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❝ WHAT DO WE DO NOW? ❞
The Pacific One Shot
PAIRING — SNAFU SHELTON x NURSE!FEM!READER.
SYNOPSIS / The war's over, and Snafu is taking the edge off with Eugene and Burgin on the high rocks. It doesn't last very long when he notices that you’re having a victory party of your own . . .
TAGS: mentions of war, mentions of bullying, drinking, smoking, swearing + snafu being snafu
PROMPTS: ❝ can I kiss you? ❞ / ❝ will you stay with me? ❞
WORD COUNT: 1,991
A/N: this story is a bit different than the usual marine x nurse!reader trope. usually the nurse!reader is deemed perfect or is a childhood crush from the town they’re from who reunites with their lover after the war, but i wanted to make them like the outcast who finds some sort of comfort in the bad boy vibe from snafu who holds a soft spot for her in the end. this gift is for @latibvles from your secret santa <3 i’m late but merry xmas!!!! and thank u for allowing me to participate in secret santa @hbowardaily —enjoy :))
THE DAY the Japanese surrendered, you had just finished patching up a Marine who suffered several cuts to his lower calf. For years you adjusted to the blood-curdling screams and moans from Marine after Marine, tending to them as they begged you a bunch of nonsense — that nonsense would have worsened their wounds and injuries. But that was your job in the Pacific theatre.
The screams and cries were now chants and balls of laughter, something you haven’t heard in a very long time. Maybe you have heard them here and there from the tents and hospitals— small talks whenever you passed by the cots, they were short-lived. Either they died the next day or their souls died acknowledging this war that felt like an eternity, the laughing would just be dead silence.
It was nice to hear a bunch of men and young boys have a victory party out at base camp.
Although, you left them be. You didn't like the idea of intruding, and drunk men gawking at you. You stayed back to clean up. A couple of nurses were enjoying their own victory parties, clinking glass bottles of coke and wine. You were clinking bottles of medicine back into the shelves.
Outside, Snafu, Burgin and Eugene isolated themselves from the Marines. Watching them party from below was a view, but looking up at the night sky was a movie.
"You see that? Line of stars angling up?" Snafu points up at the dark sky.
"Yep," Burgin answers with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"That's Snafu's peckuh." He listened to the conversation with Eugene and Lieutenant Mac.
One question stuck with him that Mac asked out theoretically. "What do we do now?" Snafu scoffs. "What an idiot."
He was in a small daze. Burgin hands the bottle of alcohol to Snafu.
What could he do? Clean up the mess on the islands, organize everything and take roll call, finish all his duties, clean himself up with a fresh uniform and a plane and train back to Louisiana. There was just one thing he gotta do first once he took his first sip of alcohol.
"I gotta take a piss." He climbs down the rocks, reminding him that he didn't need to keep his head down and adjust his helmet like from the times he instinctively ducks down to avoid being seen by the Japanese. He lands on the gravel and walks over to the side.
Meanwhile, he wished there were women joining in on the fun. But like Eugene would eventually tell his brother back in Mobile, they were off limits. But it’s not like Snafu is obedient every now and then.
And with that, he watched you from afar. While everyone else was doing God knows what, he wondered where the rest of the infirmary staff were while you were left to handle the manual labor all by yourself. Maybe he didn’t need to pee off in the corner after all. And so he followed you as you went back inside your tent.
He just watched you at the foot of it, the small breeze from the night moving the curtain a bit so he could see a better view of your uniform. And of course, he was staring at certain places.
You were beautiful, he thought. But he could say that about every other nurse here.
His look-see didn’t last very long. You turned around when you felt another presence just as you were carrying the twentieth box of inventory into one of the crates.
“JESUS!” You screamed, dropping the box of medical supplies and crashing on the ground.
“Terribly sorry for startling you,” but the young man’s grin never faded. He allowed himself in the tent.
“That’s close enough, Marine.” You made him halt in his tracks. For one thing, he could be drunk out of his mind, looking to sink his claws into someone for pleasure. What was separating him from your safety was the spill that he could foolishly slip and injure him in. And that would be another job to do. Speaking of, you looked down at the shattered glass pieces and substances scattered on the ground. At least it wasn’t too toxic for exposure. “Great.”
“Like I said, I apologize for the disturbance,” the man said.
“Disturbance is an understatement. You can say you scared the shit out of me.” You bent down and carefully gathered the glass shards, ironically touching them with your bare hands when you know you should be getting a broom and dustpan for that... and perhaps some safety gloves and a separate bin to dispose glass.
Snafu raised his brows. “I wouldn’t touch that, ma’am. I’d get a—”
“Yeah, I know.” You stopped doing what you were doing.
The smell of rubbing alcohol nearly filled the air, and there was an unopened pack of sulfur powder. The last time he saw someone use sulfer powder on an infected wound was the First Lieutenant. “That’s the thing, ma’am. I see you packed up all the cleaning supplies. Digging through the dozens of them would be beating the dead horse.”
“I can’t just leave spilt rubbing alcohol on the ground. It’s a safety hazard. I can’t get in trouble again.”
Again? Oh yeah. Snafu watched you kneel on the ground, carelessly getting your sheer tights stained with dirt. He found himself studying you again. In ways he was checking you out previously, but also recognizing the same features he saw when he visited the infirmary tents to see if there were any bandaids left for Burgin’s cuts on his fingers. That day, you were scolded by another nurse for something and the rest of them stared at you like a bug that needed to be squashed. Not only were the nurses staring at you, but so were the Marines who were being treated. Snafu was present to see all of that while he was patiently waiting at the curtains. It intrigued him. Normally he would chuckle to himself over how clumsy someone can be, but a part of him felt that pity. If this was him back in Louisiana, he’d be feeling just as small.
When you made eye contact with him, you said nothing— he was just every other Marine seeking assistance, so you handed over a pack of bandaids. You kept your head down, refusing to let him notice that you were on the verge of tears. He thought nothing of it, and moved along.
“Hang on, doll. I’ve seen you before,” he nods down at you. “You’re like the doormat.”
You scoff at that. “Not an understatement.” And he wasn’t wrong, either. You weren’t exactly the unlikeable one in the bunch, but these nurses weren’t planning on sticking around to become best friends with you for life during and after the war. Meanwhile, the majority of the men looked at you differently, either like eye-candy or a nurse who needed more training. You couldn’t hold small talk with anyone you worked with. Not a single nurse gave off a friendly vibe, and it reminded you of those snobby kids in high school. It shouldn’t affect you when you had a serious job and the cause was likely due to the physical and mental exhaustion from the war, but still... it stung.
Snafu grins, the alcohol wasn’t even speaking for him. He only took one sip out of the bottle Mac gave them, anyway. He was just like that. “Can I kiss you?”
“Absolutely not.” Your face beamed red.
“Why? You kissed that Marine from Love Company.”
“You’re very likely mistaking me for another nurse, then. I don’t kiss Marines. I nurse them back to health when they get shrapnel in their eyes.”
“Then how about I find you back home and then I can kiss you?”
“No. God," you huff. "You'd do anything to win a girl's heart. You just suck at it. You're the type to run through Makin Island to get to the likes of blondes."
“Not exactly,” he corrects you. “And war’s over, ma’am.”
“I can’t believe you just asked me that out of the blue,” you shook your head in disbelief. But were you even surprised? “You don’t even know my name.”
“I’m Merriell Shelton,” he extends a hand.
You knew how you wanted a formal introduction to go between you and a man. You expect the man to be polite, and it all started by shaking his hand. But this was Merriell, as you come to learn his name— in which you assume he is given a different nickname by the Marines fighting out there. You heard that the Marines nicknamed First Lieutenant Eddie Jones ‘Hillbilly’, and then-Captain Andrew Haldane ‘Ack-Ack’. For Merriell, it could be something you imagine to be vulgar.
You stare down at his hand, not reaching yours out to shake it. “Well, Merriell Shelton. I will not kiss you. You should go.”
"So what did you do before all this, Miss?" Snafu dodges your order.
You roll your eyes and stared at the tiny bottles of ibuprofen tossed in the box, wishing you were back home, doing what you did before all of this. "Just like any other young adult. Helped around the house, tried to get pass through potential colleges. Never thought I'd end up on the other side of the world."
"You're telling me." Snafu nearly spat on the ground. If he had done it, you'd be clearly annoyed and disgusted. You knew these men had gone through so much that even their manners and behaviour were picked up by the conditions on the islands. Even if he had spat, war or no war, you would choose to not say anything.
You and Snafu could hear the loud shouts and laughter outside acquainted with music. Eugene and Burgin must be wondering where Merriell—Snafu– wandered off to now after urinating on the ground somewhere.
“So... what do we now?” He asks, repeating Mac’s words.
No one was an idiot in this moment for even asking that. What could the two of you do right now?
“Well, Merriell Shelton, because you just gave me another job, what I am gonna do is sit here and wait for a nurse to come stumbling in to help me clean up.”
“There’s no way they would come and help you. For one thing, they would be too drunk to even carry a broom. They would make you do it yourself. If anything, I can help.”
“After scaring me like that and asking for a kiss? You should be on your way drinking with your friends out there, no?”
“I find this encounter much more entertaining.”
“Why? There are nurses out there to drink and laugh with.”
“I remember faces, ma’am. Some of them weren’t that friendly to you that one time.”
“How do you know that?”
He shrugs. “I remember faces.”
You got up and sat on one of the chairs. “Well, I’m done working for them and with them. Therefore, I’m not unloading the cargo for a dustpan and broom.”
“Then I suggest you leave the mess here for them to clean up, and make sure there’s no wet floor sign so they can slip on their mistake. Make it seem they were too stupid to realize they dropped a few things in here. They dun’ need to know the truth.” You look up at him. He was smirking.
“They’ll say something. Will you stay with me?” you ask. “Just don’t try and kiss me. I will hit you so hard in the face, Marine.”
Snafu smiles. “You don’t have to stay in here and wait for it all to unfold.” He extends his hand out once more. “We’re staying by the rocks away from everyone else. I’ll introduce you to Sledgehammer. Maybe I’ll finally get you to tell me your name, by then.”
You smiled back and took his hand. Perhaps one friend is better than many.
END.
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See the Good
Eugene Sledge x Medic!Reader
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A/N: Merry Christmas @iceman-kazansky!! I literally squealed when I saw I got you as my giftee! I loved your prompts, and I hope you like what I did with them!! I'm going to post one gift per day so that they'll be a little spaced out! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of k company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Prompt: “You always see the good in people. Even me.”
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: When Gene can only see himself as the terrible things he's done in the war, (y/n) is right there to remind him who he really is.
Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies (non-graphic)
OKINAWA, JAPAN: MAY, 1945:
The ground beneath their boots trembled, and the deafening whistles of mortars filled the air as (y/n) and the rest of K Company ran for cover. They sunk into the muddy sludge below them, turning each step into a battle against the sucking earth. Gripping her corpsman pack with white knuckles, (y/n) followed Gene, not daring to stop in the barrage.
“They have us targeted!” Burgie yelled, hurdling over a giant boulder in his path. “Get to cover!”
Just as (y/n) ran past the remnants of a demolished shed, a sudden blast threw her violently to the ground, sending a cascade of mud in all directions. Her ears rang with disorientation as she blinked slowly, struggling to regain her senses. The ringing faded into a muffled whine and a face appeared in (y/n)‘s vision. Although the figure’s face was blurred, she knew it was Eugene. His mouth moved rapidly, but she couldn’t understand a word he said. Realizing this, he quickly grasped the front of her uniform and hoisted her to her feet, throwing an arm around her waist to keep her upright as they bolted for cover.
Reaching the rocks, (y/n)‘s hearing slowly faded back, and the sounds of booming artillery reached her ears.
Sledge pulled on her arm, helping her over the rugged terrain. “Come on. We’re almost there!”
Finally reaching the safety of cover, the company continued farther into the rocks to escape the barrage. Snafu was in front of them and on the verge of a panicked breakdown.
“This is bullshit!” he cried, plopping down on a rock. “If I ever find the FO that called that arty, I’ll shoot him!”
Gene maintained his hold on (y/n) as he led them toward a big rock, his frustration evident. “They’ll just do it again,” he huffed, gritting his teeth. “All because some asshole officer read a map wrong and nobody gives a shit about us!”
After he sat (y/n) on the boulder beside Snafu, Eugene took a deep breath and sank beside her. He turned to the dazed woman beside him, her once white corpsman armband a brown and muddy mess. “You alright?” he asked her, knowing even he himself wasn’t alright after what happened before the shelling.
The woman and her baby…
(Y/n) nodded slowly, her eyes rising from the ground to meet his. ”Yeah. Just got my bell rung. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” Sledge persisted.
“Yes, Gene. I’m okay,” she murmured wearily, rubbing her eyes. “Really.”
Removing her helmet, she threaded her fingers through her (y/h/c) hair, wincing at the dried mud that pulled at the roots. Over their time on the dreadful island, they all discovered that the jungle was just as much an enemy as the Japs.
Snafu stared wide-eyed at the ground below him, hands on his head as his chest heaved. His expression was the same one that each marine wore as they grappled with the massacre they’d just witnessed.
What country uses its own civilians as shields for a surprise attack?
As a corpsman, (y/n) had seen more death than the average marine, and after the fierce fighting on the islands of Peleliu and Pavuvu, she was struggling to remain afloat in the vast ocean of numbness that threatened to drown her. The only thing keeping her above water were her boys, the men of K Company: Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, and De L’eau, although Jay had been transferred to intelligence. They’d lost so many good men, and it made her even more thankful for the guys who had always been there for her.
“Corpsman up front!”
The call snapped (y/n) from her thoughts, and she quickly rose, momentarily losing her balance until a strong hand grasped her upper arm, holding her steady. She felt the warmth of his hand through her thin ODs as he held her in place, accompanied by a blush creeping up her neck.
“(Y/n)-” Gene started.
Shrugging him off gently, she turned toward the call. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Be careful,” he whispered after her, watching her form disappear into a sea of olive-green uniforms. With another deep breath, Sledge sat back down, trying to calm his still-racing heart. She had been right behind him…until she wasn’t. Panic had gripped him when he saw her motionless figure in the mud as the artillery rained down around them. When she opened her eyes, he felt a weight lift off his chest.
Rain drenched the marines through the night as they held their position looking up to the ridge. Around 2000HRS the next day, (y/n) trudged back to her squad, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Dried blood clung to her cracked hands, refusing to wash away, no matter how many times she’d scrubbed them raw. The casualties were unending like the rain that constantly poured on them. Luckily, the downpour had come to a stop in the early morning.
She’d been at the BAS since the previous afternoon treating and evacuating wounded marines from the already bloody battle. Continued artillery and fire throughout the day brought a steady stream of bleeding men through the tent’s entrance. One of these men had been Bill Leyden. He wasn’t in good shape, and when (y/n) saw the damage on her friend’s body, the air rushed from her lungs. After pushing away the panic, she quickly helped other corpsmen stabilize him, before sending him off to a hospital ship. As she watched him go, her heart sank at the realization the company had lost another man…another friend.
“Hey Doc,” Snafu called out gently as she approached.
She looked up from her feet at the man with a tired smile. “Hey, Snaf,” she whispered. “You seen Gene?”
Motioning over his shoulder, Snafu replied, “He’s right over there. But, Bill…“
“Yeah,” she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We got him stabilized. He should make a full recovery. Lost a few fingers, though.”
In a trance-like state, Snafu nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. It was something they all did. A way to escape the horrors they lived through. With a gentle squeeze of his shoulder, (y/n) moved to find Sledge, but the Cajun’s voice stopped her.
“Eugene. He got a letter…his dog died.”
She turned to face him with raised brows. “Deacon?”
“I guess,” the man nodded. “I think he’s bothered more than he’s letting on. You know how Eugene is.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to him.”
She found him staring into space ahead of him as he sat up against one of the island’s many rocks. Before she approached, (y/n) simply watched the man before her. She could see his growing stubble and the mud that splattered his cheeks, but what worried her was the blank expression on his face. She longed to see the lopsided smile that used to hang from his lips. (Y/n) didn’t know how long it had been since she’d seen that smile…too long.
Pulling her satchel off her shoulder, she quietly approached him and slouched down beside him. They sat silently for a moment, the warmth of their touching shoulders spreading through them. Gene was the first to break the silence.
“Did you see Bill?” he asked quietly, his eyes still glued on the rocks in front of him.
(Y/n) nodded, looking up at him with a small smile. “Yeah, he’s gonna be okay.”
Gene leaned his head back against the ground with a thud, his eyes closed as a shuttering sigh escaped his lips. She sat up off the rock and turned toward him, gently taking his hand.
“I’m sorry about Deacon.”
The second her fingers intertwined with his, Sledge’s heartbeat accelerated, and the man felt heat spread through his body. He took a moment to compose himself before he opened his eyes. He looked down at their intertwined hands before meeting her concerned gaze.
In that moment, Eugene could have sworn she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter that she was coated in blood, mud, and sweat. She was there for him like nobody else had ever been in his whole life. Sure, he was close with his parents, but he felt they never completely understood him.
Who’d have thought that he’d have to travel almost eight thousand miles to find someone who could do so?
Eugene’s eyes flashed down to her lips, unable to control himself as their closeness made him suddenly bold. He always wondered what they’d taste like. How they’d feel against his. They were chapped, just like everyone else's, but that didn’t matter. The young man wanted a way to show her how much she meant to him. Sure, there had been moments where he told himself he was going to kiss her, but the moment ended before he had the opportunity. Something in the moment felt wrong, though, and he decided to wait once more.
“Thank you,” he whispered, swallowing thickly as he tried to regain his composure and keep the memories of his beloved dog at bay. “He was a good dog.”
“How old was he? 10? 11?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “10.”
The woman’s eyes searched his face, trying to get a read of what he needed from her. She saw pain in his hazel eyes. Pain from the loss of Bill. Pain from the loss of Deacon. Pain caused by the war.
She decided he needed some hope. Some laughter.
“Did I tell you about the time Snaf and I almost got caught stealing from an Army captain?”
Later that day, Gene and the rest of his squad sat among the rocks, each lost in their mind. (Y/n) was beside him, writing in her journal, and they were doing the same…all except Peck, who was attempting to dig a foxhole in the soaked ground. Since the day they arrived on the wretched island, Sledge kept up with how many days they spent there with tallies in the back of his Bible. With the days running together, they rarely knew what day it was or how long they’d been there.
“What’s the date?” Burgie asked, putting down his small journal.
The group turned to Gene, who took a deep breath. “June 5th, maybe. Might be the 6th.” He turned to (y/n). “(Y/n/n), which one you got?”
“I have no idea,” she sighed. “I gave up keeping track a while ago.”
Peck decided to chime in as he dug. “We’re never getting off this island.”
Everyone was thinking it, but he was the one person who dared to speak it aloud.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, glancing over at Gene with an annoyed expression. If looks could kill, Peck would be six feet deep from the redhead’s glare. His jaw clenched tightly, and his chest began to heave as he stared at the replacement.
Sensing his rising anger, (y/n) reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to meet hers, and her (y/e/c) irises seemed to whisper, ”He’s not worth it,” and, “It’s okay. I’m here.”
Gene took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. Beating the crap out of Peck wouldn’t bring Bill back, and letting anger consume you was a dangerous game. Every time he was tempted to let it in, (y/n) was right there, a soft presence telling him that hate was not the answer. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted daily. Sledge had seen what men could do to each other. He had seen what the Japs did to his friends.
Looking away from Gene, she was met with a strange stare from Snafu, who was smoking a cigarette and sitting on their makeshift toilet. His gaze was questioning, but not criticizing. When the man’s eyes drifted down to her hand, her stomach dropped, and she felt like she was caught red-handed. (Y/n) quickly removed her hand from Gene’s leg and shot to her feet.
“I’m gonna go-uh-do some rounds,” she announced, not daring to look at Gene or Snafu.
A few seconds later, she went treading through the sludge, her corpsman satchel pressed tightly to her side. The men all watched in confusion as she left, unsure what had made her so jumpy all of a sudden.
“She alright?” Hamm asked once she’d disappeared from view.
Burgie, always an observer, glanced over at Sledge to watch his reaction. He looked somewhat like a kicked puppy. Wrapping up his Bible, Gene began to tuck it into his pocket without a word.
“Don’t worry about (y/n), Hamm,” Burgie replied with a nod.
Hamm raised an eyebrow at his sergeant. “But did you see her-”
“She’s fine,” Snafu interrupted, pulling up his pants and rejoining the group. “Besides, she’s already got someone to worry about her.”
At the statement, Eugene froze, a cold chill running through him despite the heat. A million thoughts ran rampant in his mind.
Is there someone else in her life?
Does he know something I don’t?
Does he know how I feel?
Groaning, Burgie smacked the Cajun’s shoulder. “Shut up, Snaf. Don’t go starting crap.”
The sergeant first noticed the bond between Sledge and (y/n) back in training, but especially when the company landed on Peleliu. They always stuck by one another when they could, and she seemed to help calm the Marine amid his anxiety. As time went on and their relationship changed, Romus knew they had feelings for one another, even if they didn’t admit it. He’d never spoken about it to anyone, fearing it could become a rumor that would possibly get the pair in trouble if they ever acted on their feelings. Hearing Snafu insinuate something between them sent a pang of panic through him.
“We all worry about (y/n),” he continued. “But she’s a great corpsman. She can hold her own.”
Before he could finish his sentence, Eugene rose to his feet and went to take a leak. He did have to relieve himself, but he also wanted to get away from the conversation. If Snafu knew about how he felt, the man would never stop tormenting him. Even if it was in a joking way, Gene didn’t want to be the subject of Shelton’s teasing.
Just as he made it to a somewhat secluded spot, he heard Mac’s voice ring out from above him.
“I need a stovepipe boy up top!” he yelled, coming down from the ridge.
Gene slightly ducked his head behind a rock, hoping the lieutenant would miss him. To his dismay, Mac caught his movement in the corner of his eye.
“Sledge, that’s you. Bring some comm wire.”
Sighing when his superior disappeared over the ridge, he muttered, “Yes, sir,” and went to follow his orders.
The stench of excrement and death permeated the air as (y/n) walked through their temporary camp checking on the men. Her eyes watered from the smell, and it took all her willpower not to gag. Even though she’d built a great tolerance to gruesome sights and smells over her time as a corpsman, sometimes it all got to her.
Snafu’s stare replayed in her mind, and she hoped that she didn’t accidentally give herself away to the group. Worry buzzed in her stomach like the disgusting flies that seemed to be ever-present among the mud and filth of Okinawa. (Y/n) tried to busy her mind with the long list of men to check on, but she couldn’t focus more than a few moments before getting lost in her head again.
Spotting a man on her list, she called out to him.
“Hey, James,” she greeted, approaching his muddy foxhole. “How’s the ankle?”
He groaned and shook his head. “As good as it’s gonna be, Doc.”
In the barrage the day prior, the private slipped and rolled his ankle in the mud trying to get to cover. He insisted he was fine, but some of his squadmates sent (y/n) to check on him. Henry James was a stubborn young man who wasn’t even old enough to drink, yet he was on a foreign island in Southeast Asia fighting for his country…fighting to survive. She crouched beside his hole, inspecting the ankle that was elevated above the entrance.
“Were you able to stay off it much?” (y/n) asked, gently prodding the bruised skin.
“A buddy of mine took my OP shift so I didn’t have to walk around on it. It’s more stiff than anything.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “That’s how ankles are. They’re tough-”
Her voice came to a stop as yelling filled the air. It wasn’t cheers of victory or anything of that nature. They were cries of attack…of desperation…of death. The second the sound registered in her mind, she was darting toward the ridge, hoping to get there before the shooting started in case someone got hit. The rapid beating of her heart filled her ears as she ran through the mud and past battle-weary marines. A few of them called out to her, but she didn’t hear them.
The first ping of an M-1 being fired echoed through the air as she made it to the base of the rocky ridge. Cursing under her breath, she quickly began her ascent. Finding the most solid footing, she climbed the hill, using the jagged rocks as handholds. Gunfire filled the air, silencing the screams of the enemy. (Y/n) was out of breath when she made it to the top, but she didn’t stop. Most of the fire had stopped, but a few shots still rang out.
At the moment the corpsman reached the other marines at the top of the ridge, her heart sank at the sight of Eugene unholstering his revolver and aiming at a wounded Jap.
“Cease fire!” Mac cried from the other side of the ridge. “Cease fire!”
Gene didn’t care.
“Damn, Sledge. Leave him,” Hamm muttered to the redhead.
Whipping around to face him, Eugene scowled. “What for? He’s a Jap, ain’t he?”
(Y/n) watched in horror as Gene opened fire on the man already wallowing in the mud. He missed the first two shots, but the third hit its mark, hitting the Jap just above his hip. The soldier sunk into the mud face down, his writhing coming to an end.
“Cease fire!” The Lieutenant repeated as he neared them. “Cease fire, damn it!”
Satisfied with his work, Sledge grabbed his rifle from beside Hamm and turned to descend the ridge. When he noticed (y/n) a few yards away, he froze for a moment, his eyes resembling a dark storm cloud that could start down pouring any second. Guilt seemed to cloud his usual hazel eyes, and he looked away, unable to stay steady beneath her gaze after what he’d just done. He then continued down the ridge.
Mac was quick to confront him, gripping his carbine in one hand with white knuckles.
“I told you to cease fire. What are you doing?”
The private spun to face Mac with gritted teeth.“Killing Japs,” he seethed, turning to go down the hill again.
Before he could get far, the lieutenant spoke again. “You just gave away our position!”
“I think they’ve got a pretty good idea of where we are,” Gene chuckled bitterly.
Mac pointed toward the dead Japs. “I told you to cease fire. You’re supposed to be observing, and then I see you with a damn sidearm!
“We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren’t we?” Sledge screamed, climbing back up to be nose-to-nose with his lieutenant. “So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use?”
(Y/n) couldn’t help but flinch at Gene’s sudden outburst. She’d never seen him like this before, and she wondered what made him finally break. What was the straw that broke the camel’s back? What had happened in the five minutes she was gone?
A tear streaked down her cheek seeing the man she cared about more than anything giving in to the war. Seeing a man be reduced to a shell of who he once was was always heartbreaking, and (y/n) didn’t realize just how much until she witnessed him finally crack.
“I’d use my damn hands if I had to,” he whispered to a frozen Mac, who clenched his jaw and slowly walked past him. (Y/n) was quick to try and follow Gene once he stormed down the hill, but a gentle hand on her shoulder held her back.
It was Burgin, his face scrunched with concern. “Let ‘em cool off, (y/n/n).”
“Romus, he-”
“I know what he means to you,” he interrupted in a whisper as he glanced around them for any eavesdroppers. “But trust me. You need to leave him be for a little bit. Let him think.”
(Y/n) swallowed thickly. “Please don’t tell anyone, Burgie. I could be-”
“Your secret’s safe with me…He needs you, (y/l/n), but give him a few hours.”
Releasing a shuddering breath, her gaze dropped to the ground. “He was fine when I left. What happened?”
“I don’t know. But we did hear him hollering about something right before he went up top.”
“Thanks for everything, Burg,” she sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and the guys.”
A sheepish smile grew on his face, and he chuckled under his breath. “You’d be a lot more ladylike, that’s for sure. The other day, I’m pretty sure I saw you smoking Sledge’s pipe.”
“Whatever,” she groaned, rubbing a hand down her dirty face. “A lot of women actually smoke, ya know?”
The rest of the afternoon did not go according to (y/n)‘s plan, and she was unable to check on Gene after he cooled down. Within an hour of his outburst, she was called back to the field hospital to assist in an all-hands-on-deck emergency following a Jap ambush. The corpsman was up to her elbows in blood, bowels, and every other bodily fluid from vomit to urine. It was a hard night, and it got even worse when a terrible rainstorm moved in, trapping her from returning to her company due to poor visibility.
(Y/n) spent the night, and most of the next day, helping around the hospital. She dressed wounds, administered pain meds, and helped transport men to the hospital ships on a Jeep. A radio call was received that told of the 1st Marine’s plans to take the ridge, and (y/n) knew she needed to be there.
She caught a ride to the ridge just in time for the assault. The men were checking their weapons and quietly conversing with each other as she walked through the various companies. When she reached her squad, however, silence filled the air. They all had thousand-yard stares, and the group was missing two guys who had been there the day before. Her pace slowed as she approached them.
“Hey, guys,” (y/n) said softly, her eyes flicking from man to man. When none of them acknowledged her, she knew something bad had happened. “Where’s Hamm and Peck?”
Silence.
She took a deep breath, trying not to imagine the worst. “Please, guys, whe-”
“Gone,” Gene interrupted harshly, his gaze snapping to hers. “Hamm's dead and Peck’s gone. He cracked.”
(Y/n) felt the all-too-familiar punch of grief knock the air from her lungs. Eugene’s hazel eyes were dark and stormy, even more so than the previous day. She swallowed thickly, attempting to push down the emotion that clogged her throat.
“What happened?” she asked shakily, her eyes never leaving Gene’s.
Before he could respond, Snafu spoke. “Doesn’t matter. They’re gone.”
“Shelton’s right,” Burgin added. “It’s hard, but we’ve got other things to focus on.”
(Y/n) nodded once and dropped her gaze to the group, blinking away the tears that burned her eyes. Two more of their group were gone. Sure, Peck wasn’t her favorite person by any means, but he was still part of their company….on their side. And Hamm…he was a kid. A kid who deserved better than to die in the mud on some foreign island.
They all deserved better.
“Let’s move out!” Mac announced, waving for them to follow.
Each man followed suit, but Eugene hung back to wait on (y/n). Seeing her tear-filled eyes, he instantly regretted opening his mouth. The anger within him seemed to dissipate momentarily as he joined her side.
“Remember, you’ve got a bullseye on your arm,” he murmured, gesturing to the red and white medic brassard on her arm. “Please be careful.”
“I will.” (Y/n) lifted her helmet to look up at him through her lashes. “You take care of yourself, too, alright?”
“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, admiring her features. His eyes trailed from her eyes down to her nose, and then to her lips before flicking back to her (y/e/c) eyes. They stayed locked in each other’s gaze for a few moments, their eyes seeming to have a silent conversation communicating everything that was left unsaid. Gene slowly reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. The racing of (y/n)‘s heart wasn’t from the artillery that had begun hammering the ridge, but Eugene’s warm caress against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch.
They both wished the moment could last forever.
Another yell from Mac shattered the moment, leaving (y/n) missing the tenderness of his hand in its absence.
“I’ll find you after,” he said, turning around and backpedaling to catch up with his squad. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
The corner of her lips quirked into a smirk. “I’ll leave that to you.”
Once the battle had died down and all the remaining Japanese were either killed or taken prisoner, (y/n) went searching for Gene. When the bullets began to fly, she couldn’t get the boy from Mobile off her mind, and anxiety churned in her stomach as she looked for him. The stench of gasoline, blood, and burnt flesh filled the air along her ascent to the ridge. Bodies of both marines and the enemy lined the narrow path up the hill, and her eyes scanned each one, praying that none of them were the men she’d come to love dearly.
“Burgie, you seen Sledgehammer? He was just over here.”
Hearing the familiar Cajun accent, she spun toward the voice and sighed in relief when she saw Snafu atop an old bunker, his legs swinging as he sat on the edge with a cigarette hanging from his lip. Romus was talking to another sergeant a few feet away, his rifle swung around his shoulder.
“There you are!” (Y/n) called out, reaching up and slapping Snafu’s foot. It was all she could reach from his elevated position on the concrete bunker. “You alright?”
He smiled and raised an eyebrow, blowing a puff of smoke into the humid air. “Not a scratch on me,” he mused. “I don’t know where Eugene is, but don’t worry, I just saw him. He’s okay, too.”
With this news, a wave of calm washed over her, and she let out the breath she’d been holding since they parted. “Thanks, Snaf. I’ll find him.”
“Have fun,” he laughed, waving his cigarette around in front of him. “And do me a favor and fuc-”
This caught Burgie's attention. “Hey!” He interrupted, scolding Snafu like he was a parent whose child was acting up in public. “Cut it out.”
Busting out laughing, Snafu winked at (y/n), who could feel the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks at his intended comment. She raised a hand and flipped him off with a grin before continuing her search for Gene.
It took her a few minutes of wandering to spot his familiar frame among the sea of dirty green uniforms, but when she did, a huge smile painted her face. (Y/n) almost called out to him, but something stopped her.
He was sitting alone on the busted remains of a bunker with his helmeted head in his hands, his weapon lying idle in the dirt beside him. She continued toward him slowly, observing the gentle shake of his shoulders that told her he was crying.
“Hey, Gene,” (y/n) murmured with a softness that matched the gravity of the moment, lowering herself onto the earth beside him. He reacted quickly, averting his gaze and hiding his face as he wiped the tears from his dirt-covered cheeks.
Reaching over, she softly turned his face toward her. After a moment of resistance, he gave in to her gentle touch. His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met hers. (Y/n)‘s fingertips traced the dirt-streaked paths on his cheeks, her touch a soothing escape from the horror they lived in.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, ducking to meet his eyes. “I’m here.”
Gene’s lip began to quiver, and a stifled sob escaped him as he covered his face with trembling hands. “I’m a monster, (y/n). The things I’ve done…” he strained, moving away from her comforting touch.
(Y/n) watched the play of emotions on his face as he stood up abruptly, throwing an arm out to point to a bombed-out building. The skeletal remains of what once was a home loomed in the smoky haze. “There was a family in there. Now a baby with grow up without a family! I called in the mortars up there! I did that! I’m a monster!”
“No,” she shot up, her voice cutting him off. “You are not a monster, Eugene Sledge. We are at war. We’ve all done terrible things here, but it does not make you a monster. The fact that you’re feeling like you are proves you’re not. It means you’re human, Gene.”
Another tear streaked down his cheek as he clenched his teeth. “After Bill and everyone we’ve lost, I wanted to get them back. I wanted to. You saw me yesterday!”
“Eugene! Look at me!” she ordered, cupping his cheeks as she implored his attention. His gaze wandered everywhere but her face until she spoke again, her tone much softer this time. “Hon, please look at me.”
Tear-filled hazel eyes met hers, and she tugged him a little closer, they’re faces only inches apart. “We all want to get them back. You are not a monster.”
“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he croaked, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “What if this is who I am now?”
“I know exactly who you are. You are Eugene Bondurant Sledge. You’re still that same boy from Mobile, Alabama who loved his dog more than anything, the same one who loved to fish with his father, and the very same one who I fell in love with before we even stepped foot on foreign soil.”
A sob escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by her words. “There’s no way you can love me like this. You deserve someone else who-”
“I don’t love anyone else, Gene!” she urged, tears stinging her eyes. “I love you, and I’ll say it over and over, every single day, for as long as it takes to make you believe me.”
Shaking his head, he tried to break free from her touch, but she held on. “I’m not a good man.”
“You are good, Eugene. You are a good man. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, but it’s how we respond to them that makes us who we are. This right here? It proves you’re a good man.”
Her words seemed to break through in his mind, and he froze for a moment. Pulling off his helmet, he moved (y/n)‘s hands from his face and cupped her cheeks, his red eyes still glossy. “I love you,” he murmured, voice wavering. “And I will spend the rest of my life working to be worthy of you if you’ll let me.”
The tears (y/n) had been holding back filled her eyes, a few of them trickling from her waterline. She nodded in his gentle hold. “You already are.”
He wiped a few tears away softly, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. “You’re too good for this world, darlin’,” Gene cooed. “You always see the good in people. Even me.”
With utmost care, Gene reached up and removed (y/n)‘s helmet, her tousled (y/h/c) spilling out. The fading sun added a soft glow to their faces, emphasizing the exhaustion etched in their features. As he delicately held the helmet aside, Eugene’s eyes met (y/n)‘s, a silent understanding passing between them. He closed the gap, his breath mixing with hers as his eyes lingered on her face, taking in every detail-the mud smudges, the fatigue-as if memorizing each nuance.
With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a tender blend of longing and comfort, a quiet promise to stay by the other’s side. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist. Time slowed as they embraced, finding solace in the simple act of being together at last. The sounds of war faded into the background, replaced by the gentle symphony of two hearts seeking refuge in the warmth of each other’s touch.
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A group of nurses and I were on two small planes with medical gear and supplies for the U.S. Marines stationed in Okinawa. When we got off the planes, the men were happy to see something other than their fellow Marines.
The men catcalled and gawked at us as we walked to our nurses station. Men in uniform were always a turn on. I wasn’t going to lie a lot of them looked really good. Some of the nurses liked the attention while others kept their cool. I wasn’t sure how to take it. Friends warned me to be careful before jumping on the opportunity to help. We got to our tent where we began setting up. I help set up check in tables while others set up check up stations with white curtains.
We were able to get through a quarter of the Marines when we were able to take a break. Some of the nurses went down to the beach while me and nurse Anne picked up some food from the mess tent and found a makeshift bench. We were sitting there talking when she stopped mid-sentence and watched behind me. I ask her “What are you looking at?” She tells me “Coming this way are two handsome Marines.” I spin my head to see what she was talking about. Walking our way was a Marine with brown hair, wearing a light brown shirt and Navy green pants. He was handsome but right behind him was a dark, curly haired Marine who wasn’t wearing a shirt. The second guy, I could see was a little muscular with his dog tags knocking against his bare stomach. As they walk past us, we make eye contact. My breath hitches as he winks. I look away quickly hiding my smile. Once they are out of sight, nurse Anne notices. She asks me “Were you just checking out that Marine?” I tell her in hopes that she buys it, “What? I was not checking out any Marine. Plus, this is our first day here...there are a lot of good looking guys.” She says “But none like that one.” I smirk. She adds “I could tell by the look he gave you that he likes what he sees.” I tell her “We should probably be getting back. Plus...I could bandage the scratches on his ribs.” She says “I knew you were checking him out.” We both laugh as I gave her a light push back to the station.
When all the nurses got back from their breaks, we had to finish up the day of check ups. While we were making sure we had our supplies for the next group, the nurses were talking about the men that came up to them. That’s when Nurse Anne says “(Y/N) might have found herself a Marine to have some fun with.” The other nurses gasped with excitement, they knew I wasn’t here for that reason. One nurse asked “What was his name?” I tell her “He didn’t tell me his name.” She asked “What do you mean he didn’t tell you his name?” I tell her “All he did was walk by.” Anne says “And she was liking what she saw.” I tell them “Okay...maybe a little bit.” The two of them giggled. The nurse turns to Anne, says “We’ll get the name for her. If he shows up let me know.” Anne tells her “She’ll get it before we do.” I roll my eyes with a smile. I walk back to the table where I check them in and send them off to a nurse.
As the men were going through the line, they would say “Why don’t you and I find some place private.” I said “Tempting but no.” When they go behind the curtain, a couple times I heard “Hello gorgeous, I’m ready for my full body check.” A few nurses flirted back. A dark, curly haired Marine appeared in line and in a Louisiana accent, asks “Hey, aren’t you the pretty nurse I saw earlier?” I look up from my list and saw that it was him. I tell him “Maybe. There are a lot of nurses around here.” He says “No, I’m sure I would remember you. How about you and me go back to my tent and you can give me a private check up?” The two nurses next to me, giggle.
“Your name?” I ask. He tells me “Corporal Merriell Shelton, but you can just call me Snafu.” I check him in and say “Corporal Shelton, you’ll go with nurse Beth.” He leans in close and says “Alright but I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” I stifle a smile. He goes with Beth. I hear “Well...aren’t you the most beautiful nurse I have seen.” I huff.
The nurses were done for the day. We had the rest of the time to ourselves. Some of the nurses went to go find Marines to flirt with. Nurse Beth and I head down to the beach. We sat down in the sand, removed our shoes along with hats. As we look out to the ocean, she tells me “That Corporal had a lot to say about you.” I look down at the sand, begin drawing little circles and ask her “Which one was that?” She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
Beth looks over my shoulder to behind me and says “You know exactly who I’m talking about. He is coming this way.” I look behind to see and I feel myself go a little red. Walking in the sand toward us was Snafu along with a light red haired, Marine. Loudly, Snafu says “Well, look here Sledge, we got two beautiful women waiting on the beach for us.” I ask “Oh, are you talking about us or two other women?” The red haired man, says “Come on, Snafu, they’re not interested.” Snafu tells him, “They are Seldge. They just don’t know it yet.” I say “You know I was just telling Beth here, that we were looking for two Marines to sweep us off our feet.” A small smile spread across Snafu’s face.
Beth asks “I was just about to go for a swim then get a drink. Sledge, was it? Would you care to join me?” I say “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll join you.” Beth says “No, you should stay here. Sledge?” Snafu nudges his ribs. He says as he rubs his ribs, “Uhhhh...yeah, I’ll join you.” Beth says “Great, let’s go.” They walk off toward the water. Snafu sits down next to me and says “Feisty, I like that in a woman.” I say “Really? I thought you went for looks.” He takes off his boots and begins making small talk. I said as minimal as I could. Out of curiosity, I asked “Why do they call you ‘Snafu’?” He tells me “There is no reason. One day the nickname just stuck and now it follows.”
We got up and walked down to the water. He told me about his family in Louisiana and I told him about mine. The two of us began flirting with each other more than earlier. We spent hours talking and hanging out. It’s hard to say but I’m think I was falling for his Southern charm. I ask him “Do you really think Beth is the most beautiful nurse you have ever seen?” He smirks. He says “I only did, cause you turned me down.” I ask him “Are you talking about your offer?” Snafu nods. I tell him “I didn’t exactly deny you, Snafu. I was on duty.” He perks up and asks “So, this means?” I tell him “It’s getting kind of late. I should probably be getting back to my tent.” He says “With the enemy out there...it can be pretty dangerous.”
I look out to the horizon. I say “Claire is staying with Anne tonight in her tent which means I’ll have the tent all to myself. So...if your offer still stands?” His face lights up. We pick up our shoes and my hat then make our way to my tent. We get to my tent and he says “I remember saying my tent.” I ask him “Do you want the private check up or not?” Snafu doesn’t say anything, he just follows me into the tent.
The door closes. He steps to me, places hands on my waist and kisses me. After 15 minutes, I begin breathlessly “So...about...this...check up....” I take one of his hands and lead him to the cot. I place a hand just below his ear then lean in and kiss him. He places a hand on my waist again and lowers me to the cot. With his help, I move to my side as he lays down next to me. While barely breaking the kiss, we spend the night together until the break of light.
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Hey could you do a first time with the pacific characters x reader??
First time with the pacific boys
genre! smut; romance
warnings! sexual intercourse, swearing, reader has a hole, just plain filth. *minors please do not interact, 18+ only*
description! The pacific boys (listed below) having sex with you for the first time.
read my disclaimer in my pacific masterlist! Also note that reader is gender neutral.
Eugene Sledge: He would be very soft and gentle with you the whole time. He cares for you so much and handles you as though you could break at any moment. He would lay you down and plant a millions of small, but passionate kisses all over your body softly, taking off your clothing one by one. It would leave you breathless, frozen and barely able to breathe. Singing little words of praise to you over and over until you’re practically begging for him. He would trace every part of your body with his hands, followed along by his lips. When he has made his way inside of you it’s like a fire is lit between you two. The passion that comes from him is amazing. “I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much I do”
Sidney Phillips: He’s fun but very sweet with you. Giving you such a sweet and loving smile while he’s practically torturing you with his fingers, tracing his fingers so closely to that sensitive part of you, but not close enough, while also kissing on every inch of your body that he can get his sweet mouth on. He’s so desperate for your touch also, he can’t help the almost pathetic whimpers he makes when you hold his cock in your hands for the first time. And when he finally feels the inside of you it’s almost too much to bear. He’s become pussy-drunk off of you almost instantly. The only instinct being to rut into as good as he can, trying to make you feel amazing. “How much do you want it, my doll. Say you want it as much as I do, please”
Robert Leckie: He really can’t hold himself back from you, even if he wanted to. When he sees you naked on display for him he becomes different (in a good way) almost animalistic when it comes to you. Hunting you down onto the bed and attacking you with his fierce kisses and friendly hands. He intends to leave hickeys all over your precious body. To show everyone who you belong to and love so much. He’s so charming in bed with you. He knows all of the right things to say and to do. When he feels your warmth for the first time he’s at a loss of words, all he can do is moan out sweet nothings to you as he feels you up with his length. Wrecking you with his cock only. “You are amazing sweetheart, just for me, right?”
Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens: He’s practically putty in your hands when you tell him that you’d like for him to make love to you. He can’t even began to tell you how many times he’s dreamed of this moment, it’s almost unreal. He’s in shock, amazed and both overwhelmed by your natural beauty. As you take your clothes off for him he can only start to jump to the future, imagining a whole life with you, forever and ever. When you feel his length for the first time his expressions are award-worthy. His moans almost pornagraphic. He finds his way inside of you sooner or later, he finds it hard to hold himself back from fucking your hole sore, and pistoning in and out of you as hard as he can. He starts slow and picks his speed up more and more every minute. “You’re amazing, doll. Just perfect, all for me”
Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton: How do I even began to explain the way he would fuck you. He would spend hours rubbing, sucking, licking, and pinching that sensitive spot of yours, over and over again til’ you were a moaning mess. Squeezing and hugging on every part of your body while he begs for you to just cum on his hands, just one more time, then he will make love to you. When he finally does fill you up with his cock, he doesn’t waste time, he’s going at an insane pace, not stopping for nothing in the world and the only thing encouraging him is your loud screams of pleasure. He’s a filthy talker too, saying all sorts of dirty nonsense into your ears while he makes you a mess. “You love it when I fuck you, huh? Such a pretty thing, even prettier on my cock”
John Basilone: He’s quick to undress you from your clothes, and press his face in between the place you need him the most. He will use all of his body to make you feel good. His hands working magic of their own upon your top half, and his mouth on your bottom half, working wonders within you. He doesn’t feel the need to stop until you’re pleading for his cock. And when he finally does decide to show you mercy, he wants to hear you beg for it himself. “c’mon, honey, tell me how bad you need it” when you beg enough to his liking he finds it well enough to shove his cock inside of you, getting a noisy reaction from you in return. He looks amazing while making love to you. The way his biceps look as he’s pinning you down, the small sweat beads falling off of his forehead as he gives you his all. “Let me cum into you, darling. Have all of me please.”
R.V Burgin: He’s a gentleman like he always is. Sweet to you as ever as he finds his way around your body with his hands. He’s kissing you the whole time, never leaving your lips barely once. He enjoys soaking into your love almost too much. He can’t help it, he’s obsessed with your body, and the way you look under him. Yearning for his touch. “Is it alright if I put it in, I promise it won’t hurt” He’s very careful with your body. Holding you as if you were a precious jewel. When he finally starts making love to you it’s unreal, he’s amazing. Just getting to feel your warmth and embrace all of you, is the best thing he could ask for.He’s breathless the whole time, still feeling magical the way you tighten around his cock. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so good around me. Just like that, don’t stop sweetie.”
Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley: He’s got a sweet smile on his face the whole time you guys are together. How could he not show his excitement for you? He loves you so much and had been waiting for the day to make you his, to fill you with his load, so that only you could be his forever. He makes sure to undress you softly, kissing and holding you like a sweet puppy. “You are an angel, you know that, right?” He’s in awe when he sees you naked. You are absolutely breathtaking. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes, or what he should say other then tell you that you are beautiful over and over again. When he’s inside of you, he’s so passionate and patient for your pleasure first. In his mind, his life’s purpose is to make you completely happy no matter what. It’s his mission to make you finish multiple times.
Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith: He’s fast with his hands, not restraining himself one bit. He’s tearing off your clothes in an instant. He’s waiting so long for you and he can’t waste any longer for you. His lips are on your chest immediately once your clothes have been stripped from you. Finding his way to your hard nipples and biting them gently. He’s amazing at foreplay, he finds no intent on stopping whatsoever and not even superman could tear him off of you in this moment. When he’s inside of you he turns completely different, primal like, only being able to thrust into you sharply. Holding you up against him as he pushes and pulls himself in and out of you until you’re practically in tears. “I can’t get enough of you, you sweet thing. You feel like heaven”
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🥺 may I ask for Zombie Apocalypse weapon/fighting style for the K company boys? (Ack-ack, Hillbilly, Sledge, Snafu, Burgie, Jay, Leyden)
OF COURSE YOU MAY
1) Merriell Shelton - oh he goes first because you fucking KNOW he pulls a michonne hawthorne and drags around several zombies with their lower jaw and arms cut off tied to several leashes in order to mask his smell from zombie hordes. also? machete for SURE. man's scrappy as all hell he'll go down fighting. he doesn't do guns, but he does do an assortment of knives.
2) Eddie Jones - I just had this really funny mental image of him smashing up several zombie with his guitar. Not a good choice of weapon seeing as it would fall apart easy, but it does go down the direction I think he'd go down, which is swinging stuff around. A metal bat, for sure. He strikes me as a kind of person whose weapons are extensions of himself. A bit like John-Wick-Throwing-A-Gun-At-Someone's-Head-Once-He-Runs-Out-Of-Bullets kinda vibe, ya know? He'd also have a gun, but just a small one. Backup.
3) Andrew Haldane - Ooof, ok definitely a rifle of some kind, but small. I also contemplated pistol, which I think he does carry, too. But that's like a back-up thing. He has a lot of back-ups on him. Andy's thing, I think, as their leader, is to appear as non-threatening as possible to anybody on the outside, because I feel like he holds true to his morals and belief that there isn't anyone he can't win over? He has his boys to back him up, in case shit goes down, but he's also not stupid, he knows he has to carry something. So I think he carries small pistols, like a revolver or a glock. A knife in his boot. Things easy to hide and are probably last resort use. That kinda thing.
4) RV Burgin - oh definitely the rifle. practical, quick, big enough that even without ammo it's a weapon in and of itself. He fights very by the book, Burgie, as if he's at a war with Geneva Conventions to adhere to and not in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. He's like a well oiled machine, just point him somewhere and off he goes. Also very adaptable, as I said, he can use his rifle even without ammo and he won't hesitate to use anything else around him, too.
5) Jay de L'eau - I just keep thinking Bazooka, since that's what we saw him use in the airfield, but I like to think Bill would get those big ones, ya know? Jay would probably get his hands on a big one and then kinda just ditch it for something smaller and more manageable in tight spaces BUT is also still long distance, like a crossbow! it's long distance, but it's silent and easy to reload. obviously he'll have to scrounge up the arrows, but I have a feeling he knows how to make his own, too.
6) Bill Leyden - SOMEBODY GIVE THIS BOY A FLAMETHROWER not even for practical reasons you just fucking KNOW he'd be fantastic on a flamethrower!! he'd have the time of his life let him have a flamethrower. maybe even a bazooka. it'd be so cool.
7) Eugene Sledge - um. where do you think the nickname Sledgehammer came from in this AU? of fucking course the boy is smashing up zombie brains with a massive sledgehammer. not quite as gracefully or fluidly as Hillbilly, since there's so much weight at the end of his weapon as compared to a metal bat, BUT there's fucking INTENT in all his swings. that's the primal rage. sometimes, I feel like he'd go after these suckers with his bare hands. He'd have something traditional at first, though, like his hunting rifle from his dad. and lowkey? I also think he'd use Deacon as a weapon. I mean, I'm aware that he's a herding dog, but push comes to shove, I think he'd take advantage of the dog's protective nature just a bit? Like he definitely would allow Deacon to go for the jugular from time to time, like if they're cornered? yeah, I could imagine that.
#ask#zombie apocalypse au#merriell shelton#eddie jones#andrew haldane#eugene sledge#rv burgin#jay de l'eau#bill leyden#tp aus#tp hcs
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southern boys flirting • the pacific
#the pacific#hbo war#eugene sledge#sledgehammer#snafu shelton#rami malek#joe mazzello#joe mazzelo x reader#joe mazello imagine#rami malek x reader#rami malek imagine#eugene sledge imagine#eugene sledge x reader#eugene sledge smut#snafu shelton x reader#snafu headcanons#snafu x reader#snafu imagine#snafu shelton imagine#snafu shelton headcanons#merriell shelton x reader#merriell shelton#merriell shelton imagine#merriel snafu shelton#merriel shelton headcanons
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Pick-Up Lines: Snafu x Reader
Request: Can you do one with Snaf where he uses some godawful pickup line on the reader and she surprises him by responding with an even worse one and then they get to know each other *wiggles brows* por favor
You took another drag of the cigarette in your hand. The smoke slowly escaping your parted lips, and fading into the air. You tipped it with your finger, letting the excess ashes fall to the ground.
With your knee folded over the other, and your elbow leaning on your thigh, you waited for the train to arrive. You ignored the stares and whistles coming from the group of marines next to you, and continued to listen to your friends. You rolled your eyes as you saw Stacy next to you, pushing her chest forwards and arching her back, as a marine approached your group of friends.
He inspected every one of you separately, before eventually turning to you. You looked up at him with a bored expression, and raised an eyebrow at him. Stacy nudges you with her elbow, but you ignored it and motioned for the guy to speak.
“Aye Baby, I’m no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight.”
You heard your friends gasp, but you just stood up. Your chest was almost against his, and he couldn’t help but give you a quick glance. You avoided eye contact as you took another drag of your cig, before blowing the smoke in his face. He flinched and waved the smoke away but kept eye contact, until you pushed him away.
“Is that the best you can do? Keep moving, soldier.”
His smirk turned into scowl, and you could hear his friends call you out. You smirked and gave them a glance, before sitting back down next to your friends. They all stared at you with wide eyes, and you gave them a shrug.
“Y/n, baby, what the hell was that?”
You turned towards Bella, who almost looked offended at your behavior.
“You seriously think I’d feel flattered? He was just trying to show off.”
They just scoffed, and turned away from you. You were used to them acting like this. They would screw every marine who they could get their hands on, and most of them were already known for the number of guys they’d slept with. They were great friends, really, always looking out for you and trying to find you a cute marine. However, the whole “looking for a man” thing, tired you. Every marine was the same. Looks and personality never of their own. Misogynistic and full of pride.
You sighed in relieve when the train finally arrived, and you quickly got up from your seat. You threw the rest of your cigarette to the ground, stepping on it as you walked towards the entrance of the train. It opened its doors, and you stepped into one of the compartments, while your friends followed you.
You sat down in one of the booths, making some space for your friends to join.
“There are a lot of cute marines, don’t ya think?” They whispered to which you just nodded, offering your friend a fake smile, before staring out the window.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed another group of marines, entering the compartment. You accidentally made eye contact with one of them, and you though he was rather handsome. His striking blue eyes stared back at yours, and on his tan complexion appeared a smirk. He gave you a slight nod, and you returned it. He sat on one of the booths at the end of the path, facing you. You felt a smile creep up on your face, and you quickly looked down at the table.
Perhaps not every marine.
“Y/n, why don’t you get us some drinks?” Bella, who had caught the interaction asked.
You nodded, and your friends moved, so you could easily slid out of the booth. You walked towards the most near bar, which so happened to be in another compartment. As you walked down the path, you had to pass the handsome guy’s booth, and when you passed it, you could hear someone else get up too.
You could already guess who it could be, and you bit your lip to hide the smirk on your face. As you were just about to step into another compartment, you were grabbed by your wrist and spun around. You gasp as you were trapped against the wall, with hands on either side of your head. You looked up, and right into the beautiful blue eyes of the guy from before. He smirked down at you, before speaking with a thick Cajun accent.
“Well, here I am Ma’am. What were your other 2 wishes?”
You scoffed at his words, fixing his collar before boldly looking right into his striking blue eyes. His pick-up line was bad, meaning you could only one up him.
“You're looking pretty cute, soldier. Wanna know what would look even better on you?”
He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off you for a single second.
“Me.”
He returned the chuckle. the vibrations in his voice causing shivers on your skin He took his time to inspect your appearance. his eyes travel from your face, down to your body, shamelessly seeing what he’s dealing with. His gaze had your insecurity act up, and you folded your arms over your chest as your eyes demanded attention.
“The name’s Muriel, but you can call me Snafu. Remember it, ‘cause you’ll be screaming it all night.”
Your eyes widened at his sentence, and your mouth fell agape with a scoff at his bold statement. Snafu eyed your parted lips and quickly continued.
“Is that an invite?”
You were slightly confused by his words, but before you knew it, he had placed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, and were slightly taken back by the sudden gesture. His hands were on your waist, adding some pressure, making you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss, and pulled away after a good minute of locking lips.
“I would have asked you to jump, but lets save that for tonight. What’s your name, princess?”
This was the only time you had agreed on sleeping with a guy, but something about him told you this wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.
“Y/n.”
“And where are you headed, Y/n?”
Eyes inspect his figure. Hand run up his chest, to tease the man before you. Leaning closer, your breath hits his ear as you speak.
“Home... I could use some company though. It gets awfully lonely...” You place your knees between his legs, and he jumps slightly at the touch. “My stop is Govern’s road...”
“What a coincidence, I just decided that’s my stop as well...”
He smirked, before taking a step back, to give you some space so you could pass him. You nodded and thanked him. You sway your hips not so subtly as you pass him, and he whistles as you make your way towards the bar.
“Such luck... I’ll see you there then.” You blow him a kiss, before turning towards the bartender. Snafu watches you before biting his lip with a smile and returning to his friends. They smirk as he sits down, and he leans forward to whisper something to them.
“I guess not all babes are the same after all.”
#Snafu Shelton#snafu shelton imagine#snafu shelton x reader#the pacific#the pacific imagine#the pacific x reader#imagine
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Roleplay Request
Request: Rami roleplaying Snafu for reader because it turns her on. Smutty fun lol
I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you enjoy!
-Rami knew you loved it when you both roleplayed in the bedroom. But he didn't know how turned on you would get when he tapped into Snafu.
-The thought of him in that uniform made you squirm. Which he would put on the costume just for you to strip him down immediately.
-He'd get that look in his eye, the one that took him back to when he was filming.
-He'd grab you by your the back of your neck roughly and pushed you back against the counter
-"Ya betta not be playin me, darlin'" he's say in that thick accent you couldn't resist
-Looking at him with your big, doe eyes..pleading him to take you right there over the kitchen counter.
-You teasingly grab his cock, to your surprise he is already hard..licking your lips in response
-Rami turned you around, pushing your shorts down to the floor
-You had just enough time to step out of them before he pulled your panties to the side, running his thick fingers between your folds
-"So wet n ready for me..." he growled in your ear
-You danced your hands behind you to find and undo his belt which ended up being harder than you thought
-"Takin' too long babe" he removed his fingers from your body and pulled his belt through the loops of his camouflaged pants and pushing them down his legs, his cock bouncing off of his stomach
-He rubbed up and down his length before positioning himself between the back of your legs
-The warmth of his cock pressed against your clit made you crave him even more than before
-You reached down, aiming him where you needed him the most
-You moaned loudly as you finally felt full
-He started moving slow until you were begging him for more
-"Faster, Merriell!" You cried.
-He grabbed your arms, pulling them behind you
-He held on to your elbows and fucked you harder and faster
-You were bound to have brusies on your stomach from the kitchen counter
-Rami fucked you until you came twice on him before he released himself deep inside you
-You both came down from your highs, panting and sweating
-"Fuck, Rami, I love--"
-"I know babe.." he said while using a damp cloth to clean you up
-"Maybe next time Finn will make an apperance, he winked
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Dad!Snafu he’d be such a great dad Maybe like morning cuddles or something with your child
OoOOoooOOOOOoooO… I’m loving this.. I haven’t written Snafu as a dad yet. I’m going to go with a kiddo that’s about a year old.
Sighing softly as you made your way into the bedroom trying not to wake your two precious boys. The night shift at the hospital had been absolute hell and you wanted nothing more than to have a quick shower and then a good cuddle with your two favorites boys before you drifted off to sleep for a few hours.
Standing in the doorway of the bedroom you had to stifle a soft giggle at the sight before you.
There was your gloriously beautiful husband sprawled out on his back, sheets clinging to his bare hips (yes he sleeps naked- and no he doesn’t care), with your almost year old son on the mattress next to him sprawled out in the exact same position.
You’d never noticed before but like father, like son.
Quietly you tiptoed into the bathroom and took your shower. You refused to kiss, snuggle, cuddle, or hug any of your family until after you’ve washed any potential lingering germs from your body.
Finishing your shower you were about to tiptoe out of the bathroom when you heard it. The sleepy, raspy southern voice saying “Good morning” and a soft giggle from your son.
You turn off the bathroom light, and crack the door open just slightly to watch the two for a minute.
You’d never tire of watching him interact with the baby.
Your son was now up on his knees, gurgling, and gently smacking his dad’s bare chest, while Mer just looked on wearing the dopiest of smiles.
“Hey little man, let’s go change your diaper and get breakfast started so we can feed your mama before she has to take a nap.”
Your son just cooed and slobbered all over your husbands chest while Mer giggled, he gently moved your son away so that he didn’t topple over, and then stood up allowing the sheet to fall away from his body.
He must have known you were watching but he didn’t care, he bends down to pick up his shorts from the floor, sliding them on and securing them at his hips.
He turns around and scoops your son off the bed, bouncing him around in his arms while softly humming a tune.
“C’mon little man, I bet you your mama is gonna be ready for some cuddles here real soon, so come help daddy make breakfast.”
Your son giggled and babbled all the way into the kitchen, drool dripping down Mer’s back. Merriell was so unphased and unbothered by that fact.
#The Pacific#Merriell Shelton#Merriell Snafu Shelton#Snafu Shelton#snafu x reader#snafu reader#Rami Malek#Rami Malek characters#Dad!Snafu#Snafu is a daddy in this one#Snafu Shelton Imagine#Snafu SHelton Blurb#Snafu Shelton HC#Rami Malek blurb#Rami Malek Imagine#Snafu Shelton fluff#fluff fic#snafu shelton fanfiction#snafu shelton fanfic
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Just Goodbye
Pairing: Snafu x Reader
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: mentions of war, smut, unprotected sex
My breath trapped itself in my throat and my heart began to pound against my ribcage. The roar of blood rushing through my ears was so loud it drowned out the sound of my mom continuing to chat away while she washed the dishes, ever oblivious to my state of mind. Bile rose up my throat, coating my tongue with the foul taste of fear. The news had knocked the wind out of me: Merriell Shelton was going off to war. Tomorrow.
I first met Merriell when my family moved into the house we still lived in today. He sat on the other side of the streets and watched us while we unpacked our boxes. I had wanted to go say hello, but my mom told me to leave him be. That was far from the last time I saw him. Our paths crossed frequently. Merriell was a mere two months my senior, and in the same class as me. I spent three weeks following half a block behind him to and from the school until Merriell stopped walking long enough for me to catch up. After that, we walked together nearly every day. Twenty minutes there and twenty minutes back, every day. That time added up over the year, and by the time summer came around, we were rather used to each other’s company. I think there were about three days during the break where I didn’t see him, and that became the norm from then on.
Other friends came and went, but Merriell stayed the same. He was always there, just down the street whenever I needed to talk to someone. To the rest of the world, Merriell was closed off. As far as most people were concerned, there was nothing beneath the lecherous, angry exterior he put on, but I knew better. For god knows what reason, Merriell decided to let me in. Not all at once, but little by little, so subtly I barely noticed when he stopped keeping me at arm’s length. By the time we started high school, I knew Merriell better than I knew myself. Of course, high school was a battle that often distracts from old friendships. As we both struggled to find ourselves, we lost track of each other. Our time together became less frequent, though it never quite managed to fully disappear. The new friends I made didn’t care for Merriell. Likewise, not one out of Merriell’s series of girlfriends was particularly fond of me. By the time graduation came around, we saw each other maybe twice a week.
Memories I hadn’t reflected on in far too long came flooding back to me: Merriell and I stargazing on the roof of his house, skinny dipping in the lake, helping him study for his exams (he always struggled with English the most), sneaking in to swing clubs and dancing the night away. He was a fantastic dancer. I never missed a step when he was leading. We got together just after graduation for our own, private celebration. We spent the half the night in some seedy club, and the other half on his roof with a bottle of unlabeled booze he swiped from his daddy’s liquor cabinet. We reminisced about the past and speculated about the future, the coherence of our conversation gradually deteriorating the farther down the bottle we got. We fell asleep right there, lying on that ratty old blanket he got from the back of the linen closet. I got an earful when I went home the next morning, but it was well worth it.
I stared down at the soapy water, watching the suds splashing onto the counter as my mom dunked each dish in. My hands continued to dry on muscle memory alone as my mind fixated on Merriell. He hadn’t mentioned anything about enlisting to me. I hadn’t even known that he was considering it, and now I had to find out he was leaving from a story my mom heard from a neighbour.
I left the kitchen with the dishes half done, and my mom’s voice calling after me to ask where I was going. The evening wind sent chills down my arms as I marched down the street to the Shelton house. I reached for the knob before changing my mind and electing to knock instead. It was Merriell who answered the door. “Hey, Mer,” I said. “Can I come in?” He pulled the door back and I followed him inside.
“Since when do you knock?” he asked.
“Didn’t know if you were home,” I said. “Car’s not in the driveway.”
“My folks went out.” He strolled down the hall to his bedroom, with me hot on his heels. A half-full duffle bag sat on his bed, and all the drawers in his bureau were pulled open. I hovered in the doorway, scanning the room. It seemed remarkably empty, and he hadn’t even left yet.
“You’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Uh huh.” He shoveled the assortment of items scattered across his comforter into the bag.
The lump in my throat started to grow. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I studied the back of his head for any sign of emotion, but found nothing.
“Was I s’pose to get your permission?” The sarcasm dripped from his lips, as thick as his accent. It made my stomach twist.
I crossed the room in three long strides and stood by Merriell’s shoulder. “Were you just not gonna tell me at all? How was I supposed to find out- come over to see you and have your mom tell me you left?” My questions went unanswered. “Will you look at me?” I asked. Merriell sighed, but did as I asked. His eyes were void of the warmth I was used to seeing when he looked at me. “You’re my best friend, Mer,” he said. “I had a right to know.”
His eyes searched mine, but I couldn’t tell what he was looking for. He turned back to the bed and zipped up his bag. He threw it down by his dresser. “I knew you wouldn’t like it,” he said. “I woulda told you.”
“When?”
“I don’t know!” He turned and ran his fingers through his hair. “Before I left.”
“What, were you gonna stop by on your way to the station?” I asked, stepping towards him. “Give me a five minute goodbye?”
“No!”
“God, Merriell, I thought I meant more to you than this,” I said. I teared up, and the world around me blurred like smeared paint.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he yelled. “Dammit, y/n, I can’t say goodbye to you.” I hastily wiped away my tears as they fell. “I just can’t.”
I stepped towards him, my hand flying up to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It felt like something inside me, some tension I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying finally released after years of building inside of me. Our lips stayed connected only for a moment. I pulled away when I realized what I had done. Merriell stared down at me, his stoic face as unreadable as ever. The tension in the room seemed to vibrate until Merriell broke it with a small smile.
“You couldn’ta done that two months ago?” he asked.
“I didn’t know I wanted to two months ago,” I said. His arm curled around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I rested my hands on his chest, grounding myself against his body as I stared into his eyes. I tilted my chin up and Merriell leaned down to press his lips to mine. My mind didn’t go quite as blank this time. I took advantage of the situation by revelling in the sensations- the warmth of his hands, the feeling of his body pressing into mine, his lips, which were softer than I had imagined they would be, moving against mine. He was a good kisser. Not that that was particularly surprising. With the amount of fooling around he did, he’d have to work pretty hard not to pick up on how to do it right. He didn’t stay completely still, but didn’t move his head too much. His tongue only grazed mine, drawing it into his mouth, and his hands stayed firm on my back, holding me in position without confining me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded being trapped in his arms.
My fingers gripped his shirt and pulled him back towards the bed. I sat down on the edge of the mattress, bringing Merriell with me. I eased him backwards and straddled his lap, yanking my skirt up so I could sit more comfortably. My center brushed against his groin, and a tingle of pleasure rose up into my stomach. I’d never kissed a man like this before- I always thought the first time I did would be awkward. I wouldn’t know what to do with my hands, how far was too far, how I was supposed to react to being touched. But being here with Merriell just felt so natural. My body reacted to his touches before I had time to second guess myself.
The throbbing in my core was getting stronger, and I pressed my hips down to try and satisfy the unfamiliar urge. The pressure dulled the throbbing, but it wasn’t enough. I rolled my hips forward, rubbing my core against Merriell’s crotch. His moan vibrated through my lips and his hips bucked up towards me. His hands cupped my cheeks and held me still so he could pull away. His face was flushed, and the look in his eyes was not one I had ever seen before. He searched my expression, but I wasn’t sure what he was looking for.
“Y/N,” he breathed. “You don’ have ta do this.”
My fingers wrapped around his wrists and pulled his hands away from my waist. “Yes, I do,” I said as I placed his hands on my waist. “I need to do this, Mer.” I could feel the bulge in his pants growing as I dragged my hips over his lap. “I need to give you this.” He would be gone tomorrow. This might be the last chance I ever got to… No. No, I wasn’t going to think about that. “I want you to be my first,” I said. My hands guided his up my body and held them on my breasts. Merriell’s lips parted at the contact. “Do you want me?”
Merriell leaned forward and kissed my neck. “Yes,” he breathed against the soft skin. “Want you so fuckin’ bad.” His hands fell to the hem of my shirt and lifted the fabric up. I raised my arms up and let him pull the blouse over my head. He tossed the shirt away from the bed and unclasped my bra- the guy moved fast. He sucked in a breath when I shrugged off my bra and exposed myself to him. His hands found my breasts and kneaded them as I arched my back into his touch. Eager to even the playing field, I made him break away long enough for me to take off his shirt. It was hardly the first time I’d seen him without a shirt on- Merriell took any excuse he could find not to wear one- but this time was undeniably different. I couldn’t stop staring at his chest, watching the way his muscles moved when he shifted his weight. It wasn’t like I’d never noticed what an attractive man Merriell was before, but I’d never been smacked in the face with that fact quite so hard. The sight of him got my core tingling.
Merriell wrapped his arms around my back and held me close as he flipped us over. He laid me on my back and got settled between my legs. His hand ran up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher up my leg. He kissed down my chest, pausing to suck on my nipples before continuing his journey down. His head disappeared under my skirt and I gasped as his lips made contact with my core. Even through my panties, his tongue felt incredible. I grabbed onto the blanket to keep myself from grabbing his hair as he pushed my panties to the side and licked up my bare skin. I didn’t think anything could feel as good as his tongue circling my clit, but then he closed his lips and sucked. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. One finger pushed inside of me and slowly glided in and out. As his tongue worked my clit, he slipped another finger in and curled them both around to rub something deep inside of me. It was a strange sensation. The dull pleasure of his fingers stroking that spot was a small distraction from the slight burning around my entrance. Being stretched open like this… I’d never felt anything like it. I felt… full. I had no idea how I was supposed to take him. A penis was bigger than a couple fingers, wasn’t it? From what I’d felt on his lap, it sure as hell seemed bigger. Merriell was doing too good a job for me to focus too much on worrying. My stomach was tightening. It felt like something was about to break.
“Merriell,” I whined. “I can’t- it’s too much.” He just hummed against my skin and intensified the pleasure radiating from my pussy. Something inside me snapped. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming that time. My hips leapt up completely of their own accord, chasing his mouth even though he wasn’t trying to pull away. The pleasure ebbed and flowed through my entire body and Merriell returned to slowly licking my clit. In an instant, it was far too much to take. I was too sensitive- the slightest twitch of his tongue made my entire body jerk. I pushed Merriell’s head away from my throbbing center and he grinned up at me.
“That good for ya, baby?” He slid down the zipper on the side of my skirt and tugged the fabric down my legs, taking my panties with it. His member was straining against his pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and that just made him laugh. He pressed his palm against the front of his pants and ground his heel into his member. “See how hard you make me?” He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down. My eyes widened when his cock sprang free. Precum leaked from his red tip as he grabbed his shaft and pumped it. His other hand worked his pants the rest of the way off, and I scrambled to get my skirt down my legs.
I laid flat on the mattress and spread my legs for him. He dragged the head of his cock up my slit, pausing to rub it on my clit before moving back down. “You wan’ this cock inside you?” I nodded, and Merriell eased his tip into me. I grabbed hold of his biceps as he pushed himself deeper. The burning at my entrance was worse than it had been with his fingers, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover that was as bad as it got. Aside from that, it was a bit of discomfort at the pressure against my walls.
Merriell took it slow and gave me plenty of time to adjust to his length. His strained expression told me how difficult it was for him to hold back. He buried himself to the hilt and stilled his hips, reaching down to circle his thumb on my clit while I got used to him. I could see the tension in every one of his muscles- it was obvious how badly he wanted to start moving, but he stayed still until I told him I was ready. He rocked his hips, sliding out to the bit before filling me up completely. The pain didn’t last all that long, but the discomfort remained as his thrusts started coming a little faster. He leaned down so he could kiss me while he rocked his hips, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I stared into his eyes, watching them cloud with pleasure.
After a few minutes, Merriell’s thrusts got fast and shallow. My hands dropped to his shoulders, and my nails dragged against his skin. He let his head fall into the crook of my neck, breathing heavily against my skin. His hands clenched into tight fists around the sheets. His moans were coming steadily with each thrust, getting louder and louder until a deep shudder shook his body. I felt his hot seed spurt inside me, coating my walls. Merriell’s hips kept rolling, just barely thrusting in and out of me to milk every drop out of his cock.
When he pulled out of me, his cum dripped out of my entrance. He rolled off of my and I turned to my side so I could snuggle into his side. We made love two more times that night. Neither of us said another word about the enlistment, the war, the inevitable goodbye. We didn’t need to. His train left at eleven the next morning. We stayed in bed until it was time for him to leave. Our goodbye wasn’t the long, emotional event I was sure he would have with his family once I left. Just a tender kiss at the back door. But that was all I needed. I didn’t think I could stand anything more, and I didn’t want the last memory Merriell had of me to be me sobbing and begging him not to go. So all I said was goodbye. No ‘I’ll miss you,’ no ‘promise to write,’ no ‘promise me you’ll come home.’ Just goodbye.
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IMAGINE — SNAFU MAKING FUN OF YOUR CRUSH ON ACK-ACK.
REQUESTED BY ANON
SLOWLY but surely, Snafu creeps up behind you as you stare off into space, dissociating from the battle environment you forgot you were in for a moment. “Thinkin’ about the skipper, huh, boot?”
Your cheeks turned hot. “Give it a rest, you dick!” you sneer.
“God, help me.” His grin made you want to slap it off his face. “The day Ack-Ack reciprocates feelings for a replacement is the day he goes blind.”
He was right, though. Out of all people, you were hiding your feelings for King Company Skipper. You didn’t even need to admit to Snafu about it. He was observant and he knew right away just by watching your behaviour around Captain Haldane, the way you blushed when he looked your way, and were so attentive and loyal. Snafu loved picking on the newbies - what better way to do that than to make fun of a silly playground crush?
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Body Beautiful
Pairing: Ahkmenrah x Reader
Warnings: first time, concubine, smut
Merenkahre patted his youngest son on the back as he led him down the corridor of the palace. “My son….You are of age now. And it is time you become a man.” Ahkmenrah looks at his father in confusion. They stop outside the door to Ahkmenrah’s room.
“Father I don’t understand.” He smiles and pats his son’s shoulder.
“You will,” he points at the door, “In there, is your present. Enjoy it. And I shall see you at breakfast….You will no longer be but a boy. You will be a man.” he leaves his son standing there, confused and anxious.
“What could he possibly be talking about?” Ahkmenrah shakes his head as he opens the door to his room and steps inside. He goes to the wash basin and begins to wash his hands, he brings the water to his face and splashes himself, unaware of the body laying across his bed.
“Hello your majesty.” he jumps, wiping around, his eyes widen as he takes in the young woman’s appearance. She wears a silk wrap around herself, no make up on her face, not that she needed it, she was quite beautiful as is. He swallows hard as she stands up and struts towards him slowly, seductively. She reaches up and caresses his cheek when she reaches him. His cheeks turn a light pink. “Happy birthday my Prince.” she leans in, pressing her lips to his, it’s quick and she pulls away quickly.
“What um…” his palms are sweaty, he’s nervous, “What are you?” she holds her arms out, revealing that she is wearing nothing beneath the silk wrap that covered her. He coughs, his dick twitches and a wave of arousal washes over him. She grins, she knows the effect she is having on him.
“Your father said to wait for you...I am your present.” everything his father had been trying to tell him sinks in, she covers herself again, he licks his lips, eyes darting around the room, anywhere but her. “Am I not agreeable?” she asks, venom drips off her words, she stings him with lust. He does want her.
“N...No,” he stutters, she takes his hand, tugging him back towards the bed. “You are beautiful. I just...I…” she pushes him down on the bed and kneels before him, a smirk playing at her lips.
“I know...Your father told me to make you a man….Would you like that?” he hesitates, he’s unsure of himself. He knows this is for him, his birthday, he can have her anyway he wants….But he wants her to feel pleasure too. Her hand slides up the back of his neck to knot in his hair, she pulls him close, their lips tantalizingly close, all he’d have to do is lean forward, just a bit. His eyes flutter shut and he gives himself over to desire.
“Yes.” he hisses as she presses her lips to his. He doesn’t know what to do, so his hands rest on her shoulders, keeping her close and his lips follow hers, when she flicks her tongue against his bottom lip he gasps, she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth, he groans and pushes against her shoulders, breaking their kiss. His eyes are wide with uncertainty.
“Are you alright your highness?” she asks. She gets up, moving to straddle him, he lets out a strangled noise as her wet cunt lands in his lap, atop of his clothed hard on. He places his hands on her waist.
“Call me Ahkmenrah.”
“Very well. Ahkmenrah, are you alright?” he nods, she runs her fingers through his hair for a moment before kissing him again. They break apart only for a moment, long enough to pull his tunic off of him, he slides her wrap off her shoulders and lets his hands roam over her back as their kisses become more heated, more needy. Her chest presses against his, she can feel his heart pounding in his chest, she loves that she can do this to him, she can make the future King weak in the knees. He falls back onto the bed, pulling her on top of him, she covers him like a blanket, grinding against him, his dick strains through the cloth covering him, she’s ready to lose the shendyt and leans back, crawling down his body to pull it off of him. He reaches out, touching her hand and stopping her just before she can pull his kilt down.
“Ahkmenrah?” he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. He doesn’t know what to say. She smiles softly, reassuringly. “It’s okay….You have a beautiful body.” she lets her eyes drag over the young Prince’s fourm, his taut muscled stomach covered in a light sheen of sweat and heaving slightly as he pants. “I want this...please my Prince. Let me have you.” his lips part and his eyes roll back as she strokes him gently through his kilt. He doesn’t resist further, she undoes the belt and he shimmies out of the shendyt, his dick springs forward, fully hard and leaking. She smiles, reaching a delicate hand out to stroke it. He shivers. “Does that feel good?” she asks. He grunts his approval as she wraps her fist around him and begins to pump, hand sliding up and down easily thanks to his precum.
“Oh….Oh my….” he whimpers, bucking his hips as she leans over, sliding her tongue down the side of his dick, her mouth wraps around the tip and he cries out, gripping the bed sheets tightly. She uses her hand and works him over with both her hand and her lips, flicking her tongue over his slit and sliding it down his shaft each time she swallows him. His body begins to stiffen, he pants and writhes against the sheets. She can feel her own arousal pooling in her belly, she wants him too. She pulls off of him, much to his dislike and crawls up his body. She grabs his shaft and positions herself over him, the tip of his dick just barely grazing her warm and wet folds.
“Are you ready for me Ahkmenrah?” she asks, that teasing tone back in her voice, but there’s something else there too, he can hear it. Desire. He reaches up, grasping her hips tightly as she sinks down onto him.
“Uuuhhhh….whoa….” his body arhes as he enters her. She’s warm and wet and so tight. She slides all the way down and he reaches up, brushing her hair back from her chest so he can look at her breasts, he begins to massage them in his hands.
“Oooh...Your majesty….” she cries out as he flicks her nipple with his thumb, she begins to move, rising and falling on his shaft, his hips buck and jerk, he’s not completely sure what he’s supposed to do, but he knows it feels good. Too good. He doesn’t want it to stop.
Suddenly he sis up, wrapping his arms around her and thrusting into her hard. She moans, pressing her hands to his face and bringing his lips back to hers, they kiss slowly, passionately as his body rocks against hers, her hands travel from his face to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he hits that spot inside of her that makes her fall apart.
“Mmmm...this….this is amazing…” you grin, pulling back to look the young prince in the face, his eyes are half lidded, lips parted slightly and swollen, hair wild from her running her fingers through it. She loves how fucked he looks. His eyes flicker to her neck and he leans down, pressing soft open mouth kisses to the junction between her neck and shoulder, she grasps him tighter.
“Ah! Ahkmenrah!” she can feel him twitching inside of her, he’s close, she wonders if he’s holding off for her, she’s close as well.
“I don’t….I don’t know what-” He cuts himself off, groaning as he cums, spilling his seed into her. His eyes widen and he stiffens, hips jerking roughly. She cums as he does, unable to stay still she grinds against him, causing him to cry out and clutch her tightly as they ride out their orgasms together.
She presses her wet forehead to his, perspiration covers their bodies, making them shine in the candle light. He presses his lips to hers again once more before gently pushing her off of him, he flops down on the bed, throwing his arm over his face. She begins to get up when he grabs her hand.
“Stay.” he doesn’t ask it, but he doesn’t demand either. She lays back down and lets him pull her into his arms. He kisses her head and she wraps her arms around him, nuzzling into him for a deep comforting sleep.
“Happy birthday my Prince.”
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Masterlist
M- Mature
Elliot x Reader
Sanity- M
Insanity- M
Mad-M
Slow- M
Crazier Than You
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Part One, Part Two- M
Elliot x Shayla x Reader
Overly Passionate- M
Snafu Shelton x OC
A Union We Can’t Understand
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part 4, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine- M, Part Ten, Part Eleven- M, Part Twelve
Josh Washington x Reader
Survivor’s Guilt
Part One, Part Two
Take a Joke
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Rami Character Nightmare Comfort
Alright. So, my girlfriend has been having terrible nightmare lately, so I thought I’d try writing some fluff to cheer her up a bit. If people are interested enough I can do a part two with Freddie, Kenny, Louis, and or Jonah. Let me know what you guys think. One of my longer posts, but I hope you enjoy.
I hope this helps in some way, My Darling. -Freddie
Rami had nightmares every now and again like everyone else, but not nearly as often as you did. You were plagued with them. When the two of you first started going out, you worried he’d break up with you the very night it was decided it was time to move in together. You thought it surprising when he proved you wrong.
He opened his eyes as you wriggled around in his arms and whimpered. He looked around for a moment to pinpoint where whimpering was coming from before his sleep riddled brain put together that it was you.
“Darling?” He gently shook your shoulder but got no reaction. “Y/N.” He shook you a little harder and you woke up with a gasp, your eyes snapping open. “Are you alright?”
You curled in on yourself, not being able to stop the tears. They were of shame more than anything else. The action made his worry increase even more. “Y/N? Come on, Dear.” Rami gently rubbed your back. “Do you wanna talk about it? That always helped Sami.” That caught your attention.
“Sami had nightmares?”
“Mhm. Few times a month. I’d wake him up, he’d tell me about the nightmare if he could or wanted to, and then we cuddled in one out beds so he could sleep again.” Rami wasn’t surprised by the skeptical look you gave him. He turned and look at the alarm clock on his nightstand. The glowing green letters read 5:10. “He wakes up in 20 minutes.” Rami reached for his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling him.”
“Wha-”
“We’ve been dating for almost eight months, Y/N. I’m not leaving you because you have nightmares. I’m calling Sami so he can tell you I don’t get annoyed by helping someone through nightmares.” He pressed call and set it on speaker. I rang four times before Sami answered.
“Dude. It’s 2:15. What’s do you need?” His tone was tired but not annoyed or upset.
“2:15? I forgot about the time zones,” Rami said sheepishly.
“Forget I said anything. What’s up, Ram?”
“Y/N had a nightmare and didn’t fully believe me when I said I used to help you after one.” Rami summed up.
“Yeah. I’d cuddle with him after I told him about it.”
“I thought he was making it up to make me feel better…”
“Nope. I woke him up all the time. Just like he wakes me up now because always New York is three hours ahead of L.A. because they’re litteral different ends of the country.” All three of you chuckled at Sami’s reminder. “I’m going back to bed because I giving a test tomorrow. I’ll talk to your guys later.”
“G’night, Sam.” “Night Sami.” And the twins hung up their phone.
Rami gently pulled against and held you for a while before speaking. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He pulled you even closer when he felt you shudder. “You don’t have to.” He kissed you cheek. “I’ve got you, darling. No more nightmares tonight.”
Being a veteran of war, Snafu was no stranger to nightmares and sleep paralysis. He was heartbroken to learn that you weren’t either. Walking into the bedroom you shared, he was worried to see you laying there with your eyes open but otherwise unmoving.
“Boo.” He jogged to your side of the bed and sat by your side. The monsters were the worst part of paralysis. You saw them the second you open your eyes and were scared to close them again for fear of what would happen.
Snafu leaned down and pressed your faces together- nose to nose, forehead to forehead- so all you could see were his blue-silver eyes. His eyes always made you feel safe. Now was no exception. He hummed a song, he’d sang it before when doing the dishes. Snafu placed hi hand in your limp one, to silently tell you to hold his hand when you were able.
A couple of antagonizing minutes passed before you were able to hold his but the second he felt your hand move in his he kissed you. With the hand you weren’t holding, he caressed your cheek to try and ground you more so you’d focus on him instead.
When Snafu started to pull away, you whined in protest at the loss of heat. He quickly unlaced his boots with a well practiced hand and toed them off before more or less wrapping himself around you. “You’re okay, Boo,” he whispered in your ear.
Snafu wasn’t the best at comforting people verbally, but his touch was calming, loving, and grounding.
You yawned again and Ahkmenrah tilted his head to the side. You were normally wide awake and ready to go come nightfall.
“Y/N?” Ahkmenrah approached you cautiously. You and the pharaoh had become close friends on the borderline of a relationship for about two months.
“What’s up Ahk?” You asked.
“Are you alright? You look...tired.” He was the only person you know who could look confused and worried at the same time.
“I’m alright. I just haven’t been sleeping well lately.” You admitted. He studied you for a few seconds and you almost faltered under his strong gaze.
He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” You took his hand.
“To the breakroom,” he said simply. “You need to sleep.” He tightened the hold on your hand just a little, like he knew you’d pull your hand away.
“Ahk-”
“I know- how would you say?- a thing or two about closing my eyes when I am petrified at the notion.” His words sunk in and somehow didn’t feel right. “There is a trick that Jed helped me to find on that glowing box not too long ago.”
“What’s the trick?” You entered the breakroom and you both sat on the couch He took off his chestplate before easing you to rest your head in his lap, his shendyt serving as an sort of pillow.
“Just relax,” he said in a hushed tone. He started carding his hands through your hair. Listen to my voice. Listen to my voice and let me show you where I’m from.” He paused a moment and you closed your eyes with a small sigh, the light pressure on your scalp making you drowsy already. “Everyone knows Egypt for the sand, but they never talk about the banks of the Nile. The breathtaking flying bugs- I think Americans call them dragonflies- that came all sorts of colours. And the sunsets and rises that reflect on the water…”
Between his gentle voice, the movements of his hands in your hair, and the verbal painting of Egypt, you didn’t stand a chance of staying awake.
Elliot was very used to mind games. His usual happened while he was awak, but had his fair share of nightmares and night terrors. He didn’t know how to stop them, how to make them less frequent. He’d done the research: the REM sleep; the four stages of sleep; how not enough sleep can send someone into sleep paralysis; how the only way to stop them was to sleep more. It was bullshit.
You and Elliot weren’t exactly romantic. You’d been friend for years, lived together, cuddled on the off chance that Elliot needed human contact- you were someone he could trust.
He could tell when you were down and when you needed contact. When tipped him off this time was the bags under your eyes, how you fidgeted like you were being watched in the quiet room that had the usual calm atmosphere the two of you had always established.
“Are you alright?” He’d gotten home from work at AllSafe to find you sitting next to Qwerty’s bowl and looking out the window with the fish.
“I’m good… Tired.”
“Need a smoke?” He put his backpack on his desk chair.
“I think would make things worse,” you declined the offer. “Does weed make your nightmares worse?” you asked.
Elliot shrugged. “Maybe. I just get too high to care about the nightmares,” he explains. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and shuffled his feet a little. “Do you need to cuddle? I can boot leg something dumb so you don’t need to think. Rest that way.”
You looked over your shoulder at the hacker. “You’re sure?”
He nodded. “What do you wanna watch?”
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Mr. & Mrs.
Pairing: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton x Reader
Summary: Shelton is a good last name.
Warnings: sweet as Snafu’s talk
Word Count: 207
The doorbell swept you out of your daydream. Your voice broke off halfway through the soft song you’d been singing to yourself while you kneaded the dough on the countertop. Wiping your flour coated hands on the bottom half of your apron, you rushed to the door. Using the lower fabric to open the door, you continued wiping your hands while you smiled at the mailman.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Shelton. Got a few letters for you from your husband today,” he announced, holding the two envelopes out for you to take.
You quickly thanked him, tossing a quick, “have a good day,” at him as you closed the door. You’d never get used to that feeling in the pit of your stomach every time someone called you by your last name. You swelled with pride, being your husband’s wife.
“Mrs. Shelton”
It made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You felt like you were floating above the floor every time you heard it. The only thing missing was Mr. Shelton. It’d been almost a year since you’d seen him, but you knew he’d come home to you. If not, you’d kill him.
So, for now, you loved him through your letters, signing every single one “Mrs. Y/N Shelton”.
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It Ain’t Right! (Snafu x Male Reader)
Requested by @richy-the-trans-assbutt! How would Snafu react if he started having feelings for a male reader?
A/n: This was a different time. Homophobia was just as wrong then as it is now, but back then it was different.
Warnings: Slur warning, bigotry warning. Jap slur.
He’d be scared when his emotions for you started.
Snafu knew being a ‘homo’ could get him kicked right out, with that damn blue ticket.
But he couldn’t help it, and it made him angry.
‘It ain’t right,’ he kept telling himself. ‘I ain’t no homo.’
At first he tried to avoid you, he’d snarl in your direction, it was like you didn’t exist out there in the Japanese war zone.
You were beneath him... but part of him knew that was wrong.
Snafu couldn’t handle it, late at night he’d bang his head against his pillow, and wonder what the hell was wrong with him.
But nothing was wrong, Snafu was just bisexual.
He would continue avoiding you and you’d wonder what you did wrong. You had never been open about being gay... but maybe he knew?
‘Fuckin’ fairy...’ he’d mumble under his breath when he passed you.
But finally, you had enough.
“Stop. I ain’t no fairy. I’m here killin’ Japs just the same as you!”
He’d be shocked by you standing up to him, but his reaction would be hard to read.
Closing the gap between the two of you, he’d stand there, face to face with you...
You were sure he was gonna beat your face inside out, God you were scared.
But instead he leaned in and whispered.
‘If we both get outta here, let’s get dinnah.’
He’d wink as he walked away, but the man was shocked when the job was done and both of you were sent home months later.
You’d approach him on the train.
“Dinner?”
After being rejected by a rather feisty woman... he’d just nod.
And eventually, he’d accept his sexuality, even if he wasn’t as open about it as he wished he could be.
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