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jjungkok · 10 months

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Wilhelm Winter in Unsere Mütter, unsere Väter: Ein anderer Krieg

#wilhelm winter #unsere mütter unsere väter #generation war #volker bruch #umuvedit #volkerbruckedit #periodedit #perioddramaedit #myedit

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pigeonlogan · 1 month

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WW2 miniseries be like:

#band of brothers #unsere mütter unsere väter #WW2 shows #wilhelm winter #dick winters

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jaucher · 9 months

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#napola #before the fall #max riemelt #friedrich weimer #tom schilling #wilhelm winter #unsere mütter unsere väter #generation war #albrecht stein

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diespulcher · 4 months

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The Pond

Friedhelm Winter x Reader

dry humping, oral (m receiving), semi public sex

English is not my first language! Please give feedback :)

Russia's summers were as warm as its winters were cold - and today was a particularly humid day. They had been camped in this small village for a few days now, with supplies delaying their advance. The waiting and the boredom made the men irritable and their conversations even more stupid and vulgar than usual. Friedhelm couldn't stand it any longer. Wilhelm had grumbled at him even more than usual during roll call today and his comrades' comments about the Russian women disgusted him. So this was the superior German race that was supposed to be smarter and cleverer than the others...

To escape the heat and the others, and above all the piercing gaze of his brother, Friedhelm had grabbed the Jünger book he had been carrying with him since Berlin as soon as he had finished his watch and set off for a small pond in a wood a little way from the troop. He knew that he wasn't allowed to go that far away from the troupe, but today Friedhelm didn't care. He simply had to leave the dirt, the coarse words, the stench of unwashed men and all the dullness behind.

Arriving at the small pond, he made himself comfortable in the shade of a weeping willow in the tall grass. How idyllic it looks here, he thought as he sat down. Although he finally had the peace and quiet he had so desperately missed, he couldn't concentrate on the words in his book. The images of the last few weeks simply wouldn't let him go, the blood, the suffering and the misery of how people lived here, so different from what he knew from Germany.

He was about to fall into a light, restless sleep when a rustling in the grass caught his attention. He immediately regretted having strayed so far from the troop. But there were no partisans here yet, were there? Friedhelm asked himself bitterly, and even if there were no partisans here, every Russian and every Russian woman would be a danger to him on their own. They wanted them all dead, and rightly so. He was already tensing his muscles and fumbling for his pistol when he finally made out the cause of the rustling. It was a girl - a Russian girl. She was wearing the embroidered blouse and skirt that was apparently typical for the area. The girl didn't seem to notice him, so he decided to keep quiet as not to draw her attention to him.

Friedhelm watched with widened eyes as she slowly began to untie her skirt and let it slide down her legs. Immediately afterwards, she slipped the colorful embroidered blouse off her shoulders. From his position, Friedhelm could see her beautiful back and now also her ass. Everything about her seemed golden and tanned. Jünger was long forgotten as Friedhelm's blood rushed to other areas. As he watched her braid her blonde hair into a long, thick plait, he realized how long it had been since he had looked at a girl like that. He felt shabby watching the young Russian from his position as she slowly waded into the pond. By now, however, the pants of his uniform were stretching quite a bit over his crotch and he thought, Oh God, I'm just as disgusting as the other soldiers as he began to stroke his erection through the fabric of the pants. His eyes were fixed on the girl's round bottom.

Friedhelm was startled when she suddenly turned to him and asked, smiling with a slight Russian accent: "Do you want to join or just watch?". His face flushed at having been caught staring, but the girl just smiled mischievously at him. She held out a hand to him as she waded back to shore, drops of water glistening on her legs as she approached him. She seemed to mean her question seriously and before Friedhelm knew it, he was on his feet and coming towards her too.

Now that she had turned towards him, he was finally able to look at her breasts, his penis getting harder and harder. He lifted his head when he heard her giggle and the blush on his face darkened even more, if that was even possible, when he realized that he had been staring at her breasts the whole time. Now he looked at her face, her lips were rosy and full, but dark shadows loomed under her eyes. The girl came closer and closer to him as he lost himself in the contemplation of her lips. She was already pressing her naked body against his and Friedhelm almost forgot to breathe as her face came closer and closer to his.

Their lips touched. She kissed him gently and hesitantly and was about to pull away when Friedhelm buried his hand in her thick hair and kissed her back deeply. She willingly accepted his tongue as he slid his other hand onto her hip to pull her even closer to him. Friedhelm felt dizzy from the taste of her, the naked body against his chest and the feeling of bare skin under his rough hand. He hadn't felt anything this soft for a long time. Unconsciously, he moaned into her kiss. The Russian broke away from him, giggled again, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently towards the ground.

The grass in the sun was warm and the sun's rays made the girl's hair shimmer golden as she straddled his lap. Friedhelm's excitement increased almost immeasurably as their middles met. She leaned forward again and kissed him, but her kisses quickly moved to his neck and collarbone as she circled her hips over his hard-on. It was almost too much for Friedhelm, he could have come right in his pants. While he let his hands roam over her hips again and again, not really daring to caress her full breasts, the girl had started to unbutton his shirt. She looked up at him, took his hands and placed them on her breasts.

They were so warm and soft in Friedhelm's hands that his hips thrust upwards with excitement. He stroked and kneaded her breasts and finally took one of her nipples in his mouth, which made the girl moan, as he realized with satisfaction. Shortly afterwards, she gently pulled his head away from her breasts and slid down. Friedhelm watched curiously as she slowly opened his pants. He helped her pull them off by lifting his pelvis. When his underpants followed immediately afterwards, the blush returned to the soldier's face. His penis was red and fully erect, with a few drops of pre-cum already collecting at the tip. The Russian girl took him very confidently in her hand and began to stroke and massage him. When Friedhelm moaned, she leaned forward and took his penis in her mouth. This was too much for Friedhelm, he had to hold himself back from cumming immediately. He watched her head as it moved up and down and then buried his hand in her hair to get her to slow down. But when the girl started massaging his balls too, he couldn't hold on any longer. He wanted to pull the Russian away, but she resisted and carried on in the same way instead, so Friedhelm let go and came in her mouth. The girl was still moving slowly up and down his penis, trying to swallow his spend.

Friedhelm was exhausted and sleepy, but didn't want this wonderful encounter to end and lifted the girl's head to look her in the face. Her lips were red and swollen and a little spit and cum was running down her chin - he wiped it away with his thumb. When he leaned in to kiss her, however, she suddenly pulled away, almost in panic. Puzzled, he watched as she put her clothes back on and washed her face in the pond water. Before Friedhelm had pulled up his pants and buttoned them, she had almost disappeared into the forest and he called out: "Wait, what's your name?", but she didn't answer, just ran.

The position of the sun, which was now almost setting, made Friedhelm realize that it was time for him to return to his comrades. All the way back to their accommodation, he kept an eye out for the Russian girl with the thick blonde braid, but couldn't spot her anywhere. Why did she do that? Guilt plagued him. He was no better than the other pigs who had been his comrades by taking advantage of the girl like that.

Back at their accommodation, he met his brother Wilhelm, who smiled at him knowingly: "Well, did you enjoy your time off?".

#generation war #friedhelm winter x reader #friedhelm winter #wilhelm winter #second world war #tom schilling #band of brothers

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perfectlybriefmoon · 6 months

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Can we talk about the utter heartbreak that was both Wilhelm and Charly being reunited and Viktor and Friedhelm were reunited and how for the first time both Wilhelm and Viktor had hope that they weren't the only ones of their group to still be alive and how sadly in Viktor's case it wouldn't last since this was the first and last time he saw Friedhelm alive (Friedhelm is killed just three days before the end of the war) and keep in mind just prior to them being reunited with Friedhelm and Charly both Wilhelm and Viktor didn't know if Friedhelm and Charly were still alive both Wilhelm and Viktor's situations were pretty dire due to one being stuck in a penal battalion for desertion and another an outsider among the Polish Partisans

For Wilhelm he didn't know if Charly was even alive and as far as he knew Friedhelm his little brother didn't survive the fighting at Kursk (The rest of his platoon was annihilated and that the chances that Friedhelm was still alive was slim to none) he didn't know what happened to Viktor and if his best friend was still alive I'm not sure if Wilhelm was aware that Greta was arrested and for Wilhelm to see Charly again after so long and likely thinking that he was the only one left of their group it gave him hope and its brutal that it was short lived though luckily both Wilhelm and Charly survive the war but lost Friedhelm and Greta so close to the end of the war

As for Viktor he spent three years not knowing if Friedhelm was still alive (nor did he know the fate of the other three and the chances were slim that the rest were still alive) he spent spent late 1943 to mid 1944 with the Polish Partisans who outside of Alina barely tolerated his existence due to him being German and got kicked out once his Jewish heritage was revealed (he was so lucky that he wasn't killed) so seeing Friedhelm after so long of likely fearing the worst gave him that hope for the first time since 1941 that Viktor wasn't the only one of their group that is still alive and it's gut wrenching to know that this is the last time he saw Friedhelm alive as his young friend was killed a couple of days before the end of the war and he lost his girlfriend Greta as well (also during the final days of the war) and Wilhelm and Charly were empty shells that returned to him

#wilhelm winter #friedhelm winter #greta muller #viktor goldstein #charly weiss #generation war

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jane-blackwater-oc · 2 years

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Hello there

Jane here,

My main fandoms: WW2 films, hbo war, Generation War, Inglorious Basterds, Jojo Rabbit, The Great Escape and The Book Thief not to mention Sora No Woto and Girls Und Panzer.

Sometimes Aria the animation ("What? It's cute ok!")

Emma a Victorian Romance, (I like the idea of Emma and William in WW1)

Sound Euphonium!

Anything Kyoto Animation.

My interests in (books) are WW2 type books (Mainly comics/manga),

“manga of all types”

#WW2 films #hbo war #Generation War #Inglorious Basterds #band of brothers #the pacific #unsere mütter unsere väter #wilhelm winter #friedhelm winter #jojo rabbit #the great escape #v #Sora No Woto #Girls Und Panzer

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juergenfeytiat · 4 months

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Verschollen und vergessen: Der Frachtdampfer „Augsburg“

Eine Erinnerung an die verschwundenen Seeleute der „Augsburg“ Beitragsbild: Der Frachtdampfer „Augsburg“, Aufnahmedatum unbekannt (zwischen 1896-1912); © R. Schmelzkopf, Deutsch-Australische Dampfschiffs-Gesellschaft, Hamburg 1888 – 1926, S. 30, Eigenverlag (Strandgut), Cuxhaven 1984, Aufnahme aus der Sammlung A. Kludas. Vorwort Im Februar 2024 jährt sich der Untergang des Frachtdampfers…

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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"would you still love your favorite character if they did [cruellest shit you've ever heard]?" baby you dont wanna know how far my love would go for that mf

#me when nico #nico di angelo #percy jackson #achilles #henry winter #prince wilhelm #pjo #hoo #tsoa #the secret history #young royals #pjo/hoo #the song of achilles #books #banana fish #ash lynx #the cruel prince #annotated books

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sictransitgloriamvndi · 6 months

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#art #painting #oil on canvas #german art #chapel #crypt #ruins #architecture #buildings #winter #ruin of a monastery crypt in winter #wilhelm steuerwaldt #goth #gothic

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huariqueje · 4 months

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Abandoned train station in an icy landscape - Wilhelm Schnarrenberger , 1946

German, 1892-1966

Oil on canvas , 64 x 77.5 cm.

#Wilhelm Schnarrenberger #german artist #train station #winter landscape

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thatsmybook · 2 months

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"It's been a month since Young Royals officially ended and, if you're like me, you're still sobbing over that beautiful finale and missing Prince Wilhelm, Simon, and the entire squad from Hillerska (and Bjärstadt).

Don't worry, I've got some royally good YA book recs for your favourite characters from YOUNG ROYALS that you can add to your TBR to fill the space we're all missing after watching this fantastic series."

From YA author Julian Winters on IG @wintersjulian

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jjungkok · 11 months

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Unsere Mütter, unsere Väter

#unsere mütter unsere väter #wilhelm winter #friedhelm winter #wwii #volker bruch #tom schilling #generation war #my edit #1940s #germany

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benevolenterrancy · 4 months

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@planningconquest suggested I draw klink bumbling into one of the Heroes' traps, so here he is, kicking up a fuss as per the norm

#don't worry about it klink they just set it up to. catch wild turkeys. in germany. in the winter. yeah...#hogan's heroes #klink #colonel klink #wilhelm klink #newkirk #peter newkirk #lebeau #louis lebeau #my art

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jaucher · 9 months

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#unsere mütter unsere väter #generation war #friedhelm winter #wilhelm winter #tom schilling #volker bruch

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snowyhobbit · 7 months

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'If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold...it would be a merrier world' - Thorin Oakenshield

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postcard-from-the-past · 7 months

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German Emperor Wilhelm II discussing military details during the Winter battle of the Masurian Lakes, Eastern Front of the First World War, modern-day Poland

German vintage postcard

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