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recent ! barracks bunny pt.2 (gaz & soap x reader)
Price doesn't do aftercare, he's made that point blatantly obvious from the first night together.
Well, he doesn't do aftercare for himself. John has the decency to wipe you off and make sure you're okay, you wouldn't keep coming back to him otherwise, but when you try to look after him? Complete shut down.
"C'mon, sir, let me take care of you—" you beg for the third time, giving price your best pleading eyes. You run your hand over the hair on his chest, one leg hooked over his waist in that way you know he secretly likes.
"I'm fine." He grunts, shutting down already. Tensing up, about to push you off and escape like he always does when you lean foreward.
"Awww, no fun, sir. At least a kiss?" You pout, holding his jaw and pressing your lips to his. The faint taste of smoke and whisky on his tongue, mixed with the flavor of you.
Price jolts suddenly, pulls back, eyes narrowed "what the hell did i just swallow?"
Your delighted smile is the last thing price sses.
....only to wake up...still in bed? But, no, the sheets have been changed, and price feels different. Mouth minty, teeth brushed when he runs his tongue over them. He smells clean, too, as if he took a shower. Not to mention how for once his knees don't ache to the core.
He narrows his eyes at the ceiling. His wrists are cuffed to the bed.
...there's a weight on his chest, fingers curling into the hair between pecs.
"Glad you're awake, sir. Have some soup cooling off for you." Your voice drifts up.
Really, price should have expected it. That the one person willing to sleep with him consistently is also willing to fucking drug him for the sole purpose of aftercare.
sure we all love price calling reader kid. but what if instead john gets off on reader calling him old man
cw age gap propaganda, dad kink
Sparring with the Captain was fun. Price was one of the only men on the team you could consistently beat. He was slow, much slower than you. You couldn't help the rush of pride that warmed your cheeks every time you pinned him to the mats. Tugging his arm uncomfortably behind his back until he tapped down. Groaning in pain at his aching joints
"Getting sloppy, old man." You'd grin in his ear before letting up. Bouncing to your feet with a youthful ease and stretching your arms above your head. "You make it too easy for me."
He would only grumble in disagreement before heading to the benches to rest. Letting one of the younger soldiers take over. These days he could only take one, maybe two beatings before having to take a break. It also mean he could slump down, hiding the tent in his pants when he sat.
John would often drift off in the break room. Nodding off in his chair until his chin rested on his chest and low grumbled snores left his lips.
Whenever you saw him like this you would nudge his shin with your boot. Laughing when he would jerk awake and blink up at you sleepily.
"Eyes open, old man. You're supposed to be working."
He'd rub his hands over his face with a a groan. Using the action to hide the flush in his cheeks.
"Fuck off, kid."
The smug giggle as you walk away didn't help the chub in his pants. You didn't even know what you were doing to him.
Except of course you did.
Bouncing on his cock in his office. Hand curled in his hair as you rode him within an inch of his life.
"Surprisingly good dick for such an old man." You mused. Barely out of breath. Like this was nothing for you. Your thumb brushed over John's cheek. Smoothing over his overheated skin.
"So fuckin' annoying. Always bothering me... 'm not even that old."
You only leaned closer. Nipping at his ear until he whined.
"Dad, you have tattoos older than me. Just admit you're an old pervert."
John gasped, eyes rolling back as he came. Gripping your hips to keep you still while he painted the walls of your cunt with his cum. Mouthing against your collarbone as curses spilled from his lips. Hips occasionally jerking upwards to grind the spunk deeper into you. His pants muffled against your skin while you pet his hair. You let him ride out his orgasm in peace. Knowing he wouldn't be able to handle much longer.
You bit your lip. Pausing as your fingers threaded through his hair. Tugging gently to get his attention.
"You're greying."
He groaned in frustration. Picking you up off his cock and shoving you onto his desk. Beard scratching at your thighs as he lapped at your clit.
Ok ok, i need a continuation of the barracks bunny post, where the privates think "well since they're a barracks bunny then i can shoot my shot, they wont say no" and there comes the very much possessive polycule five seconds away from beating them up while reader is like guys pls-
Hey so. Can we ignore how I didn’t even see this.. IM SO SORRY ANON!!
Part 1, Part 2
When Kyle and Johnny wanted to show you off, you didn’t know it would make such a big scene.
Suddenly, you started seeing the Privates looking you up and down, even cat-whistling at you in the mess hall more than usual.
This thing was so.. different from what usually happens in a day. Usually, you’d just train, do paperwork, eat, train more, maybe debrief and then you’d go to sleep and that’s it.
Until one very cocky (ha) Private managed to get the balls to actually shoot their own shot.
He came up to you while you were sitting with Price and Ghost, while Johnny and Kyle were at another table and were pretending not to be listening in on your conversation.
“Hey, bunny. Rumour has it you’re sucking dick all around base. Wanna take on me? I bet mine’s bigger than all of the others you’ve had.” He said, not even seeing the way Price and Ghost turned to him with a death glare.
Before he knew it, Johnny was lunging at him (nobody made a move to stop him, Kyle even joined him in yelling at the Private for even suggesting such a thing.)
Of course, the night ended with your head in Prices lap, lapping at his cock while Ghost abused your cunt from behind.
I hope this is to your liking, anon!! (I’m not really experienced in writing stuff like this with barely any smut if you can tell)
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It was slightly awkward. Neither of you knew how to handle these different forms. You kept moving to fast. Shoving Johnny down too hard, gripping him too tight. Luckily he seemed to love it. Arching as you gripped his thighs and delighting every time you manhandled him. Something he only ever got a glimpse of from Ghost.
Looking down at your own panting expression was disorienting. You didn't know you could be so attracted to yourself.
"Hen, if ye dinnae get it in me in the next five seconds, I'm awa' tae find Konig an' ruin this cunt."
You rolled your eyes. Trying to ignore how odd it was to hear your own voice in an accent that you didn't possess. Fumbling with your, his? Jeans. Shoving them down so you could free his insatiable cock.
For a long moment you just looked down at it. The length between your legs almost alien as it bobbed. You couldn't dwell on the feeling as Soap was gripping your cock and pulling you closer. Making you gasp as he slid it inside himself, yourself, this was so weird.
Both of you froze, choking on your moans. You buried your face into his shoulder, giggling deliriously at the scent of your own shampoo.
"This feels so odd..."
Johnny tugged at your hair and a rush of pleasure shot down your spine. Your hips stuttering forward as your mind went blank. Spilling deep into the cunt he was borrowing.
"Fuck... fuckin' hell Soap..."
With an irritated sigh Johnny bucked up, flipping you so he was now straddling your waist. Slamming back down onto you. Ignoring how your moan broke in your throat. Reaching to grab him as immediate overstimulation made your cock ache.
"Ye couldnae hack havin' a cock for a day, eh? Yer much better aff as a sloppy wee hole."
Tears welled in your eyes as he rode you with a determination only possible when Johnny was curious. Testing every angle and speed until he was satisfied.
You came twice more before he finally slowed. Grinning down at your weepy face and giving you a soft kiss. Carefully pulling off your oversensitive cock so he could lay down next to you.
"If we're no' switched back the morra, I'm goin' tae find Konig."
Ok ok, i need a continuation of the barracks bunny post, where the privates think "well since they're a barracks bunny then i can shoot my shot, they wont say no" and there comes the very much possessive polycule five seconds away from beating them up while reader is like guys pls-
Hey so. Can we ignore how I didn’t even see this.. IM SO SORRY ANON!!
Part 1, Part 2
When Kyle and Johnny wanted to show you off, you didn’t know it would make such a big scene.
Suddenly, you started seeing the Privates looking you up and down, even cat-whistling at you in the mess hall more than usual.
This thing was so.. different from what usually happens in a day. Usually, you’d just train, do paperwork, eat, train more, maybe debrief and then you’d go to sleep and that’s it.
Until one very cocky (ha) Private managed to get the balls to actually shoot their own shot.
He came up to you while you were sitting with Price and Ghost, while Johnny and Kyle were at another table and were pretending not to be listening in on your conversation.
“Hey, bunny. Rumour has it you’re sucking dick all around base. Wanna take on me? I bet mine’s bigger than all of the others you’ve had.” He said, not even seeing the way Price and Ghost turned to him with a death glare.
Before he knew it, Johnny was lunging at him (nobody made a move to stop him, Kyle even joined him in yelling at the Private for even suggesting such a thing.)
Of course, the night ended with your head in Prices lap, lapping at his cock while Ghost abused your cunt from behind.
I hope this is to your liking, anon!! (I’m not really experienced in writing stuff like this with barely any smut if you can tell)
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ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! I NEED me some more of the 141 fucking price’s wife nsghhghghg
i am three days late so very sorry. happy birthday nonny!
"Is it good, love?" John asked as he pet your hair. Smiling fondly when you nuzzled into the fat of his thigh.
"Nngh..." Was all you could reply. Drooling onto his leg as each thrust nudged your cheek against his clothed cock. Simon's dick splitting you open so wonderfully. It felt incredible. So could you could cry. You might be crying. It was difficult to tell.
"Words, sweetie. Tell me how Simon feels."
It took a while for you to compose yourself enough to speak. Words spilling out between gasping moans.
"S'really good. Fuck, he's so big, John. S'too big."
Your voice broke at the end with a sniffle. Overwhelmed by all the attention. John's large hands threading through your hair barely enough to keep you grounded. Hearing him tut softly.
"Hear that, Riley? Yer cocks just too damn big."
Both men laughed. Simon fucked deep, grinding his cock right against your cervix. You felt so full you could barely breathe. The most pathetic whines escaping your lips when he rocked deeper. Holding your hips to stop your from wriggling away when it got too much.
"Not my fault you haven't properly broken in the missus, sir."
part 2 of this post.. since all of you loved the first one!!
Johnny and Kyle have very obviously heard all the privates going around, talking about your new reputation as the 141’s barracks bunny.
So they decided to cause up some trouble.
Like right now.. you had your face planted against the comfort of Johnny’s pillow, rocking forward every time he thrusted his dick deeper into your pulsing cunt.
“You like tha’, bonnie? Knowing all of the privates have their eyes on ye like a hawk? Watching yer every move?” He would say, pausing his words every time his cock hit that spongy part inside of you.
You muffle something he can’t quite make out since the pillow is pretty much silencing you.
After you’re all done, you flip over, expecting him to clean up his mess that he had made. He always cleans up his mess, after all.
Not this time, he doesn’t. Instead, he pockets your panties, leaving you dripping and commando as you continued to wander around the 141’s base. An embarrassing wet patch running down your thigh for all of the Privates to see.
Doesn’t help when Kyle decided to fuck that pussy after Johnny’s load has stopped leaking, making his cum now leak onto your cargo pants.
Hi! Could you write something with Eddie and Whimsy!Reader where they’re best friends and she’s totally oblivious to his crush on her? Thank you!!!
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It was fucking cold, and he was looking at her like she was crazy.
“Jesus Christ,” he huffed out as he reached for her hands, expression darkening when it felt like holding ice between his fingers. “You know it’s winter, right?” He cupped her hands between his and lifted them up to his mouth, blowing warm air into his hands to try and warm hers up.
Not only had she walked all the way to his trailer from her house even though he’d already agreed to come and pick her up because she’d gotten impatient, but she apparently was incapable of dressing for the weather.
A flowy skirt and thin cotton jumper were, unsurprisingly, not enough to keep the cold from biting at her skin.
“Mhm,” she nodded, nose red, head tipped to look at him like nothing was wrong. “I hope it snows this year, don’t you Eddie? I miss making snow angels.”
“You’re going to be a snow angel if you don’t start wearing your coat.”
He cupped her hands a little tighter in his own and blew some more air in with her fingers. At first, he’d been too distracted by his icicle of a best friend to notice just how close she was. But once the proximity had clicked in his brain all he could think about was how easy it could be to lean in and kiss her pretty fingers.
Startled by the thought that he might actually do it he dropped her hands and pointed to his bedroom. “Go get a sweater.”
“I’m not that cold-”
“Hey,” he waved his hand a few times in the direction he was pointing. “Go, I mean it.”
Once she’d set off towards his bedroom he sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, forcing himself to chill the fuck out as he walked over to the space heater in the middle of the room and turned it all the way up.
It felt like he was being tortured, it had for a while now. Crushing on his best friend was just objectively a bad idea. She was too fucking pretty and had absolutely no sense of personal space and was just… so her. It didn’t help that she liked to hold hands, or sleep in his bed with him when she didn’t want to leave, or kiss his cheek before carrying on with what she was doing like she hadn’t just grabbed his heart in a fist and rattled it around.
She was legitimately trying to kill him.
When he noticed she was taking suspiciously too long he followed her into his bedroom and found her messing with the crystals on his nightstand — the crystals she had given him because they were supposed to be good luck or whatever. He hadn’t really been paying attention when she’d explained what each one did, he’d been too preoccupied staring at her mouth.
“Eddie,” she picked one rock up and placed it to the side, bringing a smaller purpley rock to the front of the bunch. “This one needs to be at the front, it’s the most important. You don’t want bad luck, do you?”
“I want a friend who actually listens to me,” grumbled as he moved over to his wardrobe and just pulled out the first sweater his fingers touched, holding it out towards her. “On.”
She sighed but did as she was told, pulling the neck of the sweater over her head and somehow not catching any of the hair clips or beads she had scattered through her hair. He was convinced half of them were actually just stuck there.
Her hands lifted to the neck and brought it up to her nose, inhaling before smiling at him. “You smell nice. Thank you.”
What the fuck was she trying to fucking do to him? “Yeah. No problem,” he cleared his throat. “C’mon, we’ve got those movies to watch.”
When she stepped forwards he expected her to move around him to leave the room, but instead she stopped dead in front of him, so close that he could feel her breaths against his skin.
He didn’t have time to ask what she was doing when her hand lifted and her finger was stroking underneath his eye, pulling back to show him an eyelash.
She smiled. “You get to make a wish.”
His heart was stuttering in his chest as he blinked at her. She still hadn’t moved back.
“Right.” He rolled his eyes trying and failing to not glance down at her mouth.
There was only one thing he was going to wish for, wasn’t there? He blew the eyelash off of her finger and hoped maybe it might come true one day.
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everyone knew you as mrs. shepherd, the commander's younger wife.
but younger didn't necessarily mean young. you were getting up there in age now, and your lifelong dream of having kids remained unfulfilled.
your husband was too busy, too held up in the office every single day. his team, however, was more than willing to provide.
you're not even sure when it started.
maybe it was the first time you bent over to pick something up in front of gaz and didn’t bother adjusting your dress, or when price pressed his palm to the small of your back to guide you through a door and you leaned into it like it was the first human contact you’d had in weeks. with your husband always gone, you decided to get from them what he should have given you. a filled womb.
so when ghost offers to walk you back to your rooms after dinner, you don't say no. when he stops at your door and lingers, you lean in. and when he slips his gloved hand under your skirt and grunts at what he finds, you part your legs and groan sweetly.
“you goin’ commando for me, sweetheart?” his voice is gravel and heat, thick behind the mask. “you know the problem with having him as a husband? this tight little cunt's always empty. can't have that, can we?”
he doesn’t even take his gloves off before shoving two fingers inside you. no warning. just the sound of your breath catching in your throat and his knuckles stretching you wide. he fucks you with them slow at first, watching the way your legs shake.
“not gonna last, are you?” he mutters. “not even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already clenching.” he pulls away before you can cum, shoves his fingers into your mouth when you whine. “hush. someone might hear you beggin’ for cock like a bitch in heat.”
“too late.” soap and gaz round a corner. “fuckin' hell, simon. balls of steel, doing this with the commander's wife when he is still around.”
“he hasn't paid attention to his woman in long enough,” ghost replies with casual ease.
“true,” gaz murmurs and saunters closer. “you gonna share or what?”
“gladly.”
the world swims when they all surround you. they take turns, pass you around. filthy words whispered into your ears as they tear off your dress and fuck you in your husband's own bed.
“what d’you think, johnny?” ghost mutters. “she want it in the cunt or the ass first?”
“pussy,” soap says, while stroking himself. “she’s tryin’ to get knocked up, aren’t you, lass?”
and you agree, beg for it.
gaz kisses your cheek. “you ask so sweet. let’s fill you up, then.”
soap thrusts into you without preamble, grabbing your hips and slamming you back onto his cock. it hurts just a little from how hard and fast he goes, but it only makes you wetter.
“tight little thing,” he groans. “christ, you were made for this.”
ghost holds you in place while soap fucks you hard and fast, grinning behind the mask like he’s watching something holy. and when soap shudders and cums inside you, gripping your hips so hard you know there’ll be bruises, they don’t let you fall.
“next,” he grunts. and you realize: he doesn’t just mean himself or gaz.
because price is there now. leaning against the wall like he’s been watching the whole damn time, eyes dark under the brim of his hat.
“you boys wore her out already?” he asks, voice smooth and low.
“not even close,” ghost replies.
you don’t even try to close your legs when price approaches. don’t flinch when he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “your husband kept me busy. it's like he knew i was coming here to breed his wife.”
price fucks you slow. deep. makes you feel it. makes you watch him, keeps your eyes on his while he pushes inside you and tells you how good you’re doing.
“your husband should’ve done this ages ago,” he mutters. “could’ve had a house full of babies by now.”
“still can,” you whisper, clutching his wrist. “still want it.”
price groans into the crook of your neck, “then take it. take all of it.”
when he cums, it’s with a growl and a shudder, deep inside you. you swear you can feel it soak you, fill you, and drip out before you’ve even caught your breath.
“think that one took?” he teases, rubbing his cheek against yours. “nah. need more than that.”
“shepherd doesn’t deserve this pussy,” gaz whispers are he takes his place, his friends' cum dripping out as he pushes into you. “fucks off, leaves you aching, and i bet he doesn’t even know you’re getting filled by us.”
you’re still twitching when gaz slips in next, and there’s a soft apology in his eyes, but not in the way he stretches you out all over again. not in the way he mutters “i’ll be gentle” while his hips slap into yours, sharp and fast.
and when it’s over, when you’re lying there sore and spent and dripping with the combined efforts of four elite soldiers, ghost leans over and kisses your temple.
“think that one took?” soap teases, rubbing his cheek against yours. “nah. you'll need more than that, don't you?”
“but soon. you’re gonna be fuckin’ glowing, sweetheart,” gaz whispers. “you’ll see.”
“shepherd’s gonna be a father, whether he did his part it or not,” price murmurs. “gonna enjoy watching the bastard raise our kids.”
and you smile, eyes closed, hand cradling your stomach like it’s already blooming. because, god, you hope it does.
(breedvember, day 8: trying before the biological clock runs out & out of wedlock)
Would you consider doing a one shot or series with a Henderson reader where she was in the same class as Eddie but graduated on time and has secretly been in a relationship with him for years. She’s very similar to Eddie, likes music, is a loner. Maybe Dustin and the gang find out about them during Hellfire or when they find Eddie on the run, maybe she ran away with him? Feel free to run with this as you wish :)
hi honey tysm for the request !! this is my first eddie fic hehe so i might not have the characterisation quite down yet. i also kinda differed just a little from what you asked for but i hope it’s okay !! i thought this was SUCH a fun idea tysm for sending it :) | 1.1k words, eddie munson x fem!reader & henderson!reader, secret relationship, kinda suggestive, requests open (see pinned post for info)
Out of all the kids, Dustin was usually the one who stayed back to walk with Eddie to the parking lot after Hellfire had ended. While everyone else gathered up their things and left chatting away with each other, the curly haired boy stayed and talked his ear off about anything and everything as he helped Eddie pack away. Honestly it was sweet, and fucking helpful on the days where he was just done with school and needed to go home and smoke the day away. There was no doubt in his mind that on the off chance that he actually did graduate that year, he knew who to pass his dungeon master torch down to.
“…and she’s like, a genius, seriously, I mean statistically I wasn’t going to find somebody fairly matched to my own skill set in Hawkins but it’s just a shame she lives so far, you know?” Dustin was rattling on about Suzie for the tenth time that afternoon as he helped carry some books out to his van for him. Apparently that evening they were going to each cook the same meal and chat over the radio while they ate it together. He was a cute kid.
“Sounds like she knows the way to your heart.” He grinned at the boy, nudging the door open with his hip and holding it for the younger boy as they both stepped out into the parking lot.
“She does, I mean she- ah shit,” the look on Dustin’s face dropped as he looked up across the parking lot at a particular car. “I was supposed to be biking home today, but I guess not. Have you ever met my sister?”
Said sister was walking over with a cheery smile and a little wave. “Mom doesn’t want you biking home since you forgot your coat, don’t look too excited to see me.”
Dustin tipped his head back with a huff before gesturing forwards. “Whatever. This is Eddie.”
Eddie had to bite down on his tongue to keep from smirking too obviously. As it turns out he had met the elder Henderson before, just last night he’d had her pressed down on the mattress of his bed panting beneath him. It had been a mutual decision to not tell anybody about the relationship — all Hawkins knew to do was gossip, everything would just be easier if they avoided all of that shit.
“Right, of course, hi,” she was smiling a little too obviously, but Dustin was moping too much to notice. She told him her name as if he didn’t know and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Eddie.”
He really was grinning then, squeezing her hand with a firm shake full of smugness. “Uh-huh, you too sweetheart.”
It was actually fucking hilarious just how close Dustin had come to discovering their secret on multiple occasions. Eddie had hidden in her wardrobe one time Dustin had come home unexpectedly and barged into her bedroom for something, another time he’d hidden her behind some of the curtains in the room they used for DnD when Dustin had forgotten his things right as Eddie had been kissing her stupid. For a smart kid, this was one thing he hadn’t figured out.
“Right,” she blushed, letting go of his hand and gesturing back to her car. “C’mon, Dusty, we’ve gotta go.”
With another groan from the younger boy as he passed Eddie his books he didn’t catch the wink that was sent towards his sister, nor the roll of her eyes as she fondly waved goodbye.
He couldn’t keep himself from laughing about it the next day when he honestly really was trying to focus on kissing her.
“Eddie,” she groaned, hands planted against his chest as her head tipped back against the wall he’d pushed her up against in the staff room of her job. Technically he wasn’t even supposed to be back there. Luckily whenever he rocked up to Family Video and Robin was working she knew just to send him out back. “It’s not even funny, what if he’d figured it out?”
He snorted as his head dipped down to start mouthing at her neck instead, delighting in the way she shuddered as his tongue dragged over her pulse point. “He didn’t even know we knew each other, babe.”
It was strange he hadn’t figured it out, though. She’d been in Eddie’s original school year, had met in the music room where they’d both been escaping the lunch hall when they were fifteen and after a solid argument over whether Tommy Iommi or Kirk Hammett was a better guitarist, they’d become friends.
And then much more than friends.
“Yeah but he,” her breathing hitched as his teeth dragged against a sensitive spot on her neck and her fingers curled into the material of his shirt. “Ah, Eddie-”
“You need to relax, baby,” his hands started roaming, pawing at the plush of her hips. “Let me help with that, huh?” She could probably feel his grin against her neck.
He’d snuck his hand beneath her shirt to feel the warm skin of her tummy as his head lifted back up to swallow anymore complaints with a needy kiss, licking in her mouth and behind her teeth as she huffed and panted against his lips.
But of course luck wasn’t on their side.
“Well she said it was here!” Came a loud voice from the other side of the door. Both of them stiffened but there was no time to go anywhere before the door swung open. “Robin says you don’t have-”
It was almost comical. Eddie’s head whipped to face Dustin as he stepped into the room and froze, a reaction that was caught by Mike and Lucas who were right behind him. Eddie’s hand was still under her shirt and she was still breathing pretty heavy against the wall, and for a moment he was pretty sure the room was about to implode with the tension.
Instead it was Dustin who imploded. “What?!” Was all he screeched.
Behind him Lucas laughed before clamping a hand over his mouth and Mike simply looked disgusted.
Eddie stepped a reasonable pace away from her and smiled a little bashfully. “Hey, man,” he cleared his throat, reaching up to wipe lipgloss off of his mouth. And his cheek. And his neck. “…me and your sister are getting along pretty well.”
Dustin screeched again at the same time she smacked Eddie’s arm.
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It was just a rumour in the start. Some stupid Private saw you walking out of Price’s office while buttoning up your shirt, hair disheveled and whatnot.
The Privates usually ignored it after that. Who were they to judge if someone got a little bit of dick every once in a while. Sure, it may have been their Sergeant and their Captain, but it’s not like they can say anything to stop it.
But then a few weeks later, yet another Private swore on his life that he heard someone moaning your name in Soap’s private quarters.
So you weren’t just fucking the Captain, you were also sleeping around with the lousy Scottish Sergeant? Does Price know about it?
After that incident, you saw Privates lurking around corners, trying to pinpoint who you’d sleep next with.
They even started little bullshit bets. Some betting 20£ that you’d go after the Lieutenant, and some even betting triple that saying you’d go charm over Gaz.
Oh, but Gaz and Ghost? They were already hooked on you. They just knew how to keep it more discreet when hooking up with you.
Sure, Ghost would occasionally leave you a few hickeys here and there if he was feeling particularly territorial, but the Privates thought that was Soap’s doing.
Lately, though, Gaz had been getting bolder. He started pinning you to the ground more often where he would grind against you, in which you’d glare at him, but he’d just smirk.
He knows damn well that every single Private in that training room is watching you like a hawk. Getting the confirmation that you’ve become the barracks bunny of the TF141.
It was just a rumour in the start. Some stupid Private saw you walking out of Price’s office while buttoning up your shirt, hair disheveled and whatnot.
The Privates usually ignored it after that. Who were they to judge if someone got a little bit of dick every once in a while. Sure, it may have been their Sergeant and their Captain, but it’s not like they can say anything to stop it.
But then a few weeks later, yet another Private swore on his life that he heard someone moaning your name in Soap’s private quarters.
So you weren’t just fucking the Captain, you were also sleeping around with the lousy Scottish Sergeant? Does Price know about it?
After that incident, you saw Privates lurking around corners, trying to pinpoint who you’d sleep next with.
They even started little bullshit bets. Some betting 20£ that you’d go after the Lieutenant, and some even betting triple that saying you’d go charm over Gaz.
Oh, but Gaz and Ghost? They were already hooked on you. They just knew how to keep it more discreet when hooking up with you.
Sure, Ghost would occasionally leave you a few hickeys here and there if he was feeling particularly territorial, but the Privates thought that was Soap’s doing.
Lately, though, Gaz had been getting bolder. He started pinning you to the ground more often where he would grind against you, in which you’d glare at him, but he’d just smirk.
He knows damn well that every single Private in that training room is watching you like a hawk. Getting the confirmation that you’ve become the barracks bunny of the TF141.
