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SFW Alphabet—Donny Donowitz | IB headcanon

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection is Donny’s weakness. Whether it be giving or receiving he is always wanting to touch you in some way. This could be his arm around your shoulders while Aldo is debriefing the squad, your head on his shoulder by the campfire, or light kisses to the forehead before a stressful situation.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being friends with Donny is basically signing up for chaos. He’s the type who would suggest doing stupid shit and you have to follow in order to ensure he doesn’t kill himself doing it. Laughing to the point of ab cramps is the best way to describe moments with Donny as your bestie.

The friendship started before you two shipped off to France. You were probably the squad’s nurse or high ranking next to him and Aldo that you guys interacted more than with the Basterds. The friendship sorta naturally happened to the point it’s hard to even put a date on when it started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Physical touch is the mans love language so of course he likes to cuddle. Holding you in his arms with the radio playing while you two doze in and out of sleep is the best feeling in the world. “Doll,” he’ll make grabby hands at you, “c’mere let me hold ya.” He’s the big spoon obviously, but also he likes when he’s laying on his back and you’re curled into his side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hell yeah Donny wants to settle down—the literal dream for him is to own a home with you in a nice area where you two get to grow old together. You two would likely run the barber shop or another business and be the couple who give back to the community.

Donny, surprisingly, is a descent cook. Really he specializes in certain dishes that are family recipes. And best believe he can stir up some smacking pasta. You never have to worry about a messy home or kitchen because the Army embedded it into his brain that orderliness and cleanliness is essential…..except on Sundays. That’s y’all’s break day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d rather scalp himself than end things with you. If anyone is gonna break hearts, Donny will sacrifice his own to prevent you from experiencing it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a bachelor was honestly what Donny expected he’d be all his life. Yeah he dated and had flings but never did it occur to him he’d want to settle down and build a future with someone. When you came along it was like he had an awakening. Immediately he saw the house with a yard full of animals, kids running around the premises and a ring on his finger. After you two got engaged Donny wasn’t quick to rush a wedding especially since you two had just returned to the states. He wanted to work as much as he could to give you the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite being a giant beefy man that he is, Donny is very gentle. His touch is like feathers and always carefully handled as to not hurt you. Anytime you’re sad or distress his approach with you is cautious. Asking questions like, “Do you need to talk or want to be alone?” Whatever you decide he’ll respect even if it means walking away to give you space.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Are you kidding this man lives and breathes for hugs. He gives the best hugs of the Basterd (Wicki coming a close second) so you take any chance you can to hug him. Donny won’t even hesitate when you ask for one or he’ll simply bring you into an embrace he notices you’re under distress.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Considering he realized he loved you in the middle of a legit war, Donny probably said it quick. And by quick I mean right when it hit him like a truck. You two had been best friends by that point to he was worried to an extent it would crumble before his eyes. But to his utter surprise you said, “Oh, Donny, are you blind? I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever! I love you too, you rascal.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay so while he hardly gets jealous when the Basterds or his friends playfully flirt with you, he WILL become a different person when someone he hates tries to swoon you. Of course he’s confident in y’all’s relationship and knows you’d never betray him, he just fucking hates when an asshole attempts to get your attention. “Jealous again, baby?” “NO……maybe.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donny are best described as ‘cheeky’. He’ll send you a smirk with eyes reading, ‘Imma kiss you right now,’ before smacking his lips against yours or your cheek before running away. You can’t help but giggle when he does because it’s so adorable and always puts a smile on your face. Your lips and jaw are his favorite places to kiss, however, when he’s feeling frisky Donny will trail his mouth down your neck and collarbones. For him, the Sargent loves to be kissed on the lips as well. He’ll never admit it but Donny is a sucker for when you kiss his chest.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Donny is amazing with children. It’s one of the things you love about him. Even if you two do not plan to have children he loves to spend time with nieces/nephews and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the type to teach the kids in your neighborhood how to play baseball. He’d also offer discount and free haircuts to the children and teens who cannot afford one. If you do have/adopt kids, then expect Donny to be the best father ever. Always attending their school functions and sport games (most likely baseball) and taking your kids to the zoo, museum, Red Sox games, etc. He is their #1 supporter and will do whatever possible to make them happy.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

During the war y’all’s mornings started bright and early at the ass crack of dawn. Donny would be the first one up considering he was in charge of getting the Basterds into formation, but he’d make sure to give you a kiss on the head as a good morning before leaving. When there is the rare chance of staying in an inn or motel then he’s all over you with cuddles and waking you up with kisses.

Back home in the states Donny is the type who will put the coffee on the pot as soon as he wakes up to get you a coffee before your eyes open. Then if he has time he’ll run to the cafe by the corner of your street to get your favorite breakfast. “Is that what I think it is?” “Only the best for my baby this fine Sunday morning.”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

I can see Donny as a night owl. Really it was a result of the late nights overseas where he had to keep watch of the camp. The habit carried over when he returned home in which he would stay up listening to the radio or reading a book. You’d have to force him to come to bed—-often making him a warm cup of milk or run a bath. But once his head hit the pillow mans is out like a light and holding you to his chest.

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Relax, Donny Donowitz

I tried my best with German in this imagine as I know a little (just basics), so if there are any corrections that need to be made, please message me! Thank you!

Warning: violence, Nazis, death, brutality with a bat, gunfire, ending is a bit NSFW 

Word count: 2.1k~

For a week, the basterds had nothing to do. The very person they were trying to find had seemingly gone on holiday, and no information on where he had travelled to was available to us. As soon as he left, it seemed as if the world itself had calmed down. The men were finally able to write and send out their letters to their mothers and loved ones at home while others were left to rest and catch up on what was going on in the world that didn't involve the ongoing war or guns.

Specifically, Donny enjoyed the first few days of freedom from his duties as we were all able to stay at a hostel for that week and rest. The hostel was run by a kind man who, come to find, also hated the current ongoing regime in his home country. Because of this, he was more than willing to help the basterds in our mission.

Donny and I both got to have breakfast with each other every morning, and later on, we had the ability to get lost in each other in nothing but the bed sheets and moonlight without the possibility of anyone walking in or complaining. In a way, we got to finally act like a normal couple for once in a very long time. It was just us to ourselves, and we weren't complaining.

However, on the fifth day of rest, Donny seemed tense, almost irritated. He woke up, sat at the breakfast table, and drank coffee with me while I jotted down status reports on the missions we completed. Being the Basterd's (I guess you could say) secretary, it was my job to do such things. I wrote down information about soldiers and their lives, mission statuses and details, and even small facts about the Basterds themselves. Being the fiancé of the infamous "Bear Jew," my job was mildly easy as my source of information was usually right beside me when given the chance.

For Donny, on the other hand, his work mostly entailed beating the enemies to a pulp with his bat in hand or just simply shooting them. It was a way for him to release any fury and anger he held, while at the same time, protect his country and everyone involved in it. The opposing side was always his target, and if he were to see any of them at any time, he would surely pull back on his trigger and release the fire held within him.

"Donny, what's the matter?" I ask him, looking up from my papers to stare at the handsome man in front of me. In his usual attire, he's hot, but when he's dressed in nothing but a simple pair of cotton pants, the matching button-up top thrown off long ago, he looks absolutely delectable.

"I work too much," he simply answers, staring down at his cup of coffee, not an ounce of sugar or cream in the dark liquid. "I'm so used ta missions and fighting that... I kinda forgot how ta relax," he adds on with a small laugh as he turns his attention to look at me.

Smiling, I ponder through my thoughts for a few seconds before standing from the table and walking over to him. As soon as I’m within arms length of Donny, he pulls me close and sits me in his lap where he immediately begins pressing feather-like kisses against the exposed skin of my arm while his rough hands dance across my bare thighs. Just like his shirt, my pants had been long forgotten about as well.

"What if we had some fun today?" I suggest, instantly receiving Donny's eager lips on my neck. Before he can fully begin in his actions, I stop him with my hand on his head and a smile on my lips. "Not that type of fun," I quickly reiterate, gaining a groan of protest from the man.

"What if we went to a field and played... baseball?" I ask him, looking down to see him with an eyebrow raised questionably.

"Baseball?" He repeats the word in a question-like voice. "I haven't played that since we were in Boston," A few seconds pass before he smiles. "Although, I guess it would fun playing with you."

Almost immediately, he stands from his chair with me still in his arms. I can't help but giggle and wrap my arms around his neck even tighter, just as he likes it. I have to enjoy these moments with Donny because I never know when I'll be able to repeat them, or if I’ll get them again. Sometimes, missions can draw on from one week to one month, and during that time, the feeling of loneliness is inevitable. When you're so used to someone's warm arms around you all the time, you can't help but yearn for that when they're away.

Getting dressed was a hassle with Donny trying to kiss me at any chance he got, but I guess it isn't any different from what he's been doing for the past few years. Before leaving, we gathered his bat (free of any enemy blood, of course) and a ball the hostel keeper had lying around. We then traveled out to a field not too far from the inn, no one else out in the field despite the sun being out and the weather pleasant. I wasn’t going to complain, however; that leaves it all to Donny and me to enjoy ourselves.

Smiling at the dark haired man, I pitch the ball to him which he skillfully hits, letting him score a home-run while I run to get the ball, ultimately running out of air as I run back. "Woo-hoo!" Donny shouts, victoriously throwing his arms in the air as he stands at the base. "Still got it, baby, yeah!"

"Oh, quiet down!" I tease him, hunching over to catch my breath as he quickly heads over to where I stand. Donny merely grins at my comment before I raise back up, still a bit out of breath. Placing my hands on my hips, I watch as Donny's smile turns into a focused frown, his eyes cast toward the forest behind me. Turning my head, I don't see anything, but my ears do catch something.

"Do you hear that?" Donny asks, receiving a nod back from me. Without a second thought, he takes my hand in his before walking toward that secluded part of the woods, not forgetting to grab his bat he dropped when he first hit the ball. Walking closer to the tall trees, I pick up more on what the noise is. It's people talking to each other in another language.

"Is that German?" Donny asks me, receiving another nod. Stopping beside a big pine, I try to listen in on the conversation. "Can you understand it?" He whispers.

"I think," I answer him. Aside from Hugo, I also serve as a translator to the Basterds for German having learned it in my youth. Leaning my head closer to sounds, I can hear the conversation more, but only bits and pieces.

"Zwei Leute,"

"Two people," I say the translation.

"Juden,"

"Jewish,"

"Feuer… Haus,"

"Fire... house,"

My eyes widening, I look back at Donny. "I think someone's talking about setting a house on fire," I tell him, his widening just like mine before he crawls through the forest with me beside him. Taking slow and quiet steps, we try to be as silent as possible as we soon find the owners of the voices. Sure enough, the two men sharing the conversation are decked out in Nazi attire, the bands on their arms giving them away immediately. As the two smoke cigars, they point out toward the part of the field that leads out to the civilian life. Looking around the rest of the woods, I don't see anyone else, and since the sun is bright out today, I'm pretty confident that the two are by themselves.

"When I say three, toss the ball in the air," Donny whispers, successfully avoiding gaining attention from the two enemies. Walking a few steps behind me, he swings his bat low to the ground as if he were readying it. "Stay there," He tells me, before counting down. "One... two... three," With the last number, emitting from his lips, he whistles loudly as I toss the ball into the air.

Right as both of the nazis turn to look at us, Donny swings his bat at the ball, successfully hitting the ball and making it fly into one of the Nazi's in the head. While the first nazi stumbles backward, now unconscious, the second one reaches for his gun, but he's too slow as Donny wastes no time in running up and hitting the man in the stomach before spinning and hitting him in the back of his head with the wooden instrument. Just like his fellow cretin, he falls to the ground as well, except in his case, his heart stops beating and body convulses in response to Donny's harsh hit.

Giving him one more hit on the ground, Donny moves on to the other man, turning him on his back so he can face him. Ripping the gun from the man's side, Donny tosses it over to me where I grab it and ready it, just in case. Donny then aggressively slaps the man repeatedly who wakes up on the fifth hit with a bloody nose.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" Donny taunts, the Bear Jew coming out in full force. The man holds his hands up to protect himself, making Donny laugh. "Give us your mission details, you piece of shit," Donny says to the man, only to receive a weird look. He must not speak English.

Walking up to the two, I get on the same level as Donny before holding the tip of the welrod to the man's neck, his eyes flashing in fear in response to a gun he stole being pressed against his neck. "Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab," I tell the man, speaking full German.

Eyes wide, the man shakily reaches down and takes out a piece of paper, but I can tell that isn't the map. Cocking the gun, I aim it toward his knee cap without looking and shoot, the only sound following being the man's cry of pain thanks to the gun's built-in silencer.

"Der echte eins," I demand, seeing Donny in the corner of my eye smirking.

"Kapitulation, kapitulation!" The man cries out, pulling another paper out of his jacket pocket. Yanking it from the man's grasp, I flip it open and see the familiar cities around Belgium, the Imperial Eagle stamped onto specific locations such as public buildings and flats.

"Thank you," I mutter, walking backward as I stare at the map more. Over the top of the page, my eyes catch Donny quickly break back into his badass persona before beating the nazi's face to a pulp with each brutal swing of his bat. Once he's done, he wipes the blood from his face and walks over to me where he peers down at the piece of paper in my hands.

"Can't bring you anywhere," I joke, handing him the map to look over. Smiling, I press a kiss against his lips, quickly receiving one back before he pulls me close to him. "Work just seems to follow you."

"You're the one who finds all'ar missions, baby," He responds, smirking as he kisses my cheek. "And it looks like you found the rest of 'em for all of Belgium," With the discovery, Donny seems happy and almost proud in a way. Looking back at the map with him, I find myself sighing a little. Our long weekend is over, but at the same time, the Basterds are closer to their victory, and Donny's got his mojo back.

“Just warn me next time you decide to shoot a man in front of me.” Donny’s voice breaks me away the map and over to him as he now stands behind me. I raise an eyebrow at him curiously, but he simply continues smirking before leaning his face into my neck and pressing his hips into mine, something hard and eager poking into my back. “Almost fucked you right here in the forest, babe,” I gasp, just in time for him to bite at my neck harshly. “You really have no fucking clue.”

Translations :

Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab,

Give us the map, or we rip your head off,

Der echte eins,

The real one,

Kapitulation, kapitulation!

Surrender, surrender!

Welrod: Welrod was a European gun made during the Second World War

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Still Awake | Donny Donowitz x m!reader

anonymous asked: Donny with I'm just gonna bash your fucking brain in ( really just this scene...)

summary: Donny knows you all too well for your own good.

tws: war mentions, swearing

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The stars outside gleamed a silver smile along with a laughing moon while the winds whistled a fine old tune; a tune that had been heard by every ancestor, yet had been drowned out by the sounds of gunfire, mortars, shelling, tanks, and death. Hurricanes and blizzards, no storm could be heard over the raging melody of death and destruction.

Yet, within the tunnel, a bear slept soundly beside the man he loved.

His arm thrown over his man, Donny was snoring softly, the soft breaths warm against the back of your cold neck; his leather jacket draped over you, and one of Wicki's thicker jackets beneath it, yet you were still so cold.

The broken tunnels did very little in terms of warmth, cold droplets of semi solid water trickling between the cracked stones; Donny didn't seem to notice as he slept in his vest, his trousers pulled down to his ankles after he complained that he was too warm, his baseball bat right in front of you.

Some of the names had become smudged, yet still legible and still readable; every name a different story.

Every name a different loved one who should have been safe. A loved one who should be alive. You looked away, not wanting to be reminded of what would be waiting for you if they were to capture you; you knew all too well, but you had to keep fighting. You couldn't give up, couldn't let them kill more people as the hours went on; it was like Aldo said - the only good Nazi is a fucking dead Nazi.

The best thing any of you could do for anyone was to kill every single one of those fuckers, the more painful the death, the better.

Make them pay.

Make them regret every word, every action.

Make sure they could never hurt anyone again.

Make them rue the day they ever put that fucking uniform on; some of them lied, said they were only following orders and didn't actually believe in what they were doing, but they were fucking liars.

The lot of them, every little fucker who so much as nodded along to speeches, deserved to die.

Donny tried to pull you closer, a grumble coming from the back of his throat as he realised that he couldn't, and he sighed as he dared to open one eye; gently, he tapped your stomach with his rough fingers, and moved to sit up.

Looking down at you, he frowned. "You're still awake?"

You nodded, moving onto your back as you sighed, shivers running through your body as you missed his warmth. "Too cold to sleep."

He tutted, daring to straddle your waist for a moment before he gently lowered his body onto yours, trying not to laugh when he felt you chuckle at the sudden contacts. "This any better?"

"You becoming a blanket?" You teased, daring to bring a hand up to card through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. His dark black hair was somehow still soft, like it had been washed just that morning, even if you knew that he had not gotten the chance to wash it for weeks.

Then again, neither did you. It was difficult to find bodies of water that were big enough to bathe in, even more difficult to come by certain basics like towels, spare clothes, soap; everything was hard to find and to come by when you weren't even allowed to be in contact with other allied regiments unless it was an emergency.

Basterds were on their own, and that meant no rations, which meant that everything you could find, you had to salvage however much you could; you would have killed for a bar of soap. You couldn't blame Donny for smelling a bit, given the circumstances, and you were certain that you did as well; but his hair was still so soft, you wondered if he secretly had a bar of soap to himself that he wasn't sharing.

Probably not.

His stubble was getting thicker by the day, it would only be a few weeks until he had a proper beard; you could remember the days when he would despise himself for not shaving every day. Those days were long gone; now, even being able to trim facial hair was a fucking luxury and a half. As much as you knew you were doing the right thing by killing every Nazi you could find, you did wonder if the other allied regiments were better off; they were given rations, they had places to wash.

"You're doing it again," Donny murmured.

"What?"

"You're doing that thing where you wonder if the other guys are better off," he mumbled against your skin, "y'know, that thing where you think that maybe you'd be better off under some fuckin' McAuliffe cunt's command."

"You really know me that well?" You asked, tugging at his hair gently to force him to look at you.

Donny smiled as he nodded, raising his brows slightly. "Course I do... gonna make you my husband one day, I'd like to think I fuckin' know you as much as I do myself."

"Fair point," you hummed, letting go of his hair so that you could put your arms behind your head. "You really think we're gonna live that long, though?"

He didn't want to say it, didn't want to admit that he really wasn't sure if he thought about it for more than a few moments; but he also knew that if he didn't say it, then you would be worse off. He couldn't have that.

"Yeah, of fuckin' course I do! Anyone who tells me otherwise, I'll tell them straight: I'm gonna bash your fucking brains in."

"What if I tell you otherwise?"

"You won't," he glared at you with big brown eyes as he shook his head.

You licked your lips as you swallowed thickly. "What if I do?"

"Then," he moved up, straddling your waist again as he planted his hands on the cold stones either side of your head, a smile coming to his face. "I guess I'm gonna have to fuckin' kiss you til you think differently."

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but to smile; he could remember you being so small that people had to carry you. He used to be so small that he couldn't kick a football when he was younger. He couldn't remember you both getting so much older; you had become so handsome. He got so tall. Wasn't it just yesterday that you were playing in the street outside his father's barbershop?

So many years together, one season following the next like it was nothing; everything you had done together growing up, had brought you both here. He still loved you as much as he did when you were both small; he still loved you as much as he did when you were stupid children. So natural a fit, it was no shock that, if you were to make it out of the war alive, there would be a canopy to stand beneath just around the corner.

"I love you," he breathed out.

"I know," you mumbled, gently cupping his cheek. "I don't wanna lose you."

Leaning into your touch, Donny shook his head. "I don't wanna lose you, either."

"Tell me we're gonna make it out alive. Tell me it's all gonna be alright."

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[rurivu]

Last spring day

Donny Donowitz&Fem!reader

!!!NSFW!!!

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A sunny day in the city of Boston, a field outside the city, where after school you always ran a race to the big oak.You've been Donny Donowitz's best friend since elementary school, and he's yours.It was exactly the same weather when he said on the first day of your meeting, "I bet I can get to this oak tree faster?" and he took off like a horse, and you, too, were taken aback as soon as possible, but of course the boy overtook and rejoiced in his victory for a long time.But you weren't offended or even upset, even then you were happy to see him happy, so you stood and watched.And so year after year, you ran and he always ran first.

Everything has been restless lately, the young Jew is very worried and often annoyed, he talks about revenge and injustice all the time, but next to you he is distracted from gloomy thoughts and can fool around again, making you laugh.

Now you and he are 16 years old.This year the guy was especially depressed, your presence calmed him down, but it didn't help.You were really worried about him.But here is the end of spring, Donny informs you that he wants to go to war...And here he is running away from you on the green grass on the last day of school, you see his black nape, a crumpled school shirt in the process, a briefcase shaking in all directions...And you realize that you see him for the last time, that he will never come again, will not tell you about baseball for the hundredth time, will no longer hang upside down on the branches of trees, will not sit next to this tree...He's literally running away from you.This thought brings tears to your eyes, you don't want to let him go, you want to run away from all this, catch up with him...

The wind blows like mad, tearing tears from your cheeks, you have never run so fast in your life.Before you know it, you're already standing by the oak tree, and Donny...from behind..For the first time in so many years, you were the first, but for some reason you were not at all happy...

"It can't be," Donowitz shouted, throwing his hands behind his head as he walked into the wreckage.- Have you been pretending for 9 years that you don't know how to run just to give me a head start?!It's actually not fair!

You smiled:

- If I really could have overtaken even then, 9 years ago!- you shouted back.Having grinned loudly for a long time, the guy reached you and, throwing the briefcase into the grass, lay down under a tree, giving his hands a familiar pose behind his head.After a little hesitation, you lay down next to him, putting your head on his shoulder, and your hand on his chest.You were silent and looked into the distance, which was very strange for you in normal circumstances.But no, both understand, this is the last time you see each other.

"Don't you want to start telling me how stupid I am or something?"Donny asked seriously, he was really interested in this question.Oh Donny, Donny, always speaks directly.

- Of course not, I know that you are doing the right thing, and you, Donowitz, know this very well, too, - you answered in a calm measured tone.- so it's not me who's going to dissuade you, anyway.- you drummed the last words with your thin fingers on his chest.The guy smiled tenderly, but there was an almost imperceptible sadness and tenderness in his smile, which only you saw.He liked it so much that he was understood, which made it so painful to leave you.

- You are a brave man, Donny Donowitz, fighting for justice and it is worthy...- you continued a little more quietly while he, as if by chance, wound one of your two braids on his finger.

- Worthy of it...to fall...- you repeated, not knowing yourself whether you want to continue the thought or finish it.Why this farce, these fake conversations, they will not lead to anything and will not change anything, but only add fuel to the fire!No.Today, right now, something special is going to happen, it just has to.Donny owes you.What can the last Donowitz do for you, and you for him, to put an end to exactly?You caught a glimpse of his pants... My God, what are you thinking!Quickly looking away, even more nuzzling the guy's chest, you thought.

- Do you think I'm going to die?Donny asked suddenly.For a moment, a terrible picture appeared in your thoughts...Holding back tears , you squeezed out:

- I do not know, I do not want to talk about it.- you shrank even more, burrowed into his body, so that he wouldn't see you like this.

- And what do you want, Y/N?!- with a hit-and-run, the hot guy said and turned right at you with a frown.You looked up and your eyes met.He read the endless bitterness that you so wanted to hide from your friend.The bottomless eyes spoke for themselves, so Donowitz obediently returned to his previous position.He was hurt by how you suffer, and most importantly, how you hide it from him with all your might, if only he didn't feel bad.

Donny was silent and looked at the landscape of the city dear to him, the sun shone on his tense, from that truly masculine, face.The grass pricked your sides.You both needed a distraction.

- Hey, Donny.- you whispered, turning around.

-M? -he did the same, now your faces are almost close together so that the tips of your noses touch each other.Without saying anything, you timidly, uncertainly began to approach.The guy hesitated a little, instinctively leaning back, from which you stopped.But just a second later, he took the initiative and reached out to you.An unexpected and unusual feeling hit you both, a quick touch of the lips was enough to make goosebumps run all over your body.Pulling away, you looked into each other's eyes as passionately as ever and kissed again...and once again, each time penetrating deeper and deeper.It was like jumping into icy water, when the body thinks it's dying, but after holding out a little longer, it gets used to it and it gets warmer, it was exactly the same, but all these sensations were reduced to a couple of seconds.

Having reached the peak of your happiness, you decided that it was time to move to a new level.You didn't have to say anything, one look was enough, and, having received the same silent consent, you saddled your prince.It turned out that your shrine was located directly above his genital organ so that only Donowitz's pants separated you, it felt like being on a living mountain.

Donny undid all the remaining buttons on his shirt with one hand and stared at you intently, waiting for the next action.You, too, without taking your eyes off him, began to unbutton your shirt.Slowly, button by button, and he was staring at your hands with all his eyes, tense and at the same time very eager to see what he could only see in clothes up to the moment.Mom, how at that moment his penis persistently rested against you!

Having completely bared your top, you couldn't help but smile when you saw Donowitz's round eyes.So sweet and confused.

You stretched out the entire length of the Jew's torso, having previously held your hands from his stomach to his chest and neck, clasping the latter with both palms.He felt warm, dense breasts on him, which made him sweat all over (in every sense). Pulling up to his face, you hung over him a little.Lowering your hands, you returned them to the guy's chest and pressed your lips to the powerful neck, from which Donny let out a soft moan.Finding his hand, you lightly put it on your hip, it perfectly encircled him.You both sighed heavily because you knew what was going to happen now..

You started moving your pelvis, literally rolling your bend on Donowitz's penis, because of that, the boy threw his head back with a muffled exhalation.The hot air was coming out of you and heating the guy's neck, while you were already soaking wet.He couldn't stand the tightness in his pants first and, putting his hand under your dress, quickly unbuttoned them blindly.At the same moment, a hot and wet organ rested against your slit.He was more than ready to enter, your excited bodies were just burning with desire for each other.The guy helped him with his hand and oh my God, it really took time for him to fully enter.You haven't uttered a single loud sound all the time, but now you were literally torn apart.The simplest finding such an aggregate inside you made you moan and bend in all directions.Gritting his teeth and squeezing your thigh with his fingertips, Donny began to move, penetrating again and again.You reflexively shrank, and he hissed with pleasure, accelerating.

Even Donowitz himself was scared of such a heart-rending and erotic scream, and even more so you.You were making a sound in time with every thrust body on body, while the guy desperately tried to get air.With your insides, you feel his penis throbbing, and he himself is straining.Catching your eye, you look at him, after which you straighten up and he slips out of you, the guy did not have time to come to his senses as right there you quickly grabbed the organ under the skirt with your hand, in which he fit perfectly, and rapidly drive up and down.The world seemed to freeze and disappear, only the two of you and your voices remained.Voices full of young passionate love.Unintelligible sounds, endless muttering of each other's names, this pleading in the eyes of those looking at you.He stretches out to to kiss you, you are attracted in response.Another second and here ....

Your hand is covered with a warm thick liquid, spreading between the sticks and flowing down to the grass.Donny Donowitz leaves his last breath in you and blissfully falls to the ground.

After brushing yourself a little, you could only throw on a shirt and plop down to him.The sun is blinding you both, the birds are chirping over you, and the grass is also swaying silently in the wind.Everyone around you now is a true paradise just for the two of you...

"If you have a choice between life and death," you suddenly suddenly spoke, shaking the idyll of silence with your whisper."please choose to come back to me, Donny....

Exhausted, he smiled tenderly, it's a pity you could have seen it then.But he promises, taking you firmly by the tender hand, promises that before the choice he will choose you and only you...

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#donny donowitz #oc x canon #inglorious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds #inglorious basterds #donny donowitz x reader #image #fanfic #kinda nswf #nswf text

[saltysideblog]

Agree agree agree with every sick basterd imagine (fun fact I didn't know Sakowitz's name until now lol) but you know I don't think Donny covers his mouth when he sneezes either, I feel like he's one of those people who sneezes loud and proud and doesn't give a fuck who knows, almost like an expression of masculinity (a bear roar, if you will) but yeah, he's absolutely a complete baby and wants All Of The Cuddles

Mama Donowitz absolutely s p o i l e d that boy, no one can tell me otherwise.

And he definitely sneezes loud. Got those high volume dad sneezes (and he doesn't even have kids yet, imagine...) and it's always four in a row; every single one takes him by surprise.

He likes to sneeze in a tissue though, because a big pile of tissues on the bed looks more dramatic and he'll do everything to garner your sympathy (and more cuddles).

aaah-CHAH

#glad you enjoyed it ☺️ #i tried my best #anon ask #inglourious basterds x reader #donny donowitz #salty answers

[inglourious-imagines]

Inglourious Basterds Masterlist

Lt. Aldo Raine:

The Story of Their Lives

A Thing Going On

#inglourious basterds imagine #inglourious basterds imagines #inglourious basterds #lt. aldo raine #aldo raine #aldo raine imagine #aldo raine x reader #donny donowitz #donny donowitz imagine

[wurst-vacation]

Omg tumblr keeps eating my asks to almost everyone but i hope you get this! Could you write a SFW alphabet for Donny Donowitz x fem or non specific reader? (If you want to obv). I've been practically starving for some Donny fics and i can't even request without it getting eaten😭

I indeed have seen this :) I of course will do this— I need the excuse to write about this man haha and your absolutely right, there’s not enough stuff about Donny online, that’s why I’m here!

Donny Donowitz SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) : Donny is naturally affectionate when it comes to the right person, it might come out as blunt at first, but it’s really because he doesn’t want others to perceive him as soft when around you. If your alone with him, he’s going to shower you with as much affection as possible. In big and small.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Donny is the thorn on your hip. You need to go get something? He’s following you. Have a story to tell? He’s all ears. Overall, he’s just attentive and is gonna be there for you, even in that platonic way.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) once again, Donny definitely likes cuddling, but is going to be private about it. Nuzzling his face into your neck from behind as you sleep, wrapping his arms around you, he’s definitely doing it. He really loves you after all, he’ll risk his ‘toughness’ for you :)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) After a long day of bashing Nazis brains in, Donny only wants to be with you. He doesn’t mind if that time he spends is by cleaning the house, or cooking for you. (Even though he sucks at it)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)Donny would try his best to be civil about it. Granted, if he’s the one breaking up with you. He’ll make it simple, and straight to the point. He wouldn’t cry, he’d just be physically upset.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Donny isn’t inherently against getting married, he thinks it would be amazing. Though, due to the whole timing of it, he thinks the commitment wouldn’t matter in the end nonetheless. He has a lot on his plate!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Donny is gentle, only with you. Not like how he talks to Hugo, or anyone for that matter. Surely, if you saw him when he was wielding his baseball bat, and compare that to when you with him, the drastic difference in his tone is jarring.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Donny doesn’t like receiving hugs. He likes giving them. He will sneak up behind you any chance he gets, and practically attacks you from behind in a bear hug. (Get it?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Donny never thought he’d live to ever say those three words to someone. The time would have to be right when he’d say it for the first time. It isn’t an ‘I love you’ just for the hell of it, when he says it in those rare moments, he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Boy oh boy.. This man gets jealous very quickly. The fact that he’s very observant, he will be sure to catch when somebody else is glancing at you in the wrong way, or just a way the irks him. But don’t worry! He’ll have a little.. ‘talk’ with them.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) When in public, his kisses are tiny. Just a small peck on the cheek or neck, along with a witty joke. When alone, he likes to be much more thorough with it. Long, and meaningful. Make-out sessions are his favorite. He particularly likes to be kissed by you on his chest. He doesn’t know why, he just does.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He thinks they are loud. He can deal with them, just don’t put him with any when he’s worked up. He’s a volcano ready to rupture.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) He’s definitely grumpy. How much sleep do you even get during war? Probably not much. Grumbling to himself about another night of insomnia is likely. Get him his coffee, and rub his back and he’ll be just fine.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Depending on the night, he definitely swings between moods. Some days he’ll be rushing with adrenaline, wondering what to do next. He probably will insist on something, and your probably gonna have no other choice but to satisfy him. Other nights, he’s just going to want to be cuddled up next to you, listening to vinyl in the best intimate way possible. No words need to be spoken then.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Donny, when worked up, will overshare things. It tends to be something embarrassing, and he’ll beat himself up over it afterwards. When he’s actually intimate with you, he’ll open up to things about himself that he’d never tell ANYONE.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) He will get angry quick. So be careful. Those small things that he notices, they will slowly bring him into this bizarre, crazed decent. That’s the bat wielding guy we all know and love! Just allow him to let it out on some guy.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) He’s going to remember anything. What you wore on a certain day, what your favorite color is, your favorite film, small things that he can use to his advantage when it comes to giving gifts and affection.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) The night you two went to the cinema together. It was to see his favorite movie, and he couldn’t shut up about it the whole time. He knew everything, and I mean everything about this movie. His constant removing made a man from behind you two harshly kick the back of Donny’s seat. You two make jokes about it to this day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He’s going to do anything to keep you safe. Even if your helping him in his work, he’s gonna make sure your safe, your his first priority.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) He’s going all out, to the best of his ability. He knows everything you like, so he’s getting you something he KNOWS you want.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Donny bites the skin around his fingers when anxious, and grits his teeth when in awkward situations.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Donny doesn’t care to much about himself when it comes to looks. Sure, he’ll do his hair nice if he needs to, but he does not mind. He’s gonna get bloodied up anyway.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)He’d be more confused. He can’t put a finger on what it is, but he surely just.. doesn’t feel right.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Donny’s favorite animal is ducks!! Also I feel like he reads a lot of books, I truly don’t know why, I feel like he does. And he likes to infodumping about them. He also suffers from major insomnia :(

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) If you don’t care about what he’s talking about, he won’t give any mind to what your talking about towards him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Hes going to steal the blanket, and tool to the other side of the bed. Good luck getting some of the blanket, because he sleeps like a rock when he ‘can’ fall asleep.

Okay that’s all! I loved writing this, Donny is the best :)

#eli roth #inglourious basterds #donny donowitz #sfw alphabet #quentin tarantino

[cliffbar-booth]

dandy

idk so i found this in my drafts for my old account (can't find it anymore idk what happened) so here ya go

pairing: donny donnowitz x reader (platonic or romantic, could be either)

warnings: self harm, swearing

this was really just a comfort fic since i wasn't doing so hot back then

“Ay, Cap’. Ya seen Y/N lately?” Donowitz had stepped up to Aldo, having not seen his best friend, Y/N, in a bit after the mission.

“Sorry Donny, but ‘fraid not. They’ve been gone for quite a while.”

“Well, the fuck happened to em??”

“ ‘s it look like I’d fuckin’ know?” Aldo threw his hands up angrily. He too was worried. It’s been a few hours since the last mission.

Donny was growing worried, after all, they were his best friend at the moment. He was sort of like a Golden Retriever; energetic, playful, loved baseballs, and goddamn loyal. To say he was even remotely nervous would be a major understatement. He decided to try and find you, being the loyal puppy he was.

After a few hours more, just as Donowitz was about to give up, he heard a cry out.

“L/N?” He shouted out, standing like one o’clock half struck. He waited for their response.

“Donny?”

His ‘primal’ instincts kicked in as he began in a quick sprint to find them. Gripping his baseball bat, he eventually found Y/N.

“Y/N! Holy fucking shit- I was- I was scared you were dead or somethin’!” He hugged them so tightly, that they were pretty sure that they heard a crack in their spine.

------------------Y/N’s POV---------------------------------------------------------------------------

I didn’t know what to do. He was gripping me so tightly, but, not in an aggressive way. I pulled down my sleeves to try and hide the cuts. Carefully, I snaked my arms around Donny weakly. I closed my eyes and took in his scent, alcohol and old spice.. Comforting. Suddenly, I realize that he can probably feel some wetness (the blood) against his back, and I immediately know that I’m done for.

“Y/N..?” The panic sets in.

“..Yeah, Donny?” Keep your cool, L/N.

“Why are you bleeding?-” holy shit. holy shit. Taking a deep breath, I try and calm yourself.

“Uh- I tripped and got scratched up by some bushes and trees and such.”

“This’s a clearing. There’s only flowers. No roses either.”

He grabs my arms, trying not to harm me, but the stinging pain still surging through my nervous system. I wince. Carefully, he pulls up my sleeves. He goes silent.

------------------ 3rd Person POV------------------------------------------------------------------

“..Why, N/N?..” They try and blink away the tears as Donny sheds a tear or two.

Carefully, Donowitz picks them up, holding their lower half (non-sexually) and gripping their back with the other hand. He walks back to the “base” and sets them down at the bed, grabbing some bandages.

“Now, I dunno how the fuck this bullshit works, but I’ve seen Cap’n use em before, so they should work.” He rips some gauze/bandages (idfk) with his teeth and gently wraps their arms with it. Y/N winces, and so does Donny. He hates seeing them in pain.

After wrapping their arms in bandages and holding you closely, Donny walks out with Y/N next to him, gripping his sleeve closely.

“PFC L/N! Yer back! What happened?” Aldo shouts out towards Y/N.

Y/N opens their mouth to answer, but Donny cuts them off.

“They were lost in a clearing, I got them back safe!” He smiles at Y/N, keeping their secret safe, since he knew they wouldn't want the others to know.

#inglourious basterds #fanfic #fluff #comfortfic

[kamelpferd]

MASTERLIST

For now only on Wattpad ... I know not the best plattform for fanfictions (One Shots) but it feels like home to me for some reason, so like... yeah.

I mainly write One Shots (if I have time) and barely bigger projects but I have one for now. (July 28th 22) It is not finished yet and not fully rewritten and reread but... yeah. Idk what to say. It is about the Magnificent 7 from 2016, so probably not a lot of peoples cup of tea.

ANYWAYS, here is the masterlistof all of my finished One Shots, kind of a shortcut, so you don't have to scroll through my whole Wattpad account.

Bon Scott

• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader

Angus Young

• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader

Brian May

• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May

Roger Taylor

• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May

• The One Bed Trope - Roger Taylor x Reader

Meeks

• Study Dates - Meeks x Reader

• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader

Pitts

• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader

Porthos

• One For Me And Just For Me - Porthos x Reader

Captain Hook

• Headcanons - James Hook x Reader

Doc Holliday

• It's Never Not Painful - Doc Holliday x Reader

John Ruth

• The Hangman - John Ruth x Reader

Dr. King Schultz

• His Name Was King - Dr. King Schultz x Reader

• A Work Of Art - Dr. King Schultz x Reader

Goodnight Robicheaux

• NSFW Alphabet

Donny Donowitz

• What Are You Thinking About - Donny Donowitz x Reader

Captain Boomerang

• Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - Captain Boomerang x Reader

• Pink Fluffy Unicorn - Captain Boomerang x Reader

• The One Where I Fucked My Friend - Captain Boomerang x Reader

Ed Kemper

• Sympathy For The Devil - Ed Kemper x Reader

• Ed Kemper's Childhood Friend - Ed Kemper x Reader

John Munch

• I Think We're Alone Now - John Munch x Reader

Billy Hargrove

• Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Billy Hargrove x Reader

• Bed Of Roses - Billy Hargrove x Reader

This Masterlist is fully updated as I try to add every fanfiction as soon as I post it on Wattpad! English is not my first language, so please don't hurt me. I am trying my best.

I would have added more pictures and or gifs to my masterlist, but there is this annoying 10 picture limit on tumblr 😭 so I can't.

You need to know about me, that I LOVE pictures and gifs and shit, and I will throw as many of them into any type of media I post as I can! They make me happy, and it saddens me that I have a limit here, but oh well what can I do. (Do I sound like a child? Because in my head the shit I just wrote sounded really childish??? help???)

I have like 20 unfinished works in my inbox, but I have like 0 time to write bc. I am like failing at life rn, and I gotta get that under control, so be patient please. (As if anyone even reads my shit 😭 why am I acting like a celebrity, and why am I so... cringe???)

Shoot me please.

Anyways, here is my linktree.

#bon scott #angus young #brian may #roger taylor #meeks #porthos #doc holliday #john ruth #dr. king schultz #donny donowitz #captain boomerang #ed kemper #john munch #billy hargrove

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Can We Cuddle? 🙈 | How the Basterds ask you to cuddle | IB Headcanon

Link to my IB masterlist

Requested by this anon ♥️ Rules for requests

Lt. Aldo Raine

Aldo is the type of main who rarely gets time to rest. Being in the middle of the woods in a war while hunting krauts means you two lack privacy or a nice warm bed. But there are days where Aldo gets so exhausted and a flicker of peace while the other basterds are occupied and takes advantage of it.

“Can we cuddle, darlin’?” He’ll simply ask, throwing aside his pack and coming to lay beside you. He pretty much already has his arm wrapped around you and nuzzling his way into your neck, sighing at the warmth it provides. The ground is hard and he’ll wake up with a sore ass and back, but at least he gets time to hold you in his arms.

You’ve already got a grin on your face, leaning into him while securing your arm around to play with his hair, saying, “Of course, love. Though, you already got yourself comfortable.”

“maybe I knew you’d say yes,” he smirks, kissing your jaw and cozying up to you. “We only got a short amount a time ‘fore those fools ruin it. Let’s make the most of it.”

Sgt. Donny Donowitz

Donny probably doesn’t even ask honestly. The man will just plop his happy ass on top of you, causing a groan followed by a laugh to escape your mouth. If y’all are at an inn/motel with the rare occasion of having a bed, Donny doesn’t hesitate to jump on top of you.“What do you want, mister?” His arms fall to your sides, resting his head on your chest while looking up at you with a cheeky smile. You’re own smile forms, knowing what it is he wants.

“Can we cuddle, doll?” The innocent question has your face soften, immediately shifting to make yourself more comfortable as your arms go to cradle him. “Do you even have to ask?” He chuckles at your response, grinning in victory as he shuffles more up your body so he wasn’t fully on top of you but against your side. It’s rare you two get to cuddle, but Donny loves anytime you do. The Basterds used to hollar and tease in the beginning of y’all’s relationship, before stopping when Donny threatened to use his bat on them.

“This is nice. Ain’t it, doll?” He hums in content, feeling you hold him. Usually he’s the bigger spoon and likes to hold you, but on these types of moments he loves just laying on top of you and feeling the gentle thump of your heart against his ear. You smile and lean down to kiss his head, “It’s the thing I look forward to most when I’m with you, Donny.”

Cpl. Wilhelm Wicki

Ever the gentlemen, Wicki would politely ask you to cuddle. He probably would pop the question when he sees you in distress or in dire need of rest. Taking your blankets and pack, Wicki sets up a little spot by the fire after you two have first watch and gesture for you to join him.

“What’s this,” you can’t help but ask, small smiling in the corner of your lips when you see him lay down and open his arms. “Lay with me, Schatzi. You need rest and I wanna hold you tonight if you don’t mind.” Biting your lip, you ease down and allow him to pull you into the position where his chest is to your back, the two of you facing the fire at a safe distance where you feel the heat but not close enough where it’s a hazard. “Don’t mind if I do, Corporal,” you then tease how out of character it is for him. Usually it’s you asking him to cuddle, not the other way around.

“With all the hell we see, Y/n, having a little bit of peace with you is what I strive for,” fingers brush through your hair, Wicki kissing the side of your head as sleep threatens to take over you. “Sleep now, liebling, I’ll be here when you wake.”

Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

Hugo is not one with words. So as you can imagine he’d likely not directly ask you to cuddle but instead give a motion with his hands or his body language gives away what he wants. You two would be bunked together—thanks to Aldo—when y’all get the chance to be at an inn while doing recon in downtown Paris. Having been…something, for sometime you two know each other’s boundaries with physical touch still being difficult for Hugo. He trusts you and knows he feels something strong for you, but he still has trouble letting you in.

This particular night however, was a hard day for both of you and you both were exhausted to the point you dropped onto the bed beside him before being taken aback by the look he was giving you. “You okay, Hugo?” You ask, sitting up a bit to decipher why he was giving you that look. When he glances down at the bed, shifting a bit closer he looks up at you with nervousness. It clicks for you, “Did you…do you want me to move closer?”

When he nods you slowly draw forward, watching his arms open and letting you fall into them. Tucking your head in his neck, you feel Hugo wrap his arms around you, stiff and unsure. It’s only when you relax against him that Hugo relaxes as well, the both of you falling asleep shortly after, a small smile painting your face.

Private Smithson Utivich

Smitty is nervous around you even after you two have established your relationship. Getting alone time gets him flustered and there are times where the opportunity arises to cuddle with you and it still makes his palms sweaty. You find it adorable, however, and sometimes tease him by saying, “All you have to do is ask, Smitty. You know I’ll say yes.”

It just makes him go red, stuttering out, “Can—can we cuddle a bit? If you don’t mind—I-I,” you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, curling up to him. His body head could be felt through his clothes, making you nuzzle up to Smiitty as he awkwardly brings his arms around you. “Better, bud?”

“Yeah,” he sighs with a crooked smile, happy with the feeling of you in his arms. Smitty can’t help but love the moments where you two get to relax and just talk about life while cuddling. It makes him feel at home, “So much better.”

#inglorious basterds imagine #inglorious basterds #inglorious basterds headcanon #inglorious basterds x reader #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz #donny donowitz headcanon #aldo raine x reader #aldo raine headcanon #aldo raine #wilhelm wicki x reader #wilhelm wicki headcanon #wilhelm wicki #hugo stiglitz x reader #hugo stiglitz headcanon #hugo stiglitz #smithson utivich #smithson utivich headcanon

[michelle-is-writing]

Early Mornings, Donny Donowitz

Word Count: 1.2k~

A hostel, a safe zone; for once, we could sleep in just a little and not worry about people finding us in the forest. The only problem with that is my own mind, my constant thoughts plaguing my head enough to wake me up way before Donny even begins to open his eyes.

It was still dark outside when I found myself staring out of the room’s window, the stars starting to disappear as dawn slowly crept up. Despite Donny’s body curled behind me, heat constantly radiating off of his body, I still found myself sitting up in bed before turning to face the window. A small groan left Donny’s sleeping mouth when I did so, but he didn’t mind my absence for too long as he quickly became comfortable rolling onto his stomach to take up my mostly empty side. This left me sitting up in front of the window, my thoughts never ceasing as the stars slowly did in front of me.

How could I get one night that I could actually enjoy and sleep peacefully, only to wake up super early? Donny would chastise me on it, telling me to just let him hold me and I’d go back to sleep instantly. But it’s not that easy.

Meanwhile, worries and fears surround me as I ponder about what comes next. Where’s the next place we will keep our camp at, and what country will we be in? Who will be the next people we find - good or bad? Those who seek refuge and peace, or those who seek to destroy those very things? Donny doesn’t worry about these things, he never does. He handles everything that comes his way; unfortunately, that leaves me to be the one that worries for the both of us. He always comforts me, though; always one to remind me worrying gets neither of us anywhere.

“Babydoll…” a deep voice pipes up beside me, groggy with sleep. “Why aren’t you lying down?” Donny asks, moving up in the bed to take me back into his arms. I instantly smile as I resume feeling the heat radiating off his body, basking in the contrast from the cold room as Donny waits for my answer patiently.

“I’ve just been thinkin’,” I tell him, leaning my head back against his chest as he pulls my legs back onto the bed. In response to my words, Donny merely chuckles, a sleepy, but still sarcastic remark leaving his lips afterward.

“A dangerous activity for you, babe,” Donny chides, laughing as I playfully smack his chest afterward. However, my smile shows through my facade, and I’m left to stare up at Donny in the silence of the night. His eyes meet mine in response, never flickering away from me as he continues. “I know what it means when you’re sittin’ up at four in the morning, and I definitely know that worried look on your face,” Donny points out, making me realize I probably shouldn’t have sat up in bed. Of course that would wake him up eventually.

Before I can apologize, Donny stops my stuttering with his lips by pressing them against mine, his arms moving to circle around me and pull on top of him as he lies in the middle of the bed. As he does so, my hands fly to his strong arms, my fingertips dancing over the soft skin there covering up strong muscles. The same muscles that I love to feel pick me up and hold me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, as well as other things too.

Pulling away to breathe, I pant on top of Donny as my legs straddle his hips, his own hands keeping them there before beginning to gently move me back and forth. The sudden friction between us causes me to gasp before my eyes fly to Donny’s face, only to be met with a soft, yet sly smile. “What?” He asks me, his tongue darting out to lick his top lip. “I’m just tryin’ to help you sleep, babe. That’s all.”

Despite Donny’s “reassuring” comment, I still find myself smiling as I remain trying to catch my breath. Not to mention Donny’s actions haven’t ceased in the slightest; to make it even worse, neither of us wear much clothes to sleep in. It’s moments like these that I crave, just for a hint of solidarity, but at the same time, I can’t help but be scared as I never know when that very moment could be ripped away from me.

“Hey,” Donny’s voice brings me out of my stupor, causing my eyes to dart back to his once more. This time, however, the once seduction-filled eyes are now consumed with concern. Sitting up with me still in his hold, Donny continues to look at me this way before moving a hand up to push my hair away from my face. “Darlin’, I may not know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but I see that fear in your eyes, and I don’t like it.”

At his comment, I find myself tearing up, only for Donny to pull me to his chest at the sight of it. Against his warm skin, I let out the tears I’ve been holding in for a while. His hands gently rubbing my lower back comforts me as I do so, and only when I pull away does Donny speak up. “Tell me,” he murmurs, “tell me what you’re thinking.”

For a few seconds, I contemplate how to properly tell him just what I’m feeling. Thankfully, with Donny and I being together for so long, we know how to read each other; even when we don’t know how to read ourselves. “I’m just worried, honey,” I explain to him, “You know I’m always thinking about the future and how it might play out, good or bad.”

At that, the corner of his lip turns up as he brushes my hair back, still trying to comfort me. “We can’t do anything about that, honey, but what we can do is right now,” he reminds me, “And let me assure you, nothing will come between us; I promise you that.”

Smiling once more, I nod at his words before leaning forward and kissing him, slowly resuming what we had going on before. “I believe you,” I finally respond to him, breaking away from his kiss. “I trust you.”

With that, Donny puts on a smile I haven’t seen in a while, not since we exchanged rings. As he kisses me with more vigor, I realize there are more ways to say “I love you” than just uttering those three words. Despite those very words being shared often between Donny and me, I haven’t gotten this much of a response in a very long time. Trust is vital between two people, of course, but trust in the future might be the most powerful.

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Kinks | Hugo Stiglitz, Aldo Raine, Donny Donowitz and Wilhelm Wicki x gn!reader (🍋)

Hugo Stiglitz

ohhhh maaaan definitely has a Thing for being called Sir, it fucking drives him wild and gets him going, especially when it's accompanied by a little bit of dirty talk or a needy and breathless beg

Aldo Raine

100% likes to be called Daddy and/or Lieutenant, he will fucking MELT when those two words are said in a sexual situation, but also loves to have his hair pulled and likes to have his hand wrapped around your throat.

Donny Donowitz

Daddy kink. without a doubt. also has a size kink, and fucking loves to show off how big he is when he's in the bedroom, he fucking loves get handsy and manhandle you if you're into that and 100% fucking loves being dominant.

Wilhelm Wicki

voice. he loves using his voice in the bedroom, trying to see how much he can rile you up and get you going with just his words alone, watching you squirm and beg for his touch as he just sits there and tells you all the things he'd like to do.

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[rurivu]

Last spring day[part 2]

Donny Donowitz &Fem!Reader

!!!NSFW!!!

Donny Donowitz is back after 10 years.He occasionally wrote, but you have long accepted his death, so his appearance greatly affects you and you avoid him

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You left the family feast earlier than usual and went to your room.Without even bothering to turn on the light, you walked through the dark room and stopped at a large open window.The spring nights were warm and extremely bright, and your dark blue dress in the moonlight resembled the color of the sea.You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, but before you could exhale, a voice was heard from behind:

- Aren't you bored by yourself?Donowitz was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.His appearance made you smile a little.You turned your head in his direction and saw that infernal grin.

- It's been worse.- you said and returned to the usual position.Heavy footsteps headed in your direction.The body, several times larger than yours, leans in from behind and gently hugs so that the sinewy ones cover your chest and puts their head on your shoulder, in turn, you understandingly stroke it with your palms on uncovered hands, selflessly tracing the dents and scars with his fingertips.Donny has become much bigger in all this time, you thought when you noticed how insignificant your hands were compared to his claws, it was literally hard to hold him on yourself.It's not the same Donowitz anymore, you don't remember him like that.Now he is bold, ruthless and hot, not the same boy under the oak tree at all.

- How do you like me?- as if reading your thoughts, Donny said softly.

"You've changed a lot, my dear.- you answered dryly, incessantly looking into the distance of the night.

- Huh, do you know what they called me?The sergeant asked more fervently.

- How?- playing up to his mood, you became interested, turning your head to him.

- The bear Jew.he stretched out the last word with a kind of threat, and then he laughed hollowly.You smiled too, the similarity of Donowitz with a bear seemed very accurate, he is big, intimidating and....warm, although the Nazis hardly think so.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" Donny spoke up.The light conversation ended as unexpectedly as it had begun.This phrase was the first blow.Turning your whole body with force, you looked into the man's dark eyes, sparkling in the starlight, he was extremely serious.A lump rose in your throat, all you could do now was look closely.

- Do I disgust you?!- another blow.Swallowing, without betraying a tone of excitement, you answered:

"That's not how I would put it.The languid voice that minted every word contrasted sharply with the impetuous syllable of the Jew.You're not lying, but his arguments are not meaningless either.Donowitz has clearly noticed how you've been avoiding him these past few days.- We've drifted apart and I don't recognize you.

- Of course, 10 years have passed, and I really have changed a lot.

- Don't think about it, me too.I'm completely different.

- I don't think so.the man smiled

You stood silently in a dark room, not daring to move.Your head is down.

"It's very hard for me to believe, Donny.To believe that you, exactly you are here in front of me...

"You don't believe it's me?"- quickly realizing what you're driving at, Donny despairingly interrupts you.In response, he receives a bashful nod of his head.

- You want to...check it out?- you were about to speak, when suddenly he continued.- I don't know about you, but I want more than I ever wanted.

Lifting your head, you swallowed when you saw a pair of dark eyes burning through you.

To prove his words, Donny promptly and at the same time kissed you very deeply on the open part of the neck.The touch lasted literally a moment, but it made you start up like a little bird.He pulled back and looked at you with those very young and eager eyes of a boy under an oak tree.Your breath caught in your throat.

- I want you too, Donny Donowitz. -it comes out of you by itself and, as if enchanted, you also quickly kiss his soft lips at the same moment breaking away, but not for long.A mute agreement in your eyes, you lean your lip against your lip again, it lasts longer.Once again, quickly moving away, in order to fully verify the reciprocity of what is happening, your views meet.Unable to stand another moment, you cling to each other, fiercely in love and hungry for intimacy.The man's big hands wrap around and lift you off the ground while you hug his neck, tangling thin fingers in black hair.Donowitz's warm tongue invaded so deeply and passionately, as if it was his last kiss in his life.You felt when, at the peak of penetration, he squeezed your hips a little harder, from which you pressed into each other.

When you both calmed down a little, it was time to move on to that very part.Donny was hot, but you wanted him to burn with desire.Breaking away from the sweet lips of the Jew, you whispered.

- Will you look at me without a dress?...- panting, you suggested.

- This is my cherished dream, Princess.- reluctantly releasing you from the clutches, he answered, giving you a slight smile.The darkness partially hid your red face and awkward smile.God, where did this boy learn such words???

You stood with your backs to each other, you skillfully untied all the threads on your clothes, from which the dress magically fell off you, exposing your body.There was a clink of belt buckles and other obviously removed clothes from behind.Your heart started beating faster.After a bit of hesitation, you are still left without underwear.Carefully turning around, you saw Donny naked, with sparkling eyes like a child staring at you, and his mouth slightly open.Such a lustful jerk now!Without losing the remnants of self-control, you slowly, without taking your eyes off, you approach him.Standing close to the male body , there was a bitter smell of sweat and shortness of breath forcing his chest .

- You're beautiful...- from the verdict of the sergeant, you breathed out in a muffled and embarrassed way, smiling slightly.His right hand was already reaching out to you, longing for a touch, but you gently put your palm to it, intertwining your and the man's fingers.

You looked significantly at Donowitz, he regarded it as a request to delay and was right, so he grinned covetously.Without interrupting eye contact, Donny, as if not straining at all (and you were far from slender), lifted you off the ground in the same way as before, from which you at first even screamed, but at the same moment it turned into a quiet laugh.

When you reached the bed, you both fell silent.The man put you down incredibly carefully and, like an obedient puppy, knelt down, resting his head on one of your laps.There was sincere adoration in his eyes, he just smiled and enjoyed watching you from this angle.You couldn't help but do the same at this moment, so you automatically ran your fingers into Donowitz's dark curls, from which he blissfully closed his eyes.I wish this moment would last forever....

The guy's lips touch your thigh, spreading a warm and unexpected wave all over your body.You're holding your breath.He does it again, but more wetly, moving up.Then the sergeant gives kisses to your stomach, getting to the chest.Every touch felt like a projectile, you don't know where and when it will fall, but the shock wave from it burns everything in the neighborhood and leaves it burning after.And now the man is already lying over you, face to face.Greasy hands dangerously conduct a winding path from the calf of the legs to the torso, which makes you shiver.Sighing, you eagerly move your pelvis, when suddenly an absolutely unexpected moan breaks from your lips.Donny's fingertips lightly pressed on your nipples, starting to massage your breasts.He continued to crumple them, clearly pleased with your large size acquired in his absence.

- Wow...The sergeant whistled, rolling his head back.

- Yes, I've gained a lot of weight...You said sarcastically.

"Oh, yes, baby, you're perfect...So good...-not so much jokingly Donowitz with undisguised, slightly perverted pleasure continuing to paw your chest.He just adored your body.

Instinctively leaning your groin between his legs, you feel a huge pulsating organ with your wet crotch.

- Wow!- here you could not restrain yourself, really amazed by the caliber of the man.- I see you've also gained in size!...- you continued in your slightly trembling voice.

Donny showed his animal grin, clearly flattered.

- Yes?...- defiantly, he removed his hands from your chest and, slightly squeezing, circled the contour of your waist.- Maybe you like him more inside?

With these words, the sergeant pulled your hips to his bottom.Now the hot flesh of his penis felt even more clearly, something inside you rumbled, anticipating. Donovitz skillfully arranged you more comfortably so that he could enter more easily and now you already feel how the warm head stretches your folds, intentionally not going deeper.You both gasped from the somewhat pleasant was this little penetration.

Donny deftly took you by the waist with one hand, the other rested on the bed, not taking his eyes off you.His heavy, muffled breathing gave his massive appearance an even greater resemblance to a beast.Incredibly exciting.

Donny Donowitz literally snatches you out of your thoughts by quickly going inside.Gasping, trying to scream, you arch your back, but the guy's hand quickly picks you up, giving you time to realize and get used to it.Hot...big...wide...and he's only half in you.You clung to the bed with your toes, and with your hands you blindly stroked Donovitz's overgrown torso and face, also simultaneously bending under a powerful body, while his lips gently kissed your freckled face trying to calm his princess.Finally, having overcome the pain threshold, you nodded to him to move on.

The man is completely "here" and "your shrine" accepts him, obediently adjusting to the specific size of the man.The sergeant bends down to look at you, his relieved smile is like a balm to the soul.

- How I love you, my dear...Donowitz whispered enthusiastically, although nothing really happened.Well, forgive him, he's too happy with you every damn second and he needs to make sure that his baby is as good as he is.

- Ooh, Donny, honey...I can't wait any longer!...- you also murmured blissfully, passionately embracing your lover...

Movement has begun inside you . Donowitz slowly entered and exited in all his long length, forcing you to make soft moans.He accelerated from time to time because he liked the way you sounded and he wanted to hear you louder, these were moments of ecstasy of finding him in you.

- Well, how do you like me, doll?Donny said affectionately and playfully.The bear was waiting for praise and he will get it.

- Great, you...- unable to speak, you squeezed out of yourself. - ...just incredible...- these unrelated fragments of speech were really a real gift for the sergeant.

- Get ready, honey, it's going to be even better now...-growling in your ear, Donowitz sucked you into the neck, slightly biting, he leaves a wet trail on the graceful curve, casually smacking you there.

The man began to play big and rapidly began to accelerate the pace with each thrust.Your walls squeezed his flesh, and the juices of both mixed into a homogeneous mixture.To say how sweet and seemingly deafening sounds came from you is to say nothing.For Donny, it sounded better than any symphony, it was a true work of love and lust, from which he blissfully clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, once again invading your vagina.

The heady pressure and contraction of the uterus, the wet sounds of a dark room, only moonlight as a consecration.The whole world seems to have disappeared, there are only two of you left.Donowitz's turn came, the climax was very close.You thought that his reproductive organ simply could not be bigger, but it throbbed and throbbed, increasing, pushing you to madness.His moans came from inside and were like an animal growl.The claws dug into your tender skin, from which you screamed and for a second the man's tense body arched forward, ending in you...

Like a seething wave, fiery and thick sperm enveloped your walls.It was as if you were paralyzed and only your insides continued to convulse.By inertia, Donny also made a couple of slow but deep thrusts, marking his end.Having adequately held out and left you alone, the sergeant will lie down next to you in parts, wrapping your body in an embrace better than any blanket.Your heart was still pounding like crazy, but inside you there was only calmness and joy, really.... something was missing....

Finding the strength, Sergeant Donny Donowitz gently and gently, as if by chance, puts a heavy hand on your wet clitoris.When he started circling on it, your head started spinning with excitement again.After doing this movement for a while, the man achieved his goal and you finished, covering your hard palm with the juice that came out.Now everyone is cool and calm.Lazily, he removed his palm, and you forcefully turned over and climbed on top of Donowitz, gently stroking your hair, hollows and all possible scars with your fingertips, of which there were a lot.He just smiled gently.

- Do you remember the last time we were under the oak tree?you asked timidly.

- Do I remember the first time you fucked me on horseback!? Of course, this is my favorite memory!...- the sergeant answered hoarsely and at the same time sarcastically.You just blurted out "vulgar" in embarrassment, trying in vain to hide a smile.

"What was it then, Donny?"After all, you left, and I was just wondering this question...- you were already whispering more uncertainly, such moments of frankness were rare for you.Without knowing why, you were worried about what Donowitz was thinking.But after a while he suddenly gave out:

- Then I was just in love with you, but now...- the guy squeezed out of himself, even managing to laugh in a familiar manner. -... I just adore you.- he was absolutely serious and told the truth.You're blushing.You were on the verge of crying because you also loved him to tears-Donny Donowitz.Whether he was a boy under an oak tree or a Jew bear killing Nazis, you loved him with all your soul and finally admitted it to yourself.

The last day of spring, the cold air from the window cools your tired boiling bodies tied up in an embrace.You whisper, "Stay with me forever.", he whispers back, "I want to stay with you much longer than forever, my princess."His black curls climb into your face, the stubble slightly pricks your chin when you kiss him deeply, feeling his smile.Your eyelids gradually close and you fall asleep.....

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[saltysideblog]

Salty imagines...

Sick Basterds

Inglourious Basterds x Reader

Request: Yes! By anon 🤍

What would the Basterds be like with a cold?

During the war, there's no time for whining. Expect lots of spent tissues being hastily stuffed into coat pockets in between rounds of fire and more than one Basterd nearly choking to death trying to keep a cough quiet...

Aldo:

Even before the war, Aldo was a resilient little bugger. Has hundreds of absolutely vile tasting home remedies he swears by and will refuse your help.

"S'jus' a cold, sunshine, ah can take care of it..."

His voice is rougher than usual and his nose is lookin' a little red, but he promises to rest if you insist. When he lays his head in your lap and feels your fingers threading through his hair as you coo about how strong he is, he feels like a million bucks. His very favourite home remedy. No fish oil required.

Donowitz:

When Donny gets sick, he reverts back to his ten year old self; a spoiled mama's boy. Will insist on wearing his pajamas all day, pouting,

"I'm sick..." is his only reply when you ask him to put on some real clothes. Will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist when you cook,

"Come back to beeeed..."

"Don, I'm busy."

"I want ice cream."

"I'm making pasta."

"But I'm sick..."

Kiss his forehead and serve him some matzo ball soup just like his ma did. It'll buy you a few moments of peace... until...

"Babe?? Come cuddle with me..."

And if you don't answer immediately,

"I'm sick..."

Wicki:

The only way you know Wicki's been sick is when you get sick after kissing him. When you confront him about it, he just shrugs,

"I didn't want you to worry."

Loves when his partner dotes on him. He thinks it's very sweet that you care, even if he can handle it. Will probably end up taking care of you instead, bringing you hot cups of tea and honey and running you a bath (to be shared, of course.) The bathroom windows are all fogged up as you both sink into the warm water,

"Feels like a lot of steam."

He'll kiss your shoulders and chuckle,

"Yes, but I can breathe again."

Stiglitz:

No one has ever seen Hugo get sick. But as his partner you know the truth; he just secludes himself in the guest room until the illness passes, like a wounded animal crawling into a hole. Will not let you near him,

"You will get sick."

And that's final.

He becomes a spectral figure, a vampire stealing food from your kitchen and retreating back to the shadows. Only emerges once he's his usual chipper self. He appreciates all the little notes you slip under the door more than you know; keeps them all in a shoebox in the closet.

Utivich:

Tries to soldier on, will wrap himself up in a big blanket, walking around like one of the caped heroes he writes about. You'll find him half asleep at his typewriter, barely holding onto his cup of now cold coffee. He will never ask you to take care of him, but he makes it difficult not to. You get him over to the couch and tuck him in, he lets you know just how much he appreciates what you do for him, sleepily mumbling,

"I love you so much..."

Before dozing off.

In a few hours, you'll have to do it all again, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Omar:

Very difficult to wake up in the morning... or the afternoon... or any time he dozes off. Omar's a sleeper and whether or not you dote on him makes no difference to him... because he'll be asleep. It does put a smile on his face when he wakes up in the middle of the afternoon and there's a box of his favourite snacks with a glass of water on the coffee table for him.

Feel better!

He runs his fingers over your handwritten note.

He likes knowing you think of him, even if he's not the most interesting conversationalist at the moment.

Hirschberg:

Does not cover his mouth when he sneezes so you will get sick at the same time he does. Gets a little upset about it, because who's gonna take care of you now?

"I can't, I'm sick too!"

"Sweetie, we're adults, we'll take care of each other."

Pouts and whines about it but it makes his heart flutter when you say things like that. Each other... he's not a romantic by any means, but the thought of there always being "each other" could make him swoon. Still won't cover his mouth.

"It's nasty! I don't want that all over my hands!"

Doesn't seem to understand that he can wash his hands but you can't wash the air.

Sakowitz:

Much like Wicki, Sakowitz doesn't want to bother his partner with a silly little cold. The only time he might ask for anything is when you're walking past him and he grasps both your hands, looking deep into your eyes with a sadness only known to orphaned pups... it makes you a bit worried,

"What is it, honey?"

He holds that serious look on his face as he very delicately and politely asks if you could make him a cup of hot chocolate,

"If it isn't too much trouble."

He's more than happy to dote on you when you're under the weather though,

★ Bonus ★

Hicox:

"Stiff upper lip, luv, won't let a little cold bring me down."

*immediately gets upset because he can't taste his tea with a stuffy nose*

#salty ​imagines... #inglourious basterds #inglourious basterds x reader #canon x reader

[cherryplasmids]

───inglourious basterds masterlist;

for each character, posts are from newest to oldest. all stories are from 2018-2020

♦ total posts: 7

♦ total word count: 5,221+

♦ key: ☄= new, ★ = favorite, ⊝ = smut

【 Donny Donowitz 】

the lives you've left behind requested—you and your baby reminisce over donny.

not today, but one day requested—donny is reckless and you’ve had enough.

happy days requested—donny worries about you during your first pregnancy.

late night worrying ★ requested—it’s midnight and the basterds have just come back from a mission, but donny still has the energy to kick some ass if someone touches you.

a different circumstance requested(2)—donny absolutely adores you and tries to make a good impression on the first date.

here requested—post-war au; just a simple morning with donny.

operation kino, the suicide mission requested—donny is ready to die for his country, but you’re not ready to let him go.

#inglorious basterds #sgt donny donowitz #donny donowitz x reader #cherryplas #cherryplas navigation

[early2000smovieimagines]

NSFW Headcanons~ Donny Donowitz

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Donny seems like the type of person who would sort of be at a loss when it comes to someone who’s inexperienced. I think he’d kinda have a thing for women who seemingly know what they want and when he’s not met with that same confidence in the bedroom he’d be taken aback and unsure of what he should do. 

- Though, of course, that doesn't mean that he’d refuse someone who’s a virgin or otherwise lacks experience; especially if he really likes them, he’d just be a bit out of his element and, to an extent, a bit shy. 

- Honestly, god help you if you intend on dressing up to go anywhere with him. He can control himself but he cannot control his face for the life of him. Others may not be able to tell what he’s thinking but you know exactly what that look means and he better wipe it off his face before he winds up half dressed in a bathroom stall. 

- Donny is a slut for being in charge so he’d do whatever he could to constantly be calling the shots, even when you’re going down on him. He’d be really into controlling your movements with a hand on the back of your head or fucking your face himself; which is where being experienced comes in handy. 

- He eats you out like he’s starving. Half the time he full on tugs your ass to the bottom of the bed, kneels down on the floor, and absolutely buries himself between your thighs. He’s also probably made you squirt with just his fingers and he’s still cocky about it. 

- He’s not usually big on foreplay but he has his moments. He usually ends up kissing your neck, running his hands along your body, and/or talking dirty, trying to get you say filthy little things to him as well. 

- He loves hearing you talking dirty. It’s the easiest way to get what you want out of him because he can’t help but get all smug and comply with all your wishes. Whenever you do, he’ll usually look down at you and give an “oh yeah” paired with a wolfish grin that makes it hard to concentrate. 

- He’s definitely a very dominant person. You couldn’t get this man to submit to you even if you tried; and he’d probably end up laughing in your face while you did. 

- If it’s his choice, he’s going to be rough; usually going hard and fast as well. You might wanna consider moving your bed a little ways away from the wall before you do some serious damage to the paint with your shaking bedframe. 

- Doggystyle; or most other similar positions. He just likes taking you from behind, both because he’s an as man and because it lets him be as rough as he wants.

- When the two of you take things a bit slower, he’ll have you ride him while he holds your cheek and kisses you. It’s the softest he’ll be with you and it’s quite the treat.

- Lots of talking; along with a handful of grunts, groans, and pants. Donny practically never shuts up; especially when he’s really worked up or when you moan particularly loud. You could probably consider “yeah, you like that” to be a catchphrase of his at this point. 

- Lowkey has a daddy kink but sir would work just as good.

- Degradation/humiliation. He doesn't necessarily get off on calling you a slut but he does have a habit of using that sort of language when he’s in that mindset. That being said, he’s naturally a bit of a jackass and likes seeing you get all shy so he sprinkles in a bit of humiliation here and there; though it depends on how much you like it of course. 

- Legitimately enjoys loud, pornographic moans. He lives for making you lose control like that. 

- The two of you don’t do it a lot, mainly because he can’t control himself like that, but he does occasionally like watching you get yourself off; at least for a little while. 

- Is kneeling a kink? Well it’s his kink. He likes having you on your knees in front of him, watching as he circles you and tries to decide what he’d like to do to you. It’s a nice contrast to the usual reasons people wind up kneeling for him.  

-  Military kink? Military kink. He’d enjoy pretending to be your commanding officer, barking out orders and “disciplining” you. 

- A little bit of hairpulling. He likes hearing that sharp gasp and the whimpers that leave your lips. 

- Ass grabbing. The curvier you are, the better. 

- Size kink. He’d just really like how much bigger he is than you and playing into that difference whenever you’re in the bedroom. 

- Quickies/blowjobs in semi public areas. Cars, bathrooms, alleyways, etc. He likes feeling the thrill of almost being caught.

- After a mission with the Basterds, he’ll find himself stuck with a load of adrenaline and a borderline revenge high so don’t be surprised if you find yourself pinned up against your front door. 

- If you took one look at Donny and didn’t automatically think to yourself that that man is packing inches then I don’t know what to tell you. 

- Donny has a high sex drive and a lot of stamina so expect to be absolutely spent after the two of you finish. 

- He prefers finishing on you; usually your back or ass. He just has a thing for seeing you covered in …him. 

- He’s surprisingly good at aftercare. The minute the two of you finish, he’ll be pressing kisses to your face, rubbing your back, and/or helping you sit/lay down. He’ll ask if you’re alright while he cleans you up and then probably make a joke as the two of you lay cuddled up to each other. 

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