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This was a stupid idea, Edward knew that. The helmet was heavy and the wool itchy, not to mention this whole get-up was a pain to find in one piece, not ripped to shreds. Dehumanizing? He didn’t quite know but he could definitely feel his comrades shaming him. “All this for ein girl…” he thought as he readjusted the starched collar once more.
The uniform in question was a German infantry uniform, pickelhaube and all. It took Edward a few months to acquire everything, more specifically in his size, since most uniforms he ran across were ripped and torn from the undead. And although it looked nice, he decided so as he sized himself up in the cracked mirror, he was wearing a piece of history according to you, and he was afraid you would have his head if he damaged any of it.
He tried not to think about the men who wore each piece to defend the fatherland, not in any empathetic way, more out of awkwardness, he wouldn’t be quick to explain the thought that went into this, and put him where he stood now.
He clicked his tongue as he adjusted his grip on his Gewehr. He wasn’t even sure if the damn thing worked - he found it stomped in the mud back in France, and for this occasion only cleaned up what could be seen, but it didn’t matter, it didn’t need to work- not yet, anyways, it just needed to look pretty. So there he stood, in the middle of his makeshift lab, facing the doors, holding his breath as he waited. Waited for you.
The letter was quite clear, meet him here at exactly 8:30. Not a minute too soon nor too late, and although it was only 8:27, he was more than nervous you wouldn’t show. Or maybe he was nervous that you would show. He still hadn’t decided that.
“Calm yourself, Edward!” He hissed at himself, his heart rate seemed to want to challenge his demands. “It will work!”
He adjusted his helmet for the hundredth time, damn thing was starting to give him a headache, then glanced at the wall clock once more. 8:29. His nerves were on fire. What was up with him? He’s never been nervous before, not until he met you, anyways.
8:30.
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You waited outside Richtofen’s lab and watched the hand tick by on your watch. 8:30 the letter read, it was very clear about that exact time. Edward was always the punctual man. Some situations wouldn’t allow him to be, but if he had it his way, everything would always be right on time. Typical German.
As the clock struck the half hour, you took a deep breath and smoothed out your clothes, hoping to be presentable. This must have been serious, so you had to look your best. You knocked three times as a courtesy and carefully opened the door, barely slipping inside. You hated these heavy doors.
“Doc?” You asked, making sure the doors didn’t close on you “What’s goin o- oh .” You faltered as your eyes trained on him. Edward stood tall in his uniform. Knuckles white gripping the rifle like he practiced a dozen times before.
It’s as if you both forgot how to breathe, Edward out of anxiety and you out of amazement, although neither of you let the other one on about the emotions you felt.
You timidly walked towards Richtofen, scared that if you made a wrong move the situation would disappear forever. The room was dead silent as you walked around him, examining every inch of him, finding yourself once again standing in front of him. You outstretched a hand towards him before quickly reeling away. Slowly once more you reached out, finally making contact with the fabric. You carefully handled one of the gold buttons on his chest, before pressing your entire hand on the fabric, finally looking up and making eye contact with the German.
“Richtofen…” you breathed, in disbelief. He said nothing as he waited for you to continue, your hand was right over his heart, and he prayed you couldn’t feel it race a mile a minute. “Richtofen,” you tried again “you look… you look so incredible” you couldn’t give him more than a whisper, but that’s all he needed.
“Danke, fraulein.” He said lowly, his voice an octave lower than you were used to.
“I- where did you get all this?” Your hands found the rifle in a silent plea to hold it, which he accepted. You flipped it over in your hands, examining it, finding all of the gashes and splinters in the wood. “This is an authentic Mauser Gewehr 98. Is all of this authentic?” You croaked the last sentence as your throat spasmed in excitement.
“Jawohl.” It took everything in him not to smile at the obvious excitement bubbling up in you.
The rifle ended up back in his hands while you messed with the leather straps of his left ammo holder, eyes were wide and jaw slacked as your breath quickened. Your eyes met his own again.
“Richtofen, why…?” Was all you were able to get out. You looked at him, expecting him to answer. He had no better thing to say but the truth.
“I knew you would like it.” Edward explained. If he thought your eyes were wide then, he didn’t know what to describe them after he said that, but you did take a sharp inhale in.
“You did and got all this… for me?” You choked out.
“Jawohl.” He answered simply. He reached out and grabbed your shoulder, leading you to a chair he had brought into the somewhat middle of the room earlier when getting ready. You could ogle the uniform some more later, he had the rest of his plan still in order. When you sat, he took two steps away and took a deep breath, and began.
“(y/n), I have something I’ve been needing to say for a while, und it’s very important. When we first met I will admit I felt adverse about being around you like you guessed, I didn’t understand it at the time, but I felt very strange und strong emotions around you, emotions I’ve never quite felt before und honestly had no words for,”
His hands danced around as he explained, and he seemed quite interested in them as they were what he stared at while he spoke.
“...now I know what I was feeling then is called ‘butterflies’ und being away from you didn’t solve them… in fact what made them feel better was being around you, being close to you. But it was ein catch-22, what made them feel better also made them stronger. I want to be around you all the time now, und it has greatly impacted mein work und focus. I even had ein few intrusive thoughts of inappropriate behavior such as the want - nein - need to hold your hand. I now know the feeling is what one would call “love” and, ja, I just needed you to know that…”
He finished up his speech and just stared at you, a look of pure concentration on his face. Your expression changed no less than 10 times during the monologue he rehearsed. Your mouth opened and closed several times as you figured out what to say, the thought of a fish flashed in Edward’s mind, a cute fish he would add.
“Richtofen-“ You tried before he held up his hand.
“Edward.” He gave. Your eyes widened as that formality was broken. You felt silly that you addressed him by his last name after he just professed his love for you. Oh my god he professed his love for you. You gave a small nod.
“Edward,” You tasted the name on your tongue. He found he liked the sound of it coming from your mouth very much. “You- you did all this to tell me you… love me?” You asked in disbelief.
“Jawohl.” He answered matter-of-factly. “I needed to make sure the odds were in mein favour of you accepting it.” On the outside his demeanor was cool and collected, but the anxiety he didn’t know he had was through the roof. He wanted to run, hide, escape his skin and never show his face again.
You stood up which caused him to suck in a breath.
He got the bad ending, he decided. In only a few seconds you will walk out that door, crushing his freshly found heart. But out of all the choices he mapped out in his head, he wasn’t expecting this one. You reached out, fixing his collar and smoothing out the fabric.
“Edward you didn’t have to do all this in hopes I’d like you more in uniform. Really, doc, I’d thought you’d be the last person to try and buy my love.” You sigh, looking him in the eye, your expression unreadable to him.
He ducked his head in a look of sheepishness. Words were lost on him, so he favoured shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You decided to put him out of his misery - as interesting as it was seeing Richtofen experience emotions you doubt he’s ever experienced in his life, you couldn’t have him thinking you were rejecting him.
“Lucky enough for you, I’ve felt the same way for quite some time. I suppose the get up is just icing on the cake. You know, women go nuts for a man in uniform, most not for a 100 year old uniform, though.” You cracked a smile for him and he matched, understanding you were being playful.
“But I knew you would.” In excitement, his voice briefly returned to the pitch you were used to, it only made you grin more. “Although if you want to get technical, in my time, this uniform is a modern uniform - state of the art, women love this uniform.” He told you matter-of-factly.
He was happy, you could tell - an emotion he wore so well, yet so infrequently. All in all, his plan worked. That’s all that mattered.
Your eyes got dark, a look that wasn’t lost on Edward.
“How’s the front lines, soldier?” You asked. His eyes widened by the sudden role play you thrusted him into, although he brought it on himself. But if there was one thing he was good at, it was wit, and thinking on his toes. His sharp tongue could use that knowledge to be exactly the soldier he knew you wanted him to be - and he would do just that.
“It’s hell.” He answered. “The trenches are no place for ein Man. Es ist cold, und barren. I haven’t seen vegetation in over ein year. I’ve only seen the war torn land und haunted faces.” His look of excitement turned grim and he spoke of his time in 1917 France, using his true experiences to guide him. His eyes met yours and although you showed a look of raw sympathy, he definitely saw the spark of joy deep inside.
“You poor thing.” You began, reaching out and grasping his arm. “That sounds just awful, I can’t imagine what war can do to a man.” You led him to the chair you once sat in. His eyes watched you intensely, following each and every move, wanting to play his part just right. “You deserve rest… but before that, would you like a drink? A hero like you deserves some real liquor for a change, I don’t want to even think about what you have at the front lines.”
You stepped away to a cabinet just out of reach, remembering he stored a bottle of wine in there only a few days prior. You stopped to wonder if he did so for tonight - obviously he’s been planning this for a good while, it wouldn’t be out of the question. You pop the cork, taking a swig before two wine glasses caught your eye in the cabinet you just raided. Unshattered glass was unheard of here - you’ve gotten so used to drinking straight out of liquor bottles, the mere sight of the glassware made your chest warm. Oh, what a precious commodity - an unbroken cup. You began getting everything ready to be served.
“Dankeschön, aber… how would your Uncle Sam feel if he knew you were giving ein drink for the enemy? Much less the fact you called said German ein ‘ hero ’?”
He saw you freeze, back arching slightly.
Bingo, he got the fantasy just right, falling for the enemy? He can’t say he was surprised.
You shook it off and finished pouring your drinks. Sauntering over to him, you wordlessly gave him his drink, which he took graciously. The both of you took a sip.
“This war is a childish game of pick up sticks. Although you’re the enemy of my country, you're not my enemy. You're not a bad guy for being German as much as I’m not a good guy for being American.” His breath hitched as you sat on his lap, reaching over to set your glass of wine on his desk before lifting the helmet off his head, sitting it next to the glass. Your nails lightly scratched at the nape of his neck, trailing goosebumps in their path. “Besides,” You whispered, looking from side to side before leaning in. “Nobody needs to know.” You crash your lips into his.
Edward wouldn’t ever verbally admit it to you, but he was entirely touch starved. He craved intimacy but didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, pushing himself deeper and deeper into his work to fill voids he didn’t want to acknowledge he had. Every touch of your burned his skin life fire, bringing his warmth to his face.
In the kiss he was needy and clumsy, his teeth scraped against yours, and he seemed indecisive on which way he’d turn his head. But, god, did it all feel right. His lips felt perfect against your own. Out of instinct he grabbed onto yours arms, he didn’t want this to end, he wanted you to stay right there and kiss him forever.
You threw him a curveball, though. As you went in for another kiss, you parted your lips and took his bottom one between your teeth, biting it rather roughly. Edward sharply inhaled from the shock of it. As he did so, you found it to be the ample opportunity to snake your tongue past the lips you just assaulted - exploring his mouth, tasting his teeth and inviting his own tongue to do the same. He felt as if he was malfunctioning. Although in theory he felt bashful he wasn’t taking the lead, he didn’t want you to stop, it turned him on, painfully so, and he hoped you couldn’t tell. Subconsciously he opened his mouth ever so slightly wider as your lips crashed against his again, his tongue rubbing against your own, pushing it out only to shove his tongue into your mouth.
To have a better angle and be in a much more comfortable position, you straddled him, only for your movement to freeze when you felt his excitement against your inner thigh. He closed his eyes tightly trying to not to groan in anger towards himself. He knew you definitely could feel his joy now. You parted from his lips and looked down, before quickly looking back up into his eyes. Your eyes were lidded, breathing heavy from the make out session as well as your new found knowledge. His cheeks and tips of his ears were red.
You hopped up and so did he, afraid that he offended you in some way. As he went to speak, to apologize profusely, you smiled deviously and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the chair and towards his desk that was only a step away.
You forced Richtofen’s hips against the desk with your own, the ammo belts quickly reminding you of what he was wearing. With your nimble fingers, it took only a few seconds to loosen them and carefully take it off, before once again pushing him against the desk, causing him to sit on the edge. A few pens and tools rolled off from the movement, but neither of you cared.
His eyes were like a deer in the headlights as you pushed his legs open, giving you ample room to stand closer, his thighs squeezing your own. You jutted your hips forward to press against his erection and he let out a strangled moan at the wanted pressure.
Oh, how he loved confident and dominant women.
He stared with lidded eyes as you assaulted his neck with kisses. Your lips were everywhere. So much so he didn’t realize you were working on the buttons on both his wool coat and regular button up until he felt your lips on his bare chest.
“Schieße…” He groaned as your tongue circled his left nipple. His hands carded through your hair as he arched his back, the pleasure obvious on his face. You were a giver sexually, so seeing him euphoric made you down right euphoric as well. Not to mention his erotic expressions he didn’t even try to hide made you feel all types of ways. You peppered kisses along his chest and down his stomach, kneeling to kiss the start of his happy trail. “(y/n) wait-” Edward said, entirely begrudgingly.
Your eyes went wide as they darted up to his, eyebrows knitted together in worry “Am I going too fast? We can stop if you want.” You said, standing up to put space between the two of you.
“Nein! Nein, no, I don’t want to stop, aber, I want to make sure this is something you really want to do.” He told you. You couldn’t help but smirk at him, which made his face turn red again.
He almost felt silly asking by how enthusiastic you were, but he wanted to make sure.
“I want you to give me all of you tonight.” Your eyes lidded once more as you said that, confirming what you said was true. That was more than enough confirmation for him.
“I belong to the fatherland.” Edward said, back in character, which made you grin even wider.
“Not tonight you don’t, soldier.”
You kissed him again - he tasted fantastic. You could definitely get used to kissing him, you could get used to all of this. Your hands scratched at the hair on his chest, following it down to where it met his pants. Your fingers deftly slid under the waistband, going under his briefs as well. The prize was so close yet so far away. He went to shrug the coat off when you stopped him.
“Don’t.” You pleaded, biting your lip before continuing. “Leave the uniform on.” For the first time, your face ran hot from the request.
“This seems incredibly disrespectful.” He chuckled, it didn’t bother him one bit, he was never one for respect, but he knew how you felt about respecting history. The conflict raged in your mind, he could almost see the war you were raging in your mind. He was right about your respect for the uniform, but something challenged your once unwavering moral. The fact he looked so sexy in the uniform made this choice ever so difficult. Everything about this was so hot, so seductive. Maybe just this one time you could throw away your inhibitions. Just this one night , you decided.
“Absolutely, but I can’t seem to care.” You admitted.
“Take me, Kommandantin.” He said lowly, making your heart skip a beat.
Your hands returned to his belt, he, very carefully, kicked off his boots as you worked at the buckle, undoing it before shimmying the fabric down his thighs, what was left was his tented briefs. Your eyes went wide as you gauged the outline, he looked quite big. Biting at your lip, your hand firmly grabbed it over the fabric. Not only was he big, Edward was thick.
His head rolled to the side as he groaned from the contact. He was painfully hard, and you testing the waters teased the hell out of him. “Ach , bitte,” he pleaded before he could stop himself. Your eyes met his, you could see the pure need in his eyes. Quickly, you fished him out of his confinements.
“Fuck, Edward, you’re big.” You said breathlessly. That stroke to his ego sent waves of pleasure down his spine, honestly he looked good this way. His lopsided smile made you want to shower him in praise. “Danke” he chuckled, happy to be enough to please you.
The upper hand he thought he had disappeared as you gripped him again, only this time flesh on flesh, and gave him a few strokes. “verdammnt…” he groaned from the pleasure, the muscles in this thighs spasmed as he tried to keep still, precum leaked from the tip, this was almost torture. You adjusted yourself and knelt down again, grabbing handfuls of his thighs, face mere inches from his dick.
His eyes went wide as he realized what you were going to do. Should he stop you? Surely you were only going to do this for him. But his body didn’t want you to stop, in fact, the thought of what you might do caused more precum to leak. But, the look in your eyes is what really caused him to not say a word. You looked excited, aroused - you were also doing this for yourself, did you enjoy it? He wondered. The thoughts completely ceased as your hand wrapped around him once more, licking from base to tip before bringing the tip in your mouth.
“Ack, gott, ja, fick,” Edward dropped his head back as the moans came tumbling out. Indescribable pleasure shot through him as you worked the head. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the desk, he wanted to thrust forward so bad, but he knew he shouldn’t. As you worked more of him in your mouth, sucking and bobbing, his groans and mewls filled the room, he couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t even control the noises he made, they sounded so foreign to his ears. But the noisier he was, the faster and deeper you went. His right hand flew to your hair and gripped it like his life depended on it. He was already so close, everything you did drove him crazy.
“(y/n), fick, I’m- gott, I’m so close.” His eyes were shut tight and his mouth hung agape, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gasped and swallowed harshly. He was about to cum. Just a few more bobs and he’d be done for. His breathing increased dramatically, and his muscles spasmed. And in just a moment- the pleasure stopped. You quickly moved off of him and held his arms to the side, his hips thrusted and his moans diluted into groans and he tried to chase his faltering climax.
“Sorry, Eddie, not just yet, I’m not done with you.”
He let out a whine as he relaxed his tense muscles . How cruel.
“Sh, don’t you worry, you’ve been such a good boy, you’ll get a reward.” You wink at him. The praise went straight to his throbbing dick. Who knew that was something he was into? He nodded harshly and gasped for air, this was painful, but in the best way possible. You moved off of him and quickly shed your clothes, he watched intensely, he needed you, and by the wetness all down your thighs, he could tell you felt the same way. The sight made him even needier.
“Is there something you need, soldier?” You asked. You push at his hips, signalling him to sit fully on the desk. When he did, you straddled him, pressing your most intimate spot right against his.
“Ack, Kommandantin, I need you.” He begged, he felt like prey, but god he loved it.
“What do you mean? What do you need from me?” You ask with faux innocence. He tried to glare at you - you were challenging him to say it, but in that moment he was more than willing to give in.
“Fick mich… fuck me, please.” He whined, “I need to be inside you, fick, bitte”
That was all you needed.
You grabbed his dick and lined it up with your slit, rocking back and forth to run the head across your clit. The friction felt wonderful against the bundle of nerves, and by how he gripped your hips, you knew it felt fantastic to him too. He helped guide your hips back and forth, and he watched intensely as you used him for your own self pleasure. The small noises you made were music to his ears. Finally, you press him against your entrance, sinking down until he filled you completely. Your moan blended in with his own.
“Fuck, Edward, fuck, you’re… I- I need a minute to adjust.” You hiss, face showing a mixture of pleasure and pain. And for the first time in his life, the look of pain concerned him.
He dropped his hands to your thighs and rubbed circled with the pads of his thumbs . “Take all the time you need.” He whispered. You dropped your head and gave him a passionate kiss. No, this kiss wasn’t like the others, the others were pure lust. This, this was a kiss filled with love. You kissed him slowly and when you went to part, his mouth chased yours for more, and so you complied, making out with him while adjusting to his size. Soon enough, the pain subsided, and as you kissed him again, you rolled your hips, drawing a moan from Richtofen.
“Mein Gott you’re so tight.” He praised, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You started out at a slow pace, one you were happy with, but it drove Edward wild. His grip on you tightened, and you could feel his thighs spasm from wanting to just slam into you at a vigorous pace. He was a strong man, you knew, but he was even stronger for holding back.
“Ja…. just like that. Ride me… use me…” He praised under his breath, hands finding your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. He rolled your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting mewls from you.
You arched your back as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you, stars littered your view as your cheeks burned hot from the pleasure. He was still intensely focused on watching himself disappear in your pussy every time your hips came down, between seeing that and the ecstasy on your face - he was the luckiest man alive.
His arms wrapped around you, a gasp left your throat as he easily picked you up. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. He turned to face the desk, carefully placing you on it. His hands planted firmly on the desk on either side of your head. He rolled his hips harshly against yours, and you once again saw stars.
Edward thrusted at a brutal pace, using one hand to keep himself steady and the other to rub circles against your clit. The desk slammed against the wall but neither of you could find it in yourself to care. The only thing that brought you out of the ecstasy was when a particularly harsh thrust caused a few things to fall off the desk and the two wine glasses to tip, the glass shattering on impact. The deep red soaking into papers and staining your skin. The glass didn’t bother you, nor did the staining. What made your stomach sink in fear was the pickelhaube falling onto the floor. You looked at the man still inside you with wide eyes.
“Edward Richtofen, if that helmet is damaged in any way I swear to god...” You told him, voice and expression cold as ice. His lips found yours, kissing them tenderly, then the corner of your mouth, trailing to your neck.
“Will I get ein court martial, Kommandantin? Or will you punish me yourself?” He breathed against your skin. He rolled his hips into yours, testing the waters. God, how could you be mad at such an erotic man?
“Oh, just fuck me hard…” You begged, and you didn't have to ask twice.
He went back to his fast pace. The wine was cold and sticky against your skin, and besides the slamming of the desk, the moans, and the wet noises of his dick sliding in and out of you, the spilling of wine onto the floor also filled the air, but who cared.
He gasped and groaned, eyes lidded as he fucked you. The angle was perfect for hitting your g spot with every thrust, you could feel your orgasm getting closer and closer. He didn’t seem too far off either, his thrusts becoming sloppier as time went on.
“Fick, Kommandantin… Sie sind…” He moaned, trying to get any words out, “I’m so close” He choked out.
His pace on your clit sped up, and with the force he was railing into your g spot, it only took a handful more thrusts to push you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you full force. Your face ran hot, you could feel it in the tips of your ears, entirely engulfed in pleasure. His touch on your clit became almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop. Your walls pulsed around his cock, as you just basked in the euphoria, letting every sound tumble out of your mouth as everything just felt so damn good.
Richtofen let out a strangled moan as he thrusted hard and deep into you, stilling for a second before pulling out of you fully, his dick slapping against your lower stomach as he peaked, himself. Your hand wrapped around his shaft without him even asking, milking him through his orgasm as thick ropes of cum painted your stomach. His whimpers were high pitched, and he white knuckled the desk as you finished him off, his hits jutting unnaturally as the pleasure shot through him.
“Oh, fuck…” He sighed, head dropping as he heaved. He had a lopsided grin on his face as he looked at you, admiration in his eyes. “Oh, what a lovely war.” You couldn’t help but match his smile, laughing at his silliness.
“Richtofen you better check if the helmet is okay.” You order him, not forgetting about him dropping it.
He hastily stuffed himself back in his briefs before bending down to grab the pickelhaube. You didn’t miss how he snuck a glance at your pussy. He took his time, but soon stood back up, dusting off the helmet, inspecting it closely. “Don’t worry, schatz, it is fine.”
He placed it in a safe place out of sight then walked back up to you, a rag in hand. He cleaned his cum off of you as he gave you another gentle kiss, whispering praise against your lips.
“You look incredibly sexy in that, by the way.”
“Of course I do, I never doubted that.”
Edward helped you dress and you, in turn, helped him undress to get his normal clothes back on. His usual attire was much more comfortable, but he found himself hesitant to take the uniform off, he loved how it made you act. He didn’t have to worry about that though, you thought he looked damn good in his regular clothing.
“So,” He cleared his throat, “I take this was a hit?” He asked, a smirk on his face.
“Did I not make that obvious? If not, I can show you how much of a hit it was again, sometime…” You smirk back, trailing a hand down his chest before grabbing ahold of his belt. Butterflies erupted in his stomach. If he was physically capable of going again right now, you would be back on that wine stained desk cumming over and over again.
“Fick, all of mein papers are ruined…” He realized in his head, finding it odd he didn’t care about it all that much. Oh, you are already a terrible distraction.
“I’d be more than happy to take you up on that” He replied.
He pulled you into a firm embrace, kissing the top of your head tenderly.
“Meine” Edward whispered, happy to have you all to his own. He was always stingy like that.
“Deine” You agree. You were more than okay with his stinginess.
He made sure to keep that uniform, knowing he could satisfy every fantasy you’ve ever had with it. (Also he knew he was required to keep it, you’d have his head if he ever got rid of it.) You still have faint wine stains on your clothes from that night.