#joe liebgott x fem reader

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Go On, Leave Me Breathless.

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

A note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want a drink?" Your date asked.

You turned to him and smiled, "sure."

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

"Hi, Joe," you said.

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

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

"Whatever." He turned to walk away.

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

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

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

Joe scoffed. "And you said yes?"

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

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

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

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

"What?" He asked, smirking.

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

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

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

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

"Not a thing," you replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

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

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

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

"I..." You still hesitated.

"Say it, and I'm yours."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled and nodded "yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh god, Joe..."

"You like that?"

You bit your lip again and nodded "yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled. "Even better than I hoped."

He nodded and said, "Nice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A faint smile returned to your face.

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

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Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

☆ "I never could forget you."

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JUST LET ME BE (CLOSE TO YOU)

pairing: joeseph 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/contents: angst (we’re dealing with war), kissing, pda, some drug use (cigarettes), alcohol, swearing, weapons, violence

author’s note: 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.

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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…

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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.”

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[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!

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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. 

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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

[aliciax3]

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In Dreams

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader

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A/N: Technically female reader, due to mentions of a dress and nightown, but otherwise not very specific. And not much to warn about. It's just a simple one-shot inspired by a song.

Thanks in advance for reading 💕 I'm still new to this.

You were on a balcony at the Grand Hotel overlooking Lake Zell, surrounded by mountains, the full moon, and twinkling stars. Your long hair and dress were flowing in the breeze as Joseph Liebgott held you in his arms, guiding your steps as you danced. Everything around you was hazy as you focused on nothing but Joe's face and the music playing:

"If I was your lover, I’d make it so you wouldn’t have to try. Break every chain that binds you, if you’d let me inside. I’m not so easy; you know I’ve never really been. But what I can give you, is as real as the world that we’re in.

Let me guide your steps, and I’ll move you in time. We’ll dance the night away. If you were my song, then I’d melt you with words. But you’re not, but you’re not.

My wandering mind will lead me to a place where we only meet in dreams. And we both surrender ourselves. Then I wake up, and I go back to sleep.

Let me guide your steps, and I’ll move you in time. We’ll dance the night away. If you were my song, then I’d melt you with words. But you’re not, but you’re not.

Out of my mind I will lose myself, and you will remember.

Let me guide your steps, and I’ll move you in time. We’ll dance the night away. If you were my song, then I’d melt you with words. But you’re not, but you’re not..."

As the song ended, Joe cupped your face with his hands. He kissed your lips, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You opened your eyes, expecting to see his face, but he wasn't there. It was all a dream.

The war was over; you were in your own bed, alone in your apartment in San Francisco. You knew Joe lived down the street, but you had only seen him once since the war ended, and it was only because you ran into him by chance. You had always fancied him, and you thought he fancied you, but when he didn't seem thrilled to run into you that day, you didn't try to stay in touch.

You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to hold onto the dream and the feelings it produced. You missed Joe the most out of everyone, and he was just a stone's throw away. When it all got too depressing, you sighed and looked at the clock; midnight. You decided to get up for a glass of water. As you sat on the couch, you wracked your brain for ways to see Liebgott again. Maybe you could call the cab company he works for and request a cab ride... As you were wondering how desperate that would look, a knock on the door startled you.

Who could that be at this hour?

You slowly walked to the door, and checked the peep hole. It was Joe...

You opened the door, "Joe? What are you doing here?"

"That's not a very welcoming greeting," he said as he smiled and leaned up against the door frame.

"Sorry... it's just a surprise, that's all. It's late..."

"Or early," he said, shrugging. "Now, are you going to invite me in, or let me stand here and become known as the resident weirdo that stands in doorways late at night?" He smirked.

"You said it was early," you said matter of factly.

Joe chuckled and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down, seemingly inspecting your silk nightown.

"Come in," you said as you finally moved out of the way. "Can I get you anything?"

"No I'm okay, thanks," Joe said as he looked around your apartment.

"So why are you here, Joe?" You motioned to the couch for him to sit down.

"Well..." he took a seat. And before you could sit down yourself he continued, "I had a dream about you."

You stared at him, and slowly lowered yourself onto the couch next to him. You furrowed your brows. "That's strange... I had one about you, too."

"Oh you did, did you?" He smirked.

"Not that kind of dream," you laughed.

"Well, mine was." He winked.

You tried to hold back a smile but couldn't. "So, you're just here to see if I'm willing to make your dream a reality?"

He chuckled, "Well, not exactly. But I wouldn't be opposed, either."

You smiled as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Of course you wouldn't be."

His face turned more serious as he continued, "but honestly, I was surprised to have a good dream at all. You see, ever since the war ended I've pretty much just been having nightmares."

"Well that's understandable, Joe..."

"Yeah, maybe... but until now, I haven't mentioned it to anyone. And it's the reason I was a bit off when I saw you last; seeing you just brought everything rushing back. But I didn't want that to be the last time we saw each other, so I felt like I needed to come see you." He was looking down at his hands.

The curiosity in you wanted to ask why he felt the need to come at almost 1 AM, but you weren't about to ruin it so instead you placed your hand on his, and said "Well, I'm happy you're here." He finally looked up at you, and smiled.

"So, what was your dream about?" He asked as he flipped his hand over, and laced his fingers with yours.

"Oh," you chuckled. "We were just dancing..."

"Dancing, huh?" He smirked.

"Yeah...on a balcony, overlooking Lake Zell." You hesitated, "And we kissed, but then I woke up." You were looking down at your hands intertwined.

He took his other hand and lifted your chin so that you were looking at him. After a moment of gazing into your eyes, he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips softly. Your stomach fluttered the same way it did in your dream.

Your foreheads were resting against each other, your noses touching. You felt a desperate need to kiss him again, and told yourself not to waste this surprise visit, so you climbed on top of him and straddled his lap. With your hands on the back of his head, you pressed his lips to yours. After pulling away, and running your hands through his hair, you said, "Now tell me about your dream." You smiled and winked.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer. "I think it's easier if I show you," he said onto your lips.

Your giggling reassured him that you were ok with that.

He began kissing you passionately and the next thing you knew, your bare skin was touching, and your bodies were intertwined. You spent the rest of the night, or the rest of the morning according to Joe, talking and making love. And you both agreed that for the first time since after the war, you both finally felt home; and not just in your dreams.

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

☆ "I never could forget you."

[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

(click here to read on wattpad)

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?”

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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.

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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

[aliciax3]

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I Never Could Forget You.

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(Joe Liebgott x Female Reader) - 18+

Warnings: Explicit - 18+, smut, unprotected sex, some fluff

Notes:

Inspired by this part of California by Silverstein:

"West-bound,

driving all alone to make sure that you know.

I've been running scared without you.

I drove all night to tell you.

In dreams I've seen your face with

another in my place.

I know it was another life but I never could forget you.

I never could forget you.

You'll see me there like a familiar stranger standing on the street.

I'll say a prayer, I'll introduce myself like it's the first time we ever meet.

In California, I'd learn that sometimes you have to run away.

In California, I'd find myself again."

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You woke up in the middle of the night again. It was the fourth time this month that you dreamt about Joe Liebgott. You hadn't seen him since the war, and you tried to forget him. During the day, as time had passed, it got easier to not think about him as much. But at night, you couldn't escape. Your brain kept bringing him to you in your dreams.

For lack of a better explanation, you two spent the war together. You were intimate, and held each other on the really rough days. But the war seemed like an entirely different life from the one you left behind, and he asked that it stay that way. You fell for him, but didn't want to scare him away, so you still agreed to the stipulations of your relationship. Any time with him was better than none at all.

When the war ended, you both went back to your separate lives, and you felt like you lost a piece of yourself. Usually, the dreams helped fill the void. Sometimes they were just the two of you talking, or taking a walk in the park. Other times, they were of you making love. They made you miss him, but were also comforting in a way. This time, though, you dreamed that he was with someone else. And you had never felt so heartbroken. I need to see him, you thought.

So, you jumped in your car, and drove all night to San Francisco, California. You pulled up to the curb; there it was: Joe's Barber Shop.

By the time you arrived, it was already open. You stood on the sidewalk outside the shop, watching Joe cut a man's hair.

When he looked up, he saw you, and stopped dead in his tracks. You decided to walk in, and pretend like you had never met.

"Excuse me," you said, Joe staring at you. "Could you, by any chance, recommend a good women's hairdresser nearby?"

"Um..."

Joe was speechless, for the first time ever. His customer, who must have been a regular, turned to look at him. "Lieb?" The guy asked. "Don't leave the pretty lady waiting."

Hearing his name out loud again made your heart skip a beat, before you responded to the polite man, "It's fine, really. I'm not in a hurry."

Joe was still just staring at you, like you were a ghost standing in front of him.

The man in the barber chair was clearly confused. "Um," he continued, "I can suggest where my wife goes..."

"She doesn't need any suggestions," Joe finally spoke up, though it came out sounding rude.

"Hey man, what's your deal?" His customer turned to him with a glare.

"I'll come back later..." You turned to walk out of the barber shop.

"Y/n, wait." Joe finally said.

You turned around, and his customer looked even more confused than before.

Joe continued, "Take a seat. I'll be with you in a minute."

As you sat in one of the waiting chairs, you watched Joe cut the man's hair like you often did when you were at war. However, you hoped he didn't mess up the job, because he kept glancing up at you instead. When he was finished, the man paid him, and they said their goodbyes. The man waved at you on his way out, and you smiled back at him. Joe immediately went to the door, and hung up the "be right back" sign. When he turned around, you stood up.

"What are you doing here, y/n?"

You sighed, and took his hands into yours, bringing them down with you as you sat back down in the chair so that he'd follow and sit down next to you.

"Well, Joe..." You were looking down at his hands in yours. "I've been dreaming about you, a lot. And..." You hesitated as you searched for the right words. "Normally I find them comforting, because we're together in them. But last night, in my dream, there was someone else in my place. And I was completely heartbroken. So, I drove all night, just to come here and tell you that." You sighed again, still looking down at your hands. "I know that we agreed that the war was another life, but I can't just forget about you. You were..." You hesitated again as you were afraid to finish the sentence. "Everything to me." You hadn't looked up at him at all, afraid to see the look on his face.

"You drove all night?"

But his response made you finally look up at him, puzzled. You didn't know what he was going to say, but you were surprised that's what stood out to him out of everything you said.

"Yeah, but..."

He cut you off, "and you haven't slept?"

"No, but... I hardly think that's the important part of all of this, Joe..."

He glanced at the watch on his left wrist. "Look, y/n, we have a lot to talk about. But I have a few more appointments for today. Here..." he reached into his pocket and took out a key and handed it to you. "Take my spare key, and go to my place." He reached into his other pocket to dig for a pen, and then wrote an address on the palm of your hand. "Get some rest. Make yourself at home. And I'll close up early today, and meet you there later."

You stared at the address on your hand, unsure of what to say.

"It's just a few minutes away," Joe said when you hadn't responded. "And this isn't me avoiding you. I can't avoid you if you're in my house."

You finally looked up at him, and saw that he was smiling, which made you feel better.

God, I've missed that smile, you thought to yourself.

He gave you quick directions and then you were on your way. When you arrived at the house, you noticed that it was in the type of neighborhood you always wanted to raise a family in. You let yourself inside; it was a big house, with lots of bedrooms, just like he said he was going to buy. Though, not all of the rooms were furnished. You made your way to the master bedroom, which had a queen sized bed. You decided it was best to take Joe's advice and get some sleep. You laid down in his bed, and were lulled to sleep by the familiar smell on his pillowcase. Joe felt like home.

You awoke a few hours later, and thought it best to wash up. You took a quick shower, and slipped on Joe's bathrobe that was hanging on the bathroom door. You tied it loosely around your waist so that the top had a deep "V" opening that ever so slightly exposed your cleavage. As you were brushing your hair in his bedroom mirror, you noticed his old dog tags hanging on the top corner of the mirror. You slipped them over your head, and they filled the space that was left by the open bathrobe.

You were running your fingers over the tags, and looking at them in the mirror as you heard Joe call out, "y/n, I'm home."

"Up here," you called, while thinking that you could get used to hearing him say that.

You heard him quickly coming up the stairs, and you turned to him as he reached the door frame. He stopped dead in his tracks, and was staring at you.

"I hope it's okay I took a shower," you quickly said.

"Of course..." he hesitated while he was still staring. "I told you to make yourself at home."

His eyes seemed to follow the chain around your neck down to the dog tags, so you quickly looked down at them and said, "Oh, sorry..." and began to lift them over your head.

"No, leave them on if you want." He said.

You stopped, and let them rest on your chest again, but you were only met with silence. "So...I guess we should talk now?"

"Yeah, sure."

You slowly sat on the edge of the bed, as he sat down next to you. "I'm sorry for barging in on you like this..."

"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you did."

"You are?" You asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I actually considered calling you a few times..."

"Really? Then why didn't you?"

He shrugged. "You seemed to agree that it was best to go back to our separate lives, so I wasn't sure that you wanted to hear from me."

"I agreed to it because that's what you wanted."

"It's not what I wanted, as much as it was what I thought I needed. I didn't think I could handle taking any part of the war home with me..." he hesitated briefly before continuing, "but I've missed you."

You felt butterflies in your stomach. "I've missed you, too, Joe..."

You both sat there for a second, contemplating what to say next, but suddenly, you decided to make a move, and quickly pressed your lips onto his. You began kissing passionately. And you continued kissing him as you got up and lifted up the bottom of the bathrobe, and straddled his lap. Your already wet crotch was rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants.

He paused from kissing you to slowly slip the top of the robe down your shoulders to expose your breasts and erect nipples. Taking a breast in each hand, he began sucking and biting your right nipple. You were running your fingers through his hair, and moaned as you felt his bulge getting harder. After he switched breasts and paid some attention to your left nipple, you stood up, and slowly untied the bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. He kicked off his boots, and unzipped his pants, followed by swiftly pulling them off and tossing them aside. He was taking in the sight of you as he took his stiff cock into his hand and began stroking it.

You stood there watching him in return as you began rubbing your clit. Joe bit his lip as he watched you slip a finger into your wet pussy, and bring it up to your mouth to suck on it. After, you smiled and walked up to him. He looked up at you, still stroking himself, as you put a leg on each side of him, and slipped your finger back into yourself. Taking it out, you put it to his mouth for him to suck on it this time.

"Mmm," he moaned, and licked his lips.

You then kissed his lips once, before lowering your body over him. You reached between your legs and grabbed his hard cock, and directed it to your wet entrance. He exhaled with pleasure, and rolled his head back as you sat down onto his bare cock, taking it completely inside of you.

"Fuck," he said, looking at you again.

You smiled in return, and began slowly moving up and down on his cock. He grabbed onto your hips to help guide your movement. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you continued to move up and down, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

He was watching you build your own pleasure. "Mmm," he moaned again. "You're gorgeous."

You opened your eyes, looked down at him, and smiled. Running your fingers through his hair, you began kissing him passionately again. He then slid his hands from your hips to your ass, and firmly gripped your cheeks as you continued riding him. He groaned onto your lips, and the next thing you knew, he was standing up with you in his arms. He turned around and gently placed you on the bed.

Hovering over you, he re-entered you and began thrusting in and out of you slowly. You were gazing into each other eyes, and quietly breathing heavily like it was the first time you two made love. You reached up, and touched his lips lightly with your fingertips, causing him to kiss them. You wanted to tell him that you love him, but even after all this time, you still didn't want to be the first to say it. So, you just closed your eyes and focused on his cock moving in and out of you.

"Mmm" you bit your lip. "Joe..." You exhaled out in a whisper.

He took that as a sign to make his thrusts slightly faster. "You know I love it when you say my name."

You opened your eyes for a second to smile at him, and he gave you a smirk back, which made you want him even more.

You spread your legs further apart and looked him straight in the eye, "Fuck me, Joe."

"Whatever you say, doll." He smirked again.

He shifted his weight so that he could move his hands to your thighs to hold your legs up, and began thrusting faster. Your breathing grew heavier as the pleasure was building. You placed your hands on his, and helped hold your thighs up.

"Oh, god..." You moaned. "Oh, Joe..." You closed your eyes, and rolled your head back.

"Tell me what you want, baby." He said, as he continued thrusting in and out of your wet pussy.

You looked him straight in the eye again. "I want you to fuck me, Joe." You breathed out.

He wasted no time switching from thrusting, to pounding his bare cock as deep as it could go inside of you.

"Fuck me!" You yelled, breathing heavily.

He started pounding you faster, making your pussy noticeably soaked.

"Mmm," he moaned. "You're so wet, baby."

"Are you gonna cum inside me, Joe?" You exhaled.

"Just tell me when, babe."

After a few more moments of him pounding his cock deep inside of you, you were on the edge. "Don't stop, Joe." You panted. You moved your hands to cling to the sheets. "Oh, God, Joe... oh, Joe... I'm cumming!" You screamed.

In that moment, you came hard all over his cock, your whole body quivering, and that was the cue he needed. A few more thrusts for himself and then he was pressing his hips into you, holding himself deep inside of you, as he let out a groan and filled you with his cum. He let go of your legs and leaned down to kiss your lips once, and then rolled over to lie down next to you. Both of you were panting for air.

Between gasps for air he said, "Yeah, I've missed this."

You turned to him and chuckled.

He lifted his arm so that you could move closer to him, and you put your head and your hand on his chest.

"I've missed it too, Joe..." you said, not knowing whether he only missed the sex, or not.

He was running his fingertips along your arm, giving you goosebumps.

After a few moments of silence you said, "you weren't joking about buying a big house."

He laughed, "I wouldn't joke about something like that."

"So, you live in this big house all alone?"

"For now. I need the right person to help me fill it."

"Oh..." You trailed off. "Of course..." You were making circles on his chest with your own fingertip when he put his hand on your chin and lifted your face to make you look at him.

"Will you stay in California and move in with me?"

You stared at him in shock. "...what?"

He moved to sit up against the headboard, causing you to lift yourself and lean your weight on your right hand.

"I know it seems sudden, but I think I've known all along that it's always been you. I just wouldn't admit it to myself until now." He took your left hand into his. "I love you, y/n."

You quickly pulled his arm toward you and pressed your lips onto his. Cupping his face in your hands, you pulled your faces apart. "I love you, Joe. I've always loved you."

"So, is that a yes?"

You laughed. "Of course it is, silly."

He smiled, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you onto him as he laid back down.

You were laying on top of him now, and gently brushed a piece of his hair onto his forehead because you always liked when it was in his face a little. "You're so sexy, Joe Liebgott." You smiled.

"Nah, that's you, doll." He winked, and rolled you over, causing you to giggle.

After another round, the two of you spent the rest of the evening making plans to move in together. And suddenly, in California, you felt like you found yourself again.

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

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A Hundred Reasons, And Counting Still.

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

Warnings: Explicit/18+, smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff

Summary:

After the war, reader (you) tries to deal with life without Joe Liebgott. Until one day, he returns.

Notes:

• Quote annotated with ¹ is taken from "are you okay?" by Winnetka Bowling League

• Quote annotated with ² is taken from "fiimy (fuck it, i miss you)" by Winnetka Bowling League and Demi Lovato

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The war was over. All of Easy Company was back where they belonged; if they still belonged anywhere at all, after what they had seen. You went back to your life, and Joe went back to his. For all intents and purposes, during the war, you two were a couple. You had never made any long-term commitment, but you had fallen head over heels in love with him; and you thought he loved you, too. At least, he said he did...

But when the war ended, he still didn't mention a future together. Being from complete opposite sides of the US, him from San Francisco and you from Boston, you knew that a lot would need to be discussed, but you still wanted to discuss it. Then your last day together came, and he avoided you. He left without saying goodbye. Your heart was completely broken. It was unlike any pain you had ever experienced before; worse than any physical pain you experienced in combat. You thought he'd call, or at least write, and apologize; tell you that it was just too hard to say goodbye, but that he'd come for you. You'd be mad at something so ridiculous, but it would be better than what you got: nothing.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Before you knew it, a whole year had passed. And for a whole year, you had been waking up in the middle of the night screaming. Your parents thought you were having nightmares about the war, but really you were just having nightmares about losing Joe. The pain was still as fresh as the day you went home. So, when your parents suggested therapy for what they thought was an entirely different reason, you took their advice.

"Okay, y/n. What brings you here today?" the therapist asked.

You sighed. "Well, I've been having trouble since being home from the war; been having nightmares. But it's not for the reasons people think."

"Oh? And what do people think the reasons are?"

It seemed like an obvious answer, but she was just doing her job you guessed.

"They think my nightmares are about the things I've seen. And don't get me wrong, they were horrible, and I feel guilty for even saying this, but my own personal heartbreak is overshadowing all of that." You sighed again. "I haven't spoken about him in so long..." You trailed off.

"About who?"

"Joe Liebgott..." Saying his name out loud again, made your heart skip a beat. You stared at the wall, remembering his face, his hands, his touch...

"Tell me about him."

"He was the love of my life." A slow tear ran down your cheek.

"Was he killed in the war?"

The sheer thought of it startled you. "Oh god, no. Thank God that didn't happen. I think I would have died right after, if that had happened. He just, didn't say goodbye. And I haven't heard from him since. I thought he loved me, too, but I guess I was wrong."

"Have you tried reaching out yourself?"

"No, but only because I don't know how. I'm still in touch with many of the Easy boys: Bull, Malarkey, Babe, Luz, Talbert... None of them have heard from Joe, or even know how to reach him."

"Then perhaps, it's not just you he's avoiding."

"I guess..." You hadn't considered that before, but it still didn't make you feel any better. You were supposed to be special to him.

"So, you say that you haven't spoken about him recently, and that your parents don't know what your nightmares are about. Does that mean you don't speak about him with your parents?"

"I mean, why bother? I never wrote home about him; we were a little too busy for much writing, and any free time that I had, I spent with Joe. I always thought that I'd be telling them about him when I said I was moving to San Francisco with him, or when I told them we were getting married. Talking about him now seems pointless."

"And why would it be pointless to talk about someone you love?"

"Because, I mean, it's not like when you meet a guy, or you're falling in love, and you're gushing about him to everyone. How do I gush about someone happily, that doesn't want to be with me? It's more embarrassing, and painful, than anything else."

"Well, have you thought about moving on? Trying to meet someone else?"

You sighed again. "My parents keep suggesting that a childhood friend of mine is interested in me; really missed me when we both went off to different parts of the war."

"Is that someone you would be interested in?"

You hesitated while thinking back on Joe again. "I'm not so sure I'd ever be interested in someone else again, to be honest. Joe was everything I wanted."

"Well, y/n. I can't tell you how to live your life. But as your therapist, I'm going to suggest that you put yourself out there. Maybe start by going for a cup of coffee with this boy your parents talk about. You don't have to end up being involved, or even interested, but try taking that first step towards moving on."

You looked down, and nodded "yes", and knew that she was right, but your heart wanted nothing to do with it.

You decided that you would wait one more month, until your birthday, to see if you still didn't hear from Joe. Your birthday came, and went. And of course your parents invited James, the boy you mentioned to your therapist, to your birthday party. So, you swallowed the lump in your throat and spent most of the night talking to him. Two months and five dates later, you were still unsure of many things; but you did enjoy spending time with him, even if it was just for a distraction, so you decided to just take it one day at a time. You also decided that since you had opened up to Bull in your letters about Liebgott, that you'd write to him with the news that you were spending time with someone again.

About two weeks later, he called you. He told you that he received your letter, but before he could write back, Joe called him. Your heart sank. All you could muster was an "oh?"

Bull continued, "He asked for your contact information. I don't want him to make any unwanted waves in your life now, but I also didn't want to make any decisions for anyone, so I gave it to him, but I also gave him a heads up on your news. Unfortunately, he hung up immediately after that. So, I have no idea where he is, or how to contact him."

"I see..." You replied, trying to hold back tears.

"I just thought you should know."

"Thanks, Bull. I appreciate it."

You told him it was nice to hear from him, but he knew that you weren't in any state to talk after the information he gave you, so he didn't keep you. That's why you liked Bull so much; he was paternal, and genuine.

You spent the next few days avoiding James, and increased your therapy sessions to twice a week. But just as you were about to leave for your newly scheduled appointment, you opened the front door to find Joe Liebgott standing there; he had his fist up in the air, ready to knock on the door that suddenly flew open in front of him. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Joe..." You exhaled his name out in almost a whisper. You felt like you were seeing a ghost.

Joe slowly lowered his hand, as he took in the sight of you. "Hey."

You quickly went from melting at the sight of him, to angry. "Hey?! HEY?!" You yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. "You show up, unannounced, after all this time, and you nonchalantly say 'hey'?!"

Joe, who could get angry just as quickly as you could, furrowed his brows and put his hands on his hips. "And what would you like me to say, princess?"

You furrowed your brows right back at him. He only called you princess when he was annoyed and felt like you were being unreasonable; you hated it, and he knew it.

"I have to go," you said, shoving him out of the way.

"Where? To see your boyfriend?"

You quickly turned around, your blood boiling. Every emotion of sadness you had experienced was now being forgotten as more anger took over; anger over his disappearing, over his showing up like this, over him mentioning your being with someone else after all he put you through.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I have an appointment."

"Great, then I'll come with you."

You scoffed. "Yeah, I don't think so."

You started walking away, but of course he followed, so you ran for your car. Unfortunately, he's faster than you, and managed to jump into the passenger seat. Standing at the driver's side door, watching him smirk at you from the passenger seat, you threw your head back and sighed. You got into the car, and turned the ignition.

"Fine. You can come. But if she charges more for couple's therapy, then you're paying for it."

"Wait, what?"

You met his now serious face with a smirk of your own. "Just shut up."

Luckily, it was a short drive to your therapist's office, because all you wanted to do was ask him what the hell his problem was. You kept your eyes fixed on the road, and your hands tight on the steering wheel, as he stole glances at you that he thought you didn't notice.

You weren't sure how to feel; you fantasized about a reunion so many times. You thought you would jump into his arms, and just melt into him, too happy to be mad. But you should have known that your attitudes would get the better of both of you. And yet somehow, that shared attitude that you've always had, was so familiar that it was almost comforting.

Since your little tiff at the house delayed you, you arrived at your therapist's office just in time for your appointment, so you were both standing right outside her office door when she opened it to call you inside.

"Oh," she said, slightly startled.

"Hi, Dr. Richards. This is...Joe," you said, motioning to him.

"Joe...Liebgott?" She asked, in a surprised yet fully aware tone.

"You told her about me?" Joe asked, smirking at you.

You let out an annoyed sigh, and put your hand to your eyebrow as if he was giving you a headache. "Are you serious? You're the reason I come here."

"Me?" He said, pointing to himself.

"Well gee, Joe, I don't know. You only left without saying goodbye, and broke my heart."

"Wait a second, you haven't even let me explain!"

"Explain?! What explanation could possibly make up for it?!"

Joe went to respond, but Dr. Richards put her hand up to stop the argument ensuing in the middle of the waiting room.

"Okay, just calm down. Both of you come into my office." She stepped aside to let you in, and closed the door behind her. "Now, let's take a deep breath," she demonstrated with her own deep breath in and exhale out. "It's nice to finally meet you, Joe," she said, indicating that she had been hearing about him for while. "I know that y/n has a lot to say to you, and I'm sure you have a lot to say to her as well, but I want this to be as constructive as possible. So, we're going to start with an exercise." She handed you both a piece of paper. "In no more than four sentences, I want you to write down some thoughts, feelings, or questions you have for the other person."

When you were both finished, she told you to fold them up. "I'm going to have you read them out loud. Since y/n is my patient, she'll go first. Joe, hand her your paper."

You felt nervous as you slowly unfolded Joe's paper. You stared at it for a second before reading it aloud:

"Does your new boyfriend know how much I still mean to you? Do you change some of the details for a more convenient truth? Can he translate how you hold his hand, into levels of your pain? Does he know to ask despite what you may say; are you okay?"¹

You kept your eyes on the paper, trying to hold back tears. James wasn't anywhere close to Joe. And you felt guilty that you weren't 100% committed to him, but you were just attempting to move on; until Joe showed up. After a few moments of silence, Dr. Richards asked if you had anything you wanted to say. You simply handed Joe your paper, knowing that it would answer everything.

Joe read it out loud:

"How I felt so undeserving of you; loved you more than I will admit to. A hundred reasons, and counting still. Never stopped, and I never will."²

Joe stared at your paper in silence, the same way you did to his. When he looked up at you, he saw that you were crying.

"I thought you loved me, too," you sobbed.

He got up, and kneeled on the floor in front of you, taking your face into his hands. "I do love you."

"Then why did you leave me?" You started crying harder; the way you used to cry yourself to sleep at night for the first few months when you came home.

Joe sighed, and wrapped his arms around you to try to comfort you, knowing that trying to explain through your crying would be pointless. But his familiar smell of faint cologne mixed with musty cigarettes, and the feeling of him holding you again, the way you had longed for for so long, made you sob uncontrollably instead.

He held you as close as he could. "I'm sorry, y/n. I can't even explain to you how sorry I am. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done."

You finally mustered up the strength to speak. "Then why did you?" You sniffled.

Joe sighed, and leaned back onto the heels of his boots so he could look at you. He placed his left hand on your right knee, and used his right hand to wipe tears off of your cheek. You were looking at him, all puffy-faced, waiting for an answer.

"This all sounds so silly now," he began. "When I told Webster that I was going to go back, and drive my cab, and then buy a house, you're the only person I was thinking about. But I realized that I was so far from being able to buy a house, that I'd have to work for awhile before I could provide for you. And the closer we got to going home, the more you talked about introducing me to your parents. You come from a family that has always been able to provide you with everything, and I was embarrassed at the thought of being introduced to them as someone that couldn't provide for you the same way. How could I possibly move you to Frisco, away from your family that gives you a great life, to give you absolutely nothing? To give you a life of struggles? I thought for sure your parents would be against us being together then. I just wanted to have something to offer you before we took that step."

"Then why didn't you just tell me that? Instead of running off without saying goodbye?"

He sighed again. "I don't know, pride I guess? It's not like I wanted to tell you that I had nothing to give. And I know you; you would have fought me tooth and nail on it, trying to get me to change my mind. I didn't want the fight. I knew what I had to do. I was just a fool to think that you'd wait for me, especially without me saying a word. And now your parents have set you up with Mr. Fancypants." He rolled his eyes.

"You're right, Joe. We would have fought over it. Because I wanted any life with you. But that doesn't explain why didn't call, or write, to explain what you were doing. I would've waited forever for you. But expecting me to do so, without any inkling of your return, was just unfair."

Joe looked down and sorrowfully nodded in agreement.

You sighed, and lifted his chin with your hand so that he'd look up at you again. "I was having nightmares about losing you. My parents thought they were about what I'd seen at war, and suggested therapy. I agreed to come, but for the real reason; I was completely, and utterly heartbroken. It had been a year, Joe. A year. So, when my parents kept mentioning James, and Dr. Richards suggested at least putting myself out there, I listened. But the truth is," you paused for a moment and gently ran your fingers back through his hair. "My heart never stopped waiting for you. I love you, Joe."

Joe jumped up, taking your face into his hands, and pressed his lips hard onto yours. You couldn't help but smile through the kiss.

"I know it's no excuse, but I waited to contact you until I could tell you that I bought a house. A big house. With lots of bedrooms, for all the little Liebgotts we're gonna be making." He said excitedly, as he was pacing back and forth and flailing his arms in the air.

You giggled and bit your lip, as you found his excitement sexy.

"Well then," Dr. Richards interjected for the first time since your arrival, "I guess we're done here." She smiled.

"I kind of hate to say," you said, "but I think this will be the last time I see you."

"No worries, at all," she replied. "Once you feel better, my job is done."

"Thanks so much for everything, Doc," Joe said as he smiled and aggressively shook her hand.

"Careful, Joe," you warned lightheartedly.

"It's okay," Dr. Richards laughed. "Good luck, you two."

After you said your goodbyes, you and Joe started walking to your car.

"Let's go meet your parents!" He said excitedly.

"Wait a minute, Joe."

He stopped dead in his tracks, a little afraid of what you were going to say.

"Where are you staying?" You asked.

"I got a hotel room. Why?"

You grabbed his hand and placed your car keys in it. "Take me there." He still hadn't moved, so you whispered in his ear. "I need you, Joseph Liebgott."

When you pulled away from him, you smirked and then bit your lip as you backed away from him. When he finally took a step forward, you turned and started running towards the car, giggling the whole way. He chased you until you reached the car door. With your back pressed against it, he put his hands on your hips and pressed his body into yours. He kissed your lips. Then, with his eyes still closed, and his nose touching yours, he inhaled as if he was breathing you in.

"God, I've missed you," he whispered.

"Joey?"

He groaned, as you felt the hardening bulge in his pants; he knew that when you called him that, you wanted him right away. He kissed your lips once more, before opening the car door for you.

He took in the sight of you for a moment, "mmm," he moaned, biting his lip.

There was an air of sexual tension in the car. You hadn't felt his bare skin against yours in over a year, and your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. He noticed that you were staring at him, even though you hadn't noticed it yourself, so he reached over and held your hand for the remainder of the short drive.

When you reached his hotel room, you felt almost nervous. You two had had sex more times than you could count; you couldn't keep your hands off of him during the war, but for some reason, this felt like your first time all over again. Joe wrapped his arms around you, and noticed your heart was racing.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous," he observed.

You took a deep breath, and nodded "yes." Though he wasn't convinced.

"I'm the one that should be nervous," he replied. "I have to compete with your new boyfriend." He tried to keep it light by giving you a little smirk.

"Joe, I haven't slept with him."

He looked at you with a surprised, yet thrilled face.

"And he's not really my boyfriend. And besides," you continued, "no one has ever made my toes curl the way you do." You smiled, and lightly tapped his nose with your index finger.

He moaned. "Come here, gorgeous," he said, and pulled you in closer so that your hips were right up against each other. You felt his growing bulge against your crotch as he kissed you passionately. He then moved to kissing your neck.

"Joe," you exhaled.

He took a short break from kissing your neck to respond, "Yeah, doll?"

"Don't ever leave me again." Your voice broke, and tears started welling up in your eyes, which made Joe stop and look at you.

He took your face into his hands, and looked you straight in the eye. "I won't. I promise."

But a tear still managed to roll down your cheek. He wiped it away, and said "hey, I want you to wear something for me." He reached inside his shirt, and pulled out his dog tags. He lifted them over his head, and held them out in front of you.

"Your dog tags?" You said. "You're still wearing these?"

You went to grab one of the tags when you noticed something new hanging next to the Star of David that he kept on the chain. You gasped. It was a diamond engagement ring.

Joe undid the chain, and removed the ring. After placing his dog tags over your head, he held the ring in his right hand and got down on one knee. You were holding your hands over your mouth, unable to speak anyway, tears streaming down your face again, but this time you were smiling.

"Y/n, I made a mistake leaving you without a word, but I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Everything I did after it, was for you. The 14 hour work days kept me from missing you too much, because you were all I thought about. I'm sorry that I ever made you think otherwise. I'm sorry that I hurt you. Because I love you more than any man could ever love someone. And I want to prove it to you until the day die. So, make me the happiest man on Earth, and marry me?"

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, "yes! Yes in this lifetime, and every lifetime." You jumped into his arms.

He put the ring on your finger, and scooped you up, "let me carry you to your bed, Mrs. Liebgott." He winked.

Hearing him say that made you so much happier than you ever thought it would, and all you could do was giggle the whole way to the bed. He set you down, and slowly slipped your shirt over your head, before quickly taking off his own. You unhooked your bra, and slipped it off, letting his dog tags fall perfectly in between your bare breasts.

He looked you up and down, bit his lip, and nodded.

"Damn. Is it possible that you're even more beautiful than I remembered?"

"No," you laughed.

"What do you mean, no?!" He yelled, playfully. "Take that back."

"Uh-uh," you nodded, smiling.

"Uh-huh," he nodded back, climbing on top of you.

You bit your lip as he had his weight on his hands to each side of you, hovering over you. You trailed your fingers down his bare chest, stopping at his belt buckle. He was watching your face the whole time, so you looked up at him and watched his face in return as you undid his pants. He bit his bottom lip again, and leaned back after you had finished unzipping them. He unbuttoned your pants, and slowly slipped them, and your panties, off of you. He put his hands on your knees.

"Joe, I'm ready." You said, prodding for him to skip the foreplay.

"Oh no, you don't. I haven't tasted this pussy in over a year. I am not skipping it."

"But Joey..." You prodded again, half whining.

But he still proceeded to spread your legs apart. He watched you bite your lip as he kissed his way down your right inner thigh from your knee, down to your warm crotch. The next thing you knew, his tongue was buried deep in your already wet pussy. He groaned with pleasure at the taste of you, which caused a slight vibrating sensation in your crotch. As he alternated between sucking and licking your clit, and fucking your pussy with his tongue, you grabbed the back of his head and moaned to let him know he was hitting the right spots.

He took a break to look up at you from in between your legs, and ask, "glad I didn't skip it now?" He smirked.

You didn't have a chance to respond though, because he slipped two of his fingers into you, and you gasped with pleasure. He went back to sucking your clit as he fucked your soaking wet pussy with his fingers.

"Oh, God..." You moaned.

He looked up at you for a moment, still fingering you. "You know what I want, baby."

He began fingering you faster as he went back to sucking your clit again. Your moaning grew louder; your breathing heavier.

Knowing you were getting close, he pulled back his face slightly to watch you, still fingering you faster, "come on, baby."

Listening to him, you let out a scream, and squirted cum all over his hand.

"That's it, baby. That's what I wanted." He licked your soaking slit from bottom to top once, before watching you gasp for air as he sucked you off of his fingers.

"Kiss me, Joe." You said breathlessly.

He smiled, and climbed on top of you to oblige. You stuck your tongue in his mouth to taste yourself off of his tongue, which made him groan.

You gently pressed your hand into his chest to push him away from you enough to speak. "Joey. I need you. Now." You pleaded.

He smiled and kissed your nose, before proceeding to step off of the bed for a minute to take his pants off. You watched between your spread knees as he took his stiff cock into his right hand and started stroking it.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He continued stroking, watching you grow more desperate.

"Joseph." You demanded, growing impatient.

"Ooh, I've done it now." He smirked, before finally climbing on top of you again, cock still in his hand.

He held the tip of his hard cock at the beginning of your entrance, which caused you to rock your hips back and forth towards him, trying to prod him to enter you. He finally slowly stuck the tip in, but then pulled it out. Your breathing was getting heavier. He did the same thing a few more times; your hips still moving, trying desperately to get him inside of you.

"Joe. Why are you teasing me? I've waited as long as you have."

"Oh, come on, babe." He began, and then continued the rest whispered into your ear, "you know you cum harder when I tease you first."

But in that moment, he slowly entered you completely, until he bottomed out. It took the breath right out of you; you arched your back and rolled your head back. Joe began biting your newly exposed neck, as he simultaneously began slowly thrusting in and out of you. You began breathing heavily.

"Oh, Joe... I've missed you." You exhaled.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?"

You bit your lip, and nodded "yes." You then closed your eyes to focus on nothing but the feeling of Joe's bare cock moving in and out of you, while he watched your face. He was still thrusting slowly, allowing the pleasure to build up inside of you.

"God, you're gorgeous."

You opened your eyes to see him staring at you. You smiled at him, causing him to kiss your lips, and thrust a little faster. You moaned onto his lips in return. Increasing his speed a bit more caused you to roll your head back again and breathe heavier.

"Does that feel good, babe?"

Your only reply was rocking your hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. Getting the message that you were ready for your pleasure to build further, he leaned back and switched his weight from his forearms to his hands to get better leverage. The change in angle made you moan when he hit the right spot. He began moving his cock in and out of you faster; your moans growing louder with every thrust until they turned into words.

"Oh, God, Joe!"

At this point, Joe's thrusts were fast and deep.

"I'm ready for you, baby." Joe said as you approached orgasm.

With a few more thrusts, you were cumming all over his cock. A few additional thrusts after that, and pressing himself into you as deep as he could go, Joe was coating your insides with cum of his own. Still inside of you, Joe dropped back down to his forearms. Both of your breathing was heavy as you panted for air. Joe gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"I've missed you, doll. More than you know." He said.

You ran your fingers through his hair, your new engagement ring sparkling from the light above you. "I've missed your hair."

"My hair??" He laughed.

You smiled and cupped his face with your hands. "Yeah. But only after I missed everything else."

He smiled back at you and kissed your lips softly. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you, Joe."

You laid with each other for awhile, just enjoying being in each other's arms again. When you finally decided to leave the bed, you rushed to your parent's house to tell them the news of your engagement.

You wasted no time getting married, and moving into your new house in San Francisco. And Joe never broke his promise; he never left you again.

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "I never could forget you."

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

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

Warnings: Explicit - 18+, unprotected sex

Summary:

You finally give in to your attraction to Joe Liebgott.

Notes:

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

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Toccoa, 1942

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Denied. Latrine duty. Now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe if you ask nicely."

"Okay. Please shut up?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Time's up, privates!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled and nodded "no."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn." He said, looking at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Joe," you breathed out.

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

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

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

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

"Let go, babe."

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

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

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

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

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

"I need you, Joe. Now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck yeah. You're gorgeous."

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

"Are you begging again?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How's the view?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever you say, doll."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You." You laughed again.

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

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

"Then what's the problem?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was afraid to be near you."

"Why?"

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

"And this was a bad thing?"

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

"I don't follow."

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

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

You felt butterflies in your stomach again.

"Is that okay?" He asked.

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

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

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "I never could forget you."

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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.