#Joe Liebgott imagine

[speirslore]

band of brothers: types of kisses hc

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

dick does not like pda only because he's extremely private and wants your relationship to be for the two of you only... no matter how nosy nix is

but there still are occasional kisses to your cheek when he’s more relaxed in front of other officers

he's tender and careful too; dick is always cupping your face, a thumb brushing across your cheek or brushing hair away from your face

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

especially at the beginning of your relationship, he feels incredibly inexperienced, or at the very least, out of practice

he’s very okay with you taking the lead when kissing because he doesn't want to do anything wrong

dick is tentative and private but very into it... it's a good thing he has an insane amount self discipline because otherwise he would be kissing you 24/7

[lewis nixon]

speaking of self discipline… lew does have it but he also chooses to ignore it most of the time, if he wants to kiss you then he's going to kiss you

so many morning kisses

honestly just anytime in bed because lew plays fast and loose with 'morning' and sleep cycles

absolutely never wants to get up, has to be coaxed with a lot of kisses and cuddling, it is a huge ordeal

he always kisses with some degree of mess, a little uncontrolled, perhaps a little desperate

a lot of sudden kisses too like you think you're safe and then boom he’s all of the sudden in the room, pulling you towards him

will take advantage of any opportunity no matter how small... does he have any shame? (no, not really)

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

“i don’t want to rub it in their faces…" he'll insist, "y'know... what they don’t have”

sureeee... the blush on his cheeks says otherwise though

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

lip is always paying attention to you and what you need and how you feel and that extends to physical affection

always wants you to feel okay, better than okay, great

and if a kiss can make you feel better then he’s more than willing to oblige

affection between the two of you is every casual and common, always kissing, holding hands, some sort of physical touch

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

kissing the stress and worry away from his face and tracing his scar with your thumb before kissing it gently, your noses almost touching after you pull away to catch your breath, the two of you wearing twin smiles

and whenever you say goodbye or reunite, you both try not to make a scene, but it's always a little bit of a scene tbh... like having to be without carwood's kisses for a week is basically criminal

all the other men think it's extremely cute though, don't worry

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

he will always come out of nowhere and will always find time for a smooch

every time you think surely ron isn't in this area, he's supposed to be somewhere else, he's not in this building... you are proven wrong

is incredibly good at carving out time to see you... and finding private places for the two of you

like he's definitely scoped a few places out before he goes to find you

one time you were in his office kissing and someone knocked on the door and he huffs and pouts because he has to break away from you, even if it's only for a second- he's not happy about it

ron barks out, “not now," before returning to you will a warm, soft smile

heavy on kisses instead of words

ron is very physical...whenever you finally pull away from a kiss... you can always see things/emotions in his eyes that you know he's not ready to say yet and finds difficult to articulate

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

okay yes, don is kind of unhinged (stealing a motorcycle, drinking methanol, etc) but not with relationships... like flirting?? kissing??

he's still incredibly enthusiastic about your relationship... very much so

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

turns beet red so easily, like you love kissing him and pulling away to see him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears <3

it's just so fun and he's having a great time... and don cannot hide his emotions or what he’s thinking so whatever he's thinking always comes out when you're kissing

"god, you're beautiful. you should bring this dress to paris when we go next weekend. oh- y'know what, skip still owes me that $40 i lent him. i really need that for next week's pass so-"

"don," you interrupt gently, brushing a hand across his jaw

he'll blush and smile sheepishly, "right, i'm shutting up, back to kissing..."

he's shy yet so excited and wants to do everything right, willing to learn and wants to learn, and just wants his inner emotions and love for you translate with physical affection

and it definitely does! don is extremely endearing and you love him for it

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

his eye contact, his touch, his raspy voice… everything is intense in the best way possible

his hands already feel like fire, so warm against your own skin

he loves just laying next to you in bed, just observing you and taking it all in

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

he's also extremely private about affection with you, just because it means so much to him

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

and really likes pillow talk and just listening to your voice, your stories, and your perspective

he likes your reassurance too, your love, he's never felt anything like this before

so whenever he can manage to have free time alone with you, he's always savoring it

joe could kiss you for hours, he truly loves taking it all in, going slow, and savoring the time you have together

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

george gets so excited being with you he doesn't want to sleep

the biggest sleepover vibes

like you both very seriously decide to go to bed but then george says something funny or does his dike impression and then you both start laughing and talking again

and kissing again, sometimes the impressions are so good you have to reward him

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

huddling in a foxhole together, in the thick of it together, like yes they don't have much food, supplies, or ammo but george is not going to let them take kisses away from him too

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

he just feels so lucky to have you and has to kiss you accordingly

kissing you and just being with you can make him a little emotional… a happy little high

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

babe is kind of like a baby deer, he's a little clumsy and sometimes unsure but he's definitely got the spirit

he is confident but he does tend to second guess himself when it comes to you, he just doesn't want to mess anything up.

like what if he uses too much tongue or he headbutts you on accident... he's just overthinking it

and sometimes you just have to grab his arm and pull him toward you and kiss him yourself

when you're alone, babe lovesss laying on your chest letting you run your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead... but don't tell anyone

jk he doesn't care if anyone knows (and they absolutely do know)

and the guys can't even tease him that hard about it, that's much everyone loves babe... they're just happy for him tbh

babe definitely gets a little needy sometimes like where’s his daily kiss allotment :(

and he can get clingy... will 100% wrap his arms around, you pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder just because he hasn't seen you that much today

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

poor eugene, he's exhausted and jaded... a lot of the time… and the rest of the company gives the two of you space as often as they can because they know how much your presence helps him

tired kisses as in he is putting in effort but his lips don't move as fast or as needy

he's more languid and calm, and it's very enticing

forehead kisses too omg

he lovesss when you kiss his forehead; pull him against your body, your chest, your arms and he feels safe and secure

he likes kissing the top of your head too, his nose in the crown of your hair while murmuring something in french

you catch various words in french that after spending so much time with gene you can understand now

like mon ange, mon amour, ma moitié (my better half? sobbing)

your presence is so grounding for him and makes him feel more normal, like he's not constantly surrounded by death and pain

you make him feel like he doesn't have to be constantly on edge, like he can take his helmet off and not be on alert, like he hasn't totally lost himself in his job... your kisses are so grounding for him

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

like sometimes he just has to kiss the worry off of your face

and vice versa, towards the end of the war it's not even just kisses but your presence and touch alone become extremely reassuring for him

but also... buck can be so cocky sometimes, he loves showing you off

you secretly (not so secretly) love it... like sorry it's hot

like once when the two of you were at a pub in england... he's gambling, he's drinking, he's smoking, and ofc he's kissing you!

what else is he supposed to do when he wins at darts or cards... come on

the guys hype him up and just hide their jealousy because you and buck very often seem like relationship goals

he's always touching you, like usually has a firm grip around your waist

always laughing together, everything you do together automatically seems so intimate

like in a room with the other guys... they do feel like they're intruding

just because you and buck are in the corner laughing and talking together, the love and intimacy feels like it takes over the entire room

it's just so passionate and obvious he's head over heels and that definitely comes across in his kisses

[joe liebgott]

joe's kisses strike me as tender but demanding and needy at the same time

he's a taker.... but also a giver so it evens out

some very, very eager kisses

like pushing you up against a wall, hand sliding up your thigh and mouth working down your neck...

joe is a great multitasker!

accidentally bites your lip once, it wasn't that hard or anything but he went bright red and was apologizing profusely, but also was like, "did you like it though..."

(you did but...)

bottom line is joe's just a tiny bit feral around you at all times honestly

you never know when he’s going to pull you into his lap and kiss you and you both loveeee when you sit on his lap

the men are very used to it by now

he also likes living on the edge, like who cares if the patrol's supposed to be back any minute now and could walk in at any time?

messy kisses like his mouth is just everywhere basically, he wastes absolutely no time

he is so noisy: whines, groans, moans, laughs, you get everything with joe

also loves when you tug and pull on his hair while kissing, he specifically requests it

but joe can also get incredibly soft and sweet and tender but that's strictly for your eyes only... he has a reputation to uphold ofc

he totally blows you kisses whenever one of you leaves the room... it starts ironically but now he really does enjoy doing it

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

like definitely over the top romantic... it's so serious to him

he's read enough (a lot) romance novels and craves that book and movie worthy relationship and love

his life IS a victorian romance novel and he will act accordingly

everyone else thinks it's incredibly cheesy but you think it’s really cute

it means so much passion whenever he's talking about you, talking to you, kissing you, etc

he's always trying to think of the right words to say and you’re like “david, just kiss me please”

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

his touch is just always so tender, you can feel the passion and love through his kisses

he's a little hesitant sometimes, starts off slow but it's extremely easy to get him worked up and make him lose some of that self control that he works so hard to maintain and portray

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

yeah... yeah, what more is there to say

floyd just has a way (from a lot of practice) with his mouth

he's also very attentive and is always surveying how you're reacting and feeling, always wants to make you feel good and lovesss watching your reactions

he loves when you make noises of surprise or pleasure, he always ends up grinning into your kiss, he just thinks it's sooo cute

however i do think the more serious your relationship gets and the more feelings that are attached, the more likely he gets nervous... just a little bit

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

takes the lead, cups your cheek, always knows what to do with his hands and the perfect the angle to tilt his head

will sometimes stop super close to your lips and just grin, teasing kisses

floyd loves having all of your attention to himself, when you loop your arms around his neck, when your lips are on his face, when you're talking quietly only for him to hear, when you're the only one that actually calls him floyd, ugh he just melts

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

especially at the beginning of your relationship, you definitely have to kiss him first and initiate everything

he's so scared of reading the moment wrong and messing everything up

which you always reassure him that he won't

he has literally the entire company hyping him up, they've been waiting for y'all to get together for basically years now

but once he's more comfortable, he's always wrapping his arms around you, smiling, and kissing you freely

he struggles to articulate all love and emotions he's feeling but you still love listening to him talk about it

he just blurts out "i love you so much" one day after kissing, when you're laying in bed in austria

and he immediately looks terrified, not that he regrets what he said because he most certainly means it, but he doesn't know what you're going to say

but it's only a few seconds before you grin and throw your arms around him, "i love you too," you mutter before kissing him, a little more intense, and with a little more fervor than your usual kisses

[bill guarnere]

his nick name of wild bill definitely applies to his kissing style

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

but also... if it's the two of you alone, having a mellow morning or night, bill does get soft

the other guys aren't even surprised by that, they know he has a soft and gentle side to him, they can see it whenever you're with him

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

trying to burn the visual of you into his brain so he can keep it forever

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

he hates seeing you upset or stressed and he uses kisses and physical affection to help

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

and it's never easy to not be constantly reminded that you're in the middle of a war, about to jump into france, etc, but with him, his firm arms around you, it's a little easier to forget

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

he will never run out of ways and words to compliment you

he's been admiring you from afar for sooo long, now that your in his arms it feels incredibly surreal

his kisses are always firm and secure

and chuck really likes when you take the lead and take what you want from him

being away from you always stirs something extremely confident and desperate in him

really enjoys holding your hand

always having physical contact with you, that's a necessity

ooo... he loves having a hand on your thigh

especially if he can sneak it under the table during dinner or a meeting

just his hand sliding up and down, gripping and then releasing, and then looking at his innocent yet knowing smile...

that definitely leads to some intense kisses, your hands running through his hair, hand cupping his jawline, you leading the show

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

[aliciax3]

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This was my fate; giving in to your lips, to your eyes.

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

Warnings: Explicit - 18+, unprotected sex

Summary:

You finally give in to your attraction to Joe Liebgott.

Notes:

There's a lead in to the smut, and a little fluff sprinkled at the end, but this is basically just a detailed sex scene. So if that's your thing, read on. ;)

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Toccoa, 1942

Joe Liebgott: the sexiest of all of the Easy Company boys; in your humble opinion, anyway. All of the boys flirted with you, but you only had eyes for him. Unfortunately, when you joined the paratroops as the only woman, you promised yourself you wouldn't get involved with anyone. The last thing you needed was to only be seen as someone's play thing in a man's world.

So even though Joe seemed to be interested in you, too, you tried to make sure that you were never alone together. Because you knew that the second you were, you would jump on him. Even just sitting next to him created so much sexual tension; you hoped it wasn't obvious. You tried to even act like he annoyed you so that no one would know the truth. And you had been doing pretty well so far, until one day...

"Latrine duty!" Sobel yelled, half looking like he enjoyed assigning it. "Let's see... Liebgott!"

You glanced over at Joe who was grunting and rolling his eyes at being called on, but then you continued on with what you were doing. It hadn't occurred to you to be worried about who else Sobel was going to call.

"And..." Sobel continued as he looked around for his next victim. "Y/l/n!"

Your eyes widened, and your first instinct was to glance back at Liebgott, but he was already looking at you this time, with a big smirk on his face. Oh no...

You quickly shuffled over to Sobel. "Captain Sobel, permission to speak, sir?"

"Denied. Latrine duty. Now."

"Yes, sir..." You sighed as Sobel walked away, and Joe came up beside you, smiling.

"Let's go, buddy. Duty calls." Joe winked and put his arm around your shoulder.

You glared at him with a dirty look, causing him to take his arm back.

"Lighten up, dollface. I don't know why you hate me so much, but I plan to have that changed by the end of the day." He smirked.

Outwardly, you rolled your eyes, but in your head you were telling him that you only hate him for making you want him so badly.

The two of you grabbed the cleaning supplies and then made your way to the latrine. When you arrived, you made sure to set some ground rules.

"You start on that side, I'll start on that side, and we'll meet in the middle. And then we'll do the shower," you said as you pointed around the room. "Just stay out of my way."

"Suit yourself, but I bet by the time we're done here, you'll be begging me to come closer." He winked again.

You rolled your eyes yet again. "Don't flatter yourself."

As you were cleaning, Joe started singing for awhile, and then started going on and on about some comic book he's read.

"Do you ever shut up?" You finally asked from the bathroom stall next to him.

"Maybe if you ask nicely."

"Okay. Please shut up?"

"Would you really prefer to work in complete silence?" He asked.

"I'd rather work listening to the voice in my head than listen to yours." The truth was, you loved his voice. And it was driving you crazy in all the ways you didn't need.

"Damn, you are ruthless. I like that in a girl."

You could hear him smiling through his words, but you decided to ignore him. The next few minutes were spent in silence, but all you could think about were all the ways you could keep his mouth busy, and you found yourself deep in a sexual fantasy. You shook yourself out of it when he spoke again.

"Well, I'm done here. I'll start on the shower." He began whistling on his way to the other side of the room.

Shortly after, you finished your last stall and made your way to help him. You took a deep breath when you approached. You started on the opposite side of the shower from him, taking your time on each knob and shower head, not in a rush to meet him in the middle. He was still whistling, but you didn't bother saying anything. After awhile, you didn't even notice it; you were too busy picturing the two of you in the shower together, with his hands and his lips all over your body. You were snapped out of it, though, when you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, sorry, doll." Joe said as you leaned your back onto the shower wall to get out of his way. But he didn't move. He just smirked as he stood face to face with you. You were basically holding your breath and he was so close to you that he noticed.

"Am I making you nervous?" He smirked again; his lips just inches from yours.

In that moment, you lost all self control, and grabbed his face with your hands as you pressed your lips together for the first time. The two of you began kissing passionately, and you moved your hands to wrap your arms around his neck while his hands made their way to your hips. He pressed himself into you, and you could feel the already hardening bulge in his pants so you pulled him even closer to you, causing him to groan onto your lips. You were about to get carried away when you heard Sobel's voice from the entrance to the latrine.

"Time's up, privates!"

Luckily you couldn't be seen from the doorway, but you were both jolted out of the kiss and tried to hurriedly pull yourselves together.

Sobel continued as he approached, "You will stand at attention for inspection."

You both did as you were told without looking at each other. Once Sobel approved of the job you did, he reminded you that it was time for dinner. You had no desire to eat; you only had one thing on your mind: getting Joe alone. The two of you walked in silence to put the cleaning supplies back. Joe was the first one to speak.

"So... do you want to go have dinner?"

You looked at him and nodded "no" and then whispered in his ear as you grabbed the waistband of his pants, "I'd rather have you."

You smiled at him and began walking towards your quarters. It was lucky that you were the only girl, and therefore got a room to yourself. It took a second for Joe to move, due to the shock of what you were doing, but then he started jogging after you. You started running and kept looking back at him and smiling as he was following you to your room. When you reached the door, you stopped and turned around and made a "come here" motion with your finger. You were both smiling as he ran up to you. When he reached you, he leaned in for a kiss, but you opened the door and backed inside with a grin on your face. His matching grin seemed to imply that he was enjoying your playfulness. You were standing in the middle of the room waiting for him as he closed the door behind him, but he stood still for a moment.

Before walking up to you he asked, smiling, "Are you going to run away from me again?"

You smiled and nodded "no."

He approached you and put his hands on your hips, and pulled you towards him to hold your body against his, causing you to smile even bigger. Your lips were just inches apart, but he didn't kiss you right away. The anticipation was building as you looked down at his lips, and back up to his eyes. Finally, he slid his hands from your hips to your ass and pressed you even closer to his crotch as he began kissing you passionately. In return, you pulled him closer to you and pressed yourself further into him. The kiss lasted awhile, until he had to come out of it to catch his breath. He then slid his right hand up to your shoulder and brushed the stray hair off your neck before proceeding to kiss it. You tilted your head to provide him with better access, and then he began nibbling at your neck, which caused your breathing to get heavier as you felt a tingling in your crotch. He seemed to be testing out how much you would let him do as he alternated between biting slightly harder and sucking.

When you didn't stop him, he paused himself and looked at you, "I'm going to leave a mark, you know."

You smiled. "Go ahead. Leave your mark on me, Joe."

His eyes widened with what seemed to be a new excitement that your words stirred up in him. So you took his hand and led him to the bed. You laid down and exposed your neck again.

"Leave your mark on me, Joe." You repeated.

He quickly climbed on top of you, as if he was afraid you were going to change your mind if he took too long. Hovering over you, he instantly put his lips to your neck and began biting and sucking your skin, sending chills all over your body. You started running your fingers through his hair as he was leaving a hickey that surely everyone would see. When he was satisfied with the mark he made, he stopped and looked at you.

"I hope Sobel doesn't get you in trouble for having something that's not part of your uniform." He smirked.

You chuckled and pulled him on top of you, bringing him in for another passionate kiss. You could feel his hard bulge against your body as he slipped his right hand under your shirt and bra to grab one of your breasts as you continued kissing. In turn, you slipped your hands under his shirt and ran your fingers up his back. This caused him to pause and sit back on his knees to take his shirt off. You then held your arms up, indicating that you wanted him to take your shirt off next. He slid his hands under your shirt and slowly ran them up your sides before lifting your shirt up from underneath, giving you goosebumps. He tossed your shirt aside as you lifted yourself slightly to undo your bra hook. You then held your arms out so that he would take your bra off for you. He lightly grabbed the straps and slowly slipped them off of your shoulders and slid the bra off of your arms, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fell out of the cups. He seemed to be distracted by that for a moment as he stared at your bare breasts and erect nipples.

"Joe?" You said, smiling, trying to get him to refocus.

He looked back up at your face, and then quickly laid back on top of you and stuck his tongue in your mouth again. After a few more moments of exploring your mouth with his tongue, he ran his hands down your shoulders and to your chest, grabbing both of your breasts. He spent the next few minutes squeezing them and giving each nipple a turn in his mouth; Licking, biting, and sucking them as if he was worshipping them. You just ran your fingers through his hair and moaned in enjoyment until he had his fill.

When he stopped, he looked up at you. "Sorry, I'm a boob guy." He winked.

You laughed. "I couldn't tell." You said sarcastically.

Still lying on top of you, he didn't waste any time slipping his right hand down your pants, rubbing your underwear against your already wet crotch, which was soaking through with every rub.

"Damn." He said, looking at you.

You bit your lip. You could tell he was surprised you were so wet already. "Touch me, Joe." You breathed out.

Joe obliged by slipping his hand into your panties this time. He began by rubbing circles on your clit and watched your face as you closed your eyes and moaned. Then he moved his hand further south, and you gasped when he slipped two of his fingers into your soaked pussy with ease.

"You're awfully wet for someone that hated me a few hours ago."

You opened your eyes and looked at him, his face right above yours, and rolled your eyes and smiled. Of course he had to make a dumb comment.

"Shut up." You playfully said as you grabbed the back of his head and made him kiss you again.

But when he started moving his fingers in and out of you, you couldn't help but break the kiss and moan onto his lips. He then started moving his fingers faster, and watched your face as you closed your eyes and began breathing heavier. Moving his fingers in and out of you faster still, you started squirming as the pleasure was building.

"Joe," you breathed out.

"Yeah, doll?" He said, still fucking your wet pussy with his fingers.

"I need you, Joe." You exhaled between pants for air.

"And I need you to cum for me." He smirked.

At this point, you couldn't speak. All you could do was squirm under him as you tried to catch any sort of breath as you felt like you were going to explode.

"Let go, babe."

At his suggestion, you let yourself go over the edge, and let out a loud groan as you covered his hand and your panties in cum. You had never cum so hard from someone's hands before, and now you desperately needed him inside of you.

"That's a good girl," he said, smiling at your face that was probably as red as can be.

He slipped his hand out and started sucking you off of his fingers. "Mmm."

You bit your lip and started grabbing at his waistband, desperate to free his cock.

He laughed. "Someone's in a hurry."

"I need you, Joe. Now."

"Didn't you just cum?" He smirked.

"I need you inside of me, Joe. Please." You pulled his hips into yours.

"Are you begging me?" He still had a smirk on his face, thinking back to what he had told you earlier.

You looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, Joe. I'm begging you." You were growing more desperate to feel him inside of you, but he kept stalling.

"What are you begging for? What do you want?"

"I want you, Joe. I want your cock inside of me."

"Why didn't you say so?" He winked.

You playfully rolled your eyes again. He knew full well that you had already told him. Why you found his smugness so attractive, you'll never know.

He leaned back onto the heels of his feet to slip your pants off. Then he stood up to take off his own, but you reached over so you could undo his pants for him. You slowly pulled his pants down so you could watch his stiff cock spring out from behind them. You bit your lip at the sight of it. He's Jewish, so it was obviously circumcised, and covered in bulging veins that you couldn't wait to feel inside of you.

Watching you admire it, he took it into his right hand and started stroking it next to your face. You looked up at him, still biting your lip, so he pulled down on the shaft of his cock and offered it to your mouth. You gladly accepted it.

You took it into your right hand and shoved it into your mouth, moving it in and out. He helped your movement by moving his hips back and forth towards your mouth, as he let out a sigh and rolled his head back. After another moment, he looked down at you to watch his cock going in and out of your mouth as you were staring up at him. But then he stopped you.

"Okay. Any more of that and we'll already be done here."

You laughed as you wiped your mouth. You then laid back down, leaving your knees up and your legs spread. He stroked his cock again as he came back onto the bed and knelt in front of you.

Still stroking, he was alternating between looking at your face and your pussy, biting his lip.

Trying to be smug like him, you looked at him from in between your legs and said, "Like what you see?" and smirked.

"Fuck yeah. You're gorgeous."

You smiled back at him. "I'm going to need that now, Joe Liebgott." You said as you glanced down at his cock in his hand.

"Are you begging again?"

You decided to play his game so that he'd finally give you what you need. "Yes, Joe. I'm begging you. I'm begging you to come closer and give me your cock. I need you inside of me, right now. Please." You playfully begged.

He laughed in amusement as he shifted positions to hover over you, cock still in his hand. After a few more strokes, he put his cock to your wet entrance, rubbing your clit with the tip a few times before entering you.

As he entered you slowly, he let out a sigh and said, "Fuck, you feel good, babe."

In return, you closed your eyes and rolled your head back in pleasure as you felt every veiny inch of his bare cock slowly rub against the walls of your pussy.

When he had almost bottomed out, you opened your eyes and put your hands on his ass and pushed him even further into you, watching his face as you did so. He seemed pleased with your eagerness, and began thrusting in and out of you.

"Mmm. Your cock feels so good, Joe." You bit your lip.

After a few moments of watching your pleasure, he asked, "Ready for more?"

Still biting your lip, you looked at him and nodded "yes."

He shifted to be on his knees so that he could get a better angle, and you put your feet up on his shoulders. He grabbed your hips to hold you still while he started thrusting in and out of you faster and harder. You were watching as his cock moved in and out of you, and biting the tip of your finger.

"How's the view?" He asked.

You looked up at him, and he smiled and winked. You couldn't help but laugh; he was still being 100% Joe even in the middle of fucking you.

"Amazing." You said, smiling up at him.

He leaned down and kissed your lips as he was thrusting in and out of you. The feeling of his lips on yours in that moment sent a tingle straight down to your pussy. You were starting to wonder if you would ever be able to keep your hands off of him after this. You knew you always wanted him, and you knew the sex would probably be great, but just kissing him turned you on. And you couldn't believe how good his cock felt inside of you, as if he was your perfect fit.

After separating from the kiss, he suddenly started thrusting faster and harder. With his hands still holding your hips, he began pulling you into him with every thrust. You had one hand gripping the pillow under your head, and the other between your teeth; trying not to let out any loud noises. Suddenly, Joe switched to moving in and out of you slowly, though still pulling your hips towards him with each thrust, so you began moaning quietly. The pleasure was building inside of you when, just as suddenly, he started pounding you again.

An "Oh, God!" slipped out of your mouth in that moment, with the sudden change of pace.

"That's it, baby. Let it out." Joe said, which made you realize his plan was to get you to make noise.

At this point, he was ramming his cock into you, and pulling you into him just as hard. You could no longer keep your volume down, and were letting out a high-pitched yelp with every thrust, which eventually turned into you screaming his name repeatedly.

"That's right. Let everyone know who's giving you what you need." Joe said in between poundings.

It was clear that he wanted everyone at Toccoa to know that he was the one getting to fuck you. And at this point, you didn't care; he was making you see stars.

Clinging to the pillow with both hands now, him ramming his cock into you eventually turned his name into purely whimpers as you began having multiple small orgasms as his cock was hitting all the right spots, and getting you wetter each time. Everytime you orgasmed, you began pushing his cock out of you, until he quickly pushed himself back in and caused another orgasm to follow closely behind; he had total control over your pleasure, and you could feel that the area between the two of you was soaked from your pussy being wetter than it's ever been.

"Seems like someone is enjoying themselves." Joe said. "How many times are you going to cum for me?"

You somehow managed to mutter a response in between your uncontrollable whimpering, "As many times as you want me to, Joe."

Still ramming into you, he replied, "As many times as I want?"

You weakily nodded "yes" as his body was slapping against yours and causing another orgasm. You were also pleasantly surprised that he was lasting this long, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him; even though you could barely see through your squinting, watering eyes. Another small orgasm came, and then Joe suddenly slowed down his thrusts, and leaned down to kiss your lips once.

With his face inches from yours he whispered, "Can you cum for me one more time, baby?"

You bit your lip, nodded yes, and said, "Don't pull out, Joe."

"Whatever you say, doll."

He kissed your lips once again before straightening his body up again. He shifted his angle slightly, and started hitting your G spot as he began strategic thrusting to help you both reach your finishing orgasm.

"Oh, God, Joe... Don't stop!" You cried out as he was hitting the perfect spot. "Oh, God... Joe! I'm cumming!"

You were both pushed over the edge at the same time. As you were cumming hard all over his cock, he let out a grunt and held himself deep inside of you as he coated your insides. He dropped down on top of you, and you could feel your pussy throbbing around him as you both desperately panted for air.

"Holy shit." He managed to breathe out, still inside of you.

You were gasping for air when he lifted his head to look at you. You smiled at him and brushed some of his sweaty hair off of his forehead.

He then kissed your lips once again and laid down next to you, and lifted his arm so you could cuddle up next to him. You were lying on your back, your head resting against him, and you had your left hand on your chest. To your surprise, when he reached his left hand over your shoulder, he laced his fingers with yours. Unexpectedly, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

He broke the brief silence, "This war is about to be really fun." You could hear him smiling through his words, knowing that he was implying that you two would be having sex during the war.

"What makes you think this is going to happen again?"

When he didn't respond, you looked at him, and laughed when you saw the half shocked, half disappointed look on his face.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You." You laughed again.

"Why? You're hurting a guy's ego here. I thought it was good for you."

You laughed yet again, "I'm pretty sure you could tell that it was amazing for me, Joe."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Well, for starters, if we keep doing this then I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you even in inappropriate times."

Finally relieved, he laughed. "I'm okay with that."

"Then there's the other problem..." He was silent again. "If we keep doing this..." you hesitated as you looked at your fingers intertwined. "I might fall in love with you." You were afraid to look back at him, but he took his right hand and turned your chin so that you'd look at his face.

He looked you straight in the eye as he replied, "I'm okay with that, too."

"Good. Because I think I'm already falling for you..." You hadn't turned away from him, and you couldn't believe that you said that out loud; you hadn't even told it to yourself yet...

Much to your surprise, Joe smiled again, and said "Good. Then I don't have to worry about sharing you."

His response put a huge smile on your face, which made him kiss you. And then you snuggled up even closer to him, and buried your face in his neck.

He began rubbing your back. "So I guess it's safe to say you don't hate me anymore."

"I never really hated you, Joe. I just hated you for making me want you so badly."

He stopped rubbing your back, "Wait a minute... You mean, all this time you actually wanted me real bad?"

"Don't let it inflate your already large ego, Joe." You laughed.

"No... It's just the way you always talked, you know? I didn't think you wanted to even be anywhere near me."

"I was afraid to be near you."

"Why?"

"Because I knew this would happen." You motioned to your cuddled up naked bodies.

"And this was a bad thing?"

"No... But I thought it would be..."

"I don't follow."

You sighed. "As the only female paratrooper, I thought if I hooked up with someone then I'd only be seen as the resident sex toy, and not a viable member of the company."

"Well, you're not the resident sex toy. You're my girl."

You felt butterflies in your stomach again.

"Is that okay?" He asked.

You smiled at him, "It's perfect."

He smiled back at you, and pulled you closer to him. He then kissed your head before you buried your face into his neck again, and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep in his arms.

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

☆ "I never could forget you."

[hottpinkpenguin]

Until My Bones Have Turned to Leaves - Ch.2

Joe Liebgott (BoB) X Fem!SoldierReader Part 2 of ? | Part 1 here! WC: 1808 Warnings: depictions of war; cursing; not proofread; non-canon Taglist: @imafckingbitch @aliciax3 @needf0rspeed

You saw it all in slow motion. In the cold, dark night, Pvt Jackson yanked the pin out of his grenade, the soft metallic click a familiar sound to your ears. He recoiled his arm to throw the grenade into the open window of the building. You could hear snippets of guttural German from inside, including a man’s brittle laughter, and the clinking of cutlery. They’re eating, you thought with a pang something almost like pity. In a few instants, they’d be dead.  

Jackson’s grenade left his hand, sailing through the night in a graceful arc. It soared over the fence surrounding the building and leapt through the glass-less window into the inviting lamplight of the room beyond. For a split second, no one noticed. The Germans kept talking, the patrol outside held their breath, and the grenade landed with an ominous clunk. 

In the same instant that the Germans inside let out a cry of surprise, Pvt Jackson was moving. Too soon, your instincts screamed. You grabbed clumsily at the back of his jacket, but the cold made your fingers feeble and fumbly. The fabric slipped through your grasp. He kept moving forward, mounting the small set of stairs in front of the door to the immediate right of where his grenade had only just disappeared. He confidently kicked the door in, warm light spilling into the night air outside.

You lunged forward with the intention of wrapping your arms around Jackson to prevent him from kicking in the door before his grenade detonated. You managed the first part of your plan - got your arms wrapped around his wiry torso - but his momentum carried the both of you forward. 

You heard Bull yell behind you, a garbled mix of “wait!” and “no!” 

The grenade detonated a heartbeat later. Jackson absorbed the explosion in full, but you felt the bite of shrapnel and heat on your hands and forearms where they snaked around the front of his chest. Both of you were thrown backwards. He landed heavily on the top step of the entryway, but your feet slipped on the icy stone, and then air. For a moment, you were suspended. Somewhere beside you, Bull’s booming voice. You heard a gunshot, then another. 

You collided with the frozen ground, a sharp lighting rod of pain ripping up your back. Your head snapped backwards against the earth, and all turned to black… 

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“Patrol’s back.”

Joe’s lip curled at Hoobler’s idiotic observation. 

“Gee, Hoob, you don’t say.” Everyone ignored the sarcastic bite in Joe’s voice. The men were on their feet, shuffling quickly to the street outside in search of the returning patrol. Joe hadn’t moved from the dust-ridden armchair he’d sunk into shortly after dinner. His neck ached and there was a pounding headache forming behind his eyes. No one in Easy Company was a stranger to the risks of warfare at this point, but the stakes of this patrol, after everything they’d endured in Bastogne, was a cruel knife-twist to the ribs. Nobody in Easy wanted to be in that patrol, but they hated being left behind even more. At least when they were all together, they could look out for each other. Pack mentality, Joe heard Lt. Speirs call it. The drive to move as one, fight as a unit, protect each other. This patrol had separated them, splintered off a small group to face danger alone. And now, as if proving the mens’ suspicions, something had gone wrong.

In the street outside on Easy’s side of the river, the distant sound of agony shattered the quiet of the pre-dawn dark. Someone was injured. Someone - maybe more than one - might be dead. Those who’d been left to wait followed the anguished cries of their Company-mate through the empty streets. 

It didn’t take long to find the source of the wails. Joe, along with about a dozen others, honed in on a barn at the end of a narrow street running east-to-west through Haguenau. Joe was practically sprinting towards it, the sounds of screaming getting louder. Who is it? He didn’t recognize the voice, and for some reason his heart locked up in terror. A few meters ahead of him, he saw Malarkey duck into the barn. 

Joe got there, stepped into the quickly filling room and took in the scene. Most of the patrol members were there, clustered around Pvt Jackson writhing in pain and moaning. Doc Roe was bent over Jackson’s head and chest, murmuring quietly and smoothing the man’s hair down against his forehead in a gentle, almost maternal gesture. Joe felt a sudden burn in his eyes as his throat closed up. They’d all served with Eugene Roe long enough to read his body language. If he was barking orders at the others to ‘give me some of your morphine’ or ‘hold him down’ or anything of the sort, or if he was digging around in a bullet wound or tightening a tourniquet until his patient was screaming bloody murder, chances are the soldier could pull through. But times like this - when Doc’s voice went quiet and he stopped barking orders and his touch got gentle - meant something differently entirely. Joe wondered if Pvt Jackson knew it the way that everyone gathered in the room did. There was an eerie hush on the growing crowd, a hollow sadness in their eyes. Not the first body they’d seen, and far from the last. But this one felt wasteful in a way other deaths hadn’t. 

After a few minutes, Jackson’s cries of agony turned to unintelligible moans. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, his muscles relaxed in a way that wasn’t natural to any living thing. His eyes dulled and Doc Roe stopped stroking the man’s head. And that was that. Pvt Eugene Jackson died in agony surrounded by moldy hay and sad faces in a French town that was little more than a crossroads. A few of the men swore under their breath and ducked out of the stifling barn into the dark night outside. Joe thought to do the same, but as he ducked around Malarkey towards the door his eyes landed on Bull Randleman. Bull’s mouth was puckered into a line that threatened to turn down at the edges, his telltale cigar hanging limply from his lips. His eyes were trained on Pvt Jackson but misty, like his thoughts were elsewhere. 

The realization hit Joe like a freight train. There was more than just grief over Jackson clinging to the eyes of the men from the returned patrol. There was an empty, bombed out quality to their stares, like they were all wrapped so tightly in their own thoughts they’d suffocate. Joe hadn’t caught it before, but he did now. He was in a room full of men for the first time since you’d joined Easy outside of Nijmegen, just before Bastogne. You were gone.

“Jesus Christ, Bull.” Randleman looked disoriented for a second before his eyes found Joe’s, his gaze coming into focus as if his thoughts had to travel thousands of miles to come back to Haguenau. 

“Where the fuck is she?” Joe’s voice broke on the last syllable of his question. A few of the others who’d joined the returning patrol looked on in varying states of comprehension at the unfolding exchange. The rest of the room was silent, all eyes glued on Liebgott and Randleman. 

“I… I’m sorry, Joe. She, she took a grenade. Jackson’s grenade.” Bull’s voice sounded small and pinched. Webster, who’d served as the interpreter on the patrol, laid a hand on Bull’s shoulder as if to steady him. Bull squeezed his eyes shut against the memory of your head ricocheting off the ground like you were a ragdoll. 

“Where, Bull.” Joe felt like he was about to vibrate apart into a million pieces. Not only had this piece of shit patrol gotten one of their own killed, but they’d left someone behind. A goddamn woman, no less. You. The Angel of Bastogne. Joe had been - and continued to be - the first to decry your presence as unnatural at the Front. He stood by his feelings on that point. But he’d sooner put the barrel of his M1 down his throat and pull the trigger than consider leaving you behind in this muddy, wasteland of a crossroads. Joe knew it as deeply as he knew his own heartbeat. 

Bull just shook his head slowly and sadly. “I’m sorry, Joe. I’m sorry.” He kept repeating it, over and over again. 

“She dead?” Joe challenged, stepping towards Bull with half a mind to punch him. The air in the barn froze as a dozen men held their breath, waiting on the answer. Bull crumpled at the question, choking out a single sob as he hid his face behind a hand. The sight made Joe’s bones feel brittle like porcelain, and he blanched. His anger fizzled, turning dangerously in the direction of desperation. You couldn’t be… dead?

It was Webster who answered after a few long moments. “No. Likely not. Just concussed.”

The silence in the air deepened for a heartbeat as everyone processed Webster’s answer. The cold fist of dread in Joe’s chest burst open into black rage.

“You left her?! You fuckers left her for the Germans?! Fucking left her in the mud?! What’s wrong with you?! Fuck!” 

Unable to keep his fury compressed to words, Joe turned and struck out with his leg at a rusted out bucket that lay discarded near his feet. The bucket flew through the air and hit the planks of the barn with a crunchy thwack before clattering to the hard packed ground beneath. The clamor earned Joe some chastising from his Company-mates, a few of them grousing about ‘sound discipline’. Joe ignored them and stalked out of the barn, his hands balled into fists at his side and his vision starting to go white. His mind reeled between memories of you darting from one foxhole to the next beneath the explosions of pinewood and snow in Bastogne to snapshots of your body bent at an unnatural angle and your face plastered in the half-frozen mud on the German side of the Moder river. 

Joe’s body took him back to the house where he’d last seen you on autopilot. His hands put his gear and pack on, cleaned his rifle, and stocked up on ammo and grenades. The pale whisper of a pink dawn was peeking over the horizon when an empty-eyed Randleman and a stony-faced Webster joined him in a beeline due-east through the streets, headed towards the banks of the river and, on the other side, German-controlled territory. All the while, Joe’s mind teetered on a single, incontestable fact: if you were out there, Joe would find you. And God help any man who stood in his way.

**more to come!! stay tuned and let me know if you want to be tagged

[inglourious-imagines]

Band of Brothers Masterlist

George Luz:

Jokes on You

Forever Yours

We're Never Coming Back

Flirt and Blush

Lonely Lips

Aldbourne

Ronald Spiers:

Oh Captain, My Captain

Overprotective Captain

The Captain's Knife

Cuddly Mornings

Have Me

Together in Hell

Joe Liebgott:

Arrogant Lover

Legend

Hate Me, Love Me

Germans Brought Us Together

Lewis Nixon:

Poker Game

Beers, Tomatoes and Suspenders

Broken Hearts Lie All Around Me

A Bet Worth More Than 50 Bucks

The Only One

"I'm Out!"

Blame it on the Alcohol

Secret

Engaged - Part One, Part Two, Part Three (completed)

Get Drunk with Me

The Meaning of Vat69

"At Least Look at Me."

Carwood Lipton:

Sweet Lovin'

Soldier's Rescue

I Wish I Could Have Saved You - Part One, Part Two (completed)

How Are Those Nuts, Sarge?

Eugene Roe:

Forever

French Spy

Like I'm Gonna Lose You

Smile at Me

David Webster:

Sick With Love

Donald Malarkey:

Coming Back to You

Thank You For Your Loving

Cross

The Moment that Mattered

Floyd "Tab" Talbert:

Birthday

Edward "Babe" Heffron:

Light in Hell

Darrel "Shifty" Powers:

Golden Eyes and a Smile Made for War

Richard "Dick" Winters:

War Hero

Joe Toye:

Yes, Sir.

Denver "Bull" Randleman:

Market Garden

Warren "Skip" Muck:

Sandwiches

[bandagesandloveletters]

Band of Brothers Masterlist

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎!

Tag list: If you like my work, feel free to comment, and I can add you to a tag list for any future works either in general or for a certain character.

Lewis Nixon

Cold as Ice -A little something where Nixon learns to ice skate but it’s all part of a deeper plan. Pairing: Lewis Nixon x OFC.

Richard "Dick" Winters

Hidden Love - A request written around the reader and Dick having a hidden love for each other. Pairing: Richard Winters x Reader

Chuck Grant

Get Well Soon - Chuck gets a visitor to cheer him up. Pairing: Chuck Grant x OFC

Floyd Talbert

Frostbite and Kisses - In the cold depths of Bastogne, a little warmth is always welcome. Pairing: Floyd Talbert x OFC (Rosie Moretti)

George Luz

Sentimental Journey - A dance brings two kindred souls together. Pairing: George Luz x OFC (Ellis White)

Joe Liebgott

A Sergeant's Sorrow - A conversation between two friends after Brécourt. Pairing: Joe Liebgott x Platonic!OFC (Lizzie Welsh)

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

HC for how Dick, Lewis, Speirs, Joe, Eugene would react to crying s.o pleaseee!

Hey anon, thank you for this! I'm taking Joe as Joe Liebgott because he's my boo so I'm sorry if you meant someone else 🥺❤️

Dick Winters

He's so sweet.

He gives you his handkerchief and wraps his arms around you and lets you cry into his chest until you get it all out.

"It's alright sweetheart we can talk when you're ready"

He holds you tight and lets you know that he's there for you.

Lewis Nixon

Nix....isn't great with crying.

His usual solution is to drink away his feelings so when you start crying he's not sure what to do about it

He pats you on the shoulder and hands you a tissue and tells you it'll all be okay

He's completely hopeless to be honest.

Ronald Speirs

He's very practical about it.

He sits you down and rubs your shoulders until you get it all out.

Once you've cried it out he tells you to talk to him and tell him what's wrong.

And of course he's always got a solution on hand.

Joe Liebgott

He's such a softie

"Aw c'mere darlin' don't cry"

He pulls you in tight against his chest and kisses your cheek.

He rubs little circles on your back with his thumbs and then when you finally stop crying he swipes away the last few tears on your cheeks.

Gene Roe

"Chérie there's no need for tears,"

He kneels down in front of you and puts his hands on your face and leans in close

His thumbs just swipe across your cheeks catching all the tears until they dry up.

Then he kisses you on the forehead and pulls you in for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly.

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[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Time Enough

Warnings: Angst? Cursing & I didn’t proof read

Word Count: 1,779k

Description: Time. There would always be enough time to tell each other how you felt. At least you had hoped. Time, it seemed would not wait for either one of you.

I blame me listening to Beginning of the End Movement IV by The Newton Brothers for the angst.

Time, you had realized, had become your real enemy. You never seemed to have enough of it. Every moment that passed you by seemed to go by in blur. Each smile, every laugh and tear, just flowed into each other. It was never enough - any of it. You wanted desperately to hold onto it, clutch it with your bare hands and never let go. To freeze all the moments that you had. 

But you couldn’t. Time continues to flow, ebb and bend around you. Every moment felt like your last. And yet, even with that, you couldn’t find it within yourself to tell him. To tell him that he kept all the fear away, brought in the light. Joe Liebgott was your person. The one that through all of it, you could confide in - run to. He was the reason you wanted more time. To freeze it. To stay with until everything else faded into nothing. 

You loved him. You loved him more than you thought you could love anyone. But you could never tell him. Not now. You needed to focus on surviving, on finding some way to hold on. 

Maybe if you had more time…even then you weren’t sure. You closed your eyes and let time pass around you. The warmth leaving your body, and with it the pain. 

If you only had more time…

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The sun shone brightly overhead. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it kissed your skin. You were laying down in a field, basking in the heat. You enjoyed the rare moments in time where it was calm, almost serene. These moments were few and far between - the chatter of the men around you made you smile. Faintly, you could hear Bull Randleman poking fun at Frank Perconte. A chorus of laughter soon followed. 

A smile tugged at your own lips, as the sound of bickering continued. The heat suddenly left you, it’s warmth replaced by a shadow. 

Opening one eye, you looked up to see Joe Liebgott grinning down at you. 

“Do you mind?” you asked, closing both your eyes once more, your smile never leaving your face. 

“No, not at all,” he teased. Joe didn’t move one inch, instead his stance relaxing as he stood over you. 

You let out a huff, sitting up. “Joe-”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. Moving to sit next to you, he bumped your shoulder with his own. “What are ya doin’ out here anyways?” 

“Well, I was enjoying the sun and some peace and quiet.” You turned to look at him. He feigned shock. 

“Me? Ruin your peace and quiet? Never.”

You let out a laugh that only made to broaden his own. Joe Leibgott had wormed his way into your heart. Burrowing himself in there until he belonged to him and only him. It had taken him time, months, years of teasing, arguing, and talks. Talks like this, where everything else drifted away. It was just you and him. Nothing else mattered. 

“Joe?” 

“Mm?” He hummed, laying himself down on the grass beside you. He closed his eyes now, tucking an arm behind his head. He had a faint smile on his face, a gust of wind tousled his hair in a way that made you want to run your hands through it. 

“I got something for you,” you watched as his face lit up. He squinted up at you, the sun creating a glowing silhouette around you. Carefully, you pulled out your gift, enjoying the way his eyes widened. 

He sat up quickly, “No, shit,” he laughed gingerly, taking the chocolate candy bar into his hands. “How in the hell did you get this?” He paused, “No, wait, do I want to know?” 

You punched him in the arm, “Idiot, Euegene owed me favor. I can just take it back, you know. I’m sure Bill would be a whole lot more grateful for it.” 

You didn’t miss the way, Joe’s eyes darkened with annoyance. “You don’t have to be so dramatic,” he replied. 

Rolling your eyes, you turned forward. 

“Hey,” you turned back to look at him, a look on his face you couldn’t quite place. “Thank you.” 

You smiled back, laying back down. Joe followed after you. The both of you remained quiet, enjoying the silence and each others company. 

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You were freezing, you had never known a cold like this in your life. Bastogne was its own hell. You were only stopping by to help restock supplies for the medics. Your help was needed at the aid station. 

Still, your presence did help to lighten the mood for most of the company. George Luz nearly jumped like a small child at the sight of you. 

“Finally,” he had said, “something beautiful, I was tired of looking at all these ugly mugs.” His comment, of course, was met by a chorus of groans. 

Your feet lead you eventually to Joe. He was huddled in his fox hole, grumbling to himself in annoyance. His eyes caught yours, the frustration leaving his expression, if only for a moment. 

“The hell are ya doin’ here?” He grumbled. 

“Restock,” you said simply. Shrugging your shoulders. You shifted your weight, Joe had been more short with you lately. You weren’t sure why, what you had done, but it was killing you. 

“None of the other nurses could do it?” 

You felt almost as if you had been slapped. You knew he was angry at you for some reason, but this? 

He must have seen your face. “I just mean that it’s dangerous here, you shouldn’t be here.” 

“Because my life matters more than any of the other nurses?” You bit back. 

Joe had a look of shock on his face, his jaw tensing as if trying to find the right words to say. “You know damn well you-”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. Instead a loud crash and explosion rang out around you. You hadn’t realized you had been blown away a good few feet until your body collided with a tree. 

All the air in your lungs left you. You could hardly breathe, you weren’t sure if you could move. The only thing you could hear was ringing in your ears. 

You tried to blink back all the dirt and soot from your eyes. The trees swaying gently above you, you thought only of Joe - the look on his face. Was he angry with you? You wanted to tell him that the only reason you had come was so you could see for yourself he was okay - that he was alive. Because you loved him, you were in love with him. You just needed the time to say it. 

Now? Now you weren’t sure there was any time at all.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

No. 

No, this wasn’t happening. Not to you, God, not to you. 

Joe scrambled his way out of the fox hole, ignoring everyone who screamed at him not to. It was you. It was fucking you. 

His whole body went numb as he screamed your name. Shouting it over and over and his eyes scanned the horror around him. He was going to find you. He was going to find you and you were going to be just fine. 

You were going to scold him like you always do, give him that teasing look that you reserved only for him. He was going to tell you why he had been ignoring you these last few weeks. Because he couldn’t hide anymore just how in love with you he was. That every time you looked at him, it was like you uncovered a new part of his soul. He was a different person when he was with you, a whole happy schmuck that wanted to spend every waking moment he had with you. 

You and he were going to have all the time in the world. 

When he finally saw your body sprawled across the snow like a ragdoll, his knees buckled underneath him. With shaky hands he reached forward to touch you, you were like ice. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Joe whispered with a shaky voice. “Come on, Angel, look at me.” Trembling hands, pushed back the hair on your face. “Please, please look at me,” he choked out.

“Joe,” you gurgled out, coughing blood.

“Oh, fuck, okay, you’re gonna be fine,” he quickly assessed your body, you had a piece of metal in your side, and blood flowing freely from it. Cuts littered your body, but your limbs were intact. “You’re gonna be fine, you hear me?”

“Joe,” you coughed, “I-” 

“Save it, please, you can tell me later.” His tear filled eyes searched yours. You didn’t look worried or panicked and Joe was sure what scared him more. “Medic!I need a fucking medic over here!” 

“Joe, please,” you were straining, your breathing becoming more labored. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried out. 

“‘M not.” You smiled, “I - I-” 

“Medic!” He cried out once more. 

“I-” you swallowed, “love -” 

Joe kissed you, fuck the blood, fuck everything, he kissed you. He felt like a fool for not doing it sooner. He was so damn scared of losing you that he didn’t realize he could actually lose you. 

“Joe, Joe you gotta move-” 

Eugene Roe forcefully pushed him back. His hands quickly work over your body. He watched your eyes close as Roe pushed the morphine into you. 

You were going to be fine. You both had more time. You both would have all the time in the world. 

You had to. 

You had to. 

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Joe walked along the pavement. The busy streets of San Francisco flowed around him. Time had kept moving around him, slowly and quickly all at once. He thought of easy, of clear blue water in Austria, but mostly he thought of you. He thought of your smile, your easy laughter, everything that made you, you. 

He thought of that quiet day you shared. When you had the sun glowing around you like a halo. The sweet chocolate bar you had given him, of the peace he felt when he was with you. 

Nothing had ever been the same since he had met you. Nothing would ever be the same after. 

After…

“Joe?”

He turned watching you carry a bouquet of flowers towards him. You limped slightly, your breath a bit shallow when you caught up to him. But you were there with him. 

“I got those,” he said simply, kissing you on the cheek. 

After, there would never be an after you. There was only you and him- and time. As much time as you could steal.

[georgeparisole]

Calling all Band of Brothers girlies!!!!!

I need your help!

I have been looking over the normal sites I look through when getting back into reading BoB fanfics and I cannot for the life of me find my usual go to fics.

I will attempt to describe them:

Firstly, there is a soldier who is from Liverpool in England, and she joins and fights with Easy. She lasts the war and goes to see Toye in the hospital which she then lives outside of until she is found by Winters. She then ends up living with Spiers.

Then, there was what I believe to be a series. I can’t remember much but it is again about a young woman who joins easy, but I believe she had previously fought before, so she suffers from nightmares, which eventually results in a bond between her and Toye. As you may be able to tell, I can’t remember as much about this one 😅 edit- it turns out this is called the great unknown 😄

It would be a great help if you guys could help me find these- or inform me on the authors or whether they have been wiped off the face of the internet.

Thanks ♥️🤍♥️🤍♥️🤍

[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part XVIII/?)

Summary: Joe thought she was pretty. Had he just said that, things might have been different for them. Maybe they wouldn't have gone head-to-head at each other for three years like it was a contest.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

Tags:

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf @jetjuliette @luvrottt @fromjupitertocentauri @ecompstolemysoul @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @bitter-post-millennial @gotxpenny

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @gotxpenny

Permanent taglist: @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, smoking, warfare, gore

A/N: I might or might not be MILDLY dtunk while finishing this part which is SUPER FUNNY considering the amount of time jumping we're about to go through in this chapter. Enjoy <3

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The choir's soft harmonies filled the room with a kind of warmth we weren't used to. French lyrics carried a bittersweet weight that settled over what remained of Easy like a fragile truce. The candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting shadows no one would want to stare at for too long.

Y/n sat one row before me, one knee brought up to her chest like she was still bracing for something. She absentmindedly hummed along, begging the music to tether her to reality.

We had lost so much to the Ardennes, and I couldn't help the awful feeling that we had lost her too—that she had left her soul buried in Muck and Penkala's foxhole.

I leaned forward on my forearms over the pews' backrest, right by her figure. She didn't notice. "You know the song?" I whispered, trying to start the conversation somewhere.

"Hm?" She looked to the side to meet my profile.

"The song."

"Oh." She shook her head no, pulling at her sleeves. "Just picked up on the melody."

I nodded, eyes casted down, giving up on the smalltalk faster than I had resolved on attempting it in the first place. Who was I kidding, really? It would've been easier to throw myself in front of a grenade.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She tried, dulled by the gory, deadly winter in a way that made my heart break.

"You did good yesterday." She spoke, as if she had read my mind.

A scoff. Barely there. "You'd need more than a penny."

The corner of her lips twitched into a grimace of discomfort. It wasn't even close to pity, I knew she would never do that to me, but it felt equally uncomfortable.

"Doesn't feel like I did."

"Doesn't matter how it feels." The woman insisted with the little resolve she had left. "You did."

"Yeah, well," I exhaled through my nose, shoving down the memory as soon as I felt it creep up, rotting in my chest. "Tell that to Hale."

Noville, One Day Earlier

The barn creaked under the weight of an ominous silence. We had six of them. Hands up, hollow-eyed, SS uniforms stiff with cold. One of them couldn't have grown a beard if he tried. They had surrendered easy the moment Hale and I ducked into the place for cover with nothing but adrenaline running through our veins.

"Watch 'em." Earl muttered, losing no time before stepping forward to pat them down, my M1 steadily aimed at the POWs, eyes bouncing from one pair of blank, sunken faces to the next.

The Sergeant didn't make it past the third man when it hit. An explosion. Close. Violent. The barn shook—beams above us shuddering, hay scattering. Dirt spat from the ground. Shrapnel digging through wood and flesh. Hale's flesh.

Movement ensued before I could clock it.

One of the prisoners slammed into the paratrooper with a flash of metal. The blur of a blade, soon stained with crimson; the same crimson seeping down Hale's neck.

"Fuck-" I moved before I thought.

Bang!

The German officer's skull snapped sideways, blood painting the straw.

Another Kraut reached for something—belt, boot, didn't matter, I couldn't afford finding out.

Bang. Bang. Bang—

I didn't stop until they were all down. Bodies jerking before going limp. The ringing in my ears faded just enough to hear —wet, gasping, Earl choking on his own blood. He clutched his neck, eyes wide.

"Shit—hold on, you hear me? hold on—MEDIC!" I dropped to my knees, hands clamping over the wound, pressure useless. Blood gushed, hot and slick, slipping between my fingers. "MEDIC! GODDAMNIT—ROE!"

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"He'll live." Y/n reminded me quietly, toying with the rusted buckle of one of her straps. She didn't get a reply from me, but I doubted she expected one in the first place.

We let the choir fill the silence for a little while, no words spoken between us for a change. She tried once, parting her lips in vain just to shut them again, drawing both knees to her chest instead, the muddy boots dirtying the pews.

The back of my index finger brushed the side of her shoulder, bringing her startled glance first to the gesture, then to me. "Still hurts?"

She rolled her shoulder subconsciously. "No, not really."

"Yeah?"

She seemed to reconsider her answer, scrunching up her nose before correcting herself. "It's bearable."

Foy, Three Days Earlier

READER'S P. O. V.

"I've been working on the railroad,"

"All the live long day!"

Someone had started singing for the damn camera rolling before us. The rest followed, like a group of idiots too high on relief to care how off-key we sounded, perched on top of some farmer's wagon like the war hadn't chewed us down to the bone.

"I've been working on the railroad," an arm draped over my shoulders, bringing me closer to the men I sang along with. "Just to pass the time aw—"

A bullet cut through the joy, straight into the chest of the man beside me. Then another one, not even a breath after, knocking down another soldier off the wagon.

"SNIPER!!"

Another shot.

"TAKE COVER!"

My boots, dangling, kicked Alley's back to make him duck. The next bullet grazed my cheek; a reminder that I was running out of time. I instinctively threw myself back and down to the hard ground. White-hot pain lanced through my shoulder as it wrenched back, the joint popping with a sickening crack. I rolled, teeth bared in a strangled gasp while the chaos wrapped us all in tragedy once again.

More shots. Ours, theirs. An arm hooked under my good one, dragging me off the frozen dirt and into the cover of a half-demolished shed.

Rushed, incautious hands patted my face, my arms, my torso, checking for something that wasn't there before I even realized who they belonged to.

"You got hit?!" Joe questioned without ceasing his task, both of our hearts pounding like war drums.

"It's the shoulder—"

"Where?!" Joe pulled at my coat, triggering a wince out of me. "Can't see—"

"Not shot." I denied with my head, clutching the limp arm to my chest "Shit- it's out."

At the statement, Joe's frantic movements slowed down, and so seemed to do the mayhem surrounding us. He breathed in, brows drawn and palms hovering as he assessed the situation.

"We gotta put it back."

"Do it." I didn't miss a beat, biting the inside of my cheek to stop my determination from faltering when he took a firm hold of the dislocated articulation.

"On three."

I nodded.

He didn't count, just pushed—sharp, quick, brutal. I bit back a scream, jolting forward ever so slightly when my shoulder popped back in, the rush of pain giving way to a slight tremor, making my upper body quiver against the cracked wall.

"You're fine." He assured, letting his touch linger a bit longer than necessary. I didn't call him out on it.

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"You should've gone to the aid station." Joe kept his eyes on the choir, as if he wasn't really talking to me and he had just voiced an afterthought.

"I will."

"It's been three days, Y/n."

I sighed, staring past him when he decided to try and meet my eyes with that exhausted, nonsense look he had these days. "I'll go tomorrow. They're pulling us back anyway."

He didn't argue.

The song faded out, leaving only soft whispers of gratitude and the faint crackle of candlelight to fill the space as the nuns distributed whatever they could gather up to feed us—bread, some cheese, water; more than we had expected.

Joe waited until one of the Sisters handed us the improvised foodstuffs to speak again, tentative, pretending to take interest in something across from him.

"We should talk."

Right.

"I really don't feel like it." I muttered, picking at the piece of stale bread.

"You promised."

"I know," I felt his piercing eyes digging into my slouched figure. "Just— not now."

There was a beat of quiet; a pause.

I knew that pause. He was winding up, gathering breath, sharpening words like knives out of frustration or pique. Before he could let them fly, though, Ramirez shifted behind me.

"Let's go for a smoke." he pushed off the pew and patted Joe's arm. A cautionary gesture for his friend not to start anything in a damn church. "C'mon, Lieb."

He hesitated, just for an instant, considering whether or not having to explain whatever this was to Speirs out of everyone would be worth it.

He decided against it, following Ramirez outside, hissing something under his breath; unintelligible words I was glad not to catch.

JOE'S P. O. V.

The night was unsurprisingly colder outside, but I welcomed it. It made for a good excuse to why my hands were shaking. Ramirez lit my cigarette before lighting his own and leaned against the convent's stone wall, shoulder to shoulder with mine, letting the smoke sit in silence between us.

"Could sleep for a week." He muttered, his left thumb distractedly brushing a burn hole in his glove.

"No kidding." I answered, my eyes trained on the cobblestone path and my mind too far away from reality to notice the door creaking open again.

"Oh, shit." Ramirez cursed, tired, pushing himself off the wall.

The air seem to recoil when my gaze landed on Chuck. I could feel it tighten in my chest, in my jaw, in the grip I had on my cigarette.

"Fuckin'— Really?" I turned half-away, shifting my weight, not able to tell if I was about to bolt or pull something that would get us both court-martialled.

Ramirez glanced at both of us once, then wordlessly tossed his cigarette, grinding it out under his boot. "You two need a damn priest." He announced dryly and, without waiting for a response, rushed back in.

I didn't have time to go after him.

"Can we talk?"

Grant stood a few feet away, hands jammed in his jacket pockets, like he was testing the ground before each step. I couldn't help but notice his nose was now slightly crooked, nor the faintest shadow of what had been a bad bruise still adorning his jaw.

"Doesn't look like I got a fuckin' choice."

He hesitated, then took a step closer, leaving enough space for me not to feel caged— to stop me from recoiling and lashing out like a wounded animal.

"You been dodging me." He laid it out for me flat and simple, making it impossible for me to even entertain the option of deflecting.

"Good catch." I took a drag, clenching and unclenching my free fist to get rid of the restlessness. "Always knew you were sharp."

"I'm sorry," he started, not willing to relent despite my hostility. "for what happened."

I scoffed, lacking any trace of humor. "That all?"

"Look, I should've said something sooner—"

"Yeah," I cut in, trying to speed up a conversation I wasn't ready for just yet, but that was happening nevertheless. "You should've said something, 'cause you're supposed to be my fucking friend."

Something about what I said —or how I said it—, ticked him, and I watched in real time how Chuck pondered if I deserved patience in the first place.

"I keep something to myself and you try to knock my teeth out?"

I pulled a moue with a shrug. "Maybe I should've aimed better."

"Are you shitting me?"

"You know what's fucked? That you" I snapped, pointing the half smoked cigarette at him. "knew. That we went through this shit already. And you clearly didn't give a damn."

He took another step closer, trying to bridge the distance I was putting between us. "That's not fair. I do give—"

"Fuck you."

Fort Benning, Two Years Earlier

"You're gonna keep pretending I don't exist, or…?" Grant's voice drifted over like he'd been standing there a while.

My boots on the step below, elbows to my knees, cigarette burning low in my fingers—I stared at the gravel, jaw tight, chest tighter.

"Joe, c'mon, it's been a week."

Cigarette smoke floated in lazy spirals above the bleachers outside the barracks. A couple guys tossed a football around before us. I wasn't looking at them, and I surely wasn't looking at the man standing at my left either.

I felt him sit down beside me, not too close. "Can you at least look at me?"

I took a slow drag and blew it out through my nose, silently shutting down his request. Grant rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't get why you're so worked up about me kissing—"

"Because I wanted to, alright?" I finally turned to face him, a bit bitter, a bit hurt. "I was going to. Maybe. Try to, at least." I exhaled through my nose, searching for something to focus on other than the funny feeling twisting my guts. "Doesn't matter anyway, 'cause you beat me to it. Didn't have to try too hard either."

The silence that followed was deafening. Chuck didn't say anything for a second. He took the time to turn the words over in his head like they couldn't possibly mean what they sounded like.

"You never said anything."

"Didn't fucking feel like I needed to." I flicked the ashes off cigarette.

Chuck shifted beside me, the wood creaking beneath his weight. "I didn't know."

I scoffed. "That's bullshit." My voice wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be in order to cut like a blade. "So don't act like I'm pissed off for fun, okay? You know what you did. Everyone in that room knew what you did. At least own up to it."

Chuck froze, caught between blinking and breathing. I tossed the cigarette to the ground and stood up. I could have said more, but it seemed uncalled for, so I simply walked off to someplace else— anywhere but sitting with him.

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Chuck didn't say anything right away. He just stood there, shoulders drawn up like he thought I might take a swing again.

I took a step back for safe measure, staring off at the town engulfed in darkness and ruin.

"I didn't mean for it to go that way," he tried, repentance plastered all over his nuanced apology. "You know that."

I didn't answer.

"I wasn't trying to… I don't know," he pulled his coat tighter around him while he dug for the right words. "steal something from you."

Not the right words.

I almost flinched at his sentence. Steal. As if she was mine to begin with. "That what you think this is?"

He scratched at his temple, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I crossed a line, I get that."

"Good to know."

Chuck sighed, nearing desperation at my blasé attitude. "It's not like I'm in love with her, Joe."

In love. I squinted my eyes at my friend feeling the knot in my throat tighten, the slightest feeling of uneasiness installing itself in my chest. "Who said shit about love?"

"I did." He doubled down, softer than I was comfortable with.

"You feel something for her?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. I barely had time to brace for his reply.

"Not like you do."

That landed harder than I'd ever admit out loud. I breathed out, trying to placate the nausea I was beginning to feel.

"You think she feels something for you?" I was thinking out loud, too in my head to process the door I had just opened, too scared to know the answer.

Silence followed. Vacillation. I furrowed at Grant. By the time he did open his mouth, I had made up my mind.

"Forget it."

"Joe—"

"Doesn't matter." I cut him off, flicking the rest of my cigarette to the snow-covered ground. "Got bigger shit to worry about." I crushed the stub beneath my boot, harsher than necessary and left him standing there, blinking like he'd just watched something slip further than he meant it to.

Maybe he had. Maybe we all had.

[evidenceof]

eating it sloppy style <3

[speirslore]

band of brothers flirting styles + reaction to you flirting back

(this includes winters, nixon, speirs, lipton, roe, bull, and liebgott! but if your fav isn't here, feel free to send an ask and i'll add them!)

lmk if you would like to be on my taglist: @ronsparky @bcon24 @blueberry-ovaries @1waveshortofashipwreck @beautifulbluejay

[dick winters]

dick feels kind of useless when trying to flirt

a lot of it is nix having very middle school vibes of 'hey, my friend over there thinks you're gorgeous btw'

it's very endearing

you waltz over to where dick is and his ears are already red before you even get to the table

he'll apologize abt lew instantly and you frown like, "oh, was it a joke?"

dick immediately is like "no, no, he- i meant it"

his nervous rambling is sooo cute to you, you can only smile and say, "i'm glad and by the way, i think you're pretty gorgeous too."

if his face can go any redder, it definitely does then

when you start talking, he's slowly getting less flushed and more comfortable

but he's an overthinker so he still isn't totally convinced that you're flirting

has to have lew pull him aside, shake him a little bit, and be like, yes they are absolutely into you, yes that is flirting

i do think dick can get super flirty once he's more comfortable, like once you're dating and it's just the two of you, he's so charming and sweet

but the first time you meet, he's just so shy but still very sincere with his compliments

dick is great about making eye contact because he just thinks your eyes are so beautiful

the night ends with his hand on the small of your back

and tbh the spiciest it will get after you first meet is a kiss to his cheek when he's leaving with a napkin with your number written on it

and nix is just watching like a proud father <3

[lewis nixon]

if there's one thing lewis nixon is, he is charming

he's very used to disarming others with said charm

he is such a gentleman... he was painstakingly subjected to a lot of manners and etiquette classes as a child/teenager

and lew now puts it to good use!

he's so good at flirting with his own brand of nihilistic, high society charm

so when you flirt back and respond... he's sooo excited like this is so fun for him

lew is very used to people being completely disarmed by him

but you're not... you grinned when he walked over to where you and your friends were talking and asked you to dance, and pressed a kiss to his cheek when you said yes

he does blush faintly, which is a huge deal for lew because that never really happens

once you're dancing, oh he's a menace

he's having SO much fun, hand on your waist maybeee moving lower

he thinks you’re so funny and lew’s grin and laugh... so top tier

it's so nice when it's genuine, and even though you just met him you want to hear it again and again

he can't stop smiling like it's soooo obvious, lew makes absolutely no effort to hide how attracted to you his is

does not try to play it cool at all like he wants you sooo bad

has absolutely no shame

and it does not take long before you're making out outside the pub, already feeling familiar and warm in his arms

[ron speirs]

ron honestly feels a little silly trying to flirt

it's very hard for him to get out of his own head about it

the most intense eye contact ever?

eye contact is ron's version of flirting

'like why don't they understand i want them in every possible way... i'm looking at them??'

ron really just does not understand, he's pulling out all the stops with his slightly unnerving eye contact

and also just talking, like if he's willingly having a longer than 5 minute conversation with you and actually talking about himself? ron is actually professing his undying love

a lot of just blunt complimenting too, i mean sweet compliments but just out of nowhere, like "you have beautiful eyes, you know."

when you flirt back, touch his arm, and look up at him, he's definitely melting inside

especially if you're normally more shy or reserved... oh he's hooked

he doesn't outwardly show it... at least not obviously... but you can tell from his eyes, the way they intensify, darken, widen, and focus on you

ron does love praise

"you know lieutenant, ron, you do have gorgeous eyes, too."

"and i love your hair, the sweetest curls"

oh he's yours entirely... please give him all the words of affirmation

it gets pretty obvious when he's really responding to your flirting, staring at your lips and biting his lip, moving closer to you

has this smirk that just subconsciously appears

like lew, escalates very quickly

ron is a very physical person and that's when he can really show his attraction ;)

[eugene roe]

eugene is not confident in his flirting at all

he's very very subtle

and he honestly does better talking to someone he's attracted to by just striking up normal conversation and learning about them and not approaching it as trying to flirt

his voice goes lower and raspier if that's even possible

especially if you're in a bar, with a lot of music and voices loud, he just instinctually leans closer to your ear, face so so close

then immediately realizes he's super close to you now and tries not to freak out

gene has to get out of his own head first and when he does that, he can be so charming

he just unintentionally has that sexy suave energy

especially when he drops certain pet names in french

you flirting back is a hugeeee relief for him

and repeating said french? like yes it’s cheesy and cliche but it sounds so nice coming from your lips!

he can't hide his smile at all like, laughing into the sip of his drink

"i'm impressed," he'll murmur

"you should be, i'm pulling out all the stops for you, eugene."

oh he blushes so badly

he lovessss hearing you say his name, he's so used to only being 'doc' or 'roe', it's so nice to actually hear his name, especially coming from you <3

[bull randleman]

oh he's so sweet!

that southern drawl... yeah it's super charming

and the cigar... sorry it's super sexy

i think he would be surprised, pleasantly surprised

and then would immediately proceed to get super shy though

he feels like he's got a good head on him, resourceful, smart, etc

but it all goes out the window when you're flirting with him!

yes he def blushes

also very observant to how you're reacting

i think he would be really into kisses but would be scared to initiate anything

especially the first time meeting you

would love to dance

is he that great... no... does he feel like his hands are way too sweaty... yes... does he step on your foot a few times... maybe

but it's very endearing!

very southern gentleman of course

like he is definitely holding the door open for you, standing up when you walk into the room, etc

[joe liebgott]

joe is incredibly charming

and very honest

like he lays it on pretty thick

there's never any questioning of 'is he actually into me? or is he just talking to me?'... he leaves absolutely no room for overthinking

like you definitely know... there is never a doubt

and when you flirt back he gets the biggest, cocky grin

joe gets into it extremely quickly, will definitely immediately match your energy (and then some)

"doll, angel, pretty, cutie.." he's pulling out all the stops

loves teasing and going back and forth with you

criminal "yeah?" usage by him

the BEST at keeping eye contact, props up head with his hand just watching you talk

skinny, tipper, smokey, tab, etc are all definitely watching from a few tables away, intrigued and impressed, and very obviously

you notice and grin, "wanna give them a show?"

joe would never say no to that! so you just lean forward and kiss him, hand pulling his chin gently closer

and this man is already feral... the noises??? he has range and he's a little freaky, a little spurred on by a crowd, by his friends watching, shaking their heads, caught up into the moment

but ofc when you pull away, oh now he's shy... like he's so red

but make no mistake joe is definitely into it... very very into you

[carwood lipton]

lip feels so weird trying to flirt tbh

very much like, is this allowed?

not as like... alien as ron, more similar to dick in he's just a little, a lot, self conscious

but he's also so naturally personable and kind

and he attracts so many people naturally because of that

including you

talking in a group with a bunch of other soldiers with your friends, you're immediately drawn to him

you smiling at him definitely makes him feel more at ease

you definitely do have to encourage him to relax because he has a littleee trouble holding eye contact, looking down a lot

and then suddenly there’s another man staring at you, approaching you, and standing a little too close

and even though you don't know carwood, you're still looking at him silently for help

and ofc he's very observant of people and situations

so his hand snakes around the small of your back

and lip is naturally protective and careful, guiding you through the crowd

"my prince charming," you say and he of course blushes, muttering a small “maybe.”

"i hope so," you grin and lip can't help but smile too

[don malarkey]

does don really have a flirting style… no

he just tries his best

can hold conversation and compliment you and hope for the best

but it’s very endearing to you

don is SO easily flustered… him even approaching you at talk was huge

big difference him with his friends, he definitely talks a big talk

and babe and bill and joe get sick of listening to him talk about wanting to approach you

bill threatens to go up to you himself. he will snitch on don

but when he actually finally works up the courage to go over to you, all that bravo immediately vanished

don used up all his confidence just getting himself to approach you and he didn't really plan for anything after

struggles at first to make eye contact

goes very red, especially in his neck and ears

but it gets better! and he hypes himself up in his head because you're entertaining him, talking back and smiling at his nervousness

a lot nervous laughter

his reaction to you flirting? first, it's thank god, and the excitement takes over and he's so in his head that he forgets to respond

but gets more comfortable throughout the night, arm resting across your shoulder, cheeks warm (feeling the alcohol) but very content

[aliciax3]

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Go On, Leave Me Breathless.

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

A note:

I've never had any interest in writing (that was always my sister's thing), but my love for Joe Liebgott combined with my love for music has been causing my mind to get stirred up when I hear songs that I think would be perfect for a Liebgott romance. I've started a few stories, but this is the first one I've actually finished. And I've gone back and forth a lot about sharing it, since I am very inexperienced, and not at all confident. But if you're anything like me, you have a yearning for more Joe. So I figured that it's going to do more good out here in the universe, than sitting in my Samsung Notes. So I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, please be gentle 🫣 I'll also put the song that inspired it at the end, if anyone is interested.

Warnings: smut, angst?, sexual vocabulary, unprotected sex... 🤷‍♀️ I'm still new to this

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When you joined the paratroops as a medic, the last thing you were expecting was to find love. But somehow, somewhere, in the middle of the war, you managed to fall for Joe Liebgott. Although you were unsure how much it was really "finding love" when it was one-sided; Joe had never shown any romantic interest in you at all. A couple of times, after a few drinks, he became playful with you but he never made a move. Almost all of the other Easy Company boys had either hit on you, asked you to join them for a drink one-on-one, or asked you to dance at one time or another. But not Liebgott. And even still, you always wanted him to know that you were available, just in case. So aside from accepting a few dance requests here and there, you politely turned everyone down.

However, that changed after a particularly rough day on the line. Everyone decided it was a good night to have a get together, to unwind. You were approached by a man from Dog Company, who asked to escort you to the party. Tired of waiting for Liebgott to ask you, and totally beaten from the day, you gladly accepted; you just needed to have some fun.

You decided to wear your best dress; a silk navy blue with a low cut V-neckline. You couldn't even wear a bra with it, but you didn't care; it was time to let loose for once.

You arrived at the party arm-in-arm with your date, which caught the attention of almost every man in the room. Meanwhile, your eyes scanned the room for Liebgott; he was leaning on the bar with a beer in his hand. Much to your surprise, he actually turned to look at you briefly, but then carried on with sipping his beer.

"Want a drink?" Your date asked.

You turned to him and smiled, "sure."

As you approached the bar, Liebgott was still leaning on the counter. He didn't pay you any mind.

"Hi, Joe," you said.

"Hey," he quietly replied, looking into his beer.

"This is," you began to say to introduce your date when Joe cut you off.

"Whatever." He turned to walk away.

"Why are you being so rude?" You asked.

"Why are you here with him, huh?" Joe asked with an annoyed tone, getting closer to you.

"He asked if he could escort me. Not that it's any of your business," you said, crossing your arms.

Joe scoffed. "And you said yes?"

Your arms still crossed, you gave him a dirty look.

"Well, buddy," Joe said as he slapped your date's shoulder. "Have fun with the company tease," he continued as he spit on the floor beside your date.

As he walked away, you didn't know whether to scream or cry. You were so hurt that without even excusing yourself from your date, you stormed outside after Joe. Luckily, George Luz, the only one that knew your true feelings for Liebgott, was standing close by and stopped your date from going after you.

When you saw Joe enter one of the abandoned houses, you quickly followed and ran in front of him to stop him in his tracks. You shoved his shoulders. "How dare you?!" You yelled.

"What?" He asked, smirking.

"Are you serious right now? How dare you insult me like that?"

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Then why don't you run on back to your date? I'm sure he'll be happy to comfort you."

"Ugh! Joseph Liebgott! You are a pain in the ass! I...I wish I never fell in love with you!" You threw your hands up and turned to walk away, but Joe grabbed your hand. You quickly pulled your hand away, and gave him a dirty look. He walked closer to you.

"What did you say?" He asked, looking straight into your eyes. Your eyebrows were scrunched in a scowl, but in your head you were kicking yourself for opening your big mouth.

"Not a thing," you replied.

He began inching towards you, but with every step of his, you took a step backwards. You continued to back away from him until you reached the wall.

Joe leaned one hand on each side of your head on the wall behind you. "What did you say, doll?"

His face was so close to yours, it took everything in you to not look down at his lips. So you didn't reply; you just stared into his eyes with a scowl still on your face, trying to hide any emotion other than anger.

"You're in love with me?" He asked.

Hearing the words come out of his mouth, in his low gravely voice that you loved so much, made your stomach flutter. You couldn't hide behind your scowl anymore as your face softened, and you gently shook your head unconvincingly "no."

He moved his hands to cup your face, and said "so, you wouldn't want me to do this?" He then planted a soft kiss on your lips, and you nearly melted into the floor.

"Or this?" He asked again, followed by a gentle kiss on your neck.

You felt goosebumps cover your body, and your nipples started poking through the silk of your dress.

Joe met your face once more, noticing that your breaths had turned shallow.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

His touch made you feel too weak to speak, so instead you slowly shook your head "no" once again, except this time you meant it.

"Then tell me you're in love with me," he said.

You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

"Okay, then I'll stop." He took a step backwards.

"No," you said quickly, as you grabbed his hand. "Joe, I..." Your heart was racing.

"Yes, doll?" He leaned one hand on the wall behind you again.

"I..." You still hesitated.

"Say it, and I'm yours."

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. "Joe...I think I'm in love with you..."

Joe's only response was a smirk, and pressing you back up against the wall once again. You began kissing passionately, exploring each other's mouths with your tongues. Joe ran his right hand down your silky dress and up your inner left thigh, causing goosebumps to cover your body again.

He reached the crotch of your panties, which had been soaked through by your already dripping wet pussy. "Someone's excited." He smirked again.

"Touch me, Joe." You whispered in his ear.

He wasted no time accepting the invitation, as he slipped his hand into your panties and began rubbing your wet clit. You moaned in his ear, causing him to move his hand further south. You gasped as he slipped his fingers into you with ease. He began slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, watching your face for cues to find just the right spot. Once he found it, he steadily increased his pace, listening to your breathing getting faster and faster.

Feeling you approach orgasm, he whispered in your ear. "That's it, baby. Cum for me."

His words pushed you over the edge. You let out a scream of pleasure as you released yourself all over his hand. Your entire body was quivering, and you were trying to catch your breath when he slowly slipped his fingers out of you. You jumped slightly when his hand grazed your sensitive clit.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked you off of his fingers. "Mmm. Damn, you taste good."

He then watched you as you slipped your own hand down to your pussy. You traced his lips with your cum covered finger, and then put your fingers to your own mouth to suck the rest off. You then kissed, and licked yourself off of his lips, and finished with a bite on his bottom lip, causing him to groan into your mouth and pick you up. You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck, as he carried you to the nearest bedroom.

Once he put you down on the bed, you pulled your dress over your head and tossed it onto the floor, exposing your breasts and erect nipples. Next, you slipped your panties off, while he was standing at the end of the bed simultaneously kicking his boots off and unbuttoning his pants. Before pulling his pants down, he pulled his white tshirt over his head, exposing his dog tags leading down his bare chest. You hadn't taken your eyes off of each other. As he slowly pulled his pants down, and exposed his erect cock, you bit your bottom lip.

"Like what you see?" He asked, smirking.

You smiled and nodded "yes."

He slowly climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. "I think my view is better," he said onto your lips.

When he kissed you, you could barely kiss back through the smile you had on your face.

He ran his hands down your shoulders and to your chest, grabbing a breast in each hand. He took turns giving each nipple attention; sucking, licking, and biting.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and moaned. "I need you, Joe."

Pretending he didn't hear you so that he could make you say it again, he moved back up to your neck. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He started biting and sucking your neck, as you felt his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, making you squirm in excitement beneath him.

You grabbed the back of his head. "Joe." You said desperately.

He looked up at you and gave you a sly smile, "Yeah, doll?"

You pulled him towards you. "Please, Joe." You begged. You needed him more than you had ever needed anybody in your life; you had waited almost a year for this moment, but you didn't think you could wait a second longer.

Joe kissed your lips once before sitting back to stroke his hard cock with one hand, and spread your legs apart with the other. He climbed on top of you, leaning his weight on his left hand while he held his stiff cock in his right. He began teasing you some more by rubbing the tip of his of cock on your clit. You squirmed, which made him chuckle, but also made him finally give in. He guided his cock to your soaking wet entrance, and began slowly entering you. You gasped and moaned as you felt every inch of his bare hard cock rub against your walls.

"Fuck." He said as he bottomed out, closing his eyes and rolling his head back to try to keep composure. "You feel so good, babe."

His dog tags were dangling over you, just slightly grazing the space on your chest between your breasts. You tugged on them lightly to bring him in for a kiss. He began slowly moving his cock in and out of you, and you could no longer focus on kissing him. You let out a quiet "mmm" as you closed your eyes, and bit your lip.

Joe leaned back to get better leverage, and increased his speed a bit. You could hear his dog tags clinking against his chest with every thrust, until he swung them around to his back. As he steadily increased the speed of his thrusts, your moaning grew louder. Keeping his weight leaning on his right hand next to you, he held up your thigh with his left. Thrusting even faster now, your moans turned into words.

"Oh god, Joe..."

"You like that?"

You bit your lip again and nodded "yes."

Discovering that he was hitting the right spot, his thrusts grew faster still until all you could do was scream his name. Feeling your orgasm approaching, and sensing he was also on the edge, you gave him the ok to let go, and breathlessly said, "cum inside me, Joe."

Your words turned him on, and with a few more quick thrusts you both orgasmed together; your walls contracting around his cock as he coated your insides.

He dropped down onto your chest, still inside of you, as you both gasped for air.

"Holy shit," Joe said in between short breaths. "That was fucking incredible. You're incredible." He kissed your lips.

You ran your fingers through his now sweaty hair and smiled. "I waited so long to have you," you said.

"And was I as good as you hoped I would be?" He winked.

You chuckled. "Even better than I hoped."

He nodded and said, "Nice."

You smiled as you rolled your eyes and playfully hit him on the arm for being so smug. He moved to lie down beside you, his arm wrapped around you.

"You know, I never meant to be a tease to the other guys. It's just...you're the only one I ever wanted. I was waiting for you to want me back," you told him.

"I only called you a tease because I was jealous. I've always wanted you, y/n."

"Then why didn't you do anything about it?"

"Doll, almost every guy here is after you all the time. I never thought you'd choose me. But I'm damn glad you did," he said, lightly tapping your nose with his finger.

You smiled, but it quickly vanished when reality hit. "Well now I wish I blurted my feelings out sooner. We've wasted so much time..."

"Y/n, even if we only had right now, I'd still be happy. It's better than never having you at all," Joe replied.

A faint smile returned to your face.

"Besides," Joe continued, "now we can make up for lost time." He smirked as he climbed on top of you again. He began tickling you, and kissing you all over, causing you to giggle uncontrollably until his lips met yours again. You then made love for the second time that night, before falling asleep in each other's arms for the first time, but definitely not the last.

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Lyrics:

"Go on, go on, leave me breathless. Come on (come on)

The daylight's fading slowly, but time with you is standing still. I'm waiting for you only. The slightest touch and I feel weak.

I cannot lie, from you I cannot hide. And I'm losing the will to try. Can't hide it (can't hide it). Can't fight it (can't fight it).

So go on, go on. Come on, leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me. Until I can't deny this loving feeling. Make me long for your kiss.

Go on (go on), go on (go on). Yeah, come on, yeah

And if there's no tomorrow, and all we have is here and now. I'm happy just to have you. You're all the love I need somehow. It's like a dream, although I'm not asleep. And I never want to wake up. Don't lose it (don't lose it). Don't leave it (don't leave it).

So go on, go on. Come on, leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me. Until I can't deny this loving feeling. Make me long for your kiss.

Go on, go on. Yeah, come on (come on).

And I can't lie, from you I cannot hide. And I've lost my will to try. Can't hide it (can't hide it). Can't fight it (can't fight it).

So go on (go on), go on (go on). Come on, leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me. Until I can't deny this loving feeling. Make me long for your kiss.

Go on (go on), go on (go on). Come on, leave me breathless (leave me breathless)..."

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

☆ "I never could forget you."

[hottpinkpenguin]

Until My Bones Have Turned to Leaves

Joe Liebgott (BoB) X Fem!SoldierReader Part 1 of ? WC: 1772 Warnings: cursing, not proofread, canon-divergence A/N: omg it worked!! @redheadspark, TYSM for the BoB request. Also credit to one of my favorite singers, Lukas Nelson, for the title of this fic

First time Joe saw you, he’d laughed. Which earned him a prompt smack across the back of his head from Lip, and a glowering stare from Bull. Apparently Easy men weren’t supposed to laugh at the Experiment, as Joe had publicly dubbed you shortly after your arrival.

“I mean, c’mon guys, don’t fuckin’ sit there and pretend this shit is normal!” he’d insisted. At first, most of the men had agreed with him to some degree. None quite as vocally as him, but still, he saw it in their eyes. They knew it, he knew it too. A woman on the front was unnatural at best. Distracting at worst. 

Despite Joe’s best efforts, your presence in Easy Company settled in after a few weeks. The novelty wore off, and you’d shown yourself as more than just “some dame” who’d impressed the Brass. Steely under pressure, a decent marksman (even Shifty agreed), and a fearless courier. You were smaller and faster than most of the men, so Winters often tasked you with running commands back and forth from Command to Easy to the men in their foxholes and back. Joe would never say it out loud, but even he was impressed to see you out there in the bone-biting cold of Bastogne, dodging the Kraut artillery and artfully sprinting from one foxhole to the next. You’d barely been winded and your eyes were shining when you gave him the news: dig in, no reinforcements expected. 

Joe lost the few sympathetic ears he’d acquired during your first few weeks with Easy after you’d volunteered to take Malarkey’s place on the night patrol in Haguenau. For reasons that even mystified him, your selfless act made Joe angry. So. Fucking. Angry. 

“What are you playing at anyway, Ex?” he snarled in your direction. He’d shortened your moniker Experiment to something smaller and even less descriptive. Although he’d meant it to signify just how little time he had to waste on you, the men thought it sounded an awful lot like a pet-name. 

You ignored him and kept cleaning your rifle. You were one of eight preparing to head out for a nighttime patrol across the river to take a prisoner or two from the smattering of Germans still left in Haguenau, lobbing mortars and bullets across the river at a frequency just enough to pester the haggard regiment. The house you were in was one of the few homes on this side of the river still standing, although its interior was covered in a thick layer of dust and debris. The men had cleared off most of the usable surfaces, and were doing routine gear checks and prep for the patrol. Next to you, Bull raised a challenging eyebrow in Joe’s direction and popped the cigar out of his mouth. Unable to smoke on the front lines - “too much light and smoke” Major Winters informed them - Bull had picked up the habit of chewing off the butt ends of cigars. The nicotine made him feistier than Joe cared for, and doggedly protective of you. 

“Liebgott, what’re you on about?” Bull’s question sounded skeptical, as if he suspected Joe’s anger had deeper meaning. 

“Wasn’t talking to you, Bull,” Joe replied curtly, his eyes boring into the side of your skull. You swiped a few stray hairs out of your eyes and continued to ignore him. Joe felt his blood pressure creep upwards as his temper turned hot. 

“Malarkey doesn’t need you stepping in all guardian angel on his behalf.” Joe knew it made your blood boil whenever he pointedly addressed your sex in front of the men. For that reason, he made a point to do it every chance he could. He had his theories about why the others had stopped grumbling about having to share foxholes and K-Rations and morphine with a woman - sex starved, most likely, he told himself - but he wasn’t fooled. No amount of fearlessness, courage, or capability would ever change the fact that you were a woman. You shouldn’t be here. Joe felt that deep in his heart just like he knew his own name. It was a fact that was threaded into the center of his bones. 

The new lieutenant, fresh out of West Point with a clean shave and pristine uniform, stepped into the room and gave a few orders. He was one of two who’d actually volunteered for the patrol - you being the other - and he’d gotten it into his head that he was in some way responsible for leading the patrol. Liebgott nodded vaguely in his direction, like most of the others. Lt Jones grumbled something about lack of respect for chain of command but didn’t press the issue further, his eyes settling on you. He regarded you curiously and intently, although without surprise. Clearly one of the other officers had briefed him on your presence. He tracked your movements as you checked the sight on your rifle, wiping the lens clean with a rag until you were satisfied. He lingered in the doorway, his gaze appraising you with the smallest curve on his lips. Your eyes remained trained on the gun in front of you, although Joe had no doubt that you were aware of the extra set of eyes taking in your every move.

“Can we help you, Lieutenant?” Joe wasn’t sure why the words slipped out or why they sounded so much like a challenge. His snappy retort surprised even himself. He caught a few of the men exchanging looks around the room, their eyebrows raised as if to say ‘here we go’. A muffled hush fell over the room as the men waited for Lt. Jones’ reaction. 

“Excuse me, soldier?” Lt. Jones settled his dark eyes on Joe, his expression hard but patient. He clearly wasn’t going to settle for an offhanded dismissal from an enlisted man, nor was he going to let Joe rile him up. Joe squirmed, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable and surprised at himself. What the hell was he doing, putting himself in the proverbial crosshairs of a man who outranked him? And over you? He chewed his lip and looked down, hoping the Lieutenant would allow his demur behavior to suffice for an apology and shove off.

“Private Liebgott asked if we could help you, Lieutenant.” If the room was muffled before, it descended into complete silence as your icy words slapped the floor. You’d stopped fussing over your rifle, your eyes trained on Lt. Jones with a spark of challenge. Joe had to forcibly close his mouth to keep it from gaping open in surprise. Were you of all people really stepping into the quagmire alongside him?

“Oh, I heard Private Liebgott quite well,” Lt. Jones replied smartly. Joe had a feeling from the way the Lieutenant said his name that Lt. Jones wouldn’t forget it any time soon. “I was simply surprised to hear a Private addressing one of his superior officers with such a tone of blatant disrespect.” 

“And I’m sure Private Liebgott’s question was made out of surprise to see one of his superior officers regarding an enlisted soldier with such a look of blatant lustfulness.” 

One single moment of silence lingered after you finished speaking before the room softened with the sound of poorly suppressed laughter. Lt. Jones looked around desperately, as if searching for an ally, his face turning redder by the moment. He spluttered something, looking utterly chastised, before Bull offered him a gracious exit. 

“Just apologize to Private Y/L/N, Lieutenant, and be on your way. We were all a little knocked off our feet when she showed up. She’s a sight prettier than the rest of these mucks, that’s for sure.” The men hollered in appreciation and mock offense as Bull stuck a hand out towards Lieutenant Jones like an olive branch. Joe, for his part, was watching you watch the Lieutenant. The sharp edge of your temper was softened by the men’s camaraderie with you, but there was a wariness in your eyes that got sharper as he mumbled a weak apology and skittered out the door, tail between his legs. Your eyes followed him until he was out of eyesight, and even then they stared blankly into the distance. It wasn’t until Bull gently bumped your shoulder that you seemed to fully come back to the room. 

“You oughtta be careful there, Wings,” he murmured under his breath. Wings was the nickname some in the company had taken to calling you after seeing you fly through the woods of Bastogne, as they said. Joe for one thought it was ridiculous, and unsurprisingly he made sure everyone knew it. “A lieutenant’s a powerful enemy to make.”

“You don’t need to lecture me on the dangers of refusing a powerful man’s advances, Sergeant.” You ripped the rifle off the table in front of you and slung it over your shoulder with a quick, cold movement. Without looking up at either Bull or Joe standing on either side you like bookends, you left the house, stepping out into the gathering twilight. Joe saw you disappear around the corner of the street, walking in the direction opposite from where Lt. Jones was undoubtedly licking his wounds. There was a hard set to your jaw that he’d never seen before, and a tired expression in your eyes. His feet were moving before he knew what he was doing.

“Leave it, Liebgott.” Bull’s hamburger-bun of a hand grabbed Joe’s shoulder firmly but not unkindly. Joe couldn’t decipher the tone of Bull’s voice, but he thought it sounded a lot like pity. He bristled, shaking off the Staff Sergeant’s paw. 

“Where’s she off to?” Joe’s question sounded petulant and nosy. 

Bull shook his head. “To cool off, most likely. Patrol’s in a couple of hours. She’ll be needin’ coffee before then.” 

For the second time in as many minutes, Joe felt like Bull was talking to him as if he were in on some secret when it came to you, although he couldn’t hazard a guess as to what that might be. He fixed Bull with a flat stare. That seemed to make the blonde Sergeant chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Joe. I’ll take care of her for you.” 

Unable to make heads or tails of Bull’s obvious misread of Joe’s contempt for you, he stormed off to a quiet corner of the house and threw himself down on an armchair. As the sun set over the frozen horizon outside Haguenau, Joe gave himself over to a dark mood as he waited with the rest of Easy for news on the night patrol… 

**more to come!! stay tuned and let me know if you want to be tagged

[luminouslywriting]

Can I request a BOB headcanon where you haven't been sleeping well recently and the boys begin to notice that you're a bit sleep deprived, please?

^^Gif is not mine and belongs to yourspeirs^^

A/N: Hello darling! This is a great request and I'm super excited to get this out to you guys! School started today, I got to wear my vintage 1955 lipstick that I ordered, and I'm chillin! So enjoy!

Dick Winters:

-Honestly, he probably clocks it before you even realize that the exhaustion is setting in. He's someone who pays close attention to the little things and is going to encourage you to get some rest.

-And yes, this may be given in the form of an order if you don't listen to him at first

-But if he also realizes that you're having a hard time sleeping, he's going to have a few good ol' home remedies for such a situation

-There's this wonderful tea that he makes (if the resources are available), and it absolutely helps you relax right before you go to sleep. He's also more than happy to talk to you about plans for the future as you try to fall asleep if that will help.

Lewis Nixon:

-Haha, he's not getting any good rest either. But worry not, he's got a great solution 👀

-Yes, it's literally just: "You're having trouble sleeping? I'm having trouble sleeping? The solution clearly is that we sleep together. But literally, just sleep."

-He's a chronic cuddler and this is a great way for you to get comfortable and relax. If not, he's also more than happy to look for alternative means

-Otherwise, get comfy as he doesn't like to let go until late morning haha

Ronald Speirs:

-Is probably too busy to notice?? At least at first. If it's to a point that he's noticing it, then it's probably a definite problem and he's definitely going to just give you an order to go to sleep.

-And yes, he'd go to your superior officers about it or even to the medics and order you to have a nap

-He's not above using his position to ensure that you get the proper rest that you need

-Speirs cares...it's just in his own way and that means that he's going to do whatever it takes to ensure that you're feeling better :)

Buck Compton:

-Someone who picks up on it pretty quickly and gently prods about it. He's got all sorts of stories that he remembers from his history and literature classes in college that he can tell you about while you're trying to fall asleep

-He's also pretty attentive to figuring out if it's a noise issue or a light issue and finding ways to block out sound or help with the light.

-He's going to check in and make sure that the sleep is getting better and this is something that continues well after the war

-He remembers the little things :)

Carwood Lipton:

-A mother hen about the entire thing—he's out here clocking immediately that you're exhausted and not looking too good. He's worrying incessantly.

-He's not going to overstep his boundaries...but he might kindly suggest that you speak to the medics or to a superior officer about catching a few hours of rest

-Will check back in with you to see if you were able to rest. If you were, then great. If not...then he's going to be pulling out all the stops and is going to come and lay by you until you fall asleep.

-Literally the sweetest man to go to if you're sleep deprived.

Joe Liebgott:

-Doesn't really realize that it's a problem until you're probably swaying on your feet

-It's at this point that he's going to gracefully guide you over to a cot or somewhere that you can nap and is going to sweet talk you into getting the rest that you need

-Wants to know why you didn't tell him that you haven't been sleeping well lately....he just wants you to be okay and well rested

-Also might bribe you with some slightly dirty promises haha

Donald Malarkey:

-Has clocked this a while ago and is just patiently waiting for you to realize that you need to get some rest. He's very respectful of boundaries and wants you to make your own decisions.

-Is not above stealing some chocolate to bribe you into taking a nap haha

-Absolutely the type to encourage you to count sheep or stars to try and help you fall asleep

-Also a very good cuddler to help people fall asleep

Eugene Roe:

-The sweetest bestest man for this situation??? Like, listen, he gets it. This is also someone who is sleep deprived. However, he worries way more about you and your health.

-Will pull medical rank to ensure that you get your nap

-Also more than willing to sneak you something to make sure that you fall asleep haha

-But more than anything, he's the type of man to tell you old Cajun tales in his soft voice to get you sleepy

Bill Guarnere:

-Literally will point blank tell you to go take a nap

-Then in a much softer and sweeter tone, will swing his arm around you, and ask if he can take a nap with you

-He's very invested in making sure that you're well rested and is the type of man to bribe with food and other means to ensure that you listen to what your body needs—and that's sleep

-Will talk your ear off about what it's going to be like when you're sleep deprived after the war and WHY you're going to be sleep deprived. I promise it's for a much dirtier reason lol.

Joe Toye:

-Acts as though he himself is tired and needs to take a nap. And point blank asks if you'll help him fall asleep.

-This technique is sneaky and though you might pick up on it, it's the thought that counts here

-He's out here ensuring that you don't feel like you're stressing him out by doing this—and making you feel as though you're helping him just as much as he's helping you

-Honestly, this man is a 10/10 in this situation

George Luz:

-Makes you laugh so hard that you cry out of exhaustion and then asks you if you're tired so that you have to admit it

-At which point he just takes your hand and declares that you're going to take a nap and he's going to watch your back for you

-It's all very sweet and very Luz of him tbh

-Holds your hand until you're asleep and presses a kiss to your forehead

[bellewintersroe]

Hey, there! I have a BoB headcanons request that is a bit angsty/heavy so if you don’t feel like doing it, I completely understand! I was just wondering how the easy boys would go about trying to comfort a reader with guilt/trauma from either killing a German soldier (like Winters when he shoots that one SS soldier) or not being able to save a fellow soldier if you’d like to go the nurse route. I’d just love some Winters and Eugene comfort!! Thank you!🫶

Heyyy so sorry for the slow reply!! Thank you, this is such a good request!!! I’ve combined both your ideas for the diff guys- I hope you enjoy!

Tw - talks of death, guilt, trauma, ptsd, war, etc.

BoB Headcanons - How they comfort you

Eugene Roe:

As a fellow medic, Gene understands completely what you’re doing when you start shutting yourself away.

After leaving Bastogne you didn’t actually think things could get much worse, but when you lose Jackson in the dingy basement in the middle of Haguenau - let’s just say you don’t take it well.

“It woulda’ happened anyway… it’s not your fault.” Gene would remind.

You’d sigh with a heavy heart and attempt to leave any kind of confrontation.

“Gene you weren’t the one assigned to take care of them. He died under my watch, I didn’t do good enough.”

Not only are you heavily burdened by Jackson’s death, but you’re also exhausted and cold and hungry. Gene at first would watch from afar with a furrow between his brow until enough was enough and he confronted you.

He’d find a way to pull you back in, he’d wrap blankets around your shoulders when you’re just sat staring into space. Or he’d force Hershey bars into your pocket, practically begging you to eat.

“It’s my fault.” You’d tell him.

Gene just takes the honest route, he knows that’s better than blatantly trying to soften the blow with anything else.

“Jackson woulda died anyway. I saw what happened and… you could’ve tried everything n’ he wouldn’t have made it…”

If you need him to go into technical medical talk he would. He’d do anything, he’s the type of guy to sit talking with you for hours.

Huge empathetic so cannot stand the idea of you being troubled by this or taking the blame.

If the two of you aren’t already together then he’s a little more careful to not overstep boundaries, but he 1000% keeps the blanket wrapped over your shoulders in place by holding it there with an arm over you. Even if his hand is freezing.

Dick Winters:

It maybe happens around Bastogne? You happen to fire at the Germans and when you guys go look after, one of them is just a kid.

Let’s say he’s nowhere near older than twenty, still in his teens, and you’re absolutely horrified from the second you find this out.

It makes you freak tf out and the men bundle you back to the line pretty fast, they all know what it feels like, that guilt ravishing them alive. And Winters especially understands the exact thing you’ve been through.

I feel like he’d find out pretty fast, the two of you are in a private relationship that can’t be openly shown out on the field.

He’d take a sensible approach, despite being oh so worried.

Has you come sit in his and Lewis’ tent at CP.

Would offer you a drink, food, another coat, new boots, worries that you need feminine products? Idk the man just wants to take care of u ok.

When it comes to it and you say no to everything he simply sits besides you and just looks over your face.

Then he opens up about Holland and how he shot another soldier, just a kid. It’s relatable and the feelings he talks about are exactly what you’re experiencing.

If you get upset he can’t engulf you into the hug he wants, but he deffo squeezes you with an arm around you, encouraging you to know this isn’t your fault.

Extremely mindful of you for the following days after. If you wanna go off the line then he does that, if you wanna go for a walk then he makes somebody’s with you at all times.

Super super emotionally intelligent and would support you through anything.

Joe Liebgott:

Probs walks into the quiet aid station all loud mouthed and hollering about something irrelevant. He knew you were on shift tonight with one other nurse who’s occupied upstairs in the building. Your arrival in Austria luckily called for a lot less gruesome wounds and gory deaths- but every now and then, someone slipped through your fingers.

Your head snaps up, away from the patient who lay still before you. Your eyes are full of tears and at the sight of Joe, you begin to sob.

“What is it-” immediately goes to run forwards, but then he clicks when he noticed the bloodied man below you. Your hands are covered in crimson, trembling and it’s smeared all over your uniform.

Realises pretty quick what’s happened.

“I couldn’t save him, Joe.” You wept. “Nobody came to help.”

Understandably Joes first reaction is to throw a fit that nobody else was here to help you- but then he takes in your broken expression once more and remembers where they were. Things like this just happened out here.

“Okay, baby.” He’d sooth, approaching you as carefully as possible. He’d take your hands in his and meet your gaze. “Let me help you.”

You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t be the biggest sweetheart ever?

He’d wash your hands for you, rubbing his thumb gently over each patch of skin, then he’d get help from another medic, a little pissed that nobody came to help. After that he’d tell whoever’s in charge you’re done off shift and take you back to your room (screw fraternisation rules, Joe doesn’t follow them, not when it comes to you).

He’d pretty soon find out that the guy on the table had a burst artery, whilst he’s undressing you from your stained uniform, he’d tut to himself gently.

“Somethin’ like that happens n’ they’re gone. There wasn’t anything you coulda’ done.”

“No but- I could’ve tried! If somebody helped then I could’ve done it! We’re not in Bastogne anymore I should’ve been able to help!”

“Y/n, you know you can’t think like that.”

Wouldn’t allow it for a second that you blamed yourself, it physically pains him that you’re sobbing and shaking, Joe holds you close and just lets you get it all out, feeling pretty revengeful for whoever left you alone that night.

“It’s all my fault, Joe…”

“No… no, sweetheart. C’mere, the guy was a dead man the second he got hit..”

The best with comforting you with words, if he needs to be a little harsh to get it through to you that it’s not your fault he will- but he won’t allow it for a second that you take any form of blame for this.

It hurts him to know it’s hurting you.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Kinktober Special: Joe Liebgott x Reader

a/n: Hey guys!! Surprise surprise! Here’s a little thing i’ve been working on and thought I should share for Halloween! I hope you gave have an amazing day today! Also please minors do not interact with this post, thanks!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut ofc; romance

Warnings: Fingering, cursing, anything sex related tbh. ( fem! reader)

description: after a long night of waiting up for your husbands arrival, he knows just exactly how to repay you…

BoB Masterlist

You looked at the clock on the wall. 8:13 pm. It’s already 8 o'clock and Joe still wasn’t home yet. There was a quick pace in your chest as you walked up to the window near the front door. You wished to see his car pull up to the front of the driveway, but to your disappointment, there was nothing. Just the quick pats of rain that fell onto the street. Worry began to set in your heart, making you immediately assume the worst. Was he okay? Had he gotten into some sort of accident? The anxious thoughts swarmed though your head as you walked back to the reclining chair in the living room, plopping down in the seat, and rejoining your nice glass of red wine. You sighed to yourself. He should have been here by now.

The soft crackles coming from the fireplace brought a nice wave of warmth to your seat. The soft sound of music played throughout the quaint home. You weren’t familiar with the tune, other than the fact that it was sung by the soothing voice of Billie Holiday. The nice melody calmed your nerves while you waited for his return. You took the glass in your hand, and walked upstairs to the shared bedroom.

The room was dark and quiet. You could barely hear the music from upstairs. You turned on the dim light and sat down in front of your vanity. You combed the ends of your hair softly, finding any knots and combing through them gently. It was usually rare on nights like these that you wore your hair down, but it was something Joe enjoyed, maybe a little too much. You had been waiting on him for almost two hours now. Your and his dinner had already been cooked, a nice pot roast, now waiting for his arrival.

You had bathed and rid yourself of your old grimy work clothes that now laid in your room's hamper. You figured it would be nice to surprise your sweet, hard-working husband with a treat of his own. You decided for a sweet nightgown, just a thin piece of black laced sheer hung around your body. You thought it’d be best not to wear your brasserie, letting all of you show. If anyone else was in the home, they would have been able to see right through your flimsy little nightgown.

You could say that this was well deserved for Joe, all those nights of him bringing you flowers after work, or brushing your hair when you were too tired to do so yourself. The one night you decided to compensate him for his good deeds, was the night that he was late from work. You kept your makeup simple, only mascara and a red lip. You started to re-apply your red lip again, making sure the coat looked fresh, when all of a sudden the doorbell rang.

You ran to the window in the room, it was him. Joe’s car was out in the driveway. You could only assume that he was outside, currently being drenched by the strong rain. You hurried down the stairs. You made it to the door in almost no time, swinging the door open quickly that he wouldn’t be left out in the cold rain any longer.

When you opened the door, he looked frustrated. Not at you, but at the weather. Joe stomped into the house and immediately started to ramble. “Honey, I can explain.” He took off his hat and overcoat and hung them on the coat hanger, he hadn’t even taken notice of your outfit yet.

“My boss made me stay late, I tried to call you but the telephone at work was cut off, then when I got on the road traffic was horrible and…” your husband explained himself, he sounded desperate for your understanding. Also maybe a little pissed at himself for being home later than expected. You tried to listen, really, but your brain was almost immediately turned to mush by the way Joe looked in his buttoned shirt. He had obviously sat in the rain for too long, his white shirt had become see-through.

You felt your mouth salivate. His hair had curled up from the rain too, making him look fresh out of the shower. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping to release some of the pressure that resided in your pussy. You felt heat rush through your body as your husband brushed his hair back with his hand.

He looked so good. You spoke up, “You poor thing. You’re soaked. Let's get you some warm clothes, alright?” You looked up at him.

There it was. He finally noticed your outfit. Something shifted in his eyes. They became darker, more primal-like. You felt his eyes scan your body. He had no shame, he let his eyes wander all over you, taking in the scene that laid in front of him. Now it was his turn to salivate. You noticed the almost immediate swell in his pants, the outline of his cock growing with each second he kept his eyes on you. “Oh sweet girl…” He practically groaned out the words. You felt your cunt squeeze around nothing, the desperation in his voice made you weak. “Come here baby, spin around fa’ me.” His raspy voice teased, it was almost too much for you. You had been needing him all day, and you were finally getting what you wanted.

He grabbed your hand, letting you take a small spin for him. You loved feeling his sharp gaze. You knew he liked what he saw. “Fuck” he whispered a sharp curse to himself. You could see the thick dick print that outlined his pants. Poor thing. He picked you up with almost no warning, throwing you over his shoulder. You moaned in surprise. He gave you a hard smack on the ass as he carried you up the stairs. “Atta girl, so soft.” He mumbled in your ear. Once he finally made it to the room he practically threw you down onto the bed. You giggled at his impatience.

Excitement ran through your body as you heard his belt unbuckle. You raised yourself up on your elbows. “You like it?” you said, asking him about your gown.

“I love it. Fucking beautiful.” He sounded animalistic as he hurried to unbutton his shirt. He immediately joined you in the bed once he tore off his last button. He didn’t give you any moment of mercy. He dived straight into your neck, kissing and licking your sweet spot hungrily. “Honey” you sighed out of pleasure. You felt his teeth sink into your soft skin, making you slightly jump. He acted ravenous. You felt your panties flood as he continued to leave small bites all over your neck.

He groaned into the small area, now moving farther down to your collarbone. Joe took off his pants, whilst still marking up your collar. Making you feel his warm cock through his thin layer of underwear that rested on your thigh. You started to lift up your gown, ready to take it off, before he stopped you.

“No, leave it on. You look so pretty.” You shook your head in approval. He looked into your eyes deeply, dipping his mouth down to your breasts, still keeping his eyes on yours. “Can I?” He asked, looking up at you for approval. “Yes” you replied back in barely a whisper. He kissed your sternum through the thin layer of clothing. He groaned out again once he saw your naked chest. “Your titties are so fucking pretty baby, you know that?”

He wasted no time diving into you, planting a wet kiss to your soft nipple, hardening it immediately. Goosebumps ran throughout your body once again. He took his free hand to massage your other breast. His big hand felt so warm around your sensitive areola. He squeezed you softly. “You’re perfect, doll, so fucking perfect.” He managed to mumble out as he sucked on your breast. He finally decided to give your chest a break, before traveling his hands to your warm cunt.

You felt another rush of wetness dampen your panties. His finger curled at the hem of your underwear. You knew him, he wasn’t going to take them off until you asked. “Please– I need you.” You practically cried out, you failed at trying not to sound desperate.

“That’s it sweet girl.” He returned the whisper, taking a small nip at your navel. He slid your panties off quickly, and moved his body down towards your heat. He let out a loud grunt when he saw the state of your pussy. “Such a sweet cunt. I can’t wait to feel you.” His words made your head spin as he pressed his digits softly into your bundle of nerves. “Mmm.” You moaned out to him. “Feel good, baby?” He asked you while continuing his previous motion.

The feeling was overwhelming. His fingertips stayed firm on your clit, rubbing circles slowly until you felt pure pleasure. It wasn’t long before he moved his fingers to your opening. He only put one finger in first, sinking it in slowly. He gave you a second to adjust to his finger’s large size. Your walls squeezed around his finger as his thumb started to rub circles on your already swollen clit.

“Feel good?” He asked you again while pressing his finger deep inside of you, hitting that spongy spot in your walls, the feeling was almost too much. “Yes” You moaned out loudly, his deep voice making you clamp down on his finger. He cursed before mumbling about how tight you felt on him. He was going tauntingly slow, “I’m gonna add another one, okay doll?” You felt the thickness of his second finger fill up your tight cunt. He continued to massage your walls, quickening his pace once you adjusted.

Before long, you felt that familiar pressure bubbling up inside of your stomach. Without even explaining it to him, he already knew you were close. “Gonna cum?” His question sounded desperate. You felt the headboard hit the wall repeatedly, his pace making the bed shake. “Mhm” you replied, loving the way he played with your pussy. You took the last bit of energy you had left in you to look down at him. What a sight to see. Joe, on the edge of the bed, rutting himself onto the edge of the sheets just to feel some type of friction. You moaned and your eyes rolled back at the sight.

“C’mon baby, cum for me” With those words, you released the pressure that had finally been building up in your stomach. You cried out in pleasure as your release flooded all over his hand. His fingers rocked you back and forth slowly until you came down from your high. “Did you like it, sweet girl?” He made his way up to your face, moving the extra fly-aways from around your eyes. “Yes, I did.” You said in a slight whisper before yawning, your body had felt weak. Sleep would come over you sooner than later.

“Did you?” You asked him, remembering the scene that was presented before you. You could see red appear on his face when you asked him.“Couldn’t help myself.” He let out a nervous chuckle while looking down towards the wet spot on his underwear. Making it obvious that he had finished prematurely in his pants. “Let's go to bed, you need sleep, sunshine.” You agreed with him, nodding your head. Joe took off your gown and replaced it with one of his more comfortable t-shirts, before tucking you into bed with him. “Sleep well, princess.”

Thank you for reading again! I hope you all enjoy! Have a Happy Halloween! 🎃🤍