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hysteria

kinktober, day twenty-eight

a/n: look, we already know that I'm a nerd when it comes to medical history, so this really shouldn't come as a surprise. only thing surprising about it is how fucking long it took for me to finally write this kinda fic, damn, because this fantasy is ancient.

summary: “miss, I’m afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.”

warnings: doctor!aleksander morozova x innocent!reader, smut, dubcon, historical au, medical kink, time accurate sexism, fingering, sex toys (vibrator, fuck machine), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, size kink, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation

word count: 1607

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Eyes glued to the clipboard in his hand, doctor Morozova quietly read up from the list of symptoms he had just scribbled down, “…unmarried, insomnia, increased nervousness during social interactions… miss,” he then lifted his obsidian gaze and told you gravely, “I’m afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.”

“I-I do?” 

“Yes, I’m terribly sorry,” he laid the papers down on the desk before him, “seems like your womb is not where it’s supposed to be and that can cause all sorts of problems as you can see by your symptoms.”

Fingers weaved so tightly in the fabric in your lap it nearly broke through, ruining your dress, your panic began to bubble out, “what should I do, doctor? Is there a cure?”

“There is,” he nodded, subtly raising a hand up to soothe your nerves, “the way to relieve this disorder is by causing something called a hysterical paroxysm,” he informed, abruptly redirecting his stare down upon the woodgrain of the tabletop, “now, usually, if a woman is married, the husband is to perform the treatment, but since you’re not,” his eyes flickered back up to find yours, “I’ll help rid your body of this ailment.”

“Really? Thank you,” you gasped, “what, uh, what does it entail?”

“Oh, it’s simple enough,” he waved a casual hand, “you just rid yourself of your undergarments and lay down on the exam table for me.”

“I-…” you blinked, eyes wide before you swallowed, “…alright…”

Getting up from the chair opposing his desk, you walked around the flimsy partition set up in the corner. Reaching under your dress, you timidly pulled your underwear down your legs, past your stockings and off. Folding the garment in a neat little bundle, you settled it on the small stool that stood back here before stepping back out from behind the cover. 

Now settled at the bottom of the exam table on a seat, he gestured for you to get up onto the slab before you apprehensively did so. 

“If you would please just put your feet up in these stirrups,” he adjusted the metal legs below you, “then we can get started.” 

As you then shifted, settling your feet into place, your skirts tented and began to ride up, a gust of crisp air kissing your exposed centre and causing your cheeks to heat up.  

Hearing his chair scoot closer, you then felt his touch softly ghost from your knees all the way up your thighs till his fingers were gently prying your petals apart. After taking a good look, he then briefly retracted his touch, unscrewing a nearby dark glass jar, swiping up some of the glossy contents before grazing through your folds once more, the cool temperature of the lubrication causing you to suck in a sharp breath. 

“Sorry, if it’s a bit cold,” he murmured as he continued to smear it in. 

Head faintly shaking, “it’s fine,” you tried just to focus on your breathing. 

Pushing your dress a bit more out of the way, he told you, “just try and relax for me, it will go by a lot smoother if you relax,” his touch then suddenly changed, “now, tell me,” zeroing in and pressing down on your clit in a way that made the office around you go fuzzy, “how does that feel?” 

Blinking down at him, you found that his vision was already firm on you, “I-… I don’t know… how is it supposed to feel?”

“It’s supposed to feel good,” he rubbed a bit harder, “so, does it feel good?”

“I-I guess so,” your vision fluttered back up towards the ceiling, the doctor’s dark eyes being too much to stand, “yeah.”

“Good, good,” his attentive touch then shifted, “now let me just have a feel inside. Deep breath for me,” your lungs expanded at his command, “there you go,” and his long finger pressed inside, gently curving it around against your walls as he examined, “yep, there it is… your womb, it’s in the completely wrong spot,” he swiftly worked another digit in, watching as you stretched around his fingers, “it’s good that you came in now before it got even worse,” pulling back out, he ended the contact with an unnecessary rub against your buzzing clit.

As he then scooted a bulky and mysterious machine over, you asked nervously, “w-what is that?”

“Just a little apparatus that’s gonna help cure you,” he twisted a vaguely phallic shape into place at the end of the device’s long arm. After noticing your startled expression, you felt his warm hand sprawl across your thigh, “don’t worry, love. It’s all gonna be just fine,” lining it up, “just try and lay still,” he turned a switch and the attachment slowly drove into you. 

“Oh my god!” your palm slammed down against the exam table. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” he caught your eye till your body slowly began to give in, calming under his gaze. Reaching his right hand up, he tickled your puff as the gadget slowly eased in and out of you, “you’re doing great so far, just relax for me,” you saw his free fingers sneak down to enclose around the apparatus’s knob once more, turning the speed further up.  

Feeling like you might fall off the table entirely, you panted, “doctor, I think something might be wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, love,” he nearly chuckled, “this is how it’s supposed to feel,” smiling as you let go an uncontainable moan, knees nearly closing as you tumbled over the edge, “there it is, good, good…”

Expecting for the machine to be shut off, the doctor instead pushed your trembling knees aside and conjured a bulky ward-like device that buzzed in his tight grip, the other hand firm on your leg as he pressed the vibrator against your sensitive pearl, “ah! Doctor! What are you-”

“We’re not done yet,” he stated firmly, vision fixated on the mess he was turning you into. 

The squelching of your pussy cut through the loud buzzing of the gizmos, “but it’s too much, I can’t-”

“You wanna get better, don’t you?”

Fists tight in your dress, crumbled at your waist, you let out a shaky, “yes.”

“Then quit your whining and let me treat you,” his stare snapped up as he warned you, “if you keep that up then I’ll have no other choice but to restrain you, is that what you want?”

“N-no,” the overwhelming sensation caused you to tremble like a leaf. 

“Be a good girl and take it.”

When the second wave hit, it crashed into you so fiercely that you let out a lewd scream. 

“There you go, that’s it!” the doctor bellowed as your pussy gushed, crying out around the intense toys, “oh, fuck…” unable to peel his eyes away as he finally turned off the machines, additional juices squirting out as they withdrew. 

Limbs twitching, you hazily asked, “was that it? Are we done?”

Palming himself through his pants, his gaze stayed glued to your weeping core, “not quite yet, miss… that release of excess fluids was a very good sign, very good sign indeed, but we’re not quite done… there’s still more that needs to get out in order for your uterus to align itself again,” your eyes then flicked down to his fingers as they worked at the buttons on his slacks, swiftly freeing something much bigger than the apparatus he had just fucked you with. 

“Doctor?” your eyes grew as he stepped closer, rubbing his tip against you in a way that made your eyes flutter. 

Finally meeting your gaze, he uttered, “please, call me Aleksander,” before thrusting his hips forward, stretching you apart with his cock. Fingers digging into your thighs, he glanced back down and smirked, “I think your womb just needs a little reminder of where its home is,” before he slammed in, all the way, pushing the air out of your lungs as his balls nuzzled against you.

“Ah!”

“Just need to knock at its door a bit to call it home,” the tip of his generous length kissed your cervix with every rough thrust, borderline going too deep as you clambered around him, “that’s it, taking the treatment so well.”

Just as you had thought he had settled on a rhythm, he pulled the rug out from under you by suddenly withdrawing his girth entirely, spreading you apart so that he could watch how he made you gape, only to bury himself completely once again, repeating the cycle over and over, relishing in the way it drove you up the wall. 

“Fucking hell… I can feel it, you’re getting close, clamping around me like a desperate little whore,” he groaned, watching as after a few more breath-taking rounds, your pussy began to weep once again, “oh, there it is,” squirting out every time he retraced himself, “atta girl,” the fullness he then granted you only persuaded more to appear. 

When you were nothing more than a literal puddle in his grasp, Aleksander truly lost control, pounding into your trembling mess before he made it even more so, stuffing you full of his hot cum. 

Low groans still flowed from his lips as he retracted from you for good, the sensation of his seed trickling out of you and onto the exam table nearly going unnoticed from how exhausted the treatment had made you. 

“Was that it?” you asked weakly, “am I cured now?”

Tugging himself away as he caught his breath, he answered, “not completely,” glancing back up at you with a glint in his dark eyes, “I think you’re gonna have to come back a few more times …”

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Pairing: Modern!Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you find yourself with nowhere to live, your friend Alina offers you the perfect solution - her Uncle Aleksander’s empty townhouse. What you don’t know is that Aleksander’s security cameras watch your every move, and Aleksander himself is almost instantly captivated by you.

Warnings [18+]: smut, dom!Aleksander, reader is staying in Aleksander’s house (supposedly) without his knowledge, subtle mafia vibes, power play, voyeuristic vibes from Aleksander, unspecified age gap, reference to oral (fem receiving), slight cnc vibes (no verbal consent but a safeword is established), smidge of size kink, very subtle hints that Aleksander wants children, he’s quite intense but she’s into it.

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Aleksander receives an alert the moment his front door is opened. One glance at the screen of his phone reveals that Alina’s key card had deactivated the alarm system.

It isn’t unusual for her to invite herself into his townhouse in one of the affluent boroughs of the city. He rarely uses the space himself, preferring his smaller apartment in Central Os Alta due to the vicinity to his workplace. What is unusual, however, is that she has company today.

Aleksander has an extensive number of security cameras and microphones placed throughout his home. It helps to ease his paranoia and sate the need to control his surroundings. He doesn’t tend to check on Alina when she visits, leaving her to her own devices, but your presence has his interest piqued.

Alina doesn’t bother to take her shoes off, per usual. But you do. After dragging your feet over the doormat - twice, one foot after the other - you tug off your shoes, placing them neatly beside his shoe rack before hurrying to catch up to Alina as she heads towards the kitchen.

He’s proud of the townhouse, a space he had curated as a safe haven for himself and a currently non-existent significant other. Seeing you stare, lips parted as your eyes drink in the furniture and decor in what seems like awe, has a warmth gathering in his chest. He will admit, your admiration of his house is rather adorable.

Curious, he unmutes the sound on the security feed, just in time to hear your voice as you ask tentatively,

“You’re sure your uncle won’t mind?”

Alina opens up a cupboard, retrieving a bag of snacks which she examines with a small frown, before she rips the packaging open and begins to munch on the treats inside. She shrugs through a mouthful.

“He barely ever stays here.”

“But you did ask him… didn’t you?”

Aleksander vaguely remembers Alina mentioning a friend of hers that needed a place to stay. What he doesn’t remember is giving her permission to accommodate said friend in his house. But he watches Alina nod, scrunching up the bag as she finishes her snacks.

“He wants someone here to receive his parcels,” she says, tossing the crumpled wrapper towards the bin. She misses.

He doesn’t order anything to his house. All his parcels are delivered either to his work or his apartment. The townhouse is his hidden treasure, though strangely he doesn’t loathe the idea of letting you stay there. Perhaps he should place a few harmless orders, to aid Alina’s lie. Something inconspicuous, that you might enjoy, like a monthly flower subscription. He likes the thought of you assembling a cheerful bouquet in his living room.

“And you’re sure he doesn’t want any rent,” you say, picking up Alina’s rubbish and placing it in the bin. You’re already a perfect houseguest, though he hopes you might be able to feel comfortable enough to relax in his house.

Aleksander almost feels offended by your suggestion and is relieved when Alina shakes her head.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell him I’m the one staying here. Besides, you’re like my sister. What’s mine is yours.”

“Even your Uncle Sasha?” you ask with a shy smile and this tiny glimpse at your humour has Aleksander wanting to devour you.

Alina grins.

“Especially him.” She pushes away from where she’s been leaning on the kitchen counter. “I’ll give you the password to his grocery account. Order whatever you like.”

That nervous expression returns to your features.

“Are you sure?”

“He gives me an allowance that I never use. You can have it.” She opens one of the kitchen drawers, rummaging through the contents despite Aleksander’s meticulous organisation. It doesn’t take her long to find what she’s looking for. “Here’s a key card to disable the security alarms and the wifi password.”

Aleksander watches you take the objects slowly, holding them in the palm of your hand before closing your fist around them protectively. Alina gestures upwards towards the rest of the house.

“Pick whatever bedroom you like best.”

Unknown by you, the moment you choose Aleksander’s bed to sleep in you become his.

»»---------------------►

As the owner of the internet router at his house, Aleksander can see what sites you visit while using his internet - a power that he abuses fully. He enjoys the insight into your thoughts and interests. The questions you have about the world and the things that make you happy.

During his lunch one day, Aleksander is scrolling through your recent search history when he spots something interesting. His name. Initially just a google search. Then you had examined his Instagram and Facebook, before moving onto his company website.

He’s tempted to pull up the security feed and rewind it back to the moment you had first typed his name, just to see your reaction to what you’re seeing. Especially when he sees how long you had spent reading the tabloids and swiping through images of him. It seems he has captured your attention.

»»---------------------►

It takes a small nudge from Aleksander for you to stop buying only the necessities during your grocery order. Just a few small taps of his thumbs and he adds enough random baking supplies for you to perceive it as an accident when it arrives.

One day, Alina visits him at work, a small box of cupcakes tucked under her arm. Instantly, he recognises them as one of your creations. He had watched you bake them yesterday head bobbing to your music as you had decorated them with an adorable frown of concentration and a smudge of buttercream on your face.

He waits until she leaves before cracking open the box, allowing the sweet sugary scent to invade his senses. The moan that escapes him during his first bite is obscene. He wonders whether your cheeks would flush with heat at the sound. His mind wanders, thinking of kissing the cream off your cheeks.

Aleksander finds himself imagining what it would be like to come home to you, the house warm and inviting as you await his arrival with a sweet treat and an eager smile. He would sink to his knees on the kitchen tiles, slide your skirt and apron up to your waist so that he can kiss your pretty cunt until his name is the only word you can manage.

»»---------------------►

Aleksander hates seeing you cry. But that job of yours was doing you no good. Waking up early to catch the bus and arriving home so tired that you don’t have enough energy to cook yourself a hot meal. Now, after Aleksander has pulled a few strings, you can sleep for as long as you like and spend time creating food that brings you joy.

He has already logged onto his grocery account and amended your weekly order to include a few recipes you wanted to try and some additional treats in an attempt at lifting your spirits. All he wants is for you to be happy.

He’s sorely tempted to go to you now. To wrap his arms around you, hold you against his chest and kiss the crown of your head while murmuring reassurances that this was for the best. He doesn’t like seeing you so despondent. He wants his happy girl back, who tends to the flowers and reads curled up in his armchair beside the fire.

He could just go to you. It’s his house you’re staying in after all. But he doesn’t want to rob you of your safe place. If he turned up now, he knows you would feel pressured to leave, even when you have nowhere else to go. His sweet girl, so terrified of taking up too much space. One day, very soon, he will be able to appreciate you how he longs to.

»»---------------------►

He thinks you might be trying to kill him.

Aleksander’s home gym is a room occupied by a treadmill and a few stray pieces of equipment that he hardly ever uses, there to fill the space he hopes will one day be converted into a nursery.

Currently, you’re stretching yourself out over a yoga mat he didn’t even know he owned, twisting your body into a rather enticing position. His mouth goes dry at the sight of you, shifting in his seat to alleviate some of the ache in his throbbing cock.

Whilst he’s glad you’ve found another hobby to fill your time - and the thought of your improved flexibility pleases him - he almost wishes he hadn’t checked in on you. Now, he is going to have to sit through a meeting and resist the urge to continue watching you.

»»---------------------►

Once a week, Alina stays over with you, spending the evening catching up and talking about all manner of things together. Aleksander likes to listen in while he’s working, imagining that he’s actually in the office across the hall from the living room.

Alina’s suggestion of a blind date for you makes him stiffen, lifting his eyes away from his papers and onto the screen. He’s somewhat glad that you seem apprehensive.

“I thought you didn’t like Mal?” you ask Alina, fidgeting with the edge of the velvet cushion in your lap.

She shrugs.

“Just because he wasn’t right for me doesn’t mean he won’t be right for you.”

Aleksander can say with absolute certainty that Mal is nowhere near the right man for you. He can remember when Alina was infatuated with the boy. If he strings you along like he did with Alina, Aleksander won’t be able to stop himself from interfering.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t be mad, but I might have already made a reservation for you.”

“Lina!”

You swat her with your cushion - almost playfully - but Aleksander can see your anxiety in the set of your shoulders. To hell with not interfering. He mutes the sound on the screen, picking up his phone and dialling a familiar number.

“Zoya, I need a favour.”

»»---------------------►

He needs to play this carefully. With Zoya’s intervention at the bar where Mal was meeting his friends for a drink beforehand, he will never make it to your date. Aleksander needs to leave you waiting long enough to be relieved by his arrival, but not so long that the rejection damages your self esteem. From a corner of the restaurant, he watches your face carefully.

Each time a waiter appears, he sees you grow a little more agitated, fidgeting with your fingers as you insist that your date will arrive soon. It’s only once he sees you inhale shakily that he decides to pick up his coat and stroll over to your table.

“Is this seat taken?”

Embarrassment touches at your features as you glance up at him, then the tables surrounding you as you seem to assume he’s asking to take the chair to his own table. He watches your lips press together before you shake your head and gesture defeatedly at the chair.

“It’s all yours.”

He smiles widely, draping his coat over the back of the chair before he sits down.

“Thank you, milaya.”

The look of surprise on your face is delightful, even more so when recognition sparkles in your eyes.

“Mr Morozova.”

He’s exceptionally proud of the feigned confusion he spreads over his features.

“Do we know each other?”

“You’re Alina’s uncle.”

“Yes,” he says, the hint of a question at the edge of his tone. Ducking your head bashfully, you tell him your name.

He repeats your name slowly, as if it is the first time he’s ever spoken it, trying to ignore how wide your eyes are at the sound of your name on his lips.

“Alina mentioned you were looking for a place to stay in the city. Did you manage to find somewhere?”

You seem startled at the thought of him remembering you.

“Oh, yes. I did, thank you.”

He smiles. Alina had lied to him, telling him that she was the one staying at his house. Whilst he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, the urge to make you squirm a little pokes at him.

“Do you like where you’re living now?”

He watches you shift nervously in your seat, but your response is earnest.

“Yes, I do,” you admit quietly. “It’s lovely.” He hums indulgently, hoping you might continue speaking, and you nod. “One of the nicest places I’ve ever lived.”

He wants to keep you forever.

Instead, he offers to buy you dinner, which you agree to after a little convincing from Aleksander. He asks for your order, calling the waiter over to place it for you both.

Now that you’re front of him, after watching you through a screen for so long, Aleksander can’t look away from you. In such proximity, he can observe every minute detail. The way you fidget with the charms on your bracelet. The way you attempt to be subtle when you glance at him, only to find his eyes already on you.

He drinks in the sight of you, warmth in his chest as you tuck into your meal. He will admit, he pays little attention to his own plate, choosing to watch as you eat eagerly with soft sounds of pleasure in response to the taste. All the while, he coaxes you into conversation and by the time you’ve finished you seem much more relaxed in his presence.

Aleksander leans back in his chair, swirling the wine around in his glass with nimble fingers. With a polite gesture to the waiter, he orders another bottle of wine. When the waiter mentions dessert, Aleksander raises a questioning brow at you. He can see the nervousness creep into your eyes at the thought of asking for more.

After you refuse his offer, he orders a plateful of dessert that he intends on sharing with you. When it arrives, he takes a few mouthfuls for himself before he offers a spoonful to you.

“Come on, milaya. I bought it for us to share.”

When you relent, leaning forwards to take the spoon from him, he retracts his head, pulling it out of your reach.

“Ah, ah. No hands. Let me.”

After ducking your head bashfully, you look down to avoid his gaze and Aleksander can see how flustered his words have made you. Still, you nod obediently. He moves the spoon back towards you, feeding you the dessert when you open your mouth for him.

He stares as your eyes flutter closed and you hum in delight at the rich taste with a pretty smile on your face.

Saints, you’re so perfect.

Aleksander pays the bill. He keeps his hand on your lower back as you walk to the entrance of the restaurant. He frowns at the sight of goosebumps prickling over your skin.

“Where’s your coat, milaya?”

“Alina gave me a lift here and I left it in her car.”

He tuts quietly in disapproval.

“Well, that won’t do, will it?” Aleksander places his coat over your shoulders, thick wool draped over your frame to shield you from the cold. He smiles at the sight of you, helping you tuck each of your arms into the sleeves. “There we go.”

You give him a bright smile and begin to play shyly with the buttons at the front of his coat.

“Thank you.”

“Let me give you a lift home.”

Immediately your smile falters and you refuse his offer.

“Oh no, I’m fine walking, thank you.”

“You’re walking?” The moment you nod he begins to shake his head. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m not living in the city centre. It’ll be too out of your way.”

“Nonsense.”

“Mr Morozova-”

“Call me Aleksander, please.”

“Aleksander,” you state slowly. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“I’m not going back to my apartment tonight.”

There’s a waver in your voice as you say,

“You’re not?”

He shakes his head.

“I have a house not far from here.”

He watches the internal struggle play over your face. Realisation. Anxiety. Words scrambling from your mind to your tongue as you attempt to create a confession. Sweet girl. Always so honest.

“Aleksander, I…” He watches you wring your hands, the sleeves of his coat covering all but your fingertips. “Alina’s been letting me stay at your townhouse. I’m so sorry for not telling you.”

He doesn’t respond.

Instead, he smiles at the valet, standing behind you as he waits for the man to retrieve his car keys. Leaning down, he presses a pacifying kiss to your temple, smoothing his hands over each of your shoulders, stroking your biceps. He can see the confusion in your eyes at his reaction.

“We’ll discuss this at home, darling.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, though he doubts you would ever openly disagree with him. He feels you shiver at the command in his voice and a thrill runs through him at the thought of you enjoying the role he has picked out for you.

The short walk to the car is silent, a few stray snowflakes beginning to fall. Aleksander keeps his arm around you, ensuring you don’t slip on any ice. He holds the passenger door open for you and keeps his hand on your thigh for the entire journey, ignoring your squirming.

“Aleksander,” you whisper. “I really am sorry.”

“Not now, milaya. Let me concentrate on the roads.”

He feels your skin flush with embarrassment at his condescending tone. The snow has quickly covered the world in white, thick flurries falling faster with every passing moment.

When you finally return home, he slips his coat from your shoulders, hanging it up in the hallway as he nods at your shoes, a silent order for you to remove them. With the height of your heels gone, you seem so much smaller than him as he looks down at you.

“I do not tolerate lying, milaya.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr Morozova. I can move my things out now-”

He presses his thumb against your mouth, index finger curling under your chin.

“I do not want to hear another word from those pretty lips of yours. Safeword is shadow. Understood?”

Excitement sparks in your eyes as you realise what is happening, and when you nod obediently Aleksander feels his cock throb. He knows you will enjoy this. He knows your preferences - what you search for when you’re eager to get yourself off.

“Good girl. Now go pour me a drink.”

Aleksander settles down on his favourite armchair in the living room, watching as you unlock the alcohol cabinet and pour him a small sample of whiskey, the liquid falling smoothly into the crystal glass. He stretches his legs out; his knees always ache during the cold weather. Soaking in a hot bath with you is certainly an enticing thought - perhaps for tomorrow evening.

There’s a slight tremble to your fingers as you hand him the glass.

“Thank you, milaya. Be a dear and take my shoes off - I can’t reach them too comfortably at my age.”

With fumbling fingers, you manage to untie his laces and loosen the shoes away from his feet, slipping them off easily enough. The sight of you between his thighs, kneeling on the ground is utter perfection. He smiles down at you, stroking his knuckles over your cheek.

“There’s a good girl. Place them in the hallway for me?”

In the time it takes you to move into the hallway and place the shoes down on the rack beside his front door, Aleksander has freed his cock from the confines of his trousers and underwear, hissing slightly as he grips himself.

When you return, the sight of him has your footsteps faltering in the doorway. He leans his head back, watching you through hooded eyes and a tense jaw. He sees your eyes widen, like a little deer in headlights. He sees your gaze flicker down to his exposed cock and your thighs tremble as they press against each other.

He tilts his head at you.

“Come sit on my cock, milaya.”

A slight shake of your head.

“It won’t fit.”

“Yes it will. Come here.” Still you don’t move. “I won’t ask again.”

His tone has you stumbling forwards.

As you struggle to straddle his lap, he pushes the hem of your dress, velvet smoothing easily upwards to reveal bare skin. The underwear you’re wearing is nice, though he knows you own much prettier sets. That knowledge reassures him that you hadn’t intended on sleeping with your date tonight.

Retrieving his drink from the table beside him, watching you with a self satisfied smirk as he lifts his glass to your lips.

“Some liquid courage for you.”

He breathes out a soft laugh when he sees your nose wrinkle at the taste; evidently you must have swallowed more than you were anticipating.

“Now let’s have a look at what we have here,” he muses, pushing the gusset of your panties aside to reveal your glistening cunt, flushed and glossy with arousal. A perfect little mess. “Have you been in this state since we arrived? Or during the car ride home?”

He can feel your body burning as you admit,

“Since dinner, sir.”

“Oh sweet girl, have I left you wanting?”

“Please,” you whisper weakly. He brushes the head of his cock over your quivering entrance, grinning at the sound of your whimpers.

“Let’s start with the tip, shall we?”

He begins to ease you onto his cock, stretching you out slowly and a small cry escapes from your lips at the sensation. Sweat glistens over your chest as you heave in a few hurried breaths.

Aleksander praises you with every inch, telling you how perfect you are as you writhe and buck against his hold. Once you’re fully seated on his cock, he runs his hands over your thighs soothingly, encouraging you to relax as your cunt continues to twitch around him.

He tugs the front of your dress down, revealing your breasts for him to fondle freely. His hands wander over your body, squeezing the sensitive flesh. Almost absentmindedly, he begins to play with your nipples, pressing kisses from your forehead down to your jawline.

“Such a pretty sight. How are you feeling, my love?”

“So full,” you whine, on the verge of tears. “So good. Aleksander.”

“That’s it, darling.” He holds onto your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

A weak shake of your head that doesn’t convince him. He suspects you can’t even convince yourself that you don’t want this. Nevertheless, he can’t help but argue with you.

“Who’s been housing you, and feeding you, these last few months?”

He watches your expression crumble in defeat, giving in to your desire.

“You have.”

“That’s right, milaya.” He grasps onto your hips, encouraging you to begin bouncing on his cock.“You have no idea..” The feeling of your cunt squeezing him like a vice makes him groan, hands gripping your trembling thighs. “…how difficult it’s been to resist buying clothes for you as well.” His words are breathless, panted out against your lips as he presses your foreheads together. “Dresses and skirts and pretty lingerie sets. But we have a wedding to save for, don’t we?”

His question seems to catch you off guard, as an obscene moan is ripped from the back of your throat. He rolls his hips upwards, notching the head of his cock against that sweet spot inside you that makes you clench violently. Something akin to a sob heaves at your shoulders as you tremble.

“I’m going to spoil you, darling. I want my ring on your finger. I want you in white lace and diamonds.”

Aleksander moans at the feeling of your nails digging into his arms through the fabric of his shirt. He keeps one hand on your hip, occasionally stroking the tense muscles of your abdomen, the other hand cupping your face so that he can kiss you.

He sees your toes curl, calves twitching as your cunt pulses an erratic beat that makes pleasure rocket down his spine. Aleksander moans your name softly, over and over until you’re shaking with overstimulation as you near your climax. When you begin to plead, he hushes you soothingly.

He knows you haven’t touched yourself in quite some time. He knows that the orgasm you’re seconds away from will unravel you completely. He can’t wait to see it.

“Let go, milaya. I’m right here,” he says warmly as he reaches down to rub firm circles over your swollen clit. “Cum around my cock like the good girl you are. Let me have you.”

Aleksander would consider it something of a religious experience, watching you lose yourself to pleasure. To see something so intimate, so sacred, in such proximity, when he has only ever seen you through a screen for months. The orgasm that hits you is lengthy, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as your cunt pulses around him. Every movement, every sound you make, is so breathtakingly beautiful that he stares openly at you with his lips parted in awe. His beautiful girl. His.

That final thought is what pushes him into completion, spilling inside you with a deep moan. He looks down at where the two of you are joined, admiring the glistening mess there. He kisses your forehead as you slump down against his chest. There’s a dazed look in your eyes as you stare down at the buttons on his shirt, fidgeting with them absentmindedly.

“I can leave, if you’d like,” you suggest in a quiet murmur. He places his hands on your lower back, keeping you pressed to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You would freeze out there.”

Aleksander lifts you upwards, squeezing your hips gently as he does so, and his cock slips out of you. He leans forwards, kissing you again as he ticks himself back into his trousers. He sucks on your lower lip, dragging it lightly between his teeth as he buttons up his trousers with one hand.

“Stay,” he says.

The smile you give him is shy as you nod, whispering,

“Okay.”

He hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. Instantly, you wrap your arms around his neck, coiling yourself around him as he carries you up the stairs.

Some of his cum slips out of you, as he lowers you down onto his sheets. He presses his fingers against your cunt, pushing his spend back inside you where it belongs. A quiet groan catches in his throat at the sensation of your warm cunt clinging to his digits, desperate to keep him inside. He curls his finger, pressing his thumb against your clit.

Aleksander grins when you cant your hips forwards mindlessly.

“What a mess we’ve made. Let me clean you up, milaya.”

Then he ducks his head between your thighs and enters heaven.

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Aleksander nudges the front door closed with his hip, his hands occupied by shopping bags. He kicks his feet together to dislodge some of the snow stuck to the sole of his shoes, wondering if you’re still asleep.

He finds his answer in the kitchen; you’re dressed in one of his t-shirts. At the sound of him approaching you turn, wide eyed as he stands in the doorway, snowflakes in his hair. He notices your tears immediately, staining your cheeks as you sniffle.

“Milaya?”

“I thought you left me.” The words wobble on their way out. “I woke up and you were gone and I thought you’d left me.”

He lowers the bags, stepping towards you to take you into his arms. After the events of last night, it seems you’re in a somewhat fragile state. He folds his arms around you, giving your body a gentle squeeze as you press yourself tightly against his chest.

“The snow is getting heavy. I thought I would stock up on some essentials to last us until the weather improves,” he explains calmly. He hears how your breathing shakes with emotion. His clothes are still cold from his trip outside and you are delightfully warm. “As if I could ever leave you, my sweet girl.”

He kisses your forehead and your grip on him tightens.

“I’m here,” he murmurs gently, swaying the two of you from side to side as he strokes his hands down your body.

He ducks his head down, hooking a finger beneath your chin to tilt your head backwards so he can kiss you properly. His lips move slowly against yours, palms cupping your cheeks tenderly.

He ensures that you remain attached to him as he puts the perishables away, your arms looped around his neck and your body nestled into his side. Then he abandons the rest of the shopping, opting to bend you over the kitchen countertop, shoving his trousers down so that he can drive his cock into you.

He heaves a sigh of relief at the sound of your breathy gasp, kissing over your neck as you scramble for purchase against the marble.

“That’s it,” he breathes out with a smile, nuzzling his nose into the hollow of your throat. “Isn’t that better?”

Aleksander grips at your waist, dragging you towards him, delighting in your moans as he rolls his hips forwards. He curls a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to bring your attention to his face. His nose grazes against yours as he insists,

“I meant every word I said last night.”

He leans in, kissing you throughly until he has to stop and breathe. Lowering his hand, his fingers circle your clit, causing you to jerk forwards with a soft moan as he sucks on your lower lip.

“I’m not letting you go, milaya.”

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[mae-falling-in-may]

My Little Flower | The Darkling x Fem!Reader

I wrote this just after finishing the season 2 of Shadow And Bone, it broke me so like it's a bit of a comfort fic I guess ? Just the way Aleksander was possessive of Alina made me feel things and I'm sorry about this... just a few heads up, I'm no Alina hater (I love her) I just needed to add a bit of tension in this, and also this is the first time I fully write smut AND that I post it on the internet. I'm very self conscious about smut because huh, I'm not the best writer in the world and english is not my first language. I still do hope you'll like it, I had fun writing it !!

Pairing : The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Warnings : very light spoilers, SMUT, jealous reader, kinda possessive!dark!aleksander ? established relationship, claiming, oral sex (f receiving) unprotected sex (protect urselves pls), p in v sex, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, 18+ only MINORS DNI!!!

Summary : Aleksander comes back from the dead, you feel your heart drop when you see him, darker than ever, the scars on his face making you feel weak. He's determined to get the sun summoner, and you're scared that he's drifting from you, but he will show you who you belong to.

Words : 3k

He came back. The one who held you with just one finger, the one who could get you on your knees just with one word. General Kirigan, your General. Hearing what happened in the Fold with the sun summoner and him, broke you. Hell, you didn't know if what happened between you two meant something to him, but you would do anything to make him feel at least something.

My little flower he called you, away from all curious glances. That was the nickname he gave to you, and you held it. You answered it, maybe he called you to have you by his side forever, only for his plans, maybe it was just all an act, but heck, you fell deeply. You fell so deep that nothing would ever make you betray him. You wanted to be with him until you'll be killed in the field, or even just died at his own hands. Whether it was love or a crazy obsession, seeing him alive made your heart much lighter than it was before. You clenched your fists, dangerously planting your nails in your own flesh to keep you from running to him.

His silhouette, his voice, his dark gaze, and his newfound scars, everything about him made your breath hitch. All you could think of right now while he was walking towards other grishas and you, were absolutely disgusting thoughts about how you would go under him to help him relieve himself. You unconsciously held your breath while he was walking towards you. He approached dangerously, all of your body was calling you to be at his service. You gasped for air when he spoke to you.

"My little flower." He whispered, really close to your face so no one could hear him talk. "I'm glad that my most precious Grisha is here." 

You didn't manage to form a proper sentence, you were just stuttering words, and Aleksander saw how you were so emotional. You could only whisper the words: "You're alive.", before bursting into tears. He gently took you into his arms and shushed you.

"It's okay, little flower. I am back, and I'll need you more than anything for what we'll accomplish. Come and join me after dinner please ?" You could only nod while letting your tears drop freely.

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"I need the Little Saint, you need to locate her, quickly, I want every information you have on her or anyone who's with her, you hear me ?" The tension in the room was heavy, all you could do with your fellow Grishas was to answer "Yes, General." You all waited for him to dismiss every one of you, and with a flick of his hands, he did. They left the room, as you stayed and waited for anything that he could ask you to do. Anything. You heard him shift into his armchair, and when you let yourself stare at him, your mind raced.

She was the one that caused all of this, seeing your General in this state made your heart clench. If only she listened to him, or you had been her, your General wouldn't be suffering like that. A deep cough startled you and your gaze got on Aleksander again, he was sick. You rushed towards him, obviously worried. You kneeled before him, putting a hand on his back and the other one on his knee.

"My General, are you unwell? What happened there ?" The shakiness of your voice betrayed you. 

"Flower." He whispered. "I… It's my new power. The nichevo'ya, they're shadow creatures. They defend me when I'm in danger." He locked his eyes into yours, dark and full of fatigue. You felt him drifting off from you. An explosive wave of emotions passed through you when he looked at you. Was it worry? Hatred for the Sun Summoner? Jealousy? Or just everything that you felt for the General was crashing down deep into your being. You gulped, your mind going from one worry to another, then you asked him quietly.

"Is there anything I can do, my General ?" He lowered his head and waited a bit before answering. "I fear that I do not have a solution for my state right now, flower. I just need… The Sun Summoner, Alina…" He stopped himself, what for? You didn't know, but everything collapsed around you. He didn't need you, the nickname he gave you meant nothing. All you could do was make him feel a bit better about this. You'll bring him back Alina, you swore on your life that you'll do anything for him right? Then you'll do it, even though it will hurt more than you admitted. 

You stood up, he looked at you, confusion and worry in his eyes. You tried to compose yourself and explained.

"I swore on my life that I'll do anything for you, General, if you want the Sun Summoner, I'll bring her back to you, even if I have to die trying to." You waited for an answer, an approval, anything, he stayed silent. You finally turned to leave the room, the sound of your steps resonating on the walls. You didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay, but hell seeing him like that hurt. You were about to open the door and leave when he stopped you with his voice.

"Flower. Please." You heard him stand up, and slow steps coming towards you. "You're the only one that can help me right now. Are you rejecting me? Your General ?" You felt tears building up again, you didn't know how you could tell him how you feel, having him obsessing over his Little Saint was so painful. But did you really have your right to speak up about it? You were just a Grisha, like any other Grisha here, you weren't her, yet you wanted to be her. You faced him back, letting your tears drop freely over your cheeks.

"How could I reject you when I'm not even yours, General? I know you need her, and I know I'll never be her, I've accepted it. Let me accomplish this for you, my General." You sounded hurt, exhausted, and deeply in love. He was dangerously approaching you by now, and for the first time in months, or hell maybe even years, he spoke your name. Not calling you Flower, like he loved to, just your name. He whispered it, and it felt so good on his lips. He cupped your face with his hand softly making you look at him, he seemed hurt.

"You don't understand. Yes, she is the Sun Summoner, and yes, I need her for every reason I already told you. But, what she is not, and will never be, is my precious little Flower. And you know who this is right? You, you belong to me, and I belong to you. I'll never deny that I wished you were the Sun Summoner, so we could accomplish everything together." Even with this, you couldn't believe him, your mind repeated to you that you meant nothing to him and that you weren't her. Even with his hand on your cheek, you couldn't let yourself breathe for him.

"Please, General, don't make me hope for something that I'm unworthy of." Something seemed to snap inside him when he heard the word "unworthy". He abruptly put his arm around your waist and pushed your body towards him with his hand on your back. The hurt gaze he wore before turned into something different, into something frightening.

"Do not use this word to qualify yourself, my flower. You are way more than that. You're my most precious Grisha, my most precious ally, and my dear, dear, friend." His words were spilled like tasty poison, so dangerous but yet, so good. You couldn't help but whimper under his touch. You knew how Aleksander could be possessive, but you simply refused to let yourself believe you were in his catalog. 

Hearing you whimper satisfied him, he let a small smile creep on his face, and he slowly buried his face into your neck. "If you don't believe my words maybe I'll need to show you who you belong to, flower." He kissed your neck, making a path towards your jaw, then your lips. He made sure to dry your tears before kissing you, you sighed into him, your arms making their way to his shoulders. You felt helpless whenever he touched you like this, thinking of nothing more but to please him right now, in this room.

He broke the kiss that left you both breathless, he took a moment to look at you, your eyes, your face, lips, jaw, and neck, and he felt you burning for him. He loves the hold that he had on you. "To bed, without your clothes, please." Even if he would love ripping out your kefta from your body, to expose all of yourself to him, he couldn't, he already had to deal with the million layers of his outfit. So he just followed you to the bed, while you were removing your boots, then your kefta, and then everything that went under it. He was getting rid of his clothing too, but getting distracted by how beautiful you looked for him, his hands stopped doing what he originally wanted to do, and your voice interrupted the silence.

"Do you need help, General ?" You were almost fully naked in front of him, a wave of arousal went through his body, making wearing pants uncomfortable. He nodded at you first, then when you were getting rid of his first few layers of clothes he spoke again.

"Please flower, tonight, only call me by my name. Can you do that ?" You eagerly nodded while you were getting rid of his final upper layer, revealing his scarred torso to you. You let your fingers trail on some of them, wanting to kiss every bit of scars he had on his body. He smiled, loving your admiration and worship, he missed it. He took your wrists in his hand and smiled down at you. 

"I know how much you love to worship me, flower, but not yet, you'll do it when I pump my cock deep inside of you. Right now I want to have you at my mercy and show you who this beautiful body belongs to. You hear me ?" You nodded, unable to form more than one word because of his power over you.

"Words, flower." He removed the last bit of clothes that kept you from being naked, exposing you to him. You stuttered "Yes, I understand Aleksander.", that seemed to please him a lot. He pushed you onto the bed, making his way on top of you. He still had his pants on, enjoying the friction of the fabric when his cock was getting bigger with arousal.

"This time it will be me who worships you. I'm going to taste you and make you scream." You whimpered, while he was kissing your neck, making his way painfully slowly toward your breasts. He kissed them softly before trailing down to your stomach, then your hips. He guided you to open your legs for him and found his hands gripping the back of your thighs. He kissed the inside of your thigh before finally making his way to your perfect already wet cunt. You were this wet since the intense kiss you shared earlier, and the more you felt his touch, the more you would be needy for him. 

He first lapped your pussy, to take a taste out of it, then completely buried his face into it. You weren't ready, it's been so long since you felt any kind of pleasure down there, you gasped and moaned, already on the verge of screaming. And he was just getting started? You knew you were about to break under him. The obscene noises of him tasting all of you made your head spin. He was eating you out like he wouldn't be able to do it after. The tip of his nose was making friction with your clit, and his tongue inside of you. He groaned under you, you were delicious, and he would not get over how delicious you tasted. 

Your moans and the noises he made by tasting you filled the entire room. He was almost tongue-fucking you as you felt your release build-up. You struggled to align proper sentences, just letting out the same words, "Saints, please, Aleksander". He loved how his name sounded on your lips when you were about to come for him, but he would be sure to make you scream it. 

"I'm going to make you cum for me, flower. I want you to scream my name when you do. I don't care if anyone hears, they'll just know who you belong to. You're mine, flower."

He then sucked on your clit and took two fingers to pump them inside of you. You screamed at the newfound sensation of his fingers, and your back arched while you were begging for a release. You were so desperate for him and it made his cock ache under the layer of his pants. He wanted to stop right here and bury himself inside of you just to feel you come around him. He sucked your clit even harder and teased your folds with his fingers. His other hand squeezed your thigh as he felt you crumble under his touch. He knew you were close, you were already losing your mind, and the moans you let out were incoherent at this point. 

“I know you’re close, flower, cum for me.” You screamed his name while hanging onto the bed sheets. The heat of your orgasm flew all over your body, your back arched and your legs were trembling. The delicious feeling of your release was overwhelming, you soaked Aleksander’s face. He pulled out his fingers slowly and kissed one last time your clit, then your cunt. He straightened up so you could see his face better, his hair was a mess and he was panting. He crushed his lips onto yours hungrily, making you taste the mix of your juices and his spit. You moaned against him, your hands finding their way to his groin. You stroked the length of his cock through the fabric. You wished he was fully naked right now, so you could feel him completely. He hummed into your lips and helped you get rid of his pants.

He broke the kiss to fully remove his clothes, which was a relief to both of you. He felt uncomfortable with the hard-on he had since he had first kissed you. And you, you wanted to please him, to have the taste of his cock on your tongue, to suck him so good so he could not think about anything else but you. But you knew it wasn't part of the plan today. You saw his cock already so hard and ready to be buried inside you. You bit your lip at the thought of it, you haven't had anyone since he left for the Fold with Alina, and god you missed him.

He went back once he was fully naked to kiss the corner of your lips. "I know what's on your mind, flower. You missed me, haven't you ?" He continued to kiss your cheek, your jaw, and your neck while placing himself between your legs. You felt him lightly stroke the tip of his cock on the opening of your pussy which made you moan. "Oh, Saints, yes I've missed you Aleksander." You felt him smile on your neck while caressing your body until his hands found your hips. He faced you once again and looked at you fondly with his dark eyes. 

He licked his lips, seeing you desperate for him, he knew you were about to beg for him to fuck you. He didn't even wait for you to say a word that he pumped into you. The feeling and the heat of his cock were oddly overwhelming, and you felt you could cum right here. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, my flower." You couldn't help but moan a please, to indicate that you needed him to move. He smiled and started to thrust into you painfully slowly. 

The rhythm he gave was making you feel every inch of his heat inside of you, you were almost trembling. But you wanted more, you begged once again and put your arms around his shoulders. "Please, Aleksander, I need more." Hearing his name falling through your lips while you were begging felt so good. He let out a curse and started to move into you harder and faster. Both of you loved being in each other's arms so you were on the verge of losing your minds.

The room was filled with your moans, the sound of both your skin slapping on each other, Aleksander's light panting while he was thrusting into you, and the obscene wet sounds of his cock going in and out of your soaked cunt. You wanted this moment to last forever, to have Aleksander all for yourself. The sound he made while fucking you was pushing you closer and closer to your release, and he felt it too. "Flower come on my cock with me please ?" You could only nod, overwhelmed by these sensations.

"I want to fill you up, love, can I ?" It was the first time he called you that, you couldn't even process the name you just wanted the both of you to cum. You almost screamed "Yes, please Aleksander.", you were so loud for him, so good to him, you'd never let him go. 

The wave of your orgasm reached you when his thrusts became erratic. Your cunt clenched around him as he finally got the release you seek. You felt his hot seed splashing into you, while he reached to kiss you again while filling you completely. You moaned against his mouth, enjoying everything he gave you. 

"You're mine, my little flower, mine only."

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[simp2537]

Darkling x breeding kink + spanking?🙈

Marking

a/n: My motivation has been low as of late, and my life has gotten really busy as of late. Also I’m really liking my tidemaker! Reader that invented so I’m gonna used her unless specifically told otherwise or if I just feel like not using her. As always hope you enjoy.

Warnings: breeding kink, spanking, dom!Aleksander and sub!Reader, safe word is not established but is their, p in v smut, dacryphilia, war room smut, tidemaker!Reader

Aleksander Morozova x fem! Reader

You weren’t sure if it was the hard wooden desk digging into your bare hips, the relentless pounding of Aleksander cock inside your dripping cunt or if his harsh hand landing in your ass was what sent you to tears. Your hands grinned onto the desk, trying to center yourself as Aleksander took out all his pent up frustrations of the day on you.

It had not been a good day for your lover. First the king had been particularly nauseating, the grisha were still unsafe as always and to top it off some new noble man made a move on you in front of him. Loyal as you were you denied the man and went to go to him only for the man to touch you.

Aleksander grunted as he felt you grip his cock deep inside. Your moan and gasps were bouncing off the wall and he hoped that everyone would hear. His hand landed hard against the angry red of your ass. You jolted as his opposite hand dug its way through your hair, pulling you up slightly.

He sucked up your neck, biting and leaving marks in his wake. You moaned as he began to suck on the sweet spot of your neck. His gently lowered you back into the desk that moved with every snap of his hips. His free hand moved to your pearl, rubbing fast and steady circles on the nerves. Your moaning increased as he kissed at the back of your neck. His hand colliding with your red ass.

“You’re doing so well for me milaya.” Aleksander praised as your tears hit the desk. You babbled cockdrunk as he hit that spot that always left your mouth gaping.

“I’m gonna shove my cum so fair into your cunt that it takes and everyone will know you’re mine.” The coil inside you tightened the eating to burst. Your moan grew higher, louder, more erratic.

“Sasha! I’m gonna cum- Sasha! Please!” You begged as he smacked your ass again. His over composer began to dwindle as he groan his thrusts growing fast as his own organism grew more apparent.

“I can’t wait to see you swelling with our child. All round and so full of me, all mine. Mine.” He grunted as you whimpered. With a cry of his name you came hard. His own release happening right after. You both panted as he pulled himself out. Your mixed juices dripped onto the floor until her shoved his finger in.

“Don’t want to waste anything, right my Tidemaker?” Aleksander sighed as he kissed your neck. You mumbled softly, not having the energy to be much of a brat. After a while her pulled his finger out and sucked in your combined juices. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

He scrapped his kefta over your bare form and kissed your forehead. You nuzzled into him as your eyes dropped.

“Do you think my seed will take?” Aleksander mumbled in between kissing your neck.

“If it doesn’t we can always try again.” He chuckled a smile landing in his face. His darling Tidemaker, always so eager.

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[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 27 with Aleksander Morozova

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, pregnancy mention, kissing, clit stimulation, post-nut cuddles

A/N: It's kinda hard to be excited about writing this cause it feels so bittersweet. Hopefully we can do the same thing as the Warrior Nun fandom and save this show and it's spin-off. Until then, enjoy this smut, the show may not be around for now but the fandom was here before it and we'll be here after it. Just... sucks that Netflix doesn't care.

Challenging Aleksander not to nut for a whole month wasn't as fun as you thought it would be. For every day he didn't come he made you come hard. It sounded like a good deal until your clit was so sensitive that just him cupping your pussy and pressing against it was enough to make you come. By the time he decided to stop trying not to fuck you it was so sensitive that your pussy tightened almost on command.

"This is your fault darling, I'll keep punishing you." You hickuped against his chest as he placed one of your hand over his hip and pressed himself against you, his abs stimulating your clit, making your whole body tremble against you. "Try not to come too much, we're trying for a baby remember? I want to make sure you get pregnant after today."

"I can't help it. You're the one who made me this sensitive. What were you thinking? Every day for the past month too." You moaned moaned his name against his chest, pussy tight around his cock, still trying to milk him of every drop. As if he has more to give, not after so many hours. It was surprising he was still hard after all that.

To your surprise he did indeed have more for you. Not as much as the last time but he rolled his hips upwards, his seed flowing between your, across your thigh and onto the bed.

"Don't mind the mess. I'll get someone to clean it up tomorrow." Tomorrow? He smirked down at you as you looked up, eyes wide. "Why so surprised? I did say we would make a baby tonight didn't I?" He rolled you on top of him, ignoring how you cringed at the sight of his cum covering his stomach. "You'll be the one to clean those. After all, I don't want my pretty wife getting jealous." His hands pulled your thighs down, keeping you grounded against him as he started moving once again, your back arching backwards at the anticipation of more cum entering your your pussy soon.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race & all/any size reader!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW ✶

・Your parents knew what you were as soon as you were born. There was no hiding your power. 

・The rumors about a babe of 6 months old could bring down power from the moon. The babe could glow, it could float, it could heal. 

・You were unsafe ever since those rumors spread. Somehow people started following your family, they 

・The Darkling had been wishing for you, for centuries. 

・You didn’t know you had a sister. One who grew up in an orphanage. Whose power opposed your own.

・Like two sides of the same coin-

・Whenever you draw on the power of the moon, your eyes glow white. Your hair floats and you’re even able to defy gravity. 

・While your sister was sent to an orphanage, you were given to a family friend. It was too dangerous to have two siblings so powerful, together. 

・However, that family friend died while you were a young teenager. You had to fight for yourself, and you grew wise beyond your years. 

・You had heard about Grisha being treated well in the Little Palace, so you made your way there with the hope you would have a place to live. 

・You had gotten to the gates, but they were destroyed. 

・But he did find you. When you had reared your horse around, and into the woods, you encountered bandits. With ease, you stopped them and took whatever they had. Food. Water. Money. 

・Somehow he found you. It was like he could sense you. 

・It was like coming home when you found each other

・He protects you like you’ve never been protected before 

・Helps you harness and control your power 

・He insinuated you were his soulmate within days of meeting

・Everyone is intimidated by the two of you. No one fcks with either of you because they know the other will unleash hell upon them. 

Relationship tropes

Mutual pining but you try to hide it. He is open with it. 

Hates everyone but you

He loves you and only you

Would destroy the world if it meant saving you

NSFW ✶  18+ minors do not interact pls and thank you

・The Darkling is all-consuming. His sex is the same. 

・There are no other thoughts in your head, no daydreaming, nothing. Just the relentless pleasure that he brings. 

・His hands wander - they roam your body. Drinking in each and every curve, dip, and bump. He loves every bit of you. 

・He is dominant and likes to control the sex. 

・A lot of biting; he leaves marks wherever his mouth goes

・Eats pussy and is the BEST at it

・The Darkling likes dirty talk and will come up behind you and whisper in your ear in front of people. He likes to see you squirm. 

・Nips at your earlobe 

・Has a blood kink

・He leaves hickies all over your breasts and neck. 

・The Darkling is also very big, and you thought you couldn’t possibly fit him inside you at first. 

・Will pound you into delirium - sometimes he makes you feel so good that you’ll start babbling nonsense. 

・His favourite positions are cowgirl, doggy, and face-riding. 

・When you’re on top of him his breath hitches in his throat. In those moments he truly believes you’re a goddess

Taglist: https://alaezasmystery.tumblr.com/

#the darkling #the darkling headcanons #general killigan #the darkling x reader #dating would include #shadow and bone #siege and storm #six of crows #ben barnes #reader insert #fanfiction #shadow and bone fanfic #genya #aline starkov #mal oretsev #inej #the darkling x y/n #moon summoner #grisha #the darkling smut

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▬❝ kinktober 2022 masterlist <3 ❞

welcome to my kinktober masterlist for 2022! this is my first year actually publishing my pieces for it and i'm very excited :)) please don't read/interact if you're a minor, it's not about your maturity, it's about you respecting me as an 18+ person and the fact i don't want you to read my explicit content, thank you. some days will be shorter than others, that's just how it is, i hope i stay consistent but my life may get in the way (imma try write more than one a day) thank you for reading, comments and thoughts are appreciated and i'm very glad to be sharing my work with you all taglist if you wanna be notified of certain dates :))

characters featured; soldier boy, matt murdock, billy russo, dean winchester, sam winchester, aleksander morozova, frank castle, billy butcher, poe dameron, and marc spector

DAY ONE; praise kink, with soldier boy 

DAY TWO; thigh riding, with matt murdock

DAY THREE; shower sex, with billy russo

DAY FOUR; daddy kink, with soldier boy

DAY FIVE; costumes, with dean winchester

DAY SIX; corruption kink, with aleksander morozova

DAY SEVEN; face sitting, with frank castle

DAY EIGHT; public sex, with billy butcher

DAY NINE; orgasm denial, with billy russo

DAY TEN; bondage, with aleksander morozova

DAY ELEVEN; cock worship, with poe dameron

DAY TWELVE; strip tease, with sam winchester

DAY THIRTEEN; lingerie, with dean winchester

DAY FOURTEEN; breeding, with frank castle

DAY FIFTEEN; boot worship, with aleksander morozova

DAY SIXTEEN; edging, with matt murdock

DAY SEVENTEEN; stuck in a wall, with soldier boy

DAY EIGHTEEN; sadomasochism, with billy russo

DAY NINETEEN; gags, matt murdock

DAY TWENTY; overstimulation, with demon!dean winchester

DAY TWENTY-ONE; somnophilia, with matt murdock

DAY TWENTY-TWO; body worship, with moon knight

DAY TWENTY-THREE; hate sex, with soldier boy

DAY TWENTY-FOUR; spanking, with frank castle

DAY TWENTY-FIVE; role reversal, with billy butcher

DAY TWENTY-SIX; size difference, with sam winchester

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN; cnc + roleplay, with billy russo

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT; uniform, with billy russo

DAY TWENTY-NINE; dacryphilia, with aleksander morozova

DAY THIRTY; panties, with soldier boy

DAY THIRTY-ONE; sex pollen, with sam winchester

wishing you a very happy, kinky october hehehe xx

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober masterlist #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #billy russo x reader #billy russo smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #the darkling x reader #the darkling smut #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut

[bakerstreethound]

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? 

******

“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.” 

******

@pandaqueen7799 @feral-for-strange @classickook @frostandflamesfanfic @navs-bhat @kaqua @jakecockley​ @lilythemadqueen​ @starks-hero

#general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #ben barnes #kinktober #kinktober2022 #the black heretic #general kirigan #aleksander morovoza #the darkling smut #shadow and bone netflix #grisha trilogy #reader x darkling

[areaderinlove]

3 days have passed so WHERE ARE THE FICS THE SMUT I NEED DARKLING FICS GIMME SOME

#the darkling smut #the darkling x reader smut #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone #shadow and bone s2 #ben barnes

[courtneyraeblogs1221]

The Darkling Recommendations

Smut - *

Shadow and Bone/ Six of Crows Masterlist

What Are You?

Early Morning

Desire*

Shadow Summoner*

Imagine Being Loved By Me*

Blow Up*

Disobey

Doubt*

Where Your Heart Is

Palace Garden*

Early Morning*

Injured - Part 2: Healed

Unaware

Over .

Stifling .

Capable .

Departing .

Morning* .

The Price .

Fiery .

#the darkling x reader #the darkling smut #shadow and bone

[marvelmusing]

The First Time

The Sequel to ‘A Night of Firsts’

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being married to Aleksander is a dream, but after your honeymoon he begins to withdraw from you. The happy couples surrounding you have you wanting to build a family of your own, so you ask your husband to grant your wish.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, soft dom!Aleksander, breeding kink, talks of having children (nothing explicitly described), wife kink, praise kink, smidge of pain kink, a hint of dacryphilia, mentions of sexual acts, oral (fem receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, and plenty of dirty talk from Aleksander.

My Masterlist

The honeymoon lasts two weeks. Two blissful weeks of Aleksander teaching you countless new ways to succumb to pleasure.

Heated kissing sessions in the library that end up with your bodice untied and his hands up your skirts as he mouthes firm kisses along your throat and over your breasts.

He helps teach you to take two of his fingers, ensuring that you’re slick enough to withstand the unfamiliar pressure of his long digits stretching you from the inside. The wet sounds still make your cheeks burn with a pleasurable mixture of arousal and embarrassment.

Whenever you become too shy, Aleksander takes your hand and splays it over the front of his trousers, allowing you to feel the size of his erection in response to whatever he’s doing to you.

He allows you to touch him. With curious hands and an eager mouth you trace over every inch of his body, letting him guide you whenever uncertainty takes over. Hearing his breathing hitch and his soft groans always send a shiver down your spine.

On a particularly rainy day, he spends hours between your thighs, kissing the tender skin there before he kisses your cunt lazily. Flicking his tongue over your swollen clit and suckling on the delicate nub as you writhe beneath him.

He calls you his sweet little wife, his darling girl, his beautiful bride. He makes you feel precious and desirable in a way no one else ever has before.

One evening he settles you in his lap and instructs you on how to drag yourself over his thigh, grinding your hips down so that your slick cunt can gain a dizzying amount of friction that makes your toes curl.

He teaches you how to touch yourself, taking your much smaller hands with his own to run over your body, accustoming yourself to your own touch. Aleksander knows your most sensitive areas. He knows how to encourage your body into an orgasm.

Praises and sweet nothings are murmured into your ear every time you climax, as he tells you how proud he is that you’ve trusted to give him so much of yourself.

But now the honeymoon is over.

The rooms you occupy are yours alone and whilst there is a door connecting your bedchamber to your husband’s the sudden separation stings. But you have your work to get on with, as does he.

Unfortunately, now that you are the wife of the Second Army General you also receive an increased number of invitations for afternoon tea and various societal functions with the noble ladies.

They all fawn over your wedding ring and tell you how beautiful your dress was. They complement the ceremony and the reception and tell you how lucky you are.

When they ask about your honeymoon you agree with them, you are very lucky to have such a husband, and they all seem thrilled as they discuss baby names. The shift in conversation catches you off guard, Aleksander has never made love to you therefore you cannot be with child, but no one can know that.

So, you play along with the ladies excitement and questions with as much enthusiasm you can muster.

The days go by.

A quiet dinner with Aleksander before he has to rush away to a meeting. Picnics with the noble ladies and watching their toddling children cling to their nursemaids skirts. Holding Lady Antonova’s chubby little baby in your arms.

Aleksander gifts you small signs of affection in public, a hand on your waist or a kiss to your hand, whilst offering nothing in private.

Then one night you break, opening the door into your husband’s rooms wearing a midnight blue silk camisole and black lace panties underneath your bathrobe. The fabric sways as you move towards him without a word.

He pushes his chair back a little from its place in front of the war table, discarding his papers immediately as he turns to look at you.

When you begin to settle in his lap, he gives you more space to adjust yourself and you bury your face against his chest as you cling to him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you plead,

“Give me a baby, Aleksander.” He freezes beneath you. “I won’t ask anything else of you, ever again. Please. You won’t ever have to see me again afterwards.”

He leans back, holding the back of your head so that you’re facing him directly.

“You think that’s what I want?”

Glancing down, away from his eyes, you shrug lightly.

“You haven’t touched me since our honeymoon, and even during then we didn’t consummate.”

“Because I wanted to give you the chance to choose. To have children or not. To have me or not.”

At his last words, you frown.

“But on our honeymoon…”

“I enjoyed every moment we spent together, but I will not force you into marital duty if that is something you do not want.”

“And if it is something I want?”

“Then you still have the opportunity to choose how that happens.” Before you can even ask what he means, he begins to explain, “If you want to continue working with our baby on your hip and another on the way then you can. If you want to devote your time solely to raising them then you can.”

The consideration he’s offering you is unheard of among noble families like yours, but you’re far too focused on the picture he’s painted of your possible future.

“Two?” you question hopefully.

He smiles.

“As many as you want, my darling wife.”

Leaning forward, you capture his lips with your own. He cups the side of your face gently, moving his mouth leisurely as he matches your pace. When he pulls away you’re bright eyed and breathing heavily with your kiss swollen lips parted.

He smirks darkly, his gaze roaming over your flustered expression and the low neckline of your camisole that is revealing a generous amount of your chest.

“I know that look. Has all this talk of babies made my wife soak through her panties?” he teases.

“Aleksander.”

“Do you know how babies are made, little wife?”

Blinking coyly, you glance wide-eyed at your husband as you bite down on your lip.

“Will you show me?”

He groans through his teeth, breathing out a harsh laugh as he lifts you up into his arms and stands.

“I’ve turned you into a little harlot, haven’t I?” he remarks as he carries you into his bedroom.

At that, you smile. Considering the fact that you had never even touched yourself before your wedding night with Aleksander, you would agree that he has lit a fire within you that burns for his touch.

As he lowers you down onto his sheets, you cling to him, tightening your hold when he attempts to withdraw from you.

“Aleksander please, I need you.”

He places his hands over each of yours.

“You’ve made the decision to have a baby. Now let me make the decisions.”

He adjusts your position, tucking some of his pillows underneath your lower back and spreading your legs wide. Heat prickles through your body as you realise he is ensuring that his seed will take.

“Comfortable, my love?”

You nod in response, looking up at him as he continues to fuss with the pillows.

“Aleksander?” His dark eyes flicker to meet yours immediately. “I love you.” His expression remains still. “I think I have for a while now. I mean, I’ve always admired you and thought you were attractive and I’ve only just realised-”

He halts your nervous confession with a gentle brush of his thumb against your lips.

“I love you too,” he says softly.

“You do?” you whisper.

He leans over your body, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before his nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Why do you think I asked you to marry me?” he murmurs against your skin. “I knew your parents wanted you to wed. I could not bear the thought of another man having you.”

Tilting your head back to give him more room, you sigh.

“I’m yours.”

He nips lightly at your earlobe and you loop your legs around his waist as he says,

“Say that again.”

“I’m yours. I’m your wife, Aleksander.”

He kisses you fiercely. Hands wandering over your body, caressing the places he knows by heart already. The moans you make rattle through your body as he muffles the sound with his lips. Without much preamble, he removes his shirt and trousers.

Then he moves down your body, using his large hands to squeeze at your thighs. He tugs off your panties, his dark eyes blown wide as he spreads your legs and stares down at the spot between your thighs.

“There’s my favourite sight, that sweet little cunt of yours,” he purrs, nuzzling his face against one of your thighs.

He continues to kiss your skin leisurely, leaving small bite marks that he traces his tongue over which makes your whole body shiver with need.

“Aleksander,” you whine, realising that he isn’t intending on putting his cock inside you any time soon.

He kisses your inner thigh gently.

“Who’s making the decisions?” he asks with a brow raised sternly.

With a pout and a whimper, you admit,

“You are.”

He nods in agreement.

“Good girl. Now I’d like to apologise to your pretty cunt for neglecting you.”

Before you can even begin to insist that his apology is unnecessary, his tongue plunges between your folds, licking an eager stripe against your slick cunt. A sigh heaves at your body and you immediately grasp onto his hair as a means of keeping yourself tethered to him.

He groans lowly at the taste of your arousal and your cheeks burn at the sound of his enjoyment. Pleasure prickles over your skin, dancing delightfully as you gasp and continue to grip onto your husband’s hair.

He takes your hands in his, releasing his hold on your thighs which allows you to lock your legs around his head and grind against his face eagerly whilst he intertwines your fingers lovingly with his.

Hips stuttering as your limbs fill with tension, you moan loudly when he begins to suck on your clit, pressing his tongue down against the hardened bundle of nerves.

The rhythm of your heart pounds through your entire body as your cunt tightens rapidly around nothing and bliss floods through your veins, blooming in your stomach.

“Aleksander,” you cry out. “I love you. I love you so much.”

The words lose their coherency as you reach your climax. Thrashing your head back into the mattress, you attempt to settle your breathing while Aleksander laps gently at your twitching cunt. He hums quietly when your legs relax, draping themselves over his shoulders.

He presses a few delicate kisses to your cunt and then your inner thighs and you shiver at the sensitivity of your skin. Such pleasure always makes you a little shaky so Aleksander’s motions are firm and soothing as he moves back up to your face.

The taste of your arousal clings to his lips as you kiss him slowly. He pulls your camisole up your body, tugging it over your head and discarding it onto the floor somewhere.

He hovers above you, his dark eyes wide with awe as he admires every inch of your naked body, skin glossy and glowing from your first orgasm. Licking over each of your nipples, he watches the small bud stiffen into peaks before he takes one of them into his mouth.

Feeling so observed sends a rush of heat down between your thighs and the warmth of his mouth has you arching your back eagerly. He holds onto your hips firmly, keeping you in place for him to torment with his mouth.

Slowly, he moves his way back up towards your face, trailing kisses along your throat and jawline.

“Aleksander,” you whisper. The next words hesitate on the tip of your tongue and you hide your face into the crook of his neck before you speak. “I want to make you a papa.”

A startled sound catches in his throat and he grits his teeth together hard.

“You cannot say something like that and expect me not to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

“Please. You won’t break me, I promise.”

“It’s your first time,” he argues.

“You’re my husband,” you counter. “You know me better than anyone.”

He bites down hard on his lower lip and for a moment you worry that he might hurt himself. Then he all but rips his underwear off and reaches down between your legs to slide two fingers into you. The stretch has your eyes fluttering closed but the discomfort is lessened by the amount of slick gathered there.

Aleksander thrusts in and out of you for a while, curling his fingers against your most sensitive areas until and you wrap your fingers around his wrist tightly to ground yourself.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Remember to breathe for me,” he instructs you, cradling your face with his hand. You nod.

He pushes into you slowly, carving out a space for himself inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try not to give in to the searing, burning pain that accompanies the stretch.

A small sound escapes your throat involuntary and Aleksander stops. The muscle in his jaw is tense as his darkened eyes study every inch of your body.

“Does anything hurt more than you can handle?” he asks. You shake your head.

“Keep going, please.”

He huffs out a breath of effort as he thrusts his hips forward. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth when he hears you moan and he repeats the motion again.

“Do you like it when it hurts a little?” he asks as you cling to him.

You nod.

That’s all the incentive he needs to begin jerking his hips forwards. With every thrust, your body flows with his, gripping tightly onto your husband and taking everything he gives you. Loud cries and moans and gasps fall from your lips with reckless abandon.

All your life, you never thought that this would feel so pleasurable. With every nudge of his cock against your tight walls, he claims what no one else has ever touched. He claims you eternally as his.

“Aleksander,” you gasp. “Love, I’m so close.”

His voice is an encouraging whisper against your ear.

“Let go for me.”

Pleasure clouds your mind, until you can focus on nothing be sensation as Aleksander’s cock pushes against your tightening cunt. Bliss floods through you in a heady rush of slick that gushes around him. A small cry escapes you as you climax.

Aleksander holds you still, allowing the waves of pleasure to roll through your body as your cunt clenches around his cock. He gives you small kisses over your glossy collarbones as your chest heaves.

He suckles one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue caressing the bud rather lovingly and you thread your hand through his dark locks. When he withdraws, he brushes his nose against your breast, giving it a small kiss before he moves onto the other one to give it the same treatment.

“I can’t wait to see these all swollen and pretty for me,” he muses quietly.

Once you’ve caught your breath you glance up at him with a frown when you realise his cock is still rock hard inside you.

“You didn’t finish.”

“It’s alright, I can get myself there.”

His nails scrape pleasantly over your arms, grounding you in the moment. Then he settles his hands on your waist.

“May I continue?” he asks. You nod.

He continues to move slowly inside you, a gentle rock of his hips as his cock slides through your soaked entrance. Still sensitive from your second orgasm, there’s a brief moment of discomfort. Then you realise how much more of him you want.

Pleasure buzzes in the back of your skull, running down your spine as your skin tingles. Clinging onto your husband’s shoulders, your nails dig into his pale skin leaving crescent moon prints and reddened lines in their wake. Tears prickle in the corner of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks.

Aleksander’s eyes widen at the sight of your tears, cupping your face with his hand and lifting your gaze to his.

“Oh darling, do you want me to stop?” he asks in a near whisper.

Closing your eyes, more tears slip out as you shake your head.

“No, please don’t stop.”

Aleksander moans lowly, kissing your damp cheeks as he rolls his hips leisurely against yours.

“You look so pretty when you cry, my darling little wife.”

His cock nudges that sensitive spot inside you, drawing out a whimper. He hushes you tenderly, smoothing stray locks of hair from your face.

“I’m close, I promise. All I need to do is think about my sweet little wife taking all of my spend inside her.”

His voice breaks at the end of his words and you wonder if he would appreciate some encouragement.

“Please Aleksander,” you whisper against his ear. “Please fill me up. I want to feel you for days. I want everyone to see me and know that I’m yours.”

His hold on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into the softness of your hips as he chases his own release. He presses his forehead hard against the crook of your neck, breathing out harsh pants of exertion as he becomes swept up in pleasure.

He groans, his thrusts losing their momentum for a moment before he gathers the strength to continue. After only a few more jerks of his hips, he begins to spill inside you.

Aleksander places his hand over your stomach, the warmth of his hand mirroring the warmth of his release inside you. Both of you moan softly, as he comes down from his high and you relish in the feeling of being so thoroughly filled.

He’s careful with his body, ensuring that his weight doesn’t crush you no matter how much his body must want to simply collapse after such an orgasm.

He hooks his hands under your knees, keeping your hips elevated as he pulls his cock out of your soaked cunt. When you whimper in protest, and because of the prickle of discomfort, he presses a kiss to your thigh.

Aleksander settles beside you on the mattress, thrusting a finger slowly into your cunt.

“We just need to keep it all inside, don’t we?”

Eyes fluttering closed, you nod. Aleksander breathes out a small smile at the sight of your compliance. When his thumb grazes your clit lightly, you whine and clench around his finger weakly.

He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he withdraws his finger. Aleksander licks his finger clean, lapping up the mixture of your release and his - a sight that would usually arouse you though you are far too tired to do anything except nuzzle into his side.

Soon you’re straddling his stomach, cheek pressed against the space between his collarbones with his hands settled on each of your thighs.

“What would you want - a boy or a girl?” you ask.

There’s a small pause before he says quietly,

“I don’t mind.” He traces his fingers over your naked form, smoothing patterns against your bare skin. “But having a sweet girl who looks like her mama would make me very happy.”

That makes you smile and shift closer to him.

“I want a boy,” you mumble sleepily against his neck. “A boy who looks just like his papa.”

There’s a long pause.

“And if he’s just like me?”

Tilting your head up to look at him, you find uncertainty in his dark eyes.

“If any of our children are Grisha, that is a gift. If they have your power it only makes them even more precious.”

He kisses you softly, unshed tears glossing in his eyes.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks as he sits the two of you up. His gaze scours over your body intently. “I can send for a healer to check you over.”

There’s some marks on your hips and thighs from when he was gripping you and there’s some soreness at your core, but nothing unpleasant. You shake your head.

“Nothing hurts. I feel good.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Good.”

He untangles himself from your embrace, standing to retrieve your bathrobe. Nuzzling his face affectionately against your cheek, he drapes the fabric over your shoulders.

“I’ll call for some servants to change the sheets and run you a bath.”

Once he’s spoken to the guards posted outside his door, Aleksander returns to you.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you admit and he breathes out a soft laugh.

Scooping you up into his arms, he carries you bridal style into his bathroom and settles you down on the small chair beside the bath. It doesn’t take long for the requested servants to arrive.

As the steaming bath water is being poured into the tub and Aleksander’s bed sheets are being replaced with fresh linens, he pours you a glass of water and holds it up to your lips.

Drinking eagerly, you can focus on nothing except your husband as he dotes on you wordlessly.

“Thank you,” he says once the servants have finished. “You may leave us.”

Aleksander slides your robe down your body, kissing along your shoulders delicately.

“Would you like me to bathe you?” he asks.

The response you give him is a near whisper as you nod.

“Please.”

Aleksander places you carefully into the warm water, using his hands to ensure your body has been rinsed before he reaches for his toiletries. The familiar scent of his soap fills your senses and a pleased hum settles in your throat as he begins to lather the suds between his palms.

Placing your hand over your stomach, you glance over at your husband who is now sitting in the chair beside the bath tub.

“How long will it take for a healer to know if I’m with child?”

He smoothes his soap covered hands over your body, lathering it over your skin with a small frown of concentration creasing at his brows.

“Around a week,” he says. “Depending on how you’re feeling, we can try again tomorrow. Or wait a week and see if it takes the first time.”

Aleksander reaches for a wash cloth, submerging it into the water before he uses it to clean your body. He’s particularly careful around any sensitive areas, cupping your breasts delicately and cleaning between your legs with the utmost care.

He gifts you kisses between each of his touches, rewarding you for staying still for him.

He cleans himself up afterwards, threading his wet hands through his hair to keep it slicked away from his face. He looks younger like this, a soft sparkle in his eyes and his shoulders loose and relaxed.

The two of you share kisses and sweet touches as you soak in the tub for a while.

Aleksander helps you out once you’re finished and pats you dry with a soft fluffy towel which he then wraps around your body.

Setting you down on the chair in front of his vanity table, he dries the dripping wetness from your hair before he begins your nightly routine, ensuring that your hair is prepared properly and all the necessary creams have been smoothed over your skin.

He presses a kiss to your temple.

“What would you like to wear for bed?” he asks.

“Can I have one of your shirts?”

Instead of answering, he moves over to his wardrobe and opens up the large oak doors. He rummages through the clothing there for a moment before he selects an item.

“Will this suffice?”

With a smile, you nod.

He removes the towel from your body and slips the large shirt over your head. This particular shirt is loose on Aleksander, with billowing sleeves and a large neckline. He ties the drawstring at the front to preserve your modesty and you’ve never felt so comfortable.

Aleksander smiles widely, evidently pleased with your outfit. Once he’s also dressed for bed, the two of you settle under the covers together.

“I love you, Aleksander.”

He kisses the crown of your head softly.

“I love you, my sweet wife.”

Lying with your head against his chest, you’re soon lulled to sleep by the gentle motion of his breathing and the steady beat of his heart.

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Kinktober 13: Meet Me At the Altar

aka body worship with The Darkling

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Summary: The General just can't get enough of you.

Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Content warnings: allusion to cunnilingus, teasing, he praises and compliments them a LOT. let me know if I missed something

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"It truly is a marvel how breathtaking you are."

For the umpteenth time, a blush had crept onto your cheeks at the man's words. You were sat on his lap facing him, clad in nothing but a flimsy pair of underwear, long since soaked, and a shirt of his. His calloused hand laid under the shirt on your waist, stroking the skin with his thumb. The other cupped your cunt, stroking firmly enough to create pressure but not enough to satisfy the ache. You tried to hide your face in his chest, but he tutted, gently holding your chin.

"Don't do that, love. I want to see you." He kissed you softly, nothing but soft admiration in his eyes. His fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Can we get rid of this?"

You pulled it over your head hurriedly, back arching further when his hands immediately found your nipples, toying mindlessly while his eyes raked over you.

"Can you lay down for me?" His voice had dropped and was laced with need, though it was still just as gentle.

You nodded, and he gripped onto your thighs to ease you on your back. He stood back for a moment, just to stare at you. Feeling very small under his stare, your legs subconsciously began to close. Naturally, he took notice.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, "Spread your legs."

The tone in his voice, while it was gentle and toed the line of worship, left no room for argument, and you couldn't help but follow. He bent to his knees immediately, creeping up to the edge of the bed and tugging your ankles so that your clothed pussy was right in front of his face. You tried to prop up onto your elbows, but a hand on your chest gently pushed you back.

"Lie back and relax, sweet thing. Let me treat you."

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To Be a Grisha part 3

I can’t escape him. He haunts me every night. I thought that I would mostly be rid of my thoughts of him but I was wrong. One dream of mine was so vivid that I refused to open my eyes in fear of not knowing what the dream could possibly mean for us. He created his very own shadow monsters and has an army of Grishas who are planning to stop us before we get the chance to destroy the fold that he originally created to protect his people (Grisha) however after living for centuries, he became power hungry which ultimately corrupted him. It’s important to note that the Fold was not created because of his greed, but because of Kirigan’s genuine desire to protect his fellow Grisha from persecution after his his lover, a Grisha herself was killed by humans. Even after all the awful things he’s done, I can’t help but feel for him. Imagine living centuries with no one by your side, no to confide in, no one to really talk to, and no one to see what you have done for your people. I know I shouldn’t have feelings for him especially after finding out who he really is now but I can’t stop loving him at least not for the time being. The reason for why I haven’t lost love for him is probably because he was the first person who desires me, to make me feel wanted and loved. He  treated me with respect even after finding out that I have autism. He said it was just one more thing that made me different from the rest of the world. Two months after leaving the palace and I can still feel the touch of his lips on mine. 

Flashback

“Y/N darling, can you come here for a moment? “There’s something I want to show you.” 

“One moment, I gotta to master this spell first.” Aha, I think I got it right now!! 

“Y/N, come to me.” “I want you to be with me, always.” His arm stretches out to the floor where I was sitting, I gently grab his hand and he lifts me up to my feet. His arms secured around my waist, keeping me flush against him and he bends his head down to kiss me fully on the lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back with a soft smile on my face. He grabs you by the waist as you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply as you feel his tongue enter your mouth. He continued to kiss me while he walked us to the bedroom. As the heat increases, you moan at the pleasure and pull away for air. “Wow, you’re a really good kisser, you must be very eager to show me all the things that I have been missing out on.” He responded by saying “You have no idea, little one.” 

I giggled at his response. “Well then I must tell you that I am very eager to find out what you have in store for me. I told him to show me how much he desires me.” In a flash, he begins to kiss my neck as he plops me down into the bed. He continued to kiss and bite my neck as a reminder to everyone that I was his girl. He quickly took off his shirt and slowly began to move his fingers to first unbutton my shirt and then unbutton my pants, leaving you only in your black lacy underwear and pink bra. For the first time in your life, you felt extremely vulnerable under his gaze because you cared what he thought about you and your body. He couldn’t look away from you because he was too entranced by your body to see that you were insecure about your body.  You softly said “Alexander, say something please.” He caressed your face with one of his hands, a gesture that he knew would make you feel cared for and appreciated by him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, there’s absolutely nothing to be shy about.” “You’re beautiful, embrace your beauty.”   “I hardly think this is fair, what with me in just a bra and underwear while 

you’re still have your clothes on minus the shirt and cloak.” “Take your pants off.” She said. Alexander just stared at for a few seconds and then enthusiastically began to unbuckle his belt, fumbling his fingers 

He said “It appears that I am having trouble with unbuckling my belt because I can’t look away from you, could you help me?” 

Y/N smiled, eyes showed mischief. “Gladly” 

It took a minute or two but she eventually got his buckle undone, leaving him in only his boxer briefs and my god what a sight for sore eyes to see. The sight of him compelled me to rub my thighs together since I was soaking wet from anticipation and nerves. I’ve never been with a man not like this before and the stories I have been told and read about losing your virginity scared me because of how painful it can be for the first time but I could do this for us. I wanted him more than I ever wanted anyone before. I am a 22 year old woman whose never been with a man intimately because I always wanted it to be with someone I loved or at least had feelings for. 

As naive as this is, I love him despite only knowing him for two months. I love that he feels he can be open with me about his past. He told me all about his childhood, his past lover who was killed by humans and how that event affected him in more ways than one. I also love his deep laugh and his soft voice. I am entranced by his dark chocolate eyes especially when his eyes light up with mischief but also when his eyes become soft when he looks at me. The fact that he never truly hid who he was made me fall harder for him. He admitted to me that he hasn’t always been the kindest person in the world but he’s trying to be a better person than he was. It wasn’t until he told me about his love for animals and children that I realized that I was in love with him. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his voice. He asked me if I was alright and if I was sure that I wanted this. I quickly nodded my head to show my certainty. I was never the one to do something that I didn’t want to do and he knew that. He has never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do even though I know he wished that I would take his advice more. Another thing I loved about him. I don’t need him but I want him.  Despite all the bad experiences you have had with men and the deeply hidden disgust and fright of men. He was just different. You never knew a man who was so openly caring, romantic, strong, and protective. 

He joined you on the bed, kneeling in between your legs and your legs wrapped around his waist with your feet purposefully brushing against his butt which seemed to excite him even more. Only a second later you felt his lips make contact with your own once again. His lips were soft against yours and they melded right together. You kissed him back. As your lips moved together you pressed further against each other. You sighed into against his lips and your mouth opened slightly. Alexander saw this as the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You let him explore your mouth and then you explored his. He moves his lips to your cheek, then your jaw, and down your neck. He kisses you again with much more ferver. He then works his way back down to your neck leaving more hickies on your neck. His hands then rake up and down your body. First squeezing your breasts, your stomach, and your thighs. He unclips your bra and tosses it to the floor and stares at you with something you can’t decipher possibly love. Before you can cover yourself up from being self conscious about your own body, he’s dipping down to kissing your breasts. 

He said “I have been waiting to do this for so long." You quietly laughed at the statement sure he was exaggerating but he looked serious. “I’ve truly dreamt of you for so long,” he muttered. He begins to kiss down the rest of your body only stopping to give your little belly pouch a few squeezes and kisses. You were also afraid that no man would love your body especially since you had a small waist but wide hips, round butt, and thick legs. “God I love your body.” He said with a grin plastered on his face. He runs his fingers all over my body as if he can’t get enough of my curvaceous body. “Are you all mine, no one else’s?” 

“You smile softly at him and brush away some of the loose hairs away from his face to get a better look at his divine face. “All yours, I promise.” 

You glance down between you two and that’s when you saw how hard he was. You grinned, “did I do that to you?” You gestured down to his penis?” 

Yes, you’re the only one who caused that reaction.” He then begins to press small kisses on my face then nudges my nose with his. He then starts to grind himself against you which makes you moan. Are you ready?”

“Yes. I need you inside me.” 

“And you will tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much right? “Yes, I promise, remember I have always been able to tell someone what is on my mind.” “I trust you.” She said 

Alexander lines himself up with your hole and slowly pushes the tip in as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You gasp and squeeze his hand. He stills for a moment and lets you adjust. He pushes in a little more until he feels you tense up again. He stills and starts to kiss your face until you relax. He then pushes himself all the way in you. You’re breathing heavily and your face is flushed. He begins to snap his hips even faster and you start to scratch down his back and pull his body closer into your own to show him how good he was making you feel despite the mild pain and discomfort that occurred the first time his cock entered inside me. You fell apart against him as he slammed into you, over and over again. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your entire body convulsing with a new pleasure. He continues at this pace for quite sometime until he starts to go faster and goes even deeper inside you. He pulls out almost entirely and pushes back in. You gasp and moan and Steve groans. He’s finally found your g spot and begins to hit it perfectly with slow and deep movements. Your legs wrap themselves even tighter around his waist as you dig your heel harder into his butt, nudging him deeper and deeper inside of her until you feel him in your stomach. “You feel so good, my special girl.” “It’s like my cock was always made to be in your pussy.” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. You muffle your cries and moans by burying your head back into his neck. Your arms wraparound his neck and you manage to switch them around, her body now above his, her hips rocking back and forth at an ungodly speed. Your breasts were bouncing with each movement while he reached out his hand and grabbed her breast, massaging it within his fingers tips then placing his mouth on each one of your nipples just sucking them as if they were a lollipop. “Faster Aleksander, I want more of you in me if that’s possible.” He began to move his hips to meet hers, pushing his cock deeper into her. You could once again feel him hitting your g spot spot which caused a feeling of delight, her clit rubbed against him as you rode him. He switched positions by pulling you off him where you had to place your hands on thee bed and bend your knees. He entered in you again making you moan more. “Ah, Ah feels so good my love.” “I am glad my darling, only the best for you.” He couldn’t hold it any longer as your moans started to get louder while you pressed yourself against him more.

I am cumming, Alexander.” She said to him. He said “ Me too, cum for me, my darling.” He buries his head against your my shoulder and reaches down between us to slide his hand up and down across your clitoris. You scream out his name as he let go instantly, his cum shooting deep within you. A low throating moan left him, his fingers digging into your thighs. He lays down beside you and you curl into his arms. He looks at you with so much warm in his eyes that it sort of startled you at first. 

“Saints I really do love you, you do know much i love you right?” Alexander asks you, looking at you seriously.

“of course i know.” you say with a giggle. “why do you ask?” She said. “No reason other than I need to make sure that you know how much I care for you.” 

You smile against his chest and rub your fingers against his chest then to his abs which brings out a small laugh out of him. Hmm, he’s ticklish there huh.” “Good to know in the future whenever he gets annoyed with me.” She thought. The both of you fell asleep quickly afterwards. That was only the beginning of several restful nights with him where you would spend most nights making passionate love, sleeping or even just talking. 

(Dream; flashbacks of sex between reader and the darkling)

She swear she heard him say “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you that is a promise.”

The next morning when you wake up in his arms both of you naked. You turn to face him. You stroke his face gently and it rouses him out of his sleep. His eyes flutter open and a soft smile crosses his features. 

I smile back probably with a dazed look due to all the things we did last night. His stamina is quite high because ten minutes after we made love, he wanted to go another round and then another. I feel a bit sore down from all the lovemaking we did. I don’t know how many sex positions they are but we did at least seven positions all in one night. He was gentle at first until he started to get more rough as I wanted him to. He would always ask me if I was okay and to tell him if something was too much (I couldn’t though because I wanted him in every way possible. I wanted to satisfy his every need as he satisfied my desire which is why I let him take me from behind and fuck me raw. I love how he let me try new positions that would be considered dominant. He was perfectly content with me being in charge for quite some time. I remember telling him to sit up and walk to the end of the bed then gently pushed him down on the bed and slowly sat on his lap. I was afraid I was too heavy when I heard him groan loudly but he assured me it was because he was turned on which gave me the courage I needed to wrap my legs around him and slowly start to lift my hips up and down on his cock while we hugged each other for support. He would continuously praise me. “You are a true goddess, I never grow tired of being with and in you.” “Only you has managed to make me into some sort of sex maniac and adventurous sexually.” “I can’t keep my hands off you, it’s as if you bewitched me.”

The craziest sex position that I remember us doing last night was with me on my back, lifting my hips off the ground and resting my arms on his shoulders for support while he plunged his cock deep inside of me and out just to go deeper me at a fairly fast pace. Once again, he cums, perfectly shooting his seed into me. I don’t know if I can walk right now because I feel so sore down there. It was worth it, believe me but that doesn’t stop me from feeling the pain of him stretching me out at every angle. The pain almost feels like menstrual cramps to be completely honest.

“Morning beautiful.”

Alexander’s facial features changes. Instead of a beard, his face was cleanly shaven, his black locks hair turned into unruly, thick, blond curly hair and his beautiful chocolate brown eyes changed to a light blue eye color. She pushed him away from her and jumped out of the bed

“What in gods name….?” 

He looked shocked at my reaction as he began to get up from the bed to slowly walk towards me. 

What’s wrong lyubov moya? He asked. His words made me deeply blush which must have been apparent to him since he then smirked with that infuriating smirk of his that only him seemed to really master. 

“AAH” she screamed. Threads of sweat were flowing down her face. She quickly turned to the side of the bed and began to get up and walk towards the door just to get some fresh air. However fate had different plans for her because as she opened the door, there stood Nikolai in only a silk robe which gave her a perfect view of his body specifically his chest and abs. The saints must truly hate me because it’s bad enough that I fell in love with a man who turned out to be a crazed power hungry man who will kill anyone who tries to get in his way, to not only have autism but also be Grisha( Tidemaker) who hasn’t even reached her full potential yet as a Grisha, is sort of chubby even though she doesn’t eat much and exercises, and now she realizes she is physically attracted to a man who drives her crazy. His gaze is first solely focused on her face but then his gaze follows the movement of her hand which was on her chest. He looks up and down for a few times as if he is trying to memorize her face and body in case he never sees me again. His eyes travels back up to my face and he seems to notice the sweat on my forehead and the red tint on my cheeks that appeared the moment I saw his bare chest and abdomen. He looked concerned as if he actually cared about me.. odd. The ship rocked a bit which almost made me lose my footing. His arms came up to grab my arm in case I needed to grab onto them just in case. My gaze was on the floor when he touched my arm to get me to look at him which definitely worked. We both gazed in each other’s eyes until I saw him glance down at my lip multiple times then I took a step back from him. Why was he waiting by my door in the first place? What does he want from me?

Forget the fresh air, she needs a cold shower now that she’s hot and bothered by the sight of his naked upper body parts. 

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