#eva braun

[moonlight-lunacy]

Me going back in time to tell Eva Braun she will become well known on TikTok and she will not be forgotten

[cyanideparty4]

such a bleak moment...i wish i could have some of your writings to brighten my days a bit

“Do you think about me?” she asked dreamily one night while they were tangled up on a sofa in the back-room of the shop. She was dizzy with romance. Her legs were resting heavy over his lap as he stroked the top of her bare knee with his thumb, the rest of his fingers trapped between her young thighs. The hem of her skirt was bunched up around his wrist from when he’d pushed it up and out of the way, and her silk stockings had been rolled down below her kneecaps. Her lips were shiny and a bit swollen from kissing, the pale, pink shadow of whisker burn falling along the underside of her jaw. “Of course,” he said. “When?” “Whenever I’m afforded a free moment, little one.”

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He was in an unusually soft mood tonight, doughy, romantic, and was a little too willing to act indulgently with her. He’d admittedly been thinking about her with an increasing frequency as of late, entertaining a host of florid fantasies, and had felt a sudden compulsion to treat himself to a spell of such syrupy romance—which is why he had shown up that evening unannounced, catching her off guard. He’d “caught” her alone (by no stroke of luck. He manufactured his own luck with her) and she had instinctively understood what this meant. What this segregation promised. And she had proceeded without hesitation. She had taken him by the hand and led him into the back where she’d spun back around on her toes, grabbed him by the lapels, and pulled his mouth to hers. He hadn’t even unbuckled his coat. But he’d smiled against her lips and had held her pretty, finely made-up face in his hands as he’d kissed her with a tender greediness that had made her fingers flex and her lips part. He’d felt the faint rush of her breath on his tongue, and then that recognizable ache had branched out from deep within the torrid core of his body. She was peering down her nose at him now, her eyes shaded from the cozy lamplight emanating from the table behind her. “Not very often, then,” she said unabashedly, poking at him. He gave her a permissive smirk before shifting his body, leaning down toward her and kissing the hinge of her jaw. Then he brushed her hair back and hovered his mouth over her ear. “Truthfully,” he murmured, sliding his free hand up the inside of her thigh, the hem of her skirt traveling along with it, “I have been unforgivably distracted lately.” “Is that so?” she said, laid giddy by both the physical and the sentimental warmth of his confession. She opened her legs for him and arched her back when he flattened the pads of his fingers against her sex. He drew the tip of his middle finger up the length of her slit, the thin, smooth barrier of her panties barely concealing the enviable heat stored inside her body. “Oh,” she said quietly, a smile in her tone, “of course, I understand now,” still speaking in jest—until he brushed up against the base of her clitoris and he felt the muscles in her legs twitch. He pushed out against the inside of her thigh, giving himself more room to work. He wasn’t feeling mischievous tonight. He was feeling gluttonous, and his confession hadn’t been a lie. He really had been distracted, and by a particular craving. He wanted to do something new to her, something decadently close and intimate, something he was certain would again catch her off guard.

He kissed her on the mouth as he stroked and rubbed at her sex until he felt her breathing deepen and the fabric under his fingers start to dampen. Her lips parted in invitation and she audibly sighed when he met her tongue with his own. She rolled her hips up into his hand, matching his rhythm, holding onto him for purchase as she rocked in his lap, against his growing erection.

It never failed to delight and amuse him how singularly responsive her virginal body was; how she never let him leave without a well fed ego. She was more and more proving to be such a promising little creature. Excitable and eager to please. Nakedly excited to be pleased.

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[kauawest]

Us

[frauhcydrich]

﹕◌ ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹ ➛ hello there! i am new to this part of tumblr (not to the fandom tho) and i'd like to get mutuals (mostly girls like me who are into this the way average teens are into boybands... i need people to simp to!!) and i think it's only polite if i introduce myself, so that is what i will do now!

٬٬ ࣪﹒𖣠┊GENERAL INFOS.

₊˚⟡ ˖ what's my name?: NB (i do not wish to share my first name, only to those i feel like can be trusted)

₊˚⟡ ˖ my age?: i am not yet an adult but it's only a matter of few months now!!

₊˚⟡ ˖ how long since i have been into the reich fandom?: since i was around 12! obv it started out like it does for majority of people here, i believe. first i started finding adolf h. interesting and as i fell down the rabbit hole my priorities shifted. what really got me specifically about it was tbe psychology of the inner circle. i was always interested in the psychological aspect of evil beings: how life contributes to ones evilness, the objective & purely psychological aspect of violence and systemic evilness etc.

₊˚⟡ ˖ top 3 figures?: through my 5 yrs in the topic i think i finalized my top list for good; 1 - reinhard heydrich, 2 - hermann göring, 3 - josef mengele. but honorable mention to joachim von ribbentrop and erwin rommel

₊˚⟡ ˖ anyone i dislike?: BORMANN!! he was a two-sided btch tbh. i also don't really like göbbels, speer or himmler but i wouldn't say i hate them, at least compared to the hatred i feel towards bormann

₊˚⟡ ˖ favorite woman?: maybe basic but eva. she was such a sweetheart and she deserved better. also she is interesting psychologically herself and tbh her love for adolf gives me some hope that even i will once find someone who loves me despite everything (although ik men don't work like women... sucks to be straight sometimes)

٬٬ ࣪﹒𖣠┊MISC.

₊˚⟡ ˖ other interests?: for two years now my main interest is football, but the reich is the topic i return to regularly for many years now. i also know a shit ton about formula 1, as it was my past hyperfixation and that lasted around a year and a half. also, as a hungarian i am very into the communism in hungary after 1945, more specifically the kádár era (1956-1989) and the revolution of 56'

₊˚⟡ ˖ what am i looking for?: i hope to find people like me to whom i can talk freely and can expect not to be judged. i also will probably mostly look for pics and surf through content rather than post myself. HOWEVER! i have a book set in the third reich. i have it meticulously planned to the smallest details since 2023 and if anyone is interested i'd be glad to post about it and make some content about it (moodboards, quotes etc. if anyone has a specific idea or something they'd like to know about it, ask freely!!)

﹕◌ ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹ ➛ i hope to find friends here and people who are interested in what i can contribute to the fandom/community! also, i'd like to share that i am pretty bad in trusting people and have a shit ton of mental problems that make it hard for me to socialize/react correctly in certain situations.

PLEASE REPOST IF YOU CAN <3

[evarose45]

Eva with a deer

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[cyanideparty4]

MATTERS SO TENDER AND UNRECONCILED: Chapter 2

She was not a broken toy or an empty doll with no filling. Nor was she made of glass, fragile to the point where the slightest touch would shatter her. She was a woman with a body that was still alive, designed to be embraced and carried away by passion, to be hugged and kissed and loved. A body that missed being the target of his physical, amorous affections.

Chapters: 2/3 Rating: Explicit  Tags: Christmas Party, Jealousy, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reconciliation

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