So, listen. Ever since seeing Death Stranding and Mads in it I gave a Solider AU of Duncan being in the military. And this was one of the ideas I had in my head, enjoy.
Life of a Commander of the military is hard enough but adding a lover into the mix that is kilometers away is even harder. From Duncan Vizla is always expected to rise to the top of the mission always having the stress of his soldiers to survive at the dangerous and mysterious terrain.
-Big Boss, are you alright?
Asked the young soldier as he sat next to his boss.
Duncan looks at him smiling weakly.
-Just thinking. In my zone.
Duncan answers as he looked back at his rough hands twirling his fingers aimlessly.
-He is thinking about his girl.
Said Duncan's colleague, Ryan. As he sat across Duncan.
-At least I have one.
Duncan looks back at his friend a smile appearing in his face. For a second Duncan loses himself thinking of Y/n. Hearing her smooth voice in his ears, feeling her soft and firm touch on his hands as if she was with him. Holding him close.
-Big boss, why did you leave your dog tags?
The younger trooper asks
-I want a reason more to come home.
Duncan replied hoping to hide his blush that was appearing in his cheek.
-As if an awesome girl wasn't reason enough.
Ryan huffs adding an answer on top of Duncan's. Duncan grins at his commander hoping to run some more salt on his wound.
-Jealous much, Ryan?
-What would you do it about it, Duncan?
Duncan looks at his friend only saying the two words that send chills down Ryans backbone.
-Dinner party.
As Ryan leans over the plane widow he stands up brushing off his unsteady demeanor.
-We are here, let's go.
Duncan stands up as he walks towards the back of the plane pushing the red button opening the door revealing the thick clouds as underneath were the sounds of guns and bombs. Duncan turns to his men putting on his helmet and saying loudly thought the war sounds.
-Fellas, let's get this over with. I have my woman waiting for me at home.
If you like it please do request something from this AU, so we can make maybe a small universe or story.
Can you do a blurb with Tom where the reader is in the army and just came home after about a year and she hasn't had an orgasm since before she left and it leads to smut?
You walk up to the house you and Tom share, duffel bag in hand. You’d spent the last eight months in Kosovo; you couldn’t wait to see him and how surprised he’d be.
Tom is expecting you to come home, but not for another week. Your assignment had ended early, so you decided to come home and surprise him. You’d be home for three weeks, then a short security detail in San Francisco and then you could finally retire.
Nervously, you knock on the door; you hear the welcomingly familiar sound of Tessa’s paws hitting the tile floor. Tom’s heavier footsteps are soon to follow.
“Wonder who’s here, eh, Tess? Not expecting anyone, I...” the door swings open slowly.
“Surprise!” you exclaim.
Tom’s eyes go wide and his jaw nearly hits the ground. “(y/n)? he whispers. “Is it really you?”
You laugh. “Assignment ended a week early, so I thought I’d surprise you.”
Tom grins, making no move to wipe away the tear that’s escaped his eye. “Oh, my God. You’re home, I can’t believe it, you’re really home!” He throws his arms around you, squeezing as tightly as he can. “Oh, my God, I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, baby. But I’m home now, I’m home now.” You’re crying too, at this point. “Three weeks, I’m home for three weeks. Then I have to go to San Francisco for a few days but then I’ll be retired and I’ll be home forever.”
“It was such a long eight months without you, love.” Tom leads you into the house; you bend down to pet Tessa and let her lick your face. “I kept busy with the movie, all the press and the reshoots but... but I missed you.”
“I know you did, baby.” You cup his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his in a long but tender kiss. “Hey, um, can you kennel Tessa for a little bit?”
Tom chuckles. “You want the welcome-home sex, don’t you?”
“Tom, I lived in a tent with six other women. I didn’t even have a moment to myself, let alone a chance to masturbate. I haven’t had an orgasm in almost nine months and I need you.”
“Tessa!” Tom exclaims. “Tessa, let’s go to bed, huh?”
Tessa’s ears droop slightly as Tom hastily leads her to her kennel.
“Now,” he says, scooping you up, “let’s take care of that, shall we?”
Tom carries you into the bedroom, setting you down carefully; you quickly strip off your uniform as he takes off his own clothes.
“Damn,” Tom breathes, running a hand over your stomach. “You worked out a lot over there.”
“They dropped us in the middle of the Eastern European countryside, there’s not a lot else to do over there.”
“God, I missed you.” Without warning, Tom grabs you around the waist, kissing you deeply; without breaking the kiss he walks you over to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you fall backwards onto the bed. Tom stands up for a moment to let you get on the bed all the way, then hovers over you once again.
“Oh, my God,” you moan. “I missed this bed. I missed this house. I missed you.”
“I know, darling. That means we don’t have to do much in the way of foreplay, huh?”
“Fuck, Tommy, no.”
Wordlessly, Tom grasps one of your hands in each of his as he thrusts into you. Not having had sex in eight months has made you super horny, super wet.
You moan loudly as he pushes into you. “Darling,” he breathes, “you’re still so tight for me, you feel wonderful.”
“I missed this the most,” you say, clasping his hands a little more tightly. “I missed getting to feel you, missed getting to fuck you. I- oh, God.”
Tom keeps a steady pace with his thrusts, bending down occasionally to kiss your neck, your collarbone, the swell between your breasts. He finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks gently on it; the sensation causes you to buck your hips wildly with pleasure.
“Oh, Tom, that feel so good, don’t stop.”
“M’not planning on it, darling.”
You’re savoring the feeling of this moment - being reunited with the man you adore, making love to him in your own bed. The thought of this moment was the thing that got you through those eight lonely months while you were deployed. And now, you’re living it... and it’s better than you could have dreamed.
You can feel the distantly familiar fire pooling in your lower abdomen. “Oh, fuck, Tommy. I’m so close, I’m close.”
Tom lets go of one of your hands, reaching down to stroke you gently. “Let it all out for me, darling.”
You clench your fingers around the hand he’s still holding as you reach your peak, loudly moaning his name. Tom’s orgasm isn’t far behind yours; with a loud groan he spills into you. He’s still pulsing slightly as he collapses onto your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone.
“Welcome home, Soldier,” he says cheekily, rolling off of you.
“You’re an idiot,” you giggle. “But I love you.”
“Mmm, I love you too, darling. So, now that you’re home, what’d you want to do?”
You grin at him. “I want to just lay right here,” you say. “In my own bed, with the man I love more than anything in the world, and do absolutely nothing.”
Tom laughs as he kisses your cheek. “I think I can arrange that, my love.”
A/N: Part of my Solider AU series. I do angst, fluff, I am still debating smut. Just request!
“Dudes come on, you know how much I hate being blindfolded.” You sighed when the only answer you got was Sam and Dean snickering.
“Don’t worry Y/N its so worth it.” You sighed again, an excited feeling buzzing through your chest. They stopped and you raised your hands to take off the blind fold but they smacked your hands causing you to whine.
“You take it off when we say Y/N/N.” You whined again and what you guessed was Sam chuckled. .
“Okay on the count of three; one…. two…. three….” You took off the blindfold and looked up, nearly dropping to your knees. Cas, your boyfriend, stood there in his uniform. You squealed before running into his arms, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“You’re home! You’re home!” You kissed his lips over and over again until he threw his head back in laughter in which you started to kiss his neck.
“God..I was so worried, I’m so glad you’re home..” He smiled and kissed you passionately, you kissed with just as much if not more passion.
“Yes I’m home…” You grinned and hugged him tightly, not letting go. He smiled and carried you over to Sam and Dean who patted his back. They’ll give him a hug later because it looks like you’re not letting go anytime so.
“You have to tell me about it! All the people you met, your buddies, what its like.” He nodded after everything you said, you were excited and he knew how you got. You rambled. Cas carried you to the impala and got in, he held you while he told you all about his time in the war.
“I got medals. For saving my team members, I carried them off the battle field when they got to hurt to move. They send me mail, thanking me about everything.” You grinned, running your fingers over the scruff of your boyfriends face. You thought he wasn’t really here and that this was in fact a dream.
“That’s amazing baby, tell me more.” He smiled as he leaned into your touch, his stories of war lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: Part of my Solider AU Series! Request if you like!
Request: Could I request a soldier!Dean x reader where he is coming home for good and is nervous because he is going to meet his and the readers new born daughter for the first time,and not on Skype like he has.
Requested by @geekyelvenchick
Deans leg bounced up and down as he waited for you to show up with your daughter. He was so nervous.
“Dean calm down.” Sam patted his back and Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.
“W-what happens if she doesn’t like me or recognize me? I’ve only seen her on Skype.” Sam smiled down at his older brother before fixing his cameo hat.
“Mary will recognize you, I promise.”
“D-Dean…?” Said man looks up, a large grin breaking out on his face once he’s seen your gorgeous features. He ran over you, hugging you tightly as you set Mary’s car seat down.
“Oh my god,Dean!” You hugged him tightly and kissed his lips repeatedly.
“I didn’t know you were coming today!” Deans calloused thumbs wiped away your tears and Mary began to cry causing you to take her out of her car seat. God if that isn’t one of the best things Dean’s heard in a while.
“Shhhh baby, Daddy’s home…” You smiled at Dean.
“Do you want to hold her?” He looked at his rough hands, the ones that had been the cause of so many lives had being shortened. Your hand grabbed his, breaking him out of his conflicting thoughts.
“I promise you’re not going to break her.” He smiles slightly and you hand your child to him. Tears spring to Deans eyes as Mary grabs his thumb. You smile at them and Dean kisses her forehead.
“Daddy’s home…for good.”
Later that night, Mary’s crying wakes you up and you get up out of bed. You walk over to her room but stop when you here Dean singing to her. Mary’s crying immediately quiets down and she smiles up at Dean who smiles back at her with so much love in his eyes. You walk into the room and lay your head on Deans shoulder, singing along with him. He kisses your forehead before swaying back and forth.
“She’s more beautiful in person..” You grinned, kissing both of there cheeks.
“I know.. I’m so glad your home.” He smiles down at his beautiful daughter.
Sara Alice: ohhhhh ok~ because these beds aren't as comfy as my own im sure l....and no no im not tired Arthur: shes a tart. But youre more than perfect ~ Belle: *hands roaming down his pants going to stroke hin a bit before pulling away from the kisses and sliding down onto her knees with a little smirk* Idon: did he? Yeah I want a big puppy!
DOES IT HAVE TO BE A VERSE? If so 20s verse or Star Wars verse or soldier AU. Like in Soldier AU where Tim was dreaming the entire time and Jason never got to vietnam he died before it and Roy just faked the letters or something because fuck the kid is who Jason loved and omg I'm making myself cry. *whines*
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Pairing: Jason/Tim
Verse: Soldier AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: At least they’re happy now right?
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Tim sits up in his hospital bed, smiling as best he can around a cough. His friends file in, Bart talking too fast, Conner talking to loud, and Stephanie looking ready to toss her hands up at any moment. The good news is the noise gives him the opportunity to spit bloody phlegm in the tin on his small table. The bad news is he’s coughing up bloody phlegm.
“How was school?” He asks, taking the offered homework, trying to refuse the urge to ask if there was any mail for him when they stopped by his house.
“The same,” Conner shrugs. He looks more tired nowadays—probably drowning in guilt over not being drafted. But that’s what happens when you’re Clark Kent’s son. (Tim was done being guilty the moment he got this room.)
“Boring,” Bart supplies, hopping onto the foot of the bed.
“I liked it,” Steph grins. Tim can never tell if she’s being contrary for fun or because she actually enjoyed her day. It’s a toss up.
Conner reaches into his jacket, holding out an envelope with raised brows. “Oh, and your housekeeper handed this to me—“
“Thank you,” Tim takes the letter, ripping the seam before unfolding the paper and watching a set of dog tags clatter to the small tray table.
His friends watch him, probably rolling their eyes at his enthusiasm. (But he hasn’t been outside in weeks and he’d really just like to—you know. Hear. About things. He just wants—)
Can you believe how stupid some people are, Tim?
Printed me two copies of my dog tags, fucking morons. So I thought I’d give you a set, send this letter while it’s quiet. This shit never lasts long. Roy, you remember him, right? Roy says that people give their partners their class ring when they get serious.
Well. Aren’t we already going steady?
Yours, always (and keep these safe because Lord knows I’ll lose mine),
Jason
Tim smiles, tapping the paper against his nose, and Steph rubs his shoulder, murmuring something to Bart.
(Jason’s such a dork.)
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You, the letter reads, are a giant dork.
Roy’s heart pops and deflates in his chest. (The things I do for you, you bastard, he thinks. And Jason replies, well I appreciate you too, you fucker.)
Thank you for the dog tags, Jason’s boyfriend writes him. Conner might have to walk them across the graduation podium for me though. This respiratory infection is murder. Roy is concerned and the Jason in the back of his head is concerned (but he's happy that Tim got his tags--he was getting grossed out by Roy wearing something so sentimental all the time). But really. Thank you.
I love you.
And as it goes every time, or every time since Jason died, Roy has to throw up before he can bring himself to write a reply to the kid who loves Jason so goddamn much.
(Suck it up, you puss, Jason says. Roy tells him to shut the fuck up.)
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They won’t let Tim wear the dog tags whenever he goes in for tests. Recently, he thinks, he’s been belligerent and unnecessarily aggressive. But—well. There’s nothing wrong with a little conflict.
And—and after that diagnosis, well—
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Roy has about five minutes to read this letter. Jason insists that they can do it in three.
It was the infection that got him, and this print isn’t Tim’s. Roy’s hands start to shake and he can’t decide if it’s him or Jason that’s shaking. Tore up his lungs where the asthma cut off his bronchial tubes, starting coughing up his body parts. I thought I’d let you know. Since he adored you so much. It’s (and here something was scribbled out) lame that I never got to meet you. Stay safe over there.
-Conner
Roy shudders—but there’s more.
Tim never liked to talk about personal things. He liked to talk about everyone else—talk to us, talk about our day, talk about our homes. But he never liked to talk about himself or his life. But he loved to talk about you. That tells me a lot.
-Steph
Jason’s gone silent in his head as he reads the last small paragraph, Tim was great and bossy and I always wanted to meet someone who’d be perfect for that. Sorry, man.
Bart
Tim never knew that Jason had died in the second raid--Tim never knew that Jason hadn't been writing letters for months now. He died, and he never knew.
It's kinder that way, he supposes. He doesn't know what he would have said if he ever met the kid--if he'd lived, if Roy lived, if they ever managed to find each other one day.
“Look at it this way,” Roy says out loud, folding up the letter with careful creases (he’d managed to read it in two minutes—that’s what adrenaline does or something) and tucking it in his uniform. “At least you two get to be happy together, right, you fucker?”
Sure, Jason says, if you look at it that way, I guess we do.
“You—you say hi for me, right? Introduce me proper.”
Yeah, I’ll tell him what a cranky bastard you’ve always been.
