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“Backyard Defenders” by Noël Kristi Wells

I’m so sorry, once more, with feeling, then I’m done— Yan!Din Djarin HCs, but focusing on when she finally gives in, and decides to try to love Din. Kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him when he hugs her, initiating affection herself, etc.

How many kids do they end up having after she’s finally in love? 🙈

No need to apologize! 🤬 I love these, it makes me feel validated 🤧

Hmmmm. It definitely started off slow. You didn’t want anything to do with him after you were initially taken. Purposely avoiding him in such a small space was not an easy feat, but once you started getting sick all of the sudden? It all started going downhill.

As always he watched from afar. Making sure that you realized on your own. He didn’t dare get close to you, instead he sent the kid as a peace offering.

Initially, very miffed that the man sent his own kid to do his dirty work, you ignored him, often allowing him to walk up in your space and waddle around. He brought some smiles to your face on occasions. He made things seem less darker than how they really were.

Mando acted (poorly, you thought) as if the child came up to you despite his ‘scoldings’. It was only a ploy to have an excuse to be close to you without your obvious hostility.

As you came to terms with your predicament, you grew tired. You were starting to feel lonely. You would let him touch you, kiss you, embrace you, but you never responded back.

He realized after a long while that you only reciprocated his touches during sex. Always being constantly turned on due to hormones (you assumed) was bound to make anyone crazy. He took what he could and he really took it good. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t have a day in which you didn’t have his cum leaking from you.

He relishes in the moments where you would grab onto him as he thrusted into you from behind. He relished in the way you would lead his hand down your panties and fuck yourself against him, the way you twitched and moaned when his mouth wrapped around your sore and swollen nipples.

One time he embraced you in your sleep. His chest was against your back and he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You shifted in your sleep and he froze momentarily. He immediately tightened his hold as you started to move.

He was expecting you to break out of his caging arms. You found him suffocating and you always tried to push him away, despite never reaching your goal. He tries to kiss away your scowl of disgust every time. You would stay still when you got tired of fighting against him.

This time though, you just turned to face him. Your eyes were half lidded and looking up into his. Your hand lazily came up to his cheek and your fingertips started caressing along his jaw, his nose, his brows and finally along his eyes.

His eyes fluttered closed as you lightly tapped his eyelids. He let out a heavy exhale through his slightly parted mouth. You’re hand fell to his hip and you shuffled closer, curling your head in the nape of his neck.

“Go to sleep.”, you mumbled demandingly against his skin. You woke up in the middle of the night, holding each other so closely, to the point where your legs were entangled. You changed positions quickly after, facing away from him and on the edge of the mattress. He managed to pull you up against him in his sleep and you sighed in defeat.

You would let him do things to you, on occasion sharing a kiss or a hug out of human necessity. He knew that your touches didn’t come out of love it was out of habit.

By the time you were pregnant the second time, despite your hopes that his many attempts to impregnate you wouldn’t take, you had managed to become downright affectionate towards him. Especially when finding out you were with twins.

You decided that things would be better if you cooperated fully. You started to feel something for him as the first baby djarin was born. His touch was so gentle with her, you could see the deep love he held for his children, making you realize that, that was the same look he gave you when you did something mundane, as you fixed up an astromech, as you feed your child mashed fruits or even just laying in bed, half dazed and delirious with left over pleasure.

He sits down with a heavy sigh. He turns to see you sound asleep, still swollen in the belly with his children. He smiled weakly as your chest rises and falls with every breath, the pendant still in between your breasts and glinting in the small candle flicking on the small table beside the bed.

He winces as he released the armor from his flight suit a little too harshly, causing it to fall to the ground in a loud clang.

You stir awake, cradling your bump, which was straining against the shirt you’ve borrowed from Din’s closet ever since he took the week long job. You sat up unsteadily, still half asleep.

He curses softly under his breath.

“Go back to sleep you need your rest-“

You cut him off before he could continue, placing your lips on his. He’s astounded by the way you deepen the kiss and especially by the way you pushed your hands into his locks so desperately.

Letting go of his face you maneuvered yourself behind him. You held him close to you, leaning the back of his head to rest on the curve of your breast.

“I feel like… I could try… for the children. For us.”

The two words echoed against his skull. For us.

You rested your cheek against his hair and sighed shakily. Your hands rubbed against his chest soothingly, feeling the ripple and curves of muscle and skin. You feel him shiver against you and start to tremble.

You looked down at him in concern, finding that tears were starting to run down his face. You kiss his cheek in reassurance and he grasps your hand in his.

It’s been two years. He was willing to wait more for you to be ready to fully accept him, but two years was a long time.

The days pass. He still gets chills whenever he feels your hands on his body. Wrapping them around him as he cooks something over the stovetop. Randomly coming up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He especially gets chills when your start to beg him for more. At first you told him, very clearly, that after the twins were born, you two were done procreating. He agreed despite the downright displeased look on his face.

He even took you to the nearby village’s doctor. But he saw the way you stared at pregnant women as they walked by in the markets, with a sense of longing. The way he can see your brain turn to mush as you saw a newborn baby.

He saw your yearning to be bred, he heard it. Especially as he whispered huskily into your ear about how he wishes to see you swollen again, to have others see who you belonged to.

“Why do you say these things?”, you groan as you cover your face in embarrassment. You have never cum as fast as you did by his words, as hard as you did by his implications.

“They’re just words, mesh’la.” He grins against your shoulder.

“Unless… your liked it so much you might want to… y’know.” He waited for your response. You didn’t say anything for a while, just tracing over the letters on his chest written in Mando’a. As each of your children were born he added their initials accordingly.

“We don’t have the resources.”

“We can always renovate the house, I’m sure the village will be more than happy to help.”

“We can barely handle four right now, including a magic, wizard baby. It’s like you forget about his tantrums-“

“We’ll get a nanny droid. Your very good with repairing them.”

You huff.

“Go to sleep.”, you mumbled. He chuckled at your pout.

A month later you found out you were pregnant once again.

He doesn’t tell you even after you’ve had two more kids together (in result of a ‘malfunction’ in the device he disabled on your neck, which was marketed as the safest possible birth control option), that he was able to bribe (threaten) the doctor to deactivate it and ensure that you wouldn’t know a thing about it.

It seemed like with each baby, each vulnerable moment, you wanted him more, you loved him more. But you most definitely did not love him as much as he loved you.

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Damn.🌚

Requests open! Feel free to share your thoughts and your own headcanons along with some requests ofc.

omgg can you do something with yandere viktor hargreeves with a girly reader? like the reader loves skirts and dresses and viktor thinks it's so adorable how sweet and innocent like it is? is that fine with you

note: omg this is my first request so ignore the screaming inside state of mind i'm in rn... anyway! i loveeeee this idea and it's fine by me, hope you like it lovely anon. <3

viktor's life was filled with chaos since the first day, from his dad shitty parental ways to his brothers fighting just to see who gets the first sip of coffee in the morning. he thought this was his life, his without-purpose life.

until he found you.

he remembers that day as the day he started to thank the universe.

he was shopping with diego and luther, both of his brothers wanting to help him choose some comfortable clothes since they couldn't find anything else to do. at first he was tired (mentally and physically), he didn't want to come and endure their endless bickering and just as he was about to step in luther's speech of black not being the best of colors, his eyes caught a glimpse of your pink skirt.

it was the most... pink clothing he has ever seen.

taking two steps back to see your figure clearly, he swears he could feel the shine in his eyes as he saw you.

you were wearing a soft pink outfit, as if you walked straight out of a barbie magazine, your small smile brighter than the lipgloss in your lips, your manicured hands touching the fabric of a dress that caught your attention; oblivious to the hargreeves sibling stare.

“ hey! ” two voices scream behind him, making viktor slightly jump and raise a fist as a mechanism of defense, turning his head.

“ jesus christ! ” he exclaims with an annoyed glare, now lowering his hand, almost angry that the sight of you disappeared as both of them walked in front of him.

“ we just asked, five times, ” diego holds his hand with five fingers as an emphasis “, your opinion in this shirt and you ignored us- did an emo jacket stole your attention or what? ” diego, more annoyed than viktor, asks with his usual big brother tone; reminding him that time ben called him an emo.

“ n-no, i just got distracted, that's all, no big deal. ” first mistake, never say you got distracted to any of the hargreeves, they will ask—.

“ by what? ” luther asks, putting down a jacket as he looks at viktor; now curious.

viktor just shrugs, now looking at the shirts displayed next to him.

“... by who? ” diego then asks.

viktor looks at him for two seconds. second mistake, corporal language is diego's favorite thing.

“ no way! ” diego screams, getting two close customers attention, viktor now shushing him.

“ wait, i don't get it. ” oblivious luther says with an exasperated look, diego looking around while viktor tries to hide both of them (as if that could be possible).

“ stop, shut up! it's nothing, let's just go- please, please. ” viktor begs, thinking if his dignity is still valuable with the thought of getting in his knees to pray to whoever is up there to have mercy on him.

“ tell me, come on, i won't say anything. ” diego says in a whisper, as if luther wasn't there - who still is clueless.

“ if i tell you, will you stop? ” viktor asks, looking directly at diego's eyes.

“ okay. ”

“ i got distracted by the girl behind me, no big deal, just thought- ”

viktor didn't have time to think of an excuse as diego walks straight to you, being the only girl in the store helped, a triumphant smile in his face.

“ hey, what's up? i'm diego. ” diego says, 'softly', to you.

you raise your head, a surprised glint in your eyes, a beautiful smile now covering your face.

“ hi, i'm y/n! ” you exclaim, clearly excited of meeting new people, your dresses hanging from your arm.

diego has to take a moment, he now understands why viktor got so distracted.

“ hey, so, my brother, ” he points to viktor, who just looks at luther, clearly distressed, his hands grabbing his hair. “ thinks you're beautiful and wants to date you... i think, but he definitely thinks you're beautiful. ”

you're still looking at both of the men behind diego, watching how a tall, buff man tries to calm his brother. tilting your head you giggle, clearly amused.

“ oh well, i'd like to, he seems cute so yeah! ”

“ great. — hey viktor! ” diego then screams, making you slightly jump, hugging your dresses.

viktor turns around, diego calls him over again, making his way to the both of you as he did not want to leave you alone with diego; the sight of him so close to you making him want to stop being the pacifist of the family.

“ hey, i'm sorry, whatever he told you is just- well, we are just- ”

“ she said yes. ” that interrupts viktor rambling, who now frowns in confusion, staring at diego.

“ y-yes to what? ”

“ our date. ” you softly say, gaining viktor's attention once again; who 'dumbly' smiles at you with a starstruck look.

“ o-our date? ” he stutters again, making you giggle, nodding your head while walking a little closer to him.

luther slowly made their way to the three of you, taking diego by the collar of his shirt to give a bit of privacy to their brother, while thinking of a way to scold him for intruding in viktor's love life (even if he would've done the same).

“ you're so cute. ” you say, now feeling a bit nervous at seeing how good looking he was, now that you looked closer, your fingers playing with the fabric of the dresses you were carrying. “ when's the date? — oh! you know, i know a very good café- it's a cat café! you can hug cats! and they're clean so you don't have to worry about higiene or that. ” you start talking excitedly about the place, viktor's gaze just full of love and affection as he hears everything you say, both of you oblivious to the beautiful moments that were going to follow.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

a few weeks forwards to that moment, viktor smiles as he watches you model some skirts a friend gifted you; one of the now few friends you had, your boyfriend advising the type of people you should befriend (him and his family) and you listened to him, of course! he is your boyfriend and he wants the best for you.

“ so? ” you ask with a smile in your face, your back facing a big mirror, viktor sitting in your soft bed while holding a teddy bear you had.

“ you look beautiful. ” he says, blinking a few times just to make sure you're not a figment of his imagination.

you pout, making viktor worry he said the wrong thing.

“ vik, you said that already! ” you stomp your feet, a somewhat relieved sigh leaves viktor lips as he stands up, leaving mr. fluff in your bed.

“ i mean, what else can i say? you look cute, perfect, so so so pretty, my beautiful baby. ” he compliments you to no end, knowing you just want all his attention, holding your face to plant a kiss in your pouting lips who now turns into a shy smile.

“ and? ” you ask as you bring your hands behind your back, blinking a few times looking at the ceiling of your room, making viktor laugh at how adorable you looked.

“ and i love you so much. ” he says, almost in a whisper, his smile never leaving his face.

“ hmph, i knooow. ” you say in a 'singsong' voice, giggling as viktor tickles you a bit. “ okay, okay! i love you too- a lot, a bunch, muah! ” finishing your sentence with a kiss.

viktor stands there, in the middle of your room, you leaving to change in the bathroom, for a few seconds he laughs as he falls to your bed; bouncing a bit, with mr. fluff falling next to him.

“ cute, isn't she? ” he asks to the plushie as if it were to answer him, staring at the ceiling with a dumb smile in his lips.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

you and viktor walked hand in hand through the big store, his other arm occupied by a few bags from other stores you visited.

“ oh, what about this one? ” you excitedly point to a flower decorated dress, the white cloth soft at touch, making you smile as you grabbed it and threw it to the small cart next to the both of you.

“ and this one! no- wait, that one! no, i know! ” viktor just, once again, smiles at you. the dress you were wearing moving like the waves of the ocean, making your silhouette more graceful as you walked to every section of the store that caught your attention, viktor following right behind you.

viktor was never a fan of shopping, it made him more confused than anything, but for you he was the biggest enthusiast. watching you choose every dress, skirt, top, blouse, sweater was almost like watching someone do a magic trick.

in his defense, he is so in love with you that everything you do seems amazing to him (who - almost - ended the world twice, traveled in time and had an alien for a father).

he is so in love with you that he took you shopping so you didn't think of him looking through your phone while you shower, asking you who the hell was 'alan' or... any other male contact that wasn't him.

he is so in love with you that he takes you to dinner, excusing him to the bathroom, moments later appearing to you with a bright smile as he grabs your soft hand to make you pay attention to his tenth declaration of love of the evening; behind you walks a beaten man, his bruised face now scared as he spots viktor, running out of the restaurant before you even acknowledge the surprised gasps of other people around you.

he is so in love with you that he gifted you beautiful white skirts so you can gush about it, looking through the bag, while he grabs some panties from your open drawer hiding them in the pocket of his pants.

he was just, so in love with you.

My Place: Florence Welch

Homeboy really ruined his career for her white republican blander than the heroine of an Hallmark Christmas movie ass. I bet all of juliannes fans are middle aged trumpies trying to convince their daughters to think she's cool because they want them to be bland trump voters as well.

and I bet there gonna be like, "oh it's all these crazy stupid teen girls obsessed and in love with him just throwing an tantrum over him possibly having an girlfriend " like no sweetie we don't want to get on bins bons T-Mobile commerical limp dick , because unlike him we morals and wouldn't fuck an racist.

Im not even an fan of him, it's just so fucking satisfying and funny to watch an racist get their comeuppance.

The Devil's Hour:

"Eat me, drink me"

A Halloween Special

Dark!Billy Russo x Dark!Aleksander Morozova x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dub/non-con, threesome, double penetration, mild gore? Idk, there is blood.

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“Please”

Your plea was barely more than a croak, a weak, broken thing teared off from your raw, abused throat. Whether you were begging for them to stop or to go on, you didn't know anymore.

And truth be told, it didn't matter either way, mercy was not something the creatures holding you hostage in your pretty golden cage were capable of anymore, any trace of empathy, of humanity, purged out of them centuries ago.

They had been torturing you, edging you for hours, and then making you come until they had burned all the fight out of you. Until pain and pleasure were blurred together. Until yes and no had started to mean the same thing.

They had broken you. Just like they had promised.

"Please…" You sobbed, a pathetic, heart wrenching sound that would have moved any man.

Too bad the beings keeping you prisoner were not men.

Still, the one in front of you raised his head from your cunt, beard glistening, stained with your juices, proof that, as much as you had fought them, kicking and screaming, as much as you had cried at the beginning, a part of you had to be enjoying what they were doing to you…

Right?

Dark eyes met his twins over your shoulder,

"Maybe we should stop, Aleks" His voice sounded sincere, but you couldn't shake the feeling you were being mocked "Maybe it is too much…"

"Our girl is strong, Billy" A soft, almost loving voice reached you from behind and a pair of pale, strong arms adjusted their iron like grip around you. It was a futile gesture, you were way too weak where you laid, your back fitted between the v of his legs, head pillowed by his chest, to fight back anymore. Way too spent, way too sated, way too used, nothing but a ragdoll. "She can take it"

“No, please, I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded. Aleks smiled against your hair, breathing you in, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head,

“But I think you can, malyshka," The russian endearment fell from his lips honey sweet, "I think you still have a couple more orgasms in you. And we want every. Single. One. Of them…” He punctuated every word with tiny, deceptively innocent pecks to the top of your head, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach with his lips.

“Whatever you say, big brother" Billy smirked, not needing any further convincing, slotting himself between your legs, entering you in a single long, hard stroke. You turned your head to the side, unwilling to see his beautiful face scrunch with the pleasure he was getting out of it, out of your pliant body but unwilling soul.

“No, don’t close your eyes” Aleks chastised you, grabbing your face, forcing you to meet his brother's eyes. “You will watch him, all the time. You will watch us take what’s ours. Am I understood, malyshka?”

You nodded, opening your eyes, watching as Billy's mouth fell open in a silent "oh" through wet lashes. He was identical to his brother, down to the freckle under his right eye, and every inch as gorgeous: long, lithe but muscular body, pale skin, eyes dark as night, face of an angel…

You cursed their pretty faces, you wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn't for them. That was how they had lured you, how they had gotten you alone at the bar. You hadn't wanted to go with them, not really… except you did. One look into those obsidian orbs, and you had been overwhelmed but this strange desire to please them, your body doing as they said even as your mind rebelled inside.

Your friends hadn't noticed anything wrong, of course they hadn't. What woman wouldn't want to be the center of attention of two hotties like those anyway?

They had taken you right there, in the alley outside of the bar, for the first time. Billy pinning your arms behind your back as Aleksander slid his cold, cold hand into your jeans and fingered you, kissing away your tears, chanting praises at you, telling you how tight you felt, how soft and hot and wet inside, how he couldn't wait to feel you around his cock. And just when you had thought it couldn't get any worse, that your fate couldn't get any blacker, Billy's teeth had pierced your skin, right above your breast, and he had drank from you.

“How does she feel, William?” Aleksander questioned, right before twisting your head to capture your mouth in a painful kiss that made your lips bleed.

“Perfect,” Billy moaned, hips pounding into you erratically. He was close “She feels perfect, you know that, Sasha”

Aleks hummed his approval into your lips, releasing them only to lap at the blood staining them.

“Delicious too” He cooed, knuckles caressing your cheek, “So sweet, sweetest little morsel I’ve ever tasted… Is she tight, Billy?"

"Yes… So so tight…"

"Does our little doll need stretching?" He hummed, thoughtful, hand dipping lower, to where his brother was disappearing inside of you. You shook your head, the feeling of Aleksander's finger slipping in with Billy's cock enough to break their thrall.

"Nonononono please, pleasepleaseplease"

"Shhhhh" Billy soothed you, holding your chin up so he could look you in the eye, "It's ok, baby doll, you can take it, can't you?" You could feel your will vanishing, your body going slack against Aleksander's chest, "you can take the both of us like a good girl… Don't you wanna be our good girl?"

"We can help you, teach your body how to take us" said Aleks, adding another finger as his twin started moving his hips again, slowly, leisurely, making you feel every delicious, punishing inch.

"Fuck, Sasha!"

Aleksander's hand was lighting fast, striking his brother on the cheek.

"Watch your mouth in front of our little lady"

Billy simply smirked, clearly enjoying the little bit of pain with his pleasure,

"Whatever you say, boss" He snaked his arms around you, taking you from Aleks, sitting up so he could perch you on his lap. Aleksander bared his fangs at him "I think she's ready" Billy quickly declared, succeeding in deflecting his brother's wrath.

"Are you sure? I don’t want her to feel any pain as I turn her, only pleasure for our perfect girl.”

"I'm sure" Billy confirmed, your own protests going unheard as they manhandled you, trapping you between their bodies, positioning you to their liking.

And then it began.

The stretch was unlike anything you had ever felt as they lowered you, impaling you on their identical cocks little by little, taking turns moving their hips in a well practiced dance, one retreating as the other thrusted another inch in, until they were both buried to the hilt.

Aleksander's hands were everywhere, stroking your arms, your chest, your back, comforting you as Billy kissed away your tears.

"So good for us..."

"Our precious girl..."

"...Milaya devushka"

"Pretty girl, so good for us… fucking perfect…" It was Billy, the first to break, the first to start rocking, to tear a moan from your swollen lips. "Yeah, just like that, just give in… isn't it so much better when you stop fighting us?"

It was. Heavens help you, it was. Your head felt back against Aleksander's shoulder, and he wasted no time in latching onto your neck, sucking a path of purple bruises.

"Aleks" You sighed, feeling his smile against your skin. At least until his brother, ever jealous, demanded your attention by licking at your nipple "... Billy!"

"Yeah, just like that, baby doll, say my name like that again…" His hips gained speed, forcing his brother to match his pace until they were both fucking you in earnest, bouncing your body between them, their perfect little fucktoy. Your cries grew louder.

"Does it hurt, malyshka?"

You nodded your head. Billy nodded with you, mockingly.

"Where does it hurt? Where we're fucking this little cunt?" His hand cupped your core, thumb sliding on your clit, tracing little half circles that had you crying even harder, "I think you're lying… I think you like it"

You tried to shake your head, but he was having none of it.

"You say one thing… but your body says another. I can feel your pussy squeezing us, princess. This greedy little cunt… sucking us in… Sasha feels it too, don't you, brother?"

Aleksander's head had fallen against your shoulder, thrust starting to lose their rhythm.

"Yes… so tight… strangling my cock… begging for more…"

"Oh, we're gonna give it more… fill it up with our come… till it's leaking us all over the sheets… and then… we gonna fuck our come right back in…"

"It's time, little brother…" Aleks swept your hair off your shoulder, placing a long, filthy lick up the side of your neck. You obeyed his silent command, turning your head, giving him more space. That’s when you felt them, dry, hard and long, puncturing your skin, setting every nerve of your body on fire, galaxies of sparks bursting behind your eyelids. Stuffed to the brim with their cocks, it was Aleksander's fangs what made you come one final time.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of the earthquake, the world shattering orgasm, when Billy pushed his wrist into your mouth, something warm and sweet, delectable and addictive filling your mouth, invading your senses. You hungrily sucked, making Billy hiss.

Something inside you sang at the sound, basking in the little bit of pain you caused him after all he had done to you.

But, voracious as you were, Aleksander still sucked your blood faster, making you lightheaded, your grip on Billy's wrist going slack.

As the life was drained out of you, you felt him place one last kiss on your numb lips, as he whispered,

“Welcome to the family, little sister.”

"Sleeping Beauty"

Aleksander Morozova x Alina Starkov

NSFW

Warnings: Darkfic, non-con, somnophilia (yes, again, hush now), breeding kink, infidelity (not between darklina). Read at your own risk.

I have... No excuse or explanation for this. Oh, but the Darkling is Tsar and married to Svetlana the fjerdan Barbie and of course Alina refuses to be the royal mistress. Not that it does her any good...

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He came at night.

He always came to see her at night, not that she was aware of it, not with how strong the sleeping tea she always had after dinner was, the concoction the only way she could sleep without nightmares or worse, him, invading her dreams anymore.

Had she known what the real, flesh and bone him did to her while she slept, she would have chosen the nightmares.

He hadn't meant for it to become what it was now, had only wanted to see her, make sure she was alright that first night, when she had raged at her punishment, her imprisonment, at him and even at herself, tearing everything in the suite to pieces, lashing out with her light burning bedsheets and curtains and couches, stabbing pillows with the sharp shards of the broken mirror, Fedyor and Genya only managing to calm her down after she had exhausted herself, after almost bringing the tower she was locked in down into the ground. Standing in the midst of her destruction, he couldn't stop the awe, the pride at her sheer power.

Nor could he stop the pang of heart stopping yearning upon seeing her relaxed face, her peaceful smile. She only ever looked at him with her face twisted in fury or disgust when she was awake…

But asleep, she didn't reject him, didn't turn him away, didn't fight his caresses. He could hold her, and touch her, and kiss her to his heart's content.

And he had a greedy heart, he had long ago given up trying to deny it, to deny this, this pull he felt to her, this hunger, this obsession. He had tried to bury it, had punished the both of them for it with a cruelty he hadn't wielded in over four centuries. The worst part was, he had succeeded, every slight, every humiliation pushing her further and further away, beyond the point of no return. It was the only way, knowing if he wasn't strong enough to keep his distance, she would.

He had not anticipated the craving in his bones being so powerful to override even his respect for her consent.

That was how he had found himself here, sitting at the edge of her bed, knuckles grazing her cheekbone, that familiar, electrifying feeling of rightness shooting through his veins like a current with every barely there touch of skin on skin.

Could he really be blamed for having become addicted?

He couldn't, he decided quickly, leaning in to place a soft, chaste kiss on her slack lips. She was too lovely a drug to resist, and he was so tired.

"Moya dusha" Aleksander breathed against her lips, tenderly, almost reverently, "I'm sorry"

That was the only concession he allowed his guilty soul, the only show of regret, before he sat back up, letting his hands fall to the ribbons on her nightgown and unlaced them. It was easy to shut his already weak conscience up as he slid the lace down her shoulders baring golden skin, pert breasts and dark nipples to his starved eyes. Leaning in, he let his lips trail the way down her jaw, her neck, her chest, careful not to leave any marks, knowing if Alina didn't see them, Genya's already mistrustful, hawklike stare would not miss them. He feasted anyway, she was so soft, so warm, her breasts felt so heavy on his tongue he probably couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, and he didn't want to. Not even when she arched her back, tossing just a little, as if unsure if she wanted to get closer or further away from his assault. It didn't matter anyway, Aleksander wouldn't let her escape, would never let her escape, using his own weight to pin her to the mattress, left hand raising he squeezed and pinched at the tit neglected by his busy mouth.

One long lick of his tongue on one of those dark nipples, and Alina's body was relaxed once again, tiny little whines turning into satisfied sighs.

"Shhhh, is ok, milaya" He soothed, bruising grip turning into restrained pets, "papochka knows what you like…" rolling the covers down her prone body, he promised, "papochka will take care of you…"

Hands traveled down her thighs, her knees, her calves, only to make the way upwards again, taking the gossamer thin nightgown with them, slipping under it. She was so small, his hands could circle her thighs almost completely, thumbs meeting over the place that haunted his dreams and his waking hours the most. There were very few things he liked more than playing with her perfect little cunt, than circling her precious pearl with his fingertips, listening to the breathy sounds leave her plush, parted lips. His fingers traced her pink little slit up and down, gathering and spreading the moisture there, before going in. He always ended up going in, two digits massaging her insides, scissoring, loosing her up for what was to come.

Aleksander withdrew his fingers after just a couple of minutes, too impatient tonight. Using his thumbs to open her up like a flower, he examined Alina's core, wanting to sear every detail into his brain, to get him through the long hours of the day he had to be away from her, running the country, running two armies, biding his time until nightfall, until he could have her like this again.

Thoughtful, he spat on her pussy, watching his saliva trickle down her nether lips, dripping on the sheets. He did it again, until he was satisfied with the wetness, before jumping on his feet and making quick work of his shirt and pants: He needed it tonight, the feel of her skin. Kneeling on the mattress between Alina's parted legs, he took a moment to examine his handiwork.

It was fucking breathtaking, the most debauched, most beautiful thing he had the privilege to witness in his too long life, his sun summoner's flushed cheeks, red bitten breast, glistening cunt, the lace nightdress a pitiful strip of bunched fabric covering only her belly. He moaned at the sight, the one, two, perfunctory pumps he gave his cock completely unneeded, he was already rock hard and purple and angry. His body rebelled against every second he wasn't inside her, crippling him with need. He apologized again, fully aware that her body wasn't ready yet to welcome him, but he couldn't wait a second longer. Bracing himself on an elbow next to her head, using his other hand to line himself with her opening, he pushed his way in.

Warmth. Like sunshine gripping his cock in a too tight vice, always so overwhelming at first. The tether wide open between them, Alina's light singing through his veins, his shadows flooding hers. He kissed away the tiny frown of discomfort marring her face, rocking his hips against hers without withdrawing, giving her time to adjust to him, to get wetter before starting to thrust into her.

It wasn't as if being like that, so deep inside her he could swear he could see the outline of his cock in her navel, was unpleasant. He was large, a lot bigger and taller than her, needed to hunch over her body, bend himself almost in half to rain open mouthed kisses on her neck again, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue, her perfume invading his lungs, her pliant flesh under his hands, her hot little cunt around his dick as he kept undulating his hips, gaining momentum. So good like that, with her filling his senses, Alina everywhere, Alina forever.

It was intoxicating.

The way her inky black hair spread on the pillows like tendrils of his own shadows, the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, the way she could take him into his body all the way in… she was meant for him, made for him by the making itself.

Spurred by that thought, soon enough he was pistoning in and out of Alina hard enough to push her up the bed, and he had to snake his arm under her back, hand around her shoulder, anchoring her to him, moaning into her ear with abandon. Her breathing was heavier too, sweet little hiccups leaving her lips in time with his thrusts and he could feel it, feel the pleasure washing over her like a sweet summer shower, slow like honey, edges blurred by the veil of unconsciousness, but undoubtedly there. And he was the one making her feel that way, tearing the sensations out of her limp body. Her little cunt was rippling for him. She could be cold and proud during the day, but at night she was his. At night she couldn't pretend, her body gave her away. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, he could feel it in the way she squeezed him, how much her tight little pussy craved his come.

He changed the angle, pushing in as far as he could go, pubic bone rubbing against her clit, and yes, that was it, right there. Her skin began to glow with pale moonlight, shinning just for him and suddenly the coil was snapping, and he was soaring, falling over the edge with her, pumping his seed so deep inside he was painting her womb black.

One final grunt, one final thrust and he all but collapsed, catching himself on his other hand so as not to crush the precious creature underneath him. He couldn't roll off her, not just yet, needed to keep her plugged and full of his come just a little bit longer. Sitting up some, he hooked her knees in his elbows, pushing her legs up against her torso. It would take this time, he was sure of it, the moon was just right, he had memorized her cicle long ago, she was fertile tonight. Soon, he would see her body ripe in front of him, he would see her belly swell, those beautiful tits get heavy with milk to feed their child. Aleksander could feel himself getting hard again just thinking about it.

Their child. A baby girl or boy with his hair and her eyes, the pitter-patter of their tiny feet filling the palace hallways, their giggles lighting up the throne room like their mother's light did so long ago. Even if they weren't a shadow or sun summoner, they would be just as powerful, they would not fade like the thousands of grishenka he had raised and buried, no, not them.

They would be forever.

When his advisors had first told him their idea to solidify his reign, he had recoiled, the idea of fathering a child with Svetlana, of a fat cherub with her hair or light eyes, so much like Annika's, made his skin crawl. The possibility of them inheriting her vapidness or any of her personality traits was even worse.

But he knew they were right. He had no need for an heir but the people didn't know that, and in their eyes, a prince or princess was a promise of continuity, of stability.

He also knew it didn't need to be Svetlana's, only his. The Lanstovs hadn't had a use for it in generations, but there was an old law still in validity, that stated if the queen was unable to conceive or carry a pregnancy to term, a bearer could be employed. The honour of bearing the Tsar's child would fall on one of the Queen's ladies or maids, and the resulting prince or princess would enjoy the full titles and privileges as if they were born into wedlock.

Aleksander knew the perfect maiden for such a task.

With half the country already venerating her over Svetlana, he knew the legitimacy of the children of Sankta Alina would be unquestioned.

Sankta Alina… Aleksander had met many saints during his long, long existence, and no one had ever seemed as ethereal, as supernatural as the girl under him, still glowing faintly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, lips red and swollen, parting invitingly as she sighed, satisfied, in her sleep. He captured them in his one more time, her taste enough to make him ravenous for her again. And he could indulge, couldn't he? After all, the more of his seed inside her, the better. And he was going to give her every. Last. Drop...

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