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GOODNESS me

⋆·˚ ༘ CAN’T HARDLY STAND IT ⋆·˚ ༘

*ೃ༄ Richard “Dick” Winters x Fem!reader

*ೃ༄ Warnings: smut

*ೃ༄ Word count: 2,044

“You got me all tore up, all tore up.”

<——————— -AUSTRIA—————-———->

They couldn’t have picked a better place for us to stay stationed. Even now, while you gaze over the bright blue water, it makes you feel like never returning home.

But it’s not like you have much a choice of where you’re going anyway.

The sound of your pencil scratches the paper held in your lap. Drawing has become a hobby of yours to occupy your mind and keep it from wandering. It works most of the time.

You become so focused on making sure each line isn’t wonky that you almost forget about all the atrocities.

Almost.

A soft knock of the door behind you startles you.

“Y/N?” The pencil held in between your fingers leaps out of your grip and rolls onto the ground. Your eyes pace to the muddy ginger haired man who startled you.

“Sorry.” He says while stepping onto the balcony. His voice is soft, like he interrupted something important. You awkwardly laugh while regaining your posture.

“Don’t be. It’s your hotel room after all.” You tell him while glancing down on the unfinished page in your sketchbook.

He bends down and picks the pencil up from the ground. He looks towards and you meet his stormy blue eyed gaze.

You can’t help but feel entranced in them. Your hand meets his and grazes the calloused skin of his fingertips.

He doesn’t pull away-not right away but when his eyes meet yours, the action dawns on him causing him to retreat his hand back to his side.

He breaks the eye contact and looks over to your sketch book.

“You’re getting better at that.” He motions towards the drawing laying on your lap.

You run your fingers over the lines of pencil.

“Really? I don’t know. I can barely make out some lines.” You trail off suddenly self conscious about the smudges and half finished shapes.

But then he smiles softly and that wards away the feelings of self doubt. He leans against the railing of the balcony and his eye gloss over the horizon.

You place the sketchbook on top of the small metal coffee table next to the chair. You lift yourself up and stand next to Dick. Your hair slightly blows in the wind. The sweet aroma of your perfume has Dick almost hypnotized. He guesses you were gifted it by a local during one of the many celebrations around the town. Vanilla? Maybe, with something else sprinkled in the mix too.

“It’s so nice here. I didn’t know a place like this could exist.” You comment while looking at the mountains in the distance. The sun peaks above the horizon and the scene is truly breathtaking.

Despite the oasis of mountains and bright blue lakes that look straight out of a painting, Dick can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. Not when you’re like this, at peace and happy.

For once, in the few years of knowing you. You looked at peace. Your face wasn’t dirty and your hands weren’t bloody. You looked like a normal woman, one who had not seen the terrifying truth of war.

His eyes lingered for too long and you became aware of them. You turn to him and catch him in his stare. He awkwardly looks away feeling embarrassed but doesn’t let it show.

“How many points do you need?” He cuts through the silence of the atmosphere. You part your lips about to answer but then close them. The hesitancy of your actions tells him all he needs to know.

Dick thinks about placing his hand on your shoulder but he decides against it in fear of you pulling away.

“Too many.” You respond while fiddling with the bracelet clasped around your wrist. “It’s for certain, I’m going to the Pacific.”

The air thickens with tension as Dick’s heart drops. He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as he watches you fidget. The slight tremble in your fingers doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Don’t go.” His voice is low and quiet as if him saying it too loudly will make it all the more real. He sharply intakes a breath.

“You should know more than anyone that I have no choice. The only thing that can stop me now is a bullet to my head.” You try to laugh but it just sounds like a caught breath in your throat.

“I’ll come with you.” You turn to him with widened eyes and your mouth agape. You’re quick to disclose the idea.

“No. You earned your points, Dick. It’s time for you to go back to your home.. to your family.”

Dick watches the change in you- the way your shoulders square up and fists clench.

“I can’t let you go alone. You’ll get yourself killed.” He responds while trying to catch your sight. Your eyes glance to everything but him.

They narrow- not in anger but in something heavier.

“Then what, Dick? We both die?” You lift your head up to look at the horizon, where the sky blends into the snow capped mountains. In this moment, you wish you were a bird who could just fly away from it all. No god would ever grant a silly wish like that.

You take a deep breath and look at him. His eyes bore into yours. You can’t look away. “This isn’t some noble story. It’s just survival. One of us gets to go home and that has to be enough because that’s all we’re going to get!”

Your voice strains while the last few words turn into a whisper. You push yourself away from the railing. He reaches forward and grabs you by your wrist.

Before you could say everything you wanted to say, you couldn’t say anything because his lips crashed against yours.

At first you froze, the feeling of his lips are foreign to you, your thoughts stumble over the shock of it. Your breath hitches as the warmth of him seeps in. But then your shoulders relax and the reality of it all hits you.

His hands cup your cheek pulling you deep into the kiss. You feel his thumb gently beneath your eye. A wild rush courses through your veins and ignites a forgotten fire.

He pulls back and you’re left stunned with your heart slamming against your ribs like it’s begging for more.

His lips part away like he wants to apologize for acting on such a crude thing. He couldn’t believe how impulsive he’s being.

He can’t even utter a word as you push yourself forward and against his lips once again but more hungrily this time.

His hands hover over your waist with uncertainty but you grab onto them and place them down. Your lips move together with mounting urgency and longing.

You face your palm on the balcony door behind you and push it open. The morning light spills into the room. He guides you through the room barely breaking away from the kiss. The back of your thighs hit the edge of his bed. You sink into it, the sheets plush against your back. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

He hovers above you, his expression caught in between awe and lust. Your chest rises and falls. The few rays of sun dance across your skin. He can’t take his eyes off of you

“Y/N.” His voice is rough but quiet. You reach up and brush your thumb over his cheek.

“I want this. I really do.” Your hands glide down his back and softly pull up his white shirt and drop it to the side. He shivers at the feeling of your nails on his back.

He exhales slowly feeling the blood rush downwards. His calloused rough hands proficiently work at unbuttoning your top. The fabric parts for him to see your cleavage peaking from the pads of your bra.

He discards your top on the floor. His hands unclip your bra and slowly pulls it off of your skin. He sharply intakes a breath looking at how perfect your breasts are.

You catch him a stare “Is.. is something wrong?” You ask in whisper. He’s pulled out of his thoughts.

“ No.. You’re beautiful.” He bends down and starts to lightly kiss the soft skin of your breast. Your eyelashes flutter watching him. The wetness between your legs increases.

You move your hips up subtly to feel his hard length. Even though you’re both clothed you can feel his dick press against your clit. You sharply inhale a breath while feeling the sparks of friction.

He trails up towards your neck and sucks down on a particular spot that makes you whine. Your hands glide down towards his belt. You carefully unbuckle it and then his zipper.

He feels your hand slide down his boxers and gently trace up his length. He can feel himself get harder but then you pull away your hand. Your eyes catch each other and without a word you nod.

Soon the rest of your clothes are off and his are too. He rests his forehead against yours.

“Are you sure?” He asks and you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I’m sure, Dick.” You laugh softly and he smiles. He looks down away from your gaze and lines himself up into your wet folds. He slowly pushes himself into you. He lowly groans into your ear. It takes everything in him to not cum right there inside of you.

You whimper while your walls adjust to his length. His left hand is above your head holding his weight above you. The other rests on your hip as he leisurely pushes himself further.

A fog veils your mind. The lewdness of the situation makes your core tighten. Him. Your chest pushes up against his. He pushes your hips up as he thrusts into you.

You’re already a mess moaning at any movement he makes. He starts to set into a steady pace.

Every moan of yours sounds like an angel singing. He thinks of how pretty you look right now with plump swollen lips and half lit eyes. The idea of you makes his mind feel cloudy.

Every thrust he makes has your mound grinding against him, stimulating you without even trying.

His lips press kisses up your neck before resting on your ear. You can hear every moan that escapes his mouth arousing you further.

He picks up his pace and instead of deep slow thrusts he’s turned to fast strokes that has your back arching.

You wrap your legs around him. The filthy noises of skin slapping against each other fill the room.

Major Richard Winters. No. Just Dick. The man who’s stood by you throughout this entire war is now fucking you into the bed. This couldn’t feel anymore surreal.

The pressure builds up in your loins.

He becomes sloppy with each movement he jerks his hips in the right direction which rubs you in just right way.

It sends you over the edge into an ecstasy filled void. Your hips instinctively press further into him as you half hump his dick for more stimulation. Your hands cling onto his back.

“Dick!” You pant out while shaking. He comes undone inside of you letting a loud low groan arise from his lips. Your walls clench around his dick pumping him in a way. His hips twitch and he slowly stops his thrusts.

He stays inside of you for a few moments as you both come down from an orgasm. Your chests rises and falls while he watches you.

He pulls out and collapses onto his stomach next to you. His arm drapes lazily over your body. For a few moments the only sounds in the room are breathing.

He rubs circles onto your stomach. You catch his eyes gazing over to you. You smile as he reaches up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your hair. Dick breaks the silence.

“I’m coming with you. Whether you like it or not.” He says firmly, his eyes are locked with yours with unwavering resolve.

This time you don’t argue even if you’d deeply rather him not to. He’ll do what he wants and what he wants to do is make sure you don’t come home in a body bag.

“Okay.”

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The Barracks Bunny of Easy Company

Chapter 2 - After Midnight

chapter 1

warnings; smut smut smut. theres no plot to this fic series btw its just filth every chapter

disclaimer; as always this is about the actors 2001 HBO portrayal not the real men!

The duvet covered was slipping off your waist, your hips continuing to rock back and forth, heavy breathing escaped your lips. Nix’s hands were tight on your waist, guiding your hips. A regular occurrence between the two of you, especially if you both had a weekend pass, a few drinks out in a bar and then back to his hotel room in whatever city for a night cap.

His eyes watched you throwing your head back, your eyes were closed, finding a wonderful rhythm that hit just the right spot. The sight of you in such bliss was almost enough to make him finish right in you, but he always made sure you came first. The dim lamp on the side table lit up the room just enough to see your body and your face. The man was in awe of you.

Lew grabbed you tighter, and flipped you over, leaving you on your belly face down on the mattress, fucking you from behind because he knew that was the way you liked it. You could feel his dog tags dangling from around his neck on your bare back; your hands gripped the sheets. He always managed to hit the spot right. It was filthy, something out of one ofc those magazines. Your hair was a mess, cheek pressed to the mattress, almost drooling at Lew behind you, eyes almost rolled into the back of your head.

“Lew, I’m gonna- oh fuck!” Lew leaned forward; his chest pressed against your back as his hands wrapped loosely around your neck. Naturally, you arched your back in response, hitting that sweet spot, unravelling on him, lewd, sweet sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N, i gotta-“

“Nonono, please don’t-“ you mumbled, not wanting him to pull out.

“Are you sure?” His movements were getting sloppy, he was holding on, “I- “

“Ohmygod, please-“

“Fuck” He almost growled into your ear, his voice gravel and pushed himself off your back. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you as close as he could, going as deep as he could, his movements rapidly sped up for just a few seconds before an almost pornographic moan left his mouth. Hands never left your waist as you felt him spill deep inside you, not wasting a single drop. You’d never left him finish inside you before, hell you rarely let anyone do so but the way he was fucking you, you feared you could not let him pull out.

A cigarette was lit between your fingers as you sat against the wooden headboard of the bed, the bedsheets just covering your waist. Lew stood up from the bed, pulling up his boxers before walking over to the small table, VAT 69 waiting for him. Above the bed was a wooden cross, and you’d noticed a bible on the side of the table, and across the room a painting of Jesus.

“We’re going to hell” you spoke with an amused smile etched into the corner of your lips. Lew stood, pouring himself a glass, before walking back over, sitting on the edge of the bed right next to you.

“Oh 100 percent, no doubt in that” He mused taking a sip, his free hand coming to rest on your duvet covered thigh. You tapped the cigarette, leaving it on the ash tray before climbing out the duvet, leaning forward and kissing Nix hungrily one more time.

There was a sudden light knock at the door of his hotel room, “Nix?” It was Dick. The two of you pulled apart, and you dipped your head down, letting out a small laugh.

“Do you think he heard all that?” you mumbled, amused, against Nix’s shoulder blade.

“Definently- doors unlocked” Lew shouted back before taking another sip. You leant back in the bed, covering up your whole body this time with the duvet, not that you were necessarily bothered by anyone seeing you naked at this point.

“Nix I-“ Dick instantly paused upon seeing you laid up in the bed, and he wasn’t stupid, the state of the room gave away every sin you and Nix had just committed. His face flushed red almost instantly, his eyes quickly adverting away from your form, his hand suddenly became oh-so interesting. The flustered state of Dick lead you and Nix to share a look, a small smirk between the two of you, “Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you were in here-“

“You’re all good” You smiled at him; he did not know where to look – half naked best friend or full naked soldier of his laying in bed?, “Well I am going to go shower, and let you two talk”

Lew had a smug, amused look upon his face, watching as you got out of the bed, fully naked, not batting an eye at Dick standing there, not even bothering to cover yourself lightly as you began walking toward the bathroom. Pretty sure almost everyone had seen you naked at this point, but there was no shame. Lewis being Lewis with his free hand made sure to lightly slap you on the ass as you walked by.

“Dickhead” you mumbled, pausing as you walked by Winters, your hand came to rest on his chest, “but Dick, you are always welcome to join, no need to just listen”  

Your one true talent, leaving men a stuttering mess.

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An evening in the pub with your company always meant spending the first half hour stood at the bar, drink in hand, scanning the room and deciding on who you wanted for the night. It was well-known within the company of your deeds, and whoever you did spend the night with, it was never a relationship type deal, it was purely just friends with benefits but with a whole company.

Ever since you’d told Winters you don’t mind sharing the day before, there had been a running thought circling your mind, and that was you didn’t want one guy to throw you around on this particular evening, you’d wanted two. And as your eyes fell upon Webster sitting alone and Liebgott at another table nearby, who had been staring at you the second you’d walked in, you remembered that the two of them had this tension, that you believed if they just simply fucked maybe it would dissolve. 

You made a point of walking past the table of men that Joe was also sat at, pretending not to notice him staring at you, and walking over to Web who was sat alone, and rather taken back that you’d chosen to speak to him. He sat himself up in his chair, straightening up.

“Hey, Web” you greeted him softly, sitting on the chair next to him, you swore you could feel Joe’s eyes boring straight into the back of your head.

“You know Joe is staring daggers straight to you right now?” Web said.

“Oh, I know. But I want to sit with you, it’s not often we get time alone” You looked at him, batting your eyelids a little, before taking a sip of your drink, Web’s eyes darted to the lipstick stain you’d left on the glass before looking back up at you.

The two of you spoke for a while, making an effort to sit right close next to him, your hand resting on top of his sometimes; you made it very clear that you wanted him, but you also wanted Joe who was walking to the bar. You excused yourself, offering to get Web a drink too as you made your way to the bar, standing next to Joe.

“Are you really gonna fuck him, Y/N?” Lieb was suddenly pressed next to you, not enough to cause attention but just enough. His hand rested on the bar next to you, his breath was in your ear. You didn’t verbally respond, not wanting to give into him, but he saw the smile on your lips, “Web?”

“Yep” you replied to him, straight to the point, popping the ‘p’ at the end harder just to emphasise your point. Joe scoffed in response, you heard, turning your head to him this time, “and that’s a problem?” You knew, he knew, what you were doing.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N, you fucking know that”

“Well, Joe, you could always just- join us, I can share” stating it so simply, as you gave him a quick, highly suggestive smile. You grabbed the drinks for you and Web, and walked away from Joe.

It took Joe another half hour of staring at you from across the bar, watching the way you and Web talked, and talked and how you pressed your shoulder against his. He watched your hand go to Web’s chest, watching you make all the first moves, of course Web wouldn’t, he was too nice. Maybe (definitely) Web needed a demonstration of what a real man does to a girl like you.

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god forbid a girl has hobbies

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The Barracks Bunny of Easy Company (masterlist) 𐙚 1. Busy Woman 𐙚 2. After Midnight

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The Barracks Bunny of Easy Company

Chapter 1 - Busy woman

warnings; smut lol

disclaimer; as always this is about the actors 2001 HBO portrayal not the real men!

“1000, 2000, 3000-“ Numerical chants and table banging could be heard from the table a couple over as you stood by the bar Luz was manning.  With your arm rested on the bar, your eyes scan over the busy room full of men who were progressively getting drunker – not that you were that sober either.

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout Y/N?” Joe Toye’s voice broke your thoughts as he appeared close next to you,  arms leaning on the bar. His eyes wondered over you; a rare sight to see you dressed up – well in your uniform but this time you were allowed to doll yourself up a bit makeup, hair, the works.  

“Wouldn’t you like to know, hm?” You asked a little smug, a small smirk on the corner of your lips, turning your attention to him, catching his eyes. Joe saw that look in your eyes, a look that was familiar between the two of you. It felt nice to have attention – when you wanted it – and coming from Joe? You weren’t complaining.  

“Corporal Toye, Sergeant Y/L/N, there will be no leaning in my company” Luz’s voice broke the chokehold of eye contact that you and Joe were deep in, and you both looked at him, “Are those dusty jump wings? How do you expect to slay the huns with dust on your jumpwings?”

“Luz-“ Joe replied, drunkenly pulling Luz closer to him by his jacket, “Just give me a drink”

Staring at the two of them, something about the way Joe pulled George close something about the two of them so close, looking at each other like that a partiucular thought flushed over you.  A filthy, digusting thought at that.

“Hell of an idea Joe, here you go”  Luz smirked at him, passing him a drink, before picking another drink up and putting in front of you “and for the absolutely fucking goregous Y/N”

“Well thank you, George” That smug smile never leaving the corner of your lips, leaning closer on the bar, and George could’ve passed away by the way you said his voice and the way you looked at him.  Out the corner of your eye you could feel Joe looking between the two of you.

“My pleasure, as always” George replied, he quickly winked at you before three of you held your glasses up, “Three miles up, three miles down”

The record player scratched and a ‘TEN-HUT!’ caused you all to stand at attention.  After a few celerbative words from Sink himself, and a ‘CURAHEE’ the room went back to normal, and the atmosphere was back. As you turned back to the two men who were currrently on your mind, Joe was pressed against to your side and you could feel his breath against your ear.

“You look too fuckin’ good, y’know that? Causin’ me problems, Y/N” His words were quiet and breathy, his voice low and gravel, you had to bite your lip a little to hide the huge smirk that was aching to break out.  

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes locked with George who was the both of you intently his eyes heavy, mouth open a little.  Joe’s hand sat on the lower of your back, as he continued to whisper some rather filthy things to you, hot in your ear. “You like George watchin’ hm?” .

You were quick to lightly elbow Joe in the stomach, pushing him away with a small laugh.  With a devious smirk etched into his lips Toye pulled back away from you a bit, leaning back on the bar and looked at Luz, who  was flustered having both of you stare at him.

“I don’t think its fair to leave George out” Joe spoke huskily, looking at you in which you were a little taken back by his sudden confidence.

“Shush you. Sorry George, he thinks hes funny” you took a rather large swig of your drink finishing it, but your thoughts, nonetheless, were very in-line with Joe’s.

The sound of Joe’s name being called out from someone across the room cuts the tension between the three of you, and you watched as Joe looked annoyed. He downed and finished his drink very quickly before looking at Luz then you, “I’ll be back” and he turned around and wandered into the sea of men. You turned back to a still flustered Luz.

“I’m gonna go out for some air? Want to come?” you tilted your head, asking him, taking out a cigarette as you did.  It was suddenly very hot in the room.

“Yeah, sure” 

-

“I don’t think I’ve seen you this quiet before, George” you remarked playfully , as the two of you stood outside, around the back of the building against the wall.  It was mostly dark, and everyone was inside, just the two of you alone.

You turned your body toward him, your hand went to his chest. He was quick to react, stepping forward into your touch and closed the space between the two of you. “I’m gonna fuckin’ real with you Y/N, it’s taking me everything to not touch you right now”

His breath was hot in your ear, just like Joe’s. Biting your lip you blushed, you pushed him back a little so that he looked at you. His eyes scanned your face, his chest was rising heavily, “George, I  want you to touch me”

God damn that man could’ve finished right there, right in his uniform. “I didn’t know if you were waiting for Joe-“

“You heard him earlier, its not fair to leave you out” Heat rushed to both of your cheeks, and you were impaitnet now, “George, fucking kiss me”

“Yes Ma’am” and  he leant down a little to kiss you, but you were quick to turn it into a hot and heavy makeout. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling as close as you could to his lips. He was hungry, he was desperate and he had thought about this since the day he first saw you.

His hands went to the lower of you back, before one of them slid down low squeezing your ass lightly. The almost shyness he was acting was going away and the George Luz you knew was shining through, his confidence growing. “You can be alittle rougher than that” you mumbled against his lips.

“Im gonna be honest with you Y/N, if I touch you anymore Im gonna fuckin’ cum” He responded as he pulled away, forehead resting on yours, to which you both let out small laughs, smiling at each other.

“George, we don’t have to-“

“No, fuck no, I need you Y/N, you’re just so fucking hot, I don’t think I’ll last” He responded, breathing out loudly.

With your back against the wall, him stood right infront of you, your hand went to the belt buckle, unbuttoning his trousers just enough so your hand would fit, “I’ll take it as a compliment” you winked at him but he was too busy looking down at your hand.

Your hands slide into his boxers and he wasn’t lying to when he said he was close, he was almost rock solid, and as you held him somehow, he’d gotten harder.  “you weren’t lying” you mumbled, letting out another small, light laugh. Testing the waters a little you moved your hand, looking up at him.

“Fucking…Christ Y/N” You’d barely touched him yet George Luz was putty in your hands.  He put one of his hands on the wall behind you, the other one held back his uniform jacket to not get in your way; his head hung low by your ear, almost hiding away in embarassment. You continued to grip him tighter as you began moving your hand jerking him softly – maybe he wasn’t huge but what he lacked in length, he’d made up in width. Good god.

He wasn’t a loud moaner but the hot breaths he was letting out in your ear was sending shivers up your spine.  Quickening your pace, you felt hot inbetween your thighs, the sight of seeing George Luz hot and heavy in your ear, feeling him rock-hard in your hand, one of the most ulimate forms of flattery.  “Y/N, I’m sorry…I don’t think-“

Smirking at him, you lowered youreslf to your knees, fully unbuttoning his trousers. George wasn’t epexcting any of this, epesically the sight of you on your knees just for him. He looked down at you, watching, standing a little wider, as you freed him, the night air cold on his dick.  The way you stared straight into his eyes, as you put him in your mouth sent him over the edge in an instant. Hot and heavy ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, “Im sorry- fuck, you’re so hot, holy fucking shit Y/N-“ Filthy mouth Luz.

Your smirked around his tip, still staring straight up as him as you swallowed every part he gave you. His hand quickly came to rest on your cheek; he let out a breathy laugh, “Jesus Christ-“ Eyes almost rolled back into his skull as you cleaned him off with a small laugh. You loved every second of this and he fucking knew it, “Such a dirty girl, Christ baby”

He tucked himself back into his trousers, belting them back up as you stood up. Taking out the powder mirror from you inner pocket you checked your face over and wiped up any mess upon your face before clasping it shut and looking at a breathless, dumbfounded George. “You okay, George?”

“You really are something else, Y/N, you know that?” He breathed out, you smiled at him. You stood close to him, pressing your lips to his hungrily one last time before pulling back, him staring at you “I’m gonna go back inside, fuck, I…you are amazing”

“See you in a bit George” you spoke softly, he grinned at you before walking off back to the inside of the building.  

“Couldn’t fuckin’ wait for me?” A deep voice spoke from the other side of where George had walked. Toye. You looked into the direction he stood, appearing into the small dim light that you were by, the rather large bulge in his trousers showed he’d propbably been stood there the whole time.

“Well, you were taking a long time, George needed help” you mused with a shrug. Joe stepped close to you and pushed you against the wall, breath hot as he stared down at you, his face in yours.

“Well, now you’re all warmed up”

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The Barracks Bunny Of Easy Company

a filthy, devious multipart fic coming soon. thank you to the wonderful people of the Band Of Brothers Fanatics discord server who encouraged me to write it. Y'all have been warned

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It was supposed to be a very serious moment, right? But hey! What did you think when you decided to make them shirtless to listen to that "No mercy" speach of Paddy?

I'm not complaining, tho 😅

SAS Rogue Heroes // S2E1

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is there a paddy/bill version of this yet

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look at my boss dawg we’re dying

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The pub is loud, warm and full of your men getting progressively getting drunker by the second. Sitting at a table not far from some of the guys playing darts, being in charge of guarding their drinks, your eyes have been on a certain replacement all night. "What's his name again?" Guarnere who is sat next to you, arm loosely on the back of your chair, follows your eyesight, "That srcawny guy? Well, that's Babe" "His name is Babe? Fitting"

Bill is quick to realise what you want by the tone of your voice and the way your eyes are scanning over Babe, "Really? Y/n, you can have any of these fellas tonight and you want that little guy?"

"Oh come on, he's cute" your tone defensive, as a small playful smile tugs at the corner of your lips, looking at Bill, "Don't look at me like that, it's nice to see something other than your face for once"

"Watch your tone there missy" and it's Bills turn for a game of darts, and as he stands up, you give him pleading eyes, "Fine" "Thanks, you're the best" and you snicker a little bit as he grumbles, getting up. Walking over to the rest of the guys, Bill kind of pulls Babe to the side, and you're pretending to look down at the mug of beer, but also trying to look up. You notice both of the guys looking at you, before Bill pats Babe's back, and your wish is his command, he walks over to your table.

"Hey Babe, come, sit" you smile at him, motioning to the chair next to you. Babe, a little shy and a little awkward even despite the drinks you've all consumed for the past few hours, sits next to you. Talking to men, flirting with men no longer makes you anxious or nervous, its like almost a habit now. Subtly, your shift your chair a little closer, leaning closer to him on the table. "Uh, Guarnere said you wanted to talk to me" and you're smiling at him as he takes a nervous swig of his drink. "Well, in all honesty, I thought you were cute, and I realised we haven't really talked to each other, so, I want to get to know you more" the straight forwardness of your words gets Babe a little, and theres almost a blush on his cheeks, "If thats okay, of course" "Yeah, sure yeah" and he's smiling at you, a really beautiful, big smile.

From across the pub, Guarnere and Toye are staring at the two of you, watching as the smile never leaves Babe's face and the way, overtime, the space inbetween the two of you gets closer and closer. "He's barely been here a week and he's already got her? I've been here since day 1 and gotten fuckin' nowhere" Guarnere huffs.

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Band of Brothers screencaps/edits (302/?)

Dick Winters

Jan. 21: Happy birthday!

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HAPPY MF BIRTHDAAAAYYY WHOOP WHOOP 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂🎂💞💞💞💞💞

THANKS QUEEN

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exposing my ex

bofb fanatics screenshots n memes

cough anyways JOIN THE BOFB FANATICS SERVER TODAY THIS IS A PAID (free, i am but a slave to the operation) PROMOTION !!!!!

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SAS: Rogue Heroes | 2.02

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i also made some augustin icons because he's kinda *twirls hair*

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THE BEST PRESENT TO RECEIVE