A/N: this is a little series based on Jake Gyllenhaal's character Anthony Swofford in the movie Jarhead. Jake is just too cute in the movie to ignore and I just wanna give him a happy ending with lots of angst on the way there. Shoutout to @juniebugg for the idea!
Pairing: Anthony Swofford x f!reader
Warnings: mentions of bad break-ups, flirtation, language, no smut....yet
Word count: 3,185
SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!
You walked into the salon, greeting your lady co-workers as you strutted to your station. Doing hair was definitely not putting your degree in practice, but it got your bills paid. And you found it rather pleasing helping other regain their confidence. The salon belonged to your aunt and you had worked there since high school. It helped get you through high school and college, though it wasnāt quite enough to keep you from applying for student loans.
Despite not being in your area, you liked the salon. You liked the people you met, the elderly regulars that stopped by once a week for a perm or a manicure, the neighborhood gossip that they were always eager to share, the co-workers that always had your back.
One of them was Maria. She was a beautiful woman with long dark hair and tan skin that made even gold envious. She was admirable in so many ways. With her husband, Juan, away on deployment, she was quickly thrust into the role of a single parent to their 3-year-old son. She never complained about it. She might have complained about Juan and his habits, but never that he had to be away. In some ways, she was very thankful. The Marines had provided many benefits for them to compensate for his absence like providing stable housing, health-care and education for their family. Granted there were flaws in the system and his absence was at times unbearable, she understood and supported his decision to enlist. Aside from being a great wife and mother, she was also your great friend.
āBuenos, chicaā she smiled hugging you. āHow was your date last night?ā
āTotal dud. Just didnāt really click, you know?ā
āYeah, I know why too. You still hung up on that fool.ā
āIām not hung up on anyone.ā
āYes, you are. That puto lost the best thing that ever happened to him, but you know what? Good for you. Youāre better without him and you deserve better than his broke ass.ā
āCan we please not talk about him?ā You sighed, eager to leave your ex in the past.
āAs you wish, chica. Besides, I got someone I want you to meet.ā She smirked widely prepping her hair brushes and combs to make sure theyāre clean for a new day.
āHe cute?ā
āDonāt tell Juan, but he is fine, chica. I love my man, but I know fine when I see itā she laughed nudging you with her elbow. āHis name is Tony, heās gonna be at the barbeque weāre having for this weekend for Danielās birthday. Youāre coming, right? Dannyās gonna be so sad if you donāt.ā
āIāll be there, donāt worryā you chuckled as you reassured her. āI already got his present and everything. I wouldnāt miss it for the world. You know how I adore that little man.ā
And you really did. You often babysat him when Juan was on leave and needed some alone time with his wife.
āGood, because I already told Tony Iāll be introducing you to him.ā
āAre you serious? You know how I feel about that, Mari.ā
āGirl, donāt worry. I showed him a picture and heās interested. I think you guys are a great match and Juan agrees.ā
āJuan agrees with everything you say, heās your husbandā you laughed.
āWell, just come out and meet him. You donāt have to do anything and if youāre not interested, Iāll forget it. But trust me, youāre gonna wanna meet himā she chuckled with a smirk.
"Fine. I'll meet him, but I'm not promising anything."
From everything she described about Tony, you couldn't deny the butterflies forming in your stomach as the days went by. As the hours crept closer, they quickly began to swarm in your belly and you couldn't remember the last time you felt this way.
You decided to look extra nice that day. It was more than just a casual birthday party, but you also didn't want to go over the top. Settling on a new figure flattering skirt and cute top, you accessorized strategically with a cute necklace that hung just above your fairly modest cleavage. You weren't hoping to end up married by the end of the day, but Lord knows you needed some physical action.
The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived with your renowned dish of crispy and perfectly seasoned panko fried vegetables. Knowing they were a popular favorite among the adults, you'd made more than plenty in two large aluminum foil pans.
Walking into the backyard through the side gate, you immediately recognized the song playing from inside the house. Love Like This by Faith Evans was a personal favorite of Maria's and you had sung to that exactly CD mix in the car plenty of times driving home from your girls night out.
The kids were happily playing on the bounce house Juan had rented for the day. Some played in the pool, stopping only to find their parents for a drink of water. Most of the women were sat by the picnic table setting out the food, so you quickly made your way over to greet them. You knew everyone pretty well having been a family friend for years. Some were Maria's aunts and cousins. A few were your own co-workers and you greeted everyone, with a warm, bright smile and a gentle embrace.
Looking over at the grilling area that had been Juan's third pride and joy - second to the pool he had been finally able to afford and his very own family- you couldn't help but scan over the men gathered there. You couldn't make out what they were talking about, but you knew that Tony had to be one of them. Your heart raced at the thought.
Your eyes landed on a tall man stood beside Juan, helping him man the grill. His hair was short as if he'd been growing it out after a buzz cut. His features strongly resembled Maria's description. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he patted Juan on his shoulder, possibly complimenting him on something. You couldn't tell what he said; the distance and music didn't quite favor that. His long thick eyebrows intensified the bright blue orbs that shone even from a distance and sent goosebumps down your arms the second he caught you staring.
You blushed and quickly looked back down at your dish as you removed the aluminum foil to reveal the fried tasty side dish, secretly praying he hadn't noticed. But unknowingly to you, he had.
Just as you knew who he was, he knew exactly who you were as well. Juan told him all about you the day after he'd agreed with Maria to hook you two up. And Tony couldn't be more thankful. He was starstruck the minute he saw you arrived. Juan nodded at you with a smirk as he laid another steak on the grill.
"That's her, man. What do you think huh?"
"I think she's fucking beautiful, that's what I think" he chuckled excitedly as he patted his friendās shoulder.Ā "Whatās her name again?ā he joked.
"Dude, I know your brain is small and can only process shit at a slow pace, but please don't fuck up her name" Juan joked.
"I got it covered, man. Relax. Y/N will be in good hands soon enough" Tony chuckles back at him.
After sharing a couple smiles and glances, you decided to make the first move and walked over to grilling area as the guys began served the perfectly charred meats.
"Think you fellas could spare me a steak?" You smirked glancing between them.
"You can have your pick, sweetheart" Tony smiled back. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Tony" he stated holding his hand out.
"Pleasure to meet you. If you're Tony, then I guess we hardly need an introduction. Maria's told me a bit about you already" you smirked shaking his hand.
"Has she?" You nodded with a smirk.
"Good things though. She said you're a real gentleman."
"I try to be, at least" he smiled.
Seeing him up close now, you couldn't help but take in all his details. His long brown eyelashes only embellished his blue doe eyes. Small brown freckles adorned his skin. His beard was grown out just enough to notice he had nice potential of beautifully growing it out to its full extent, but not long enough to hide the skin, dimples and freckles underneath it. He was a sight for sore eyes.
The attraction between you and Tony was undeniable. You invited him to sit with you at one of the fold-out tables to eat. The conversation flowed naturally as you savored your meal and watched the children play while the hours passed.Ā It might have been due to the fact that you had a bit in common like similar musical taste or interest in movies and books.
Not everything was in mutual interest and Tony liked that you were willing to debate and defend your beliefs. He admired that about you, that you stuck to your guns. He also liked that you didn't shy away from teasing and joking. It had felt like you'd known each other for years before. Like two old friends reunited after years apart, almost as if time had no effect. Tony had craved for that: the instant connection and not only attraction. He'd met plenty of girls before, but it had been a while since he felt a connection with someone. Due to the way his last relationship with his ex, Kristina, had ended, Tony hadnāt allowed himself to get too comfortable with girls. He had his flings and they stayed just that: flings with no emotional attachment. Until now. Until he met you. And his favorite thing about meeting you? How easily you made him forget about the world surrounding you both.
You two seemed to be inseparable the whole day until Daniel raced over to you, excitedly asking about the present you had promised. It was only then that you realized you forgot it in the car.
You made your way to the gate and left the backyard to walk out to your car. It had barely shut behind you when you heard it open back up. Turning around, you found Tony stepping out.
"Tony." You smiled curiously. "You forget something too?"
"Uh, no. Not exactly."
His lips curled into a smirk as he tenderly cradled the side of your neck. Guiding your lips to his, he pressed a sweet kiss. You could feel him smile into it as he relished the wet warmth of your lips slowly melting into his.
"I'm sorry. I probably should've asked first, but I've been dying to do that all day."
You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you beamed up at him.
"N-no, don't apologize." You stuttered, still stunned at the very pleasant surprise. "I'm definitely not sorry about it at all."
"Neither am I really." He smirked and returned to the backyard with the widest grin on his face.
Juan was quick to notice the smile and seemed to read Tonyās mind when he walked back to continue his help, slicing and distributing the steaks, sausages and chicken wings.
āOh, you went for it, didnāt you? Cabron! I knew you would. Youāre a dogā Juan laughed, nudging his friend.
Soon after everyone had had a couple slices of the delicious chocolate cake, the party had come to its end and you offered to stay and help the small family clean up. Tony stuck around as well since you promised him a ride home, but he was more than quick to help out. So, you got ahold of a large garbage bag and went around the backyard, collecting the disposal plates, cups and forks that some guests had forgotten to throw out. Tony was further down the yard, helping Juan scrub the grill down.
Daniel sat up on the porch, opening his brand-new presents. You smiled as you watched his excited reaction to the new water gun you'd gotten him. It was more like a rifle and the size of it made the little boy even more eager to try it out. You were quick to offer to help him fill it up. Once it was full, his little legs quickly ran across the yard toward Tony and his father. His first victim was Juan. Tony was right after.
"Oh, no! Man down! Man down!" Tony exclaimed, holding the wet spot on his chest as he fell to one knee.
"Please, Danny. I thought we were friends. I let you have a cupcake before the cake." His voice was strained as if in pain.
You had to admit, Tony was a pretty good actor. The way he fell to his side when Daniel sprayed him again was pretty realistic. He played dead until Daniel was close enough. Suddenly shooting up, he grabbed the child careful enough to not hurt him and wrapped his arms around him. Daniel's laughs filled the air as he dropped the toy gun.
"Get his weapon, Cortez!"
Juan smirked and quickly picked it up to spray his son.
You chuckled as you watched the wholesome scene. Tony clearly had a way with kids due to his playful nature. It made you wonder if he would be the same with his own kids. It made you think about having your own kids and you wondered if that could happen with Tony, but it was far too early to even think about that.
"So, what do you think, chica?" Maria asked coming into the kitchen and snapping you out of your daze.
"Huh? Oh, sorry" you chuckled blushing. "About?"
"About Tony, duh!"
"He's uh definitely cuter than you described." You smirked, replying in the most modest way possible.
"I told you he was fine" she laughed. "You know he likes you too?"
"Does he?" You smiled thinking about the kiss.
"Yeah, but I think you knew that already."
Damn right, you did.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Maria handed you a couple of containers full of leftover food and cake. She'd always separate some for you to take home after get-togethers. It was her way of thanking you for all the help you gave them when they needed it.
āYou sure you donāt mind that Iām kinda wet?ā Tony asked slightly worried that heād ruin your passenger seat as he fidgeted with the containers in his lap as you drove to his home.
āDonāt worry. This car has seen a lot worseā you chuckled. It wasnāt the fanciest car, but it served enough to get you from point A to point B.
āYou got a pretty nice way with kids. You got any of your own?ā
You wanted to be as subtle as possible about your curiosity in his past relationships and his opinion on having kids.
āI donāt, no. But who knows one day? I do have a sister though. Riniā¦ Sheās younger than me. Guess thatās how I got my way with āem.ā
āOh, thatās cool. I didnāt know you had a sister. She nice?ā
āSheās great. Real sweetheart. I love her to death.ā
āI take youāre very close?ā
āYeah. We try to be, at least. My folks arenāt exactly the Brady Bunch, so we try to be there for each other.ā
The way he didnāt delve into too many details made you think it might have been a sensitive subject to touch on, at least for a first date. Despite being curious about his family history, you simply nodded and glanced at him with a smile.
āFamily can be tough. Wouldnāt be family if they werenātā you chuckled.
To diffuse the hidden discomfort, you reached out and turned on the radio. Skimming through the channels, he grinned when he caught the sound of one of his favorites, Hip Hop Hooray by Naughty By Nature.
āN-no, no, leave it there. This is a great song, one of my favorites.ā
He quickly jumped into the middle of the first verse, rapping along to the song perfectly knowing every lyric by heart. You smiled widely listening to him before joining him in the chorus, waving a hand side to side to the beat of the song. He was surprised when you joined in on the second verse, proving you knew just as much as he did.
You sang along together the rest of the way. If there had been a worry in mind, neither of you could think about them now. It was a perfect ending the day you had. Neither of you wanted it to end just yet.
Pulling to the front of his humble townhouse, you parked and shut the car off.
āYou know somethinā?ā He started as he leaned back against the headrest, rolling his head over to gaze at you longingly. āI had a really great day, thanks to you. I was nervous when Juan said youād be there today. I didnāt really know what to expect. But Iām really glad I met you.ā
You smiled as you unconsciously mimicked his movement and leaned back into your seat.
āDonāt sweat it. I was nervous as shit tooā you chuckled. āBut I have no regrets. I had a great time too.ā
āIt doesnāt have to end if you donāt want it to.ā
āYou trying to say something, Tony?ā you smirked.
āMaybe. Iām just sayingā he shrugged with a sly smile. āMaybe you could come in and I dunno. Maybe have some wine with me.ā
āIām driving tonight though.ā
āYou could sleep it off at my place. Drive home in the morning.ā
You wanted to say yes. You wanted nothing more than to mount him like a horse and ride him all night. You were eager to get laid at first. You hadnāt expected to really like Tony. The fear of coming off desperate must have been radiating off of you. You couldāve sworn he was reading your mind when he reached over to hold your hand as you began nervously picking at your nails.
āWe donāt have to do anything if you donāt want to. I really mean that, sweetheartā he said with a soft comforting tone, looking down at your hands aa he thought about how perfectly they would fit together with his. āI just really like talking to you. And itās been a long time since Iāve wanted to just talk, you know? You can crash on the couch if you want. Iāll keep my hands to myself.ā
His concern for your sense of security was genuine. He wasnāt going to come onto you if you donāt want him to. It was everything you needed to hear to silence the doubt in your head.
āYeahā you smiled from ear to ear. āIād love some wine. And just you know, you donāt have to keep your hands to yourself.ā
Summary: Tony gets the order to deploy well into the relationship with the girls of his dreams and fears of history repeating begin to bubble.
Pairing: Tony Swofford x F!reader
Warnings: a lil smut towards the end (NO MINORS, PLEASE) and unprotected sex in established relationship (wrap yalls willies)
SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!
One early Friday morning, Tony rolled out of bed. He splashed some water on his face, slid into his basketball shorts and sneakers. He then headed to the kitchen to make his usual protein shake.
Just another regular day before heading into work.
Once he was set for his morning jog, he set his MP3 player in its holster and latched it onto his arm, letting the music flow from the earbuds to energize his body.
Tony's neighborhood wasnāt anything too fancy. Fairfield was definitely a nice town to live in with it's growing economy and military influence.
Although he'd grown up in the nice part of the suburbs, he now lived in a less nicer part of town due to military housing. There were definitely worse parts of Fairfield to end up in, so he couldn't complain about the neighborhood. Despite being a little far from town, there wasn't really much to complain about...except some neighbors.
Early morning was his favorite time of day. The air was cool and crisp before the California could fully set out and melt the town away. What he really enjoyed the most was the peaceful calm before the daily whirlwind of routine and people.
Tony wasnāt much of a fitness freak. The Military did help him realize the importance of staying in shape, having strong stamina - something that came in handy when you slept over each other's place - and staying hydrated.
He jogged along the sidewalk, weaving through his neighborhood and panting as he controlled his breathing until his walking break where he would hum out the song he was listening to.
The best thing about this time was that there were very few people who were also up and about.
It allowed him to avoid the flirtatious single (and not so single) women. He didnāt give them much time of day, but he always found it challenging to simply ignore them.
He had been raised by traditional parents and taught to always respect women, no matter what. However, being a heavily influence military town, there were the usual lonely mothers and wives seeking company.
Tony loved you more than anything, so he wouldn't stand for it.
He had already been cheated on and getting over his cheating ex was one of the hardest things he'd gone through, given that it happened while he was on deployment. He couldn't imagine causing that pain onto you or to a fellow marine.
So, as soon as the flirting would start coming from the lonely neighbors that greeted him in questionable silky robes or lacy nightgowns, heād either excuse himself to extract him from the situation as quickly as possible or avoid stopping, only responding with a nod of his head.
Having you as his girlfriend helped to get away. Sometimes, at least. The more vulgar women brushed it off nothing that could stop them and offered to keep the secret, but Tony wasnāt interested or attracted to anyone else but you.
And, in the cases where the lonely women would try to convince him to come inside for some coffee, he'd simply remind them that he had a girlfriend to pick up to take to work.
You didn't need the ride, but it was a subtle reminder that he was off limits.
Ignoring them that morning was only much easier since his mind wouldn't stop thinking about the following day when he would be taking you to the Santa Monica Pier.
He couldnāt believe you when youād said you had never been there yet. Although a California native himself, the Santa Monica Pier was known worldwide. It had also been one of his favorite places growing up.
He was more excited to see you that night. Heād invited you to come over to his place to spend the night so you could leave early in the morning for your five-hour road trip.
He wanted to surprise you with freshly made pasta although he knew he was in over his head, but you were worth all the effort.
He took notice that the mailman was already making his rounds around the neighborhood. So, when he came up his street and reached his humble abode, he made a quick stop to check his mailbox.
A couple bills, invitation to magazine subscriptions; nothing out of the ordinary. Until he found an envelope that froze him in place. He didnāt have to open it to know its content, but he did so anyways with the hope that it could be another matter.
His heart sank in his chest.
āOrdered to active dutyā he read to himself.
Taking a deep breath to calm his anxiety, he slowly walked back into his house. He read the letter once more, praying the words had magically rearranged themselves to prove heād misunderstood.
Though it hadnāt been his first time during your relationship that he'd been deployed and you both had been expecting it, this deployment Ā was different.
He hadnāt expected it to be so long. Both you and him were used to short tours. This time, his stay overseas would be longer than that.
All he could think about was you; about having to leave you for all that time. Although he knew that you loved him, he was terrified to think about what the loneliness could do.
There was no comparison between you and his ex. But he couldnāt stop thinking about everything that had happened between him and his ex; about how she started seeing someone else while Tony was out on his first deployment. Or how she dumped him through a letter while they were miles apart.
You were nothing like her and he tried to remind himself of that. Heād be lying if he said that he wasnāt afraid of history repeating itself.
Despite the growing apprehension within him, he set the letter ā along with the other mail ā in a cabinet drawer.
āOut of sight, out of mindā he thought to himself.
Going about his day, he tried his best to keep the recent news as far as he could from his mind. In spite of his best efforts, he found himself coming back to that damned letter.
On his way from the grocery store, his car rolled to a stop at a red light. Taking notice of a white sign on the side of the street for a jewelry store, he read the words composed of black letters in his rearview mirror.
Every kiss begins with Kay.
It was a little insane when he thought about it. Youād only been dating for a few months.
It would've been a long time for some people, but in this situation, you had barely spent even half of those months together with Tony's tours.
The little time you did have together was precious.
You'd both already talked about your pasts. Tony even expressed how he felt that he had dived into his relationship with Kristina too early.
Though it wasn't any hint towards you, you felt that a subliminal reasoning was behind his sharing it, albeit unknowingly to Tony.
To him, he was sharing his experience. To you, he subconsciously expressing his preference to take his time with what you two had going on. And you were okay with that, given your own experiences.
Every moment with each other was like an escape from the world around you. Every overseas phone call to him made him forget the ocean of sand that surrounded him. Or the highly testosterone-intoxicated base of soldiers he had to live with.
You were his getaway from all his troubles and you felt the same about him.
Neither of you wanted to ruin it with labels, especially since the time you had spent together was still so little. So, you agreed to roll with the punches and enjoy each other while you could, whatever way you could.
Getting married at this point would definitely be premature. However, he wasnāt simply thinking about wedding bells. It was about showing you his commitment.
Forced out of his trance by the honk of the impatient driver behind him, he made a U-turn and turned into the shopping plaza parking lot.
Tony felt a bit out of his element once he walked through the doors. The jewelry store was white ā with bright lights and sleek black details and countertops.
He looked around the engagement rings in the glass display cases. His palms were beginning to sweat. It was a leap of faith, but he needed to show how much you meant to him before he left.
He wasnāt expecting you to run off and get hitched at the nearest chapel. The ring wasnāt only a promise of marriage. It was a reason for him to survive out there. Something to comfort you during his absence and subtly prove to others that you belonged to him.
He finally had someone amazing in his life. The break-up with Kristina was painful. They always were naturally, but the way it had been done was what hurt Tony the most.
Discarded. Thrown away after the thrill of her military-man kink had worn off.
He had nothing against 'war bunnies', as he and his comrades called them. As long as they didnāt get his hopes up of still being there when he came home after months of being away. The uniform may look attractive, but the reality of being a military girlfriend or wife wasnāt for everyone.
He understood it wasnāt for Kristina and he made peace with that. But would it happen again? Could you wait for him?
He stood staring at all the different designs and wondered why there were so many.
He believed he had a pretty good idea of what youād like. Luckily, his savings were quite full to guarantee you a nice ring. But with so many options, he became more and more confused.
It must have been visible when the sales attendant approached from behind the counter and flashed him a smile.
Tony was thankful she had all the patience in the world. He spoke about you with sparkling eyes and profound admiration. It was obvious to her that he was in love and she was committed to finding the best ring within his budget.
He was quite proud of the ring heād bought for you. It came with a hefty price, but he didnāt care about it. Now, he had to wait for the perfect opportunity to propose and pray that youād agree.
Once his ring was successfully purchased, he walked back to the car and climbed inside. He stared at the black velvet box in his hands and opened it to find the diamond shining against the black silk inner lining of the box. He deeply felt like he was doing the right thing.
After a moment, he closed the box and tucked it into his pocket before driving home.
You arrived just after work with a plastic bag of wine and dessert, a small travel suitcase of spare clothes, shoes and other personal items.
āHey, honey. Iām here,ā you smiled using the copy of his key to walk into his house.
āIn the kitchen, babe!ā
Closing the door behind you, you walked inside and set your suitcase in the hallway by the wall. As you reached the kitchen, you found Tony stirring a pot of sauce with a dish towel hung over his shoulder.
Although you were always elated whenever you saw him, watching him cook was quite a heart-warming show. The attention to detail, the suave confidence in his movements were just a couple of characteristics of the touching dedication to one of his few favorite therapeutic pastimes.
However, he was a bit different today.
You could hear him wincing and cursing under his breath before you even walked into the kitchen.
As you rounded inside, he clumsily burned his arm taking out a tray of baked vegetables from the oven. The chicken heād been grilling on the stove was starting to burn despite his attempt to be as quick as he can be turn it off.
The lack of the usual confidence he presented in the kitchen was very obvious. Something was off about him.
āHey, you need a hand?ā
āUh, could you flip the chicken over there while I drain the pasta?ā
āOf course,ā you nodded as you quickly made your way to the stove.
āSorry dinnerās a bit late. I tried to make it to be ready before you arrived, but I caught got up in some shit,ā he sighed annoyed.
āItās fine, babe. Really. I had a big lunch anyways, but just the smell here is making my mouth water.ā
A failed attempted to cheer him up. He didnāt even crack a smile.
āGot us some wine" you continued. "You want a glass?ā
āYeah, Iād love one. I could use a drink,ā Tony agreed. He seemed stressed.
āItās that good wine that we had with Juan and Maria, remember?ā
He loved it so much when youād tasted it at the last double date you went on a couple days ago. Youād taken a picture of the label to buy a bottle for yourselves. Hopefully, that wouldāve cheered him up.
āYeah, I remember.ā
You moved the bag youād set on the counter and pulled out the dessert to set it in the fridge quietly. Then you walked back to pull out wine bottle from the paper bag. He seemed so bothered that you couldnāt help but ask.
āShould I go home, babe? You wanna be alone tonight?ā you asked lowly, looking up at him with worried doe eyes.
He took a deep breath in, realizing how heād be since you arrived.
āNo, babe. No. Iām sorry. I just got a lot on my mind.ā
He stopped and turned off everything to stand in front of you, holding your hips to give you the attention you deserved.
āI missed youā he says lowly, resting his forehead against yours.
āI missed youā¦ You wanna talk about whatās bothering ya?ā
āNah, not right now. I wanna enjoy tonight with you.ā
He smiled, but you could tell it wasnāt entirely sincere. He didnāt want to talk about it, so you decided to go along .
āLetās open this up, huh?ā
He reached behind you to grab the bottle, redirecting the conversation to change the subject.
āMind getting some glasses for us, babe?ā
āNot at all.ā
You grabbed the delicate wine glasses and set them beside Tony as he opened up the bottle.
The food wasnāt as good as he usually made it. The sauce lacked a little salt, the chicken was a bit overcooked and the vegetables were slightly overseasoned.
When he asked you how it was though, you smiled and said it was perfect. The last thing he needed was to worry about that too.
Although he was well aware of how the dish tasted, he smiled at your attempt to cheer him up.
After dinner, you sat on the couch talking about your day as you enjoyed the chocolate dessert youād picked up. He nodded and hummed in agreement, but it was clear he wasnāt really paying much attention.
His mind just seemed somewhere else.
āAlright. Can we please talk about whatās bothering you?ā you confessed with pleading eyes that he couldn't resist.He knew heād have to say it sooner or later.
It couldnāt have been good because he couldnāt even look at you.
āI got a deployment letter today.ā
You frowned. It wasnāt his first deployment since youād gotten together. You couldnāt understand why it was bothering him so much. So, you waited to let him go on.
āItās longer this time. 3 months longerā¦ Pay will be good though.ā
āO-oh, wow... That's longer than usual, huh?ā
Your heart sunk. Now everything made sense. The same dread that filled him seeped into the air and infected you too.
Silence hung over the living room as Tony watched you, fearing the reaction heād expected.
āWhen do you have to leave?ā
āNext weekā¦ā
āThen weāll make the most of this week.ā
He could hear the sadness in your voice despite your best attempt to be strong for him and accepting of the situation.
The thought of being apart for so long was unbearable for the both of you. A lot could happen in that time.
There was a bittersweet cloud that hung over that night.
You held each other on his bed and mindlessly watched TV after dessert. Neither of you were really too focused on the movie. You were too busy remembering each otherās warmth, memorizing heart beats and scents that youād loved so much.
Tears were quietly shed. You could hear his sniffling and he could feel the wet spot on his chest from your eyes. Neither of you wanted to talk about it. It was inevitable and foreseen, but it still made your heart sink low.
You looked up at him and he quickly rubbed the tears away from his eyes. Your hand reached for his cheek and wiped a missed tear drop away with your thumb.
āEverything is gonna be alright. I promise.ā
You reassured him with a kiss.
He didnāt want to ever let you go. He gently rolled you over to place himself over you. He deepened the kiss, using his tongue to ask you for entrance to which you allowed. Your parted legs invited him closer as they clung to his hips.
Feeling the cold metal of his military dog-tags dangling on your chest, you carefully pulled them back over his shoulder to rest against his back. Nothing would come between you, not even the military.
The sex was different that night. Tony was different that night.
The thought of being away from you was driving him wild. He wanted to consume you in the slowest way possible so he could savor every second. Every kiss. Every touch. Every moan.
His kiss was slow and passionate. He relished in the faint winey taste of your mouth. Your hands clung on his broad muscular back, roaming up and down to his ass with a firm squeeze when you pulled his hips down to grind against yours.
The sweet moan that escaped your lips when you felt his hardened cock made it twitch against your dampening panties.
He pulled back, standing on his knees, and gazed down at you. His eyes locked on yours as his large hands slowly crept up under the t-shirt youād borrowed.
āI love you,ā he whispered hooking his fingers into your panties.
āI love you so much,ā he repeated as he slid them down your legs and off your feet, one at a time.
He admired the glow of the TV light against your skin as he pushed his boxers off.
āI love you too, Tony.ā So much that you could cry right there and then.
The thought of him not coming home tormented you from the back of your mind. He had to make you forget about that possibility. He had to forget it for himself.
His kisses down your neck were soft and gentle, in much contrast to the fireworks exploding within you. He slid the shirt up to expose your breasts to himself. The mere sight of such a vulnerable you made his cock jerk harder.
He took your breasts into his hands and delicately suckled on them. He took his time, kneading them each tenderly as he sucked and twirled his tongue around your hard nipples.
Your hands cradled the back of his fuzzy head. Your back arched into him and your legs spread wider. Your pussy fluttered when his dick grazed your folds.
āGod, Tony. I fucking love you so much,ā you moaned.
Now that it was finally said, he wanted to hear you say it every single minute to remind himself that your heart was his now.
With butterfly kisses trailing down your belly and all around your mound, you chuckled as he teased you and moved down to kiss your inner thighs.
āGotta kiss you all over first, sweetheart. So you can feel how much I love yaā he smirked widely.
For such grief-stricken news, he felt happy to hear you laugh again.
You laughed as he lifted your legs to kiss the soles of your feet.
āTony, that tickles!ā
āSorry, babe. How about here huh?ā he smiled placing kisses on each of your ankles.
āTickles a little still.ā
He grinned staring down at you, basking in your loving smile and adorable laugh. He continued his trail down your legs and reached the sides of your knees.
āHow about on your sexy knees huh?ā
āSexy knees?ā you chortled.
āEvery inch of you is sexy to me. Even your toe hair.ā
āI do not have toe hair!ā you laughed as your cheeks warmed instantly.
āItās okay, baby. I got hairy feet too,ā he joked with a laugh.
āYou got hobbit feet.ā
You watched as he slowly trailed down the inside of your supple thighs.
āYeah, and you love them.ā
āDamn right I do. Every inch of you.ā
āYou know what I love?ā he asked lying down on his front as he gazed up at you. āThis right here.ā
He licked a strip up between your pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. You moaned and bit your lower lip, closing your eyes for a moment to relish in the warmth of his mouth.
Your hips rolled forward, welcoming his mouth while Tony slid your legs over his shoulder. Relishing in your taste, his hands moved up your torso.
One of them kneaded your breast and delicately rolled your nipple between his fingertips. The other caressed your beautiful belly, grazing up and down to soothe your growing pleasure.
Tony moaned lowly as his eyes closed. He adored burying his face between your legs. His tongue slithered up and down through your soaked folds. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on your most sensitive area.
āOh, right there,ā you gasped.
The sensation of his rough calloused hands roaming over your body and his mouth working on your pussy had you writhing. You slowly grinded your hips against his mouth, skin hot to the touch.
āTony, please. I need you,ā you pleaded, rubbing his fuzzy head with your open hand.
Tony was as hard as a rock. His cock was throbbing against the mattress, aching to be buried in the sweet cunt heād just devoured.
You felt like you were floating the clouds.
āI got you, baby.ā
Tony slowly moved up and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You moaned as you felt him glide his cock between the plush soaking lips of your pussy.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, he reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer and looked down at his cock to guide it into your entrance. He only held himself there, but he didnāt push in just yet, leaving you to clench around nothing as he rubbed his dick with a bit of lube.
He looked back up at you and pushed in slowly, watching your face react to the delicious stretch of his thick intrusion. The pinching of your eyebrows, your eyes shut and mouth hanging open in an O, your body curving and arching at the pleasure.
You looked so beautiful to him. He wanted to see every detail, every reaction to etch the moment into his memory.
While his hips moved slowly in and out of you, he kissed every spot over the skin on your neck and shoulders. His fingers intertwined with yours as he held a hand above your head under the pillow.
He dragged his cock out leisurely and pushed back in with the same unhurried pace until you were entirely comfortable to the stretch and able to take him deeper and deeper.
His hips gave a thrust to bottom himself out, his balls pressed to your perineum. Your pussy was aching for more friction and force. He knew this well; your growing slickness made it more than evident.
The throbbing of his cock and the squeezing of his hand around yours told you he craved the same.
Leaning down to kiss you, he held his cock deep inside you.
āI love you,ā he whispered resting his forehead against yours for a moment.
'you'll find, there's never any time for babes or wine'
male reader, anal sex, sexual frustration, raw dogging(ow.), cheating, slight internalized homophobia, sexual actions in the military (DON'T. do that), is it a crime to imagine myself with hair, i have dreads, these AREN'T coming off.
he slammed the white and worn out phone onto the holder of the booth. lunch was next, but he felt much to sick to even think about food right now. this was one of those moments he wish he hadn't signed that damn paper.
he wanted to be back with kris, feel her again instead of jerking himself dry to a picture of her in the stalls just for him to not leak a single drop of nothing.
he swirled the rice and chicken around in the paper bowl, his cup of water still full as he hadn't picked it up unless he received it. 'just a friend' she said. what bullshit.
deep down he knew this would happen. it happened to everyone else, so it was blind to happen to him. "..fuck." he muttered under his breath. he needed to get it together, he couldn't break down over herā not now, not like this. and definitely not here.
what was he gonna do? how could he focus this way? there was just no possible way for it to happen if this shit was nagging in the back of his brain.
he ended up throwing the food away, no longer even wanting to stare at it with this damn girl on his mind.
now he couldn't sleep, staring up at the barracks' ceiling just..thinking. what would he do when he got back and saw that guy just staring back at him. opening that door, seeing some random looking at him like he'd never seen him before.
no, no, fuck that, he'd know him. his friends were probably right saying kris had that military fetish. getting off telling that man that he was a jarheadā
"psst," his thoughts were interrupted by a whisper. was it directed towards him? he sat up, jumping a bit to see you right next to his bed. you were a friend of his he made here, a bit closer to him than anyone else. everyone described you as a sweetheart, you were real kind and caring but you got done what needed to be done whether you disliked it or not.
"i snuck these from the cafeteria," you held up two chocolate chip cookies, and it made him surprised that they even had any sort of flavor here. "you want one?" you gave that smile to him, making his heart melt. you thought of him when taking these? practically risking yourself to get something sweet.
"sure," he sat up, moving over a bit to make room for you to sit with him. he opened the wrapper, giving a hum of satisfaction at the sweet taste touching his tongue. god, this felt great.
"thinking about that white chick of yours?" he almost choked, not thinking that you could tellā but hell it was obvious. ever since the phone calls he had been spacing out, and getting angry easier.
he exhaled through his nose, but he didn't deny it. "there's this guy, charlie or charles or some shit. something with a c, i dunno." he looked down at his bruised knees, his feet planted right on the cold hard ground beneath the two of you.
"she met him at some hotel and..they seem to talk a lot apparently. but i just..i know they're boning and-" he looked over at you, seeing how your cheeks were stuffed with the cookies as you ate. he almost burst out laughing but held it in so no one else woke up. "what?" you swallowed down the rest of the food, confused as to why he was laughing.
"jesus man, im talking about my soon to be ex girlfriend be serious for a sec." you gave him a look, "i am!" your voice was still a whisper as you exclaimed, yet you couldn't help but laugh with him.
you had stopped for a moment but he still had a few chuckles. something just tempted you and you weren't too sure what it was. you always felt a bit of something towards him, but it was mostly just admiration right? yeah, he was a good soldier and you looked up to him to better yourself despite being here longer than him.
your eyes slightly hooded, your head getting a bit closer and he took notice at that. his body backed up a bit, but the two of you were still close. it hit that this must have made him uncomfortable, hint being he was giving you a weird look. he made it clear at the meet when the drill sergeant was yelling at him he most definitely wasn't gay. so what the hell were you thinking?
too ashamed to stand up and walk away, you backed off and looked down at the floor. you weren't gonna cry or anything no, you just felt shameful.
your skin felt cold, and full of goose bumps feeling his finger underneath your chin and tracing at your jaw line. it made you look over at him, the uncomfortable look replaced with longing and need. both of your heads went together again, lips connecting like magnets and moving against each other like smooth waves.
his arm rested on your hips, and your on his chest to keep yourself steady because fuck he was a real rough kisser. there wasn't much teeth, and the kiss still went amazingly but he would push against you like he absolutely needed this.
and he did, he needed it so badly because who else did he have? no one, he had no one else except for you.
"oh..tony, chill out a bit.." he was being as 'chill' as he possibly could. going at a medium pace as to keep everyone asleep, but damn no one ever told you something up there hurt like a bitch.
"trying," he said, leaning down and coming to kiss at your lips and neck. "need you so bad.." his thrusts were slowing down but still harsh and hard. he felt so good, finally feeling something around him other than his damn hand.
he himself couldn't lie that he felt a little something for you as well, even after he knew he would regret this. he might want this to keep going if he could let it happen.
"i know but, mngh.." your words cut off when he aimed at somewhere inside you specifically, making you forget everything all at once. "gosh, right there."
his heart sped up as did his movements. he couldn't help himself! he couldn't keep going so slow, it was killing him.
his hand slapped over your mouth, and feeling the vibrations of your muffled moans against his palm. the bed creaked, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close.
yeah, this was definitely going to be more than a one time thing.
Ķ”ĶĶā no matter how hard i try i cant imagine him to be anything but submissive š
āĖā” this was originally gonna be disguised as donnie darko hcs so it would get more interactions but i'm living my truth
. Żā ā¹ . Ż ā” Ż . ā¹ ā Ż.
warning(s): smut, minor sadism. i think thats all? let me know if i missed anything
ā¢ he keeps a photo of your bite mark on his shoulder. took it in the bathroom mirror right after it happened. slightly wet and red, a bruise forming in the shape of your mouth. he'd check the mark obsessively, taking pictures as it faded. the photos buried in a folder labeled "untitled"
ā¢ he kisses the rim of your coffee cup when you arent looking. its like some type of ritualistic routine for him. each time you walk away from your cup, he presses his lips exactly where yours had been, then would lick the rim. he'd wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand after like he was ashamed, then did it again
ā¢ he once held your wrist and felt the pulse. he got dizzy. like he'd touched something so alive it made his body feel artificial
ā¢ he loves when you touch him like he's fragile, like if you're too rough he'll break
ā¢ he once cried after coming while thinking about you. not because he felt ashamed, but because he imagined you seeing him like that, and it felt like the most honest and vulnerable hes ever been
ā¢ he obsessed with you marking him. with your nails, your scent, your teeth. anything that proves to others that hes been touched
ā¢ he often imagines being pulled into your lap. like he weighs nothing. like you could hold all of him
ā¢ he'd let you see him cry during sex. he wouldn't try to hide it. he wants you to know what you do to him
ā¢ he loves when you tell him what to do. where to put his hands, how to open his mouth, how to be good
ā¢ the first time you pulled his hair he whined. it shocked you both, but he didnt ask you to stop. he asked you to do it again
ā¢ the filth that leaves his mouth when he comes is insane. begging to come inside you in the most vulgar way he can
ā¢ afterward he'd cling onto you. overwhelmed, trembling, forehead pressed against your shoulder
Donnieās room was always a mess. Books, clothes and cd casings all over the place. As you waited for him to come back you sat at his desk, looking through his music collection. Tears for fears, The Smiths, U2ā¦
Donnie had left his room to talk to his mom downstairs, who wanted to make sure he knew the house rules before the family left for a short weekend trip to New York.
You tapped your nails against his wooden desk, starting to get bored. Then your eyes laid on his computer. And when you opened it, you discovered he hadnāt logged out the last time he closed it. You looked through his open tabs. A wikipedia article on Albert Camus, an essay on schizophrenia vs autism, a piracy movie site and. Oh. You froze for a second. Porn. You stopped and perked your ears before concluding that Donnie was still talking to his mom in the hallway. Fuck it. You clicked the tab, you werenāt sure what you were expecting, but not this. Not a guy with his hands tied to his bedpost while his girl rode him.
You rewound the video. Watched how she jerked him off, blew him, sat on his face and then on his cock. Then the steps creaked. You quickly shut the computer and pretended to read the back of one of his book.
āHey, sorry it took so long my mom was bitching about turning the stove offā Donnie said as he walked through the door. āLike Iāve never been home alone beforeā he scuffed before closing it behind him. He sat down on the edge of his desk. āItās alrightā you responded and noticed how hard it was to speak normally and felt your gaze drift as your mind replayed the clip. All you could think about was the video that you just watched, that your boyfriend had watched.
āAre you good?ā Donnie asked, raising his brows slightly. āAll good.ā But then you heard the front door shut downstairs. āOr you know what?ā You said, planning your scheme as you went. āWhat?ā He asked, completely unaware to what you had just uncovered. āItās just a thought butā¦ā you started, āI saw this video, where someone was tied to the bedā¦ā you continued as you scanned his face waiting for a reaction. When his cheeks flushed you knew you hit the jackpot. Donnie swallowed before speaking, almost whispering, āyou saw it?ā he asked nervously. āMhm, and you know what?ā You said, jumped up, stood between his legs and kissed him. āWhat?ā he breathed out, both nervous and excited. āIt really turned me onā you confessed.
āWhat? You want to do that?ā Donnie asked unsurely, wanting to confirm you werenāt just playing with him. āYeah, and I think you should stripā You said against his parted lips before walking over to his bed and sitting down. He stared at you in disbelief before he opened his mouth, āright now?ā he stuttered. You nodded crossed your legs and waited.
Donnie started with his shirt, pulling it off, exposing his pale skin. His collarbones almost glowed as they caught the light streaming from his ceiling lamp. He then started unbuttoning his pants, looking at you as if he was scared youād blow it all off. He pulled them off, leaving him in just his underwear. āThatās alrightā you spoke, ācome hereā. Donnie walked over and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. When he turned his head to look at you, he looked so desperate and so eager.
You laid him down, with his head resting against one of his pillows. āStay thereā you told him, pointing with your finger. He watched as you opened one of his clothing drawers and pulled out a tie. You almost trotted back to him, smiling to yourself. Donnie took a deep breath as you climbed onto the bed and straddled him. The tie dangled from your hand and you raised a brow at him. āYeah?ā You asked him and he nodded eagerly in response.
You leaned over him and he placed his hands above his head, against the headboard. The tie circled the board and his wrist a few times before you tied it secure. Donnie wriggled his hands, testing its strength. āYeah iām not getting awayā he chuckled as he looked up on his hands. āJust let me know if youāre not feeling itā you reassured him before meeting his lips.
It felt weird not having Donnieās hands tangled in your hair or holding onto your hips as you made out. But it sure made him more responsive. He whined as your tongue entered his mouth. The next kiss was deeper, open-mouthed. His tongue entered your mouth before your lips could connect which made you grind against his hardening cock. He let out a near undetectable moan as he let you lightly suck on his tongue.
When you pulled away a string of saliva lingered between the two of you. You looked into his eyes as you placed kisses down his chest. It was as if the restraints made him more frustrated, as if the knowledge of not being able to touch you made him crave it. You slowed down near his happy trail, making sure both hipbones got kissed before you started pulling at the hem of his boxers.
Donnie lifted his hips and you dragged them off before throwing the underwear on the floor. You sat back and admired him, which seemed to excite him as his cock twitched under your gaze. A drop of precum fell onto his stomach and he whined, begging for something, anything.
You let your pointer finger run up along his shaft before wrapping around his head. Your thump swiped at his slit as you held him. Donnie hummed beneath you and bucked his hips, trying to fuck your fist. Your other hand went to his hip and pushed him down. āDonāt be so needyā you mumbled as you began stroking him. He whined a weak āsorryā as you twisted your fingers around his dick.
You sat back before pulling your shirt off, exposing your tits. Donnieās hands tugged at the restraints as you spat on his cock and as he watched how some of it got on your chest. You spread your spit with your hand and clenched your thighs at the sight. Donnie kept muttering pleas as you jerked him off, though he didnāt know for what exactly.
Though he did get closer to what he needed when your tongue went to lick his tip. He breathed out heavily and closed his eyes in pleasure. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock while your hand kept stroking his shaft. Donnieās thighs tensed beneath you and his hips kept threatening to thrust up into your mouth. āFuck, youāre so pretty, youāre so good to meā he rambled and moaned as he admired you through heavy eyelids.
You took him deeper, still letting your hand stroke what you couldnāt manage. You went slowly, making sure to press your tongue against his leaking tip. When you came back up, you rubbed your spit onto his cock, watching his thighs shiver and hips buck.
You stood up on your knees before sliding your pants and underwear off, relishing at Donnieās strained breathing. You climbed onto to Donnie again and hovered above his dick. You watched his hands struggle against the headboard as you let to fingers slide between your folds. Your mouth fell open as your fingers circled your clit and you felt your knees get weak when Donnie whimpered at the sight.
āI want you on meā he sighed. His eyes finally looked up from your circling fingers and slick thighs. You kept touching yourself, occasionally dipping into your hole to gather more wetness before going back to swiping at your clit. āWant you on my face, on my mouth pleaseā Donnie whined and pleaded, desperate to give you something back.
You started climbing up to his face, āonly cause youāve been so goodā you teased before hovering over his face. One of your hands stroked his cheek as you looked down at him, smiling. Your touch abandoned him as your hands went to hold onto the top of the headboard before you carefully sank down on him.
Donnie eagerly lapped at you and he made his content known by moaning against your clit. It was as he was trying to taste as much of you as possible, letting his tongue clean up every single drop of your spread wetness. You moaned above him as you fought the urge to put your entire weight onto him. For every second that task became harder, especially when his tongue dipped into you. He fucked his tongue into you and lapped around your entrance as his nose nudged against your pulsing clit, meanwhile his hips were bucking up into nothing in desperation.
You cried out at the stimulation before warning Donnie, āIām closeā you whimpered. He upped his efforts and wrapped his mouth around your clit. Sucking harshly as his tongue flicked it. Your thighs clamped around his head and shook as your orgasm crashed into you. You moaned loudly and slumped your head against the headboard, breathing heavily as Donnie lapped up the last of your juices.
After you climbed off his face you kissed his swollen lips. He moaned into your mouth before whispering a āpleaseā against your lip. āI need to be inside youā he said and you brushed his sweaty hair off his forehead. As you thighs shook under your weight you understood that there was no chance in hell you were gonna be riding him. You kissed him again as your hand went to untie the knot above his head.
As soon as he came free he grabbed your hips and flipped you over. He leaned down over your body, letting his skin brush against your hardened nipples as he kissed you. His cock rutted against your clit before he entered you. He stalled when all of him was inside, grabbing the sheets so he wouldnāt cum during the first three seconds. Going from feeling so needy to burying his cock in his girlfriend was unmatched.
He began moving inside you, slowly. His hands went to grip your hips, pulling himself into you with every thrust. He fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch himself disappear into you and your face as his pelvis brushed against your sensitive clit. Each time he bottomed out his brows furrowed and a moan slipped his lips. āDonāt be a teaseā you murmured beneath him, wanting him to up his pace and fuck you for real. āSorryā he mumbled back, āyou just feel too goodā. Then he slammed into you, while focusing all his strength on not collapsing on top of you.
He grabbed one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder as he upped his pace. He laid his other hand on your lower stomach, pushing down and occasionally he even thought he could feel his cock beneath his palm.
He continued rocking his hips into you as he neared his climax. His breaths started coming out in short huffs and he groaned when he thrust into you. āWanna cum in youā he breathed out, not looking up at you for an answer, though you still gave him a yes.
He grabbed onto your thigh and dug his nails into your skin and he came. His eyes closed and his jaw dropped as he moaned praises to you. He pulled out before lying down beside you, breathing heavily. You nuzzled into his side and kissed his temple. You held him till you both drifted off into deep sleep.
hii !! I loved your Donnie fics, can I request Anthony swofford coming back home to his wife and her gently doting to him and him just feeling so overwhelmed and showing her just how much he missed her? (iykwim >ā .ā <)
but of course, you choose if you want to take this request, have a good day !! ^ā _ā ^
welcome home
āĶā§Ė*Ā°ąæ anthony swofford comes home from war, and is met with a warm welcome from his wife.
warnings: smut!! soft sex, sweet and cutie
Anthony sat in the bus with his crewmen. The bus was filled with laughter and joy, the men chatting and joking with cheer. Today was a special day: Anthony was finally coming home to his wife. It had been over a year since the last time he saw her, with every single day feeling like a dozen. Anthony and [Name] had been together since sophomore year of high school. Right before Anthony joined the military, he married [Name] as she had vowed she would never love again if he was to die.
There wasn't a moment where Anthony wasn't thinking of [Name]. He'd lay in the barracks, closing his eyes and imagining she was right there next to him. He'd sit in the bathroom stalls pretending to have a stomachache, when he was really just jerking off to the single picture he had of his beloved. It photographed a smiling [Name], beaming with pride as she wore nothing but Anthonys t-shirt. The other guys would often enviously tease Anthony, but he knew it was all in good fun. He knew that they wished a beautiful, loyal girl was waiting at home for them.
Although Anthony trusted [Name] with his life, there was always a voice in the back of his mind. He couldn't help but worry about [Name] seeing another man while he was away. The thought filled him with an uneasy sense of dread and insecurity, hardly even being able to stomach the thought of [Name] finding someone else. These feelings were always pushed down as soon as Anthony got the chance to call [Name], her soft voice soothing his aching fear of her infidelity.
"Swofford! Heres yer' stop" the bus driver said, pulling Anthony out of his daydreams. He put on his hat and stood up. His crew-mates shook hands with him, bidding him a goodbye and telling him to keep in touch. Anthony simply smiled, as he was in a hurry to get the hell out of there and see his wife. He stepped out and off of the bus, looking back one last time at the men he'd fought a war with. He turned to face his house that looked the exact same as he left it.
The small garden in the front was flourishing under the early spring sun. The grass was mowed to perfection, garden nomes sitting happily on top of the soil. A small American flag hung on a banner placed in a flower pot, which must have been a new addition as Anthony didn't remember it being there before. He stepped up to the wooden door and knocked. He heard the soft patter of slippered-feet and the creak of the old floorboards. The door flew open and the scent of food and the sight of [Name] came through.
She stood in the doorway, her cheeks rosy and her hair pulled out of her face. [Name] wore a white apron that had stains all over it, and underneath a yellow flowered sundress, a personal favorite of Anthonys. She stood there, wide eyed and open mouthed. She took in the sight of her husband, his face a bit scruffy, but his uniform crisply pristine. Anthony looked deep into her tear-pricked eyes. "You're...home..." she muttered, letting her hands find their way to his face. Anthony smiled at her, feeling his own tears start to form. "Yeah, baby. I'm home."
[Name] wrapped her arms around Anthonys neck and kissed his lips. She grabbed onto him tightly, almost as if he was going to disappear. He kissed her back and lead her inside the house, not taking his lips off hers for even a second. Anthony kicked the door closed as he felt and grabbed [Name] all over. He gently squeezed her hips as he pushed her up against the wall. [Name] broke the kiss, panting and eyes wet with unshed tears.
She smiled at Anthony, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks. "It feels like i'm dreaming" [Name] said as she cupped his face with her hands. Anthony smiled back, leaning into her soft hands that carried the scent of bread dough. "I missed you so much, baby" he said as he began kissing her neck. [Name] moaned lightly, the embers of pleasure finally being ignited once more. Anthony kissed and sucked hickeys onto the smooth skin of [Names] neck. He slid his hand up the bottom of her sundress and under the fabric, playing with the lace of her panties.
Although the fantasy in his mind featured [Name] sprawled out on their bed, Anthony couldn't resist fucking her right there against the wall. He grabbed her thighs, signaling for her to wrap her legs around him. [Name] hopped and pulled Anthony closer using her legs, his fingers still gripping the soft flesh. Anthony groaned against [Names] lips. He used one big hand to pull down the neckline of the sundress [Name] was wearing. Her bare tits spilled out, nipples already hard just from kissing. "No bra?" Anthony questioned, gaze still stuck on her breasts. [Name] shook her head no, "Wanted to be ready for you." Anthony smirked and sucked on [Names] nipple, still gripping her thighs. "Missed these pretty tits. Missed everything about you."
[Name] ran her hands over Anthonys buzz-cut head. The hair that she loved to yank on was no longer there, replaced by the stubble that adorned his head. [Name] didn't mind this. Anthony makes quick work of his belt and zipper, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his aching, throbbing cock. It springs forth, hard and heavy, the thick shaft pulsing with each beat of his racing heart.
Anthony reached down, hiking [Names] dress up around her hips and baring her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. His fingers delved between her folds, finding hers lick heat. He groaned at the evidence of her own arousal.
"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he rasps, his fingers sliding easily through [Names] dripping slit. "I know how much you missed me, missed this..." With that, Anthony notches the broad head of his cock at [Names] entrance, the thick shaft nudging against her swollen clit, coating itself in her slick arousal. With a slow, gentle thrust of his hips, Anthony sheathes himself inside [Name] inch by hard, throbbing inch disappearing into her welcoming heat. He pauses for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath mingling with her own as he savors the feeling of finally being with his beloved wife.
"I missed you so much, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Missed you so much,Tony. My fingers aren't enough to make me feel as good as you do." Anthony starts to move then, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm as he makes love to [Name] tenderly. He takes his time, each thrust deliberate and purposeful, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of [Names] essence. His hands roam her body, caressing and stroking, reacquainting himself with every curve and swell he's been dreaming about for months.
As he made love to [Name] with a gentle passion, he listened to her breathy sighs and soft moans. Anthony leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue gliding against [Names]. "I love you, I love you so much," he whispered against her lips, his hips never ceasing their steady, loving rhythm. "I'm so happy to be here with you, to hold you, to feel you..."
[Name] buries her face in Anthonys neck as she reaches her climax, her eyes shutting tight and her legs shaking. All that comes out of her mouth is a string of "I love you's" that sound like a chant. As he feels [Names] wetness slick his cock, Anthony releases his cum into her womb. He thrusts as his cock continues spurting out semen, making [Name] whimper in overstimulation. Once every last drop is inside of [Name], Anthony pulls out. [Name] looks up at Anthony, slowly coming back into full consciousness.
"Welcome home, baby."
(AAAH im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope u like it tho :3)
Tags: fluff, no y/n, no physical description of reader, fem!reader, semi-established relationship, cuddling, kisses, awkward!donnie, possibly hurt/comfort, kinda short.
Notes: might be a bit buns/ooc bc ive never written for donnie before (gulpš). First ever fic on tumblr. This was sorta out of my comfort zone, so it might be straight ass.
Word count: 1k+
Donnie couldn't believe his reality. Sometimes, he would have random moments of clarity, sprinkled into minute, miniscule events; reminding him of the fragility of the world before him. He often felt his hallucinations brought him a higher sense of enlightenment, yet it was a hard thing to comprehend. The development of Frank, coupled with the mind-numbing thoughts of his own mortality, made him feel more alone than ever. It all felt distant yet so very real.
Still, he found comfort in one thing: you. You who absentmindedly buried your nails into his dark brown locs, almost as to scratch reassurance into his clouded brain; it was almost like second nature to you. Donnie couldn't help but let out a soft whine into your chest, the noise being muffled by the fabric of your shirt. He swore he felt a cavity coming in at the comforting yet genuine kindness you showed him.
You knew donnie was troubled and unconventional, yet that never scared you away. Even though many people only viewed him as a schizophrenic freak, he was honestly the most profound and articulate person you had ever met.
Ever since you started 'going together', as Donnie would call it, you've notived the small things about him.
Donnie was genuinely talented in expressing himself. Whether it be through artistic mediums or poetry, he had such a creative spirit, one you felt innately drawn to. You saw the true Donnie behind the commonly misconrstruded Donald Darko.
When he was with you, Donnie didn't feel so alone. When he was with you, the voices weren't so loud, like they had been silenced by the endless shows of affection you had chiseled into his mind and onto his skin. As foreign as the tender love you showed him was, he found himself addicted to it; growing hungry for it when your touches stilled for even a moment.
As he lay on your stomach, arms covertly hooked beneath your back, limbs tangled between yours as your fingers twirled and combed through his hair, he couldn't help but look at you with his big blue eyes, lazily lingering on your face, drinking in every detail. Donnie did this so often. most times, he wouldn't even notice he was staring. He didn't want to come of weird or off-puttingāespecially to you.
Despite the multitude of rumors and theories the people of Middlesex spread about him, he didn't have malicious intent. He just thought you looked so pretty reading that book, and he just couldn't shake the way your hair sat along your face, the way your clothes hung over your body just right, how your voice hit every sweet spot in his ear, how you were tender yet soft to the touch. You flooded all his senses, and he still couldn't get enough.
Soon enough, you noticed him staringāhis lazy eyes mapping out every detail and copying it straight to memoryācausing a warm smile to curl over your lips. "Donnie, you're staring." You smirked.
Your eyes shifted from the book held delicately between your fingers to look down at him, your other hand still burried comfortably in his scalp.
When your words registered, he looked surprised for a moment, a bit embarrassedā not only that he was caught, but that he didn't notice his eyes were glued onto you, lost into thought.
Gently you sat the book beside you before giving Donnie your full undevided attention. He began to feel heavy under your gaze. The thoughts began to fester within his mind, haunting his brain and clouding his judgment. He fucked it upāhe fucks everything up. You finally realized what a wacko schizophrenic he was and now you're gonna leave him.
"oh. m'sorry." He mumbled, diverting his gaze awkwardly.
"Hey, don't be sorry. You didn't do anything." You reassured, shifting to sit up in your bed, the covers rustling beneath you, bed slightly creaking under your weight. Your fingers trailed down to cup his cheeks, holding his face delicately in your hands like he hung the stars and painted the moon. To you, Donnie was a work of art.
"I love you, you dork. Don't forget that, alright?" You promised, meeting his wide-eyed gaze, a slight pout painted on his lips. You wanted him to know how much he mattered to you. You waited patiently for his reaction, giving him all the time he needed. Before you knew it, he leaned in, desperate to plant his lips against yours.
He genuinely couldn't fathom why you loved himāwhat supernatural force caused you to be gifted to him, but he worshipped you regardless.
You quickly leaned into the kiss, a smile creeping back onto your lips as he softly pushed you back onto your back, hands gently caressing your hips. Once more, you sunk your fingers into his hair, both of you relishing in the soft comfort of one another, lips only deepening the connection between you both as they twirled in an intimate dance.
Soon, you pulled away, holding his face in your hands once again, coaxing over his cheeks with your thumbs. Leaning closer, you peppered numerous kisses along his jaw, cheeks, nose, and forehead. You wanted to brand him with your love, so he never forgets what it felt like.
No matter how weird donnie was, it never phased you. You always listened to his passionate rambles about his favorite neiche topics, reading the books he recommended to you, reciprocating his methodical acts of affection with effortless grace. You never belittled him for his issues, always comforting him when the voices became too loud or when the world felt too big. Just as he did for you.
Donnie swear he felt tears well in his eyes at the genuine tenderness you displayed for him. He comfortably burried his face in your shoulder, trailing soft circles on your hips as he quietly teared up next to you.
You reassured him, moving your hands to his back, running your hand up and down the fabric of his blue shirt. The room felt full, the two of you relishing in each other company, as the sun slowly began to set outside the window. However, that didn't matter right now. Nothing outside of this room mattered to either of you.
summary: itās about jake. heās a fratboy. i know nothing about fraternities. letās see where this takes us (most likely to his ridiculously messy room he dares to call āorganized chaosā)!
notes: thank you to a wonderful anon for bringing up this concept and inspiring these headcanons! this is also heavily inspired by jakeās role in the movie proof, i hope you guys wonāt mind that i spiced our sweet hal dobbs up. š š„³ thank you for reading and remember to reblog!
summary/request: jake teasing you in public with these app controllable vibrator-egg thingies š
warnings: curse words, smut (including use of a vibrator/sex toys, public play, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, slight dacryphilia). 18+ MINORS DONāT INTERACT.
word count: 1585
gif credits: gyllenhaaldaily
notes: iāve never been to a lush store and never used a lovesense lush vibrator so the whole thing might not be too realistic, shh, details! remember to reblog if you enjoyed!
summary: Ā«Ā can we PLSSSS get a jake birthday sex smut where the reader wants to please him and is wearing lingerie i will die omg thank u Ā».Ā
warnings: lots of curse words, teasing, smut, sorta dominant reader??? (your guess is as good as mine)
word count: 1352
notes: I HAD TO TURN THIS INTO A ONE SHOT iām sorry. it became so lengthy.Ā thank you so much for resending this request! or at least, sending something super similar to what i had in my inbox! this is bomb!!! and late af, but hey, make it your birthday everyday! also, the title sounds bad if you read lingerie as lann-ge-r-hey and not ālynn-ge-reeā. look at me, doing phonetics. thank you for sending that and thank you all for reading it!
donnie darko having a wet dream about you while heās sleeping next to you and heās whimpering out your name and sometimes he fakes sleep walking to your laundry room/area and takes one of your used panties andā [GUNSHOTS!!!!!]
āā®Ėļ½”ā pilot kelson relationship headcanons
ā® req for anon! playlist ā® masterlist
he always plays your favorite songs on diner jukeboxes, even if you arenāt there
tells you the dumbest pickup lines
āif you were a fruit youād be a fineapple šā
he wants to match everything with you. keychains, bracelets, outfitsā¦ he practically buys everything in pairs
lays his head in your lap or on your shoulder whenever he can
^ he knows youll scratch his head when he doesā¦ its all part of his plot
LOVES to sneak up on you and hug u from behind
he looveeessss a good makeout sesh. sometimes heāll get all giddy when youre doing it and giggles in & between kisses.
^ when you first start dating, he sucks at kissing. like terrible. but he gets better and learns the things you like
so impossibly touchy
has insane mommy issues . do with that what you will
tripsits you. once you greened out and he took the best care of you, fed u, made u drink water, reassured uā¦. all the things
you have to remind him to take his iron pills for anemia
^ u can always tell when he hasnt.. he gets all clumsy
he pierced your eyebrow to match his, took good care of it for you
(can u tell he loves doing things for you?)
he likes blowing dandelion fuzz in your face
he LOVES when u wear his clothes. his like orange/tan jacket that he flips inside out is his go-to when ur cold. also just seeing u swagged out in his clothes makes him geek
loves to take you rollerskating, bowling, to arcadesā¦.
he holds your hand in the weirdest ways. sometimes heāll just hold onto your pinkie while youāre walking, other times heāll cradle one of your hands in both of his
gets all teary eyed when he has to say bye
he loves hearing you breathe when youāre sleeping, its personal and intimate in a way he canāt explain
shares all his food with you
he makes little raps about how much he loves you. heāll be like āgimme a beatā and start rhyming like hes dr seuss
āthis reminded me of yooouuuuā
if theres two of ANYTHING he has to say āthats usā
you canāt watch movies together bc he falls asleep EVERY TIME (he always says he wonāt this time)
has a little camcorder that he uses to take videos/pictures of u and ur adventures
he likes putting stickers all over your face
he always asks you to push him on swings š
at parties and raves he ALWAYS manages to find his way to the dj and requests your favorite song
he does that thing toddlers do when theyāre like āWATCH THISā and jump off the couch
if you guys go out to eat he always fakes a proposal or says itās your birthday to get free food
draws ugly little monster guys on u
sometimes heāll come back from hanging out with jack literally smelling like a dog. gross but u get to shampoo his hair and clean the dirt from under his nails and get his blackheads and when ur done he looks like a princess
^insists on wearing the spa headband thingies
makes you have lightsaber battles with him in toy aisles
calls you the dumbest nicknames. if youāre being quiet he calls you ātalksyā and dumb stuff like dat
burns you so many cds i know i hc this for wveryone but its CANON
Summary: You come over to Donnieās house unannounced and find him touching himself.
Warnings: Sub!Donnie, masturbation, panty sniffing, touching himself to a picture of you, youāre a bit mean, blood (he accidentally bites your lip).
Word count: 964
Notes: This is really short (soz), might do a part two if it does well!
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Even though you felt too old to be forced on family vacations, you still got dragged along to Cape Cod over the summer. Your friend, or unofficial boyfriend (whatever you want to call it), Donnie, had been waiting for you all summer to come back home. He tried to pass the time as best he could. Shooting bottles, biking, watching shitty sitcoms. Most effective of all was staring at his Polaroid of you, where you are dressed in nothing but a bikini top and tiny shorts, and either burying his face in your panties or jerking himself off holding them around his cock.
You got home in late July. You never told Donnie about it beforehand; you wanted it to be a surprise. You barely got home before leaving to go to his house. Under a flowerpot on the front porch lay a pair of spare keys. You picked them up, inserted them into the keyhole, and quietly unlocked the front door. No one seemed to be downstairs; you began to wonder if Donnie was not even home. But you decided to check his room.
In case he was there, you walked the creaky steps as carefully as possible. His door was closed, and a light shined from under the door. Your body filled with excitement, you had missed him so terribly. You turned the doorknob and looked into his room. However, Donnie did not seem to notice you. In fact, his eyes were closed. On his chest lay a Polaroid of you from a few months back; one of his hands held a pair of your used panties, which you thought you had lost, in his face, and his other hand feverishly stroked his cock.
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you could not deny his little show turned you on. You stepped in the room and closed the door behind you. This woke Donnie up from his daydream. His eyes shot up, cheeks turned maroon, and he stilled. āUh. Look, Iā,ā he stammered. You two were not dating, so this could have easily scared you off. āDonāt let me interrupt you,ā you said and walked towards his bed. This was your chance to play around with him a bit, which you needed after being away for so longātoo long. āI was enjoying the show.ā
Poor Donnie thought he might pass away from embarrassment. Not only did the girl he liked walk in on him, but she also walked in on him stuffing her used, stolen panties in his face with her skimpy Polaroid right by. He had a hard time deciphering you, whether you were being genuine or not.
You met Donnieās silence with a sigh. āI want to see what youāve been getting up to without me here,ā you said in a kinder, softer voice, hoping it would make him feel more comfortable. āYouāre not mad?ā He asked instead. You smiled and shook your head. āThe opposite.ā
Donnie's hand began stroking his cock again, now with his eyes open, looking at you. He realized then how much better you looked in real life than in that still picture. His hand holding your underwear softened its grip. āDid you steal these?ā You pointed at the panties. Donnieās gaze looked far away and cloudy. He hummed a yes.
He was not sure if this was real. Maybe he fell asleep while masturbating and was having some sort of erotic dream, but this was too realistic. His body spasmed in pleasure as he watched your face. It almost felt more perverted to jerk off to your face than, letās say, your tits. This was not just desperation; this was adoration.
āWhat do you do with them?ā You asked, already knowing the answer. But hearing him say it would do so much for you. āI smell them,ā Donnie whimpered in response; his whole being was getting eaten up by horniness, and he did not have enough brain power to feel shame anymore. He just wanted to cum.
āShow me,ā you inquired, and he obliged. He smothered himself with them once again, heavily breathing in your scent. His thighs shook as he did, and his hips moved more than his hand by now. He was basically fucking up into his fist. He moaned hopelessly into the lace, which did not do much to muffle the sounds. His sheer desperation turned you on as much as it angered you. You grabbed the panties from him and shoved them into his open mouth. āYouāre too noisy.ā
A few whimpers still slipped out, but you could deal with that. You tried your best to hold back, because even though you enjoyed watching him suffer, you wanted to put your lips to his flushed, sweaty skin and kiss him all over. He could make up for it later.
You could tell he was nearing his climax by the way his legs trembled and flexed. The veins on his thin, pale hand were protruding from the strain. The panties in his mouth were useless by now as his sounds grew louder. So, you took them out and replaced them with your tongue. He writhed on his sheets and sucked on your tongue. It was not pretty; it was sloppy and messy, but God, it felt good.
He accidentally bit down on your lip when he came, mixing your blood into the shared saliva. His cum landed on his stomach, cooling him down when the breeze from the AC brushed his skin. You broke the kiss and breathed heavily into each otherās mouths. āIāve missed you so much,ā Donnie said, still sounding whiny and weak. You smiled, āMe too. Now you can have the real deal,ā you teased and pecked his lips. He hummed happily, wanting nothing more than to dive between your thighs.
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