#platoon junior

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Platoon Characters; Kinks.

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― To make it simple and concise, how about kinks that are absolutely more or less fundamental to the character in question because I think Chris Taylor loves happy embarrassed girls. What's that you may ask? Oh, you know. Women smiling coyly / shyly at the camera, looking happy and "embarrassed."  to be caught, supposedly unawares in a situation that could seem very vaguely compromising or suggestive. Up hikes the skirt. Maybe a garter was accidentally ripped. By accident, so they say. Oops. The type of stuff you'd see, ironically and extremely fittingly, on the inside of a soldier's locker coming from flirty pin-up models that dazzlingly wink at you from their inviting centerfold. It's both the most innocent and simultaneously filthy fetish imaginable, depending, of course, of the context it's placed in. Almost boyish, but not quite --- in fact, it sits right there on the edge of something cheeky and something possibly darker which is the best way to describe Taylor himself. He could lean towards something very sweetly vanilla or something pretty raunchy. Almost risqué, but not quite. Not just yet. All it takes is one step for it to all turn either-or with him. One step towards happy and enthusiastic consent and another step away from it and into the realms of voyeurism and wholly blurred lines.

― Man, King just loves pussy. Can we count that as a character-making kink? Because that's it for him, just about. Loves fucking it, loves seeing it, loves thinking about it, loves playing with it, loves eating it, loves his face ridden by it, goddamn loves smelling it too, just for it's own sake. Loves them all shapes and sizes and just about everything surrounding them. What else is there to say? That's what it boils down to for him. He doesn't need elaborate kinks or fetishes when it's all right there for him, the essence of it all. And everything else, man? It's a distraction from what truly matters in this game. People get so bogged up in complex desires and labelling them in precise order they get distracted from the real prize right in front of their faces (or sometimes on their faces). He can get oddly philosophical about it, believe you me, which almost makes me think he has a thing for cunnilingus and body worship (where he's the giving party) but never once is it referred to as such. The body worship part, that is. The cunnilingus bit on the other hand? Yeah, it's announced loud and clear and constantly to the degree almost everyone very well knows and can guess what King likes, but that don't bother him one bit because he wants everyone to know because he's proud of it.

― Even though he might claim the exact opposite, I think O'Neill loves it when someone bites, scratches, slaps, pushes him around a bit, tells him what to do, takes control, gives him orders galore and is overall mean to him; and you could very well say this is a professional deformation brought on by the army and him brown-nosing and keeping the company and the side of some pretty mean people by choice, but whatever the case, it bled into his sexual habits and turned into what you can only call a fetish, through and through. Again, he is very likely of trying to (haplessly?) present the exact opposite image; how he's here putting these people in their place and how he's so very good at it, how he does as a man should do, and man, the broads worship him for it, but it's far from the truth as it can be. He melts into a stuttering pile of putty in the hands of whoever gets even vaguely dominant around him to the degree it goes beyond the bedroom and pretty much turns into a lifestyle. He becomes a partner entirely eager to please and the king of all biases where his significant other is concerned. They can do no wrong in his eyes.

― Elias is a selfless giver. He's a giver to the point where your kinks become his kinks just based off of the fact how much he's willing to please and make you feel good and what's better, it is truly his pleasure to do so because he loves you and there's no two ways around it. Not a bit of strain, begrudging, irony or ill will towards the whole thing. You like it? He adapts to it. Draws out some very tenderly put limits if he thinks you're in over your head, but for the most part, he's extremely flexible. He adapts and never even brings up what he likes because it so happens what you like he likes as well. Might almost be worrying and have you thinking that he's here depriving himself of something or somehow suppressing his own personal wants but all you could be met with is a blissed out, serene smile as he explains that this is what he wants. You're what he wants, not some list of to-do of requirements. He has no desire that you're not involved or that doesn't revolve around you in now that you're with him. If we had to classify stuff in technical terms, he's probably the most submissive dominant out there. Or the most dominant submissive ever. Works either ways.

― Thinking nobody's gonna be surprised by this one but Rhah loves having sex while high with you. That's the it kink for him. Loves it if only he's high. Loves it if only you're high. Loves it when you're both high as kites. But, if there's Marijuana or any other hallucinogenic substance or varying intensities involved? Yeah, he's all game. He's fairly gentle, vanilla and a generally kind and considerate lover other than that and very much prefers it that way. It's lovemaking for him. Not sex. It's all deliberate preparation, smooth touches, long bits of foreplay, staying in bed all day for various rounds, equal opportunity giving and taking, lazy, lingering kisses and being genuinely in the moment. Pure intimacy. Heightened senses. The accompaniment of some sort of lulling tune. Candles lit and blinds on, baby. The setting bordering on being sensually ritualistic. You could even say Rhah's something of a die-hard romantic in his heart of hearts because it all is oddly romantic and there's no two ways around it. If he could cover the mattress full of rose petals and light some incense, he very well would. He's a greater talker during sex too, if need be. Fantastic at dirty talk too and can very well go on a long, narrative ramble that is as hot as the deed itself. Man can get you off with words alone.

― Wolfe has a (severe) praise kink. Being on the receiving end of it, that is. Again, another bit of wartime environmental conditioning turned fetish and seeing as how he wasn't the most respected or even obeyed platoon leader there is and someone praising him and telling him something's well done, that he's doing good, giving him that bit of reverence, acknowledgment, nod of approval...well, it just leaves him with his mouth agape because it's a novelty he's positively starved for in every regard, on a pathological level, possibly. In fact, he's so starved for it he might just try his hand at dominance if this desire is frequently sated seeing as how him having the upper hand? Having an important task to do and someone thinking he's performing it well? Someone actually coming to him for guidance? Letting him lead!? Liking him as he leads!? Him being in charge for once and him being in charge being respected? It's a rare and elusive high of power he might just get used to. Christ, just put the palm of your hand on his cheek and say something in the vein of 'Lieutenant, you've done so well.' and the man's gonna go discombobulate on the spot.

― Bunny's into all things gross. Grossout everything. Spitting. Blood. Fluids. Scratches. Wounds. Gosh, everything that can prove to be hideously fascinating is a thing for him, mainly because it's new, taboo, he can get away with it and it verges on shades of morbid and yeah, by extension, it's prohibited and hot. He's like a sick kid vivisecting a frog to see what's inside and doing it with the utmost glee. Well, yeah. That's him. His fetishes can range anywhere from playing with your saliva as foreplay to asking if he can bite you (playfully, we'd hope) purely so he'd see what it tastes like and all the way down to knifeplay, drawing blood, fisting, fucking you with the barrel of a rifle, placing a gun against your head mid-sex, scarring his name into your flesh somewhere as a keepsake or dripping hot candlewax over your skin because it's fun and curious. Thing is, he needs a limit and if he isn't given one one way or another, he might thread into some very dark places indeed because he enjoys everything he probably shouldn't. Notwithstanding that he's a fiendish imp. That's why he liked or likes being in the war too, in his own words, because he can do whatever he wishes without little to no consequences, the way he'd see it. And what's the point of sex if it can't be like war is?

― Thinking the likes of Junior and Crawford are generally just too young and green to have any concrete kinks developed to the point their kinks are just...girls, you know? Girls being girls. Girls. Crawford likes a biking tan line and rubbing down your skin with cream to avoid a suntan and my god when he was a teenager, Junior drew a girl in a cat suit and he hasn't gotten over it since, in fact, a drawing of a woman in a cat suit is right next to his bunk bed even as he's serving his time in The 'Nam. So, yeah, that's the extent of their kinks, pretty much. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but their likes match their overall age and experience and it shows.

-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.