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shawty-writes-a-little · 1 year

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Amongst the two of us

General Kirigan x princess!reader (one shot)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Period drama misogyny, arranged marriages, arguments, angst, I’ll proofread in the morning pls sorry

Summary: The general and his wife of differentiating moral grounds make their marriage work somehow

An: This one was sitting in my drafts unfinished for so long and it was an alternate ending for another Aleksander fic which I never ended up posting but I worked on this one bc s2 darkling arose a LOT in me so oh well

This one is spoiler free for S2 :)

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There were two sets of council meetings ever since the General had married the lady y/l/n. For one her name weighed a lot of political power, being the noble lord’s daughter, the princess it was a prestige to have that power at little palace, someone of that huge a name by the general’s side. Well the General himself never cared for the affection of it all, he was too smart the man to see past any political benefit. Y/n, in the peak of her youth had dreams and hopes for her marriage which her soon crushed one after another with every bit of unfolding of her relationship with Aleksander, coming to realise she hadn’t married an affectionate man, not even caring but someone just so powerhungry and cold he doesn’t think twice to bend his morals. Is what y/n thought of him coming to know so more and more of him but remained not so phased after a while, a year into the marriage she would just look back thinking how foolish she it was to expect anything of the man she married.

Yet she thought it worked just fine, if she truly meant to marry for love she might’ve had a summer fling, elope with some stable boy and call it love to be living in some cottage far away…but no, she was destined for duties more than that. She had her own first army council at the little palace, the king’s army. But the king never bothered attend. The Lady Kirigan, the princess, was considered capable with the set of officers she had for most decisions.

Your husband doesn’t share a bed with you but at least you’re the head of first army council meetings. Your husband rarely shares any intimate moments with you but at least you get to see him from camp base to camp base. And of course the most infamous facade of being the pair that does share affection for each other in the glamour dinner parties amongst drunk lords and ladies who believe it just fine.

Honestly on the political front the first army felt more liberated and open with less of the general’s inputs given he wouldn’t join their meetings anymore ever since Lady y/n was placed there neither were the first army officials…mortals rather, allowed in any second army business. “Leave, the room.” Too much for uninterrupted business, the general barged into the meeting room where Lady y/n’s first army officials were having an ongoing discussion given the maps and the reports laid out on the table. “I have some important matters I need to discuss with my lady wife.” He announced as the matters seemed to be quite the work regarding, given he had a letter or document scroll in his hands and it was the general himself who visited.

With a short nod from y/n the officers left the room leaving the two alone, y/n did feel a tad affront on him just barging in through her ongoing meeting well aware he wouldn’t have entertained it if it was the other way around but she wished for whatever matter it was to get done with sooner so she chose not to speak on it “What is it?”

Aleksander placed the letter in his hand on the table for her to read, as she picked it up he spoke “Its a letter to Lord Eldon, a dear friend of your father’s who’s not so particularly fond of me, we need his aid for more men by the Ravaka front since the second army is occupied by the fold but he wouldn’t comply if the letter went from me” Aleksander let out a short scoff on the fact that some lord of a land that covers barely about 5 villages would be distasteful to him, the general, the shadow summoner. But in his opinion these noble lords were so petty about their allies and Aleksander knew he wasn’t that friendly “I need you to sign that letter.”

Y/n had her eyes fixated on the letter reading through till the end, the letter written in a first person way with wordings seeming as if she did write it herself “Did you write this?” She asked looking up from the letter.

“No.” Aleksander replied flatly, surely the general wouldn’t be as free as to go about writing framed letters himself.

“Well next time you feel like writing a letter on by behalf know that I wouldn’t be this straight forward to a dear friend of my father’s who has know me my entire life…” her voice trailed off with a suppressed chuckle that Aleksander didn’t even seem to check the phrasings of the letter once.

“Alright then you write it yourself” He spoke sliding a blank paper across the table to her “Make it as authentic as you’d like.”

“I could write it but I am not going to sign it.” Y/n spoke with sincerity but she was calm to lay it out. “I don’t condone it.”

“I beg your pardon?” Aleksander said raising a brow quite phased that she would choose a decision revolting his.

“If I sign the letter Lord Eldon will surely send his soldiers given he is to watch over a larger estate with his handful of army it would be unwise so no…”

“That is exactly why I want you to sign it. If the letter is from you he will send his men-did-did you not hear me correctly the first time?” He asked budding quite misinterpreting what she meant to say as whole.

“I heard you just right and I am saying no.” Y/n still had a calm yet firm tone of her voice despite his obvious annoyance “Lord Eldon isn’t a sovereign lord his army is the third half of the Royal army…for him to send his soldiers, the domesticity of the people of his land would be compromised. I am not going to sign the letter and bind him with a moral obligation.”

“The domesticity of the people?” He repeated her words with a taunting amusement “You are crossing unnecessary lengths to spite me…just sign it.” Aleksander sighed not considering her genuine people caring intentions behind it.

“Oh I surely do have other things than to be free enough to spite you, General.” Y/n said crossing her arms to a firm stance “Should Lord Eldon send his men for you the crime, the looting, the disruption will increase in his lands with less men on patrol, when he doesn’t even have enough as it is. I am sorry but I cannot sign it.”

“Don’t you understand? This is important. We need those men and it requires just a mere signature of yours!” He exclaimed, very agitated as he let out an exaggerated sigh rubbing his eyes to get over the unwanted annoyance.

“It’s as if I am talking to a wall…you aren’t even trying to understand.” Y/n spoke shaking her head, Aleksander truly believed that y/n’s barrier for the sign was not the honour and morals she abided by but…pettiness. “If you need the soldiers so bad then write the letter yourself. Sign it and send it as yourself the general because frankly ‘we’ don’t need his men…the second army does, you do.”

“Y/n you don’t get to—“

“Lady y/l/n.” She corrected him mid sentence shrugging her shoulders, he wasn’t on first name terms with his own wife even the marriage was quite formal and political, should he believe that he had the authority over her to by using her first name in disdain she’d rather prove him wrong.

“Y/l/n.” He corrected his words with gritted teeth “Sign it. Be done with it.” Aleksander was running out of patience to convince or put forward any debate whilst she remained calm as ever as if he stance his words had no effect on her.

Y/n exhaled and she took the paper in her hands walking across the table to him, she looked at the letter one time as though she were considering signing it right before she tore it apart in his face and let the pieces of paper fall to the floor “I won’t.”

Aleksander huffed, he stood as if that action did not phase him, something he expected at the start of their conversation “It is almost humorous and immature to see how low you are willing to steep just to get a rise out of me.”

All of this over a sign…y/n said in her head yet she knew this conversation would only go further and further to no end. Aleksander was so head strong out of all she tried to explain it why she wouldn’t sign the letter he stood the same ground, “Ah yes of course my favourite hobby!” She said sarcastically rolling her eyes as she attempted to walk past him.

Aleksander stopped y/n in her tracks holding her by her upper arm, taken aback by this sudden action she tried to maintain her distance yet he gave her a firm tug towards him to sound more sincere “You might think you are so much above me with your moral grounds and your honour, silver spoon fed princess y/n, but you stand here, at the little palace, taking your council meetings as the general’s wife…and that’s what bothers you so much doesn’t it?” He sneered “It hurts your petty conscience…however you put it y/n you are not much different than me—you married me.”

“You know Aleksander, I did not have a say in this. It was announced I was to be married to the general…you. Before our wedding I didn’t even know what you looked like, my beliefs had nothing to do with our marriage my father simply married me off to a stranger on the king’s orders. You are just too arrogant to be around.” so much for the spoiled princess. Y/n replied bluntly as she looked at him and he seemed lost at words letting go of his grip on her arm. He instantly regretted his phrasing aware that must’ve stung her, he was not one to apologise but before he could even show his slight remorse for the words he chose she was already walking out her office, leaving him alone…a frequent sight for him. Sight he didn’t want to admit to but hated being used to, her walking away.

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A distasteful marriage had both Aleksander and Y/n bound to societal presence of being a rather joyous couple, hand in hand and smiling at the guests of the gala. One of the king’s many monthly amusements. Gather Royal gossiping and as Aleksander put it, arse kissing guests time to time for fine dining despite of what goes on within the country. Y/n was raised amongst these dinner parties of fake smiles and niceties, just assuming her smiles wouldn’t be as fake around her own husband was something she hadn’t planned. But there they were, the general and his wife, y/n graciously laughing at his comments as they talked to the Royal guests, arm in arm as if it wasn’t mere hours ago that two of them had an argument over council matters. “Ah Y/n!” One of the ladies from the Royal guests called her as she approached her and Aleksander. “General” the lady nodded respectfully. “You look lovely tonight princess-or should I say lady general now?” The lady commented as she let out a cheerful laugh.

“You wound me by addressing me with titles when you’re quite literally my favourite!” Y/n exclaimed with a courteous smile, “You are on first name basis hmm? Don’t insult our bond with titles!” Truthfully y/n didn’t even remember the name of the Lady who so cheerfully greeted her and Aleksander, she remembered her face from a few of royal dinners and galas from earlier and that was about enough for a small talk. However the ‘first name basis’ was a taunt to Aleksander which he must’ve registered the way his lips fell into a thin smile to seem as if he wasn’t phased.

“They say marriage changes people quite a lot but you two just as gallant as your wedding day!” The lady exclaimed.

“Why thank you that is very polite.” Aleksander spoke with a short nod, he was never the one to get so much involved in any of the small talks it seemed his wife was quite the master with remembering a lot of details about almost every royal guest she did most the talking for him while he’d stand there with small courtesies.

“Surely! And for a marriage to change you it requires quite a lot of the couple to be so present don’t you agree?” Y/n said to the lady in such a subtle manner though her words weighed heavy sly comments directed to Aleksander.

“Oh you are so right! As workaholic as the general is I imagine it is difficult to get his time.” The lady joked unaware of the original scenario of their marriage being worse than that. Y/n didn’t get his time, his thoughts or attention outside of these dinner parties anyways. She never took it up with Aleksander of course, it was bound to be met with disdain. Yet it didn’t stomach her well how getting Aleksander’s time out of his ‘workaholic’ schedule seemed something difficult to the lady and not y/n’s time. She was on the first army council herself and worked just as much…nothing new.

“Happens so often…” y/n’s voice trailed off as she chuckled at what seemed to be a light hearted mention of her husband’s businesses to the lady, “you’d be surprised” y/n added softly for Aleksander to hear. And he did, he’d been hearing these comments and taunts quite a few times in the course of that entire evening.

He thought maybe it had something to do with the correlation of their argument earlier, wether it was or wasn’t his patience wore so thin. After the dinner of snide remarks it almost seemed endless to Aleksander. Once it was over he walked back to y/n’s chambers with her, they left these events together so it would seem that they had the same bedchamber. However when y/n got inside hers thinking Aleksander would walk further down the hall to his, he walked inside the room with her. Y/n simply turned around when he entered alongside her before she could begin to ask the reason for it he shut the door behind him and stood afar exhaling “What was all that about?” He spoke and it seemed so demanding.

“What?” She asked truly clueless, she didn’t think those comments would actually get to him, most of those she most probably forgot even making.

“You kept on taunting me the entire evening!” He said crossing his arms trying his best to maintain his composure yet his body language was so angry and frustrated.

“Oh did I now?” Y/n asked tilting her head trying to go though some of the conversations in her head where he must’ve felt that she had done that, maybe.

“Y/n it-“

“Uh?” Y/n interrupted him mid sentence as he used her first name.

Aleksander spoke further regardless “It was disrespectful to me.”

“Are you going to have another one of your tantrums again? I did not have enough wine for this…” y/n sighed with her subtle composure and if only irritated Aleksander more and more. However much he tried to result her misconduct to her she seemed to be treating it so trivially.

“I am serious.” He said flatly and brisk of frustration lingered his tone.

“So am I. I truly did not drink enough to go through this again” Y/n said raising her brows at him, she gathered that if she reacted and engaged with him seriously, it wasn’t as if he was going to listen secondly he was awaiting for her to react the way he wanted her to so he could tell her how much of an inconvenience to she was to him. To his plans.

“You can’t just ignore me with sarcasm!” Aleksander exclaimed and he felt as though he would loose his temper so he exhaled taking in a breath for that situation to not arise, he wanted to prove his point across and it wouldn’t happen if he acted rather harshly or she wouldn’t be open to listen to him “I am your husband-why don’t I get to call you by your name?”

“Why? Lady y/l/n, lady general, lady wife doesn’t suffice?” She replied leaning on the table in the large bed chambers where he still stood by the doors.

“I address you with titles when you are surrounded and in meetings out of respect but amongst the two of us—“

“There is no amongst the two of us!” Y/n said this time as the subtlety of her tone leaving her. It was beyond her understanding how he his thought process counted her the harbinger of their unpleasant marriage. She threw her hands in the air pointing this to him “This might just be one of the few times where we’re ‘amongst the two of us’ behind closed doors and we are arguing! That’s the most you see for us.”

“Why are you so strongly opinionated towards me? I have never wronged you in any way!” He said exclaiming as he walked a few steps towards her both of their tones so above decency as their conversation got heated.

“Me? I am strongly opinionated? My husband doesn’t even share the same bed as me and you are saying that? Under different circumstances you wouldn’t have married me I’m not your like am I? I am not grisha—had it not been for your political status you wouldn’t even have this conversation. Me! It’s me-I am the one who has never wronged you yet I despise you that much.” Y/n spoke as her voice cracked by the end of it, she had went through this in her head a lot. Everything she could be doing right for him to stop being as cold to her until he drove her to stop believing in them.

Aleksander took a long pause before he spoke, he had never realised that this is what she’d been feeling due to him but it wasn’t is intention. “You…you don’t despise me.” He spoke looking away from him almost as if he couldn’t meet her gaze.

“Alright…sure! You can say anything you want to have the last word of this argument but it does not change the truth!” She spoke frustrated just then Aleksander leaped towards her grabbing the sides of her arms and pinned her to the wall, y/n just started at him blankly just registering how fast that had happened.

“You want to know the truth y/n? The truth is I am exhausted to see you disregard my love for you over and over because you do not fathom it. I have always hated those galas and dinner parties yet you make me await them so I could get to be close to you, if only for the mask of being a happy couple but I so miserably await being close to you. It is difficult to even work around you knowing out of everything I could want of the whole world I want you, your love and it is the one thing I can’t have—you don’t deserve my infuriating love, the darkness of it and had I not pushed you away you would’ve loved me like someone entitled to. I don’t want that entitled, dutiful love…I want it yours. Wholly yours. But it is getting difficult to push you away..” he finished as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes for quite the long moment. This was the most close they had been and neither seemed to move.

“Aleksander…” finally y/n said softly as her gaze softened towards him. Comprehending everything he just said. His expressions were truly taken aback when she said his name, for someone wanting to be that long buried part of himself, “Kiss me.” She looked at him unfaltering, as he pulled her into him from the waist letting go of her arms and crashed his lips onto hers. Such strong desire of a pushed away love, heavy, unfathomable, messy love. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as the two of them kissed their wearies away.

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I’m going to write more w s2 plots so let me know if you want to be tagged or request something <333

Hi pls if you’re supposed to be studying or doing anything future you would hate you for being here instead of finishing that please go do it I am in fail girl summer rn and I regret it I love u

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euphoniumpets · 1 year

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Hurt | Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You got hurt by one of the Grisha during your training and Aleksander is not happy about it.

Requested? Yes: Hi! Could I request aleksander morozova x reader, where reader is hurt by another grisha during a training session and aleksander is super fluffy and caring towards her (possibly after being angry at the other grisha)

Warnings: violence.

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''Where is she?''

Aleksander questioned as soon he stormed into your chambers where he saw Genya healing your wounds from the fighting earlier.

Genya turned around and saw Aleksander with a furious gaze. ''She's fine, I healed the rest of her wounds,'' Genya replied, sending him a comforting smile. Aleksander nodded before he dismissed her. Genya walked out of the room as Aleksander approached you by the chair.

''I'm fine, it's just a scratch,'' You replied, giving him a look. Aleksander didn't say anything but studied your face carefully. He had seen the fight where another Grisha used her power against you during the training, almost knocking you away during the fight.

Aleksander cupped your cheek and stroke his thumb slightly. ''Next time, I will order Fedyor to train you instead,'' You heard him speak, making you look up into his eyes with amusement.

''Aleksander, it's fine, they're just jelous that's all and I can handle it,'' You remarked. ''I know that you can handle yourself but I don't like having you ending up bruised after a fight,''

''That's why I have Genya to heal me,'' You replied and walked closer to his body. ''I know, but we can't let her heal you everytime, can we?'' Aleksander argued and raised your chin up.

You pouted at him. ''Why not?'' You asked, making him roll his eyes before placing his lips onto you. You sighed into the kiss and felt him place his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his body.

''You didn't answer my question,'' You murmured into his lips. ''And I will answer to that question later,'' He replied before placing his mouth against yours. You felt him lift you up before he placed you on top of the table and trail several kisses along your neck, making you moan.

LMAO, this ended up with smut instead-

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bakerstreethound · 2 years

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Beloved One

Kinktober: Purity Kink

Relationship: General Kirigan (Darkling) x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, purity kink, virgin reader, don’t hurt yourself honking on a bookshelf please, fingering, and oral sex (fem receiving)

Summary: He couldn’t help it, this draw he feels towards you, so when he catches you in his private library after avoiding prolonged eye contact at dinner, undisclosed desires are brought to light.

Alll writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT repost or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: First off forgive me as it has been some time since I have written extensive smut. Second, yay! Finally posted my first prompt for KinkTober! It’s been ages since I have written for Darkles and I am pleasantly surprised how this one turned out. I hope you all enjoy!

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Kirigan watched as she slipped on her kefta. Such a little thing, but he felt his mind wandering remembering the glances at dinner he shared. Oh, how he wanted to hold her in his arms and worship her, alas he feared someone was already lucky enough to claim her and be hers for all eternity.

He sighed, donning his heavy cloak, foregoing his evening ride for something else he liked to indulge in. The doors to the library usually sealed shut, were open ajar, still thinking nothing of it he makes way to the back where his favorite armchair resided. Only, he wasn’t expecting to see her there her legs draped over the arms of the chair, nose stuck and thoroughly engrossed in a book. He smirked to himself in amusement, who knew his beloved one broke the rules sneaking into not just any library, but his private one in fact?

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“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here my dear,” You felt a dark chuckle caressing your ear, smooth as the shadows dancing across the walls in the dim light. You shudder at the whisper, yet there he was in all his glory, General Kirigan before you. Your heart fluttered in your chest, beating frantically against your ribcage. You’d been trying for weeks to satiate this pull toward him, this invisible thread of fate that twisted its way between the two of you.

Those nights, you’d find your fingers moving of their own accord against you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reach the precipice of your pleasure, too afraid of the shame that would follow. You were a Grisha Soldier for saint’s sake, you had to hold yourself to a higher standard, so it simmered, sparking the flames within you every time he passed by, his cool demeanor doing nothing to quell the storm raging.

“What…General. I can explain.”

A dark smirk ghosts his lips and he plucks the book from your grasp. “Interesting,” his eyes skim the page. “If you wanted me to pin you this way, you need only ask, dear one.” His voice dropped a fraction, and you fought back a whimper. Hardly doing anything by existing, he had your tongue-tied, your heart rate skyrocketing.

“General,” your voice is rough, and you hate how soft and needy it sounds as you readjust yourself in the chair, trying to appear unbothered by his presence and words.

He steps closer, now settling himself on the arm of your chair, smugness lighting his words. “Tell me then why did you look away from me at the table? We shared a glance and your cheeks burned so bright, a beautiful shade of pink" He grins trailing a finger along your jaw. A cascade of goosebumps blossoms along your arms at the contact. Oh, how you wanted him but you knew you couldn't have him. The glance at dinner was a mistake. Why did your brain have to fantasize about him under the table doing unspeakable acts you'd only read about in your indulgent late-night dalliances?

He chuckles at your response, cupping your face, and gently tracing your lips with his thumb.

"You mean a lot to me"

"General, you can't mean that"

He strokes your hair with his other hand, twirling the strand between his fingers, lost in thought. He wants to grip your hair so tight, corrupt you with all the fantasies he's had about you, wanting to take you in his darkness, be one with him in his shadows alone in the eternal bliss of night as you reach the climax of your pleasure because of him.

"But I am only a soldier in your army, you could have the pick of the town, Saints the Sun Summoner herself has laid all eyes on you and yet you want me? I am nothing compared to you, Kirigan."

"Careful," his eyes hold a hint of warning, dark desire shooting to your core. "Think about what I might do to you for speaking such blasphemy…I am eternal…but you are so much more…you belong to me."

"Kirigan…I…I've only read about these things in stories…you want to make me yours?" Your stupid heart skipped another beat, your head screaming warning signs. There's no way he could want you, he's playing with you like he did Alina to get what he wants. You're far too inexperienced and would he hate you after one night and never speak to you again? You can't believe you're entertaining this thought until he breaks the silence and worries of your frantic mind.

"Do you trust me?"

You find yourself nodding, your thighs pressing themselves together trying to give yourself the friction you now so desperately wanted. No matter how much your brain logically tried to deny this appeal you find the carnal hunger needing to be satiated if only by this man, this Shadow Summoner.

When his lips meet yours you gasp drawing him deeper to you, his body pressing up against you in the chair, pinning you in place. Each kiss is an ember, stoking the flames of your core and oh, he’s smug your General, happily obliging to trail his hands down your sides, your hands reaching around his neck, drawing groans and a strained whimper from him when you tug the hair at the nap of his neck.

He breaks away gasping for air, burying his fingers deeper in your hair. “Oh, my darling do you know what I want to do to you? Want to bury my fingers in you and make you cry my name into the night, worship you with my tongue…” he grasps your chin, gaze boring into your own, brimming, smoldering all for you as he helps you up from the chair, pinning you to the bookshelf near the darkest corner of the room.

You are all he wants to taste to adore and when you feel him undo your kefta, releasing you from their confines, he draws a shaky breath, in utter awe of you. The gentle marks he leaves on your inner thighs have you shuddering, absolute putty in his hands when he kneels before you.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair tugging slightly eliciting a groan from him which reverberated to your core causing you to clench around nothing, worsening the ache, your absolute carnal need for the General…your General….the man who claims to adore you, wanting to worship you beyond all doubt beyond all reason right here on the altar of your pleasure. He will be your first and last corrupting you and everything between. When his tongue enters your folds he groans, gripping your hips tight, your head falling back against the shelves.

“Fuck General, yes…” your chest heaves and he continues drawing such delicious sounds from you taking pride in knowing he’s your first. He swirls and sucks and you grind against his tongue desperation fueling you and oh, it feels like something else on another plane of existence, the grace and skill of his tongue and when two fingers replace his tongue, you’re seeing stars and he brings his lips to yours, swallowing your moans.

Your head falls back again, and you’re clawing at his back, hoping, praying to the saints there will be indentions from your nails there for memory to remember this night always. You know you won’t forget this night and his lips find yours as you reach your climax shouting his name like some forbidden prayer, your legs trembling and he holds you steady panting and gasping as well, his hair a glorious mess. You run your fingers through it again, chuckling and he raises a brow.

“Yes, darling?”

“Perhaps I should sneak into your library more often.”

“Oh, darling, you didn’t even sneak it, I left it open…for you, my beloved.”

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dhampiravidi · 1 year

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Hi, please feel free to read my fic “Moi Soverenyi”! Feedback is appreciated!

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amiramorozova · 2 years

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Soulmates? Surrender to temptation

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Amira Silina Warning: Temptation, unprotected sex, first time Author’s note: Still working on writing these, takes longer than most chapters Aleksander had a good hold of me as we were making out while I was in his arms, when we reached his door. I felt him adjusting me but I reached behind me to open the door and he knocked it open before he used his foot to kick it close. In that moment I forgot about him being a vampire or the heretic as I reached up and started remove his Kefta.

"Amira.." Aleksander said in a husky voice that made a shiver go through my spine. I felt my arousal build and I knew I had to of been wet for him. He set me on my feet as his mouth never left mine but let me remove his Kefta. It dropped on the floor easily as I worked on his General coat next. I was impatient but I'd lost my resistance to him as I felt him set me on his desk as he moved the only part of my dress keeping it on me. So when he lifted me off it slid off with ease.

"Just like I thought you'd be..in that dream but this won't be that easy." Aleksander said as he claimed my lips in a kiss. I kissed him back as I wrapped my legs around him. When he climbed on his bed with me as I removed. "It's a full moon." I said as he smirked and kissed my neck making me want him even more. "It's a myth Sun Summoners can conceive on the nights of the full moon." Aleks said as he kissed my neck and I knew spite his condition being due to Merzost he was clearly capable of doing so. "Shut up." I said as I kissed him then switched us where he was beneath me then I removed his shirt exposing his chest to me.

"Look at you..think of what your tracker would think or your father that you'd be with me." Aleks said as I looked at him "What they don't know is not going to hurt them." I said as I kissed him again. What I didn't expect was him to pull me down and him already be hard as I was surprised. "This is what you cause waiting for you to be this compliant." Aleks rocked himself against me. I felt my face get flushed as I knew that he was telling the truth. "A-Aleks.." I stuttered

When he was done torchering me he moved me off as he reached up and removed the panties smoothly. He knew he could not rip them off this time since I had to go back home after this. I noticed he smirked. "That's what I like to see..how I effect you." Aleks said

I blushed but then he had me underneath him as I looked at him. His lips met mine as his touch was soft as I kissed him back. I was distracted by his kisses before I felt him teasing my slit. I shivered from the touch but then the moment his finger slipped inside my entrance I gasped. "Just relax.." Aleks whispered against my lips "It'll be just like the dream once I really get started."

I tried to relax as he moved ever so slowly before adding another finger and keeping his pace as I whined. He knew exactly what he was doing as he knew just how to get me where he wanted witnessing his dream he put me in. So when he hit the right spot I moaned. I heard him chuckle as he kept going. "So wet for me..your tracker friend would almost be jealous your about to give your virginity to me instead of him." Aleks teased and I about wanted to yell at him that he was teasing when I felt him remove his fingers and whined from the loss of contact.

"Such a needy soulmate.." Aleks said as he smirked but I watched him as he started to remove his clothes for the party. I felt like I was watching something I shouldn't but yet part of me felt like this was a dream again. Yet when he returned hovering over me I knew it wasn't as he looked at me before he had me sit up where my skin touched his while he messed with my bra. "Tonight Amira, you're mine." Aleks said as he claimed my lips in a kiss.

I kissed him back as he had me lay down, I already knew it would hurt at first as he reached down slipping his hands guiding my legs to part for him. I wasn't paying attention as he lined up with my entrance and slowly thrust in as I clinged to him. I felt it as he slowly but surely pushed in inch by inch until his hips met mine as I pulled away from the kiss. I flinched being so full of him that I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Shh, relax..you're doing so well. Taking me completely.." He whispered in my ear as I felt his smirk. "Your made for me Amira. But you already knew that having my initials."

I relaxed while I got used to him, with the dream it was easy since he could manipulate it but this was reality. When I felt I was ready I moved my hips to test it only to moan which let him know I was ready. Aleksander started his a slow pace as he pulled me into another kiss. The sounds coming from me were muffled but after so long he switched our positions as I felt slightly nervous but he helped me as he guided my movements. I had to pull away when a moan was ripped from me. "Faster..harder.." I said

Before I could think of anything I felt him moving faster and harder until he decided to get rough with me and felt him hit my cervix opening form within me. "Aleks!" I yelled as I heard him laugh a bit "Right there, right where you knew I hit in the dreams. such a good girl!" He said as he kept going and I felt it building within me as my breathing increased and the knot felt like it would come undone any minute. Aleks seemed to realize too cause he started moving even faster and harder as I groaned and moaned. "That's it..hold on just a little longer and we'll cum together." He assured me as I did the best to do as he asked. Before too long we both came undone together as my release went over me. Once I came down my mind registered that we didn't use any protection.

"Aleksander...your a vampire so that means I can't get pregnant, right?" I asked as he seemed to be enjoying the sight he was seeing. He was looking up at me as if he hadn't thought of it. "Normally that's true." Aleksander said as I looked at him curious. "Normally?" I asked as he leaned up and pulled me close "Amira, this isn't a normal situation. You're my soulmate..so it's possible." Aleks whispered within my ear.

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the allure of darkness | the darkling

The line between good and bad has blurred for her. Her every thought now is him; his gentle touch and hungry kiss, his whispered confessions in the dark. All she can think about is the both of them, stronger and more powerful than anything together.

WORD COUNT: 4k

PAIRING: the darkling x sun summoner!fem reader

CONTENTS: NSFW 18+, unprotected penetrative sex, fem masturbation, slight sub/dom dynamics (sub!reader), a bunch of villain-y and morally grey stuff, mentions of food and alcohol consumption

A/N: honestly, just a couple of *lovesick* idiots getting down and dirty with a corruption arc for the reader, because what is hotter than being evil together? absolutely nothing. I do have a soft spot for the villains, so I had a bit of fun letting my mind run free with this. it’s all in good fun. p.s. this is on ao3 as a darklina fic if you’d rather read that!

There’s few things in the world she loves more than waking up next to him, she recalls — wrapped in his black silk sheets, safe in his embrace, his naked body tangled up with hers, her head on his chest. She adores the few minutes they share before they both get out of bed and get on with their daily duties, when the sun has barely risen and the palace hasn’t woken up yet; the world seemingly still and quiet, just for them. She cherishes those moments where his walls are down, where he’s comfortable with showing the most vulnerable parts of him to her.

At the beginning of their relationship, she had to try very hard to not send everyone and everything to hell and just run around the palace looking for him like a mad woman everyday. Most of the time now, when she’s training with the other Grisha or having lunch with them at the domed hall, she’s distracted enough to not think about him too much; but any spare second that she gets, all she can think about is nighttime, longing for the sun to finally set so she can see him again, be in his arms again.

When she does get to see him during the day, it’s somehow worse. The hours pass slowly and feel excruciatingly long, and painful, when she’s forced to watch him from afar. Watch as he discusses war matters, pacing across the room, strutting around the palace with that dignified smirk and grey slate eyes, as handsome as the devil. It takes everything in her to not run to him and kiss him hard against the wall in front of everyone.

Now, as she makes her way to his chambers to join him for dinner, she can’t help her mind from wandering to thoughts of last night. She can perfectly recall the feel of his stubble on her inner thighs, his head between her legs; his cheeks flushed and his eyes pooled with desire as he stared up at her and drove her to the edge of insanity with every lap of his skilled tongue. She hasn’t been able to think about anything else the whole day. Nadia and Marie had even pointed out that she seemed more distracted than usual. She’d tried to brush it off, but she has to admit that the prospect of someone finding out about her little encounters with the general is sort of exciting.

She finally reaches his quarters at the end of the long hallway, knocking on his door briefly, but making her way in unannounced as always. She closes the door behind her soundlessly, to find him already waiting for her, sitting by the fireplace at a small dining table, dinner for the both of them laid out in front of him.

“Aleksander,” she speaks. She knows how much he adores hearing his name coming out of her mouth and how delicately she says it, with so much intention and so carefully, like a whispered secret.

He turns around at the sound of her voice, and a smile spreads across his face when he sees her. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gets up from his seat, quickly crossing the room to her in long strides, and places his hands on her cheeks, pulling her to him into a hungry kiss. It’s merely the press of his lips to hers, but it’s starved and passionate, like he’s been waiting for it as much as she has. She melts into his embrace, all of the tension and the longing from the day evaporating into thin air as their bodies collide.

“I’ve been dying to see you the whole day,” he says, his eyes meeting hers in the warm lamplight of the room. “Come, sit with me.”

He takes her hand in his and guides her to sit down at the table, moving his seat so he’s next to her instead of across, his fingers still interlocked with hers. “Dinner?”

As much as she’d rather do other things than sit patiently and have her dinner, she has to admit she’s famished. Her training sessions have been so intense lately, leaving her whole body trembling with power and an immense thirst for more afterwards. “I’m starving.” she says, trying to make her underlying intentions clear through the suggestive tone of her voice.

He smiles that damned half-smirk of his, and ignoring her cheeky comment, reaches for the bottle of kvas on the table, pouring the cool, clear liquid into small glasses for the both of them. “How was training? I hear you’re making big advances.”

“I think I am. I can feel myself getting stronger. It feels good.”

“Of course it does. It’s what you were born for, Y/N. There’s no one else like you.”

She smiles. His words always seem to stir something in her, always seem to surprise her. He’s not one to give compliments for free, but he’s made sure she knows he truly means everything he always says to her. There was a time where she wouldn’t have known how to respond or maybe even believed it, but his flattery feels good. She even feels smug about it. She likes it when he praises her; even more when he’s whispering it in her ear, preferably with him on top of her, deep inside her.

“You look beautiful, by the way. This is new.” he points out, brushing his fingers against the golden embroiders of her sleeve. She is, in fact, wearing a brand new kefta made of pure black silk, embroidered with intricate curling patterns stitched with real gold thread and small black beads that glint under the light. She can recall the look on his face the first time he’d seen her wearing his color, when she first realized she loved the way he always looks at her, like she’s a ray of sunshine breaking through a stormy sky.

Everything changed between them that night in the war room, the first night they’d shared together. With every touch, every caress, every kiss and every whispered confession, he awoke something in her — something between them. Unlocked some mystical thing from the very depths of their souls that had been dormant for so very long. It felt as if everything had fallen into place and finally, finally, they were together once again, as if they’d been separated in some other lifetime and had been looking for one another this whole time. Suddenly, everything made sense. And now, it’s like he’s all over her. Like she can feel his presence everywhere, as if she carries a piece of him with her at all times.

“I missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. About last night.” she confesses, looking at him with an eager look in her eyes, not able to keep up the banter any longer. Her mind is clouded with desire already, and the longing she’s felt the whole day overpowers anything else.

His gaze meets hers, and she’s at a loss for words as she sees his grey eyes darken in the dim light of the fire. He slowly sets down his glass of kvas, his jaw clenched tight as he turns to her. In a sudden movement, he pulls her onto his lap, smashing his lips against hers. He whispers her name into her mouth, his hands around her waist holding her in place and pulling her closer to him.

It takes everything in her to not explode into a blazing light at his words, his touch sending a wave of surety and undiluted power through her. Exhilarating. That’s what his kiss feels like. She feels like she’s found herself, like she belongs somewhere. Next to him. She loves that feeling, and she can’t get enough of it. She’s gone her whole life feeling alone and out of place, never enough for anyone or anything, but she knows this is where she’s meant to be. In his arms.

His tongue swipes at her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she opens her mouth, giving herself to him and allowing him to take as much from her as he wishes. She moans deeply as his tongue brushes against hers, hot and heavy in a passionate fight. His lips move down her neck, sucking over her pulse and the sweet spot under her ear. She shivers under his mouth, his strong hands moving down her back to place themselves on her bottom, squishing hard as he pulls her closer to his body. She runs her hands through his soft hair, her fingers pulling at it lightly, playing with the strands of dark hair at the nape of his neck, earning a grunt of pleasure from him.

She can feel him growing hard and hot under her, pressing into her center, desperate to be released from his tight pants. She rolls her hips needily against his, whining at the little friction it creates against her core. It’s not nearly enough. Her fingers descend from his hair to his chest, fumbling with the metallic clasps of his kefta, eager to get him out of his clothes and on top of her as soon as possible. He removes the garment, peeling it off his body and mindlessly tossing it away to some corner of the room, his lips never leaving hers.

He stands up from his seat harshly then, pulling her with him, her legs wrapped around his torso and his hands on her back supporting her. With one arm, he swipes everything laying on the table away, plates and dishes scattering to the floor and smashing loudly. She’s too consumed in his kiss to even acknowledge it as he sits her on top of the table, his hips hard against hers as he settles in the space between her legs. “Mine,” he grunts out into her mouth as he kisses her again, more eager and aggressive this time.

I am yours, she thinks. As you are mine. He smirks out of nowhere into their kiss, and for a moment she thinks he might actually be able to hear her thoughts now. She wouldn’t be surprised by how strong their connection feels.

He’s shown her what lies in the darkness, so alluring and enchanting and eye-opening, and in exchange, she’s paved a sunlit path for him, where they can stand together, stronger than ever and more powerful than anything that has ever graced the earth before their time. In such a short time, she has become his sunlight, his light in the dark, his warmth in the cold, his clarity. He aches for her, and he loves her, and he can say it now with surety because he can feel it, deep in his bones and heavy in his chest. After so many years, he can finally say he’s found his missing piece.

His kisses travel down her neck and over her clavicle, kissing and licking and nipping anywhere his mouth can get a hold of. His skilled fingers make quick work of the buttons of her black kefta, undoing all the fasteners and ribbons tying the garment together, eager to feel more of her skin under his hands.

His touch is starved, greedy, insatiable. He can’t get enough, never nearly enough. He claims what is his and so does she, feeding off of each other like ravenous creatures that have been in the dark, alone and afraid for way too long - now free and ready to succumb to each other, be one another’s, become one in the most intimate of senses; bound in mind, soul and body. Both as one. Equal. Like day and night or light and dark. Balanced, and in perfect harmony, but powerful all the same. He’d give her anything she asks of him and in this moment, she’s sure she’d do the same for him.

“More,” she moans into his mouth. “I want more.” He smirks, his hand traveling down her body, bunching up her skirt. His hands slither under it, his fingers wiggling their way up and between her legs. His whole hand closes around her upper thigh, dangerously close to where she needs him the most, his thumb drawing slow and deliberate patterns on her skin. He draws lazy circles over the thin material of her underwear before his hand slips past it. His fingers graze her clit for just a moment before they move down to circle her entrance, spreading the wetness around. Her head is hot and fuzzy and she’s pulsating, the throbbing emptiness between her legs driving her crazy. She’s aching for him, soaking and desperate for him to fill her up.

“Aleksander,” she whines softly once more when he dips just the tip of his finger inside her, enough to shake her whole body, her walls contracting around nothing as he teases her. Her eyes fall shut with pleasure as two of his long fingers sink inside her, brushing up against her walls, slowly, all the way up to his knuckles and pressing down into that right spot that makes her back arch. His fingers are deep inside her, moving in and out of her at a steady pace, grazing all the right places with the perfect amount of pressure.

It’s like he knows her body like the palm of his hand, knows what makes her tick, what sends her over the edge. What has her begging for him. He pumps his fingers quicker, deeper, responding to what her body is telling him; giving her what she wants, what she’s asking of him without any words. She moans, mouth hanging open, and he can feel the vibrations of the sound on her throat under his mouth. His lips close over her pulse, sucking wet kisses, his teeth nipping at her flesh, breaking through the skin and surely leaving a mark — a faint memory and reminder of their nights spent together.

“I want you,” she says. She can’t think of anything else, she just wants him, all of him, now. Or she’ll go insane. “Please.” He slides his fingers out of her and she whines at the emptiness she feels already. He sticks them in his mouth then, basking in the flavour of her on his tongue with a happy expression.

“I want you in my bed,” he says, that damned half-smile of his appearing on his face, and goes in for another kiss, meeting her lips with fervor and lust, taking as much as he can before he picks her up again, carrying them both to his bedroom and placing her gently on his bed. The black satin sheets feel cool against her flushed body, sending a shiver down her spine as he settles between her legs once more, backing her up against the headboard, her hair spread out on his pillows.

He helps her out of her remaining clothes in a comfortable silence and between playful kisses. Once they’re done, his hands find her breast, giving her a little squeeze before pinching her nipple lightly between his thumb and index finger, a whimper leaving her lips. One of his hands travels down her bare body, the skin prickling underneath and waking up under his touch. As his fingers dance across her abdomen, inching closer and closer to her center, his touches light as a feather, she feels that feeling of surety again. So familiar, so distinct, so perfectly him. He calls for her, like some beast howling for its mate. Like calls to like. And she responds. By throwing her head back in ecstasy from how good he’s making her feel with barely the graze of his fingers.

As much as he longs for her, he’s still a patient man, his kisses and touches slow and deliberate, each so preciously and perfectly laid in place. He always takes his time with her, to savour her, to learn every little crevice of her body, night by night; slowly, tentatively, like they both have all the time in the world. And they do. They are eternal. The thought of a forever next to him has her trembling in anticipation, her stomach doing a dozen somersaults at the prospect of multiple lifetimes of this. Of him, and his lips, and his hands, and his boyish smile that’s only reserved for her; his smokey voice and misty eyes; his softly spoken words and his smirk, and his power.

He notices she’s squirming around, bucking up her hips, trying to draw pleasure out of nowhere to ease the throb between her legs as he takes his time undressing himself. He smirks at how desperate she is for him, catching one of her legs in his hand and wrapping it around his torso, settling himself on top of her. “Let me take care of you,” he says in a low, deep voice.

He gives himself a few tugs before he aligns with her entrance, running his tip through her wet folds and spreading her arousal around. He hisses through his teeth at the feeling and finally decides to end the teasing, slowly pushing into her, easing in slickly and filling her up inch by inch, like a perfect fit. A moan gets caught in her throat as he starts moving, thrusting into her at an excruciatingly slow rhythm, lacing his fingers with hers. She swears she’s going to lose her mind if he keeps up this slow torture.

It’s one of those nights where he prefers to take his time with her, to discover her and listen to her body and how it responds to him. He keeps pushing into her, keeping up his tortuous pace, his hips snapping against hers as he clings desperately to her, grabbing harshly at her thighs wrapped around his middle and just about anywhere he can get his hands on. He seems to be as drunk on her as she is on him, his face buried on the crook of her neck, his teeth sinking on her flesh, a broken moan caught in his throat. Her moans have him coming undone, and she revels in the knowledge of no one being able to get a reaction like that out of him but her.

She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he pumps into her, again and again, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back and see the stars. He’s panting and groaning into her ear, eager whispers of her name leaving his lips that only manage to drive her closer and closer to the edge of insanity. His whole body is pressed against hers, she can feel every little crevice of him, every bit of skin touching, sending coursing waves of electricity through her whole body. She can barely hold the smile creeping on her face.

“Say you’ll rule by my side. Say that you will. For me.” he whispers in her ear.

“Aleksander,” she moans at a loss for words. She can’t even make sense of what he’s telling her, her thoughts too clouded with lust and passion and pleasure and the pure desire she feels for him.

“Say you’ll be my queen.”

“I will. I’m yours.” She would stand by his side and watch the world burn if it meant she could have him. If it meant they could be together forever.

She used to care about doing the right thing, being good. It’s what she’d always been taught. To be a good little girl — quiet and delicate, giving and polite. But the line between good and bad had blurred for her months ago. She’d blinked and suddenly, she wasn't really sure of what was right or wrong. Once she’d gotten a taste of his darkness, his power, and her power, she didn’t want anything else. Greed is the Saint she worships now. She wants more, always more, and he’s willing to give it to her.

He’d confessed his true intentions to her under the willow tree by the lake, the moonlight illuminating his features in a beautiful glow; his hand cupping her cheek delicately, a sincere look in his eyes. In a moment of honesty, he’d told her his real name, his true identity, and had allowed himself to show her a piece of his broken soul. He’d looked so beautiful then — so human, and yet, so out of this world.

But everything he’d told her had made so much sense to her. He’d suffered so much, seen so much, lived countless lifetimes bearing the biggest burden and doing everything he could to protect his people. She could help him. If she stood by his side, Grisha would never have to hide away anymore, they would never have to hide. They would become the most powerful creatures to ever grace the earth. Together, invincible. So she’d given in. She’d kissed him under the moonlight then as if her life depended on it.

They are meant to be together, to rule together, and she knows that now. No one can understand her like he can, and no one can complete him like she can. The burden they carry is theirs to bear, but at least they have each other, and that is enough.

And now as he moves his hand down between their bodies, rubbing tight and quick circles against her clit, and hits a very sensitive spot inside her, she feels it coming. Feels herself falling off the edge. Pure, undiluted power coursing through her in waves of bright electricity. The room spins, or maybe it’s her head, she’s not really sure. She’s somewhere else, with him, far away from the room. She’s never felt something like it. A connection so strong, so obvious, so tangible. So palpable, hanging in the air between them like a field of energy. At that moment, it feels like something in the universe shifts and rearranges, something that’s been off falls right back into place.

He comes right after her with a plea of her name on his lips, and it’s evident he’s feeling the same way she is, his knuckles white, his mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight as he cums inside her. She feels the warmth of his release, warm and sticky, dripping down her inner thigh as he pulls out of her after what feels like full minutes to her, leaving her feeling physically empty but oddly more complete than before. She feels the weight of him being lifted off her as he lays down on the bed beside her, pulling her body towards him and into a tangle of arms and legs, his naked chest pressed to hers as he pecks her lips lightly.

This is what he is. How he makes her feel. Absolutely alive. They discovered pretty quickly how his amplifying abilities heightened everything between them, and needless to say, they’ve taken full advantage of it so far. He always leaves her feeling radiant and energized, her skin prickling with electricity and an unexplainable glow that seems to never leave now. This is where she feels the safest - in his bed, with him. His darkness is alluring, it engulfs her and wraps around her like a blanket of safety. It assures her that he’s there, and he’s never leaving, and she wouldn’t trade it for a thousand suns.

“Sleep, my love.” He whispers, placing a kiss on her hair, his voice sweet and smooth like rivers of honey.

And with that, she closes her eyes, ready to be enveloped in his comforting shadows, content with his beautiful face being the last thing she sees before she drifts off into sleep; her head on his chest, feeling the steady rising and falling of his breathing, his heart beating fondly in perfect rhythm with hers. Two lost souls destined to find each other, to be together, colliding in on each other like an eclipse, and falling into perfect harmony, finally.

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No Lies

Aleksander Morozova / General Kirigan x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, description of sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willies kids) language,mentions of injuries, doesn't really follow Shadow and Bone storyline, fluff, little bit of angst

You both tried to fight the urge to be in each other embrace since the first day you met, effortlessly trying to shield away from your feelings

You were never truly scared of him and his shadows, but the lies and the unsaid things felt like a fog too dense to be wandered in

And the promise of a sun summoner being the only true destiny of the starless saint made you close yourself up in your mortality

On the other hand, Aleksander wanted to keep you safe, away from a man born to be surrounded by war and suffering. And deep inside, in a twisted selfish way, he also wanted to protect himself from the inevitable heartbreak of losing you

So you went on for years, standing next to each other in the war room, on the battlefield, catching a glimpse of his tall figure in the corridor of the little palace whenever you could. The tips of your fingers burning to touch him every time you were close, his shadow disobeying his will trying to reach for you. But nothing ever happened, both your hearts too shy and hurt to give in the searing feeling of wanting to be each other’s future

He watched you coming back injured thousand of times, mission after mission, getting every time more difficult to just stand by your closed door to listen to your heartbeat

You watched him riding away to the fold, the curtain of your windows doing a poor job hiding your teary eyes as you prayed every god to let him come back safe

And you eventually watched the sun summoner coming into his life, ready to leave the little palace, your heart unable to bear seeing him with someone else. But that didn't happen, she tore down the fold and disappeared from his life, leaving a safer place behind

You never believed that after the fold everything would have been fine, and you were right Drüskelle were still haunting down Grisha, Ravka was at war on different fronts and the Darkling’s soul was still tormented as ever

You both spent months apart, bodies aching to be reunited again, to see with your own eyes that the other one was safe

And it happened, sooner than you thought, when you were ambushed by Drüskelle while camping on the land where once stood the fold

He rode faster than he ever did, his mind telling him it was too late, that he had already lost you. He stumbled twice while running through the corridors to reach your room, panting and almost crying as he stood by your bed. He tried to listen to your heart but his own was too loud in his ears. Healers went on explaining you were alive, fighting an infection they couldn't cure. He discharged everyone, kneeling by your side and taking your hand in his, pressing it on his lips as he quietly sobbed against your skin

He spent hours by your bed, eventually rising back on his feet when Fedyor went calling for him. He looked down at you, selfishly deciding that if he ever was to lose you, he wouldn’t let it happen without a taste of your lips. He bent down, leaving a quick bruising kiss to the corner of your mouth, disappearing soon after

You woke up after two days to a soft voice, finding your general at your side, reading a book out loud. You called him and he stood up quickly, throwing his book away and rushing to you, his mouth on yours, making you wonder if you died and ended up in heaven.

Two years later you find yourself in his bed, getting woken up by the soft touch of his shadow on your skin. You open your eyes and you’re surrounded by darkness, impressively warm and soft. You reach for his head on your naked chest, slightly stroking his hair as you feel him squirming uneasy

“Sasha? Wake up, love. It’s all okay” you whisper gently, pressing gentle kisses on his forehead

You can’t see him, but you realise he’s awake at his gasp. He moves a little, tightening his grip around your waist, burying his face deeper in your chest

You keep massaging his head as you wait for him to call the shadows back like he usually does, but they seem to expand, almost swallowing the whole palace

“Aleks, call them back darling. We don’t want Ivan to piss his pants, mh?” you murmur gently, trying to ease his tense aura a little

He shivers for a moment, shadows slowly retrieving to your bodies on the bed. You can feel them brush against you, and you gently place a hand on his shoulder when they’re confined in your shared room, telling him that it’s enough like this

He moves his head slightly, looking up at you and you smile, even if you can't see him

Darkness slowly drift from your figures, still filling the room but giving you space to see his troubled eyes

“Hi handsome” you beam, leaning down a little to kiss him softly “Everything okay Sasha?”

“You were gone, couldn’t save you” he mutters, moving on you till his body fully covers yours

“I’m fine, Aleks, I’m right here” you smile softly, moving up to gently kiss him again as the shadows close tighter around you, embracing your bodies once again

You reach for them, lazily moving your hand in the fog, playing a little

His kiss grows demanding as he notices your movements, toying with the darkest part of his soul and accepting every piece of his twisted being

He’s hungry on you, his dick pressing against you as you gasp, a little uneasy without any preparation and he looks down at you apologetically. You nod slightly, smiling as he stills his movements. You spend minutes kissing, joined as one soul, soothing each other’s scars before you move under him, making him groans a little as he pushes inside you

He’s eager to kiss every little portion of skin he can reach, mouth leaving bruises on your neck, your shoulders, before it wraps around your nipple, sucking hard and making you moan

You try to bring him closer, a hand on his head, moving his face to yours to kiss him before he goes back to mark your chest

His thrusts consume you for hours, moving your body around as he pleases, taking orgasms after orgasms from you until he’s satisfied, filling you and giving you everything he has as both your moans crush against the walls

He lays you down on his chest, hugging you tight as the shadows slowly retrieve, revealing the sun slowly raising outside

You look up at him, smiling at his peaceful expressions, the little wrinkles on his forehead soothed, making him look younger

Here between his arms there are no duties, no lies, no wars keeping you apart

He smiles back at you, bending his head to kiss you slowly

You lay together, declaring sweet words of love to each other till the sun is high in the sky

#aleksander kirigan #aleksander kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morovoza #the darkling #general kirigan #kirigan x reader #gender neutral reader #aleksander smut #general kirigan smut #ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes smut #aleksander morozova smut #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #grisha #grishaverse #esse writings

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embrassemoi · 3 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

❧ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Hymn of Light *

CHAPTERS: i | ii

The reader, Y/N, is a Sun Summoner and in a long-term relationship with the Darkling. After an event at the Little Palace, the Darkling is more than happy to finally be alone with his lover.

Imagine Being Loved by Me *

“Say it,” his voice was low, nothing more than a whisper but it came out as an underlying threat that sent shivers up her spine. “Tell me you love me.”

My Sunlight

A sleepy Aleksander waking up beside his own personal sunlight.

❧ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒

Mornings with Aleksander

The darkling ravishing you after a long day *

The Darkling coming home early

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 3 years

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Aleksander Kirigan / Mine

Prompt: “You don’t know what you do to me do you?”

Word Count: 4,031

Warnings: 18+, Smut, literally just smut, semi-exhibitionism, oral (m + f receiving), desk sex, under the desk oral, religious imagery/references (saints/heretics), set before the winter fete, probably my best smut ngl,

Summary: aleksander takes what’s rightfully his -- you. and he doesn’t care who hears, and surprisingly -- neither do you.

You find him where you always do — in his office, maps and reports spread out in front of him. You had slipped away from your room, peeking through the crack in the door, and you spotted him immediately — not that he was difficult to miss. The inscrutable General Kirigan — everyone’s eyes were always on him when he made his presence known. His hands rested on the brim of the desk in front of him, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his country’s future. Power brimmed in every step he took, every move he made, every glance he took, and every word he spoke — and your eyes, like everyone else’s, couldn’t help but find his figure in a crowd.

But his eyes were always looking back at you.

And you remembered the first time you saw those eyes, brought before him in his tent, his eyes flickering up and down the length of you — and you only saw scrutiny — and not the pain underneath, the gentleness. And you wondered if that was a side he only showed you — you hoped it was a side he only showed you.

Your cheeks burned as you watched him carefully, a small sigh leaving his lips, and you bite your own — you knew a meeting would be starting soon enough, you knew you probably shouldn’t be watching him, you shouldn’t try to distract him from his work — but there were a lot of things you should have been doing.

And a lot of things you wanted him to do to you.

Be careful of powerful men, Genya had warned you, and you knew you would do well to heed that warning — but how could you?

And you wondered how she saw so easily through you — and if she had, then did others as well? Did they see the way you looked at him? Could they sense the way you longed for him to touch you, to draw closer and closer, until your lips touched? And did they see the way he looked at you? The way he smiled softly at you, a way he never did with anyone else. The way he drew you in — closer and closer to him? It was a force beyond you or him — and it pulled you to him just as it pulled him to you.

So how could you be careful? When your heart was already in his hands — he held it tighter than even a heartrender could and it was his to rend — even if you didn't wish to admit it.

"Are you going to watch me all day?" His voice rings out, pulling you from your thought, as he turns to glance at you.

And you bite your lip, caught in the act, as you slip into his office, closing the door behind you, to which his brow raises for only a half-second, "I didn't mean to disturb you— I—”

"You are never a disturbance," he shakes his head, "I welcome the company, especially if it is yours," and his lips curl softly as they do — only for you, as his full attention settles upon you, "is there something you need?"

You hesitated — you needed him, far too many restless nights spent thinking of his touch, of his skillful hands sliding up and beneath your kefta, his teeth grazing your skin to mark you as his own, of his face pressed between your thighs — the delicious burn of his beard as he kissed—

But you couldn't say that, and you toyed with the buttons of your kefta, so you said, "Do I need a reason to see you?"

And there's a ghost of a smile on his lips as he steps closer, "Most do, but I'm glad to see you're the exception," with his height, he looms over you, and you close the gap, but brush past him, arms brushing as you stand beside him.

"What are you working on?"

"Intel reports," and you spot a sketch of someone with a raven handled cane, before he tucks it away — "I'm briefing for a strategy meeting in a few minutes that I cannot miss."

And you mock pout, "Even for me?"

And he tilts his head, "Is there something so crucial that you must have me attend to it?"

"No," you shake your head, lips pressed shut as if the truth would escape otherwise, "but I too enjoy your company, more than most,"

And his eyes gleam in the dim light of his office, even the shadows seem to grow on the walls, as his lips curl, "How much more?"

And you can't breathe under his steady gaze, stealing the air from your very lungs with his gaze and replacing your blood with lava when his fingers finally brush your cheek — the very same way he did when he had saved you. Those very same hands that could wreak such havoc and wrought such fear touch you gently now, his smooth fingers running over the length of your cheek.

“More than I care to admit,” you breathe, leaning into his touch, and you see him smile, “more than I even can comprehend,”

And it’s true — words slipping from your lips, as they part for him now, longing to feel more than his breath warm your lips — and he's leaning closer, "more than we can," he murmurs, fingers slipping through your hair, but he pauses an inch from your lips, "do you--'

And you kiss him — and you knew once would never be enough — the taste of him, the feel of his lips. You steal his breath, and his fingertips brush your cheeks before you're parting.

Your heart rattles against your ribs, gaze shying away, until his fingers tilt your chin up to meet his gaze.

He smiles, again, the same that sends butterflies blooming in your stomach, as his arms only pull you closer now, "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

And you shiver under his gaze as he steps around you, slowly pressing you against the edge of his desk, "Gener—"

"Aleksander," he breathes before he kisses you. And his hands are exactly as you imagine, as they slide down your sides, squeezing as he presses himself to you.

He swallows your gasp with a grin, as his tongue slips into your mouth, just as easily as he entered your heart. Your fingers wind their way into his hair, soft under your touch, as you tug lightly on his hair when his teeth graze your lip.

"Did anyone tell you it was impolite to leave marks, General?" You swallow a moan, as his lips light a path down your jaw, lingering at your pulse, before he sucks harshly, "Gen—"

"Aleksander," he says sharply, as he lifts you onto the desk, scattering papers onto the floor, pushing himself between your legs, "and you won't like to see what kinds of marks I'll leave if you disobey me again," and his fingers begin to undo your kefta now as you shiver as he kisses you, "but you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He murmurs darkly, and you shudder under his touch, as he begins to slip the kefta from your shoulders, goosebumps raising where his lips brushed your bare shoulder, “for everyone to know that I’ve touched you in places no one else would dare—” he pulls you off the desk and spins you — your palms are pressed against the wood of the desk, his fingers squeezing your ass, at your hips, anywhere he could touch — and you knew he would leave bruises, “to know that you’re untouchable—” and his hand found your throat, your pulse jumping under his touch, as he punctuated his words with kisses to your jaw, pressing his bulge between your spread thighs, “to know you’re mine.”

And there’s a knock at the door, the doorknob turning. Your heads snap to the noise, freezing in place a moment. The room grows pitch black, as he tugs you while he calls the shadows forward to dim the light, as you grab for your kefta. The doorknob is turning, and you do the only thing you can — you slip under his desk.

And he’s standing near his chair, adjusting his kefta as he clears his throat, and you hear voices speak, but you barely can hear what they say, blood roaring in your ears.

Saints, what had you gotten yourself into?

You hear Aleksander speak, “We can meet here at my desk, please sit,” chairs screech as the pair take their seats, and he pulls out his own chair, swiftly taking his seat. You were between his legs now, and you realize he’s speaking to Ivan and Fedyor, their voices are muffled under the thick wood. And you sit, shifting, your underwear uncomfortably soaked, the sun summoner trapped under a desk almost naked.

Perfect.

You try to pull on your kefta, but you bump your head against the desk, a small groan escaping your lips, and Aleksander raises his voice to cover your mistake. Fingers find your head, and force you down, his grip tight, but he continues to speak, as if you weren’t fucking half naked under his desk at this moment. And the thought sends heat straight to your core.

And if he could touch — you smile as you slip forward — why couldn't you?

As the conversation proceeds, his grip slackens, and you make your move.

"Venturing into Fjerdan territory is a risk we will have to take," He tenses ever so slightly when he feels your finger tracing the outline of his bulge, "some risks are worth the reward," and he was warning you, even as you undid his kefta pants, "others are asking for punishment."

You smile — you were.

“General, where shall we start?” Fedyor asks jovially, “we are ready to help with the search — we know you wish this to be made a priority.”

Your hands graze his thighs, tracing the muscles of his leg, before your lips follow the trail your fingers take, until you reach the soft skin of his inner thigh. You suck a bruise on his skin, and you notice how he twitches in his pants.

As much as he protested, he was enjoying this — the sun summoner brought to their knees for General Kirigan, servicing under his desk, where anyone could catch them. They could hear you, they could see you — and it surprises you how the thought turns you on. They could find you, or more than that, he could show them. He could show them what he does to you — and what you do to him.

You slip his cock out of his pants, and it’s his turn to shift, but your palms spread his legs wider, but he continues to speak evenly.

“Have we heard anything from the trackers?” His hand reaches for you again, but you catch his thumb with your mouth, sucking it into your mouth, “I—” your fingers graze the head of his cock, and he swallows, “I may have another job for the two of you, and I want to keep you close — especially as the Winter Fete draws near."

Ivan begins to speak, but you don't bother to listen to what he says, instead your thumb smears pre-cum, before your tongue traces the slit of his cock. And you know he's not listening anymore either — as your tongue licks what can't fit in your hand. You feel his muscles twitch under you, his resolve buckling under your ministrations.

"What do you think, General?" And then you slide him into your mouth fully, sucking as you do. His back hits his chair, and you can see the outline of his hands, gripping the armrests, "General?"

You slow your pace, even as he inches closer on his seat, you're pulling away, "I believe you should do whatever you think is best," his fingers find you again, threading themselves in your hair as he pushes you further on his cock.

There is a pause, and you can almost imagine the two exchanging glances, "It may not be our place to ask, sir, but are you okay?" Feydor asks, hesitant, "you seem a bit flushed."

The tip of his cock brushes your throat, your moan muffled against him, as he nearly groans himself, "I appreciate your concern, the both of you, but I just need to be left alone — for a while. Please leave me for now."

His nails dig into you scalp as you begin to fuck yourself on his cock, and you know he's getting close, "are you—"

"It's an order," he growls, and the pair scurries off, the door shutting behind them, leaving only the two of you, "Ivan was right about one thing — you are trouble,"

You pull away a moment, a trail of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth, as you glance up at him — his eyes dark as the shadows that only grew on the wall. only for him to tug you back onto his cock.

"Did you have your fun, my sun summoner?" His fingers rake across your cheeks, before he pulls your kefta off of you again, exposing you. And his eyes take their time to traverse the lines of your body — his for the taking, "I hope you did," he says softly, as he threads his fingers tighter, nails digging into your scalp, "because I can't promise this will be all fun for you." And he glances at you, waiting for your affirmation before he continues — and you do, nodding.

He fucks your mouth, the tip hits the back of your throat over and over, as he groans freely now, gutturally from his chest. Words slipping past his lips that were nearly ripped from your imagination "imagine if they saw you — the santka brought to their knees for me, choking on my cock," and you moan around him, twitching in your mouth, "you'd like that wouldn't you? For everyone to see you belong to me—" And you look up at him, tears in your eyes, and he cums right there, searing down your throat as you swallow it.

He pulls out slowly, panting, dragging his cock across your lips to mark you, and he watches you as you let him.

He smiles a moment, softly, before he's grasping for you, wrenching you from below his desk and lifting you, his steady hands below your thighs. He's scattering papers onto the floor, books tumble over the edge, but that doesn't stop him, as he meets your lips. He tastes himself on your lips with a moan, his fingers wasting no time to reach your clothed slit.

Your fingers reach for his kefta, pulling it off his shoulders, and he’s shrugging it off, only for a moment until his fingers are against you again.

He swallows your gasp with his tongue, as his fingertips tease you through your soaked underwear, raising an eyebrow, "All this for me?"

“Aleksander,” and he snaps the waistband of your underwear against your skin.

And you whimper, as he pulls it aside, "it's blasphemy isn't it?" His fingers trace your outer lips, "for a saint to be corrupted by a heretic," and a finger deftly slips in, "what would someone say if they were to see you like this?" Another finger slips in with ease, "swallowing me so eagerly — and someone could, you know," his lips curl, "the door is unlocked," and you moan, walls fluttering around his fingers, as he begins to fuck you, "see you spread out on my desk for me — my precious sun summoner, cumming only around my fingers, begging for my cock.”

“Aleksander,” you’re so close, so close, there’s tears in your eyes again, your hips raising to meet his fingers, until he’s pulling his fingers out, “please—”

He shushes you quietly, cupping your cheek, with his other hand, lifting your gaze to his, as he licks you from his fingers, “So sweet,” he drags his thumb down your lips, “I have to get a better taste,”

And he’s the one on his knees now, between your thighs, tugging your underwear down, and you groan as his breath warms your cunt. You can’t speak as his lips press teasing kisses to your inner thighs, just as you did, before his teeth graze the soft flesh, sucking. His beard burns deliciously against your too hot skin, and he’s too close and not close enough — would he ever be close enough?

And you’re boneless, arching into his touch, “Aleksander—” and he only soothes it with his tongue and a smile.

“Now we match,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your thigh, “don’t we, my santka?” And then he presses a kiss to your dripping lips, a groan leaving his lips — a noise of sheer reverence, because as much as you were his saint, he was your sinner.

His nose bumps against your warmth, his tongue licking a short stripe up your clit, and your hands reach for his head, fingers tangling themselves in the soft strands of his hair. And you’re moaning his name, as he teases you with his tongue and mouth — not giving you what you want, “Aleksan—” you whine, as he gives another sloppy kiss to your clit, and you nearly cry, “please—”

“Look at me,” and you follow his order like his soldiers, your eyes raising to meet his, half hooded and hungry, “tell what do you want,” Another whine parts your lips, and a grin splits his lips apart, “I’m not a mind reader,"

"I want to come," and he parts your thighs wider, his lips wrapping around your clit, and sucking. And you're nearly screaming as you arch into his touch, his tongue parting your folds. And he's fucking you in earnest — and you had never felt such devotion like this — known such pleasure, known such sin. And you didn't think you could live without it again — without him again.

His name keeps leaving your lips, over and over — and you were probably the first to ever pray to a heretic. But you would throw yourself at his atler, his sins, your penance; his touch, your redemption; and his words, your gospel.

You're close, so close, a coil in you growing tighter, until it snaps as he sucks hard on your clit. And he lets you cum against his lips, curled in a smile, as you ride out your orgasm with his face between your legs, his beard dragging against your skin, as his fingers press you to him still.

You are coming down from your orgasm, but still, he’s murmuring against you, “I can’t get enough of you,” he presses a kiss to you, eyes half lidded, as you lift your head to glance at him, his chin shiny with you.

And you barely can speak, but the words slip out anyway, “Lucky that you’ll have me all your life, isn’t it?”

His eyes snap up, his gaze growing softer with emotion, an emotion you could see so clearly — a loneliness that engulfed him, much like the darkness that he summoned, “Is that a promise?”

And you pull him to your face, “If you’ll have me,”

His smile could have blinded you, as he cupped your cheek gently, “I’ll never refuse you, my sankta,” and he kisses you sweetly, “you deserve to be worshipped," he whispers against your lips, “revered,” another kiss, “loved.”

Your voice catches in your throat, “As long as you’re the one doing it,” And your fingers brush against his face, “Aleksander,” and he’s kissing you again, pressing his member against you, dragging against your pussy, “I love you,”

And he’s positioning himself against you, groaning as the tip bumps against you, and his name parts your lips as he parts your folds, as he sinks into you, “You’re dripping for me,” he murmurs, unmoving, cock twitching as he stares at where the two of you meet — now one. And your walls flutter around him, as his hand reaches for you, his fingers around your throat, as he forces your gaze downward, “Look at how well you take me, how you’re swallowing me,”

“Aleksander,” and he’s squeezing lightly, as his hands lift your legs around his waist, making him sink deeper into you, “Please—”

“There’s a meeting next door,” and you freeze, “and the door’s unlocked — someone could walk in,” but he’s unfazed, as his hips begin to snap against you, and you whimper, “they could catch us, but you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

And you can’t do anything but bite your lip, but your body betrays you — your walls squeezing around him, and he chuckles, a huff into your ear, “You can’t lie to me, sankta,” And then he’s fucking you into the desk, his hips snapping against you, as the wood of the desk groans under you, “you want to be claimed — just like you were under the desk, hoping you’d get caught,” and his mouth drags against the hollow of your throat, sucking harshly, “you want everyone to see you’re mine,”

“Aleksander,” his name is ripped from your throat, a quiet moan, and his hips meet yours — skin to skin, the wood grain of the desk digging into your back, as he rocks against you.

“Louder,” he orders, “let them know who you belong to,”

And his fingers find your clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucks you. And you’re coming apart below him, and you do as he says, moaning his name — and he’s right, you hope they hear it, hope they know that you’re his —

He’s growling your name, as you cum around him, pleasure blooming throughout your body, his name leaving your lips as you do. And all you can think of is him — his touch, his lips, his body, his kiss — as he finds your lips again to swallow your moans. To think you were no one to him only weeks ago — and now he was everything to you. And he’s fucks you through your orgasm, until he’s cumming too with a groan of your name, face pressed to the nape of your neck — his cock buried deep inside you —

And that he’s yours.

He slows, panting into your ear, as he mutters your name under his breath, as his hips slow, and he stays there a moment, your foreheads brushing. You savor the stillness between you. And then his lips brush against your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and your eyes flutter open, finding him smiling softly at you.

You shift under him, but he stops you, “Just a moment longer,” and you pause, smiling up at him, reaching for him, fingers resting at the back of his head.

“I didn’t take you for the sentimental type, General,” and your fingers twist the dark strands of his hair around your fingers, and he shifts, enough for you to gasp, “Al—”

And he doesn’t try to hide his own smile, “I just don’t want us to become two — not just yet,”

“We will never be two, Aleksander,” you murmur softly, as you pull his face to yours, “never again.”

And his eyes gleam with something you don’t quite understand, but he tucks it away before you can, shuttered behind a smile, “Never.”

But you didn’t know that he truly meant never — as he pulls away from you, helping you dress yourselves, stealing kisses while you do. And he’s watching you as you adjust your clothes, his eyes drifting to the sketch of the stag and then back to you, because he’d never let you leave him. And you turn back to him, smiling, as he steals your hand to press a kiss to your palm, his gaze never leaving yours —

“I love you,” you whisper, and he smiles.

Because you were his —

“I love you too.”

Forever.

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geminijade · 6 months

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Stay Vigilant Ladies, Grey Sweat Season is Upon Us 🥵🔥

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the-djarin-clan · 3 years

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#aesthetic #ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #the darkling #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morovoza #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #the darkling smut #ben barnes smut #aleksander mozorova smut

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I can't help falling in love with you slowly | Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: Ever since Aleksander had existed, he never thought of marrying or having the kind of love where the other one would sacrifice their love for each other, but with his duties of being the General, the council suggest of him finding a marriage and that's where you came in. You have dreamt of finding the kind of love that your parents had but it was all changed when they decided you to marry off with the General.

Requested? Yes by @nyctophilic0vitnir: Hello there 🙋🏻‍♀️! If requests are still open, I was thinking of an Aleksander Morozova x f!reader where they're in an arranged marriage; she's unyielding and cold, he's trying to make it work? Perhaps a you ger version of him? Feel free to play around with the idea as you see fit 😊.

A/N: thank you for requesting love, hope you enjoy this fic that i came up with, xo. Decided to put the reader's point of view in this one and yes, i did have some inspiration from HOTD.

Warnings: arranged marriage? Aleksander might be ooc in this one lol.

Your parents decided to marry you off to the general. It brought grief and distraught because all you ever wanted the kind of love where they would sacrifice for each other. The kind of love where you had seen once in your life, but you knew that you were never going to experience that.

Not since when you were a first born in your heir as a Targaryen. Your parents expected great things for you since you were the only first female heir named to the next line.

You have heard of him - the general. Most people saw him as a handsome, powerful grisha for the second army, but some feared him for being a shadow summoner. You didn't blame them, knowing the unknown and powerful men.

During the marriage, you didn't spoke to him even when the two of you were alone. That all changed when your mother decided to host a ball to celebrate your marriage for the people.

You didn't like parties, you would often find yourself somewhere in the castle alone since you enjoyed your own company than rather anyone else.

So, when Aleksander saw you walking away while he was having conversations with the people he didn't enjoy, a slight concern creeped up to him. He cared for you, he would admit that since he had seen the look in your eyes for something.

The longing in your eyes and the disappointed look in your eyes when your mother had decided to marry you off to him. He followed after you where you had walked off to the balcony where he saw you staring off in the distance.

''Are you enjoying the party?'' Aleksander spoke and saw you turning around slowly. He looked at you and gave you a small smile before standing next to you.

''Technically?'' You replied with a hesitant voice as a smile formed on your lips before you shook your head. ''I'm not fond of parties,'' Aleksander heard you speak and letting out a chuckle.

''Wanna hear a secret?'' Aleksander replied and nudged your elbow slightly. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. ''Me neither,'' He admitted, making you chuckle at his teasing demanor. It was the first time the two of you that had ever spoken with each other.

''I know, that this isn't what you want,'' Aleksander began to say and looked at you. ''Our marriage,'' He replied.

''It isn't just that,'' You spoke and faced your body to him. ''It's just... I didn't knew that I was going to marry so soon,''

''I apologize that if I have upset you with my behaviour for the last couple of days,'' You began to say before he cut you off. ''No, I understand, believe me, I would do it too, but I want it to work, between me and you,''

''Are you sure?'' You asked him with a hesitant voice. Aleksander looked at you and smiled softly. For the first time in your life, maybe you could get the love you always wanted for once and for all.

#aleksander morozova smut #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander kirigan x reader #aleksander kirigan #aleksander morovoza #aleksander x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Hi! I have been having an off day I’m kinda exhausted and anxious slightly snappy haha. I was wondering how would the darkling react to an anxious reader that he cares about. 😊

a/n ive been a little MIA but im working i promise!! i felt really apathetic about writing for awhile bc of some personal stuff but ive been trying to get back into it bc im genuinely happier when i write :)

- ok so i think how he reacts to an anxious person that he cares about depends on where you're at in the relationship,, which might be kinda a 'duh' but it needs to be said for how im setting this up lol

- bc if he's kinda just starting to figure out his feelings, i think he'd be so surprised by how much he cares that he has to hold back his immediate reactions, bc he may have his faults but he's def protective once he realizes something is affecting/hurting the person he sees as the sun

- that protectiveness stems from wanting to be what makes you happy, he wants to feel like he's your shelter so that he feels like he's good enough for you. He wants you to be happy so he can feel your warmth but he also really wants the redemptive feeling that comes from knowing that he's your protector in a way.

- he wants to protect and make you happy so bad, sometimes you need to be like 'umm...i really appreciate that you want to torture the person that bumped into me a little too hard on a bad day,, but maybe let's not??' especially if you are still in that phase where he kinda scares/intimidates you bc you know him more as the General

- not only are his more over the top reactions a little scary bc you don't want to offend him by not wanting to talk about it to avoid blowing the situation up,, they're also confusing

- bc you had no idea he cared if you lived or died let alone cared if you were nervous or not?? but sometimes it makes you feel really comforted, bc if someone as hardened as the darkling can care that much about how youre feeling than you can't be as awful as you're feeling

- and it's also comforting bc he's clearly strong and powerful and when he puts a hand on your shoulder and stares at you like you're the only tangible thing in the world and telling you that he's not going to let anything happen to you,, the rational part of your anxiety is appeased to say the least.

- alright but that's at like the first stage of the relationship for him, bc i feel like he def has like twenty stages he goes through before finally being in a committed relationship bc even though he wants an attachment and love so badly bc he hates his eternal loneliness, he has a lot of layers to work through before he feels secure enough in you as a person to risk vulnerability

- so if he's at the point where he's accepted what he feels for you,, but has yet to really act on it, this is where he starts to give himself away a little

- like you'll mention being stressed about training in the Little Palace, or not getting along with someone and he immediately jumps to encouraging you. It's kinda funny bc at first he seems like he's just trying to be a supportive pal bc at this point ur sorta friendly (at least more friendly than anyone else is with the darkling) but then he kinda losses himself in talking about how amazing you are.

- and if youre feeling anxiety/bad bc of someone in particular, you better not mention their name unless you're 100 percent sure you're furious at them.

- sometimes it causes some strain bc you don't necessarily want him to get involved, and he's not above lowkey guilting you into telling him the full story, but it's not really intentional. He just starts talking about how much trust he puts in you and you just let the little things go after making him promise to leave things alone.

- if your anxiety is general,, or just bc of a. bunch of little things and he's at a point in which he's accepted how much he cares about you but has not told you yet,, he'll try to hide how soft he feels, but sometimes he slips up.

- honestly, i wouldn't be surprised if a really big relationship milestone came from that.

- like you crying one night and the darkling finding you, and then him taking you back to your room and promising to stay so that you don't have to feel alone and then the next morning you wake up and he's holding you

- at first ur like ?? but he acts so normal you're like maybe that can be platonic? but then it starts happening more and more and neither of you mention it and then when you two finally do get together youre like 'ohh? im stupid'

- and if your anxiety comes from your worry about him?? wow--he'll have to stop himself from kissing you

- this is a man who is so used to being hated/feared that the concept of someone worrying about him so much they physically don't feel well?? that would hit him STRAIGHT in the chest, and he'd be so quick to pull you to him, and then you'd be like--are you ok??

- wouldn't be surprised if that's how you found out he had feelings for you,, like he'd say something like "i didnt know the brightest star in the sky could want to protect the darkness instead of banish it. You're the brightest light I've ever known, it was more than enough for me that you weren't repulsed by my darkness...and now..."

- anyways,, if you were already established together and you were anxious, he would have no need to hold back

- if he notices your hesitant to let him 'help' he might do a thing or two to reduce sources of your stress without telling you...which sometimes leads to you getting a little mad, but depending on how extreme his actions were, he normally smoothes it over quickly

- i mean,, it's just how he shows that he cares, he's never had someone that could snap their fingers and get rid of his adversaries or reschedule a thing or two to make his life easier

- he sees no harm in it,, and even though sometimes other people may give you a bit of a hard time bc of his evident favoritism,, you know it just means he cares

- if he goes really far, you're more willing to be mad at him, but honestly when youre upset all you want is to be near him bc there's nothing more comforting,, so you agree to hold off on arguing lol

- i mean there are always lines that get crossed, so there are times he cant charm himself out of your anger, but the longer youre together the more he tries to hold off on doing things that make you really angry,, unless he feels like the person really hurt you, then nothing can stop his anger

- if youre actually together he's much more quick to comfort you physically if youre feeling really anxious,, he'll kiss you everywhere until he's all you can think about, which works for when your anxious over small things

- if your problem is larger, he cant exactly kiss it away though i cant say that doesnt help but it's still comforting and relaxing bc duh,, so i feel like he's really touchy if youre upset

- kissing sometimes leads to other stuff,, but that should be its own fic/headcanon bc i have a secret head cannon that feeling needed or like the only one his partner has is a turn on for him bc it returns some of the power he feels like he gives up by letting his partner care about him

- might have to write that fic now that im thinking about it....

- if youre so anxious you dont want to be touched, it'll be a little harder for him, but if he reaches for you and you back away he'll try to talk you down and remind you that he's not going to let anything happen and as long as he's breathing he'll make sure you're okay

- if youre officially together and youre anxious about something small, he's actually surprisingly nice to talk to,, before you were close you felt like you were bothering him with small, insignificant things,, but once you know that he cares about you he's a patient listener bc he likes being really present with you when he can bc he's busy so often

- sometimes if youre worried or upset he jumps to anger towards the object of your distress before comfort, but once youre at the dating part, you know that that's just how he is, and anger is how he shows love in a way?? lol, so you just have to clearly tell him that you'd rather him stay with you then rush out and like smite someone, he'll stop and comfort you

- sometimes how much he cares makes him angry at himself bc he begins to question if he'd pick you/your happiness over his goal, if he can't convince himself that you'd never get in the way of that, he gets a little cold until he feels assured in his loyalties or at least assured in the fact that your happiness would never conflict with his goals

- that can happen at any point in your relationship,, i feel like it'd happen more when he's unsure about his feelings bc seeing how much he cares about someone that's nothing to him makes him want to banish his nerves

- overall though,, once he cares about you, whether he's fully accepted it or not, he'd burn the world down to make you feel okay again,, or stay in bed with you for awhile, or both--whatever you want, really

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Secret Penpal within the little palace pt. 11 Night time fun and Some truths

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan x Amira Silina Warning: Smut

He attacked my neck with kisses as I felt so weak and powerless against him but I was able to get away and started to walk away. "No." I said as I started to walk back to the doors but he got ahold of me bringing me back. "For starters.." He said as I was trying to resist against him but my body did not want to as his lips claimed my own as I kissed him back. "I'm over four hundred years old with how strong my small science is."

"You're eternal?" I said as I realized that we were the same, my parents had already told me I would be. As he leaned in and claimed my lips again and then took me over to the couch again as he laid me down as he kissed my cheek and then my neck. The feeling of his beard scratching against my neck only made me want him. "I am and I've been waiting for someone like you Amira." Aleksander said

I knew there was so much more to know about him yet at the moment I didn't care as I pushed him off then undid my kefta as he looked at me. I let it drop on the floor as he smirked in my direction before he pulled me to him. I knew I could tell him no but I just didn't want to as I kissed him. I felt him remove his own kefta then his General coat as before he reached for my shirt and pulled it up as I had to pull away.

When he got it off me his mouth went back to my neck as I closed my eyes. "Beautiful.." He said against my neck as he moved lower and then placed a kiss on my weak spot which made me feel weak. "All mine.." He added before sucking on my weak spot and making me weak. I felt my arousal pool within my core from his actions as I groaned.

He went for unbuttoning my pants but I stopped him as I made myself open my eyes as I tapped his shirt. "Your not undressing me leaving me exposed and you are still clothed." I said as I was aware that he was used to getting his way but if I was going to keep going with our agreement by our exchanging of letters then I was going to step up to him. He seemed to get the idea cause he pulled away long enough to remove his shirt.

"I'm not keeping you from work, am I?" I asked as he looked at me and held me close. "You have no idea what it's like to serve King after King..I can set my work aside to have you anytime I want." Aleksander said as he kissed my neck again attacking my weak spot as I leaned into him. The feeling of his beard against my skin only added to it as he started to kiss lower and I groaned.

Again his hands went to my pants as he unbuttoned them then slid them down as he left me in just my under garments and I was having a hard time resisting. "I'll take care of you.."

I was so distracted by his voice that I hadn't even notice him swiftly pull my underwear off. He started to kiss me again and I kissed him back as he took his fingers and started to play with a slit but then he pulled away shocked. "You're soaked.." he said as I blushed slightly.

He'd already done a good job on me last time and I was ready for more. "Please.." I begged as he looked at me but then he looked down at my core and he licked his lips. I realized he was up to something and before I could say anything he'd gotten on the floor on his knees and pulled me to him as he pulled my legs apart as I wondered what he was up to when his mouth attached to my core and my head went back. His tongue going back and forth teasing my opening as I whined.

He was enjoying teasing me reminding me who was in charge here and it wasn't me clearly but I could tell he was skilled cause his teasing had me on edge. When his tongue slipped inside I moaned leaning back as he started his pace. He couldn't tell me anything more with his tongue at work as I moaned when it didn't take long for me to release as he cleaned me up before he removed his mouth leaving me breathing hard.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" I asked as he seemed to be debating it before he leaned down to my ear and whispered "Ilya Morozova is my grandfather." He said as my mouth dropped realizing that he was related to Sankt Ilya. Yet I could feel it like it was on the tip of my tongue and I looked at him "Wait a minute..are you.." I didn't know how to finish that as my father has insisted that he was the heretic. He looked in my eyes as if he saw the lingering words "You already know Amira...or someone already told you." He said as I nod.

I knew my father would not disown me for what I was doing but he would not approve of my choices. Yet he didn't need to know what I was doing as I took the chance and flipped us as I smirked. "So what you're saying is you created the fold..very naughty." I said with a slight amused smile. I took the opportunity to undo his pants and I made quick work of removing both from him as he held me. "From your letters, your dad would hate to hear what you're doing.." He said as I looked at him before taking him in my hand as I knew he was right but I lined him up with my entrance. "I don't care. I want this..and you." I said as I thrusted down and took him inside of me.

We both moaned once he was fully inside as he looked at me while I waited a few minutes. He was admiring me but then he reached up to remove what was left "As you said, fair is fair." Aleksander said before he grabbed my waist to lift me up "Ready?" He asked as I nod taking control and thrusting down. He kept doing this for a little while before he seemed annoyed then suddenly pulled out as I whined. "Why?" I asked as he smirked before he adjusted me where I had my hands on the couch arm rest. "Keep your hands there.." He whispered in my ear as I heard him adjust before he thrusted back in and I gasped.

Aleksander's pov:

I had already figured out that I might have ruined her for her not to be able to resist and yet I couldn't resist what I had chosen to do. Having her in this position where I was thrusting into her from behind I knew exactly what I was doing as I smirked. She didn't care about my past or what her father thought..she was mine. Just as I had told by the ring she was already mine and if everything went as planned she'd still be mine if she conceived my child. As far as the royals needed to know she was a Tidemaker

After so long of thrusting into her I could tell she was close but I wasn't ready to let her go as I pulled her back making her hands let go of the arm rest and had her close to me as I thrusted up inside her as I heard her gasp and moan. "You love it, don't you?" I asked as I kept going only harder and faster which only quickened the sounds as she nod. "Aleksander please." she begged as I knew she would as I planted kisses on her weak spot making her moan and gasp as I kept going knowing she wouldn't last much longer and honestly neither would I. I planted a kiss on her shoulder as I started to leave a mark on her that she could cover with her kefta.

When I was done I quickened my pace but I got up by her ear as I whispered in her ear "Ask me once more.." She whined a little but she begged "Please..I won't..last much longer. Make me cum..fill me please.." She begged as I smirked and whispered in her ear "Just remember you asked for this.." I said as I started to thrust in harder and faster as I held her close to my chest hearing her moan. We didn't last long as we both came undone as I breathed with her before kissing her as she kissed me back. I laid back with her just as we were and laughed a bit.

She's mine..the King can't touch her and the princes can't have her. Only I know she's a Sun Summoner...we can find another Sun Summoner to have the royals attention but this one is mine and mine alone. I thought

I knew eventully I'd have to expose her to them but I wanted to find another...surely someone else had to have that Sun power. So I could keep Amira all to myself but I also had to figure out what to do with her. I had a special role in mind for her when it came to being under my service. But to have her in such a high rank I'd have to expose her to the royals which I had no intention to do until I decided.

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