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millennialfangirl · 4 years ago

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Kind and Generous (mid & post 7x10 oneshot)

Fandom: Agents of Shield

Pairing: Daisy x Daniel

Rating: Mature & NSFW

Word Count: 3,027

Author’s Note: Hello, all! This is my first foray into Dousy mature content (aka smut). I��m really excited about it, but also nervous, because it’s been several years since I’ve written smut, or much of anything.

This title and fic are inspired by the song “Kind and Generous” by Natalie Merchant (hello 90′s), and the sheer pure goodness of one Agent Daniel Sousa. I hope yall enjoy! Comments are treasured!

~Kind and Generous~

Daniel takes the large duffle that’s a lot heavier than she made it seem. He smiles to himself at convincing her to let him take it off her shoulders, and heads down the hallway in the direction of the bunks. Once he reaches them, he places his bag in one, and then goes out to look for a bunk for Daisy. Realizing he doesn’t know which one she might want, he turns back in the direction of the lab room he had left the two women in.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but just as he’s approaching the door, he hears his name. The next thing he hears takes his breath away, causing him to pause outside the door, and stay hidden.

“You kissed Agent Sousa?” Simmons exclaims in a loud whisper.

“Hey, hey, keep your voice down. Nobody knows, not even him.”

Daniel ponders what could possibly be wrong with Daisy, because he damn sure would know if they had kissed. The desire and thought of doing it had been lingering in his mind since she saved his tail back on the train, assuring him that they were, in fact, the good guys. Why would she fabricate something like that and share it with Agent Simmons?

“How is that possible? What do you mean he doesn’t know?”

“Remember the whole time loop situation I was just in...yea.”

“What does this mean? Do you like him? Are you going to tell him?”

Even outside of the room, he can hear Daisy take a deep breath before sighing. He can’t believe that they had kissed, and he had the dumb luck of forgetting it.

“Of course I like him. He’s a good man. Even if the SHIELD files didn’t prove that, he was by my side in every time loop, even sacrificed himself a couple of times just so I wouldn’t die and reset my memory. He’s solid...and it doesn’t hurt that he’s got that James Dean, Cary Grant Hollywood vibe going.”

“He is rather dreamy. That’s so exciting...why do I feel like there’s a but?”

“Because...you know my past. Look at how many people that get near me die. I barely know him, but somehow I don’t think I could lose him. And besides, we just ripped him from his home, everything he knew. For all I know, he’s in love with someone back in 1955.”

All he can hear is Simmons’ exasperated, “Daisy,” as he backs away from the door, back to the bunk he had put his things in. He takes the time to think over everything he heard while putting away the few things he has on his person.

He’s lost in thought when he hears the thud of familiar combat boots approaching his door. Daisy knocks on the door frame softly, and he looks up to see her in the doorway looking calm and collected.

“So, where’d you put my stuff, then I’ll be out of your way so you can get some rest.”

He gestures to the floor by the door where he had dazedly put her duffle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know which bunk you wanted. I was going to come find you after I got settled.”

“That’s alright,” she brushes off as she moves to grab the bag.

He’s there in an instant, picking it up and hoisting it on his shoulder.

“Show me the way.”

She gives him a once over, clearly scrutinizing his actions before shrugging.

“I was thinking I’d just go right across the hall, actually.”

He follows her the few steps across the tile hall and into the room. Without being told, he deposits the large duffle on her bed.

“That was easy enough,” he says, wiping his hands together as if he had just lifted fifty bales of hay.

“Thanks.”

“No problem...actually, do you mind if we talk for a minute.”

“Sure. You doing alright? Are you ready to abandon ship and try to go start a new life?”

Daniel finds it incredibly sad that her first assumption is that he wants to leave. He finds it sad that she doesn’t seem bothered by it, more like she was expecting it. He can see the careful mask she’s placed to hide her fears.

“I’m doing great actually, and I think I’m right where I need to be.”

Daisy startles, and her mask of kind indifference drops.

“Oh...okay. Um, in that case, what did you need?”

He takes a couple of steps closer while carefully deciding what he should say. He doesn’t want to spook her. He doesn’t want to push her. He just wants her to know that he’s there, available, waiting for the right time.

“I just want you to know that there’s no one special back in ‘55. No one to write home to. I kind of married the job, resigned myself to bachelorhood,” he says while crossing his arms. He clears his throat before continuing, because he can see that she’s at a loss for words.

“Of course, I had close friends, family. My pop was still around. So when I say there are people I wish I could have said goodbye to, that’s who I’m talking about.”

He can see the faintest blush rise on her cheeks, and he loves the way it makes her skin glow.

“And um, why did you think I should know that?”

“So that when I tell you that I think you’re amazing, and that I want to get to know you better, and that I want to take you to dinner and see a film, if that’s something people still do in the 21st century...that you’ll believe me.”

She brings her fingers up to her mouth, maybe remembering the kiss they had shared, or maybe covering up the grin that’s breaking through. Most importantly, she’s not backing away or rejecting his plans. If anything, she’s inched closer to him.

“That’s a good reason.”

“I thought so,” he agrees.

He takes her free hand, holding it in his. He lifts it to his mouth, brushing his lips softly against the top of her knuckles.

“I’m going to show you that you deserve good things. I promise,” he mumbles against her skin, turning and kissing the delicate underside of her wrist too, the promise of so much more implied.

She looks at him in awe, and he’s proud to have rendered her speechless. He lets her hand fall from his as he slowly backs up and turns to the door. Just as he’s about to walk out, he turns back around at the last minute.

She’s still standing there, staring at the place he once stood.

“And Agent Johnson,” he starts, waiting for her to look up and meet his eyes. “I’d really like to kiss you on the lips and remember it, if that’s something you might be amenable to one day.”

He knows he’s playing dirty, but he loves the way her whole face goes red, realization that he’d heard their conversation dawning on her face.

“I think I can be amenable to that.”

“Good. I’ll go get some of that rest now.”

He turns on his heel, and can’t help the light whistle he blows as he moves to his room, closing the door behind him. For the first time since he woke up on the Zephyr, he feels like he’s got something to look forward to.

***

Over the next few weeks, he does just that. He reminds her of what it is like to have a partner, to have someone to lean on. He picks her up after every fall, and he stands by her side in every fight. And it isn’t like the almost simple, repeated tasks of the time loop. It’s the heavy, habitual pattern of everyday life, and the constant fear of the unknown. He is steady through it all.

They fall into like...into friendship...and then an instant anticipation of more. Secret glances and whispered conversations between missions. They can feel the hum of something big just underneath the surface. Daisy knew that as soon as the fighting stopped and the team could take a break, they would collide with each other like two trains on the same track. They were never supposed to cross paths, but someone, God, the universe...maybe time itself, switched their paths. Somehow, he’s everything she didn’t know she needed, and more.

Their time of respite comes. They’re in a new future, one that’s unknown to them both, and their team, but the Lighthouse is still there. For better or worse, it’s their home for now. The team disperses, each of them seeking out long hot showers, comfort food, and the welcoming arms of someone they love. Daniel finds her combing through her wet hair, water droplets clinging to her skin.

“We did it.”

“You did it,” he replies immediately.

But as kind and generous as that is to say, she knows she wouldn’t be here without him.

“No, we did it.”

He silently acquiesces with a nod.

She stands up, tugging the thin robe she had put on after her shower more tightly around her. She pivots to place her brush on the outdated, built-in 70’s dresser.

She can feel the air shift, and she’s only a little surprised to find him right in front of her when she turns back around.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You feeling okay? You hurt much?” he asks, always concerned, his eyes raking over her body.

“No. Just a little tired," she assures him.

“Good,” he replies, like she placed the last puzzle piece or connected the last dot.

She is surprised when he grasps her waist and pulls her flush against him. Without hesitation, their mouths meet, and it’s so much better than her memory of the time loop. He’s giving so much to the kiss, exposing himself down to the bones.

“I made you a promise.”

He lifts her wrist up and starts a slow ascent up her arm, sliding the sleeve of her robe up as his mouth picks up where he left off weeks ago.

“I’d like to follow through on that now, if it’s okay with you.”

She can barely nod as he gently pulls the knot loose that’s holding her robe closed. He doesn’t pull it off, he doesn’t look, he just places a warm hand on her bare stomach, and then moves his lips to her cheek.

Her eyes sting under his careful touch. She’s never been touched like this.

Where there was once an impassioned frenzy, now there’s a languid tenderness. Exploration, experimentation. Admiration. Daisy can feel it all coming off of him in waves, all tactile devotion.

She needs this. She needs to feel loved, not for her power, or her fighting, but for her soft edges and fragile heart.

Suddenly his arms are wrapped around her tight, one hand protectively on her back, the other buried in her hair, cradling her head. She can’t help but sag against him, feeling the last vestiges of fight or flight leave her system, a heavy weight unburdening itself from her shoulders. Somehow, this hug is more intimate than anything she’s experienced. They stand there for a minute, soaking up the silence and peace.

And then she’s in the moment, and she can feel him pressed against her everywhere, strong and solid and safe. Static crackles over her skin as he dips his head to her neck. Everything but his touch disappears, and her robe drops to the floor.

He picks her up like he did in the barn, and they settle on the bed with her in his lap. His lips are back on hers, and his fingers are brushing down the side of her face, then her neck. She whimpers when they finally graze her breast, a gentle swirl over her nipple. He becomes reacquainted with her neck then, sucking and nipping while his fingers trace the sides of breast. He cups her whole, his hand encompassing her entirely. That long forgotten warmth draws down to her abdomen, and her inner walls clinch in anticipation.

“So beautiful,” she can hear him murmur into her neck while his hand continues to massage her rhythmically.

Weeks of want and anticipation since that first forgotten kiss has her desperate. The sudden shock of his affection wears off, leaving room for her to pull his face back up so she can kiss him properly. His responding moan delights her when she slips her tongue in his mouth. His gentle control waivers, and she’s rewarded with a slightly painful pinch to her hardened nipple. Her hips buck and her legs spread, begging for attention.

He’s still cradling her head as he leans back from the kiss to look into her face. It’s not her lack of clothing making her feel vulnerable, rather the intense stare he maintains as his hand finds its way to her parted legs. A strangled gasp leaves her at the first touch of his fingertips to her entrance. She can see his eyes dance around her face, watching every reaction to his exploration.

A digit gathers moisture, and circles her entrance. She can’t help but let her eyes slip closed as that finger disappears within her. He goes shallow at first as he maps her out.

“Daniel…” she hears herself whimper, and she’s not sure she’s ever heard herself sound like that before.

Her hand grips his forearm, nails digging in as she looks up at him in wonder and need.

“Whatever you need,” he quietly promises.

And she feels that burning sensation behind her eyes again. Her hand slides down to his.

“Don’t stop,” she instructs while gently pushing him deeper.

A tear escapes down her cheekbone as he starts to circle her deep inside.

Her right arm wraps around his waist while her left hand continues to cling to his, feeling him push in and out of her in steady, sure strokes. She holds him tightly and can’t help but arch up against his ministrations, which makes it easier for his head to tip down and latch onto a nipple. A light wave travels through her, and she knows she’s already getting close.

He must know it too, because his middle finger becomes more sure of itself as he curls it up. He pulls away from her breast, and kisses the tear away. He watches her as she starts to come undone, his thumb circling her clit, lighting her up in a whole new way.

She bites her lip, and her legs tense up waiting, and waiting for that drop. Her stomach quivers, along with a few things around the room. His finger works her over faster and harder.

“C’mon, come for me. Let go.”

Her stomach shakes and she gasps out a broken cry. Her walls flutter and collapse around him.

“That’s it...that’s it. Just like that,’ he encourages her.

She rides out her release in blissful fulfillment.

She should feel shy and embarrassed as she comes down from her high, but there’s no room for that when she meets his kind eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s smiling, wide and happy, and Daisy’s never been the girl to feel giddy and romantic, but she does.

He slowly withdraws from her, and she can feel her dampness on his hand as it trails back up her body. He lays her down finally, and kisses her softly, almost timid.

He props up on an elbow and looks down at her.

“Was that…” he tries to get out, clearing his throat.

“Was that good? Did you enjoy it?”

She can’t help the toothy, silly grin that splits her face, or the tired, satisfied stretch she lets out as she nods in affirmation.

“It was perfect.”

“I’m glad.”

He leans down and nuzzles her nose, peppering soft kisses across her face.

But then he’s getting up, pulling back the starchy sheets and blanket. Before she realizes it, he’s tucking her in, his hand brushing her hair out of her face.

“Hey...where are you going? I want to take care of you,” she whines while pulling on his arm.

He sits on the edge of the mattress and tangles their fingers together. He kisses them lightly while gazing down at her.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. In fact, I’d like to take you out on a date, remember?”

“But--”

“You should be resting.”

She’s not pleased with the turn of events, but even she can admit how heavy her eyelids are getting. She doesn’t want him to leave though. She’s selfishly wanted him back by her side, sleeping next to her, just like he did with the healing pod.

“Okay, but will you stay?” she asks. And maybe she bites her lip and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

She knows he’s caved, the minute he sighs and let’s his head drop down in a rueful grin.

“I knew you were going to be trouble, with a capital ‘T’.”

She laughs and excitedly slides over, pulling back the sheets for him. She feels a rush of pride when she sees him falter, staring at her still naked form. He blinks out of his daze and immediately pulls the basic t-shirt he’s wearing over his head.

It’s her turn gulp when he hands it to her.

“I’ll stay, but you gotta put that on,” he demands as he turns around.

“You are such a square,” she teases, but does as he says.

He turns back as she settles back into the bed.

“I’m going to go grab some water. Want some?”

So, so kind and generous.

“Yes, please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.”

She watches him go and relaxes. Fatigue settles into her bones. She must have drifted off, because she startles awake when she feels someone settle behind her on the mattress, the room dark and quiet.

“It’s just me,” he reassures her, and tugs her close against him.

She smiles into the darkness when he kisses her cheek.

“I’m going to thank you properly, Agent Sousa...for everything.”

“I look forward to it, Agent Johnson.”

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Ta Da!

Would anyone like a follow up with a first date?

(pssst...there’s probably going to be a smutty first date follow up)

#daisy johnson #daniel sousa #dousy #daisysous #daisy x daniel #my fic #agents of shield #aos #sousy #aos fic

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whoreforshaggyhairedboys · 6 years ago

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Sub!Cal pt.2

thanks to @c-sainthood @slimthiccal @singt0mecalum @letsfuckndance @aspiringwildfire and @calssunflower for encouraging me with this piece! this is part two of my Sub!Cal thingy, and i really hope yall enjoy it! Part 1: https://cal-pal-cuddles.tumblr.com/post/182625494829/yanno-what-i-find-amusing-sub-cal-but-like-yall When you finally pulled away, the angry purple spot looked harsh against his trembling body. You traced it with your fingertips before pushing down, hard, unexpectedly. Calum threw his head back into the pillow, begging for you to let him make you cum, that he wanted you to release first, but, “Holy shit ohmygod(y/n) I’m so close please!” The thought of Calum being so close already gave a dizzying feeling, almost as much as the thought of controlling when he finally crossed that edge. Rearranging to a comfortable position between his legs, you couldn't help but stare in awe of the gorgeous man in front of you. A flush was visible along his chest, gleaming with sweat and jerking with his panting breath. Starting to stroke your hands along the muscles of his thighs in an effort to calm him down, you started to speak. “Shh baby, I’ve got you. Gotta breathe.” He nods shakily, making an effort to pull himself back from the edge. “Stay just like that Cal. Gonna take good care of you.” you cooed, starting to move your hands higher up his thighs with each stroke. While you wanted nothing more than to wreck Cal, leaving him a sweaty and sticky mess, the first goal of the night was learning what drives him crazy. Slowly, you curled your hand around his erection, flicking your thumb over the tip as you focused on his reactions. Pumping your hand, he hissed in relief, bucking into your hand almost immediately and bringing a hand down to your hair. You frowned before pressing his hips back into the bed. “I thought you were gonna be my good boy, Calum? What happened to listening to me?” Whining in the back of his throat, he licked his lips before quietly answering, “I didn’t mean to, you just feel so good!” “Either stay put and listen, or I’ll make sure you do.” Calum’s eyes widened, and he quickly nodded his head in hopes of you putting your hands on him once more. Huffing out a quiet laugh, you started moving your hand again, with a flick of the thumb here or a twist of the wrist there; you wanted to see him unravel. Trailing your mouth along his golden skin, you made your way back to the bruise on his hip and started to press kisses on it. Picking up the pace, you could see his breathing becoming more shallow, the flush spreading further down his chest. Cal’s hips started to move slightly, but a quick nip to the already sensitive skin (which was meant to be a warning) changed that to a harsh stutter of his hips, tangling his fingers in your hair, as he came with a loud groan. You continued helped him ride out his orgasm, but when he started to whine from oversensitivity, a whithering look put a stop to that. You stood up, quickly grabbing a belt off the floor before climbing back onto the bed and resting yourself on his chest. Pulling his wrists together above his head, you quickly looped the belt through the headboard and around his hands, rendering them useless. Calum tugs at them experimentally, groaning when he realizes the efficacy of the bind. “Since you couldn't wait for me, you owe me a little favor. I’ve always wanted to feel your lips on me.” Calum’s eyes lit up at your statement, brows furrowing in a mix of desperation and determination. He groaned at the thought, quickly agreeing, “Gon’ make you feel s’good, please let me get you off. Fuck! I need to see you cum!” You tapped your fingers against his mouth, bitten lips opening immediately to wet the tips of your fingers. Moaning quietly at the promise of what was to come, you shuffled up his chest, stopping when your center was above his mouth. Impatiently, Calum mouthed at your inner thigh until you lowered yourself within his reach. His eyes closed in satisfaction as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly at it. Digging your fingers into his hair at the sensation only encouraged him, as he switched to lap at your entrance in search of your sweetness. He was overwhelming in the best way possible, groaning as if it were just as pleasurable for him. Nuzzling his head further into the apex of your thighs, as if he’d be happy to suffocate in his own piece of heaven. Calum worked with a devotion to your body, searching for the pattern that made you grasp his curls more tightly, the flick of his tongue that drove your hips to move against his mouth of their own accord. He wanted to be the reason you were shaking and sweaty, the thought quickly bringing the blood rushing south once more. The louder you got and the harder you tugged on his hair, the more worked up Calum became. Groaning against your soaking heat, he tugged at the belt, desperately wishing to touch you. He wanted to wrap his hands around your hips, guiding your rocking against his face; to sink his fingers deep into your velvety walls and draw out moans until you were shaking. He wanted to make you feel the same way you do him. With these thoughts running through his mind, and the loud praises spewing from your lips, he could feel the tightening in his gut. Amping up his effort, he started tracing his name on your little bundle of nerves. When you realized, you let out a loud moan, as filth started to fall from your lips. You knew you were getting close to the edge, but you needed to remind him of who was in charge. “‘Gon make me cum babe? Look so pretty with your head between my thighs. Treat me so well, can’t wait to ride your cock. Fill me up so good, wanna feel you so bad.” While your words had started off strong, by the end of the sentence, you were a moaning mess. Calum voiced his encouragement, making it that much easier to lose yourself, though his words were slurred by lust and buried in your arousal. “C’mon pretty girl. Need’ta see ya break. Wan’ taste you s’bad.” Just as you tipped over into that blissful oblivion, your nails raked down Calum’s chest, leaving marks in their wake. This was the last straw for calum, who had been in awe of the sight of you; your head thrown back in pleasure and pussy grinding into his mouth. Whining at the pain that was just on the right side of pleasure, along with your vulgar words, Calum came untouched. Bucking his hips into the air, his cock leaked sticky cum onto his stomach as pleasure coursed through his veins. Panting, you climbed off his chest, breath catching in your throat as you caught sight of Cal’s face. Red lips were shiny with you slick, eyes blown wide with lust and hair that screams sex. You grabbed a shirt to wipe off his stomach before resituating back on his lap, stretching yourself across his torso to mouth at his jawline. The salty taste of his skin, mixed with the heat of your bodies and the endorphins running through your systems gave an indescribable feeling. Dragging your lips from his jaw to his mouth, you groaned at the feeling of his lips against yours. Languidly kissing, the two of you shared secretive smiles and giddy laughs, basking in the glow of the moment. You could feel his solid muscle contracting as you moved together, the heat of your bodies starting to rise once more as your playful nipping became more frequent. Unconsciously, you shifted in his lap, the answering groan prompting you to acknowledge the increasing pressure against your entrance. Slowly starting to move your hips, Calum's hips rose to meet your thrusts. His tip scraped across your clit, causing you to increase your movements, the pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. As your hips clashed with each other’s, your wetness coated his cock, leaving both of you breathless at the feeling. Cal whined lowly, looking at you with eyes begging to do something. You quickly got the idea, rising up only to lower yourself on his cock. Your walls stretched to accommodate him, both of you hissing at the relief of finally being connected so intimately. Settling atop his thighs, you gasped that you needed a minute. Calum’s body was taut from trying not to move, but you could see his teeth worrying at his bottom lip. Slowly, you started to grind your hips against his. Feeling him so deep was almost like a drug, pressing into all the right spots, it was almost too much. You both needed more, and when you started to shift your hips, you were quick to set a brutal pace. The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room, your arousal making a crude noise that, along with the moans tumbling from your mouths, created a dirty symphony. Calum’s biceps were flexing against the hold of the belt, his frustration of not touching evident on his face. “Please baby, lemme touch ya. Been s’good for ya, need to hold ya lovie, ‘m beggin’ ya!” You moaned in agreement, stopping your movements just long enough to undo the clasp, Calum’s arms immediately ripping from their restraints to grab your hips. His hands dug into your skin as he helped you set a pace once more, this time with his hips snapping up to meet yours. The change was drastic as the knot in your stomach continued to tighten, and your nails found purchase on his broad shoulders. “Need ya t’ mark me up. Show everyone ‘m yours, wanna see it m’self.” Calum gasped out, sweat building around his temples as he brings one of his hands to rub at your clit. They’re uncoordinated circles, faltering even more as your nails make tracks across his back (he hopes they'll be visible for days. He was never a fan of shirts anyways, but if he has your marks, he refuses to cover them up.) You take over, grinding your hips against yours to keep him as deep as possible, bending to muffle your groans with a bite to his collarbone. “Come with me Cal, I wanna feel you. You wanna be good for me, don’t you? Fucking feel so good, ruined me for anyone else.” At this, Calum’s breath catches in his throat before a whine is choked out. His hips slam into yours before he releases. With his fingers still rubbing harsh circles on your clit, you fall over the edge right after him, both of you loudly moaning at the sensation. His hands move to your hips, helping you ride out your highs before wrapping around you and collapsing back against the mattress. Your chests heaving from the exertion, satisfaction radiating from the two of you. Calum slips out of you as you turn to face him, brushing a sweaty curl from his forehead. “I meant what i said, you know. Want you to be mine, wanna be yours.” You thought you had misheard him at first, but the shy smile told you otherwise. No words were needed as you confirmed that you wanted that too, as a slow kiss was exchanged. Pulling back, you rested your head on his chest, not quite ready to get up to clean up, when suddenly, you remembered, “So, painkink, huh? We’re gonna have some fun with that.” Blushing, he ducked his head as you laughed, already planning ways to use that information.

#calum hood smut #5sos smut #5sos imagine #calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #my writing

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