frau landa 🎀

interests!

inglourious basterds (2009)

hans landa

django unchained, carnage, etc

christoph waltz

selfshipping

more!

some of my selfships have some unhealthy elements, but it helps me cope with past traumas regarding relationships

i'll be interacting with hans landa, christoph waltz, inglorious basterds posts, and selfship posts!

i frequently yap and gush over hans landa or the inglourious basterds film in general, i rewatch it frequently

i really enjoy many of christoph waltz's roles! especially dr. king schultz (familial f/o) and alan cowan (other f/o)!

“Heinrich, please.” You whined softly, gripping onto your lover. Heinrich smirked, his hand snaking from your breasts to your wet mound. His naked body melted against your own; he felt hot to the touch. He had seduced you at dinner, serenading you and giving you a grand meal, but he was always hungry for more. You let him bed you, saw how he appreciated seeing you unclothed, not frightened by impurities. He was a man of impulse, yet his control made him seem less desperate.

“You’re soaked, Liebling, you’re so needy for me.” Heinrich cooed, kissing your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. You shiver as he chuckles, his fingers toying with your clit. Two of his digits rubbed your clit, making your back arch into his hand. You let out a whimper, lightly crying out his name as one of his fingers rubbed your entrance, the other still rubbing your intimate button.

“Heinrich…” You sniffled, your hips bucking. Heinrich smirked, the wrinkle at the corner of his mouth blatantly showing his amusement. He sank one finger inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before his other finger joined in. His fingers wriggled, feeling around the foreign place.

“Ah-!” You sensitively moaned, feeling his fingers moving in and out of your needy hole. Heinrich clicked his tongue, watching you writhe beneath him.

“Aww, does that feel good? Yes, I bet it does, my girl.” Heinrich cooed patronizingly at you, fingering you faster. He planted a kiss on your neck, his fingers getting rough.

“Ahn! Heinrich!” You whined, panting and giving him a brief kiss, his tongue licking against yours in dominance.

“Do you hear yourself, Liebling? Moaning like a whore, yet my cock hasn’t even entered your sacred place yet.” Heinrich suddenly pulled his fingers out, making sure you didn’t get that orgasm. Your legs shook, your pussy quivering for him to fill you. Heinrich held your legs open, despite your shyness. He rubbed the head of his cock against your slit.

“Shouldn’t you use…?” Heinrich looked annoyed by your unspoken question, his cock still rubbing, poking at your entrance.

“They’re uncomfortable, Liebling, don’t you want to feel all my love inside you?” Heinrich placed a kiss on your neck, rutting against you, teasing you. His cock slid up and down your slit, his cock throbbing and angry, ready to claim a hole; your hole.

“You’ll feel it so deep, all my love, I mean. It may hurt from how deep it will go.” Heinrich boasted, slowly sinking inch by inch into your tight pussy. You grabbed onto his shoulders, whimpering at his size. Heinrich groaned, the curl in his hair bouncing lightly as he hilted balls deep, your walls gripping hard. You let out soft whimpers, feeling him bottom out inside of you.

“Please, move, Heinrich!” You moan, pleading with your lover for more. Heinrich groaned softly, panting as he swallowed hard. His arms were at either side of your body, shaking slightly as he stayed inside you.

“Oh, Liebling, you’re beautiful.” Heinrich looked deep into your eyes, feeling his soul connected with your own, his cock throbbing deep inside you. You felt tears spring in your eyes, whimpering before Heinrich wiped the tears away.

“Heinrich…” You gasped, feeling deeply secure against Heinrich’s body. Heinrich gently thrust in and out of you, his heaving chest brushing against your breasts. You could feel his heart beat against yours; he was exerting himself to show what a lover he was. Heinrich placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss against your throat, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“Mmn, Liebling, feel it inside you? Ja?” Heinrich thrusts faster, his cock hitting a spot deep inside you, one that makes you squirm. Heinrich hikes your legs up over his shoulders, hitting deeper into your. Heinrich licked his lips, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. He was a lover of women; their nudity excited him to another level. Your beauty drove him mad.

“Heinrich, it feels-! Heinrich, ahnn!” You grip hard onto his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin, leaving dents. Heinrich slammed aggressively, his balls slapping flush against your ass. The headboard banged against the wall, grabbing both of your attention. Heinrich grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply, his hips moving faster than his back can handle. He ignored the pain in his aging, sickly back, ignored the sickness that plagued his body. He just wanted to be inside you, to claim you, and reshape your hole to only fit his cock.

“Oh, fuck yes! Liebling, just take my cock! Let it scramble your insides and leave you only hungry for me!” Heinrich growled, panting as the headboard continued to slam rhythmically against the wall. His hand held onto yours, gripping it, afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear. Your back arched, as your walls tightened up, ready to release.

“I-I’m close, Heinrich! I’m gonna-!’ You sobbed, feeling the coil in your stomach spring. Your legs shook over Heinrich's shoulders, about to cum until you felt Heinrich shudder violently. He thrust to the hilt, interrupting your orgasm to have his own. His back arched as he let out a choked moan.

“G-Gahhgn! Liebling, fuck! Get round with my child!” Heinrich slumped against you, panting and peppering your neck with frantic kisses, almost like an apology. His cum flooded your womb, which gets you off. You whimper and weakly grip around his cock, coating it in your cum.

Heinrich lay his head against your neck, lazily planting kisses on it. You both panted heavily as Heinrich slowly slipped his cock out of you, his cum leaking from your pussy. The hand that had gripped yours softened. Heinrich’s other hand rests against your stomach, gently rubbing it.

“Heinrich…what if?” You didn’t dare say the rest of your question aloud, while Heinrich shook his head.