#Floyd Talbert smut

[bellewintersroe]

Easy Boys x Reader - Smut

Smutty smut - how the sex goes down after months of not being able to touch one another, 18+ content below the cut - like pure filth so be warned.

Babe Heffron:

“Babe.” You’d be grinding on top of him, the two of you attempting to keep quiet as you move your hips back and forth on top of him. You’d be red in the cheeks, the warmest you’d felt in months, completely naked in the small bedroom you’d escaped to in Haguenau. Babe would swallow harshly, hands digging into your hips as he focuses on not cumming so quickly but he’s so captivated by the way your body moves against his, the way your face is confronted in pleasure and the way your tits would bounce with every movement.

Your back would be arched and you’re feeling like you’re ready to hit your peak until somebody bangs harshly on the door. “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Babe would shoot up, pulling your body below his protectively, with a harsh shout of, “nothin’! Go away!” At first he’d be a little disgruntled that your first love making session after months would be interrupted. “You’re doin’ nothin’?!” One of the other men would call out, not sounding so sure and you’d make eye contact and begin giggling before shushing each other.

“Yeah, nothin’! Just fuck off!” He called out again before looking down to you and kissing you deeply. “Just make sure you wrap it, Babe!”

Ron Speirs:

Dirty, dirty, pent up tension sex in his office after waiting for so fucking long. He’d have you bent over his table, your hands gripping onto anything they could find as he’d hold you by the hips and thighs, pulling your body into his with every single thrust of his hips.

It would be the kind of sex where you can’t walk properly for days after, like it’s sinful but you have to say quiet. Ron has his tie wrapped around your mouth, gagging you as he mutters praises every now and then.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

“God, I love this pussy.”

Ron is such a dom, and the two of you would get soooo carried away with how rough and lustful the sex gets. When you’re laid back over his desk and he’s on top of you he doesn’t give two shits about swiping everything onto the floor. After, when both of you are dishevelled and relieved it takes a whole long time to tidy up the mess you both make.

Joe Liebgott:

The two of you are friends until things bubble over during the party in Eindhoven. One minute you’re talking about how the neither has got any for months and then next thing you know you’re making out as needy and desperate as anything. The underlying sexual tension finally bubbles over and Joe is groping at your titties as you lay back on the table in some random house and he fucks you stood up.

The two of you don’t really speak, but considering how loud the festivities and party goers are outside you can be as loud as you want resulting in some pretty noisy, energetic sex. I wouldn’t necessarily call it rough, but it’s quick, his thrusts are erratic and you’re bouncing like crazy on top of him. Joe’s super cautious however, like he’d deffo check several times that you’re sure, especially as you’re friends- you’d deffo forget to use a condom and after the sex it sure does make for some awkward meetings later on.

Gene Roe:

Listen, cos you’re a nurse and he’s a medic you probs get the opportunity to be together alot more than you would in any other position. But just because you’re together doesn’t mean you’re alone, you’ve both tried for months to get some time alone, behind the closed curtains in the aid station, outside behind a bombed out building- hell you’d even sought each other out in a foxhole sometimes.

But nothing went past making out and touching over the clothes, that was until now. You’d finally got back to England and the house he was billeted in was empty for the night meaning you two were left to it on a rickety single bed. Did either of you care? No. The two of you would spend hours exploring one another’s body’s again, kissing, biting, sucking. Gene would have his head between for legs for hours if he could, and when he’d on top, fucking into you he’s already warning you he can’t last for long. Poor Gene would probs finish so fast but he’d go for another round, huffing and puffing past how sensitive his cock was because he knows it makes you feel so good.

Joe Toye:

“Fucking finally.” He’d mutter as soon as he was inside of you. His hips would move slowly, exhaling as he throws his sling onto the aid station cot behind him. “Joe.” You’d warn quietly. It’s super late in the aid station, Joe’s messed his arm up and the only perk of being at the aid station is that he gets to see you. After a heated exchange you find an empty space and the two of you give into your temptations.

It’s slow and sensual, you both have to be extra fucking quiet but Joe’s kissing up and down your spine when he takes you from behind, muffling your breaths with his hand and spilling his cum all over your ass, feeling like he could bust all over again at the sight of his seed dripping over your sweet pussy.

“Just 10 more minutes, huh, sugar?”

Lewis Nixon:

After you both go through breakups towards the end of the war, neither of you have had sex for a good year. The two of you would be drunk and comforting one another and one thing leads to another and soon you’re writhing beneath him, moaning out ‘sir’ as he’s bucking into you. Ugh and it’s so good, so lustful and dirty, you both have so much pent up emotion that’s released during the sex and afterwards the two of you kinda look each other like, ‘holy fuck that was good, did we actually just do that?’

Lewis deffo shares a cigarette with you after.

Floyd Talbert:

“C’mere, doll.” He’d hush pulling you into some kind of shed, close enough to where everybody in the company were. He had you picked up, holding your thighs and ass up whilst he fucked you as quietly as possible. Neither of you cared about the impractical location, you were alone and Floyd was inside you. The two of you probably wouldn’t bother with a condom which ummm leads to a worrying few weeks after but it’s all chill.

Floyd would have you in every kinda position, on the floor, up against the wooden wall- only when the whole shed was shaking did he have to lay you down using his blazer as a barrier between you and the floor. Floyd would be all over you, squeezing, grabbing, kissing, even though it’s probably just a quickly he’d throw in a million different things, including foreplay just to touch all the bases.

[ithinkabouttzu]

hi tysm for making BoB content lmao I live for it

If you’re comfortable making nsfw content, could you write about what kinks/things in the bedroom the boys would be into?

What kinks they would have (Easy Co. )

genre: Smut; romance

warnings: Asphyxiation, blindfolds, impact play, size kink, hickeys, dirty talk, etc.

MDNI (18+ please)

Dick Winters: I definitely see him being into anything romantic, he’s more on the vanilla side but he definitely knows that he’s doing, holding hands while fucking you is his favorite thing, he’s big on eye contact too, it’s so raw and intimate and it just makes it so much more intense. He also likes being praised, he probably doesn’t even realize that he does like it but whenever you do it, it gets him sooo weak.

Lewis Nixon: He’s more rough in the bedroom, he’s a total slut for when you take control, riding him or just you initiating stuff is his favorite thing ever. He likes pulling your hair, slapping, all that nasty stuff revolving impact play, but he never tries to over do it, in reality he’s just turned on by you in general, he’s willing to do almost anything if you ask him too. He’s a major whore for you and he knows it.

Carwood Lipton: He’s so soft and sweet, he takes his time whenever he’s with you, he loves seeing you in any type of cute lacy underwear, also skirts and sundresses, anything that can show your panties are his favorite. He just loves anything romantic with you, setting some candles and putting rose pedals all over the bed is a perfect start to a good evening.

Joe Toye: He’s so passionate no matter what. He’s into choking, not in the way where you can’t breathe at all, but he really enjoys just wrapping his big hand around your small neck, I also think he has some sort of size kink, he loves comparing your hands to his and he just loves the height difference between you two. He def likes power play too, seeing you under him helpless and he definitely loves being in control.

Joe Liebgott : Very romantic, constantly kissing you and keeping his hands on you, LOVES your tits too like omg it’s his fav thing ever, He’s very passionate too, leaving hickeys all over you. I think he would really like dirty talk, Like if you tried talking him through it, he’d probably cum so fast. He’s really into anything, whatever turns you on, turns him on too. Deep, passionate fucking is his absolute favorite, it doesn’t really matter where or anything after that.

Bill Guarnere : He’s into anything and everything. He likes being dominate and being rough though, throwing you around and fucking you as hard as he can. He likes dirty talk, whispering all kinds of dirty shit in your ear while you just take it. He has a rare sweet side in him too though, every once in a while he likes to switch things up, he’ll make the setting romantic and do absolutely anything you want, while being as soft as he possible can.

George Luz : I feel like he’s really into just watching you, all the facial expressions you make when he’s fucking you, the way you look when your horny, it’s his absolute favorite. After he does something, he always looks at you for your approval in your facial expressions. He’s also a big fan of dirty talk, when you say anything remotely dirty to him he gets turned on so quick it’s not even funny. He also love loves when you play with his hair omgggg.

Bull Randleman : He really likes it when you’re touchy, like rubbing your hand up and down his chest, or grabbing him by his jaw when your kissing him omg it gets him so flustered. Also it’s kind of random but he really likes it when you scratch or rub his back, like a sweet massage always turns into something more with him, feeling your soft small hands on him gets him all riled up. In any situation where you take control he likes too, it’s nice just sitting back and letting you take the reins every once and a while.

Eugene Roe: He really likes when you praise him in the bedroom, it just makes it so much more special when he feels appreciated. Like you telling him how handsome he is or how good he’s making you feel will always make him weak. I also think he’s a real sucker for eye contact, staring into your eyes while you come undone under him is a magical sight to see. It’s so much more intimate and special and he feels so close to you afterwards.

Floyd Talbert: He likes everything, this guy is a whore at heart, he love short dresses and tight shirts, quickies in the bathroom, sneaking around to fuck, hair pulling, leaving scratches all over his back from the night before, it’s all his favorite. He absolutely loves when you go cowgirl on him, riding him at full speed with the amazing sight of your tits in his face, he also loves when you leave hickies all over his body. He’s up for almost anything, all the time.

Skip Muck: He likes to keep it fun, I think he might like some type of voyeurism, watching you enjoy yourself or vise versa, he doesn’t like getting too serious, so maybe role play here and there to just spice it up every once and awhile. He’s pretty open on trying things if you’re into it too. His favorite which is kinda random, but it’s sneaking out to go fuck. whether it’s out on a picnic or somewhere more secluded, the fear of being caught always gives him a thrill.

Don Malarkey: He’s a service dom for sureee. He’s into being intimate with you, being close as possible to you while still giving you the pleasure you deserve. The thing that really turns him on is just seeing you turned on, you are his absolute fantasy come true, so when it comes to the bedroom, he doesn’t care what it is, as long as you like it he’s willing to do it. When you kiss his neck he becomes completely yours though, willing to do anything you ask him to.

Babe Heffron: Contrary to popular belief I think he’s probably more on the amateur side of things, so I think he would be into usual stuff, he likes doing anything that brings fun to the table, if it’s a little risky then he’s down to do it with you for sure. Quickies when no one’s around, and constantly leaving hickies and bruises all over you so that everyone can see them. He finds it super attractive everytime you wear something slightly suggestive, like it gets him weak sooo quick.

Shifty Powers: He’s so romantic with you, he’s just into you you’re his kink or his turn on, literally anything you do will make his heart flutter and he can’t help but feel some type of way when you do literally anything. He’s so into needy, unplanned sex, like the random kind where you guys both need each other so much that nothing else matters.

Frank Perconte: Likes anything that is passionate, he likes the power play stuff too, blindfolds or tying you up is something that he’s always down to try, I also think he’s a slut for a nice pair of lingerie, like if you come around him wearing any sort of lacy panties then it’s over for you LOL, he’s really romantic though, taking his time with your body and finding all of the right things that make you feel good is a priority for him.

Sorry if this isn’t so good, but thank you so much for your request, lovely! If you enjoyed make sure to like or reblog :)����

[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

Kinktober - Floyd Talbert + car sex

A/N: this is an attempt at combining two requests - floyd, skinny and r threesome, and floyd + car sex. It didn’t quite work out like that, so skinny is a spectator instead of active participant

Warnings: smut, obviously. P in v sex. A tiny bit of begging. Public sex. Voyeurism (skinny catches you and stays to watch)

Tab had quite the reputation in Easy Company as a ladies’ man. Although he’d been a one woman man since he first kissed you during the liberation of Eindhoven, old habits die hard: the first thing he decided to do once he’d stolen a Nazi car was to fuck you in it.

“Ready sweetheart?” he smirked, fully aware of the answer.

“Yes,” you mewled, squirming on Tab’s lap in the front seat of the fancy vehicle.

“What’s the magic word, doll?”

“Please, Floyd, I need you.” Your begging did the trick, and he sheathed himself inside you, pulling you down onto him so you were seated on him fully straight away.

Eyebrows lifted in question, he waited a moment before you nodded. Tab then gripped your hips, lifting you off him and slamming you back down. His shirt tightened around his biceps with the exertion, and beads of sweat began appearing on his forehead as he put all his energy into thoroughly ruining you.

“So good. Feels so good,” you babbled as Tab fucked all coherent thought from your mind. You could feel him deep inside you, each thrust hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl in your shoes.

His eyes were glued to the spot where you were connected, the sight of him fucking in and out of your core making his dick twitch inside you.

The smell of sex wafted through the car, as did the loud slap of your ass repeatedly slamming down onto Tab’s thighs. The most erotic thing, though, was Tab’s face. His gaze moved up to meet yours, the lust darkening his eyes until his pupils and his irises were indistinguishable from each other. His head rolled back, falling against the seat’s headrest with a loud thump, and he swallowed hard as keens and curses fell from your lips.

You grew even louder as he began to thrust his hips up to meet yours in earnest, determined to make you cum before he completely gave in to his own pleasure.

“Shit, always so good. You’re always so good for me,” he moaned as your hand came down to rub frantically at your clit. “Greatest goddamn pussy I ever had.” He continued to mumble about how good you were making him feel and you were so close to the precipice when his movements slowed to almost a halt.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You thought he just wanted to hear you begging a little more before he let you cum.

But no.

Following Floyd’s gaze, you turned your head to look out of the car’s windshield only to see Skinny standing there, looking like an animal that was seconds away from being roadkill. It wasn’t difficult to notice his very obvious erection that he didn’t seem concerned about trying to hide. He just smiled, shrugged and turned to walk away.

“Want me to tell him to watch while I finish ruining you, princess?” Tab’s lips ghosted the back of your neck. You moaned and he could feel a surge of wetness coating his dick - all the confirmation he needed that you’d be into that. Rolling down the window, Tab shouted out “Enjoy the show, Sisk.”

Not bothering to roll the window up, his hands found purchase on your hips again, his thrusts more frantic than before. You could feel Skinny’s eyes boring into you, and the thought that someone was there, watching you get fucked by Tab was pushing you ever closer to the edge.

“Don’t be shy, let Skinny hear how good my cock makes you feel.” Tab grinned as he felt your walls squeeze his dick. You obeyed him, crying out as he continued to fuck in and out of you like it was the last time he’d ever feel your pussy.

You couldn’t even summon the words to warn him as your orgasm washed over you, back arched, toes curled and jaw quite literally dropped. The force of it rendered you unable to comprehend what Tab seemed to be saying to you, the cotton wool feeling in your ears adding to your sense of otherworldliness. You spasmed around him, the squeeze on his cock making him spurt his seed into the condom.

As you came back down to earth, Tab’s panting filled your ears, his chest heaving.

“Jeez,” he laughed, leaning forward slightly so that his forehead was pressed against yours. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, followed by pecks all across your face, determined to make you giggle.

You turned, trying to see if Skinny was still there.

“I think he went to jerk off,” Tab laughed. You felt slightly embarrassed at the thought that Skinny had seen you in such a compromising position, but since said position had also given you one of the most mind blowing orgasms you’d ever had, you decided it didn’t really matter much.

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[televisionboy]

Anti-Gentleman

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The first time you saw Floyd Talbert, you nearly dropped the two bags of groceries you were cradling in your arms like babies.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor, forgetting to be a gentleman and pick up the fruit that had spilled in your bag during this process. Not that anybody could call Floyd a gentleman anyways.

“You’re gonna catch flies. Close your mouth, gentleman” you muttered, picking the dropped oranges and lemons off the ground and setting the bags on the ground so you could look for your keys.

His mouth shifted into a smirk “Aren’t you a charmer” leaning against the wall slightly, watching you struggle to find your keys in your purse was just pure amusement. “What are you doing here, Floyd”

“Walk of shame”

“I guess I’m stupid for not jumping immediately to that conclusion” finally finding the apartment key, you rolled your eyes and opened it. Shoving the bags into the corridor and turning around slowly. “You’re usually the one kicking girls out, I’m surprised that this girl you probably forced to sleep with kicked you out”

A smirk slowly etched its way on to Floyd’s face and he crossed his arms, his body leaning against the door frame of his one night stands apartment. “I’m a gentleman now, did you not pick up on it already?” His all too familiar teasing tone that you thought you escaped lit a fire deep inside of you.

“Fuck you, Talbert”

The door slammed so loud it could have woken up people on the floor above you.

The second time you ran into Floyd was when a storm had happened the next Saturday night. Needing to use somebody’s phone, you went into the first apartment building you could find and knocked on a door. Fairy lights adorned the top of the door, flowers at the entrance. It looked like someone nice lived there, oh how wrong you had been.

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in. Seems like the universe really wants us to he together, huh?”

You had to pinch your skin to resist from rolling your eyes, taking a deep breath and sucking up to Floyd so you could ring your date. “Look, I just need to call someone and I knocked on the nicest apartment door. D’you mind if I use your phone?”

His eyes followed you as you walked in to the apartment, looking around, it was nothing special. A brown couch, white side table, two photos on the wall and a few on the mantle, barely anything was on the kitchen counter. You nearly felt at home with his odd design styles.

Dialing Greg’s number was a little nerve racking, Floyd was right behind you attempting to grind coffee beans, making your phone call helpless. “Hey! Turns out I’m not going to make dinner after all. It’s raining cats and dogs outside.. but I can still make it over tomorrow morning. We’ll make it a breakfast date then?”

Murmurs of oh fuck and piece of shit oven made you roll your eyes and hang up the phone. Pushing Floyd to the side and insisting of making him coffee so he’d shut up. “Don’t want your apartment getting burned down, then you’d be showing up at my doorstep all the time”

And there he sat drinking his coffee like a smug son of a bitch. He really hadn’t done anything wrong since he came back in your life, things between the both of you were strong even when he was at war. Until he wrote you that he wanted to break up, that he had fucked other women, that you needed to move on.

How dare he.

To say you were over it would be a complete lie. It haunted you at night, he was a solid building block of who you were.

“I missed you” he softly said, it wasn’t cocky, it wasn’t a joke. He was genuine and it pissed you off.

“You just miss the idea of me. The idea of having a girlfriend so you can reject any ugly girl who hits on you” it was unfair, but it was what he deserved.

“Why do you hate me so much, Y/N?” His mug was empty, yours was full. He sat there concerned and you stood in the kitchen angry. His apartment was small and depressing. Yours was vibrant and welcoming. Everything about him, every move he made, every decision he had done made you rage.

“Because fuck you, that’s why. You left me for some European women to fuck for one night. I loved you and committed to you for 4 years. And for what? For you to cross having sex with German women off your bucket list? I’m here making coffee for my ex fiancée, missing a date, trying to get over you and you ask why.”

You really don’t know why you hadn’t left by now. Maybe it was fear, maybe you wanted him to see how you were doing. But more importantly, the monster ate at the bottom of your stomach. Reminding you that you never responded to that letter. You didn’t say anything, you had even continued to dust the photos of the two of you, continued to wear the engagement ring, continued to talk to his mom and sister. It haunted you how in denial you had been.

But you had long since decided that living well was the best revenge.

“I don’t love you anymore. Maybe in another life we’ll meet again and it will be different. But I’ve since found peace, and it’s something you can never take away. Thank you”

So you gave him a side hug, and settled on seeing him in another life

[brassknucklespeirs]

Nᴏ Sʜᴀᴍᴇ [Jᴏsᴇᴘʜ Lɪᴇʙɢᴏᴛᴛ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: Angst and smut with a smidge of fluff

Warning: Smut (18+), general HBO war warnings so language, pretty bad family upbringings (haha mommy and daddy issues am i right?), reader does walk all over Joe ngl but she’s learning, if you read between the lines then talks of using sex as a coping mechanism, borderline cheating? idk

Prompt: Requested by @softguarnere​ “No Shame (also by 5SOS because I'm obsessed) with Liebgott?”

A/N: I’m real sorry this isn’t edited or even proof read yet so bare with me, just wanted to post the damn thing cause it’s driving me insane. Isn’t quite as good as i wanted it to be so it’s got me going mad

This is based from the lyrics of ‘No Shame’ by 5 Seconds of Summer but i have cut some of the lines that i couldn’t work with so be aware, the song is not complete. This is the first attempt at me using song lyrics as prompts so please enjoy. 

Angel, with the gun in your hand,

pointing my direction, giving me affection

Joe had been taken immediately by the new female replacement that walked through the pub door that night, a look of awe crossing his face as she sauntered in, flashing a smug smirk at all of the men who watched her with shock. Most of them had met the woman prior to her appearance at their usual drinking spot in Aldbourne but most had not wrapped their heads around it all, especially when the military grade skirt distracted them from processing anything. 

Y/N wandered slowly over to a table that sat Guarnere, Toye and Babe after grabbing a drink from the bar, jumping into a conversation with them immediately after pushing herself under Babe’s arm. The two were close after training together for so long, their friendship staying sound after their combined placement into Easy company. Babe had made quick friends with Bill Guarnere and with that came the acceptance of the woman into the man’s good books before she had even been fully introduced to him. Joe Toye had been hesitant about Y/N but took to her quickly after watching her smack the attitude out of a private from Fox company who had spoken down to her, the two clicked instantly after that. 

The group of mix and match soldiers at the table grew as the night went on, men coming and going to converse with her as she accepted drink after drink, mostly thanks to George Luz and Floyd Talbert. The original four of them sat together laughing like old friends reunited, with Babe blushing while under the scrutiny of Bill when asked why he friend-zoned such a darling dame such as Y/N. The woman in question smirked into her drink while watching him glance at her for help before deciding to tease the poor boy.

“Why did you decide to do that Babe? Damn near broke my heart.” He shot her a pointed look after she said it, giving her a gentle squeeze to the waist.

“You’re a piece of work.” He muttered to her.

It was between these comments being passed around that she had caught a pair of eyes watching her from the corner of the bar, with his companion, Skinny Sisk, failing to turn his eyes away from the woman no matter how much he tried to. She turned away, taking another sip of her drink, once again hiding her smirk before she made direct eye contact with Toye, who licked his tongue over his lips while he sent her a sly smile. She squinted her eyes at hi teasingly to which he just raised an eyebrow in question. The woman shrugged, taking another quick glance over to see Liebgott was still watching her in interest. Toye and Y/N silent conversation went unnoticed by the others, who were too busy seeing Babe turn more red by the second as Bill hounded him with vulgar questions.

The night continued on like this for a while, and aside from the dance or two that Y/N shared with Luz, the woman barely left her seat, so engrossed in the atmosphere she was enjoying. The rush of alcohol hadn’t taken over her completely but it certainly made her feel good as she chatted happily to the men before her. It was in that moment that she’d been talking animatedly to Tab that she saw Liebgott over the man’s shoulder. She nodded her head as if she was listening to the Kokomo boy when really her focus had been on the man behind him. Their gazes met for a moment, enough time for her to send a smirk his way before he slipped out the door. The woman turned back to Tab before politely excusing herself for some ‘fresh air’. 

The cool english air hit the exposed skin on her neck as soon as she left the comfort of the bar causing a shiver to trail her spine. It was mostly dark outside aside from a flicker of flame that came from beside her, her eyes curiously turning to the figure she knew was there.

“Are you going to continue watching me for the rest of the night or will you be finding the balls to come and talk to me?” Y/N spoke so confidently, yet the darkness shrouded the smirk that fell on the man’s lips in that moment.

“Trust me darlin’, I ain’t needing to find no balls. I haven’t lost ‘em you see. You can even check if you want?” The woman let out a quiet snort which led to Joe letting out an amused huff.

“That was bad.” She replied, stepping towards him while lighting her own cigarette. The man inhaled while nodding his head, sticking the unoccupied hand in his pocket.

“Yeah it certainly wasn’t my best.” He said with a chuckle. She smiled at him then, no longer a sly smirk but more an amused curl of her lips.

“Give me another one then.” The man looked as pensive as he could before a yawn suddenly escaped his mouth, the hand holding his cigarette moving to cover it. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, amused by what she thought was his lack of focus on her.

“Tired already? Or is my presence boring you?” She teased.

“Nah, it’s not you doll-face. You see I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, can’t sleep by myself you see. Maybe you could sleep with me?” Joe said before looking up at her, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her consensus.

“Ah, you had me there for a minute.”

“Was it better though?” He pushed, bumping his hip into hers while she took a drag of her smoke.

“Eh, it wasn’t the worst I’ve heard.”

“Damn, the lady has high standards.”

“No, not high standards, just lots of experience.” Y/N said with a unbothered shrug.

“Maybe you’d like to share some experience with me?”

“That one was a little better.” She said while laughing, causing the man to look at her with his own genuine smile.

“I’ll be here all night.” He exclaimed, giving a small bow for effect.

“Or you could be in my bed all night?” She threw his way, her lips pursed to withhold her smirk.

“Oh, we have a competition here?” His smirk widened across his face as he pulled the cigarette away from his face, dropping it to the ground to smoulder.

“As I said, lots of experience.” She replied, a smirk rivalling his growing over her lips. Joe shook his head in amusement before moving to stand directly before her, his warm breath making her cold cheeks tingle. 

“Well doll-face, me and you are definitely gonna get along.” He flashed her a wink before stepping towards the door of the pub once more. He turned to glance at her over his shoulder as he realised she hadn’t moved from her spot. “Coming?” 

Love is fatal, 

won't you give it a chance?

Y/N clutched the letter between tense fingers, her nails slowly tearing into the paper as a sneer made it’s way to her blue lips. Another day, another letter from her mother, and another from her father. Seperate letters from seperate people yet holding almost identical messages. There was no questions of how she was, where she was, what she’d been up to. She was great by the way, freezing her ass off in a blizzard of a forest with the constant blasts of artillery blowing the trees to smithereens, thanks for asking. Hell, she would have been happier to recount every gruesome and traumatising kill she’d made since dropping into the war in intense detail than have to reply to them regarding their problems. 

Your mother did this again; I wish i’d never met him; She’s getting on my last fucking nerve; He’s the worst man i’ve ever met; She’s lucky I go away so often on business trips; Business trips my ass, he’s still cheating so i’ll be sure to do the same; Nasty piece of work she is; He’s lucky his money is more attractive than he is.

An aching pain enveloped her chest, causing her to bite into her lip to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill from her eyes. She could never understand it, why a child should have to listen to the immaturities of their parents who were in no means compatible, it wasn’t like she’d asked for them to birth her in a bid to save their already abysmal marriage. Fat lot that did anyway. She was the kid for fuck sake, so why must she be the one that has to baby them. 

Her parents had always been like this; jealous, spiteful, childish people. Once she had believed it had been her fault, maybe her appearance on the family tree had caused a rift between them. Now she knew that wasn’t the case, especially after the history lessons from extended family members that they’d always been like that, they were just heedless to one another; always had been, always would be. The question had been asked so many times, whispers in the dark of why they even bothered to stay if it wasn’t working. There were two reason for this, one from each side and sadly neither being her. Her mother was a beautiful woman, covered in beautiful garments, driving beautiful cars, seen at only the most beautiful of places; beautifully expensive. Her father was a successful man, with a successful job, a successful marriage and a successful reputation; a successful lie. Her mother was greedy, money hungry and spiteful while her father was envious, power hungry and short tempered. The money was enough for her mother to stay and the dazzling reputation with the chance to be dominant was enough for her father. 

Now don’t go getting her wrong, her parents weren’t bad people, mostly. They both had many redeeming qualities, ones that seemed to shine through in their daughter, however, the bad qualities just happened to be seen more commonly from her point of view. They did love her underneath all of that malice. She often asked how she, herself, could be so selfish as to think her life was hard when they’d given her a home, all the clothes and trinkets she’d asked for, and paid for an expensive private school. Some may have looked at this with raised eyebrows and questioned whether that was for her or for their reputation, however, Y/N would continue to turn a blind eye, refusing to tarnish the views she had of her parents more than they already do themselves. They’d given her everything she’d ever asked for except for one thing; a loving family. They gave her a home but it was broken, spoilt her with things but they were meaningless, given her an education many would kill for but it was pointless. They were selfish, and they always would be. They may have loved her but they loved themselves more. 

Y/N had woken up to this now, no longer pulling a cover over her eyes in hopes she could keep the good parts of her parents and ignoring the bad. Now, she had her own feeling of malice. Her upper lip twitched as she let the anger take over, grasping at the top of the paper with both hands and tearing it down the middle. She continued to rip the letter until it was just tiny pieces in her palms, letting it blow away with the wind that swept past her with a huff of resentment. She’d gone so long pretending things were okay in hopes they would be eventually, but she had grown up now, seeing death and war and hatred on a scale she never thought she’d ever have to. Growing up wasn’t a choice here, it was a requirement; just another condition of war.

“Can practically see the steam coming outta your ears, must be a hot mess up in that head of yours.” Came a voice from behind her, a pair of boots coming to a halt at the edge of the dug in pit.

“You know me Joey, just fighting the enemies in my brain the same as I do in the field.” She teased with a smirk, trying to throw him off asking further as to her sudden burst of rage. He rolled his eyes at her, knowing her enough to know what she was doing, dropping down into the frozen foxhole beside her and pulling her into his side. Her eyes stayed on the line, yet her rifle lowered as she let herself slip under his arm for a bit of warmth and comfort.

“What’s eatin’ yah doll?” He muttered into her hair, her eyes unseeing to the way he looked down at her with such adoration.

“The less you know the better.” She hadn’t meant the comment in anyway against him, quite the opposite actually yet the words seemed to sting like salt in a wound. A part of her was trying to protect him from the absolute chaos of her broken family, but all he could hear was a woman in refusal of his care. He ran his tongue across his teeth, holding himself back from snarking something at her like he usually would to anyone else. The problem was that she wanted him to say something, anything to ease her aching chest, however both seemed to be met with disappointment. They’d continued to sit there together, pressed against one another for just a little bit of heat while they both found themselves lost in their own thoughts; her about her fucked up family and him about the woman snuggled against his side.

Center of attention,

don't you ask me any questions

The fight in Foy had been rough and though it had rewarded them with the show of a new CO in Captain Speirs, it had also taken from them several casualties, one of which was Y/N. It hadn’t been a big deal compared to others but the ricochet wound to the shoulder and bullet graze to the neck had the woman cursing the most colourful words as she shoved herself to the wall of a building, away from sight of the sniper.

The aid station had been worse than the pain of her wounds. The cries of dying men calling from their mothers, the squelching of blood as nurses were stuck up to their elbows in someone’s torso to pinch an artery, and the mumbled prayers to God to save the men who were honestly already too far gone made up a harmonious symphony of pain and suffering. A sour taste invaded Y/N’s mouth as she sat there getting her wounds wrapped, her eyes travelling over as many of the men around her as she could before settling on the nurse in front of her. She was beautiful, and aside from the dirt, grime and blood that covered certain parts of her skin and uniform, the woman had looked like an angel sent from the heavens. Y/N had watched her closely as she worked on mending her injured shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she’d winced in pain. She had imagined the feeling of this woman being her mother, caring, tentative, gentle, throwing her own mind into a world completely made up to ease the pain that plagued her mind. 

Y/N returned to her company the three days later after an argument with the same nurse she’d watched with awe. She fought with her words rather than her rifle but fight she did to be let go from the aid station, using the point that if she was able to stand, move, and grasp at things without difficulty and only a little pain than she was simply a wasted body taking up a bed needed for someone else. The nurse had pursed her lips with an angry huff and shake of her head before storming off, letting the woman walk off with a smirk on her face. That was more like the actions of the mother she knew.

She looked on as the trucks pulled up in the distance before her, a smile rising to her lips as she caught sight of her platoon jumping from them. She spotted Joe and Babe chatting to one another and sighed in relief about her best two boys being safe before jumping from the jeep that had pulled up behind the line of four wheelers. The urge to run to the two men had filled her but she held herself back and focussed on her mission to find Winters or Speirs and inform them of her inevitable return. 

The woman made her way into the building that had been pointed out to her to be headquarters, her feet stomping against the wood to rid herself of the icy snow that caked itself to her boots as she entered. Three familiar faces were present in the room she walked into, as well as one unfamiliar one. 

“Lip, I told you those cigarettes were going to catch up to you.” Y/N teased as she witnessed the man hack up the mucus from his lungs, moving to him to gently pat his back and run her fingers through his slightly damp hair. He smiled up at the woman, pulling her onto the couch beside his legs to keep her down.

“Very funny Y/N. Now what the hell are you doing back here? You should be at the aid station.” He replied, his voice tired and husky. She shrugged her shoulders, wincing as she forgot about the stitched wound on one before tucking Lip in with the blanket Luz had just placed over the man’s body.

“Nurses said I had to come back and look after my boys before they lost it without me. Though in all honesty, George looks like he’s taken the mantle of ultimate mother hen in our absences.” The man in question raised his hand with a smile from the small kitchenette attached to the room where he had been making Lip a coffee.

“Just making sure you didn’t have a bigger mess to come back to Y/N.”

“How very thoughtful of you sweetheart.” She flashed him a cheeky grin before her eyes moved to the two other figures in the room, her expression dropping slowly.

“Hey Web, long time, no see.” The man nodded at her while replying with a greeting of hello, his eyes looking towards the Lieutenant who stood abnormally upright in the corner, her gaze following. The officer had already been staring at the woman in a well-hidden look of shock or awe, she didn’t know. A small smirk overtook her lips as she eyed him up and down, standing slowly with a hand outstretched.

“You must be the new lieutenant, pleased to meet you Sir.” She almost purred, trying to rile up the fresh meat for a little bit of entertainment. He seemed to stand even straighter as he took her hand, shaking firmly while discreetly trying to figure the woman out with his eyes. He went to open his mouth to reply only for their CO to saunter in, his gaze finding her immediately. Speirs sighed, stopping before her.

“You just can’t stay away can you.”

“You can take the woman out of the war but can’t take the war out of the woman Sir.” He shook his head with the faintest of smirks before nodding towards the door.

“Head back to second, i’m sure they’ll be happy to have you back.”

“Yes Sir.” She said with one final salute before heading towards the door, but not without a last smirk at the new kid, who watched her until she had completely disappeared. Lipton and Luz made eye contact, both with looks of amusement, with Speirs glancing at the two before following their moving gazes to the man. A smirk drew to his lips as he clicked to his eyes following the woman, opening his mouth to voice his thoughts.

“She will eat you up and spit you back out lieutenant. Best not to go there.”

The woman had made it to second platoon’s housing without an issue, ignoring the sound of explosions that weren’t close enough to disrupt her. Following the voices she could hear, she trailed up the stairs, wandering into the room with one shoulder pulled back slightly more than the other as she tried to square them off with confidence. A quiet snort left her nose as she listened to some of the men in a playful argument about who knows what before stepping towards them, unnoticed.

“Ladies, ladies, you’re all pretty, now stop arguing.” She exclaimed causing all the men to turn to her, smiles tugging to their lips as they moved towards her, each with something different to say.

“AYE, she’s back from the dead.”

“How was your vacation sunshine?”

“Looks like you forgot to rest up during your stay at the day spa.”

The woman chuckled at their words before she was cut short by someone tugging her into their arms, careful of her injuries. She inhaled his scent immediately, relaxing under his arm yet her eyes were held squinted over his shoulder at the men behind quietly snickering to themselves. She sent them all a warning with her gaze while he pulled away from her, her expression changing to a dazzling smile as soon as he could see her face once more.

“You miss me Joey?” 

“Piss off doll-face, you know I did.” He replied with a snarky tone but the smile on the corner of his lips said otherwise about his mood. She just looked back at him with a sly tilt of her lips that could rival even his infamous smirk.

“I certainly do.”

Go on and light me like a cigarette,

even if it might be something you regret,

you got me now, now, now,

swallow me down, down, down, down

The new officer had been in Liebgott’s bad books as soon as he’d wandered up the stairs behind Webster. His constantly straying gaze would find the only woman in the room a little too often for Joe’s liking, leading him to hold a unwavering sneer on his face for the rest of the day. His bad mood had impacted everyone, except Y/N of course, with his snarky comments and biting looks giving them a heads up to not push him any further. This lieutenant, however, did not know the solider enough to be able to read the expression of aggravation upon his face. 

Y/N had picked up on the pair of eyes that watched her, a tell tale sign being the smirk that barely left her lips, this sending an even deeper feeling of resentment through Joe’s body. There hadn’t been any meaning behind her previous look at the new kid, it was more of a sizing up of what she had to work with. She had simply been playing a game, no harm done, aside from the fact that there had, in fact, been some harm done. 

Joe had trudged back up the stairs after being dismissed from the patrol across the river in favour of Webster, his mood boosted just the slightest. Y/N had been propped up on a bed upstairs, book in hand as she had been ordered to rest by the extremely persistent Doc Roe. She jumped when Joe threw himself down beside her, so engrossed in the words on the page before her to realise he’d arrived.

“Hey Joey, what’re you doing back here so soon? Thought they needed you for prep for tonight’s patrol?” The man laid his chin on the woman’s shoulder as she asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to understand the words splayed in the book before him.

“Hm? Oh they don’t need me anymore. Looks like you don’t get any ‘me time’ after all. Yah stuck with me for the night.”

“Oh how very disappointing.” She teased. He let out a huff as he side-eyed her over her shoulder. The woman’s mind reeled as she pretended to read her book, her thoughts of the man beside her clearly being pissed at the new kid, and all the reasons that could be for. She made up her mind in that moment, her eyes squinted as she chose her words carefully. 

“I would have loved to spend some one on one time with the greenie in all honesty. That’s a shame.” She tested teasingly, but Joe’s eyes had turned dark immediately, his lips twitching to hold back the sneer that threatened to come back.

“Oh yeah? What’s so interesting about him anyway?”

“Hm, well he’s an officer, a man with power is pretty attractive. He’s got such dreamy eyes too, he really has me blushing any time i catch him staring. And oh my goodness he’s clean and doesn’t smell like shit like the rest of you sorry sods.” The man’s face slowly relaxed as he realised she had been playing with him, rolling his eyes before giving her a gentle shove to her uninjured shoulder.

“You’re such a little tease.” He muttered as he looked down at the woman who’d let her body fall to the bed dramatically as if he’d pushed her much harder. She turned her eyes to him as he made the comment, the slyest of smirks slinking to her lips.

“You haven’t seen nothing yet Joey.” His eyebrows raised at this while discreetly gulping down words he would love to say to her in that moment. His mind tried desperately to capture the imagine of the woman in front of him, her hair splayed out around her like a halo, a cheeky smile pulled to her lips. She watched him carefully, trying to gauge where his head was at as she seemed to lose him for a minute or two. “Joey? Come back to me honey.” She said while sitting up, her face close to his as her eyes wandered his face. He blinked several times, clearing away the haze of his thoughts only to realise how close she had gotten to him. 

Her breath had hitched slightly while their eyes stayed locked, both with pupils blown. He leant down so suddenly to capture her lips that she barely had a chance to react when he pulled away again, his eyes asking if this was okay. She was the one to initiate the second kiss, her hands moving to grasp at his neck to pull him to her, their lips meeting harshly. They lay there for a minute, melting together in their own little world. She had stopped herself short then, her bottom lip grazing his when she pulled back as they stared at each other with wild eyes. I am so going to regret this.

I only light up when cameras are flashing,

never enough and no satisfaction

got no shame,

I love the way you're screaming my name

The room felt significantly warmer than she was used to as she let out another breathy sigh. Her skin was slightly damp, hair sticking to her forehead while she withered under his touch. His fingers had gripped so tightly at her hips that bruises were sure to form, holding her to the bed as she so desperately tried to grind herself forwards to where his head had been tucked in between her thighs. He worshipped the woman, praying to her on his knees like she was a god, her moaning becoming more frequent and higher in pitch as he did.

“JOE!” She screamed his name as she reached her peak, a sharp inhale sounding as her back arched, ignoring the slight pain that she could feel in her shoulder while it pressed into the bed as it added more to the sensations she was feeling. She threw her head back against the mattress, her eyes screwing shut in pure bliss. He had smirked from his place still between her legs while watching her wriggle under his grasp, a proud look on his features. A woman like her deserved only the best, so his best is what he gave her. 

Y/N came down from her high slowly, her breath becoming more regular before her eyes finally opened again. She had glanced down to him just in time to see him wipe his thumb across his lips before taking it in his mouth, sucking it clean. Her stomach clenched hungrily before she leant forward to grab him by the front of his neck, tugging him to her lips. Neither were gentle with each other as their tongues fought harshly against one another. Joe had groaned at the thought of her tasting herself on his lips as his own hand came to grab at her throat. Her naked body lay below the man, the only thing between them being the pair of pants that he had yet to take off himself. Her hands had crept slowly down his body before one slipped under the waistband of the fabric keeping them apart, his breath catching in his throat as she took ahold of him. 

Joe hadn’t been patient, and as soon as her hand had come in contact with him, he had jumped back, ripping the clothes from his body before pressing back against her, completely nude. Y/N moaned as his hardened cock had come in contact with her core, quiet begging leaving her mouth shortly after. The man smirked down at her, his eyes softening at the beauty that was this woman, her pretty pink lips pleading for him to take her. She reached up again, wanting the feeling of his lips on hers once more while her legs moved to wrap around his hips, opening herself up to him fully. They had let out simultaneous moans, and Joe a following curse, as he eased his way into her, hands moving to cup at her breasts, squeezing like his life depended on it. His head came down to rest on her collarbone, her hands moving to the hair on the back of his neck as they sat for a moment, both getting use to the feeling of each other.

“Look so pretty underneath me doll. Taking me so well.” He managed to mutter into her shoulder as he began to thrust carefully, using her face as a gauge of how hard he could push. A curse left her lips, followed shortly by a moan, her mouth hanging open in pleasure causing Joe’s eyes to roll back into his head as he bit at her uninjured shoulder. 

The room echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing and his hips meeting hers as he became relentless, pushing in and out of her with so much power it was almost on the verge of pain. She had relished in the feeling though, her fingernails running down his back harshly as she tried to pull him as close as possible. 

“Fuck Joey.” Y/N mumbled into his ear, his lips pulling to a smirk as his name left her lips so lustfully. 

“Say it again Y/N.”

“Hm?” Was all she could say as it mixed with a moan.

“I want you to say my name again. Scream it.” He said with a particularly harsh thrust, her breath catching in her throat half way through her inhale. A whine left her lips as she proceeded to do as she was told, letting his name tumble from her mouth in between senseless moans as she found herself growing closer and closer to her high. He groaned greedily at the sound, while savouring the feeling of her beginning to clench around him. His hand came to rest back over her throat as he lowered his face to her, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “Such a good girl for me.” He whispered against her mouth to which she just replied with a whimper and a soft bite to his lower lip. He smiled down at her as he pulled away, his thumb moving from her jugular to her lower lip. 

They had both passed the point of sweaty as the air around them hung with moisture. Joe had felt it as she neared her peak, her body clenching so deliciously around his cock as he continued to pound into her. He whispered to her for her to cum for him while his unoccupied hand moved to rub at her clit. His head had thrown back at the same time as her as he felt a shudder ripple through her body accompanied by a loud scream of his name as she had before. His hips had stuttered while he felt her come undone for him, as he too reached his high, pulling out to release on her breasts. 

Y/N had been the first to come down from her high as she opened her eyes to see Joe fallen beside her, breathing heavily. She had reached over to the floor, picking up the dirty tshirt she had replaced that day with a new uniform, and using it to wipe down her chest. She placed herself back down beside the man as he came back to earth, his eyes turning to meet hers. 

“You, Joey, are one hell of a man.” They smiled at each other before a giggle left her lips as he grabbed her, pulling her to his chest.

“Only for you doll.” He’d mumbled and if she hadn’t have already been so tired from their previous activities, she might have let herself be worried about the sentiment that came with that comment but instead decided to ignore the weird feeling in her stomach. They lay there for several hours, naked bodies pressed to one another as they basked in the feeling of warmth and satisfaction. Joe had watched her as she fell asleep, her head tucked away in his neck while her breath tickled his chest. He had pressed a delicate kiss to her head as he felt himself beginning to slip away; oh how she had caught this man in her web.

Diggin' my grave to get a reaction

changing my face and calling it fashion

got no shame,

I love the way you're screaming my name

Second platoon were finally given some form of respite for a fleeting moment when they arrived to Germany as the trucks drove along the road to their new location. Joe and Y/N sat pressed against one another, exchanging amused small talk and making fun of Webster who sat on the opposite side of the man. The man in question rolled his eyes dramatically before turning to Perconte beside him and muttering a frustrated ‘there’s fucking two of them’, to which they traded similar smirks of entertainment. 

It was when Joe begun talking to Webster about home that Y/N felt herself shrivel up into herself, dismay making a home under her skin. She tried her best to listen while pushing to suppress the feelings that welled up inside her, yet her ears seemed to subconsciously pick up on a piece of conversation leaving Joe’s mouth.

“-then i’m gonna buy a house, a big house, for all the little Liebgott’s we’re gonna be making.” Her stomach seemed to twist with something she couldn’t quite understand at that comment, a strange sense of envy of someone who was but an idea in Joe’s current life. She racked her mind for reasons as to why she was so uneasy, flashes of her parents coming to mind. Memories of the jealousy fuelled fights emerged in front of her, painting a saddening story of two people who shouldn’t be together, thus sending a spike of worry to snake its way to her heart.

He glanced at her after the words left his mouth yet she seemed completely oblivious and stuck in her own head, an action not missed by Webster as he lowered his head to smirk at the two. Joe’s look of longing had quickly turned to a look of concern as he watched her brows crease in confusion and a flicker of something sad seemed to dull her eyes for a moment. An idea made its way to his head while a smile suddenly rose to Joe’s lips as he reached out, proceeding to grab her gently by the waist, his fingers wiggling. A surprised screech left her lips as the tickling sensation began, her mind leaving its tunnel visioned scene to pull her harshly back to reality. She swatted at his hands but he was relentless as laughter filled the air from the both of them, though hers had been forced from her in the cruelest of ways.

“JOE!” Y/N yelped through choked laughter as his fingers dug into her sides, her body jerking to get away from the man and his tickling hands. She pushed herself away from him, trying to jump across the truck towards Luz only to be pulled once again into his arms. More laughter came from her lips as tears began to fall from her eyes, her sides aching from how much she had been giggling. “JOE! HA! STOP! I’M CRYING.” The sound of the man in question chuckled in amusement, causing most of the men to look at the two with sly smirks while others, like Webster, rolled their eyes with expressions of frustration, hiding the delight they had from the two’s laughter. He called to them, causing them to pull away from one another as he asked for a timeout. Joe sent one last poke into the woman’s side before pulling himself back to his seat, his eyes never leaving her figure. She glanced at him with squinted eyes, recovering her breathing slowly while sending a swift smack to the side of his head. Joe laughed as his head turned from her for second before he came right back, his eyes glistening with an unspoken mirth.

“You are a pain in the ass.” Y/N mumbled, crossing her arms in front of her with a pout while looking away from the man. 

“Awh, don’t be like that doll.” He replied, sending a gentle poke to her cheek. Joe continued this to the point of annoyance when she finally threw her hand up to smack his hand away with a hiss. He laughed again, causing a warm feeling to swell in her chest, the smallest of smiles tugging on her lips as she tried desperately to stay looking mad. He caught the look, regardless of her attempt to cover it, his arm throwing itself over her shoulder before pulling her to his chest, exclaiming a loud ‘mwah’ as he pressed a kiss to her hair. “You fucking love me, don’t deny it.” He meant it as a tease, yet the immediate seizing up of her muscles and the shoot of discomfort in her stomach showed she’d caught more in the words. A sense of bitterness crept up in her spine at the sentiment, yet her body fought with her mind to let his arm stay where it was. Don’t tell me not to deny it, because I will.

Lay me in the palm of your hand,

I'll give you my permission,

you'll always be forgiven

Austria was beautiful; the scenery, the peace and quiet, but most importantly to the men was the women. The trucks had pulled in that day, driving past several local women who stood smiling brightly, as if the sun was projecting light from their glowing faces. Y/N felt the discomfort settle even deeper in her stomach, much stronger than it had earlier on the trucks, her mind throwing insults at her, comparing their fresh faces and softly flowing hair to her constantly grimy cheeks and lost cause of a hairdo. The feeling only grew as she watched Joe holler loudly at them as the other men were, a sly smirk on his lips. 

The woman was almost at a breaking point, the confusion, frustration, jealousy, dismay, and sadness constantly setting such an unknown and uncomfortable feeling in her body. And yet, it was the added confusion, joy, comfort, pleasure, and warmth that made her feel even worse, like fuel thrown over wood to start a fire; and Joe Liebgott was the fucking match.

Joe’s head had whipped around to make a snarky comment at the woman but he stopped short seeing the look that covered her features. He watched her for a minute, taking note of the tension in her jaw, the way it clenched and relaxed every few seconds, as well as the way her teeth chewed on her bottom lip. The smallest of smiles accompanied with a the common look of adoration covered the man’s face again as his eyes never left the plumpness of her lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She muttered lowly, Joe’s brows creasing in confusion at the statement. She had glanced at him while he was lost in his own world, admiring the way she looked while thinking, and recognised the way he was gazing at her all starry eyed. It scared her, feeling like an unnecessary punch to the gut.

“Look at you like what?” He asked, his eyes swimming with concern and confusion yet an undertone of pure adoration flickered the longer he stared at her. She clenched her fists by her side, trying to ease the tension she felt building in her as she swallowed the need to just grab him by the shoulders and yell at him to stop.

“Like that.” She replied after a gulp, her head nodding towards him as she did.

“I’m just looking at you Y/N. I’m confused.”

Go on, replace me,

when you're craving something sweeter

than the words I left in your mouth,

go on and spit me out

The local Austrian bar half the company found themselves in that afternoon while off duty was a warm comfort unlike any place they’d seen in recent months. The liquor flowed plentifully down the throats of many of the joyful men that sat talking to one another, their eyes following the figures of several women who had come to say they’d been smiled at by the American soldiers. Y/N perched herself on a stool beside Grant, and previously Floyd who had left them to flirt with a local girl, as they chatted animatedly while sharing a pint, smiles never leaving their faces. 

Y/N’s gaze fell over the environment with a look of curiosity at the idea of the oncoming peace that swept over everyone before it had even arrived. Her eyes  strayed several times to the man seated by Skinny and Webster by the window, painting a similar scene of enjoyment as her and Grant had found themselves. This was something the man beside her picked up on as he snorted into her beer in amusement, pulling her eyes to him. She screwed up her face in confusion at his behaviour before taking a sip of her own drink.

“Do tell what’s got you giggling Grant?”

“I just think it funny, you and Liebgott.” The man said, flicking his gaze between the two of them.

“What do you mean ‘you and Liebgott’? Me and Liebgott what?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows drawing further towards one another, her forehead creasing with frown lines.

“You guys...together. It’s an interesting pairing.” 

“Together? The fuck does that mean?”

"You guys being together...as a couple?" Grant looked confused and borderline uncomfortable at this point, unsure where the conversation was going and why the woman was reacting as she was.

"What? You nuts?" She all but screeched, a few heads turning before looking away quickly after receiving a sneering glare from the woman who was growing more stressed by the second.

"What? So you're not?" 

"How long-how long you been thinking this?" 

"I don’t know, I overheard Luz saying to Perconte bout how he’s talked about it with most of the other guys, just kinda assumed..." Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach for some reason at this revelation, panic setting into her bones as she scrounged up some kind of escape plan. Her fight or flight seemed to flare up almost as much as it would while in the field, her breath increasing in growing worry. This is what she wanted...was it?

“Everyone...thinks Joe and I are together...more than friends?” She muttered to herself, her brain running thoughts through her head at speed, like a bullet from a chamber until it could hit the centre of a target. Her spine straightened suddenly, giving Grant the slightest of frights as his eyes continued to watch her movements as she stood quickly. Her feet took a step forward towards Floyd who stood leaning against a wall, smiling down at a woman who seemed to be fluttering her lashes at him. He spun around in a flash as Y/N had shouted his name, heads turning to look at her from all angles of the bar. He barely had a chance to mutter a word before she pulled his face to hers, planting a firm kiss to his lips. Her panic drove her to madness as she clutched at the idea of anything to calm her frightened nerves. Floyd hummed in shock for a moment before melting to the woman’s lips, his hands moving to grasp her waist almost aggressively. The two had stood wrapped up in each other even after they’d heard the harsh slam of the bar door, until eventually a voice called to her gently. 

Y/N was reluctant to pull away as she savoured the feeling of another’s lips on hers, the taste of cigarettes and beer inhaling her fully for a split second from the reality of things. She pulled away at another call of her name, recognising the voice to be Babe, Floyd’s eyes asking so many questions as she stared at him for a moment. He let worry take over him as she saw the almost distraught look on her face, her mind running so fast that she couldn’t distinguish any of her emotions from each other; and god was it driving her mad.

Y/N barely glanced at Babe or anyone else for that matter as she stumbled backwards and sprinted out of the bar back to her room, only taking notice of the absence of one man. Babe looked at where she disappeared from for a moment before making eye contact with an equally confused Floyd whoo simply shrugged his shoulders in defeat. The man sighed before shaking his head, inevitably knowing she wanted him to follow her as he took off in a run out the door.

Y/N let out a loud sigh as she wandered down the hallway to her room, Babe close on her heels as he tried to talk to her to calm the frustrated woman. She felt his presence yet heard nothing that came from his lips as her mind swallowed itself whole, throwing her into a swirling pool of ‘what ifs’ and ‘why the fucks’. More flashes of her parents came to her, hard and so goddamn fast that she almost felt dizzy; a technicolour of jealousy, spite, pain, misery. It ate at her, and she wanted nothing more than for it to just stop. She just wanted to feel anything but this; anything. They approached the door quickly as the woman let out a huff, throwing the door open and taking a step inside. She turned towards the man with her, her hand resting on the edge of the door, holding it open for him while he hesitated to step in.

“You coming in or you just going to stand there like an idiot?”

“Is this really a good idea, I mean, isn’t Joe already upset enough.”

“That isn’t my problem, he knows we’re nothing more than friends just like I am with you. You didn’t get jealous when I kissed Tab so why should he have the right to?” She all but spat, growing impatient as she tried to ignore every other feeling in her brain, guilt from her harsh words about Joe now added on top of that. The young man sighed when he realised nothing he was going to say was going to change her mind, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as if asking God for forgiveness in advance. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you Y/N.” He replied, looking back at her as she stepped towards him, grasping at his tie and tugging him to her.

“Stop talking and fuck me already Babe.”

There hadn’t been any talking from that point on aside from the occasional mumble of slurred curses from Babe as she grabbed at him, allowing her to have her way with him in a way he shouldn’t have. The two of them had always been so carefree about their little arrangement, just another plus of their close friendship and nothing more, but as he took her how he always had he felt the guilt build up in his stomach. Joe had become one of his closest friends bar the woman who was currently withering in ecstasy underneath him and the feeling ate him alive as much as he tried not to think about it. Babe had been the one Joe had confined in about Y/N and his feelings towards him and yet here he was, groaning in pleasure as he touched the woman in ways good friends should not. 

Y/N was in a similar state of confusion and guilt. Her mind ran a thousand miles an hour as she tried to suppress the urge to compare the two men she had been rolling around the sheets with, yet it had constantly come back to the man who had plagued her thoughts for weeks in ways he shouldn’t. Her confusion stemmed from the emotion that bubbled in her chest at the idea of the day she’d had, the green-eyed monster that had stirred in her at the sight of the pretty, blonde Austrian girl so close to someone who wasn’t hers. All this flew through her head as she lay beneath the body of another and it infuriated her. Why? Why was she so caught up on the man? Why was he any different to the men she’d been with before and why was she so wrapped up in the idea of him?

Y/N and Babe spent the rest of the afternoon pressed against one another’s bodies, both trying to gulp down the torturous feelings of guilt that nagged at them. When the man pulled his clothes back on slowly, his eyes wandered to the figure still lying on the bed, her chin resting on her hand with a far away look on her face. He pursed his lips, wondering if he should bring up Joe and continue their previous argument but had decided against it, finishing lacing his boots up before walking towards the door. His back faced her, his hand resting on the doorknob as he paused for a moment. Running his tongue over his top teeth, he glanced back one more time, staring at the woman who hadn’t moved since he’d stood to get dressed before shaking his head and ripping the door open. Y/N didn’t even look towards the door as he shut it, her lip pulling between her teeth as she tried to fight the feelings of disgust and guilt she had towards herself. Babe took two steps away from her door fixing his hair and straightening his clothes before he looked up from his shoes. His eyes found their place on a figure standing at the end of the hall, hands clenched into fists and nostrils flaring in rage. Joe shook his head while letting out a chuckle of disappointment, an unamused smirk pulling to his lips before turning and storming off down the stairs, leaving Babe standing wide eyed and deflated.

I only light up when cameras are flashing,

never enough and no satisfaction

Y/N had been feeling the weight of her emotions beginning to tip dangerously far to one side of the scale, her mind ready to explode at the addition of any extra stress. Joe had yet to speak to the woman in a few days, so it was to everyones shock and surprise that he had been the first to jump at the chance to defend her honour. In the state of chaos, Y/N followed the man outside to talk to him as he rushed out the door of the bar, her mouth opening to yell as soon as she left the warm of the indoors.

“Why the fuck did you do that Joe? He was twice your size.” She yelled after him, her feeting picking up the pace to reach him. Joe spun around immediately, his face still red from rage.

“You should have heard the things he said about you Y/N. What else was I supposed to do?” He countered, fists clenched at his side. 

“You don’t need to defend me like that for fucks sake, i’m not a child.” She replied harshly, feeling the scales tip as the emotions begun to slid off the uneven surface and escape her mouth. Joe let out a huff, an unamused smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair, tugging the ends harshly.

“Nothing I do ever seems to be enough for you.” He spat, surprising her as he’d never spoken to her with such a tone.

“Wh-what?” She stuttered out quietly. He just stood still, staring directly at her without an answer. Her frustration grew as everything started to implode on itself. “What do you want from me?” 

“What do I want from you? I’ve given you fucking everything, Y/N. Everything I have, everything I am, I’ve given it to you.” Joe said with his voice raising higher in volume with every word he spoke.

“I never asked you to do that for me Joe. I’m not fucking yours so stop acting like I am.” Y/N replied, pointing at herself as she did. The man let out a yell of frustration to the sky before taking several steps closer to her.

“LOVING YOU HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH POSSESSING YOU! I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME BACK.” He screamed at her, a visible vein popping along his forehead at the tension he held in his body. He stopped short at her taken aback look, his body loosening slightly while his eyes seemed to begin to swim with tears. “Just-just a little bit of your love, that’s all I want. Fuck Y/N, i’d continue to let you walk all over me, be with these other guys no matter how much it fucking hurts just for the sake of being able to see that there’s a little space on your heart with my name written on it.” He all but whispered the last part to her while watching her face so intently for a reaction. The woman didn’t know what to say, her mouth only opening and closing like a fish out of water as she pondered his words. “Forget it. This was a mistake and I really can’t do it anymore.”

Y/N thought she had been forcing herself to bleed so he wouldn’t have to, yet it had been him taking a knife to the heart, and even a few to the back, the whole time while she stood with her hand clutching the handle. She’d told herself to stay away from him when he started getting too close, played around with other guys in hopes he would leave before he’d have to see the ugly side she hid away. She’d gotten jealous about someone who was yet to be in Joe’s life yet kissed Tab in front of everyone to prove a point she wasn’t even sure she needed to make, continued to sleep with Babe even after he’d brought up that it wasn’t a good idea. She’d done all of it in hopes that he would lose the adoration in his eyes when he looked at her so she wouldn’t get the chance to act like the abysmal role models of ‘love’ that were her parents; and yet that is exactly what she did. 

She knew in that moment she should let him go, for the both of them, yet something inside of her seemed to jump out and take ahold of the reigns, pushing her body to throw a hand out to grab his shoulder.

“No, no Joe please. I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay, please stay.” Her eyes were swimming with tears at this point, much like the set of eyes that turned to looked back at her. He shook his head, screwing his face up as a single tear fell along his cheek. 

“Just another thing you want in spite of how others are feeling, huh Y/N?”

He walked away from her with hast, another hidden tear slipping down his cheek while he got lost in his own thoughts. The problem with a woman like Y/N is that he knew he would continue to love her, even if it had to be from afar.

Got no shame,

I love the way you're screaming my name

“JOE! PLEASE!” Y/N screamed after him as she felt the sudden burst of emotion flowing out of her, taking long strides to grab at him again. He threw his arm out of her grasp, spinning around to tell her to piss off but stopped short with a gulp. The broken look on her face is something he hadn’t seen on her before; pain and sadness, happiness and joy, anger and malice all yes but never such a shattered look. A sob left her throat as she looked up at him, her fingers gripping at the sleeves of her shirt out of anxious habit. “Please, stay. Listen, that’s all I’m asking. If you still wanna walk away after that then I’ll-I’ll let you go, please. I can’t let you leave without trying.” She stuttered out, causing Joe to nod his slowly, taking his tongue between his teeth to stop him from biting back. “I can’t take back the shit i’ve done no matter how much I wish I could, but i’m trying my best to do better and I’m starting with this.” She continued before taking a deep breath. She recounted it all, the lies, the cheating, jealousy, spite, pain, grief, loneliness, greed, confusion, loss, solitude; all of it. Joe listened to it, taking it in as well as he could as she told him of her parents, her childhood and how she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing half the time but how she didn’t have any choice but to learn. His heart ached for the woman he loved and the emotion she was expressing to him, watched as every single thing she’d been holding in for so long was finally slipping from her eyes and down her face. He fell in love with her again, all over again, as he saw her now, raw and vulnerable, his Y/N. 

“If-if i could be a different person, could have lived a different life, trust me, I would have. I’ve never had good role models, never been shown how to love people without being greedy and hateful. I’ve only ever known how to take the good from people and spit them back out when I’m done with them. I’m-i’m still learning how to not be that person, but I am, I promise. I just-I just need someone to show me how.” Y/N said, several tears running down her cheeks as she did. Joe let his hand move to run his thumb over them to clear the salty liquid from her face, not liking the way she looked so lost.

“I was kinda hoping it would be you. If you’d have me.” She whispered to him, looking up at him almost sheepishly to see the smile that was slowly moving to his lips. 

“I thought you’d never ask. Cause god knows you’ve had me since day one.” He reached out in that moment, taking a hold of her waist before dipping down to meet her lips with his. They stood wrapped in one another arms for a few minutes, giving in to the feelings, giving in to each other. They pulled away from one another for a moment, their eyes never leaving each other as she muttered the next words, her lips ghosting over his.

“Take it. Take all of it. I don’t want the heart beating in my chest if your name isn’t written all over it.” 

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Cast your mutuals as Easy Company >:)

Ooh, thank you Anon!! This is gonna be so fun!!

(I have a lot of mutuals so the cast list will be under the cut for the sake of convenience!)

(Also, I'm so sorry in advance if I forgot anybody!! My PTSD has really fucked up my memory so this was just off the top of my head💀)

In No Particular Order:

♥ Dick Winters ~ @iambasilgnome You are the most dedicated & on-top-of-things person I know & if anyone has the makings of our fearless leader, it'd be you! Not to mention, Dick is soooo much funnier than we give him credit for! (Was this also an excuse to write your URL? Yes, yes it was. 😆)

♥ Lewis Nixon ~ @lieutenant-speirs Snarky, self-destructive king fighting his demons & forging lifelong bonds of friendship along the way! Speaks for itself 🤌🏼

♥ Bill Guarnere~ @latibvles The chaos is unparalleled & you never fail to make everyone laugh but also, like Bill, you are extremely talented at what you do & great at bringing people together!! Also those specifically Northern vibes 🤌🏼

♥ Eugene Roe ~ @softguarnere You are the sweetest, most caring soul who is always there to lend a supportive ear & a helping hand, but you also won't hesitate to speak up when necessary!

♥ Babe Heffron ~ @mccall-muffin You are always so full of positivity & are absolutely hilarious! So full of love & loyalty, you make everyone feel like they're your best friend!

♥ Carwood Lipton ~ @holdingforgeneralhugs You are so warm & kind & such a vital part of the fandom but you consistently underestimate your own contributions!

♥ Ronald Speirs ~ @brassknucklespeirs You come off as intimidating at first but when you begin to open up, we get to see the heart of gold underneath!

♥ Don Malarkey ~ @indigo-luvers You're both talkative & sensitive, working through trauma, natural leaders who needs to take care of themself too!! It just made sense to me

♥ Skip Muck~ @bellewintersroe The natural choice as you're both exuberant, upbeat, & generous to a fault with a fantastic sense of humor!

♥ Skinny Sisk ~ @chaosklutz Dude was literally chaos incarnate & I respect that about both him & you for that 🤣🤌🏼

♥ Buck Compton ~ @hxad-ovxr-hxart You both attract friends super easily but also have a tendency to get drained bc you're a sensitive soul who cares a lot about what goes on around them!

♥ Shifty Powers ~ @aerokriegs So kindhearted & far too modest when it comes to your abilities!

♥ Smokey Gordon ~ @sleepisforcowards Both of y'all are sweet, funny, & extraordinarily creative! The vibes are immaculate tbh

♥ George Luz ~ @parajumpboots Literally so many fantastic memes cross my dash because of you, pls consider this my thank-you note 😆

♥ Harry Welsh ~ @wwhatev3r You are so kindhearted, down-to-earth & dedicated to those you care about but you're also absolutely Hilarious, primarily in a sarcastic way!

♥ David Webster ~ @vibing-away Literally so nice & I feel like you definitely have at least one (1) cool shark fact!

♥ Ralph Spina ~ @ourmiraclealigner So apparently Spina was only a Private when he became one of the medics so like you, dude had A LOT on his plate but still managed to make it all work somehow!

♥ Floyd Talbert ~ @auroralightsthesky Floyd is not only a sweetheart and super friendly but also a smut king & an animal lover so I see it!!🤌🏼

♥ Frank Perconte ~ @ax-elcfucker-blog Hilarious but also sweet, chaotic good vibes!!

♥ Johnny Martin ~ @rogue-durin-16 Literally such a cool person with a unique sense of humor! Too cool!

♥ Alton More ~ @multifandomlover01 You seem super cool & really nice but alas, I am Shy-ish & keep forgetting to introduce myself 💀

♥ Pat Christenson ~ @cody-helix02 You're both very artistically-gifted and creative; idk, I just see it!

Thank you so much for the Ask, Anon!! 💖

[rossmccallsqueen]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

(I don’t know what happened to my old post so here’s this)

Hello my loves! Make sure you read this before requesting plssss 💕

If my requests are open, it will say so in my bio. If they are closed, it will also say so! If my requests are closed, pls wait until they are open again to submit a request.

Please send requests through my ask box ONLY. This is the way for me to have an official record of them and they won’t get lost in my messages.

I write smut (I have smut queen in my bio for a reason lol). If I post something smut, you need to be 18+ to read it. I am not responsible for what you consume and will not be held liable.

If you are under 18, you are NOT allowed to request smut. If there is no age in your bio, then I am going to assume you are under 18 and will not write the request.

I have the right to not do any request that I receive. This hasn’t really happened before, but if I can’t get the writing flowing for the request then I will message you privately to see if there’s something we can work out instead.

I’ve had chronic wrist problems for 8 years. I had surgery 7/6/2022 and it should be fixed now. However, with that being said my wrist still does hurt sometimes. I’m also in grad school, so It will take me time to get to your request. Don’t worry, I do have it and I will write it I just have issues 😂

I primarily write reader insert fics. Those are my specialty and most of what I’m comfortable writing.

Anyways, with that being said, here’s who I currently write for and the fandom they are from:

Band of Brothers:

Eugene Roe

Joe Toye

Joeseph Liebgott

Charles Grant

Carwood Lipton

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Donald Malarkey

Edward Shames

Edward “Babe” Heffron

Harry Welsh

Henry Jones

Denver “Bull” Randleman

Daryl C “Shifty” Powers

Floyd Talbert

John Martin

William “Bill” Guarnere

Frank Perconte

George Luz

Richard “Dick” Winters

Antonio C. Garcia

Harry F. Welsh

Edward J. Tipper Jr

Lester A. Hashey

The Pacific:

Charles “Chuck” Tatum

Eugene Sledge

John Basilone

Manuel “Manny” Rodriguez

Muriel “Snafu” Shelton

Robert Leckie

Romus “RV” Burgin

Sidney Phillips

Wilbur "Bud" "Runner" Conley

James Paul “JP” Jordan

Bill "Hoosier" Smith

Andrew "Ack Ack" Haldane

Undrafted:

Pat Murray

Arthur Barone

Fotch

Ty Delllamonica

Vinnie Malzhan

David Stein

John Garvey

Polacco

Dells

Zapata

Bohemian Rhapsody:

Joe Mazzello/John Deacon

Rami Malek

Gwilym Lee/Brian May

Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor

Lucy Boynton

Allen Leech

(For those with just actors names listed, I’m not comfortable writing for their characters. Unless it is Freddie platonically. I do not write for Mary for reasons. For ones with actors and characters I write for just their actor as well)

Queen (the band):

Roger Taylor

Freddie Mercury (only platonically)

Brian May

John Deacon

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Argyle

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

I do not write for any characters under the age of 18 in the show (even if their actor is 18+ if their character is not I do not write for them)

Marvel:

Steve/Captain America

Wanda/Scarlett Witch

Sam/Captain America

Bucky

Peter Parker/Spiderman (but only Andrew Garfield’s spiderman, as we see him graduate)

Moon Knight/Steven Grant/Mark/Jake

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Natasha/Black Widow

Yelena

Kate Bishop

Shang-Chi

If you don’t see any marvel character listed that you’d like just message me and I’ll add them!

Thank you for taking the time to request something from me and thinking of me to write it! I am honored to do so. Happy reading my friends!

[floralfloyd]

One-shots and Imagines Requests

Below is a list of all the people I write for but I’m always willing to give anything a try if you don’t see your favorite person on there. As for plots, I’m open to anything and will write any kind of plot idea minus smut. 

Band of Brothers

Floyd Talbert

George Luz

Dick Winters

Joe Liebgott

Babe Heffron

Lewis Nixon

Chuck Grant

Harry Welsh

Bill Guarnere

Ronald Spiers

Donald Malarkey

Carwood Lipton

 The Pacific

Robert Leckie

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith – willing to do Jacob Pitts too

Eugene Sledge

Sidney Philips

Andrew ‘Ack  Ack’ Haldane

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast 

Gwilym Lee - all characters including Brian May

Queen

Brian May 

John Deacon

Pink Floyd

David Gilmour 

Rick Wright

Nick Mason

[bellewintersroe]

Talbert x Reader x Liebgott threesome part 2

🩷🤍🩷I swear this is like TWO YEAR OVERDUE?! Hello? Anyway- here’s the LINK to the first part. Trigger warning: SMUT 18+, mentions of P in V, anal play, oral (giving and receiving), threeways, dirty talk, swearing, everything ok? Have fun 🩷🤍🩷

“Fuck-” I panted out, a throaty groan escaping my lips as Talbert wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling back on the make-shift ponytail as my body contorted in a position I don’t think I’d ever managed to achieve by myself before. The sensation of Talbert’s cock hitting deep inside me had my face tightly knotted, the bottom half loose as my jaw hung open, free for shamefully loud yells of pleasure to echo around the room.

“Good girl, take it.” Floyd growled, smacking his hips into my ass which was already red from all the spanks I’d endured. If Floyd practically fucking me like a piston from behind wasn’t good enough, Liebgott perched on the edge of the bed, holding my jaw, strained cock in his hand as he whispered sweet nothings to me, guiding me through getting fucked by another man. “You missed this, didn’t you?” Joe chuckled as I whimpered in response, nodding with a sob as I dropped my head into the comfort of his palm. He replaced his gentle touch with a light smack to my cheek, forcing my chin back up to look at him and press a harsh kiss to my lips. “You want me to fuck your mouth? Have you fucked from both ends?” Joe smirked, fist pumping up and down over his veiny cock. I couldn’t reply, unintelligible moans continuously flowed from my mouth, but I so desperately wanted to say yes, all I could do was nod frantically. “Give her a sec Tab, jheeze.” Joe laughed as Floyd exhaled through rounded lips from behind me, slowing his actions so I could properly speak again. My heart was pounding furiously, I was gripping onto the bed and Joe like my life depended on it, inhaling and exhaling at a frantic pace as I relaxed from the intense pleasure I’d been receiving.

“Just cos you get it all the time. It’s been months for us, hasn’t it babe?” Tab leaned forwards, kissing my cheek. “Uh huh.” I nodded, feeling him pull out as I remained on all fours, waiting for Joe to fill my mouth with his leaking cock.

“Yeah, I’m just lucky, aren’t I?” Joe’s gaze held against mine as I smiled back, nodding as he pressed a kiss to my lips. “You good?” He checked.

“So good.” I responded, finally watching him stand up and tease his cock against my lips. He tasted so good, I wanted to sink his cock down my throat, but I licked at the spilt pre-cum, up and down his shaft, over his sensitive tip as he let out a brief pant, attempting to search for a fist of hair to push me down.

“Dammit, why’re you tryna tease me now?” He smirked, endearingly stroking my jawline, pulling my mouth to open up as I giggled, allowing him into my mouth, sucking my cheeks around his large cock, hearing the throaty sigh of appreciation as I did.

I held onto either of the back of his thighs, bobbing my head up and down as I took him at a slow pace, careful not to push too far.

“She’s so good at that, isn’t she?” Tab commented. “She’s so good.” Joe agreed, his hand flattening on my head and guiding my movements as I opened my mouth, fucking his cock into my throat. I could appreciate the sounds Liebgott was making, not afraid to show his pleasure. Neither of the men were, fuck it turned me on so bad. My fingers trailed down to my throbbing clit, desperate to feel full again.

“Oh, you’ve got us to do that, baby.” Tab noticed, thank god. My fingers were quickly replaced with his mouth, lips and tongue moving against my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking. I was practically crying around Liebgott’s cock, the pleasure only stimulating me to go deeper faster. “Oh, fuck.” I wept, head falling back as I held Joe’s cock in my hand, Talbert’s mouth moved up further to my ass, tongue licking up and down between there and my leaking pussy. “Good girl.” Joe hushed, stroking my hair gently as I whined against his crotch, “you fucking love that, don’t you?” His fingers picked my chin back up, my eyes met his.

“I love it.” I whispered shyly, sticking my tongue out and taking him back in my mouth. Joe was massive on eye contact, so I made my best attempt to keep looking up at him when I sucked his cock. I was becoming so overwhelmed with the pleasure, I needed more, desperately.

“More, Tab. I need more.” I shuddered as he slid a hand down my back, finger teasing at my asshole. “Yeah? Like that?” He muttered as my breathing increased. Joe knelt down at the side of the bed, holding my face as he watched me react to Talbert’s antics.

“More.” I hushed, daring him further as I felt him push a finger into my hole. I’d only explored that with Liebgott twice before. My head lolled in ecstasy as he kissed over my quivering thighs, pushing his finger in and out slowly.

“Feels so good.” I whined, my hand wrapping around Joe’s. “You feel so good.” Floyd told me.

“Think you can take his cock at the same time?” Joe questioned, glancing up to the other man. “Yes.” I slumped forwards slightly, back arching causing Joe to groan at the view. “See, I told you she’s fucking good.” He told Tab, standing back up again and heading across the room to grab a drink.

“I know she is.” Talbert muttered, removing his finger as he knelt behind me. I rolled my hips, turning around to face him as he grabbed onto my shoulder. “Mh.” I complained, desperate to be full again as I pushed my hips back.

“Okay, babe.” He soothed, pinning his body over the top of mine to meet me half way for a kiss. I felt his cock sink deeper inside of me as he pushed me down so I was arched on the bed again. “Oh god.” I could feel my breathing already picking up as my eyes rolled back, cheek pressed to the mattress. Talbert began slowly rolling his hips against mine, giving me small thrusts as I simultaneously ground back against his cock. “That’s it.” He soothed. “Please.” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“Please.” I exhaled as he smirked, kissing my temple before picking my body up so I was on my knees, sinking his finger towards my asshole once again. Carefully, he pushed it inside, thrusts just enough to keep me in a hazy dream, his other arm wrapping around my waist to keep me up. “Shit, you feel so good.” I told him, turning my head to share another sloppy kiss. “Keep fucking me.” I whined. “M’ so fucking wet for you.” I hushed as he moaned into my hair. “You’ll make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

“M’ not yet.” I teased, running a hand down to my clit and began to rub at the aching area. Tab continued to play with both my holes until the tension became too much and he removed his hand, holding both my arms and fucking in me faster, harder. “Harder! Fuck!” I screeched, feeling my pleasure growing as Joe made his way over, dropping a bottle beside me and holding his cock in his hand, stroking as I watched back up to him. The bed frame was screeching against the floor, slamming against the wall and the sound of our pleasureful yells became louder and louder. When he hit a particularly deep spot, I let out a screech, feeling my stomach tighten. “Fuck, she’s gonna cum.” Joe spoke, catching my hands as I reached out, scratching at his back, face nuzzling against his as I choked out. “Fuck.” Talbert groaned, taking over rubbing my clit as he was even more rough with me. I cried out loud, falling onto Joe and using him as a support. With one hand I grabbed onto his cock, “I’m gonna cum.” I whined quieter. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I then told Talbert, the sounds turning up in pitch as I swore out loud, nails breaking Liebgott’s skin as I felt the coil tighten. The orgasm was even more intense than I could’ve ever imagined, I squirted with a scream all over the bed and Talbert’s cock, creating a messy wetness that caused him to cry out as he continued to fuck me slower through my orgasm. My body was pulsating, pussy throbbing as I collapsed out of pure exhaustion, shaking and jittering with each wave of pleasure my orgasm gave me. “Good girl!” Joe dragged out as I fell down to the mattress with a sob, opening my mouth to allow to fill me up again.

For the next few minutes both men fucked me, both my holes were filled and used, just of how I dreamed all those months ago in a stupid foxhole. Floyd’s hands were gripping so tightly into my quivering thighs, holding me in place as Joe’s hips fucking into my mouth, cursing and spluttering. “Shit, you gotta let me fuck her.” He panted out. “Fuck, let me finish first. Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” Floyd’s voice shook as he fucked me at the same speed as before, my legs spreading as I choked around Joe’s cock, gagging and spluttering as I took him as far as I could. “Shit! Yes, y/n fuck!” Floyd groaned, movements becoming stiff as he worked his way up to his orgasm, filling the condom inside of me with a heavy groan, one of the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.

“Jesus.” Liebgott laughed at his panting friend as I pulled back from his cock, replacing it with my hand and turning around to face a red-faced Floyd. “God.” He milked himself, thrusting slowly as I pushed my hips back, shaking my ass with a giggle as he moaned out abruptly, holding me still. “Fuck. I’ve missed this pussy.” He told me as I smirked turning back up to Liebgott with a smile.

“Alright, move over.” He was growing inpatient, I could tell. As soon as Floyd pulled out I collapsed onto my front, giving myself a rest as Floyd climbed off the bed, returning to the other side of the room where the bin was to dispose of his used condom.

When I saw Joe reaching over to take one out of the box, I whined, pushing my bum up slightly. “Don’t use one.” I hummed, sighing out as he turned back over his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” The smirk on his face was practically beaming as I nodded again, watching him turn back around and head towards me. Joe flipped me over as I squealed slightly, my legs aching and continuing to quiver as he spread them apart, kneeling between them. I moaned with anticipation, hands roaming through his messy hair in appreciation.

“You know you’re a good girl.” He whispered, kissing my thigh as I sighed. “Even if he fucked you you’re still mine.” Joe possessively spoke as I smiled, “I know.” I endeared, watching him connect his lips to my swollen pussy, slightly sore from how much it had been used.

Joe’s movements were gentle, slow and careful at first. He knew I needed to relax for a few moments so I closed my eyes and appreciated the bliss of Liebgott eating out my pussy. Soon, Talbert sunk down on the bed next to me, my hands reaching back to hold his as he watched with heavy lids, stroking over my tits.

“Mmmmh.” I moaned, feeling Joe flicker his tongue over my clit a little faster. The way his hands rubbed up and down my thighs was mesmerising, even though I found Talbert fucking irresistibly sexy, Joe and I just connected on another level. To have them both felt fucking sensational.

Talbert shifted, kneeling behind me as he propped me up slightly on his lap, licking his fingers and coating my nipples with his saliva, teasing and rubbing creating a whole new sensation. Joe slid one of his hands down, pushing two fingers and curling them inside my whole as my hips bucked, grasping onto the boy behind me for support.

“Fuck.” I pouted, rolling my hips against Joe’s mouth as he fingered at my pussy, continuing to pleasure my clit with his hot mouth. The quicker his pace got, the faster I got worked up. Already hot and bothered from my previous orgasm and the two men, I felt my next orgasm grow overwhelmingly quickly.

“Joe.” I whimpered. “Good girl, c’mon, you can cum for me.” He soothed as I dropped my head back moaning louder and louder. “Fuck, that’s it.” Talbert spanked my tit before squeezing at my nipple causing my heavy breathing to turn into pleasureful gasps and moans as I worked closer and closer to my release.

“Fuck! Please- I’m cumming!” I choked out, hips bucking as the squelching of my pussy grew louder and more frequent. “Fuckk!” I yelled out, hand snatching over Talbert’s as I was pushed over my edge, throwing into another wave of eye-rolling ecstasy.

“Oh my god- oh fuck, oh my god.” I yelled out through my orgasm, screeching when Joe fingered me even harder, the intense feeling inside of me causing me to scream as released, squirting my juices once again all up his arm this time. My body convulsed with the prolonged orgasm, hands limp as I gasped through my come down.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good.” I spoke with a groan as Tab’s fingers lolled over my nipples once again. “Joe just wanted to make you cum cos I did first.” He teased. “Whatever.” Joe hushed, standing up and pulling my hips further towards the end of the bed where he wasted no time slipping his raw cock into my slippery pussy. I felt myself grip around him, but I don’t think I’d ever been more fucking wet in my life.

“Shit, you feel too good baby.” Joe warned, propping my legs either side of his waist as Talbert moved again, pinning my hands down to the bed and moving forwards to kiss my lips, devouring me as he pushed his tongue against mine, making out borderline violently as I hungrily kissed him back, allowing him to then proceed by marking all down my jaw, neck and tits.

Joe’s movement and pace picked up, comparable, if not the exact same to Floyd’s rough thrusts before. This time, my moans were concealed against Tab’s mouth, my wrists harshly pressed to the mattress, above my head. Joe watched the bounce of my tits, desperately adjusting me closer every time I’d slip back. Effectively the two men were using me like their fuck dolls and I loved it. “Shit, Joe.” I gasped once Talbert moved back, letting go of my hands but guiding one to his cock. Tab spat on his cock and again on my hand, my movements picking up instantly as I jerked him whilst Joe continued to fuck deep inside my pussy. “Yeah? Take it like the good little bitch you are.” Joe hissed through his gritted teeth. Talbert’s hand guided over mine to wank him faster, harder, his pants making it obvious he was equally as enjoying this. “Yeah, you fuck me so good. Fucking use me Joe.” I groaned as he reached forwards, popping a slap against my cheek to which I ground my teeth together, groaning as he wrapped his fist around my neck. “Fuck, yes choke me. Want you to- ah fuck- cum inside my pussy.” I teased as his eyes rolled back, groaning. “Shut up.” He hissed. I fucking loved to tease Joe with the prospect of cumming inside of me l, he wanted it so bad but couldn’t have it. The tormenting, plus the fact he was balls deep inside my squelching pussy seemed to drive him to animalistic levels. Joe’s groans were growing louder. “Shit Tab.” I then turned back up to the blonder boy. “Fuck my mouth.” I insisted as he knelt up beside my face, turning my body so I was angled just right to wrap my pretty, little mouth around his cock.

“Such a slut taking it from both of us.” Joe commented, fucking several hard, deliberate thrusts deep inside of me. I screeched out around Talbert’s cock, sucking harder. The sex was animalistic, Floyd’s hands snatched at my hair, using my mouth as he yanked my hair back and forth.

I couldn’t tell who was going to bust first, but as soon as Talbert had me suck his balls, he fisted harshly at his cock, spilling a second and more intense release over my face, in my mouth and on my tongue. I cleaned his cock, sucking his sensitive cock through his orgasm and milking him dry. “Shit- move over.” Joe abruptly spoke, crawling up ontop of me, his cock spurting ropes of hot cum all over my tits, neck and some on my tongue. Joe’s head threw back as he cursed and groaned, allowing me to stroke him through his orgasm. Talbert was panting, rested against the head board as I licked at the tip of Joe’s tip. He only slipped out of his orgasm haze with a soft, “ah!” At the sensitive feeling. “Shit, y/n/n you did so good.” He soothed a hand over my tit, squeezing gently. I hummed, calming my breathing as Joe retrieved tissues for me, wiping my face clean, grimacing at the cum that he couldn’t tell was his or not.

“That was so good.” I panted, giggling at Liebgotts attempt to wipe my face. “You were fucking great.” Talbert spoke, sighing again with his head against the headboard of mine and Joe’s bed.

“Mmmmh.” I smiled, feeling Liebgott lift me up, “you can leave now, Tab.” He spoke as I spluttered out a laugh. “You can’t kick him out!” “I can I wanna shower with you…”

[ithinkabouttzu]

BoB reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+) pt.2

Genre: smut; romance

Warnings: Intercourse, fingering, oc receiving, masc. receiving, unsafe sex, dirty talk, daddy kink,

Description: BoB reaction to doing *it* with you for the first time

*gn reader*

Dick Winters

He’s so respectful the whole time, he would start very slow, just kissing and getting a feel of your body. The whole time he would be so soft though, he really wants to enjoy this intimate time with you so he would so so sweet and slow, “Are you okay” or “Does this feel good/bad?” He makes sure you’re comfortable and never wants to make you uncomfortable. When it actually happens, the whole time he just reminds you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, “You’re so gorgeous honey, you know that right?” He definitely makes sure you finish first and is constantly giving you kisses throughout. Afterwards he is so caring and sweet to you, still giving you thousands of kisses and reminding you how much he loves you. He’ll probably make you guys a nice warm back for you two to relax in.

Floyd Talbert

Bro has been WAITING for this moment. He is so ready to give you the best you’ve ever had, like after you’ll definitely be feeling so much fun and wild. He wouldn’t waste much time, feeling and kissing anywhere he can get his hands on, Foreplay would be PHENOMENAL I think, maybe 69 or something that incorporates both parties, he would be so good at pleasing you with him fingers and mouth, literally making you a total mess by the time he was done with you. “You want it baby? How bad do you want it?” He would definitely make you beg a little before putting it inside of you. I think he would like you calling him Daddy, like if you scream that out he would go crazy, slamming into you like you were the last person in the planet. “How good is Daddy doing? “You like my cock baby?” man’s is a total dirty talker. After he would be very chill and cuddly, not really vocal about how good it was, but definitely shows it through his body language.

Skip Muck

He is so cute the whole time, tries to not make it awkward by making a couple funny jokes at first which end up making it even more awkward because the jokes were not funny 🤣 he would be more timid to touch and feel around at first, probably just wanting you to make the first moves and try not to make you uncomfortable, until you said something along the lines of, “Please fuck me” and after that it was a longgg night. He would feel his way around your body so quickly and nice, foreplay with him would be so good too, he would make SURE you feel 100% good before he even tries to fuck you. Once he finally did it would be hard for him to control himself, pounding into you uncontrollably fast and rough, it would feel absolutely amazing. I think he would also like eye contact tbh, just getting you see you and look you in the eyes when you climax is good enough to make him cum. “I love you so much” he would be so sweet throughout too omg 🥹

Don Malarkey

he is an ANGEL. He will literally make you feel like a queen/king the whole time. He just wants to please you and make you feel good. He loves you so much and is such a giver in the bedroom. he is a FOREPLAY KING and will literally make you cry tears of joy before he even fucks you, “You’re doing so well, just wait a little long for me, okay love?” AHHH omg, don’t even get me started on how nice he would look with his muscles out omg, When it actually happens he’s so nice, he would go teasingly slow, until you ask him to speed up. “You feel so good doll, you know that?” He would kiss you the whole time, maybe even hold your hand, either way he’s super sweet and tries his best to make it as special as possible for you. Afterwards he’s even sweeter, holding you, rubbing your back, and reassuring you, if you’re hungry or need water he will be glad to get it. You honestly got him whipped after that.

Babe Heffron

When you tell him that you want to do “it” for the first time mans is SUPRISED i mean, he’s happy as shit but he’s also just shocked, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be to straight up about it but he’s glad you said something, he would start probably more quickly, mans doesn’t want to waste much time, he would lay you down and just start completely kissing all over you, leaving little marks and hickies all over your neck and chest. He would always ask for your permission before he decided to touch another part of your body or do something different to your body, “Is this alright sweetheart?” Omg and don’t even get me started on when he actually sees you naked for the first time, he falls in love all over again, like he just has to touch and feel every part of you, if he wasn’t hard then, he is DEFINITELY hard now. When he finally starts fucking you, he can’t help but let out a long, deep sigh from the feeling, he will let you know just how good you’re making him feel, “Baby, you wrap around me so nicely” He would be so breathy when talking to you, like you just took the breath completely out of his lungs the whole entire time.

Shifty Powers

So kind and gentle the whole time, “Are you sure y/n?” He is lowkey so nervous at first, one because he doesn’t want to mess anything up or embarrass himself, second because you are GORGEOUS and he thinks he will finish too quick. He would start off very very slow, he doesn’t want to rush the moment at all and is honestly nervous as hell, I think you would end up taking the reins after both of you take off your clothes, just him alone and seeing his hard on is enough foreplay for you. Both of you would have your hands all over the place, He would let you set the tempo the whole time and would ask to touch you before just to make sure, while inside of you I think he could get vocal, it would be more of hidden moans but you just feel too good for him. Seeing you on top of him, riding on him, is just enough to make him cum alone, you are so gorgeous to him. Afterwards he’s would he so so sweet to you, even though he is so sleepy he would get you anything you need to clean up and a million cuddles after that

Frank Perconte

Before he would set everything up and make sure almost everything was perfect, from the candles to the color of the flowers. He would be so gentle, just because he would be more afraid to accidentally hurt you or something, he would also know what he’s doing to, his embrace would be so comforting and sweet, toppled with the almost unbearable pleasure coming from his fingers inside of you. You would cum multiple times before you guys actually started. You would have to beg him for it, he would want you to say it with your own words how bad you want it. Once you guys started, he would talk you through it the whole time, praising you, reminding you how beautiful you and your body is. “You’re amazing baby, every bit of you” He wouldn’t choke you, but he’d have his hand lightly around your neck/jaw area, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb. “You feel so great babe, you know that right?” After he would be so gentle with you, softly cleaning you up with a damp towel and hugging you softly. “I’m so glad you’re here y/n, I love you”

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[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

Kinktober requests : CLOSED

I have decided to do kinktober this year! I normally don’t take smut requests, although I have written smut before, but I thought it would be fun, here are the rules:

Send me a character (find the characters I write for here)

Plus a kink (I’m not comfortable writing noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, stepcest, daddy/mommy kink, loss of virginity, medical kink or piss kink)

Please don’t request a kink that’s already been requested (see below)

I will accept 15 requests! I think trying to post something every day for a month is too challenging for me so I’ll post every other day

Please ask if you have any questions!

REQUESTS ALREADY RECEIVED:

1. Ronald Speirs + public sex

2. Bill Guarnere + hair pulling

3. George Luz + breeding kink

4. Joe Liebgott + possessiveness/dominance

5. Lewis Nixon + facesitting/69

6. Donald Malarkey + shower sex

7. Skinny Sisk/Floyd Talbert + threesome/bondage/car sex

8. Chuck Grant + dirty talk

9. Bull Randleman + size kink

10. Joe Toye + thigh riding

[infinitegalahad]

SHE WILL BE LOVED (Floyd Talbert X F! Reader)

Summary: Floyd drove for miles and miles, and still wounded up at the same door. Every. Single. Time.

Word-Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Slight mention of smut, past mentions of abuse/ rape

A/N: Based off of the Maroon Five Song. Not gonna lie, there old stuff is salvageable and can go hard, Overexposed is a great album. I have a love and hate relationship with this oneshot. I should be sleeping because I have to wake up at 7:50AM tomorrow but like...Floyd Talbert, am I right? Also, I'm working on dribbles. My inbox is acting strange so if you sent in anything, please send it in again, thank you! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Women say men are all the same; A gentleman, at least what Floyd Talbert considered him, proves women wrong.

Floyd Talbert knew he was no good. He didn’t consider himself a playboy , even though he charmed a new girl every week and possibly took them to bed, but he definitely knew how to play the game. Heck, his friends called him the master of the game. Girls back home and Europe loved it when Tab would break their young hearts with his dashing smirk. Every week, he’d have a pretty lady or two hanging off of his arms, giggling and smiling at anything he did or said. It boosted his ego even bigger than it already was. What was there not to love? He got whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and he always was satisfied in the end.

Guys wished they were him and any girl he could get his hands on simply adored him. Floud Talbert was like Hercules, but more conceited and naive. He was too young for marriage and too old for foolish games. He liked the flamboyant lifestyle he lived, it kept him on edge. Besides, who would Floyd Talbert, the one, the only, change for?

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“Busy night?” You questioned, leaning against the counter, overlooking the packed bar. There was soft jazz in the backing music, singing, dancing, and loads of drunken men. Most of them were Americans. Alborune had been hosting the Paratroopers in the quaint little town. On the weekends, the pubs would turn into total clusterfucks, at least according to your boss.

Your boss looked at you and shrugged his shoulders, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, and a lot of damn drunks,” He cursed. You looked behind him, seeing the American soldiers sloppily dancing with the local girls and even some of the waitresses. You could see the soldiers, their breaths of beer and hands grasping the waitresses' backs and butts, spinning them around as swing music played in the black. You had worked in a pub and knew how these relationships ended; divorce or after an awkward one night stand. Unfortunately, you had experienced the two of those more times then you could count on your fingers. Not wanting to get hurt, you made it official that you were here to do your job, make drinks, and serve the men. Nothing else and nothing more.

You bit your lip, letting out an inhale, “Another Friday night at the pub.”

“Jus’ be careful, you hear me?” Your boss warned. He was like a father towards you; an old man with sweet eyes. He always made sure the waitresses in his bar weren’t being harassed in the pub. “And whatever you do-”

“Don’t get yourself into trouble,” You repeated as you tied the apron onto your hips, “I know. ‘S not like I’ll be getting into it anytime today, or at all.”

At the bar you worked at, most of the waitresses were the most beautiful women you had ever seen. They looked like they belonged in Hollywood with their soft curls, red lips, and large breasts. They were always either chatting up a storm with a Paratrooper, giving a paratrooper a motorboat, dancing with a Paratrooper, or sneaking with a Paratrooper to the back of the Pub. It was because they were beautiful on the outside, but not within. The men weren’t smart enough to see that. All they desired was a pretty girl to use and then dispose of the next day. It occasionally made you a tad bit jealous. You knew how childish it was, but you wanted to be that girl who was loved not only for her looks, but her personality. Loved for who you truly were. But you reminded yourself that it was better if you kept yourself out of the limelight.

You had begun your shift, taking orders and rushing to the counter to make two full trays of beer in your hands. The night was so far going well. A few of the men had hit on you, but it was nothing new or special. You simply ignored it, doing your mundae little schedule.

Rosie was one of your co-workers. She was everything you wished to be; pretty, bubbly, and got everything she wanted. Every week, Rosie would wrap another Paratrooper around her finger. However, she began to play their game as well. Rosie took pleasure in twisting the mind’s of the Paratroopers and breaking their hearts, finding entertainment in it. She was a tease and took great pride in it. As much as you wanted to be her, seeing the Paratroopers have drinking games and even fights over her hand in “marriage” or “too see her glorious caboose”, you stopped and questioned yourself with emotion and logic. Was she truly happy doing this? Was she trying to fill a void in her life? Was she more of an object then a woman? Was it moral of her to break hearts as well?

You saw Rosie sitting next to a young Paratrooper as they made out passionately, hands traveling across each other's bodies. You couldn’t help but look and see their burning desire and hunger for each other. Rolling your eyes, you walk around the crowded bar, the strong smell of Alcohol and vintage jazz pleasing your ears. Every table was full, and as much as you dreaded it, it was your job to go around and ask what the men wanted.

You approached the first time and put on a counterfeit red smile, tilting your head as you chirped to the men. They all turned to you, half smiles and tired eyes, begging for more alcohol. You simply took the groups and wrote down their orders, going from man to man until you reached the end of the table.

“And what would you like?” You asked, preparing your pen and pushing it against your tiny notebook.

The man at the end of the table was conversing with her friends. He first turned his head, greeting you

with his big hazel eyes. You observed his boyish features of ruffled golden hair, a babyface, and lightly tanned skin. Sure, he was handsome, but so was every other man in this bar. He looked at you up and down, a smirk forming at the edge of his lips before he turned his whole body around to face you. He leaned on the edge of the table and simply stared at you, like he was in awe.

“You,” He spat, earning a laugh from all of his friends.

Through your smile, you grit your teeth. “As If I’ve heard that one a million times..” It was a lie, that was the first time you had ever heard that in a while. You weren’t pretty enough to be noticed, but this time was apparently an expectation. “Do you want me to get you a menu?”

You pointed his finger at you, “Like I said-you.” He stood up and smirked, holding his hands out. “You-me, I think we’d make a pretty great match.”

“How would we make a great match If I’ve known you for less than a minute?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows. “I could be mean.”

“Oh, come now. You're gorgeous, I’m handsome.” He persisted. Great, not one of these. “Besides, I like challenges. Just be warned, I always win them miss…” He hesitated on your name before continuing, “Your name, doll?”

“Your order?” You said as you tapped your pen against your notebook. His little nickname had your cheeks flush a little. Thank god the pub had been litlety dimmed. “Please?”

“A beer and your name, please.” He politely requested. “I don’t believe I’m asking for much.”

You looked at him with a sarcastic and puzzled expression, “Why do you care so much about knowing my name? You seem like the type who would forget by the next morning.”

His friends made “ohing” noises like middle schoolers like a teacher would reprimand one of their friends. The cocky bastard let out a chuckle, flashing his pearly whites in a cocky smile. “Well, it depends. You’re feisty-I like it. Since it’s gonna be a while before we have anything going on between us, I best thought I’d make us familiar with each other. It’ll take some time for you to fall for me, but when you do, you’ll be lucky.”

This man could not be for real. It wasn’t a man, but a boy. But on the outside, he was so god damn handsome. He looked like a homewrecker, but god damn, he did a good job of being one. Your boss's word’s of staying out of trouble were lingering from your mind now, and so quickly.

“You’re not gonna shut up until I tell you my name now, are you?”

He shook his head, “Where’s the fun in that, dollface?”

You wrote down his order for beer and then looked up, a smirk, “Y/n. Now you?”

“Y/n, a good name for a good girl. I’ve met a lot of y/n’s, but none like you. They fell into my arms like flies, but you aren’t like that. Just yet,” He joked, earning an eye roll from you. “It’s only fair If I tronduce myself, Sergeant Floyd Talbert,” He gave you a quick salute before relaxing, ‘But you can call me Tab, your boyfriend, or that silver fox that swept you off of your pretty little feet.”

“I think Tab will be good. Just try not to forget my name now, even though my expectations aren’t very high.” You sassed. He gave you an air kiss and you simply gave him a side eye, holding the tray and notebook to your chest as you ushered back to the counter to retrieve Beers. As you prepared them, you thought about Floyd Talbert. There were thousands of men like him. Good for nothing players who were too damn handsome for their own goods. Floyd Talbert was the type of man your parents would warn you to stay clear of since their middle names were trouble in all capitals.

But if he was so bad, then why was he so good to look at it?

Back at the bustling table, Floyd had kept his eyes on you. He watched your eyemove, like a hunter with its prey. He saw you converse with other waitresses, turn down compliments from other paratroopers, and do your job. He wasn’t one for formality, especially in the dating fields. It wasn’t what he was accustomed to doing. By now, the two of you would’ve been in the back of the pub, faulting to get your clothes off of each other for a wuckie. But you were different, you were a special case that Floyd knew would take a lot of investigating,

“Why’d you ask for her name?” Malarkey asked, knocking Floyd out of his trance. “You say it’s not good to ask for a dame’s name. You know, to make it easier.”

Floyd didn’t look over at Malarkey and simply stared at you, filling the large drinks with beer. He pulled on his lip, slumped on the chair. He always knew the answer for everything, he always had a solution.

But this time, it was different.

Floyd had gone into one of the bathrooms with a waitress, who simply smirked at him. Her whole face had trouble written her face, and so did he. She had red lipstick, bedroom eyes, and the nicest rack Floyd had ever seen. He knew from that moment that he would use his words to woo her. After a brief conversation of aggressive flirting, her and Floyd headed to the bathrooms with the blonde, angrily took their clothes off, and fucked. It was quick and there was not a single word spoken between the two. Floyd loved the attention and girls he got, but he never got a relationship or word out of them. He only cared for their looks, which even he knew was shallow. But it was all he knew how to do. If they seemed happy, so was he. But inside, was he truly happy with this lifestyle he lived? Did he like leaving a girl heartbroken the next morning with no goodbye? Did it make him happy?

And yet, he never asked for her name or had a small conversation with her. After they finished, she simply cleaned herself up and left, acting like nothing had happened. Floyd acted like that too, it was easy to put on a facade. He brushed back his ruffled hair and looked at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw on the outside, but what did he like on the inside?

He still thought about the girl who had served him, y/n, who was not like his other targets. Y/n rejected his advances and twisted his words, which even Talbert found entertaining. He didn’t know this girl very well, but he wanted to. Flirt with her and talk to her, heck-even have a drink with her.

His hyperixation with Y/n wasn’t going to be ending anytime soon.

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So Floyd did what he did best-he kept coming back to the Pub. He would come with the men from Easy Company, and sometimes on his own. There he’d find y/n, who’d roll her eyes as he’d walk over and make another “amazing” attempt at flirting. His comments weren’t very creepy, after all, he was a gentleman. You had seen him around the bar before, but never learned his name. You always saw him as the handsome player with a blonde or brunette on his arm. Sure, he had that classic boyish look every girl and guy wished or wanted, but under all that hair gel and his pristine uniform-was he doing it all for his own pleasure? Did he think of women as toys he could throw away the next day, just like had been before? So you did what you did best-keep your distance and roll your eyes at his remarks.

But everytime he walked in and the doorbell would ring, signifying his presence, your hand would grasp against the cloth you were holding to wash down the bar counter..

Floyd kept his promise and kept being persistent with winning your heart. He’d walk in and lean against the counter, saying your name like a sweet singsong. You’d serve him a drink, and he’d tell you about his day and occasionally flex his muscles. At first glance, Floyd seemed a boorish boy; the one who’d brag how he’d conquer multiple women like they were countries. You knew boorish men all too well, and didn’t need another one to increase your pessimistic view on romance.

While much has Floyd loved to boast about himself, he also loved to talk about you. He always complimented your outfits, asked about your day, and even scared off the creepy paratrooper’s who’d get too close for comfort. When Floyd would talk to you, he’d look directly into your eyes and respectfully listen. And he remembered the tiniest of details, such as your little daughter or your neighbor, an edlery women, who’d pester you about marriage and cooking.

“So, how’s Ms.Walsh?” He asked as you placed a Beer in front of him. He had a shit eating grin on his face, so you already knew where this was going. “Did you tell her about your new man?”

You shrugged your shoulders and played it off, “Much to your dismay, I did not. I’m still single.”

“Funny that you say that, y/n. Next time, tell her that you have a very handsome and strong Paratrooper with a dog. I think Trigger will like Poppy a lot.” Floyd boasted as he kept his eyes on you, leaned against the counter with your arms crossed. “Poppy will get used to Trigger, just like us.”

Every Time he’d throw a remark at you, you’d throw it back with a tint of sarcasm. You had learned how to play his game, but occasionally loosened up. Floyd wasn’t a bad guy at all, his ego was big, but he didn’t have any cruel intentions when it came to you. He treated you like a human, with feelings and emotions. He always asked about your day, how you were, made you feel better when you were sad, and did anything to make you happy. So you broke out of your ice a little and did what he did to you in return; show him kindness. You’d finally sit with him at the bar if it wasn’t busy and talked to him.

It was hard to deny, but as much as you hated it, you were falling in love with him. It was hard to resist him, his words were as smooth as silk. Whenever he’d see you, he’d call out your name and would make sure everybody knew you were his-or at least that’s what you thought. The girls you worked with in the bar tried to flirt with him, but much to your surprise, he would push them all away-just for you. All of his attention was focused on you, and only you.

You were beyond conflicted. Your head was telling you to simply be friendly and civil, but your heart was leading you to pursue this romance. You were torn between logic and emotion. One part of you loved him, one part of you hated him. You hated the way he made you feel, think, blush, and do things. Floyd was taking over your life, whether you liked it or not. Whatever you and Floyd had going on was no longer on thin ice. The two of you were deep in the water scuba diving, together.

The bar was busy at night, but tonight was different. It was less busy than usual and much quieter. The ambience was peaceful, soft souls playing in the background with the warm lights dimmed. Your manicured nails tapped at the counter as you observed the setting; some paratroopers drinking, a paratrooper cuddled with a fellow girl in town, and a waitress casually conversing with the costumors. Only a few more hours and you could finally return home with little Luna, nestled in your warm bed, alone and safe from the cruel world.

The little bell on top of the door had rang, alerting the whole bar of a new customer. You turned your head and bit your lip upon seeing the incoming danger. Great, your shift had just become a whole lot more entertaining.

Floyd was donning his new uniform, cap and gelled hair. He strutted across the bar to you, knowing that he was handsome. He knew he was hot shit and wanted to make sure everybody knew. He came up right to the bar counter and leaned against up.

“Miss y/n…” He greeted in his boyish voice, looking up and down at your figure as he usually did. He stopped at your face. You never wore makeup, and if you did, it was barely noticeable to the naked eye. However, Floyd noticed you looked different tonight. You had a bright shade of red on your lips, a light rogue pressed onto your cheeks, and a soft eyeshadow to match your (y/e/c) eyes. It was soft, just like Floyd perceived you as. “Are you wearing makeup?”

You nodded and looked down, feeling your heart skip a beat. You tried to snap back at him, but your body forced you to look and not embarrass yourself. “Yes. I suppose I try something new, to make myself look somewhat put together.”

Floyd looked puzzled at your response, “Put together? You always look gorgeous, I don’t know what you mean.”

Keeping your gaze down, you were finding it difficult to be around him. The room got darker and you felt a cold sweat overcome your body. You weren’t asking for his sympathy. Of course he saw this and found another way to flirt with you. You refused to give him the satisfaction he wanted, even though you did enjoy his kind words. You shook your head, “You don’t have to lie, Floyd.”

“I never lie. Look at me, y/n,” Floyd stated as his fingers tipped your chin up. His grasp was as light as a feather. The two of you made eye contact with each other. His fingers rested on your chin for longer than you both expected. His long fingers slided away as he caught a glimpse of your face so close, noticing all the little features about you. “You’re beautiful, without all of this and with this. I don’t know if you could deny it. If a man doesn’t find a dame like you gorgeous, then they must need glasses.”

You looked at him and back down, scrambling to find your words. Romance was something that you hated. It should have made you feel happy and left you with a good relantishop, but instead you were left with broken hearts and scared. As much as you wanted to love and be loved, it was hard to. You were scared of getting hurt again but Floyd Talbert made you reconsider. And your mind was stubborn. You didn’t want to reconsider, all you wanted to do was stay in your old ways and be alone. But how long were the two of you going to play this game of cat and mouse? How long could it go on?

Every time Floyd tried to leave you, he always ended up back at your door, hoping you’ll finally open up to him; by either literally opening her door or letting him into her heart. Floyd’s way’s, the small and big things, illustrated his dedication to winning your heart. Floyd was willing to drive for miles to end  up with you, and he wished you would appreciate his effort.

“Well, I guess you need glasses then,” You smirked and turned around to fix Floyd a beer, his favorite drink. He always liked the glass to be half way since he wasn’t a real drinker, he was more of a social one. You had picked up on that after befriending him. But was he a friend? Someone who you were in love with? What was he to you, and what were you to him?

Placing the beer in front of him, you attempted to walk away, but Floyd even knew you weren’t getting away that easy.

“Sit with me,” He requested, patting the empty barstool next to him. You opened your mouth to protest, but he already beat you to it, “Nobody’s here. Just one drink, and I’ll leave you be.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over and towards Talbert to sit across from him. Instead of patting the barstool, he was now patting his lap with a look of lust and humor. Knowing that he was teasing you, you chuckled and sat on the barstool.

“Okay, you have me now.” You said as you put your hands up, ‘Why do you want me here?”

“I wanna know the pretty dame behind all of the makeup,” Floyd responded as he pulled on his lower lip, “Tell me about you. Home, your cat, everything.”

“One minute you want to marry me, the next you want to know my life story…” You replied as you also leaned onto the counter, “If you want to know so badly, then you go first. Tell me your life story.”

And so Floyd Talbert did. He told every little detail he could about himself from his family, Kokomo, his love for fishing, his four brothers-basically, his whole life story. Floyd had no problem openly sharing his problems with the world, especially you. He was fine telling you about his dad not being present, working odd jobs in high school, not attending college-he was ok with it. He accepted and loved himself, as you could clearly see. You on the other hand couldn’t understand how open he could be with himself, in relationships and in general.

The hard front of Floyd’s boot gently kicked your heel, his toe caressing against your bare ankle. A chill was sent up your spine as you looked up at him, straightening his back.

“You seemed so interested that you started drooling,” He commented, a smirk on his face.

You gave him a puzzled expression before you could notice the sticky sensation at the corner of your lip. Groaning in embarrassment, you looked for a napkin to wipe the drool from. Before you could find a napkin, Floyd had grabbed a handkerchief from his breast pocket and grabbed your chin gently, wiping the side of your mouth. He held you like you were made of glass, easily broken by a little infraction, which was partially true.

Once Floyd removed his fingers, he handed you the handkerchief. “Here, for you.’ He slicked his honey hair back, “Some ladies would kill for that.”

Hearing the comment, you rolled your eyes and shoved it into your apron. “Hardy Har Har, thank you.”

“Ok, enough about me. What about you?” Floyd said as he scooted his chair towards you, resting his arms on the counter with his chin gliding against his palm. “I’d like to know more about my dame.”

You looked at him and back down, biting your lip. A sarcastic comeback crossed your mind, but somehow you couldn’t spit out the words. The possessive word made you freeze in place as your grasp tightened around your drink. Nobody had called you in years.

“I’m no one’s,” You stated, taking a long sip of your drink, “I’m boring. I grew up in Albourne, always have been here. I have a daughter, I like to read, smoke, I-”

“I know that, but I want to know what’s in here.” Floyd pointed a finger at your head and heart. It was sweet, and even adorable. As much as you wanted to give into his warmth, the ice that surrounded your heart began to freeze.

“Come on, darling. Don’t play so hard to get, I know it’s not easy. Just loosen up a little for once. I can tell you that I’m stubborn, just like you. I like a challenge, and I always win,” Floyd cockily stated, which only pushed your buttons. The closer he scooted his chair towards you, the more you felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. “Stop being so scared and jus-”

“My goddess gracious, shut up!” You exclaimed loudly, burying your hands in your face. Floyd, respecting your wishes, shut up and was left speechless, his face contorted. What had he done wrong? He hadn’t touched you at all.

“You know, I’ve been with guys just like you. Total flirts, sleep with whoever they want and do whatever they want. They don’t care, just as long as it doesn’t affect them. God forbid If a woman does that, she’s considered a whore,” You ranted, “Guys like you are bad news. You treat us like objects that you can use and then throw out the next day. I know this game-you don’t care about me or my feelings at all, do you?” You looked away from him, holding back years, “After all, you said you wanted honesty, so there.”

Floyd was shocked at your sudden rant. He considered you sweet and quiet. This was the most he had ever heard come out of your mouth. Normally, he wouldn’t be moved by these things since they never occurred. This was his longest “flirting avvenire” he had experienced in years. His heart broke at your words. Being ashamed of himself, he attempted to fix what had been broken.

“Y/n, that’s not what you think. I know I’m like that, and it’s no excuse. But you’re…” Floyd stopped and let out an exhale with a red face, “different. When I first looked at you, I thought I died. I haven’t talked to any other dame since-you’re the only one that matters. I think about you whenever I’m not with you. Y/n, I think I lo-”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah. You may talk to me, make me laugh and say the sweetest things...but how many other girls are you doing that to? How many other girls have you shamed for being your property? How many girls have you slapped for looking at another man for less than a second? How many other girls have you forced yourself on and left them with a child you never wanted? Tell me, I’d love to hear.”

Floyd listened to your words carefully, analyzing them. The thought processed on his head, and instead of looking offended, his face softened. He looked sad and pained. Even though you had said a little, Floyd could piece together your past. He felt like an idiot for not knowing. No wonder you were cold and distant. From what it seemed, you had been not only physically abused, but touched without your consent and forced to take care of a child you didn’t want. Floyd felt terrible for you. It was no longer a game anymore, it was serious.

“Y/n...I’m sorry. I never knew. I feel like an idiot for not knowing. I’m not like that. I’d never do something like that I-”

“You sound just like him. All of you are the same. You put on a fake little smile and say sweet little things,” You ranted as you pushed yourself out of the chair to walk out. Floyd cursed under his breath and followed you right out, “Then bomb, under your control.”

“Y/n-”

Slamming the door open, your feet angrily stomp through the mud. You don’t care if you're sinking. You don’t know where you're going, but you want to be as far away from Floyd as possible.

You turned around and pointed a blaming finger at his chest, “Don’t interrupt me. You're so damn manipulative. From the minute you sat down, I could see that you wanted me in your bed. My biggest mistake wasn’t falling for you, it was thinking you had fallen for me.”

Floyd didn’t say anything and watched you turn over and run a hand through your neatly done up hair and makeup, which both became unruly.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. Floyd walked over and grabbed your hands in an attempt to win you back, “I know it’s cheesy, but you're changing me. I tried to move on, but I can’t. Just let me help you. I can be whatever for you. A friend, a lover, anything. I had no idea what you had gone through. Can you let me inside so I can help you?” He was serious, this was no joke to him or you, “Let’s stop this game of cat and mouse. Honesty is number one here.”

You threw his hands away and began to back away, black tears streaming from your caked face. The nice outfit, soft hair, and pretty dress all for him. It was blind ignorance. How dumb you felt and looked.

“Goodbye, Floyd.” Is all you said before you hastily turned around and left him alone. You could imagine his gorgeous face, all heartbroken. Deep inside, you hated doing this. Breaking hearts, just like Floyd did.

But you and Floyd were different. He was the archer and you were the prey in the big scheme of things. In your world, to prevent history from repeating itself, it is better to be safe than sorry.

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You always left your door unlocked. Albourne was home, you had  never left in. You knew your neighbors well enough. They liked you and your bubbly little daughter enough. Whenever you’d come home from work, she would run up to your feet and smile at you. Her smile would remind you of the man that shattered your heart, but there was something special about Poppy. She was not his, but yours, the light in that dark relationship. You made sure she was loved every single day and put her happiness over yours.

Another girl had taken your shift for the night, which made you relieved. You had a whole day to yourself, and Poppy. It was an indoors day due to the heavy rain. You accomplished from cleaning with the help of Poppy, some reading, and a game of princess and dragons. You were the dragon and Poppy played the role of the princess, and her stuffed animal the prince. The way she played the prince triggered the thoughts of Floyd.

After cleaning up, Floyd would infect your mind like a parasite. After you had bid him goodbye, you hadn’t seen him since. You had seen his friends at the bar and around town, but not him. Why did you miss him? You made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with him. You couldn’t stand being hurt again, even if a part of you, just a tiny one, considered feelings.

When Poppy had drifted off into a nap, you decided to go check out the rain. The garden you had built outside was weighed down by the heavy amount of train. You slowly walked into the rain as you felt your hair stick to your face and the clothes on your body become all moist. It was like taking a shower, it was beautiful. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head up and let the rain pour down your face and body.

The rain suddenly stopped falling into your mouth and clothes. Confused, you had thought it stopped raining. You opened your eyes and instead of a gray sky, you were met with the black top of an umbrella, being held by none other than Floyd Talbert.

“What are you doing in the rain?” He asked casually as he put a hand on your waist, walking with you to the cover of your house. He was drenched too, but you were soaking wet. “You’re gonna get sick.”

You blinked a few times to make sure what you were seeing and hearing was real. You stuttered and pointed at you, “Floyd...oh...I...how did you..?”

“Waitresses at The Pub. I got worried, I didn’t see you at the pub.” He explained not to sound stalkerish, “I looked everywhere for you because I needed to talk to you. Please, I know you hate me, but before I go, I might not come back. I rather tell you then die with it.”

You had forgotten there was a war that Floyd was a part of. He would soon be shipped off to Europe and be gone for forever or an indefinite amount of time. His hazel orb’s begged for your attention, and you were finding it hard to resist.

“Since you’re here...I suppose it’s only fair.” You accepted, “Go on.”

“I was thinking about what you told me, and it made me think too. I used to not do it a lot, until I met you,” He admitted, “Y/n, I know it’s crazy, but I could’ve sworn I died when I first looked at you. My heart stopped and I didn’t know what to say when you came over to me. You were sweet, quiet, and drop dead gorgeous. No other dame mattered to me, only you did. When I was with you, I only thought about you and what you wanted to do. You’re in my dreams and thoughts when I’m not with you. I think about you a lot, and...I love you, angel, as crazy as I sound.”

“I know what you’ve gone through and I’m sorry. But, I want to help you. I want to make you feel beautiful and loved. You know I’m there for you in whatever way you want, as a friend or a lover. I’m always a door away, and you know that y/n. But I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to show that to you in whatever way I can.”

You didn’t know what had triggered the kiss. Maybe it was Floyd’s speech, the hand on the small of your back, or his wet uniform. You didn’t respond with words and leaned in. Floyd didn’t protest and dived right into the kiss, his hands wrapped around your waist and back for support. The girls at your job were right, he was the best kieer you had ever met. He was gentle with you, his plump lips felt like heaven on your lips. It was a genius and heartfelt kiss. He could taste your lipstick and you could taste his cologne after the two of you had far gone.

There the two of you stood, wrapped in each other's arms as the rain poured down onto you.

You looked up and grabbed Floyd’s hand, nudging your head. “I’ll get you some warm clothes. I can make you a drink, if you please. Tea, coffee, anything.”

Floyd walked right beside you and pulled you in close for warmth. He planted a kiss on your wet hair, “You?” You looked at him with that motherly glare, which earned you a giggle. “You did say anything I wanted.”

“Well, I guess I did,” You raised your eyebrows and smiled. You leaned into his shoulder as you walked back into your little cottage, Floyd holding you close to his side.

You ended up serving him Tea. Poppy had woken up from her nap and followed Floyd around like a dog, believing that her wish of a father had come true. Floyd was intent on making Poppy’s dreams come true. Poppy would rave about the stories she wrote as you sat on Floyd’s lap, a blanket sprawled on your lap. His hand would play with the ends of your loose hair as you leaned in his chest, a soft smile on your face.

You had made dinner for three instead of two that night. As you cleaned the dishes, Floyd had read Poppy a story and sent her to sleep. He promised her that the next time he came over that she would get to meet Trigger and walk him. After Poppy had fallen asleep, Floyd came back to the kitchen and carried you to your room. The two of you got rid of your dirty clothes and left them sprawled on the ground, jumping into the bath with each other. He made sure that you were pampered that night as he washed your body and hair, massaged your back, planted kisses on your body, complimented you every other second, and did thousands of little things that would make a girl go head over heels. He took you to your bed and wrapped you in warm blankets and even made you a cup of tea. He knew he was going to get in trouble, but he stayed behind with you and cuddled with you until you fell asleep for “warmth”. It was cliche, but you absolutely loved it. Floyd’s radiance and warmth had melted away that icy barrier.

And with that, Floyd truly made you feel loved once again.

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Love Fest 2021 Masterlist

Love Fest is done! The wonderful community has created 18 works, and as a wrapping-up, we’d put them all in one big masterlist together. Below are all the works, prompt by prompt, separated into fic/art/edits, in alphabetical order. Spread the word, spread the love! <3

FIC: 

A Little Distraction by @anthrobrat

Nixon/Welsh; Rated M Prompt: "Oops, we got drunk and gave each other (Dealer's Choice)."

'Cause all I know is we said hello (and your eyes look like coming home) by @vintagelavenderskies

Eugene Roe/Renee LeMaire; Rated G Prompts: Eugene is a barista at the local cafe. Renee is new to the States and frequently visits the cafe. Over time, they become friends and eventually fall for each other.

Detective Luz Is On The Case! by @serasvictoria

Genfic; Rated G Prompt:Someone has stolen the precious few Hershey bars from the supplies. Thankfully, George has seen a detective movie or two (or three, or seven...) so he puts on his best over-the-top detective voice and sets out to solve the mystery. Detective Luz is on the case!

Landing by @ralphspina

LuzRoe; Rated G Prompt: It's D-Day; George and Gene land near each other in Normandy and need to go find their company.

Lupercalia by @howling-harpy

Speirton; Rated G Prompt: Ron is the strictest, scariest, most standoffish boss in Easy, and his coworkers don't know the slightest thing about his personal life. So, naturally, it's the talk of the office when someone finds out that he's bringing a plus one to the company party.

More Than A Team by @mercurygray

Winnix; Rated G Prompt: Whipped cream.

Mornings are for the loved, and the loving, for me and for you. by @mariamegale

Baberoe, Rated E Prompt: A Babe/Gene smut fest. Go crazy. Can have some story to it or pwp.

Only In Dreams by @serasvictoria

Lipton/Talbert, Rated E Prompt: Ever since Floyd saw liptons dick in carentan, he can’t stop thinking about it.

Passing Fancy by Muccamukk

Bucklarkey, Rated E Prompt: Malarkey loses a bet to a female intelligence officer and has to wear her uniform for the day (stockings, garter belts, panties included ;) ), and buck decides he’s about to act up.

Pillow talk by @speirtongirl

Speirton, Rated M Prompt: Speirs and Lipton sleep together for the first time, but what then? Pillowtalk presents a challenge for them both. Perhaps they don't know what to say, perhaps they fear what the other is thinking and whether or not they feel the same, or if they're going to stay the night.

Receiving End of Your Stare by @serasvictoria

Bucklarkey, Rated E Prompt: Malarkey loses a bet to a female intelligence officer and has to wear her uniform for the day (stockings, garter belts, panties included ;) ), and buck decides he’s about to act up.

Walking Wounded by @papersergeant-pencilsoldier

Baberoe; Rated G Prompt: Canon-era; Either Gene or Babe have magic, or both. Maybe magic is known or maybe they need to hide it.

ART:

After The War by @onelungmcclung

Toye/McClung Prompt: The Joe Toye Post-War Happiness Project Joe finds love and happiness after the war, and comes to accept himself better.

Fluffy Comfort Delivery by @lyselkatz​

Randlemartin Prompt: One of them is hurt or homesick or otherwise down, and the other comes up with something improbable to comfort him.

Not your typical Prince Charming by @lyselkatz 

Winnix Prompt: Nix riding a horse and being Dick's cynical but irresistible Prince Charming. (preferably not in an actual fairy tale setting)

Sweet Comfort by @lyselkatz

Gen; Roe and Smokey Prompt: canonverse; do what you like with it. (hmu if this is too vague.)

You Can’t Resist The Pull by @ksansart​

Speirs/Roe Speirs is not the kind to fall for soft-spoken, kind-hearted doctors. Turns out, Gene is just really good at hiding his skeletons. Quite literally.

EDIT: 

After The War by @onelungmcclung

Toye/McClung Prompt: The Joe Toye Post-War Happiness Project Joe finds love and happiness after the war, and comes to accept himself better.

Final words: Being an admin on this event has been such a gift and a treat, and I want to thank every single member of our community who participated with prompts, works, or just your wonderful selves. <3

If you submitted a prompt that didn’t get filled, we highly recommend you submit them to the Loose Lips Sink Ships Prompt Meme! Similarly, if you’re a creator who thought this was/looks fun and are looking for deadline-free prompts and inspiration, absolutely check out LLSS! <3

Of course, if you have submitted a work that hasn’t gotten featured on this list, please message us here or on Discord as soon as possible and we’ll rectify the mistake!

As always,

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if you’re a BoB fan looking for a community <3 

See you at the next event! <3 <3 <3 

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Mobile Masterlist ***(updated 11/15)

Allright! The MASTERLIST. The MASTERLIST for tumblr, the MASTERLIST chosen especially to organize my work for tumblr, tumblr’s MASTERLIST. That MASTERLIST?

Here it is, kids!

NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST

Dick Winters

Everything Will Break: part one, part two

Hiding From the War We Claim to Fight For: part one, part two, part three, part four***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Lewis Nixon

I’ve Yet To Taste, You’ve Yet To Indulge (Allow Me To Remedy Both) ***

Band of Brothers Greetings

Our First Defeat: part one***, part two, part two and a half, part three***, part four, part five

Carwood Lipton 

On Days Like This: part one, part two, part three***, part four, part five

Nothing Dulls Your Foolish Shine***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Lynn “Buck” Compton

You Are Mine, I Am Yours***

Band of Brothers Greetings

Drabble***

Untitled Buck smut/angst

 Denver “Bull” Randleman

Touch Me With Your Hands Until I’m Yours***

I Pity The Grave That Tries To Keep Me From You

There’s A Reason It’s Called Liquid Courage

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Eugene “Doc” Roe

Never Be Sorry, Not For This: part one***, part two***

You’re All I’ve Ever Wanted, All I Want to Know: part one***, part two***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Joe Liebgott

Darling I’m Just Not Okay: part one***, part two, part three, part four

You Calm The Storm, You Give Me Rest***

Untitled Bill x Reader x Lieb smut

Untitled Chuck x Reader x Lieb smut (part of the Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home-verse)

You’ve Been Sad (I’ve Been Lonely)

Boys Who Speak With Silver Luck*** (unofficial sequel to above fic)

Caught In Your Riptide, Can’t Let You Know: part one***, part two

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Ron Speirs

Ignorance Is Blitzed: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven***

It’s Not About Dibs

Forgiveness Is Divine

A Rare Night of Peace

What We Want and What We Can Have: part one, part two

I Wish I could Leave This Alone... (guest starring role)***

Drabble***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Johnny Martin

If You Need It, Then I Need It***

Untitled Johnny smut

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 George Luz

Untitled Luz smut

Drinking Up This Sweet Decadence*** 

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Edward “Babe” Heffron

I Wish I Could Leave This Alone (I Know How Much You Want Me To)***

Untitled Babe smut

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Bill Guarnere

Inherent Risks of Loving A Wild Man: part one, part two***

Untitled Bill x Reader x Lieb smut

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Don Malarkey

Lay Your Hands Upon My Chest (and Call It Home) 

I Know I’m Guilty (It’s Not Your Fault)***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p3

 Darrell “Shifty” Powers

Untitled Shifty angst

Untitled Shifty smut

drabble***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p3

 Joe Toye:

You Can Just Stay (Under This Weight)

Knees Known to Go Weak When You Pull Me In***

NSFW Alphabet***

 Harry Welsh

My Ruin is Heaven Sent and Battle Tested***

 Chuck Grant

The Splendor of These Exploding Skies (Yet All I See Is You)***

Untitled Chuck x Reader x Lieb smut (part of the Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home-verse)

Drabble***

 Floyd Talbert

Your Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home***

Into My Body, You Just Fold***

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡ (under edit consistently)

link that can help: fandoms i write for

— 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐒) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

prologue. part 1 part 2 part 3

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— 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐤-𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚)

𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎

MESSED WITH THE WRONG B*TCH (multi-part) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍-𝐉𝐔

SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND, SHE'S A REAL BAD B*TCH

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— 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

meeting him again

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎

meeting him again

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— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝟏

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

jimmy, you sneaky bastard

accidental crashes and accidental confessions part 2

your love is sunlight part 2

i want to look into her eyes.

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— 𝐦å𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎:

damiano with a gilfriends who’s the complete opposite of him

pleasure, little treasure (warning: slight intoxication)

cold hands, warm hearts (warning: cursing, arguing, bad family –or just mommy issues?)

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒:

slight morning smut (warning: slight smut obv)

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀:

nothing yet

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍:

sharing clothes

braids and bucks (warnings: smut)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

what they look for in a relationship

girlfriend only sleeps in panties

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— 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

being internet-friends with tom -pt. i. -pt. ii.

going on a late-night road trip with tom 

drabble #1

relationship memes #2

edgy!tom holland would include…

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— 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐋𝐔�� (𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍)

taking care of sick!dominic

dominic takes care of you when you’re sick

dom in the 90s would include...

relationship memes #1 #2

daddy’s bratty girl (nsfw)

cuddling with dominic

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— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

no sleep (sister!reader)

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— 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

what they like the most about you - (dick winters, lewis nixon, eugene roe, ronald speirs, joe liebgott, daniel webster, george luz)

what they like the most about you (babe heffron, johnny martin, carwood lipton, bill guarnere, floyd talbert)

what they’re like with a plus size!reader 

when someone other flirts with you (dick winters, lewis nixon, ronald speris, eugene roe, joe libegott, george luz, carwood lipton, johnny martin, babe heffron, bill guarnere, joe toye, floyd talbert)

memes 

they find out your self-harm 

standing up for you (group!platonic!)

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

dating richard while working at the secret society

𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐄

a lazy day with eugene 

i promise (oneshot)

𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍

what a shame (it’s fluff)

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍

pda with babe heffron 

𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒

fire in my soul 

𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓

obsessed with your body

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— 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘

reactions (sfw)

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

reactions (sfw)

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— 𝐈𝐓 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗)

𝐖𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐅 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒

wyatt oleff fluff alphabet

stanley uris fluff alphabet

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— 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

being billy’s younger sister and helping max (platonic!)

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

having a power and dating steve

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— 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈

soft moments with loki 

you’re not the girl i know 

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

being loki’s daughter and dating peter parker

↳ drabble #1

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅

i’m gonna say i love you, am i not? 

saving pietro’s life with your love and some cookies (that’s a hard ass title awr)

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂.

going on a girly day-out with natasha and wanda (platonic!)

dating a maladaptive dreamer!reader (pietro, loki, bucky , t’challa, stephen strange)

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— 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇É𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

my angel (pure fluff)

timothée helps you with your anxiety 

tutoring each other (just fluff) 

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑)

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

darry rescues you from your abusing relationship

[bellewintersroe]

hi i wondered if you could do some headcanons about tab And christenson

hey you! So sorry for the horrifically late response, Im back on my band of brothers fixation- thank you for your request!! &lt;;3 - tw mentions of smut and 18+ content.

Headcanons with Talbert + Christenson:

Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson:

Ugh such an underrated character it’s so frustrating.

I feel like you’d see him running in his PT gear and omg you’d be soooo impressed.

would see you watching and literally smirk whilst he’s jogging.

lingers around after all the guys are gone, purposefully so he can talk to you.

probs brings up something cheeky like ‘I haven’t seen you around here before?’

‘You smiled at me yesterday.’

‘I was trying to impress you and be all cool.’

I don’t think he’s very cool, he’s so open and honest though, he just admits almost straight away that he’s been admiring you.

doesn’t like competition, and I think he could potentially get jealous easily- so if he see’s somebody flirting with you in the pub he sits sipping on his beer with looks that could kill.

of course he knows somehow this is wrong, it gives him an icky feeling so he never lets on that he feels any form of insecurity. He wants you to think he’s strong and impress you.

just run up to the man and kiss him fr, he’ll smile against your lips he’s sooo cute omg.

probs giggles when you kiss him, I just know it.

Pat’s got an artistic side but he doesn’t tell you this until one day he asks if you can just sit for him and he’ll draw you.

“what the hell, are you gonna draw a stick woman or something?” You’d giggle, he’d come over and hold your shoulders still, smiling down to you with a modest laugh.

“No. I promise I won’t.” He’s right. If Pat promises something he sure as hell means it also- he’s a man of his word.

so when he shows you this fucking beautiful portrait you’re left quite literally speechless. How can this big, tough man produce something so elegant?!

Worries you don’t like it so lies that he’s gonna run Currahee, stealing the notepad with him and scurrying off.

when you assure him you do like it, in fact you love it, he’s so happy, flirting with you that you’ve got ‘a good face to draw’. It just took a real long time to actually find him after he’d initially scurried away lmfaooo.

but no he takes such good care of you and he’s so protective, if he was jealous his jaw would tense and he’d give the other man the biggest death stare ever.

not that he’s easily intimidated tho- he’s a handsome guy, and very secure with you, I feel like his love language is touch so omggg when you’re together in the pub with the others he loves it when you put a hand on his, or his lap, his fav place is his chest.

he literally gets the shivers when you run your hand down his chest, I think you’d be flirting with him and you’d be holding so much eye contact that he’d just cut off what you were saying with a kiss.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

Talking nsfw now, he 1000% compliments you so much during sex omg, like “you’re soo sexy.”, “you look so fucking good riding me like that.”

loves when you go on top and he can lay back and watch you, his eyes roll back and when he gets particularly close to finishing I can imagine him gripping your hips, panting and kinda has to tell you to either slow down (he doesn’t want to finish so quick) or praises you for being his good girl.

I dont think Pat would be too much of a risqué guy, like he just loves having sex with you in the comfort of a bed. Once you get to Germany and Austria you deffo make up for lost time and he’ll have you all over the different objects around the room.

Floyd Talbert:

I feel like it would be a friends into lovers arc?

tab proves to you he’s really not all that of a play boy, or the two of you grow super close and it just kinda happens.

like I can imagine him being all flirty at first, yeah, but then you two get quite friendly and Floyd ramps it down seeing as he thinks he’s been friend zoned. He has too much respect for you to flirt your head off.

the feelings are still there the whole time, and one day you just like… kiss? And I’m talking out of nowhere, your faces get real close one night after it’s been hectic and you two just kiss.

Expect Floyd to ramp it up again after that. He’s all yours and there’s no denying that, even if you have to hide it due to fraternisation rules if you’re in the army with him.

once you’re together he’s the type to be gazing at you from across the room, probably winks in your direction too.

the two of you literally go at it like bunnies, I feel like you’d need to make up for lost time of being friends for sooo long.

“I always wished I coulda’ had you like this, doll.”

“You look so good under me, don’t you? I should’ve made my move faster, huh?”

T even when you were friends, there’s a lot of men with not much respect about for women and he hates that. One particular night when you were ‘just friends’ some guy upset you and Floyd wouldn’t have it.

he chewed the guy out and threatened to ge physical, thankfully the guy left. After he’d just be bear hugging you and reassuring you- I think he’d almost let his feelings slip there and then, but I think he’d either get too scared or think it just wasn’t the right time.

deep, deep passionate kisses- especially when you haven’t seen each other in a while.

torn between taking you out on dates and just being alone with you, so you end up going to a bar or somewhere, sitting in the corner booth and making out the whole time.

speaking of which, Floyd has deffo fingered you under the table at least once.

I feel like if you matched his energy and did the same thing oh my god- he’d feel like he’d died and gone to heaven again.

“Jus’ like that, baby? You gonna cum for me?” Or, “doing so well for me, gonna make daddy cum, aren’t you?”

Yeah probs has a daddy kink and like 5000 others, although nothing too crazy, Floyd’s fav is just when you’re both naked under the sheets and he’s on top of you, able to wrap you as close as possible whilst he fucks into you. It makes him feel safe.