#darklina x reader smut
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Hate Loving You
Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)
Summary: Working for Aleksander and Alina Morozova drives you to insanity and beyond. No one has ever made you feel so frustrated, embarrassed, and unbelievably aroused. Officially you’re their personal driver, but you know deep down that you’re actually just their favourite plaything.
Warnings [18+]: smut, minor angst, uneven power dynamic, the consent isn’t explicit but it’s there, spanking, pain kink, breast play, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, sir/ma’am kink, sadistic!darklina, free use vibes, masturbation, sex toys, sharing of explicit photos & videos, sexting, exhibitionism, fingering/double penetration combo (fingering with two people’s fingers), choking, bondage, dacryphilia, hair pulling, spitting, car sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, size kink, darklina are what I’m deciding to call ‘deliciously awful’ in this AU. If I’ve missed anything let me know.
@becauseicantthinkwritings <- chelsea, your tag as requested, enjoy x
A/N: there is most definitely typos in this fic, but it’s way too long for me to do a full proof read at the moment so I’ll probably fix those later
My Masterlist
Aleksander Morozova is one of the most insufferable men you’ve ever met. He’s cold and curt and there’s a dark glimmer in his eyes whenever someone else experiences humiliation or disgrace. His wife isn’t any better. Alina Morozova’s words are always sharp, her smirk ever present and your skin crawls whenever her attention lingers on you.
They are both ridiculously attractive, but it doesn’t make working for the couple any more bearable. If anything - it makes it worse. As their personal driver, you’re at their beck and call every hour of the day.
Aleksander owns his own luxury car business, working as both the CEO and lead designer. As a result, the entire contents of their home garage is Morozova cars. It pains you to admit it, but his cars are the nicest you’ve ever driven.
They are both borderline arrogant about their riches, utterly confident in their status as one of Ravka’s wealthiest couples. The way Aleksander looks down at you makes you burn from the inside. Alina always traces her hand over your shoulder as she climbs out of the car, perfectly manicured nails scraping over your clothing. She tosses her car keys deliberately to the side of you, so that you have to bend down to retrieve them.
The two of them are particularly fond of car sex, a discovery you had made during your first week working for them.
“Sasha, please, I want your cock in me,” Alina pleads quietly, her voice breathy as she grinds down on her husband’s lap.
Heart pounding, you slowly inch your finger towards the button that will lift the screen between where you’re sitting at the wheel and where the two of them are kissing passionately on the back seat of the car. There’s a low mechanic hum as the screen begins to rise and you flinch at the sound.
Subconsciously, you glance up at the rearview mirror, meeting the intense gaze of both Aleksander and Alina.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” he asks sharply. Words fade on the tip of your tongue as you struggle to gather up an explanation.
“I was- I was just going to give you some privacy, sir.”
“Did we ask for such a thing?”
“Well, no, but I thought-” He clicks his tongue at you disapprovingly.
“Don’t think. Keep your eyes on the road.”
He had then preceded to fuck his wife slowly, easing Alina onto his cock, and you had seen every second of it in the tiny mirror above your head. Her dark eyes widening at the stretch of him pushing into her cunt. Her brows creasing as he thumbed at her sensitive clit. Her plush lips parting as she gasped and moaned.
The sound of her whining for more, the slap of skin against skin, and the lewd sloppiness gathering between her thighs now lives in the back of your mind. Every time you attempt to touch yourself, a heavy breath or the sound of your slick-covered fingers will have your mind falling back onto Alina and Aleksander.
At first you had resisted these thoughts. Pushing away the idea of Aleksander fucking you against the hood his car, or Alina sucking hard on your clit with the intention of making you squirt over the backseat of her car. None of their drivers had ever been allowed in their house, but occasionally the thought of being in their bed crosses your mind as a moment of indulgence.
The desire you feel around them doesn’t often distract you while working, since their behaviour usually manages to taper any arousal that might arise in you.
“What are you doing here?” Aleksander asks. There’s no care or even curiosity in his voice - only what sounds like a mixture of boredom and annoyance.
A frown creases at your brows as you turn to watch him walk through his garage, Alina close behind him. They’re both dressed for dinner - Aleksander’s usual black suit and tie and a low cut dress of deep midnight blue for Alina. The click of her heels echoes over smooth concrete.
“You called for me.”
The corner of Aleksander’s mouth twitches as he rounds one of his cars, the lights flashing as he unlocks the vehicle.
“And like a little puppy, you came for us.”
There’s something warm yet mocking in his voice and Alina laughs while your cheeks burn with embarrassment. She grins at the sight of you so flushed and frustrated - once again they’ve ruined your night by calling you in only to dismiss you once you arrive.
“We won’t be needing you tonight,” she informs you, shooting her husband a grin as she slips into the car.
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Right now, frustration is crawling under your skin, your fingers drumming against the steering wheel as you wait for the traffic ahead of you to move. Alina giggles from the backseat and the muscle in your jaw tightens. The sound of lips meeting makes something sharp stir in your stomach and you fight the urge to look in the rearview mirror.
Aleksander and Alina have a guest with them.
Zoya Nazyalensky. A tight silver dress clinging to her every curve, bronze thighs on display as the fabric slides upwards. Alina’s hand is settled on her legs, gliding upwards as they kiss. Aleksander grips the back of Zoya’s neck, fingers threading through her dark locks as he takes control of the kiss between her and his wife.
As much as you had fantasised about it late at night, you hadn’t even considered the fact that the couple might want to bring another person into their bed. The fact that they had picked someone as alluring as Zoya has your stomach sinking.
Alina moans softly and you press your knees together. It doesn’t help that you had been on a date when they had called for you to drive them home - meaning you’re not wearing your usual work attire. The bare skin of your thighs brush together and sparks thrum up to your cunt at the barest hint of contact. The date hadn’t been going particularly well, but you had still been hoping to take the girl home for some fun.
Instead, you’re working, listening to Aleksander and Alina enjoy the company of another person - a person who isn’t you. Not that you stand much of a chance, competing with someone like Zoya. A silly sense of disappointment settles in your chest.
Red lights catch the corner of your vision. It’s barely even a conscious thought, your foot landing heavily on the break pedal. There’s a halt in the low conversation and soft giggles that had been occurring in the backseat. The ringing in your ears echoes in the silence as you wait for the lights to change.
Aleksander murmurs something to Zoya and Alina laughs. Too busy trying to focus on the road and calm your pounding heart, you can’t work out what any of them are saying - though you aren’t sure you want to hear them.
When you arrive at Zoya’s house, the three of them climb out of the car as you expected. But what you hadn’t expected was for Aleksander to reach around your seat and place a firm hand on your shoulder. You know he feels you startle at the contact.
“Keep the car running for us.”
Alina’s hands wander as she bids Zoya a good night, and stupid, shameful tears burn in the back of your eyes as you watch them in the wing mirror of the car. Aleksander takes Zoya’s chin between his fingers, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips and you force yourself to look away.
The drive to Aleksander and Alina’s house is mostly silent. The two of them exchange knowing looks that have nerves coursing beneath your skin. On several occasions, you catch Alina watching you with a smirk that makes you shiver. Aleksander seems as composed as ever, though there’s a glint in his eyes whenever he manages to hold your gaze.
The silence continues as you arrive at their front gates and as you drive into their large garage. They both get out first and you sit in the empty car for a moment to compose yourself. When you manage to gain enough courage to get out, you find the two of them waiting for you.
No words are exchanged as you walk by them both, heading towards your own car at the very end of the garage. The weight of their combined gaze makes you shiver. Aleksander’s voice is dark as he speaks in a low tone.
“You were sloppy tonight.”
The bottom of your stomach sinks and your footsteps halt.
“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“No. It won’t.” His response makes you look at him. “Lift your skirt up.���
Bafflement splays itself over your features as you turn your head to look at them both, blinking at his request. Embarrassment burns through your body when you remember you aren’t wearing any panties.
Warmth spreads over your cheeks as you do as he says, the cool air meeting your bare skin. At the sight of your bare lower half, Alina wolf-whistles lowly, a wide grin tugging at her lips, and your gaze drops to the concrete.
“Turn around,” Aleksander orders.
Vulnerability prickles over your skin as you turn, giving your back to Aleksander.
“Sir-”
“Bend over.”
“What?”
He places his hand on the nape of your neck, squeezing firmly and the force of his hand on your body has you tensing as your body submits to him.
“Bend over.”
He smacks your ass hard and a startled whimper escapes from the back of your throat. He does it again, a sharp sting burning over your skin in the wake of his hand. The metal ring on his smallest finger bites into your skin and a shudder rolls down your spine. Tears gather in your eyes, humiliation and desperate arousal filling your entire body, and the skin tingles from the impact of his hand as he hits you again.
He spreads your cheeks, pinching the flushed skin as he inspects the glistening slick gathered between your folds. With your cunt exposed, he lands another smack to your most sensitive area, his fingertips a hairsbreadth away from your clit and a wretched noise startles itself from deep in your chest.
“Please, sir,” you whine. They both laugh.
Shameful arousal pools in your stomach, embarrassment prickling over your skin as you shift your thighs together to relieve the ache in your core - earning yourself another smack from Aleksander. A broken moan reverberates in your throat and Alina sighs softly.
Glancing up at her, you see she’s leaning against the hood of her car, hands wandering over her bare thighs, fingers brushing gently against smooth skin and you swallow hard at the sight of her. There’s a dark, knowing glimmer in her eyes, mirth filling her expression and your cunt throbs almost painfully. Her ankles cross lightly, pristine heels side by side as she lifts her chin up to stare at you.
Aleksander continues spanking you, his large palms landing flat against your ass cheeks. He changes the speed and force regularly, never allowing you a moment to adjust to the rhythm.
Some of his smacks sting, pain prickling over your skin and dancing down the length of your legs, whilst others thud, jostling your entire body as pleasure rockets up your spine. His other hand holds a fistful of your hair, keeping your head up so that Alina can watch your expression change with each strike of his hand.
Tears drip down your face, splashing onto the smooth grey concrete beneath you and desperation heaves at your shoulders. Over the past week, they’ve kept you working so much that you’ve had no time to pleasure yourself - too exhausted after work to gather the necessary energy. As a result, shameful arousal now glosses over your thighs.
“What would you do if we left you like this?” Aleksander asks cruelly, and you feel the weight of his gaze on your poor, neglected little cunt. Whatever brittle dignity you have left, it snaps in your chest and you beg hurriedly in a broken whimper,
“Please don’t.”
Alina laughs and you squeeze your eyes shut. The sound of her heels clicking over concrete has arousal and anticipation stirring in your stomach. Then she takes your chin between her fingers, pinching hard. When you make a small whimper of protest, your eyes fluttering open, she pouts mockingly at you.
She exchanges a heated look with her husband and before you can react he pulls on your hair, straightening your back so that you’re pressed flush against his body. He wraps an arm around your waist, pinning you in place while Alina tugs at the straps on your shoulders, exposing your chest for her.
She sinks her teeth into the soft underside of your breast and a sharp sob catches in your throat as your cunt clenches uncontrollably. Pleasure and pain blur together as you writhe between Aleksander and Alina. The hard heat of his clothed cock presses into your back and all control you have over yourself spirals away from you.
Alina licks over your nipple, tongue tracing the bite marks left blooming on your skin and your heart pounds wildly as a familiar breathlessness descends. Tears spill down your face as her attention moves to your other breast. An animalistic cry shakes your body as she sucks hard on your nipple.
When her teeth nip at the hardened bud, pleasure thrums through your poor untouched cunt and your body plummets into an earth-shattering climax that takes everything from you. Sound disappears, your vision is consumed by stars and the frantic jerking of your body saps all your energy, leaving you exhausted.
Aleksander loosens his hold on you and instantly you sink onto the ground, pressing your head back against his thigh. He pets the top of your head, stroking your hair gently as Alina crouches down beside you.
“That was a big one, wasn’t it darling?” she coos softly, observing the haze in your eyes as your chest continues to heave.
“Alina,” you whisper weakly, reaching for her with shaky hands. Her expression melts somewhat, into something you’ve never seen from her before.
“Oh my lovely, were we too mean?”
There’s still an undertone of teasing as she pulls you gently into her lap. The bare skin of her thighs are smooth against your heated ass cheeks, but you whimper nevertheless at the contact. Alina wipes at the tear stains on your face.
“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, little dove.”
“Lesson?” you repeat with widened eyes. Aleksander nods.
“About being jealous.”
Heat burns over your face as you realise how transparent you must have been this evening. Alina nudges your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.
“That you’re our favourite toy to play with.”
“And that you belong to us. Only us,” he adds.
Turning to look at Aleksander, you realise that they must have heard you talking about your date with some other member of their staff. That the only reason they had called you tonight was to draw you away from your date. You’re not sure whether you should be flattered or annoyed with them.
Alina’s gaze is stern as she scours over your face, fingers squeezing at your chin.
“Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” you whisper, voice faltering.
She smiles, ducking her head forward to press a kiss to your forehead and your heart flutters in your chest. Her nose nuzzles slightly against your temple and you lean closer.
“You’re dismissed for the evening.”
You blink at her, feeling her words cut into your chest.
“W- What?”
“Alina don’t be cruel,” Aleksander says warningly. But you’re already withdrawing yourself from her arms, stumbling to your feet and moving towards your car on shaky legs.
Tears blur your vision and it takes every ounce of self control you have not to cry.
“Little dove,” he calls out gently. Swallowing hard, you blink back your tears and turn to face him. He beckons, curling two fingers at you. “Come here.”
He cups your face in both his hands, fingers hooking beneath your jawline as he looks down at you. His dark eyes draw you in, sinking into the depth of his gaze that is the softest you’ve ever seen him.
“You’ve been a very good girl tonight.”
A warm blush heats at your cheeks, spreading down your neck and the only response you’re capable is a bashful whisper.
“Thank you.”
“Do you think you can drive yourself home, or shall I ask Ivan to take you?”
“I’ll be okay.”
He smiles indulgently and he looks so painfully handsome that your stomach flips at the sight of him - a stark contrast to the man who had punished you so thoroughly. His voice is a low coo, and you’re tempted to sink back down onto the ground when he says,
“Of course you will.”
The smile that tugs at the corner of your lips is shy and you can’t hold his gaze for very long, which seems to please him. He walks with you to your car, holding the door open for you to climb inside. Alina trails behind him, gaze heavy on you.
Once the door is closed behind you, he taps on the window, and you press down on the button in the door, lowering the glass for him.
“You’ll take tomorrow off.”
You can’t remember the last time they allowed you a day off that you didn’t have to grovel for.
“Yes, sir.”
“I expect you to send us proof that our punishment was effective.”
Confusion sparks in your eyes as you look between him and Alina. It only takes a moment before she elaborates with a wicked glint in her dark eyes that roam hungrily over your body.
“We want photos of Sasha’s handprints on your ass and my bite marks on your tits. You think you can do that, baby?”
Words fail you, as does oxygen momentarily. Then you swallow hard, nodding jerkily.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She grins.
Even as you begin to drive home, you feel untethered, almost disconnected from your body. It’s only once you collapse onto your sofa at home, curling in on yourself, that you begin to feel some semblance of your own self creep back into your chest. As you close your eyes, you bury your face into a cushion in an attempt at hiding from the rest of the world.
Then your doorbell chimes, shattering your delicate moment of peace with its cheery tune. With a small groan of effort, you drag yourself up towards the door.
There’s no one at the front door, only a small cardboard box on your doorstep. A frown creases at your brows as you blink at it, eyes scouring your surroundings for a clue regarding the sender. Then you spot one of Aleksander’s staff cars, and see Fedoyr and Ivan standing next to it. Ivan looks as gruff as ever, his arms crossed over his chest, while Fedoyr gives you a small wave before the two of them disappear into the vehicle.
After scooping up the box and carrying it inside, you sit down on your sofa, placing it in your lap and peering at the contents. The items you find there make you blush as you inspect each one. There’s a pair of silk panties that are undeniably Alina’s and you bite down on your lower lip as your fingers caress the smooth fabric.
There’s a slightly worn t-shirt folded carefully in the box, a soft grey material that smells like Aleksander. Beneath that is an expensive-looking bottle of body lotion. Cracking open the lid, you inhale the sweet scent and immediately recognise the fragrance - one of Alina’s favourite perfumes. It’s a subtle, and almost primal, claim on you, purposefully wrapping you in their scent.
Underneath both of these items, there’s something that flusters you even further. A vibrator - much better than any other that you own, with countless settings and long distance device pairing options.
It’s these gifts that give you the motivation to drag yourself into the shower.
The skin of your ass cheeks is slightly inflamed and sensitive, so you decide to abandon the thought of wearing any underwear to bed tonight. Instead, you gently pat your body over with a towel and head into your bedroom.
Skin flushed from the heat of your shower, you sit down on the end of your bed, and begin rubbing your new lotion over your body. The scent makes you think of Alina - her hands wandering over your form, squeezing and pinching and thoroughly exploring you.
Slipping on Aleksander’s shirt, your stomach flips as you wonder how he would react at the sight of you wearing it. There’s a dull thrum of arousal between your thighs at the thought and your mind wanders towards the vibrator still wrapped in its box.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and soon the plastic packaging and the box itself have been discarded onto the floor as you study the vibrator and accompanying instruction booklet. It’s simple enough - downloading the app and linking it to your phone. It’s only when you’re scrolling through the app settings that you notice something in particular.
Paired Devices:
- Aleksander Morozova
- Alina’s iPhone ☀️
Heat burns over your cheeks, flooding down your body, and you flick off the app as quickly as possible - as if they might catch you staring at their names.
The thought of them receiving a notification when you’re using the vibrator - and using the opportunity to take control of your pleasure whenever they want - has a peculiar sense of debased intrigue fluttering in your stomach. Knowing the two of them, it’s likely they would use this power to ruin any orgasm you might hope to experience with the toy in question.
The sight of yourself in the mirror captures your attention and you can’t help but stare at yourself. Lifting the hem of the shirt, you blink at the figure posed in the reflection. Skin bright and glossy, widened eyes admiring the wild smattering of marks blossoming over your breasts, created by Alina’s teeth.
Dragging your lower lip between your teeth, you glance at your phone, remembering Aleksander’s demand regarding the effectiveness of their punishment. The skin of your ass cheeks is still tender, slightly uncomfortable against the rough texture of your old cotton sheets.
Turning your body, you snap a few photos of your figure in the mirror, darkened bruises forming on your skin from Aleksander’s firm hand. Almost entranced by the images you’ve captured, you take a few close-ups of your breasts, focusing on the dark arches pressed into your skin by Alina’s teeth.
It’s as you’re admiring the photos that your phone buzzes with a text message.
Aleksander M: Did you receive our delivery, little dove?
You: yes
You: thank you sir
With shaky hands, you click on a selection of your favourite photos taken tonight, and press send. There’s a few seconds before the read receipt appears beneath your message and the anticipation becomes too much. Squeezing your eyes shut, you click your phone off and place it face down on your bed.
Then there’s a soft buzz.
Aleksander M: Good girl
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Sliding your hands slowly up your body, you squeeze at your breasts, groping the sensitive flesh before you grasp lightly at your nipples. Sparks of pleasure thrums beneath your skin, need gathering between your thighs as you indulge yourself.
As your eyelids flutter closed, your mind wanders to the one surefire way of increasing your arousal. Thoughts of Aleksander and Alina fade in and out of your mind - flashes of their bodies, snippets of words and the way you burn with that dizzying mixture of arousal and embarrassment whenever they humiliate you.
One hand glides up to your neck, fingers wrapping around as much as you physically can. Aleksander’s hand would be so much bigger than yours, curling around the entirety of your throat, and you know Alina would squeeze with more force than you would dare to. A low moan of desperation catches in your throat as you slowly grind your hips upwards into nothing.
Tightening your hold on your neck, your other hand is free to wander over your body, playing with your nipples like Alina would. Slowly, you trace your hand down between your breasts, thumbnail scratching a line down the length of your body. With your eyes closed, you can almost imagine the delicate sting of pain is from the claw ring Aleksander wears on his smallest finger.
Desperate for an increase in sensation, you scrape your nails down your thighs, digging into the soft, sensitive skin there. As the need begins to impair your judgement, making your head grow fuzzy, you reach for your new vibrator.
The little device hums to life in your palm and vibrations run up the length of your arm as you slide it down over your stomach, anticipation pooling between your thighs. Then the toy meets your dripping entrance.
The whine that escapes your lips is desperately pathetic and your body burns at the sound of yourself. Greedily, you press it harder against your cunt, grinding mindlessly against the toy as the vibrations shudder up your body. A delightful haze clouds over your mind, removing everything except the near primal need building inside you.
The sensation builds inside you and eager anticipation rises to meet it. Ever since Aleksander and Alina had touched you that night in their garage, you’ve been unable to reach any sort of climax. It’s only now, using the toy they had bought you, that you’re beginning to feel the kind of pleasure you’ve been craving.
Then, abruptly, the vibrations stop.
A cry of frustration heaves at your body. You had been frighteningly close to the edge. Fumbling with your phone, you check the connection between the toy and your phone.
Connected to Alina’s iPhone ☀️
The temptation to throw your phone across the room tugs at you.
Alina M: enjoying yourself, little dove?
In a moment of violent confidence, you press record, you lower your phone camera down between your legs. The video you send her in response is only a few seconds long, focusing on your soaked cunt as you purposefully clench around nothing.
Alina M: naughty girl
Alina M: are you really that desperate?
Abandoning the useless vibrator, you slide your middle finger down to your entrance, collecting the sticky arousal that you find there with your fingertip.
Alina M: you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?
Shame spills over inside you, but it’s nowhere near enough of an incentive to stop touching yourself. Especially now that you’re slick enough to begin rubbing at your clit, needy circles over the swollen nub that have you shaking.
Aleksander M: little dove
Aleksander M: what are you doing?
Aleksander M: Alina is pulling that face when she’s teasing you
Aleksander M: is your cunt all drippy and needy for us?
The thought of Aleksander and Alina sitting next to one another, pressing kisses leisurely over each other as they send teasing messages to you, has you whining through gritted teeth.
With shaky fingers and a thoroughly distracted mind, you manage to type out a reply for him.
You: yes sir
He doesn’t appear to be any less enthusiastic, despite your rather limited response.
Aleksander M: good girl
Aleksander M: are you touching yourself?
You: yes sir
Aleksander M: poor thing
Aleksander M: you must be struggling now that Alina has turned your toy off
Seeing his message - confirmation that they are both witnessing your unravelling desire - has you increasing the speed of your hand, rubbing at your cunt fiercely. The wet sound of slick smearing over your clit and fingers has heat burning across your cheeks and down your neck.
Aleksander M: don’t worry little dove
Aleksander M: all you need to do is think about Alina holding you down on your bed while I fuck your little cunt open
Aleksander M: I’m certain that will help you
He’s right. Imagining Alina lying beneath you, with an arm around your waist and a hand around your throat, while Aleksander pushes his cock inside you, has your cunt trembling with need.
Dropping your phone down onto the bed, you squeeze your eyes shut, rubbing vigorously at your cunt as your climax slams into you. A whimpering cry escapes from you, as your back arches away from the mattress. The muscle in your wrist cramps, but you continue your motions as your cunt twitches.
Everything is fuzzy, warm heat flickering beneath your skin has you sigh, attempting to settle your breathing. Rhythmic spasms seize your cunt as your heart continues to pound and bliss slowly winds its way through your each and every limb, filling them with a sated heaviness that has you sinking back into the mattress.
With shaky, sticky fingers you wipe the evidence of your climax over your trembling thighs before typing out a response.
You: thank you sir
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On a typical night out with friends, you’re the designated driver - the responsible one who keeps an eye on everyone and makes sure everyone stays out of trouble. Tonight, you’ve somewhat neglected your usual duties, allowing yourself to be distracted by someone at the bar.
He seems nice enough - probably too nice for you - and he manages to hold your attention for a while, long enough for your friends to slip out of sight somewhere into the depths of the club.
Then you spot someone achingly familiar. Alina.
The moment you see her, your only thought is to catch another glimpse of her through the crowd. She’s sitting at a table in a darkened corner, tucked against her husband’s side. Aleksander’s arm is draped over the back of the leather sofa, his fingers grazing over her bare shoulder.
Alina’s dress is indecently short, and your gaze is fixed on her legs for a long moment. They seem almost glossy in the low light of the club and your transfixed at the sight of her. Her dress is skintight, giving you an ample view of her breasts pushed plump into the material.
They both stare at you unabashed. The weight of their combined gaze feels like hands over your body and you squirm in your seat, shifting your thighs together to relieve the ache that is growing in your core. The marks the two of them left on your body have almost completely faded and you can feel the absence of them.
Aleksander beckons to you and instantly you’re stumbling from your seat, bidding the man beside you a rather absent goodbye before you’re making your way through the throngs of people towards the couple.
When you finally reach the small sofa they’re sitting on, the courage you had mustered disappears and your gaze sinks to the floor. Staring down at your heels, you realise the music is much quieter here, providing a more intimate setting than the rest of the club.
“Um, hello.”
Aleksander nods faintly in greeting, taking a long pull of his drink. His features are shadowed in the low light, his eyes darkened as his gaze traces slowly down your figure.
“Good evening.”
“Having fun?” Alina asks. You shrug lightly, gaze falling again as her stare begins to unnerve you. Both of them seem to be taking advantage of your legs and cleavage on display, eyeing your body hungrily.
When you look up at her, she nods towards the man you had abandoned at the bar.
“You looked interested.”
You shake your head instantly.
“I’m not.”
Aleksander smiles indulgently.
“I told you, Alya, our little dove would be faithful.”
A frown creases at your brows, as you realise that they have been watching you - that they might have even sent that man over to talk to you. Alina hums lightly.
“I think I’d prefer some physical proof.” She holds her hand out, palm open expectantly. Confusion fills your features and she raises a dark brow at you. “Panties, darling.” She grins. “Unless you aren’t wearing any?”
After a quick glance at the small handful of people nearby, you reach beneath your dress and tug your panties down your legs before they drop onto the floor. You bend quickly, scooping them up and placing them in her waiting hand.
Alina tilts her head aside, staring at the fabric for a long moment, a wicked smile spreading over her face. Seeing your panties out in the open, for anyone to see, has shame brimming inside you. She opens up her clutch purse, dropping your panties into it. Then she reaches for you.
She pulls you into her lap, ensuring that your bare cunt is pressed against the heat of her thigh. Embarrassment warms your cheeks at the thought of the arousal already gathered between your folds, now smearing over her skin. Alina’s voice is low and dangerous as she murmurs into the shell of your ear.
“Any mess you make is getting cleaned up by your tongue. Understood?”
The thought of being forced onto your knees, in the middle of this club, to clean up your own arousal from her thigh - of being allowed to feel her skin with your tongue - has the hint of a moan creeping into the back of your throat.
“Y- yes ma’am.”
“If you draw too much attention to yourself, Aleksander will bend you over this table and give you a real spanking in front of everyone here.”
You tense in her hold. A real spanking? Meaning that what he had given you the other night hadn’t been considered a real spanking - despite it leaving you an incoherent mess on the floor of their garage. Aleksander’s laugh is velvet smooth.
“Alina, don’t scare our little dove. We don’t want her to fly away now, do we?”
They both share a wicked smile, their dark eyes glimmering with mirth, as if they know that you couldn’t leave them even if you wanted to. They would drag you back to them, kicking and screaming, and they would enjoy every second of it.
Desire thrums between your thighs as Alina’s hands toy at your breasts. She squeezes the soft flesh absentmindedly, occasionally rolling your nipples between the pads of her fingers as she talks to Aleksander. Their conversation is indecipherable to you, too consumed by arousal to focus on what they’re saying - not that they seem to be speaking to you.
They both offer you sips of their drinks, pressing chilled glass to your lips, and you’re forced to swallow the contents as they tip the liquid into your mouth. It isn’t long before you’re feeling tipsy from the concoction of alcohol given to you - and the intoxication of their presence.
Alina’s hands continue to wander over your body, though she appears to be particularly fond of your breasts. At one point, she slips the thin strap from your shoulder, pushing the fabric of your dress away from one of your breasts. The cool chill of the air stings your hardened nipple and you squirm, grinding down on her thigh. In response, she digs her nails into your skin.
A whimper catches in your throat and your head swims with a heady need that clouds over your thoughts, eliminating anything that isn’t focusing on Alina and the pleasurable pain she’s offering you. The stickiness between your thighs grows until the ache of your empty cunt is the only thing you can focus on.
If you had the tiniest bit more coherency, you might have been concerned by your lack of concerns.
“Darling,” Alina says softly, hooking a finger under your chin. “Look at that.”
She tilts your head down to look at the space between your legs, where your cunt has been leaking over her thigh. Shame prickles over your skin as you struggle to stammer out an apology for making such a mess. Her thumb circles over the heated apple of your cheek.
“Don’t worry your silly little head over it. You’re going to sit at my feet and clean up your mess like a good girl, aren’t you?”
You nod, slipping down onto the floor to nestle between her legs. The taste isn’t particularly pleasant, but you’re glad of the opportunity to feel her skin beneath your tongue. The thought of being allowed to bury your face into her wet cunt makes you moan softly.
She leans back in her seat, draping one arm over the top of the sofa. She rests the elbow of her other arm on Aleksander’s shoulder, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Her nails scratch lightly at his skin and he turns to give her an adoring smile.
Even when all evidence of your arousal is gone, you continue to lick over her thigh. Glancing up at her, you decide to risk moving over to her other thigh. She grasps a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up to face them both. They both stare down at you as Alina threads her fingers through your hair.
Aleksander leans into his wife, nuzzling his nose against her cheek before he says quietly,
“I think it’s time for us to head home, Alya.”
“No, don’t,” you whine, pressing your forehead against her knee. “Please, don’t leave.”
Aleksander pets the top of your head.
“Little dove, you’ve been so good this evening. Do you really want to ruin that by being a brat, now?”
Tears fill your eyes as you shake your head, and Aleksander mimics the motion mockingly with a small pout of fake sympathy. He catches one of your tears with the pad of his thumb, eyes darkened as he observes your pitiful state. When your gaze falls onto the sizeable bulge beneath his trousers, you swallow hard.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper weakly.
“Come here.”
He holds his hands out for you to take and he helps you stand on incredibly shaky legs. Then he pushes the skirt of your dress up over your hips. His eyes flutter closed as he breathes in deeply, his nose almost directly level with your cunt.
“Little dove,” he murmurs softly. “I can practically smell how wet you are.”
He parts your folds with a delicate brush of his fingers, spreading you open with the hint of a touch that makes you whimper for more. Then he presses his fingertip against your entrance and the breath halts in your lungs. He sinks his finger inside you and your poor cunt quivers at the sensation of being filled.
Aleksander groans quietly, a deep sound that makes you shiver, your cunt tightening around the intrusion of his finger.
“Alya, come feel this.”
His words make your eyes widen, glancing over at Alina as she slides over the smooth leather seat to sit practically on her husband’s lap. She reaches between your legs, cooing demeaningly when you whine at the feeling of her finger squeezing inside you alongside Aleksander’s.
Alina curls her finger, stretching your walls as Aleksander brushes against a particularly sensitive area, and a broken moan escapes your lips. She grins at you and all you can do to escape them both is close your eyes, completely at their mercy.
“Oh Sasha,” she sighs. “She would never be able to take your cock.”
A pathetic, breathy whine of protest heaves at your body. Merely the thought of having Aleksander’s cock inside you has your cunt gripping their fingers. He smiles darkly.
“But she looks so eager for it.”
Alina laughs.
“Of course she is.”
Driven by need, you buck your hips forwards, seeking an ounce of friction for your neglected clit. A weak cry of frustration bubbles in the back of your throat when you’re unsuccessful.
Alina’s eyes are locked onto your chest, staring at your stiff nipples poking through the fabric of your cheap dress. She licks her lips, gaze flickering up to meet yours and the hunger in her expression makes you moan.
She smiles, using her other hand to circle your clit. Her smile widens when you cry out, painful pleasure sparking through your stomach as she rubs your swollen clit. After being untouched for so long, the firm pressure of her fingertip has you gasping loudly.
“What did I say about drawing attention to yourself?” she asks, her motions unfaltering and you clench around their fingers once again.
The thought of another punishment has nervous anticipation creeping over your skin. Tears bloom in the corner of your eyes and they both breathe out quiet moans, equally aroused by the sight of your tearful expression.
“Go tell your friends you’re going home.”
If your friends notice anything unusual in your expression when you speak to them, they don’t mention it.
It’s a relief that all Aleksander’s cars have black glass. The moment you reach their car, Alina is tugging you inside, pulling your dress off. The fabric drops into the footwell of the backseat, alongside your heels. Aleksander follows behind you, bending your body over his thighs. His hand squeezes at the back of your neck as his other hand lands hard against your ass cheek.
Alina strokes your hair, reaching out to squeeze at your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples as Aleksander continues spanking you. His strikes drive the air from your lungs, leaving you whining and desperate, your cunt clenching rapidly around nothing. The sheer memory of their fingers exploring the wet heat of your cunt has you teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Not to mention their quiet musings.
“Such a filthy girl, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Of course she is, Sasha. Look at the mess of her cunt.”
The rough fabric of his trousers graze against your exposed clit as you writhe in his lap, gasping and whimpering. Sparks of pleasure hum beneath your skin, your limbs tensing as your body scrambles towards your climax.
“Please, please, please.”
A pathetic whimper escapes your lips and Aleksander grasps your hair, pulling you up so that you’re straddling his waist. His hips roll upwards as he adjusts his position beneath you, his bulge pressing directly against your desperate cunt and you cry out at the sensation.
A gasp steals the breath from your lungs as Aleksander pushes a finger inside you. The stretch almost seems too much, overwhelming you in the best way. Still, Aleksander’s finger seems too big for you.
“I can’t-”
“Yes, you can,” Aleksander insists.
“We’ll have to train your little cunt, hm?” Alina suggests, smoothing stray hairs away from your forehead. “Buy some toys to stretch you out, so you can take his cock.”
He crooks his finger inside you and your mouth drops open as he begins to thrust into you, fingertip brushing against your most sensitive spot with every twist of his wrist. His forehead grazes yours, a stray lock of his hair tickling your skin. Each of his breaths flutter against your cheeks, as you pant against his lips.
Alina reaches over, rubbing at your clit perfectly and you begin to fall apart, cunt clenching rapidly around his finger. The wet sound of your slick smearing over their hands has heat flickering over your body as your hips jerk forwards involuntarily. Through gritted teeth, you cry out, and spiral into a dizzying orgasm.
Aleksander keeps working his finger into you, but Alina abandons your clit, opting to fondle your breasts as you catch your breath. She kisses over your neck and jawline, teeth gnawing little marks into your skin.
The loss of Aleksander’s finger inside you makes you whimper, even as he smears the mess of your arousal over Alina’s thighs. Seeing her thighs on display, your slick glistening over her skin, makes you ache and reach for her. She smacks your hands, a sharp sting against your skin that makes you withdraw instantly.
“Did I say you could touch me?” she asks.
You duck your head bashfully.
“No ma’am.”
“Stick your tongue out.”
Cheeks burning, you do as she says. Aleksander grasps a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards. He leans over you, a string of saliva dropping from his lips to your waiting tongue. When he releases your hair, Alina holds onto your chin, leaning down to spit into your mouth as well.
She leans backwards against the door of the car, admiring the sight of you looking so ruined with a wicked grin.
“Now, keep your tongue out for me, like a good girl.”
Aleksander grasps onto your hair again, tugging your mouth between Alina’s thighs. Both of you moan as your tongue meets her cunt. She grinds her hips upwards and you lap eagerly at her dripping entrance, feeling her twitching against your lips. Aleksander’s grip tightens on you as you moan quietly. He doesn’t let you up for a moment of air - not that you would even want it.
She groans loudly when you begin to suckle on her clit, tracing over the swollen bud in quick circles with your tongue. Her hand joins her husband’s in your hair, the two of them holding you against her cunt. As you press your tongue down on her clit, she tugs on your hair and the pain prickles over your scalp, drawing a moan from you.
Her breathing quickens, jerky gasps and small cries as she thrusts her hips forwards, cunt chasing your mouth. She writhes, both legs locking around your shoulders, drawing you even closer to her as she scrambles towards her climax.
Her cheeks are flushed, a healthy rose glowing over her skin, dark hair cascading over her shoulders as her chest heaves in air and your heart stops at the sight of her. Aleksander seems just as entranced as you are, leaning forward to kiss his wife thoroughly. Seeing the two of them entangled with one another had desire sparking inside you once again, your mind growing fuzzy as the events of this evening finally begin to take a toll on you.
Alina scoops up a coat that had been lying on the backseat, draping it over your shoulders as Aleksander slips out from beneath you. The scent of the coat immediately allows you to identify the owner - Aleksander. She stays with you in the backseat, while Aleksander moves into the drivers seat. It feels strange, having him drive you home instead of the other way around - as it usually is.
Alina retrieves your keys from your purse, pressing both of them into your hands before she buttons up the coat you’re wearing. It isn’t long before he’s pulling up outside your house. Aleksander opens up the car door by your side, reaching into the footwell to slip your shoes back onto your feet. He extends his hand towards you, helping you out of the car.
It’s only once you’ve closed your front door behind you that you realise your dress and panties are still with Alina and Aleksander.
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From that night onwards, Aleksander and Alina can’t keep their hands off you. There isn’t a single drive completed without one of them pushing your head between their thighs or slipping a hand beneath the waistband of your trousers to edge you.
Fogged up glass and leather seats have now filtered their way into your dreams and there’s scarcely a moment where you aren’t thinking of how Aleksander’s cock feels in your mouth or how Alina’s cunt squeezes around your fingers when she climaxes.
It comes to a point where you’re beginning to run out of panties - since them seem particularly fond of stealing yours. Until one day, where Aleksander holds out his hand expectantly and you falter. He raises a brow at you and a flush rises over your cheeks.
“I’m not wearing any.”
Alina grins wickedly and you just know there’s a mocking remark at the forefront of her mind. There’s a pause and you scramble to think of something to fill the sudden silence.
“I could give you my bra?”
Aleksander smiles widely.
That night, you try not to think about how neither of them have ever kissed your lips.
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“Alina,” you whine desperately, as the vibrations inside you rocket up to a level you’ve never experienced before. Gritting your teeth, you fight the tears blooming in the corner of your eyes, knowing it will only encourage her.
“Quiet, little dove. We don’t want anyone else to see you so pathetic, now do we?”
You shake your head hurriedly.
It truly was naive of you to believe that she had invited you to join her for lunch with no ulterior motive. Of course she would use the opportunity to torture you publicly, slipping a vibrator inside you to have you at her mercy.
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Aleksander is painfully attractive with his sleeves rolled up. He’s been talking about the latest adjustments made to Alina’s car for the past few minutes, but you’ve barely heard a word of what he’s been saying.
How can you? When his thick hair has been ruffled so casually, his hands adorned with small smears of black grease, firm forearms on display as he speaks. His hands themselves maintain a hold on the majority of your brain functions.
Thoroughly enraptured by his image, you don’t notice him reaching forwards until he grasps onto your chin and your eyes snap up to meet his. He chuckles darkly.
“I see I have your attention now.”
You flush.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He hums in response, unconvinced. Then he reaches down to unbutton his trousers and your mouth waters in anticipation as he pushes you down onto your knees.
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Looking so attractive should be illegal. Aleksander and Alina have tucked themselves into one another, mid-conversation with their group of friends at a gala. As a member of their staff, you’re forced to watch from the sidelines as Aleksander wraps his arms around her middle, nodding absently at whatever is being said.
Without looking down at her, one of his arms trails up her body, casually cupping her jaw. Her own hands cling to his forearm draped around her waist. Even from this distance, through the throngs of people, you can see her back arching to subtly press her ass cheeks against the front of his trousers.
When the thin strap of her dress falls down from her shoulder, Aleksander hooks his finger beneath it without looking, fixing it back into place as he leans in to kiss her neck. Her eyelashes flutter, heady gaze locking on yours from across the room and you shiver.
Then, another hand traces down Alina’s arm, rubbing familiar circles over her bicep as Nikolai Lantsov steps closer, pressing a kiss in greeting to her cheek. Alina smiles widely at him and you stiffen. She loops her arms around the back of his neck and his hands settle on her waist as her body sinks into his. Alina’s dress is backless, meaning his hands are on her bare skin, and a tension fills your shoulders.
When he withdraws from her, Aleksander holds out his hand to Nikolai and the two of them shake hands, drawing one another closer as their handshake dissolves into a hug. Nikolai squeezes Aleksander’s shoulder between his fingers as they embrace and something in your chest twists.
Seeing Nikolai between them both - where you want to be - has an antsy feeling prickling over your skin, urging you to get away from the sight before you do something rash.
Exiting the main hall where the gala is being hosted, you breathe deeply in an attempt at settling your temper. Consumed by your thoughts, you’re caught off guard mid-stride in a deserted corridor.
“What have we told you about being jealous?” Aleksander asks, his hand curling around your throat as he pins you to the wall.
He tightens his hold on your neck, squeezing gently and your cunt clenches around nothing as you whimper. Alina strokes her hands over her husband’s shoulders, smiling at the sight of you so helpless.
“Come on, little dove. Don’t tell me you’ve gone mindless already.”
“Sir,” you whine. He smirks darkly.
“I’m barely touching you.” He nudges your legs apart, slotting his thigh between them. Arousal is already clinging to the scrap of lace against your cunt. “Perhaps a little incentive will encourage you to find your words for us.”
He slides his leg upwards and they both laugh when you grind down on the trouser-clad muscle.
“I- I’m not jealous,” you protest weakly.
Alina smirks, raising a brow at you.
“No?” She brushes a loose strand of hair away from your forehead, hand dropping down to grope beneath your dress. “Then why don’t you let us introduce to some of our friends? Maybe Nikolai?”
A whimper catches in the back of your throat and you shake your head, biting down on your lower lip. They both laugh as your cheeks burn hot.
“Now, are you going to apologise for your behaviour?” Aleksander asks as he releases his hold on your throat.
His words make you recoil instantly, practically insulted at the thought of apologising for doing barely anything wrong.
“What? No.”
The look they both give you has an ice cold shudder running down your spine and you almost whimper at the intensity of their gaze. This might be the first time you’ve ever outright refused them and it doesn’t feel as empowering as you had imagined when you first started working for them.
Aleksander keeps his hand on the nape of your neck, while Alina grips your elbow, and the two of them steer you outside. They stand close by as you retrieve the car keys from the valet, their eyes watching your every move as you shift nervously.
When you reach the car, Alina opens the back door, gesturing for you to get inside while Aleksander retrieves something from the back of the car. She swats your ass cheek as you climb in, startling you, before she slides in beside you.
When you see what Aleksander is holding, a fine piece of black rope, your stomach flips.
“Give me your hand,” he demands in a low tone.
Hesitantly, you offer him your left hand, which he takes in his own, looping the rope around your wrist.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper in a tiny voice.
Aleksander halts his knots and looks up at you, his eyes soft.
“I know you are, little dove. But we need the lesson to sink in this time.”
Once the rope is secure around your wrist, Aleksander guides your arm backwards so that he can tie it to the base of the headrest behind you. Then he reaches for your other hand, while Alina opens up a bag, pulling out a vibrator, and you realise what they’re planning to do with you.
“Please, I’m sorry. I said I was sorry.”
Aleksander takes your chin firmly between his fingers.
“If you had been a good girl, and had done as you were told, you wouldn’t be in this situation, now would you?”
“No,” you whimper weakly. Aleksander smiles indulgently, continuing tightening the rope around your wrist.
“No, you wouldn’t.”
Alina connects the vibrator to her phone, turning it on and trailing the end of it down your inner thigh as she parts your legs. The sensation is slow but it thrums heavily up to your cunt. She turns it off as she reaches the puffy lips of your cunt, easing it slowly into your entrance. A tiny bead of sweat rolls down your calf as she stretches you open so intimately.
A weak cry escapes your lips when she turns it on again. Pleasure shoots its way up your entire body, burrowing into your chest and prickling over the back of your neck. Liquid bliss drops down your spine, blooming in your abdomen as you writhe at the onslaught of sensation. Aleksander watches you intently.
“Shall I tie her legs up as well, Alya?”
Alina tilts her head aside, considering his question, and you whimper. Then she shakes her head as a wicked smirk spreads over her features.
“I like seeing her squirm.”
Alina sinks a hand into your hair, tugging lightly so that you meet her gaze. Then she says a quiet voice that makes you shiver,
“You can come undone as many times as you want, but I want you to know that you’re the one paying for the seat to be cleaned afterwards.”
Shame burns through your body, hot molten pooling down between your thighs, dripping over their expensive leather seats - a custom design by Aleksander himself.
He leans in, his fingers brushing against yours as his nose traces along your jawline and you breathe in shakily. Then you feel a loose piece of rope being nudged against your fingertips.
You blink at him. He’s giving you an out.
Aleksander presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“Be good for us.”
This is worse than anything. Knowing that you could free yourself. Knowing that you’re at their mercy one hundred percent willingly. Tears gloss down your cheeks and you know you’ve painted a pitiful picture of yourself - and that they will be enjoying every second of it.
The next few hours seem to drag on forever.
When they return, you’re an incoherent mess. Make up thoroughly smudged, mascara and tears staining your cheeks, and sweat glossing over your skin. The entire car smells of sex; the scent has probably embedded itself into the leather.
Alina hushes you, taking the vibrator out gently. When the rough lace of your panties brushes against your sensitive clit, you flinch and she removes your underwear instantly. Their hands on you are the only thing keeping you upright as Aleksander unties your wrists.
“Who do you belong to?” Alina asks in a low whisper.
“You. Both of you.”
Aleksander kisses your forehead.
“Good girl.”
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Alina climbs smoothly into the back of the car, leaning around your seat to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Happy birthday, little dove.”
A frown creases at your brows as you turn to look at her, blinking in surprise even as your stomach flips at her gentle gesture of affection.
“I- Thank you.”
She grins, leaning back into her seat and clicking her seatbelt into place. Baffled at her affectionate greeting - and by the fact that she remembered your birthday this year - you put the car into gear and set off towards their house.
When you arrive, Alina takes your hand, tugging you through the garage, towards the door which leads into their house. Her fingers slip through yours as she moves up the three little steps, disappearing into what you assume is their hallway.
Aleksander is there holding the door open, and he inclines his head in the direction of the hallway which you can now see leads further into their house.
“Come on, little dove.”
You blink at him. None of their drivers have ever been invited into their house and very few Morozova employees are even allowed into the building.
“Inside?” you ask. He nods.
Faltering at the threshold, you look down at your feet, eyeing your worn old boots cautiously. Then you glance nervously at Aleksander.
“Should I take my shoes off?”
He tilts his head aside for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching, before he nods.
“If you don’t mind.”
Bending over, you unlace your boots and nudge them over to the side of the hallway while Aleksander walks towards the living room. He shrugs his suit jacket from his shoulders, folding it over the back of the sofa.
Alina smiles at you, nodding towards the kitchen.
“Drink?” she asks you. You blink at her.
“Oh, um, no thank you.”
“Would you like a tour?”
Thoroughly confused, yet eager to see more of their private space, you nod. They show you the dining room, the patio space, the pool room. Everything is just as luxurious as you expected. The last room they show you is their bedroom.
Aleksander sits down at the foot of the bed, his legs spread comfortably and you ache at the sight of his thighs, eyeing your favourite place to sit. Then he beckons to you.
“Come here.”
Anticipation prickling over your skin, you sit down beside him. Alina retrieves something from her beside cabinet, slipping a smooth cardboard box into your lap. Once you’ve loosen the lid, revealing the contents hidden beneath luxury sheets of tissue paper, Aleksander presses a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Happy birthday, little dove.”
You stare down into the box, eyeing the delicate silver choker there.
“I-”
“It’s just a little something,” Alina says quietly. “To remind you of who you belong to.”
You turn to look at her sharply, holding her dark gaze for a long moment.
“Would you put it on for me?” you ask.
There’s a small click as the clasp closes, the metal encircling your throat perfectly. They exchange a heated look and desire blooms in your stomach. Alina’s hands wander slowly over your body, cupping your breasts and casually circling her thumbs over your clothed nipples.
“Alina…” you whisper in a desperate plea.
“What do you want?”
“You. Touch me, please.”
She leans in, kissing you passionately. A moan of pure relief wracks through your body as you sink back onto the bed, Alina pushing you down to lie beneath her. Fuelled by need, you grind your hips upwards to meet hers as she straddles your waist.
Her hands slip up your shirt, grabbing eager fistfuls of your breasts, searching for your nipples. When she finds them, she tugs, your back arching at the sensation. Her mouth descends onto your neck, pressing kisses over the sensitive skin there. But she’s kissed your neck countless times. Now that you’ve tasted her lips you’re desperate for more.
Even now, she can’t resist teasing you, lifting her head up out of reach as you try to kiss her again. A whine catches in the back of your throat and she laughs softly. She doesn’t keep you waiting long, ducking her head down to kiss you again which pulls a moan from you.
You think you might be addicted to her lips.
Aleksander curls his fingers around the nape of your neck, pulling your face towards his. His mouth moves slowly against yours, swallowing each of your moans.
He kisses along your jawline, nipping lightly with his teeth which leaves a trail of blooming marks over your skin. He licks over your collarbones, a small sound of pleasure catching in his chest. He murmurs a quiet admission against the hollow of your throat.
“I want you to say my name.”
There’s no hesitation.
“Aleksander,” you whisper. He groans.
Alina shares a look with her husband and they appear to exchange some sort of silent conversation. Then she slides her leg around your waist, flipping you over so that you’re on top of her. Aleksander places his hands on your waist, tilting your hips upwards.
The head of his cock slides against your entrance, slowly carving a space for himself inside you. A desperate whimper catches in your throat at the burning stretch and your forehead drops down to press against Alina’s shoulder.
“S’too big. Aleksander.”
“You’ve seen Alina take me before, haven’t you?” he asks, a breathless edge to his voice.
They both share a grin when you nod, reminding all three of you of the intimate moments you’ve witnessed between them both.
After the initial stretch, the wet slick of your arousal helps Aleksander to slide deeper into you, drawing out a near pornographic moan from your chest. Pleasure floods up your spine, filling your head with a heady bliss that clouds your thoughts.
When you glance down between your open thighs, noticing he’s only halfway inside you, a weak sob of frustration heaves at your shoulders.
“Alina. It’s too much.”
She shushes you, brushing a stray stand of hair from your forehead.
She breathes out a soft moan, pressing her palm against your stomach - directly over the place where Aleksander’s cock is buried inside you. When she applies a little more force, you squirm at the sensation.
“Sasha,” she sighs, her voice breathy. “I can feel you inside her.” Her teeth tug at your earlobe. “Don’t you feel full, little dove?”
You nod hurriedly.
Aleksander grits his teeth into a near snarl, jaw muscles clenching as he pushes the last few inches of his cock inside you. He breathes out harshly, a rushed exhale that you feel brushing over your shoulder before he groans at the feeling of being completely consumed by the heat of your cunt.
“That’s our girl. Our good fucking girl.”
His words stumble out of him and your cunt clenches at the praise. He presses a line of kisses over your shoulders, lips suckling on your skin before his tongue traces over the marks left there.
A broken moan reverberates through Alina’s chest, her head tilting back into the plush pillow beneath her head. With her neck bared, you can see every throb of her pulse as it pounds under the delicate skin of her throat. Aleksander breathes out a soft laugh.
“Can I tell you a secret, little dove?” he murmurs against your cheek, soft breathy pants accompanying his words. You nod hurriedly. “Alina is just as pathetic as you are.” His hand grasps your jaw, turning your head so that you’re face to face with Alina. “Look at her.”
Alina’s cheeks are burning red, flushed brighter than you’ve ever seen them. There’s a bashfulness in her expression that she’s trying to hide, but the way her eyes bounce from your chest to your lips - avoiding your eyes - tells you everything.
Aleksander tightens his hold on your hip, grasping a fistful of your hair as he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, filling you perfectly with his cock. The slow roll of his hips has you drooling over Alina’s collarbone.
“And I think I can unravel her just by bumping your pretty clits together.”
Alina’s messy cunt slips beside yours, swollen bundles of nerves catching against each other. The subtle scrape of pubic hair grazes both of your sensitive buds, making the two of you gasp and writhe.
“What do you think, Alya?” he asks. The dark mocking in his tone is so familiar, but you’ve never heard it directed at Alina. From the small whine that catches in the back of her throat, this is a rare treat for her.
Her nipples brush against the soft curves of your breasts, occasionally nudging into your own nipples as you grind together. Each of Aleksander’s thrusts have you knocking against Alina’s clit, violent sparks of pleasure winding the coil tighter inside you.
Aleksander breathes out a laugh, though he chokes on it slightly as your cunt tightens around his cock. Arousal sticks to your thighs, though you’re not certain whose it is. Alina’s eyes flutter closed, her mouth drops open and her brows crinkle together.
“Alina, please,” you whisper.
She bursts beneath you, crying out as she climaxes. It doesn’t take much more for you to follow alongside her, cunt clenching rapidly around Aleksander’s cock. You arch into their bodies, writhing between them.
Alina’s breathing is rapid in your ear, little shaky gasps as she begins to come down from your simultaneous highs. Aleksander breathes out harshly, his cock still rigid inside you as pleasure thrums around your body. He slowly eases himself out of you with a low groan.
“Look at these perfect little cunts. All wet and needy for me.” He traces his fingertip over the curve of your ass, hands spreading your cheeks so that he can examine your dripping cunt. “Which one should I fill with my cum?”
Alina whines.
“I’m your wife,” she protests petulantly.
Aleksander hums absently, mock indecision playing over his features. Seeing the woman who delights in belittling you brought down to your level - a needy whimpering mess - is painfully arousing.
“But our little dove has been empty for so long. Don’t you want to let her go first?”
Alina looks up at you. The two of you lock eyes with one another and one thing is abundantly clear - she does not want you to have Aleksander’s cum first. Her eyes darken and she reaches for your throat the moment your mouth descends onto hers in a hungry kiss.
It’s primal - the way you grasp at one another, hips bucking, nails digging into plush skin. Her teeth nip at your lower lip, drawing a small groan of frustration from you. Abandoning her lips, you move your attention down to her breasts, dragging your teeth over her skin.
She smacks your thighs, leaving a heated prickle of pain in the wake of her palm as you continue to kiss her body. The hold you have on her hips is fierce, reddened marks biting into her skin as you press your thigh against her soaked cunt. Alina tugs on your nipples, twisting the sensitive buds painfully.
She knows your every weakness, but your actions are fuelled by the months of teasing she’s put you through. In this moment, it appears you’re at a stalemate. Evenly matched in your ferocity to push the other into submission.
When you glance over at Aleksander, he’s fisting his cock, gripping the base with white knuckles as he watches the two of you struggle with one another. His eyes meet yours and a shudder runs through your body.
He shifts forwards, moving between your thighs, manoeuvring you to lie draped over Alina with your legs spread wide. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance, stroking it against your twitching cunt, and you moan desperately.
Aleksander slams his hips into yours, filling you completely with one thrust which steals the breath from your lungs, toes curling as you cry out involuntarily. Every ounce of control you have over yourself disintegrates, subconsciously giving your body over to the two of them completely.
“Aleksander,” you cry weakly.
Alina grips your throat, while Aleksander continues his determined thrusts into your tight, wet cunt. The sound of skin slapping and the scent of sex hangs heavy in the air. They praise and degrade you constantly and the burning heat of pleasure and pain swims under your skin.
Aleksander swats your ass, the plush skin jostling with the motion of his hips combined with his smacks. Everything fades away, until you can only hear the wetness of your cunt and the rushing of blood in your ears. The world narrows down to the pleasure between your legs.
Alina’s hands are on your breasts, tugging on her favourite part of you. After months of being denied the two of them, being between them now is borderline overwhelming.
Every time Alina’s lips meet yours for a kiss, your cunt tightens. The feeling of clenching around Aleksander’s cock has pleasure shooting through your body, especially when his thrusts nudge the head of his cock against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
A sharp cry of their names, and several loud curses, escape your lips and you grip onto Alina’s waist, nails biting into her skin as you writhe between them, your body hurtling into a dizzying climax.
Aleksander continues to drive his cock into you, wrecked moans reverberating from deep in his chest as he grasps onto your hips. He keeps you held open for him, ignoring your whimpers as your cum seeps from your abused little cunt.
His hips go still as he orgasms, his cum spilling into you and he breathes out a soft moan. Aleksander lowers his forehead down onto your shoulder, damp strands of hair tickling your skin while he revels in his own high. A giddiness fills your chest and a bright smile tugs at your lips.
When he pulls out of you, the feeling of his hot cum slips from your cunt, dripping down onto Alina’s. There’s a dull ringing in your ears and all the tension in your body seems to melt. With shaking hands, you reach down to her clit, using your release to rub slow, slick circles that have her writhing beneath you.
She gasps your name and the fuzziness in your head seems to double in its intensity. Aleksander’s hand joins yours, guiding your motions to help you bring Alina to her peak. She moans deeply, back arching as she succumbs to her orgasm.
Her chest heaves, nipples brushing unintentionally against your chest as she catches her breath. There’s a shakiness in your limbs and you collapse weakly onto Alina. She threads a hand slowly through your hair, tracing distracted circles over your skin.
The warmth of Aleksander’s body disappears as he lifts himself up from the two of you, standing at the foot of the bed with his hands settled on the sheets. His gaze is heavy on you both as Alina nudges you gently, until you’re sitting up on their bed beside one another.
Alina tilts her head, glancing over at her husband. She leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear, mischief dancing in her dark eyes.
“Should we lick his cock clean?”
Biting down on your lower lip, you nod at her with a soft, excited laugh which she shares. Aleksander tilts his head at you both, a curious twinkle in his dark eyes. He smirks.
“What are you two giggling at?”
Lowering your gaze coyly, you smile at him as Alina squeezes affectionately at your throat.
“Nothing, Sasha.”
His cock twitches and your stomach flips.
Alina moves towards his cock first, licking a broad stripe up from the head to the base, her nose brushing against the collection of dark curls there. The soft groan from Aleksander is all the incentive you need to join her.
The two of you lick over his softened cock, tongue lapping up the mixture of cum - both his and yours. The sticky substance smears over your lips and you mouth over his cock, occasionally meeting with Alina’s mouth for a sloppy kiss.
Aleksander’s cock jerks at the sight before him and he takes hold of the base to tap the sticky head of his cock against your cheek. His cum smears over your face, and your cheeks burn at the demeaning action. A delighted smile tugs at Alina’s lips before she licks up the mess from your face with a pleased little hum.
He ducks his head down for a messy kiss. The three of you settle down at the head of the bed, swapping each other’s mouths between one another - sucking on lips and tracing tongues. They both reach between your thighs, scooping up the arousal clinging to the lips of your cunt and sucking the remains from their fingers as you lie together on their bed.
The next morning, you wake up nestled between them both with silk covers draped over your body. There’s a pleasurable ache between your legs. The skin of your ass cheeks and thighs are sensitive when you shift slightly, tender skin brushing against the smooth sheets.
Alina hums quietly beside you, sleepily wrapping her arms around your waist. She drops a light, sleepy kiss onto your shoulder. Her other hand is already holding a fistful of your hair, keeping you close to her.
Aleksander sighs, his hand slipping between you and Alina, sliding down your back. There’s a dull sting when his fingers brush against the scratch marks there. He kisses your collarbone gently. He places a few slow kisses over your neck, his nose nudging against the numerous marks bitten and bruised into your skin from the events of last night.
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“What do you think of it?” Aleksander asks, looping his arms around your waist as you admire the newest addition to the garage.
The car in front of you is magnificent, sleek edges, painted a pretty pearlescent cream that shimmers in the cool light. Unlike Alina’s favourite car, there’s four seats, though it has a similar luxurious design.
“It’s beautiful.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth at your praise. “Have you thought of a name for it?”
He hums quietly with a small nod and you turn to him expectantly. He shares a look with Alina and his smile widens.
“Dove.” That single word makes your heart skip a beat. Then Alina grins.
“Would you like to christen it?”
Biting down on your lower lip, you nod with a smile. She takes your hand, tugging you over to towards the car.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
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Hi, please feel free to read my fic “Moi Soverenyi”! Feedback is appreciated!
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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Hi there! I'm Anne, and I see you've stumbled upon my humble corner of he internet. Below is a masterlist of all my imagines, to make searching a bit easier!
Requests are:
Open [✔]
Closed [•]
Rules:
1. No smut for the boys because I am canonically a lesbian <3 At most I will write fluffy stuff for them.
2. Only parental/platonic/sibling imagines for Wylan because he is my precious gay child.
3. No age gap, no incest (because yuck wtf), absolutely NO teacher x reader, however 'legal' it may be.
4. Only tame kinks in smuts (Like praise, degradation, choking at most. Mommy kinks to a definite minimum.)
5. I am hopeless at poly imagines and relationships so please- don't-don't ask for them.
Character lists below the cut <3
Zoya Nazyalensky
Miniseries
First Bench Pt.1
First Bench Pt. 2
First Bench Pt.3
First Bench Pt.4
First Bench Pt.5 (TW)
First Bench Pt.6 (Coming Soon)
Fluff
Touch Starved
After Hours
Hot Chocolate
A Little Too Much
Smut
Angst
Parent
Alina Starkov
Miniseries
Fluff
I’m Here
Serial Cuddler
Sick (Coming Soon!)
Smut
Angst
Dear Alina
Parent
Little Disturbance (Darklina)
Malyen Oretsev
Miniseries
Fluff
Angst
Parent
Aleksander Morozov
Miniseries
Fluff
Angst
Parent
Little Disturbance (Darklina)
Genya Safin
Miniseries
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Beautiful Girl in a Broken World
Parent
Nikolai Lantsov
Miniseries
Fluff
Angst
Parent
Tamar Kir-Bataar
Miniseries
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Nadia Zhabin
Miniseries
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Kaz Brekker
Miniseries
Fluff
Angst
Parent
Jesper Fahey
Miniseries
Fluff
Angst
Parent
Wylan Van Eck
Miniseries
Parent/Platonic/Sibling
Inej Ghafa
Miniseries
Face In The Crowd Pt.1
Face In The Crowd Pt.2
Face In The Crowd Pt.3
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Parent
Nina Zenik
Miniseries
Fluff
Just How You Like It
Dance With Me
Smut
Tease
Angst
Parent
Matthias Helvar
Miniseries
Fluff
Angst
Parent
Little Crow Series
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Ships (Child!reader)
Malina
Genyadavid
Zoyalai
Work Break (Coming Soon!)
Helnik
Kanej
Tamadia
Wesper
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#shadow and bone#fluff#smut#angst#parent#parent imagines#child!reader#fem!reader#nina zenik#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#kaz brekker#female y/n#nadia zhabin#tamar kir bataar#zoya nazyalensky#nikolai lantsov#malyen oretsev#alina starkov#aleksander morozov#genya safin#masterlist#x reader#female reader
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MODERN AU DARKLINA FIC RECS
yeah...another one lol this time inspired by bin bon’s new music video. tried something new for this one by putting fics in categories but i will say they're pretty loose categories since there's quite a bit of overlap (i'd say 90% of modern darklina fics have plenty of smut 👀 and mal bashing) and i got lazy by the end. here are some of my recs for darklina modern AUs & as always thank you to all the lovely writers in the fandom for feeding us during the off season 💛💛 p.s you can find all my fic rec lists here.
come for the smut stay for the plot
ABSOLUTE by twilighttomidnight
“Good.” Genya hummed, unrepentant. “I hope I’m ruining all your virginal fantasies. They never live up to your expectations so why not have a skilled older man induct you into the world of sin and be paid handsomely for your time while you’re at it?”
GAMES by persephoneselene
Alina gets more than she bargained for with Wall Street tsar Aleksander Morozova. (or: Astrology GF Alina, Stockmarket BF Sasha)
GUDENE SKRATTET by madismen
You don’t need love to get married. Alina marries Mal as part of the peace deal between their families. After a year of misery and a stubbornly flat stomach, Uncle Sasha steps in to rectify the situation.
ROYALS OF NEW YORK by starwarringavengers
Alina Starkova is leverage in Aleksander Morozov's war against the Starkov Family. She is leverage, and nothing more. They both get emotionally attached.
workplace romance
SUITS!AU series by secretsarenotforfree
An authoritative voice, lightly accented and full of power even when kept low for secrets sake, his back to her. A briefcase so neatly made it had to be bespoke. The tall bob of the top of just criminally beautiful hair. Puzzle pieces. Alina’s favorite. Especially when she was given the chance to assemble them into a whole.
MOROZOV PUBLISHERS!AU series by lrcee
Alina Starkov is rising in the publishing world. Singlehandedly responsible for rewritingediting the hottest book of the year, she lands a coveted spot at Morovoz Publishers. It's the position she's always wanted, at the biggest publishing house in the country. That crush on her boss though, that's gotta go.
INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS by lrcee
“So then what are you accomplishing?” Alina snaps. “What, tangibly, is the UN? An umbrella that comes down when it rains?” Alina has cut her teeth on war zones and crises. She can decipher multiple languages; she can get people to divulge precious information with ease. So why, then, can she not handle Ambassador Morozov?
these crack me up
A VAMPIRE'S GUIDE TO THE 21ST CENTURY by bedpostsongs + clowsan
In which Aleksander is a literal millennial and Alina might have bitten off more than she can chew taking him home for the night.
THE FIGHT WE NEVER HAD by poethrotsvitha
For the first time in her life, Mal has gone somewhere that Alina can't follow. She has no one left in the world- or so she thinks, until Aleksander Morozova shows up on her doorstep with an offer she would be a fool to refuse. (In which Aleksander oh-so-helpfully steps in to assist newly widowed Alina with anything that she might need, even if she doesn't know she needs it yet)
srynotsry mal
GOOD WIFE by sugarshakes
Alina tries to be a good wife, she really does.
DON'T KEEP LOVE AROUND by larry_hystereks
She wishes it was his fault, but really she only has herself to blame. (or: Alina cheats on her boyfriend with the hot bartender she can't seem to stay away from)
NEEDY by macdav
It starts out small, simply wanting to save what’s left of her marriage, and with Dr. Morozova, she feels as though she’s making progress. Until he suggests she leaves her husband. Suddenly the hand he so graciously extends to her starts finding its way into places it doesn’t belong.
NO REST AT THE KINGDOM by kneeinjury
This is Mal's fault. This is his fucking fault, and she’s just trying to be a decent wife, but ever since she got laid off he only seems to think of her as his personal errand girl and if he insists on treating her that way then he should at least be where he says he’s going to be and why won’t he answer his phone goddammit?
MILLION DOLLAR MAN by amplifierverse
"Yes, but not from my best friend. He's my—” Alina stops, bites her tongue. Genya snorts, and says oh so innocently, batting her unfairly long eyelashes at Alina, “Your new daddy?” (Alina's foster mother brings home her new boyfriend. Things get a little complicated for Alina, after that)
romance movie vibes
THAT'S WISHES ONE, TWO, AND THREE by starlessmistake
Aleksander is a famous musician. He's also hopelessly in love with his personal assistant, Alina.
A CONSTELLATION TO STIR MY HEART by littleloststar
“Alina, listen,” he sighs, “the fact is, I’ve got way too much money and I’d like to spend some of it on you. If you want." (or: A super indulgent good-times-only Darklina sugar daddy AU)
SUGARFULL by silberias
He’d heard her curse, the little gasp she gave as the wind nearly took her off her feet, and hesitated for only a moment before dashing back into the rain with his umbrella already halfway open again. “Keep it,” he’d said with a warm smile, taking her old ratty umbrella from nerveless fingers and wrapping her hand around the handle of his.
CEREBRAL by lord_janley
"Mama fell down," says his son's voice, small on the phone. Had put it on speaker initially, thinking it would be his usual babbling about dinosaurs. Or planes. Or space. Anything but this.
AS WE KNOW IT by larry_hystereks
A horrible accident leaves Alina and Aleksander to raise their friend's baby as their own. The only problem? They’re not even together.
THE PRAYER OF GOING NOWHERE by kneeinjury
"Just friends. I promise. There'll be an open bar." It’s been almost six months since they started sleeping together and she hasn’t fallen hopelessly in love yet; she supposes one outing together won’t undo her completely (or: The FWB au)
1-800-MISS-UR-GUTS by kneeinjury
It’s been over two years since Aleksander moved to Seattle, which means it’s been over two years since he dumped her in her apartment and broke her heart (or: The breakup makeup fic)
PLAY by inky_pens
When Alina's preschool is forced to shut down at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, Aleksander propositions Alina, in more ways than one, to stay with him and his son during lockdown.
IT'S A DANGEROUS GAME by ohwastelandbaby
Left as the only witness to a heist, Alina Starkov is in need of protection from a band of criminals out to get her. What Agent Kirigan offers her, is far more complicated. bodyguard!AU
PAST LIVES (SHADOWS & PROMISES) by stargurl28
She hasn’t seen him for years. This number probably isn’t even in service anymore. She’s not even certain why she calls. She sobs when he says her name, that way, the way only he can. Between her sobs, she manages to whisper, "I should have waited for you, Sasha."
THE BREADTH OF HIS DOMAIN by sexypicard
Alina tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in line. As her own boss, she set her own hours, but it was the principle of the thing. She demanded no less of herself because she happened to be self-employed — and that was perhaps why she was so annoyed with the man in front of her.
#darklina#alarkling#the darkling x reader#alina starkov#darklina fic#shadow and bone#grishaverse#shadow and bone netflix#alina x aleksander#alina x the darkling#ben barnes#darklinadaily#darklinafics#darklina smut#darklina fic rec#darklina au#darklina modern au#shadow and bone fanfiction#fic rec list#ficrec#11:11 really manifested 2K fics in the tag#vicioux fic rec
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I am now ready to write both Euphoria and Shadow And Bone fanfics so send requests <3
NO SPOILERS FROM THE GRISHAVERSE BOOKS THO, IM READING THAT SHIT AND IM ALMOST FINISHED WITH THE FIRST ONE SO STFU
#euphoria#fezco x reader#fezco smut#fez x lexi#hboeuphoria#shadow and bone#six of crows#kaz brekker#alina starkov#aleksander morozova#the darkling#general kirigan#the darkling x reader#ben barnes x reader#angus cloud#inej ghafa#kanej has my whole heart#darklina supremacy.
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My Masterlist
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AMC IWTV:
Gif by @sommerspage
Nibbles (Armand x Daniel Molloy, fluff, cat fic)
Love bites (Armand x Daniel Molloy, Daniel's daughter walks into him and Armand having sex. Cracky, funny, spicy. Slightly NSFW)
We are never getting back together (Loustat, Armand x Daniel Molloy, crack, humor with a touch of fluff and vandalism against Lestat's hair)
The Vampire at Mary’s (Lestat x Daniel Molloy, smut, vampire bites, Lestat as Daniel’s maker, NSFW)
Of Love and Other (over the counter) Drugs (Armand x Daniel Molloy, sick fic, domestic fluff, crack)
The Adventures of Baby Claudia
Baby Claudia and The Vampires (Loustat, baby fic, fluff, human au, rockstar!Lestat, New)
Teething Troubles (domestic fluff, humor, playground shenanigans, Claudia bites people, New)
First word (Lestat and Louis fight to be Claudia’s first word)
Claimed Series:
The Claim (Armand x Daniel Molloy, smut, semi-public sex, PWP, seriously just pure filth NSFW)
The Reeling (Daniel remembers)
The Affair (Prequel. Daniel runs, Armand finds him. Unethical smut ensues. Very NSFW)
The Aftermath part I (Daniel is dying, Armand needs to make a decision)
Part II (Daniel wakes up as a vampire)
Part III (The inevitable end. Smut, rough sex, dirty talk, very NSFW)
The Lesson (somnophilia, rape/non-con elements, minor character death, threesome, kinda. Very NSFW)
The green-eyed monster (Daniel discovers jealousy. Armand takes it better than expected. NSFW for vampire sex and general horniness. New)
Various Storms and Saints Series:
Part I (all human, loustat modern day, criminal au. Rough sex, consensual non-con, knife kink, VERY NSFW)
Part II (armandaniel/ the devil's minion, role play, power play, rough sex, consensual dub/non-con. VERY NSFW. New)
And They Were Roommates Series:
Part I: The Roomie (armandaniel/ the devil's minion, crack, humor, fluff, all human, college au)
Part II: The Saboteur (loustat, Lestat having a crush on EVERYONE, Louis being infinitely patient and wise)
The Grishaverse:
Grisha don't get sick (modern setting, fluff, blurb. Can be read as Darklina or Darkling x reader)
Can I keep you? (Kaz Brekker x Reader, soulmate AU, fluff)
Just mortal (Darkling x Reader, post Rule of Wolves... Kinda. Aleksander being his dramatic self, fluff)
Plan B (Darkling x Reader, plotting and manipulation, the darkling might actually be outplotted this time)
Upside down soy iced caramel macchiato (Darkling x Reader, coffee shop au, Aleksander the simp, Ivan the long suffering, fluff)
Untouchable (Kaz Brekker x Reader, smutty)
Eat me, Drink me (Halloween special, darkfic, Aleksander Morozova x Billy Russo x Reader threesome, non-con, NSFW)
Like real people do (Halloween special, Aleksander Morozova x Reader, haunting, fluffy, just a tiny bit creepy)
Sleeping Beauty (Darklina Darkfic, non consensual somnophilia, breeding kink, NSFW)
Starstruck (Modern AU, Actor!Aleksander Morozova x Reader, size kink, NSFW)
Logan Delos:
Ex Machina (Logan x Reader, darkfic, knife play, non-con but not really, NSFW)
Marvel Cinematic Universe:
Matt Murdock
Begin again (Matt x Reader, first date, first kiss, fluff, new)
Vigilante shit coming soon
Billy Russo:
Ghosted (angst, break-up fic, drunk calling but make it drunk breaking and entering)
The Pretender (SAB/The Punisher crossover, Billy Russo x Alina Starkov, NSFW)
Good in Bed (jealous Billy, spanking, rough sex, size kink, blurb, NSFW)
Asshole's first Halloween ( Halloween fic, Billy Russo & Asshole the cat fluff, humour)
Eat me, Drink me (darkfic, vampire twins Billy and Aleksander, non-con, threesome, NSFW)
Itsy bitsy Spider (Black Widow!Reader, spicy, unresolved sexual tension)
Bloody Butterflies (Halloween special, darkfic, succubus!Reader, NSFW)
Shelter from the storm (blurb, fluff, cuddling for warmth, office romance, love confessions)
"Sanctuary" Trilogy
Being a sister to a sociopath like Krista Dumont isn't easy. Until a stranger knocks your door in the middle of the night and things get way more fun... NSFW
"Hopeless Romantic" Series
Dark!Billy, NSFW, Canon typical violence
Loki/Tom Hiddleston:
Fearless (Loki x Reader, fix-it, fluffy)
About You (Tom Hiddleston x Reader, friends to lovers, fluff)
On the Balcony (Tom Hiddleston x Reader, semi-public sex, NSFW)
Peter Parker: (requests closed)
Series:
Take me home (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, complete)
Fireproof (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, complete)
Fine Line (Peter Parker x SHIELD agent!Reader)
Bad Together Discontinued
Mercy On Hiatus
Blurbs and One-shots:
Willow (Peter Parker x Villain!Reader, songfic, fluff)
You & I (Peter Parker x Reader, angst with happy ending, fluff)
Stargazing (what it says on the thin. Fluff)
Dating Peter Parker would include
Peter Parker Cute Alphabet
Peter Parker NSFW Alphabet (NSFW)
Lab partners (Stark!Reader, Fluff, your typical Field trip to Stark industries fic)
Not so good at sneaking around (Stark!Reader, Fluff and humor, Teen and up)
Change your ticket (NSFW, Stark!Peter x Reader, implied Dom!Peter)
Just say "yes" (Fluff, Marriage proposal)
One of The Boys (Fluff and humor)
Bratty b**** (NSFW, Dom!Peter, dub-con but not really, roleplay)
Black Magic Girl (NSFW, Dom!Peter, sex under a spell so dubcon)
The Intervention (Stark!Reader, meddling dad!Tony, first kiss, fluff)
Blind Date (Valentine's day fic, coffee shop au, fluff)
Small talk (NSFW, slight bondage, Dom/sub undertones)
De do do do, de da da da (ALL THE FLUFF)
Halloween Special (darkfics)
We Suck Young Blood (NSFW Threesome: dark!Peter parker x dark!Harley Keener x Reader)
La Danse Macabre (NSFW Peter Parker x reader)
Reptile (NSFW, dark!Steve Rogers x Reader)
Season of the witch: Halloween Special vol. 2
Yandere!Peter headcanon (dark!Peter Parker, NSFW)
The girl in white (Arvin Russell x reader, NSFW)
The uninvited (vampire!Tom Holland x Reader)
Bloodletting (Mob!Harrison Osterfield x Reader, dark, non-con, character death, NSFW)
Biting down (Tom Holland x Vampire!Reader, NSFW)
Lullaby (dark!Peter, yandere, dub/non-con, NSFW
Miscellaneous:
Revenge is a dish best served vibrating (Natasha & Yelena, siblings being siblings, crack)
Living proof (Stark!Reader, Fluff, Father- daugther relationship)
Going to California (Arvin Russell x Reader, smutty)
Get Gone (Cherry x Reader, angst. Based on a true story)
Heartfelt (bar musician!Harry Styles x bartender!Reader, fluff with a tiny bit of angst, Valentine's day fic)
Harrison Osterfield Masterlist
Tom Holland Masterlist
#the devil's minion#armand x daniel molloy#the vampire armand#loustat#lestat de lioncourt x louis de pointe du lac#iwtv amc#iwtv 2022#amc interview with the vampire#smut#fanfiction#darkfic#matt murdock#kaz brekker#shadow and bone#peter parker#tom holland#harrison osterfield#loki
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Hey babee. I am soo happy your requests are open :)) can you write a darklina x reader smut fic? I'm ok with any dialogues or scenario from the list, all upto you. Thanks xx
Oooh, I haven't written Darklina x reader yet. Sure!
I moved this one up on my list a bit too lol
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Toying with You
Part of the Glitter & Gold AU
Pairing: Modern!Darklina x Fem!Reader
Summary: After spending the night at Nikolai and Zoya’s house, you wake between Aleksander and Alina. It isn’t long before their hands begin to wander.
Warnings [18+]: smut, fingering, use of sex toys (vibrator), mentions of sexual activities (spanking, bondage, sex toys, overstimulation)
A/N: set immediately after Like A Diamond, not extensively proofread
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Even on your days off from work, you often wake up early. It used to frustrate you a little, being unable to enjoy a long sleep in, but this morning you find yourself glad you had woken up a couple of hours after sunrise.
After the events of last night, your body had been cosy and sated as you lay between Aleksander and Alina, though with the knowledge of their presence - and their bodies so close to yours - it hadn’t taken long for need to blossom in your core.
Luckily, the two of them had been in a similar mindset, taking turns to press soft kisses to your neck and along your shoulders as they talked quietly. Aleksander’s morning voice is low and husky, while Alina’s is soft and heavy. They both settle into your mind easily, filling your head with debauched thoughts and fantasies, especially when they begin to tell you about their personal preferences.
Neither of them like being spanked, though Aleksander admits that he enjoys giving someone a spanking - as long as his partner is enthusiastic about their enjoyment. With her delicate hands, Alina can’t muster the same level of force as her husband, so she prefers to use toys for impact play. There’s a dark mischief in her voice that makes anticipation thrum beneath your skin at the thought of being at their mercy.
They tell you that the punishment Aleksander likes to give Alina usually consists of bondage and overstimulation, the mention of which makes your thighs tremble. Imagining Alina, her hands bound to their headboard with silk ribbon, her legs spread as Aleksander makes her come undone innumerable times, has you grinding against the mattress.
Then Alina rolls over, reaching into the bedside cabinet drawer to retrieve something.
She pulls your panties aside, moaning lowly when she finds the fabric soaked with your arousal. A whimper escapes your lips as she parts your folds, an awestruck expression filling her eyes as she looks down at your squirming body.
“Can Sasha have a feel of you, baby?”
You give her a rather dumbfounded nod, turning to glance at Aleksander as he slips his hand into your panties. His fingertip circles your clit eagerly and you buck your hips forwards at the sensation which makes them both laugh quietly. The look they exchange between one another has desire thrumming through the flushed bud of your clit.
“Such a mess already, milaya,” Aleksander coos with an indulgent smile. “Would you like Alina to play with you a little?”
Breathless from their attention, you nod again.
There’s a low hum that buzzes to life and you realise what Alina had retrieved from the bedside drawer - a vibrator. She tilts her head aside, watching your expression turn expectant and she runs the toy down the length of your inner thigh. The vibrations have pleasure prickling over your skin and desperation pools in your stomach. An deep ache gathers in your core as the idea of her pushing the toy inside you consumes your thoughts.
She only indulges you once you begin to beg weakly, tugging on her wrist to place the toy where you need it most. The amount of arousal smeared over your thighs and mount has a soft flicker of embarrassment brushing over your cheeks, though they both seem pleased at the sight of you so wound up. Aleksander holds onto your hip, keeping you in place as she pushes the toy into your dripping cunt.
The vibrations have you whining loudly, the end of the toy nudging a hairsbreadth away from your most sensitive spot, making you grind your hips upwards in an attempt at pushing it deeper - much to their amusement.
Then, much to your confusion, Aleksander hands your phone over to you, turning it on for you and instructing you to google a particular brand. Heat burns down your body and your cunt clenches rapidly around the vibrator when you realise they want to shop for sex toys with you - right now.
It’s unbelievably hard to concentrate on anything, as they compare the merits of particular toys, considering what they could do to you - or each other - with the toys displayed on your screen.
Alina nestles her body closer to yours, slipping her hand between your thighs to push the vibrator deeper inside you. A low moan catches in your throat as the buzzing sensation thrums against your sensitive walls and your eyes flutter closed, your teeth gritted tightly.
“Do you not like that one?” she asks quietly, nodding towards your phone as her nose traces over the shell of your ear.
Lying on your side, facing away from Alina, with your phone in your hand, you struggle to focus on the image on your screen. At Alina’s question, Aleksander lifts his head up slightly from the pillow. From his place beside you, he can’t see the image though it seems to have roused his interest nonetheless.
“Let me see, milaya.”
Heat prickles over your cheeks as you tilt the device backwards for him to look at. His brows furrow lightly as he studies the image, though there’s a playful glimmer in his dark eyes when he says,
“Explain it to me.”
Subconsciously, your hips roll forwards, seeking some pressure against your dripping entrance. The vibrations of the toy inside you and the arousal smearing over your thighs has your body burning with heat as you stare at the silicone toy on the screen in front of you.
“Well…” Alina strokes her hand down your abdomen, fingers grazing over the soft hairs there and you struggle to gather together the words necessary for an explanation. “That end would go inside Alina, and it would vibrate, while the other end would go inside me.”
He hums quietly, a thoughtful expression on his face as he refuses to acknowledge the waver in your voice.
“Or,” he suggests. “We could slip the vibrating end into you, press that little nub in the centre against your pretty clit, and lie you down on your back so that Alina can fuck herself with the other end.”
The breath halts in your chest at the thoughts spilling into your mind, thoroughly inspired by Aleksander’s suggestion.
While Alina’s teeth drag over your earlobe, you imagine her straddling your lap, breasts bouncing as she moves up and down over the toy that would be inside both of you.
A shiver runs down the length of your spine at the sensation of her suckling the soft skin beneath your ear. Aleksander slides his thigh between yours, pressing the firm muscle against your cunt.
The world blurs momentarily and a desperate noise escapes your lips. He asks you several questions about the toy, his voice light and conversational as if your mind isn’t melting into a puddle. He asks you to explain how many speed settings there are and the dimensions of both ends of the toy.
Alina’s breathing is heavy against your shoulder as Aleksander muses quietly about whether she would prefer the thicker end for herself. She whimpers at the teasing lilt in his voice and you ache at how casually confident he seems. Alina buries herself into your back, her arms winding tightly around your waist so that she can rock her mound against the curve of your ass.
“Put it in the basket, baby,” Alina whispers against your neck, a desperate edge to her voice as she trails a slow path of kisses along your thundering pulse. Her teeth graze over your skin, a sign that she’s being drawn into your pleasure as she bucks her hips greedily over your curves.
Aleksander takes your chin between his fingers, guiding your eyes up to lock onto his as he scours your expression for any discomfort. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes and you squeeze them shut tightly. He appears to notice the slight softening of your brows as you blink rapidly, the edge of your orgasm spiralling in your stomach.
His hand settles on the soft plush of your thigh, occasionally gripping onto your hip, pinning your twitching cunt down against the flexing muscle of his thigh. Heart hammering in your chest, you grasp onto them both, gripping Alina’s arm and scrambling at Aleksander’s chest as your pleasure peaks. The back of your head knocks against Alina’s shoulder as you writhe between them both.
A gasp catches in your throat as you climax, a small moan breaking free from deep in your chest as you come undone over Aleksander’s thigh. The feeling of your cunt twitching, the fine hairs on his leg brushing against your skin, has you shivering as the waves of pleasure roll through your body.
Alina turns the vibrator off once your whimpers turn sharp, your body on the edge of overstimulation - which you aren’t particularly in the mood for this morning.
The two of them continue to layer soft kisses over your skin as you slowly come down from your high. A bead of sweat traces its way down the length of your calf and you can feel another on your hairline where you had pressed your face into the pillow. Heat flows beneath your skin as your heart pounds a steady rhythm, fuelled by the dizzying orgasm.
It takes quite some time for you to sit up with the intention of going to the bathroom. Alina offers to help you make the walk, which you decline with a shy smile.
For a long moment, you sit on the toilet seat, staring at the faint grooves in the wood of the closed door, painted a glossy white that shines in the low light. There isn’t a single part of your body that doesn’t feel warm and blissfully light.
They are both sitting up in bed when you return, Aleksander leaning against the headboard with an arm splayed behind his head, whilst Alina sits at his side, facing him, with her legs crossed and her brows furrowed as her thumbs fly over the screen of your phone.
The door shuts smoothly behind you and the two of them lift their heads to look at you, slowly walking over the plush carpet towards them.
“What are you doing?” you ask her.
“Adding Aleksander’s card to your phone’s wallet.”
“You don’t need to do that,” you insist quietly as you reach the edge of the bed. “I can pay for my own things.”
“We know.”
Aleksander takes hold of your chin, leaning forward to kiss you gently. After one brush of his lips against yours, he furthers the kiss, sinking his hand into your hair to pull you closer and you clamber over the sheets towards him.
“I want to spoil my girls,” he admits between kisses. “Let me spoil you.”
“And ruin you a little,” Alina adds with a small laugh. You grin at her, turning your body so that you’re lying between the two of them.
“Okay.”
She smiles widely, reaching to grasp the back of your head to kiss you, her tongue swiping over your lower lip.
After weeks of fantasising about the two of them, with teasing touches and conversations that have left your panties soaked, the fact that you can reach out and touch them - kiss them even - seems surreal.
Alina traces her fingers gently over your inner thigh and you hum quietly in pleasure as your eyes flutter closed and the side of your head sinks into the space between her neck and her shoulder. Aleksander presses a kiss to your temple, his hand smoothing down your side.
There’s the sound of movement downstairs in the kitchen, no doubt from Nikolai and Zoya as they begin to assemble breakfast for their guests, and hunger stirs in your stomach at the thought of the spread that will soon be awaiting you at the dining table.
Alina stands, shrugging on the silk bathrobe that has been hanging over the chair beside the vanity table. She smiles at you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead and you lean into her touch eagerly.
“Breakfast?” she asks.
You nod with a smile.
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Thanks for the tag @amarillis39!
How many works do you have on AO3?
15
What’s your total AO3 word count?
396687
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Currently, write for the Harry Potter fandom but I've recently branched into the Grishaverse fandom. Prior to this, I dipped my toe into the Marvel fandom, and then way back in the 2010 FFN cesspit days, I wrote for (I am showing my vulnerability here, be kind) the Mortal Instrument fandom and Twilight.
... I know, but we stan personal growth.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1) The Fuckening
2) Moribund
3) Bohemian Nights
4) The East Wind Blows (abandoned...maybe)
5) Dangerous Game - Collab with the beautiful @annavek94
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I am so bad at this. I used to reply to every one, but with my job, time isn't a luxury that I have. Sometimes when I have a spare five minutes, I'll try and catch up, but that's rare. I'm thinking that on the final chapters of WIPs I'll do a tour through the comment sections. But yeah, in short, no I don't reply to everyone, I'm useless, but I read and value everyone like gold dust.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
A couple of days ago, I would have said one of the Twilight ones, but they're all gone now. I love leaning into angst, but I don't think I have any angsty endings yet - mainly because the WIPs aren't finished. Of the oneshots, maybe Songbird - it's not exactly a HEA, but a bittersweet broken happiness. The Devil's Strawberry again was an imperfect HEA.
Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
None and I don't really have any plans for one atm.
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Aye, The Fuckening and 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. In the Fuckening there were a couple people who just straight up were like, this is the worst thing I've ever read - which, I mean, I respect the bluntness of it. But one of the other reasons I stopped replying to comments was the insidious gatekeepers, of which, are regulars in that comment section. With TNBC, there were one or two Dramione antis, but mainly a lot of homophobic hate and it was entirely on FFN.
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I have no idea how to answer this tbh. Yes, I have a couple spicey one-shots and multi-chaps. Moribund and Bohemian Nights were specifically written for this purpose. Everything else is more plot-driven with spice in, and the smut will depend on the context of the story.
With Songbird, it was more about the emotional connection rather than the sex. The small dappling of it in Devil's Strawberry was definitely more abstract and about the magic.
But the other two, they're just straight-up, gratuitous porn.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yep, Songbird is currently being translated into Portuguese by a wonderful Kiddo0008.
What’s your all time favorite ship?
Dramione yes, definitely the OTP. Nottpott is a very close second thanks to @olivieblake. Further to that, Darcy x Steve Rogers holds a comforting old-timey charm that I love. Darklina is so seductive, I can't even. Sterek and Merthur are definitely darlings. But tbh, I'm open to giving most pairings a try. Love is love.
What's a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
The East Wind Blows. I still have the plot in my head, I know where it'll go and I think it could be really fun. I'll have to go back over what's already been done because I started it a couple of years ago and my writing style has changed.
What are your writing strengths?
Worldbuilding - I get lost in the lore quite a lot, hence the word counts. And scene-setting, which ties into worldbuilding. I love going to the reasons why certain places are named the way they are etc. Everything is done with intention.
Tension and suspense - Every time I have a tense scene to write, my English teacher pops into my head. I was very fortunate to have her, she instilled some fantastic lessons, the main one being namely: stick to the rules until the rules no longer work for you. In tension and suspense, the rules hinder. So break them. Art is art, write with emotion, not equations.
The Quadruple P (and pestle) - Purple prose. I like words and I like using prose to paint the scene I'm setting and the world I'm building. I am unashamedly the purple cape crusader.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Scene changes and transition scene - I have to stop myself from writing every minute arbitrary detail like 'he walked up the curb and the looked for the shop etcetcetc'. Skimming over those transition scenes feels weird and like I'm cutting something short, even though it's the best thing to do for the narrative.
Dialogue - ugh, how do people speak.
Being concise - it's a problem. I want to be able to write a 1.5k story.
Plotting - I tried plotting, I can't. I get bored of the story and don't write it. I'm just embracing that I'm a Discovery writer at this point.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Depends. I think dialogue in other languages can add another layer to the story, acknowledging that yes, there are lots of languages out there etc. Particularly if the scene is set in a different country where the native language isn't English, in my case. Granted, I don't think major plot points should be discussed because they might be missed by some readers, but I think it's definitely good to acknowledge the language of the country setting or of the character. I'd even go as far as to do phonetic spelling with accents if the character is a non-English speaker and it lends to their character and isn't a characterisation of the language. Depends on how immersive you want the story to be.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
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Twilight, but we don't talk about those days.
What’s your favourite fic that you’ve written?
Fuckening mainly because I'm having so much fun with the lore and mythos. It's been such a challenge, but worth it. Bohemian Nights is just pure wanderlust, smutty indulgence and my happy place. Whiskey Whispers was the funniest thing I've written and such a good time. But I think Call to the Void may get into the top 3 if I can pull it off.
Tagging: @simplifiedemotions @andgladly @amixedwitch @priorityskinshipping-blog @underdarkeningskies and anyone else who'd like to
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Tagged by @binaryeclipse
How many works do you have on ao3?: I have two accounts— because I have two longish fics on hiatus on one and I felt guilty posting other things djsjxjsjs. So in total 14!
What’s your total ao3 word count?: 169,751
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?: Agent Carter, Fallout: New Vegas, Detroit: Become Human, Cyberpunk 2077, Destiny 2, Loki series and The Wayhaven Chronicles.
What are your top fics by kudos?:
1. Continuously, Without Interruption (pwp) (CP2077)
2. The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (DBH)
3. Honey, I’m not much of a dancer. (but for you I’ll try) (Agent Carter)
4. Exit Wounds (CP2077)
5. A concession (Loki series)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?: yes I do respond to comments even just to say thank you!
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?: no angst ending only happy unless you count the ones people are waiting for me to update
Do you write crossovers?: nope!
Have you ever received hate on a fic?: no, I did get some very critical comments on a chapter of my DBH fic which ended in me pulling and rewriting the chapter… the story was better for it but that shit HURTED.
Do you write smut? If so what kind?: mostly of the pwp with feelings variety. I don’t get very kinky and if I can’t visualize the characters being intimate I just??? Cant write it. Sometimes I write indulgent and very explicit porny fics and sometimes it is very emotional and less slutty LOL. Ive written a TON of porn for the Obey Me fandom on @belpheroo
Have you ever had a fic translated?: yes! Someone translated Cont., Without Interruption into Russian and I think someone started working on translating my DBH fic but have not seen it posted.
What’s your all time favorite ship?: currently it is darklina, which I have never even written for. I also enjoy reylo and ATTEMPTED a fic and ultimately gave it up. I’m a huge fan of interactive fiction and x reader fic so— my fav ship is my self insert with my fav character?! LOL
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?: My agent Carter fic… I just can’t get back into that mindset. I’m worried my last chapter of my DBH fic will go the same way.
What are you writing strengths?: I’ve been told portraying romantic and platonic banter/chemistry and that I’m good at invoking all the senses in scenes. Makes them feel tactile in the readers mind.
What are your writing weaknesses?: 🙃 finishing. I always have the ending preplanned and everything follows a flow and an outline and then I start daydreaming my next project and move on before things are done.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in your fics?: I don’t do it very often or I cop out by italicizing the words and saying what language they are speaking. I included some Japanese in one of my CP2077 fics but it was like— one word sentences.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?: on ao3 it was dragon age 2. That fic has since been orphaned!
What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?: ehhh I’m not sure. I like a lot of my TWC fics especially the one titled “Sense”. My DBH fic holds a special place because I spent so much time on it.
Tagging: UHHHH idk who all has an ao3 account in my mutuals?! CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED— feel free to @ me as your tagger so I can read your answers!
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Fandoms
I have experience writing these fandoms:
-The Shadowhunter Chronicles by Cassandra Clare (all series but especially the Mortal Instruments)
-Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
-The Nikolai Duology (King of Scars) by Leigh Bardugo
-The Grisha Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo
-The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson
-The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater
-The Folk of the Air by Holly Black
-Peaky Blinders (BBC)
-The Alex Stern Series (Ninth House) by Leigh Bardugo
-The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh
-Curse Workers by Holly Black
-Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
-The Modern Faerie Tales by Holly Black
-Star Wars (mostly prequels and the clone wars)
-Haikyuu! (anime)
-Zankyou no Terror (anime)
-Young Justice (TV show)
-Matched by Ally Condie (albeit a freakishly long time ago)
-Legend by Marie Lu (also a long time ago)
-Divergent by Veronica Roth (another one where it’s been years)
-Merlin (BBC) (a long time ago)
I’ve never written/posted in these fandoms but I want to:
-The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
-The Daevabad Trilogy by S.A. Chakraborty
-Warcross by Marie Lu
-The Young Elites by Marie Lu
-Renegades by Marissa Meyer
-Flame in the Mist by Renee Ahdieh
-An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
-Midnighters by Scott Westerfeld
-The Diabolic by S.J. Kincaid
-Fire and Blood by George R.R. Martin (I could also fake competence in the Lyanna/Rhaegar ship)
Other things to be aware of:
-I don’t ship Darklina. I don’t care if you do, but it’s probably best for everyone if no one requests Darklina from me.
-I’ll write all matter of angst and hurt/comfort (actually I prefer these to fluff), but I’d really prefer not to write major character death.
-I’m not particularly interested in smut and I’ve never tried to write it. You probably don’t want to see me try.
-I’m also not particularly interested in Character x Reader fics and would prefer not to write them.
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Making A Splash
Pairing: Mermaid!Darklina x Human!Fem!Reader
Summary: Aleksander and Alina are well known as the most powerful Grisha, mermaid-like creatures with extraordinary powers. When you’re hired by the man who has captured them, you do everything you can to help them return to the sea.
Warnings [18+]: smut, fingering, Alina is innocently handsy with the reader and doesn’t know how to change into her human form without understanding human anatomy so the reader offers to help her learn (Aleksander helps)
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Lunch breaks are always spent with Alina. She likes it when you bring sushi, since the little morsels are small enough to drop between the gaps in the net that covers the top of her tank.
Her happy little clicks and splashes with her tail bring a smile to your face and you’re glad she seems to like you despite what your colleagues are like. Most of the people you work with are only here for the money, or because they owe Mr Lanstov money themselves.
Aleksander prefers something simpler, so you usually bring him some dried herring whenever you visit him. He never eats in front of you, so quite often you leave immediately after dropping the fish into his tank.
Mr Lantsov would probably have you killed if he found out you were giving them anything other than their strict diet. But you know they’re miserable in their separate tanks, so you do what you can to give them some sort of comfort.
The old man had spent a lot of his family’s fortune to locate and capture these two creatures. They are known as Grisha, and bear a strong resemblance to mermaids or sirens from human mythology. Though the Grisha are even rarer.
They have incredible abilities. Aleksander can summon shadows whilst Alina can manipulate sunlight. However, their powers only work when they are in saltwater. The artificial filtered water in the tanks here has reduced them to nothing but an average sea creature.
Alina had been visibly distressed for weeks after her separation from her partner, whilst Aleksander had simmered with murderous rage until someone strayed too close during a tank cleaning session and were claimed as his victim.
If you hadn’t intervened it’s likely that Aleksander could have been killed by Lantsov’s men that day.
Brought on as an academic informant due to your knowledge of mythology, you had stayed to try and ensure that Aleksander and Alina wouldn’t be harmed, though you feel as though you are failing at that a little more each day as the weeks go by.
“Hello, Lina,” you greet her with a small smile.
Deemed much more placid than her partner, the net that had covered the top of her tank since the beginning had been removed yesterday. Toeing your shoes off, you tentatively hang one of your legs down into the water of her tank, then the other one.
She immediately swims over to you, placing both of her cold wet hands on the top of your knees. The simple cotton sundress you’re wearing means the cool water sends a shiver down your spine as you move your legs lightly through the water of her tank.
“Hi, sweet girl,” you say softly as she rests her chin over one of her hands.
Pale white tail swishing happily through the water, she smiles up at you. The artificial lights above you cast a shimmering rainbow of colours over her scales. Her skin isn’t the soft caramel colour it was when she first arrived here and you can’t help but worry about her lack of sunlight.
Water droplets roll down her face, slowly soaking the hem of your dress but you don’t mind. A few strands of hair cling to her forehead, which you smooth away gently.
Even though it was only yesterday that the net was removed, Alina seems very comfortable with physical contact from you. At first, you had been worried that she would be cautious or maybe even violent without the net preventing her from touching anyone.
But with you she seems rather affectionate. The thought of her being touch-starved, missing Aleksander, has an ache settling into your chest.
“I brought you some treats.”
Her head perks up as you reach over towards the small cloth bag you had brought with you. Pulling out a little plastic box, you open it up and laugh softly when she uses your knees as leverage to peer up into the box.
She grins happily when she spies a collection of her favourite types of sushi. With her hands being used to keep herself above water, you feed her a few pieces from your own hand.
Once she’s finished she nuzzles her face into the palm of your hand, licking whatever residue from the sushi remains on your fingers.
She seems very curious about your legs. Her cold hands hold tight onto your calves as she retreats into the water to examine the rest of your legs which are submerged.
Her fingers are delicate as they trace over your toes and when she touches the sole you flinch at the ticklish feeling. She re-emerges at the surface of the water, tilting her head questioningly at you.
She brushes her fingers over the same point and you laugh and squirm away from the feeling which draws a pleased giggle from her. It’s a sweet sound that makes your smile soften.
Then she nudges her way between your thighs, placing both her hands on each of them. She smoothes her way upwards to the hem of your dress, then she slips them underneath the fabric. A frown creases at her brows as your skin warms with a flustered blush.
You don’t know how to tell her to stop her exploration, not when she seems so delighted by what she’s found. She tilts her head, a sweet confusion in her eyes as she looks at you, her hands close to the edge of your panties.
When her hand reaches between your thighs to touch your pantie-clad mound she frowns at the feeling of fabric restricting her discovery. Embarrassment flares in your chest as she tilts her head with a small wrinkle at her nose and you realise she’s smelling your arousal.
She moves to duck her head under the skirt of your dress and you press your fingers against her forehead to stop her. The frown on her face deepens and an adorable pout puckers at her lips at being denied the chance to look at you.
For a long moment you stare at one another, your chest heaving and skin flushed as she paws gently at your panties in protest.
The bell on the wall buzzes, signalling the end of lunch and shattering whatever tension had been rising between the two of you.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Alina.”
Unfortunately, you’re overrun with work for the rest of the afternoon, meaning that you don’t get the time to see Aleksander like you usually would. During your afternoon you like to visit him and tell him how Alina is. Although it does mean that you stay late, so you decide to walk by his tank on your way out.
The warehouse is quiet, aside from the whirring of the tank filters, as it appears everyone else has gone home for the night. Once you open the door to Aleksander’s area of the warehouse you freeze before descending into a panic.
Aleksander’s tank is empty.
They’ve done something to him. They’ve taken him away. He might have been sold to some illegal breeding programme or a psycho private collector. Maybe he attacked another worker and they had killed him for it without you knowing.
Horrific images spill into your mind. Lantsov might have his body cut up and sold to a high scale restaurant or sent to some specialist taxidermist to become a decoration for his dining room.
Too consumed by your fears, you don’t realise that you’re shaking as you stare into the empty tank.
Alina. You need to get her out of here. She’ll be heartbroken when she realises Aleksander is gone and your own heart breaks at the thought. Maybe you can find him, before it’s too late.
Then a sound catches your attention and you spin around quickly.
There’s a man standing a few paces away from you. He’s wearing a dark shirt and grey shorts which you recognise as some of the spare clothes that belong to the divers who clean out the tanks. But he isn’t one of the divers. His features are recognisable even without the black tail.
“Aleksander.”
He nods slowly. You gape at him. Mere seconds ago you were picturing his grisly death and now he’s here in front of you. Standing in front of you.
“You’re alive. You’ve got legs,” you stammer.
“Yes.”
Stumbling backwards a little, your jaw drops open.
“You can talk?”
“Yes.”
Adrenaline floods through your body, making your head dizzy and anxiety prickle over your skin even as relief settles in your chest. He’s alive.
“All this time, you’ve been able to understand me?”
He nods again.
“Thank you for looking after Alina.”
You shrug lightly, still overwhelmed by everything that’s happening.
“It’s the least I could do.” There’s a small pause before you say, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
He nods.
“I overheard some discussions regarding experiments on Alina. I can’t let that happen.”
Horror runs through you at the thought of the scientists who work here experimenting on Alina.
“Let me help you.”
“Where’s Alina?”
Moving towards another door, you push it open.
“This way.”
He follows you immediately.
The two of you are quiet for a moment, before you ask,
“Have you been able to change your form this whole time?”
He nods slowly.
“I learnt how to several hundred years ago. But Alina has never changed into her human form before.”
“That explains her fascination with my legs,” you remark, then blush at the sight of his mouth quirking into a small smirk.
“Grisha are visual learners,” he remarks. The blush on your cheeks spreads down your body as you see his gaze lower to your bare legs. “And I can certainly see the appeal.”
There’s a flip in your stomach at his words and the sight of his white teeth biting down on his lower lip momentarily.
Alina all but leaps from the surface of the water when she sees Aleksander. He remains on the platform at the edge of the tank as she loops her arms around his neck.
“Sasha!” She nuzzles her face against the hollow of his throat. “You came for me.”
He places his hand on the space between her shoulder blades, pressing her into his body as they cling to one another.
“Of course I did, milaya. We’re getting out of here tonight.” He leans back to look at her, iridescent tail swaying in the water. “But first you need some legs.”
Her eyes widen.
“Sasha, I’ve never- I can’t.”
“Yes you can. I believe in you.”
He gestures lightly towards you.
“You’ve seen her legs up close before, haven’t you?” Alina nods. “Do you think you can change form based on them?”
She shakes her head with a frown.
“I don’t know what’s between them.”
There’s a pause and Aleksander blinks at her.
“What?”
“She wouldn’t let me look there.”
At that, you look away with burning cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” she asks you. Aleksander chuckles softly.
“Nothing, Alya. Humans are just rather modest when it comes to their intimate parts.”
When you manage to look back at her, she looks embarrassed, her dark eyes widened.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Alina,” you reassure her shyly.
Inhaling shakily for a moment, you turn your attention back to her and ask,
“Would you- Do you need to see?”
Aleksander turns to you sharply.
“You don’t need to,” he insists in a low voice that makes you shiver.
Instead of answering, you tug your panties down from your hips, allowing them to drop from underneath the skirt of your dress onto the floor. Then you nudge your shoes from your feet.
“Would you hold onto me, so that I don’t fall in?” you ask him.
He nods.
“Of course.” He settles down onto the edge of the platform, his legs hanging into the water. Then he gestures to you. “Come here.”
He situates you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, chin tucked into the crook of your neck whilst he hooks your legs over each of his so that you’re spread wide for Alina to settle herself between them from her place in the tank.
“You’re sure about this?” he murmurs against your ear.
When you nod, he pulls the hem of your dress upwards, bunching the fabric around your waist to reveal your lower half entirely to Alina. She places her cold hands on each of your thighs and you shiver at the feeling of being so exposed.
His hand squeezes your hip lightly.
“Try not to squirm.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, biting down on your lip.
He breathes out a small laugh.
“Like a little fish in a net,” he teases.
Alina’s hands wander experimentally over your thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh and pinching the muscles there gently to test the texture. Once again, you squirm which draws your attention to Aleksander’s growing hardness against the curve of your ass.
He tightens his hold on you, effectively pinning you down onto his body and you whimper. Alina glances up in concern.
“Don’t worry, Alya,” Aleksander soothes her. “Some humans are a little sensitive, that’s all. Keep going. You’re getting to the best part.”
She parts your folds curiously with a glimmer in her eyes as she stares down at your cunt which you can feel throbbing under such innocent scrutiny.
“Pretty,” she murmurs softly. Aleksander hums in agreement. “Why’s it wet, Sasha?”
“Oh fuck,” you whisper under your breath.
“That happens when humans are aroused,” he informs her lightly as he takes one hand and traces his finger over your nipple.
The weight of his gaze on you is heavy and you drop your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes to escape the dizzying mixture of arousal and embarrassment running through your body.
Aleksander releases his hold on your hip, snaking his hand down to draw Alina’s attention to a particular area. When his finger circles over your clit, you gasp and buck your hips forward.
“This here is a very sensitive spot,” he tells her. “But touching it correctly can provide a lot of pleasure, as you can see.”
The blush that warms under your skin is almost painful with the humiliation of being held open like this for Alina to watch. Aleksander’s amusement makes these feelings even more intense as they bloom in your abdomen.
Then he moves down to your entrance which is aching for some friction. He dips his fingers into you slightly and you provide him with a soft moan.
“Oh you’re just dripping for us, aren’t you?” he muses against your ear. Then he talks down to Alina, “You can slide your finger in here, Alya.”
She slips her finger into you tentatively, curling it in a exploratory manner that makes you writhe in Aleksander’s lap. He wraps his arm around your waist quickly, stroking one of your thighs with his free hand to soothe you into remaining still for Alina.
“That’s it, good girl.”
You’re not sure which one of you he’s praising but it threads through your body like warm honey - thick and heavy.
Aleksander grasps at your breasts, nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck as he continues to instruct Alina.
“Slide it in and out, Alya love.”
His hand on your thigh returns to your clit, rubbing light circles there that makes you moan louder with pleasure. Chest heaving, you lose all coherency as you succumb to their touches.
“Do you think you can cum for us?” he asks, mouthing leisurely over your neck and threading his hand through your hair. “Do you think you can show Alina what it’s like to cum?”
Nodding desperately, you cant your hips forwards, chasing your pleasure as they work in tandem to bring you to the peak of your pleasure. A broken gasp escapes your lips as you cling to Aleksander, his teeth scraping lightly over the space beneath your ear, and you climax suddenly.
He murmurs soft praises against your skin and directs Alina on how to lengthen your pleasure without overwhelming you, but it all feels so distant. After a few moments, he guides your unfocused gaze back to meet his dark eyes.
“How are you feeling?” he asks softly.
“Good,” you answer in a sigh.
Alina licks at her fingers, swallowing down your release eagerly with her dark eyes widened in excitement and awe.
Aleksander smiles, leaning forward to kiss your lips for the first time. At the edge of your awareness, there’s the sound of splashing water, but you’re too consumed by the firm motion of his mouth working against yours to pay it any mind.
Then a set of chilly fingers hook delicately under your chin, pulling you away from his kiss to meet another pair of lips. A delighted shiver rolls down your spine at the feeling of Alina’s plush lips against yours, particularly when she takes your lower lip into her mouth and sucks against on the sensitive skin.
A soft moan bubbles in your throat and she grins at you, dark eyes alive with mischief. Then you look down to see her legs. Covered in water droplets that roll over her muscular thighs, her skin is the same warm caramel as the rest of her and you wonder whether she tastes as sweet as she looks.
“As much as I would love to continue this,” Aleksander says smoothly, a keen glimmer in his eyes as he watches you and Alina. “We should get moving.”
Clarity returns to you, and you nod hurriedly as you stand.
“I’ll go get some clothes for Alina.”
With damp feet, you head down the steps, away from Alina’s tank to find some of your own spare clothes that you keep in case you ever ended up falling into one of the tanks. They won’t fit her perfectly, but it will do for now.
Aleksander has his arms looped around her waist when you return to them and you hand over the bundle of clothing you had retrieved.
Drying down your feet with a towel, you slip your shoes back on before remembering your missing panties. With a frown, you search for them unsuccessfully until Aleksander speaks.
“We’re ready.”
Deciding to abandon your search, you nod.
“Let’s go.”
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Five months later…
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Aleksander wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Currently mixing ingredients together by hand, you aren’t free to return his affection without smearing mess all over him.
“This smells divine,” he murmurs. The scent of salty sea air clings to his skin. “What are you making?”
“Fish cakes. Where’s Alina?”
“She’s just drying off.”
“Did you have fun?”
He nods slowly with a smile.
“We did.”
This little cottage by the sea allows you to live in peace, free from any other humans, while Aleksander and Alina can return to the ocean whenever they wish.
He traces his nose over the mating bite on your neck, the tangible proof of the bond between the three of you. Aleksander always seems much more carefree after returning from a good swim.
“Did you miss us?” he asks teasingly.
Warmth spreads over your body as you focus on separating the mixture you’ve created into small circular portions.
“I always miss you, Sasha.”
He presses a gentle kiss to your heated cheek.
“Ulla should arrive once the summer begins. She will know what to do.”
Aleksander’s half-sister is what humans would consider a sea witch. He’s certain she will be able to help you find another form to shift into so that you can be with Aleksander and Alina when they return to the sea.
Alina hops up onto the kitchen counter, dipping her finger into your bowl to retrieve some of the leftover mixture. Being from the sea means they both eat fish raw or cooked, and she hums in delight at the taste.
Over the last few months, you’ve become rather creative when it comes to your lovers unique diets and tastes. Cooking for them is one of your favourite things. Aleksander is very fond of your fish pie while Alina will eat anything that is bite sized.
“Would you help me cover these in breadcrumbs, Alya?”
She nods eagerly, bounding down beside you and rolling up the baggy sleeves of Aleksander’s shirt that she’s wearing. She rarely ever wears her own clothes. A glance down at her feet reveals that once again she’s stolen your socks and you doubt she’s wearing anything underneath her shirt.
Aleksander is more at ease wearing human clothes, and you can feel the comforting warmth of his woollen jumper against your back.
They have arrived home early today, you had been expecting them to turn up just before dinner. As a result, you’re wearing comfortable sweatpants, a small vest, and one of Aleksander’s cardigans. The thin golden chain around your neck is there as always, the glimmering pearl at the centre was a gift from Alina.
The contentment you feel with them blossoms in your chest as Alina tells you excitedly about the baby sea turtles they had seen today while Aleksander occasionally makes his own additions to the story from his place behind you as he continues to provide affectionate touches.
This life couldn’t be more different from what you had planned for yourself, but you’ll be eternally grateful that these two beings swam into your world.
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Bad Influence
Here’s a random modern!darklina x fem!reader smutty fic idea and drabble which I’m blaming @becauseicantthinkwritings for (you wanted to hear my ideas so here’s one of my favourites)
Warnings [18+]: dom!aleksander, brat!alina, good girl!reader, daddy kink, spanking, fingering, praise kink, mild degradation, smidge of pain kink, dodgy power dynamics if you think really hard amount it
Imagine:
Personal assistant!reader who works for CEO!Aleksander. One day he asks you to help his wife with some clothes shopping. Alina is gorgeous and you spend the whole day staring at her while she shows you different outfits. Sometimes she asks you to help with buttons and zips, and you’re dying to touch her. Then you stop at a lingerie shop, and she coaxes you into joining her as she tries on pieces. She touches and teases you whilst pretending to admire the fabric of whatever piece you’re wearing and it’s driving you insane. Then she takes some photos of the two of you, wearing the lingerie, in a few different poses. She sends them to Aleksander whilst he’s at work, prompting him into ringing his driver to take him to pick the two of you up.
Maybe he spanks you on the car ride home.
“I thought you were a good girl, milaya.” He says as you squirm on his lap.
Your skirt is bunched up over your hips, panties hanging around your ankles as you kick your feet slightly to distract yourself from his hand as it lands against your backside once again.
“I thought you might be able to keep my Alina in line.”
Another smack and you whimper. His wedding ring stings delightfully as it meets your skin.
“I thought you might be a good influence for her. But it turns out you’re a needy little slut just like her, aren’t you?”
“No.” You whine petulantly.
Aleksander breathes out a sharp laugh, the corner of his mouth quirking into a dark smirk.
“No?”
His long fingers trace through your soaked and sticky folds, drawing a loud whine from you.
“Tell me what this is then.” Aleksander says, holding his wet fingers in front of your face, and your entire body feels as though it’s on fire. “Because only needy little sluts get wet when daddy spanks them.”
Tears well in your eyes, and you know he expects an answer - the right answer. The soft cheeks of your ass are already sore, your nipples are painfully hard, and your whole body is flushed with embarrassment.
You settle on the demeaning truth, hiding your face as you admit,
“I’m wet, daddy.”
“Clever girl.” He coos, petting your back as he continues to humiliate you. “And why is that?”
Another whimper, and your face burns.
“Because I’m a needy little slut.”
He hums, circling the pad of his finger over your dripping cunt.
“Good girl.” His praise has you keening, a hopeful little sound blooming from the back of your throat, and he smiles indulgently down at you. “Yes milaya, you’re still my good girl.”
His gaze slides over to where Alina is sitting across from you, eyes wide and lips puckered into a pout. Aleksander knows she’s soaking through her panties at the sight of you being punished.
“Alina is a little brat.” He says pointedly, his eyes never leaving hers as he continues to pet your dripping entrance. “But you’re my good girl, and I know the only way to tempt you into misbehaving like that would be if she got you so needy you stopped thinking.”
His degrading words are partially to urge you further into that needy submissive headspace, and partially to rile up Alina, knowing that she isn’t allowed to touch herself. She shifts in her seat, her brows furrowed with need as Aleksander continues talking to you.
“Because we all know that silly little head of yours soon starts leaking out of your cunt when you get needy.”
You nod blindly in agreement.
Aleksander is truly magnificent when he’s stern, but you hate the idea of being in trouble or disappointing him. So when Alina misbehaves, a fire burns deep in your core, and right now, as Aleksander assures you that you’re his good girl as a means to scold Alina, your arousal is a raging inferno.
He slides a finger inside you, to the very last knuckle, and Alina whines louder than you do.
Aleksander smirks.
He loves when she’s a bad influence on you.
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Wedding Present
Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader
Summary: As Aleksander’s best friend, you’re an integral part of his wedding to Alina, especially when she decides you’re going to be her wedding present to him.
Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, anal play, fingering, use of sex toys (vibrator), thigh grinding, smidge of objectification, former friends with benefits relationship with Aleksander.
A/N: this has barely been proofread so it might not make an awful lot of sense but it’s mostly pwp anyway.
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“What am I doing here?” you ask, looking around the boutique at the scantily clad mannequins wearing expensive garments of silk and lace.
Alina’s gaze feels heavy on you as she smiles.
“You are going to be Aleksander’s wedding present from me.”
She continues to look through some pieces of lingerie nonchalantly, as if a flustered blush isn’t burning through your body as you gape at her. After making sure none of the staff members are close enough to hear, you ask in a whisper,
“What?”
Her smile doesn’t falter.
“You heard me.”
She circles around a clothing stand, curling her arms around your waist and pressing your back against her chest as she ducks her head down to murmur in your ear.
“On my wedding night, I’m going to tie you to our bed with some pretty ribbons, slip a vibrator into your ass and leave you wet and aching for my husband to play with.”
“Lina,” you breathe out in a whine.
“If you’re up for it?” she asks.
“Are you sure?” She nods enthusiastically. “And Aleksander? Are you sure he would want this?”
“Oh,” she laughs softly. “He’ll love it.”
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“Congratulations, Sasha,” you say with a wide smile.
Aleksander takes you into his arms, his own smile as equally wide as he holds you firmly against his chest.
Inhaling his familiar cologne, your stomach flips in anticipation of what’s to come later tonight, even though it remains a surprise for the man currently holding you. His nose brushes affectionately against your cheek before he kisses your temple.
“Thank you so much for all of this,” he says softly.
“Genya helped,” you offer weakly in protest. He hums in passive agreement.
“Today was perfect and I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Tilting your head back to meet his gaze, you shrug lightly.
“Anything for you, Sasha.”
He looks down at you with a dark glimmer in his eyes. The hint of a smirk touches at the corner of his mouth, drawing your attention down to the soft plush of his lips as his tongue darts out to trace over the skin there.
At that moment, Alina slips her hand into yours, pulling on you lightly with a wide smile.
“Come dance with me,” she insists, tugging you away from Aleksander before either of you can give her a response.
The dress she’s wearing for the reception is stunning, white lace adorning her breasts and a short skirt that sits at her mid-thighs, hugging her every curve. Her body slides against yours as the two of you move to the music.
Her hands settle on your waist, pulling you close against her. Elegant blooms have been woven into her dark hair, framing her face perfectly. Her fingers trace over your body, brushing casually against your breasts and hips which sends a shiver down your spine.
There’s a light gloss of sweat shimmering over her chest and the urge to duck your head down to mouth at the hollow of her throat fills your thoughts. She steps closer, her body moulding against yours.
“Let’s head upstairs,” she murmurs lowly into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.
As her words register in your mind, as well as the implication behind them, your eyes lock onto Aleksander’s dark gaze from across the room. He swallows down a mouthful of his drink, throat bobbing as his gaze lowers to watch how Alina’s hips grind delightfully against yours.
Once you nod in consent, she whisks you away, the two of you fumbling with one another as you head into the elevator and through the corridors towards the honeymoon suite of the hotel. The kisses you trade are messy, smearing lipstick over your mouths and cheeks.
Alina leaves a trail of kisses over your neck and you cling tightly onto her as eager hands wander over your body, slipping under your dress to grasp at your most sensitive areas.
A low groan escapes your lips as you feel your arousal soaking through the delicate lace of your panties - the lace that had been selected and bought by Alina specifically for tonight.
The thought of being caught kissing your best friend’s wife during their wedding reception sends heat thrumming down to your core. Alina seems as equally turned on by the situation, moaning into your mouth as she gropes at your ass. Her nails scrape over your thighs and you bite down on your lower lip.
Despite your enthusiasm, as soon as the door to their room is shut behind you nerves begin to settle in your stomach.
Alina presses a singular kiss to your neck.
“Why don’t you take your dress off, honey?”
Heat spreads through your body as you nod. Hooking your fingers under the straps of your dress, you push it down your shoulders and allow the fabric to slip over your body before it lands on the floor.
Alina hums appreciatively, eyeing the delicate lingerie that clings to the shape of your body as you turn around to face her.
“You’re still sure about this?” she asks.
You nod.
“Yes, Lina.”
“Bend over the end of the bed.”
Settling yourself at the end of the bed, you press your body against the soft sheets and await Alina’s touch.
“That’s it honey, good girl.” Her hands run over the length of your body. She squeezes at all your softest areas, her thumbs circling the skin there soothing. “Just relax for me.”
She massages the back of your thighs, easing the tension from the muscles gained throughout the day. Planning everything for their wedding had been an exhausting affair, but it had been worth it.
Her hands continue to work out the tension skilfully from your body and soon you’re slumped against the mattress with your eyes closed, practically floating as arousal and relaxation weighs down your limbs.
“Let’s get you nice and slick,” she murmurs quietly, careful not to break the soft headspace you’re easing yourself into.
A shudder reverberates through the entirety of your body as the cool gel slides between your ass cheeks. The intimacy has heat burning over your face, your stomach flipping at being so vulnerable.
Alina begins to circle her fingers over your slick covered hole, drawing a low moan from you. Her touch is relaxed and thorough, leaving no part of you without contact from her wet fingers.
In preparation for tonight, you had touched yourself there before, but having someone else explore such an area makes you breathless. When she finally slips her finger inside you, a sharp inhale catches in your throat.
Alina laughs softly as she begins to slide her finger in and out of you in a gentle thrust, working the tender muscle open.
“You’re so tight, baby. Sasha’s going to love this.”
The mention of Aleksander makes you groan quietly as thoughts of being filled completely send a thrum through your aching body. She slips another finger inside you.
“Lina, fuck.”
“You doing okay?”
A low moan rumbles in your chest as pleasure sparkles down your spine. Her fingers spread you open and you bite down on your lip to suppress any more noises.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Oh fuck.”
She hums in acknowledgement.
“Doing so well for me.”
Her praise makes you squirm a little, her hand gripping at your waist as she continues to thrust inside you. Moans fall from your lips unabashedly as you press your forehead against the sheets, practically drooling.
“Ready for the toy?” she asks.
“Hm.”
“Words, honey.”
“Yes, Alina.”
“Okay, remember to breathe, baby.”
Grasping onto the sheets, you breath shakily as she begins to push the toy inside you. A broken moan shudders through you as your body clenches hard around the toy. Panting like an animal in heat, you whine and whimper at the feeling of being stretched in such a new way.
She grins with a mischievous glimmer in her dark eyes and you shiver as a dizzying rush of arousal slips from your cunt.
“Shall we test it out?” she asks.
There’s a low buzz that vibrates directly through your body, tingling up your spine, and sending a furious ache into your empty cunt.
“Lina,” you whine desperately. Swearing through gritted teeth, you writhe over the bed, sweat rolling down your face. “Alina, please.”
She hums lightly, standing above you with a wicked smile tugging at her lips.
“Ready to sit still and be a pretty little toy for my husband?”
Her fingers stroke tenderly against your cheek, thumb brushing at the corner of your eye to collect the tear gathering there.
You nod.
She opens up the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out the white silk ribbon for this special occasion. She sets it down on the vanity table, before she turns the vibrator down to the lowest setting.
Alina smiles as she helps you sit up, breathing out a soft laugh every time a whimper leaves your lips as the sensation of the toy shifting inside you sends a jolt of pleasure up to the back of your head. Bliss is beginning to cloud over your thoughts, driving any worries from your mind as anticipation fills your body.
She cups your face in her hands gently, guiding your hazy eyes up to meet hers.
“I’m going to get Sasha now, okay?”
You nod, whining a little as you grind your hips down over the sheets beneath you. She swats at your thigh.
“Be good. No touching at all.” She takes hold of your face, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Pretty toys don’t need to touch themselves, do they?”
She shakes your head for you before you can respond on your own, smiling indulgently with a demeaning glimmer in her eyes.
“No they don’t,” she coos and you can feel your mind melting into mush. The only thing you’re aware of is how hazy and wet you are as the mess of lube leaking from your ass mixes with the slick of arousal dripping from your cunt.
The whole experience has need coursing fiercely through your veins. Sitting on your best friend’s wedding bed, wearing expensive lingerie, a filthy mess of both your cunt and stuffed ass while his new wife tells you that she wants her husband to use you like the toy you are.
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“There’s a present waiting for you upstairs,” Alina murmurs against her husband’s ear as she settles into his lap.
He raises a brow at her.
“A present?”
She nods with a mischievous grin as she plays with his tie, curling the fabric casually around her hand before using it to tug him closer.
“A pretty toy for you to play with.”
His eyes skim over the crowd, searching for you. He saw you disappear with his wife and the corner of his mouth quirks as he realises you haven’t returned.
Aleksander knows you better than anyone else does. All evening, he’s seen how your gaze has wandered over his body, occasionally fixating on his hands and the bulge in his trousers - the places he knows are your favourite parts of him.
He knows when Alina is up to something particularly devious and there’s a dark glimmer in her eyes that has desire pooling into his stomach and his cock stirs at the thought of having the two of you.
“This is our wedding night, Alya,” he reminds her, not wanting her to do this only to please him.
His relationship with you has always been special. Throughout everything in his life, you’ve remained by his side. The two of you have always been honest with one another, sharing your desires and occasionally indulging in them together. He knows how to make you come undone with some teasing touches and a few select words. When he met Alina he was terrified he might lose you both, but you were thrilled for him and Alina adores you.
“I know. I wanted something special for us all.”
His hands cradle the entirety of his wife’s face as he leans forward to kiss her hungrily.
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Anticipation prickles over your skin as the door opens. Aleksander’s eyes immediately lock onto yours and the heat blooming in your stomach swoops downwards and your cunt clenches hard around nothing.
Subconsciously, your gaze falls down to where the bulge in his trousers has hardened. He walks towards you smoothly.
He hooks a finger under your chin, keeping your eyes on his as he strokes his knuckles over your cheek.
“You’re sure about this, milaya?”
Alina might be his wife, but you’ll always be his sweet girl.
“I’m sure, Sasha.”
He unclasps your bra, tossing the fabric away.
His gaze darkens as he stares at your breasts. When your eyes drift away self-consciously, he grasps hold of your chin.
“Do I need to remind you of the rules?”
“No, sir.”
“Alina, darling, would you pinch her nipples for me?”
She grins.
“With pleasure.”
A sharp whimper escapes your lips as she tugs on the hardened nub of your nipples. Her touch is warm as she rolls them over her fingertips. Despite the sting of pain, you keep your eyes locked on Aleksander’s. He smiles darkly at your obedience.
“Good girl.”
He releases you, as does Alina.
“Now sit there and be good for us.”
Alina reaches for her phone, dialling up the intensity of the vibrator inside you. Fisting the sheets beneath you, a small moan escapes your lips as you attempt to remain still.
She sits down at the vanity table, removing the flowers from her hair and threading her fingers through the dark locks, humming a quiet tune as she does so. A relaxed, happy expression has softened her features and Aleksander stands at the other side of the room, admiring her after pouring himself a drink.
Once she’s wiped the makeup from her face, Aleksander moves towards her, sliding down the zipper at the back of her dress. She tilts her head back, smiling up at him as he ducks down to press a kiss to her lips. Then Alina taps the screen of her phone, increasing the speed of the vibrations thrumming through your body.
Aleksander and Alina both watch your reflection in the mirror as you squirm at the sensation of being so intimately filled whilst simultaneously feeling achingly empty.
“You do spoil me, Alya.”
“I know how fond you are of her. And your love of fucking a tight little quivering hole.”
“Oh fuck,” you breathe out shakily, squeezing your eyes closed and fighting the urge to tear your panties off and rub frantically against your clit for a release, uncaring of the consequences. No one has ever tested your resolve like this before.
A hand hooks under your chin, guiding your eyes up to meet Aleksander’s searching gaze. Leaning heavily into his touch, you whine pathetically, nails biting into the sheets to stop yourself from throwing your body against his.
He raises a brow at you, encouraging you to tell him that you still want this, that you’re still comfortable with them toying with you - more mentally than physically at the moment.
You nod. But he waits for you to gather your words.
“Please, Sasha.”
“Please do what?”
“I-” His eyes are soft and warm as he strokes your cheek, giving you an incentive to continue being honest with him. “I loved planning your wedding, and I’m so glad it was perfect, but I’ve been so stressed. Please, I just want to stop thinking.”
“Then don’t think. Just feel. Be a good girl and be grateful for whatever we give you. Be a pretty little toy and sit here until we want to use you. Do you think you can do that, milaya?”
His words flick a switch in your brain and you blink heavily at him.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper.
He leans down to kiss you and immediately you do as he says. Don’t think, just feel. Keeping your arms down at your sides, you allow his mouth to devour you, licking over your lips with his tongue as you sit still and let him do whatever he wants. He grins into the kiss at this little show of your obedience.
Then he lets go of you, retreating back to his wife.
From then onwards, a haze settles over your mind, keeping your thoughts fixed only on the present. Mostly the sensation of the vibrator, pleasure running up and down your spine constantly, slowly nudging you closer towards a dizzying climax. The only other thing you can focus on is the two gorgeous people in front of you.
Alina is only wearing a thin white thong, meaning that a tiny scrap of lace is covering her mound. There’s a light smearing of arousal between her thighs and you breathe out a whine.
They kiss one another leisurely, Aleksander’s large hands grasping at Alina’s breasts. His fingers curl momentarily around her throat, keeping her in place as he controls the kiss. The sight of them together sends a violent thrum of need down your body.
Arching your back, you squeeze your knees together tightly. Aleksander has only ever made you climax untouched once and it emptied your head of thoughts for several hours. There’s a knowing glimmer in his eyes now as he looks at you.
“Go on, milaya.”
“Empty that little cunt for us, honey,” Alina coos, breathless from Aleksander’s kiss.
Nails digging hard into your thighs, you cry out their names, heat flickering over your skin, thrumming between your legs as your heart hammers in your chest to the same frantic beat as your desperate cunt.
A whine of frustration escapes your lips, face scrunching tightly as your body scrambles for your climax. Gasping frantically, you rock your hips forward, cunt grinding against the sheets.
“Lina, Sasha, please, oh fuck.”
Tears spill down over your cheeks as you tip over the edge of pleasure. Alina turns the vibrator off as you slump back onto the mattress, reeling from your high. Closing your eyes, bliss settles under your skin as your breath begins to even.
Alina presses a series of kisses over your thighs and you hum quietly, still feeling slightly disconnected from your body. When you finally manage to open your eyes, you find Aleksander standing over you as he loosens his belt. His dark eyes pin you in place, unable to look away.
As Aleksander begins to remove his clothing, Alina slides her hands over your body, smoothing over every inch as you continue coming down from the disorientating high of your orgasm. When her knuckles brush against your inner thigh, you flinch slightly at the shiver of sensation that shoots up your spine.
Alina parts your folds, sinking her finger into you slowly. Throwing your head back, you groan loudly, tears filling your eyes at the sensation of finally being touched exactly where you need it. The slick sound fills the room which makes Aleksander and Alina share a grin as he tugs down his underwear.
“What a good little toy, getting herself wet for your cock, Sasha,” she muses quietly, removing her finger from inside you.
He hums in agreement, taking hold of your hips and dragging you down the bed towards him. His hand curls around your throat, squeezing lightly to ensure your attention is fixed on him as Alina begins to play with your swollen clit.
Aleksander ducks his head down to kiss his wife as his hands wander over your body, squeezing at your breasts and smoothing down your sides. All you can do is lie against the sheets, staring at the two of them whilst they kiss, succumbing to their touches.
They both laugh into the kiss at the sound of your whines. When they turn their equally dark eyes onto you, a burning flush runs over your skin.
“Needy little thing isn’t she?” Alina remarks.
“As if you aren’t exactly the same when I don’t give you what you want,” he teases with a dark smirk.
Alina reaches up to curl her hand around your throat, a tiny amount of pressure there that makes you go still under her hold. Her thumb circles over the spot under your ear where your pulse is thundering with anticipation.
“Not a single thought behind those sweet eyes, is there?” Her voice is honey sweet in your ears and you shake your head mindlessly in agreement.
Aleksander strokes his cock, groaning lowly at the interaction between you and Alina. A loose strand of hair hangs over his forehead as he looks down at himself, settling his body between your open thighs.
“Wait a moment, Sasha.”
His cock slaps against your cunt, pulling a whimper from your lips as Alina stands and reaches for her phone. Then you remember the vibrator still nestled inside you.
Hissing out a curse, you press your head back against the mattress. Then Aleksander pushes inside you, driving the air from your lungs with every inch. Gripping onto the sheets, you moan loudly as Aleksander rolls his hips gently to ease himself further into you.
He thumbs over your clit, lifting his head up to glance at Alina. She taps her phone screen and the vibrator hums to life. Instantly you clench simultaneously around both the toy and Aleksander’s cock, dizzyingly close to another orgasm. Cunt twitching frantically, you gasp in a sharp breath, heart pounding at the intensity.
Aleksander swears in a harsh breath, gripping tightly onto your hips. Tomorrow there will likely be bruises and a thrill runs through you at the thought of such a thing.
Alina mouths over your body, biting at your throat, tongue tracing down the line of your pulse. She kisses over your neck, hands cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples as Aleksander slowly begins to thrust into your cunt.
With the vibrations thrumming through your body, pleasure prickling over your skin, every sensation of Aleksander stretching your cunt open with his cock is intensified. Chanting his name over and over, your pleasure is pounding against your skin, desperate to be released.
Aleksander bites down on your shoulder and your vision goes white with the force of your orgasm as you clench around him. He moans deeply, a gruff sound against your ear as he begins to chase his own climax.
All you can do is lie still and take what he gives you, the overstimulation teetering on the edge of pain as he pushes your through the after waves of your climax. Once again, Alina switches off the vibrator to prevent an uncomfortable level of overstimulation.
He forces his cock deep inside you, ignoring the weak protest from your tight cunt restricting his movements. His hips smack against yours, the sound filling the room as the scent of your combined sweat and arousal coats your senses.
As he nears his peak, he increases his pace, drawing a sharp whine from you as he gets closer to the edge. He breathes in harshly, moaning as he stills his hips, spilling inside you.
He smiles widely, pressing his forehead against yours as he basks in the waves of pleasure running through his body. He kisses down your neck lazily, licking over the marks left by his wife.
Reluctantly, he pulls out, a thick string of his release clinging to the tip of cock connecting it to the sticky mess of your cunt.
Aleksander rolls onto his back and Alina takes his place on top of you, kissing you fiercely as she pushes her husband’s spend back into your sensitive cunt with her fingers, smearing messily over your twitching entrance and hardened clit.
“Saints, that was so fucking hot,” she murmurs in a broken voice as she grinds her hips down against yours.
Despite the sensitivity of your throbbing cunt, you lift your hips in an attempt at bringing her pleasure. She pins your hips down, allowing you some reprieve as she straddles one of your thighs. Her thong had been removed at some point unnoticed by you, her soaked cunt now grinding down on your thigh.
She moans, rocking up and down as she chases her own high now that Aleksander is recovering from his. Unable to move, your limbs are heavy with lingering bliss, it feels so good to just lie against the plush mattress and allow Alina to use your body to bring herself pleasure.
Her fingers dig into your hips, brushing against the tender spots created by her husband. Eyes fluttering closed, you whine weakly at the twinge of pain. A hand stroking gently against your cheek has you opening your eyes, turning your head to meet Aleksander’s dark eyes.
His chest is still heaving as he attempts to catch his breath, staring wide eyed at you and Alina. He touches you gently, fingers brushing over your cheek, down your neck, over your nipples.
“Sasha, I’m close,” Alina gasps, her hips jerking over your thigh.
He reaches down, circling his fingers over her clit. She arches her back, keeping his fingers against her needy clit. Feeling her heated cunt pressed onto your thigh as she climaxes makes you moan softly.
She’s breathless, shoulders heaving as she collapses against you. A small laugh bubbles from her lips and you can feel her smile against your skin as she soaks up the after waves of pleasure thrumming through her body.
When she lifts her head up, her smile dazzles you. For a few seconds you can only stare at one another, eyes wandering over each other’s bodies. Her cheeks are flushed, a beautiful pink has spread over her cheeks, and her lips are darkened and swollen from Aleksander’s kisses.
Lifting your head up, you lean towards her as if drawn in by a magnet. Her lips slot against yours easily and the two of you both moan into the kiss. She cups her hand under your jaw, keeping you in place as her mouth moves eagerly over yours.
Once she pulls away, your chest is burning with the need for air. Gasping, you stare wide eyed at her, admiring every inch of her face. She grins at you, giving you a little wink before she rolls over. Landing on Aleksander’s stomach, she straddles his body with a wide smile.
They both smile at one another, their gaze adoring as they trace their hands over one another.
Suddenly, seeing them together like this has self consciousness settles into your stomach. This is their wedding night after all. Consumed by your thoughts, you begin to edge away with the intention of giving them space.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Aleksander says.
When you turn to look at him, you find them both already watching you. He takes hold of your chin, circling his thumb over your cheek.
“I thought you liked to watch.”
His teasing remark makes you blush.
“Sasha,” you whisper, cheeks burning.
Alina cups your face, her thumb playing with your lower lip.
“Stay,” he insists.
Alina takes hold of his hardened cock, sliding it inside her as smoothly as possible. Aleksander keeps his eyes on you as he hisses through gritted teeth. His gaze slides over you, falling on Alina as she begins to move up and down over his cock.
A thrill runs through you, your eyes fixed on the spot where the two of them meet. The dynamic between them is captivating, the push and pull of their bodies enjoying one another.
His hands settle on her waist, before squeezing at her shaking thighs. A gloss of sweat shimmers over their skin, hips grinding together, seeking to bury themselves deeper into one another.
“Alya, my love.”
Aleksander moans lowly, throwing his head back against the pillows as he grips her hips, thrusting his own upwards to meet every weak jerk from Alina as she begins to lose her momentum.
“Sasha,” she whimpers, her jaw tight as her nails dig into his chest in an attempt at gaining enough leverage to continue.
The muscles in Aleksander’s abdomen flex, and his breathing stutters as he gasps, holding onto Alina tighter than ever. They both moan simultaneously, gripping onto one another as they come to a shaky stop.
Alina’s lips part as she gasps, her brows scrunching together as she climaxes. Aleksander continues to rock his hips forwards until he stills, groaning quietly through gritted teeth as he also reaches his peak once again.
Once they begin to recover from their highs, Alina manages to pull herself from her husband collapsing down over the top of you. She hums contentedly, burying her body into yours. Her skin is flushed and warm, and you loop an arm around her waist.
“You’re staying for breakfast, aren’t you?” she murmurs quietly, fingers wandering curiously over your stomach and ribs.
Aleksander hums in agreement, smoothing his hands down between your breasts, settling against your stomach as he turns on his side to look at you and his wife.
When you nod, he leans over to kiss Alina, then you, before he lifts himself up slightly onto one elbow. The three of you share a look with each other, smiles blooming as the realisation of what had just occurred begins to dawn upon you all.
Alina laughs first, a breathless sound which makes Aleksander’s smile widen into something dazzling while you drop your face down into the pillow under your head.
Aleksander pokes you gently, silently encouraging you to stop hiding from them both. Shaking your head, you shield the growing smile on your face with the soft fabric beneath you, even as Alina begins to tickle your sides.
When Aleksander joins in with her, a laugh escapes your lips, squealing when he pinches at the soft skin at your side. Alina’s fingers wander up to the nape of your neck, ghosting over the sensitive skin.
“You’re not playing fair,” you gasp, lifting your head up from the pillow with flushed cheeks.
Aleksander kisses your cheek in an attempt at pacifying you.
“Thank you for my wedding present, Alya,” he says quietly. “Is this a one-time thing?”
At his question, you look down at the sheets, tracing your finger over the threads there in anticipation of Alina’s response.
“Perhaps on special occasions?” she suggests.
Hope fills your eyes as you look back and forth between them both, and they laugh at your optimistic expression.
“If that’s something you would like?” Aleksander adds, looking at you.
They laugh again at the speed of your nod, but you’re too thrilled by the idea of being in bed with them at another time to be embarrassed by their amusement.
Alina presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.”
“Am I staying the night?” you ask with a frown.
They both mirror your frown as Alina nods.
“Of course you are.”
“Do you have any idea what we’ve done to you tonight?” Aleksander asks, breathing out a small laugh as his gaze wanders down your body, eyeing the marks already blossoming over your skin.
Looking down, you laugh quietly.
“Well, I was here for it.”
Alina laughs curtly, moving towards the en-suite and clicking on the bathroom light.
“Were you?”
Warmth spreads over your face, burning at the memory of being so mindlessly desperate for them, rocking your hips to chase a release to obey their command.
Aleksander strokes your cheek gently.
“We’re not going to let you be alone after this.”
He kisses you, a tender press of his lips against yours as the sound of running water filling the large bath tub can be heard from the en-suite. Alina stands in the doorway, watching you and her husband with a fond smile.
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#darklina x reader#aleksander morozova x reader x alina starkov#aleksander morozova x reader#alina starkov x reader#alina starkov smut#the darkling smut#darklina au
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Glitter & Gold
AKA: the modern!darklina x fem!reader au where everyone is rich and bisexual (featuring Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, and David)
Aleksander Morozov is one of the world’s most influential men. His great grandfather’s designer jewellery company outlasted the Ravkan monarchy that it was initially founded to serve. In the present day, it allows Aleksander to live a lavish lifestyle and be very selective with his friends.
As an up and coming fashion designer, you’ve slowly and unknowingly befriended the majority of Aleksander’s inner circle.
You’ve worked with David, the award winning photographer, and his wife Genya - Ravka’s most talented make up artist. Nikolai, the former second prince of Ravka, will not stop telling Aleksander about you, and his wife Zoya, the hard-to-please editor of Ravka’s best selling fashion magazine, seems just as fond.
The only two members of the group you haven’t met yet is Aleksander himself and his wife Alina, which Zoya wants to rectify by inviting you for drinks with the group at one of Os Alta’s most exclusive clubs - the Little Palace.
Zoya had warned him that you were nervous about meeting the two of them, and he’s immediately endeared by the sight of you seeking comfort in Nikolai’s lap as he and Alina walk towards the group.
Aleksander already knows you’re going to be a perfect fit for them.
#glitter & gold au#darklina x reader#aleksander morozova x reader x alina starkov#aleksander morozov x reader#aleksander morozova x reader#alina starkov x reader#shadow and bone au#darklina smut
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