he lets you help him undress. Your fingers graze slowly over the warmth of his chest as he pulls his shirt over his head. He guides you out of your clothes as well, until you’re both left in only your underwear. Josuke’s eyes linger hungrily on the soft, lacy fabric that hugs your body so perfectly.

“Did you wear that just for me?” His voice is a whisper, almost reverent, and you know he wants to touch you. You smile shyly as you gently take his hands and guide them to your body, giving him the go ahead to touch as much as he’d like.

“I did. Do you like it?” Josuke’s cheeks are dusted red.

“Every time I think you can’t possibly be any more beautiful…. You look amazing.” You move to straddle his lap again, both of you letting your hands wander as you nip at Josuke's bottom lip, kissing him more deeply than you've kissed anyone as your hips rock against his. Jojo lets out a low, tantalizing moan at the feeling, rocking up into you to get some more friction. When you pull away, Josuke gives you a half-lidded, lust-filled gaze. Your tummy flips at the adoration— the pure love— and the want mingled in his expression.

"Jojo..." You glance down to see a damp spot on the front of his boxers, and you know he's just as worked up as you are. His hands settle on your panties and you nod, shifting to help him as he slides them down your hips. He discards his boxers and your breath catches in your chest at the sight of his cock— decently thick, and probably a bit above average in length, the warm, veiny shaft seeming intimidating in size for your first time. Breathlessly, you swipe your thumb over the precum beading on his flushed tip, watching Josuke's lashes flutter as he groans.

"Are you ready?" he asks you, and his voice is thick with need.

"I think so. I need you, Jojo." Your boyfriend preps you with his fingers first, and even if he's a bit clumsy at first, you gasp when he finds your sweet spot. "Josuke... Please, I want you inside me." "Fuck..." Josuke's cheeks flush darker as he removes his fingers, fumbling to roll on a condom before positioning himself at your entrance. "Okay, baby," he murmurs, pushing in slowly. It's still a bit of a stretch, and you let out a whine at the feeling, but you're able to take all of him. He rests his hand on your hip as he lets you adjust. "Doing okay?" You sigh breathily, blinking up at him.

"Yeah. Feels... good. Can you move a little?" Josuke kisses your forehead, starting to rock his hips slowly.

"Of course. I'll go slow, okay?"

"Ah...f...fuck, Jojo, like that, yeah...please..."

"I've got you," he murmurs, pressing closer as you wrap your arms around him. "I love you... I love you so much, baby." You tangle your fingers in his hair, rutting your hips insistently up into his as he picks up the pace. You're overwhelmed by how good it feels, not just the sex itself, but sex with Josuke, being held and kissed as he whispers sweet words against your skin.

"Mmm... I love... love you, too, Jojo." You tuck your face into his shoulder, nuzzling at your boyfriend. Josuke groans as you lift a leg to wrap around his back, and you arch into him with a moan as he thrusts deeper, the tip of his cock hitting just right inside you. You nibble at his neck, earning a loud, beautiful moan from your boyfriend.

"Baby..." he whines softly, panting against your skin as he holds you close.

"Mm... Josuke..."

"Ah, you're... you're gonna make me cum if you do that."

"Yeah?"

"Mm...fuck." He pulls your other leg up and around his waist to drill into you deeper, and fuck, it feels good.

"J.... Josuke.... Jojo, ah, please!" You can feel heat building in your stomach, your toes starting to curl from the pleasure. "I'm so close, Jojo, gonna cum!"

"God.... Cum, baby, that's my pretty girl.... Love you so much, cum with me...." You gush over Josuke's cock with a loud moan, and he cums soon after at the feeling of you tightening around him.

It's the hardest you've ever cum. You both lay there for several minutes, dazed and panting, before either one of you speaks. Eventually, you feel Josuke nudge you with his shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Never better." You roll over to face him better, scooting closer to cuddle against his chest. "You?"

"Perfect." He kisses your nose. After a few moments, he moves to get up, and you frown.

"Where are you going?"

"Give me a couple minutes, ok? Trust me." You don't argue, not when your head is still swimming and your legs feel like jelly. You make yourself comfortable under the covers until Josuke comes back, handing you a glass of water and prompting you to sip.

"Thanks. Didn't realize I was that thirsty." He chuckles before helping you to your feet.

"C'mon. Let's get cleaned up." You gasp when Josuke leads you into the bathroom and you see the bathtub steaming and filled with bubbles.

Ghost sighed. He was on a mission with a few other men, who were having to do the exact same thing; share a bed with their friend. Soap told him that this was common but it didn’t make it any better. The mission would last for two weeks, but the downsides didn’t end there. They just so happened to be stationed in the middle of nowhere, Russia. Ten degrees below zero and sleeping in the same bed as a comrade. Welcome to one of the toughest military groups in the EasternHemisphere.

He took his mask off and glared at Sergei, who was admiring Ghost’s hair that had been matted down due to his mask.

“Come to bed, красотка,” Sergei beckoned mockingly.

“If you call me that again I’m rooming with Soap tomorrow.”

“He snores though.”

“And how do you know that?”

“A good soldier never says anything confidential.”

Ghost breathed a laugh. He got under the covers next to Sergei. He rolled onto his side and pulled the blankets over him, accidentally stealing them from Sergei in the process.

“Are you cold?”

“Are you not?”

Sergei laughed, “No, I grew up in this town. The cold is nothing to me.”

“Good for you. I’m from the dead opposite of this place.”

Sergei rolled his eyes and turned his lamp off, settling down to sleep. They both eventually drifted off.

Sergei woke up first. His face was inches away from Ghost’s, making his breath catch in his throat. His eyes crawled over scars on Ghost’s face, wondering who put them there. He trailed up to his brown hair, which was sticking up after tossing and turning in his sleep. A smile tugged at Sergei’s lips as he watched Ghost drag a hand over his face tiredly. Ghost opened his eyes and glared at the blinding sun that was seeping through the window and in between the blinds. He looked down at Sergei, who was practically glowing in the golden light. He looked ethereal as he caught eyes with Ghost. Warm brown caught in an icy blue trap, they both sat captivated with each other.

“You-“ A knock came at the door, cutting Ghost off.

Sergei got up and opened it. Ghost sat up and listened.

“Sleep well?” It was Soap.

“Could’ve been better, I was rooming with Ghost.”

Soap laughed, “Well I need you two to get up, the hunt for Makarov is still on.”

“Yes sir,” Sergei closed the door, turning back to Ghost, “Get up.”

Of course, people still liked to hear "Toss a coin" and other famous songs. Still, Jaskier couldn't just leave it like this. What kind of bard would he be, if he didn't write something new. Something that would become the newest, greatest song people couldn't get out of their head. 

However, no adventure Geralt and he had been on, gave him any inspiration. If you even could call them adventures what his Witcher and he had been up to the past days. 

Drowners and ghouls mostly. Geralt slashed through them without problem. People gave him his money without hesitation. Nothing to write a song about. 

Honestly, it was already evidence enough, that Geralt didn't even try to make the bard stay at the inn, how not adventure-like his jobs were at the moment. 

At first Jaskier was quite happy about that. He had watched Geralt fight with ease from a safe distance and made notes. He had thought about writing a song about the Witcher's fighting. How it was an elegant but dangerous dance. Nothing more than a few lines came out of it though. That's when Jaskier's frustration had started. It only had grown since then. 

He needed inspiration. Quickly. Or he would go mad, the bard feared. 

"How high is the chance that we meet another Witcher soon?" Jaskier asked as Geralt came back from the stables. 

The White Wolf furrowed his brows. "Why?" he wanted to know. 

"Because at the moment you suck as a muse. Sorry. But I haven't even written half of a song in weeks! I need inspiration and maybe a Witcher that isn't you, will actually tell me some interesting stories." Jaskier replied and folded his arms in front of his chest, looking at Geralt. He distinctly hoped a miracle would happen now and the Witcher would start telling him something interesting. 

However Geralt just said "It's very unlikely" before leaving the room again, probably to get something to eat. 

***

Only two days later Jaskier and Geralt sat in the inn, eating. Jaskier doesn't perform tonight, since the innkeeper had already hired a different bard. 

"Do you plan to sleep with or kill him?" Geralt asked annoyed as Jaskier kept watching the performing bard. 

"Neither actually," was the reply as Jaskier turns to him, "I'm thinking about how it would be to travel with another bard. Maybe that would give me some inspiration."

"Hmm" is Geralt's comment, obviously not happy about that idea. 

"Look, I don't like the thought of leaving you alone either. Still, what do you think, a love story between two bards? Wouldn't that make a good song?" 

"No." the Witcher stated. "And even if you really wanted to write such a story, you don't need to travel with him. You can just make things up."

"But that's not the same." Jaskier muttered and pouted for the rest of the evening.

***

The first thing Gerald did as Jaskier came into his room was wrinkle his nose. He always did that when the bard had been intimate with somebody. 

Jaskier really wondered what this was about. Of course he knew Geralt had enhanced senses. But was it the smell of sex he didn't like? Or maybe the mix of his smell with the parfum of his partner?

To be honest, even the bard found that the innkeeper's daughter had used a bit too much of her parfum. 

Anyways, Jaskier sat down on the bed, smiled at the White Wolf and asked:"Hey Geralt, would it be too much of a problem to stay here a few days longer?" 

"Why should we?" Geralt questioned, not looking at the bard, instead busying himself with cleaning his amor. 

"Ah well, the innkeeper's daughter is quite beautiful and witty. She also wants to experiment,if you know what I mean. As far as I know,there are not too much songs about a waitress…" 

At this the Witcher looked up, glaring at the bard:"If you want to stay, do that. I will leave town tomorrow morning."

Jaskier sighs. He shouldn't be surprised by this answer. Still, slowly he got kinda desperate in his search for a muse. 

***

Nearly a week later Jaskier stood in the stables of a different inn in a different town, feeding Roach and telling her about his problem.

"I just don't know what to do! Yes, normally Geralt is my muse, but there has been no inspiration these past weeks! And he has forbidden me to write songs about his attractiveness, so there is that." the bard huffed, "Anyways, whenever I find somebody, who could be my muse for a new song and tell our Witcher he just glares and is immediately like 'No'." 

Roach bumped her head against his shoulder and Jaskier sighed, patted her neck and gave her another carrot.

"Of course I know that he cares about me! Still, I'm a bard. I need to write a new song sooner or later and if Geralt's jobs don't inspire me at the moment I have to search inspiration somewhere else." he told Roach. "I don't like leaving you two, but on the other hand, as soon as inspiration hits, I can write the first drafts quickly. So maybe it's just for a few days." 

Now Roach whinnied and shook her head, making the bard smile slightly. 

"Aww, you also don't want me to leave?" he questioned, then, however, his eyes suddenly going wide. 

"Oh,I am such an idiot!" he exclaimed.

Roach whinnied again. 

 ***

When Geralt came back from the market and entered the room he shared with Jaskier, he saw said man hunched over his notebook and writing. 

"Found something to write about?" he asked, trying not to sound too interested. 

The bard startled a bit. A sign for how focused he had been on his work. As he turned to Geralt, however, he grinned. 

"Not something. Somebody." Jaskier clarified. 

"Hmm." The Witcher commented, all traces of interest and a good mood gone.

"Don't you wanna know who it is?" Jaskier questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No." Geralt replied, maybe a tad to quickly. "I hope you know I won't stay here any time longer than necessary,just so you can..  spend more time with your new muse."

Upon hearing this the bard chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, you don't have to."

Geralt furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that she is always with us anyway." Jaskier answered easily.

"Wait,...do you mean…?" The Witcher really was dumbfounded for a moment. 

The bard grinned and exclaimed excited:"I am writing a song about Roach!" 

Geralt cleared his throat. "I see."

"You don't have a problem with that, right?" Jaskier now asked, the reaction making him doubt that the Witcher was happy about the news.

However Geralt replied:"No,of course not. Just make it good."

Jaskier chuckled again, this time relieved. "Of course! You know me! I only write the best of songs!" He turned back to his draft, now even more motivated.

  Y/N decided to make spaghetti so by the time Harry came home he wouldn’t have to go out and get something.

Y/N put on her favorite song and began dancing, but before she started to cook she went over to the living room and plugged in the Christmas lights where it illuminated the green tree, she moved forward a bit and smelled the tree reminding her of the woods. She then went back to the kitchen and started the burner and placed a pot on it, heating up the water.

While she was preparing the sauce for the spaghetti she heard the door open and keys dangling, Y/N stuck out her head and saw Harry’s little curls getting in his eyes, he started blowing them and giving his curls dirty looks. Y/N began laughing, covering her mouth so her laughs weren’t that noticeable.

“What are you laughin’ at?” Harry said, as Y/N gave up and started to walk towards his tall frame and moved the curls away from his eyes.

“Nothing. I just felt like laughing.” Y/N teased, Harry bent down a bit so he could capture Y/N’s lips with his.

“Stop laughing, love.” Y/N began smiling in between the kiss and she started tickling Harry, making him start his giggles.

Y/N and Harry separated themselves as Y/N took Harry’s hand and led him to the kitchen as he hummed, smelling the aroma of the sauce.

“What you makin’, love?” Harry asked, as he bowed his head down and began kissing the crook of her neck, causing Y/N to smile.

“Harry! I’m cooking! Go sit down!” Y/N teased, trying to mix the sauce, but couldn’t because Harry was tickling her neck with the kisses he gave her.

“Can I stay here, love? I’d rather have you as dinner.”

Y/N was done, she couldn’t have anymore distractions, she moved aside and grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. She motioned for him to sit down on the couch,

“Sit down, Harry. I’m trying to cook, sweetie.” She said, letting go of Harry’s hand, but Harry retracted back, not letting her hand go.

“Please stay, little minx.” Harry insisted, his eyes blinking constantly and his face looking sad.

“Harry… Just let me cook first, okay?” Y/N said, as she held his hand and walked close so she could kiss his forehead. “I won’t take long.”

 Y/N went back to the kitchen and finished up with her cooking and started to mix everything and she was worried why Harry was so needy today, he would usually feel needy whenever he was sick with a cold or when he was moody, but he didn’t look moody. Y/N went to check on Harry once in a while when she was taking a break from mixing the sauce, but with each time she saw him, he was fine.

 “Harry, come get some spaghetti.” She yelled, as she moved to the sink and started to wash the dishes.

“Y/N, Leave the dishes, I’ll wash them when we’re done, yeah?”

Y/N dried up her hands, and served herself some spaghetti, and grabbed a glass for her wine.

“I got it, love.” Harry said, he grabbed the glass from Y/N’s hand.

Y/N sat down and Harry came back and set her glass of wine and his and finally sat down across from her.

“Are you mad?” Y/N asked,

“No. Why do you think I’m mad?”

“You’re usually needy when you’re sick or moody. Did something happen at the studio?”

Harry shook his head, as he twisted his fork in his spaghetti.

“It was just a long day at the studio.” Harry sighed out.

 ****/****

 When Y/N and Harry finished eating, Harry picked up Y/N’s dishes and began washing them. Y/N left Harry alone in the kitchen while she went to the bathroom and prepared herself a bath.

Y/N began to undress herself when she heard the door open, Harry was already in his boxers.

“Can I join you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Y/N said, smiling, as Harry walked towards her and helped her with taking off the rest of her clothes.

Harry began washing Y/N’s back with the loofa, soothing Y/N already, his hands cupping her shoulder, so he could keep her still.

“I think I should be washing your back, Harry.” Y/N teased, as she turned her head seeing a smiley Harry.

“Nah, I’m fine, love. I enjoy doing this.” He kissed Y/N’s shoulder, as Y/N got goosebumps from the cold water and felt relaxed when Harry’s lips covering her freezing shoulder.

Harry and Y/N finished their bath and Y/N went out of the bath first and dried herself off and changed into her pajamas, she lied down on the bed and started to read one of the books that Harry had on their nightstand.

Harry finished drying himself off and changed only wearing his boxers, he made his way to the bed and crouched down and started to kiss Y/N’s calves and made his way up to her thighs.

Y/N moaned, dropping the book from her hands, as it landed on the floor. She put her hands in Harry’s disheveled wet hair as she tried to control her moans.

“Harry-”

“I told you, love. I would’ve had you as dinner.”

 Harry started to strip Y/N from her clothes as Y/N kissed down Harry’s torso and pulled on his hair, leaving kisses everywhere that she could feel his skin. Harry started to take off her panties, but Y/N remembered one thing. She didn’t shave down there and she always shaved before they ever had intercourse.

“Wait Harry, I have to tell you something,” Harry stopped what he was doing and looked at Y/N with worry in his eyes. “I didn’t shave.”

Harry looked confused at first, but when he pulled down her panties, he knew what Y/N meant.

Harry smirked, looking up to Y/N, “Why does that matter, love? It’s not going to bother me.” Y/N let out an sigh.

“You’re not bothered by it?” Y/N questioned. She was always used to shaving for him because she felt self-conscious about him ever seeing her pubic hair. It was just something that she has always done ever since they started dating.

“Of course not. Why would that bother me? I love you Y/N and I am not going to tell you to do something to your body that you don’t want to do. You don’t have to shave your pubic hair because of me,” Harry said as he moved up and kissed Y/N’s cheeks and everywhere on her face that he hasn’t touched yet. “I love you Y/N.”

“Just let me shave it off real quick and we can-”

“No. You are staying in bed, Y/N. I am not letting you go to the bathroom.” Harry said, his eyes looking serious.

“Okay.” Y/N finally let out as she relaxed, lying back down on the bed.

Harry nodded as if saying that everything was settled.

 Harry was now down and kissing every part that he knew made Y/N weak, he kissed the inner skin of her thighs and trailing kisses down her stomach, finally making his way to Y/N’s delicate flower, as he stuck two fingers in and slowly pushing in and pulling out.

Y/N gasped from the feeling of the cold material of his rings causing goosebumps to appear anywhere on her bare skin. Harry noticed the goosebumps and started to rub soothing circles on her thighs and on her arms.

 Y/N was moaning out Harry’s name as he pushed inside of her with each hard thrust he did, sweat now making it too hot for them. Their bodies colliding as one with each thrust and each time their hips moved in sync to each other. They were in pure bliss by this point.

When they both felt their orgasms, Harry fell on top of Y/N his heavy breathing invading Y/N’s ears, but she was smiling because of Harry’s breathing tickling her breasts.

“I feel weird with the hair, Harry.” Y/N said, breaking the silence

Harry finally looked up from lying his head on Y/N’s chest, a smile plastered on his face, “You felt great, love. I liked it.”

“Liked what?”

“You know what I mean.” Harry then started to nibble on her swollen nipples from him sucking on them and him kneading them.

She knew exactly what he meant, he liked her. He didn’t care if she shaved or not, he still showed that he loved her for her.

“I’m glad I didn’t shave, then.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s cold!” Harry smiled as he began kissing Y/N on the lips, cupping her cheeks and cuddling with her as Y/N’s head was now tucked into his neck.

“You’re just a precious little minx, aren’t ya.” 

“Jack!” You yelled for him, voice hoarse.

His face contorted as he locked eyes with you, struggling to remove himself from the remains of the wreckage, and you saw the bullet holes littering the hull of the aircraft.

“Are you ok-“ You felt your voice trail off when the hand that had been clutching his side lifted slightly to reveal a deep stain in the fabric of his uniform above his abdomen.

“I’m,” he winced. “Just fine,” he said, but slowly slumped against the side of his ship, the color draining from his face.

“MEDIC!” You screamed, your head whipping from side to side to find help. “Can I get a medic?” You knew it was nearly pointless as chaos raged around you. 

“It’s okay,” Jack insisted.

“I need to find someone to help,” you said, removing the scarf around your neck, pressing it firmly to his wound. “Hold this here, apply pressure,” you guided his hand over the injury. Moving to stand, you were stopped by his free hand.

“No,” he said. “Don’t leave me,” he coughed. “Please stay,” you saw the tears welling in his eyes and immediately knew. “I don’t want…” he trailed off then. “I don’t want to die alone.”

It wasn’t possible to process what was happening, you’d never felt so powerless in your life. “You’re going to be fine, Jack, you said so yourself.”

Collins didn’t respond, just let the tears fall quietly from his eyes as you moved to comfort him, brushing away the tears and cradling his cheek.

“I wanted so much more for us,” he said, his voice fading. 

“You’ll get all of it, I promise,” You reassured him. “You’re going to be okay, we’re going to get you help. And we’ll have that big wedding you always talked about, and buy ourselves a house in Glencoe near your family-“ you began, trying your hardest to stay composed as you relayed to him the future you’d spoken about so many times in the letters you’d passed back and forth. 

He laughed bitterly, you could almost see him imagining their future together, a garbled, choked noise leaving his mouth as his hand swiped under your eyes, wiping away tears that had begun to fall without you knowing. “Don’t cry, lass. You’ll be okay,” he said, giving you a weak smile.

“Not without you,” you answered him, but at that point he didn’t appear to be listening. 

This wasn’t supposed to be the way he left you; crying, bleeding out, and terrified. Collins was meant to see the end of the war that had already tore you apart in more ways than one. He was supposed to grow old and die surrounded by your children and grandchildren, knowing he’d seen and done everything he’d wanted to, finally at peace. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair. You thought of all the other people who had died this way at the hands of the war, anger boiling inside you.

“I love you,” he managed, a weak cough bringing with it blood that stained his lips. 

“I love you, Jack,” you answered, kissing him gently. “This isn’t the last time you’ll hear me say that.”

He just gave you sad smile, his eyes fluttering closed. All the color had drained from his face, he looked sullen and empty. The gunfire was calming down now as the German forces retreated, and despite the victory you’d never felt so empty.

“No, no-“ You said, whatever shock that had kept you calm was gone as you became frantic. “Wake up, Jack. You’re okay, we’re going to get you help. Please, you can’t die now,” your voice gave out on you as a sob quaked through your body.

He didn’t answer as you pressed two fingers to the inside of his wrist, his pulse still evident as you clung to him. 

Then abruptly, you were pulled from his body. “You need to take a step back,” you heard a voice as you turned your head and met the eyes of a medic, who was standing with a few other medical personnel, one of whom knelt in front of Jack, examining him. 

“Gunshot wound to the upper right abdomen, there appears to be an exit wound, but he’s lost a lot of blood, he’s in critical condition.”

Despite their presence being the one thing you’d been screaming for, it wasn’t much of a comfort. “Is he going to be okay?” you asked, but the medic didn’t answer, as Jack was lifted unconscious onto a stretcher. “Is he going to be okay?” you spoke louder this time, trailing behind the group of nurses. The medic who had pulled you off stopped you with his arm.

“He’s in the right hands for now,” he said, and even though it was meant to be friendly only frustrated you. “I suggest you report back to your commanding officer and let us do our jobs.”