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mrsbsmooth · 9 months

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So I saw that @cycat-carisi did a short fic where we got the return of Ozzy the way the girlies deserved. And I know, I know, Lewie stayed single. But I kiiiindaaa wanted to do one for him anyway because I missed him so here you go: a random quick fuckabout of what Lewie should've done.

EVERY MINUTE

Lewie/MC - 1000+ words - Teen and Up

(Or read on Ao3)

Lewie breathed a sigh of relief as Bella walked in.

Single.

A quick speech, something about not feeling a spark, and Bella was at his side again, squeezing him gently around the middle as they took their seats next to Grace, Ozzy, Amelia, Marshall, Roberto and Flo.

“Thanks for sticking,” he whispered.

“Not gonna watch my best mate in here go home,” she whispered back. “Especially–”

Her cheeks twitched in a smirk, and she rolled her lips together, silencing herself.

Especially what?

But he couldn’t get Bella’s attention. She glanced over at Flo and Ivy, furrowing her brow as she quickly went to greet them.

It was weird. Based on the ceremony so far, he was surprised that Amelia and Roberto hadn’t gone last. Ozzy having an identical twin, and Amelia bringing him back to the villa? Surely that was a bigger bombshell than Elliot bringing Ivy back. Even the Hamish explosion was bigger news than Elliot and Ivy.

Ever since Siobhan had gone home, Elliot was single. He was free to crack on as much as he wanted, and he definitely hadn’t wasted that opportunity. Siobhan’s side of the bed hadn’t even been cold before he’d invited Ivy into it.

Lewie’s heart sank as he thought about it, but he seemed to be the only one. Each of the girls had beamed when they walked in, looking thrilled and happy to be returning to their original guy, or hand in hand with someone new. It was a lovely atmosphere, actually, especially Elliot and Ivy, who seemed from the very first day to have just clicked. Kind of like how Lewie had with Siobhan. Everyone was looking for a connection in here, and Elliot seemed to have found it with Ivy.

Good for him, I guess.

Maya, the host, instructed Elliot to stand, and he did so, helping Ivy to her feet with care.

“Elliot, you decided to twist. Why is that?”

Elliot smiled warmly at her. “Ivy is an absolute worldie, of course. She checks a lot of my boxes, and luckily, she tells me I check quite a few of hers. I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet her.”

He turned back to Maya, who smiled and nodded. Her eyes flickered to Lewie, before asking Elliot yet another question.

“And you don’t miss Siobhan?”

Elliot’s face fell, and he also glanced at Lewie, frowning as he responded.

“Of course I miss her, she was a real presence in the villa. I think everyone will miss her. I do… regret… that I might’ve gotten in the way of Lewie spending one last day with her, though. It seemed like they had something really special. And in hindsight, yeah… I feel bad that I got in the way of that.”

Lewie shot him a sad smile, nodding his acknowledgement of the half-apology.

“Lewie, how do you feel about that?” Maya asked.

He shrugged. “I can’t really blame him for shooting his shot. Siobhan was… something else.”

“Do you regret not following her out?”

He breathed a heavy sigh.

That question had plagued him for days. From about five minutes after she’d left the villa, he’d been wrestling with it. He would’ve left Bella at risk. He didn’t even know if that was what Siobhan would’ve wanted. It was a lot of pressure to put on a new relationship, and they never could’ve guaranteed it would work out.

But he knew his answer.

“Every minute of every fucking day.”

Bella’s eyes widened at hearing him swear, and the other girls giggled, glancing between themselves. He furrowed his brow at them, a little annoyed at the fact they seemed to find it funny.

“Do you think she knows that?” Maya asked.

“I hope so,” he responded. “I’m hoping she won’t be upset that I didn’t.”

“Well, why don’t you just ask her?”

The door of the villa swung open, and Lewie’s stomach flipped.

No way.

He was on his feet before he even saw her, his heart racing as he tried to get a better look. It couldn’t be, it had to be a prank. There was no way.

But suddenly, there she was. In a skin-tight black dress, her long hair loose around her shoulders.

She was there.

She was back.

And suddenly, he was moving.

He vaguely recalled pushing Elliot out of his way, tripping over himself as he damn near vaulted the firepit. He was across the lawn before he could think, up the stairs before he took a breath, his arms around her, his lips on hers, falling back through the doorway before he could even figure out if she’d brought someone with her or not.

She whimpered as she threw her arms around his neck, grasping handfuls of his hair as she pulled him closer. He did the same; one hand in her hair, one on her lower back, holding her against him. It still wasn’t close enough. Tongues, lips, desperate hands, grabbing and pulling at each other as he pushed her up against the wall. He was struggling to hold back, and he could feel she was too, pulling him against her with a chorus of tiny, frantic moans.

He could vaguely hear raucous laughter from the firepit outside, but he didn’t care; they could make fun of him as much as they liked. He knew what he wanted, and it was right here in his arms– where she fucking belonged.

He broke apart from her for only a moment, taking a deep breath.

“If you leave again, I’m going with you,” he gasped. “I need you to know that.”

“I know, babe, I know,” she said, her breath heavy. “And I’m not going anywhere without you either. I promise.”

He brought his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, and he could feel her smiling into the kiss. He couldn’t help but smile back, stroking his thumb over her cheek, as he felt his body start to relax once more. He’d realised while she was away that his body was wound tighter when he was away from her. He slept rough, he felt worse, and the days didn’t seem as bright.

As he kissed her over and over, he ran his hands over the patches of her bare skin that always drove him wild.

He loved everything about her.

He loved how he felt with her.

He–

He paused for a second, smiling into the kiss once more.

Maybe he’d save that one for later.

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sweetwhispersofchaos · 10 months

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Tomorrow

A Bobnix one-shot

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff

Word count: 1841

Story and Cover Image Edit by me

Prompt #525 from @creativepromptsforwriting @creativepromptfills #weekendgame (Feel free to reblog) I set the timer for 15 minutes this time and got just over 1,000 words. So I went back for an hour to fill in, clean it up, and make a complete story. I'm really enjoying the freedom of taking one of your prompts and just rolling with it. Comments and reblogs welcomed and encouraged!

It was dark inside the tiny barracks room, the only light coming from parking lot lights through the slightly cracked blinds.

Soft moans drifted through the dark, silky and mewing. She was completely naked and splayed across the twin bed against the wall, tugging at the head between her thighs. His tongue was so perfect, the pressure he lapped against her clit was just right, causing her to tug even harder at his hair as her hips bucked into his face. She couldn’t help it, this newfound alliance had her more than a little hot and bothered, if for no other reason, because no one would have ever suspected it.

He picked up the pace, his tongue flicking faster and faster, her grip tightening as she shoved her wet slit right into his face. One hand flew to her mouth as she rode her wave, muffling the frantic scream she wanted to release. As her hips slowed along with the rhythm of his tongue, he backed away and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, a rush of cool air hitting her wet heat and sending extra shivers up her spine. He slowly lowered her legs from his shoulders as he placed gentle kisses up her hip, across her stomach, feathering his lips across one breast and then the other, pulling gently on her sensitive nipples with his teeth as he went. Finally, he found a special patch of skin where her shoulder met her neck. It was the perfect place for his lips to land. She whimpered and whined as he sucked leisurely on that spot, his hand moving his throbbing cock to her wet and waiting opening. He paused, a silent question hanging in the air, and she shook her head yes, fast and furiously.

As he slid into her painfully slow, she groaned and dug her nails into the back of his arms.

He moved oh so slow at first, picking his head up, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light. They stared at each other, desperation flowing from one set of eyes to the other as he picked up the pace, both hips rocking into each other’s hungrily. One of his hands trailed lightly down her side and then abruptly grabbed her leg behind her knee and he thrust hard, causing her back to arch and a loud gasp to escape her lips as they both froze. He began to kiss her gently on the mouth, his skilled tongue coating hers in a lovely dance, before he started moving again, digging into her leg as he pushed harder and faster into her depths.

She knew they were two people letting out frustration, desperate to survive, but she didn't care what started it, she only cared about him and keeping him alive. She wanted this; she wanted him, at least she does in this moment. She wasn’t even sure how they got to this point, but she wanted him in so many ways it made her heart hurt. They barely knew each other and yet it felt like they had known each other their whole lives. They worked well together, they just fit. These thoughts consumed her as she clung frantically to him, riding the wave of pleasure he was generously offering to her body.

His movements became more erratic as she pushed harder and harder against her hips. She felt as if she was going to split into two, her world spinning with thoughts and feelings, tangible and intangible. Suddenly the grip he had on her leg bordered on painful as he shoved hard into her one last time, his release coming with muffled grunts into the hair on the side of her head. She heard his breathy voice, deep and almost guttural, whisper "I'm sorry" between heavy pants and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her chest, squeezing the life out of him as he softened inside her.

"I'm not." she whispered around her own heavy breathing as he kissed the side of her head. He slid out and rolled to his side. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her with him until she rested against his side, her head on his chest under his chin. He smelled so good, musk and sweat, and sandalwood. She could lay there inhaling his scent, enjoying his deceivingly strong arms, their breaths in tandem, forever she thought. It would be the safer option. Wouldn’t it?

But. There was always a but.

Tomorrow, they leave. Tomorrow, they board the ship that takes them to their fate, whether good or bad. Tomorrow they may leave dry land alive for the last time. There was a dark cloud that covered their lovemaking, although neither cared to speak of it, because then it would become real. That dark cloud would douse the joy they just experienced with a wash that they didn’t want to face, at least not tonight. That was a problem for tomorrow.

So tonight, they cling to each other in restlessness, hoping to convey their feelings with physical connection, breathy moans, and warm skin on skin. She wanted him to feel just how badly she wanted him to live. It radiated from every sweat-soaked pore on her body. He was too good to lose so quickly. Their accident a week ago made that perfectly clear to her.

Sleep overtook her, her attempts to keep her eyelids open futile. She didn't want to miss any part of this moment, trying to commit every touch, smell, sound, taste, and site to memory, just in case. Then, everything went dark.

As she woke in the early hours of morning, a low voice greeted her.

"It's time to get up. We need to get going."

She peered between the slits of her eyes and saw him sitting on the side of the bed, his uniform already on, a sad sort of smile crossing his face.

She sat up slowly, the covers sliding down her body, and began rubbing her eyes, attempting to get her bearings. She looked through bleary, sleep filled eyes, and soaked up the sight of those glasses and the handsome face behind them. Tomorrow was today and she was not as ready. She would never admit it, but she was scared. Scared of what they had done and what they were about to do.

"Ready or not, I suppose." She acknowledged begrudgingly.

She slid out of his bed, still completely naked but trying hard to push that thought out of her mind, believing his eyes were on her. She began moving around the room quickly, trying to find her haphazardly discarded clothing and place each item back on her body with the same swiftness she sliced her jet through the sky with. She realized out of the corner of her eye that his gaze was on the floor in front of him, his gentlemanly ways making the knot in her chest crunch tighter. He was silent and so was she, because the silence spoke loud enough for them both.

Once dressed she bent down and searched anxiously around his nightstand and the floor near the bed, obviously missing something. She was avoiding his eyes, trying to steady herself rather than face where they were going. Where they had been last night. She couldn’t look at that elephant right now and instead focused all her energy into something extremely trivial.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

"My hair tie.”

She continued moving her hands around under the bed without looking up, trying to find a way to grab the hair tie and run from the room before he could catch her.

“Don’t you have others?” he asked with confusion in his voice.

She huffed. That was beside the point. She needed this one, so her hands would be busy as she made for the door. It was an excuse to not look at him, for fear of falling apart.

“I’ll need a hair tie. I’m not going to save the world with my hair down.” She lamely joked, more annoyance in her voice than she meant.

She heard a soft chuckle as his large hand wrapped gently around her arm, bringing her to an abrupt stop, her eyes remaining hyper focused on the floor. He pulled her up to her feet, although she didn’t come willingly at first. He placed his hands on her hips and moved her to stand between his legs, keeping his grip firm. He seemed to know where her mind was. She finally rested her hands on his shoulders and raised her eyes to meet his. They stayed like this for a while, just gazing at one another, burning a hole into each other’s souls. Then he spoke as a small smirk crossed his face.

"So, you're going to save the world?"

She smirked back at him, some of her tension easing, then her hand reached behind him, the lost hair tie spotted enfolded in the covers of his bed. She leaned back some, his grip still solid on her hips, and began to brush her hair up with her hands, wrapping the hair tie around her ponytail. Once all her hair was tied back, she placed her hands back on his shoulders, her eyes never leaving his, her smirk never ceasing.

"I gotta go get ready." was her only response. Nothing else needed to be said. They did what they did. Maybe, if they survived, they could do it again? She thinks she might like that but so many “what if” questions surfaced at the thought. She was overwhelmed by the mission, their behavior, his proximity. She didn’t know what to think or feel and she never liked to feel out of control.

Then he pulled her closer by the hips and sat up to his full height. He cupped her face in his hands and placed a deep yet sweet kiss to her mouth. Her rapid firing mind was brought up short. One-night stands didn’t usually end like this, at least not in her experience. He seemed to be telling her something with his kiss. A secret meant only for them. Something about the gravitational pull of that kiss told her they were going to be alright, in more ways than one.

She pulled back, a little breathless, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and quickly trod to the door. Before she opened it, she tilted her head towards where he continued to sit on the bed, staring straight ahead, his ears layered with a light pink color. She grinned.

"Hey Floyd. Wanna help me save the world?"

He chuckled and let his chin drop to his chest, shaking his head. Then he looked up at her, a sad sort of mirth twinkling in his eyes. "I'll be right behind you the whole way."

"Good" she replied and slipped out of the room. She was ready to face whatever happened with a newfound confidence and teammate she trusted in ways she never thought possible.

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