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marvelmusing · 11 months

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Like A Diamond

Part of the Glitter & Gold AU

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader (featuring Zoyalai and GenyaxDavid)

Summary: Every one of Aleksander’s closest friends has at least one Morozov diamond. He gifts you one which then prompts an official initiation into Ravka’s most exclusive group of socialites.

Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism and voyeurism (Nikolai & Zoya play with the reader whilst their friends watch), soft dom!Nikolai & Zoya, consensual sharing of explicit videos and photos, praise kink, masturbation, nipple play, non-piercing nipple rings, hint of pain kink.

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Every one of Aleksander’s closest friends has at least one Morozov diamond.

His grandfather had not only been the founder of the company Aleksander now owns, but he had also been one of Ravka’s most influential explorers and inventors. He had located one of the country’s largest natural diamond deposits which had set the foundation for the Morozov brand.

Now, almost every celebrity worldwide wants one of Aleksander’s pieces. Very few people can afford to have such a luxurious item in their jewellery box, and he is very selective about who can be seen wearing his designs publicly. But, of course, if Aleksander values you he won’t be able to resist staking his claim on you through a gift of glistening diamonds.

Genya has a pair of earrings. Sparkling silver studs comprised of three teardrop-shaped diamonds stacked on top of one another to curve over the slope of her earlobe. She wears them on special occasions. Dinners and galas and parties, whenever she needs a reminder she’s appreciated. She and Aleksander have a close bond and his gifts are amongst her most valued possessions.

David has a simple pendant necklace with a small diamond at the centre. He wears it almost always since he likes the comforting weight of it and has a habit of loosening the chain from underneath his shirt to fidget with the expensive gem, twirling it with his fingers whenever he’s nervous. Genya thinks the habit is endearing, especially since the necklace was a wedding gift from Aleksander.

Nikolai has a ring. Thick metal, with a flattened centre that sits on his knuckle, where a Morozov diamond sits alongside his initials engraved there - NN. Nikolai Nazyalensky. He keeps it on his pinkie finger as a replacement for the Lantsov signet ring that he threw away when he became estranged from the rest of his family.

Zoya has a necklace which traces down her figure into a body chain. The thin shining strand of metal falls between her breasts, where a cluster of diamonds sit on her cleavage before splitting into two chains that hang around her waist meeting again at the small of her back. The piece is a pretty addition to Zoya’s tightest dresses and her favourite sets of lingerie.

Alina has more pieces of jewellery than she can keep track of. Glimmering rings, beautiful earrings, necklaces and chokers, glistening bracelets. One night, when the two of you are drunk and giggly, she starts whispering filthy words into your ear, telling you everyone’s deepest secrets. She takes your hand, sliding it into her panties so that you can feel where her Morozov diamond presses against her clit.

When you join the group, they all exchange knowing glances when Aleksander helps you into your coat after dinner or places his hand on your lower back as he steers you through the crowd towards the rest of the group at a gala. They all tease you good-naturedly, telling you that it’s only a matter of time before you get your own diamond.

Alina smiles widely when she sees her husband working on a particular design, sitting in his lap to offer him some company while he draws out something special.

Then one evening you and Aleksander are working late in your office, passing sketches between one another and comparing notes for your designs in preparation for your new collection.

“I have something for you,” he says quietly.

When you see him reaching for his coat pocket, pulling out a small velvet box embossed with a very familiar logo, your stomach flips.

“Aleksander, I hope you know you don’t ever have to give me anything.”

He nods.

“I know.” He opens up the box, nudging it towards you. “But I crafted this one myself.”

Aleksander doesn’t make many pieces by hand anymore, given that he has a company to run and a whole team of people to craft his designs for him instead.

“I thought long and hard about what piece you would like.”

As your eyes flicker down to the contents of the box, the breath catches in your throat. His thumb strokes the underside of your breast. Arousal stirs in your stomach, thrumming down between your thighs.

Slowly, you trace your fingertips over the edge of the box, the velvet smooth against your skin. There’s two small silver pieces, decorated with tiny diamonds cut perfectly to line the outside of the thin curves of metal. The shape of the rings themselves loop in elegant circles, so that they look like daisies.

“Are these…?”

Aleksander continues to stroke your breast, his fingers seeking your clothed nipple, hidden by the fabric of your shirt. Once he finds it, he rolls it slowly between his finger and thumb, pinching lightly.

“I wasn’t sure if you had them pierced or not,” he muses quietly, continuing his gentle touches. “Regardless, I thought it best to give you something easy to wear.”

The thought of having those rings, that Aleksander created himself for you, pinching lightly at your nipples all day has your eyes fluttering closed with need. He takes your silence for hesitation.

“I can turn one of them into a charm for a necklace if you would prefer.”

You shake your head immediately.

“No. They’re beautiful.”

He gestures lightly towards the loose collar of your shirt which reveals your cleavage.

“May I?”

You nod.

He loosens your shirt from the waistband of your trousers, unbuttoning the piece of clothing slowly and pushing the fabric aside to reveal your bare chest. He hums quietly in approval, his voice a low murmur that sends a thrill down your spine as he stares at your nipples.

“Look at that, milaya, all perked up and pretty for me already.”

A burning flush rushes over your skin, warming your cheeks before it spreads down your neck as you glance down at your breasts.

He takes one of the rings from the box, cupping your breast with his other hand. Even though your nipple is already hardened in anticipation, he rolls it between his fingers gently, encouraging it to stiffen further.

“Good girl.”

It’s difficult to not whimper aloud at his praise. He slots the ring onto your nipple, cool metal encircling the bud. There’s a firm pinch at first and you squirm at the sensation, though it softens rather quickly into something more pleasurable - a soft pressure that has you shifting your thighs to seek some friction.

“A perfect fit,” he observes, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He pinches your other nipple hard and there’s no stopping the whimper from escaping your lips this time. A wide smile spreads over his face as he slots the next ring onto your nipple, watching your chest heave as the metal clings to your hardened nub.

The sight of your breasts, areolae adorned with pretty circles of silver in a floral shape, pinched nipples in the place of the flower head, sends a heavy flood of arousal to your cunt. Certain that your panties are soaked, you bite down on your lower lip, gripping to the sides of your seat.

Aleksander’s eyes are darkened as he stares at your breasts, a glimmer of pride in the depths of his gaze. He hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes up to meet his directly.

“How do they feel? Not too tight?”

“Good,” you say with a sigh. “They’re so good. I love them.”

He hums in acknowledgement, stroking his knuckles along your jawline.

“Ensure you take them out before going to bed.”

You nod.

He cups your breast, thumb brushing over your pinched nipple. Shifting your thighs once again, your eyes flutter closed as he stands. A whine claws at your throat, grip tightening on your seat as he shrugs on his coat.

“Aleksander,” you say quietly, your voice an almost pathetic whimper.

The temptation to grab his hand and press it against your clothed cunt is almost too much to bear. Embarrassment prickles over your cheeks at the thought of grinding weakly against his hand, begging for him to touch you. He cups your face with both of his hands, bringing you close for him to press his lips tenderly against your forehead.

“Send me a message when you arrive home safely.” The nod you give him in response is jerky. “And send Alina a video of whatever you do to satisfy yourself tonight.”

You do as he says.

As soon as you get home, your fingers fumble over the screen of your phone, typing out a message for Aleksander as you tuck your shoes away. He responds within a minute, praising you for following his instruction and reminding you of what else he had asked of you. That is all the incentive you need.

Bag and coat left abandoned in the hallway, you move up the stairs into your bedroom and collapse onto the rug between your bed and wardrobe. Once you’ve managed to prop your phone up against your wardrobe door, you begin removing more of your clothing.

Fingers shaking with anticipation, you slide down the zipper of your trousers, allowing the smooth fabric to drop down your legs. After Aleksander had left your office, you had only managed to button up a small portion of your shirt, hands still shaky with adrenaline.

Without too much preparation, you press on the record button and allow the camera of your phone to capture your need-fuelled actions.

The mess in your panties would be embarrassing if you weren’t so aroused by the sight of your slick clinging to the delicate lace, knowing that if Aleksander had slipped his hand beneath your waistband the same mess would have coated his fingers. His long nimble fingers.

It can’t be a very alluring video. But you’re too overcome by need to do anything but arch your back into the side of your bed, fingers reaching up to grasp at your covers as your other hand rubs frantically at your dripping cunt.

Any technique that you’ve gained from learning what your body likes has been abandoned as you mindlessly press your fingertips hard against your clit in eager circles. Gasps and cries of their names escape from your lips even when you grit your teeth as you writhe on your bedroom floor.

The nipple rings Aleksander had created for you glisten in the low light of your lamp as they remain firmly attached to the hardened nub of your nipples. The metal is no longer cool, warmed by the heat of your body, but the subtle pressure of the jewellery against your skin, a gentle tug on your sensitive nipples, has your arousal skyrocketing.

Thoughts of both Aleksander and Alina fill your mind, imagining her fingers rubbing sloppy circles over your clit while he holds your waist still to prevent you from squirming.

Their breathing heavy against your neck as they press kisses there, unable to pull themselves away from you to breathe properly. Alina mouthing over your throat and collarbone, delicate lips pressing firmly as she sucks blooming marks there. The scrape of Aleksander’s facial hair against your cheek, his teeth dragging over your jawline and nipping at your earlobe. Hot mouths. Eager tongues. Sweat rolling down between your breasts. Cunt tightening, a steady beat of pleasure, climbing higher with every drag of friction against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

The climax that hits you has stars sparkling behind your closed eyelids, pleasure thrumming beneath your skin. As you slump your head back against your bed, pressing your face into the curve of your arm, a greedy urge tugs at your hand, as your body perks up again at the prospect of another orgasm.

Squeezing your eyes shut tighter, your sighs and moans become whinier, higher in pitch as your fingers chase your next climax. Curses, pleas, whimpers of their names, they all tumble from your lips, merging together into an almost incoherent mess. You end up hiding your face into the crook of your elbow, biting down on the flesh there to quieten your desperate noises.

Unbelievably quickly, you feel your body stumbling towards the edge of your pleasure, teetering on the precipice of another dizzying climax. The moan that shudders through your body is obscene, your breathy gasps borderline pornographic as you whimper their names one final time as your cunt clenches frantically around nothing.

With shaking hands, you stop the recording and send the footage without any hesitation. There’s no reply from Alina, though you aren’t too conscious of it as you clean yourself up in the bathroom and slip under your bedcovers.

Head still fuzzy with pleasure, you’re dozing lightly when there’s a soft ping that rouses you from the haze in your mind. Blinking sleepily, you reach for your phone, unlocking it and clicking on Alina’s message.

“For fuck’s sake,” you whine, dropping your face down into your pillow.

Taking the image itself into account, it’s more likely that Aleksander had sent the photo, and the response to your video has need blooming in your abdomen once again. What a vicious cycle. Very briefly, you contemplate slipping a hand down to touch yourself again.

The photo is taken from Aleksander’s point of view, as he sinks his cock into Alina’s cunt. A thick ring of arousal is coating his length, smearing messily over both of their thighs. From the soaked state of Alina, he must have been teasing her while you were recording your video for them. Unable to fashion any sort of response, you simply stare at the image until another one arrives.

This one is also taken by Aleksander, though he’s holding the phone to one side so that the majority of their bodies can be seen. Alina’s arms are stretched up to the headboard, while his other hand is curled around her throat as he thrusts into her. Her back is arched against the mattress.

Eyes fluttering closed you imagine their bodies crashing together, the gasps and moans, the slapping of skin against skin. Inhaling deeply, you wish you could hear them yourself, smell the scent of sex fill their room, and taste the sweat on their skin. It’s hard not to touch yourself again, forcing your body into overstimulation just to know that you might climax at the same time as them. But you manage to resist, though your hips grind gently against your mattress.

The last photo is taken by Alina. It’s a mirror picture taken in what you can only assume is their bathroom. She’s completely naked, cheeks and chest flushed a pretty shade of pink, with marks dotted over her neck. Butterflies swoop in your stomach at her beaming smile, filling your chest with a giddy feeling. By the time you’ve finished admiring her, there’s a text underneath the image.

Alina: Don’t forget to pee!! And Sasha said drink some water before you go to bed

You: I’m surprised you can type out full sentences after all that

Alina: I’ll tell him you said that ;)

Alina: And yea I’m concentrating very hard rn

A soft laugh falls from your lips.

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“Let’s see it then,” Nikolai remarks, taking a sip of his drink before he sets in down on the glass coffee table in front of him.

A frown creases at your brows as you watch him lean back into the couch, draping his arm over the back of the furniture piece.

“See what?”

“Whatever Aleksander has made for you.”

Genya smiles widely in anticipation, settling down beside Nikolai before she tucks her leg up to her chest. Her eyes scan over your body intently and you blush. Nerves flip in your stomach at the weight of so many eyes falling on you.

Aleksander and Alina watch you from the other side of the room, where they sit in an armchair together with Alina draped over his lap. Their dark eyes make arousal pool in your panties and a flustered blush burns over your skin as they both smirk.

Swallowing hard, you shift your weight slightly on your feet.

“Go sit with Zoya and show her first,” Aleksander instructs you.

There’s a knowing glimmer in her eyes as you sit down on the couch next to Zoya, opposite Nikolai and Genya. David tilts his head curiously from where he’s sitting in the armchair, leaning to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch next to Genya.

Taking the hem of your shirt you tug it upwards over your head, revealing your bra to everyone in the room. Nikolai grins and Zoya’s gaze roams hungrily over your skin. She reaches out, hooking her finger under the strap of your bra to snap it playfully against your skin.

The sting of pain sends a pleasurable thrum down to your nipples, reminding you of what they’re about to see. Sending a glance over to Aleksander, his eyes darkening as they meet yours, you breathe in shakily and unclasp your bra. The fabric falls from your breasts, revealing Aleksander’s creation to the group.

There’s a collective sound of inhaled breaths and low murmurs of praise, which has you squeezing your thighs together.

“Good girl,” Zoya says with a smirk, cupping your breast to admire the jewellery.

Nikolai leans forward, resting his elbows onto his knees, cocking his head aside as his lips quirk into a boyish grin that makes you blush.

Alina peers over eagerly, as if she doesn’t have an ample number of photos of your breasts saved on her phone. Almost every day, you’ve ended up sending her a picture of some aspect of your body at her request. The thought of her using those photos to touch herself to makes your panties wet.

“Come here, love,” Nikolai says, beckoning you to him. As soon as you stand, Zoya grasps at the waistband of your jeans, bringing them - alongside your panties - down with a few determined tugs.

Nikolai sets you down on the glass coffee table, facing Zoya, goosebumps rising on your bare body from the chill of the glass and the heat burning beneath your skin.

“Let everyone see how pretty you are,” he murmurs low in your ear.

Zoya smirks widely, continuing to play with your breasts. Her fingertips dance over your skin, brushing delicately against your hardened nipples.

“And what a lovely job Aleksander did.” Her voice is an admiring purr that makes your blush deepen. “I think this one of your best, Sasha.”

He inclines his head slowly in appreciation, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly. David asks him a question about the metal used and conversation begins to flow as easily as it always does. Everyone is so dynamic and interesting, they understand one another so instinctively. How can a group of people merely talking to one another make you this aroused?

Aleksander’s voice is your favourite to listen to. Smooth and decisive, every word is pronounced intentionally with confidence in every syllable. Alina is the most expressive with her voice, amusement and interest colouring whatever she’s saying. Genya’s is a soft balm, soothing yet there’s something hidden in her words. Whilst David might not be as articulate as Aleksander, or charismatic like Nikolai, everything he says is insightful. There’s no hope of you understanding what he’s saying, but his enthusiasm has you wanting to listen for hours.

Zoya’s nails scape over your thighs, dragging your awareness back out of the haze that has clouded your mind. A breathy whine heaves at your chest, your eyes snapping up to meet hers. Deep chocolate brown, allure swirling in the dark depth of her gaze as she smiles at you.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, prickling in anticipation as Nikolai shifts his body to the edge of his seat, leaning over so that his chest is mere inches from your bare back. His arm curls around your waist, not touching you until his fingers brush lightly over your navel.

A whimper catches in your throat, as Zoya presses her nails harder into the soft plush of your thighs. Her smile twists into a devious smirk. Her nails are always perfect, a decent length, painted whatever shade will match her colour palette for the week ahead. This evening, blood red nails bite into your skin and you squirm over the table.

Nikolai clicks his tongue in warning. His fingers drag up your stomach, tracing a feather-light path between your breasts. When his hand encircles your throat, the pressure is a wonderfully familiar sensation that has you sighing as he squeezes once in reassurance - an encouragement for you to submit to them both.

Their touches are knowing, well learnt through hours spent in one another’s beds. Luckily for you, the length of Zoya’s nails means she prefers to use her mouth to pleasure you and Nikolai. Excitement prickles over your skin as she parts your thighs. The need thrumming through your body ensures you’re unable to focus on anything except Zoya’s lips lowering to kiss over your thighs.

Conversation continues, though you’re unable to decipher anything being said. Occasionally, Nikolai will chuckle, the motion of his chest jostling you slightly. Zoya’s mouth moves over your skin, licking the scratch marks left by her hands and the sting of pain makes you whimper.

At some point, David must have moved over to the couch, sitting beside Genya to press lazy kisses over her throat and slide his hands over her waist and thighs. Her sighs are soft as she threads her hands gently through his hair, encouraging him to continue whilst they watch you, Nikolai, and Zoya.

The amount of arousal leaking from your cunt, smearing over the table beneath you, makes your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. Nikolai’s murmurings aren’t helping to curb those feelings either. His words are phrased like praises, but the teasing edge in his voice makes your clit throb with need.

“Messy little girl, dripping all over our table. Do you know how much that cost?” When you shake your head weakly he laughs. “Of course you don’t. Numbers are difficult, aren’t they? I don’t think you could count to ten in this state.”

He’s right. Thoughts themselves are difficult and your mind is fully grounded in sensation. His wife bites a mark into your inner thigh, her nose nudging gently against your mound as she leans closer. Every kiss and touch she’s given you has been pointedly away from where you need her most and your patience is wearing thin.

“Zoya, please.”

The sound of your voice breaking through the conversation has everyone’s attention returning fully to you. Zoya looks up at you sharply, something dangerous glimmering in her eyes and you whimper at the feeling of being unintentionally disobedient.

“I’m sorry, please,” you beg, turning your face to hide against the space between Nikolai’s collarbones. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Nikolai runs a hand soothingly down your side.

“Tell us what you want, lovely. Ask politely, like a good girl, for everyone to hear.”

Chest heaving with anticipation, you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt at suppressing some of the embarrassment burning over your face as you say,

“Zoya. Will you please kiss my cunt?”

“Just a kiss?” she teases.

Shaking your head, you whimper in protest.

“Don’t be mean Zoya,” Nikolai remarks, though his tone is light and he smiles over at her whilst stroking your cheek gently. “She’s being good.”

She hums quietly, tilting her head as she appears to give his words some thought. Then she nods to one side.

“Look at Aleksander.”

There’s a knowing glimmer in her eyes as you hold her gaze and her smirk widens. Zoya and Nikolai share a look, smiling at one another. They know you well enough to see how much you like Aleksander and Alina.

Swallowing hard, you turn your head and the breath leaves your lungs in a sudden rush as Aleksander’s pitch black eyes meet yours. You can almost see yourself reflected in them, a messy wanton being writhing in front of him.

His tongue traces over his lower lip before he smirks, his gaze lowering to admire your breasts, still adorned with his jewellery, and your messy cunt. Zoya presses her lips against one of your nipples, a delicate kiss to the pinched nub. Then the other.

Then, finally, she ducks her head down between your thighs, mouthing over your soaked cunt. She laps eagerly with her tongue, and the sensation has you throwing your head back against Nikolai’s shoulder. His arms curl around your body to keep you upright.

The desperate cry that escapes your lips attracts Zoya’s attention and her lips press together in disapproval when she sees your gaze has left Aleksander, shifting back to her.

“Keep looking, or I’ll stop,” Zoya says sternly.

A small pout puckers at your lower lip, but you do as she says. Aleksander’s gaze is too intense, and you move your eyes over to watch his hands wandering over Alina’s thighs. He squeezes the clothed flesh smoothly, ignoring how she shifts her weight over his lap, grinding slowly. Her eyes, half-lidded, meet yours and a thrill runs down your spine.

When Zoya’s mouth returns to your cunt, your hands reach for her hair to urge her closer, wanting to chase the prickle of pleasure that is buzzing in the back of your head. Before you can touch her, Nikolai is curling his hands around your wrists, guiding your arms backwards so that your palms are settled on each of his thighs.

“Hold onto me, love,” he suggests.

Despite having very little control of your body and its reactions, you grip onto the fabric of his trousers, nails digging into the muscle beneath. He smiles widely, nose nudging against your cheek as you gasp and whimper.

Aleksander is murmuring something into Alina’s ear, his hand curling around her throat to keep her attention on you. Bliss is running through your veins, heating your entire body as Zoya begins to suckle on your clit, swirling her tongue over the sensitive little bud. Alina bites down on her lower lip.

“Nik, please,” you whisper weakly.

He hushes you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you continue watching Aleksander and Alina, they bodies melding into fuzzy shapes as your gaze becomes unfocused. The drag of Zoya’s tongue and the movement of her lips against your sensitive cunt has you nearing a climax with an almost frightening intensity.

“That’s it, love. Come on, show everyone how pretty you look when you come undone.”

He whispers more praises into your ear before grasping your chin lightly to hold your head up and meet Aleksander’s eyes once again.

“Sasha, tell her what a good girl she is.”

You won’t survive this. The climax that is building inside you is too much. Aleksander’s words are smooth as he encourages you in a doting voice that has your mind sinking through honey.

“You’re a very good girl, milaya, and you’re going to cum for us, aren’t you?”

Obediently, you nod in agreement.

“Yes, yes Aleksander, please, oh fuck.”

Overcome by pleasure, you grasp tightly onto Nikolai’s wrist, writhing between him and his wife as your climax throws you off a cliff, plummeting into the wild waves of bliss. The muscles in your legs shake, your hips jerking against Zoya’s face as your climax shudders through your body.

Weakly, you slump back against Nikolai, whining quietly when Zoya continues to lick your twitching cunt. When your breathing hitches and you try to move away, she stops and you feel boneless now that the sensation has been removed. Bliss has made your limbs heavy and your body is still reeling.

For a long moment, you keep your eyes shut, admiring the colours that swim over your closed eyelids. The need that had been clouding your thoughts has now dissolved completely, leaving your mind a puddle.

While your eyes remain closed, you’re aware of someone lying you down, some gentle touches and murmurs, as well as a warm cloth being dragged between your thighs. It’s much easier to keep your eyes closed, settling your heart and breathing into something more comfortable. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter open again.

“There’s our girl,” Nikolai coos with a bright smile. “Welcome back, love.”

His hands smooth gently over your thighs and you hum at the soothing sensation of someone tracing their fingers over your forehead. Blinking up at the person, you realise your head has been placed in Genya’s lap.

“Hello, down there,” she says softly, tapping you on the nose with her fingertip. A bashful expression fills your features as you whisper a quiet response.

“Hi.”

David reaches over towards the coffee table, picking up a large crystal pitcher filled with water that hadn’t been there earlier. He pours a small glassful while Genya helps you into a somewhat upright position.

They seem to know your hands would be unable to hold the glass, still shaking from the remaining adrenaline in your body. David holds the water up to your lips and you drink eagerly. His firm hand at the back of your neck makes you shiver pleasantly.

Once you’ve finished, Zoya places a soft blanket over your body and you nestle your face against Genya’s chest. She presses a kiss to the crown of your head, whilst David traces his knuckles down the length of your spine. His touch is warm even through the fabric of the blanket. It doesn’t take long for you to sink into a heavy slumber.

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A chill brushing over your skin is what wakes you and a shiver shakes your body, nuzzling deeper into the warmth surrounding you on both sides. It’s then that you realise you’re now in a bed, in one of Zoya and Nikolai’s guest rooms. With Aleksander on one side, Alina on the other.

Her head is tucked close to you, she appears to have slid off the pillow in her sleep, now nestled in the space under your chin, her forehead brushing against your breasts occasionally as you breathe. One of her hands is placed on your thigh, trapped between them as you lie on your side.

Aleksander’s arm is draped over your body, his hand resting on the limited mattress space between you and Alina. He seems to be a light sleeper, shifting his position as if he’s sensed your state of awareness.

His voice is rough with sleep as he murmurs quietly,

“Everything alright, milaya?”

You nod. You’re wearing an unfamiliar shirt which you can only assume belongs to Aleksander. After such an intense orgasm, involving so many intimate moments, you’re glad you’re not waking up in a cold and empty bed.

“You stayed with me?”

“Of course.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear. “We didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

Reaching for his hand, you intertwine his fingers with your own, giving him an appreciative squeeze as you whisper,

“Thank you.”

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jeffnotbezos · 11 months

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Ya’ll don’t understand how badly I need Poly Fics.

Kanej x Reader

Zoyalai x Reader

Helnik x reader

(Clervalstein x reader cough cough)

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Part of the Job

Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: It’s an unknown part of the job...

Y/F/F is your favorite food

It was an unknown side to the job: the duties of the Princess Consort, but they were duties you took on happily. The public thought that a consort’s job was to look pretty, to appear on the monarch’s arm at state functions and to warm their bed. And while you certainly did those things, you also saw to trade agreements, foreign relations, as well as managing the Queen’s household. So despite what your people thought, your days were far from lounging on a divan waiting for either of your lovers to call on you.

It had certainly been an adjustment, going from a lady-in-waiting to a member of the royal household, but you thought you managed it fairly well. That is, until a shipment of Zemini wheat got lost at sea, the Shu were angry about one of their temples being disrespected, and 5 members of the Queen’s staff had quit in one day. You’d thought you could manage, but you soon found yourself drowning in your work, completely overwhelmed and exhausted.

Nikolai found you asleep at your desk, the latest report from the Shu temple in Tsemna crinkled under your cheek. “Wake up, honey,” he said gently, shaking your shoulder. “Zoya’ll have my head if I let you keep working yourself this hard.” You blinked blearily as you lifted your head, the Prince laughing at the faint ink smudges on your cheek. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you back to our rooms. We’ll draw you a bath and help you relax.”

“But the Zemini,” you weakly protested. “And the Shu. And what about Zoya’s staff? Kolya, I can’t leave now, I ha-” “Shhh, darling, shh. I’ll have Pavel look those over. Right now, you need a warm bath, a hot meal, and a good night’s rest. I heard the kitchen’s making Y/F/F tonight.” It was a pleasant thought, and you let your lover lead you to your rooms, where Zoya was already waiting.

“There she is,” the Queen said softly, opening her arms for you. You tumbled into her embrace, sighing as she wound her arms around you, kissing your forehead, while her husband disappeared into the bathroom to draw a bath. “Is my beautiful girl tired?” “Hmm, missed you,” was your reply, and Zoya smiled, running her hand up and down your back. “I missed you too, malyshka. Nikolai and I both did.”

The Prince seemed to appear at the mention of his name, beckoning you and Zoya into the bathroom. The tub, which was large enough to fit all three of you, was filled with steaming water and topped with rose petals, and you felt your muscles begin to relax as the Queen undressed you. Zoya helped lower you into the water, your head resting on the porcelain lip once you were submerged.

Your lovers allowed you to soak for a few minutes before Nikolai lathered a washcloth and began washing you, while Zoya gently sat you up and began massaging your stiff neck and shoulders. You groaned when she dug into a particularly sore spot, your head lolling forward. Zoya then wetted your hair and washed and conditioned it, her touch nearly lulling you to sleep. But Nikolai kept you awake with kisses pressed to your skin, whispers of how much he loved you and how beautiful you were.

When you were clean, the Prince toweled you off while the Queen pulled your pajamas on, finishing with a kiss to your lips. Upon your exit of the bathroom, a tray was resting on the coffee table, and sure enough, it was Y/F/F. The three of you ate in comfortable silence, and when you nodded off against Nikolai’s shoulder, you moved to the bed. Zoya laid with you cradled against her chest, Nikolai spooning you from behind. “Take your workload down a bit, love,” Zoya said, stroking your hair. “Or I’ll decree that the Princess Consort must sit with her feet up all day, every day.”

You laughed, kissing her collarbone. “You would, wouldn’t you?” “To make sure you’re getting enough rest? Absolutely.” “We love you so much, Y/N,” Nikolai said, gliding his hand down your side. “I love you too. Both of you.” Zoya smiled, kissing your brow. “Sleep, my love. Don’t even think about work.” And as you drifted off, Zemini wheat, Shu temples, and the Queen’s staff were the farthest things from your mind.

#poly!zoyalai #zoyalai x reader #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky x reader x nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky x you #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert #nikolai lantsov x zoya nazyalensky #zoya nazyalensky x nikolai lantsov #nikolai x zoya #zoya x nikolai

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lenagilmore · 11 months

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I have concluded that the world is a pretty empty place because there are no *zoyalai×reader* fics or *darkolaixreader* 😔😔 the blessed souls that have been writing them here are my angels and saviours ily never stop please fuel my obsession 💗🥺🤍😩

#zoyalai x reader #darkolai x reader #nikolai x reader

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lieutenantwilliamrusso · 1 year

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#zoyalai #zoyalai x reader #my fics #Scarlett speaks

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deanlikeshisangel · 1 year

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he is the bastard prince after all.

nikolai lantsov in love

warnings : none

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nikolai lantsov became an unspoken tragedy the moment he was born. he loved stories as a kid, stories about lands far far away, of beasts and princesses, tales of voyages and sunken ships, of mermaids luring unsuspecting fools to their deaths, and of course stories about true love. he wanted to live the stories he couldn't write but he knew they weren't for him, he is the bastard prince after all.

nikolai lantsov believes falling in love is like lying naked in a field of roses. love makes you vulnerable, pricks your skin and bleeds your heart dry and then maybe, just maybe, you can seek comfort in the gentle caress of the blood red petals.

nikolai lantsov is not weak because nikolai lantsov craves love, he is one of the few who dare.

nikolai lantsov is falling for the saint with the golden light and only hopes there's someone to save him.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #alina starkov #zoyalai #nikolina #sankta alina #grishaverse #free verse #nikolai lantsov x you #zoya nazyalensky #netflix #six of crows #kaz brekker #darkling shadow and bone #idek why i'm posting this but i am

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marvelmusing · 11 months

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Glitter & Gold

Masterlist

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader (featuring Zoyalai x Reader and some GenyaDavid x Reader)

My Masterlist

All That Glitters [18+]

Zoya finally convinces you to join her friends for drinks, but you know that she’s not-so-subtly trying to introduce you to Aleksander and Alina.

Golden Hour [18+]

Alina and Aleksander are rather taken by you, and your presence in their lives becomes a source of frustration that wears away their restraint day by day. They both intend for you to be theirs.

Like A Diamond [18+]

Every one of Aleksander’s closest friends has at least one Morozov diamond. He gifts you one which then prompts an unofficial initiation into Ravka’s most exclusive group of socialites.

Toying with You [18+]

After spending the night at Nikolai and Zoya’s house, you wake between Aleksander and Alina. It isn’t long before their hands begin to wander.

Secret [18+]

As the three of you grow closer together, Alina wants to know you like no one else does.

#glitter & gold au #darklina x reader #aleksander morozova x reader x alina starkov #zoyalai x reader #shadow and bone au #aleksander morozova x reader #alina starkov x reader #modern au

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since-rather-personal · 25 days

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https://alyssa-815.mjcyd.asia/qc/mXr5ZeQ

#jenna louise coleman #stiles stilinski #zoyalai #kazuha x reader #abandoned places #colin o'donoghue #current events #vox machina #dead gay wizards #ib

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Golden Hour

Part of the Glitter & Gold AU

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alina and Aleksander are rather taken by you, and your presence in their lives becomes a source of frustration that wears away their restraint day by day. They both intend for you to be theirs.

Warnings [18+]: smut, hallway sex and oral (Aleksander x Alina), references to sex, implied off screen sex (Zoyalai x Reader).

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Ever since that first meeting, Aleksander and Alina can’t stop thinking about you.

When they arrive back at their house after walking you home, they can barely get through the front door before their hands are on one another.

In the hallway, Aleksander rucks up the skirt of Alina’s dress, pushing it over her hips and tugging her panties aside. He groans lowly when he recognises one of your designs and teases her for soaking through the delicate material.

She moans as he quietly muses about how much effort you must have put into the creation of her panties, only for her to ruin them with her arousal after a mere kiss from you. He reminds her of how stunning you looked and all the things he plans to do to you both.

She comes undone over his fingers and before she can even think of catching her breath, her husband has pushed his trousers down and slid his cock inside her. Their moans align perfectly, filling their entrance hall with the sound of their lust fuelled frenzy.

Heated skin grinding desperately with each thrust of Aleksander’s hips, a soft thud each time Alina arches her back against the wall. She still flushes when she hears the slick sound of her own arousal as Aleksander continues his determined motions.

When his lithe fingers trace over her sensitive clit she gasps, her entire lower body clenching in a valiant effort to keep him inside her. His breath is hot against her collarbone as he leans down to suck the gloss of sweat from her skin and her fingers fist his hair tightly.

“So good, malyshka,” he murmurs against her neck as he bites down on the skin there, worrying it between his teeth. He only stops to groan as Alina clenches hard around his cock. With how tight she is, Aleksander knows his wife is close to coming undone once again.

He pulls his face away from the crook of her neck so that he can watch her expression. He always loves watching her succumb to pleasure. He wonders whether you would scrunch your nose like she does, closing her eyes as she peaks. A low moan catches in his throat as he imagines your eyes locked with his as you climax.

Alina tugs on his hair, pulling him up to meet her lips in a fervent kiss. He traces his tongue over hers, before she sucks on his lower lip, the scrape of her teeth against the soft flesh there sends a sharp spark of arousal down to his cock.

He holds on tight to her hips, increasing his pace as she begins to climax with a small cry of his name. After a few more thrusts, Aleksander reaches the precipice of his own orgasm unable to last much longer with Alina gripping onto his cock so tightly.

The two of them pause as they soak in their shared high, leaning heavily against one another. He presses a kiss to her lips, chaste at first, but his lips linger affectionately as he withdraws which has them both smiling. Aleksander steps back to collect himself, and the chill of the quiet house brushes over Alina’s pleasure flushed skin.

She breathes out a laugh as she watches her husband, refined man that he always has been, pull his trousers up and stuff himself back into the crumpled fabric. At the sound of her laugh, Aleksander lifts his head up, gifting her a luminous smile. Somehow, you had the two of them acting like teenagers fooling around with one another.

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Aleksander and Alina agree with one another to take things slow with you. Neither of them wanted their attraction towards you to disrupt your relationships with the other members of their group, or the collaboration between your fashion label and Morozov, especially when you seemed so excited by the prospect of working with Aleksander’s company.

In theory, it had been a good idea.

Then you join Zoya on her lunch break, meeting up with Alina at a nearby café.

She has to watch as you shrug off your blazer, revealing the pretty bralette you’re wearing underneath. Alina tries not to stare. Truly, she does.

Luckily Zoya keeps the conversation flowing easily enough between the three of you, meaning that Alina can subtly admire you. She barely even realises her mind has begun to wander, imagining the chill of your rings against her cheeks as you cup her face, tracing your way down her body before she feels the metal press against her thighs as you spread her open.

What pulls her out of her thoughts, and brings an embarrassed blush to her cheeks, is the sound of your voice asking about the photoshoot she’s working on with David tomorrow.

After lunch she walks directly to the Morozov building, hoping the exercise will help rid some of the tension inside her. It doesn’t. As the elevator takes her up to the floor of her husband’s office, Alina is bouncing her leg with the restless energy that has filled her.

As soon as her dark eyes lock on his, Aleksander turns to his assistant and requests that he not be disturbed for the next hour.

Aleksander sits his wife down on his desk, pushing away his papers and ensuring she’s comfortable before he pushes her skirt up, tugs her panties down, and buries his face into her cunt.

All the while, he insists on her telling him every single thing that had riled her up this much. Through her whimpers and moans, she tells him how stunning you looked today, how much she wants you, how much she wants the three of you together.

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Whilst he might enjoy teasing his wife relentlessly about you, Aleksander is just as consumed as Alina with thoughts of you. So, when he knocks on Nikolai and Zoya’s front door and you answer, body half tucked away behind the blue wooden door, he almost believes he has manifested your presence through sheer desire of wanting to see you again.

His work has been occupying the majority of his time as of late, meaning that he has been unable to contact you about working with him. His assistant has exchanged a series of emails with your own assistant, but Aleksander has been hoping to discuss things one-on-one with you.

Now, here you are.

His stomach flips when he sees you smile shyly in recognition. Once you realise that Aleksander is the person at the door, you relax your stance and allow the door to swing open a little further.

“Aleksander, hi.”

His gaze drifts down, noticing your bare legs. Tongue tracing over his lips, he observes the flush of your skin and the fact that you’re wearing one of Nikolai’s cream dress shirts. When you see where his eyes have drifted, you look down at the hardwood floor beneath you and a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. Then he lifts the thick brown envelope in his hand, nodding towards it.

“I have a few things for Nikolai to sign, as soon as possible.”

You nod.

“Come in, I’ll go grab him.”

He waits in the entrance hall as you rush up the stairs. The angle Aleksander stands at means he catches a small glimpse of your light blue panties, and his mouth goes dry at the sight.

In the distance, he can hear a door opening and the low sound of music humming away. It isn’t long before you’re back, breezing by him as you say,

“He’ll be down in a bit; would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

He blinks at you, following as you pad barefoot over the cool hardwood floor towards the kitchen.

“A tea would be lovely. Zoya has-”

“The fancy Novyi Zem tea?”

He nods with a surprised smile, and you laugh softly.

“I could never justify spending that much on tea, but I have some almost every time I’m here.”

“Are you here often?” he asks, but winces when he realises that once again he’s asking about the relationship between you and the couple, as if he has any right to be jealous. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

You smile softly as you reach for the kettle, filling it with water as Aleksander shrugs off his wool coat and places over the back of a chair.

“I’m just trying to understand how you’re so close to them both – and yet I’ve never met you.”

When your smile widens Aleksander breathes a small sigh of relief, at least he hasn’t offended you, then you breathe out a laugh and his heart flutters at the sound.

“I think we have rather clashing schedules. My assistant says he’s been having a nightmare trying to organise a meeting with you.”

“My apologies, I had hoped we could have discussed a few things by now.”

You nod in agreement.

“It’s alright, I understand. I’ve been busy too, after all. Perhaps…” Before you can finish your musings, you turn away quickly, opening up the cupboard beside your head and standing on tiptoe to retrieve two mugs.

“Yes?” he prompts you gently which encourages you to turn around and face him as the water in the kettle begins to boil.

“Well, I- I thought that, maybe, since we’re friends, you might not mind having dinner sometime after work? A work dinner, I know you don’t usually do those. But Alina would be welcome of course.” Aleksander watches with a minute smile as you stumble over your words.

A work dinner would be an ideal opportunity to discuss the collaboration he plans to work on with you, but he’s impressed by your observation regarding his disdain of work dinners, though that is usually because he isn’t fond of pretending that his clients are the sorts of company he wants to keep. There is a reason why he is so selective with his friends.

But you are different from the other designers and celebrities he works with. He wants to know you, intimately, if you will allow him to do so. The majority of his clients wouldn’t even consider asking Alina to join them for dinner, though he hopes there might be a more selfish reason why you want to see himself and his wife again.

Aleksander tries his hardest to maintain a healthy work-life balance. Whilst he values his company and everything he has done for himself, nothing is worth more to him than time spent with Alina.

He’s considering this as you place a mug down in front of him, a small frown creasing at your brows.

“You don’t take sugar do you?”

He shakes his head, picking up the mug with a grateful smile as Nikolai appears in the doorway. His blonde hair is damp, slicked back away from his forehead as he ties up the belt of his dark blue bathrobe, nodding towards Aleksander in greeting.

Nikolai stands behind you as he talks to Aleksander about the papers he had brought over, finalising some sort of investment from a group of benefactors to fund one of Nikolai’s latest projects.

As his palms smooth down your arms and shoulders, you tune out the conversation and sip on your tea. Then Nikolai presses his thumb into the centre of each shoulder, and you bite down on your lip at the sudden contact at such a tender area.

“You’re tense,” he remarks, looking down at you, his frown deepening as he works his fingers into the rigid muscle at the spot between your neck and your shoulder blade. “How are you still so tense?”

“Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are,” you quip before a groan of complaint halts your teasing. “Saints, you’re making it worse.”

He clicks his tongue at your squirming.

“You work too hard.”

You scoff, retorting quickly,

“And you don’t work hard enough.”

He shakes his head with a small laugh. Nikolai knows he will never work as hard as you do, but he has no desire to make his life any more difficult than it needs to be.

Aleksander places his mug aside, nudging the papers in Nikolai’s direction before he beckons to you with a casual flick of his fingers and an easy demand,

“Come here, milaya.”

Eyes widening, you watch as he slides his chair back a little, intending for you to sit down in his lap. Nikolai nudges you gently towards Aleksander and within seconds you’re settling yourself over his thighs, your back almost flush with his chest. The feeling of his trousers against your skin, warm dress fabric underneath your bare legs, makes you shiver.

Tugging the back of the shirt collar away from your body, Aleksander slips his hands under the fabric, and he both hears and feels the sharp inhale from you as his hands touch your bare skin. Luckily the mug of tea has warmed his hands, so the tension begins to melt from you rather quickly as his fingers work confidently over your aching muscles.

He can sense some tension lingering, as you remain silent and no doubt focused on not squirming in his lap and embarrassing yourself. Nikolai looks up from his contract, watching a familiar expression cross over your features as you attempt to stay quiet and unaffected by Aleksander’s touch.

Nikolai scrawls his signature down, flipping over another page before he leans over towards you to take your chin between his fingers.

“What have I told you about those pretty noises of yours?”

A flush of warmth spreads over your cheeks, reminding you of the first night you ever spent with Nikolai.

Aleksander’s thumb runs down the length of a particularly stiff muscle and a small whimper catches in your throat. They both share a smile at the sound, and Aleksander can feel your body warming with a pretty flush as you sit in his lap.

Something between a sigh and a moan falls from your lips as he puts a little more pressure into his motions and you practically melt beneath his touch.

Nikolai grins, letting go of your chin as he returns his attention to the papers in front of him and Aleksander hums softly after soothing a particularly achy spot.

“What did you do this morning?” he asks in a low voice. Blinking in confusion, you wonder whether he’s speaking to you. Then Nikolai answers,

“Had her come undone over my tongue.”

They know what they’re doing, talking about you as if you aren’t in the room, and the back and forth between the two of them is dizzying. Aleksander makes a small sound of acknowledgement before he muses,

“You always have been good with your mouth.”

Nikolai shoots him a sideways glance accompanied by crooked smirk. It’s then that you remember that Aleksander and Nikolai went to university together. You can only imagine what kind of debauchery they had indulged in – both of them eager for some rebellion against their respective families.

To this very day, Nikolai still curses the Lanstov name, and you can remember reading the headlines the day Aleksander had sued his mother for withholding his grandfather’s inheritance from him.

Aleksander takes the back of your neck between his fingers, and you know they both hear how your breathing stutters as he moves the pad of his fingers over the muscles there.

Eyes fluttering closed, you lose yourself for a moment, mesmerised by the way Aleksander has removed aches from your body that you hadn’t even realised existed. Though you wish he would do something about the ache between your legs.

Nikolai finishes signing his papers, slotting them back into the envelope Aleksander had used to transport them here. He tilts his head slightly, and even through the haze clouding your mind you recognise the sound of their bathroom door closing. Nikolai gives you a small smile before he nods up towards the ceiling in the direction of the bathroom.

“Shower’s running upstairs for you.”

It takes a few seconds for you to process his words.

“Oh, thanks.”

Reluctantly, you slide off Aleksander’s lap. Suddenly you had no idea what to say to him. Before Nikolai arrived you had been discussing work and the prospect of dinner. Now, you know what his hands feel like against your bare skin and you fear you will never forget it until you feel it again.

He frowns lightly before he asks,

“Are you free next Tuesday evening?”

“I-” You hadn’t been expecting that. Nevertheless, you nod. “Yes. I am.”

He nods, leaning back in his chair slightly. Eyes fixed resolutely on his face, you don’t dare watch his hand as it lowers into his trouser pocket to retrieve his phone. You don’t want to ponder over whatever effect your position on his lap had had on him.

“I will send you my address now.” Despite your nod, there’s no understanding in your eyes as you watch him scroll through his contacts. When he catches your gaze he breathes out a small huff of a smile before he adds, “For dinner.”

“Oh, right. Yes, of course.”

Taking a step towards the door, you nod again.

“I’ll see you then, I suppose.”

He smiles.

“Until then.”

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Aleksander M Tag List: @nyctophiliiiiaaa @jazmin2211 @wooya1224

BB Characters Tag List: @rachlovesactors @noortsshift @aikeia @weallhaveadestiny @two-unbeatable-beaters

#glitter & gold au #darklina x reader #aleksander morozova x reader x alina starkov #modern au #zoyalai x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #alina starkov x reader #shadow and bone au #shadow and bone x reader

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deanlikeshisangel · 1 year

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he knew the greatness wouldn't last, after all it is the destiny of the stars to collapse

nikolai lantsov's prayer

warnings : none

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a/n : I haven't gotten the chance to read the books yet so this is based on my interpretation of what could happen in the show's storyline. the line ' it's the destiny of the stars to collapse' isn't mine, I read it somewhere long ago and i can't remember where

a silent prayer falls from his lips as he kneels in front of the golden altar of the saints, moonlight seeps in through the rose coloured glass on the windows, casting a haunting glow across his face.

he laughs to himself, he knew the greatness wouldn't last, after all it is the destiny of the stars to collapse. he wonders if his whole life he was just making up for who he was going to be, if all his good deeds were to make up for all the misery he is going to cause. he wonders if his name is still worth remembering.

he used to have stardust in his soul but now he can feel the monster sinking its jaws into his rotting flesh, charring his bones, grinding them to dust. he can feel his soul fading, it's being replaced by dark edged desire. his heart thumps against his ribcage, it's trying to leave too. his brain is turning to sap and his blood burns with unforgiving rage and hatred.

this isn't him, he knows that.

he prays to the saints to just give him just one more day to live, to let him serve his nation, be the king ravka deserves before the sun sets forever. but as always, his whispered prayers are met with deaf ears

so he screams, have I not given everything?

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bladeinthedark · 1 year

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nikolai is a forehead kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear kind of guy

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #sturmhond #sturmhond x reader #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone tv #kos #king of scars #leigh bardugo #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #rule of wolves #alina starkov #row #the darkling

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barbarianbookhoe · 10 months

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I just finished King of Scars and bitches😭

My brain was trying to get used to the mood swings between chapters, like:

I'm going to read Rule of Wolves tomorrow, but I'm shitting rocks

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov imagine #zoyalai #queen zoya #nikolai x zoya #nina zenik #king of scars #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov x reader #genya safin #tolya and tamar #david kostyk #king of ravka #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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Hello Can you do a Poly one with Nikolai & Zoya fic it can be fluff with prompt 6 ? Where the reader has a crush on them

Recipe Box- poly! zoyalai x gn! reader

okay, hi! First ever poly fic of any kind. I've debated writing poly fics before but I've never actually done it so this was next level nervewracking for me and I hope it's decent.

I'm sorry it took me so long to see the requests you've sent in, things get buried in my inbox really quick and this request was no exception for a bit, but dear nonnie, I hope you like this in spite of how long it took me to get this out!

The prompt you requested was fluff prompt six: “Character A wanted me to give this to you,” Character B said.

Fic type- fluff with so much yearning

Warnings- none

You found yourself laughing at Tamar and Tolyas bickering as the three of you moved through the hallways of the Grand Palace, a discussion picking up and dropping in brief moments as the end of the day drew nearer.

The time after the war was tough, the adjustments necessary difficult ones to make and the grief for those you’d lost immense and painful. Nikolai plunged into his kingly duties after he was crowned, Zoya took up the creation and the maintenance of her garden, you took to baking and the twins to sparing to sharpen their already sharp skills.

Tolya and Tamar became members of Nikolais guard, working for him as they’d once worked for Alina and her sun cult. You almost took up a position alongside them, one offered to you by Nikolai after the war, but you refused. Despite it, finding the twins was always easy, striking a conversation with them easier even still.

You’d taken up working in the kitchens, making the menus for the week and putting effort into baking during your off time so that Genya and Zoya could always have the sweet pastries they liked at the drop of a hat and, selfishly, because baking had always been therapeutic for you.

Baking brought you plenty more joy than being on the sea did, but in the days of the war, being on a ship crew meant easy money, and easy money was good enough for you back then, while you worked on the Volkvolny with Nikolai as the captain.

You met Zoya in those times, too, so you wouldn’t’ve counted the war as an entirely dreadful time. You’d fallen for Nikolai when you worked on the ship alongside him, fallen for Zoya as you fought at her side against the Darkling. You had crushes on them for two years, and at that rate, it never seemed like the feelings you held would quite escape you.

So, as you approached the war room with Tamar and Tolya, you were relaxed. It'd been your day off but you'd baked throughout it even still, and you'd dropped a basket of sweet pastries at Genya and Davids door in the hour before you found yourself where you were, with Tamar and Tolya at your sides as you walked them to the war room before you would either head to your room or to the palace library, where you grab a book and spend the next few nights reading.

Nikolai caught sight of you and grinned as you entered the room.

Tamar elbowed you lightly, shooting you a grin as your gaze met one of the people you’d been in love with for what sometimes felt like a thousand days.

“Every time,” she whispered. “Him and Zoya. Every bloody time, and still—fools. The lot of you.”

“Hey,” Nikolai greeted Tolya as you made a point of ignoring Tamars words simply for the fact that you didn’t believe them. “Alls well on the grounds?”

“No threats waiting to jump out and kill you,” Tamar said pointedly. “Grounds sweep was successful.”

Nikolai looked at you again, and seemed to remember something. You watched him pause for a moment before turning, picking up a small box and walking it over to you.

“Zoya wanted me to give this to you,” Nikolai said. “You bake in the kitchens a lot. Said it was recipe boxes with stuff you’d talked about.”

You grinned as you took the box, grin widening as you met his gaze. “Thank you,” you said, turning on your heel. “For delivering it, I suppose. I need to find her, give her my thanks.”

Nikolai nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Tamar, Tolya and I have much to discuss. I don’t know if I’ll see you again tonight, so goodnight, Y/N.”

You grinned. “Goodnight, Nikolai,”

And with that, you left, heart thrumming as you walked down the halls of the Grand Palace, a huge part of you hoping to see Zoya before you retired to your room for the night.

You ended up not seeing her, but you made a mental note to thank her for the very sweet gift when you would see her the following day, at the end of your shift in the kitchens and likely as she sat by a samovar of tea, either chatting with Genya and David or finding something to bicker about with Tolya or Nikolai.

It was something to which you looked forward immensely.

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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you're just creating an army of anon zoya stans i guess so i am humbly requesting... a bit of smut with zoya? <3 <3

Smutty Drabble

A/N: OMG yes I'm so glad! Zoya stans are most welcome <3 and I desperately need to write more zoya x reader smut on here!! Coming right up!

CW: Smut! 18+ plz!

"Come here, pretty girl," you whisper, grabbing Zoya's thighs, pulling her on top of you. She settles in your lap, smiling, then she bends to press a sweet kiss to your lips, hands cupping your face. Your own hands grip her waist, fingers working soothing circles through the thin fabric of her tunic. Her hips start to move, slowly, but enough to make your hold tighten, then slide down to squeeze her full ass.

She gasps, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth. She wraps her lips around it, sucking softly, before she pulls away with a quiet pop.

"I love you," she mutters, and you instantly feel your cheeks redden and your heart begin to pound.

"I love you too, baby," you whisper into her skin, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses onto what's exposed of her chest. She hums, then reaches down, lifting her tunic and pulling it over her head.

With her breasts in your face, you waste no time, closing your lips around a soft, brown nipple. She bites her lip, she moans, she tangles her hands in your hair and pushes you deeper into her chest. Her nipple hardens from the attention, and you pull it gently with your teeth before switching to her other breast.

Again, her chest arches into your mouth, and you bring a hand up to squeeze her breasts, planting red and purple marks across her skin. She giggles while you leave your hickies, then gasps when you pinch her nipples harshly. "Possessive, are we?" she asks, voice laced with lust and desire.

You finally pull off of her chest, looking up and into her blue eyes. She smirks, and you shrug. "You're mine, aren't you, Zoya?"

She rolls her eyes, though it's playful. "You know I am, darling," she says, feigning exasperation.

You place a few more kisses to her chest, then begin working your way up her neck. "I just like to remind you sometimes," then you pull her lips to meet yours, a hand grasping the back of her neck.

You two share a heated kiss before you're pulling away, sitting up and rolling her to sit on the couch. "Gonna let me eat your pretty pussy, baby?" you ask, fingers already working the buttons on her trousers.

She bites her lip and nods furiously, a few whispered "pleases" falling from her lips. She raises her hips to help you pull her pants off of her legs, her panties sliding off, too. You place a kiss to the side of her knee, but before you can begin, she stops you, a hand tugging your hair.

Before you can ask her what she needs, she says, "Take your shirt off, wanna see your tits," and you can't help but snort a laugh at her request, though you do as she says, mumbling about how she's worse than a teenage boy.

When she's satisfied with the sight of you on your knees before her, she shoots you a grin, and spreads her legs.

Her cunt is glistening, her arousal sticking to the dark curls dusting her pussy. You push her thighs farther apart with one hand, and bring the other up to part her lips, your thumb exposing her throbbing clit. She gives a cute little whine, and you smile up at her before blowing cool air over her bundle of nerves.

She gasps, her hips bucking slightly. "Don't play with me, please, need you so bad," and who are you to deny her when she asks so sweetly?

You kitten lick her clit a few times, making eye contact with Zoya as she bites her lip and watches you taste her cunt. She wiggles a bit more, and you place an open mouthed kiss to her mound before beginning to suck on her clit.

"Mmm, right there, fuck," she mumbles, one hand coming to tangle itself in your hair, the other gripping yours where it rests on her thigh. She interlaces your fingers, and you squeeze her hand in appreciation.

After gentle suckling, you move down, licking a stripe to her wet entrance. You dart your tongue in and out, spurred on by her moans and the clenching of her walls. You don't fuck her as fast as you usually would, no. This is about making love.

You pull off of her to ask, "Can you take my fingers, sweetheart?" and you laugh at her rapid nods, the way she wiggles her hips, begging for you to give her more.

You tease her entrance with a middle finger, sliding in just the tip before pulling out. "Please, please," she mumbles, and you give her what she wants, sliding in to the last knuckle. She moans out your name, and you thrust slowly, getting her used to the intrusion before adding your ring finger, too.

"That feel good, baby? Your pussy's so tight," you mumble onto her heat.

"Always feels so good, my love," and then she breaks off into a groan when your pace picks up, lewd squelching sounds filling the room.

You hum with your mouth covering her mound, and her hips start bucking uncontrollably. You can tell by the sounds she's making and the way her cunt is squeezing your fingers that she's close, so you slow your fingers down and pull your mouth off of her to grab her attention.

She looks down at you, pouty and frustrated. Before she can ask you why you stopped, you purse your lips and spit onto her heat. Her eyes go wide and she moans, whimpering when you say, "This pussy belongs to me, Zoya," before resuming your previous pace. She cries out when your lips wrap around her clit again, and it isn't long before her back is arching off the couch and she's crying out as she climaxes.

Her fingers in your hair push you deeper into her cunt, and her hand squeezes yours so hard you think you lose feeling. You work her through her orgasm, gently licking her clit and slowly thrusting your fingers. When she comes down from her high, you pull off and out of her. When she makes eye contact, you make a show of putting your fingers in your mouth and sucking them clean.

"That was so fucking hot," Zoya says, breathless and fucked out. You smirk, shoot her a wink, and rise to your feet. She watches as you pull your pants off, your panties, too. When you stand naked in front of her, she trails her eyes over your entire form, eyes honing in on your cunt.

You climb onto her lap, the same position she'd just been in moments before. But rather than sit across both her legs, you place a knee between her still spread thighs, lowering yourself to straddle her.

Her hands immediately come up to grip your waist, grinning as she realizes what you're about to do. "You gonna ride me, gorgeous?" and you answer her by dipping down to kiss her. She moans into your mouth, hands sliding up to knead your breasts as you slowly begin rocking your hips.

Your cunt is drippy and throbbing, the taste of Zoya's essence still all over your tongue, the memory of her tight cunt spurring your movements on.

You pull back from the kiss, pulling Zoya's bottom lip between your teeth. She tugs on your nipples, pinches and rolls them between her thumb and forefinger. "Saints, baby, feels s'good," you whine, your hips beginning to move faster.

"Yeah, my love, who gets to touch you like this? See you like this?" she asks, pulling her gaze away from your bouncing tits to look up at your face. She looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing she's ever seen, and your heart swells with the overwhelming love and adoration.

"Just you baby, only ever you," and she rewards you by peppering kisses along your chest, sucking a nipple into her mouth and moving her hands down to grip your ass. Your head falls back at the attention, and she starts moving your hips even faster.

You grind down harder, swiveling your hips and panting from the proximity of your orgasm. She releases your nipple with a pop, "You gonna cum for me, angel?"

"Mmmm, fuck, gonna cum, Z," it falls from your lips in a whine, and you gasp when Zoya flexes and raises her thigh, increasing the pressure to your sensitive cunt.

"Give it to me, Y/N, cum for me," she commands, and your body tenses and your eyes squeeze shut as your climax washes over you. You cry out her name, moaning and panting as you ride out your high on her leg. One of her hands continues playing with your breast, the other encouraging your jerky thrusts with a firm grip on your asscheek. When you're whining from the oversensitivity, she runs her hands along your back as you slump forward, falling into her embrace.

After a few seconds catching your breath, you slide off of her leg and sit beside her on the couch. She moves to sit on her side, taking in the sight of you flushed, panting, staring at her like that.

"I love you," she coos, reaching up to brush hair out of your face.

You smile at her and grab her wrist, bringing her hand to your mouth so that you can place a kiss onto her palm. She cups your cheek, and moves in for a cuddle, laying her head on your chest as your arms wrap around her.

"I love you, too, baby. So much," you mumble into her hair, then place a gentle kiss to her forehead.

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