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Modern au dad’s best friend verse (same verse as quoted post)

(Posted for the darklinaprompts twitter account’s prompt ‘hand’)
Flustered and sore in the best way with Aleksander’s come still dripping into her panties, Alina pulled into the first parking spot she saw. Barely taking the time to turn off the car and throw her keys in her purse, she ran inside. “I’m so sorry, I’m late,” she said as she joined Genya at their usual table. “I got caught up in something and lost track of time.” While that was technically true, she’d spent the drive to the cafe trying to come up with a better explanation than “Sorry I’m late, I was too busy riding your dad’s cock.” Genya smirked at her and pushed over the drink she’d already ordered for Alina. “Something? Or someone?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alina said, taking a sip of her drink with what was hopefully a casual expression. “Babe, you’ve got a hickey on your neck.” Alina’s hand flew to the side of her neck as she thought over everything she and Sasha had done that afternoon while in his bed. She hadn’t thought he had marked her, they had been trying to be careful. What with Alina’s father being Aleksander’s best friend and his kids being her friends, they were keeping things a secret for now. They would tell them at some point—it wasn’t just a fling—but this wasn’t how she wanted to share the news either. “Really?” Was the only thing that came out of her mouth. Genya’s smirk deepened. “Nah, but you sure answered my question.” Alina glared, dropping her hand. “You little shit.” Genya simply raised an eyebrow in response. “So, who are they?” Alina shook her head. “I’m not quite ready to share with the class.” “But you’re happy?” Genya’s teasing expression had morphed into something more serious, more concerned. Alina nodded, unable to stop her lips from curling up in a soft smile. She might not be completely ready to learn what the fallout would be of her and Aleksander telling their families, but she loved being with him. She loved him. “Yeah, I’m happy.”
November 15, 2024 at 7:53 PM
inevitabletapir.bsky.social
inspired by a conversation with starlesssinner on twitter 🥰 (and there will very likely be more of this at some point 👀)

(Posted for the darklinaprompts prompt ‘close’ on twitter)
The adoption ad is far from the first one she’s seen—there’s no such thing as privacy anymore, especially online, and these kinds of targeted posts are expected as an alpha. Despite her friends trying to bully her into finding an omega of her own, she doesn’t usually pay the posts any attention. She’s fine on her own, and if she’s occasionally lonely, it’s nothing she can’t deal with. She has her friends and her art, both of which keep her busy, and she’s very content being single. Prefers it actually, as she tells her friends every time they bring it up. They always look at her like it’s bullshit. There’s something about the omega’s face that makes her pause. He’s good looking—beautiful, actually, which feels like a red flag, how has he not already found an alpha who wants him? His eyes seem to bore into her own, looking into her very soul even through the screen. She would describe his expression as closed off if not for how he seems to see her even from a photo. It’s as if he’s looking directly at her. Like he’s hers to own and protect. Which is ridiculous—they don’t even know each other. It’s simply a well taken photograph of a handsome man. She scrolls past before an almost tugging sensation in her chest has her scrolling back up and sending a link to the post to herself. Just in case she wants to look at it later. She likely won’t, she tells herself. Because this omega isn’t hers and nothing about her life has changed. She doesn’t need him. She tucks him name—Aleksander—away in a safe corner of her mind out of habit. She’s always taking note of little details, which is helpful for her work. It doesn’t mean anything.
November 15, 2024 at 7:46 PM
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(Posted for the darklinaprompts prompt ‘buzz’ on Twitter)
"Alina?" Aleksander asks, his brow furrowed in concern as his immediate vigilance after being awoken subsided. "Is something wrong?" Alina shakes her head, her cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. Somehow this is harder for to ask for, a vulnerability almost too much to show him, even after he's seen her naked, even after he's made her come with his mouth and his fingers and his cock. "I couldn't sleep," she admits, her voice soft. "I can't stop thinking about tomorrow. Will you-" she swallows thickly and pushes forward. He's told her that he's seen every part of her and will never turn away. She chooses to believe him. "Will you hold me?" His expression softens into one of sweet understanding and he reaches an arm out while pulling aside the bed covers with his free hand. "Of course, lyubimaya. Whatever you need." Pushing aside the shame that rises up in her at needing comfort—a thorny self hatred she's carried with her for far too long—she crawls onto the bed and into his arms. His skin on hers quiets the buzzing of her mind, of her body feeling like it will fly apart without something to hold it together. Someone. Once they are settled, his arms warm and secure around her and her head resting on his chest, he murmurs softly into the gentle darkness. "I sleep better with you next to me too."
November 15, 2024 at 7:43 PM
inevitabletapir.bsky.social
Married couple Aleksander and Luda and their pets Nikolai and Alina

(Posted for the darklinaprompts prompt ‘kitten’ on Twitter)
The tension in Luda’s shoulders released as she walked through her front door. Letting out a sigh, she put her coat and shoes away and set her purse on the table by the door. It had been a long day. Her days at the small campus clinic weren’t anywhere near as hectic or draining as when she and Aleksander had lived in the city and she’d worked at one of the major hospitals, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be tired after her shift. It was cold and flu season and her appointments had been full of students looking for doctors notes to get out of class. Most of them had been polite and actually ill, but there were at least a handful who had just been looking for an excuse to skip class. Her mood was already low when she’d gotten home, and their neighbor Helen had made the sign of the cross when Luda had called out a friendly greeting. As if they weren’t far happier than Helen and her husband, Frank, were. Luda didn’t really care what Helen thought of them—she could fuck right off with her homophobia and polyphobia—but it had hardly helped her mood. She was home now, though, and she didn’t have to be back at work for another two days. She could relax with her loves and recharge before she had to be back on campus. “I’m home!” she called out as she walked further into the house. “In here, darling,” Aleksander replied, a heavy disappointment in his tone that let her know someone had been naughty while they had both been at work. She let out another sigh, although her lips tugged up in a hint of a smile as she moved towards the playroom. It was easy enough to guess who had misbehaved. Nikolai was such a good puppy, so eager to please, although he could sometimes be persuaded into mischief. No, the weariness in Aleksander’s tone had Alina written all over it. She was such a clever kitten, but it so often got her into trouble. But they all so enjoyed the punishments her misbehavior warranted.
November 15, 2024 at 7:41 PM
inevitabletapir.bsky.social
🔞breeding, sex ritual, demon!Sasha

(Posted for the darklinaprompts prompt servant)
Alina Starkov is drowning in pleasure. She'd expected to feel some small fraction of the ecstasy that floods her body now-the ritual was sexual in nature after all, her body a willing vessel for her Dark Lord's child. An heir for him and someone to love and dote on and make sure she is never alone for her. This, however- This is more pleasure than she thought possible. The Darkling lounges on a throne of writhing black shadow only a few feet from where Alina is spread out on the ground. His priests and priestesses have been tasked with preparing her and they are not half hearted in following their duty. Hands and mouths roam over her skin with abandon and she doesn't even try to stop the moans they draw from her lips, a melody accompanied by his servants' heavy breaths and the wet, squelching sounds of fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. She has lost track of whose hands and lips and tongues are on which parts of her body as she forces her eyes to stay open to watch their master. His legs are spread wide as he keeps his dark eyes on her. His desire is evident in both his expression and in the hardness of the two cocks-both bigger than any one she had ever taken before-that he lazily strokes with one large hand. It is an honor to be chosen to bear the Darkling's children, but it is also no easy task to take him. Alina is especially tiny compared to him, and a part of her fears that he truly won't fit. The mouth at her cunt sucks her clit greedily between their lips and Alina's eyes flutter shut as an orgasm slams through her. There's no knowing how many times she come by now, but still they ready her, making sure she is as loose and relaxed as she can be. Opening her eyes, she meets the Darkling's heavy lidded gaze. "Please," she whimpers, feeling so empty even with four large fingers inside her cunt. He nods before standing-not bothering to tuck his cocks away as he walks over to her. "Enough," he says, the word is a quiet rumble, but no less of a command.
November 15, 2024 at 7:34 PM
inevitabletapir.bsky.social
🔞(noncon, pet play, bondage, slapping, collaring (it's a negotiated CNC scene, but that isn't apparent in this snippet))

Snippet from a Ludarklina wip with Luda and Alina playing with thief Aleksander after he tries to rob them.

(posted for the darklinaprompts prompt ‘torture’ on Twitter)
“Don’t be scared, puppy,” Alina said as she leaned down so that her face was directly in front of his, their noses almost brushing. “We’re going to make you feel good, won’t we, Mistress?” she turned to look at the other woman, who was watching both of them with an air of authority and condescension. “Of course, darling,” she said, her eyes completely focused on Aleksander. “After his punishment.” Something about the way she was looking at him ignited a burning flame under his skin, even as his eyes widened in fear. What kind of torture did they have in mind for a punishment? “You don’t have to do this,” he said as he struggled against his restraints. “We can work out something.” “Oh, but we do, pet.” The other woman walked over to him and cupped his cheek with a gentle hand; he hated how he had to fight against leaning into the softness of her palm. “As Alina said, we’ll take good care of you, but bad puppies need to be punished first. Otherwise you’ll never learn.” He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t--” His head [flew] back as the woman slapped him hard. He turned back to her, his eyes wide and his cheek stinging. She made a little tsk noise at him, while Alina watched on, [enraptured]. “Good puppies don’t lie, do they?” He could only stare at her in horror, his mind whirling with everything that had happened since he’d woken up in this nightmare. “Do they?” she repeated, her tone stern as she held his chin with a tight, painful grip, her long nails biting into his skin. “No,” he bit out, hating himself a little for giving in. The alternative wasn’t likely a good choice, and perhaps he could wait for her to let down her guard and find an opportunity to escape. “No, what?” she asked again, her fingernails pressing in even harder. He glanced around wildly, unsure what she was looking for. When his gaze landed on Alina, he remembered what she had called the other woman. “No, Mistress.” Despite the reluctance in his tone, she smiled and released his chin. “Good boy,” she said as she stepped back and gestured for Alina to move forward. “Go ahead, darling,” she said, her tone melting into something tender and fond. “He needs to know who he belongs to.” With excited, bouncing steps, Alina moved towards him, something deep red in her hand. Aleksander’s mouth fell open as he realized it was a dog collar. What the fuck? “See, puppy?” Alina asked, cooing at him, her lips stretched wide in a grin. “We got your name on it and everything.” Nausea rose in his throat as he looked at the bone shaped tag on the collar, the name Sasha engraved in plain block lettering.
November 15, 2024 at 7:14 PM
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~ 054 ~
↪'Cliff'↩

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April 30, 2025 at 1:55 AM
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~ 053 ~
↪'Meatball'↩

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April 30, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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~ 052 ~
↪'Charmed'↩

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April 30, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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~ 051 ~
↪'Spirit'↩

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January 23, 2025 at 9:03 AM
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~ 050 ~
↪'Magical'↩
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January 9, 2025 at 5:26 PM
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~ 049 ~
↪'Magical'↩
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January 8, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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~ 048 ~
↪'Drunk'↩
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January 3, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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~ 047 ~
↪'New'↩

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January 1, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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~ 046 ~
↪'Peck'↩

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December 31, 2024 at 10:50 PM
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↪'Beanie'↩

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December 30, 2024 at 12:55 PM
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↪'Cookie'↩

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December 30, 2024 at 12:55 PM
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~ 043 ~
↪'Cracker'↩

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December 30, 2024 at 12:54 PM
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~ 042 ~
↪'New'↩

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December 30, 2024 at 12:54 PM
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~ 041 ~
↪'Party'↩

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December 30, 2024 at 12:53 PM
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~ 040 ~
↪'Present'↩

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December 24, 2024 at 7:54 AM
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~ 039 ~
↪'Bow'↩

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December 24, 2024 at 7:53 AM
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~ 038 ~
↪'Santa'↩

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December 24, 2024 at 7:52 AM
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~ 037 ~
↪'Mistletoe'↩

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December 23, 2024 at 2:16 AM
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~ 036 ~
↪'Sprinkle'↩

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December 21, 2024 at 3:10 AM