#Rhah(platoon)

[senka-mesecine]

Something about rhah vermucci is so attractive to me, like yes king woo me with your weird Old Testament references about how I’m ruining your life!! Ruin my life!!

I think this man has an incredible theatrical flare alongside a tremendous way with words when he truly wants to and that's just the truth.

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD

"Oh, this here ain't Taylor, Taylor been shot. This man here is Chris, he been resurrected."

-King

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Welcome to the underworld: part 2

[cassieuncaged]

Grave Bound - Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Summary: Maggie writes letters she never intends to send.

TW: nightmarish imagery, wounds and slight medical gore, language, etc.

WC: 3 K

1970

Their encampment was combined with another as soldiers were sent home, alive or dead. They’d began to drop like flies after Elias’ ambush. Barnes’ had been apprehended, King’s tour ended, Taylor and Francis were injured, O’Neill was transferred to another platoon, Lerner and Wolfe sniped during an attack. Maggie hardly recognized the faces of the dying men being carried into the meager infirmary. There was always the fear that she and the other nurses would be next. Something that became reality rather quickly when fire began to rain down upon them in the middle of the night.

Napalm exploded in the middle of their camp as hellfire roared and crackled from every direction. Dirt was upended in explosions of dust and sod as a thicket of teak trees were set aflame. Maggie and Rachel sprinted outside, following Caldwell to the makeshift barracks. Men scurried about to fight off the invasion as another sheet of canvas shriveled to ash.

Harris shouted orders as Rhah and Warren led their squads into the ensuing battle. Shrill screams broke through the night as terror enveloped them all. Nurses began to dart from their tent as a new wave of flames erupted. Rachel led the way into the burgeoning wall of flames as Maggie followed suit. The brunette easily hopped to the far end of their barracks where a distinct voice could be heard while Maggie helped Mary evade flames licking at bare ankles. The blonde held the meek woman in a tight embrace before disappearing into the labyrinth of gunfire and smoke.

“Shit! Mags!” Rachel roared, “It’s too late for Debbie.”

“We’ll mourn later. Get the hell out of there!” mustering the best scream she could, Maggie lunged forward as the flames grew higher. Soot and ash sprinkled hotly against bare shoulders as a flimsy bunk pelted forward. Pulling the mattress off the frame, the red head reached back to grab the other woman’s hand.

Fingers barely touching, Rachel was pinned back against an open flame. Panicking, Maggie stumbled to grab at the metal with a shred of fabric. She nearly burned the skin off her palms when Rachel’s hair caught on fire. Singed and burning, tan skin blackened as long chestnut locks were charred to a melting scalp

“Run!” Rachel demanded in a shriek before letting out a blood curdling scream. The woman was completely engulfed, skin boiling as Maggie struggled with the concept of leaving. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sprinted for the exit.

Another explosion rattled the structure, sending her plummeting to the ground. Before she could get back to her feet, a piece of metal wobbled forward and pinned one hip down. Letting out a silent scream, Maggie struggled to get anyone’s attention as her was reduced to hoarse whimper. Digging her fingers into the solid ground, she attempted to wriggle free. Overtaken by a white-hot pain, she screeched as loud as possible. The sound of boots squelched in the mud outside, though the woman had no way of knowing who it was before vision swam and flickered to nothingness.

……

The nightmares haunted her every night, being trapped and to burn alive like Rachel. One of the closest friends Maggie ever had, ripped so unceremoniously from the world. She often wondered what the boisterous woman would be up to if she were still alive.

Rachel was the person Maggie had always aspired to become. Strong and direct, she had often stood up for the red head who’d always been inept at handling conflict and confrontation. Something that was painfully relived as she recovered in her parents’ home. Thankfully, it was spacious, affording the nurse more than enough privacy from a rather apathetic Carol and Lou. Recovery wasn’t as grueling as expected, other than a limp resultant of a hairline fracture and treating residual burns.

The skin was festering, scabbing with pus as her body slowly repaired itself. It still stung, especially as the woman changed her own bandages every morning. Peeling away another layer of damaged skin revealed bright pink beneath it. A dollop of lotion was applied heartily. Hissing at the contact, she coated the entirety of the wound from sternum to pelvis.

A jagged piece of gauze was gently taped to the expanse of her torso, burns stopping short of her breasts and hip. The doctor had mentioned extensive scarring, something had made her heart leap into her throat. She was only thirty; surely she wouldn’t be marked for the rest of her life? It was a superficial worry, one Maggie attempted to shake; she’d come back alive, that was enough to be grateful for. Shrugging on a loose-fitting dress, the woman slowly padded from the bathroom to the dining room table. Her father was likely at the office. Her mother busied about in the kitchen, stalking to the doorway as she retrieved a set of stationery.

“You’re up late.”

“Decided to sleep in,” Maggie tried to mask her annoyance; she’d never tried very hard to better their relationship. “Wasn’t feeling all that wonderful.”

“Did it help?” the words were caring though Carol remained thoroughly detached. Messy hair bobbed as she sat at the table, checking the ink in the pen before pulling out a fresh sheet of paper. A soft sky blue, cheery yet subtle. “Haven’t seen any of those make it to the mailbox.”

“That’s because I haven’t sent them.”

“Don’t you think your friend would want to read them?” The nagging coax was painfully saccharine reminiscent of a mother who never cared until she had to.

“I’m not writing them for Elias. They’re for me.” That had been the truth; the letters felt like the last connection they had, the only true closure she’d ever really get. It was less painful then sending them to his likely grieving parents only to hear the news she never wanted.

“Whatever helps, dear.” Sighing, Carol strode back into the kitchen with a swish.

“I finished the lacquer on that crucifix.” Maggie called out in a hopeful attempt to bond, “Maybe we can hang it above the mantle.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Margaret,” she scoffed from the other room, “That’s where the family portrait goes. We’ll find a place for your little art project, don’t worry.”

Hanging her head, Maggie couldn’t say she was shocked. But it made her heart ache all the same. Instead of beating a dead horse any further, she attempted to bury herself in the letters.

Nothing ever really quelled that aching feeling.

……

Dear Elias,

I’ve never been one for writing letters. But I can’t help but thinking that I owe you that much. Every time I call the operator for your home phone number, I clam up and slam the receiver down. It’d be a lie if I said I wasn’t afraid. Afraid that you aren’t roaming the world anymore.

Frankly, I don’t think my frail heart could take it. You’re the one person I’ve had such a deep connection with and it’d be painful to find out that such a bright flame had been put out. I wish I could punch Barnes in the face all over again. Break his nose and chip a tooth.

Suppose you wouldn’t even know what I’m talking about. I know you aren’t one for violence any more than I am, but I pummeled that monster during your operation. Rumors spread pretty quick while Harris handled the legalities and I went rabid…I never got an answer for why he did what he did. Maybe because of that day you never told me about, the one in the village. I’m sorry for whatever happened there and that you couldn’t help. It’s all so trivial now. I fell apart when Taylor told me what happened. Even if you didn’t make it, I’m glad the boys found you.

I wish I could’ve held your hand and wiped the sweat from your brow during surgery. Maybe it’s for the best they didn’t let me near the operating table; Caldy said they had to work fast to get you ready for transport and everyone was afraid I would have just cried my little heart out and been in the way.

They would’ve been right.

Hoping you made it. For both of our sakes. Even if I never see you again, I just hope you’re still out there breathing. The world will be a little darker if you’re not.

……

Elias,

I have nightmares almost every night.

Mostly of Rachel.

I miss her greatly. She always said she’d find me when everything was over. What a lovely soul, even if that mouth of hers got us all in trouble. That woman could talk herself out of anything. Once she all but called Caldy an ‘old bag’ to her face. But every word was sugary sweet, oozing with confidence that Caldwell just smirked and let it go. 

Remember how she’d get drunk and dance to The Doors back in the barracks? I think all the Bravo squad boys were in love. So vibrant and full of life. Now she’s gone and this damned war is still rolling on. As far as I know, I’m writing letters to a ghost. Still, I’ll continue. This is the closest I’ll ever get to goodbye.

‘Goodbye’.

What a terrible word. I never wanted to say it to you. I never thought I’d find someone that would fall in love me after my failed engagement. Then there was that bright smile beaming at me at base. That honeyed hair blowing in the hot wind, eyes that could pierce through my entire being…

You told me once that you didn’t think you were anything to look at. That’s a lie. I met the most handsome human on the planet. Lost him too. You’ll never know how much our time together meant to me. In those few years our paths crossed, I shared more with you than I had with anyone my entire life.

Always been a bit of closed book. But you took the time to actually open me up, give me a read…

Now that chapter is over. I wish it could’ve gone on forever. If only we met on a vacation or at a movie theater, we’d probably still have each other. And that cottage with the garden, a couple of dogs and a cat…

I’ll have to write another chapter on my own soon, but I don’t want to.

……

Dear loverboy,

Remember when King would call you that? Your ears would turn bright pink. It was cute. I miss him too. Thought about finding his number and giving him a call. See if he and Diana are still together. I hope they are. But if I call, then I’ll find out what happened to you. I like not knowing, even though it’s selfish.

I didn’t start this to ramble. Life has been rather eventful lately, and I wanted to share with my closest friend. My invisible friend. Sharon, my sister, has been lovely. That woman has always been more of mother to me than our actual mother. She snagged me a job as a school nurse in Brooklyn. Can you believe it? I’ll actually get to move to the big city. Well, the bigger city.

I’ll have to stay with her, Jimmy, and the baby until I can afford my own place but I don’t mind. Maura’s not a fussy baby. She loves when people smile which means she’d probably adore you. Maybe not as much as me, but a close second.

Shar’s the best. Did I tell you she surprised me with a kitten for my birthday? I guess it has been a while since I’ve last written. I’ll send a photo. I’ve named her Maddy. Carol and Lou aren’t crazy about her but they’ll keep that to themselves. I think they pity me. They shouldn’t. Because I have sweet Maddy to keep me company now.

She loves this toy I made her out of silk ribbons. Her little orange paw always swings out when it slithers by. What a cutie.

At least I’m not alone anymore.

……

My Dearest, 

Do you still think about Hawaii? I think about it a lot. Not just…well, you know. The entire week. I forgot how good it was to have running water and hot meals. But to have you by my side? A blessing. The sunset on the Pacific was the prettiest one I’d ever seen. Pink bleeding into orange, waves of azure…it was a painting. You said I was a painting though I’ve never agreed with that. Everything just fit into place, like a puzzle. I miss the talking the most. Especially at night, in bed as the ocean lapped at the beach. We hadn’t known peace in so long.

Talking about sad childhoods or being excluded by family, I discovered that you and I were so alike. How you and King grew up together. You said he’d been more of a brother to you than your actual brother. Which makes me glad there was someone around for my sweet Elias.

This might seem crass, but I think about you when it’s late at night. How you kissed me so deeply like life itself depended on it or how those fingers memorized every last inch of my body. I didn’t know I could feel as good as I did then. And memories don’t do it justice.

I wish you were here. I’m tired of missing you  this much. I wish you were here to hold me in those arms, those warm and inviting arms. I long to hear your heartbeat, to feel your chest rise with every breath.

I miss you. And it hurts.

……

I’ve given up on formalities at this point. I’d rather just pretend we’re having an ongoing conversation…

My new apartment is cozy. There’s always a car honking or kids jump roping outside. It’s not very quiet but I like the bustle of the city. Close to Sharon and Jimmy. She didn’t want her baby sister straying far. You’d like it, Elias. There’s a lot of quaint little record and antique shops, a deli that has the best sandwiches known to man, someone is always walking their dog down the sidewalk. I remember how much you loved dogs. If you’re still out there, I hope you have a dog. That would make me happy.

Also, if I ever send this, please enjoy smudged paw prints; Maddy stepped in the ink and made a mess. I’m about to start my nightly routine, put on Joni Mitchell and smoke by the windowsill. Your favorite herb, that is.

I can’t stand the taste of tobacco; too harsh and bitter.

Here’s to hoping I can wrap these up soon. As much as I miss you, I miss myself. I’m afraid the war has stolen from me what I can’t get back. A part of me is gone forever, I know that much to be true. 

……

You’re a ghost, I hope you know. Every time I close my eyes, I’m haunted. There’s tears rolling onto my pillow nightly. ‘It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.’ Excuse my language, but that’s bullshit. Nothing is quite as painful as having lost love. I met a bright light in the dark, and now I’m in the dark once more.

I don’t know how to love again.

What we had was so passionate and beautiful, I’m not ready to give you up. Not yet. You were there and then you were gone and now you haunt my mind.

I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. No one.

I’ll always love you, ‘Lias.

1973

He sat on the sofa, Major resting his snout on one knee as the letters were slowly thumbed through. Tears welled in the corner of tired eyes as every word soaked into his soul. She’d laid her heart bare, exposed and beating. Feeling his heart shatter for the thousandth time that evening, the admission of love was enough to drive him back to tears. She’d said it once before, while he’d never returned the favor.

Grabbing for the phone, he twisted the cord around his thumb while punching the numbers in. Muffled ringing echoed in his ears. It was late and she was likely in bed, but this was important. It couldn’t wait.

He’d waited long enough.

“Hello?” Her voice was hoarse with sleep when the call was finally answered.

“It’s so good to hear you.” Biting back his sniffles, he grinned into the receiver.

“Elias? Are you alright?” Suddenly panicked, he could hear the sliver of restraint in her voice stopping her from bolting out the door to come to his aid.

“I’m fine. Just reading through your letters and I needed to tell you something.”

“If it’s to make fun of how cheesy they are, please keep it to yourself.”

“I love you,” he blurted out, “I should’ve told you that a long time ago. But there was never a good time.”

“Oh, Elias,” she sighed softly, feeling her heart rattling against her ribs. “I can’t even begin to explain how much I love you.”

“You already have, Wild Child.” Major licked away the tears from his cheek as he beamed in the lamplight.

[headoverhiddles]

How The Platoon Characters Would React To Dominating You In Bed

Requested by @thevideonasty

Elias (Sweet daddy)

Elias gets turned on very easily, so when you bring up the idea to him, he’d immediately get the bedroom eyes. 

Elias is a switch in bed, so he’d be all for trying this. He’d want to establish clear rules beforehand though, to make sure you were comfortable with everything. He’d love watching you undress for him, and he’d favor instruction, telling you every little thing to do. He’d tell you to take off your shirt... then your panties... then get on the bed, and wait for him. He’d tell you to touch yourself, then he’d promise a night you’d never forget. 

Coaching you through making yourself come while watching would be a big thing for him, but he’d also get pretty rough position wise (holding you up against a wall, on the floor, from behind) if you two had established boundaries.  

Chris (Shy baby boi)

Chris has barely gotten used to the idea that you two are fucking, let alone this. He’d be completely scared shitless to do it, but while you assure him you could keep it vanilla until he’s more comfortable, he wants to make you come hard any way he can (he always wants to prove himself). 

In bed, he’d favor restraints on you, and as the night goes on and he’s completely in control of you and your pleasure, you start to see him in his element-- Chris has a rough side buried down there (I’m talking consensual slapping, spanking, whipping, intense stuff). He starts to really enjoy it more than he thought he would, until he gets to the point where he’s actually hard just from seeing you tied up. 

From then on, he’s ditched the vanilla Chris-- he loves domming you whenever you have sex. As of late, he’s taken an interest in fucking you or getting you worked up in public places... ;) 

O’Neil (Asshole daddy)  

O’Neil, as mentioned, is extremely two-faced and a completely different person in front of the guys than he is with you. Seeing as you wouldn’t bring up your sex life in front of the rest of the boys (as Red does frequently with much rewriting of history, unfortunately) you’d ask him in private. 

At first, he’d be nervous. This boy is a textbook bratty, mouthy bottom (though he tells everyone he’s an absolute animal in bed). He likes getting pegged, he likes being tied up, he likes being told what to do. So when you ask if you could switch and he be the dom for a night, he’d be hesitant. “But, uh, but uh, what about our little understanding, sweetheart? Huh?” But he’d eventually agree to try it. 

He’d enjoy it for the psychology of domming you. He’d enjoy feeling like he’s got power in some aspect of his life, and it would feel good for the night... until you’ve got him back on all fours the next lol. 

Barnes (Grumpy daddy)

You’d think Barnes would be no stranger to being dominant in bed, which is partly true; he is, by nature, a dominant partner. But actually being a dom is new to him, and he’d need a LOT of convincing to go through with it. He’s a simple southern guy, who likes simple southern sex (did I just write that?) He’d tell you, “When you fuck, you fuck to get the job done. Not to play around like idiots.”

However, you’d use your powers of seductive persuasion on your grumpy ass of a boyfriend to your advantage, and explain (while rubbing him through his uniform slacks) that it would make you very, very happy if he could pin you down, take control, and be your daddy for the night. He’d finally smirk at you, rolling his eyes. 

“Hard for a man to argue with a woman’s got her hand around his cock.” 

King (Sassy daddy)

King is a very open lover, open to trying new things-- whatever he can do to make you weak for him, he’ll do with gusto. He’s very in tune with sexuality and empathetic as well, so he’d know your buttons, where you wanted him to touch the most, making him the perfect dom. When you ask him to be your dom in bed, he’d rub his hands together and get that sexy, evil little grin, already imagining all the amazing things he can do to you that’ll make you fall apart for him. 

“You do know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, right babygirl?” He’d saunter over, slipping his hands down to squeeze your ass as his sexy voice melts over you like honey. “Cause you know... daddy... well, he’s got a lot in store for his girl tonight. You think you can dig it?” 

You moan. He’s already fallen into his role. 

Rhah (Bear hug daddy)

Domming is Rhah’s THING. He GETS it. He knows the rules, the codes, the set up, everything. So when you bring it up to him, he’d kiss you gently, and say, “Anything for my princess.” 

In bed, he’d worship you, calling you his queen. He’d want you to be vocal as well, just as he is. He’d want to hear all of your pleasure, in its purest, most raw form. He’s big on stimulation and erogenous zones, so he’d find all of yours, and while you tug at his belt that holds your wrists together, he’d kiss, lick, suck, and finger anything he so desired on the body presented to him. 

Let’s just say, you’re not falling asleep before you come at least 5 times. You might not even be able to get up the next day. 

Lerner (Pure baby boi)

“Be your what?” Sweet, clueless boy. 

You explain to him what you mean, and all the while, you can see him getting more and more aroused as you describe the situation. While he is pretty inexperienced, he’s always looking to learn new things and is extremely chill, so he agrees. “If you guide me through guiding you... I think I can get the hang of it, honey.” 

It ends in a fit of giggles for both of you. He’d get a little too into it, and want to make it perfect, so he’d pause after wrapping his hands around your throat, and lean in to whisper: “Is this the part where you call me, like, daddy or something?” 

You two’ll have to try it again another night, cause you both can’t stop laughing. 

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Platoon Preference~ The Boys As Daddy Doms

(God my gifs turned out bad)(Requested by anonymous)

(I’m not exactly well versed in this sort of thing but I tried. Hope this is what you were looking for!)

Robert Barnes~

Regardless of how you bring up the idea, Barnes will react in pretty much the same way. Mention it beforehand and he’ll study you for a moment before saying something perfectly “in character”. Accidentally call him daddy in the heat of the moment and; after he’s taken a second to comprehend what just happened, he’ll respond accordingly. There’s a bit of a difference but it’s not drastic and it’s always one that shows you that he doesn’t mind the new kink.

The title itself doesn’t really do anything for him; at least not at first, but the implication is, admittedly, arousing to him. He’s a naturally dominant person, he likes being in charge, so the fact that you’re happily submitting to him and asking him to give you orders is more than ideal.

He’s what you’d consider a brat tamer; he enjoys putting people in their place and proving that he’s in charge. He’s also had years of practice when it comes to being mean so if that’s your thing, you’ve found your perfect match. Humiliation, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, gripping your face roughly, pinning you down; he’ll gauge your reaction like a true professional and figure out exactly what you’re into down to a t.

Barnes has never been very good at aftercare, he’s just not that type of person; but if you’re with him then you probably understand that. He’ll help you clean up, make sure you’re alright, and maybe press a quick kiss to your forehead but other than that, he really isn’t going to do much.

It’s up to you to snuggle into him if you want some more skin to skin contact; he’ll never stop you from doing that even if he looks less than inviting. Just try not to be discouraged by his stoic behavior; he secretly enjoys it even if he won’t let you see that he does. 

Elias Grodin~

Although he himself isn’t into it, he’s the most prepared; and willing, out of the group of uninterested to “deal with it”; for lack of a better phrase. To clarify: He doesn’t have a daddy kink but he doesn’t mind yours. It won’t turn him on to hear you call him daddy but he takes it in stride and adopts the title into his own sexual vernacular because it turns you on; and he’s willing to do whatever he can to make sure you’re feeling good. 

Elias is a soft dom who occasionally borders on submissive. He’s a giver and he’ll spoil you more than he’ll punish you; regardless of how much you push his buttons. Sometimes he’ll pretend like he’s going to discipline you only to boop you on the nose and smile; knowing that his refusal to play along with your brattiness will be punishment enough. After all, he’s always been a fan of a little good natured teasing

That being said: you don't get off scot-free just because he isn’t keen on hurting you. He prefers killing you with kindness, tying you up and toying with you until you can’t take it anymore. He’ll go down on you until you're a quivering mess and his only response to your desperation will be to gently tap your cheek and quietly remind you to “look at him angel”. 

He’s the king of aftercare: cleaning you up, giving you little massages, praising you, and pulling you into his arms. If you thought he pampered you during sex then prepare yourself because you haven't seen anything yet. You just say the words and he’ll do it; he lives to see you happy. 

Chris Taylor~

Considering the fact that your sex life with Chris had always been relatively vanilla, the whole “daddy” thing probably just slipped out on accident; whether during sex or while you’re drunk/high. In the moment, he doesn’t say anything; mainly because he doesn’t know what to say and you’re either drunk or on the verge of an orgasm, but the interaction never quite leaves his mind. 

Because of that, he’ll force himself to awkwardly bring it up, asking you about it when your heads more clear: either somewhat teasingly bringing it up the next morning when you’re sober or mentioning it as you’re laying in bed trying to catch your breath. I feel like he’d probably mishear you if it were in the middle of sex so all of a sudden he’d be all stoic and you’d ask him if he were alright only to have him ask you who “Danny” is, forcing you to explain. 

He’d be quiet after your explanation and you’d sit in a sort of awkward silence until he clears his throat and shyly tells you that you can call him that if you want. It’ll be obvious that; even though he’s sort of embarrassed to admit it, he does like the title and secretly hopes that you’ll agree to do so, which leads to the both of you sharing a small, knowing smile. 

Something that’s become increasingly obvious; to him and to the rest of the world, is that there are now two sides of Chris: one that’s perfectly “good” and another that’s a lot darker. Nowadays, he surprises himself with some of the things that he finds himself enjoying. Slapping, degrading, hairpulling: he’s not into anything too hardcore but coming from a person who thought of themselves as vanilla up until this point, it’s a lot.

But like I said, there’s two sides of him. The minute sex is over, he switches back to the sweetheart you’re used to: helping you clean up and get dressed, asking if you’re alright, calling you beautiful and cuddling with you. He always makes sure that you know he loves you and that his less than respectful treatment of you in the bedroom is not a reflection of his feelings towards you. 

King~

It all started with a joke. King had made some teasing remark, something along the lines of “who’s your daddy” or “come sit on daddy’s lap” and try as you might, you couldn’t hide the fact that it had legitimately flustered you. Once he took notice of your reaction, he either joked about it or immediately used it to his advantage and got you in the bedroom.

King likes the title but he isn’t really into anything else. He isn’t a sadist, he doesn’t like hurting you; besides maybe a smack on the ass every now and again, but he’ll still be open to testing out the other things you’re into.

King likes to fuck you into your mattress. Even though he isn’t too big a fan of hurting you, he’s perfectly content with being rough, hard, and fast; but he can also go softer and slower if that’s more your style. He’s also pretty good with dirty talk; especially if it includes praise and teasing, so he can fulfill that part of your kink with ease.

It’s no secret that King is a softie; even if he likes to act like a smartass most of the time. He always asks if you’re alright when you’re finished and praises you; occasionally in a more joking tone but the sentiment remains the same. He’s also happy to throw his arm around you and let you snuggle into him once you’ve both finished and are catching your breaths.

Junior~

You’d probably tell Junior about it prior to having sex, maybe during a random conversation about what you’re both into as the two of you are shooting the breeze; it might have even happened before the two of you became a couple. He’d laugh, not in a mocking or malicious way but in a “really?” sort of “I don’t believe you” way. You’d then have to go into more detail since he’d definitely start to ask a bunch of questions.

If you thought he didn’t shut up before, just you wait until you call him daddy. The title boosts his ego up tenfold and you’re left to deal with his cockiness. He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to sex but having you call him that just does something to him; for reasons he can’t explain.

Like a mentioned before: he’s pretty vanilla. When it comes to him: he’s all talk. He’ll go on and on about this and that but when push comes to shove, he’s too soft on you; and too much of a coward, to really do anything. The kinkiest thing he’s into is dirty talk and maybe a bit of light choking.

Considering the fact that the two of you don’t really get into anything too hardcore, the aftercare you get into is also pretty casual. He’ll sit with you and let you lay on him, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and basking in the aftermath of your orgasms. If you want him to get you anything, all you have to do is say that your legs are weak and he’ll immediately stop complaining and do it with a cocky smile on his face.

Bunny~

I refuse to believe that anyone would willingly allow themselves to be vulnerable and tell this man upfront about their daddy kink so Bunny definitely found out by accident. You were in the middle of something sexual, the title slipped out and he stopped what he was doing, forcing you to repeat yourself before he did anything else, a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

For him, finding out that you weren’t as innocent as he thought you were was like finding gold. Sure, he loves thinking of himself as a bad influence but he also loves knowing what gets you going and being able use it to his advantage. He’s sort of an example of ‘be careful what you wish for’ because he is an absolute deviant and trusting him with that kind of crucial information will have consequences.

He loves seeing you flustered so be prepared for him to talk dirty in your ear at the worst possible times; or for him to tease you constantly. Want him to do something? You’ll have to beg for it, and if you don’t use the proper name, he’ll just have to punish you. Degradation, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, spitting. He’s a brat tamer and he isn’t fair about it in the slightest. If you want mean then he’s your man.

Bunny really is built for people who like feeling degraded. He’s not a lovey dovey kind of person and he isn’t going to pretend to be just for your sake. The most you’ll get when it comes to aftercare is a kiss, him fondling your ass, and a sultry good girl before he leaves the room or let’s you go to get yourself cleaned up. The longer you’re together, the more you’ll be able to condition him into being sweeter; but don’t expect much.

Once you really start to rub off on him, he’ll be more inclined to stay in bed and let you cuddle up to him, he’ll even run his fingers through your hair a little; just try not to mention it because he will refuse to do it again on pure principle.

Rhah~

The minute that name fell from your lips, he smiled at you like he had just won the lottery. The way he handles himself in the bedroom makes it obvious that he’s into that sort of thing so telling him was surprisingly easy. You might have even just slipped it into your conversation casually; using it when trying to convince him to “come to bed”.

Like I said before: he’s into it. He has a bit of an innocence kink and the two go hand in hand; at least in his case. Finding out that you were not only willing to call him daddy but also legitimately enjoyed it as well was a dream come true. He was wrapped around your finger the instant he heard it.

His dirty talk? A+. Anything you could have ever wanted to hear in a daddy dom, he says; all while calling you Angel and Princess. He’s also very versatile: some days he’s soft, some days he’s rough; it all depends on what he knows you want/need. But, regardless of the role he’s playing, you can expect things like hair pulling, spanking, cockwarming, and dacryphilia. They’re the main things he enjoys; that and just having you sit on his lap.

He honestly loves aftercare. He’s secretly a big softie so taking care of you is something that he genuinely enjoys; not to mention being able to cuddle you. Overall, he’s just the perfect person to be with if you want a daddy dom.

Gator Lerner~

You bringing it up definitely caught him off guard. When you told him you wanted to ask him about something, he was worried; thinking that it was something serious and/or bad. So you confessing that you just wanted to call him daddy and have him dominate you threw him for a loop; in a relieving sort of way.

He isn’t necessarily into it but he’s willing to give it a try. He’s a relatively vanilla person so anything that you get into is going to be pretty tame or a softer version of what you want but he’s making an effort and that’s all you can really ask for, right?

He’s definitely going to be a bit shy and awkward about it for a while; it’s something that'll take some getting used to. Regardless, he is definitely a soft dom. He doesn’t like hurting or degrading you; even when he knows you enjoy it, so don’t be surprised if he stops midway through saying or doing something; something that you’ve been wanting him to do, with an apology and a stuttered out explanation.

He’s always good at aftercare: he likes making sure that you’re comfortable and happy. He’ll help clean you up and get you dressed, asking if you’re okay or if you need anything else before he settles into bed next to you and pulls you into his chest. Please tell him that you love him because every now and again, he’ll feel a little insecure about not being able to do all the things you like. 

 Sgt. O’Neill~

O’Neill loves to talk. He’ll brag about his sexual prowess and the things he’s able to do to you to anyone who will listen but when push comes to shove, he’s actually rather submissive. He can be dominant but you’ll never see him more turned on then when you glare him down and shove him into a seat.

For that very reason, you’ll have to bring up the idea beforehand. He probably makes a joke out of it at first but that’s only because he thinks you’re playing around, and after that, he does it to hide his nervousness. It doesn’t really do anything for him but he figures that if you can fuck him six ways from Sunday every night, he can roleplay with you every now and again. After all, he doesn’t sub because he doesn’t know how to do anything else, he does it because he prefers it that way. 

He likes teasing you: likes talking dirty and being his usual snarky self. He also rather enjoys being able to do whatever he wants to you and have you beg for him; it boosts his already inflated ego. But spanking is the roughest thing he’ll do to you, he just can’t bring himself to do anything more than that; besides maybe pinning you down or roughly gripping your face. He’s pretty vanilla all things considered. 

Whenever he’s submissive, he doesn’t really need any aftercare but for some reason, his brain just does not allow him to believe that you could feel the same way. So, even though he’s a wham, bam, thank you ma’am sort of guy when you’re riding him until dawn, he’s actually very sweet and caring when he’s done being daddy. 

Lt. Wolfe~

You would definitely have to be the one who brings up the idea; mainly because you’d have to explain it. He’d be confused at first and probably think that you were joking around but once he asked a few questions and once you elaborated, he’d gulp and get a bit nervous; while also getting excited.

It would be an ego boost for him: the fact that you want him; of all people, to not just bed you but to be your daddy, it feels like a very important honor; not just some little kink. It’s the reason he’s so quick to agree to try it out and why; at least over time, he learns to really enjoy it. 

He’s a soft dom; he’s not good with punishment or being aggressively in control so he sticks to what he knows: being sweet and calling you pet names. He likes taking care of you and giving you everything you want. He also has a bit of an innocence kink: enjoying watching you act all shy and listening to you babytalk; though he finds the babytalk more cute than arousing. 

That being said, on occasion, he does have his really dominant moments; usually when he’s frustrated or feeling jealous. He takes his stress out on you, being rough and giving you every “depraved” thing you could ask for and more. After he does it for the first time, he’s a lot more open to experimentation; mainly because of how good it felt to see you laying there all sated and content. 

Regardless of what kind of role he’s playing, he’s always really sweet to you when you’ve both finished. He happily takes care of you, cleaning you off or running a bath for you and praising you between every word. And once you’re cleaned off, he’ll carry you off to bed, loving the feeling of you hanging onto and snuggling against him. 

[itmakesastatement]

Road trip with Elias’ squad~

A/N: I have absolutely no reason to do this other than boredom, sorry for any typos, also no warnings then slightly ooc behavior

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Ok this is gonna be v e r y chaotic

Lerner is screaming the lyrics to some song playing on the radio

Chris is either reading, calling his grandma, or crying

Rhah is drinking something, which you don’t know what it is, might be beer, might be Gatorade, might be bong water, who knows really

King is enjoying getting to screw with Gator and Chris, he’s basically like an older brother to them

You’re in the front seat with Elias, who looks fond of the chaos but 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵

Chris emerges from his corner of angst to offer you some food

Someone probably gets caught watching some adult content-

I would def recommend crawling into the back seat for cuddles, probably very cozy

Lerner at one point or another will definitely bust out his guitar, and most likely someone will put their foot through it on accident

He’s depressed for the rest of the ride

Also Chris stirs up some sort of old drama

Bc he thrives on the chaos

Tbh rhah probably falls asleep and SNORES for a good few hours

Lerner, Chris, and you probably get the “I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND” speech if you get too rowdy

When you finally reach the destination Elias, King and Rhah are exhausted but you, Chris and Lerner on the other hand are absolutely bouncing off the damn walls

Rhah threatens to duct tape you to the ground

Tbh I feel like this would be a very fun experience, would probs recommend

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Elias Headcanons #4

Credit as always goes to the lovely @glitter-and-gasoline for being a constant source of inspiration! 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  

His preferred nickname is ‘Lias 

He was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and grew up in Glendale, Wisconsin.

His birthday is June 29, 1937 at 10:13 PM.

He was 30 during the events of Platoon.

His sun sign is Cancer.

His moon sign is Pisces.

His ascendant sign is Aquarius. 

He runs naturally warm.

His favorite places to go for R&R were Hawaii and Australia.   

Preferred sleeping position is on his back with his SO laying on his chest with his arms around them. He also likes spooning (can be either big or little spoon) or both on their sides facing each other with his arm around them. As long as you’re touching in some way he’s happy.

His MBTI is ISFP-A (The Adventurer)

Can get a bit teary-eyed when his SO kisses his scars. He’s self conscious about them so any sort of positive attention towards them can make him emotional.   

Cries during sad movies.

Uses a cane sometimes when his leg is acting up. 

Gently encouraged his men to only get high/drunk when off-duty. He’s all for playing hard and getting smashed but doesn’t want anyone getting hurt or killed because they weren’t fully aware while on duty. 

Cried when he got to pet a Koala while in Australia during an R&R.

Kept his small collection of headbands that he accumulated throughout the war. Sometimes he still uses them when working in the mechanic shop.

There was an ongoing bet between Rhah, King, and Lerner for who could convince Chris to believe the most ridiculous fake story about Elias. They managed to convince him that prior to the war Elias was married to a drug-addicted actress in Los Angeles who got him arrested for drug possession. Elias had no idea about any of this until Chris told him he was “sorry about his wife.”     

[anniesrealthoughts]

I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. And the enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days as I'm sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah called possession of my soul. There are times since, I've felt like the child born of those two fathers. But, be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again, to teach to others what we know, and to try with what's left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.

Platoon

[jhonfalco]

Platoon (1986 Film) 🌎 Then and Now April 20, 2020 at 07:16PM

Platoon (1986 Film) 🌎 Then and Now 2020 Platoon is a 1986 American Vietnam War film starring: Keith David as King Forest Whitaker as Big Harold Francesco Quinn as Rhah Kevin Dillon as Bunny John C. McGinley as Sgt. O'Neill Reggie Johnson as Junior Mark Moses as Lt. Wolfe Corey Glover as Franci https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zIQWdy6g-g

[ferretfyre]

Academy Award for Best Picture:

59. Platoon (1986, Oliver Stone)

I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. And the enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days as I’m sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah called possession of my soul. There are times since, I’ve felt like the child born of those two fathers. But, be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again, to teach to others what we know, and to try with what’s left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.

[senka-mesecine]

Once again not really a request but more of an idea, imagine being anyone’s sister or friend and regularly trading letters with them (it can whatever character you like) and another character of your choosing (probably a friend of the first one, maybe even an enemy) seeing a picture of you or reading your writing and becoming enamored and trying to to discreetly find out more about you without being obvious

-and at this point if it’s ok I’ll call my self idea anon lol

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― Barnes? Discreet? Yeah, maybe, as discreet as the grave, actually, but it's more in the vein of him ordering, yes, ordering Wolfe to pull up a file for him off the records on so and so's family members and civilian life back home and deliver it to him pronto; for him, it's as easy as just asking for a thing and getting it because, while Wolfe might protest and initially say that's not exactly ethical or goes against regulations, the man, even though Barnes' superior, could just crumble beneath one look from Barnes' --- and there it is, Bob doesn't even have to elaborately snoop and find out things on his own. A folder is given to him like room service so he can collect whatever intel he wants on his subject of infatuation, doing so it to his heart's content leaving none the wiser. Nobody ever even really discovers he developed a fixation on, say, a platoon member's female relation back home because he neither lets on that he did and he leaves no trail of crumbs behind himself that could possibly compromise him. He's a bit like a brick wall. Can't get a read on him if he doesn't want to be read, especially concerning things that could be labelled as 'weaknesses', but regardless of his poker face, Barnes might just go as far as blackmail and intimidate Wolfe to get the intel he wants. Doesn't go as far as pointing the barrel of a rifle to his head because he doesn't have to; everyone's well aware he's capable of doing it and in that very fact is where all the fear is stored. Lets him pave an open road to whatever he wants, you included.

― Which is hilariously and hypocritically enough what Wolfe does for himself in case he's interested in a platoon member's family member back home except he doesn't say a word about it to anyone either seeing as how the man's rank is high enough for him to be able to get away with it if he wanted to but not so high as to ensure he has too much of a spotlight on himself. What's better, not too many people inside of his own platoon take him tremendously seriously, or in other words, while he's technically the go-to authority figure of the bunch nobody's all that convinced he has it in him to take charge of things enough in the first place, leaving most of the actual shot calling to battle hardened and more experienced veteran members of the squad, and ironically, this serves as a perfect smoke screen for Wolfe to find out whatever he wants about you mainly undisturbed and take relish in it entirely on his own time; he could be there corresponding with you for months and quite literally nobody knows jackshit about it, making him something of a dark horse. Would be wholly hilarious if Wolfe just survived the war and only later does it come out he got hitched with you during an R&R break and was actually married to you throughout the whole duration of the service and...nobody was aware of it whatsoever because he almost entirely flew under the radar of most of his compatriot's notice.

― I think Elias would be obvious concerning his affections, and in fact, he'd be so obvious he'd outright say it to however is receiving your correspondence from the outside. Might be as blatant as him having a blissed out smile after a particular high once he spews the undeniable truth that he likes you to whoever's lucky enough to be trading letters with you. See, the world's full of hate as is. One moment you're here and another, boom, you're a goner. Might as well spread the love while you can, because tomorrow, it could be too late and saying the truth? Well, that cannot possibly ever be wrong. That's Elias' philosophy. But even though he's tremendously upfront and transparent, he comes off as oddly dignified and respectful about it all. Almost like he's asking for permission in a weird way. Might have a private one-on-one conversation with your letters' recipient himself, separating the chat from unwanted jeers and comments in your general direction or making the whole thing into an elaborate joke the platoon can swap stories around. No. He's incredibly sincere. To the point that even squad members that don't like him take a second to listen because he had the balls to just come out and say what he had to say and really, you gotta (begrudgingly) admire a man for that. Suffice to say, if Elias is enamored, he doesn't hide it because he doesn't think things like that should be hidden. Probably handcrafts a little trinket that is meant to remind him of you because he has nothing else. Treats it like his special charm.

― While Elias is open, I think Bunny's open too, except in a completely different manner; his way of handling things is just bluntly saying 'I wanna bone your sister / cousin / friend, man!' and leave it at that and guess what, the whole platoon knows because Bunny brings it up whenever and however and it's a fact of life pretty much impossible to ignore seeing as how he is deliberately obnoxious about it; from intercepting letters, stealing them so he could read them or often times downright ensure the recipient never gets them because took them, sniffing the very envelope it came in, or just throwing in comments how the recipient should write home and bring him up in some shape way or form, especially and almost certainly if this is a platoon member considered weaker and greener than him, and namely, someone he can push around and bully a bit without too many consequences, Bunny will make his infatuation just about public knowledge. He will be perverted. He will be snide. Sarcastic. He will cackle. His conversation starts are pretty much always 'So, how's my girl back home?' even though, by all means...that's not his girl. He will be a show off. He will mess with the recipient. Telling them what lascivious (and often disturbed) detail they should add in one of the passages or doing something harrowing like giving the recipient a, say, human molar or nail of suspicious origin and insisting they include it in their next shipment out into the world.

― O'Neill asks Barnes what he should do when faced with the matter and yes, it's potentially as hilarious as it sounds, because Red could be there all twitchy and nervy, fully immersed into all of this, ranting and raving about his heart's desire for god knows how long to an otherwise silent Bob and in fact, Barnes doesn't even have to say anything to any of this as such; Red knows him well enough to deduce his answers and opinions from the man's expressions and eyes alone even if the conversation might very well be one-sided most days, but regardless, chances are Barnes gets saddled with the bigger brunt of O'Neill's lovestruck self to the point he gets outright sick of it. Might go as far as Barnes openly saying 'Will you shut up, Red!?' and pacify the man by doing something about the problem, simultaneously guaranteeing himself an even stronger allegiance to his own side by ensuring O'Neill gets whatever information necessary to get in contact with you. Yes, chances are, Wolfe gets intimidated into coughing up intel again. But, you gotta give something to win something and in Barnes' case, he made Red a happy camper and ensured the man would just about follow him and his orders straight into hell's fire. And all it took was getting the poor, salivating, lovestruck fool a picture of you.

― Chris Taylor pines. He's the king of pining. In fact, the only person who might initially know about his feelings for you could be his grandmother thousands of miles away and that's because Taylor writes about you to her extensively while you're there, writing someone else entirely within the platoon and the irony isn't lost on him and in fact, he internally constantly reminisces about it and how close yet how far you are, but the minute it becomes noticeable he's got that dreamy, far away look and that he's clearly drifting away, deep in thought more often than not, he might get a barrage of various people looking to influence what he should do on the subject and these advices go anywhere from very practical, to very unhinged, to very lewd to very wise. Barnes might not really care, so long as that sort of shit doesn't distract any of his men enough to get blown to bits while someone like Elias might encourage Taylor to pursue what makes him happy, because, it's good enough to feel good and if the thought of you makes Taylor feel good, he should embrace that sensation with both hands and never let it go, all while someone like King and Rhah could relentlessly tease Chris to no end. His decision, while a mosaic of all the various standpoints and opinions he finds himself surrounded by ultimately leans towards Elias' counsel, by the end of his service he musters up the courage of asking the original recipient of your letters for your contact personally and he gets it, because he has a little of Barnes in him too and he becomes toughened enough to do more than just pine.

― King composes a letter himself, baby and you best believe that; a letter intended to be sent to you, and provided the original recipient of your letters is a friend of his he'll just approach the man, hand him his attempt at a written declarations of love and cheekily, with the widest smile imaginable announce that it should be included in the envelope when mail's next shipped out and irregardless of the fact that, realistically, everything on that piece paper's a badly composed (possibly horny?) mess riddled with clumsy grammar errors, the heart and the intent is undeniably there and the guy's excitement is positively infectious. Possibly asks for someone to proof read it for him just in case and is very close to having someone else play Cyrano De Bergerac in his stead and compose a letter instead of him, something that sounds good and poetic, meant to leave a nice first impression right before he changes his mind because a love letter should come from the heart no matter how haplessly put together, coming off as shockingly idealistic and even something of a romantic about the whole thing, with an occasionally perverted remark thrown in there, of course. Probably gets so euphoric about it all he writes letters to you in advance right before the first one is ever even sent to you and he already has several lined up before he even gets a first ever actual response from you. Might even read it out loud to his friends with the brightest grin imaginable because he can't contain how happy he is. Life's good, man.

― Junior doesn't necessarily do anything about his infatuation per se because he's hellbent on getting the heck out of here first, 'here' being the army and 'Nam as a whole because there isn't a point in writing, getting his hopes up or even lingering on feels if he might be dead tomorrow, so he could go to some pretty extreme lengths to ensure he gets rotated back into the world by any means necessary and these extreme measures verge on self harm seeing as how he prefers to take his chances and get sent back hurt or crippled so he can seek you out in peace than get sent out in a body bag and never get a chance at all and the fact he's fixated on someone makes this desire all the worse and more potent, making him nervy and agitated. He's here breaking his ass on the daily and being pushed around when he could be out there, with you. Some people really get dealt a deck of shit. He doesn't have to know you at all. He never had to correspond in the first place with you. But, just the very idea he's enamored drives him to do reckless and even dangerous things because his pile of reasons is stacked ever higher and higher, with you like a cherry on top. If he drinks malaria infested water on purpose or downright hurts himself to get sent back home, it is genuinely in ways, inspired by you, because he ain't gonna be left shorthanded where a chance at normalcy and happiness is concerned. In fact, he'll do anything to acquire it and you. Even hurt himself.

― Similarly to King, Rhah might compose a letter intended for you himself, but unlike King, his is filled with complex philosophical prose, long winded descriptions, existentialism and almost esoteric explanations why he loves you and why he cares --- something or other about his soul, how it's been in a conflicted stalemate between good and evil for so long but he thinks he's finally a found a place he'd much rather belong and that's next to you. He probably carves out your likeness from a piece of wood or stone and cradles it while he writes and re-reads these passages or simply whenever he feels idle --- the closest way he could physically get to you right now, if ever --- and the more information he discovers about you, the more profound his pathos gets. The more you become a muse of sorts. Might burn some of the letters because he's convinced they ain't meant to be read or sent. Might roll up some of them with bundles of weed and if at all possible, smoke them and get high on them, the symbolism of that not at all lost on him. Might save some for himself almost like a manifesto of his inner life and thoughts, both hopeful and hopeless about his feelings, keeping them close to his heart (quite literally). Whatever the case, he's extremely introspective about how enamored he is with you and how it ain't realistic to act on any of it when any minute could mean death, choosing to do so from afar, inside of his own head, at least for the duration of the war. Man compiles enough letters written to you to be technically able to compile them all into an analytical novel.

[quadernino]

Platoon and Himizu have the same ending, and that’s because Himizu is a war film. Fight for the possession of your soul!

Platoon, Oliver Stone. 1986    Vs Himizu, Sion Sono. 2011

  { We did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. And the enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days as I'm sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah called possession of my soul. There are times since, I've felt like the child born of those two fathers. But, be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again, to teach to others what we know, and to try with what's left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life. }

  { Ganbare! }

[headoverhiddles]

Platoon is just military grade mean girls

Chris is Cady of course

Barnes is Regina, O'Neil is Gretchen and Bunny is Karen

King and Rhah are Damian and Janis

Elias is Aaron Samuels, the boyfriend Chris tries to get with but realizes he's TAKEN and it's against girl code

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

An orgy with the 25th division would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I’m pretty sure that this is what you meant but your request is included in this either way)

- Logistically, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t handle taking all of the platoon at the same time: it’s too much for any one person to take and frankly, after a certain point, it would just become a hassle.

- So, realistically, if you were intent on offering yourself up in the name of strengthening the troops resolve, you’d probably have to take them in; at least, two separate groups. And obviously, the selection for these two groups would come down to Elias’ squad and Barnes squad.

- Elias’ squad would probably come first; no pun intended, because they’re a) friendlier and b) have weed.

- Even though that sounds like you being high played a big part in this scenario occurring, it really didn’t. You were pretty much completely sober when the idea came up in conversation, just a little more relaxed than you would be without the help of a joint.

- The whole thing had started off as one big joke. You were off duty and sitting in the Underworld with the usual group of boys when one of them had jokingly asked how much it would take for you to let them have a go at you; most likely after they’d all eloquently whined about how they miss “pussy”.

- You; in an equally humorous manner, had said that you’d let them do it for free; prompting them all to holler and laugh.

- But there’s always some truth to every joke and by the time most of the parties members had left, the idea had ruminated and been on the back burner of the entire rooms minds for at least an hour. By then, the group was down to Rhah, Lerner, King, Elias, and Chris; all of whom you were particularly close to, and you were all sitting in a comfortable silence.

- That was when Rhah brought it up again, teasingly but also in a tone that was more serious than before. “So,” he’d said “you’d let us fuck you for free?”.

- Initially, you’d snorted, thinking that he was playing his typical game of taunting, but after you’d assured him that you would; still partially joking, he didn’t let the matter go and you realized that it was less of a gag than you’d previously believed it to be.

- As he continued to ask questions, you finally decided to put everything down on the table and asked “Why? Are you interested?”; suggestively but in a way that could pass as you merely messing with him just in case it was all an elaborate trick.

- He relaxed back in his chair with a wolfish grin and immediately agreed; asking if it was a “group affair” or if the two of you should go and find someplace more private. You answered that it was up to him and King spoke up, saying something along the lines of “Shit, I’m in.” before the rest of the room responded equally as enthused. Things took off from there~

- Before I get into the specifics, let me mention how your experience with those boys would lead to your experience with the other group of soldiers; then I’ll write down some details for each participant so you can imagine your dream dick rotation.

- Even if it was supposed to be kept a secret, in an area with close quarters where the only real privacy there is, is the Underworld and maybe a makeshift office or in the jungle somewhere, things don’t stay secret for very long.

- So, with it being nobody’s fault, word gets out to at least one of the members of Barnes squad; in one way or another, and they confront you about it.

- Even though you’re typically on Elias’ side, you’ve chosen to adopt an isolationist standpoint on most issues that occur in the camp and remain on relatively good terms with everyone. To you, it’s better to have friends in all different places since you never know who will be left after the platoon takes a hit.

- Which is why you weren’t completely opposed to spending a night with the men that your typical friends viewed as their enemies.

- It started with a comment made by Bunny. Like the little prick he is, after he found out about your escapade with their enemy, he’d made a bunch of insinuations and suggestive remarks to you while he tailed you around the base camp; letting you know that he knew.

- His comments culminated into the other members of his circle finding out about the night in question and asking about it themselves; probably while you were sat in the barracks with them. One thing led to another and you provided them with a little relief as well.

- Keep in mind, I’m going to write this part as if orgies are a regular occurrence for you just so that they’re as in character as they can be. But, now that we have that out of the way, let’s talk about the specifics~

Elias’ squad:

- Elias tends to put everyone else before himself, he’s also the most patient out of the whole group so while the rest of the boys are itching to get their turn, he’s willing to sit back and wait. But don’t worry, he does enjoy watching, he’ll usually tease you while you’re being touched and exchange comments with the other boys; things like how much you seem to be enjoying yourself and so on.

- He loves when the others are finished and you get to crawl up to him, paying him special attention while the others sit around completely sated but happy to watch. He’s slow and gentle in whatever he does, careful not to hurt you after the ravaging you just received. He’ll take whatever you’ll give him and take care of you afterwards.

- Most of the time, it winds up being him who gives you aftercare but occasionally, one of the other boys will help or want to do it themselves; it all depends on how touch starved they are that week.

- Chris is pretty shy about the whole thing and will usually wind up participating later on during the whole thing; especially at the start of your arrangement. He’s a little apprehensive; not because he doesn’t want to but because he’s unsure about having an audience, but the others will entice him enough to throw his inhibitions aside.

- He’s one of the boys whose behavior isn’t easily predicted. Some days he’s vanilla and soft, other days he’ll be rough and kinkier; it does tend to depend on the company and what his moods like. If he is being rougher, the other boys tend to holler at and goad him on so you’ll really wind up being fucked seven ways to Sunday.

- He’s likely to stick around for aftercare along with Elias; especially in the cases of him being rough. Having the older man and a soft woman like you around really does make him feel a lot better no matter the mood he’s in. He’s the least used to the war and moments like those bring him a temporary sense of normalcy that keep him sane.

- King is the one who is doing the hollering, and is the closest to Chris; besides maybe Elias, so that’s usually who he tends to share you with. He’ll take you from behind while the newbie takes you from the front; if you want to be dped that is. He’s also usually okay with just having your mouth on him so he makes it a lot easier to pleasure all your boys at once.

- He’s unabashed about the whole thing so while he typically isn’t necessarily impatient, he will just jump into things when the ball starts rolling since there’s no apprehension about what’s happening. He’s typically average when it comes to sex; not too rough and not to soft, but he’s always willing to go harder or faster whenever you ask.

- He usually checks in with you and makes sure you’re alright when he’s finished but leaves the aftercare up to the other guys for the most part. He’ll still stick around though: zipping up his pants and taking a seat somewhere while he calms down and shoots the breeze with the other guys. His presence is comforting in itself.

- Rhah sort of gets off on having other people there but he’ll almost always insist that you to look at him whenever your eyes start to wander to anyone else in the room. He likes to mutter out filth whenever he can and affectionately calls you a “dirty girl” quite often.

- He’s one of the more impatient members of the group so if somethings going to happen, he’s more often than not the one to initiate it. He’s also pretty versatile in his positions so he’s happy to fill in any role; or hole, that you want him to; and will usually bluntly ask where the others want to go or say where he wants to be when things are just getting started.

- He enjoys having you in his lap or pressed up against him so any position that has you resting on him or looking into his eyes is his favorite. He’s also secretly pretty cuddly so he’ll definitely steal you away during aftercare from time to time.

- Lerner tends to go along with Rhah whenever he has his hands on you. He’s a nice contrast of softness to the older mans domineering and oftentimes somewhat rough way of doing things. He’s also pretty lax about where he fits into things; though he favors being inside of you the good old fashioned way, so he works well with the oftentimes equally lax Rhah.

- He tends to be sweet on you, pressing kisses to your neck or back and stroking his hands across whatever skin he can reach. He also praises you whenever he opens his mouth; usually in between groans.

- He’ll typically just sit back with King and Rhah when they’ve finished, but he’s always happy to have you sit next to him whenever everything is said and done; even if he doesn’t mention it. He’ll always ask if you’re alright though; even if he doesn’t engage in much aftercare, and is usually the one to go and grab something if you need it.

Barnes squad:

- Barnes takes control of every situation he’s in and will typically throw out commands to anyone who’s involved. He’s incredibly dominant and will be at least somewhat involved during every step of the way; even if he’s only watching for most of it.

- Depending on the day, he’ll either go first or last, and will typically growl out little comments to you, gripping your face tightly in his hand as he “explains” to you what you’re “going to do”. He’s typically fairly rough but that’s sort of just how he is, he doesn’t baby people and if you go to him then you better be sure that you can handle him.

- He isn’t big on aftercare but he makes sure that you’re alright and that the other boys will look after you before he heads out.

- The little demon himself; aka Bunny, is always raring to go and probably the most impatient out of everyone. He’s pretty much got no shame and will whip it out the minute something is going to happen, pouncing on you the minute Barnes or you will let him.

- He’s rough and oftentimes slightly degrading, which will probably lead to you being rougher with him, though that’s honestly just giving him exactly what he wants. He likes taunting you and kinda likes when you taunt him back but it usually only ever leads to a cycle of filthy aggravation in the best way possibly.

- He typically isn’t big on aftercare but if Barnes is telling him to look after you, he’s gonna look after you. The fact that he was desperate for pussy prior to having the option to going to you also helps with his proclivity towards being nice. And, if you choose to curl up to him, it strokes his ego enough to be sweet and wrap an arm around you or absentmindedly card his fingers through your hair; like someone who typically dislikes cats having a kitten fall asleep on their lap.

- Junior tends to get the short end of the stick because he’s a little shit in Barnes eyes. Very little gets past the sgt. and if the cowardly man messes something up, he makes sure that he pays for it in one way or another. His impatience and mouthiness also annoys the older man so he tends to make him only watch for quite some time or will only let you use your hand on him.

- He’s on the more vanilla side and is typically looking to just get off as soon as he can so he doesn’t usually make a whole production of things. He gets in, gets things done; maybe with a little dirty talk to stroke his ego, and then let’s someone else take over. Bunny would love to mess with him while it was his turn or if he was being forced to just watch; taunting him or telling him to shut up whenever he’d whine.

- His aftercare really just depends on the day. Sometimes, he’ll just want to leave but other days, he’ll let you cuddle up to him while he talks with Bunny. Honestly, Bunny would probably get a little jealous seeing the two of you so comfortable and ask why you “never do that with him” which would prompt Junior to snort and say something snarky.

- O’Neil is borderline submissive and would probably get off on Barnes ordering him around. He probably gets to go first on good behavior and “warms you up” in one way or another. He’s typically fairly vanilla and “average” with his movement so he’s a good way to get yourself ready for the ever-wild and rough Bunny.

- With the other guys around, he’d probably be more compelled to try and act all hard so he’ll dirty talk quite a bit but it’s nothing like Bunny. It’s a lot of “yeah, you like that” sort of comments and doing whatever he can to make you moan. He’s the most concerned with your pleasure out of the group, even if he doesn’t make it seem that way a lot of the time.

- He probably gets sort of embarrassed by how arguably soft he is in the bedroom so aftercare is kind of a no go with him. He’ll be too concerned with keeping up his tough guy image that he’ll make sure you’re okay, maybe get you something to drink or clean you up, and then leave.

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I Was Born Of Two Fathers And One Of Them Was Female

I Was Born Of Two Fathers And One Of Them Was Female

The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days. As I’m sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah calls “possession of my soul.” There are times since, I’ve felt like a child, born of those two fathers. ~Chris Taylor, Platoon

I was born of two fathers. The Sun and the Moon. Earth and Heaven. Illumination and Reflection. Science and Magic. Reality and…

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What platoon characters do you think would enjoy being a parent the most? I think Barnes might enjoy the control aspect, while Wolfe would probably enjoy the praise and bonding

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― I mean, listen, Chris' probably expected to have some children. Wasn't that what he ran away from in the first place? Being conventional? Normal and ordinary? Just like his mother and father? Settling down? Adhering to tradition? Inheriting his status and doing nothing of note that's truly his own? Living a life where the path has be well trodden for him by those who came before? Depending how wealthy we tend to read Taylor as, heirs are undoubtedly something that was either wanted out of him before the war, during, after or generally all throughout his life one way or another, and while I don't think he minds kids as a concept (heck, he might even like them) I think he loathes the overall notion of being boxed in and having them because it's one of the to-do landmarks he's supposed to achieve for its own sake. Kids are fine. Just not under the circumstances his family and the environment he himself was born into expects him to have them which means I almost see Taylor having a long, rebellious and enduring phase where he doesn't have children on purpose precisely to combat this whole idea. Whether that makes him happy or not in the long run is a wholly different conversation, but point is he will make a difference and he will be himself no matter what.

― Which is the case for Wolfe too because I actually visualize him coming from a (military) family similar to Taylor's, in status, money and position but him actually walking the walk and having kids by choice and being...pretty good at it. Fairly well adjusted post war and what he lacked as Lieutenant in authority, skillset and success he might actually make up quite well as a dad, meaning...he'd be good at it. Meaning he enjoys it too, yes, you guessed it. What I'm trying to say is that while some people might be pretty bad at one lifestyle (this being the army and maintaining the upper hand of authority and respect) they could actually excel at an entirely different one (this being fatherhood) and Wolfe strikes me as the type. Strikes me as the type to be liked by his children too as opposed to his platoon who just...didn't really. Not tremendously, anyway. He wasn't cut for one time and place and he turns out be just perfectly well suited for the other and that's...not at all a bad conclusion to have. Quite the contrary. Might suffer from some stolen valor syndrome, admittedly, especially in front of his children who, judging off of daddy's stories, might think he was slightly cooler in the war than he really was, which I think would be the case for, say, O'Neill too. That man would paint such tall tales for his children they'd think he's won the war personally and singlehandedly.

― Kill me, but I almost see Barnes as a father of daughters. Multiple of them. Maybe even several. On purpose. That's what he wants and what he expresses to want. Sick of boys. Sons get brought up as a concept and he waves his hand dismissively with a disinterested, gruff 'Eh.' and doesn't go further on with any clarifications. Had a whole platoon of boys and by extension, countless surrogate sons and lets say by some happenstance he survives the war and returns home, he's had a whole platoon of boys and god knows how many of them he's lost, how many got shot, blown to pieces, smithereens --- so having biological sons of his own? Hell knows he'd only be recreating a dynamic he's left behind in the war and I think he's aware of that. Introspective enough to know the basic reality of things. He'd be the Sergeant all over again and the sons would be the grunts, but if they're all girls, that ain't as likely to be happening, is it? He can actually be Barnes instead of someone's superior. But then again, maybe that's exactly what he'd want in the most meta of senses. He's a lifer, after all. The war never ends. Just takes on different shapes in different places with different people. He becomes a father of sons and it's like he's sired another Taylor, another Rhah, another Junior, another Gardner, another Elias all over again.

― Envisioning Elias (or / and Rhah) as a cool uncle, frankly. Not to say he wouldn't have children of his own under any circumstance, but he almost strikes me as that sagely, non-judgmental, laid back family member or relative one could tell things they couldn't tell their own immediate parents. The family member offering poignant advice, counsel, help, support and almost selflessly serving as a third space away from one's own family. And yes, this is a role he'd very much relish. A role he'd be immensely good at too, indirectly being a better father figure than the actual biological father to these figurative kids or kid. Humble and excessively down to earth about it too. Isn't here to steal anyone's spotlight or eclipse anyone he's just...you know...kindly here when needed. A buffer zone of sorts. Think that would suit Elias perfectly fine because he'd retain the mystique (and freedom) of being a wise, empathic mentor all while not being a non-stop, possibly oppressive presence to where he'd lose his gravitas in the process bogged down in daily minutiae. He's not seen that often but when he is those are usually some of the most formative and lifechanging moments of that kid's life. What he teaches, as say, an uncle is possibly better remembered and more profound for that child than what the actual parents thought them.