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Grady's Homecoming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait to sleep in a bed.”

“I can’t wait to find me a woman.”

“I can’t wait to see my woman.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Grady Travis as a Poppa

(Yes, his kids have pie themed nicknames because of his pie obsession. Also, peep his son’s name😭❤️) ✨ENJOY!❤️ please feel free to reblog and like, but don’t plagiarize my work. Thank you!❤️)✨

Grady had gotten home from the war and you two hadn’t left each other’s side since he came back.

You and Grady had started a family on a little farm and Grady was the best father.

“Poppa! Poppa!” Your daughter squeals as she runs towards him, snake in her hands.

“Nah! Pun’kin! No!” He playfully shouts running away. When he turns again, your little daughter is on the ground crying and Grady is always to the first to her side. Sobbing, she sticks up her knees with a sad little, remarry eyed frown, her little lip all poked out.

Grady crouches to his knees, pulling her into his lap, kissing both her red knees, he gives her a smile.

“All better, huh?” He coos, picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the little cottage. You watch from the kitchen window, grinning at him and your daughter.

As he steps into your home, he drops her onto the counter and kisses your cheek, slipping the dish rag from your hands to clean up her knees.

“Thank you poppa.” She giggles, her little hand patting his big one.

“Anything for you, punkin.” He adores her with sparkling brown eyes full of love, letting her down to chase her brother, Norman Grady. His arms circle your waist and he draws you right against him, burying his nose in your shoulder. “I love you so much.” He whispers. “Thank you for makin’ me a poppa, darlin’.”