This Deserves So Many More Likes. I Seriously Read This And Was Like I Bet This Has Over A Thousand Likes

this deserves so many more likes. I seriously read this and was like I bet this has over a thousand likes and then when I get to the end there’s only five?? Ahhhhhh this is a masterpiece

don’t blame me, love made me crazy

summary: alina spent her whole life hiding and she is tired of it. when you and aleksander show her what power is, she craves it with every fiber of her being.

warnings: dom/sub dynamics but i don’t think they are explicitly clear (dom!aleksander, switch!reader, sub!alina), crying, clit/pussy slapping, cum play, it’s not choking but there’s a lot of neck grabbing, a bit of hair pulling and finger sucking. oh and a little bit of religious themes??

word count: 4.5k

a/n: *throws this at you* HERE HAVE THIS EVEN THOUGH I HATE IT BUT IT’S THE BEST I COULD DO || this is a slight AU in which alina knew from the beginning she was grisha but, she just didn’t know she was the sun summoner, paired with a corruption arc || *insert warning about not excusing the darkling’s actions this is just fanfiction* || also why did no one tell me how fucking hard it is to write a threesome oh my god || alina is 25, and reader met aleksander a long time ago so she is old || i feel like there are a lot of errors so remember that english isn’t my first language

lapushka: darling

milaya: sweet girl

Sasha: the shortened version of Aleksander

Alina could recall a time when she was able to run and play with other kids, when her body wasn’t too weak, too frail. When she had her mother and father, and she could play all day and climb trees. When she glowed, and her mother smiled brightly and her father hugged her tightly. But then the Fold swallowed them whole, leaving her alone and unable to call her light.

She heard the way everyone talked about Grisha in the Duke’s House, unknowingly talking about her, too. They called them witches, talked about their keftas and their small science with disdain. The word unnatural fell from everyone’s lips, even Mal’s. They regarded them with suspicion and distrust and thought of them as nothing more than obsessive reverents of their leaders, the Darkling and his Moon Summoner.

But she also heard how the boys talked about Grisha women. She heard about how beautiful they were and how they would like to tumble them. But just for the night, then they would leave because they were not worth all the work. They are scary, they would say between laughs.

But they were scary because they were strong and powerful. She once had been that, too.

The day the examiners came she kept a disinterested face, but on the inside, her mind was running wild with possibilities. She wanted to go, wanted to leave the Duke’s house behind and live in the Little Palace. She wanted to be stripped naked of the word otkazat’sya because she was not abandoned, she wasn’t nothing.

But then her eyes caught Mal’s and she saw the glimmer of hope in them. If she left, who would he have? No one. She couldn’t leave him, he was the only friend she had ever made; the person who turned the dark corners of the house into places to play hide and seek and the woods into somewhere they could explore.

If the Duke had been there, he would’ve recognised the look in her eyes and see that woman who stood tall and faced a row of bayonets unflinchingly.

And so, when the Grisha in a red kefta made the cut and she felt something inside her rise, she closed her hand around a piece of glass. Nothing came, and Mal smiled at her almost as brightly as her mother had done that her heart felt warm. It doesn’t matter, she told herself, I have Mal. She smiled back, and never tried to call for her light again.

I can wait, she thought. Her time would come.

—

It came in the shape of a man wrapped in black who commanded shadows and a woman in black and silver who called a light similar to hers.

They took her from the First Army, wrapped her in a kefta and showed her what power could be. What she could be. They taught her how to wield her light, gave her the space she needed to grow and become the best version of herself. They took that girl who shied away from the attention the first time they met in Aleksander’s tent and refused to make her small, forcing her to take up space and command attention. For the first time ever, she felt powerful.

Alina had spent her whole life feeling weak, like a burden. She had always been treated like the glass she had used to keep her powers hidden. “Keep a pencil on your hand,” Ana Kuya had said, “or else someone will put a rifle in it instead.” Because who would think the sickly girl would be strong enough to fight in the front lines and protect her country? They seemed to have forgotten that glass cuts, too.

She was done being powerless, defenceless. She was done being the frail little girl who needed protection. With the first taste of her own light, she became a famished woman, always craving more. More power, more light, always more. And they gave it to her.

That day by the fountain, when you and Aleksander told her the truth, or at least the part of the truth she was missing after so many years of hiding herself, she stayed. She listened to you talk about how the Fjerdans hunted Grisha from one country to another and burned them alive under the disguise of being found guilty on trial, how the Shu experimented on Grisha by cutting them open and taking their organs, how the Kaelish drank their blood and the Kerch made them slaves. Even the Ravkans, who needed them for protection, ostracized them.

No place was safe.

Aleksander explained how he had had a million names and a million different lives. Lanton, Eryk, Leonid. The Black Heretic, Starless Saint, Darkling. Never Aleksander. He told her how he sometimes still feared he would forget it one day. He explained he had met a million different people, never his father. Annika, Sylvi, Lev, Luda. They were all dust now, yet sometimes the side of his head from where Annika had hit him still ached.

He told her he had been hunted by people all his life, that many friends had betrayed him once they learned he was an amplifier. How they all wanted his bones.

You told her how you had escaped Fjerda with nothing but a nightgown and your light to keep you warm. How your father had wanted to burn you himself and had dragged you by the hair through the snow and beaten every inch of skin he could find. How he had hunted you for years after you left, and managed to kidnap you and drag you back to the Ice Court. You also told her how you had melted his eyes with your light and burned him in a pyre.

The two of you had seen your fair share of dead bodies, Grisha’s opened wide with missing organs or their ashes scattered in the unforgiving cold winds of Fjerda. Even though Aleksander had managed to create the Little Palace, a safe heaven for Grisha, they were still only seen as tools for the war.

And Alina understood. When the two of you confessed your true identities, when you told her your plans and showed her the hidden truth underneath the pretty keftas and the glamorous winter fetes, she understood. The war had gone on for too long, all those years of Grisha proving themselves useful just to survive were enough. So when Aleksander told her about Morozova’s stag, the plans to expand the Fold and use it as a weapon so you could rule together, she said yes. She wanted it, wanted to be the Sankta the peasants had started to worship, and she wanted to do it by your side.

The three of you were one and the same. Alina may have wanted to be good a long time ago, but not anymore. Not when you kissed her with so much fire and Aleksander caressed her skin so softly as if he was touching a cloud. Not when your moans echoed through their room and Aleksander traded those soft touches for rough thrusts that were still so loving. Not when, for the first time since she was five years old, she felt like she belonged somewhere. She belonged to someone.

—

The winter fete had ended hours ago, and everything had gone perfectly. Alina wore a special kefta made of black fabric and gold embroidery, a gift from both you and Aleksander. After that day by the fountain, Alina traded the blue kefta for the black one that she had hidden in her closet.

When she first arrived at the Little Palace, she wanted to blend in with everyone else. The looks people gave her made her uncomfortable; they were either full of jealousy or they hid an ulterior motive as they welcomed her to her new home. But now, she no longer wanted to hide in the crowd of Etherealkis, instead, she embraced being the myth everyone whispered about.

Once she took the stage, she called for two bursts of light and moved them all around the darkened room and looked towards you, standing next to Aleksander in front of the stage. When you nodded your head, the small ball of light she held in her hand exploded and filled the room with a white blazing light. Everyone covered their eyes in fear of being blinded, except for you and Aleksander. You were staring straight at her, identical smirks on your faces and a proud glint in your eyes.

Alina felt a shiver go down her spine. It was the same look you gave her when she first showed you the progress she made, the one Aleksander gave her when she said yes to their plans. It was the same look both of you gave her in the privacy of your room as her legs trembled and mouth hanged wide open.

And then the whispers started. Sankta Alina fell from everyone’s mouth as they kneeled in front of her, Alina’s heart pounding against her ribcage as she saw the whole room venerating her. It was an intoxicating feeling, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She wondered if they had any idea of what was truly coming, of what the three most powerful Grisha were planning to do.

When the show finished and the celebration started, Aleksander pulled her to the side of the stage and whispered, “I think a private celebration is in order.” She saw you making your way towards them and nodded excitedly. He took her by the arm and pulled her into the crowd, meeting you halfway. People were offering their congratulations and reaching their hands to touch you, but Aleksander quickly commanded his shadows to cloak the three of you, making you invisible.

She could still hear the people laughing and crying, and as you walked through an empty corridor she could feel your hand on the small of her back as you chuckled “We are going to be gods.” Aleksander’s fingers had a tight grip on her hand as he walked down the hallway. It was lit only by the moonlight, an iridescent and melancholic glow against the marble floors and columns. The ornate gold decorations gleamed, and the dark corners served as a refuge for your longing touches.

—

As soon as you closed the door of your room, Aleksander kissed Alina with newfound fervour as his hands started to unfasten her kefta. The half-burned candles cast a warm glow in the room, your shadows dancing around one another. You left a slew of wet kisses against the side of her neck, “It felt good, didn’t it?” you whispered in her ear, lightly biting its shell. “Seeing them kneel before you? Did you like it, Sankta Alina?”

Alina shivered, “I loved it.” she answered against Aleksander’s lips, and watched as they curled in a dark smirk. “They have no idea what you really are, Sol Koroleva.” His voice was low, “Our little saint is actually a Heretic.” And then he was kissing her again, small shivers of pleasure going down her spine and making her knees weak. She didn’t even realize you had pulled both her kefta and underwear off, so lost in the feeling that was Aleksander’s lips.

Your hands were on her breasts, fingers pinching and flicking her nipples harshly while kissing her jaw and biting her earlobe. Alina moaned, gripping Aleksander’s hair so roughly she elicited a groan out of his mouth. She turned her head around and kissed you needily, one hand going to the back of your neck and pulling you as close as she could with the awkward angle. Aleksander took his kefta off and repeated your actions against the column of her neck. She turned completely around, pressing her body against yours until her naked chest met the rough fabric of your kefta. You unfastened the clasps, throwing it behind you carelessly while her fingers removed your underwear.

Your lips never parting from hers, you walked her back towards the bed and pushed her down. You stood in front of her and softly petted her head, then slowly tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled, forcing her to look you in the eye. Aleksander stood next to you, chest bare as his obsidian eyes looked at the girl kneeling in front of you two. His rough hand grabbed her chin harshly, “Do you want us to kneel for you too, Alina?” the question made her stomach flutter. “You just have to tell us and we’ll do it. Have we ever denied you, lapushka?” You hadn’t. Everything she could have ever possibly wanted you gave it to her.

Alina nodded, her mind too foggy with various scenarios to properly speak. “Say it,” you snapped, grip tightening against her scalp.

“Kneel,” she said breathlessly, eyes wide open as she watched the two most powerful Grisha in existence lower themselves to their knees for her. Just at her simple command.

Your soft hands travelled up her thighs, pushing them in opposite directions so she was open wide for you. You and Aleksander left a trail of wet kisses on the inside of each thigh, the burn of Aleksander’s beard making goosebumps rise all over her skin. It was his fingers that reached her first, spreading her folds to expose her completely. She was glistening, wetness gathered on her slit and sticking everywhere. “Oh, you liked that,” he chuckled, “you liked giving out orders. Do you think you’d make a good General?” he taunted, watching as her head fell back against the mattress.

“I don’t think so, Sasha, she is too messy,” you tsked as your finger traced her slit up and down. Alina whined at your words, her hips slightly bucking at your barely-there touch.

A gasp left her mouth when she felt your tongue against her clit, the pointed tip flicking it up and down before sucking it just right. Then it dived in so deep inside her that the previous gasp was followed by a loud moan. Aleksander pushed two fingers inside her mouth, going as far as they could reach and making her gag, not expecting the intrusion at all.

She sucked on them eagerly, almost using them as a pacifier to control the loud moans you made her let out. There was spit gathering at the sides of her mouth, but she latched one hand around Aleksander’s wrist to keep them there. You sneaked your hands around her waist, pulling her closer as you kept sucking and slightly biting all over her pussy.

Her voice grew louder once again when Aleksander removed his fingers and pushed them inside her with no warning. A choked gasp escaped her, and she shut her eyes tightly as her legs started to tremble. “Ah, ah, don’t close your eyes, lapushka,” he warned, “don’t get shy now, this is what you asked for remember? Look.”

She forced her eyes to open, staring at your flushed cheeks and glistening chin. You maintained eye contact with her, never stopping your movements. Aleksander curled his fingers, and she felt a white heat curling at her toes. She raised her hips in tandem with Aleksander’s fingers, covering your chin in her juices and making your nose bump her clit.

“Are you gonna cum, Alina?” you asked her, head coming up for air as your thumb kept circling her clit. She whined a small “yes”, her hips still rolling and her hands gripping the black silk sheets tightly, creating more creases. She could feel the almost unbearable heat in her stomach, the coil inside her tensing with each touch. “Please, I’m gonna- I- please” she blabbered, consciousness gone as the only thought her brain could register was let go.

“Be a good little saint for us and cum, Alina” said Aleksander, one hand pressing on her stomach to keep her from moving so much. With a sharp pinch from your fingers on her clit, the coil finally snapped and her legs trembled before closing around both of your wrists. Her whole body was humming with electricity. Aleksander, however, never stopped pushing his fingers. She cried out, the overstimulation slightly hurting her, but then he smirked when he saw her hips raising once more in search of another release.

He slapped her clit, her loud cry music to his ears. “What a greedy girl you are, Alina” he sneered, and Alina whimpered.

“I’m not, I’m sorry,” she panted, but it wasn’t the truth. She was greedy for everything the two of you gave her, everything you taught her. And she wasn’t sorry for craving so much, because that’s what you taught her. Take, take, take, every time a bit more until she was satisfied with what she had. But she would never be satisfied, not when her veins were already thrumming with the anticipation of what having Morozova’s stag as an amplifier would do to her. Would she be able to wield merzost?

And Aleksander knew she was lying. “Liar,” he sneered and pushed you off her while shaking his head at Alina in a haughty manner. He raised his glistening fingers in front of you, and you immediately opened your mouth, licking them clean and humming around them. You kept Alina’s release on your tongue, never swallowing it. “You know what to do,” he said as he looked you in the eye, a wicked glint in his dark eyes.

You raised to your feet, climbing over the bed and settling yourself over Alina’s body. You pulled her hair so she was looking up at you with hazy eyes, then used your other hand to squish her cheeks. “Open your mouth, my love” you breathed. Alina did as you said and left her tongue out, already knowing what was coming.

You gathered the spit in your mouth, mixing it with her cum, then slowly let it drip on Alina’s tongue. You heard Aleksander groan behind you, his hands caressing every inch of your body as Alina’s eyes rolled at the taste. A moan escaped her when you squeezed her neck, “Swallow” you ordered.

Alina did as you said without hesitation, her pussy clenching around nothing when you murmured a small ‘good girl’. With a hand on her chest, you pulled her down on the mattress, hips straddling her waist. “I don’t think the Saints were too happy seeing you beg for a Heretic to make you cum,” you murmured in her ear.

You kissed her neck as Aleksander towered over both of your bodies. “Since you were such a selfish girl, Alina,” he said in a low and mocking voice as his hand travelled up and down your spine, “I’m not going to fuck your greedy cunt until you make our little moon cum at least twice with that lying tongue of yours.” All his propriety was gone, exchanging his posh and pretentious words for ones filled with such crass that they would have Queen Tatiana blushing.

You looked at him, eyes glinting in excitement. “Go on, hop on her face, my love.” You followed his command instantly and climbed over her body, eager to have her tongue inside you. You turned so that you were facing Aleksander, and slowly lowered your body so that your pussy was hovering over her mouth, and a needy whine escaped your mouth when you felt the flat of her tongue against your clit.

After positioning you perfectly above her mouth with her arms around your plush thighs, she started to feast. She moved her tongue in and out of you, making sure to stimulate your clit however she could, mainly using her nose as she bumped it while moving her head around trying to get as deep inside you as possible.

That small amount of pleasure after being ignored for so long was enough to make a mess of you, whines and blubbers falling from your mouth. Your hands scrambled all over the air in search of something to hold on to, settling for Aleksander’s. He held them tightly, intertwining your fingers, as he watched you fall apart. His cock was throbbing at the sight and the noises, but he had to wait a little bit longer. He stared at you, drinking in the image of his milaya completely lost in pleasure, the inhibitions that controlled her during the day completely gone for their eyes only.

You couldn’t control your loud cry when she hummed at your taste. Your stomach tightened as you fell into a pile of total ecstasy, your hips slowly rolling against her face as the last trembles of your orgasm went through your body. “Oh so good, my love, so good for me,” you mumbled blearily, ears already feeling stuffed.

Finally, Aleksander positioned himself in between Alina’s open legs, pushing his cock along her dripping folds. He tapped it against her clit a few times, making her whine, and then slowly entered her. She moaned, and it sent vibrations to your pussy. He stayed still for a moment, wanting to push Alina’s limits. Her hips bucked desperately, but he slapped her clit in warning.

“You never learn,” he snarked, “I told you to stop being selfish but you are so focused on yourself you refuse to follow a simple command.”

Alina whimpered, shaking her head as she put two of her fingers in her mouth, covering them in spit before pushing them inside you. Her mouth then focused on your clit, sucking and slobbering all over it. Your hips moved of their accord, already feeling another orgasm building inside you. You looked at Aleksander, and your skin burned at the lewd smirk he gave you. He had started to move slowly but precisely, knowing exactly which spots to hit inside Alina to drive her insane without giving her what she wanted.

Her fingers curled perfectly, and you moaned loudly. “Oh right there! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You said while shaking your head as if she could see you. It was pathetic how whiny you were getting, but you couldn’t help it, you were simply feeling too good. Your thighs started to tremble and then your whole body tensed. Quickly, Aleksander grabbed you by the neck and kissed you sloppily, muffling all of your cries.

As soon as he saw you cum for the second time, he started to move his hips faster. He was going at such a speed the headboard was banging against the headboard, but he didn’t care. He grabbed Alina’s hips tightly, knowing there would surely be bruises tomorrow, and Alina moaned at the image in her head of her body being covered in purple hues. Purple hues made by him.

She clenched around him, and his hips stuttered. “That’s it,” he grunted “Squeezing me like a vice, my love, are you going to cum? Gonna make a mess on my cock, hm?” She just hummed against your pussy. She hadn’t stopped moving her fingers since you came a second time, and you were already trembling in anticipation. It wouldn’t take you too long to come once more, and your walls were gripping her fingers so tightly it was getting harder and harder for her to move them.

The stimulation was getting too much, turning your brain into mush. You weren’t able to form coherent sentences, only whimpers and unintelligible babbles leaving your mouth. Your hands were gripping Aleksander’s shoulders, nails digging crescent moons on his skin and making him hiss in pleasure at the small cuts. You pouted your lips, a silent sign for him to kiss you.

He put a hand on the small of Alina’s back, slightly raising her hips as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours. The new angle made him hit such deep places inside Alina that she cried out in pleasure, her legs around his waist pulling him even closer.

Aleksander’s hips stuttered as he kissed you. It was sloppy and more tongue than teeth, but neither of you cared. Alina grazed your clit with her teeth and that was enough to dissolve you into a sobbing mess, body shaking as it slumped against her sweaty one. Your head rested against one of Alina’s plush thighs, hypnotised by the sight of Aleksander’s glistening cock moving in and out of Alina’s red pussy.

Slowly, you moved your hand so your fingers slightly graced her puffy button. The contrast between Aleksander’s rough and unforgiving thrusts and your delicate touch made her cum with bucking hips and a loud long moan.

Seeing Alina in such unabashed pleasure was enough to make the ball of nerves inside Aleksander explode, and he groaned as he spilt everything he had inside Alina. His body fell forward, his forehead resting against your sweaty back. His chest was heaving, taking deep breaths as he watched Alina sigh happily at the feeling of being full of him.

Slowly he pulled out, watching his cum drip on the black sheets. However, his softening cock twitched one last time when he saw you slurping his cum from Alina’s sensitive pussy, cleaning Alina up in the process and she let out a few more whines as you finished drinking everything you could. You raised your head, showing him your tongue before you swallowed, then smirked at him.

“Fuck,” he said in a low voice. You slowly raised your body and he moved forward, cupping your face and kissing you once more. He groaned in your mouth when he realized he was tasting all three of you at the same time.

While he grabbed the bunched up sheets at the end of the bed, you climbed down from Alina’s body. Your soft palm was splayed against her flushed cheek, turning her face so she was looking at you. Your other hand pushed back the hair that was sticking to her sweaty forehead while whispering praises in her ear.

Aleksander’s body fell next to yours, and you smiled tiredly at him. His thumbs cleaned the already drying tears from your cheeks and you nuzzled your face against his rough palm. Then he looked at Alina, who was resting her head against your chest with an arm slumped across your stomach. She gave him another tiny smile and squeezed his hand, too tired to utter any words.

The two of you watched, entranced, as he used his shadows to blow out the candles. You were so used to seeing him use his powers to intimidate people or command their attention that you basked in these moments when he used them for something so simple.

When he laid back down, he sneaked an arm around your waist. His chest felt warm, and those three wretched words almost fell from his lips, but he swallowed them back. It felt weird, to say it aloud. He spent so long thinking that feelings and love were distractions, a weakness, that it almost felt wrong to say it. But he cared for you and Alina, he cared too much and he hoped you knew.

You did know, so you softly kissed his shoulder and Alina squeezed his hand one more time before the three of you closed your eyes and fell asleep, limbs tangled together.

—

Alina could remember a time when she was scared of the dark, when she learnt that darkness was in fact a place and that there was a person who could command it whenever he wanted. But now, she longed for it and the soft caresses that it hid.

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