Goebbels having to make an apology

josrich-oats:

Goebbels was a stubborn person, and Himmler knew that an apology from him wouldn’t be easy to get, and after all, didn’t Himmler deserve one anyways after Goebbels acted so lovestruck and suggestive with the Führer yesterday, and the tense frustrated atmosphere it created for himself?

And of course he knew how he was going to do it, as he’d take Goebbels by the wrist and whisk him into his office, where he’d make sure the ferocious head slam against his desk would daze Goebbels long enough so he wouldn’t even think what was going to happen next as the door locked behind the two.

Yes, he was going to make every single one of Goebbels’ pitiful cries last as every fierce and animalistic thrust behind him would only get worse, and he’d hear Goebbels beg and plea in hoarse, feminine sobs for forgiveness as he’d have no mercy in his plan to make him fawn over him like a god, and he would only say Himmler’s name in such desperate and seductive tones, and he’d finally learn to forget all about that awful Führer, and only admire him in such a light.

sharing body warmth

luftschutzkeller:

Being so close, as close as possible, breathing at each other’s neck, face buried in another man’s hair, thighs between thighs, here no words are needed. In this cold only instinct matters, the girl at home, social conventions, future plans, it’s all irrelevant when warmth is the only thing on your mind. Touch serves a purpose now, a vital one that can’t be denied and even though he can’t feel his toes, even though his teeth are chattering uncontrollably, he is at peace in the arms of this man he hardly knows.

Shrek

matheilde:

The Führer, despite his unrelenting fierceness, striking presence and bright smiles to his people as the ruler of Germany, he remained above all a very private man; and he had very good reasons for it. 

For months he had been seeing this man, or rather ogre, whose name was Shrek – even though Hitler had made himself the vow of preserving his virtue for Germany’s sake… he couldn’t help but be tantalized by the raw, sexual energy that this ogre apparently exuded to him; eventually he gave in to this strange passion.

Each night, when there were no soul to be found and to fear of, Adolf and Shrek took each other into intense embraces, forgetting the world around them; the room would be filled with beast-like groans and passionate mantras – “Shrek is love, Shrek is life.” was one of them.