Jochen and Sigurd Peiper, anything about their relationship (slice of life, steamy sex scene, love letter from prison, …)
Eva Braun and Herta Schneider having a girl’s night/day out
Hitler interacting with a subordinate (I know, essentially that’s everyone but I was thinking, idk, the butler or the chauffeur or whoever)
Kino
voyeurism
Accident in the toilet
More of Mpreg
You ask and you shall receive.
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Reinhard was sitting on the edge of the bed, while his companion was sleeping peacefully on the other side, it was early in the morning, roughly 6 AM, he couldn’t fall asleep again since he felt nauseous as hell, not to mention that there were a million thoughts running in his head wondering what’s the cause of this, he laid down onto his side and wrapped his arms around his stomach.
Slightly writhing about, he doesn’t know if he’s lucky or unlucky that his partner is a heavy sleeper, but the pain wasn’t subsiding, rather it was getting worse and he just couldn’t keep it in anymore, thank God that the bathroom was next to their room, he sprinted towards the door and nearly slid on the tiled floor on his knees.
Few months have passed and his case has only relived a bit, still every time he wakes up, he feels like throwing up, but not to the extreme as it was in the beginning, there is something that alarms him, his stomach has been protruding, not like it was fat, since he was training daily, but when he touched the area, it was sensitive, yet firm, something is off, but he’s too anxious to visit a doctor, he’s scared about what’s happening and doesn’t know what’s better, knowing what it is or not knowing at all, something is sure though, this isn’t normal.
Heydrich needs to tell it to someone he trusts and knows that they won’t freak out, Himmler was out of the question since he starts worrying excessively, he might even be now, but oddly the person he’d trust in this case and is near him is Hitler, after all he’s the one out of then all who’s capable of keeping secrets, he even didn’t make Röhm’s sexuality into a big thing, compared to what Heydrich himself did, with the help of others of course.
But there’s a problem, how will he be able to talk to him privately, it’s not like he could just waltz in there and as much as he hopes that Hitler wouldn’t freak out, there is still a chance that he’d explode in rage, but unfortunately, he doesn’t have any other options, maybe he’d even direct him to one of his trusted medical personnel, because he has been called out on eating more than usual and that his stomach protrusion is beginning to be visible even under his uniform.
All of these thoughts only got him nauseous again, it’s gotten to the point where he can no longer keep it in him, so he quickly placed his palm over his mouth and ran towards the nearest bush, he’s so tired of all, why can’t it be over, he quietly sat on a nearby bench and placed his hand on his swollen abdomen and all he could say was, what the hell is going on, he feels uneasy, like his stomach is tingly yet slightly painful, but too firm to be regular fat, only God knows what is the actual thing that’s going on.
a blanket and a cuddle
Adolf pulled his tiny propaganda minister closer, more squeezed against his bare chest, more buried under the thick quilt keeping out the chilly air whistling in through the broken heating vent.
The fragile man lets out a tiny gasp as the heat and flesh is pressed into the side of his thin face and he goes red with embarrassment, but nonetheless, trys to absorb as mutch heat as possible, placing his long, spindly fingers against it and pressing his head into the warm spot between Adolf’s neck and setting in with a sigh.
Adolf smiled and gently nuzzled his lovers head before pulling back and pulling the blanket higher, exposing his feet and covering the cold man on top of him, the blue blanket going over his head, leaving no evidence he was there other than a bit of dark hair and an odd shape under the thick cover.
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