#joe liebgott x fem reader

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I'm just gonna leave this here...

Joe Liebgott x Female Reader

"Go on, leave me breathless."

A note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want a drink?" Your date asked.

You turned to him and smiled, "sure."

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

"Hi, Joe," you said.

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

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

"Whatever." He turned to walk away.

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

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

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

Joe scoffed. "And you said yes?"

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

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

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

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

"What?" He asked, smirking.

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

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

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

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

"Not a thing," you replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

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

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

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

"I..." You still hesitated.

"Say it, and I'm yours."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled and nodded "yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh god, Joe..."

"You like that?"

You bit your lip again and nodded "yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled. "Even better than I hoped."

He nodded and said, "Nice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A faint smile returned to your face.

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

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Inspired by:

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wcters]

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘 (𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨)

pairing: joe liebgott x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k+

summary: four times you question what you two are and the one time you finally figure it out

warnings/notes: established relationships, angst (were dealing with war), kissing, pda, some drug use (cigarettes), alcohol, swearing, weapons, violence | no disrespect to the actual veterans or any of the situations described and written here, this is based on the series and the character of joe liebgott. somewhat ib @softguarnere (if you would like me to change it/take it down i will. it’s not really similar but still). if anyone has any tips for writing for band of brothers, please let me know! longest imagine written so far, and a dedication to my boys skip and penkala

You never knew home could be a person . . . until you joined the army and were surrounded by it, by many different people, and the one person you trusted most ━━ Joseph Liebgott. It was unexpected. To outsiders, they wouldn’t even think you two would speak ━━ let alone be friends. Yes, both of you are different in many ways, but you’re also the same in many ways. Skip Muck, one of your other close friends in Easy Company, joked that part of your souls were intertwined and you two would eventually fall in love. In the beginning, you would laugh it off. But you soon realized how true that was.

1. 1942, TOCCOA, GEORGIA

The army was ruthless. You knew that it would be when you joined Easy Company a couple months earlier, but you didn’t expect it to be this bad . . . only because of a certain officer named Sobel. You swear he had it out for all of you, and lots of the men hadn’t done anything bad ━━ that you knew of. Most of the time your weekend passes were revoked for little things such as some dirt on your gun and a stray string (that wasn’t actually there, you checked multiple times), but this weeked you and Joe were lucky to still have yours. You don’t even know how you both managed that, let alone him.

You two were walking hand in hand down the dimly lit street. You were quietly humming a song as you looked at the various stores as you made your way to one of the bars your group frequented. A few other army guys could be seen walking with each other or a local girl hanging on their arm. On any other night you would’ve looked like any other soldier in the soft lights, but you had switched out your uniform for a dress you had hidden in your barracks. You had thought ‘why not? It’ll probably be the last time I get a chance to wear it’ and threw it on with some heels you borrowed from a girl you knew in town with a promise to return them.

The quietness of the street got smaller and smaller as you made you got closer to the bar. “Crowded tonight, huh?” The man beside spoke out loud, swinging your clasped hands. “I think to us it does, but to them it doesn’t.” You joked while letting out a chuckle. Joe did too before grabbing the door of the bar and opening it for you. You mumbled a “thank you” while music filled your ears. “I’ll find us a seat, you get us drinks.” You told Joe as he nodded and you went to search for a booth.

It wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be, and soon enough you and Joe were chatting and laughing while couples danced around you. Joe looked around as you sipped your beer before he got up out of the booth and lent out a hand to you. “Would you like to dance?” He smiled. You laughed before looking around. “Why not?” You agreed and got up, making your way to the dance floor as a slow song began to play.

While leaned your head on his chest as you danced with couples around you, you couldn’t help but wonder what you two were.

2. 1943, BROOKLYN NAVAL SHIPYARD, NEW YORK

The heat of the boat taking you to England was suffocating with all of the soldiers packed in it, but Joe managed to have an arm around you waist while you two were playing cards with Muck and Bill. You were just an observer, butting out after the third game and got lost every one.

“Jesus Bill! You must be cheating!” Joe yelled as the brunette man placed another card down, Muck agreeing sourly. You laughed at that while stealing the cigarette out of Joe’s mouth and taking a hit. “You’re just sorry losers.” Bill laughed at their faces. “You don’t get to laugh y/n, you quit because you kept losing.” Skip pointed at you as he saw your face. “At least I accepted defeat, asshole.” You could feel the small laugh that came out of Joe’s chest and imagined the smirk that was on his face. “She got you there, Skip.”

They continued playing for a little while, you and Joe taking turns smoking until Bill won again and Skip slammed his cards down onto the cot. “Calm down.” You told him, soft smile on your face. “I am calm, it’s just Bill keeps winning and it’s fucking hot in here,” the man gestured to the people around you,” I don’t know how you two are that close. I swear I’m going to die of overheating and you two are practically cuddling.” You made a face to your friend while Joe laughed and made a comment that you couldn’t hear.

You and Joe were really close, you basically almost on his lap at this point, but you had a reason. The boat was packed, not being much room to move around. You didn’t want to climb up all the way onto your cot, and you wanted to keep talking with your friends. Plus, you and him had to be close ━━ you were sharing a cigarette. “We’re sharing a cigarette.” You shrugged, grabbing the object out of his mouth as he yelled a “hey” as you took it. Skip gave you a look as if to say “that’s bullshit” and got up, going to find Penkala. You looked over to Bill and he looked down at his cards, smirk on his face.

You had a reason to be that close . . . right? Or was it something different?

3. 1944, NORMANDY, FRANCE

The gravel crunched underneath your boots. You had just landed somewhere in Normandy ━━ you weren’t sure, you had missed your DZ ━━ and were now on the lookout to hopefully find Easy Company and not some German looking to end your life. That’s why you had you gun aimed into the distance. Every little breeze that shook the branches had yoy freezing up and darting you eyes, only to figure out it was the wind or some rabbit that looked as scared as you. It made you feel a little less alone.

When another bush shook, this time a little longer than usual, you crouched instead of just freezing up, gun still trained to where the sound was coming from. You waited before slowly moving forward, trying to minimize the sound of the road beneath you. You saw the bottom of a pair of boots and it seemed you were both waiting for the other to speak first. That decision was chosen for you.

“Flash.” “Thunder.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard that and then saw the multiple pairs of boots. “Y/n?” Someone called out within the group. You squinted trying to see who it was. “Bill!” You exclaimed in surprise before recognizing the few other people with him: Marlarkey, Wynn, Toye, Lipton, some people from the 82nd Airborne, and Hall, a man not from your company but you recognized him from Able Company. You quietly said your greetings before continuing on your way to try and find your rallying point.

After finding and following a set a train tracks, a situation happened where Bill shot before Winter’s Command, you reprimanding him again and jokingly pushing his head as he called you a “stupid mick” which you laughed at. Now the group was on the road to the rallying point. The whole time you had been thinking about Joe. God, you wished he was still alive. You didn’t know what you were going to do if he wasn’t. When you eventually got to the farm, you heard a familiar voice. You stopped as you saw each other before you began to run and give him a hug.

You could hear the mumblings of the other soldiers, but at that moment, you didn’t care. When you pulled away you grabbed his face. “Joeseph Liebgott, I would’ve killed you if you died.” You laughed with tears in your eyes as you checked him for and scratches and scars. “I wouldn’t dream of it doll.” He laughed too before pulling you back in.

You decided at that moment in time that it didn’t care what you two were, as long as you had him, you didn’t care. As long as you knew he was okay.

4. 1944, ARDENNES FOREST, BELGIUM

All you could see was white: the sky, the ground, even the trees that surrounded you, that partly acted as a wall. You were sick of it. You think you would feel this way for the rest of your life ━━ the look and feel of the freezing chill of the snow and forest. Maybe you would move to somewhere warmer, somewhere where it doesn’t snow and the lowest it would get would be 59 degrees Fahrenheit.

Imagining what you would do in the future always helped you get somewhat through the hard times, though a person was the one thing that was a blanket to you. He had told you he left to talk to Lipton, but he hadn’t been back for awhile.

As if the world hated you having a small moment of what little peace you could have, a light broke through the white sky. A yell of “incoming!” from someone near you, either Skip or Penkala, caused you to sink further into your foxhole, well what you could, and cover your ears as the bombing started. When you heard yelling with words like “c’mon!” and “hurry!” you looked up to see Skip and Penkala yelling out to Luz who was out in the open. “Luz!” You yelled to him, “get over here! It’s closer!” He followed your voice and jumped in, but as soon as you both turned around you saw Skip and Penkala get hit with a shell. You knew they didn’t make it.

It was over as soon as it happened, but you were so distracted with what had happened that you didn’t feel the burning on your side until George had asked you if you were okay. You groaned when you first felt the searing pain and lifted up your coat to see the blood soaking it. “Oh, shit. Medic!” You had been with a piece of flying shrapnel from the shell that hit the two. You didn’t have time to register how one of your best friends were killed before Doc Roe was at your side with Luz holding you so you wouldn’t move too much. “Christ, y/n.” Gene mumbled as he got a look at it before grabbing a bandage and wrapping it the best he could.

You were frozen now ━━ not from the cold, or the wound on your side that would cause you to get taken off, you were frozen with the realization of what just happened. You wanted to cry, scream, do anything, but you just . . . couldn’t. Everything around you was fuzzy and you didn’t register that the shelling stopped and you were being taken out until you saw Joe. Then, tears managed to fall and you started to sob. He was mumbling about how you were going to be okay and everything was fine as he followed you to the Jeep.

When you felt the rumble of the Jeep engine, you grabbed Joe’s hand as tight as you could. “I love you, you shithead.” You laughed as you told him. You didn’t know whether you would see him again, and you wanted him to know how you truly felt about him, and how much he ment to you. He froze for a second before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too. I’ll kill you if you die.”

You laughed one more time as the image of him started to get smaller and smaller as he let go of your hand, slapped the Jeep, and it started to move. You tried to memorize what you could see: his shadow, the way he stands . . . him. You closed your eyes and felt a tear make its way down your face, settling in with the other dry ones.

+1. 1945, BAVARIA, AUSTRIA

The almost-healed wound on your side was a reminder of what you’ve been through, and what you’d missed. You’d been stuck in the hospital since mid December. You attempted to go AWOL multiple times, but you had failed every time.

Your shrapnel scar had ended being worse than Doc Roe thought and you had to be transported to surgery. When you woke up and heard what happened, you immediately wanted to go back and find your company . . . and Joe. You knew you left on a weird note, and wanted to figure it out. That was looming on your mind, along with the grief you finally had time to face. Not really face, more like confront. It was one of the only things you thought about while in there. You hadn’t fully come to terms with it, but you had made some progress.

You had thought about how George was doing, and especially Malarkey. He was Skip and Penkala’s best friend ━━ you were a close second. Bastogne was a horrible place in itself, but having to deal with that while there, to you, was a death wish. You were worried for everyone, the people you left behind.

You had just gotten to Bavaria when you saw Colonel Sink, and he saw you. As one of the very few women in the army, you could say he had a soft spot for you (though you would never say it to his face). You had been told a very uninformative idea of where the airborne was located, but you had been wandering since you got dropped off.

“Sergeant y/n, is that you?” Sink had called out to you as the car stopped. You saluted before you replied with a “yes sir.” “You lookin’ for Easy soldier?” You answered with a yes and conversed for a little bit ━━ mostly about your time in the hospital and what you missed ━━ before he invited you into the Jeep to get a ride up the mountain that looked over you.

That’s where you were know as you made your way up the hill, the familiar rumble of the Jeep underneath you. You couldn’t deny the feeling of excitement and happiness in your stomach as you got closer. You soon heard voices over the engine and on the horizon silhouettes appeared. When the car stopped, you gave a quick thank you, saluted, and made your way to where some of Easy was sitting.

“Having fun without me?” You asked out loud as people turned to you. There were calls of excitement as they saw you and people made their way to greet you, but one of the faces you were looking for was Joe. You eventually saw him getting up from sitting in front of a wheel and you both made eye contact before people split and let there be a clear path to him. You didn’t have to say anything to let him know you were running towards him before jumping on him and giving him a hug. He held you right, as if you were going to leave again, and spinned you around as you both laughed.

He was still holding you, arms around your waist, but had let your feet touch the floor. “Hi.” You smiled. “Hey doll.” Those were the only things said before you lips crashed together and there were cheers from your friends around you. When you parted, your foreheads fell against each other. “I was so worried, I was afraid you weren’t going to come back.” He admitted. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Joe.” You joked before kissing him quickly again and then went on a mission to find Malarkey.

He was leaning against the side of a car, cigarette in his hand. You gave him a tight hug, saying everything you needed to but couldn’t, before parting. You sat and talked while Joe kept a close eye on you.

“Skip was right, y’know.” Malarkey said as he let out some smoke. “What do you mean?” You asked, looking at everyone and the view. “About you and Joe. How your souls are intertwined. I always laughed at it but seeing you two now, he was right.” You blushed and looked down before your eyes met Joe’s and he winked at you.

“I guess so. But hey, never doubt Skip. He always said that. Guess this is a nice payback.” “Guess so.”

You never thought a person could be home, but as you walk in front of the fireplace, your baby girl in your arms, you realize that it could be ━━ that it is. And you are ever so thankful you figured out what you two were.

[clairifys]

Prolonged love - Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sometimes the best things in life take a long time, and sometimes life throws you for a loop. It sure threw (Y/n) for a loop when grabbing German POWs in Hagenau turns into her having to babysit a young Dutch girl.

Tw: Swearing, death, reader being trilingual, mentions of war, mentions of concentration camps, mentions of abuse, killing, slightly dirty? not full on smut, reader is female, slight misogyny due to the time period, she/her pronouns

Word count: 6.5k

I do not own Band of Brothers, nor do I own any of the characters. I am not intending to be disrespectful towards any of the people on this show

The Dutch name is pronounced like (Tina-ka) Tineke, and the nickname Tine is pronounced as (Teeny)

I was born in Chicago. My mother was born in Groningen, Netherlands, and my father in Antwerp, Belgium. I was the oldest child, and after me, my parents had five others. Despite having six kids, we were all taught Dutch and German from a young age. The sole reason I was accepted into the military was because of me being trilingual, I’ll forever be grateful to my parents for teaching me their languages. 

February 9, 1945 

Easy Company was on its way to France. We were stationed in Haguenau, which had been taken by the Allies in December. Honestly speaking, I didn’t really know what to expect when we got there. I was sitting in the back of a truck, squished between Babe and Liebgott. Joe had become a close friend way back in Toccoa when he’d fallen running up Currahee, and I stopped and helped him up. We both had our 48-hour weekend passes revoked, but we made the most of it that weekend together. After that, we’d spend our weekend passes together and hang out.

I was leaning against Joe as I’d been almost the whole ride, his arm slung around my shoulders as I read a book that I had found when we invaded Foy. It seemed the Krauts enjoyed good literature as I was reading For Whom the Bell Tolls in German. I was a translator for Easy Company, being able to speak English, German and Dutch, I was a heavy asset to the team. It was a beautifully told story about the Civil War that had some romance aspects while also being brutal. I finished the book twice, and now I was reading it a third time.

“Jesus doll, I think I’ve seen you read that damn book about forty times now. How good can it be?” Joe said when he noticed my attention had strayed.

“Oh it’s a beautifully told story, Joe. Although, I don’t think you could read anything that didn’t have pictures.” I replied jokingly to him, looking up at him from where I was leaning against him. I could hear Babe and Malarkey laughing, and a young soldier, Jackson watching intently. 

“How can you read that, (L/n)?” A quiet voice asked in front of me. It’d been from Jackson. He lied on his documents so that made him 20 right now while I, at 23, was considered young. 

“I can speak and read German. Although my mother is a Dutch immigrant, my father was a Belgium immigrant.” I spoke honestly. Picking up languages was a bit of a gift for me. I’d always been good at remembering and learning languages, probably since I was taught three languages at once from a young age.

“(Y/n)! I’ve read that book! It’s so beautifully written.” A new voice spoke from the opening in the back of the truck, I quickly jolted from Joe’s shoulder, as he groaned from lack of contact, to see who the familiar voice belonged to.

“David Webster? Where the hell have you been?” I interrogated, while simultaneously giving him a toothy smile. He blushed slightly while asking Jackson for a hand to get up on the truck and suddenly Joe spoke up sharply, 

“The hospital. Must’ve liked that hospital Webster, cause uh, we left Holland four months ago.” After saying that he gave Web a dismissive look while tightening his hold on my shoulders. Suddenly, I felt very awkward, and slightly bad for Web - the war was tough and it was understandable to be afraid, it just wasn’t fair that some men snuck out only to get killed or injured more severely than the first time. They started going back and forth, jabbing at Webster passively, although it didn’t seem to be because they didn’t like him, they were just tired and upset. I gave Web a smile before getting off the truck, following Joe close behind.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to be so mean to Web.” I said calmly, making sure to not seem mad at Joe as to not have him get defensive.

“I guess, but it’s bullshit that we had men come back just to get killed.” He said quickly. When he said that, I saw Lieutenant Lipton sluggishly walking towards a building. The poor man had a bad case of Pneumonia, so I ran over and put his arm under my shoulders to help him. As I did that, explosions rang over our head and fell a little farther than we were. He gave me a smile and I helped him into the building he was walking towards. It was pretty on the inside, Luz and Captain Speirs were in the room along with Webster walking in. 

“Hey look who it is. Nice digs, huh, Lip? (Y/n)?” Luz said to me and Lipton as I helped Lipton situate himself on the couch.

“Yeah.” Lipton called back, unenthusiastically and coughed slightly after.

George came over with a blanket and put it on Lipton. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth, so I took it out and took a long drag from it.

“Hey what gives (Y/n). Just ‘cause you’re a pretty dame with a nice rack doesn’t mean you can steal my cigs.” He said while laughing, only partly joking. I gave him a look and replied,

“You’re just mad, this is all you get to see of my ‘nice’ rack.” 

He laughed and replied with a ‘you bet’. As he said that, a new voice spoke up, mock confident.

“Ahem. Is this the company CP for Easy?” He asked, looking at me and Luz weirdly before I went to get Lip a cup of hot coffee. 

From the kitchen, I could vaguely hear that he called himself Lieutenant Jones and that he was asking for Captain Speirs. I came out with a coffee for Lipton as Speirs was drilling him about going to the back to sack out and rest. I noticed Jones had stood up when Speirs walked in.

“Christ Captain, give him a break. He’s got Pneumonia!” I told Speirs as I handed Lipton his coffee and gave him a squeeze on his shoulder. Lipton thanked me with a small smile as the new guy looked at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.

“Hello to you Ms. (L/n). If he doesn’t rest up though, that Pneumonia won’t go away.” He said pointedly at Lipton.

“I’m sorry, are you a field nurse? I didn’t think they let field nurses come this close to action.” Jones asked me, even though he wasn’t asking with any malicious intent, and it was all curiosity, I still got upset.

“Why d’ya think I’m a field nurse? I’m literally in uniform.” I deadpanned at him while giving him a little attitude for automatically assuming I’d be a field nurse just because I was a woman.

“Oh. I’m sorry, truly I was just curious. I didn't mean any offense, I just didn’t know they let women become paratroopers.” He said quickly, face turning slightly red.

“They don’t. (Y/n) here has some insane stamina, and she’s a helluva shot!” Webster spoke up for me, and I threw him a smile.

“Oh gee, Shifty’s got a better shot than I’d ever dream of having.” I replied, giving credit to Shifty, as he did have a better shot and he was just the sweetest man alive. At that, Winters walked in and told us he’d need fifteen of us on a patrol tonight to capture prisoners. When he said he’d need a translator, I instantly knew it’d be me or Joe as we were the only two in Second Platoon who could speak German. Webster could as well, but we didn’t know which Platoon he’d be in. 

After Nixon and Winters left, Speirs began talking to Lipton about who should lead, and who he could take for the patrol. During this, Jones asked to be on the patrol, which Speirs answered quickly and easily with a no, that he hadn’t any experience. 

“Lipton, how many prisoners do you think there’ll be?” Speirs asked the man in question.

“Honestly, sir, I’m not quite sure, anywhere between three to forty it seems.” He said in reply.

“(L/n).” Speirs called for me as I was sitting in a chair reading.

“Ya want me to be a translator, that it?” I asked, knowing that’s what he was about to ask me.

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Alright.”

When Webster and Lieutenant Jones left for OP two, I decided to get going as well. I knew Liebgott would be there so that was a good enough reason for me.

“Web, I’m comin’ with. Joe’s probably there right now.” I said to David, although slightly talking to Jones as well, to let him know I’d be going to.

“Yeah, no problem. Say when you’re finished with that book, d’ya mind if I reread it?” He asked me as all three of us walked down the street.

“Awh hell Web, I’ve read this thing three times now, you can go ahead and read it now.” I said while throwing him the book, silently noting how quiet Lieutenant Jones was behind us. The two men were running around crouching behind a little garden wall as I stood up, not seeing why they were doing that. When I heard the door open, Sergeant Kiehn came out, greeting me and Web and telling us where OP two was at. Before anymore words could get exchanged, bombs and mortars started raining down on us and we started running and ducking to take cover. We sat against the wall of a building before a man shouted out that it was all clear. After that, we quickly got to the building where OP two was located. Once inside, I immediately went upstairs and sat down on Joe’s bunk and plopped my stuff down.

“Hey doll, where’d you run off to?” Joe asked while wrapping his arms around me as a way to annoy me.

“Went to help Lip, where’d you go?” I asked while laughing at him.

“Came here.” He replied while digging his face into my stomach and faking sleep. Web and Lieutenant Jones came up not too long after I had, and when Jones saw me and Liebgott he immediately stiffened and gave me and Joe a weird look.

“This spot taken?” Webster asked.

“Nah it’s all yours.” Joe said to him while turning his face away from my stomach, my hands went down to card through his hair and he took notice of Jones’ look.

“Fuck are you staring at?” Joe asked him while sitting up and giving him his own glare.

“I’m sorry?” The Lieutenant asked, offended.

“You got a starin’ problem? Why you lookin’ at me and (Y/n) like that?” He challenged him.

“Alright, alright. Quit fighting, we’ve got news.” Webster said, breaking up the fight.

“Dummer, zimperlicher Junge, der dich so ansieht. (Stupid, prissy boy, lookin at you like that)” Joe mumbled to me in German, only loud enough for only me to hear.

“Er ist einfach sauer, weil du mich berührst und nicht er. (He's just mad because you're touching me and not him)” I said back laughing.

Me and Joe got up to go talk to a bunch of men in the corner laughing and smoking, while Webster and Jones went to talk to Malark. When Joe heard them talk about the patrol he pulled Web aside and I went and sat next to Babe to listen to what he was going to say.

“What do you know about this patrol thing?” Joe asked Web quietly.

“Uh, nothing.” Web said while nodding his head.

“Oh, come on, Web. You gotta know something.” Ramirez interrogated.

“I don’t” He replied adamantly 

` “Bullshit.” 

Web and everyone went back and forth and soon more people sat down to listen. I knew Web wouldn’t give anything up, so I decided to. My head was starting to hurt and I wanted to lay down before the patrol knowing I’d be on it at 0100.

“Speirs is picking fifteen men, Jonesy boy wants to be one of ‘em.” I said while yawning. Joe looked down at me and said,

“I say let the kid go, he could use the experience.” He smiled then Ramirez perked up,

“And I bet they could find fourteen other replacements to help him out.” while smirking.

“Nope.” I said, popping the p. “Babe, McClung, Ramirez and I are going out there.” I said dismissively.

“(Y/n)!” Web hissed at me.

“What?” I asked, confused. Then proceeded with,

“Pssh, I’ll just say it was you who said it, Joe and Babe’ll back me up, won’t you boys.” I asked, smiling up at Joe then at Babe.

“Course we will, doll.” Joe replied and Babe grunted. Webster deadpanned me and sat down when Malarkey started telling us about the patrol. 

When the phone rang, and the PX supplies came in, I was ecstatic. New shoes and a shower? Felt like late Christmas. On our way out, the Krauts started to bomb us. We ran down the stairs and I threw myself under a table with Joe. When we had made it outside, we heard there was a casualty, Bill Kiehn. He was a Toccoa man. It was upsetting and it was unfair that he’d gotten through Bastogne only to die like this. I hadn’t known him too well, but the fact that I’d been talking to him 30 minutes prior made me feel like throwing up. Instead of staying to watch, me and the rest of the second platoon went over to the showers to pick up our new ODs. 

Arriving at the showers, we went to go pick up our new ODs, and anything else they’d dropped for us. Nixon was standing by the depot and was holding a box with my name on it. Being the only woman paratrooper here meant I’d need a different size uniform and boots. I thanked Nixon and grabbed the box, opening it. Inside there was a uniform my size, boots, and women’s sanitary needs, a new bra set, and a few new pairs of panties.

“Well ain’t you a lucky gal, getting new undergarments while we’re stuck with the same briefs.” A voice came from behind me. Getting ready to yell at whoever was looking over my shoulder, I turned and realized it was Joe.

“Aww, poor baby has to wear the same briefs.” I replied, feigning upset and then laughing when I saw his disgruntled expression.

 Before I could run off to take a much needed shower, Malarkey called for us to let us know who’d be going on the patrol.

Heffron, McClung, Ramirez, me, Liebgott, Grant, Wynn, Jackson, Shifty and Webster. When we heard how many second platoon men were going, you could practically feel the rage flowing from us. 

We’d all been pissed, wanting to complain but knowing it’d do us no good. Malarkey went off towards the showers and told us to as well. There were men standing at the entrance, undressing and some coming out wet. I didn’t want to undress, even if it was only down to my bra and panties. I’d been behind Joe when I took my first few layers of my tops off. Down to my black bra and army-issued pants was when Webster came up to talk to Joe, effectively, scaring the shit out of me.

“Jesus, Web, you came outta nowhere.” I said, holding my hand to my chest to calm down.

“Oops, sorry (Y/n).” He said while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. I’d noticed his face had turned a bright shade of red, but I thought it was because he was embarrassed that he’d scared me. A hand shot out to grab my arm and turn me around when I noticed it was Joe. 

“What’s the matter?” I asked curiously.

“Do you not see everyone lookin’ at you like they’re starving men looking at their last meal?” He asked bewildered. Suddenly, I became hyper aware of most of the men's eyes on me, waiting for me to finish undressing. Before I could respond Joe spoke up again.

“Nevermind that, just finish and we can go in together.” Quickly I went to undo my belt, and I realized Joe was already down to his briefs, waiting on me. I felt bad to make him wait, but he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. I took this time to really look at Joe. Sure he was cute, and I’d definitely thought about him like this before, but would he really want me? I tried not to let my hopes get up, and as I slipped my pants down my legs, I forced myself to look away from his bare chest.

Having a hot shower was probably the best thing I’d had in a long time. Quickly scrubbing my body and hair down and then rinsing off, I stepped outside in a towel and grabbed my new uniform, and new undergarments.

Joe had finished showering, so I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to a random building to change, and do my hair. When we got in, there was nobody there, probably all in the showers, so I took Joe to the first mirror I found in a bedroom and made him sit down. He had no obligations and I told him I’d be back after changing. Once I finished, I brought out my old undergarments and towel and hung them out to dry.

There was a vanity on the opposite side of a bed, with a little cushion seat, and some old, dusty hair products. I quickly got to work using them and braiding up my hair.

“Why’d you pull me away doll? Want me that bad huh?” He questioned while smirking at me and drawing a cigarette from his front pocket.

“Yeah, you wish. I wanted someone to talk to.” I joked back before replying honestly and looking at him through the mirror. I finished doing my last braid as Joe was telling me about one of his comics he found that he enjoyed. Standing up, I walked over to stand in front of him, looking down on him as he was sitting on the bed. He stopped talking and we made eye contact. He looked as handsome as ever sitting in his new ODs, with a fresh shower.

“Well don’t you look handsome in your new uniform with your hair combed.” I said to him in a sweet voice running my hands through his wet hair. His eyes darkened as his hands went to hold onto my hips.

“Jesus, (Y/n). We’ve been through hell and back and you’re still the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.” He said confidently. I could feel my face getting hot, he’d said things like this before, but this time, it felt different. Stronger almost. 

“Oh, Joe. You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met.” I whispered to him, and he looked up at my lips, silently asking me. I slowly closed my eyes and let my hands fall from his hair down to his face, I slowly leaned down as he looked up and closed my eyes. As our lips were less than a centimeter apart, someone awkwardly coughed.

We sprung away from each other, embarrassed that we got caught. Looking at who it was, some random replacement apologized and said he left something in here and it was his room.

When he left, I started laughing and grabbed Joe by the arm to pull him up.

“Come on, I bet everyone is wondering where we went.”

“Goddammit Johnny, you’re breaking my heart.” Luz said.

“Come on, George, just give me, I don’t know, ten, fifteen bars?” Martin pressured him

“Juicy fruit, happy?”

Johnny and Cobb had been pestering George to give them Hershey bars. I knew there wasn’t enough, and that it wasn’t fair so I just stayed quiet the whole time. Cobb began badgering George again and when George went to defend himself, a whole group of men walked in.

“Whoa, Hershey bars!” Joe exclaimed, coming up behind me to rest his hands on my shoulders from where I was sitting in front of the table of candy and treats.

“Jesus Christ.” Poor George just couldn’t catch a break.

“Wait your turn, Liebgott.” Cobb said, pissing me off. I never really liked Cobb and he didn’t like me.

“Yeah, who they for?” Liebgott asked George.

“Not you, Lieb.”

“Oh come on George, one bar!” Joe pestered, wanting to get that bar.

“Y’know who they’re for? People who don’t interrogate me. Here, (Y/n), have a bar!” George replied while looking Joe in the eye.

“Oh George! Thank you!” I exclaimed excitedly. I hadn’t known the last time I’d gotten chocolate.

“Christ, you’re only giving it to her because she’s a woman and you wanna get on her good side in case the opportunity arises to fuck her!” Cobb said angrily as I turned around, glaring, ready to hit him.

“That sounds more like something you’d do, knowing you couldn’t get a woman to sleep with you willingly if your life depended on it!” I yelled back at him which caused him to call me a slur of colorful words. After that, Joe yelled at him and I ignored him.

“Hey big mouth! Give Lieb a Hershey bar, huh?” Perconte asked.

When I heard his voice, I jumped up, running up to him to give him a hug.

“Perco! Your back!” I exclaimed as he hugged me back.

“You gotta be shittin’ me! Look who it is!” George laughed and said.

“How ya feeling?” Joe then asked him, smiling.

“As long as you keep your hands off my ass, I’ll be fine.” Perconte replied, laughing.

“Have a Hershey’s!” Luz threw one at Perconte.

“Hey he gets a fuckin Hershey bar?” Joe asked, offended as I came to sit down next to him, opening up my Hershey’s.

“Ask ya girlfriend to french ya when she’s done eating it.” George joked as I took a bite into my bar and broke it in half.

“I’ll do you one better, Joe.” I said after I swallowed and handed him the half I didn’t bite into. He took it with thanks.

“That’s not one better, he’d rather you kiss him (L/n)!” Luz said while laughing right after. Joe pushed him backwards while also laughing

At 1700, there was a briefing about the house we’d be going into. I was next to Shifty, talking with him. Every now and again me and Joe would make eye contact, until the other looked away. Winters, and Martin walked in which caused Joe to look away first. Winters explained Johnny would be going in Malarkey's place, and that made everyone slightly more comfortable. I was on Johnny’s team, along with Webster. I walked out and Liebgott was waiting for me, he left with me and as we passed Speirs, he told Joe he didn’t have to go on the patrol.

We’d been all stationed in the basement for now before the patrol. Having to eat slop and we couldn’t have our helmets. I sat with Shifty as I ate.

“Youse gonna be out there with a gun?” Shifty asked me in a sweet voice, I knew what he was talking about. He was asking if I’d be helping shoot.

“Nah, well obviously I’ll have a gun, but I’m mainly a translator.” I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I don’ understand why they never let you shoot with me. You’re a helluva sniper.” Shifty told me, making me giggle at him.

“Oh Shift, you know how to make a woman feel good about herself.” I replied, happy that I got to talk to him before the patrol. He always knew how to make someone happy, even during nerve-wracking times.

At 0100, we were getting into those rubber boats, and setting sail on a short trip across the river. Before the fourth boat could even get far, it flipped and we were down three men. I wasn’t too nervous, knowing that I’d been through worse. When we got to the other side, Martin had someone cut the fence and me and Web, being translators, meant that we had to be up front in case we found any Germans. 

So far, we’d gotten up to the steps of the house we’d need to get prisoners from. Johnny had shot into the window, and Jackson went up to throw his grenade, except, instead of waiting for it to finish detonating, Jackson didn’t stop and immediately went into the house, getting hit straight in the face with his grenade. As we ran in, me and Web were yelling at the men in German. We started to split the three men up when I heard a small cry in the corner of the room. I stopped to turn to go towards the sound.

“(L/n)! What are you doing?” Johnny yelled at me.

“Sir! There’s a child!” I shouted, confused. When I got down eye level with the little girl, I noticed she was only in a thin, white nightgown, with no shoes. She looked malnourished, hurt and mostly scared. 

“Alsjeblieft! Alsjeblieft! (Please! Please!)” The little girl cried in Dutch, shrinking away from me when I went to get her.

“Het is goed schat! Rustig maar, ik ben hier om te helpen! (Its okay dear! Relax, I'm here to help!)” I replied to her in Dutch. What had a little Dutch girl been doing here? I didn’t have time to continue to calm the little girl before Johnny started yelling about getting on the boats and leaving.

“Klein meisje, ik ga je ophalen. (Little girl, I'm going to pick you up.)” I warned her before grabbing her bridal style and running with her out of the house and covering her eyes to make sure she didn’t see what was happening around her with Jackson. Pushing everyone into the boats, the girl I was holding onto kept crying and crying. The poor little girl couldn’t have been more than four years old. 

“Het is goed schat. Het is goed schat. (It’s alright baby. It’s alright baby.)” I kept repeating to the small frightened girl. When Webster jumped into the boat behind me, we started going back to our side. He had his head ducked, as the Krauts kept shooting at the back boat. He had his arms around me when he realized I was shielding a child.

“(Y/n)! What the hell? Why do you have a child?” He yelled out over the gun fire.

“I don’t know! She was in the corner, she’s Dutch!” I replied, still confused as to how she got here and why she wasn’t in the Netherlands. We all ran downstairs, I was still holding onto the little girl, she had come from the Germans territory so I had to stay with her by the other prisoners. Nobody had come up to me about the girl yet so I took this as a time to try to get information so she wasn’t bombarded when adrenaline wore off.

“Wat is je naam? (What’s your name?)” I asked her calmly. She looked up at me with teary dark blue eyes. “Tineke.” She responded in a quiet voice. I was sitting on the floor and I held her so she was only facing me. I could feel someone watching me, but for now I didn’t care.

“Mooie naam! De mijne is (Y/n)! (Beautiful name! Mine is (Y/n)!)” I replied while smiling at her and gently carding my hand through her dark brown strands. Her skin was deathly pale and it was obvious she hadn’t drank or eaten anything in a long time. I gave her my canteen and she took it wearily. She wouldn’t drink it because she was scared of what could be in it. I took it back and took a small sip and gave it back. When she noticed I was okay, she started drinking out of it rapidly. 

When she finished drinking, I asked her more questions. 

“Spreek je Engels? (Can you speak English?)” I asked her. “Little bit.” She replied hesitantly.

“Very good, mijn liefje! (My love!)” She seemed to smile a little at the name I’d given her.

“Where is your mommy?” I asked slowly. She started to get upset at the mention of her mother but she replied anyway.

“She die. The Duits kill her. I am Joods. They take her and kill my mammie in de camps for Jodens. Then they keep me. (The Germans kill her. I am Jewish. My mommy. Camps for Jews.)” She told me in a somber tone. When she couldn’t think of the right word, she’d just say it in Dutch. I thought about bringing her to Joe later knowing he was Jewish, she might feel comfortable with him. 

“You’re safe now, liefje.” I told her while bringing her close to my chest. She ended up falling asleep not even ten minutes later. It gave me time to think about what she had said. She never mentioned a last name which made me believe she didn’t know it. The camp she was talking about was also weird. What did she mean by a camp for Jewish people?

Jackson had died. That boy who’d just turned twenty, had died. He had his whole life ahead and he died in a stupid war. I hadn’t even known him too well, but he just died in front of me, in front of everyone. I was thankful Tineke was asleep as she’d already seen enough. 

A day had passed since the patrol. The Germans were taken away and Tineke wouldn’t talk to anyone except me, and occasionally Joe. When Winters had found out about her, he had to ask her questions. I had come with because she couldn’t speak English very well and she refused to go anywhere if I wasn’t with her. The poor girl had been traumatized and it seemed like she’d been like that for a while.

While asking her questions, we found out her family was Jewish, and when the Germans found out, they took her and her family out of their homes to be sent to a camp. She didn’t know much, just that her mother and her got away and when they were found by the two Germans, her mother tried to fight against them resulting in her getting shot. Tineke was then taken as a hostage. 

Doc Roe came in to see how she was and it turned out she had been malnourished, and if I hadn’t found her when I did she would’ve been dead. Later that day I took her to the building where the second platoon was located to introduce her. 

I walked in and held onto Tine and went upstairs.

“Guys, this is Tineke. She was found in the house with the other POWs and she’s Dutch. She can speak some English, but don’t bombard her.” I spoke when I went upstairs and saw everyone. They all looked at us, and one by one I walked around with her and had her say hi to everyone. When I got to the last person, Joe, I sat down on the bunk with him and had her greet him.

“Tine, why don’t you tell Joe what you are.” I reminded her. I had told her to tell him she was Jewish before we went upstairs.

“Jewish.” Was all she said, nervous and not knowing too much English, she turned her face away into my chest. I rubbed my hand down her knotted, dirty hair realizing she needed a bath.

“Ain’t that cool! I’m Jewish too!” Joe responded in a sweet voice, smiling down at her when she slightly turned her head towards him. Before any more words could get exchanged, Webster came in to break the news that we were to go on another patrol that night and there would be another meeting at 1800. It was currently 1530 so I decided to bring Tineke down to the kitchen sink where I could give her a makeshift bath. I remembered how my mom would do that for me and my siblings when we were little and there were no baths in any of the houses.

I grabbed some soap and put it in her hair while I’d tell her stories to pass the time. 

“A long time ago, there were two moons. It was said one of them, named houden got too close to the sun, and out came thousands of dragons.” I told her a story my mother used to tell me all the time.

“Houden? To hold?” She asked as I began rinsing out her hair.

“That’s right. That’s how dragons were born.” I told her. As I finished saying that, another voice piped up from behind me.

“I didn’t know dragons were born from the moon.” Joe came up behind me and waved at Tineke, who brought her hand up slightly.

“That’s because I never told you that.” I said while smiling up at him. He moved to have his arms around my waist and laid his head on my shoulder. I finished rinsing Tine off then I grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it. Nixon had got clothes small enough to fit her from one of his sources. It was a small, black dress with a dark brown fluffy shawl. She also had stockings and tiny boots. When I finished dressing her, I braided up her hair and put on a hat.

At 1800 we all went down to the basement to await Winter’s meeting he called.

“Whatcha lookin’ at Webster.” A drunk Cobb said. I put one of my hands on Web’s shoulder, holding Tineke to my chest as she slept on me, and he turned to give me a smile.

“That’s what I thought, college boy.” Cobb said while swaying lightly on his feet. I gave Cobb a glare and squeezed the hand I had on Web’s shoulder.

“Are you drunk, trooper?” Lieutenant Jones asked him, angrily.

“Leave me alone.” Cobb replied, looking away.

“Answer the question.” Jones said firmly.

“Yes, sir, I am drunk, sir.” Cobb said sassily before adding, “Drunk, and sick and tired of fucking patrols. Taking orders-”

“Hey Cobb, shut up. It’s boring, okay.” Martin cut him off before he could finish what he was saying.

“Taking his side, Johnny?” “Yeah, I am.”

After that shit show I went and sat by Joe, wanting to make sure I wouldn’t be in Cobb’s line of fire in case he decided to throw something.

Winters came in to not only tell us that we didn’t have to go on that patrol, but that we’d also be off the line tomorrow. After he left, everyone started talking, which woke up Tine, who had no idea what was going on, but was happy because everyone else was. 

When I went upstairs, Winters was waiting for me.

“Hey, (Y/n).” He said, a bittersweet tone to his voice.

“Hello, sir. Anything I can help you with?” I asked, slightly nervous that he had waited for me.

“It turns out, we found one of Tineke’s family members. Her aunt and uncle. They’re set to come tonight.” He said quietly.

“Oh. Well that’s great!” I smiled slightly, feeling my heart get heavy at the fact that the young girl would be leaving.

“Tine, you hear that? Your aunt and uncle are coming to pick you up.” I told her, looking down at her. She perked up, looking between me and Winters and then she smiled. She smiled bigger than I’d ever seen her smile.

When her aunt and uncle arrived at 2100, Tineke ran up to them and they picked her up. They repeatedly thanked me and Winters and before they left, I gave Tineke a hug and kiss and turned around to walk away. As I did that, I noticed Joe was standing there waiting for me, smiling sweetly at me. We walked away, arm in arm to go back to the house together. The next day, we’d all been sent to the trucks to move to our new location. I was sitting next to Joe, my head on his shoulder as I slept. 

We had made it to Germany. The Krauts surrendered and Hitler shot himself. We were finally able to stay in an actual house, with actual baths and actual beds. To us, life couldn’t get any better. 

Me and Joe had been sharing a house with Perco and Luz. Frank and George went out to get eggs from a farmhouse a few blocks down so right now it was just me and Joe.

“You excited, doll?” He asked me from the table. I put down one of the wet dishes I was washing, and replied,

“For what Lieb?” “We got through the hard part!” Oh. I hadn’t really thought about that yet.

“Well, yeah, I guess. I’m just scared that I’ll have to go to the Pacific if this war finishes soon.” I replied genuinely.

“Oh don’t worry about that right now.” He said while standing up and coming behind me. I put down the last dish and pulled off the wet, yellow gloves I had on to wash the dishes in.

“Y’know, Perco and Luz just left.” 

“I know Liebgott, I’ve got eyes.” I replied, smiling up at him while turning around to face him. He put his hands on the sink behind me and smiled down on me.

“Well if your eyes are any good, then you’ll be able to see how much of a hold ya got on me.” He spoke before closing the distance between us and closing the gap.

I immediately closed my eyes and kissed him back. We slowly pulled apart, and without another word he slammed his mouth into mine. This time, he was much more passionate. His hands wandered down to my waist, and mine went up to his neck and hair. I gasped as he bit my bottom lip, and he snuck his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back with as much fervor as I could, slightly pulling on his hair without realizing. He moaned into my mouth and the vibrations caused heat to pool in my stomach.

His hands started to roam down my body, causing me to moan as well. He pulled me flush against him and then pulled me up the stairs into one of the rooms I was occupying. I gently sat down on the bed and his fingers went to my uniform top, unbuttoning my shirt. 

Perconte and Luz were walking down the trail to the house they were sharing with (Y/n) and Joe, they had eggs to cook up for everyone. When they got inside, they expected to see (Y/n) and Joe downstairs, waiting for them like they had been before.

“Hey, where’d they go-”

“D’you hear that?” George cut Frank off when he heard what sounded like muffled banging from upstairs. The two men immediately smirked at each other, and Luz ran upstairs.

They stopped outside of the door getting ready to knock, when they heard moaning from the other side.

Before Frank could hold George back, he knocked on the door yelling, 

“You two better hurry up before me and Perco eat all the eggs!” It was quiet for a moment before Joe shouted out towards the two men,

“Go ahead! I’m eating something way better!”

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! If I missed any TWs lmk and I'll add them!

[malarkgirlypop]

Goody Part 3 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)

Dude, this part is steamy. IDK if I should post this to tumblr, like I feel like I will get arrested or something. This is my first ever like proper smut scene, so be nice. AH I'm nervous. No one judge me alright! Bahaha omg ok here we go, this is part three. This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.

I lie in bed dozing, I ruminate on the last conversation I had with Joe. My head swirls with emotions, I’m happy I apologised but I’m sad at how he took the apology. He was so cruel. I have known Joe for a long time, yes he is annoying and rude but always in a playful manner. When I spoke to him before I left he was malicious. I huffed rolling over and pulling the covers under my chin. My plan for today is to do nothing. None of the others are off, so I can be lazy and spend all day in bed, moping. I hear heavy footsteps run up the stairs, my back faces away from the bedroom door, I hear it creak open. “Mary, I’m not doing a shift, this is my day off!” I say before she can speak. I hear the person panting. I still, is it not Mary. I roll over, my eyes widen in surprise. There in the doorway is a breathless Joe. I sit up, then pull the covers up to hide my pj’s I wear. I don’t have a bra on. 

“Joe, what on earth are you doing here?” I query. “Did you run here, you shouldn’t run yet, what about you injury.” I ramble on. He chuckles, catching his breath. 

“They discharged me.” He reports, straightening. He walks further into the room, looking awkward. I watch him curiously. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. He moves forward, taking a seat at the bottom of my bed. He wrings his hand together looking sheepish. 

“I wanted to apologise to you. I didn’t mean what I said. I forgive you.” He mutters, looking down at his hands. 

“Oh, well thank you.” I say confused, he ran all the way here to forgive me. I furrow my brow watching him. 

“What?” He says looking up at me. 

“Nothing.” I say shaking my head, “Well I guess this is goodbye then.” I extend my hand for him to shake it. He glances from my hand to my face. He shakes his head. I blink at him confused, I lower my hand. 

“Oh no, Goody, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He smirks at me, but it’s different, there’s intent behind the smirk. My breath catches in my throat, as my heart beats faster, unsure of what he means. I stay still, as he stands from his position, and makes his way further up the bed, he sits down right beside me. My breathing quickens as I gulp, the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults. I bite my lower lip, waiting with anticipation. His eyes darken as his hand reaches out, removing my lip from my teeth with his thumb as he cups my face. Goosebumps arise on my skin from his touch. A shiver runs up my spine. I hold the cover closer to my chest, trying to hide the fact I’m not wearing a bra. He glances from my lips back to my eyes. I keep very still, not wanting to make any sudden movements, like he is a wild animal and one move will send him back into the woods. 

I glance at his lips. He slowly moves forward, I feel his breath on my face. I’m desperate for him to close the gap. I do it myself, finding his lips with my own. A rush of adrenaline shoots through my body. I kiss him harder, dropping the covers I cling to myself, leaving me in just a t-shirt and my underwear. I pull him closer, grabbing at his neck and shoulder. His hands find my waist pulling me flush with him. His fingers travelled under my shift gripping at my hips. I moan from the contact. He pulls back smiling at me, “You like that huh?” I don’t answer him, smashing my lips back onto his. 

I need him closer. I open my mouth as his tongue darts out wetting my lip. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting softly. I gasp, as he lets it go, kissing me again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The heat in between my legs is growing, as fingers drag down my back under my top. I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck. I pull his jacket off his shoulders. I can feel him grinning into my neck. I pant, needing him more. I undo his buttons, struggling a little, his hands leave my back to help me with his top. He gets up from the bed, leaving me sitting on my knees. I watch him as he pulls off his tops, exposing his bare chest. I grin at him, “You like the show?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. I nod, grinning at him. I cover my mouth with my hand as he undoes his belt buckle with one hand, then undoing his pants. He pulls them down leaving him in his underwear. 

I squeal as he marches forward, picking me up from the spot I watch him from. He sits down on the bed placing me on top of him. I straddle his lap. Feeling his hardness pressed against me. I lean in to kiss him again but he stops me with his hand around my neck. He tsks, “One of us is wearing too much.” I nod, just wanting his lips on mine again. His hand leaves my neck, pulling off my top. I cover my arms over my chest, suddenly aware of how exposed I am to him. His gaze meets mine, full of lust and need. “I don’t want you to cover yourself around me, Y/N.” His tone low. I lower my hands exposing my chest to him. He takes me in, “You’re beautiful.” He whispers, pulling me closer to him, so that his chest is flush with mine. 

He kisses me hard, I return the kiss. My fingers tangling in his hair. His hands run up my sides, sending shivers around my body. I gasp into his mouth as he takes the soft flesh of my chest into his hand, squeezing it gently. His fingers pinching my erect nipple, causing me to groan in pleasure as I arch my back for him. His mouth quickly latches onto my other nipple, his tongue swirling around it sensually. “Oh god!” I mutter looking down to watch him. I run my fingers through his hair tugging it softly, causing a groan to leave his lips, I shudder as it reverberates throughout my body. 

I grind my hips into his, causing him to gasp. His hands landed on my waist, stilling me. I laugh as he flips us over, so that he hovers over me. I watch him through heavy lids, as he kisses his way down my torso, looking up at me as he goes. He drags his lips over my waist and hips, causing me to squirm under his touch, he grins tickling me with his lips. I still when he kisses me just above the waistband of my underwear. I pant watching him with anticipation. He grins at me, knowing he is teasing me. I lift my hips for him to pull the fabric down but he holds me still. “Joe.” I plead, wiggling my hips. He presses kisses to the insides of my thighs, driving me insane, getting closer with each kiss, but just as he is about to kiss where I want him too he moves away. 

“Stop teasing me.” I whine. 

“Ask nicely.” He looks up at me from between my legs. 

“Please Joe.” I say. 

“Please Joe what? Use your words, Y/N.” He says in his husky voice. 

“Please Joe, please remove my underwear and kiss me… kiss me down there.” I mutter embarrassed. He smirks at me. Lifting my hips and pulling down the fabric, exposing me to him. I wait patiently, watching him take me in with his eyes. 

“So wet for me.” He says, his breath fanning on me. I sigh in content, leaning my head back. I gasp when his lips find my core, my back arching. His tongue swirls over my bud of nerves, sucking and licking. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. A loud moan falls from my lips when his finger slides inside of me. I reach down gripping onto his hair, my other hand grasping at the sheets we lie on. He hums in satisfaction, at my noises. I gasp feeling it on my core. “Oh my god, Joe!” I pant. He pushes me close to the edge. Sliding another finger inside of me, I feel myself clench around him. As his mouth continues to pleasure me. The noises from my lips are a mixture of groans and screams. He puts more pressure on my core with his tongue, moving faster in and out of me. I arch my back further as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, nearly over the edge. He holds me still, looking up at me from between my legs. His gaze finally pushed me to my finish. I close my eyes, throwing my head back. My toes curl, as I grip onto Joe’s head, worried I will explode from my orgasm that rips through my body, causing me to shake. I finally come down from my high. I lay there spent, Joe still resting in between my legs, just smiling at me. 

I pull him up to me, crashing my lips into his. Tasting myself on him, “I need you.” I whisper into his ear, as my lips run down his neck. “Greedy?” He says pulling me back, to then kiss my lips again. I nod, kissing him hungrily on his lips. I can feel his smile under my lips. I smile back coyly, “Please.” I look up at him through my lashes, pouting my lips slightly, really putting on my puppy dog eyes. His smirks at me, chuckling. He kisses the tip of my nose. “If you look at me like that I won’t ever leave this room.” He warns, I grin nodding my head. I reach down pulling at his waistband, I tug them down. 

I bite my lip as his dick springs free. I reach down, taking him in my hand, he groans burying his head in my shoulder. His breath tickling my neck. I move my hand up and down his length. “Fuck.” He mutters into my skin. I grip him harder, causing him to moan. I move my hand again. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.” He kisses my cheek. I stop my movement, and grin at him. He bites my lower lip, releasing it again from his teeth. “That's mine, stop biting it.” He growls. I nod, giving him a cheeky smile. 

He watches me, I return his gaze. I don’t notice him moving, until he slips inside of me. I gasp, as he watches me with a smirk on his face. I look down at our bodies connected together. I clench around his length, as he moves slowly in and out of me. I watch his face, he closes his eyes, sighing as he rocks back and forth. I place a kiss on his lips. He opens his eyes, looking at me lovingly. He kisses me gently, picking up his pace. I pant into his mouth as he continues to kiss me. I moan as he rams into me. “You feel so good, Joe.” I whimper, gripping at his back, running my nails down his skin. One of his arms holds the head board above us as the other cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my flesh. We continue to stare at each other, I watch him enjoy me as he does the same. He removes his hand from my cheek, snaking it down between my legs. I cry out as his thumb rubs circles on my bud of nerves. “What do you want Y/N?” He asks in between pants. “I want you Joe.” I moan. He presses into my core as he moves faster in and out of me. The sound of panting, moans and skin slapping together fill the room. He calls out my name, as I do the same. 

“Please Joe, don’t stop.” I beg him almost over the edge. He kisses me hard. Going deeper inside of me, I whine into his mouth, as he groans in mine. We climax together. I feel my body shake under his as my walls clench around him. I feel him finish inside of me as he moans into my hair. He lowers himself down to lie on me. We lie together, panting, coming down from our highs. I hugged him tightly to me as he stroked my hair. We don’t move or pull away from each other basking in each other’s bodies. He pulls back enough to look at my face, he smiles warmly at me, kissing me softly on my lips. “You know what?” He says. 

“What?” I ask brushing the hair off his forehead, grinning at him. 

“I don’t think I hate you.” He states, making me chuckle. 

“Well I hope not.” I say between laughs. 

“No, I think I love you.” His eyes meet mine, as he takes me in. 

“I love you.” I whisper, kissing him gently. He kisses me back lovingly. 

[ithinkabouttzu]

Kinktober Special: Joe Liebgott x Reader

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

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut ofc; romance

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

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

BoB Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[b00ks1ut]

It’s All About Trust

Joe Liebgott X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, war, fluff (an attempt anyway I think), swearing, Briefly mention of reader being a medic, reader has a shit ton of siblings (relatable), not that many physical descriptions if any, mentions of death, normal Band of Brothers stuff

Sorry if this is bad. I’ve never written any BoB fanfiction and really have like hardly any writing experience at all so hopefully this isn’t horrible. Please give me feed back if you want. Thank you! Also sorry for the ending. It’s kinda abrupt but it’s the best I could get lol

Bois Jacques is hell. A very very cold hell. Nothing could truly combat the cold that seeps into everyone around me. Not even the plainish slop they feed us in an attempt at food. Or in the current case, cold, hard “pancakes”, or that’s what Domingus says they are.

Don pokes at his and calls after our ever so kind cook, “Joe these smell like my armpit!”

“At least your armpit is warm.” Skip grumbles from Malarkey’s side as he holds his pancake up for emphasis.

“You want syrup with that?” Domingus sasses back to him.

“Joe, be honest, what’s in these things anyway?” Don asks the retreating man.

“Nothing you won’t eat, Malarkey.” He replies.

“I won’t eat Malarkey.” Spina shoots back quickly causing us all grouped up to let out a chorus of laughs.

Julian brings back the topic of Babe and Spina’s run in with a German on their search for 3rd Battalion. “Hey, maybe Hinkle would like your share, huh?”

This happens to hit my funny bone and I let out a snort leading to the rest of the men’s laughter to only further increase until Peacock comes around looking for Dike.

“Try battalion CP, sir.” I tell the man. The rest of us wait for him to walk away on his hunt for the company CO before we break our into giggles again.

“Try Paris.” Skip laughs.

“Try Hinkle.” Malarkey adds, only increasing our laughter and before I know it tears are pricking my eyes.

Spina begins his less than great German impression and I have to leave before I piss myself laughing.

I seem to run into a brick wall in my way back to my foxhole, tears of laughter still stinging my eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that (y/n/n).” A deep southern voice speaks from above me.

I take a look and send a smile at the blonde who’s got me held by the shoulders.

“You’re all good Bull, no harm done.” I tell him as I step out of his hold. “Sorry about that.”

“No harm done.” He repeats before walking away with a smile sent to me.

I continue to make my way back to my temporary home of a frozen foxhole. I look down to find none other than Joseph Liebgott.

I’ve always had a soft spot for the rageful Jew. I don’t think it’s any specific thing that made me so drawn to him but rather his whole entire being.

On the other hand he’s never shown any direct attraction to me. Sure nearly all the men of Easy have sent me a glance at least once but I don’t blame them, I’m one of the few women they’ve interacted with past a single night in around 2 years. But past a glance none of the boys have soberly tried anything.

Especially Joe. He’s not unfriendly to me but he’s never really gone out of his way to interact with me. Not until now.

He’s sitting alone in my foxhole, hands tucked under his armpits, gun leaning in the dirt next to him, and his eyes intensely trained on the line.

“Joe? Did you get lost?” I ask him with a small laugh.

“Uh?” He looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “Not lost, just looking for someone to talk to.”

“Luz’s hole is like 2 over that way.” I told him pointing in the direction of the jester’s own hiding place.

“Well good thing I wasn’t looking for George then, yeah?” He says with his trademark smirk. “I can leave if you’d like me to, though.”

"You're fine, but can I ask a question?" I asked as I began the short descent into the frozen foxhole.

"Shoot away (y/l/n)." The Californian told me, looking back at the line across the cold, white field.

"Why are you talking to me? I'm don't mean to be rude but you've never put any effort into having any interaction with me." I asked sitting across from him and stuffing my frozen hands into my jacket pockets.

"I'm just trying to be friendly. No time better than the present, right? Do you have a problem with that? I can leave if you need me to." Joe had begun to get a little defensive but that's hardly surprising when he'll jump at a chance to be upset, whether isn’t reasonable or not.

"Why now? There's hardly a point in making friends when fucking Babe and Spina barely just ran from a Kraut fucking foxhole so excuse my confusion at your extremely sudden olive branch when we're all about to be sent home either on a stretcher or in an enveloped as a piece of shitty metal with our names stamped into it!" I grabbed my dog tags and shook them for emphasis. It took all of my self control to not start yelling or crying, but I could feel the sting of unshed tears at my eyes. "We're all going to be blown to kingdom come by all of this damned artillery." I whisperd.

"Hey. That's not true. We've made it this far but look at us. Sitting in this frozen hell hole and you're alive, I'm alive, and so is Bull and George, Don, Babe, Doc, Skip, Penkala, Perco, and Buck and Lip." He began listing some of the guys we had been with for so long. "I know it's scary and there's not a single thing I can promise you to make anything seem ok, because I'm scared and I have no clue what's going to happen even 10 seconds from now but one thing I can tell you that might make you feel slightly better is that you've made it this far. You made it through Sobel's shitty personalty, Normandy, Carentan, and I know that if you have made it this far without a scratch then what can take you down? You’re what, one of nine kids back at home, you managed to talk and work your way into the airborne and then continue to be an absolute badass throughout boot camp and combat!” He took a break to really look at me and I took that as an opportunity to defend myself and my feelings.

“I’m really flattered but don’t you think I’ve been too lucky? I’ve come so far with nothing more than a bruise and I’m sure the next thing you know I’ll be blown to pieces! I don’t know why I thought I could do this, Joe! I’m fucking terrified and there’s no where to go!” I can feel the tears beginning to well in my eyes and in a sorry attempt to stop them I look to the sky. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore.”

“Hey, you can’t go thinking like that. You’re going to make it out of here alive. I need you to believe that because trust me when I say that you are the toughest damned woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

The tears couldn’t be held any longer and the dam broke, salty waves rolling down the sides of face into my hair line. A sob escaped my lips before I could muffle it with a fist that had been stuffed between my lips only seconds too late.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, (y/n), we’re all feeling it, you’re the only one brave enough to let anyone see it.”

I let out a scoff. ‘Brave’ is not the right word to use. “I’m pathetic. I’m sitting here crying, doing nothing to help anyone around me who has it worse. I’m a a medic for fuck’s sake, I shouldn’t be crying when I routinely see how bad I could have it.”

Joe had only pulled me closer and wrapped his other arm around me, essentially cradling my shaking form. “Don’t you see? That’s what makes you so brave, (y/n). You see all these men in so much pain and put yourself in harms way to make sure they get patched up and safe. You are completely allowed to be overwhelmed and scared and cold and any other feeling a person can have. Not one man here would blame you for being upset right now. They know that as long as you are safe so are they, because when shit goes down you’re always there to help us.” He was talking so softly and so gently that I couldn’t help but cry harder.

“Oh fuck.” I muttered , wiping at my eyes. “I’m sorry Joe.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Doll.” He gave me an affectionate pat. “Just know that you are such a light in the dark here, and not one of the men in these woods would judge you right now.”

I gave him a weak smile and sniffed, wiping at my eyes and nose. “Thank you, Joe, really. I’m forever grateful.”

“Oh don’t mention it, just don’t go telling anyone that I give out cuddles, I can’t have my reputation ruined like that.” Joe snickered with his smirk and a pat to my side.

“Your secret is safe with me as long as you don’t go telling people I cry.” I tittered and wrapped my arm around his neck.

“Your secret is safe with me, (y/n).”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“It’s all about trust. I trust you, you trust me; that’s how this has to work, yeah?” I was nearly bumping noses with him and if I wanted to I could just lean in a little and kiss him. The thought quickly crosses my mind but part of me knows better.

“I trust you, Joseph Liebgott.” I meant it, with more of my heart than I thought was still there.

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x Fem reader.

Part 2 - the link for part 1 will be linked at the end :)

I’m not sure how many parts this will have, I’m just really in the mood to write about Speirs and this specific scenario! I’ve chosen to give fem reader a name of Jenny, idk why I just watched Forest Gump and it sprung to mind hahaha. but anyway, tw, mentions of sex, sexual references and tension, swearing, drinking, oral, fraternising in the army (big nono) and a little mention of reader feeling sad/ worried…

May 16th 1945, Zell am See, Austria:

Austria was beautiful, it was scenic and relaxing. The harrowing trauma’s of war was now a sour, lingering memory that none of us could quite shake. Germany and here were the closest we’d been to home in a long time, so on my days off I’d tried to make the most of what relaxation was again. When my mind wasn’t so plagued with the horrors of war, and I wasn’t treating the few injuries there was out here, there was something else, much more personal, filling my mind. And that of course was Captain Ronald Speirs.

Ever since our encounter in Germany, I’d avoided him at all costs, our interactions were slim to none. Well, I say that, but the lingering eye contact and shared glimpses across the room became a lot more prominent in the week since we’d slept together. I worried that he wouldn’t want to look or speak to me, that I was just some drunken fun, which I understood, that didn’t hurt my feelings. But the thought of him not wanting to speak to me or interact with me made me overwhelmingly anxious every time I was in a room with him. “Why do we even need anymore of these patrols anyway?” Betty muttered, trailing behind me as I chewed on the inside of my cheek worriedly. “Cos we’re an occupational force now, be lucky we’re not actually the ones patrolling, they coulda’ easily put us back treatin’ all those poor souls in the camps.” I shuddered at Helen’s worlds, the thought of heading back to those camps was enough to set me into a raging fit of horror. There was six of us army nurses left, Elizabeth was taken off the line due to a bad wound to her left leg, and Alice, my closest friend, was killed back in Bastogne.

“Mmmmh, yeah, I suppose.” Betty uneasily replied, my feet kicking on the grassy floor with a firm pout spread across my face. “What’s up with you?” Mary, the chief nurse then nudged up besides me. My head snapped up, shaking out of my moody daze. “Just wonderin’ what they’re gonna tell us in here.” I chewed on my lip. It wasn’t particularly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth as well. “Oh, you know, the same old.” She squeezed my arm out of a small gesture of support. Oh, if only she knew the truth. She’d be slapping the back of my hands. The only person I’d 10000% trust with this news was Alice, she’d tell me exactly what to do, but she wasn’t here. “Fun.” I forced a half arsed smile, the six of us scrambling inside and joining our platoons. I was now the sole nurse for second platoon, whilst that didn’t mean much now, back after Bastogne and in Haguenau, the pressure I felt couldn’t have been any worse. What was even more fun, was when I walked in, I realised we were being briefed by Speirs, our commanding officer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My face was as red as it could be, and every time his eyes landed on me I averted my gaze. It wasn’t feelings I harboured, or at least I didn’t think, I just felt insanely awkward and he was so insanely attractive. Flashbacks filled my mind of when we slept together, the way he was kissing me, how he was holding my face. Oh my god, my stomach would fill with butterflies each and every time. I’d then feel guilty for allowing such dirty thoughts and images to fill my mind, especially in a room of people, but I couldn’t help it. “You’re quiet.” Joe Liebgott nudged me, again, startling me out of my daydream. “Uh?” I answered a little too loud causing a few people to glimpse at me. Oops. “Oh, I’m just listening.” I whispered, hearing Joe attempt to hold back a snort of laughter at my lie. The moment of complete serious had me holding back laughter as a soft giggle escaped my lips, my hand moving up to stop me from giggling further. Worst of all, when I looked up to see if anybody had noticed, I made direct eye contact with Captain Speirs. That was the only thing that could destroy my laughter quicker than it started. His brows almost twitched at my laughter, but he was quick to divert his attention elsewhere. Great, now he probably thinks I was laughing at him. “Don’t.” I whispered, nudging Joe in a fake annoyance for setting me off.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He muttered back as I flashed him another amused smirk before turning back to the front. Eye contact with Speirs, again. Fuck. My face twitched out of awkwardness before turning back to my lap. “You’re making me laugh.” I uttered out, avoiding looking at the boy next to me who would make me cackle. “Not my problem…”

The meeting was soon dismissed a few minutes later, and I was relieved to get out of there, ready to scurry off until the request of my name almost made me jump out of my skin.

“Uh, Nurse Carmine, would you stay back for a minute, ma’m?” It was Captain Speirs. Joe nudged my arm in a way to say ‘good luck’ before he left with the rest of the men and women. “Yes, sir.” I politely responded, lingering on the edge of the table as he didn’t wait for the last people to exit the room. I don’t know what came over me, but the urge to laugh and smile was too strong. I grimaced my smile back, desperate to not burst out in nervous giggles. “Are you okay?” He asked unexpectedly, my head lifted to see him standing right there in front of me. Ugh, why did he have to be all handsome and brooding. “Yeah, I’m good, sir. Are you?” Again, I remained as polite as possible, acting oblivious to what happened between us the other week. Maybe if I act like nothing happened, then I could actually act somewhat less awkward around him. “Yeah.” He breathed out, moving a little closer which made my breath audibly hitch. He gave me a funny look before grabbing some papers and handing them directly to me. “Oh.” I awkwardly spoke, “these are yours, and I wanted to ask if you’d fill in instead of Nurse Johnson tonight? If I’m honest we need someone with a little more experience.” He looked directly into my eyes when he spoke to me, it was more than I could do, hell. “Oh, okay. Is there something bad planned tonight?” I gently asked, my hands gripping on the table besides me. Ron’s eyes slightly glanced down me, and I didn’t know if it was intentional or if I’d made it up in my head, but it still somehow turned me on stupidly fast.

“No, but it’s a Saturday night.” He inhaled. “Men are getting rowdy and there’s too much alcohol loose, I’ll give you all of next weekend off in return?” A smile once again grew on my face. “Sure- I mean, thank you sir.” I corrected as he flashed me a small smile. “I’ll see you tonight at 10, checkpoint is same as always.”

Nine hours and lots of pacing later, I was stood with the rest of the men gathered for the patrol. I didn’t really like being the only girl, I liked my girl company, but three years in the military really strips that away from you. It turns out Captain Speirs was right, as always, there was plenty of drunken men coming in with the most stupid accidents until the early hours of the morning. It was safe to say I was exhausted by the end of it, luckily none of the casualties were fatal, Spina and I had done a good job of patching the men up and I was pretty proud of the two of us.

I’d taken a shower before leaving that night, just as I’d gotten all ready for bed, I’d remembered I’d left my bag in the field hospital. God knows who could’ve snuck into the tent at anytime, so I had to rush back out in the darkness, alone to retrieve my things. I was dressed simply in my small night gown, with a large jumper hugging around me for protection against the nippy air of the cool Austrian night.

Rummaging around, I was relieved to find my bag exactly where I left it, nothing had been looted or moved but- “oh my god!” I was startled to the core when a figure snuck into the tent besides me. Spinning around defensively, I noticed it was only Captain Speirs with a stunned expression on his face. “Why are you still in here?!” Once he seemed to calm from his shock, he questioned me, walking over to where I was stood. “I left my bag, I-I had to run out to get it.” The hand on his gun fell when he realised it was only me. I was a little stunned by the fright in his voice, but I figured after being on edge for years, it was hard to rid the feeling. I knew it all too well. “I thought you were-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head. “I thought you were a Kraut.” When I least expected it, a soft laugh escaped his lips. My mouth was still hung slightly agape, a borderline forced giggle left my mouth. “Do I look like a Kraut?” I very slowly asked, a hint of playfulness covering my voice as I stepped closer towards the exit, and therefore closer to him. “In the dark, maybe.” He muttered out, clearly joking. “Well I’m offended.” I giggled, twisting my hands together as I glanced back down to them. “You shouldn’t be.” He muttered, as I felt him stepping a little closer to me. Instantly, I felt like I was on fire, I swallowed the anxious lump in my throat, nerves making me fidgety, as when I looked up he was a lot closer to me now. “I shouldn’t?” My gaze roamed over his face, tilting my chin up so I could face him better now. Ron shook his head as I held my breath, anticipating whatever the fuck was about to happen between us. “Thank you for doing this tonight.” A shy smile grew on my face as I shrugged, “it’s fine, honestly. Wasn’t that bad.” The way I was gazing up to him must’ve practically been oozing desperation, I hoped he got the hint, because I could feel myself getting more hot and bothered. There was so much tension between us, lingering around in the darkness, and whatever I was overthinking before suddenly seemed unimportant when he was stood there looking so handsome. Ron stepped closer, head dropping down to my level as he gently lifted a hand up to my hip, leaning down to kiss me slowly, yet deeply.

God, the action was so smooth, he had me melting into him within an instant. The kiss was a lot less of a mess compared to the last drunken one, I hadn’t kissed somebody sober in years, so it almost felt foreign to me.

I hope I hadn’t forgotten how to kiss, oh my god. A singular hand resting on the back of my damp hair, made me hum a little against his lips. He was such a good kisser, moving his lips against mine slowly. Only when his hands ran down the small of my back, over my hips and back up to my waist did I doubt what I was doing.

“Captain Speirs, sir, I-“ I jumped back, pulling off from the kiss as both our hands remained on one another. “Mmh?” He genuinely seemed confused, concerned, it gave an innocent kinda look to him. “What’s wrong?” He then panicked, hands sliding off me as I glanced around the empty tent, lost on what to say. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ he began to step away, but I prevented him when my hand landed on his shoulder.

“Wait-“ I whispered, moving back up to kiss him once more. We shared a few small kisses, borderline pecks, until the kiss became passionate once again. “Are you okay?” He asked, once again, I found it a little funny, him striking up a conversation in the middle of this. We’d spoken more in the past 2 minutes than we ever had. “Yeah.” I muttered against his lips, nodding into the kiss as I felt myself stumbling backwards, back pressing against the edge of the table top. Pulling me upwards, and into his body, Speirs rested a hand on my lower back and I could slowly feel my inhibitions becoming none existent as I continued to make out with my commanding officer.

All worrying thoughts aside, it actually felt dirty and fun, like a little secret- our secret. And that turned me on. The way Speirs’s manhood was already hardening for me after just kissing, I questioned if he’d been feeling like this about me all day? I had flashbacks to when I last had his cock inside of me, I began needing that so desperately again. Before I could register it fully, my hand was pushed down his pants, stroking over his erection as he panted slowly against the kiss. No words were spoken as I pulled him out of the confinements of his uniform trousers, sinking down to my knees to perform oral sex on him.

I enjoyed myself, my skills from years ago came back from muscle memory, and the sight of Speirs trying to stay quiet was overwhelmingly sexy. My head was bobbing at a fast rate, Speirs was tense and held the back of my head, taking deep breaths to prevent any moans or groans escaping his mouth. With a quick tap on the hand, I pulled off and his hand wrapped over mine, over his cock as he very quickly reached his peak and came into his hand with a shudder and a slight groan.

Slightly proud, and extremely turned on, I stood up, smiling up to the breathless man. His attention quickly turned up to me as I smiled softly. “Oh, tissues.” I quickly remembered, feeling a little awkward before retrieving them so he could clean up the mess and dispose of the tissues after. Once Speirs had tucked himself back in his pants and semi tidied himself up I felt a little awkward, knowing I probably should leave to avoid being caught by any nursing staff coming in to start their early shifts. “I gotta go.” I whispered, watching him tucking his shirt back into his uniform trousers. “Leave after me, people will see.” I informed him, his hand stroking over my hand, dropping it when I’d headed off out of the tent with a slight bounce in my walk. Holy fucking shit- how and why had that just happened, if I was in a torn mindset about it before, now how was I supposed to feel?!

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heres the link for part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bellewintersroe/714865960607236096/i-dont-think-hitler-would-mind-us-staying-here?source=share

part 3 should be more interesting than this, this is just a little filler chapter.

[brassknucklespeirs]

I love your writing! May I be bestowed with the knowledge of little facts about your wips while we wait? There's no rush and your readers know that you have a life outside of this hellsite.

oh wow i cant even begin to explain how good this kind of comment makes me feel, thank you so much for your support oh my gosh

And why yes of course you can, let me delve into the random world that is my drafts... (this definitely turned into more than just little facts but...oh well)

Trust Me I Know | Ronald Speirs x fem!reader

This one is kinda definitely one of my favourite drafts I have atm, there's not a lot actually written down for it but a lot of stuff in my head. It's a pining!speirs fic where he has no bloody clue how to deal with his feelings for the reader so he just kinda pretends he doesn't have any but it doesn't work the way he thinks it does. The reader, being too observant of him for her own good (because she too is quite interested in the lad), notices all the little looks he tries not to give her and the way he hovers in a weird places between too close to be just officer and soldier but too far away for it to be considered anything else. One day one of the men notices the way his gaze lingers on the woman and says to her "You know, I think Speirs might have a little thing for you Y/N. He seems to be trying to burn a hole through my skull with the way he's glaring at me." And she just kinda chuckles in amusement and looks Speirs dead in the eye before saying to the one who she's speaking to "Trust me, I know."

Forever | George Luz x fem!reader

This one is the big sad. Like it's going to tear peoples hearts out and it does not have a happy ending at all. It's framed around the song 'Forever' by Lewis Capaldi, especially the lyrics "nobody said that we would last forever, that doesn't mean we didn't try to get there" the first half to three quarters is going to be super sweet fluff and showing different stages of their relationship and then the end is just....it's gonna hurt i'm sorry to say

Big Spoon, Little Spoon | Joe Liebgott x fem!reader

Ahhhhh this one is going to be fun. It's a comedic fluffy fic to lighten the mood since pretty much every other fic i've written somehow involves trauma in detail. This one is definitely going to be a bit more lighthearted like my 'He Definitely Doesn't Hate Me' Speirs fic. Short and sweet likely. It's based on a night out where the reader and Joe's relationship is shown to be very fun and full of teasing. At the end of the night, Joe asks the reader if she's ready to head to bed and she turns to him in front of a table full of the other men and says "Can I be the little spoon for once?". He pretends to brush it off like it's one big joke and says to her "You're lucky I fucking love you, you pain in the ass." So that all the men can hear, before leaning down to whisper in her ear "but yes, just this once"

Glorious Basterds | Ron Speirs

EE this one has been imprinted in my brain since before i even started writing but i just know i have to get it right or it's going to drive me insane. It's a Band of Brothers/Inglorious Basterds crossover that i'm quite excited for. I'm still unsure at this point whether or not i'm making it a reader insert or a OC because as i said in a post the other day, this one is detailed and descriptive of many not nice things such as the main character being a bit nuts and very aggressively murdering nazis and it is going to be very descriptive of gorey subjects (as they do in the movie). Pretty much she's had her entire family killed and is very much in the middle of her revenge era. It takes place around Bastogne and onwards. The current main part of the first part of the fic (which at this point is going to be several parts i think) is the basterds helping with the capture of Foy. After this, there is an interrogation of some Nazi officers that had been running from the basterds as they know they have information they want. The main character is known as Azrael which is the name of the angel of death, and most people don't realise she's a woman until they see her in person. She's got impeccable aim and is known for being pretty creative with the way she kills people. In this one specific part she is the one doing the interrogation of the three officers and she kinda picks them off one by one in different ways while easy company kinda watches in complete awe. The story will follow mostly her but will include a relationship with speirs as it progresses

Hide and Seek | Joe Toye x fem!reader

This one is pretty cute ngl. It's set in the pub in england after they've come back from D-Day. Joe doesn't talk about his wife much to anyone because he likes to keep the idea of her to himself because she is just the most beautiful being on earth to him. It's just another fun little fic where she surprises him in the pub as she joined the new female trooper squad and it's gonna be a lot of fluff and a lot of fun as she gets introduced to all the boys who are super confused at this random stunning woman who's somehow made joe smile nonstop since she's arrived

See You Later | Ron Speirs x fem!reader

This is a mix of sad and fluffy. So the reader and Ron were not necessarily together but very much in love all throughout the war. Once it gets to the end and he says he wants to stay, she fights the feeling of wanting to beg him to come home with her and lets him go. They decide its for the best they don't keep in touch or anything because it would just be too hard. Now this one is gonna be an interesting one for me ngl cause i often write my fic based during the war and not after so it's gonna be a goodie. I've made it where after the war, the reader ends up becoming a famous performer and she gets a surprise birthday party thrown for her and all of the company are there except ron it would seem. But she gets a few very big surprises as the night goes on. One part of this fic includes the reader breaking down to her mother on the floor of their living room and says to her "I lost him mommy, and i don't think i'm ever going to get him back." As you can tell, it's def gonna be a good mix of the big sad but it ends on a good note i promise.

Weirdly, this one came to me while listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, obviously something about Ewan McGregor singing love songs gets the cogs in my brain moving.

It's In The Way You Move | Dick Winters x fem!reader

Idk what's gonna go on in this one quite yet but i know it's going to be sweet. It's like the story of someone who's pretty emotionally unavalible but finds comfort in her friend and fellow officer Dick Winters. Things progress weirdly and they know they both love each other and he's said it several times but she hasn't. It's kinda just a story of how you come to realise that you don't always have to say the words 'i love you' to show that you love someone wholeheartedly.

Sometimes It's Not Enough | Lipton x fem!reader

This fic is going to be one expressing the story of someone who's fallen in love but has little to no level of physical touch as a love language just because they've never really known that kind of love before. It follows reader and Lip through a long relationship that they both have to grow through as it's quite hard for each of them having different ways of showing their love. One day the reader kinda loses it and just crawls into Lip's lap for a cuddle. It's def fluffy, and shows how love doesn't always have to include PDA and excessive touching for it to be deep and real.

I also have more but they are barely developed at all and there's really not much to mention about them quite yet.

[chcrrypit]

someone PLEASE give me ron speirs or joe liebgott BoB series or fic recommendations !! i prefer x fem!reader writings and i also like them to be quite lengthy instead of short. if you have any send me some or shoot me a message ! :D

[auroralightsthesky]

Bestie I’m having a hard time and I literally love your writing so much. Could I get a modern au of Joe Liebgott x fem reader dealing with bullies?

Ok where is that gif of a happily shocked Chris Pratt when you need it?? (lol)😂😂😂 Lovely I'd be happy to oblige.

You and Joe were already nervous enough at having to put your kids in school. Your oldest was in 1st grade, your daughter not far behind in preschool and the twins you had just brought home from the hospital

The first few days had gone fine but about two weeks into the beginning of the school year you noticed that your son, Nathan, came home with odd looking bruises on him

You were a teacher yourself and started to get suspicious

Joe even asked his brother-in-law who was one of the local cops (believe me if something goes wrong it doesn't hurt in the least to have connections to the local police officers or the state troopers)

And that was when the both of you decided to keep an eye on Nathan

But every time he came home he'd have scratches and bruises all over him

And every time you asked him what happened, he'd say he fell

One day Nathan had let it slip that he was being bullied really badly at school for trying to break up a fight

So Joe took him aside and gave him a bit of a talk

"Alright bud here's the deal. I'm not gonna tolerate you starting any fights, BUT......you have my full permission to end them.....and if the teacher gives you any flack for it, they'll have me to contend with."

So you sent the kids to school the next day

And you had just put the twins to sleep when the phone in the kitchen rang

You and Joe headed down to the school where you found Nathan sitting in the school police officer's room (technically I think they're called "resource officers" but I don't remember. We had one at my middle school and she was FUCKING AWESOME!!!)

The officer was arguing with the teacher and it was getting a little bit heated

Both had a chance to tell their sides of the story but man did Joe give the nasty little witch an earful

Nathan may have taken Joe's advice a little too seriously and ended the bully's antics in a rather unconventional way

When Joe asked Nathan what he did, he said that he "manchecked" the kid, a ninth grader who was about two heads taller than he was

You and Joe had no idea what he meant. When the officer told you what a "man check" really meant the three of you busted out laughing

Nathan was lucky not to be suspended but the witchy teacher ended up getting a pink slip about two weeks later

You and Joe were proud of Nathan for standing up

But prouder still that you had raised a good kid.....even if he handled things in a rather.....unorthodox manner

Sorry if this was a little lengthy or had too many explanations o friend o mine, I was thinking back to some of my middle school days when I wrote this. I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

[liebegott]

Ya know a lil post war Lieb where you’re married but he’s flirting with you would really water my crops... bonus if he says the word titties hehe ~ twin

Bell Peppers & Balconies. | Joseph Liebgott

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REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!

pairing: liebgott x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: none except he mentions titties so idk oops!

a/n: ahh i’m so sorry, for some reason, when i wrote this, my eyes completely focused on the titties line instead of the married line! so i accidentally wrote them not married. i’m so sorry 🥺 huge thanks to @vintagelavenderskies who reminded me that stargazing existed!

this is probably my favourite oneshot i’ve ever written, so i hope you enjoy it! thank you all for reading. 💓

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Water splashed against your foot, the contents of your watering can spilling onto the balcony under yours. You quietly cursed, stepping aside and rushing to turn off the faucet. It was like any other day, summer just around the corner, and as usual, you tended to your small garden, a couple of planter boxes fastened to the railing of your balcony. 

It was 1945. The war had just ended, and though everything was normal for a while now, the difference soldiers coming home made was striking. You had moved to San Francisco right after most of the men shipped out, so their return made a difference to everyone but you.

With summer rolling in, you worried about your bell peppers that had started sprouting. It was rarely bright and sunny where you lived, but your small apartment faced south, allowing your tiny, makeshift backyard to receive as much sunlight as possible for your vegetables.

You lived in a corner apartment, and the apartment beside yours was empty, so your floor was quiet, noise coming only from the bustle of the streets below. Today was no different. 

Or so you thought.

“You water them any more and they’ll drown,” a voice said to you, and for a moment, you thought you had hallucinated. On the balcony beside yours stood a skinny man, still in his military uniform, leaning on the railing. “I’m serious, that’s way too much water.”

Tilting your watering can, you placed it on a wooden stool, surveying the damage. It was one of your bad habits- getting so lost in thought, staring off into the distance. It was a surprise any of your vegetables had grown at all. 

“Oops,” you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, “They’ll be fine.. I hope.” The man chuckled, the sound of his laugh so clear despite the honking of the traffic on the streets under you. 

He leaned down on the railing on his elbows, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it in such swift movements. You never liked smoking, hated the smell of cigarettes, but briefly, as you watched him exhale, you loved it. The man saw you eye him from his peripherals and turned to you, throwing you a wink.

“I hope so too,” he mumbled, flicking spent ashes to the ground below, “Can’t have spaghetti without tomatoes can we? Those are tomatoes aren’t they?” 

You shook your head gently. “No, bell peppers. My tomatoes didn’t grow,” a frown appeared on your face and the man clucked his tongue. He moved in his place, resting on his back on the warm metal to face you. “Did you just get back?” You cursed yourself in your head for such a stupid question, as he was in fact, still in his hat.

The man nodded absentmindedly, taking another drag from his cigarette and exhaling before speaking. “Yep, just moved in as well,” he smiled kindly, the smile-lines around his mouth deepening, “Glad my ‘ma chose this apartment.”

Turning back towards the horizon, you sighed happily. “It has the best view,” you replied, “You’re really lucky.”

“I sure am,” the man grinned, but his eyes remained trained on her, “I’ve got a pretty neighbour with bell peppers as well.” You couldn’t fight the blush appearing on your cheeks. 

“Would you like to come over for dinner?” you suddenly blurted out, surprising the both of you, you a little more. He seemed pleased, flicking away his cigarette and watching it drop to the ground. 

Rubbing his hands together, he walked closer to his balcony ledge, a smirk on his face. “That’s a surprise,” he said, your cheeks heating up once more, “I was just about to ask you the same thing. Except, I don’t have any furniture.”

“Ask me then,” you said, unsure where this boldness was coming from. He was a complete stranger, and you had only been speaking for a few minutes. 

The man chuckled again, and you wish he wouldn’t stop this time, the sound sweet in your ears. “What’s your name?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“Y/N.”

He smiled, and you curled a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, Y/N,” he began, leaning in as close as the gap between your balconies would allow, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

———

Fidgeting, you gently brought your knuckles to the door and knocked. You heard shuffling inside before he swung the door wide open, a large grin on his face. “You really came,” Joe breathed a sigh of relief, puzzling you.

“Of course I did,” you said matter-of-factly, “I’m literally four steps away.” He ushered you into his bare apartment and looked around, slightly embarrassed. Joe looked different out of his uniform, without a cigarette, and without any furniture.

He looked like a young man, not the confident one he had introduced himself as on his balcony. You weren’t sure which version of him you liked more.

“I made food,” you smiled at him, lifting a warm bowl of pasta, “No tomatoes. It's bell pepper and cream though, if that’s okay with you.” 

He whistled. “You made something too? I swear I was joking about the spaghetti,” Joe laughed, a smile growing on your face as well, “But thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Leading you through the sparse living areas, which only had his suitcase and a mattress on the floor, Joe’s face reddened. “Haven’t gotten the chance to buy furniture,” he gave you a lopsided grin, “But I promise, the next time you come over, I’ll at least have a couch you can sit on.”

Everything he said came out so easily, and yet every word made you blush. Stepping onto the small balcony, your heart skipped yet another beat. 

Joe had placed down blankets and pillows on the metal floor. You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “This is amazing, Joe,” you breathed. And it truly was, despite how simple the whole thing was. 

He settled himself down on a pillow, patting the one beside him for you to sit as well. You placed the bowl down between you, taking out plates and forks. From where you were seated, you could see the whole San Francisco skyline, the sky pink as the sun slowly hid for the evening.

“Well,” he began, a wide grin on his face, “I had a beautiful girl comin’ over. I figured I’d have to impress her even without furniture.”

There he went again, with each word, crawling his way into your heart. “Good job, Sergeant Liebgott,” you winked at him, “You can consider me impressed.”

“Oh boy,” he piped, facing heavenward, “Being called Sergeant has never sounded so good.” You no longer fought back a smile, your heart feeling warm as you scooped up some pasta for him.

The two of you sat there, and once the food was finished, your stomachs both full, you and Joe peeked through the railings to see who could spot the number of cabs that passed by first. Joe eventually got tired of losing, despite you knowing his eyes were far more observant than yours-- you realised later on he was letting you win.

Leaning back down against the glass sliding door, a pillow between the two of you, you both watched the night sky, illuminated by the bright lights of Mainstreet. Joe was easy to talk to, your conversations ranging from his family to before the war. You were apprehensive, skirting around the edges of his actual time in Europe, but learned a thing or two about the men he served with.

“It's always bright here, is it?” he mumbled after a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you. You looked at him to see him gazing towards the darkened sky, his face blank. You nodded, not saying anything. “It was never really ever completely dark in Belgium either.”

You knew of the ‘Battered Bastards of Bastogne,’ almost everyone did. But you never realised the man beside you, so young and so alive, had been one of them. “What was it like?” you asked him, your voice quiet and unsure. 

He turned to look at you and gave you a reassuring smile-- ask me, his eyes seemed to say. “Sometimes it’d be so dark, you wouldn’t be able to see your hands in front of you,” Joe said, extending his arms in front of him to glance at his hands, “And then a light will pierce through the sky. You’d see it through the trees, and hear a high-pitched whistle.” 

You tried to imagine everything he was saying, looking up at the sky and pretending you were surrounded by a canopy of trees. Joe put a hand on your shoulder and shook his head. “Then when it’d come down, you’ll force yourself to think of a reason to stay alive,” he finished, his eyes trained on you, yet looking somewhere else, somewhere far. Belgium.

Cupping his cheek gently, you whispered, “What reasons did you give yourself?”

“My family,” he sighed, shutting his eyes, leaning into your touch, “But also the idea of driving my cab around again. Meeting a girl with soft titties and a smile to die for. All the little Liebgotts we’d make.” Joe said the last sentence with a cheeky smile, no malice, and you pat his cheek gently, pulling away. You eventually learned Joe had the capability to make everything sad happy again. 

Both falling once more in a comfortable silence, the night drew nearer, and you realised you had to go. Standing at the door, your own just a few steps away, a strange feeling of sadness surrounded you. “Thank you for tonight,” you forced a smile.

Joe tapped your nose once. “Don’t frown,” he grinned, and you couldn’t help but grin as well, “We can have dinner again, this time. I’ll cook.”

“I sure hope it isn’t one of the stews you guys had in the forest you were telling me about.”

Joe feigned offence, a hand on his chest. “You’re missing out, I swear,” he scrunched his eyebrows together, “The bones give a real nice crunch.” You let out a laugh, your voice echoing through the quiet hall. You waved him goodnight, taking a few steps to your own apartment, and turning the key. 

“And Y/N,” he called, and you turned to see him, his eyes soft as he leaned on the doorway, “Finally met the girl.” 

You were wrong, sneaking a glance down at your chest. Today was definitely different.

[valterras]

May I request some Tab fluff? thank you ma’am, you’re doing the lords work 😔💘💘

not married.

floyd talbert x fem!reader

warnings: naughty language ;), that’s about it.

sorry it’s so short!! hope this is what you were thinking! :)

Floyd Talbert could feel his thumb rubbing over the crease on the yellowing photo of a beautiful young woman. The corners were worn and clearly not in the best shape. Tab didn’t mind. He expected the damage, having kept it in his breast pocket for all these years.

You had perfect H/C hair with dazzling E/C eyes. Your posture happened to be a little slumped, which Tab loved. ‘You don’t look all that superficial.’ He would joke, but you always knew he was teasing.

Meanwhile, Alton More, the previously mentioned man’s foxhole buddy, chuckled from his position beside his lovesick friend. “Damn Tab! Didn’t know you had a sister.”

The younger of the two scoffed, he was clearly annoyed and just wanted some time to himself.

“I don’t.” Floyd glared. “We’re engaged.” He stated simply.

Alton’s eyebrows raised in surprise. The older man only hummed, eyes narrowing in question. “What’s her name?”

“Y/N.” Tab smiled fondly. “Don’t tell the other fellas about her, will ya? I can’t have them drooling over my damned fiancé.”

Alton jokingly saluted. “Sir, yes sir.”

And that was that. Or so he thought.

**

Liebgott. It was always Liebgott.

“Hey Tabby! So a little birdy told me that you’re holding out on us boys.”

Floyd raised a single eyebrow in confusion. “What do you want, Joseph?”

Joe bit his tongue to try and prevent an argument. “Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever, Lieb. Get out of my face.”

Liebgott scoffed, crossing his arms as he lost his patience. “I just want a peak, no disrespect intended, man. Promise.”

Floyd’s shoulders slumped as he reached towards his breast pocket with a defeated sigh. Unclasping the button, Tab’s calloused fingers wrapped around the fragile paper and cautiously pulled it out. He looked down at the photograph longingly.

Joe huffed. Floyd snapped out of his daydream, slowly handing the man the photo.

“Just- just be careful with it, please.”

Liebgott flashed his comrade a genuine smile, followed with a nod.

He grabbed the yellow paper, squinting his eyes to try and focus on the beautiful woman. “Woah.”

“I know.” Tab chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “She’s stunning.”

Joe opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by the sound of multiple men approaching.

“Floyd!” Perconte called in a sing-song voice as his boots crunched through the thick snow. “So, hows the married life?”

Liebgott quickly shoved the picture back into his buddy’s waiting hands, who then quickly placed it in his pocket.

“I’m not married, bonehead.”

“Alton lied fellas, Floyd lost the photo ages ago. Guess we’ll have to go pester some other lucky bastard.” Joe explained. The men of easy sighed, frowns decorating their red faces. They all turned and slumped back to the food line.

Joe looked over his shoulder, winking at Tab before following the company.

Floyd sat dumbfounded, shivering in the snow. The only thought that came to his head was “I’m gonna kill More.”

tags: @legendarics @floydtab @hihosilvers @frhlyscmt

posted: 7/14/20

[malarkgirlypop]

hihi I had an idea with Joe Liebgott x Nurse where they despised each other in high school and never saw each other again after that. Once the war begins, reader volunteered to become a nurse in aid stations, and one day lieb gets shot in the ass lol and has to go to the aid station where she is. She never imagined he'd become her patient, and he never imagined they'd ever cross paths again, and it feels like they're back in high school all over again

enemies to lovers basically hihi 

Goody Part 1 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)

OMG This is the best idea. I hope that you like it. This is the first part! More to come after this. As soon as I got this message I dropped everything to write it. I'm so excited for the next part so stay tuned! Also let me know how smutty I can be ahaha. This is based off the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

Mr Lancy drones on, my eyes droop as he speaks. My brain can’t handle all the maths questions on the board. Maths is my least favourite subject for two reasons. One I hate it all the numbers they jumble together and I can never make sense of the questions and two Joseph Liebgott is in this class with me. We don’t get to pick our seats either, Mr Lancy isn’t nice enough for that. 

So when I walked in on the first day of the year I took my respective seat from the chart that was pinned to the board, I thought there must be an odd amount of students in the class since everyone had a desk partner except for me. I wasn’t too fussed, I was at the back of the class, so I could get away with doing nothing. The bell rang and in came Mr Lancy, he was calling the roster when Joe strolled in. Oh no! I thought, please don’t be my desk buddy! Joseph Liebgott had a reputation around school for being a miscreant, always getting into trouble. He once gave all the boys in our year the most dreadful skullets in the school toilets. He got suspended for a whole week. They never actually expel him, because he is one of the top scoring students in our year. I have no idea how he is so smart when he makes so many stupid choices. I groan internally as he makes a B-line to my desk. Joe and I have never gotten along, I like to follow rules unlike him and he likes to tease me for it.

“Ugh, I’m with you goody!” I glare at the boy as he slumps down into the seat next to me, using the shortened version of the nick-name he has for me, goody-two-shoes. 

“Don’t flatter yourself ass-hat, I’m not pleased to be with you either.” I growl at him, clenching my fists on the desk. No one pisses me off quite like Joe does, I see him and I just want to strangle him. 

“Ass-hat, that’s a good one. Where did you come up with that?” I roll my eyes, ignoring his taunting.  I know that if I bite we will end up in a fist fight on the floor and I do not need him getting me into trouble. 

So everyday I have to deal with the ass-hat that is Joseph Liebgott and maths. I sigh, looking at the clock, come on, how has it only been two minutes since I last checked the time. 

“Miss Y/L/N, how about you come up and solve this one!” Mr Lancy calls my name, snapping me from the thoughts, shit! I have not been paying attention at all. Joe chuckles from beside me seeing the panic on my face. I send daggers his way, he pretends to cower back. I plaster a tight smile to my face, and make my way to the front, taking the chalk from Mr Lancy. I stand in front of the board, my heartbeat accelerating, a sweat breaks out across my forehead. I don’t even get the equation on the board. I bit my lower lip, glancing out of the corner of my eye, Mr Lancy stands with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for me to solve the equation. My hand shakes as I raise the chalk, feeling pressured to write something. I shakily drag the chalk down the blackboard, it squeaks making me wince. I cringe, I just wrote one. Someone end my suffering. I plead quietly in my brain. A chortle of laughter comes from the back of the room, everyone turns to see Joe bright red in the face dying from a fit of giggles. I scowl at him as he wipes tears from his eyes. 

“Well if you think you can do better Mr Liebgott, by all means come up.” I sigh from relief, putting down the chalk and walking back to my seat, I pass Joe who makes his way to the front, he chuckles again as we pass. I clench my fists, don’t punch him. I take a breath trying to control my hatred. I sit down as Joe saunters to the front. He picks up the chalk erasing my shakey one with his hand. He solved the maths problem quickly. Turning and grinning at the class, some of the girls let out dreamy sighs. I roll my eyes. He makes eye contact with me, raising his eyebrows, giving me his signature smirk. I control myself from slapping the smug look off his face as he comes and sits down next to me again. 

“Aw goody, you’ll get it next time.” He teases. 

“Fuck off!” I say lowly. He chuckles again, knowing how to really get under my skin. I swear he takes pleasure in just pissing me off. 

Last day of the year, and we would’ve graduated high-school. I walk with my friends as we collect our year books. We look through the photos, laughing at the terrible ones that were submitted. We all sign each other’s books, writing cute notes to each other about how we will miss each other and how we need to stay in touch. I sit reading all the notes left for me, smiling down at my book. It’s ripped from my hands, I gasp looking up to find a smirking Joe. I groan out loud. 

“Give it back ass-hat!” I say standing, maybe this is the day I finally punch this guy in his big nose. 

“Aww how sweet!” He mocks pouting, reading all of the messages written. 

“Joe! Give it back, or I swear!” I say louder, stepping forward to grab the book from him, but he moves quickly away and holds the book over his head out of my reach. 

“Or you swear you'll do what?” He taunts. I raise my foot, harshly stomping on his toes. His smug look replaced with pain. He drops his guard, I take my chance. I leap up grabbing my book from his hand, not realising he is only standing on one foot. He loses his balance as I jump on him. We topple backwards, landing in a heap on the ground. I look down at our position, I straddle his torso, our faces very close together as we both grip the year book in our outstretched hands. I pant in his face, our eyes locking briefly. Before we both snap to our senses. 

“Oh god!” I shout, as he pushes me off him. “Get off me goody!” I take my yearbook back. 

“Jesus if you wanted to get into my pants, all you had to do is ask!” His smug grin returned.

“Gross, I would never.” I hissed in his face. “Me either!” he retorts with the same energy. 

That was the last time I saw the dreaded Joseph Liebgott. After I finished high-school, I went to university and studied to be a nurse. I got my degree and got a job in the hospital. I had only been working for a year before Japan bombed Pearl Harbour. I had wanted to help so I volunteered with a few of the other nurses I was working with. They had scooped us up immediately needing all the help they could get. Before we knew it we were on a boat to Europe, to help the soldiers. We had been assigned to the aid stations close to the front, where the medics sent back their men to be treated and then moved back onto the front again. It was hard work, the men that came in were often in very bad shape, needing assistance immediately. We only had one doctor and very limited supplies. So most of the decisions being made were by the nurses. I liked it, it made me think, tested my limits. Sometimes it tested them a bit too much though. Not everyone can be saved, no matter how hard you try, or go over the scenarios in your head each time, thinking of something you could’ve done differently. After a while the thrill got old. It was more heartbreaking than anything. But the nurses kept each other spirits high, if we were down the men could tell which brought down morale too. We weren’t just here to heal them of their injuries but support them. I always put on a smile, made small talk with the men, built rapports so they felt safe.

Eugene Roe, the medic for Easy company, came into the aid station with other men carrying a soldier on a stretcher.

“Hey Gene!” I chirped to the man as I finished tending to one of the patients.

“Hi Y/N!” He smiled back at me, turning around to tell the men to put the soldier on one of the beds. 

“What have we got today?” I said as I approached the medic.

“You’re gonna love this, it’s another ass wound.” He chuckled. I sigh, the men of Easy company have a way of getting their asses shot. It had become an inside joke between Gene and I, we said that it’s because when they were lying down flat that their butts were still higher than their heads, because they’re so juicy. 

“Easy men I swear.” I grin looking down at the patient who lay on their front. I bent down looking at the dressing Gene had put on, the man’s pants had been ripped open for Gene to get at the injury. 

“Any pain meds?” I asked, lifting the dressing. A fairly deep graze was on the left cheek of the man’s behind. Like the bullet had just skimmed the top of it.  

“No, he's a tough one.” Gene replied, giving the man a pat on the back. 

“Damn right I am!” I froze, my hands stilled. Not moving, my eyes glanced at the face of the injured man. That nose was unforgettable.

“Joseph Liebgott!” I uttered. Joe craned his head around to look at me. 

“Goody?” A shocked look dawned his face. 

“You two know each other or something?” Gene asked, watching the interaction.

“Ugh out of everyone, why did it have to be you!” I groaned, not replying to Gene. 

“Oh like I’m so thrilled!” Joe retorted in a sarcastic tone. “We went to high-school together, she was a pain in my ass.” Joe looked at Gene answering his question.

I scoffed, “Pain in your ass, I doubt it. He was a nightmare, Gene. Always up to no good.”

“Oh I could imagine that. Well I will leave him in your care then, Y/N.” Gene patted me on the shoulder as he made his way to the door. 

“Gene, don't leave me here with her! She might try to kill me!” Joe cried, reaching for the leaving medic who just laughed at Joe. 

“You’ll be fine, Liebgott, she’s a great nurse.” Gene called to him, giving us a cheesy grin before ducking out of sight. 

“I’m not going to kill you Joe.” I rolled my eyes at his antics.

“You tried to kill me in high-school.” Joe protested. 

“Yeah well this isn’t high-school. So turn around and let me do my job.” He groaned but did as I asked, burying his head into the pillow and letting out an audible groan. 

I got to work, cleaning his wound. I washed out the laceration with clean water, cleaning around the peri-wound as well. It was deep enough to be packed, so I cut my gauze and packed it into the wound. 

“Ouch!” Joe groaned. His butt cheeks clenching.  

“Sorry, hold still.” I said as he squirmed under my touch. I finished the last of my packing, then placed a clean dressing over the injury. “I’ll go get you some new pants.” I scurried away to get some fresh pants for him. I returned with new pants, giving them to him, before closing the curtain and letting him change. He pulled back the curtain, looking ready to leave. 

“Where are you going?” I asked him, as I moved from another soldier’s bed. 

“Well you fixed me up so I can go.” Joe said, trying to move past me, I blocked his path. 

“We haven't discharged you yet. You will need to stay until it heals fully.” I informed him.

He didn’t look pleased with me. “But it’s fine!”

“Well no, I have packed it and that needs to be changed daily. So you can’t leave. And no before you say it, Gene cannot do it in the field.” I interrupt him, seeing the thought in his mind before he can say it. 

“Tell me Joe, what do you do in your foxhole most of the day?” I ask the man trying to get my point across. 

“Sit.” He replies, looking confused. 

“Exactly, you sit. That wound on your butt, that you sit on, will not heal if you go back to the front.” I explained to him, “Plus, because it’s on your ass, there is a greater chance of infection. So no, you’re not leaving until we say so.” I raise my eyebrows daring him to speak. He gives me a tight lipped smile, sighing loudly. He lies back down on his bed. 

“Can you do a double tonight?” Mary asks me with puppy dog eyes. I glance at the clock, I’m supposed to be finishing in about ten minutes and I was so excited to go to sleep. 

“Why can’t you do the night shift?” I ask her. 

She blushes, becoming sheepish. “I have a date.” She grins at me. I know exactly who she is going on a date with as well, one of the soldiers that she tended to last week. They both became infatuated with each other, she didn’t leave the hospital that whole week, begging to do all of the night shifts so that she could stay with her lover boy. She even did one of my shifts for me, I had the whole day to lie in bed and do nothing. So I suppose I owe it to her. I nod reluctantly, as she grins clapping her hands together. 

Night shift isn’t always too bad, most of them men just sleep and sometimes we have people brought in. But due to poor visibility at night, nothing much really happens to warrant a trip to the aid station. But today I feel extra exhausted, because I was fighting the whole time with ass-hat. Every time I turned around I found his eyes on me. Watching me like a hawk. He would smirk at me, while I sent daggers back. He was back to his old antics of winding me up and it was driving me up the wall. All I had wanted to do was go home and lie down. Now I had to stay and listen to him snore peacefully in bed, while I stayed up all night.

I sat catching up on the notes for the day. They were normally brief due to having no real down time to finish them all since we were always so busy and understaffed. I sat tapping my pencil to paper trying to think of what happened to the particular patient I was writing about. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to the sleeping Joe. A candle dimly lit the room so I could make out his face in the dark. He lay on his back snoring quietly. His brown hair tousled slightly on his forehead, a relaxed expression on his face, I hate to admit it but he’s very handsome. Only when he isn’t pestering me, I think I could get used to a sleeping Joe, he doesn’t drive me nuts in this state. 

I sat staring at the clock, willing it to be 0700 so that I could leave and get some sleep. My eyes drooped as I propped my head up on my hand. Mary arrived early, bursting into the room all excited. I grinned at the young girl, as she made her way over to me. I was eager to hear how her date went with the soldier. She kept me company while waiting for the next shift of nurses to arrive telling me about her night. 

“And then he lent in and kissed me.” She almost swooned out of her seat. I laughed watching her. “Oh Y/N it was so romantic, truly!” She lent in closer whispering, “I think I’m in love.” 

“Steady on Mary, it was only your first date.” I cautioned the young nurse. But all she did was grin at me. I shook my head, laughing at her again.

“Y/N we need you to stay on just for a little while longer.” Dr. Johns told me, my smile dropped. I nodded reluctantly, knowing they needed me. I did my round leaving Joe till the end. He lay on his stomach reading a comic he had borrowed off of one of the other soldiers. 

“Morning Joe.” I said sleepily, not really in the mood for his smugness. 

“Morning goody.” He grinned, turning to look at me, his face dropped. He tilted his head assessing me. “Have you been here all this time?” He asked, looking at my face. I’m sure the bags under my eyes gave away my lack of sleep. I nodded barely able to keep my eyes open. 

“I just need to change your dressings, can you pull your pants down for me.” I asked, he looked like he was going to make a snarky comment but bit his tongue, doing as I had asked. I removed the previous dressing, cleaned it and then packed it again and applied a new dressing over top. He pulled his pants back up after I was done, rolling onto his side. I didn’t get up immediately, enjoying the softness of his bed. I felt myself nodding off, I put out my hand to steady myself, leaning onto my elbow. My eyes won’t even open. I feel a tug, as my arm is pulled from under me, I fall onto the bed. I feel gentle hands place a pillow under my head. I sigh, feeling comfortable. The bed moves, I hear the sound of the curtain being pulled. The bed dips again, someone takes a seat beside me. I don’t hear much after that, I fall fast asleep. 

“Goody.” Someone shakes my shoulder. I blink, raising my head from the pillow. I look up to find Joe lying beside me, one hand on my shoulder the other grasping the comic. I am positioned awkwardly on the bed lying half way down the mattress, curled into a little ball. “I let you sleep for an hour, but people are looking for you.” Joe informs me lying back on his pillow, and continuing his reading. I rub my eyes and yawn. Joe let me sleep on his bed. I’ve been asleep for an hour SHIT! 

“Oh shit!” I say springing up from my position. I fix my hair and uniform, straightening out the creases in my dress. I pull back the curtain, trying to make it look like I didn’t just fall asleep on a patient’s bed for an hour. 

“A thank you would be nice.” I hear from behind me, as Joe stares at me waiting. 

“Thank you Joe.” I smile and leave quickly to try and find the other nurses. The rest of the shift is a blur. I don’t think I would’ve made it without the nap Joe let me have. It was so busy I didn’t even get a chance to sit down and they were supposed to let me leave after the morning but they insisted I stayed since it was so hectic, I didn’t have a choice but to stay. I finally gather all of my stuff and head for the door, passing Joe’s bed on my way out. 

“Bye Joe.” I say as I leave, not really thinking too much about it. 

“Why are you being so nice, Goody?” I hear him pipe up. I sigh and smile as I turn to face him. 

“I can be nice, Joe.” I state. 

“I don’t know, I don’t like it. What are you up to?” He squints his eyes at me looking suspicious. 

“I’m not up to anything!” I counter, “I’m just too tired to have to fight with you.” Without giving him the chance to reply I leave quickly, saying goodbye to the other men on my way out.

[malarkgirlypop]

Goody Part 2 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)

AHHHHH I'm sorry, there is going to have to be a part three. @loveydovey12 I hope you enjoy the second part. I will finish this third part for you and make it extra spicy! Like just a whole part of smut ahahah! I hope you all enjoy spicy Joe. Making me all flustered and I wrote it. This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

I returned the next day feeling refreshed, I slept like a baby last night. I smile as I walk in greeting the patients, they all grin at me, saying good morning. I walk past Joe’s bed, he gives me his signature smirk, instead of sending him back a glare like I always do I smirk back. His smirk drops, a confused look graces his face. I dig the knife in deeper by sending a wink in his direction. He looks worried, that’s not the reaction he was expecting. I chuckle, I have played him at his own game.  

I leave him till last again, he looks apprehensive as I approach his bed. I smile at him. He looks uncomfortable, not used to me being so nice. 

“Pants please.” I say sitting down at the end of the bed. He eyes me, looking sceptical. He watches me unmoving. I smile at him. “Joe, please may you take down your pants for me.” 

“No!” He retorts, I laugh. 

“What do you mean no?” I ask the man. 

“I don’t like this! Why are you being so nice? Stop it!” He interrogates me. I scoff at him shaking my head. 

“I actually think I like it better this way. Now I have you squirming, not the other way around.” I smirk at him, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He glares at me. Oh how the tables have turned. I bit my lip suppressing my laugh. His eyes glanced down to my lips, slowly dragging his gaze up to meet mine. His eyes darken, he grins, “Oh, two can play at that game.” A felt a blush rise on my cheeks, he had flustered me. He knew he had too, as he undid his belt with one hand still grinning at me. I averted my gaze, busying myself pretending to look through my supplies. I heard him chuckle as he rolled over. I stood pulling the curtain to give him some privacy. I started undressing the wound, when he spoke again. 

“You must love staring at my ass, hey Goody.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, why would you think that?” I said my tone clipped. 

“Well you’re the only nurse who does my dressing. I’m sure you all fight over it in the morning.” I scoffed, shaking my head. 

“Don’t flatter yourself ass-hat.” I growl. 

“Ah there she is, the Goody I know.” He chuckled, well that lasted for all of about two seconds.

I finish with his wound, turning around so that he can get dressed again. I pull open the curtain again as he lays back down in bed. 

“You gave it a good go.” I glared at him over my shoulder as he leered at me. I roll my eyes not falling for his bait. 

I make my way home with the rest of the nurses, we walk fast trying to get back as quickly as possible so we can eat and then go to bed. Mary walks next to me.

“Do you know that soldier?” She asks me. I look down at her giving her a confused look. “You know the one that has an injury on his butt.” She giggles. I roll my eyes smiling. 

“Yes I do.” I admit. 

She beams at me, “I think he likes you.” A bark of laughter leaves my lips. She looks confused at my reaction. 

“He most definitely does not like me, Mary. I can assure you.” I tell the young nurse, wiping the idea from her head completely. Knowing that if she thought that he liked me she would meddle. She’s known to try and be a matchmaker for the nurses. I do not need her antics along with Joe’s. She looks sad, “Are you sure? He is always watching you.” She insists. 

“He’s watching me cause he knows it pisses me off, which is what he loves to do.” I sigh, shaking my head thinking about every time I raised my head in the previous shift he was grinning at me, with his smug face saying I won!  

Mary goes off on a tangent about her own man, I’m happy for the distraction. We finally make it back to the little house we all share. I eat quickly, and clean up before washing my face and getting into bed. I lie down almost asleep when Joe’s face appears in my mind. I groan thinking of something else. I roll over getting more comfortable. I drift off to sleep. 

“You like that don’t you?” Someone mumbles huskily in my ear, I hear the noise of a belt buckle being undone. Lips drag down the sensitive skin of my neck, I tilt my head back exposing my soft skin. I sigh, liking the feeling of their lips on me. The person’s face comes into view, Joe’s smug face. 

I bolt upright panting as my alarm blares. I did not just have a dream about Joe. I get dressed quickly, I had accidentally slept in. Walking quickly to the aid station to get there in time. 

I arrive out of breath and feeling frazzled. I walk past Joe’s bed, “What’s got you all flustered Goody?” He raises his eyebrows at me. 

“What?” I pant, can he tell? “Nothing.” I say quickly, looking guilty. He gives me a questioning look. 

I busy myself the rest of the day trying my best to avoid the man. I avert my gaze elsewhere when he looks at me, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks each time. Snap out of it Y/N, this is Joe we are talking about, I have no feelings for him.   

I convince one of the other nurses to do his wound dressing making up an excuse that I have something else to do. The nurse comes back, “The wound looks good, but he asked after you.” she informs me as I hide in the nurses station. 

“Y/N can you get more bandages out of the storage room?” Mary asks me in passing. I nod making my way over to the small walk-in pantry that we made our storage room. I look around the room, where the hell are these bandages? I step back from the shelves, standing on my tip-toes to see on the top shelf, Ah ha! I see the box I need. I reach up, my fingers barely graze the box. I try again, standing on my tip-toes again to get more height. 

“Why do they put them up so high?” I am annoyed. I jump trying to reach the box. No use. Before I can turn around to find something to stand on my body is pressed into the shelves from behind. A tall figure looms over me, reaching up and grabbing the box from the shelf. They put the box on the floor. I whip around, Joe stands in close proximity to me. I can’t step away from him though my back is still pressed to the shelves. We stand toe to toe with each other. He looks down at me, his soft breath tickling my face. “Thanks.” I utter softly. Trying not to notice my heartbeat elevating and butterflies in my stomach. I swallow looking up at him, we don’t move. We have our own staring contest, I don’t wear my normal glare, looking more doe-eyed and innocent as I stared up at him. He stares down his nose at me. 

“Have I done something to offend you?” He asks, his voice gravelly. I feel heat rise to my cheeks, it was the same tone of voice he had in the dream. I shook my head, not able to form a sentence. 

“Why did you avoid me?” He asked leaning forward further, I tilted my head back trying to get out of the way of his face that loomed closer, his arm coming up beside my head as he leaned in.

“I was busy.” I whispered. I shifted my face off to the side so he was staring at my cheek. His other hand snaked out, grabbing me lightly by my chin and bringing my face back to the front. He tilted his head taking me in. 

“Don’t lie to me Goody. I know when you are.” He said lowly, warning me. I gulped. I could feel the heat of his body, so close but not touching, but I knew if I moved in the slightest we would make contact. 

“I’m not lying.” I uttered. Trying to convince him. He looked like he didn’t believe me. He huffed, stepping back. I took a breath, trying to calm my nerves. 

“You better do it tomorrow.” I nodded quickly, not saying anything. He turned on his heel leaving me in the storage room by myself. I took a shaky breath trying to regain my composure. I couldn’t tell what I was feeling. 

I did Joe’s dressing the next day as he asked. We didn’t say much to each other. Joe watched me with a close eye as I kept my head down. He was making me flustered than normal. 

I tended to another patient later in the shift, wrapping his arm in fresh bandages. 

“HELP!” I looked up from my task, a group of men filled the aid station carrying multiple patients in on stretchers. I stood going to the first patient brought in, he didn't look in great shape.  

“Put him here.” I pointed to a bed, we carefully placed him down as I ripped open his top. Blood spurted from a gaping wound in his chest. I grabbed the bandages beside me, packing the open wound with gauze to stop the bleeding, putting pressure on the wound. 

“I need help over here!” I called, as other nurses who could, came to help. “I think it’s hit the artery. I need you to set up a needle for me so I can sew it closed. But we are going to have to work quickly or he will bleed out.” The nurse nods, going away to get supplies. I reach my hand into the wound pinching closed the artery. I need to be firm but gentle, I carefully hold it closed. Blood still spurts out, I pack in more gauze to slow the bleeding. The man lies unconscious with a faint pulse and shallow breathing. The nurse arrives back with the needle. I move quickly sewing it shut, before I can finish, I glance up at the man. I don’t notice his chest rise and fall, I move my hand taking his pulse from his neck. I sigh, no pulse. I pull my hands from the wound. I don’t get time to think about it when another nurse calls for help. We lost another three men to their injuries. The rest we were able to patch up. My mind is numb, I’m covered in blood and I’m so tired I feel like a zombie. 

“We need a refill of bedsheets, can you go grab them.” I nod walking slowly to the storage room. I find the box filled with the bedsheets, I pull them from the shelf not realising there is another box on top. The boxes topple to the ground causing me to fall back, the heavy boxes land on my legs causing me to yelp in pain. I shove the boxes off me, tears brim in my eyes. I break down, having been pushed over the edge. I sob into my knees. I couldn’t save those men, that’s someone’s family and I let them die. I jump back when someone wraps their arms around me. I look up through teary eyes. Joe kneels in front of me, a sad look on his face. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me into his embrace. I cry into his chest as he holds me. He doesn’t make any comments, just lets me cry. His hands rub circles on my back in a soothing motion. I look up at him, he wipes the tears from my face with his thumb as he holds my cheek. I lean back into him, curling into his lap. “It’s not your fault, you know?” He says softly in my ear. I don’t look up, resting my cheek against his chest. I hear his heartbeat, I close my eyes listening to the soothing sound. 

“It’s hard to not feel like it’s your fault.” I mutter. He hums stroking my back. We finally untangle ourselves from each other. I rub my eyes, sore from crying. “I’ll see you tomorrow Goody.” He says leaving me alone in the storage room once again. 

I arrive the next day, my head pounds from my sleepless night, haunted by the faces of the men I couldn’t save. I walked into the aid station to a commotion. 

“Who was the nurse who treated him?” Yelled the soldier in Mary’s face. I straightened, moving to stand in between the man and Mary.

“Sir what’s the problem?” I asked, keeping my face neutral. 

“You incompetent nurses let my brother die!” He roared in my face, his face red with rage. 

“Who was your brother Sir?” I asked, trying to figure out if I could help him understand what happened to his brother. 

“Alfred White.” My face dropped. It was the man I had treated with the chest wound. The one who died. 

“I’m sorry Sir, I treated Alfred. We just weren’t fast enough, by the time he was brought in he had lost too much blood.” I tried to comfort him in knowing we did all that we could. However it did not seem to help, he looked even angrier than before. 

“We did all that we could, I’m so sorry for your loss.” I said with an empathetic tone. 

“YOU STUPID BITCH!” He screamed in my face. I didn’t step away, I reached out to him trying to comfort him. He flung his arm outs trying to fend me off, in doing so, he struck my face. The sharp smack echoing around the aid station. Everyone fell silent, as I cupped my cheek. Tears brimming in my eyes. He lunged forward grabbing me by my shoulder as he violently shook me, “YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM!” He shouted. I didn’t push him away, feeling guilty, I let him hurt me. 

A fist flashed in front of my face, hitting the jaw of the soldier who had hold of me. He released his bruising grip on my shoulders, stumbling back holding his face. Joe was on me in seconds, he cupped my face, his eyes scanning me. His eyes filled with concern. I looked at him shocked. I peered around him, seeing the man on the floor. Joe pulled me back to look at him. He grabbed my hands, turning them over in his own. Looking for any injuries. 

“Why did you do that?” I said harshly, pulling out of his grip. He looked at me taken aback by my sudden anger. 

“What? Protect you?” He says angrily back. 

“I don’t need you to protect me!” I snapped at him. He scoffs. 

“That’s not what I just saw.” He fumes. Getting in my face. 

“It’s not your place to get involved with my job.” I spat in outrage. God he makes me so mad. 

“Fuck you.” He growls, turning sharply and walking away. Leaving me panting with rage. I look at the crowd who stand watching. 

“What are you looking at!” I yell at them, snapping them out of their trance. The crowd disperses, whispering to each other. I picked the man off the floor. He pushes me back, getting to his feet on his own. He mutters to himself leaving the aid station in a huff. 

I get on with the rest of my shift. Feeling bad I lashed out at Joe. I was angry at that man and myself. I couldn’t yell at the man, so I turned my rage onto Joe who was just trying to help. He was genuinely concerned for me and I told him I didn’t need him to look after me. But that’s very hypocritical of me when just the other night I was curled in his lap as he comforted me. I hated to admit it but I felt safe with him, I enjoyed his company. I had grown to like him, after all this time of hating him. I bit my lip as I thought too much. I still needed to do his dressing, but I was nervous he would still be mad at me. But I needed to apologise. 

When I arrive at his bedside, he doesn’t notice me at first. I pull the curtain closed around us. 

“Go away Goody.” He mutters not looking up from his comic. 

“I just need to do your dressing.” I say meekly, sitting at the edge of his bed. He sighs and complies. I look at the wound, nearly fully healed. The wound doesn’t need to be packed anymore and a soft scab has formed over the laceration. It looks healthy, I’m happy with how it has healed. I clean the wound, taking my time. 

“I want to apologise.” I start, he doesn’t say anything. “It was wrong of me to turn my anger onto you. I want to take back what I said, I didn’t mean it, Joe.” I say softly, busying myself with my task. “Thank you for helping me, thank you for caring about me.” He laughs at my statement. 

“I don’t care about you Goody, never have, never will.” He shrugs at me showing me how much he truly doesn't care. I try not to let it hurt, but it does. A pain in my chest, I bite my lip trying not to think about it. “I’m really sorry Joe. Truly. Can you forgive me?” I ask. 

Joe turns around giving me a cruel smile, “I will never forgive you, Goody.” I blink back tears, nodding my head. The hurt in my chest weighing heavily on me.  

I finish my task, standing, as he pulls up his pants. I open the curtain leaving, not looking back at him. Tomorrow is my day off, so I won’t have to see him and by the looks of his wound he will probably be gone before I am back.               

   Joe’s POV:

I toss and turn, unable to get to sleep. Her heartbroken face haunts my dreams, the only thing I see when I close my eyes. After I had told her I would never forgive her I wanted to take it back immediately. She looked so hurt by my words, tears in her eyes. All she did was nod and leave. I looked for her later in the evening asking one of the nurses where I could find her but I missed my chance, she had left for the night. I groaned rolling over and burying my head into my pillow, willing sleep to consume me, so I wouldn’t have to think about her anymore. 

I thought I disliked her, sure in high-school she was annoying always following the rules, but she never did anything to me, I just liked to wind her up. It was easy to get under her skin, so I did. But when we met again she was different, sure of herself. She had grown up. I liked mature Goody. She was cute, funny and kind. I liked to watch her care for everyone. My eyes followed her like a hawk. I smiled when she smiled. When she turned her attention to me, I would give her a smug look, trying to pretend I was just winding her up, but it was a front. I didn’t want her to know I was enamoured with her. 

When I saw her caring for one man, my jealousy got out of hand. She had avoided me all day, even sending a different nurse to do my wound care. I looked over to her laughing with another soldier, she threw her head back as she held him by his arm. I had to stop myself from walking over there and asking what the hell was so funny. Then I made my move when she went into the storage room. I followed her in watching her struggle to get the box she wanted. I had purposely pressed myself to her back when reaching up, trapping her with my body. She looked so sweet looking up at me with those big doe-eyes, her lip between her teeth. The normal glare she threw my way wasn’t on her face. I wanted to kiss her then, but I held myself back. I wanted to explain to her first how I was feeling rather than springing it on her. 

Then it was hectic, I watched her lose men. With each one she had become more defeated. I could see it physically weighing on her shoulders. She went into the storage room. I wanted to ask her if she was ok. I was concerned when I came into the room finding her weeping on the floor. I took her into my arms, just wanting to support her, make her feel a little bit better. She had curled her into me, clinging to me like a lifeline. I was happy it was me. It hurt me to see her so upset. 

It hurt me even more when I watched that man shake her so violently as she stood there and took it. I was overcome with anger and before I knew it I had punched the man. She wore a blank expression on her face, as I scanned her body for injuries. Her cheek welted and red. I was ready to turn around and hit the man again. He must’ve struck her before I saw them together. Then she pushed me away, yelled at me, told me she didn’t need me, didn’t want me. So I wanted to hurt her like she hurt me when she came to apologise letting my anger get the better of me. Now I regret it. I wish I just hugged her and told her I forgave her. But I didn’t, I was cruel and hurt her back. 

I don’t sleep at all, thinking all night of the apology I am going to say to her. I look at the clock, the next shift almost starting. I jiggle my leg anxiously waiting for her to walk through the door. An hour passes and she still hasn’t arrived. I stare at the door, begging for her to walk through. 

“Joe?” A nurse asks me, I glance at her nodding my head, then turning my attention back to the front door. “You’re for discharge. You can go.” The nurse tells me, reading from the notes.

“What?” I ask, focussing on her fully now. 

“Your wound is all healed. Your rifle is kept at the front desk so you can collect your gear and leave.” She smiles walking away. I stand from my bed following after her. 

“Is Goody coming in today?” I ask, she gives me a confused look, “Sorry, Y/N.” She smiles recognising who I am talking about now. 

“Oh no. It’s her day off.” The young nurse says, looking disappointed. “She’s at the apartment. Second floor, green building, in the middle of town you can’t miss it.” She smiles at me, I look down at her name badge. 

“Thanks Mary.” I say taking off out of the aid station. I run as fast as I can, through the town to find that damn green building.   

[bellewintersroe]

First post and it’s me sinning 😈 😈

Babe Heffron x Fem Reader Smut, 18+ content below the cut.

”Holy shit, look who’s awake.” Joe Liebgott’s voice startled me fully out of my slumber now. Son of a bi-

“Jheez, you’re alive. Finally.” Gene Roe had put me on bed rest for the past two days. After Bastogne and entering Haguenau I was fully exhausted, being a nurse and on your feet all day definitely took its toll on me. All I needed was some sleep, lots and lots of it.

Rest was a little easier to gain here in an actual house, with an actual bed. I was in a small room on my own, with second platoon, whom I’d been with since Normandy. It felt good to be around them, maybe not so when I was exhausted and had them prodding me to see if I was still breathing…

“Finally.” I grumbled, sitting up a little now to see Babe Heffron hurrying over. My heart warmed and he made it impossible for me not to smile. Another thing I needed to get better, was him.

”Hey!” He seemed stunned to see me awake. Delighted, to say the least. “Hi, Babe.” I reached out for my boyfriend, watching him close the door behind us both. Another thing, the boys respected my privacy massively, so when the door was shut, nobody would come in without warning.

“W- how are ya? I worried about ya’.” He scrambled over, taking a seat next to me on the bed cautiously. “I’m okay. Not dead.” I half joked seeing him smile wearily. “Thank god, what would I do, huh?” The red head cupped my cheek as I scanned over his tired features. Poor boy looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. “Wouldn’t be able to survive.” I pulled him forwards in for a gentle kiss, running my hand down his short hair tenderly. The contact was all I craved, it had been so so long since Babe and I got to be alone. “I’m okay, Babe.” I reminded, forgetting how much he could fret at times. Should’ve seen the poor kid in Bastogne, he couldn’t even speak if I did so much as cut a finger. ”Promise.” I kissed him again. His lips were so gentle against mine, so was his touch, I could tell he was afraid and wanted to coerce him out of it. God, I hadn’t been able to kiss him so freely since we left France almost three months ago now.

“I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.” My hands snaked over the back of his cold neck now. “I love you, so much.”

With that, Babe reached forwards and squeezed me like I’d never been squeezed before. It made me giggle, much to his amusement. “Somethin’ funny, huh?” his hands fell to both sides of my waist now. “Yeah, you.” I grinned seeing him at last looking happier. “I ain’t even doing anythin’, baby.” He teased, squeezing my sides a little causing me to yelp out a laugh. “What’re you two doing in there?“ Liebgott, again, could be heard from the other side of the wall. “Nothin’!” Babe scrunched up his face in response, barely even glancing in the direction of the other room. I didnt want to say it, but having Babe all to myself like made my pussy throb in desperation. It didn’t take a lot to turn me on, we hadn’t been able to fuck since early December. Again, almost three months ago. All we could settle for was the occasional handjob or him using his fingers on me behind the church at Bastogne. Babe used to laugh and tell me how Jesus Christ wouldn’t approve of that behaviour before finger fucking me into oblivion.

Giggling a little quieter now, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him slightly on top of me as I rested back down into the bed again. Humming into his lips, I allowed him to deepen the kiss as his lips moved against mine hungrily. ”We’re alone.” I whispered, lips coming up to brush against his ear as I sucked and nibbled on the sensitive area carefully. “Fuck- yeah. You sure you wanna do this, now?” Babe checked as I nodded firmly, hands gripping on the outside of his coat.

”Really bad.” I whispered, fingers coming to slip off his scarf quickly. “Sure ya feelin’ well enough?” Babe double checked, it’s not like his fingers were already working on unbuttoning his coat or anything. “Please, Babe.” I scanned my eyes over his, a quick nod from him confirming what I wanted. ”Okay.” He was quick to untie his boots, kicking them off with a couple loud thumps before stripping his outer layers off and hurrying to get under the covers with me. I felt warmer than ever with him in between my legs. ”I missed this.” He muttered, lips travelling down my throat hungrily. Babe was already hard, I could feel it whenever he’d move over my body. It turned me on so much knowing the effect I had on him. “Me too.” I sighed out at the contact, allowing Babe to remove my pants, jumper and t shirt in a rushed form of manner. “Shit, baby.” He grabbed over the bulge in his pants, his other free hand running over my chest as I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. His calloused palm rubbed over my nipples, hardening them before squeezing them both.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?” He pressed a kiss onto my lips gently as I nodded, watching his head drop down to suck and lick over my nipples, nipping and kissing them in enjoyment. “You think you can stay quiet for me, huh?” His voice was low now as he squeezed my inner thigh.

“uh huh… Yeah.” I writhed my hips around, hoping he’d take the hint as he stripped my underwear off, disposing them to one side. “Don’t get cold.” He muttered between kisses on my pussy, lifting the blanket further over my body and over his head.

Inhaling sharply, I had to bite down on the back of my thumb when I felt Babe swipe his tongue between my lips. One, two, three times, before he moved closer, wrapping his lips around my clit now. Fuck, it felt so good. So fucking good. I gripped his hair harshly, allowing a low groan to leave his mouth as I gasped out loud.

“Babe, oh my god.” I moaned out, his hand previously gripping my breast coming up to hold my own as he licked my clit in a few quick swipes. The pleasure made me go all hot, I was blushing and couldn’t get enough of the pleasurable experience as he fucked me with his tongue

“Hey, Heffron! We’re out! Catch you in a bit.” Malarky called out as Babe only pulled off for a quick second, replacing his tongue with his finger and rubbing over my clit at a painfully fast rate.

“Okay!!” He then looked up to me with a smirk as I held back the desperate urge to moan out. I had managed to pull his shirt free from his pants, Babe stripping off the layers before climbing back on top of me and settling between my legs. “I can’t wait, I need to fuck you.” Babe urged, digging his clothes pants into my wet core which proved to be slightly uncomfortable.

“I wanna suck your cock.” My forward words caused Babe to turn a bright red colour as he gripped his erection firmly. “Really? Now?” “Please Babe, I want it.” I whined, watching him nod with immediacy.

“How could I say no?” He muttered, beginning to unzip his pants as he settled back down on the bed. This time it was me in between his legs, freeing his cock from his pants and taking it in my palm.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” I smirked, noticing all the precum he had been cleaning. I bet he hadn’t cum in weeks.

“Yeah.” He practically gasped out as I sucked the tip slightly, Babe’s mouth falling agape. “I bet you thought about fucking my mouth, all the time. Didn’t you?” I began to stroke his cock slowly as he gathered my hair behind my head. His hips writhed slightly and I could tell he so painfully wanted my mouth around his cock.

“Every fucking day.” He hummed, slightly pulling my hair and inching my lips towards his cock. I like it when Babe got like this, all desperate and in charge. I wasted no time bobbing my head up and down his hard cock, hollowing my cheeks and cupping his balls between my hand. They were so full, he was fucking aching for it, and so was I.

“Shit.” This is the part when he got vocal, writhing and groaning, having to keep his moans to a minimum out of the threat of being caught.

“shit, shit, shit.” He gasped a little louder, taking him as much as possible before he yanked me back up, flipped me onto my back and buried himself between my legs. My pussy was aching so bad, I needed him more than ever.

“Babe.” I whimpered, watching him swipe up my wetness before placing himself at my entrance.

I hissed out in slight shock at the sensation, I was so tight. It had been so fucking long. “Okay, I’ll go slow.” He soothed, pulling my chin down so he could kiss me and watch my expression for any sign of pain.

“Just like that.” He pushed himself deeper inside of me before retrieving, and then repeating the action at a rate that I couldn’t bear. Babe gritted his teeth, groaning into the nape of my neck as I moaned out loud, opening my legs wider for him and holding them up higher so he could fuck me easier.

I soon gave into the pleasure, feeling Babe rock his hips at a steadier rate now as we both sighed out and groaned in pleasure. I gripped over the tense muscles on his back, sliding my hand all the way down to push his bum further into my hips.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me harder than that, Edward?” I hushed, Babe gasping out a low groan and immediately picking up to a frantic pace. ’Edward’ was reserved for the nuns and me only. It felt dirtier, I liked it. Everybody was out, allowing us to at least be a little louder than silent, the bed was squeaking and his skin was slapping against mine as he lifted his body up slightly. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, watching my tits bounce up and down as he hit just the right spot in me causing me to tense. My fingers came down to play with my clit, grinding my hips up to his in desperation.

“I can’t last long like this.” He warned as I was too caught up in the pleasure to respond. His cock was hitting over and over again at my g spot, then, his thumb came to replace mine over my clit, the all too familiar coming on way too quickly.

“Shit, Babe. You want me to cum so soon?”

“More than anything.” I didn’t care that we’d been stuck in the same position the whole time, we’d been aching for a fuck like this for months. It was perfect.

“Fuck me harder, please, please. Just give it to me Babe, I want it.” I stopped caring about the possibility of being heard, the chaos outside would drown it out and I was far too caught up in the moment to care. Babe was quick to spin us over, my breathing turning into loud whines as I ground my hips wildly into his, using his cock to pleasure me as he loud out a loud groan, pushing me further to orgasm. “You gonna cum?“ he hummed, thumb rubbing wildly over my wet clit as I felt my stomach tighten. “Yeah!” I whimpered out as he watched me with lustful eyes, his free hand supporting my hip and pushing me faster against his cock. “Cum, cum all over my cock. Thas’ a good girl.” His praises sent the coil to spring free as I let out a borderline yell in pleasure. My orgasm was electric. It was stronger and longer than anything I had felt.

I panted out wildly, my body slumping as he rolled me over once more, taking charge and pinning my legs up to chase his own orgasm. “Give it to me, Babe.” I tiredly groaned out, still sensitive and prolonging my orgasm as he began to drive his hips into mine.

“Yeah? You want my cum?” He huffed and puffed, his steady pace picking up causing me to moan out again. Babe was sweating, his groans turned into quick grunts and he fucked me wildly, jaw hung slack.

“Like that, Babe, cum all over me. I want it so bad. Fuck you feel so good-“ I gasped out, “shit, I’m-“ he inhaled sharply, groaning out at each hard thrust.

“I’m cumming.” He yelled out, pulling himself out harshly and jerking his cum all over my pussy and lower stomach with a pleasured groan. Babe moaned and sighed out as he pumped the rest of his cum out to me, having to catch his breath back after fucking me.

”Shit, I ain’t cum that hard ever.” He slumped over me, pressing several gentle kisses to my lips. “Me either, Babe.” I hummed out, kissing him back slowly.

“I hope that made you feel better…” Oh boy, did it…

[auroralightsthesky]

Waking Up (Liebgott x Reader)

Pairings: Lieb x Fem!Reader

You were stiff as a board when you blinked your eyes open, the whole room a complete blur and the heaviness in your head pulling you back towards the bed. Everything ached, your head, limbs, fingers toes.....everything felt like it was full of lead. 

You turned your head and through your bleary eyes you saw Joe with a lazy smile on his face, holding something protectively in the crook of his arm. “Joe?” you croaked. 

“Hey, hey (y/n) don’t hurt yourself,” Joe told you. “You need to rest.” 

“Joey....”

Everything seemed like a blur. All you had heard before you had given into complete exhaustion was a tiny cry filling the bedroom of yours and Joe’s house that you had built in the middle of the Adirondacks for the winter. You rubbed the blurriness from your eyes and could see the snow falling softly outside, coating the whole of the land in white. But it wasn’t until you looked at Joe that you realized what it was he held in his arms.

“Is the baby ok?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” Joe said with a proud smile. “He’s just waking up.” 

He carefully handed you the white blanket that held your newborn son. You were in such awe of this precious little thing that you didn’t think it was real....but it was. Here he was, your son with Joe, born just a week before Christmas and on the very last night of Hanukkah. He was all Joe, black hair, hazel eyes and a temper to match as he let out a squeaky little cry, hungry as ever and eager to be in the arms of his mother. 

“Oh Joey, he’s absolutely perfect,” you said happily. 

“I’ll say,” Joe chuckled. “Just like you.” 

You smiled and kissed his forehead as he lay beside you, your son rooting himself at your breast as Joe pulled the old quilt over the three of you. “I’m a little embarrassed that I passed out a bit,” you said. “Hopefully I didn’t make any embarrassing faces.” 

“Nah you didn’t,” Joe told you. “Doc said you did amazing, but you were really tired, that’s all.” 

You and Joe rested your heads against each other, taking in the moment you had both worked years to reach. He pressed a gently kiss to your son’s head, happy that the three of you were in his life and here to stay.