#grady travis x reader

[mlmxreader]

Scoundrel | Grady Travis x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Great got it!

So i was wondering if i could request a fic whit Grady Travis and a male reader where they are having an argument over a game of cards and while their arguing they get called an old married couple by another member of the Crue, wich they deny profusely but it makes them realize some feelings they have for eachother for the first time.

Thank you sm

-🧷

summary: oh, Grady is a fucking asshole when it comes to card games - but maybe you could live with it.

tws: swearing, smoking, gambling

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Grady cheated. Whenever it came to playing cards with you, he always cheated to try and get one over you, but it never worked as you could see right through him; gambling for cigarettes, gambling just to pass the time while Collier made the tank stop for a while in allied camps. He would try to secure food, fuel, ammunition - pretty much anything he could get his hands on - which always gave you and Grady time to kill.

But he was cheating something awful at the moment, and although you usually just laughed it off and told him to stop, you couldn’t take it anymore, and sighed heavily as you set your cards down, glaring at him; he glared back, those big brown eyes so fucking hard to resist that you nearly shut up immediately and forgot what you were about to say. But then he smiled, a shit eating grin on his face, and you remembered every fucking word that you wanted to say to him; you leaned back, lit a cigarette, and shook your head. 

“You are a fucking awful cheater, Grady.”

“I’m not cheating,” he scoffed. “You’re just a shit player.”

Your glare was harsh, but Grady knew you far too well; he knew you would sit there and seethe and wish that you could rip his throat out, but that you would never do it in a thousand years. You would just shout at him until he made you laugh. He always found it easy to make you laugh, especially when he flirted with you - his secret little weapon. He grinned.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” you grumbled. “You’re a fucking cheat.”

Grady scoffed. “You’re just a shit player, I keep telling you that.”

“I’m not even that shit a player,” you bit back. “Or at least, I wouldn’t be if you actually played by the fucking rules.”

“I’m not pulling my fucking punches for you,” he couldn’t help but to laugh a little. “What? Do you think you’re special just ‘cause you’re the hottest guy here?”

“Oh fuck-”

“Quit it,” Collier huffed as he walked past. “You’re acting like a married couple again.”

“Me?” You scoffed. “Married to that cheating bastard? Never!”

“Oh, please,” Grady growled. “You’d fucking love to marry me!”

You shook your head, thinking that your heart was only pounding at the thought solely because you despised him that much. “You’re a scoundrel - I’d despise being married to you!”

“And I’d despise being married to your uptight ass,” he hissed. “Fucking getting all huffy at a card time all the time.”

“I do not get fucking huffy!” You huffed as you turned away from him, shaking your head again as you finished your cigarette and threw the butt at him. “Asshole. I’d hate to marry you.”

Grady quirked a brow, tilting his head to the side as he examined your features for a moment; he had you exactly where he always wanted you. He couldn’t deny that he did find it cute when you bickered with him, when you got so huffy and started to sulk; he knew that you liked his big brown eyes, he had caught you looking enough times to realise that you would always look away when he gave you his attention. He knew that you liked his jokes, always the loudest laugh in the room whenever he told the most disgusting ones. He knew that you had a soft spot for him. 

Of course he didn’t want to admit that, though, as it would mean having to admit that he… kind of felt the same way, he guessed. He liked your eyes, he liked it when you glared at him and he got a really good look of the colour, nearly getting lost in the process every time. He liked that you laughed so loudly whenever he told his grossest jokes, he liked to hear the sound more than anything, as well as the sheer joy on your face. He liked that you had a soft spot for him. He liked a lot of things about you, but those were absolutely his favourite in the world. Especially when you got flustered and ended up storming away when he flirted with you.

But what Grady didn’t know was that you were starting to doubt yourself as you sat there.

Sure, he was funny, with his stupid disgusting jokes. Sure, he had those big brown eyes that you could always get lost in whenever you glared at him for too long, and those far too kissable lips just to make matters even worse. Sure, you liked it when he laughed, and you liked it even more when he spoke with that kind of growl to his voice. You liked it when he teased you, more than you could say, and maybe you did like it when he bickered with you so much and always made you laugh at the end. 

Maybe you wouldn’t mind being married to him so much. Maybe Grady was just the kind of guy that you wanted to be with in the end, even if you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Maybe belonging to Grady wouldn’t be so bad, even if he did cheat at cards whenever he had the chance; even if he was a little gross and he was a little bit of a bastard, but… but maybe you could live with that. 

It wasn’t even like he wasn’t attractive, if anything, he was probably the most attractive man you had ever met in your life. He was still an asshole, though.

“Y’know,” Grady said quietly. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What?”

“Being married,” he murmured, shrugging. “Maybe I could live with a husband who gets huffy at a little bit of cheating.”

You glared at him for a moment, then shook your head. “You wouldn’t settle down.”

“Maybe for the right guy… maybe for a guy who’s uppity.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tore your gaze away from him again. “Don’t be a teasing asshole.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, well…” you shrugged, swiping a hand down your face. “Maybe I could learn to live with a guy who cheats at every fucking poker game.”

“Even if he’s a scoundrel?”

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[denim-devil]

I HATE (with a burning passion) how small the Jon Bernthal x Male reader “community” Is…*cries

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[bowdre]

Fury OC

Character used in Fury Fanfic, posted on Wattpad.

ꜰᴜʀʏ - Sam - Wattpad

i. Basics

•Name•

Natalia Jordie Travis

•Nickname•

Dove

•Age•

During African Campaign> 19. In 1945> 22

•Birthday•

June 19th, 1923

•Gender•

Female

•Sexuality•

Straight

•Zodiac•

Gemini

•Height•

5'4"

•Occupation•

M6 Heavy Tank Assistant Gunner

ii.Relationship Status

Courtship with Don since 1943.

At first, Don wasn't too thrilled about having a young female in his crew. His standards were low, though Natalia proved herself, just like she always does. Their friendship soon turned into a relationship when they become increasingly physical, and eventually became wordlessly committed to each other. The man is significantly older than Natalia, but neither of them never cared about that. Grady never paid any mind to his sergeant being soft on his sister. Before Don's death, he promised to go back to America with Natalia and make her his wife.

iii. Appearance

(Liana Liberato)

•Hair colour•

Light brunette

•Hair length•

Midback

•Eye colour•

Golden brown

•Skin tone•

Honey

iv. Personality

•Good traits•

Ambitious, persistent, loyal, athletic, protective

•Bad traits•

Impatient, greedy

•Strengths•

 Brave, charismatic

•Weaknesses•

Lacks empathy

•Like•

Hot meals, clean clothes, black coffee 

•Dislikes•

Nazis

•Habits•

Picking at scabs when anxious

•Talents/skills•

Use of a firearm/military equipment, reading people's emotions

v. Relationships

•Mother•

Morgan Travis

•Father•

Ray Travis

•Siblings•

Gary (Grady) Travis

•Friends•

Don (War Daddy) Collier, Boyd (Bible) Swan, Trini (Gordo) Garcia, Red, Norman (Machine) Ellison, Roy Davis, Warren Peterson

•Close friends•

Pete Binkowski

vi. Backstory

Natalia was born into a family with a work-a-holic father and depressive mother. The girl, along with her older brother, were borderline neglected during their childhood. Natalia herself was never physically harmed, though she was a witness to her father abusing her brother on the daily. The siblings always had a close bond, so much so, Natalia followed Gary into war like a lost puppy.

 Natalia adored her brother, she wanted to be just like him. He was her protector, her best friend, not a day went by when they weren't together. There was no way in hell she was allowing her brother to go off to war without her. Now, it was both their duties to protect each other.

•Military Rank•

Private First Class

•Medals•

Africa Star, Silver Star, Bronze Star, World War II Victory Medal, Purple Heart

•Wounded•

Natalia was wounded by a Nazi soldier at the crossroads. She emerged from the tank into the smoky atmosphere and failed to see the Nazi directly in front of her. She was shot in the right shoulder, and probably would have died if Norman didn't stop the bleeding.

•Death of the Crew•

Grady- Natalia's brother's death was sudden, and brutal. Almost instinctively her hands found their way to his face, cradling him in her arms. It took all of Gordo's might to pull her away.

Bible- Natalia turned to ask the preacher man for a new can, and what she got horrified her. His body lay lifeless, and all she could do was scream his name in agony as tears fell from her eyes.

Gordo- Natalia blamed herself for Trini's death. If she had been fast enough, if her reaction time was quicker, he may have had a chance at survival.

War Daddy- Natalia found herself trying to fix Don's bullet wounds before her own. She was prepared to sit with him until his last breath, but when he convinced her and Norman to escape, she kissed him goodbye before slipping down the hatch.

•TW:SUICIDE•

Dove- Natalia was rescued, alongside her friend Norman. She was pronounced a hero, and sent back home to America. She didn't manage much though, only 5 months after the fate of the Fury Crew, she committed suicide by the use of her own firearm. She left her dog tags on the kitchen table of her parents house as something to remember her by.

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[mrsswaino]

Can you write something for Grady or Jonny Soprano, i don't care what direaction you want to go, i just need them in my life 😅💚

for two .

travis grady x reader .

love jonny boy, but i’m ina grady mood. kinda scared - idk i’m having one of those days.

grady never thought he’d settle down. let alone enjoy the life of a married man. but he found out, that just maybe this was what he needed all along.

he quite enjoyed making plans for two. even though he wasn’t that great at it. his plans usually included taking you to a bar, yelling at a man for looking at you wrong, and then a drunken walk back home. oh, and of course the lecture you give on that drunken walk.

and when you were gone, even for short periods of time, he almost felt like half a person. he found himself bored, and with nothing to do. he could barely even enjoy drinking alone, you weren’t there to bicker with or tease. so he usually just sulks in your absence.

yearning for your tenderness. it’s so bittersweet. because when he sees you again, his heart feels like it’s the first time he’s seeing you all over again. but he’s still not quite sure if the time alone is worth it.

and he can’t help but find himself trying to think up better plans for two. maybe something a bit more your style, instead of getting kicked out of a bar.

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[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

Grady's Homecoming

“Grady! You always talk about bein’ fucked. Fuckin’ all ‘ese German women, you got a woman waitin’ for you?” Bible’s voice crackles through the headset.

Grady’s mind travels to you. You were at home in Arkansas, probably keeping the farm afloat while he fought for your safety. He played the ladies’ man role well these days, because he never wanted anyone to know about you; to hurt you.

“Grady Paul Travis! Git over here!” you shouted as you chased him through the yard. He remembered this memory well; you chasing him around with a wooden spoon in your hand.

“That’s a mighty fine pie, ma’am!” He shouted to egg you on, begging you to keep chasing him. His path lead you through the yard, over a couple fences into muddy, sloppy pens and finally into the barn where he hid from you.

“Grady, hunny, come on out. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” You called, looking over the hay bales. He had watched you creep through that barn with that spoon at the ready. When he finally could land, he dropped from the hay loft and rolled you into a straw bale. You screeched and smacked his back with that wooden spoon, but he just roared with laughter.

“You make the best pecan pies, my beautiful lady. You also make the best wife.” He smiled, kissed your cheek with a loving smile.

“Yer damn right I do, Grady Paul Travis. You had to stick your grubby little paws into my pie.” You had hissed, letting him pepper your face with kisses as he rolled to keep you from being stabbed with straw. “Hunny? I love you.” You drawled, putting down the spoon on the bench and laying across his body fully.

“I love you too, baby.” He cooed, kissing your face and hugging you against him as his lips got lost with yours on a grand adventure that lead to his dirty, oil covered hands sliding up into your work gown and massaging your breasts. You careened into him and gripped his curls tight in your fists.

“Grady! Grady get down! Jesus christ!” Bible’s voice brings back from his daydream and he ducks hard into the tank.

“Grady are you with us now?” Don shouts, grabbing his coat collar.

“Ye-yeah. Yeah sorry.” He coughs, tears almost spilling over his cheeks.

“Grady, you okay buddy?” Norman calls, looking up at the Coon-Ass with a sad, sorry look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine, dammit.” He barks, scrubbing away the tears.

Once they get into the crossroads, Grady and Norman head into the building near there and search for parts.

“Grady, listen. Whatever happened back there--” he grabs Norman around the neck and drives him against the wall.

“Nothing happened.” He spits through his clenched teeth. Raising his hands up, Grady lets go and heads to keep looking. “I do got a lady back home. I try not to think about her because she fucks me up. But yeah, she’s my world. I’m sorry you lost your German girl back there, I really am. If I could 'a saved her I woulda. But I couldn’t.” He offers, toeing at the dirt.

“Thanks Grady.” He huffs, deflating the breath he’d been holding.

“Don’t thanks me. I ain’t do nothin’.” He shakes his head as he turns and starts out the door.

After the dust and blood settled, troops came to the Fury team’s rescue. Not single Fury member was dead, wounded, yes. But dead? No. It was a miracle and Bible babbled about it the whole way back as the troopers told them they were heroes. Grady didn’t care to feel like a hero, he hurt and he was ready to see his lady. It’d been a long four years, a few letters, but a long time since he’d seen your face.

“You guys are gettin’ patched up and sent home. You can’t fight in the shape you’re in.” The man had said. Tears filled Grady’s eyes then, as he knew he’d get to see you.

“A broke wing and pure heart, Mister Ass, you get to go home and find you some American ass, aye?” Don cheers, and Grady just nods, giving a wave to him.

“I’mma go home an’ kiss my woman hard and fuck ‘er hard too.” The three men from the Fury, Don, Bible, and Gordo, all looked to Grady with wide eyes.

“Your woman?” Bible asks, looking to his best friend with shock.

“Yeah. I’m a taken man, Boyd.” He chuckles, patting the man on the knee.

“So all this talk about fuckin’ these German women, and you never fucked one did ya?” He asks, punching him in the shoulder. Grady only shakes his head.

The men board the air carrier that flew them into the depths hell and they all hoop and holler as they lift into the air.

“They say the war’s all but done anymore. You boys did a hell of a job out there.” The pilot talks over the intercom as they fly over open water.

“I can’t wait to take a fuckin’ shower.”

“I can’t wait to sleep in a bed.”

“I can’t wait to find me a woman.”

“I can’t wait to see my woman.”

Each man had a different dream, but all the same, they all were excited to go home.

“Wardaddy, Gordo, Coon-Ass, War Machine, I never wanna hear those names again.” Bible cheers as the plane gets close to landing. Women, children, and even men waited cheering as the plane dropped to the ground. The five Fury survivors of war hug tightly, and go their separate ways.

“Grady Paul Travis? Have you seen him? He’s tall, busted up crooked nose, cute, dumb smile, have you seen him? They told me he’d be on this flight.” Bible’s head whips around and his eyes lock with Grady’s as the woman shoves a photo into Bible’s face. He’s sees Bible’s finger point to him and he ducks, his heart racing. He hadn’t seen you in four years, he didn’t even think you’d be here, but he heard you calling for him. When you come around the corner where Bible had pointed you, you don’t see anyone you recognize until you see the man of your dreams rise to his feet above the crowd and you give a screech, letting into a dead run through the crowd, across the lot and springing into his arms.

“Even with a busted wing, he caught her.” Don chuckles to the crew, watching on for a moment as Mister Ass himself sinks to the ground holding this petite little woman against his big, blocky frame like she was the last ass he’d ever see.

“Wow, crazy huh?” Gordo states, his hispanic accent poking through. “Mister Ass had a girlfriend this whole time. They watch a moment longer as she slides a ring from her neck onto his finger.

“I’ll be damned. Mister Ass is a married man.” Bible laughs.

No closer as you got in the door, Grady was driving you into the couch, tugging off your dress as fast as he could.

“I promise, slow later, baby. But fast now.” He grunts, shimmying from his pants. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he gives you a sweet smile and you nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you wiggle your hips closer to him. He slides into you and and rams in deep.

“Grady!” You shriek, nails digging harder into his shoulders as he fucks you hard against the sofa.

“Yes baby. I love you. I love you. I love you. I mis’d ya so much. Shit baby, yes.” He grunts, feeling himself twitch inside you as your walls constrict around his cock.

“Grady. Grady, yes. Please.. I’m so close. C’mon baby.” You encourage, ramming your hips up to meet his in sloppy thrusts. He leans down, hugging you tight against him as his thrusts get sloppier.

“I love you.” He sobs, cumming as you roll your hips into his once more, orgasming blissfully in his cock. He grabs you tight, holding you against him as he sobs hard against you. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never leave you again.” He assures, his cock still in you as his arms grip tight against you so hard you gasp for breath. You love every minute of him holding you, pressing infinite kisses to your bare skin as he holds you.

“I love you too, Grady. I love you, baby. I love you.” You whisper, gripping his arms.

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[roguesandsaviors]

Grady Travis Request

Delayed drabble request but I was hit with inspiration and manged to get it done. This is for the wonderful @anna-hawk​ who sent in the request “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” I was trying to figure out how to take this for the longest time and hopefully you like the direction it took.

War was dirty. It was violent. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. Dark and desperate, isolating. When little moments were found, they had to be clung to. That was what had happened between Grady and Y/N. You, in your eagerness to help where you could, put your talent to use and joined the military when the opportunity became available. As a radio operator, you were kept fairly busy. On top of that, you seemed to be one of the only ones at camp that could repair the equipment. Most of the men that could were forced to head to the lines with a weapon in hand.

That was how you two had met. Hunkered over a radio that was on the fritz, he had brought their sets in, mouth running a mile a minute to his companion. He was a little surprised to find a woman hovering over the radio but as you grabbed the equipment and quickly made the fix, his companion shut him up.

It had been a back and forth between you from there but you had found yourself looking forward to the meetings instead of dreading them. The attitude he gave wasn't as hard as some of the other men and there was something endearing about him, whether it was the accent or the bit of southern charm that reminded you of home you didn't know.

Either way, you two had developed a playful relationship that became something more.

You waited, quiet but desperate for his tank to roll back from their latest mission. Knots formed in your stomach, trying not to let the nerves show. No one knew of what was happening between you, both of you figuring it was safer that way. The guys around camp wouldn't press if they understood that you didn't give in to anyone. Grady just avoided some teasing and extra worry when he was away.

Being called away for an important call, you missed the tank making its way into camp. You missed the weary looks and forlorn mood that had taken over the crew of Fury. It took most of the rest of the day,

Through the grapevine you had heard that there was a get together for everyone, some food, some drinks, and some entertainment. Camp was safe and it was thought that something like that was needed for morale. Grady would likely be stuck with the tank, or grabbing some sleep. He wasn't the most social of men.

Grabbing some food, more than what was needed for the two of you, you picked your way through the camp quietly, heading towards Fury. As expected, you found him sleeping, right on the track. You settled everything down, and moved to carefully wake him up.

"Quit moving, I'm trying to sleep…" He mumbled at first, leg kicking out a bit. Habits stuck. You persisted, continuing to carefully nudge him, before having to lightly grab his leg. "Wait...are you...what?" Finally, he shot up, the soft giggles coming from you enough to help calm him down, anger melting into amusement and affection.

"I brought some food, figuring you would be stuck here with the tank." He reached out, oil, dirty covered fingers grabbing a hold of your wrist to drag you closer.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmured, eyes holding on you before dragging to the food. "How'd you even carry all that here by yourself?"

"I have my ways,” you replied, knowing it had been a juggling act. “Besides, I know rations have been low. You need to eat what you can." His posture softened further. If you could take care of him, you would.

"You're eating with me right? Think we're heading back out in the morning." He shifted before reaching out and pulling you up to sit beside him without warning. You could feel the warmth of his body seeping into your clothes. It didn’t matter that he was filthy, having been stuck in the tank for days on end. He was here and in one piece. You couldn’t have been more thrilled. Left to your own devices, you had all the time in the world with him.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, pausing as his forehead pressed against your temple, taking in the same sort of comfort of your presence.

“Me either.” War was dirty. It was violent. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. Dark and desperate, isolating. War could also prove the human spirit and grant moments that wouldn’t otherwise be had.  

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[anna-hawk]

Drabble challenge: #29 for Grady

The days have started to get longer and warmer, so you decided to take a walk around town with Grady, enjoying the beautiful weather.

You'd stopped at a food truck a few minutes ago. They were selling crêpes so you'd just had to get some. You're eating the treat as you listen to Grady's latest army joke he'd come up with. You snort at the punch-line, Grady grinning proudly.

"Don't you go telling this joke to my parents," you warn in amusement.

"Ah, your mama loves my jokes." Grady's smile widens impishly.

"Yeah, but my dad's cooking tomorrow so you might wanna hold this one."

"Fine. Fine." He lifts his hands in surrender, chuckling anyway.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Grady catches your free hand, kissing the knuckles sweetly.

You smile at him in adoration before going to take a bite off your crêpe.

Except right when you're about to do it, someone grabs the handbag that is slung over your shoulder and tries ripping it from you.

Your crêpe goes flying, but what the would-be thief didn't expect, is for you to keep your grip on your bag so that the guy staggers for a second. It's long enough for you to smash your palm into his nose and kick him in the balls a moment later.

The guy goes to the ground, howling in pain, one hand on his bleeding nose and the other on his bruised crotch.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Comes Grady's voice from next to you, pride clear in his voice.

You turn your head to face him, catching him in licking his fingers from eating his surviving crêpe and watching the scene in front of him with interest.

"That's why you married me, soldier," you reply with a wink.

@roguesandsaviors it's very short again and pure crack but he was giving me that easy, laid-back vibe. He'd totally watch his wife destroy a guy while having a snack, because he loves how badass she is.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 693

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @fckmeupkinnaman

Year posted - 2020

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[lostinthewiind]

New Tactics

Grady Travis - Fury

Wow, my first time writing something that isn’t Band of Brothers! It’s about time I broadened my horizons, goddamn!

This one is for @warmommy​. I hope you like it Brecken! I love you <3

Warnings: a little bit steamy, a little bit naughty, a lot of fun ;)

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“Hey, Y/N!” you heard the familiar voice of Grady call your name as you started walking away from the tank. You tried to keep moving, hoping maybe he would give up and talk to you about whatever it was he wanted to talk about when you got back. You weren’t so lucky, however. “Y/N!” he called again. “Where are you going?”

Stopping in your tracks, you spun around, the mud beneath your boots squishing as you did so. Holding up your shower bag and change of clothes, you narrowed your eyes at him. “Take a wild fucking guess.”

“Oh.” he nodded, just his head sticking out from the tank. “Okay, it can wait.”

You were surprised that Grady was actually going to let you go without even a little bit of a fight, but then it just sparked your curiosity. Huffing, you placed a hand on your side. “What can wait?”

“I was just hoping you could come to take a look at this damn panel in here,” he answered. “I’ve been at it for hours now and I can’t figure out how to fix it.”

You shook your head slightly and chuckled at his determination even though he had been trying for the past two days to fix the circuit panel inside of the tank with no progress at all. “Well then, it’ll still be fucked up when I get back,” you assured him. “I’ll take a look later.”

“Thanks.”

“Wow, you’re being so nice today.” you chuckled as you turned to leave. “But I know this tactic, and whatever you want from me, the answer is no.”

You heard a slightly defeated huff as you turned again and continued to head toward the showers. With belongings in hand, you slipped past the final few male stragglers as they exited the showering facilities and made your way into the small, dinky building.

It took you a long time before you had your showering situation figured out, but after you worked hard and earned the respect of your male counterparts, you made a collective deal that between six and six-thirty in both the morning and evening, the shower was to be empty so you could use it. Every once in a while there was a new guy or someone just finishing up when you arrived, but for the most part, the rule was followed by all.

Setting your stuff down on the damp counter — because no matter how hard you tried, you could never teach a man (especially an army man) how to clean up after themselves — you dug through the small bad for your soap and began to undress.

Like usual, your eyes kept darting toward the door, but once you were situated in a shower stall and had the warm water running over your body, all worry about being walked in on was rinsed away along with the dirt, sweat, and just general grime on your skin.

Lathering the soap between your hands, you gathered up as much foam as you could before beginning to work over your body quickly but efficiently. As much as you wished you could just stand under the water for hours on end and get away from the stress of the war for a little while, you were well aware that once your allotted half-hour was up, there would be angry men banging on the door if you were still inside.

However, there were still times when your mind began to wander while you were showering, and although you would deny it to anyone who asked, they were often of the same thing. It had been years since you had gotten anything even remotely close to sex and in those few minutes, while you were naked and had your hands running all over your body, the thoughts just came naturally.

Eventually, though, you had to pull your mind out of the gutter and finish up. Rinsing your body off, you lathered up your bar of soap once more and used the suds to wash your tangled, dirty hair.

Stepping directly under the stream, you closed your eyes and let the water wash away the dirt and soap from your hair, some of the runoff running down your face in the process.

While your eyes were closed and your head was under the water, you had missed the sound of the door opening, followed by footsteps that were otherwise pretty noticeable on the wet floor.

You were none the wiser to your visitor until you felt two large, calloused hands on your sides. With a shriek, you jumped forward, your eyes opening as you did so and letting soap into them, which made you hiss with pain. With eyes forced shut, you felt around blindly for your towel before wrapping it tightly around your dripping body. “What the hell?!” you began to use the towel to wipe your eyes. “Who the fuck is that?”

“It’s just me.” you didn’t even need to see the man to know who it was; the voice gave it all away.

Opening your eyes and attempting to ignore the stinging pain from the soap, you glared at him, your arms holding the towel firmly around your otherwise completely nude body. “Grady, what are you doing in here?” you snapped. “You know better than anyone that this is my time to shower! Why can’t I just shower in peace? Half an hour, that’s all I ask.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.” his stance and words didn’t falter for even a second as he stood confidently in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the side of the shower stall. “You know, after what happened last week.”

“Oh, Grady, for the last time, he was a new guy, he didn’t know any better!” you felt the pain increase again and wiped them with the corner of the towel once more. “I promise you, I can shower on my own. I’m a big girl.”

“Yeah, well, what if I don’t want you to shower on your own?” he posed the question that confused you to no end.

From the other side of the still-running water stream, you cocked an eyebrow and scrunched up your face with a puzzled look. “What are you talking about?” you frankly weren’t in the mood to play these sorts of games with him. “Like, you wanna stand watch while I shower?”

“Sort of.” he shrugged, his broad shoulders rising ever-so-slightly. “Except, I don’t want to stand out there.” he gestured to the door as he took a single step toward you. “I want to stand in here. With you.”

You attempted to make sense of what he was saying, but after a few seconds of trying, you gave up. “Grady, I have no idea what you’re trying to say to me right now, but if it has anything to do with what I think it does, you already know that the answer is no.”

“The answer with you is always no.” Grady huffed, taking yet another step closer, the only thing separating the two of you being the shower stream now. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun isn’t what I’m looking for.”

“Fun is what everyone is looking for.” he gripped the hem of his dirty, grease-stained shirt before pulling it over his head. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he tossed it away. You wanted to tell him to stop, but there were no words as you stood, frozen, watching him. Next, he unbuckled the belt of his pants and let them fall down his legs before stepping out of them.

Your breathing hitched as your eyes drifted down to his final item of clothing, but instead of removing his underwear, Grady simply left them on and stepped under the water.

“What are you doing?” the anger came back for a moment.

Grady cupped his hands before splashing the collected water onto his face. “Showering, what does it look like?”

“Well, yeah, no shit, but it’s still my turn.” you reached out with a single hand and pushed him back. “I still have soap in my hair, so will you please put your clothes back on and get lost so I can finish up here?”

Moving back a few inches, Grady ushered you toward the water. “Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”

“Grady, please.” you were beginning to feel the undeniable heat and familiar ache between your legs grow. “Please, just let me shower alone. I don’t have much time left.”

“Like I said, I’m not stopping you.” he folded his arms over his chest, his skin slick and wet and very irresistible.

Rolling your eyes, you finally gave in to his stupid games and decided to just rinse your hair and then get the hell out of there. You had no idea what had gotten into Grady. While it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and get you to sleep with him, and it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to jokingly flirt with each other here and there, he had never actually tried this hard before.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Fine.” you removed the towel and slung it over the stall partition. “But you stay over there.”

“I can’t make any promises.” his eyes traveled up and down your body as you turned your back to him and continued rinsing the remaining soap out of your hair.

You weren’t surprised when you felt his hands on your waist again, but you did gasp a little when he dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can be very persuasive when I want to,” he whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“I can tell.” you breathed out, your mind focusing solely on how his hands and mouth were moving on your body. “If this is just yet another tactic to get whatever it is that you want from me, it’s working.”

“Good.” he spun you around and hooked his hands under your ass before picking you up. “But this isn’t about that.”

You furrowed your brows at him. “It isn’t? Then what is it about?” you asked as he pressed your back against the partition and continued pressing kisses to and nipping at the skin on your neck.

“It’s about us.” he began to maneuver his way out of his boxers. “You want sex, I want sex, we’re both here. It just makes sense.”

“Okay.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and let your eyes flutter shut, waiting for whatever pleasure was about to come. “Just be quick.”

“I’ll try my-”

Grady’s words were cut off by banging on the door and shouting. Obviously, your time was up. “No.” you almost whimpered.

A sly smirk spread across Grady’s face as he put you back down and stepped away. “If only you hadn’t fought me so hard.” he started pulling his clothes back on. “Meet me back here tonight at six. We can finish what we started.”

Grabbing for your towel once more, you looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he snaked his hand up and under your towel and ran a finger over your folds. “See you then.”

Your knees wobbled at his actions and words. “Okay, see you then.”

#fury #grady travis #sexy time #reader insert #x reader #reader imagine #fury fanfiction #fury fic #graby #grady #grady travis x reader #grady x reader #lostinthewiind #fanfiction #ww2

[mrsalwayswrite]

Fury Masterlist

Don “Wardaddy” Collier

-Never Alone

-Say You’ll Stay series (temporary hiatus)

#mzwrites #Fury movie #fury fanfic #fury 2014 #Don Collier #Don Wardaddy Collier #don collier x reader #wardaddy x reader #don collier x OFC #don collier x oc #wardaddy x oc #boyd bible swan #Trini Gordo Garcia #norman machine ellison #grady coon-ass travis #ww2 #world war 2

[pettyprocrastination]

Send requests pls

So I have one day left of break and I really just wanna spend it writing fics so if you guys could send some requests that’d be aces! Im especially in the mood to write for Grady Travis from Fury because hes a complex character that deserved better! Along with frank castle and duncan carmello because im in a Jonny mood yall pls send me things

#fury #grady travis #frank castle #duncan carmello #imagine #hc #x reader #headcanons

[imaginedatstuff]

Imagine Don defending you when Grady starts molesting you

Everything seemed so peaceful until Grady and Trini came into the room.The smell of alcohol crawling up your nose made you sick.Everything was already at its worst and now they had to ruin maybe your last peaceful moment you’ll ever have in this cold time of war.It took some time until both of them sat down to the table, Grady to your left. It was quiescent. Gradys voice broke the silence, “Don, how does it come that you find such lovely little whores but don’t tell us, I thought we were friends?Especially this one,” his head nodding in your direction.”Me and Gordo would like to fuck something decent looking from time to time and not only these sick and disgusting whores begging for chocolate.” Don looked at him without any mimic in his face, looking down on his plate starting to eat. “Mh would you like that?”Grady faced to his right, his disgusting breath hitting your face, his arm wiggling around you, him coming even closer.Dons voice interrupted him:”Shut up Coon Ass.” Grady started to whisper,“Me fucking your dirty little cunt, huh?The little newcomer here and Don already did that right?Do you want me to go a little up, maybe in your ass or your pretty little mouth?” his fingers squeezed your face, forcing you to look at him.He licked his lips looking down at yours, your eyes travelling to Don, him meeting your gaze.Grady spoke up again,”She really got a good mouth, look at those lips, so luscious like a priest daughters pussy, i bet you suck good you little-”“Shut the fuck up.”Dons gaze pierced right through Gradys lust filled eyes, he stood up slammed his knife onto the table, everyone flinching, and spat on Gradys lap, him instinctively moving away from the table.The message was clear.”Oh you’ll see.” Grady said while he and Trini left,his eyes were filled with anger. Don sat back down looking over to you, “Take care of yourself young lady.” Your Eyes locked with Dons for a good minute until everyone started to eat agan.

#fury #herz aus stahl #don collier #wardaddy #brad pitt #war daddy #bible #shia labeouf #gordo #coon ass #war #world war 2 #boyd swan #norman ellison #michael pena #trini garcia #grady #travis #wardaddy x reader #fury imagine #don collier x reader #don collier imagine #gif

[clonecaptains]

what jon characters are you writing for? 😊

i’m not sure if you mean right now or just in general so i’ll answer both!

right now: 

frank castle - i’m working on some kastle prompts, i’ve written some reader fics, and i’m planning a big frank centered chapter fic currently! hoping to have that up soon! 

kastle fics ao3 link 

frank x reader fics ao3 link 

frank x maria fic ao3 link

shane walsh - working on a chapter fic for him! i write a chapter a week usually

something good out of something bad (chapter fic) ao3 link 

shane x reader fics ao3 link 

dad!shane au ao3 link

characters i’ve written in the past:

joe teague - from mob city - ao3 link

griff - from baby driver - ao3 link

duncan carmello - from the class - ao3 link

the mute - from pilgrimage - ao3 link 

characters i’m planning on writing for in the future:

all of the above as well as sam rossi (!!), grady travis, bj, and brax 

i’m open for requests for any of these on this list! just be patient, because i write when i have muse for these, so it may take some time depending on the character! 

#my writing #jon bernthal #frank castle #shane walsh #joe teague #griff #duncan #the mute #masterlist #sort of? #anyways i hope this answered your question! #anonymous #answered

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

NEW SERIES ALERT!

I’d like to start a new series called

“15 minutes”

Where I write for 1/2 of my lunch break and post it. I’m not sure if I’ll do an order for characters, but I’ll be writing for Shane Walsh, Frank Castle, Grady Travis, Herman Kozik, Curtis Lemansky, and Rick Flag (because I just saw the new suicide squad movie and lord 🙄🤌🤌🤌😍😍😍😍) anyways! I plan on starting tomorrow!❤️ thanks for the follows and reboots and hearts. It means so much😘

(Credit to gif creators ❤️)

#swat #dominique luca imagine #dominique luca #dominic luca #dominique #swat imagine #dominic luca imagine #luca imagine #luca #marvel #the punisher frank castle #frank castle the punisher #frank castle #Rick flag #Rick flag x reader #shane walsh x reader #frank castle x reader #luca x reader #grady travis x reader #Grady Travis #herman kozik x reader #Herman Kozik #Kozik #15minutesofwriting

[roguesandsaviors]

The Moment Things Change Part 2: Grady Travis request

For @anna-hawk so she didn't completely drown in her angst request for Grady. Now you know how things would end. Hope you enjoy!

Quiet. Tension. Grady was used to the moments of waiting on a baited breath to see what was coming next. Plenty of moments in the war had been like that, silence consuming the tiny space inside the tank, an uncertainty that overtook all of them.

He never thought that he would experience it once he got home. Those moments had been long behind him. At least, he had hoped they were and yet here he was, wringing his hands, waiting on the doctor to tell him what was happening. His gut was telling him that it was bad, that he was going to receive news he didn't want to hear.

The waiting room was empty beside him and he didn't know if he appreciated that or not. Not that he wanted to talk to others but at least people could have served as a distraction from his thoughts. He hated being alone with them on a regular basis. Groaning, he put his face in his hands and found himself muttering a small prayer. Bible would have been able to say the right thing in the moment. But he wasn't here. A shudder ran through him.

How could he raise the kids if Y/N was gone? He wasn't built for that. Panic welled in his chest but he had no one here to lean on, no one to help calm him down. He was left alone with his thoughts and worries.

It felt like forever, the tick of the clock mocking in a way, before the doctor finally came out. Grady was immediately on his feet, swallowing hard as he waited for those first words.

"Mr. Travis?" He nodded. "We've managed to stabilize your wife. The surgery went as well as expected. We were able to remove the bullet fully and it didn't seem to have hit anything vital. She has lost a decent amount of blood and required a transfusion. She probably won't wake up for a couple of hours but she should be able to make a full recovery." Grady felt a sort of relief he hadn't experienced since he had been told he was being shipped home from the war. Y/N was okay. He shook the doctor's hand, thanking him profusely before he was led to the room where they were keeping his wife.

His breath caught in his throat and he needed a minute. The reality of everything was only just washing over him and seeing you aying there, in that hospital bed, cemented it more. He pulled a chair close to the bed and grabbed a hold of your hand.

"Hey sweetheart," he started softly, seeing as they were alone. "We're gonna get you home soon enough okay? You're gonna wake up, the docs got you all fixed up. The kids are with my Ma. So they are okay. But they wanna know that you are okay and ain't anything gonna do that besides hearing your voice. So you gotta wake up soon." He squeezed the hand in his softly and settled in, planning on waiting until you woke up.

To his immense joy, you did the following morning.

#Grady Travis #Grady Coon Ass Travis #Grady Travis x reader #Jon Bernthal #Fury fanfic #Anna hawk #my writing #drabble request #hope this soothes over any angsty feels still left