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The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

me and the girls who still use tumblr in 2022

i'm reading "the virgin suicides" for the first time and i really liked this quote

flickr is like the most beautiful otherworldly fotos u can imagine that belong in american life magazine archives and also a lot of like wet jeans fetish images like fetishes u dont rlly know about til u go huh .. ohhh … disturbing !! anyways i love flickr n i love to look at pictures of peoples graduations from 2005 and cakes and drunk ppl and endless fotos of perfect beaches which will desttroy ur heart n sanity

this may seem outlandish.. foolish, even… but i bring you, as an offering, the concept of SCARYASS SUB YANDERES!?!?!?! i’ve had this idea in my mind for sooo long and my god it’s been driving me insane. i think it works well just because of the inherent obsessive, frightening nature of yans in the first place? it’s scary, the way they’d do anything for you. kill people for you, abandon everything they know for you, die for you. it’s terrifying. and sooo fucking hot.

specifically eddie and steve…. my god. My God. they’re both just drooling over you, and grovelling for even an ounce of your attention. whimpering and begging by your feet like dogs… its food for thought, eh?  

at first you’re scared of them. they’re always lurking somewhere, far away that they think they won’t be noticed, but they are. you know they’re there. creeping around the bushes, just out of the corner of your eye. they’re always there. changing their schedule when they don’t have any classes with you. they’re a permanent pest that’re always ogling over you. nasty ass stalkers <3. it’s even worse when you notice them beginning to team up. it was bad enough when it was just one of them cornering you, eddie offering you a spot in hellfire every day after class and steve flirting with you every chance he gets or when you stop by the family video store. but both of them? absolute menaces. 

the king and freak of hawkins?  a surprising duo! it’s unheard of. nobody would’ve ever thought of it. nobody would even believe you, and nobody does. and they have their eyes on you. watching you, following you, bothering you, and you’re just so scared. they won’t leave you alone, and nobody seems to believe you, either. they’re just so big, and you’re so small. steve’s always been strong, you know that, and you’ve seen it too. playing on the sports team, roughing around and fighting constantly, you know what he can do. and just because eddie’s thin doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have height. he’s so fucking tall. and not to mention his reputation? even before the whole chrissy incident, he’s had a reputation of being a monster with connections outside of the school. (it’s only reefer rick, but he’s not gonna tell anybody that.)

you try your best to avoid the two of them, but you can’t. not anymore, at least. one of them is always shepherding you into the other. eddie padding behind you after school, and steve always so conveniently positioned. and one day, eddie’s hounding you after school. he’s not stopping either, chatting you’re ear off. you’re not even talking back, just trying to get away from him. schoolbooks clasped tight to your chest, looking at the ground, and he’s just bouncing behind you. you don’t even realize where, and it’s dark out now, how long have you been out? 

you’re immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you hear steve. eddie’s laughing, of course he is, and steve’s cooing at you. you back up, but there’s nowhere else to go. let’s say you’re in the woods, right where eddie does all of his deals, and you have nowhere else to go. you’re trapped in between the both of them, their eyes dilated to the max, and you’re about to cry. 

they’re going to kill you. that’s your only thought, and you start to sob. you close your eyes and wait for something to happen but… nothing does? they back up and give you space. steve’s freaking out, instincts kicking in from having to watch the kids for years, and eddie’s the same, if not worse. 

they’re… pampering you. it’s weird. eddie’s on his knees, grasping at your hand and kissing at your hand trying to make you feel better- to fix his wrongs. steve’s rapidly shooting out questions, “are you okay?” “what’s wrong?” “who hurt you?”

and honestly… you kind of like it. both of the two biggest, baddest guys in hawkins reduced to simpering little idiots? it's a nice change.

Holy shit this is long as fuck. apolocheese.

A-ANON, ANON!!!!!!! YOU......YOUR BRAIN........SUB YANDERE STEDDIE + ANGELFACE.....IM ON MY KNEES.....

ok. breaking this down. the individual stalking aspect: fucking gold. you have both men constantly in your peripheral, Eddie and Steve both fighting for as much time as they can possibly spend with you, and being absolutely nasty stalkers in the process. coming home after a long day of avoiding them both and finding your drawers raided, your cassettes out of order with a couple missing, maybe even your sheets wrinkled and smelling a bit of sweat like someone's been laying in your bed.

maybe one day you walk through the halls at school one day and see Eddie with a bloodied nose, Steve with bruises around his neck and his wrists, and the two guys who usually don't even acknowledge each other are glaring daggers at each other the whole day. but when the marks fade and heal, you start seeing them get a little closer....and they often do so while watching you. when they start sharing those smarmy grins and whispering to each other as they pass by the other in the hallways, that's when you start to really worry.

and you're right, nobody will believe you. the only noticeable change is Steve flirting with you whenever he sees you at school or when you're at the video store, and you should consider yourself lucky. why don't you just go out with him? give the poor guy a chance at least, since he's so nice to you? but the people telling you that don't know how invasive he is, they don't know that you've spotted him hanging around your house late at night and seen him glare down anyone who talks to you. and they don't know that when he leans in close to whisper into your ear, the dirtiest things come out of his mouth that only you can hear. "I just wanna rip that little top off you" and "wish I could fuck you over this counter, sweetheart" and "meet me in the back and I'll make you fall in love", things that make you scurry away from him as fast and as soon as you can manage, leaving him shaking his head and smirking at the back of your head because you're so, so cute when you're playing hard to get. but obviously he needs to be a little more direct.

Eddie, at least, is slightly more believable. but he's much, much sneakier, and way more subtle about his advances than Steve. he's more of a menace--always on your heels every perceivable second of the day, running you ragged with questions and mindless chatter that you never can seem to get away from. and it's not just talk, either--he's always using his stature against you, boxing you against your locker or the picnic table out by the woods, drawing his lips close to yours like he's gonna force a kiss out of you, only to breathe softly against them as he asks you again if you'll join Hellfire. don't you wanna spend some more time with him? he'll even give you a private lesson on D&D, just for you, the cutest student in the whole school. you have to push on his chest to get him to even lean back, before you duck out of his reach and dash away, and he's too giddy from having you touch him to even worry about you getting away and telling someone he was being a creep.

and when he gets you back in the woods after school, corraling you like a little lamb towards the jaws of the wolf, Eddie can't help but have a spring in his step. he can't wait for this one.

when you see Steve waiting there by the trees, leaning against the trunk of one, you immediately back up. but you come to a stop when you hit Eddie's chest, and with a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure he's not gonna get out of the way, you turn your gaze back to see Steve approaching you and fear starts knocking your knees. Eddie holds your shoulders from behind to keep you from running, and when Steve gets close enough to lean down real close to your face, his hand on your chin, the tears spill out of you and you hiccup those choked-up words: "please don't kill me..."

the air changes almost immediately. Steve shakes his head like he can't believe you just said that, his eyes soften, and a "never, baby" escapes him. meanwhile, Eddie turns you around by the shoulders so you're facing him instead, and drops to his knees so he's tilting his head all the way back to look up at you. he grabs your wrist in a strong hand, and pulls your arm closer--and he nuzzles your palm with his face, kissing along each knuckle and all five fingertips while his other hand is braced on your thigh. Steve wraps his arms around your midsection from behind, and coos those sweet words in a reassuring tone "are you okay? did someone hurt you? sweet thing, don't have to be scared of me, okay?"

it shouldn't be so comforting, so satisfying to have them both whimpering for your approval, but it is. they'll do anything to pull that smile out of you, and as soon as they get one, they'll both relax and get even cuddlier in your presence. even though they're the ones who scared you in the first place, and they're the ones who have such an unhealthy attachment to you....but you've been suffering under their thumb for so long, would it be so bad if you took a little bit back from them? torture them a little to get what you want? that seems like more than a fair exchange for the hell they've put you through.

“Backyard Defenders” by Noël Kristi Wells

Silent Hill 2 (Special 2 Disc Set) PAL Exclusive Came with special DVD that contained The Making of Silent Hill, art gallery, developer biographies, trailers and credits. Also came with 1 of 4 stickers. 

Wonderful Days by Masahisa Fukase, 1964

Bed by Johan Grimonprez, 2009

Photograph by Kristien Daem

Requiem pour un Vampire (1971)

Girl Pictures by Justine Kurland

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

Ah yes my favorite book character kaz brekker

An old blue haunted house by Matthew T Rader

jake lockley took one look at marc & steven, said bless this mess, and has been minding his own business since

Absolutely captivated by this very specific type of image

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.

1/3 About the Ben B situation. The people he blocked were all WOC who asked him for accountability. Julianne herself is far worse and only bringing the blackface does it no justice. She apologized for that in 2021 (!!) only after The Activist backlash and it was more of a covering her ass letter than apology. She also SUPRISINGLY made lots of POC friends after that but dropped them pretty quickly.

In recent things (2020 till now). She also uses tanned emojis and blocks people when asked to stop, rips off Native American culture and sells it as magical California style remedy, basically has a cult selling dance classes claiming that these dancing moves and positive thinking helped to cure her endometriosis (a very painful incurable diesease). Her whole family is republican, her fater their main man in Utah. Yes, she is close with said father. One of her close friends is a guru known for sexually abusing minors, she loves his fancy vineyard retreats though. Beside that she is plainly stupid and continues her ignorant behavior for years. Only apologizes when called on her behavior, and only does so to cover herself. She's a grifter. Her ex-husband and ex-boyfriend both said that she is just the worst manipulative woman. For desert, have you all seen the video where she had her asshole exorcised in public?

What the Ben Barnes fandom looks like rn

Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

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.

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

“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...

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

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...

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.

mcu has done IRREPERABLE damage to the public view of superheroes and im not even kidding. so many people (especially in leftist spaces!) when they think superhero think "soulless profit-driven husk of vaguely liberal ideologies". i am begging and pleading and screaming and throwing up and jumping onto spikes please read a green arrow comic or doom patrol or anything please i promise you superheroes have merit and worth i promise you the mcu is lying to you and superheroes have so much more potential than disney allows them to experience PLEASE *foam dripping from lips*