#Major Dieter Hellstrom

[claratompson]

2 Headcanon Major Dieter Hellstrom

6. His reaction when you got injured/shot.

It's been about a year since you started dating Major Helstrom. Despite his busy schedule, he tried to devote a lot of time to you. He is a very caring man and always cares about your safety. In matters of expenses, he took full responsibility, claiming that it was his main duty to pamper and provide for you.

Unfortunately, rent prices increased, as did the costs of running the bakery. When your Aunt Josephine fell ill, running the bakery fell on your shoulders.

Dieter saw how you silently worried about your aunt's health and that you wouldn't be able to manage the bakery. He even offered to take on the financial expenses, but you flatly refused: "No, I won't let you decide these issues, Dieter. You don't have to."

Dieter insisted: “I don’t have to, but I can and want to help you. Is that bad?"

"No, it's not bad, I just can't... I'll feel awkward in front of you, that you'll spend money on my problems. I have to decide them myself."

The man was amazed by your stubbornness and independence, he loved it in you, but it was very difficult for him not to try to help you when he was able to do so: “I want to take care of you, help you.”

You cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead, saying, "You already do too much for me."

The major smiled softly at you and said, "Just promise me that if things get really bad, you'll let me help."

"Okay, I promise," you agreed.

>>>

One of the temporary ways to solve your financial problems, you chose to get a second job. The local tavern needed a waitress. Of course, the pay wasn't exorbitant, but it was convenient for you that it was a couple of once a week and only in the evenings. The major was not delighted with this news, but he could not contradict you.

You stood your ground. Dieter insisted that he would walk you home every night. He did this for safety reasons, knowing what kind of people were in such places.

"I'm sure that's not necessary, Dieter. I can get home on my own."

"No. I've already come to terms with your independence, but as for your safety, let me decide." He said with undisguised displeasure and a commanding tone.

You looked into his eyes, realizing how worried he was about you. Smiling at him, you hugged him tightly: "Okay, Major, let it be your way."

He moderated his ardor and hugged you back.

>>>>

It had been 2 weeks since you had been working at the tavern. Only a couple of times a week. You got used to it pretty quickly. Of course, sometimes tipsy soldiers tried to hit on you, but once they found out who your lover was, they immediately lost interest in you. The Sturmbannführer was very protective of you, and anyone who encroaches on your safety, hurts you, or offends you will have to deal with him.

>>>

Thursday evening, business as usual. Young couples and a few soldiers fill the tavern. Some order beer, some wine. Some, something stronger, scotch or whiskey.

You suggested that the next shift would end quickly and go smoothly.

But your expectations were interrupted by a sudden burst of gunfire. One of the officers had made a bet with a soldier that he could hit a glass on the bar table next to which you were standing.

That the officer was drunk, the accuracy of his shooting was reduced to a minimum. You didn't even notice the threat because you were standing with your back to them.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through your left thigh, closer to your knee, causing you to fall to the floor and scream in pain. Blood covered the entire floor. You tried to somehow close the wound so as not to lose too much blood, but your strength was becoming less and less with each breath.

Luckily, Major Hellstrom was waiting for you outside at that moment. He was leaning his back against the car, smoking a cigarette. Hearing the screams and gunfire coming from the tavern, he immediately threw away the cigarette and went into the building. He didn't like the sound of gunfire, because you were there. The major hoped that the bullet hadn't hit you, but his hopes were dashed when he saw you lying on the floor in a pool of your own blood. Dieter immediately ran to you, kneeling down next to you.

For the first time in his life, he was nervous and worried about someone. His heart pounded wildly with fear when he saw how much blood you had lost.

The major looked angrily at the officer who had shot you, ordering the soldiers to detain him: "I will deal with you later, Oberfähnrich Schulman."

Dieter ordered the bartender to bring him vodka and a cloth to put on your wound and stop the bleeding: "Everything will be fine, Meine Liebe. Just don't close your eyes." - he told you in a gentle tone.

He picked you up and carried you to his car. The man kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror. Your eyes were slowly closing, your legs were weak, your heart was beating a thousand times faster. You no longer heard what Dieter was saying. You fell asleep. 20 minutes later, the major took you to the medical center of the military hospital. He literally turned all the doctors on their ears.

The major was outside your room. He was sitting on the bench, nervously tapping his foot. He couldn't lose you. You were the most precious thing in his life. Now the major hated this officer with all his heart.

He already knew how he would make him pay for what he had done to you. After a couple of hours of waiting, a doctor approached the major, removing his starched cap and mask, stained with your blood.

Dieter stood in front of him, rubbing his hands nervously, asking the main question: "Well, how is she, Herr Schultz?"

"Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, Francis has lost a lot of blood, since the bullet hit her femoral artery and now she is very weak, but she will survive. She is lucky that you got to the hospital so quickly."

A weight fell from Dieter's soul, he was so afraid of losing you.

"Can I see her? Just for a few minutes."

Dr. Schulz was understanding of his request and, patting him on the shoulder, said, "Okay, but only for 5 minutes." Dieter thanked him and walked into the room where you were lying. He sat down on the chair next to your bed. The man took your hand and kissed your palm, quietly whispering, "Everything will be fine. You are safe."

All these minutes he just looked at you. The major stroked your cheek, kissed you on the forehead, left the hospital, intending to deal with Oberfähnrich Schulman.

7. How caring he is.

After you woke up and were discharged from the hospital, Major Hellstrom never left your side. He was by your side almost all the time.

As he promised, the situation got worse and he had to intervene. The major paid the expenses for the bakery, and regarding the rent, Dieter wanted you to move in with him, then your aunt could go to Switzerland to relatives, and you wouldn't have to rent a place, but you refused. "But why "no" again, Francis? I love you, I want you to be near me. You don't have to pay rent and worry about your aunt anymore."

"No. I won't live with you. We've only been dating for a year..." you insisted.

The major grabbed your arms: "The best year ever."

"And yet, until we are married, Dieter, we will live separately," you answered firmly.

The major smiled slyly and asked: "Is this a hint?"

"No, absolutely not. I'm just stating a fact. We can't be together all the time," you justified yourself.

Dieter grabbed your cheeks and, looking into your eyes, said: "I will never let you go. I almost lost you once. I can't bear it if something else happens to you."

You nodded silently, remembering how the major stayed by your bedside for almost days while you slept; with what care he changed the bandages on your leg; how he carried you in his arms when it was painful for you to walk at first. You remembered the expression on his face when you finally woke up: he hugged you tightly and almost cried with happiness. Dieter kissed you hard on the lips, expressing all his love for you. Hellstrom adored and loved you. You were everything he held dear.

Pulling away from him, you said, "Dieter, you've already done too much for me. I don't want to change anything yet. Be patient with me, please."

The major stroked your cheek, grinning, giving you his charming smile: "Am I not patient?!"

You smiled sheepishly and replied, "As always."

Dieter kissed you on the forehead and, looking into your eyes, said: "Have it your way, meine Liebe. Just promise me that the second job is over. If you need anything, you can always ask me."

You didn't argue with him and before kissing him on the cheek, you said: "I promise you."

8. His Christmas present to you.

Christmas is coming in a couple of days. You prepared a modest gift for Dieter, but a good gift. A collection of books about medieval German poems and stories. You weren't sure how much he would like the gift, but you were counting on a positive reaction.

Dieter invited you to celebrate your first Christmas with his family in the city of Hattingen. At first you refused, considering your presence inappropriate, but the major was adamant: "Don't even think about refusing. I want to spend this day with you. I need you. And besides, I've long wanted to introduce you to my family." After convincing arguments, you agreed, not wanting to offend him.

Christmas dinner with the major's family was wonderful. His parents liked you as much as you liked them. You thought that dinner with his family couldn't be better.

The next morning it was time for gifts. You with undisguised embarrassment handed the major a gift, saying: "The gift is very modest, I hope you like it."

The man smiled at you as he opened the package. You certainly didn't expect such a reaction from him. He smiled widely and happily, kissing you on the cheek: "Francine, how did you guess? This is something I have long dreamed of. Thank you, meine Liebe."

Afterwards, Dieter handed you his gift. It was a green box with a golden bow. When you opened it, you saw expensive Chanel perfume and a golden heart-shaped pendant. You were extremely happy with this gift. Dieter really had a knack for guessing what you wanted.

After hugging the major, you kissed him on the cheek, and then handed the gifts to his parents.

You turned to face him and saw the major standing in front of you on one knee, holding a box with a sapphire ring in his hands.

"You are everything I think about and dream about. I love you, Francis, and I want to spend my whole life with you. Will you agree to become my wife?" he said in one breath. It was obvious that he was nervous, waiting for an answer to the question.

You covered your mouth with your hands in shock. The fact that Major Helstrom wanted to marry you was out of the ordinary. You didn't expect it to happen, but it did.

You had never been sure of anything in your life, but now you were sure of yourself and that you loved him and wanted to spend your whole life with him, so you happily answered, "Yes, I do."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, put the ring on your finger and, standing up, hugged you tightly.

9. Your reaction when you had a terrible dream where he died.

It was pouring rain, thunder was booming loudly almost every second. You were walking down the street soaking wet, wondering why you didn't take an umbrella with you.

Someone was shouting your name: "Francis! Francis!"

You couldn't understand where this voice was coming from.

You picked up your pace a little, trying to find the source of the voice. As you walked forward, the voice grew louder and you realized it was coming from the Louisiana Tavern, where you used to work.

Your heart started beating faster with every step down the stairs. You opened the door and saw Dieter. He looked at you and smiled his charming smile. Despite this, you felt a dread clenching inside, as if something terrible was going to happen right now.

The next second, an officer from around the corner fired a pistol into Dieter's chest.

You screamed in fear, trying to run to him, but your legs seemed not to move, as if they were stuck to the steps of the stairs.

You couldn't even touch him.

The next second you woke up in a cold sweat from your own scream.

You were in your bed at home. You covered your face with your hands and cried. The dream was so real and terrible that you couldn't shake the thought that something had happened to Dieter. You had to make sure that he was okay.

Getting out of bed, you put on a warm robe and a coat over it, and then left the house, heading in the direction of Dieter's house.

You literally ran as fast as you could. You should have seen him.

It was about a 20-minute walk from your house to the major’s house, but since you ran, you got there faster.

You ran up the steps and knocked on the door. A couple of minutes later, a sleepy major opened the door for you.

"Francis? What are you here for...?" - Before he could finish speaking, you hugged him tightly, causing him to stagger. You held him tightly, inhaling his scent.

It was at that very moment that you realized how much you loved him. The man, perplexed, hugged you back, stroking your hair. He pulled back slightly to look at you, struggling to break your tight embrace. Your face was swollen and red from crying, and you could see fear in your eyes.

The major stroked your cheeks and asked, "What's wrong, Francis?" You stroked his face, reassuring yourself that he was alive. He was here with you.

"I had a really scary dream. I was in the tavern where I used to work and I came down and saw you. You smiled at me, but then someone shot you in the chest..." - remembering this dream, tears appeared in your eyes again. "And I couldn't even approach you. My legs were numb... And I was so scared. When I woke up, I... wanted to see you. I needed to know you were okay," you said, tears streaming down your face.

Dieter wiped your tears with his thumbs and kissed your forehead, hugging you tightly, whispering, "I'm okay. I'm here with you, Shatzi. Don't cry."

"Can I stay with you?" you asked awkwardly."

Dieter smiled softly and replied, "Of course you can. I wouldn't let you go."

He put his arm around your shoulder as you walked up the stairs. The major put you to bed, covering you with a warm blanket. You realized that he was going to leave.

Grabbing Dieter's hand, you pulled him towards you: "Please don't go. Sleep with me tonight."

The major leaned over, kissed you on the forehead and said, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll just get you some water and be right back."

You reluctantly let go of his hand, waiting for him to return. A minute later he handed you a glass of warm water, which you greedily drank.

As soon as the man took off his slippers and climbed under the blanket with you, you immediately pressed yourself against him, hugging him tightly. Dieter kissed you all over your face, wrapping you in his arms.

You buried your face in his neck and hugged him, saying, "I love you so much, Dieter."

The major stroked your back and replied, "I love you too, Francis."

He gently stroked your hair and kissed your forehead until you fell asleep. The Sturmbannführer guarded your sleep all night.

10. Wedding.

You and Dieter decided to get married at the beginning of summer, when it was already warm in northern Germany, but not too hot. The only thing you were worried about was that the man would change his mind about marrying you. You always felt that you were not worthy of him. Having become his lover, attending events where high society people gathered was part of his life, and therefore it became yours too. Every time you walked arm in arm with him into some establishment where there were social rich people who did not know the need for anything during the war, they looked at you as if you were at dinner. Sometimes you felt that you were not suitable for Dieter. He was a German officer who fell in love with a simple girl selling fresh bread and for some reason decided to marry her.

"The eternal struggle of statuses." You thought, fiddling with your engagement ring. You looked at yourself in the mirror and didn't see anything special.

You found yourself thinking often about how you would feel if Dieter broke off the engagement. The thought of it cut your heart like a knife, and a dull melancholy spread through your soul. His family had welcomed you with open arms on Christmas Day when he proposed, and his mother, Henrietta, had even given you a family brooch a couple of weeks ago, which had been passed down through the female line of their family. And since she didn’t have a daughter, she had given it to you, adjusting your wavy blond hair, saying: “And when you have a daughter, you will give her this brooch for her 14th birthday.” Remembering that evening, you squeezed your eyelids shut, holding back tears. In two weeks, the wedding day would soon arrive. You were overcome with hundreds of doubts and fears. Would you be a good wife?

You were distracted by the touch of a warm male hand and the familiar fresh and cold scent of the major's cologne. "Shatzi, why are you here alone and not downstairs with everyone?" Dieter asked, kissing you on the cheek.

You looked down and, not wanting him to see your tears, turned to face the balcony and replied, "I just wanted to get some fresh air, so many people make you sick faster than wine."

The major stood in front of you, grabbing your chin: "Why are you turning away from me? I want to see your face."

Seeing your tears, he came closer and hugged you around the waist, asking, "Why are you crying, Francis? Don't you enjoy our engagement party?"

You took his hand and, smiling sadly, answered: "No, of course not. The evening is simply wonderful. I like everything very much."

"Then why is meine liebe braut crying?" he asked, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"I don't know.. Why do you want to marry me? You could have chosen someone who suits your status, and not me. I'm nobody." - you admitted honestly. Looking up, you saw his steel-gray-blue eyes, in which anger flashed, which is why you looked down and said: "Forgive me.. I'm so stupid."

The man cupped your cheeks and, looking into your eyes, said, "What are you saying? What nonsense? What do you mean, why do I want to marry you? I love you, Francis. You are my woman. No one and nothing has the right to make you think otherwise. And if this was one of your ways to get rid of me, Fraulein, then don't even think it will work. I won't let you go."

You smiled a little at his words. The major kissed your forehead and nose, and then said, "I guess it's like that for all girls before their wedding, but I won't let you run away from me. Just think, Francis, you'll become Frau Hellstrom. My Frau."

You hugged the man tightly, feeling how calmness displaced the fear and anxiety in your heart.

Pulling away, you stroked his cheeks, which made him smile and kiss you hard, holding you by the waist. You kissed him back, stretching out this moment when you were together, happy and in love.

>>>>

The wedding was scheduled for June 16, 1943. The weather was warm and sunny, a light summer breeze blew. You insisted that you wanted to get married in a Catholic church. Dieter did not dare to contradict you. He loved you and did everything as you wanted.

Your parents and sister came to the wedding.

Early in the morning, your mother and sister helped you put on your dress and do your makeup.

Mom kissed you on the cheek and stroked your hair, saying, "My girl, how beautiful you are." "Thank you, Mom." You smiled. You were a little worried about your wedding night, since you had never been intimate with a man.

"Don't worry, Francis. The most important thing to remember is, "Be a lamb in the kitchen and a tigress in bed."

Your sister showed a mix of embarrassment and disgust on her face, saying, "Ugh, Mom!"

"What? Sooner or later the same thing awaits you." - Mom answered.

"Do you have to talk about this in my presence?" - your little sister asked discontentedly.

"You can leave. Your sister is worried, I need to calm her down." - your mother said politely.

Your sister left the room, and your mother hugged you tightly, and then said: "Don't worry, daughter. I see how much Dieter loves you. You tell him if something is wrong. He will understand anyway. If you get scared, just think about how much you love him."

You smiled nervously, then took a deep breath and exhaled, replying, "Okay. I get it, Mom."

Mom hugged you once more and left, and your father came in to replace her. When he saw you in this white dress, tears appeared in his always stern blue eyes.

He came up to you and kissed you on the forehead, saying: "How beautiful you are, my daughter."

You smiled at your father and hugged him tightly.

"I love you, dad," she said quietly.

Your father stroked your cheek and said, "I love you too, honey. You'll always be my little princess. I know Dieter loves you, otherwise I wouldn't trust him with you. However, know that if he dares to hurt you, you can always rely on Mom and me."

"Thank you, Dad." You thanked your father, brushing away tears.

"Well, I guess they've been waiting for us for a while." He said.

He pulled your veil down over your face and then you grabbed his shoulder.

>>>

The Mendelssohn March played softly as you walked down the aisle. Even though there weren't many guests, you were wildly nervous under their scrutinizing gazes, squeezing your father's shoulder.

All you were afraid of right now was tripping over something stupid.

Through the thin fabric of your veil, you looked at Dieter.

"How handsome he is," you thought. The man was dressed in his black dress uniform and his whole gaze was focused only on you.

His face was filled with amazement and delight. You looked like an angel to him. The dress fit your figure perfectly.

As your father handed you over to Dieter, he patted him on the shoulder, smiled at you, and took his place on the bench next to your mother.

The major took your hands in his, gently stroking your fingers. You listened to what the priest was saying, but your whole gaze was fixed on Dieter.

When, at last, the vows were spoken, you exchanged rings and the major removed the veil from your face and, cupping your face, kissed it.

The wedding was absolutely wonderful. You danced a lot, drank wine and ate all sorts of delicious food.

You didn’t notice how quickly time flew by and, of course, the evening moved on to one of the main parts - the first wedding night.

To say that I was terribly worried is to say nothing. Dieter brought you to his house, where you will now live together.

He kissed you hard on the forehead and said, "I'll leave you for a while. Clean yourself up if you need to, Mein Schatz."

As soon as the major left the bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed, covering your face with your hands.

"What if he doesn't like me like this?! I'm so worried. Mom, I think, said something about being a tigress, I think. The first wedding night is not a cake to bake. What should I do?" you thought nervously.

All this time you sat like this, covering your face with your hands. You didn’t even notice how you lay down on the bed and in a couple of minutes you were sleeping quietly.

Dieter entered the room and saw you lying on the bed: "Meine Liebe, is everything okay?"

You didn't answer him. He came up to you and, removing your hands and strands of hair from your face, realized that you were sleeping.

The major stroked your cheek and, smiling, kissed your forehead. The man did not wake you up, but only moved you so that your head lay on the pillow. Having covered you with a blanket, the major changed his clothes and went to bed.

11. Your reaction the morning after the wedding.

The sun slipped through the curtains and fell on your eyelids, forcing you to wake up. You slowly opened your eyes, turning onto your back. A second later, you realized that you were still in your wedding dress. Turning your head to the left, you realized that Dieter was not there.

You sat down on the bed, trying to remember what happened that evening.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Dieter entering the bedroom with a glass of water. Seeing that you were already awake, he smiled and approached you:

"Good morning, meine Frau." The major kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

You asked him directly: "Dieter, did we have something yesterday?"

Dieter: "No, Schatzi, nothing happened."

You: "Why? What happened?" you asked, puzzled.

Dieter: "When I returned, you were already fast asleep."

You: "You could have woken me up."

The man grinned and took your hand: "No, I couldn't. I saw how worried you were, and especially how soundly you slept. The wedding was very eventful, I wanted you to rest."

You looked down in embarrassment: "I'm the worst wife in the world."

Dieter hastened to reassure you: "No, what are you saying, no..."

"I ruined everything. Our first night together," - you said, upset.

The major patted your shoulders and said, "Don't say that. You haven't ruined anything. If you're not ready, then you're not ready. We'll have time for that later."

"I'm so stupid, forgive me."

Dieter: "Stop talking like that, Schatzi. You have become my wife and that is all I could dream of. I love you."

"I was really worried, but... I still wanted this evening to be special for you, for both of us."

The German stroked your cheeks and, tenderly kissing your lips, said: "This day has become special simply because you agreed to become my wife, Liebste. Don't think that you have spoiled anything or let me down, okay?"

You nodded in agreement and kissed him hard.

The major stepped back, stroked your face and said, "Breakfast is ready. Get yourself ready and go downstairs. We still have a train to catch."

"Okay," you replied.

[thatluckystrudel]

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[milandsk]

he had a cigarette with his number on it ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

dieter hellstrom x translator!reader

no tw

“Let’s wait for Emmanuelle to come before we start talking.” said Zoller, making a guy you worked for sigh.

They continued their discussion while you looked at the entrance at the other end of café. Your table was isolated from others highlighting the importance of men at the table - Frederick Zoller and Joseph Goebbels who you worked for.

You knew that somewhere close was Hans Landa but you didn't see him.

As you were waiting you noticed some noise slightly dying up. The change of the people at the other tables was so small - you barely noticed it - when two people entered. A blonde girl and tall man in leather uniform. You guessed that the woman would be Emmanuelle Mimieux but the second person you knew.

Who wouldn't?

Officer Dieter Hellstrom.

You meet him once marginally, Goebbels introduced the two of you out of politeness.

Mimieux and Hellstrom walked up to your table. Her expression was slightly annoyed while his walk behind her was confident as if not letting her escape. Zoller stood up like an exited puppy making my eyes roll.

Zoller introduced the blonde to Goebbels and you. You politely shook her hand.

“And you met the Major.” he turned to Hellstrom.

“I didn't introduce myself. Major Dieter Hellstrom of the Gestapo. At your service.” he told her, his demeanor has changed slightly. You noticed that in Emmanuelle's eyes. He was probably an asshole to her before. He chuckled but there was nothing nice about it.

“Have a seat please.” he pointed at the seat. After she sat down he poured champagne for her and himself. He took a seat next to you.

You translated the conversation between Goebbels and Mimieux feeling the gaze of Gestapo officer on you. The four of you continued to talk for a while, the tall man only watched you without a word. He looked slightly amused by the discussion which to your surprise made you glad, knowing that you're not the only one finding Frederick's actions ridiculous and a little bit pathetic.

“Ah, Landa, here you are.” announced Goebbels as an older man entered. You uncontrollably straightened up your posture which to Hellstrom exhaled as some sort of chuckle. You looked at him surprised but others didn't seem to notice this interaction - fully focused on Landa. He smiled at you and casually turned his attention to others, leaving you to wonder if he actually smiled or did he just continue some sort of secret mockery.

Goebbels excused himself, not saying anything to you. You wanted to stand up and follow him but Hellstrom gripped the backrest of your seat, stopping you from pushing back your chair. His hand clenched on the wooden chair was almost touching the skin on your neck. You could feel the heat emanating from his fingers.

“Don’t leave so soon.” his voice drained with mockery. “I believe you know officer? Landa.”

Your eyes flickered up to Hans Landa. You answered unsure.

“Yes… We met.”

Older man took your hand and brought your palm to his lips.

“Pleasure to meet you again.” he said, still holding your hand as you smiled politely hiding the fact that you wanted to get away.

Hellstrom continued to stare into your face as you took my arm away from Landa. Older man turned to Emmanuelle. You exhaled the breath you were holding in.

Dieter's hand was still gripping on the backrest of your seat trapping you. His eyes were focused on you and you struggled to hold his gaze.

“Perhaps you chose the wrong line of work if talking to german officials makes you so nervous?” he as asked in low voice as the rest of table was focused on themselves.

“I’m not nervous.” you mumbled as he leaned in closer.

“Of course you're not.” he said ironically, his voice quiet. You felt his thumb lightly caress the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine but you didn't react.

You cleared my throat hoping that he would stop before anyone noticed.

Then why did you felt disappointed when he brought his arm back to the table and cold air hit your skin?

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his leather coat. He offered one to you as his fingers swiftly took one for himself.

“I don't smoke.” you said, Hellstrom slightly raised his brows and muttered.

“Well aren't you a good girl?” he casually lit his cigarette like he didn't just leave you speechless. The rhetorical question was supposed to be sarcastic but he kept a straight face. You wondered if he was flirting or did he just want some sort of reaction from you.

He inhaled and blew a smoke in the air. Your eyes traced his jaw clenching as he exhaled.

“I hope you wouldn't mind if I talked to Miss Mimieux. I have a couple of questions regarding the safety of the cinema." Hans Landa interrupted your thoughts.

Gestapo officer nodded and stood up. You followed his footsteps as he left. You went outside the café, the bell rang as the doors closed behind you. He continued to smoke as he watched people walking on the other side of the street. Another smoky exhale came out of his mouth, this time his unreadable eyes focused on you. He tapped off the ashes, his fingers playing with the cigarette.

“We've met already, right?” he asked, his piercing eyes not leaving your face.

“Yes.” you said recalling it “At a banquet few months ago.” you continued after he doesn't didn't say anything. He nodded thoughtfully, pausing for a second.

“How’s your job going?” he threw away the rest of his cigarette, crushing it with his combat boot.

“I’d say pretty good.”

“Good.” he gave you a wry smile.

There was a moment of palpable silence between the two of you. The suffocating stillness carried more than words. Hellstrom didn't move, his presence had an underlying unease even in silence. The air between the two if you seemed to thicken with every second. The seconds stretched as if the two of you were playing a careful game. Who caves in first?

It was a power move - the calculated pause.

You could sense Major's mind working and waiting for your move. Expecting you to maybe break quiet or - if you were going to be stubborn - stand in the tense silence.

He signed breaking the soundlessness. His eyes softening ever so slightly.

“How old are you again?” his hand slipping into his pocket as he asked.

“Uh… 24.” I answered.

“Good enough.” I looked at him confused. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a pen from his pocket. But before i could speak he asked again.

“Are you free tomorrow?” his voice not giving anything away wasn't helpful.

“Yes.” I looked up at his face as he took out a cigarette and started scribbling something on it. Only now you noticed how taller he was standing next to you. You furrowed your brows confused as he handed it to you. Your fingers traced against his as you took a cigarette from him.

“It’s an address, be there at seven.” he said as he walked back towards the entrance to café. As he passed by he was so close you could still smell the cigarettes and a hint of cologne.

“And dress nice.” he added with a smug smile cracking through his cold exterior.

Before you could answer he disappeared inside. You fidgeted with the cigarette feeling the excitement building up in your chest.

[calliopeslyre]

I need everybody to know that August Diehl did such a great job in Inglorious Basterds as Major Dieter Hellstrom.

He delivers his lines so perfectly. Like his voice is just so satisfying??? For example, in the first picture, the way he says "Notiert" and lights his cigarette is just amazing. Same with the whole bar scene later in the movie. There's just something in his voice that makes everything work perfectly!!

I'm a Christoph Waltz fan first and foremost, but damn it, there are so many high class performances in this movie it's actually insane. And especially as a German it is rare to see actual German actors performing German characters so that they don't sound odd.

[whiteskullofroses]

Noch einer!

(Dieter Hellstrom x reader)- slight nsfw

A/N: Man idk, it's 1 am and Dieter is baby girl. I don't support nacizm/any of this man's ideologies. Enjoy!

🍻 Imagine being a Yugoslav Partisan camouflaged as an SS officer, when attending a nazi meeting in the basement you meet Dieter. After a few too many shots you slip up, but luckily he is too busy thinking about you rather than the things you say.🍻

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The room was getting louder and louder with every second running by, yet you didn't budge. At least on the outside, on the inside though, you were on fire. The gun on your belt looked lovelier with every nazi that walked in and sat down at the table you were sitting at.

You couldn't believe that you approved of this "genius" plan The Basterds came up with. No matter how stupid it seemed, there was a possibility it could work and you wanted nothing more than to have these Schwabs out of Europe and sent straight to hell where they belonged.

The SS uniform felt too tight and uncomfortable, you tapped your black boots against the cold cement and silently cursed every officer that came in the basement, however, you decided to busy your mind with something else and stretch your legs. You got up, lit a cigarette in between your middle and pointer finger, and noticed the gramophone hiding behind a wall. Just as you noticed it, it stopped playing. Walking up to the gramophone to restart it, your eyes noticed a figure in the corner.

The yellow light from the candle lit up the left side of his face.

The SS officer was reading a book and drinking beer. The more you stared at him, your mind forgetting about the music, the more attractive he looked. "No, Y/N this isn't right," you said to yourself: "I shouldn't pray on men today, especially nazis."

Without realizing he was staring right back at you until he finally spoke: "Fräulein? Was ist los?" You broke eye contact and didn't reply.

He took a deep breath and closed the book, his hand patting the sit next to him, gesturing for you to sit down.

Your heartbeat quickened, the tension was unbearable and not in a good way.

"Y/N, do not show any compassion to him, his people are killing yours on the lines out there, he doesn't deserve it." Were the only thoughts running through your head the whole time you were slowly walking up to his side.

But for now, you had to be an actress to stay alive. His cologne smelled nice. That was the first remark you truly noticed about him, besides his amazing looks. "Wie heißt du, Liebling?"

"Liebling? Hah," you thought: "what an attempt to get me flustered."

"Erika Shauenberg."

It wasn't your real name, of course.

"Zigarette?" the man asked you, smiling. His smile wasn't bad either, in fact, he was the most perfect man you've ever seen.

"Why does he have to be a piece of shit?"

Your cigarette from before burned up by itself without you even putting it in your mouth. He really got you distracted so much that you forgot to smoke.

Nodding and taking one out of the box you thanked him: "Danke."

With one slick move, he pulled out a lighter and lit it. German cigs tasted different than the Yugoslav ones, but for the time being, they were good enough.

"Oh!" He remembered: "Es tut mir leid, dass ich vergessen habe," putting one in his mouth as well: "mich vorzustellen."

Blowing smoke into thin air: "Major Dieter Hellstrom."

Dieter? What an extraordinary name.

"Erik!" Dieter called out to the waiter as he approached our table. "Scotch, zwei Gläser!"

Grinning, he leaned closer to you and half whispered: "Erik hat eine Flasche Jahre alten Whisky aus dem schottischen Hochland-"

"Would you mind if we continued in English?" You interrupted him: "I was raised in France as a German kid." Tapping your cigarette on a black ashtray: "I never learned proper German because my father, well..."

Think Y/N! Think!

"He was killed in combat and my mother died from the flu when I was only 5 years old." Putting on a sad face you sighed: "I was given to a foster family in France."

"Where?" Dieter wondered.

"Menton."

"Ah, Erik!"

The waiter brought the two of you your drinks and left the scotch bottle on the table. Amazing, this was going to be a long night.

However, in reality, you couldn't complain about being in his company. Yes, he was a nazi, and yes you hated nazis, but damn was he charming.

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1 hour later....

You've never had this much fun in your life. How many shots you drank, how many cigarettes you smoked? You didn't care, and neither did Dieter. He was just as shitfaced as you.

You both laughed at each other's stories from the past.

"Noch einer, Liebling?"

"Ja, bitte!"

As he took your glass to fill it up, you watched the golden liquid splash on the table as the bottle slipped from his hand. You quickly picked it up, slightly touching his hand while leaning over the table to reach it, and laughed out loud.

"You know this reminds me when I lived in Yugo-"

Shit. No no no no no!

"Yugo? What Yugo?" he looked at you, his eyes glassy, gazing upon your face.

You swallowed hard: "Yugo? Yugo! Ah, yes!"

Think Y/n, think!

"Yugo's apartment .."

Good job Y/n

"We dated in highschool."

It was quite impressive how your foggy brain could still have such a wild imagination.

For a second he looked at you and said:

"You're aren't German, are you?"

Silence

You simply started at him and ran over the words he just spoke.

He said it's so effortlessly, his drunk tongue didn't slur one word in that sentence, as if that didn't mean that you were about to die. There was no solution in getting out of this. You do not have any evidence that you in fact were German, nor that you lived in France! Hell you don't even know France that well at all! You were pretty sure these were your last moments alive before his pretty German pistol would shoot you in the head and leave you for the rats feast on.

Suddenly the clock on the stone wall behind you started ticking slower, your heartbeat sped up and your palms got sweaty.

Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

To be continued...

[mariacallous]

One of Russia’s most famous 20th-century novels has returned to the Silver Screen. Infamously difficult to capture as a motion picture (more mystical observers even speak of a curse), Mikhail Bulgakov’s “The Master and Margarita” is back, reinterpreted by American-Russian filmmaker Michael Lockshin. The new movie stars Evgeny Tsyganov and Yulia Snigir in the titular roles and features German actor August Diehl (Gestapo major Dieter Hellstrom in Quentin Tarantino’s “Inglourious Basterds”) as the story’s demonic character Woland. Meduza reviews the controversy surrounding the film’s director and funding, the book’s cinematic history, and Lockshin’s adaptation.

The political controversy

Michael Lockshin’s “The Master and Margarita” averages an impressive 7.9/10 rating with more than 43,000 reviews at KinoPoisk and leads Russia’s box office in its opening week after earning 57.3 million rubles ($640,000) on its first day in theaters, but the director was making enemies before his film ever sold a single ticket. Self-described patriots denounce Lockshin as a Russophobe, a traitor, and a neoliberal besmircher of the intrepid Soviet secret police. They call him a hypocrite, too, in light of the fact that this new adaptation of Bulgakov’s classic was made (in 2021, before the full-scale invasion of Ukraine) with 800 million rubles ($8.9 million) from Russia’s Cinema Foundation, the state’s key funding agency for the domestic film industry. 

Lockshin, who now resides in the United States, declined to answer Meduza’s questions about the backlash in Russia, saying he’s not yet ready to comment on the situation. On Telegram, pro-war channels have circulated screenshots of Facebook posts that are now hidden from non-friends where Lockshin shared independent reporting about the war in Ukraine, wrote that he’s donated to Ukrainian organizations, warned that future generations of Russians will be paying reparations for the “tragedy they brought to Ukraine,” and compared the Putin regime to Nazism in Germany.

State propagandist Tigran Keosayan has advocated criminal charges against Lockshin, while Trofim Tatarenkov, a host on Russia’s state-run Sputnik radio (who admits that he hasn’t even seen Lockshin’s movie), called the filmmaker “scum” and fondly remembered how such “enemies of the people” were shot during the Stalinist era.

Previous adaptations

In May 2016, poet and literary critic Lev Oborin wrote an essay for Meduza answering several “questions you’re too embarrassed to ask” about Bulgakov’s “The Master and Margarita,” including the most shameful of all: Can I just skip the book and watch a movie version instead? The short answer is, yes, you can always skip the book. In fact, unless you’re a student or some other kind of hostage, you can skip the movies, too. But since you asked, there are at least two previous screen adaptations of “The Master and Margarita” worth knowing about.

The better-liked version, at least until now, has been Yuri Kara’s 207-minute film, made in the mid-1990s but not released until August 2011. Meanwhile, in 2005, Vladimir Bortko created a miniseries for Russian television that was criticized for uneven casting and even worse special effects. Unfortunately for Bortko, the 10 episodes drew deeply unfavorable comparisons to his beloved 1988 adaptation of Bulgakov’s “Heart of a Dog.” 

It’s also tempting to contrast Bortko’s miniseries with Kara’s adaptation — particularly how the two portrayed one of the novel’s most visually scandalous scenes: Satan’s Grand Ball. Filmed almost a decade later and made for TV, the sequence in Bortko’s series “looks almost puritanical” compared to Kara’s film, noted Lev Oborin. In raw terms of nudity and violence, this assessment is hard to contest:

So, is Lockshin’s adaptation any good?

Anton Dolin (a prominent Russian film critic who might be best known to casual Internet users as the interviewer who provoked Ridley Scott into saying, “Sir, fuck you. Fuck you. Thank you very much. Fuck you, go fuck yourself.”) liked Lockshin’s adaptation quite a bit. In a review published by Meduza, Dolin writes that the film “manages to retain the sharpness of the original source, which mocks Soviet power, and at the same time offers the viewer an innovative perspective on a classic text.”

Dolin praises Lockshin’s “Hollywood flourishes” and his capacity to juggle the book’s “genre and intonation incompatibility,” which has plagued past interpretations. The new adaptation brings a “circus element” to the story without sacrificing the script’s “rigidity,” says Dolin, while also “condensing the vastness of Bulgakov's novel into a coherent and clear narrative.” (You’ve been warned, formalists.)

Lockshin’s film takes some liberties with Bulgakov’s classic. For example, in the novel, the Master character doesn’t emerge until the middle of the book, leaving the reader to wonder about the title. In the new film, however, the main plotline belongs to the love story between Margarita Nikolaevna (the unhappily married wife of a Soviet functionary) and a writer she calls the Master. According to Lockshin’s script (which he co-wrote with Roman Kantor), the secondary narrative involving Pontius Pilate’s trial of Yeshua Ha-Notsri (Jesus of Nazareth) is a play within the story written by the Master and pulled from production by Soviet censors after its opening performance. (In a feat of authenticity unprecedented in modern Russian cinema, the Jerusalem scenes, which comprise roughly 10 minutes of the film, are performed in Aramaic and Latin.) Meanwhile, all the adventures across Moscow involving Woland and his entourage are presented as figments of the Master’s imagination as he slowly loses his mind under state persecution.

As Lockshin has argued in comments promoting the movie, Dolin says Bulgakov’s novel enjoys heightened relevance in contemporary Russia, and the new film makes menacing villains of NKVD executioners while presenting even more revolting characters in the Soviet elites whose conformity and hypocrisy enabled the Stalinist regime.

Dolin praises the decision to cast August Diehl as Woland, the mysterious foreigner whose visit to Moscow sets the plot rolling in the novel. Diehl’s Woland “is a real find,” Dolin writes. The German actor plays the character as “an infernally sarcastic gentleman in black” who resembles Satan “more than the thoughtful, sad wisemen from various Russian interpretations of the same character.”

A cartoonishly scary foreigner, complete with a spooky German accent, Woland turns out to be the creation of the writer’s wounded mind, his alter ego, writes Dolin. The censorship and persecution the character faces in the film are a “chilling reproduction” of mechanisms that resonate more in Putinist than Stalinist Russia, Dolin argues, highlighting some lines that wink boldly at modern-day realities, including nods to Crimea, oil production, and military parades.

Lockshin’s adaptation also features a fantastical version of Moscow that recalls the visionary designs of artists in the Higher Art and Technical Studios, which flourished in the 1920s before crumbling under Stalinism. In this universe, Moscow completed the Palace of the Soviets, altering the skyline in a delirious finale that depicts the city ablaze. This scene, in particular, has upset several state propagandists.

Dolin notes that Margarita is absent from the story for much of the film, but she reappears in the final act as a heroine on her own narrative arc. In the character’s scenes as a witch and then a queen, Lockshin’s intentions and the meaning of the novel’s title finally become clear, says Dolin: 

It’s not the imagination of the writer that transforms the grim reality but exclusively the emotion that is capable of elevating you to the heavens, of burning cities, and punishing or pardoning with the mere force of thought. In the end, Lockshin’s film is not about Satan, not about Moscow, not about Pilate, and not about totalitarianism, censorship, or creativity, but about love. It alone makes a person invisible and free.

[rurivu]

I will keept them especially for you[part2]

Dieter Hellstrom&Fem!reader

!!!NSFW!!!!

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It was getting late.To say with what impatience you were waiting for Major Dieter Hellstrom is to say nothing.You stood in the kitchen in your best clothes, a faded short knitted pink dress with thin straps and an equally short maroon silk robe with a hanging belt.In fact, even you didn't care about this outfit, because it was intended only to be taken off.And Dieter will take it off you....Oh, you're all on pins and needles.Just the thought that he will come home any minute makes you flow (everyone would like such a family life, huh).

And here it is, the long-awaited creak of the opening doors.You take off and run into the hallway.Hellstrom is standing there, smiling maliciously.Biting your lip, you also smiled and leaned into the aisle, taking a fake sexy pose.The man grinned with such a joke:

- Have you been waiting for me for a long time, honey?- taking off his outer clothes, the German spoke.You're getting closer to him.

- Well, if you start counting from lunch, then somewhere forever.- theatrically you lengthened the word.You are both in a good mood, both in anticipation.He also approached you, now you are easily pressed against each other.

- Well, now I'm all yours...Dieter said deeply, looking you straight in the eye.His arm, like a snake, wraps around your waist.You, in turn, reflexively reach for the opponent's neck. "Aha...", That's all you said before you both bit into each other's lips with animal greed.Even though the major's skin was always cold, his tongue was always hot.Lifting you off the ground, Hellstrom carried you to the bedroom, which was around the corner, not for a second without looking up from the process.

Having reached the destination, he threw you on the bed with your back down, and, forced to break the kiss, you convulsively began to pull off each other's clothes, unable to cope with your attraction.The German coped with the task surprisingly quickly and after a couple of moments you were completely naked in front of him, but you had to tinker with the buttons on his snow-white shirt.Finally throwing Dieter's dirty clothes on the floor, you grabbed him and pulled him to you to kiss him again, casually lingering lips on a man's neck.As you thought, the same heavy fragrance as always, sometimes you wonder how well-groomed this person is.

You've already suffered enough, so, pushing him away, defiantly pressed your groin into his.The hint was understood, and the major did not want to make his lady (and himself) wait even a second longer.At one point, unbuttoning his pants, he immediately entered the full size.Your pussy clenched with pleasure, from which you and the man above you quietly sighed.

He began to move rhythmically, from which you blissfully purred, squeezing the already poor sheet to a creak.Through half-closed eyes, you watched Dieter's body, covered with moles just like his face.His exhausted breathing, soaked in black lust, is absolutely harmoniously combined with your graceful moans full of passion.

A deep push and then the rhythm changes rapidly.From a measured pace to crazy fast wet thrusts.All your insides are convulsing, you feel his cock expanding inside you.Gasping for air, all you do is say his name.

- Dieter, Dieter, Dieter....I... you..- fragments of phrases fly out of your mouth.

"What do you mean, honey?"Hellstrom gasps in mid-sentence.- Tell me, tell me now.I want to hear your voice, whatever you think, come on, I'm waiting!The commanding note in his voice made your heart beat even faster.Soon he will come, and your voice will really help him in this.The major roughly grabbed you by the thigh, from which you made something like a cry and a groan.

- Yes, please, Mr. Sturmbannfuhrer, I love you!Everything in me now wants only you!-despair and belittling with such speeches, especially with your voice, just drives Dieter Hellstrom crazy.- Please, Major, I will die right here if you don't finish..!- a smile appeared on the man's face, but it wasn't so funny to you, because at some point you were sure that it would never end and you would die right here from orgasm.But he didn't finish everything.

"You're just a monster, you're going to drive me to my grave!"- you shouted with even greater despair....

And then, a volcano erupts inside, streams of hot seed fill you from the inside out.You try to catch your breath, whispering along the way how much you love this man.All the juices and insides are mixed into one big mixture, filling you all.Dieter hovers over you, and then lies down on you exhausted and very carefully.You both sigh and exhale exhausted, but you put your heavy hands right on his back.Gradually moving away, Dieter was the first to raise his voice:

- And when you said....how could you formulate that?..

- I don't know, somehow, I said what I think...- you answered.- ... It was like I was out of my mind, so all the nonsense broke out.

You felt him smile at your collarbone.Hugging him a little tighter, you buried yourself in his jet-black hair, which was noticeably disheveled.Damn it, he smelled great too!

- I made dinner...Do you want to eat?you asked timidly.

- I completely forgot.That would be nice.- he answered calmly, holding your hand.

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[bitacoradecine]

[one-boring-person]

Roommates. (Part Two)

Colonel Hans Landa x Female!reader x Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, shower sex, threesome, swearing (?)

A/n: this is entirely historically inaccurate and self-indulgent but oh well. I'm soft for these two.

Masterlist

Tagging: @alan-is-my-ginger-princess

"And where is the lovely (Y/n) today?" Colonel Landa finally asks the question Dieter has been expecting all evening. 

"I don't know. She told me this morning she wanted to meet with friends." He shrugs, tapping his cigarette on the ashtray, keeping his gaze from his superior's, "Today's her birthday."

Landa's eyebrows lift, surprise vaguely registering on his face as he takes this in.

"And? Did you get her anything?." He asks, head tilted.

"Well...I wanted to buy her something, but I didn't know what she'd like. I bought her cake after work, but I'm worried it's not enough." Dieter blushes a little, unsure of why he's confessing this to Landa, unused to showing any such weakness to the man, especially since he'll likely regret it later. 

Unsurprisingly, Hans scoffs, looking comically disappointed.

"Dieter, that's nowhere near enough! She's your girlfriend!" The colonel recollects himself, "Or did my aid not help you?" 

Dieter's face reddens further, the major looking away in embarrassment. 

Truthfully, Landa's "help" had indeed made his relationship with (Y/n) more intimate. Since their time together on the sofa, he and his roommate had had sex multiple times, each with increasing levels of satisfaction and pleasure. Each time also came with a certain longing on his part, however. He wishes he could take things further with her, but finds he has no idea whether or not she reciprocates the feeling, and so no real steps had been made to appease that yearning inside him. 

Clearly, Landa can see that on his face. 

"Ach, Dieter!" He exclaims, barely holding back a grin of exasperation, finding his subordinate highly amusing. 

Just as he goes to carry on, however, he hears the front door open. 

*

I call out briefly to Dieter as I walk into the apartment, throwing my bag by the door along with my coat, heading straight for my bedroom, feeling the need to shower, and soon. 

The major responds, followed by another, very familiar voice that sends shivers down my spine as I hear it. 

Landa.

Freezing in place, I turn towards the door of the lounge and briefly battle internally with myself. Cursing, I go to the door, putting on a false smile as I stand on the threshold, looking in at them.

"Good evening, Dieter. Colonel Landa." I nod at the SS officers, greeting them politely even as flashes of memory from our last time together rush into my head. 

"Good evening, Fräulein. Happy birthday!" Landa smirks, having clearly noticed my slight distraction. 

Blushing, I smile and look down, glancing at Dieter.

"Thank you, sir." I shift on my feet, "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to freshen up."

Both nod, the smile on Landa's face seemingly widening as I thank them and leave, going to my room.

Trying not to think much of it, I strip off my clothes and take a towel from my wardrobe, wrapping it around myself before heading back out into the hall, going to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I let the towel drop and I step into the shower, turning on the feeble stream of water.

Sighing as the gradually warming droplets slide over my skin, I close my eyes, easily falling into my thoughts, tuning out everything around me. 

I was supposed to meet with friends for a drink today, spend some time with people for my birthday. Instead, I'd found out that they'd all forgotten about our plans, and my birthday full stop, and so had left me alone. Too upset and embarrassed to go home so early, I'd ended up walking loops around the city until it got too cold to stay out, at which point I'd finally come home. Irritation and and a feeling of upset plague me now as they have done all day, the warning water only abating these very slowly. 

As I start to sink deeper into my thoughts, I suddenly feel a pair of hands slide down my body, coming to rest at my hips. A familiar chuckle follows, the cool rush of air brushing my face as the intruder speaks.

"Fräulein, you have a wonderful body." Hans Landa purrs into my ear, brushing his nose along the side of my neck, my eyes flying open now even as a second pair of hands join the first, resting above them. 

Confused, I open my eyes and find myself staring at Dieter, whose eyes are dark with lust, lips pulled into a small smirk. Behind me, I can feel Landa lean in again, his tongue flicking out to catch a droplet of water as it beads on my skin, following the trail up to my jaw. Dieter watches, before leaning in to ghost his lips over mine, pulling me towards him. 

Sighing at the beginnings of pleasure, I relax into the touches that begin to stroke over my body, all four hands starting to slide over me, feeling every inch of my skin they possibly can. Both men are entirely naked, their cocks gradually hardening at the sound of my breathy gasps, my palms coming up to rest against Dieter's chest, pressing flat against the taut expanse of skin. Lips press against my shoulders and neck, Hans licking and biting gently at me, letting out soft sounds as he lavishes my wet skin with his tongue and mouth. Dieter kisses me, his lips soft against mine, gently taking control as he tilts my head towards him, one of his hands reaching up to grasp one of my breasts. A throaty moan escapes me at this, my back arching, accidentally pushing my ass back into Hans.

At the feeling of my ass rubbing over his hardening cock, Landa groans and pushes forwards, pressing himself against me, and in turn me against Dieter, who is pinned to the wall by the combined weight. Moaning into the kiss at the feeling of their naked bodies pressed against mine, I relish the slide of skin over skin as the space between us is diminished, pleasure rising in me as Dieter's cock slips between my folds, nudging my clit even as Hans presses between my ass cheeks. 

A hand suddenly appears at my core, long fingers sliding through my folds, pressing into my clit. Moaning loudly, I let my head fall back onto Landa's shoulder as the fingers move further and press into my entrance, teasing me. Both men attack my throat, licking and sucking at the exposed skin, wet hair brushing over my neck as they lean over me, adding to the pleasure building between my legs as the fingers start to rub over me enthusiastically. 

As the fingers slide inside me, my breath hitches and I move my hands to Dieter's hair, pulling on it. The major lets out a guttural growl and pushes forwards, shoving the three of us into the opposite wall, pinning me to it as he starts to kiss me in earnest, tongue working its way into my mouth. Exploring everything it can reach, the slick muscle wraps around mine, the man kissing me swallowing every sound that escapes me, the fingers inside me thrusting far faster now. Both men grind their cocks into me, groaning out. Hans' grip on me is tight, his hands now moving up to palm at my breasts, tweaking my nipples I time with the thrust of the fingers, which I now recognise as his. Dieter's grip on me is also tight, but he seems to be reaching around me to grope at Landa now as well, drawing a grunt from the colonel, who bucks into the touch. 

Pulling back, the two look over my shoulder at each other, before Dieter turns his gaze to me, smirking as he lowers his hand to his cock. The fingers inside me pull out, leaving me with no time to be disappointed as his thick, veined cock replaces them, penetrating me deeply, hitting the spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Tilting my head back, I can only moan as Hans' cock slides in slowly beside the first, stretching me out painfully. 

Thankfully, he retains the slower pace he had used the first time, continuing on until he's fully seated beside Dieter, slightly longer but with a little less girth, though the delicious stretch does not show this at all. Aroused and ready for more, I rock my hips down on them, crying out as the two men suddenly thrust hard out and into me, slamming themselves into me. 

After the first hard thrust, however, they revert to a powerful but slow pace, lips pressed to my shoulders, tonguing lazily at my skin as they fuck into me. The two whisper praises, telling me how well I'm taking them and how good I feel stretched around them, my body feeling so full I could burst. Pleasure builds swiftly, my slick dripping down my legs even as I feel the first trails of precum within me, the thrusts now getting erratic as we meet our ends. 

I climax first, tightening like a vice around them, practically screaming as the pleasure envelopes me entirely, blinding me in its white-hot ferocity. Consumed by euphoria, I collapse against Hans and Dieter, who groan as they pull out, jerking themselves off against me until they both cum, painting me in thick white ropes of the stuff even as water courses down our bodies. 

Breathing heavily, we remain in each other's hold for a time, basking in the bliss of our combined orgasms. Eventually, we move, or rather they move me as I go limp, too exhausted to do anything as they clean me up, hands soft as they rub over my body. 

In no time, we're all showered and clean again. 

Climbing out, Dieter picks me up, holding me against his chest, Hans having wrapped a towel around me and patted me dry, smiling and murmuring sweet nothings the whole time. Dieter gazes down at me, smiling softly, his wet hair hanging in his face, disheveled and beautiful, just as Landa's is as he looks at me. 

As they carry me to my bedroom, having dried themselves, I feel a sense of loss growing in me. It only grows as they place me down on my bed. 

"Stay...please stay…" I murmur, looking up at the two officers hopefully but tiredly, lying bonelessly on the bed, trying to plead with my eyes.

Surprisingly, they both smile. 

"As you wish." Hans says, nodding at Dieter as they climb into the bed with me, the former on my right, the latter on my left. 

Smiling happily, I curl into Dieter's body, glad when I feel Hans press against my back, his arm looped over my waist, their combined warmth seeping into me. As Dieter pulls up the covers, I feel him press a soft kiss to my forehead. Landa starts to him softly, a gentle lullaby that quickly lulls me to sleep.

[claratompson]

Headcanon Major Dieter Hellstrom 3

The honeymoon. At 11: 00, you and Dieter were already on the train to Stuttgart.

Since he didn't have many opportunities to make your honeymoon last longer, you decided to spend at least a week together after the wedding. Through the train window, you looked out at green landscapes that sometimes gave way to wheat fields. It was very beautiful. Now, your husband was sitting next to you, reading a book and holding your hand, occasionally kissing it.

You were still recovering from the wedding. It all happened so fast. You were married now.

You tried to mentally adjust to this status.

It was a 10-hour drive to Stuttgart, so you had to keep yourself busy.

Dieter pulled a pack of cards from the pocket of his leather raincoat and sat down across from you, explaining the rules of the game.

"So, Frau Hellstrom, listen carefully. Before we start playing, one of the cards is placed on the deck perpendicular to the picture up, the suit of this card is trump. The player who has the smallest numbered trump card in his hand starts the attack. The defender must respond with a higher numbered card of the same suit, or with a trump card that we receive before the game starts. Understand, meine Liebe?"

"Yes, my general," you replied playfully.

Dieter smiled and continued to explain, " If you can't fight back, you take all the cards off the table, and you also lose the right to attack in the next round. The first player left with no cards wins, provided that there are no cards left in the deck.

"What are we playing for, Ger Hellstrom? What will the winner get, and what should the loser do?" you asked with interest.

"Very good question, meine Frau. Since I haven't given you a wedding present yet, it's fair to gamble on it. So if you win, you'll get a gift, and if you lose, you'll fulfill my every wish, " the major concluded slyly.

"And what do I get if I win?" Dieter asked.

"It's a secret, Major. You'll have to win to find out. you replied coquettishly.

"You are intriguing, Fraulein Francis. Who did you learn that from?" he asked, grinning.

"I'm a frau now, don't forget yourself, Major."

"Frau to the others, and Fraulein to me," Dieter said before kissing you.

You kissed him back, and a second later you pulled away, sitting back in your seat.

Dieter shuffled the cards, placed the trump card under the deck of cards, and dealt the card to you and himself.

The first two rounds were more like training sessions for you, so their results didn't count.

The next games were already decisive. You were already in the game, and you could tell you were getting used to it. It was a lot of fun to watch the look on your husband's face when he had nothing to beat off the cards with and had to take all the cards for himself. In the end, Dieter lost. Moreover, he had lost as many as three times.

You clapped your hands happily: "I won. Tell me honestly, did you give in to me?"

"I always play fair at cards, so. Since you won, then this is for you.. " he said, pulling out a small brown box from his bag.

Dieter sat down next to you and gave you the box: "This is for you, meine Liebe. I hope you like it. "

You took the box from his hand and opened it to see gold drop earrings with a white stone inside: "They're amazing, Dieter. Probably awfully expensive… You shouldn't have."

The man interrupted, "No, I should have. Frances, it's time to get used to the idea that you are doomed to endure my love for you all your life. And all my gifts are just a small way to express it."

You smiled sheepishly and said, "Thank you, they're great. "

Dieter: "Do you want to try them on?"

You happily nodded your head in agreement and, putting the box on the table, took out a small mirror, and began to put on the earrings.

"They are really wonderful Dieter, thank you dear." - you answered, admiring them in the mirror.

After that, you went up to your spouse, hugging him by the neck, looking at him guiltily, saying: 

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a wedding present for you."

Dieter smiled gently and stroked your cheek, saying: "It doesn't matter, Meine Liebe."

You said, " No, it does. No wedding night, no wedding present."

Dieter: "There is no better gift for me than knowing that you are happy and love me, Frances. "

You smiled and hugged him tightly, whispering, "I love you."

Your husband pulled back to cup your face and kiss you gently on the lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck in response, returning the kiss. You were young, in love, and married. 

You were so carried away that only after 2 minutes of unrestrained knocking on the door of your compartment, you were distracted from a kiss. 

The major said with undisguised exasperation: "Was ist schon wieder los? Herein! ("What's up again? Enter!")

The door opened and a tall, blond German soldier entered: "Stubmannführer Hellstrom, es tut mir leid, dass Sie sich Sorgen gemacht haben, aber Sie werden von Standartführer Stanferdt zum Telefon gebeten." (Stumbannfuhrer Hellstrom, sorry to bother you, but Standartfuhrer Stanferdt wants you on the phone.")

Dieter: "Kann das nicht warten? Ich bin beschäftigt. " ("It can't wait? I'm busy.")

The soldier replied: "Das ist dringend ein Stammmannführer. Er kann nicht warten." ("This is urgent Stumbannfuhrer. He can't wait")

The Major swore irritably,"Der Fluch!" ("Damn!")

You patted his shoulders and said: "Go on your way. I'll wait."

Dieter softened under your touch and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Liebste, this is an urgent call."

""Don't apologize, love, go. In the meantime, I'll take a walk on the train, find a compartment restaurant where we can have lunch when you're free." - you suggested it.

He kissed you on the cheek and finally said: "I'll be joining you soon, my love."

After Dieter left the compartment, you picked up your clutch and left the compartment, walking slowly ahead of the train. When you got to the dining car, you took a seat, and then the waiter came up to you, asking: "Hello Fraulein, are you alone or is there someone to join you?"

You were about to say that your husband would join you, but you were interrupted:

"Yes, I am. "

A German sergeant, tall with dark hair and a mustache, who smelled a little of alcohol, but remained cool and sober, when he addressed you:" Good afternoon, Fraulein. Let me introduce myself, Oberfeldwebel Hartmann. "

You didn't even have time to say a word or move when he sat down next to you, and then turned to the waiter, saying:"Bring me and Fraulein wine."

The young man nodded his head in agreement and went to get some wine.

Petty Officer Hartmann looked at you with a dirty look: "Why is such a beautiful Fraulein traveling alone?"

Your heart sank in fear, but you answered: "I'm not alone at all, but with my husband."

But your status didn't seem to frighten him too much: "And where is he?"

"He'll be joining me very soon," you said with undisguised excitement in your voice.

The Oberfeldwebel put his hand on your knee, which made you flinch and slap him across the cheek.

He glared at you: "You whore! How dare you?"

"Oberfeldwebel Hartmann, what are you doing?" your husband's voice was cold and angry.

The frightened sergeant immediately stood up in front of your husband: "Stumbannfuhrer Hellstrom, I …"

You immediately got up from the table and hid behind your husband. You've never seen Dieter so angry, even when he was a little scared.

"How dare you molest my wife? Ein abscheulicher Bastard! Du wagst es immer noch, sie eine Hure zu nennen!" ("Filthy bastard! Still dared to call my wife a whore!) - Dieter swore, almost shouting, literally raging with anger.

The sergeant was already blue with fear: "Stumbannfuhrer Hel.."

Dieter: "Schweigen! (Be silent!). You Hartmann don't seem to have been taught good manners for a long time, but a bullet from my Walter will remind you of how to behave."

You went up to him, putting your arm around his shoulder and whispering in his ear: "Don't, my love, please."

"My dear, this impudent pig believes that he has the right to behave as he wants and be unpunished. I have to teach him a lesson for how he dared to offend you. " he said, holding back his anger.

"Please, Meine Liebe, don't waste bullets on this poor man."you said, squeezing his hand.

Dieter softened his gaze as he looked at you, then said to the Oberfeldwebel, " You're lucky that my wife has a good heart, Hartmann. Make your apologies, and then get out of my sight. If I see such behavior on your part again, I will personally shoot you."

Hartmann bowed in front of you with undisguised fear in his voice: "I'm sorry, Frau Hellstrom."

You didn't even look at him. When the sergeant was gone, Dieter turned to you and put his arm around your shoulders and said, " Meine Liebe, do you still want to stay here?"

"No, let's go back to the compartment." you said softly.

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When you returned to your compartment, you hugged your husband tightly: "I'm sorry, I should have stayed here and waited for you."

"What are you talking about? You have nothing to apologize for, my love. This pathetic sergeant dared to disturb the peace and insult my wife. And if you hadn't stopped me, I would have shot him. No one has the right to insult my wife, do you hear me?" - stroking your back, he said softly.

"Yes, dear." You answered in agreement.

Dieter kissed you on the forehead and said: "I'll give the order the lunch served in the compartment, okay?"

You nodded in agreement, and kissed him on the mouth before letting go.

[thatluckystrudel]

Hellstrom’s dating tips —>

[echoe-l]

[hungry-hobbits]

bar scene 2

[kimhargreeves]

Love and Denial-Dieter Hellstrom x Reader (Inglorious Basterds)

Summary: You and Dieter are both SS officers, moving to France you both have no choice but to become roommates. His hatred towards you isn't anything new, but a few words from Hans Landa makes him realize that he really likes you, he plans to show this feelings to you soon enough.

(Never expected to write about Dieter from Inglorious Basterds since he wasn't one of my favorite, but now I need more of him. I will be writing a lot on these characters. Also this was inspired by a one shot I read.)

"Under no circumstances do I want to see you interrupt me and Colonel Hans Landa meeting." 

Was the first and last warning i was given by my friend, or should I say colleague Dieter Hellstrom. One of the top parties of the Nazi I've had the misfortune to meet. I kept a frown on my face last night when he warned me of today's meeting at our current home.

For the time being we were in France. We would be staying here for a while so instead of paying a fortune, though some didn't mind, we decided to split the money in half. Making things a lot more easier for us.

Though it was neither of our idea at first. Hans Landa was ecstatic when found out about this, he was the one who sort of forced Dieter and I to live together

Both go us never got along and the only time I would get free time from him would be at night. Now it's been a living nightmare having to see him at work and at night too.

"Whatever you ask Major." I teased and left off to my room that night.

Now it was the next day and the dark haired man was probably inside having something to drink with his fellow superior. He had his men with him here in France and so did I. 

It was greatly uncommon to see a woman ordering about the Nazi party but I was one of the few, well respected. But, Dieter didn't take my work seriously. We began out training many years ago and since day one he's been the same.

Deceitful, clever, sarcastic and knows how to charm people with his facade. Oh, how I wanted to just punch his face sometimes.

If someone were to wonder what a true German would look like, then Dieter would be the perfect example. He's cunning, prideful of his work and his country a lot. The Fuehrer would be proud of him. I on the other hand had a different mindset than Dieter, though if he were to known and there's no telling what the Germans would do to me.

I simply did what I had to do to keep living and I will continue to do so.

The moment I started working for the Germans I was taught everything to survive, but one of the many works I did that made me rank up to the top was of a spy. Only very few new of my work and how I would do anything to get information from the enemy.

Dieter was no exception. Though I know of his hatred towards me I will say I've seen slight concern on his half, though most of them would be just insults and how I'll get myself killed. That happened once when I arrived all bloody with a few cuts

Deciding to avoid his warning from yesterday I began to head back home. There was nothing interesting at all going on and I wasn't planning to go back to work today on my free day. I was wearing regular clothes feeling too hot to be wearing the uniform today.

I peeked my head out when I entered my small home and saw Hans having a drink with Dieter smoking a cigarette, both men sharing a conversation. I quietly stated to move forward being careful with not making a sound of for either of them to see me come in.

"(Y/N)!" I nearly tripped onto an expensive vase when I heard my name being exclaimed from Hans mouth. The Colonel smirked when he noticed me presence.

Dieter on the other hand shot me an irritated look, knowing well of the task he had with me before bed. I grew nervous and remained still not wanting to say anything that would offend either men. Though my presence was offensive enough for the other one.

Both officer's eyes landed on me again again Hans whispered something to himself. "Dieter, I thought you told me this wonderful lady was asleep and feeling unwell."

Dieter fought the urge to roll his eyes he just confirmed to smoke his cigarette. "I simply told her to go and take a walk." He said not looking at me.

This made the Colonel scoff and look at the younger man. "Und diese Dame allein lassen? Es ist unhöflich, deine Freundin allein zu lassen." ( And leave this lady on her own? It's rude to leave your girlfriend on her own.)

This made Dieter cough up the smoke and it made me want to run away. I glanced over to see Dieter and found him also glancing back at me, both out faces got flustered.

"There's no way I'm into her!"

"There's no way I'm into him!"

Both of us shouted and looked away from one another. We both heard Colonel Landa laugh. "You both are like s bunch of teenagers, or, should I say an old married couple who keeps on fighting over the slightest of things."

Hans said in his thick English accent. I noticed a look of disgust on Dieter's face when Hans spoke those words. 

"If you're not quick a lucky man will take her. Her cooking is excellent that even our Fuehrer would be proud."

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." I smiled and blushed at the compliment. Dieter simply looked back at me and scoffed before looking forward again.

"My dear. Since we are all free today, would you mind accompanying us." 

I definitely didn't expect the Colonel to be asking us out. What is it that he is planning? It would be rude to disobey him, though if I agree my roommate will only grow more irritated at me. "i would love to, sir." I smile once again.

Colonel Landa clapped his hands together, "Excellent!"

I excuse myself and rushed over to my room to get dressed into something better. A bit of dirt had landed on my dress so why started looking for another one, a lot more decent looking and prettier than the rest.

I peeked my head out once again and now saw both men on their feet waiting by the door. "Sie ist nichts als eine Mitbewohnerin, eine einfache Möglichkeit, das Abendessen zu erhalten und weniger für diesen Ort zu bezahlen."

(She is nothing but a roommate, an easy way to receive dinner and pay less for this place.) I heard Dieter tell Colonel Landa.

This made the older man scoff and pat his shoulder. "Männer sagen das immer. Als nächstes wissen Sie, dass Sie verheiratet sind und Kinder haben." (Men always say that. Next thing you know you're married and with children.)

I pressed my ear closer and saw Dieter almost glaring at Hans for even teasing him with this conversation.

"Tell me. A talk from man to man. What do you want in a woman? Are you interested in forming a life either here in France or Germany."

It was unusual to hear Hans having these types of conversations. I might say that he sometimes acted like an older brother to Dieter Hellstrom. I rested my head on the wall next to me and stared at Dieter.

His cold hard stare sometimes does things to me. His perfect posture and the way his uniform looks so well and fitted on him-

"Well, my ideal woman would have to be headstrong, fearless, not afraid to speak her mind-" 

Dieter immediately stopped when he saw the face Hans was giving him. "You just gave a brief description of Mrs (Y/N).

"I don't have feelings for her." He muttered and looked away from Hans. 

I remember back then when we started training. He was having joy from fighting me, both of us panting and trying to attack or block them. I ended up on the ground with him gripping my hair and a boot which landed on my chest. Immediately after that I kicked him, held him down on the ground and accidentally landed s punch on his nose.

"I know that look you gave to her ever since she landed that punch, Hellstrom." Landa spoke again.

That's enough. Like he would ever return those feelings back, he's too prideful of himself and would out his country first.

Slowly I walked out and both of them turned to look back at them. I small blush landed on my cheeks when I noticed Dieter looking at me, even if what Hans said isn't true. At least Dieter's look on me will satisfy me.

"Schön wie immer, meine Liebe. Ausgezeichnete Wahl in der Kleidung." (Beautiful as always, My love. Excellent choice in clothing. Hans proudly said.

"Tell me, (Y/N). Are you a virgin?" His eyes seemed to darken. He wished to know the truth.

I felt my palms sweating up a bit. Even Dieter didn't expect the question since he seemed nervous as well. "Colonel-"

Landa simply gave a warning look to Dieter. "In your profession of work I wouldn't be surprised if a man-"

"I am." I quickly replied. I felt extremely embarrassed and felt my entire face turn red, many men thought the opposite. "Never once have I been intimate with a man."

Colonel Landa simply smirked and patted Dieter's back making him jump a bit. "Alright then. I'll be meeting you both soon. Dieter, you know where to go." Dieter nodded his head and saluted at Hans when he left.

As soon as Hans left Dieter glanced back and motioned for me to follow him outside. A car was awaiting for us. "Where are we going?" I asked before entering.

Dieter rolled his eyes as he adjusted his uniform and coat to look down at me with a smirk. "Do you think I'm going to tell you?"

"I'll make you tell me." I crossed my arms over my chest and teased him. His eyes seemed to darken. Instead he gripped both my shoulders tight and forced me to get into the car.

I huffed annoyed and felt him sit next to me when he closed the car and the engine started. The driver simply remained silent not daring to speak unless he was told to.

I pouted my lips and stared outside the window to my left and slowly looked back at Dieter. This action had made many men fall to my feet, maybe it'll work.

Even if he might push me aside if even punch me. I have to know if it'll work.

"Come on why don't you tell me?" I whispered and leaned closer to him and rested my hand on his leg. Dieter simply gave me a dark look and grabbed my wrist.

So it I'm didn't work. Dieter sighed to himself and boredly looked out of the window after relaxing hid grip on me.

"Frederick Zoller is infatuated with a woman. We are simply doing as Colonel Landa and his said. We'll be over with this in no time."

I tilted my head confused on what they may want. But I quickly smiled to myself and continued looking out the window until the car finally made it to a stop outside a movie theater.

[rurivu]

I will keept them especially for you

Dieter Hellstrom&Fem!reader

!!!!NSFW!!!!!

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It was lunchtime, you were sitting at home as usual.Lying on the bed with your stomach down, you were reading a book when suddenly someone opens the door.It's strange, you didn't wait for anyone until the evening.

- Hi, honey.Dieter said, not having had time to take off his shoes in the hallway.

You looked up from reading just for a couple of moments to say hello.

- Hi, Dieter!- your voice was ringing and joyful- I wasn't expecting you so early.

- I didn't stay long, I wanted to drop by and see you.- with his usual gallantry, he said coming around the corner.He was all in black, and once again you catch yourself thinking how hot he is in this.Approaching, Dieter took you by the cheek and gave you a quick kiss, so that you both broke into a smile.

- What are you doing?- saying, lying next to you, hugging with one hand over your back.

- Yes, I'm reading your book, "The Song of the Nebelungs"

- Mmm, and have I read a lot?- covering your bare shoulder with kisses, the captain said.Smiling slightly, you continued:

- Not that much, it's a very heavy syllable, I don't understand how you read it at all!- You felt the German, who had already reached your neck, giggle into it.- Now I'm at the moment "About how Siegfried first saw Kriemhild" - you said with pathos at the end.

- Will you read aloud to me, my girl?- Dieter murmured a little lazily and blissfully in your ear.You smiled.

"Of course, Captain.- You turned your head so that your faces were as close as possible.His cold lips touched yours, kissing you passionately.

Breaking away, the man closed his eyes and leaned his head on your shoulder.

- "Young Giselher and Gernot with their retinue

adequately received newcomers and friends.

They found a friendly word for all of them.

Every guest was greeted with honor and courtesy...."-you read.Meanwhile, Dieter, as if by chance, ran his palm over your back, sometimes stopping and drawing fancy circles with his fingers.Even through the silk robe you were wearing, every touch felt good, but you didn't pay much attention, but continued:

-"Those who could not get out of bed because of injuries,

They forgot that they had a short time left to live.

No one thought about the sick and the ailing anymore:

There was only one thing on the mind of the townspeople of leisure —...."

Hellstrom slowly rose up and carefully sat down near your naked legs.Without taking his eyes off them, he walked over them with extreme care, treating them as if they were saints.

Then he deftly settled in the back, so that your legs would be under him.

- "The owner was reasonable: he noticed long ago,

That the Dutch knight is in love with his sister,

Although I have never seen Zifgrid before .,

That she outshone all the girls with her beauty...."-your equanimity has not exhausted itself yet, but honestly it was on the verge

-...Maybe Siegfried?- unexpectedly, Dieter said in a serious tone.

- Oh, oh, right, sorry....- you stammered dumbfounded, red now also with shame, but still tried to keep your tone.

-"The undaunted Ortwin gave the king advice:

"So that your holiday is a success and everything is as it should be,

Tell them to come here immediately---!!!" - at the last word, your voice suddenly turned into an uncontrollable moan.The man's fingers touched your labia.

- Come on, honey, read on...The captain said softly and with a kind of animal mockery.Taking a breath with your mouth, you obeyed the order.

Now the lines were read much more slowly, sometimes interrupted by heavy breathing.Dieter listened attentively and, moreover, he was all carried away by "you".His fingers traced every curve, up and down, accelerating each time, making you wet.It was literally maddening, how can you read in such a state?!

But suddenly Hellstrom pulled away.Your pussy was hungry for something else, so you reflexively moved backwards.The belt rattled...

And the next second, it feels like the fiery head of a member of the Sturmbannfuhrer rests against your holy of holies.He didn't keep you waiting long and stuck the unit completely.

- D-Dieter!- you gasped out.He immediately wrapped his free hand around your hair and pulled you to him.

- Don't stop, my dear, I want to hear your voice!Dieter muttered, trying his best to stifle a long-awaited groan.

-....."The ladies from the hiding places and storerooms came up...- you barely spoke inaudibly.The captain's hand let go of your hair and loosely ran along your back, stopping at the hip area and gripped tightly.

-... "A lot of magnificent dresses, expensive hats,"...

He slowly began to move inside you, closing his eyes, every time he entered, he squeezed the bare buttocks a little harder, and when he left, he let go to enjoy the red trace of his hands on your skin.

-"Wrists, earrings, rings were all worn out —"...

The pleasant pressure from outside made you lose your mind.Everything throbbed, wanted more and more.The man accelerated.

- "Let the visiting knights marvel at their beauty." ...

That was the last thing you could read.You could no longer see the text, and only sounds remained of meaningful speech.Terribly pornographic, full of pleasure sounds.The captain growled through his teeth, invading you more and more often.You were breathing heavily into the blanket, and now you already feel the climax....

But Dieter forcefully, reluctantly, pulls out his penis.That was really unexpected.At first you didn't understand, but when you saw him putting on his pants and heading for the exit, you jumped out of bed.

- No, no, no, where are you going?I want you, honey, are you really going to leave now?!- you spoke in an offended childish tone, throwing yourself into the arms of a German.

- I want you too, I want you more than ever, dear, but I have to go.- he answered you with regret in his voice.

-...But you're coming.You'll still have the strength for me, won't you?- you looked at him with a pleading look. The Sturmbannfuhrer smiled:

- I will keep them especially for you.

A smile lit up your sweetest face and, putting on his cap, Dieter, kissing you on the forehead goodbye, went out the door....

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[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Signs of the Times (DonnyxReader)

Requested by @baldwin-iv

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Note: Dialogue that is italicized means the characters are speaking in French or German 

It had been a rather long mission. You, Donny, Wicki, and Hugo had been assigned to it on your own. Given the OSS' projections, no one should have survived that mission. But also given the skills needed to do it, and the objectives, the four of you were basically what Aldo called 'an all-star team.' You had all made it without so much as a scratch on yourselves...though all the nazis that got in your way couldn’t say the same thing.

After two months, the four of you were sitting in a French cafe one afternoon as a reward, just before heading back to the others.

To avoid raising suspicions from possible informants or traitors laying around, you spoke in German with Wicki and Hugo.... If it was absolutely necessary, you'd whisper to Donny in English.... And he'd write his answer on a napkin because that man could not whisper to save his life. After all, you could take the basterd out of Boston, but you couldn't take the Boston out of the basterd.

Someone else walked into the cafe.

Someone drawn to the comfort of his language...

A Gestapo major: Dieter Hellstrom.

He heard the boys and assumed they were German soldiers that were off duty.  Then he heard you speaking to a waiter in perfect French. Dieter assumed you were a French collaborator. Most likely giving the supposed soldiers some Intel....but of course soldiers spotting some civilian as attractive as you could just be making some small talk.

They were soldiers after all...

And so was he.

He sat between Hugo and Wicki, across from you and Donny. "Entschuldigen Sie mich. Sicherlich verschwendet jemand, der so umwerfend ist wie Sie, keine Zeit mit diesen Fahnen!"

'Excuse me. Surely someone as stunning as yourself isn't wasting time with these ensigns!'

Dieter laughed at his joke and patted Hugo and Wicki on the back. Hugo scowled and Wicki forced a grin.

You gave a false, welcoming nod and smile, noting the insignia on his uniform. "This is Private Becker and Sergeant Vogel..." It would've made no sense to make Donny a German soldier... He couldn't speak German and it would blow your cover. So...you panicked.

You gestured to Donny, "Mein bruder..."

Donny forced a grin. An inherently murderous scowl as you explained, "He does not speak German. He's worse than I am..." He noted the French accent as you spoke in German, and nodded.

Dieter shrugged, "ça va, je parle français."

Dieter could, unfortunately, speak French...

You lied again.

"He's...he's mute!"

Dieter raised his chin a little and looked Donny over with a squint. He frowned a bit, then nodded and shook Donny's hand.

Donny made certain his iron grip hurt Dieter.

Dieter chuckled nervously as he pulled his hand away.

You shook his hand next, "Major."

He smiled a little still not letting go of your hand "How rude of me. My name is Dieter. And yours?"

He kissed your hand as you gave him your name.

At that moment, Donny would break Dieter if he could. If only looks could kill...

Meanwhile... Dieter was completely enthralled by you. He winked back at Hugo and Wicki as he chuckled, and spoke to them "You win some you lose some, boys."

It was his way of ordering them to move to another table and back off.

As of that moment, in Dieter's mind, you were his.

You gave a reassuring glance to Wicki and Hugo. Wicki cleared his throat and stood up, saluting Dieter. He glanced back at Donny with a look that screamed "don't blow this for us."

Hugo simply smirked a little seeing the boiling blood and flaming jealousy in Donny's eyes.

Dieter looked back at you once he was satisified by the distance they'd gone.

"I'd apologize to your brother if I seem too forward, Y/n... But I don't think he'd understand me, would he?" Dieter laughed a little.

You clearly weren't amused, but at that moment Dieter was blinded by his lust.

Still, you chuckled a little. Not because you liked Dieter but because you knew Donny. And you knew damn well this would not end well for that nazi.

Dieter rambled on, stumbling over lines and flirts until he was practically out of breath and burning red. "I apologize if I seemed insensitive it's just been a while since anyone so charming....has well..."

You stopped paying attention as Dieter droned on.

Meanwhile...Donny was clenching his fists. His right fist was wrapped around a knife under the table. His left fist restsed on the table, his knuckles turning white. His leg was shaking as he tried to control his rage.

He didn't understand a word Dieter was saying, but he knew he was saying things a man shouldn’t say to another man's love. Ever. In any language. Rules were rules under every flag and alliance.  

Just as Donny was about to snap, Dieter caught sight of the time.

"I must be going... Meet me here tomorrow night, at seven? They have some good strudel here."

You smiled "Ja."

Dieter nodded and quickly built up the courage to lean over the table. He planted a slobbery mess of a kiss on your cheek. You scrunched up your nose. You knew he said it'd been a while, but judging from that disaster of a peck, it must have been ages. Donny's eyes were those of a madman, wild with jealousy.

The moment Dieter stepped out the door everyone took a breath of relief.

"Ugh..." You wiped some of Dieter's messy kiss away from your cheek with your sleeve. Donny was eerily silent...

You smirked at him, "If it's any consolation to you, he's a terrible kisser."

Donny grunted as he slammed the knife into table, driving the blade halfway through.

"Hey..." Your voice was soothing to him as you rested your hand against Donny's cheeks.

He started ranting and muttering vulgarities under his breath.

You sighed. You were the only basterd that was not be scared of Donny when he got like that. Everyone else was good at hiding it at that point...but at that Hugo and Wicki were petrified, and kept their distance.

"Hey. Look at me, Donny."

"What." he growled as he finally turned to you, eyes piercing deep into yours, practically huffing like a wolf.

You looked right back into his dark eyes until the smoke seemed to fade.

He took a breath...he lowered his eyes in shame. "I'm sorry...."

You smiled softly and eased his raging heart. "He'll be back tomorrow night. You and the boys wait outside."

He immediately sunk back into his jealousy. "What and watch that fucken kraut kiss you? Yeah. Ok." He scoffed and crossed his arms.

You rolled your eyes. "Ok. And you get a scalp." You patted him on the chest. And he uncrossed his arms and smirked a little.

"Deal, baby?" Feeling your hands resting against his face made him calm down.

His heart melted when you gave him a kiss.

His breathing slowed.

He unclenched his fists.

He even smiled a little.

The next night, Donny hid in some trees, and basically had to watch you go on a date with someone else. A nazi, no less.

He almost went on a rampage when Dieter leaned in to kiss you.

But...you put your finger against Dieter’s lips.

"Lets get out of here."

Dieter's mouth dropped as he fumbled to gather his things.

He practically ran outside with you, pulling you by the hand.

And ran into Donny.

"Oh...your brother... Damn."

Donny looked to you, his eyes more expressive than any word could ever be as he signed to you and Dieter.

As a matter of fact, Donny really did know ASL. One of his childhood friends was deaf. In fact, that kid was still one of closest friends, but that was a story for another day...

It wasn't French sign language but it would do. Dieter couldn't tell the difference.

Besides... Donny was signing profanities directed at Dieter and no one knew...

No one but you.

You nodded with a sigh and rolled your eyes.

Dieter looked to you, annoyed and practically whining about the sudden appearance of your 'brother,' "What did he say?"

"He'll walk me home from here."

Dieter muttered under his breath but had to admit "Well... he's doing what any older brother would do, isn't he..."

You smiled a little, holding Dieter's decorated lapel, "Can't blame him can you, major? Me and a handsome soldier like you..."

Donny's eyes and signing intensified...

Donny pulled you away from him and Dieter asked "May I come along?"

You and Donny looked to each other and smirked. You clued him in, "That's the plan."

Dieter smiled and blindly followed into the forest that you somehow convinced him was a short cut. Dieter had his arm around you, as you both followed Donny into the woods.

"Bit dark here... If your brother wasn't butting in, I think you and I could-" his hand started slipping from around your shoulders, down your back.

Donny swung around, grabbed Dieter by the collar, and tore him away from you.

Donny understood enough.

"Lets get one thing straight, pal." Donny was dangling Dieter a good five inches off the ground, "I aint Y/n's brother and I aint mute. Your turn to set the goddamn record straight, pal. What would you do if I wasnt here? Huh?!"

Dieter was struggling against Donny, but there was no way he was reaching his gun. You had been leaning against a tree. It really was the closest thing you got to going to the movies... You smirked a little as you lit a cigarette. "Boys?" You puffed some smoke out as you watched the spectacle unfold.

Wicki and Hugo emerged from the trees. Hugo tossed the bat to Donny.

Wicki took Dieter's gun and Donny threw him against the ground.

He crouched over Dieter like a leopard prowling over it's prey. "You still don't know who we are, do you?"

Dieter's eyes widened as he saw the bat.

"You're the one they call the Bear Jew..."

He looked back at Hugo and Wicki... He knew they looked familiar.

He snapped his head toward you, barking like a rabid dog, "AND YOU. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A-"

Donny had been practicing his swing for a minute or so...

 He stopped and looked at Dieter. "Careful what you say about Y/n. Might make your final moments a bit more pleasant, major."

Dieter roared in German.

Donny didn't need to understand.

"Suit yourself, you fucking home wrecker." Donny tilted his head side to side as he cracked his neck and stretched.

He swung his bat.

It was a most unpleasant death, to say the least.

But you had to admit... Dieter had it coming.

So you walked on with your boys, back to the rest of the basterds somewhere in Nazi-Occupied France.

Donny was covered in blood drops. But...what was new?

He had his arm wrapped around you, bat swinging from his hand as you swayed together through the forest. A scalp around his belt.

Jealous as he was...sometimes it was a bit endearing. Sometimes it was annoying.  Sometimes it was deadly.

But as you looked at batter from Boston, you smiled as you saw the satisfaction in his smirk and the love in his eyes.