#darklina drabble

[burninghoneyatdusk]

#darklina #darklina fanfiction #darklina fanfic #darklina drabble #burninghoneyatdusk #my fics

[nosunwithoutshadow]

Quick fluff ficlet based on the new video with Jessie wearing the Darkling season 2 kefta 💛

Aleksander wakes with the sun, the dregs of sleep fading swiftly as his instincts register something wrong. He’s alone in the bed, the thready pink rays of dawn stretching through the window and across the covers, and it takes him another moment to realize why waking alone in his own bed feels so wrong. The past few months have yet to overwrite centuries of solitude. 

He sits up against the pillows and looks around the room, but he still doesn’t see Alina. A quick tug on the tether reassures him that she’s in no danger, even if he isn’t used to waking before her. Her warmth and scent cling to the sheets in her absence. With a sigh, he pushes himself up from the bed, the morning air cool against his skin. He has no reason to linger without her. 

He washes, then dresses quickly in his typical black shirt, tunic, and trousers, then frowns as he reaches for the kefta he hung up the night before. The fabrikators had made it recently on his request, replacing his usual silver accents with the sun summoner’s gold. He’d taken to wearing it more often than not, and he’s not sure why it isn’t waiting for him this morning. Still frowning, he shrugs on one of his older keftas. Maybe Ivan took it for some reason? He’ll have to ask when they review the day’s schedule. 

Feeling distinctly off balance, he emerges into the war room, and his scattered pieces fall into place. Alina blinks up at him from where she’s curled into one of the chairs along the wall, his new kefta wrapped around her small frame. She smiles up at him and sets the map she’d had stretched out aside. Warmth creeps out from his chest, his little sun summoner working her powers with barely an effort, and he feels a matching smile spread across his own face. She stands, stretching, and he strides across the room to meet her. 

“What are you doing up so early, little thief?” he murmurs as he brings his hand up to rest along the collar of his stolen kefta. His fingers trace their twined embroidered colors, and she leans into his touch. 

“Was thinking of something, had to check, and then I couldn’t get back to sleep,” she says. Her voice breaks on a yawn at the end. 

His other hand finds her waist, pulling her against him. She goes easily and nuzzles the hollow of his neck while her arms rest against his chest, playing with the edge of his open kefta. His throat bobs. He bends his head to brush his lips against the top of her head and the sun-warmed scent of her mixed with his own fills his senses. “You should’ve woken me. I would have helped.” 

She shivers and hums in the back of her throat. He pulls her tighter against him, his body already thrumming with interest. She has him ready with a look anytime, centuries of control worthless against one luminous woman, but the sight of her wrapped in his kefta with their colors has him far more alert than is reasonable for the early hour. 

His hand at her waist drifts lower to the curve of her hip, while the other tugs on the edge of the kefta, keeping her tight against him. “Am I ever getting this back? Or should I ask the durasts to make another?”

She smirks even as she flushes. “I thought you liked seeing me in your color?”

His lips curve. They both know how much he enjoys it. “Very much.” He leans down until his lips brush her ear. “But I like you even better out of it.”

She snorts. He can’t be bothered to regret the cliche when his hand finds the soft warmth of her skin through her nightgown underneath the kefta. “Ivan is going to blame me when you’re late again.”

Aleksander pushes the collar back from her neck to drag his mouth along her jaw. “He can wait,” he murmurs against her skin. “I can only be expected to resist so much temptation.”

“Oh?” she breathes. Her fists tighten in his clothes, keeping him in place as she arches up into him. 

He bends enough to sweep one arm under her legs while the other holds her shoulders. She squeaks and clings to him as he bundles her into his arms, kefta and all, and strides the few steps back to their room. “You wear my colors well, little saint,” he tells her as he takes her back to bed, the first golden beams of sunlight cutting across the dark room. 

“Let me show you.”

#darklina #darklina fic #darklina fanfic #darklina drabble #alarkling

[the-heartlines]

darklina drabble for the darklinaprompt: jump — possessive pirate king + his pretty prisoner

#darklina #shadow and bone #the darkling #alina starkov #my writing #darklina drabble #aleksander morozova #aleksander x alina

[bad-surprise]

California, 1977.

#darklina promptfill #darklina drabble #this is getting expanded but not sure when #super nervous about writing in a fandom other than haladriel

[marvelmusing]

A/N: modern!darklina x reader, soulmate AU, just a small scene, angst with fluff

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“Aleksander? Alina?” The frown at your brows deepens as you observe their identical worried expressions. “What are you doing here?”

Aleksander steps into your apartment, cupping your face with his hands as his dark eyes scour over your features.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

Nodding weakly, you swallow down the ache in your chest and manage a small answer.

“I’m fine.”

He raises a brow at you sternly, knowing instantly that you’re lying. The soulmate bond between the three of you allows them both to feel your emotions, and is undoubtably the reason why they’re here this evening.

Alina rubs her fingers over her collarbones in agitation, wincing slightly and your expression crumbles as you realise that your distressed state has been pushed onto them both.

“Oh Alina, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, tears gathering in your eyes as you reach for her hand to tug her into your apartment. “I didn’t mean to hurt either of you.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Looking down, you breathe out shakily before you say,

“My family knows about us.”

“You told them?”

You shake your head.

“My sister has been making some casual comments to my mom about someone having two soulmates. I think she somehow figured out about the three of us and was testing the waters to see how my parents would react.”

“And?”

“They’re both supportive, like I knew they would be… I wasn’t afraid of telling them. I just wanted to keep it to myself for a while.”

Watching you struggle with your words, fighting down tears, they both wait for you to continue.

“I know I’m overreacting… I’m just angry and upset about it, because it was my choice not to tell them, and now that’s been taken away.”

Alina tugs you into her arms, pressing you firmly against her body as she curls her fingers around the nape of your neck, providing a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re not overreacting,” she insists gently. “Mal told all my friends about Aleksander before I had the chance to. I was furious.”

Aleksander hums in agreement at the memory.

“I genuinely believed I would be arriving at a crime scene when I went looking for Alina that morning.”

Amusement tugs at your heartstrings and for a moment there’s a spark of warmth in your chest, providing some reprieve from the ache there.

Aleksander tucks the two of you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your bodies as he ducks his head down to press a kiss against your temple.

Fidgeting with the drawstring on the hoodie Alina’s wearing - a familiar grey hoodie of Aleksander’s - you still feel rather hollowed by the events of the day.

Despite being encircled by the two of them, you don’t feel overwhelmed. Sinking into Alina’s embrace, you trust Aleksander to hold the two of you upright as you bury yourself further into their arms.

“What do you need from us, love?” Aleksander asks softly, running his hand soothingly over your side.

“Can you stay the night? I don’t want to be alone.”

Alina nudges the back of your neck gently, encouraging you to rest your head against her chest. She leans her chin over the top of your head and you can feel her heartbeat against your cheek.

“You’re not alone. You have us.”

Aleksander tightens his hold, pressing his lips against Alina’s forehead softly before he nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“You’ll always have us.”

#darklina x reader #aleksander morozova x reader x alina starkov #aleksander morozova x reader #alina starkov x reader #darklina au #darklina drabbles

[orlissa]

One Word Writing Prompts: 15. - mask

“I still don’t understand,” Alina mused, playing with the golden mask. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, all delicate filigree and glittering, fake gemstones. “I should really believe that these tiny masks are enough to conceal one’s identity? That when I enter the ballroom wearing this, no-one will know that it’s me?”

“Oh, everyone will know it’s you. Just like everyone, all the lords and ladies of the Ravkan court, all the wealthy and the powerful, will recognize each other.”

“Then what’s the point?”

“The point is that they can pretend not to know who’s behind the mask.”

“Why would they do that?”“So they will have an excuse when they are caught with somebody else’s spouse in a hidden alcove. But don’t you worry, milaya,” he gently placed the golden mask on face, pushing some errant strands of hair away. “I won’t let any hopeful lordling lure you away from my side, mask or not.”

#ask #fanfic #drabble #darklina #shadow and bone

[midwinterspringwrites]

dark was the way (still that voice inside my head)

Rated T | Darklina

She'd known he'd be able and willing to help her, when no one else was.

A triple drabble for @scrapbirdy for Fragments of Sun and Shadow.

Moodboard by me.

Read on AO3.

#my fic #shadow and bone #darklina fanfic #shadow and bone fanfic #darklina #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #triple drabble #aleksander x alina #alina x darkling

[roll-of-royces]

Fedyor/Ivan Drabble

They would most certainly have gone on the same day. I love them so much. Just a little think I wrote up but never put on Ao3.

The house is well lived in, cluttered with dozens of little pieces that tell the story of the men that live here. A portrait over the fireplace mantle, half-skilled and half enthusiasm. A table runner given as a gift, perfectly pressed. Two retired Oprichniki kefta’s that hang proudly on display in the foyer.

A guest bedroom, specifically for their two closest friends, with a large window seat that looks out into a meadow and black silk sheets.

Every item is personally selected, and every item tells a story.

Alina should have known better. Of course they would die on the same day.

The coffin is large, custom made by their finest Durasts. Big enough for two. They wear keftas, threaded with black. An outdated style now, but it had seemed fitting.

She is melancholy, and though they are not the first, they feel the hardest.

Aleksander hovers at her side, never removing his hand from the curve of her back. His presence is constant, consuming. A needed reminder.

Look at the way I do not age. Look at the way I will never leave you.

Alina looks up at him with a teary eyed smile. “Did I ever tell you about the time ... “

#ivan x fedyor #fedyor kaminsky #shadow and bone #darklina #fanfiction drabble

[starlessmei]

True

He looks at Alina, and a low sob escapes from his throat. His Sun Summoner isn't a Sun Summoner anymore. But he finds that isn't the thing that really startles him. No, her pain, vivid on her features, the tears sliding down her cheeks, and her screams—that's the thing that breaks something inside him.

Yes, she's not his Sun Summoner anymore, but she's still his Alina. She will always be his Alina, whether she likes it or not.

Well, she got what she wanted, right? She always wanted to be normal, mortal, like everyone else. Now she is. Yet he was alone in the world again. Alone to live forever.

He sees she's grabbing the knife she used to stab Oretsev, and he smiles. He can't help himself but think his time has come. He doesn't want to live forever alone; he doesn't want to live without Alina. He had lived a long, too long life. Enough is enough. It was fitting that she was the one to end his life since she was the one to make him feel alive in many years. 

She’s crying, more hysterically, now that she’s walking toward him with the knife. She’s weak and mournful, for herself as well as for him; he’s sure of it. He could outrun her—it would be so easy. Fight her, maybe kill her, and run for his life. Hide for a few years while he thinks of a new plan. It would be so easy, but it’s not what he wants. It won’t make her stay with him. He’s at peace with dying by her hands; if someone deserves to kill him, it’s her.

The chaos of the war around them blurs in the background as she’s standing in front of him. He looks at the knife and then at her pain-filled gaze, her white hair blowing in the wind. He wants to remember every feature on her face, every wrinkle and stain, every shade of her hair and skin—he wants to carry her with him to the next world. Carry her in his old, rusty heart for eternity.

“Will you mourn me?” he asks with a smile. It’s the only thing that matters to him. 

She comes even closer to him, barely an inch separating them now. He can see every thought that passes through her mind; he can feel her hot breath on his face. Her sobbing increases, and she breaks, leaning her forehead on his chest. Her tears cause wet stains on his kefta, not that it matters. She whispers against his still-warm body, her words barely audible. 

“Every day, every second,” she promises, and his smile widens. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly. He kisses the top of her hair lovingly and hopes she could stay in his arms. She has already lost so much—she’s in so much pain and he feels it through what was once their tether but now is only his affection for her.

Her hand that holds the knife is at her side, but with the other, she hugs him back. 

“It’s okay, my love. Do what you must; I understand.” A high-pitched wail escapes from her throat and is muffled by his kefta. She pulls back just a little so that she can look at his face, and he tries to make his smile reassuring. To make it easier for her. Her eyes are puffy and red, a steady stream of tears sliding down her beautiful face. She will always be beautiful to him. 

“Is it the truth? Do you love me?” her voice is suddenly steady, her eyes hopeful even though she is about to kill him. Even though she is about to finish all chances for him to say it every day, every second, of their lives. 

He nods and wraps his arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer to him. “Of course I love you; I have loved you since you told me you’re hilarious on our first journey to the Little Palace.” 

“You’re not just saying that, so you think I’ll spare your life, right?” 

He wipes the few tears from her face with his thumb and cups her face. “I know I’m about to die; I don’t want you to spare my life. Me loving you is the greatest truth that I’ve ever told.” He leans his forehead against her, appreciating the last few moments of sharing his life with her. “I have nothing left to lose, Alina. I have already lost you. I’m ready to die.” 

“And you love me even now? Even when I’m… I’m no longer valuable?” she starts shaking and closes her eyes in pain. 

“You are more than your light, Alina. You carry it with you in your eyes, in your mind, but you’ll always be more than your light, and I love you for who you are.” A new stream of tears implodes from her eyes, and she raises her head to kiss him. It’s all-consuming and powerful, and at the same time makes him feel powerless. He would give everything to have more of her lips, more of her warmth, but if it’s the last kiss—he’ll make the most of it. 

He savors her taste, savors the drops of saltiness from her tears, savors the feeling of the beating heart that echos in his ears. But most of all—he savors her love. Savors the way she feels in his arms, and he knows that she wants it to last forever, just like he does. 

And then the pain appears, blinded by its force, making him gasp right into her mouth. She still kisses him even as she buries the knife deep in his abdomen. Even though she sobs and falls apart, she lies him gently on the ground as she kisses him, and stays on her knees beside his bleeding body. 

She breaks the kiss after long moments and moves her head to look at the dripping wound, but he doesn’t let her. He still holds her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes—to see that he doesn’t blame her, that he still loves her. 

“I love you, too,” she whispers and sobs. “I’m so sorry; I had to do it.” She puts her hand next to the wound, and Aleksander understands. She didn’t stab his heart; as she probably should have if she wanted to kill him. It’s in his lower abdomen, and it fucking hurts, but there’s a fair chance he might live. He looks at her, surprised, and suddenly she smiles—it’s the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. 

She looks worryingly around her, as though she only just now remembers where she is and leans forward to whisper in his ear. For the first time since she lost her powers, she stops crying. “I’ll send a healer I trust soon, but you need to pretend for now. Can you do that for me?” 

He blinks a few times, processing her words and ignoring the pain. He can’t believe she has done that; he doesn’t know what to feel but is glad he can still stare at her face and memorize her delicate features. “Of course, milaya,” he whispers and takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes, pretending, as she asks, and hears her giggle. 

She kisses his lips softly, and he can feel her smile against them. “I’ll come to find you, and then it will be just us. Will you wait for me?” He inhales her scent and kisses her back, just barely, just softly, so no one might notice. 

“Always.”

#drabble #shadow and bone #fic prompt #fanfic #darkling #darklina #alina x aleksander #alina starkov #ruin and rising

[kumeko]

Prompt: Dec 18 // in my chaotic heart of darkness

A/N: Why is it so hard to find good quality screenshots of the show? ☹ I love how messy these two are, the tragedy in her meeting him just too late to change his path and how he’s a warning of just what she could become if she’d experienced what he had.

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Alina’s eyes are guileless as she stands next to Kirigan. It is something that fascinates him to no end—despite all that she’s experienced, despite all of her losses, there is something utterly naïve and hopeful in the way she behaves. In the way she looks at him.

In the way she views hatred.

“There’s so much to do,” Alina murmurs as she leans forward. The strategy table is large enough to fill his study, small models scattered on the world map to indicate armies and obstacles. Her fingers brush a soldier’s token before moving toward the structure representing the Fold.

“There always is,” Kirigan replies quietly, more than content to watch her as she tries to find the end to centuries of hate. The steps she’s taking are ones he’s taken himself. It’s like watching a mirror at times, a memory of simpler times when love was enough. Time had not yet tempered her into realizing otherwise.

Part of him hopes that it never does.

The rest of him is certain she’s strong enough to handle the ugly truth of their world.

“I know, it’s just…” Alina chuckles awkwardly, gesturing at the soldiers. “I’ve seen this all firsthand but it’s something else to see it like this. The world’s so big and yet…so small.” She touches the Fold and knocks the structure over. “If only that were gone. At least then we’d be working together instead of apart.”

“If only,” he repeats. But the world isn’t that kind. More than anyone else, he knows just how cruel people can be. They were hunting Grisha long before the fold came up and they will hunt them long after it goes down. ‘The Heretic’ is just the latest face to their hatred. “But somehow, I do not think it will be that easy.”

“No, but…we have to try, right?” Alina looks up at him again, that guileless smile once more. There are no secrets in her eyes, no dark intentions behind her actions. She is transparent, her heart on her sleeve, an open book he can read at leisure.

“Yes, we have to,” Kirigan replies softly, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. There is no need for this action, this response, but he does it anyway. There is no need for him to spill memory after memory, to dig into the depths of his past and talk about Alek the boy, and yet he’s told her about a time he had long wished to forget. 

It’s her eyes, he thinks. It’s the only explanation he has for why it takes a look, a question, a smile and he’s no longer Kirigan but Aleksander. Her light illuminates his shadows, drawing into the spotlight all the things he’d regulated to the dark. Perhaps it is her powers, but perhaps it is Alina herself. Alina and those eyes that look at him as though he is the hero he wishes he could be.

She steps closer, her other hand reaching up to cup his jaw. “Together.” Alina squeezes their still joined hands and leans forward, her lips brushing his. “You’re not alone, after all.”

Her skin is warm. If only he could see the world through her eyes. Hope stirs within him, a feeling he has not had in eons.

“I’m not,” he agrees, closing the gap between them. “Not anymore.”

#darklina #the darkling #general kirigan #alexander morozova #alina starkov #shadow and bone #can this guy have only one name please #he is like half the tags #sir you didn't need that many names #drabble #will i write something bigger than a drabble for this series #only time will tell

[goldcranes]

darklina drabble in response to this prompt by darklinambs on twitter

#darklina #drabble

[darklinaserver]

Welcome to the Darklina Server’s next event: March Mania!

For the month of March, we’re doing a fun competition to create some amazing fanworks & see how many each ‘team’ can gather, with themes running the gamut of the Grishaverse. Anyone who loves Darklina can participate!

Rules:

Each creation MUST use the TOPIC of the team card and one of the secondary elements. For instance, a work supporting Fated Red must feature desire or lust, and either a motif of the color red or the topic of fate. A work for Imperial Purple must feature two thrones, and either a motif of the color purple or a throne room. You are welcome to use every component on the team card as part of the piece you make!

You can enter as many times as you want, for as many different teams as you choose. You aren't locked into a single team!

If posting to AO3, MUST be submitted to the collection by 11:59 PM, March 30th, 2024, Eastern Standard Time

The winning ‘team’ will be determined by how many creations each team has accrued during the month of March. All the fanworks for the winning team will have a special feature on our blog here

FAQ

Yes! You can enter as many fanworks as you want!

Yes! You can hop from team to team! You can switch it up for each fanwork

Yes! You can use the same topic or team over and over. You do not have to switch it up for each fanwork

Yes! Off-server fans can enter their works into the event as well!

Yes! You can submit a single entry to two teams IF it satisfies requirements for both teams. Example, if you are making something for Ravkan Blue and Os Alta Black, you MUST feature both a corruption arc and politics, but better.

Yes! You can make artwork, gifsets, moodboards, playlists, poems, drabbles, full blown novels, etc for this event! The more the merrier!

Yes! A visual creator may use a fic posted for this event as inspiration for their own creation!

Yes! You can start submitting starting March 1st!

Yes! You can collaborate and co-create with others for this event; however, if your group only uploads one work that only counts as one entry

Yes! You can make multi-chapter works for this which feature multiple teams, but you MUST add each team you’re supporting to the tags. If you do not add the team to the tags, some of your team entries may not be counted.

TAGS AND COLLECTIONS

Collection link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/DarklinaServerMarchMania2024/profile

Tags: Darklina Server March Mania 2024 ; DarklinaMarchMania2024 ; Team Os Alta Black ; Team Imperial Purple ; Team Ravkan Blue ; Team Elizaveta Green ; Team Shu Han Gold ; Team Fated Red ; Team Ketterdam Brown

Team Requirement Plain Text:

Os Alta Black Topic: Corruption Arc Secondary Element: Black motif or Os Alta

Imperial Purple Topic: Two Thrones on that Dais Secondary Element: Purple motif or Throne Room

Ravkan Blue Topic: Politics, but Better Secondary Element: Blue motif or Ravka

Elizaveta Green Topic: Back to Life Secondary Element: Green motif or the Saints

Shu Han Gold Topic: Alina's Heritage Secondary Element: Gold motif or Shu Han

Fated Red Topic: Desire or Lust Secondary Element: Red motif or Fate

Ketterdam Brown Topic: Money, Crime, Betrayal Secondary Element: Brown motif or Ketterdam

#darklina #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #the darkling #shadow and bone #grishaverse #events #marchmania #DarklinaMarchMania2024

[bearholdingashark]

@midwinterspringwrites and @scrapbirdy I were talking about LJ prompt wars and how fun short Drabble/ficlet prompt fills can be, and so I put together an ao3 Darklina prompt meme collection for anyone to submit prompts and/or fill them! There’s no timeline or dates, it will just be open and no min/max wc! (I sat down to fill one with a Drabble and ended up with 1k words so whatever works 😅) This is meant to be low key and fun!

There’s already some prompts in there but we’d love to see more!! 🥰

#Darklina #Shadow and Bone #Alina Starkov #The Darkling #Aleksander Morozova

[katherineholmes]

Masterlist

Hello, this is Visions in Crimson, you can simply call me Vis or whatever nickname catches your fancy (I love nicknames 😅). I am twenty five, but generally behave like a kid in a candy store. And I use a lot of emojis everywhere.

Anyway, I decided to make a Masterlist of my works - because why not 🤷🏽‍♀️ and I hope y’all enjoy it! (Some of these contain triggering topics, please see the tags before you start reading).

The Vampire Diaries

Fanfiction

Klena:

Irresistible

Make It Holy

Would It Be A Sin with @sevensistersofsussex

Wedding AU (Being developed)

Elejah:

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Klaus/Elena/Elijah:

The Monsters In Her Heart

A Little Wicked (with @amandamonroe)

Short Stories

Kolena:

Difference

Elejah:

Cosmic Love

Klena:

I See You (From The Shadows)

Let’s Start Some Rumours with @amandamonroe

She’s A Special Girl

The Wolf

One Shots

Klaus/Elena/Elijah:

The Monster In Her Head

Klena:

Slow Dance With The Devil

What’s Love (Got To Do With It)

I Hate You, I Love You

Unholy

Painted Red And Purple

Monsters

The Violent Delights (Have Violent Ends)

Elejah:

You’ve Put A Spell On Me

Heart And Soul

Devastation

In The End (It Will Be Just Us)

Miscellaneous:

Jackson Square - Klamille

Addicted - Klefan

A New Deal - Klonnie

The House of The Dragon

Fanfiction

Lucemond:

Fireplace Ashes

Through His Good Eye

Stained Scarlet

Daemyra:

Dynasty

Young And Beautiful

One Shots

Time After Time - Daemyra

Enemy - Daemond

The Great War - Daemyra

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Fanfiction:

Saving You, Saving Me

One Shots:

The Night Changes - Kate/Yelena

Pod Of Whales - Steve/Tony

You Can’t Run (Or Hide) - Steve/Reader

Be Mine For Now (Or Forever) -Steve/Bucky

Late Night Needs - Steve/Bucky

Your Scars Are Mine - Steve/Bucky

Shadow and Bone

Fanfiction:

Dark Paradise - Darklina

Harry Potter

Drabbles:

The Eve

3:07

Petrichor

Suits (TV Show)

Tender Is The Night - Harvey/Mike

Prompts Invited:

I am now accepting prompts, do check the specifics here.

#masterlist #klena #klaulena #elejah #kolena #darklina #daemyra #lucemond #marvey #stucky #stony #minors dni

[marvelmusing]

Illicit Affairs

Warnings [18+]: Alina x Fem!Reader (hint of darklina x reader), modern au, fingering, cuckolding vibes (dom!alina and switch!aleksander)

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“Alina,” you breathe out harshly, biting down on your lower lip to suppress a moan.

Anxiety and arousal prickle over your skin almost painfully as the pleasure you’re feeling overpowers the fear of being caught in public like this. In all honesty, you aren’t certain how this had started.

All you know is that Alina is now curling her fingers inside you, splitting you open as you rock your hips, chasing each thrust of her hand. Somewhere along the line, she had pressed her thigh between yours, keeping you pinned against the wall of the empty corridor.

Anyone could see the two of you. Colleagues of yours that you will have to see every single day after this. She had pushed your skirt up to your waist. The place she had chosen was only around the corner from the office of your boss - her husband. The thought of Aleksander makes you clench around her fingers and you whimper.

“Come on,” she hisses as if she’s frustrated with your body for depriving her of the chance to see you orgasm against her thigh.

Her words play over in a loop in your mind as you bounce desperately against her body, willing yourself to climax quickly.

Come on, come on, come on.

“Please, please, please,” you whisper.

Nails scraping against the wall behind you, the crown of your head thuds backwards. The slick sound of your arousal has your face burning with embarrassment. Pleasure swirls in your stomach. Cunt clinging desperately to her digits as you succumb to your orgasm, toppling over the edge of pleasure.

She hums in satisfaction, smearing her arousal-soaked fingers over each of your bare thighs before pulling your tights back up into place. Beneath the fabric, your cunt is still quivering and tears prickle in your eyes as she smooths down your skirt.

Alina winks at you, then turns and heads towards Aleksander’s office. For a long moment, you remain standing in the corridor, leaning heavily against the wall as the remainder of your orgasm lingers through your veins.

Nerves begin to gnaw in your stomach when you return to your desk with Alina nowhere in sight. Plucking a pile of papers from your desk, you knock on Aleksander’s door and open it after a brief pause.

He frowns when you enter, a lone strand of hair hanging over the creases on his forehead. Alina is perched on the arm of his chair and her dark eyes sparkle with mirth at the sight of you walking on shaky legs.

“Where have you been?” he asks. “Alina said she was waiting outside my office because you weren’t at your desk.”

“I was just collecting the reports from David. I’m sorry, sir.”

Before he can acknowledge your apology, Alina smiles as sweet as sugar.

“It’s okay, honey.” Your stomach flips at the petname. “You can take your lunch break now if you’d like.” She brushes the lock of hair from his forehead, smoothing it back into his usual style as she grins. “Mr Morozova is going to occupied for a little while.”

Nodding quickly, your throat bobs as you swallow hard and the dark look in Aleksander’s eyes goes unnoticed by you as you keep your gaze lowered.

“Yes ma’am.”

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[orlissa]

Writing prompt number two: honey (for Darklina please)

“You don’t have to do this,” she murmurs, desire battling decorum within her. She can still hear Ana Kuya’s voice in her head, ringing loud and clear: Decent women endure, not enjoy. Virtuous women lay back and think of the saints. Respectable women definitely don’t do… this. She bites her lip, looking down at him, settled between her thighs.

“I don’t?” he drawls, a note of amusement in his voice, the corner of his mouth lifted in a mischievous smirk. It becomes him.

“If… if you don’t want to.”

His large hand on her bare thigh, he caresses her skin, moving slowly up, up and inside, until she shivers with anticipation.“But Alinochka… Why wouldn’t I want to,” he opens her legs wider, leaning in, “when you’re sweet like honey?”

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