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[anon: Can you do a NSFW alphabet for kenshi? Cause that man is so fine] THANK YOU ANON THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES OVER !!!!! HE'S FIIIIIINER THAN FIIIIIIIIINE BROOOOO LIKE OH MY GOOOOOOD I HAVENT SEEN MUCH FOR HIM AT ALL!?!?!?!? LIKE I GET HE'S JOHNNY'S BOYFRIEND BUT HE CAN BE YOURS TOO

as i write this i am also actively writing a smut fic for him so oh em GEE thank you for reading my mind anon i love you i also hope you dont mind the projecting im head over heels for this man

cw: amab reader, NSFW, body worship, praise, light bondage, sensory play, blindfolding, breath play, edging, slight mention of orgasm torture, can you tell i have a favorite?, proofread MINORS DNI

ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ || ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kenshi is a saint. Beyond one, actually. It's almost like he commits the sex to memory. He knows exactly how to take care of you, every. damn. time. He's holding you close afterwards, kissing your forehead. Then he's picking you up, still holding you close to his chest. As he's carrying you to the shower, he's whispering all sorts of praises in your ears, as if you two aren't alone. He also asks you to be his eyes, even though he's remembered the layout of the room. He thinks it's intimate. He also loves washing you up, touch is a big thing for him. He's all soft and slow with it, scratching at your scalp in a very affectionate way, lathering your body up with soap. He loves it when you reciprocate it, as well. Having your hands wander down his body, from his face to his collarbone to his chest, and even further, shit, he's already moaning.

After the shower, Kenshi insists you wear one of his older shirts. Yeah, he can't see it, but he still likes the idea of it. Visualizing you in one of his shirts and your boxers, it almost gets him off. And once you two are laying back on the bed, he's going to give you a massage. He takes his time, even if you complain your tired. He doesn't care, he's taking in every bit of your body as he runs his hands down your back, tracing every single little divot in your definition.

Once that is all done, he keeps you in his arms. He'll fall asleep almost too quickly, but he needs another moment where he can hold you after sex, he wants you to know how much these moments mean to him, and he wants you to know exactly how much he loves you. Just don't kiss his neck, he's sensitive, and he's more than ready to go for another round.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kenshi's proud of his hands and his arms. He remembers them being big, and shit, they still are. But now, they are his guiding force, and part of the way he sees the world. Of course, Sento offers him vision in the way of spiritual outlines, but Sento doesn't do your body justice like his hands do. He knows your body by fucking heart, love. He's traced your body a million times over, and you're still not over his touch. He knows how much you yearn for it, and he won't ever deny you.

He loves your stomach, specifically just above your dick. He finds it to be soft, and inviting. But he also loves how sensitive you get when he traces his hands from your waist to your stomach. He loves just running his hands up your body, in general. Of course he does. He also loves your thighs. Kenshi is 130% a thigh man, all the way. Especially stretch marks. He loves just running his hands on the inside of your thighs, making you squirm and moan. You always catch a smirk on his face whenever he earns one of your pretty noises when he does this.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't mind where he's cumming, as long as he is. Whatever you're comfortable with, he'll do. Of course he loves to cum on your thighs if you want him to cum outside. Or on your stomach. He can't see it, but he likes to use that as leverage to show you what he loves about you. And if you're okay with him cumming inside, he's going to fuck his cum right back into you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh, he doesn't keep any secrets in the bedroom. He loves telling you all the things he wishes to do with you, to you. He's a cocky asshole in bed, and for good reason. He's always love the thought of you tied up, at his mercy. Or having you ride him till you physically can't anymore. Using a vibrator on you, orgasm after orgasm. He tells you it all.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kenshi's got the second most experience next to Johnny, I like to think. He's had his fair share of lovers and quick fucks, but nothing quite like you. He knows your body more than you do, he knows that small hitch in your breath when your riding him means you're going to cum, or the fact that your collarbone is the most sensitive part of your body. He's doing you a favor, really. Knowing you this well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowboy, Prone, Spooning, Eagle, he's got a whole arsenal of favorites. But, above all, he loves Lotus. He prefers whichever positions gives you the most pleasure, but he also loves being face-to-face. He loves being able to kiss you, so passionately, full of lust, adoration, and hunger. He loves feeling your breath on his face while he makes you feel good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's serious. Yeah, he'll be cocky and confident, but he won't crack any jokes or anything of the sort. He's going to let you know you're all his, and just how much he appreciates that. Kissing down from your jawline to your neck is another thing he finds intimate, it's something he does when he's not only needy, but he wants you to know just how much he wants you. Even if he's in you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got some hair. A little arm hair and a fucking magnificent happy trail, but he's relatively clean shaven pubes wise. If he ever thought about shaving his happy trail, you let it be known that you wouldn't fuck him for at least a month.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kenshi's a romantic at heart. Yeah, he's a devious guy, and he truly yearns for you with a lust like no other, but he's also making you feel loved in every. single. way. He's telling you just how much he loves you, and everything he loves about you. Your hair, which always falls in your face when your riding him, your waist and just how perfectly it fits his hands, your thighs and how warm and inviting they are, all of it. And there are always breaks in the moment, where he'll push his body up against yours, and kiss you till he can't breath. Quiet moments, where he runs his hand through your hair and rubs your thighs, just listening to your breathing. Shit, makes me weak in the knees to think about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's got a moderate sex drive, so if he can't have you, then he's jacking off about four times a week. But, if he can, he'll hold off until he can have you. Especially if he knows it'll be soon. He always has and always will prefer you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body Worship. With his sight gone, appreciating your body has a whole new meaning. Especially if you were with him before he lost his sight. Foreplay takes an HOUR, I mean it. He's loving on every single inch of your body, grazing over it with his warm fingers, kissing down your body and back up. He's a tease, like this. But he insists it's a crucial part of sex. And it is. Without it, he almost feels lost. He likes to go over your body as if he doesn't remember it. But god, he does. Sometimes, he can even make you cum like this. By the end of it, you're a whimpering mess, begging for his touch.

Praise is another one. With just how lustful and horribly unfair he is, he likes to praise you for doing such a good job and holding out for him. Waiting for him. He loves getting extremely close to your ear, and whispering "good boy," all breathily.

On that note, breath play is another one that he can't not use. Paired with sensory play, he likes blindfolding you and just tracing his mouth down your body. Breathing soft, heavy. Down your neck, listening as you shiver in delight. Knowing that you are at the same disadvantage as he is at sex, it actually really gets him off.

And finally, light bondage. Having you completely at his mercy, open to him. Even the mention of it gets him off. He loves it when you beg, actually. It's exciting, he always has to take a couple moments to figure out what he wants to do with you. Leaving you whining, begging for him to at least touch you when he's thinking.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, anywhere. He prefers to fuck you in his bed, but he also loooooves it when you ask for him to fuck you on the counter. The bed feels more intimate, and that is where you two fuck the most often. But like I said, as long as it's in the comfort of his own home, he's happy to fuck you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Touch. All of Kenshi's senses are heightened, but he is just extremely sensitive. When you come up from behind him and place your hands on his shoulders, and trail them down his body, that's almost like a death sentence. Anything you do in a teasing way, rubbing up against him, placing kisses against his neck, all of it. You can always feel his boner rise from his growing lust.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you. Now, he's all for edging you, overstimulating you, and overall just torturing you with his touch. But anything that could leave so much as a dent on your body is a hard no. It's something he's quite afraid of, actually. He wants to protect you, not harm you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kenshi loves receiving. He loves the warmth of your lips, and how they wrap around his cock so perfectly. He's also a little insecure about giving, mainly because he's unsure if he still has it like he used to. But, if you offer oral, shit. He'll practically beg for it sometimes. It's hard for him not to buck his hips, he always tries to restrain himself, but he just can't.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kenshi will always fuck you slow and sensual. As devious as he is, he NEEDS to take his time with you. Sex with him lasts almost the entire night, really. Don't worry, he'll fuck you till you see stars, but he prefers to keep the mood intimate. You don't mind it, no. He makes you feel good and loved in whole new ways.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hard pass. Kenshi hates quickies. Like full on hatred, despises them. He needs ample time to love on you and explore your body, he just can't properly get off in any less time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kenshi's comfortable where he is, and doesn't really like to experiment. He thinks what he's doing is just fine, and that's that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shit, he could go on all day and night if time permitted it. A full session for him lasts the entire night. He's going to make sure you cum at least twice, if not, more. Not just because of his stamina, but because of his yearning and lust for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

All sorts. Mainly stimulation ones, like a vibrator wand and a vibrating cock ring. He threw out his fleshlights after you two first fucked. He prefers to use them on you, but to be honest, he also enjoys fucking you with a cock ring. It makes him all kinds of loud. And it's especially pleasurable when he pushes all the way into you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kenshi is a fucking DICKHEAD. Like the definition of one. Some nights, he feels like edging you. Over and over and over, he likes to see just how far he can push you, until you can't take it anymore. But sometimes, he's merciful. He'll let you cum whenever you wish. However, there are a few times where he needs you to ask him to cum. And if you cum without permission? Hm, He's just not going to fuck you. You can figure it out, baby, you're already on his dick.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kenshi's rather quiet, but he still moans. All in your ear, sometimes he can't even get proper words out because he's just so caught up in your body and your touch. Sometimes, especially with his toys, he'll get all loud, moaning your name over and over again.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kenshi is rather possessive of you. You're his, through and through. And he makes it known. Sometimes, he can get a little primal during sex, holding onto you with such a purpose, whispering "mine" with every thrust into your ear. Trailing hickies from your jaw to your waist, he doesn't care who sees. He's not embarrassed. He wants- no- he needs people to know you're all his.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kenshi's biiiiig. He's a grower, 6.8" in length when hard, 1.9" across. He's moderately veiny, and leans slightly towards the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While he has a pretty high sex drive, it's actually malleable with you. He wants you all the time, yes, but he's also more than fine with waiting. He will always make his lust known to you, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After his aftercare ritual is complete, he's almost out. You can hear his voice drop and get all sleepy, and his movements become more lazy. Regardless, he wants to hold you a little before he falls asleep, so he does. He loves it when you rest your head on his chest, with his fingers running through your hair. He'll pass out after like a minute of that, actually.

#not mine #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi x reader #AAAAAAAAA #I’M FUCKING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

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punks-faves · 7 months

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Can you pls write a fic with double penetration with Johnny Cage and Kenshi. Reader is been flirting with both for quite a while and they can't take the teasing anymore.

I didn't put any flirting or anything, but it does have double penetration. I hope you still like it!

“Take off the fucking sunglasses, Johnny,” you hissed after craning your neck to see Johnny’s nakedness nearly fully there, except for the sunglasses.

You turned back to face Kenshi and leaned down to press your lips to his. His arms wrap around your waist to pull your body flush with his, and when your cock meets the expanse of his firm stomach, your mouth falls open.

You hear a clatter from behind you and then Johnny’s voice, “c’mon, are you really going to ignore me like that?” All of the work I did?” He whines.

You wanted to respond, but you were fairly preoccupied with Kenshi’s tongue in your mouth. You had to hand it to Johnny, he was surprisingly patient as he fingered you open to get you ready for his and Kenshi’s cock.

“You were taking too long to take off the glasses,” you responded after pulling away from the kiss. You pushed Kenshi down by the shoulders into the soft bedspread and leaned back into Johnny’s chest. His lips met yours when you turned your neck, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip before his tongue made its way into the space Kenshi’s just occupied.

“Ready?” Johnny asked once he pulled away. He made his way in between Kenshi’s spread legs, right behind where you sat on his cock.

You nodded, trying to mask the nervousness on your face.

“Hey,” Johnny murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “I told you we’ll take it easy,” his hands went to your chest, his fingers running over the skin right above your heartbeat.

“I know, Johnny,” you responded before you angled your mouth back into his.

When he pulled away, Johnny’s hands tightened on your chest to keep you in place. Kenshi’s hands were at your hips to hold you in the same fashion. Johnny’s forehead pressed to yours, the proximity made it to where you both gasped into each other’s mouths when Johnny slowly pressed inside.

“How do you feel?” Johnny asked, your lips brushed as he spoke.

There were a lot of words you could use, and at the same time, it felt as if you could think of none at all.

“Full,” you gasped.

Owned.

The word flashed in your mind when Kenshi’s fingers tightened around your hips, his nails digging into your skin. The feeling was almost too much, being surrounded inside and out by both men, but it was the best kind of too much, one that you only wanted more of.

You turned away from Johnny to look down at yourself, one of your hands going to your stomach. You fanned out your fingers over where their cocks throbbed inside you. You pressed your palm down softly and whimpered at the heavy feel of their cocks.

You clenched down, and this time when you let out a noise, Johnny and Kenshi let out ones of their own.

Johnny groaned before his head fell to your shoulder, “not gonna last.”

It was awkward at first trying to find the right rhythm, but once it had gotten going, you were at their mercy.

True to Johnny’s word, he didn’t last long. Inside, his cock made a mess of your hole as his cum started to drip out soon after he came with a choked off moan. One hand fell from your chest so he could wrap his fingers around your hard cock.

“That’s it,” Johnny murmured into the sweaty skin of your neck as your cock pulsed as you came in messy stripes over Kenshi’s chest. Flashes of pleasure danced behind your eyelids when your eyes fell closed under the intense pleasure. The next time you open them is just at the right time to watch Kenshi’s head fall back and his mouth open as he moans under the force of his orgasm.

You fell onto Kenshi’s chest as the three of you came back down. One of his hands ran soothingly down your sweaty back as he and Johnny pulled their softening cocks free. His lips pressed softly onto your cheeks before they were pressed softly to your lips.

“Okay?” Kenshi questioned.

“I’m good,” you responded and pressed another kiss to his mouth.

“Yeah you are,” Johnny said loudly before slapping your ass. He flopped down before you two with a satisfied groan, “I think Kenshi should go get a wet cloth to clean us up,” he says.

“Shut up, Johnny,” Kenshi responded.

“I did all the work earlier, and I doubt he can walk after what we did to him, so it’s gotta be you,” Johnny says back, his arms going behind his head, looking sated and comfortable. “I’m just saying.”

“Shut up, Johnny,” you said back while not even trying to hide the smile from your voice.

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punks-faves · 8 months

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An Abandoned Hotel | Hugo Stiglitz x gn!reader

@inlovewithhugostiglitz asked: okay so i had an idea for a fic,, so it’s hugo stiglitz x gn! reader with the prompt “you can sleep in my bed, it’s fine” and they end up cuddling and the basterds find them, if u do this tysm 😭

summary: you and Hugo are impossible to keep apart.

tws: swearing

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An abandoned hotel in the middle of absolutely nowhere, only a handful of rooms were left untouched by the recent Nazi bombings, destroying countless homes and businesses, forcing people to flee or risk their lives being taken from them in a cruel and inhumane manner; the alleyways smelled of death and sadness.

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#AFARATSTSGSGSGGDGDGDG #when #WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN #hugo stiglitz x reader #hugo stiglitz #inglourious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds #not mine

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punks-faves · 9 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 28: Tight Fit (Double Penetration)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader x Heavy

Summary: Medic asks a trusted coworker and friend for help when it comes to fulfilling one of your fantasies

Tags: threesomes, double (vaginal) penetration, size difference, riding, lube, man handling, dirty talk, praise, begging, comfort, aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

The Masterlist

You hadn’t realized how intense it would feel to have so much attention on you, but you couldn’t deny it was equally exhilarating. Medic on his own already knew how to smother you with affection until you were a blushing mess. You should have known adding a third into the equation would begin to border on overwhelming. “Are you sure you’re both alright with this?” you asked, taking some effort to keep your voice steady as two pairs of hands wandered your body, incessantly tugging at clothes in a half-coordinated attempt to remove them from you.

“As we’ve told you already, liebling, we are happy to do this for you.” Medic spoke between kisses pressed haphazardly against your cheeks and along your jaw. “Isn’t that right, Herr Heavy?”

From behind you Heavy made a sound of agreement as he reached around and tried to undo the buttons on your shirt with hands that were large enough to cup the front of your chest with one palm. The sheer size made an act as mundane as unbuttoning a shirt seem intimidating. Part of you would be content to simply be cradled in such a massive man’s arms forever. Another part of you, a far more licentious part, couldn’t wait to see if Heavy was large in all aspects of his physicality.

You and Medic had been engaging in activities such as this for a long while. In fact, it was pretty much known that the two of you were an item. However, threesomes had always been an object of fantasy for you. The novelty of it was alluring. Not to mention there was just something about being desired by two men at once that appealed to you. It probably would have remained a fantasy if it weren’t for Medic himself. Ever the mad scientist at heart, he had managed to pry the information out of you after an incident with some truth serum. You were pleasantly surprised when he was not only willing, but eager to fulfill your desire, and who better to help him than his most trusted colleague?

Medic hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down. His eyes went wide with momentary surprise before he quickly collected himself. “No underwear?” he asked, shooting a smug look at Heavy, who was sporting a slightly more restrained grin. “Someone came prepared, hm?”

“I didn’t know what to wear,” you admitted, beginning to stammer as you went on. “I don’t really have anything fancy or frilly.” Your breath hitched as Medic continued to kiss and suck at the soft skin of your neck. “I thought about buying something, but lingerie is so expensive, and-”

“Девочка, do not worry.” The sound of Heavy’s voice, quieter than you had ever heard it, yet still just as commanding, put a stop to your rambling.

“He’s right, meine liebe,” Medic reassured you, cupping your cheek. You leaned into the touch. “Just be a good girl for us, and all should go well.”

You nodded, although you couldn’t stop a shiver from running up your spine when Medic’s teeth grazed your neck. His kisses slowly trailed down to your collarbone, gently biting at the skin every so often. As for Heavy, he came up behind you, essentially trapping you between the two men as he too began to pepper kisses along your nape, caressing your waist gently, as if he feared you would snap if he touched you too roughly. You pawed at their clothes, pulling at buttons and flies or gripping at fabric, but any attempts to undress the two men were futile. Your hands were clumsy and they always found a way to redirect your grasp. It was a power play, no doubt about it-leaving you bare and exposed while they remained fully clothed, for now.

When the back of your thighs hit the edge of the bed you stumbled backwards, finding yourself seated on the mattress. You were barely even aware of being guided towards the bed, preoccupied by the barrage of teasing kisses and even a few bites that left faint bruises on your neck. Heavy climbed onto the mattress, seating himself behind you and and letting you lean back against his immense body while Medic looked over the whole scene in front.

Medic’s gaze was surprisingly soft as he leaned in and met your lips with his. You made a soft sound against his mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He dominated the kiss, a hand holding the back of your head to control when you could pull back for air. A shudder ran up your body as his free hand ran up your front, eventually cupping your breasts and gently kneading the supple flesh. When he pulled away you whined, a sound that went ignored as he turned you around to face Heavy, who was sitting back and patiently waiting, his cock having been freed from the confines of his pants.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. Fuck, he was big. You didn’t even realize how long you were staring until you felt a sudden swat on your ass. It wasn’t harsh enough to hurt but it made you gasp in surprise, turning back around to look at Medic with an accusatory glare.

“Sorry my dear, but we don’t want to keep Herr Heavy waiting now, do we?” He met your glare with a smirk, watching as your gaze softened when you were reminded of what exactly you were expected to do.

You straddled Heavy with some effort, eventually positioning yourself over his cock. You were already wet just from anticipation, and you prayed that would ease the stretch you were bound to feel. With a deep breath, you began to sink down onto him. The reaction was immediate, your sharp gasp mingling with a low groan from Heavy as you took him in inch by inch, not forcing yourself down too fast. Even though you were dating the team’s physician, that would still be a terribly embarrassing way to injure yourself.

As for Heavy, he gently eased you onward, encouraging you to hold onto him if needed, to use his body to keep you steady. You were a bit disappointed to find that his shirt was still on, running your fingers over the short sleeves where his class insignia was embellished. You had hoped to get an eyeful of that muscular build, but you weren’t about to let such a small disappointment deter you. You had more important things to concentrate on, like the stretch you felt as you finally reached the base of that cock, hilting Heavy inside of you with a cry, immediately followed by a sigh of relief. Just fitting him inside you felt like it had taken forever, and you took some time to stay still, adjusting to the feeling.

“Good girl,” Medic crooned from behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips, rubbing gentle circles. “Such a good girl for us.”

“I will go slow, when you are ready,” Heavy whispered, waiting patiently for you to become accustomed to his size. You began to squirm, as if you were struggling to ride him. Even so, he waited for you to give the go ahead in the form of a nod. He reached forward, nudging Medic’s hands away so that he could grasp your hips. You felt yourself being lifted and lowered rhythmically in Heavy’s grip, and soon realized that he was moving you of his own accord, gently but firmly bouncing you on his cock. The pleasure coupled with the strength you knew must have been necessary to maneuver your body so easily almost made you swoon. “Вы прекрасны,” Heavy sighed, taking in the sight of you losing your mind atop of him.

You couldn’t understand the words he spoke, but the admiration in his tone was obvious enough to make you blush. You were being moved faster now, having adjusted well enough that you hadn’t even noticed the increase in speed at first. The stretch and fullness that were initially sources of discomfort now felt so good. A moan escaped you as you let yourself be fucked and used by the colossal man, blissfully ignorant of the state Medic found himself in as he watched from behind.

Medic’s breathing had grown labored as he watched you ride his colleague. He was palming himself through his jodhpurs, trying to take some of the edge off. It was a bit embarrassing, especially for someone who usually considered himself a patient man. Sometimes he could even be content with simply watching a scene like this play out from the corner of the room, indulging in his more voyeuristic interests, but the sight of you stretched so perfectly around Heavy’s cock had him far too worked up. The sounds you made as you bucked and squirmed turned the pleasant warmth of his arousal into a desperate, burning need.

With a shaky exhale, the doctor came up behind you and began kissing the nape of your neck. You relaxed into the sensation, leaning back until you heard the distinct, metallic sound of his belt buckle coming undone. “Gott, liebchen, I don’t think I can wait anymore.” His voice was low and dripping with lust, making you shudder at the sound of it alone. “You’re wet enough to take us both, ja?”

Your eyes went wide and a shiver ran up your spine. The thought of both of these men thrusting into you frightened and aroused you at the same time. You imagined being filled so completely. Perhaps it was the dopamine or adrenaline that eventually overrode your sense of apprehension. Whatever it was, you responded much quicker than expected with a sincere “Fuck, yes!”

You let out a soft mewl when Medic’s length was pressed against you. He was painfully hard, desperate to feel you fitted around his cock. Heavy held you still, whispering soft words of encouragement that you could barely hear over the rush of blood in your ears. A soft snap, the popping of a cap, alerted you to a bottle of lube that Medic had grabbed from the nightstand. Perhaps it was initially meant to help you take Heavy, but since you had passed that milestone with little issue, it now had a new and very essential purpose.

Medic stifled a groan as he spread a generous amount of lube over his length, precum already beading at the tip from just the slightest bit of stimulation. He was practically shaking in anticipation of being inside you. He was desperate to feel how your body would squeeze and clench around him so nicely. He pressed a final kiss to your nape before he began to push in, entering beside Heavy with care, making sure to go slow.

No matter how eager you were for this, you couldn’t stifle a pained keen at the foreign, burning feeling of taking two men at once. Heavy rubbed gentle circles over your back, hushing your cries and encouraging you to lean against his chest. He whispered to you, reminding you to breathe, promising you that the pain would pass. Heavy leaned back, holding you against him and changing the angle of your bodies to be more comfortable as Medic finally hilted alongside him with a soft moan.

You whimpered when Heavy gripped your body tighter, barely restraining himself from bucking up into you. You were so tight, almost too tight, and there was no way either he or Medic would be moving until you relaxed a bit. Your hands scrambled for anything to hold onto, switching from the blankets, to Heavy, to anything else within your reach. You breathed deeply, trying to focus on anything that would help you calm down.

“You’re so warm.” Medic’s voice was soft and low, oddly soothing despite the way his words made your face heat up. “Gott, so gut, mein schönes mädchen. You feel so good!”

You cursed softly, still struggling to let yourself relax. Carefully, you tried to buck against the two men, only to wince at the sensation. It was too much.

“Doktor?” Heavy glanced between you and Medic with a concerned expression, looking for some reassurance that you would be alright, that this wouldn’t break you.

“Ja, I know. It is a rather tight fit,” Medic said, thrusting cautiously only to have you flinch in response. “Ah, I'm sorry, liebchen. Perhaps this will help.” A moan escaped you when Medic’s arm snaked around your waist, his fingers immediately going to work on your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as Medic began to rub circles over that sensitive bud, his fingers still slick with lube. You let yourself relax into the feeling, focusing on that delightful, frictionless stimulation. Kisses were peppered against your neck by both men, but no one dared to bite, at least not yet. This was meant to calm you, after all, to ease you into the fullness until they felt you relax.

“That’s it, darling. I think you’re ready for us to start moving again, ja?” Medic waited patiently for your response, eventually getting it in the form of a nod. “Perfekt. Misha, take her hips again, slowly. ”

Heavy was eager to do his part, but he made sure to study you for any signs of apprehension or discomfort. He wouldn’t start unless you seemed entirely willing and able to do this. When all he saw on your face was pleasure, he finally began to move you up and down once again. You could now take both him and Medic with relative ease, although you were still getting used to the feeling of being so full. You caught Heavy’s soft smile out of the corner of your eye. That look alone had your heart fluttering.

“That’s it, just like that. Gott, you’re so wet!” Medic’s voice deepened, low enough to be considered a growl. You inhaled sharply when he began to rub your clit harder. “Does it feel good to have us both buried deep in your cunt?”

Your whole body shuddered at the sound of such filthy words. It certainly didn’t help that they were true. “It feels so good,” you moaned, chasing the heat that was building in your core. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“Try to hold back, liebe. We don’t want to tire you out too quickly,” Medic whispered. The pressure on your clit lessened. It didn’t completely disappear, but it did fend off your climax for a while longer. Of course Medic would pull a stunt like this the moment he knew you were comfortable, letting his sadistic side show as he admired the way you squirmed, holding back laughter at the sound of your desperate little whines. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll let you come, eventually.”

You tried to look over your shoulder with a glare, only to pull the most positively pathetic expression instead. Quickly, you turned away, your face reddening. Heavy’s shirt was clenched tightly in your grasp. Your initial disappointment at the shirt’s presence was gone, and you now found yourself thankful for something to hold onto. No doubt you would be leaving harsh red scratches across the expanse of his chest had he undressed completely. Then again, the very idea that you could somehow hurt Heavy, a man so colossal in comparison to you, seemed laughable. As if to prove your point, his grasp on your hips tightened, moving you up and down faster, as if you were a mere toy. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood as you tried to hold back, stifling your moans into harsh whimpers and the occasional word.

“Please!” you whined, sounding absolutely pitiful. All you could do was hope that your pleas would elicit some mercy. “Fuck, oh fuck, please!”

“Please? Please what, liebchen?” Medic’s voice echoed in your ear, dripping with smug triumph as he drove himself deeper into you, bottoming out again and again. “Use your words.”

You knew you were shaking, tremors spreading throughout your body. There was no way you would last like this. Your mental resolve could only hold your body back for so long before something would give. “Please, please let me come!” you cried, your voice trembling almost as much as you were.

Heavy spoke for the first time in a while, his voice quiet, but slightly strained as he tried to hold back a groan. “She has been good for us, Doktor.” He sounded tense, as if he was growing close as well.

“Ja, she certainly has, unsere gutes mädchen.” Medic sounded breathless. You began to squirm in Heavy’s grasp, writhing and moving your hips in a way that was quite delightful for both of the men. Heavy tried to remain quiet, but you could tell his breathing was starting to quicken. Medic’s dominant facade finally broke down. You felt him shudder, wrapping his arms around your waist, struggling to keep his voice steady as he spoke those words you longed to hear. “Come for us. Be a good girl and let us hear you scream.”

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave the moment you processed what he had said, intensified by how long you had been holding back. You threw your head back, mouth agape. You weren’t sure if you were even making sounds or if you were just frozen in a silent scream. There was also a chance that you simply couldn’t hear yourself over Heavy, whose low grunts and gasps suddenly jumped in volume as he came, his orgasm driven forth by the feeling of you clenching around him. Of course you knew how loud Heavy could be on the battlefield, but god, you had no idea it could be so much more erotic in the bedroom. Your forehead came to rest on Heavy’s chest when the high subsided. His breathing slowed and evened out as he too rode out the final aftershocks.

It was Medic who finished last, thrusting your limp form against Heavy’s body as he desperately rutted into you, completely forgoing any semblance of gentleness. He held your hips so tight, even though it was obvious you were not going anywhere. You were certain there would be finger shaped bruises upon your flesh tomorrow morning. You whined as the sensation began to border on overwhelming, but that only seemed to spur him on more. Medic let out a low groan when he came, resting his forehead against the nape of your neck as he buried himself deep within you one final time.

Both Heavy and Medic were extra careful when they pulled out, going slow and trying their best not to overstimulate you any further. You tried to sit up before immediately falling forward against Heavy. Honestly, it seemed as if you had spent most of this little escapade falling, laying, or being pressed against him in some way, but you certainly weren’t complaining. He held you like porcelain that could shatter with one wrong move while Medic shuffled about the room, gathering all the necessities for some much needed aftercare.

The sensation of a damp cloth against your forehead made you open your eyes, which you hadn’t even realized had drifted shut. You sighed as Medic got to work sponging away sweat from your body from top to bottom. You winced at one point as he traveled lower and he gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, liebe. I’ll try to be careful.” He rested a hand on your thigh before proceeding. “I know you're very sore down here.”

“Наша милая, you did very well.” Heavy’s voice rumbled low in his chest as he let himself relax and enjoy the afterglow. You were eager to do the same once Medic was done with his little cleanup. He was incredibly meticulous with this routine as well, and you couldn’t help but find it humorous that this was the scenario that got him to act like a real doctor rather than a mad scientist. Between Medic’s diligent care and Heavy’s whispered words of affection, you had never felt more desirable. It matched your fantasy down to the last detail, perhaps even exceeding your expectations.

“There, all clean,” Medic said, tossing the soiled cloth into a pile along with the discarded clothes. It was basically the unofficial laundry pile at this point. You were already half asleep, but you were vaguely aware of Medic and Heavy situating themselves on either side of you, whispering softly to each other in words you could just barely make out.

“You are sure I can stay?” Heavy asked, and you realized he was considering returning to his own room. With a soft grunt, you clung to his arm, making your thoughts on the matter very clear.

Medic chuckled. “Well, it seems like our liebchen would rather we all stay here for the night.” You felt a soft kiss pressed to your cheek. “Isn’t that right?”

You gave a sleepy nod and Heavy wasn’t about to question your judgment. You heard Medic still murmuring to himself every so often, mentioning the Medigun and using it to heal some of the bruises left on your waist. You wanted to tell him that you would gladly wear the marks he had given you. They made you feel like you were his. However that was a discussion for tomorrow, as before you knew it, you were fast asleep, head resting on Heavy’s chest and Medic’s arm draped comfortably over your waist.

#tf2 #god this is so hot

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Ruin Our Friendship | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader (🍋)

anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Stay with me"+"Never wanted anybody more than I wanted you" Thank you so very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: you and Tommy think it's finally time to change the nature of your relationship.

tws: swearing, dry humping

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Soaked in sweat, Tommy slowly peeled off his shirt, his skin glistening as he exposed his muscles and his tattoos, all too aware of the eyes watching him; he bit down on the inside of his lip, wondering if he should ask even though he already knew the answer.

Thoughts already swarming his head as his breath hitched in his throat; all too aware that your gaze was following the droplets of sweat as they slowly trickled down his back. It was always like that when he got back from the gym, knowing that you were waiting for him at his flat for tea and a film, knowing that you couldn't fucking stop staring at his body.

He wished you would ask already, but he knew you too well and knew you wouldn't. He wished he could just turn around and crash his lips against yours, pin you to the bed and claim you for himself; he cleared his throat, sighing heavily.

"Stay with me tonight," he muttered. "Please?"

You quirked a brow, tilting your head slightly to the side. "You sure? Don't you have to be up early?"

Turning around, Tommy shook his head as he slowly approached the bed, standing between your spread legs and wishing that it was all different.

Wishing that he was about to watch you strip so eagerly for him and expose your body, beg him to claim every inch of it for himself.

"Yeah. No, I don't… I, uhm, I kinda… I don't… you never stay over."

You thought about it for a second. You used to stay the night almost daily, before… before things got awkward.

Before you realised that his biceps were so big and his chest was so heavy; before you realised how thick his thighs were and how large his hands were. Fuck. His chest looked so good, and his thighs even better. All glistening with sweat.

Why did he have to wear shorts?

You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I can stay."

Tommy nodded, the closest thing you would ever get to him actually thanking you, but you didn't mind; you knew Tommy well enough to know that he meant it. He always did enjoy company, even if he worried that you would leave, even if he worried that your love would come with certain terms and conditions like it had done with everyone else's.

But it never did. He looked at you for a moment, examining the way you gazed at him before he gently took your wrist in his hand and brought it to his chest; he grumbled softly at how gentle you were as you groped his chest, clenching his jaw.

"Fuck."

You retracted your hand, looking up at him. "Tommy… we shouldn't…"

Tommy furrowed his brows. "Why?"

"We're friends," you breathed out. "And alright, yeah, I've never wanted anybody more than I wanted you, but… we're friends, Tom. It ain't right."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby," you murmured, waiting for him to drop to his knees before you stroked a hand through his hair gently. "You didn't do anything wrong, just… I'd feel bad."

"Why?"

"Because I love you," you chuckled. "And I'd only fuck it up."

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at you. "You think I wouldn't be the fuck up?"

You shook your head. "You? No. You've always been great, Tommy. Always… it's me."

"I don't get it," he huffed.

"I just…" you shook your head. You weren't sure if it was the smell of his sweat or the way he looked at you, but you couldn't hold it in any more.

You grabbed him, pulling him onto the bed as you fell onto your back. His hips against yours as he groaned softly, his arms either side of your head and buried against the mattress. Your arms went around him by instinct, legs spread so it was a little more comfortable for you both, your eyes on his lips.

"Can I?"

"I thought you'd never ask," you admitted with a soft laugh.

Tommy smiled, nodding as he dared to lean down a little more, capturing your lips softly; something in him snapped, and he felt like suddenly everything made sense.

But fuck, the way you ground your hips against his was hard to ignore, and he couldn't help but to do it back; you copied, and he ground as hard as he could, making you break the kiss as you tilted your head back and moaned.

"Should I stop?"

"No," you pleaded softly. "Fuck, do it again."

Tommy smiled to himself, angling his hips as he thrust against you, the fabric of his shorts becoming tighter as he felt the fabric rub against his cock. Shit, he couldn't believe he was doing it. He grunted softly, rutting against you as you copied every movement; his breath was harsh and heavy as he pressed his forehead against the mattress, his lips right by your ear as you moaned his name softly. Bucking and rolling your hips as you chased every bit of friction that you could.

Tommy rolled onto his back, bringing you with him and tugging you to straddle his waist; bucking his hips up into you. Strong arms holding you close as your hands settled on his chest; you could feel his cock pressing against your ass as you opened your mouth, purposefully wiggling your ass just to tease him.

"Fuck."

"Tommy, are we really gonna do this?" You asked.

"If you want to," Tommy breathed out.

"Are we gonna ruin our friendship?"

He shrugged. "If you want it to."

You paused, thinking about it for a second before you nodded, daring to laugh. "I've had enough of the awkward shit, ain't you?"

Tommy grinned, letting his hands roam up and down your body as he nodded, swallowing thickly as he felt up every inch of you before tugging at your shirt; his eyes widened, excitement in his irises, as he watched you expose inches of skin before finally slowly taking your shirt off. He nodded in approval.

"I'm ruining our friendship."

#AAA-#not mine #tommy conlon #tommy conlon x reader #NO BUT THS #THID IS BEAUTUFL

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It says requests are open but please feel free to ignore if not and ofc don't do it if you do not feel like it or don't have inspo but may I request the mercs (tf2) reacting to finding out the reader (male ofc) has a voice kink and got turned on hearing them talk? Thank you in advance! have a nice day/night !! - transleviathan

Tf2 Mercs Realizing You Have a Voice Kink! || x Male!Reader +/18

Scout

Oh God, he gets so turned on when you tell him.

He already dirty talk babbles, now it's a hell of a lot more intentional.

Pulls you close and whispers dirty things in your ears

"Hey there, baby boy, wanna have a quickie?"/"Hey there prettyboy, you doing anythin' later tonight?"/"I got a bucket of chicken-"

Jeremy HAS and will CONTINUE TO take this as a massive ego stroke that makes him feel high as a kite.

Has asked to see if just his voice can get you off. (embarrassed when it can)

MAFIA VOICE HOTSHOT SCOUT THO

Soldier

He's really confused at first, but understands it after you lay on the compliments about how manly and hot his voice is.

Likes viewing it as him being superior to you in an authority figure in a military sense.

Solly likes dropping his voice suddenly to make you scream in surprise. He likes how you tense up and blush.

High key wants to kiss you when you get embarrassed.

Thinks it's funny when you giggle eagerly when he insults you in a deep voice.

Demoman

He's kinda caught off guard that you find his voice hot, but takes it and sprints with it.

Absolutely turns up the Scottish pet names and slang terms to fluster you. "Attaboy, there's a good lad." Is his favorite way to praise you.

Think it's cute how excited you get when he mutters under his breath.

Tavish grumbles an exasperated "Jesus christ.." and suddenly he has a cute Lil boyfriend in his lap and trying to kiss his face off.

PINS YOU DOWN AND DIRTY TALKS

Engineer

Oh this man takes it and runs with it. As soon as you tell him you like, really, like his voice, he feels his heart flutter

High key wants to role-play a cowboy and outlaw scene where he catches you and you 'convince' him not to turn you in.

You get "howdy"'d a lot more lol

SO MANY SOUTHERN NICKNAMES

Can't help but drop his voice and feel you up, God, he loves the reaction you give. You better be prepared for hot hyperfixation rants

Pyro

Overjoyed that someone actually likes their voice- not in the invasive way. When you confess that you find the muffling of their voice from their gas mask.

They like that your Kink isn't more... explicitly their voice, moreso the muffling.

The heavy breathing and little whines that you can hear when you're close.. nobody else hears that but you, and it turns you on.

Pyro likes talking to you through little orders that are easy to understand. (mmt./sit, mhpay./stay, mm mny./good boy)

Likes grabbing you by your hair and pulling you close to make you listen to the hissing of air from the gas mask.

Heavy

GOD. DAMN. This man goes above and beyond with his accent and russian talk around you after you tell him

He's super flustered but also really happy that you find his voice attractive! He's always been insecure about how he sounds in English because he sounds stupid when he talks in English.

When you express attraction to Heavy's voice, he gets all happy and confident.

"Oh? You like Heavy's voice!" Heavy pins you against a wall, his laugh shaking you. "Good."

Medic

"Oh, but listening to me talking about vivisections grosses you out?" kind of teasing

HUUUUGE ego boost to him, def likes teasing you with his voice and gently touching you in little ways (grabbing thighs, petting stomach, rubbing neck) ALL TOUCHING FROM BEHIND JESUS CHRIST

Again, loves holding you from behind and growling things int your ear as he kisses your neck. (please introduce him to mirror sex PLEASE)

German. So. Much. Fucking. German.

Wants to teach you German so so so badly!!!!

Spy

he knew you had a voice kink as soon as he talked to you.

He loves sneaking up on you and whispering dirty french in your ear. You don't know exactly what he's saying, but you know it's said to make you blush.

Only translates the dirty talk to english to fluster you further with an "Oh, I'm sorry dear, let me translate.."

Spy loves making you flustered with different voices, especially with roleplay scenes (loves dressing up in elaborate roles i'll die on this hill)

Sniper

Pins you against a wall and whispers into your ear, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. "Oh, so you gotta thing for Aussies then? Right, I can work with that, darlin'~"

This man WILL bring you on a sniping mission and order you to get off as his eyes are trained on the target.

Likes how he can just order you to be aroused, just by a certain word or inflection in his speech. He grins like a predator when he realizes his power over you and God. You know it's over for you.

Has offered to dirty talk his way into getting road head

#not mine #ooooh #this is hot 🥵

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DEMONS TO SOME | ANGELS TO OTHERS

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It's tru

#someone said bo sinclair vibes and I-#ur so right

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Still Awake | Donny Donowitz x m!reader

anonymous asked: Donny with I'm just gonna bash your fucking brain in ( really just this scene...)

summary: Donny knows you all too well for your own good.

tws: war mentions, swearing

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The stars outside gleamed a silver smile along with a laughing moon while the winds whistled a fine old tune; a tune that had been heard by every ancestor, yet had been drowned out by the sounds of gunfire, mortars, shelling, tanks, and death. Hurricanes and blizzards, no storm could be heard over the raging melody of death and destruction.

Yet, within the tunnel, a bear slept soundly beside the man he loved.

His arm thrown over his man, Donny was snoring softly, the soft breaths warm against the back of your cold neck; his leather jacket draped over you, and one of Wicki's thicker jackets beneath it, yet you were still so cold.

The broken tunnels did very little in terms of warmth, cold droplets of semi solid water trickling between the cracked stones; Donny didn't seem to notice as he slept in his vest, his trousers pulled down to his ankles after he complained that he was too warm, his baseball bat right in front of you.

Some of the names had become smudged, yet still legible and still readable; every name a different story.

Every name a different loved one who should have been safe. A loved one who should be alive. You looked away, not wanting to be reminded of what would be waiting for you if they were to capture you; you knew all too well, but you had to keep fighting. You couldn't give up, couldn't let them kill more people as the hours went on; it was like Aldo said - the only good Nazi is a fucking dead Nazi.

The best thing any of you could do for anyone was to kill every single one of those fuckers, the more painful the death, the better.

Make them pay.

Make them regret every word, every action.

Make sure they could never hurt anyone again.

Make them rue the day they ever put that fucking uniform on; some of them lied, said they were only following orders and didn't actually believe in what they were doing, but they were fucking liars.

The lot of them, every little fucker who so much as nodded along to speeches, deserved to die.

Donny tried to pull you closer, a grumble coming from the back of his throat as he realised that he couldn't, and he sighed as he dared to open one eye; gently, he tapped your stomach with his rough fingers, and moved to sit up.

Looking down at you, he frowned. "You're still awake?"

You nodded, moving onto your back as you sighed, shivers running through your body as you missed his warmth. "Too cold to sleep."

He tutted, daring to straddle your waist for a moment before he gently lowered his body onto yours, trying not to laugh when he felt you chuckle at the sudden contacts. "This any better?"

"You becoming a blanket?" You teased, daring to bring a hand up to card through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. His dark black hair was somehow still soft, like it had been washed just that morning, even if you knew that he had not gotten the chance to wash it for weeks.

Then again, neither did you. It was difficult to find bodies of water that were big enough to bathe in, even more difficult to come by certain basics like towels, spare clothes, soap; everything was hard to find and to come by when you weren't even allowed to be in contact with other allied regiments unless it was an emergency.

Basterds were on their own, and that meant no rations, which meant that everything you could find, you had to salvage however much you could; you would have killed for a bar of soap. You couldn't blame Donny for smelling a bit, given the circumstances, and you were certain that you did as well; but his hair was still so soft, you wondered if he secretly had a bar of soap to himself that he wasn't sharing.

Probably not.

His stubble was getting thicker by the day, it would only be a few weeks until he had a proper beard; you could remember the days when he would despise himself for not shaving every day. Those days were long gone; now, even being able to trim facial hair was a fucking luxury and a half. As much as you knew you were doing the right thing by killing every Nazi you could find, you did wonder if the other allied regiments were better off; they were given rations, they had places to wash.

"You're doing it again," Donny murmured.

"What?"

"You're doing that thing where you wonder if the other guys are better off," he mumbled against your skin, "y'know, that thing where you think that maybe you'd be better off under some fuckin' McAuliffe cunt's command."

"You really know me that well?" You asked, tugging at his hair gently to force him to look at you.

Donny smiled as he nodded, raising his brows slightly. "Course I do... gonna make you my husband one day, I'd like to think I fuckin' know you as much as I do myself."

"Fair point," you hummed, letting go of his hair so that you could put your arms behind your head. "You really think we're gonna live that long, though?"

He didn't want to say it, didn't want to admit that he really wasn't sure if he thought about it for more than a few moments; but he also knew that if he didn't say it, then you would be worse off. He couldn't have that.

"Yeah, of fuckin' course I do! Anyone who tells me otherwise, I'll tell them straight: I'm gonna bash your fucking brains in."

"What if I tell you otherwise?"

"You won't," he glared at you with big brown eyes as he shook his head.

You licked your lips as you swallowed thickly. "What if I do?"

"Then," he moved up, straddling your waist again as he planted his hands on the cold stones either side of your head, a smile coming to his face. "I guess I'm gonna have to fuckin' kiss you til you think differently."

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but to smile; he could remember you being so small that people had to carry you. He used to be so small that he couldn't kick a football when he was younger. He couldn't remember you both getting so much older; you had become so handsome. He got so tall. Wasn't it just yesterday that you were playing in the street outside his father's barbershop?

So many years together, one season following the next like it was nothing; everything you had done together growing up, had brought you both here. He still loved you as much as he did when you were both small; he still loved you as much as he did when you were stupid children. So natural a fit, it was no shock that, if you were to make it out of the war alive, there would be a canopy to stand beneath just around the corner.

"I love you," he breathed out.

"I know," you mumbled, gently cupping his cheek. "I don't wanna lose you."

Leaning into your touch, Donny shook his head. "I don't wanna lose you, either."

"Tell me we're gonna make it out alive. Tell me it's all gonna be alright."

#not mine #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz #inglourious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds #bear Jew my beloved

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So Kalt | Wilhelm Wicki x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! I hope you are doing well :) May I please request a Wilhelm Wicki x m!reader with the prompt “But does it matter when the only thing we love will die?” I was thinking that the reader could be really cynical and jaded because of the war and is trying to push Wicki away because of it, but Wicki is persistent and isn't giving up on the reader. Y'know, just something angsty and fluffy. Thank you! (p.s. your writing is genuinely always so good :))

summary: you know you can't tell him, as much as you want to, you know you can't say a damn thing to him.

tws: mentions of death/fascism/torture/etc, swearing

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There were things that a soldier could never say out loud or else he would risk being overheard and getting himself into a rather sticky situation that could risk his life or worse, the lives of others; there were things that you could never say, could never admit to, could never be honest about. Things you knew that, if anyone knew, they would end up being able to tell what, or rather who, your weaknesses were.

Even amongst the Basterds, your most trusted friends and your closest family, could never know those things; Donny, your beloved best friend who could make you laugh until your sides ached and you were sobbing, could never know those things.

Aldo, your self confessed new big brother who could give you confidence and would tease you into the ground in the same breath, could never know those things. Wicki, your beloved Wicki, could never know.

There was more to it than that, though. You knew, if you were to be the captured by the Nazis, that they would kill you after they were done torturing you; you were well aware that the chances of making it out of the war alive were slim to none, and you had come to accept that. You just didn't want anyone to be upset when it happened.

You didn't want anyone to miss you, to be heartbroken by you leaving them, especially not Wicki; nothing mattered anymore, life was worthless, but you knew that you had to keep fighting - even if you only killed one Nazi, that was still worth it.

You could die at peace knowing you had thrown a spanner in their works and helped to bring down the fascist war machine; but other than that, you were merely cannon fodder.

You would never tell Wicki, your beloved Wicki, of your little secret though; you would never tell him that you loved him, that you cared deeply and truly for him. You would never tell him that when he smiled at you, your heart ached; when he laughed at your jokes, your hands shook; when he snuggled into you at night to preserve warmth, you froze and felt safer than you ever had before.

You couldn't tell him that you loved him, and that you would spend your dying breath to keep him safe.

A very real possibility, you knew that too well, but you were prepared; if it came down to your life or his, you would die knowing that you saved him.

But you had to keep him at a distance, you knew you couldn't let him know that you loved him so much; you had to keep pushing him away even though he always came back, always came and told you that you would never be able to get rid of him no matter how hard you tried.

He wouldn't let you go that easily, he would refuse.

It was a cold night at the campfire, you had given Donny your jacket to use as a pillow while he lounged on the ground behind you; most of the ice had melted amongst the grass and dirt, making it cold and damp to the touch, uncomfortable by all means.

Aldo was talking over plans with Hugo and Omar, muttering and mumbling amongst themselves. You and Wicki were sat at the fire, and every time you found yourself trying to lean into him, you forced yourself to move over.

No getting close.

You needed to shuffle along, out of his grasp, every time that you found yourself about to rest your head against his shoulder; but while you would move a few inches, Wicki would move just as much, keeping close to you as he resisted the urge to hold your hand and to put his arm around you.

He made little moves here and there, passing you his coat to keep you warm, resting his knee against yours, but you kept pushing him away.

In all honesty, Wicki wasn't going to give up that easily, he wasn't about to let you go without fighting for you first; he loved you, he wanted and needed you to know that, but if you kept pushing him away, he couldn't tell you.

More than anything, he just wished that you would stop pushing him away so much, that you would let him in even a little bit; but he was also painfully aware of what war did to people.

He knew that you weren't the same man as the one who had volunteered back in thirty nine; he knew you were a lot more jaded, cynical, and cold thanks to what you had seen, been through. He couldn't blame you, even if all he wanted was for you to let him in even the slightest little bit, just budge the door open enough so that he could see into the hallway.

You shivered, and Wick didn't think twice as he grabbed you, sinking to the floor and pulling you between his spread legs; using his heat and keeping you closer to the fire so that you wouldn't be so cold, but much to his disappointment, you only argued.

"Let me go, Wilhelm."

"Nein," he growled. "Du bist zu kalt."

"Let me go."

"Ich sagte nein," Wicki huffed, his breath warm against the back of your neck. "Sitz still."

You caved, huffing and puffing curses at him as you did your best not to relax into his grasp; it was warmer, you couldn't deny that, and you did stop shivering when he grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around you as best as he could, the fabric bunched between your body and his.

"You're lucky," he murmured. "If I didn't love you so much, I might've let you freeze."

You paused, going completely still as you clenched your jaw; no, you couldn't tell him. He had a chance to make it out alive, you didn't; you wouldn't see the end of the war, there was no point in giving yourself any false good that maybe you and Wicki could have a relationship in the slightest. You swallowed thickly, pretending you didn't hear what he had said.

"I'm sorry," Wicki grumbled. "I shouldn't have said that, but... but I wish you'd stop pushing me away."

You moved, only enough to be able to reposition yourself so that you were facing him, glaring into his eyes as you clenched your jaw, shaking your head. "I have to."

"You don't."

"I do," you insisted. "You have a chance, Wilhelm, I don't... you'll make it out alive, I won't."

"You don't know that."

"I wish I didn't," you huffed. "But I do. You've seen the shit we're fighting against, you know what they're doing to people like us. I'm not gonna make it out alive."

"Don't say such things."

"I'd love to love you," you told him quietly. "But does it matter when the only thing we love will die? Does it matter how I feel when they could use that to hurt you?"

Wicki licked his lips, placing his hands on your face as he sighed, his skin so warm and yours so cold as he furrowed his brows. "Yes. Of course it matters... I'm not giving up on you."

"Wilhelm, don't."

"Listen to me," he was just shy of commanding you. "Ich liebe dich, und ich wird für uns kämpfen."

"Don't."

"I love you," he insisted. "I'm not giving up that easily... bitte, mein Soldat... don't push me away."

He was wearing you down, his sweet and honeyed words too good to be true; you could feel tears starting to come to your eyes as you swallowed thickly.

"What if you die because of me?"

"I won't," Wicki dared to smile. "Because you'll make sure I don't... please, don't push me away."

"I don't want to," you admitted. "But-"

"Don't think about anything else," he told you sternly. "Only what you feel."

"You promise nothing bad'll happen?"

"Natürlich. Ich verspreche."

You nodded, and crashed into him, your face against the side of his neck as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, sniffling. "I'm sorry I ever pushed you away, I just... fuck, I'm worried."

"You have me," Wicki said kindly, sweetly. "You don't have to worry."

You nodded again. "I should've listened to you from the start, you were always the smart one."

"Du bist ein attraktiver Mann," he chuckled. "Aber... nicht sehr klug."

"Stop," you chuckled softly.

"Kiss me," he mused. "And I'll stop."

"You asked for it," you pointed out as you pulled away.

He met you halfway, trying not to wince at how you were still so much colder than he was, but he soon melted into it; one hand on your lower back, fingers splayed, the other resting at the back of your neck as you dared to sneak your hands up under his shirt.

His breath hitched as your cold skin dragged up to his chest, but he soon smiled, nearly grinning as he eagerly kissed you; it was infectious, and just before he pulled away to catch his breath, you started to smile, too.

"I did ask for it," Wicki nodded. "I'll ask for it again, if you want me to."

"In a minute," you said, reaching into your pocket. "Cigarette?"

"Who am I to say no to such a handsome man?"

#wilhelm wicki x reader #wilhelm wicki #inglourious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds #not mine #sometimes when I’m reading dialogue for characters I have a hard time picturing what their voices sound like saying it #but not with this oh absolutely not with this #literally just imagining Wicki saying this?#melting

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