#if anyone wants me to continue this just send me prompt + 'alarkling roommate au' and I'll write it

[myqueenjudeduarte]

“You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,” and/or “Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,” for Alina x Darkling?

ok. im doing both. and I’m gonna combine this with another prompt I got from @darklingslover to write an alarkling roommates AU. Also I’m super sorry if there are things in this that don’t mesh with the books, I haven’t read them in a while.

Can’t stress this enough - mal doesn’t even fucking exist in this universe. as it should be in every universe.

Oh also this fic is called “Downfall”

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Desperation drives even the wisest to their downfalls. Alina thought back to the first words Aleksander had said to her the day she moved in, back to the small, twisted smile on his face and the way he had looked her up and down.

Pretentious prick, she thought. Still, he was right. Desperation had driven her here, to him, and he was sure to be her downfall, if through irritation alone. Had she had any place to go, anywhere at all, in the world, after her last roommate had kicked her out so her new boyfriend could move in, she would have gone there. As it was, though, she had been left to beg the first stranger she saw putting up a “roommate wanted” advertisement for a room. And thus had begun a sure-to-be terrible living situation.

Since she had arrived, he had not only hit on her – relentlessly, she might add – but he had laid down a bunch of seemingly useless rules for how they were to cohabitate. He had gone as far as to set the hours that each of them could use the kitchen, although she was fairly certain from the look on his face that he was only doing it to get under her skin.

She realized with a start that maybe he’d done all of it just to get under her skin. Still, that made it worse, not better. She was committed to continuing to live with him for only as long as she absolutely had to, then getting out of there as quickly as possible. And whatever she did, she promised herself, she would not sleep with him.

Less than a week later, she slept with him.

The first step towards Alina’s downfall was when she walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, during her “allotted kitchen hours,” and found Aleksander lounging against the counter.

“I thought these were my hours,” she said, unable to keep her disdain for the system out of her voice.

Aleksander quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh, are they?” he asked, voice sounding almost genuinely confused. Almost.

He smiled. “Let me get out of your way, then.” As he walked past, his hip brushed hers, and she felt a jolt of desire as she had every time their bodies had “accidentally” encountered each others in the past week.

As much as she didn’t want to, she found herself undeniably attracted to him. She told herself it was his appearance, that anyone would be into him, but it had never been about looks for her before. There was something about him that kept her up at night, wondering what he was like in bed, wondering what he would sound like in the heat of passion.

The second step towards Alina’s downfall was when she brought him a slice of cake.

She had decided that even if he wouldn’t be a decent roommate, she would. So when she was cutting a rare slice of cake for herself, she cut one for him as well, and brought it to him where he sat in the dining room, reading a book. It looked pretentious. She judged him.

He took the cake, set it down, and caught her hand before she could move away. Then, he brought the hand to his lips, never breaking eye contact with her.

“Thank you, Alina,” he said, and something about his voice caused shivers to run down her spine. She jerked away quickly and left the room.

The third and final step towards Alina’s downfall came that night. She was walking into the living room, contemplating watching TV, and hoping beyond all hope that he wouldn’t be in there. But he was – standing in the middle of the room, in fact – and Alina groaned internally.

“Kneel,” he said, and she blinked up at him in confusion.

“Excuse me?” She must’ve misheard, must be imagining things, must have–

“I told you to kneel. You’ve shown me how adept you are at following frivolous rules,” he said, smirking as he watched her realize the exact purpose of his cohabitation rules, “and I assume you’re equally adept at following orders.”

To her surprise, Alina had the impulse to obey, an impulse which she quickly put from her mind.

“Aleksander–”

“I think,” he said, walking forward to trace her cheekbones, “that you should call me ‘sir’ when we’re alone like this.”

Alina swallowed hard enough for it to be audible, and Aleksander’s smirk grew.

“I can see the conflict in your eyes, Alina,” he said, voice almost soothing. “I know how badly you want to obey. How hard you’re fighting your own urges. But you have no reason not to give in. I won’t hurt you,” and with that, he gripped the side of her neck, gentle for a moment before digging his nails in, “unless you want me to.”

Alina closed her eyes against the impulse to submit, to give him exactly what he wanted.

“I can’t stand you,” she breathed, his face far too close to hers for comfort.

“I know,” he murmured back, kissing the tip of her nose gently. “But you don’t need to like me to obey me.”

With that, he exerted gentle pressure on her shoulders and, shocking herself, Alina willingly fell to her knees before him. 

He brought a hand down to her head, stroking her hair back from her face gently.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now stand.”

Alina looked up at him in shock. There was only one thing she had expected him to want from her on her knees, and it certainly was not to immediately get back up again.

“You’re not making sense, Aleksander.”

“‘Sir,’ I believe I said.” He gripped her hair tighter. “And I am trying to teach you to be obedient.” He pulled upward on her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to exert pressure, and Alina rose to her feet.

“And, Alina, in the future, when we’re not alone, simply ‘Aleks’ will do.” With that, he walked toward his bedroom, clearly expecting her to follow him.

Alina resolved never to call him Aleks, as she could sense the satisfaction he would derive from it, but she did follow him into his bedroom, too turned on at this point to pretend even to herself that she didn’t want what was happening.

“Take off your clothes and lay down in my bed,” he ordered and, for the first time that evening, she obeyed immediately, stripping herself of her t-shirt, jeans, and underwear to stand naked before him. She hesitated before getting into bed but, when he quirked an eyebrow once more, complied.

She was nervous at the thought of him seeing her body, as she always was her first time with a man, but when he reached her where she lay he caressed her hipbone and murmured, “beautiful.” 

Alina shuddered.

Aleks ran his hand down over her thigh, then back up over her stomach and to her breasts. He drew circles around one of her nipples until she was gasping, then laughed softly before taking it between his thumb and forefinger and pinching hard. This elicited an entirely different kind of gasp, and his smile never faded as he tormented her with soft brushes of skin and harder, more determined touches.

After several minutes of focus on her breasts, he finally leaned down and kissed her, slowly, thoroughly. 

“I’m quite glad,” he said against her mouth, “that you have decided to be obedient.”

Alina moaned, thinking only, at this point, of how to get him inside her, or at least touching her where she wanted it most.

“Sir,” she said, finally relenting, “touch me.”

“Oh,” he said, and she thought for a moment that she saw a dangerous glint in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with one of amusement. “Are you giving the orders, Alina?”

She shivered as he said her name.

“No, Sir,” she replied, and he smiled.

“Besides, you say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you.” With that, he slid two fingers deeply inside her before curling them, dragging a moan from her throat.

“Yesss,” she hissed, and he stopped.

“What do we say, Alina?”

Alina was silent, refusing to give in to this last, most ultimate of demands. Refusing to allow him this measure of power over her.

He curled his fingers once more, swiped his thumb against her clit, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle a groan of pleasure.

“What,” he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, “do,” he rubbed a harsh circle around her clit, “we,” he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down hard, “say?” With that, he kissed her, deeply and passionately.

“Please, sir, please,” she finally assented, too desperate for him now to put off the inevitable any longer.

“Please what, Alina?”

Alina closed her eyes in frustration. Of course he wasn’t satisfied with her begging – of course he would demand more.

“Please make me come,” she murmured, and he smiled, deciding to finally give her what she wanted.

After that, he set about his task in earnest, rubbing his thumb in circles around her clit as he curled and pumped his fingers inside her. When, at last, Alina came, she shattered around him, crying out “Aleks” despite her earlier decision not to use his nickname. She brought her hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling hard, a part of her wanting to punish him for the things he’d convinced her to say and do. The things he had made her want. 

When she finally came down from one of the strongest orgasms of her life, Aleks was laying beside her, grinning lazily, still fully clothed. His hand stroked Alina’s arm.

“I trust it was good for you, Alina?” he asked, smirking. Alina glared. “Actually, I don’t have to trust – your moans and cries were proof enough.”

He moved closer, moved until his head was by hers and he could whisper softly in her ear. 

“You may not like me, darling, but you like this. And you will continue to like this over and over again, because I don’t think I’ll be through with you for quite some time.”

His words caused goosebumps to erupt over her flesh, and she met his eyes, hoping to reclaim even a modicum of her own power.

“And I suspect,” she replied, adopting his utterly pretentious way of speaking, “that I will not be finished with you for quite some time myself.”

She waited only a moment to see the delighted surprise light up Aleks’ eyes before she rolled on top of him, and they were lost to each other once more.