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[thanosgf]

band of brothers • behind the scenes pt. 2

[awaterfalls]

Okay, I'm excited to post all of it!!!

• I had to post the pacific cast too bc the pic is so cute to be left out 😊

• I keep looking at this pics all the time and I don't know what to say anymore.. I JUST LOVE THEM!!!! 😭😭😭😭

Part 4/??

[speirslore]

band of brothers: types of kisses hc

(a/n: sorry this is so long… i tried to include a lot of easy company... but if your fav isn't here, please just send an ask and i'll add them!)

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

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

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

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

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

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

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

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

[lewis nixon]

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

so many morning kisses

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

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

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

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

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

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

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

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

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

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

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

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

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

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

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

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

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

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

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

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

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

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

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

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

heavy on kisses instead of words

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

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

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

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

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

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

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

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

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

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

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

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

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

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

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

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

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

the biggest sleepover vibes

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

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

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

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

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

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

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

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

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

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

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

forehead kisses too omg

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe liebgott]

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

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

some very, very eager kisses

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

joe is a great multitasker!

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

(you did but...)

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

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

the men are very used to it by now

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

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

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

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

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

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

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

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

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

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

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

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

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

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

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

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

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

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

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

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

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

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

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

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

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

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

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

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

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

which you always reassure him that he won't

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bill guarnere]

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

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

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

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

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

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

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

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

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

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

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

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

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

his kisses are always firm and secure

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

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

really enjoys holding your hand

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

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

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

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

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

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

[antigoneikk]

What it would actually be like to date various HBOWAR men (modern au):

by me and @guarnerepdf

Speirs:

-is a cokehead finance bro

-you wake up in the middle of the night to him watching you sleep with no explanation given, just an eery smile

-is gaslighting you for purposes unknown (moving your furniture one inch to the left etc)

-buys you the fucking tackiest expensive jewelry and designer clothes as random gifts but half of it is fake

-you justify staying because he takes you to NOBU but you’re afraid to google him

-malarkey keeps telling you he's a serial killer but he has such beautiful hair

-lipton keeps handing you domestic violence brochures when he thinks no one is looking. you throw them away because you want that fucking ugly gucci belt! and the staring is sort of charming after a while

-possibly has a secret child that he is hiding from you. you're not sure.

-the first time you have sex he chokes you without asking and is confused when you get mad at him over it.

-does coke while eating dry fruit loops cereal in the morning. somehow looks hot while doing it.

Liebgott and Webster:

-challengers level toxic throuple, these two come as a pair!

-liebgott is xanned out so badly on the regular that he does not remember the last time he washed his hands.

-lieb met bill and toye in rehab and now all his friends are undergrads even though he's going on thirty.

-lieb won't kiss you in the morning "goddamn it woman, brush your teeth" but will kiss webster no problem!

-lieb likes webster more, but web likes you more because you don't call him slurs and you let him rant to you about sharks.

-you and web unionize at some point to get liebgott back into rehab. when he's gone you realize your relationship is 200 million times healthier but also extremely boring. you take him back the minute he releases himself AMA.

-lieb cannot figure out how to work tiktok, meanwhile webster has 100k subscribers on youtube and does grwm story time videos.

-you once had to be driven home by babe from the gas station after lieb kicked you out of the car. the fight was because he didn't believe you when you said you were allergic to gluten. babe lets you play cinnamon girl by lana del rey on the way home.

-lieb keeps trying to weaponize therapy language against you, 'baby you're fucking gaslighting me!' webster just makes it worse when he tries to explain what the terms actually mean.

Bill:

-you start dating Bill after he steals you away from Babe. Babe was nice, but you got the ick immediately after realizing he's not the leader of the friend group.

-bill sends you disgusting dick pics with extremely poor lighting. you can see his bottle of lotion in the background.

-you think it's sweet that he brings flowers when you go out until you realize they're stolen from the neighbor's flowerbed.

-you have an extremely lavish jersey shore wedding that culminates in a horrible fight when he shoves cake in your face ruining your 400 dollar makeup (that you paid for) and your 2000 dollar dress (that you paid for). during your vows babe has to hold himself back from saying something when the priest asks if there are any objections.

-DIRTY fingernails! does not wash his hands. gives you a UTI but doesn't understand that it's his fault.

-Doesn't cheat but is always on the brink of it.

-Follows multiple swimsuit models on Insta, claims it's okay because 'sweetheart, listen, it's all on the screen!'

-Is so cheap he refuses to pay for extra sugar for your coffee, 'you've had it bitter before, babe.' you are ready to murder him. takes you to chili's and acts like it's a michelin star restaurant.

Talbert:

-cheats on you immediately. within the first week.

-sends you anonymous texts to get STD tested, too scared to actually go to the clinic but is certain he's dying of syphilis.

-cries to lip for an hour when you leave him for speirs.

Gale Cleven:

-'sweetheart. are you really gonna wear that out to dinner? it's a bit...well... risque.'

-accuses you of being an alchoholic every time you drink, but Bucky has done four Jeagerbombs tonight and isn't getting any lectures. Also. Why is Bucky with you two on your date night?

-is straight but keeps stringing Bucky along because he reminds him of his father and for narcissism reasons.

-marge messages you on facebook to warn you about him, and also to sell you on her new MLM scheme.

-bucky keeps giving you mean little grins as he hangs off your man....you are very close to murdering him.

-you finally leave him after he calls you daddy in bed. not mommy. but daddy.

Bucky:

-gives you chlamidya three weeks into dating. gaslights you into thinking you got it from sitting on a public toilet seat.

-drives drunk while you're in the passenger seat, goes above 90 and almost kills the both of you.

-is in love with gale and you both know it but refuses to talk about it.

-laughs when you start crying over your new STD diagnosis.

-is the worst boyfriend in the entire world. do not date this man!

Leckie:

-cheats on you with vera, but has a jealous meltdown everytime you talk to hoosier at house parties. you were literally just asking the man for a lighter.

-hoosier is stirring shit up for shits and giggles. he keeps liking your thirst trap insta photos, commenting 'photo cred'

-cries when you confront him about cheating. writes a poem to you about how badly hurt he was by the whole situation. says he only did it because that's how he was raised! no one taught him how to love properly!!

-exploits his family trauma at any given opportunity, shameless about it

-writes you sweet yet cringy love poems

-chuckler keeps trying to warn you but is so awkward about it that you just end up super confused

-blows up the minute you try and critique his writing

-tells you you're acting 'just like you're mother!' during arguments

-eventually you break up because you cheat on him with hoosier and he cheats on you again with vera

Hoosier:

-completely emotionally unavailable

-laughs at you in the middle of a fight, then when you storm out he stares at the wall for four hours straight. no blinking. no moving.

-goes to chuckler thinking he's dying because he has a 'weird feeling in his stomach.' the feeling is literally just a crush.

-catches leckie flirting with you. doesn't cause a scene but DOES immediately cheat on you as a retaliatory action. has no idea why you're mad about it.

-determined to hurt you before you hurt him.

-somehow makes you think you're in the wrong due to the sheer FORCE of his conviction that it was okay for him to cheat on you.

-you two break up but get back together after having a baby. the baby is possibly not hoosier's but he's a genuinely good father. (the baby very obviously has leckie's face. no one is fooled.)

-during your wedding ceremony leckie has to be thrown out after making the worst best man speech of all time.

-parent teacher conferences are a nightmare because your child is biting the other kids and is failing all her classes. hoosier blames you for not helping her with her homework. you all go out to souplantation afterwards and he keeps dropping barbs about you being a dumbass.

-the two of you stay married for 40 beautiful years before dying of old age. within those 40 years you separate and get back together a total of 5 times. leckie somehow outlives you both.

Luz:

-is sweet and lovely and handsome and makes you laugh a lot but

-you're banned from six movie theatres, three bars, the pier, disneyland, and a froyo shop

-you don't even LIKE froyo but the fact that you can't fucking go there anymore is driving you up the wall

-you got kicked out of disneyland because he got into a fistfight with donald duck

-his mother HATES you. she is the ultimate boy mom. they are constantly talking about you in Portuguese behind your back. she wears white to your wedding.

-cannot go grocery shopping because he's stopped every five feet by some old acquaintance. you have no idea how he knows any of these people!

Eugene:

-you're his beard but he doesn't know it

-is the ideal gay boyfriend/husband

-buys you flowers and takes you out on beautiful dates. cringes when you try to kiss him

-everything would be PERFECT except snafu keeps creating dummy accounts to harass you, drives by your house at all hours of the night, and you're pretty sure he's planning to SWAT you.

-eugene has no idea why you hate snafu? he's such a sweet guy!

Babe:

-you're a bit embarrassed to tell your friends you're dating him....he's sweet but just so dorky

-almost puked on you after taking a dab at bill's house. you had to comfort him for ten minutes

-long suffering angel who you cheat on because you know he's just too good for you.... better to hurt him before he leaves you first!

-is popular on tiktok somehow. you have no idea how this happened but it did

[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part XIV/?)

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

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

Tags:

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf @jetjuliette @luvrottt @fromjupitertocentauri

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

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

Warnings: language, mild allusions to sex

A/N: Surprise surprise, you get two chapters in one week! Who's surprised? Not me lmao. Anyway y'all better get ready for the next two chapters. Enjoy the harmless (🧐?) drama for now tho <3

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"Grant!" He turned at the sound of my voice, eyes squinting against the lowering sun bathing the camp as he slowed his pace. "I need your help for a second."

Ramirez and McClung came to a halt as soon as they realized their friend had stopped, throwing curious glances back at us both.

Chuck adjusted the strap on his rifle and approached, maintaining a safe distance. "What is it?"

"Problem with the supply count." I kept my tone even, casual. It wasn't a good lie, but it didn't have to be.

His brows drew at my statement— clocked it. With a muttered 'I'll catch up' to the two men with him, he followed as I turned and headed behind one of the barracks. Out of sight.

I didn't waste time beating around the bush.

"George saw."

Chuck blinked as if he couldn't believe his ears. "What?"

"In the supply room. He saw us." I repeated, trying not to sound as alarmed as I felt. "Through the window or—I don't know. Doesn't matter. He told Malarkey. They pulled me aside, tried to do some kind of... fucking intervention."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Don didn't even wait for me to shut the door of the shed Luz and him had dragged me into.

"How bad?" He asked, arms akimbo.

I frowned, pushing the wooden gate behind me until I heard a soft click. "How bad what?"

Malarkey's jaw twitched. "How bad did you wanna fuck him over? Seriously."

I blinked, my stomach twisting at the weight of his tone. My gaze flickered to George. He was fidgeting with an unlit cigarette, not meeting my eyes.

My breath caught. "You—" Fuck. I straightened on the spot. "Okay. Whatever you think you know—"

"Oh, I know." Malarkey declared, staring at me like I was the biggest headache he'd ever had. "George saw."

I snapped my eyes to Luz, heat crawling up my neck.

"I wasn't tryna see anything!" He explained, a bit panicked. "I just— I went to grab some smokes, and I heard—" He cut himself off with a wince. "Look, you two weren't exactly quiet, okay?"

Shame curled in my stomach, but it was quickly burned away by something sharper. I turned back to Malarkey.

"Who else knows?"

His stare didn't waver. "Just us."

"Perco knows." George cut in, lifting his hands in surrender when we both gaped at him. "What? He was with me."

"Alright." I puffed, already taking half a step back to the door. "Just you. Then drop it."

George scoffed. "Yeah, not gonna happen."

"Why." I ground my teeth. "It's none of your business."

Malarkey's brows shot up. "None of— You think this is just about you?" He let out a humorless laugh. "He's gonna make it everyone's problem."

My arms tightened around myself. "This has nothing to do with him."

"Nothing to—" George barked out a laugh. "Couldn't you fuck that H Company fella who made a move on you last month? Did it have to be Liebgott's friend?"

I narrowed my eyes. "What, I can't pick who I fuck in case Liebgott throws a fit?"

Malarkey ran a hand down his face, frustration rolling off of him. "Are you kidding?! I'd throw a fit if I were him!"

I scoffed. "Why would you?"

Malarkey groaned with widened eyes. "He LIKES you!"

"We went through that already!" I threw my hands up, doing a half turn. "He doesn't like me!"

"So you fucked his best friend 'cause you think he doesn't like you?" George deadpanned with a sardonic smile.

"I fucked his best friend because I wanted to." I retorted, my voice sharp. "Joe isn't part of this equation."

"From where I'm standing," Malarkey pointed at his feet with his index finger. "it looks like Joe is the equation."

"Why isn't Grant getting a lecture?"

"'Cause he's not my best friend." The ginger spat, leaning forward in my direction. "Can you get your head out of your ass for a second?"

"You're being dramatic."

The two men exchanged a glance. My pulse thrummed in my ears. George let out a breath. "Lieb's gonna kill him."

I swallowed hard. "He's not gonna know."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I rubbed a hand down my face, jaw tight. My skin still felt warm from the confrontation, the sting of it clinging to the edges of my thoughts.

Chuck sighed, seemingly calm. He sounded resigned when he spoke.

"George is gonna tell the whole damn company."

"He said he wouldn't."

"And you believed him?"

I scoffed, a bit bitter, a bit anxious. The best thing I could give him was that non-answer. He crossed his arms, taking a moment to ponder how to approach this situation.

"Did anyone else see?" he said.

"Perconte."

"It's gonna spread." He tilted his head, accommodating the rifle on his shoulder.

"Yeah." I looked away into the darkening horizon of the french camp. "Good fucking luck to us."

He studied me for another second, then exhaled through his nose like the whole thing was a nuisance, not worth the trouble.

"He's gonna kill me."

"Put the blame on me, then."

Chuck huffed a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Right. He's not gonna buy that.'

"Why not?"

He gestured vaguely between us. "What—how—how am I supposed to lay it down for him? 'Hey Joe, it was all her. Yeah, no, I tripped and fucked her by accident.' For Christ's sake."

Right.

"Don says he's gonna lose it." I muttered, quieter this time.

"Probably." Chuck responded, even. "Couldn't have this happened last week?" He added with a tinge of frustration. No explanation needed. It would have been easier to deal with the situation we found ourselves tangled into if we were still in Holland —still fighting, still patrolling, still having bigger things to worry about.

But here, in Mourmelon? with nothing better to do aside from drinking, training and bitching about Dike? A debacle waiting to happen. We stood in front of each other with nothing left to say that would fix it.

He reached up, thumb rubbing lightly over his brow. "You want me to talk to him?"

"No," I denied with my head, kicking a stray cartridge abandoned on the dirt road. "No, I'll deal with it."

"Don't." It was final enough to raise questions in me. "Joe's been..." Chuck exhaled through his nose, making a point to avoid my confused gaze. "He's wound up."

"He's always wound up." I countered.

"Not like this." Chuck's cautioning pitch made a pang of worry flourish in my stomach.

"What's that mean?"

Hesitation flashed through his face. "We should let it blow over." He chose his words carefully. "Hope it doesn't reach him."

"Alright." I agreed and took a step back, cueing him to finish the conversation. "Just keep an eye out."

"You too." He squeezed my arm and walked out of the secluded corner behind the barracks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I scanned the group and spotted Y/n near the edge, toying with her gloves. A couple of strands stuck slightly to her temple, damp from her shower. She was smiling at something Hoobler had said. Fuck, maybe I should've waited for her outside the showers.

JOE'S P. O. V.

The crowd outside the cinema tent was already starting to thicken, cigarette smoke curling in the air, boots scuffing over half-frozen dirt. Someone was laughing too loud. I caught sight of Muck waving his arms around mid-story, a grin stretched across his face. Seeing everyone so light almost felt off, and it made me wonder if I was just falling behind or if they had gotten better at pretending we were okay.

I made my way over, halfheartedly squeezing myself before I could talk myself out of it.

"Hey." I called out, low, just for her.

Her head snapped in my direction just as I reached her side, and I could feel the air in my lungs thicken. She didn't look aloof, but face wasn't exactly warm either. Maybe she was bracing for something, or maybe she was as taken aback as I was by this.

"What is it?" It was a near-whisper, and I tried to recall when was the last time we spoke to each other this close.

"Can we talk?"

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, gaze darting to the tent, then to the men filtering into it. "I'm gonna see the movie."

My jaw clenched. There goes nothing.

"We can talk afterwards." Her voice softened when she threw me that lifeline, like she had noticed the edge in her own tone.

I can work with that, I thought.

"I'll wait."

She nodded and parted her lips to tell me something that didn't come. With a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes, she excused herself and went into the tent.

My feet stayed glued on the spot, the mid-December breeze biting at the bits of my skin that remained exposed.

The noise from inside was muffled, voices blending with the flicker of old reel and static. I checked my wristwatch three times before my mind wandered off, getting lost someplace else.

I didn't know how long I stood there; enough for the cold to chew through my sleeves and into the bone. I only noticed my fingers had gone numb when I tried to dig them deeper into my jacket pockets.

"—Lieb."

I blinked the turmoil of thoughts away, Skinny's voice pulling me back to the camp. He stop a couple of feet away, holding up the tent's tarp with Talbert, Ramirez and Grant close behind.

"Huh?"

"Are you coming in?" Skinny asked, probably for the second time, jabbing a thumb towards the cinema. When I didn't reply immediately, he asked, "you alright?"

"Yeah."

Talbert, careful, jumped into the interaction. "You talked to her yet?"

Oh, Jesus Christ.

"Talk to who? Y/n?" Grant questioned, eyes ping-ponging between me and Tab.

"He was gonna tell her something." The brunette clarified, making me huff a frustrated breath. "Did you?" He asked, turning to face me.

"No, she went in." I forced my sentence not to sound too clipped. I wasn't in the mood for yet another lecture about how I couldn't snap at everything that irritated me. I didn't have the strength to lie and tell them they were wrong, either. "I'm waiting."

“Until the movie ends?” Ramirez quirked a brow and turned to the small group. "Ain't they playing Seven Sinners?"

"Yeah," Skinny confirmed, "you're gonna freeze out here waiting."

An annoyed exhale seeped out of me. My friends shared glances that spoke volumes without saying a word out loud.

"I'll go get her." Talbert announced, walking past Grant and Ramirez. Not past me. I grabbed his arm before he made it into the tent.

"She's watching the damn movie." I bit out.

"Then get in and wait inside." He countered in a more serious tone.

"Can you stop telling me what the fuck I gotta do?"

Tab's usual boyish smile vanished, giving way to exasperation. "I don't know. Can you stop being a dick for a minute?"

Skinny spared us a mildly worried look and mumbled something about heading in. No one stopped him.

"What do you wanna tell her that's so important?" Chuck inquired, his blue eyes trying to decipher something I myself didn't understand.

"None of your business."

"Jesus Christ, Joe." Chuck scoffed humorlessly. "Is this how it's gonna be until we're deployed again? You being a prick just 'cause you're lovesick?"

I narrowed my eyes. "The fuck did you just say?"

"Grant." Ramirez gave our friend a light shove on his shoulder. A warning.

I let go of Talberts arm, only for him to catch mine while I attempted to get closer to Chuck. "You think that's what's going on?"

"Why are you willing to freeze out here, then?" His voice raised, and that only made it harder to water down the burning rage brewing inside me. Not because of him, though, but it sure wasn't helping.

"Better shut the hell up, alright?" Ramirez muttered, not at me. At Grant. Again. I drew my brows at them.

Before the argument could escalate, the lightbulbs in the cinema lit up and the soldiers who had been watching the movie began exiting the tent in dribs and drabs with somber visages.

"What the hell..." Talbert muttered under his breath, releasing me from his prudent grasp.

Chuck was the quickest of the four to take a hold of someone —that someone being Y/n. "Hey," his hand trapped her wrist for a split second, making her come to a stop. "What's going on?"

"The Germans broke through the Ardennes forest." Her dulled irises travelled quick from Grant to me, indecipherable. "We're moving out."

"Wait— now?" Y/n shook her head affirmatively in response to my question, making us all groan and cuss.

"Grab what you can." She warned, and, as if she could feel I was about to call for her, she added for me only, "Not now." And with that, she was off into the sea of uniforms.

Not now. Then, when?

[bellewintersroe]

Easy Boys x Reader - Smut

Smutty smut - how the sex goes down after months of not being able to touch one another, 18+ content below the cut - like pure filth so be warned.

Babe Heffron:

“Babe.” You’d be grinding on top of him, the two of you attempting to keep quiet as you move your hips back and forth on top of him. You’d be red in the cheeks, the warmest you’d felt in months, completely naked in the small bedroom you’d escaped to in Haguenau. Babe would swallow harshly, hands digging into your hips as he focuses on not cumming so quickly but he’s so captivated by the way your body moves against his, the way your face is confronted in pleasure and the way your tits would bounce with every movement.

Your back would be arched and you’re feeling like you’re ready to hit your peak until somebody bangs harshly on the door. “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Babe would shoot up, pulling your body below his protectively, with a harsh shout of, “nothin’! Go away!” At first he’d be a little disgruntled that your first love making session after months would be interrupted. “You’re doin’ nothin’?!” One of the other men would call out, not sounding so sure and you’d make eye contact and begin giggling before shushing each other.

“Yeah, nothin’! Just fuck off!” He called out again before looking down to you and kissing you deeply. “Just make sure you wrap it, Babe!”

Ron Speirs:

Dirty, dirty, pent up tension sex in his office after waiting for so fucking long. He’d have you bent over his table, your hands gripping onto anything they could find as he’d hold you by the hips and thighs, pulling your body into his with every single thrust of his hips.

It would be the kind of sex where you can’t walk properly for days after, like it’s sinful but you have to say quiet. Ron has his tie wrapped around your mouth, gagging you as he mutters praises every now and then.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

“God, I love this pussy.”

Ron is such a dom, and the two of you would get soooo carried away with how rough and lustful the sex gets. When you’re laid back over his desk and he’s on top of you he doesn’t give two shits about swiping everything onto the floor. After, when both of you are dishevelled and relieved it takes a whole long time to tidy up the mess you both make.

Joe Liebgott:

The two of you are friends until things bubble over during the party in Eindhoven. One minute you’re talking about how the neither has got any for months and then next thing you know you’re making out as needy and desperate as anything. The underlying sexual tension finally bubbles over and Joe is groping at your titties as you lay back on the table in some random house and he fucks you stood up.

The two of you don’t really speak, but considering how loud the festivities and party goers are outside you can be as loud as you want resulting in some pretty noisy, energetic sex. I wouldn’t necessarily call it rough, but it’s quick, his thrusts are erratic and you’re bouncing like crazy on top of him. Joe’s super cautious however, like he’d deffo check several times that you’re sure, especially as you’re friends- you’d deffo forget to use a condom and after the sex it sure does make for some awkward meetings later on.

Gene Roe:

Listen, cos you’re a nurse and he’s a medic you probs get the opportunity to be together alot more than you would in any other position. But just because you’re together doesn’t mean you’re alone, you’ve both tried for months to get some time alone, behind the closed curtains in the aid station, outside behind a bombed out building- hell you’d even sought each other out in a foxhole sometimes.

But nothing went past making out and touching over the clothes, that was until now. You’d finally got back to England and the house he was billeted in was empty for the night meaning you two were left to it on a rickety single bed. Did either of you care? No. The two of you would spend hours exploring one another’s body’s again, kissing, biting, sucking. Gene would have his head between for legs for hours if he could, and when he’d on top, fucking into you he’s already warning you he can’t last for long. Poor Gene would probs finish so fast but he’d go for another round, huffing and puffing past how sensitive his cock was because he knows it makes you feel so good.

Joe Toye:

“Fucking finally.” He’d mutter as soon as he was inside of you. His hips would move slowly, exhaling as he throws his sling onto the aid station cot behind him. “Joe.” You’d warn quietly. It’s super late in the aid station, Joe’s messed his arm up and the only perk of being at the aid station is that he gets to see you. After a heated exchange you find an empty space and the two of you give into your temptations.

It’s slow and sensual, you both have to be extra fucking quiet but Joe’s kissing up and down your spine when he takes you from behind, muffling your breaths with his hand and spilling his cum all over your ass, feeling like he could bust all over again at the sight of his seed dripping over your sweet pussy.

“Just 10 more minutes, huh, sugar?”

Lewis Nixon:

After you both go through breakups towards the end of the war, neither of you have had sex for a good year. The two of you would be drunk and comforting one another and one thing leads to another and soon you’re writhing beneath him, moaning out ‘sir’ as he’s bucking into you. Ugh and it’s so good, so lustful and dirty, you both have so much pent up emotion that’s released during the sex and afterwards the two of you kinda look each other like, ‘holy fuck that was good, did we actually just do that?’

Lewis deffo shares a cigarette with you after.

Floyd Talbert:

“C’mere, doll.” He’d hush pulling you into some kind of shed, close enough to where everybody in the company were. He had you picked up, holding your thighs and ass up whilst he fucked you as quietly as possible. Neither of you cared about the impractical location, you were alone and Floyd was inside you. The two of you probably wouldn’t bother with a condom which ummm leads to a worrying few weeks after but it’s all chill.

Floyd would have you in every kinda position, on the floor, up against the wooden wall- only when the whole shed was shaking did he have to lay you down using his blazer as a barrier between you and the floor. Floyd would be all over you, squeezing, grabbing, kissing, even though it’s probably just a quickly he’d throw in a million different things, including foreplay just to touch all the bases.

[saint-petah-the-good]

when your bbg is a war veteran

[web-gottt]

(luz x reader if you squint)

die with a smile (lady gaga and bruno mars) but it's actually you and the boys of easy company. winters had sent you to get a hot meal in bastogne, you needed it after everything you had done in the past days. but the church and surrounding area was bombed, to gene's horror nobody could find you and he had to bring that news back to the company.

the morale is horrifically low as they have to continue on as if you're not missing - no one wanting the think of the dead word. everyone's sat in that church, the choir is singing and all they can think about is you - especially liebgott, gene, floyd and luz (some of your closest friends within the company). fast forward to the first day in haguenau and all the boys are sorting out sleeping situations etc. a fresh scar runs down the right side of your face, above and under your eye (your eye is absolutely fine, thank god), on your cheek all the way down to the top of your lip. theres a few small scars from shrapnel covering your hands, one or two on your neck but nothing terrible. lucky for you, you were on the very outskirts of where the bomb had hit, been discovered by some air force pilots. you had absolutely demanded not be sent to a hospital and to be sent back to where easy company were, and your angry demands were relieved. luz, lip, webster, speirs and a few others are in the room of a house. theres a silence before george looks up and there you are. "hey-" you begin to speak but the cigarette literally falls out of luz's mouth, and you can see this smile etching onto his lips- happiness, despite how exhausted he looks. "holy- y/n?" "hi george" your soft voice sounding like literal heaven. medicine to the ears. both lip and speirs look up from the couch. the look in their eyes did more than words needed.

a hesitant george starts to walk closer to you for a hug but your instantly hugging him before he moves properly. his arms are so tight around you and as you pull apart, your hand is in his yours and he's just looking over you (and the very present scar down your face) making sure you're actually alive and that this isn't some delirious hallucination.

"good to see you, y/l/n" lip speaks out, speirs nodding in agreement, to which you smile at. word must've spread fast from the other troopers of you being with them still because within a few minutes, fast paced stomping can be heard from the entrance of the house before the room you're in.

"y/n?" liebgott. letting go of george's hand, you turn to see joe, floyd, grant, babe and few others. seeing your face, their eyes collectively fall onto the marking on your face - but it doesn't matter you're alive.

[bandagesandloveletters]

Band of Brothers Masterlist

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

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

Lewis Nixon

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

Richard "Dick" Winters

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

Chuck Grant

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

Floyd Talbert

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

George Luz

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

Joe Liebgott

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

[awaterfalls]

yep again!!

• matt is so beautiful 😍 I can't

• Ross pics gave me life

• once again, I love them

Part 6/??? (I believe)

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 4- The Catch

Summary: Carentan was a harsh bloody battle. As you and Doc are tending to multiple wounded men, you eventually run into Liebgott while he’s comforting a severely wounded fellow soldier he was partnered with. After the Americans claimed the town, eventually the boys of Easy were pleasantly surprised when they had an evening at a pub when you arrived polished up like a lady with a song in your heart.

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Death, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚

Chapter takes place Episode 1x4 Replacements

Song selection for this piece:

Good Night, My Love by Ella Fitzgerald

{Provided below at the end of the chapter}

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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As you come up on Carentan, you’re met with heavy fire from German snipers hiding inside some of the buildings. Most of you take cover in the ditches on either side of the road but are just made easy targets for the Germans since everyone was still out in the open. 

Winters shouted at the troops to move forward to get cover and started to physically lift each soldier he passed to get them moving. 

“Get yourselves out of those trenches!”  

After finally making entry into the town, American soldiers scatter to wherever they can to get cover from all of the gunfire coming from every direction. 

You and Doc on separate ends of the streets trying to keep low to tend to the wounded. 

“MEDIC!!” 

You race to two soldiers landing on your knees next to them, one on the ground with a trail of blood coming from his helmet, the other crouching over him. 

“He’s still breathing, help me carry him!” You call out. You each grab an arm of the injured soldier and drag him behind a building. 

While you’re working on the nameless soldier’s head wound, a drug store gets blasted by German artillery not far from where you were, the force from the explosion sending you sideways into the brick wall next to you. 

Your ears intensely ringing, it’s all you can hear for a moment until you hear Liebgott’s voice. 

“TIPPER! TIP! Answer me, Tip!” Joe calls out to his partner, Ed Tipper who sadly had been in the building when the blast occurred.  

You shake your head vigorously in an attempt open your ears and regain your composure. When you finally snap out of it, you look up to see Tipper stumbling out of the destroyed storefront of the pharmacy, the left side of his face completely torn up from shrapnel, and his right thigh blown wide open, the artery clearly lacerated and bleeding out.  

Liebgott running, stops dead in his tracks when he sees Tipper. 

“Joe?? Is that you??” Tipper calls out trembling. 

Liebgott stunned by Tipper’s bloody appearance, slowly approached him carefully setting down is rifle. 

“Lookin’ good, Tip.” Joe says reassuringly placing his rifle on the ground, “-lookin’ real good.” 

Liebgott gently took Tipper by the arm, leading him out of the building. 

“Come here, buddy, you gotta sit down. Come here...Come on...” He slowly helped Tipper to the ground, “Easy, easy...There you go...there you go.”  

Liebgott crouched next to Tipper and gently guided his head to rest in the crook of his neck.  

Tipper’s breath became ragged and labored. As he started coughing up blood, Joe surveyed the rest of the damage on him. He discovers the right thigh wound, bleeding out and pulsating where the artery was hit, then the right foot exposed through the boot also drenched in red. 

“Ah Jesus...” Liebgott whispered to himself stroking Tipper’s hair. “You hang in there, buddy. Okay, we're gonna get you fixed up. All right...okay. Guys, you wanna give me a hand here? Come on.”  

He started to lift Tipper as you approached. Before the other two soldiers could help Liebgott pick him up, you push through them grabbing Tipper’s right arm to bring it across the back of your shoulders and assist carrying him to safety. 

“Over here, Lieb.” You direct.  

You both rest Tipper against the wall as you grab a large dressing from your med bag, putting it directly over his thigh to apply pressure. You knew it would be to no avail since the artery needed to be held closed to keep the blood in and he’s lost so much blood already. Without plasma, you couldn’t do much. 

“Tip, I’m right here.” You comfort him, putting your face in his line of sight so he can see you. 

Liebgott staring stood up slowly, waiting for you to work your healing magic, but you already knew Tipper’s fate was sealed. You look up apologetically at Joe and shake your head.  

~~~~~~~ 

After the dust finally settled, the town was now under American control. The time in Carentan was short lived, as orders came through for Easy to attack East towards the low ground. Easy went from the Western part of Carentan towards the South, near the village of Douville. You all are confronted with a major German resistance upon your arrival. The Germans launched a strong counter- attack with tanks and armored vehicles. Fortunately, Sherman tank reinforcements arrived, breaking the German lines of contact and shortly abandoned the hill. 

A few days later, after a failed reconnaissance mission, Easy was removed from the front lines and sent back to Sainte-Mère-du-Monte to recover from the combat you all had endured. To Easy’s misfortune, Lipton announces you all are to return to combat in September. New orders state Easy is to drop into Holland to liberate the people from German tyranny. 

But when Easy approaches Eindhoven, the locals commemorate your arrival with celebration in the streets with banners waving and cheers of appreciation. Women of the village kiss each soldier on the cheeks and mouths as they pass, while the men hug or shake their hands showing their gratitude. 

It was chaotic. Everywhere you looked, people were dancing and shouting in the streets while music blared from a band off to the side. You were once again separated from Joe.  

You hear Lipton yelling, “Keep moving!!” He repeated over and over amongst the crowd as he ushered the guys up the street.  

This was an unusual change of pace for Easy Company. Instead of being met with gunshots and explosions, you’re welcomed with warm smiles and affection from the locals. Some of the guys took advantage of the situation getting in some extra kisses from the local women.  

You wondered if Liebgott was kissing any of these women. Afterall, they seemed to be wearing some of their best dresses with make-up and here you were, having looked like a hag for nearly four months since you dropped on D-Day. Why wouldn’t he get his kisses in while he had the chance to get one from a lady looking like she had at least been bathing consistently? 

This thought discouraged you. You hadn’t done yourself up since Toccoa. You release a sigh of frustration and continue pushing through the crowd. 

~~~~~~~ 

That evening, Easy got together with some of the new Easy replacements in attendance at what seemed to be a barn made into an improvised pub. There was a dartboard on the wall, and multiple tables and chairs set up. A simple radio playing some popular tunes sat on the bar. 

“Hey, Lieb, where’s Y/L/N?” Perconte asked. 

Liebgott shrugged. “Last I heard she went to one of the local women’s houses to get cleaned up.” 

“Betchya we won’t even recognize her.” Guarnere joked. 

The guys all laughed collectively. Malarkey pushed through the crowd trying to get everyone’s attention. 

“Hey, guys! Get a look at the bird that just came in!” Malarkey pointed towards the entrance with a wide eager smile. 

Everyone redirected their attention to the front of the room. Most of the men of Easy caught sight of an almost familiar woman wearing the standard female Army dress uniform complete with skirt, simple heels, and clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in. 

Liebgott’s jaw dropped, (as did everyone’s). 

“Who the hell is that?” Talbert asked. 

“Floyd, you’re an idiot.” Guarnere asserted. 

“It’s our little lady medic, boys.” Randleman pointed out affectionately. 

Excited murmurs and whispers filtered across the room. 

You start to make your way to Easy in the back. Of course, you’re approached by several other members from other companies there, but you kindly decline their advances so you can get to your own. 

“Hey, fellas.” You greet as you near the group of Easy soldiers. 

They all inaudibly respond with their own forms of welcome, then all fall silent leaving a heavy blanket of tension in the air between you and them. You look around suspiciously wondering why none of them were making eye contact with you or speaking. Some looked like they were even holding their breath. 

“What’s wrong with you guys? It just Y/L/N! Quit acting like you never seen a woman before.” Nixon said addressing the men. 

“Yeah, but that’s just it, sir, it’s Y/L/N...dolled up. She don’t normally look like this.” Guarnere explained. 

Nixon laughed. “Then it would be gentlemanly of one of you to offer her a seat while I get her a drink. What will you have Y/L/N?” He called out to you. 

“Thank you, sir, any beer will be just fine.” You replied with a relieved smile. 

“You clean up nice, L/N!” Malarkey commended as he pulled you in for a one-armed hug. 

“Thanks, Don.” You respond as your cheeks heat up.  

The rest of the guys agree simultaneously, each voicing over the other how great you looked. 

You laugh nervously, “Gee, guys, thanks.” Was all you could say. 

You weren’t used to this kind of attention from the boys. As the awkwardness lifted and everyone started to resume socializing, your eyes eventually met Liebgott’s.  

You each smile at eachother. 

“Here you go, L/N.” Nixon handed you a bottle with a wink. 

“Thanks, sir. Cheers!” You raise your beer clinking it against his highball glass of Vat 69 whiskey on the rocks. 

You finally go to stand with Liebgott.  

When you reached him, he gently pulled you in by your waist and leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“You’re a knockout, sweetheart.” He professed with that Joe Liebgott smirk.  

You felt his warm breath dance along your neck, making your spine shiver and the butterflies rise in your stomach. 

Your breath caught in your chest, and you smiled shyly at him. 

“Lookin’ dapper yourself, Joe.” You reply as you readjust his tie. 

Your little moment was interrupted abruptly by Guarnere. 

“Hey Joe, if you ain’t gonna have a dance with her, how ‘bout letting one of us take her once around the room?” He teased. 

An upoar of laughter erupted from the group. 

Joe looked at you and raised his eyebrows, “How about it, doll?” He asked. 

“Oh, I don’t think I can dance in these shoes, Joe. I tripped twice outside on the way over here.” You admitted. 

Joe chuckled then Luz came up to you. 

“Hey Y/F/N! Bull here says you got some pipes on ya? Can you sing us a little something?” He bid. 

You direct a look of betrayal towards Randleman. 

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone, Bull.” You reminded him sharply. 

“It would be a crime and shame to keep that voice a secret, lady.” Randleman declared. 

Laughter fills the air. 

“So, whaddya say? One song? For us?” Luz begged again. 

You look around at all the eager faces of the men in Easy Company, and you smile. 

“How about some Ella Fitzgerald?” You suggest. 

The men cheered and ushered you over to the upright piano against the wall by the bar.  

“Hey, we can’t see her!” One soldier shouted from the back. 

“Give her something to stand on!” Another one called out. 

Toye placed a chair next to the piano as Liebgott offered his hand to help you up. 

When you came into view of the audience, all the men applauded, directing whistles and howls of admiration. 

You grimace playfully shaking your head mouthing, “Knock it off!” as you wave them down. 

A soldier from the crowd sat at the piano. 

“You know, Goodnight, My Love?” You ask him.  

The soldier nodded and began playing the selection from memory. 

You serenade with all your heart and soul, immediately capturing the room. As you sing, you look from one awestruck face to another, making sure to smile as any good entertainer would do in the movies. You felt like a starlet. 

The whole room leaning in listening intensively, some ogling at you from the tables, your eyes connect with Joe’s who’s standing along the front. He grins as he watches you admirably and you can’t help but return a smile.  

At that moment on the last line of the song, you lost your balance. 

🎶Sleep tight, my love, goodnight, my love 

Remember that you’re my sweetheart--🎶

“GASP!”

All the air suddenly left your lungs as you feel your feet leaving the surface of the chair. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as Joe swiftly swooped in catching you bridal style before you can hit the floor. The room in unison choked with concern. 

The world went still while Joe was holding you. Your faces so close, your cheeks reddened and once again your breath stuck in your throat somewhere. 

 “Nice grab, Liebgott!” You hear Guarnere shout. The room laughed and applauded as Joe turned still carrying you, smiling mischievously from ear to ear. 

“What a finale!” Compton called out. 

“No more booze for her!” Luz teased. More laughter. 

Liebgott set you on your feet. 

“You good?” He asked. You nod.

“Thanks to you.” You beamed. You leaned in and kissed his cheek to show your gratitude for the rescue. 

You heard some of the guys mockingly whistle at you and Liebgott for this little show of affection. 

His astonishment had left his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide making you giggle. He leered playfully at you. 

“You missed, sweetheart.” He eluded as he tapped his lips with his finger winking at you. 

You raised an eyebrow at him skeptically. With your fore and middle fingers together, you press them to your red lips, kiss the pads, then place them onto Joe’s waiting lips which he gladly kissed. A devilish grin stretched across his face. 

“Maybe next time we can have that dance?” He suggested. 

“Sure, Joe. At least I know I can depend on you to catch me if I fall again.” You proclaim with a wink and a coy smile. 

“I’ll always be there to save you, sweetheart.”  

~~~~~~~

For your hearing pleasure,

Good Night, My Love by Ella Fitzgerald

{Provided by YouTube}

Chapter 5 👇🏼

[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part III/?)

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

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

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Warnings: language, sexism, harassment, violence

A/N: this took longer than I wanted to because adulting sucks and my life is currently a roller coaster. Not even emotionally, it's just dead ass going off the rails in every way. In case 2024 is being a bitch to you too, have some Liebgott content to brighten up your day, enjoy <3

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"You happy now?" Joe's voice broke the empty mess hall's unusual silence, making me jump ever so slightly before he appeared on my side by the door.

"I gotta put up with you for the night, so no." My eyes landed on him with my last words, making emphasis on my discontentment with the punishment. "I don't get what I did wrong to deserve this."

"Do I spell it out for you?"

"Shut up."

6 Hours Earlier

"Why're you running?"

Running? No, I was not running. The only occasions anyone would see me running were the ones when we went up and down Currahee.

Walking fast? Maybe. Maybe for once I was trying not to get in trouble, even if 'trouble' meant three men choosing to make hell out of my afternoon off just because they knew they could.

"C'mon, doll."

That did it. I planted my feet on the camp's dirt, causing the fastest of the three to bump into me.

"Don't 'doll' me, asshole." I accompanied my statement with a shove on the boy's chest, not strong enough to make him stumble but firm enough to maintain my personal space.

"Feisty one, ain't ya?" The second one to chime into the confrontation circled me to stand by my left. I didn't dignify his prying with my attention.

"What do I call you then, princess?" Bennett, I recalled, was the name of the soldier who was adamant about giving me a pet name.

"Mmm..." I pretended to muse it, my index finger resting atop my lips. "What 'bout you just don't call me? Ever. Problem fuckin' solved."

"Good girls don't swear." I scoffed at the poisonous warning with anything but amusement. "What's funny, doll?"

"Oh, honey, you don't know how good of a girl I'm being right now."

"Ooooh..." He shortened the space between us, hovering as if to make me back against the barracks. Not happening. "Look at her, Smith. So tough."

"Big mouth, but be careful." They were closing on me. It didn't take a genius to see where this was about to go. "Keep running it like that and Easy might find you in a ditch one day."

"Real charmer, aren't you?" The corner of my mouth twitched up briefly, chin held up like I had nothing to lose. "Take it easy, yeah? Might surprise yourself and end up flat on your back."

"That what you think's gonna happen?"

JOE'S P. O. V.

I had been trying to find a half-assed excuse to approach Y/n for a good minute—obviously with no fruition—, when one of the men now crowding her got in her face.

"Goddamn it." I muttered through gritted teeth, tossing my cigarette to the dirt to crush it with my heel before stalking to the group's side. "Back off her! Now."

Y/n's squinted eyes landed on me before I could close the distance. "The hell are you doing?" The tone was quiet and hasty, as if she was ready to start a side fight with me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I countered, rising my arm between Y/n and Bennett, not turning my head to him briefly. "Don't even think about it."

"This isn't your fight." My attention returned to Y/n with an annoyed huff when she put my arm down.

"Go back where you came from, Liebgott." I didn't even process Smith stepping to me until his hand collided with my shoulder, causing me to bump against the barracks' wall. "We're just having a chat."

I didn't give give it a second thought before pushing Smith back. Hard. "Try that again."

READER'S P. O. V.

The soldier snarled, giving Joe a taunting up-and-down, and swung a fist toward him.

I was acting out of instinct when, without a word, my hand closed on Smith's collar and landed a hard punch that forced him to back off.

"Nobody touches him." My index finger pointed at Joe in an attempt to regain some control of a situation that had already spiraled.

The remaining privates hesitated for an instant —just an instant— after realizing the confrontation escalated in the middle of camp. One way or another, we all were already in trouble.

I guess that's what Bennett was thinking when he attempted to take a swing back at me.

Joe yanked me back by my arm at the same time as Malarkey and Grant sprinted to put themselves between both Bennett and us.

"Hey! Break it up- BREAK IT UP!" Don yelled, struggling to keep back the two privates, although not as much as Grant struggled to keep both me and Joe at bay. "Toye! Bill!"

In a matter of seconds, Guarnere and Toye took on Malarkey's task so the ginger could separate me from Liebgott. I guess, by now, they knew us too well.

"You try that. See where it takes you." Toye grunted, shoving Bennett to the ground with minimal effort. "Get outta here."

"The hell were you two on now?" Guarnere's question almost sounded as a complaint when he turned around.

"You ask her." Joe spat, shaking Grant off.

"Don't put this on me," I pointed an accusatory finger at Joe. "you threw hands first."

"Did you miss the part where he shoved me?"

"Next time don't play hero and maybe you won't get pushed around."

Joe looked away with a sneer. "You're a goddamn idiot, you know that? Do you even know what was about to happen?"

"Don't put it like it was my fault." I heard a muttered curse from someone on my left flank when I pivoted my body to face Joe.

"Y/n." Malarkey placed his full attention on me in a disguised attempt to deescalate the argument. "What happened?"

"I'm a girl surrounded by assholes who don't know when to quit, Malark. That happened." It wasn't meant to land on Liebgott —it really wasn't—, but he took it personally anyway.

"No, what happened is that you don't know how to shut up." It was Joe's turn to step closer, forcing Grant to halfheartedly press a steady hand on his shoulder as a warning.

"And you do?!"

"You know how fights work?!"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't!"

"Really?! Three against one?! real fuckin' smart!"

"I didn't ask for your opinion, and I sure as hell didn't ask for your help!"

"Alright, you know what—" Joe slapped Grant's hand away.

"Hey!" A flustered Talbert swept in just in time to take a hold of his friend. "Enough!"

"No, let him." I coaxed Floyd, although my eyes stayed locked with Liebgott's. "You're no better than them, you know that?"

"The hell is wrong with you two?" Don's exasperated gaze ping-ponged between us both. "No, seriously. What's gonna happen when we're out there? We're supposed to be a team."

"Don's right." Toye, who rarely showed any interest in whatever spat Joe and I had gotten ourselves into, sounded fairly worried. "You keep this shit up, you're gonna get someone killed."

"What's going on here?" Nixon's voice, despite not holding any scowl, snapped everyone out of the chaotic haze hanging among us. It barely took him a few seconds to pick up on what was going on. "Oh, for Christ's sake... Liebgott, Y/l/n. With me. Now."

With two quiet 'yes, Sir' Joe and I parted ways from our friends to follow the irritated officer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes traced, distracted, invisible patterns on the wooden floor beneath my half-laced boots. Across from me, Joe toyed with the buttons of his jacket, fingers methodical, as if the world outside didn’t exist.

Around half an hour must have passed since we both finally were able to return to our bunks.

Neither of us had spoken much. At first, it was due to Sobel's orders —'no talking unless it's related to the mess hall's cleaning'—, but as the night unfolded, Joe and I got caught in the quiet haze of fatigue that made talking feel like too much effort.

Funnily enough, as soon as we got the chance to get the rest we needed, our bodies and minds refused to shut down.

Something about the silence felt stifling now, uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that we were the only two people awake, or maybe it was the scarce distance put between us.

"You got a fella back home?" Joe's voice cut through the quiet, his tone casual but clear.

Of course he would go there.

"If I had a nickel for every time one of you asked," I muttered, pulling at the knot of my laces. "I think I wouldn’t need a paycheck."

"Didn’t answer the question." he replied, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, eyes sharp on me in that way of his that made anyone feel like they were being measured.

"No, Joe," my negative was a little sharper than I had intended. "Don’t have a fella. Don't need one."

"Huh." he leaned back again, eyes still on me like he was dissecting my words.

The conversation should’ve ended there, but we were tired, and tired people asked questions they wouldn’t normally ask. I glanced up at him, squinting slightly in the dim light.

"What about you, Liebgott? Got a girl waiting on you?"

His digits, now taking unnecessary time with the cuff of his sleeve, paused briefly. "Not anymore."

The shift in his tone caught me off guard. It wasn’t bitter, but it wasn’t light either. It had weight. Enough weight to make me sit up straighter and watch him a little more closely.

"Not anymore." I repeated, letting the words hang there for a moment before tilting my head. "What's that mean?"

He scratched at the back of his head, fingers combing through his dark hair before resting at the nape of his neck. His gaze stayed casted down on the floor like he was reading something only he could see.

"Eh... Being in love ain't enough sometimes."

"You were in love?" I didn't bother hiding the surprise in my voice.

"Shit, I was married." There was an amused ring to his admission, and even in the darkness of the garrison, I discerned the usual twitch on the corner of his mouth. "What? Surprised?"

I shrugged, kicking off my jump boots. "Wouldn't have pinned you for the married type."

"Yeah, well," he shook off his jacket and bent over to undo his laces. "what about the divorced type?"

His eyes flickered to me, so quickly it might as well have been a trick of my imagination. He wanted to catch my reaction, but didn't want me to do the same with him.

"We were too young. People pull reckless moves when they're hung up on somebody."

A frown he wouldn't catch due to his sudden interest in his boots darkened my expression for an instant. He was justifying himself. Why?

"Won't catch me doing that shit ever again, though."

"What? Falling in love?" After the way his head tilted up to me, I didn't need a verbal answer. "is it that awful?"

It was his turn to furrow his brows. "You never been in love?"

"Nah." I accompanied my curt reply with a denying move before pulling my legs onto the mattress.

"Do yourself a favor," he threw his footwear under the bed and mirrored my posture. "keep it that way."

"Holy shit." I exhaled with a single breathy laugh. "She really fucked you up, huh?" He chuckled, shaking his head without looking at me. "She left you, then."

The loudness of his silence made me wonder if I had pushed it too far. There was no hostility in him, though, only something that could easily pass as discomfort peppered with what I hardly identified as guilt.

"So what? You get burned once and never try again?"

"Damn right." He grunted, laying down and pulling the covers over his lower body. "Love’s a loaded gun. I'm done pulling that trigger."

"You're so dramatic." I murmured with a quiet chuckle, subconsciously following his cue to get some sleep.

Joe propped himself on his elbow to meet my eyes before I could fully recline. "Just wait 'til some douchebag breaks your heart."

"I don't think I'll have time for that anytime soon." I retorted without missing a beat, although there was no illness in my response.

"Smart." He stated after examining whatever glimpse of my frame he could still see. "Smarter than me."

"I know."

Joe gave me one last look that seemed more amused than annoyed.

"Don't get cocky, alright?"

"Night, Liebgott." I simply replied, tucking myself comfortably in my bunk.

"Night, Y/l/n."

[bellewintersroe]

Talbert x Reader x Liebgott threesome part 2

🩷🤍🩷I swear this is like TWO YEAR OVERDUE?! Hello? Anyway- here’s the LINK to the first part. Trigger warning: SMUT 18+, mentions of P in V, anal play, oral (giving and receiving), threeways, dirty talk, swearing, everything ok? Have fun 🩷🤍🩷

“Fuck-” I panted out, a throaty groan escaping my lips as Talbert wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling back on the make-shift ponytail as my body contorted in a position I don’t think I’d ever managed to achieve by myself before. The sensation of Talbert’s cock hitting deep inside me had my face tightly knotted, the bottom half loose as my jaw hung open, free for shamefully loud yells of pleasure to echo around the room.

“Good girl, take it.” Floyd growled, smacking his hips into my ass which was already red from all the spanks I’d endured. If Floyd practically fucking me like a piston from behind wasn’t good enough, Liebgott perched on the edge of the bed, holding my jaw, strained cock in his hand as he whispered sweet nothings to me, guiding me through getting fucked by another man. “You missed this, didn’t you?” Joe chuckled as I whimpered in response, nodding with a sob as I dropped my head into the comfort of his palm. He replaced his gentle touch with a light smack to my cheek, forcing my chin back up to look at him and press a harsh kiss to my lips. “You want me to fuck your mouth? Have you fucked from both ends?” Joe smirked, fist pumping up and down over his veiny cock. I couldn’t reply, unintelligible moans continuously flowed from my mouth, but I so desperately wanted to say yes, all I could do was nod frantically. “Give her a sec Tab, jheeze.” Joe laughed as Floyd exhaled through rounded lips from behind me, slowing his actions so I could properly speak again. My heart was pounding furiously, I was gripping onto the bed and Joe like my life depended on it, inhaling and exhaling at a frantic pace as I relaxed from the intense pleasure I’d been receiving.

“Just cos you get it all the time. It’s been months for us, hasn’t it babe?” Tab leaned forwards, kissing my cheek. “Uh huh.” I nodded, feeling him pull out as I remained on all fours, waiting for Joe to fill my mouth with his leaking cock.

“Yeah, I’m just lucky, aren’t I?” Joe’s gaze held against mine as I smiled back, nodding as he pressed a kiss to my lips. “You good?” He checked.

“So good.” I responded, finally watching him stand up and tease his cock against my lips. He tasted so good, I wanted to sink his cock down my throat, but I licked at the spilt pre-cum, up and down his shaft, over his sensitive tip as he let out a brief pant, attempting to search for a fist of hair to push me down.

“Dammit, why’re you tryna tease me now?” He smirked, endearingly stroking my jawline, pulling my mouth to open up as I giggled, allowing him into my mouth, sucking my cheeks around his large cock, hearing the throaty sigh of appreciation as I did.

I held onto either of the back of his thighs, bobbing my head up and down as I took him at a slow pace, careful not to push too far.

“She’s so good at that, isn’t she?” Tab commented. “She’s so good.” Joe agreed, his hand flattening on my head and guiding my movements as I opened my mouth, fucking his cock into my throat. I could appreciate the sounds Liebgott was making, not afraid to show his pleasure. Neither of the men were, fuck it turned me on so bad. My fingers trailed down to my throbbing clit, desperate to feel full again.

“Oh, you’ve got us to do that, baby.” Tab noticed, thank god. My fingers were quickly replaced with his mouth, lips and tongue moving against my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking. I was practically crying around Liebgott’s cock, the pleasure only stimulating me to go deeper faster. “Oh, fuck.” I wept, head falling back as I held Joe’s cock in my hand, Talbert’s mouth moved up further to my ass, tongue licking up and down between there and my leaking pussy. “Good girl.” Joe hushed, stroking my hair gently as I whined against his crotch, “you fucking love that, don’t you?” His fingers picked my chin back up, my eyes met his.

“I love it.” I whispered shyly, sticking my tongue out and taking him back in my mouth. Joe was massive on eye contact, so I made my best attempt to keep looking up at him when I sucked his cock. I was becoming so overwhelmed with the pleasure, I needed more, desperately.

“More, Tab. I need more.” I shuddered as he slid a hand down my back, finger teasing at my asshole. “Yeah? Like that?” He muttered as my breathing increased. Joe knelt down at the side of the bed, holding my face as he watched me react to Talbert’s antics.

“More.” I hushed, daring him further as I felt him push a finger into my hole. I’d only explored that with Liebgott twice before. My head lolled in ecstasy as he kissed over my quivering thighs, pushing his finger in and out slowly.

“Feels so good.” I whined, my hand wrapping around Joe’s. “You feel so good.” Floyd told me.

“Think you can take his cock at the same time?” Joe questioned, glancing up to the other man. “Yes.” I slumped forwards slightly, back arching causing Joe to groan at the view. “See, I told you she’s fucking good.” He told Tab, standing back up again and heading across the room to grab a drink.

“I know she is.” Talbert muttered, removing his finger as he knelt behind me. I rolled my hips, turning around to face him as he grabbed onto my shoulder. “Mh.” I complained, desperate to be full again as I pushed my hips back.

“Okay, babe.” He soothed, pinning his body over the top of mine to meet me half way for a kiss. I felt his cock sink deeper inside of me as he pushed me down so I was arched on the bed again. “Oh god.” I could feel my breathing already picking up as my eyes rolled back, cheek pressed to the mattress. Talbert began slowly rolling his hips against mine, giving me small thrusts as I simultaneously ground back against his cock. “That’s it.” He soothed. “Please.” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“Please.” I exhaled as he smirked, kissing my temple before picking my body up so I was on my knees, sinking his finger towards my asshole once again. Carefully, he pushed it inside, thrusts just enough to keep me in a hazy dream, his other arm wrapping around my waist to keep me up. “Shit, you feel so good.” I told him, turning my head to share another sloppy kiss. “Keep fucking me.” I whined. “M’ so fucking wet for you.” I hushed as he moaned into my hair. “You’ll make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

“M’ not yet.” I teased, running a hand down to my clit and began to rub at the aching area. Tab continued to play with both my holes until the tension became too much and he removed his hand, holding both my arms and fucking in me faster, harder. “Harder! Fuck!” I screeched, feeling my pleasure growing as Joe made his way over, dropping a bottle beside me and holding his cock in his hand, stroking as I watched back up to him. The bed frame was screeching against the floor, slamming against the wall and the sound of our pleasureful yells became louder and louder. When he hit a particularly deep spot, I let out a screech, feeling my stomach tighten. “Fuck, she’s gonna cum.” Joe spoke, catching my hands as I reached out, scratching at his back, face nuzzling against his as I choked out. “Fuck.” Talbert groaned, taking over rubbing my clit as he was even more rough with me. I cried out loud, falling onto Joe and using him as a support. With one hand I grabbed onto his cock, “I’m gonna cum.” I whined quieter. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I then told Talbert, the sounds turning up in pitch as I swore out loud, nails breaking Liebgott’s skin as I felt the coil tighten. The orgasm was even more intense than I could’ve ever imagined, I squirted with a scream all over the bed and Talbert’s cock, creating a messy wetness that caused him to cry out as he continued to fuck me slower through my orgasm. My body was pulsating, pussy throbbing as I collapsed out of pure exhaustion, shaking and jittering with each wave of pleasure my orgasm gave me. “Good girl!” Joe dragged out as I fell down to the mattress with a sob, opening my mouth to allow to fill me up again.

For the next few minutes both men fucked me, both my holes were filled and used, just of how I dreamed all those months ago in a stupid foxhole. Floyd’s hands were gripping so tightly into my quivering thighs, holding me in place as Joe’s hips fucking into my mouth, cursing and spluttering. “Shit, you gotta let me fuck her.” He panted out. “Fuck, let me finish first. Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” Floyd’s voice shook as he fucked me at the same speed as before, my legs spreading as I choked around Joe’s cock, gagging and spluttering as I took him as far as I could. “Shit! Yes, y/n fuck!” Floyd groaned, movements becoming stiff as he worked his way up to his orgasm, filling the condom inside of me with a heavy groan, one of the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.

“Jesus.” Liebgott laughed at his panting friend as I pulled back from his cock, replacing it with my hand and turning around to face a red-faced Floyd. “God.” He milked himself, thrusting slowly as I pushed my hips back, shaking my ass with a giggle as he moaned out abruptly, holding me still. “Fuck. I’ve missed this pussy.” He told me as I smirked turning back up to Liebgott with a smile.

“Alright, move over.” He was growing inpatient, I could tell. As soon as Floyd pulled out I collapsed onto my front, giving myself a rest as Floyd climbed off the bed, returning to the other side of the room where the bin was to dispose of his used condom.

When I saw Joe reaching over to take one out of the box, I whined, pushing my bum up slightly. “Don’t use one.” I hummed, sighing out as he turned back over his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” The smirk on his face was practically beaming as I nodded again, watching him turn back around and head towards me. Joe flipped me over as I squealed slightly, my legs aching and continuing to quiver as he spread them apart, kneeling between them. I moaned with anticipation, hands roaming through his messy hair in appreciation.

“You know you’re a good girl.” He whispered, kissing my thigh as I sighed. “Even if he fucked you you’re still mine.” Joe possessively spoke as I smiled, “I know.” I endeared, watching him connect his lips to my swollen pussy, slightly sore from how much it had been used.

Joe’s movements were gentle, slow and careful at first. He knew I needed to relax for a few moments so I closed my eyes and appreciated the bliss of Liebgott eating out my pussy. Soon, Talbert sunk down on the bed next to me, my hands reaching back to hold his as he watched with heavy lids, stroking over my tits.

“Mmmmh.” I moaned, feeling Joe flicker his tongue over my clit a little faster. The way his hands rubbed up and down my thighs was mesmerising, even though I found Talbert fucking irresistibly sexy, Joe and I just connected on another level. To have them both felt fucking sensational.

Talbert shifted, kneeling behind me as he propped me up slightly on his lap, licking his fingers and coating my nipples with his saliva, teasing and rubbing creating a whole new sensation. Joe slid one of his hands down, pushing two fingers and curling them inside my whole as my hips bucked, grasping onto the boy behind me for support.

“Fuck.” I pouted, rolling my hips against Joe’s mouth as he fingered at my pussy, continuing to pleasure my clit with his hot mouth. The quicker his pace got, the faster I got worked up. Already hot and bothered from my previous orgasm and the two men, I felt my next orgasm grow overwhelmingly quickly.

“Joe.” I whimpered. “Good girl, c’mon, you can cum for me.” He soothed as I dropped my head back moaning louder and louder. “Fuck, that’s it.” Talbert spanked my tit before squeezing at my nipple causing my heavy breathing to turn into pleasureful gasps and moans as I worked closer and closer to my release.

“Fuck! Please- I’m cumming!” I choked out, hips bucking as the squelching of my pussy grew louder and more frequent. “Fuckk!” I yelled out, hand snatching over Talbert’s as I was pushed over my edge, throwing into another wave of eye-rolling ecstasy.

“Oh my god- oh fuck, oh my god.” I yelled out through my orgasm, screeching when Joe fingered me even harder, the intense feeling inside of me causing me to scream as released, squirting my juices once again all up his arm this time. My body convulsed with the prolonged orgasm, hands limp as I gasped through my come down.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good.” I spoke with a groan as Tab’s fingers lolled over my nipples once again. “Joe just wanted to make you cum cos I did first.” He teased. “Whatever.” Joe hushed, standing up and pulling my hips further towards the end of the bed where he wasted no time slipping his raw cock into my slippery pussy. I felt myself grip around him, but I don’t think I’d ever been more fucking wet in my life.

“Shit, you feel too good baby.” Joe warned, propping my legs either side of his waist as Talbert moved again, pinning my hands down to the bed and moving forwards to kiss my lips, devouring me as he pushed his tongue against mine, making out borderline violently as I hungrily kissed him back, allowing him to then proceed by marking all down my jaw, neck and tits.

Joe’s movement and pace picked up, comparable, if not the exact same to Floyd’s rough thrusts before. This time, my moans were concealed against Tab’s mouth, my wrists harshly pressed to the mattress, above my head. Joe watched the bounce of my tits, desperately adjusting me closer every time I’d slip back. Effectively the two men were using me like their fuck dolls and I loved it. “Shit, Joe.” I gasped once Talbert moved back, letting go of my hands but guiding one to his cock. Tab spat on his cock and again on my hand, my movements picking up instantly as I jerked him whilst Joe continued to fuck deep inside my pussy. “Yeah? Take it like the good little bitch you are.” Joe hissed through his gritted teeth. Talbert’s hand guided over mine to wank him faster, harder, his pants making it obvious he was equally as enjoying this. “Yeah, you fuck me so good. Fucking use me Joe.” I groaned as he reached forwards, popping a slap against my cheek to which I ground my teeth together, groaning as he wrapped his fist around my neck. “Fuck, yes choke me. Want you to- ah fuck- cum inside my pussy.” I teased as his eyes rolled back, groaning. “Shut up.” He hissed. I fucking loved to tease Joe with the prospect of cumming inside of me l, he wanted it so bad but couldn’t have it. The tormenting, plus the fact he was balls deep inside my squelching pussy seemed to drive him to animalistic levels. Joe’s groans were growing louder. “Shit Tab.” I then turned back up to the blonder boy. “Fuck my mouth.” I insisted as he knelt up beside my face, turning my body so I was angled just right to wrap my pretty, little mouth around his cock.

“Such a slut taking it from both of us.” Joe commented, fucking several hard, deliberate thrusts deep inside of me. I screeched out around Talbert’s cock, sucking harder. The sex was animalistic, Floyd’s hands snatched at my hair, using my mouth as he yanked my hair back and forth.

I couldn’t tell who was going to bust first, but as soon as Talbert had me suck his balls, he fisted harshly at his cock, spilling a second and more intense release over my face, in my mouth and on my tongue. I cleaned his cock, sucking his sensitive cock through his orgasm and milking him dry. “Shit- move over.” Joe abruptly spoke, crawling up ontop of me, his cock spurting ropes of hot cum all over my tits, neck and some on my tongue. Joe’s head threw back as he cursed and groaned, allowing me to stroke him through his orgasm. Talbert was panting, rested against the head board as I licked at the tip of Joe’s tip. He only slipped out of his orgasm haze with a soft, “ah!” At the sensitive feeling. “Shit, y/n/n you did so good.” He soothed a hand over my tit, squeezing gently. I hummed, calming my breathing as Joe retrieved tissues for me, wiping my face clean, grimacing at the cum that he couldn’t tell was his or not.

“That was so good.” I panted, giggling at Liebgotts attempt to wipe my face. “You were fucking great.” Talbert spoke, sighing again with his head against the headboard of mine and Joe’s bed.

“Mmmmh.” I smiled, feeling Liebgott lift me up, “you can leave now, Tab.” He spoke as I spluttered out a laugh. “You can’t kick him out!” “I can I wanna shower with you…”

[softguarnere]

Passed Me a Note Saying, "Meet Me Tonight"

Floyd Talbert x reader

A/N: Hey there @typical-simplelove 😁I was the person chosen to write you a story for the HBO War Daily Short Story Exchange! It's my first time writing a fic with Tab, so I hope it turned out okay and that you like it! 💕 Word Count: 846 Warnings: brief mention of war

It’s smooth – just like him.

Passing you in one of the hallways, Talbert smiles at you as he approaches. To anyone watching, the gesture seems friendly enough. But somehow, even with Nixon – of all people – walking with you, Talbert manages to press the slip of paper into your hand without detection. When you feel the edge of the folded paper poke your palm, you can barely suppress your smile until you’re alone.

Meet me tonight, the note says in Tab’s handwriting.

The rest of the day can’t pass quickly enough. Still, you try to pace yourself. You attend meetings, diligently taking notes for Colonel Sink and typing up letters as you normally would. Maybe your foot taps a bit impatiently under the table – but if anyone notices, they have the decency not to point it out. Besides, you keep having to remind yourself, Talbert is just a friend.

“Is there a reason that you’re risking losing your pass over fraternizing with me, Floyd?”

At the sound of your voice, Talbert glances up, smiling at you. He smiles at a lot of girls. You can’t help but wonder if the smiles that he throws their way are this bright, though.

Talbert extends a hand to you. Without hesitation, you take it, and he leads you to the edge of the huge, sprawling camp. “Didn’t want you to miss this.”

Through the trees, dusk is setting in. Humidity rises from the day’s heat, turning the atmosphere a soft shade of blue. A few last golden rays of sunlight are softening now, fading into the clouds as the bright orb sinks below the horizon. After a moment, in the distance far above, a few twinkling lights emerge in the darkening sky. The scene, this transition from day to night, is beautiful. It probably looks just as pretty as this every evening, but you’re ashamed to realize that if that’s true, you’ve never noticed it before. But Talbert did.

Another realization hits you at the same time: he’s still holding your hand.

His skin is warm and soft against yours. Maybe you should say nothing, at the risk of ending this moment too soon.

“This is beautiful,” you whisper.

He turns to you, his smile as bright as the stars. “I thought you might like that.”

Hands still joined, you squeeze his. He looks down, eyes widening as he comes to the same conclusion that you did a few moments before. “I like this,” you say.

. . .

The war might be over, but its conclusion has brought you nothing but a flurry of time sensitive paperwork. Still, if one good thing has happened, it’s that the rules barely apply in Austria these days, and no one seems to have a problem with Talbert stopping in to visit you. The handsome paratrooper sitting on the corner of your desk, cracking jokes, flashing those striking smiles at anyone who passes by, becomes a common sight in the office. If you can’t be out there having a good time with everyone else, you’re grateful that you get to spend time with him in here.

It's getting late. Even the colonel has turned in for the night. Aside from the clacking of the keys on your typewriter as you diligently finish typing up a letter for him, the building that has been commandeered for these offices is quite – except for the sound of approaching footsteps.

Footsteps that you would recognize anywhere. You smile before you even glance up, even hear his voice call out to you in greeting.

“You’re brave, (Y/N),” Talbert says. “Being alone in here.”

You sit back in your chair, smiling. “I was just waiting for you.” It’s been so long ago now that you can’t be sure if he remembers that evening in Toccoa, but you do. You incline your head toward a door behind you that leads out to a balcony. “I want to show you something.”

Outside, the soft glow of the stars that light the sky are diminished by the lights of the city down below. Like stars fallen to earth, the buildings are lit up with soldiers staying up late, celebrating the day they’ve waited years for. You noticed the scene a few evenings before, on another day of industriously working late. It had reminded you of that evening, all that time ago. Not the same scene you once enjoyed together, but beautiful in its own way. But really, everything beautiful reminds you of Tab.

“Didn’t want you to miss this,” you say, a callback.

Floyd smiles, and you know then that he remembers, too. On cue, he squeezes your hand. “It’s beautiful. Like you.”

You smile, no longer having to hide affections like that; not after everything the two of you have been through in this war. “I thought you might like that.”

He leans in, close, so that even in the darkness you can make out his every feature. “I like this,” he says, then closes the gap between you.

This, you think as he kisses you, is more beautiful than even the stars.  

[web-gottt]

(inspired by @bellewintersroe's idea of being friends with benefits with liebgott idea <33333 - also i was listening to casual by chappell roan on repeat for this too good)

casual

sneaking around with joe liebgott for months on end throughout your journey with easy company. especially during the earlier months when it's a bit easier to sneak off in the night finding some abandoned office or making out against dimlitted building walls in some village you’re billeted at. but you two aren't something official - not wanting to get too attached if one of you perhaps died, yknow. easy company are in some british pub, the air is warm and smells like beer with everyone chatting loudly and laughing. you're stood with talbert, two of you leaning against the bar watching the others play darts. and joe is sat across the pub, staring straight, never moving his eyes off the two of you. sneaky!! tab gets his arm around your shoulder and his eyes are hot and heavy on you. there's a slight flush to your cheeks and theres a look in your eyes - the same look you've given joe himself a few times.

joe watches as you both put your glasses down and tab takes your hand, pulling you towards the door and out the pub. a few minutes pass. you and tab are sitting on top of an rickety, old wooden picnic table outside the front of the pub. his jacket is around your shoulders, the two of you absentmindedly chatting, sitting close, laughing at the things he's saying (but its the laugh that you emphasise when you want someone). he's looking at you with that same look you had given him earlier, and your faces are getting closer and his lips barely touch yours- loud, angry footsteps on gravel are heard and both you and tab pull apart to look at whoever was stomping past the two of you. joe. he's angry, you can see that. "joe?" you say, standing up but he just completely blanks you, shoving his shoulder almost into you, stomping away, "joe?!" you repeat a little louder, making a few steps but stopping when you notice there's no point. hes not talking to you.

tab appears next to you, "whats that about?" he asks, you turn to look at him, "i..i dont know" you reply confusion on your face, but tab takes your hand, wanting to take your mind back to where the two of you were beforehand.

spending the rest of your night with him, but he's always in the back of your mind. joe.

[lovelyd0gg]

Heyy, could you do some random HCs for Tab??

Hope you have great day, bye💕

Heyy! Thanks for requesting this! Hope you enjoy<33! Have a good day!

Talbert's reaction to you asking him "Red or black?"

Warnings: INDECISIVE BOY, lovey-dovey<33, female!reader, mild 'sexual' words.

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭.

•You had two dresses in your closet that were just wonderfully beautiful, and they both looked good on you!

•But you were indecisive, and you didn't know which one looked better on you!

•So you brought out your trusty (not) boyfriend!

•You enter the living room holding both dresses in different hands.

•The dreaded question rang through his ears; "Tab! Red or black?"

•He slowly turned his head towards you and stated profusely sweating.

•He was scared he was gonna mess up, but when he saw the dresses, he knew he actually had to think.

•"Hmm.. Red.. No! Black! Wait.. But red makes your figure show more, but black looks so hot on you!"

•And there you were, holding the two dresses for a good five minutes when he started doing this.

•He always did this.

•When you told him it was now time for him to pick one, he just picked randomly and complimented you.

•If he picked red: "Red makes your hair pop a nice colour! It's gorgeous on you!" If he picked black: "Black makes your eyes look mysterious and hot."

•Then he stopped and looked at you in that stupid yet flirty way.

•"But you look better wait nothing on.."

•You rolled your eyes and just ignored him, he always did this whenever you had to choose a dress.

•Next time, you're gonna pick randomly.