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Is it true that I saw a fancast of Daniel Sharman as Nikolai!!!!!!!

Kaz Brekker smut on the way! I will be respecting his touch aversion, so y/n and Kaz will have been in a relationship for a year and a half and have been actively working on helping him through his fears. It's not gonna be like spanking or biting, since it is his first time, so expect a lot of fluff and wholesomeness.

Kaz Brekkers First Time

Kaz Brekker x fem! reader

Smut!! Oral (fem receiving), penetration

Kaz never thought much about sex.

Even during the course if your relationship, he didn't think much on it. You respected his boundaries and even when he wanted to move forward with the little things, you reassured him that he never had to go outside his comfort zone.

But little by little, you both worked up to holding hands. Kaz had noticed the couples or hookups leaving the Crow Club with their hands intertwined, and although it didn't seem like a big deal, it was very intimate for him. Never letting someone go, physically or mentally, started with holding eachothers hands. He let you know he wanted to try one day and he immediately went in to grab your hand, trying to force himself to be a good boyfriend for you.

To be a good enough man.

But you felt him shaking, trying to ignore his own trauma, and immediately let him go. You didn't have to be a Heartrender to feel that he was extremely uncomfortable, so throughout the day, you would brush your hand against his or even hold eachothers pinky. By the end of the week, he found enough courage to intertwine your hands and it made him feel warm inside.

It was normal for you to be in your pajamas around him, but it was one particular night that Kaz felt. . .strange.

You came into his office wearing a robe, just a nighttime robe, and grabbed a few things before leaving but it had an effect on him. He noticed the small water droplets that fell from your hair and onto your plump breasts, sliding in between to who knows where. Yes, it was for a few seconds, but that's when he started to think about it.

And that was five months ago.

Kaz only took notice that maybe you missed sex to when he overheard a conversation between you and Jesper.

"You've never cum?!"

"Jesper, ssh!" You giggled.

"I mean, no, not really. Look, he was fine, but he never really asked if I came or not. It just ended when he did," You shrugged, referring to your ex boyfriend.

The very thought of you, an actual goddess, having to put up with a man who didn't even have the audacity to ask if it was good for you too, made Kaz angry. But, it also made him determined.

It was the winding down in the Crow Club, and you decided to say goodnight to the crew before joining your boyfriend.

"Kaz-" You stopped by his office but immediately saw that he wasn't there.

Which was very unusual for the Bastard of the Barrel.

You lingered for a moment before continuing to your shared room. You opened the door to a few more candles than usual, and that's when you spotted your boyfriend.

"Kaz, what-what is all this?" You asked, noticing the trail of rose petals and despite the candles, it was dimly lit and it felt cozy and warm.

"I love you, my darling. More than the world itself," You blushed, never having heard such daring words from his lips as he brought up your hand to them. You felt warm as his bright blue eyes lingered on you.

"I love you too, Kaz."

"I overheard your conversation with Jesper a few nights ago. It did make me upset that such a man could live with himself after what he has done," You were confused for a moment but it hit you and you felt embarrassed. How does one bring that up in conversation with your boyfriend?

"Or, rather what he hasn't done."

"How does one bring that up in conversation? Are you upset? I'm sorry I didn't tell you-"

"If anyone should be upset, it's you," He cut you off.

"Why?"

"I. . .I've found myself wondering about sex, and I want to do that with you. I want you to tell me where you feel good, where you want to be touched, and the fact that he thought you were fine is appalling."

"Kaz, communication goes both ways. It was also my fault for not telling him," You confessed.

"But, you want to move forward with this? Are you sure it's not too soon?" You asked, out of respect for his touch aversion but once you met his eyes, you felt yourself grow hot. He's a respectful man, but you could see the clear love and lust within his eyes. And you wondered how long he had been looking at you that way.

"I'm sure."

"Okay. If you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, just tell me. I don't want your first time to be out of pressure," You reassured him, and he slowly nodded before dipping in and capturing your lips in his own.

You've had small pecks before with Kaz, but this was definitely different. His lips were slightly chapped, which you didn't mind as he applied a bit more pressure into the kiss and his hands wandered to your waist. Testing the waters, your hands ghosted his shirt before you pulled back for air but he didn't want your lips to leave his. He felt himself growing hot and your lips tasted like the sweets you were eating earlier, so he dove right back in.

He felt like his heart was going to burst from excitement. Both in his chest and down there.

Thank God he closed the curtains.

He felt needy, and the growing election his pants wasn't helping. He started to remove his shirt, and you pulled away to help undo the buttons. Your eyes slightly widened at his already growing erection and hurried the pace. It was only when his shirt was finally off that you knew that it wasn't going to be just a hug.

You were both going to be nude, sweaty, and closer than ever.

"Do you still want this?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to undress me?" You offered.

He started undoing your buttons, feeling nervous at how you may see him now. Did you think he was too skinny? Or too big? Did you even want to have sex, or were you just doing this because he wanted-

His train of negative thoughts stopped when he realized that you weren't wearing a bra. You slowly slipped off the remainder of your dress, and he let out a shaky breath as he looked at the goddess before him.

"What do you thi-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, smashing his lips deliciously into yours. You moaned at the contact because his erect member was still poking through his trousers, and you felt it against your heat.

His lips started to make their way down your neck, placing small pecks as he went down, and you felt yourself growing wetter against him.

You didn't want to push him, so you began to rub your thighs together to create some kind of friction as he decided to lead you to the bed and you collapsed into the sheets.

"I want to explore every inch of you. I want to taste you," He admitted shamefully.

"May I?"

"Yes, please, Kaz," You replied, needing some kind of release as he lowered himself and began placing kisses down your body. Curious, and unexpectedly making you even more wet, he poked his tongue out at your nipple and you bit your lip to hide your embarrassing sounds. He began to swirl his tongue around it, earning a moan from you as you gripped the sheets.

And he liked hearing these sounds from you, knowing that it was him making you feel this way. He went to toy with the other when he finally noticed that his hands were still covered by his gloves.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to," He cut you off, "I want to feel all of you."

He slowly took off his gloves, releasing a part of him that felt safe in them but also yearning to feel the women beneath him. And knew that gloves can't replicate the way real skin can feel like.

His hands ghosted your curve, lightly touching you before kissing back down you, and finally making his way to your heat. You only now recognized what he wanted to do, and felt excited but also nervous. Your ex never wanted to do anything like this, so you wondered how it would feel.

Kaz stared, not because he was disgusted, but because he saw how he effected you. You were really wet, all because of him, and he wondered how many times you felt that way and had to use other methods to get your release. He finally stopped waiting and his tongue licked a strip of you, and his eyes darted up to see your reaction.

You immediately let out a breathy moan, but knew that him continuing that wouldn't complain satisfy you.

"Kaz, can I. . .guide you?" You asked carefully, reaching for his head and looking at him.

"I want to make you feel good. Show me," He spoke confidently, and you gently grabbed a small chunk of his hair and guided him to your hole and your clit.

"You can. . .lick smaller, or rub me there-" Your mouth formed in an "o" when he immediately took your advice, and his thumb started to gently rub your clit.

"J-just like that. Yes."

You started breathing heavily from this, and it only got better. His tongue started to work wonders, darting in and out of your hole and he felt so good. He started to rub himself against the bed, his cock staining his pants with precum as he watched you squirm.

"Ye-yes, don't stop," You breathed out as he started to rub faster, and your grip on his head became harder.

"Shit. Oh fu-fuck, Kaz."

"Am I making you feel good, darling?" He questioned.

"Fuck yes, Kaz. I feel so fucking good."

He continued this, wanting to keep tasting you and tasting you forever. The noises of his tongue and your moans only made him harder, if that was possible.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum," You whimpered, feeling something in the pit of your stomach as his tongue went faster in you and deeper.

"Cum in my mouth," He said huskily as your moans only got louder and after a few moments, you felt it all let go. You tried catching your breath as his tongue cleaned you up, still swiping against your sensitive bud.

He sat up, watching you catch your breath and come down from your high as he started to unbuckle his pants. His cock finally sprang forth, the tip pink and irritated and he so desperately wanted to feel you. He crawled over you, and gently kissed you.

"Do you still want this?" He asked.

"I need you inside me, Kaz. Please," He felt an immediate boost in confidence when you pleaded to feel him, and he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly going in. His head buried itself in your neck as he felt you clench around him, being tight yet so warm and wet for him.

He slowly started to rock his hips against yours, savoring how he felt inside of you and he looked at your face. Your face was in conplete euphoria, and he planted a loving kiss upon your lips. Feeling this close to you without shaking or overthinking anything made him so happy, and he always wanted to feel this way with you.

"I love you," Kaz whispered as he started to go faster.

"I love you too," You could barely get those three words out before a broken moan escaped your lips, and your legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed in harder and went in deeper.

But, he felt close.

Dangerously close.

You didn't expect him to completely make him his first time, but he felt embarrassed that he may look immature. But he couldn't stop himself.

"I-I'm going to cum-" He stuttered out.

"Cum inside me," Although you didn't explicitly mention how fast he was cumming, he still felt embarrassed as he let out a broken moan and then rested ontop of you.

"I'm sorry-"

"No. Don't apologize, Kaz," You told him, stroking his hair.

"It's your first time. No one's meant to last more than atleast five minutes, and you made me feel good. I love you," You held his face in your hands before giving him a slow kiss as he got himself out of you.

"Now, we need to shower."

"We did sweat quite a lot," He chuckled, and you felt overjoyed as a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Of course, love."

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"Kaz, do not give me that look."

"What look?"

"Do not touch me. Nik, do not-"

It was like he knew my body more than I did. Every step I took back from him, he took two more forward. Every second I stared at him, he spent hundreds more looking at me. Even now, with my back against the wall, his arm pulled me flush against his chest, and all I wanted - all I desired was to fall into him.

"Look at me," He said, his voice barely above a whisper as our foreheads were pressed together and our lips inches apart.

"Look at me, please," His voice pleaded. How did it come to this? How could I, a lowly Grisha, have managed to get the Prince Nikolai Lantsov, to be begging just for me to look at him?

My eyes slowly opened, meeting his intense and needy gaze. I could tell that he wanted to do was kiss me, to taste the cherries on my lips, but he restrained himself.

"We cannot be doing this," I let out, "you are engaged to Alina."

"I burn for you," He breathed out, his eyes burning into my own all of the emotions he held in for me.

"I spend every moment of every day wondering if you think of me. I search any room I enter in hopes of seeing a glimpse of your smile. You bring me to my knees at the very thought of you," He expressed.

"I would spend everyday running from my duties if it meant getting to kiss you one more time. So please, let me kiss you."

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If I get enough likes and comments, this could be a fanfic when summer starts

Nikolai Lantsov spicy headcannons

- Nikolai knows that he was born the second son, the bastard, and he had no chances of ever being King

- So he made his ventures elsewhere and proved himself in other ways, especially in the bedroom

- He knows how to get you riled up before bed, whispering in your ear, his hand on your thigh during a meeting and slowly trailing upwards

- and when you mumble to him that you're in public, he says "I can't help it, love, you're fun to mess with"

- this man eats pussy like it's a fucking competition

- and he's the only one competing. Against who? Himself

- his hands gripping your thighs as they shake, your head thrown back, your back ARCHING-

- even after you've orgasmed, his tongue is relentless to get you screaming his name all over again

- "your thighs are shaking so much, love," He says with a grin, keeling your legs apart as he presses soft kisses against your skin

- he doesn't enjoy quickies because he relishes being inside of you

- he wants to take his time with you, draw his hands over ever inch and memorize every little thing that makes you say his name and his name only

- "shit, just like that" "fuck, you're so wet" "you feel so fucking good"

- he loves whispering in your ear as he pounds into you and your nails along his back only encourage him

- afterwards, he always keeps a cloth and water bowl by the bed to clean you both up and kiss your forehead, lips, stomach, thighs

- especially the thighs cuz there's usually always bruises the next day

- and he cannot wait until the day is over so he can toss away his crown, pick you up, and lay you down so he can do it all over again

Beauty and the Beast ~ Darkling/Aleksander

One, two, three, four

*Baby crying*

Y/N: Your daughters awake Nikolai.

Nikolai: Why is she always my daughter?

Y/N: Because, somehow, you always manage to get her back to sleep ten times faster then I can.

Y/N: Give her a kiss from me.

Nikolai: You'll have to give me one to give to her.

Y/N: *Grins and kisses him*

0 | Prologue

PAIRING: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x OC

WARNINGS: blood, violance, angst, hurt, paranoia, hinting at death, anxiety, panic attack, threatening, persecution

WORD COUNT: 1K

Masterlist      Dark Blood and Light Masterlist

PREVIOUS . 0 | PROLOGUE . NEXT

Running, a term awfully familiar to the fleeing shadow. She knew this could mean her end and she was on her own.

No one helping. No one to cling to in her last moments. No one that would mourn over the person running in the dark.

Bare feet were hurting as the ginger-haired woman ran through the deep gloomy forest, her eyes constantly searching left to right, desperately trying to find a way to escape the unavoidable. Leaves scrunched beneath her, and the raw feeling of the snowy earth send shivers down her spine.

Regrettably, caring about such insignificant things were the least of her worries as the sound of clapping horse hooves was getting louder and louder.

The young woman knew looking back towards her followers would seal her fate, not only for her but so many others.

Escaping them seemed to be impossible, every turn she took only bought them closer. An indescribable pain ran through her left thigh, but she could not stop now, she was so close. Only a little bit further and she would have escaped them.

Dark red liquid poured down into the pure snow and her footprints, leaving a trail as she kept on limping towards her freedom.

Without warning her feet buckled under her weight. The sole thing the woman could feel, as she tumbled down the hard forest ground, were the branches pulling at her hair, scratching her and the small bork pieces that kept sinking into her tender flesh.

The ginger-haired woman’s kind eyes felt heavy, the blood loss and constant running finally taking its toll.

But the only thing her mind wandered to were dark obsidian eyes lovingly staring down at her and warm embraces that used to make all of her fears disappear.

As she laid there helpless the three men kept closing in on her, merciless looking under every nook and cranny. Bringing up her last bit of strength, scarred terribly shaking hands grasped the earth beneath her in a last attempt to escape. The woman’s vision was hazy. Barley making out her surroundings she kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Now listening to the small sounds of sturdy boots getting louder, she slowly crawled towards her last hope of surviving: an old tree trunk. Letting herself rest against it, hidden from their sight, her breath came out short and hasty. The woman’s chest clenched as her heart put up the courage to finally take a look at her visible wound. A bullet was burning itself inside her leg from deep within. The unbearable pain that she felt as her nails plugged inside the open bleeding flesh made her want to scream in agony.

It was hard motivating her body to not give up on her as her vision faded over and over again. The young woman knew her body would not endure the pain much longer, but she had to; she could not abandon him, not after all these years. Gradually pulling the bullet out of her body, concentrating on not making a sound, made her careless as she failed to notice her pursuers inching closer to her hideout.

Now that the bullet was finally gone, blood gushed out in long thick streams. Her relieve was short lived as she committed the most mindless mistake of her entire life: she called for him, wishing for a miracle.

 A distance away, a deep scratchy voice called out for his companions, having finally determined her location. Ragged breaths increased as she slapped her hand over her own mouth and shut her eyes out of fear. Silently she prayed that her savior would rescue her once again, even though she knew her prayers would remain unanswered.

Her time was running out, and she was torturously aware of that. A painful sting ran through her scalp as she was harshly jerked upwards. The young woman's body was too exhausted to fight back as the man kept her captivated. Two silhouettes stepped forward, smiling as they imagined the fear reflecting in her radiant light blue eyes that resembled the sky and silk sash of the royal bloodline.

She could barely make out the look of the two silhouettes as her vision failed her once again. That moment she knew, her life was not hers anymore, it laid within the hands of her adored saints.

 As they came towards her slight frame the snow seemed to melt after every step they took. An ironic warmth wrapped itself around the red heads body and blinded her fear, transforming it into a gentle feeling of acceptance.

Not long after, they stopped. Mockingly looking down at the traitorous human right before them.

Both fit perfectly into the scenery, covered in mud, leaves and every dirt that laid underneath the snow. It was well deserved, she thought; at least she made them struggle. The person who stood before her possessed similar hands to the ones captivating her. He was immensely large and bulky in comparison to the other man beside him, who stuck out like a sore thumb. Brilliant colors were the other persons way of presenting his noble heritage. She could not manage to make out every detail of his checkered west or his expensive sash that clearly showed his superior status, but she would always remember his eyes. His beautiful ocean blue eyes that glimmered like he just received the most extraordinary gift he had ever been gifted.

Hot salty tears stung as they ran down her once smooth face while she kept on thinking about all the horrid things they could do to her, and it only got worse the longer she thought about them.

His delighted grin grew as her fear finally rose above the surface; happy the handsome man could grasp her trembling beneath his eyes.

Eagerly he took three large confident steps towards her cowering frame, now crouching down to her height. Gently he grabbed her chubby chin between his elegant fingers and twisted her head upwards, facing his own. Tilting his youthful face towards the shell of her ear, he whispered in a pleasant voice glazed with honey but poisoned with amusement and a hollow soul.

„Got you little dove“

Written in 2021. Do not copy, translate or reposte without my permission

Hello! I hope you enjoyed the prologue, even though it propably could have been longer. I again apologize for all my spelling and grammer mistakes, as you know English is not my natice language, but I tried to erase as many mistakes as possible.

If you find any mistakes, please make sure to inform me of them!

Dark Blood And Light (Pt.1)

(SNEAK PEAK) (Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x OC)

Summary: Looking back at the time before the era ‚Sun Summoner‘, to a childhood in an orphanage in Kermazin.

Tags: hurt, childhood, mean adults, food, abuse, fear, nostalgia

W/c: 6.7K

A/n: The first chapter is partly (mostly) written from a narrators point of view. In the following chapters there will probably be paragraphs that are partly written from that point of view as well, but the majority will be from my protagonists kind of views.

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Part One: Before the Beginning

During the short warming summertime, you'd most likely find all three of them huddled together under the hot sun, letting the warm summer breeze sway through their hair as they laid, hidden from unwanted guests, in their meadow. Sometimes after they completed the many chores they`d go into the forest hunting or swam in the refreshing cold water of the rivers. However most of their time was spend near the orphanage they grew up in.

The orphanage, as it was known to the children, had been the mansion of Duke Kermazov, an older man who found his passion in providing homeless children with a second chance for a better life.

It would have been unusual to see the tired looking Duke in his old house, considering he'd rather stay in his house in Os Alta. He'd never say much against the children playing behind his old mansion that was now considered an orphanage, thus stopping the housekeeper Ana Kuya from lecturing the three for straying too far away from their home during the summer.

It also happened to be a reason why Alina liked that time of year the most, aside from her favorite flowers being in bloom. She loved that with his arrival, there was no stopping her and her friends to experience a new adventure, that waited them around every corner. Now that Alina was older, she enjoyed looking back onto those precious memories, a time when everything had been far easier for her than it is now.

Coming Sunday, October 17th @ 9pm CEST