#albedo kreideprinz smut

[xynwrites]

Setter! Albedo who fucks you, their libero in the shower room. Hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, while the other holds your knees up as he pounds relentlessly in your hole. He cums and cums inside of you, overflowing out your hole, the water washing it away. It's inappropriate, but that itself is arousing.

[taking-a-cupcake]

Albedo x gn!reader smut

warnings: enemies or rivals, hate sex, unrequited feelings??? mb, rough & soft sex, degrading yet praise idk, lmk if i misses anything

You hated Albedo, you really did. The cheeky smile of his. His smirk. The art he creates. The alchemy he’s skilled in. Every encounter between the two of you always ended with hostility or annoyance. Your dislike for each other was evident to everyone around you.

Although, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. Your mind would often wander to thoughts of him, imagining what it would be like to have his hands all over your body, to feel his lips on your skin. But you knew it could never happen, not with the way he treated you.

Albedo, on the other hand, seemed to have no interest in you. He saw you as nothing more than a nuisance. Your existence seemed to infuriate him, and though he seemed like a kind person, he took every opportunity to degrade and humiliate you. And yet, there was a small part of you that couldn't help but crave his attention, even if it came in the form of insults and condescending remarks.

It was during one of your heated arguments that things finally escalated. The tension between the two of you was thick in the air as Albedo grabbed you roughly by the arms, pinning you against the wall.

'You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for an artist,' he sneered, his words dripping with venom. (LMAOO)

But instead of feeling intimidated, you couldn't help but feel a thread of slick run down your thigh. You looked up at him with a mix of defiance and desire, and in that moment, he seemed to sense your true intentions.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. 'Oh, would you look at that’

Before you could even respond, his lips crashed down on yours in a fierce kiss, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing. Albedo soon pulled away with a smirk.

'Be careful what you wish for,' he warned, his hands roaming over your body, his fingers tracing over your curves.

You moaned as his touch sent shivers down your spine, your hands gripping onto his shoulders for support. He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving a trail of marks that would surely last for days.

'Look at you, so desperate for my touch,' he taunted, his voice filled with amusement. 'And all this time, you've been pretending to hate me.'

You could only whimper and roll your eyes (in annoyance) in response as he pushed you down onto a nearby desk, his lips moving lower and lower. He tore off your clothes, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to his hungry gaze.

He took his time exploring every inch of your body, leaving no spot untouched. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he reached between your legs, his fingers teasing you.

You couldn't hold back your moans as he brought you to the brink of pleasure, only to stop just before you could reach your release. This continued for what felt like hours, his touch driving you to the brink of insanity.

But just as you were about to beg for him to give you what you so desperately craved, he abruptly pulled away. You whimpered in protest, but before you could even say anything, he pushed himself inside you in one swift motion.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he moved inside you, the rough and aggressive thrusts only intensifying your pleasure.


As his pace quickens, your nails dig into his back, he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate. Tears start to stream down your face as you cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure and the intensity of your emotions.

Albedo's lips find yours, his tongue dancing with yours as he devours your mouth. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, he pulls away, denying you your release. Your body writhes beneath him, begging for release, but he denies you once again.

But then, he starts to move again. This time, faster and harder. Your pleasure builds, but you know that he won't allow you to reach your peak just yet. You try to hold back your cries of frustration, but they still escape your lips, only fueling Albedo's desire.

He begins to play with you, teasing and edging you closer to the brink before pulling back once again. The pleasure and frustration become almost unbearable. Finally, after denying you twice, Albedo gives you what you've been waiting for – your release. The waves of pleasure crash over you, and you cry out his name as your body convulses beneath him.

But just when you think it's over, Albedo's hands are back on your body, touching and teasing you in all the right places. Your body is hypersensitive from the denial, making every touch and sensation feel even more intense. And before you know it, you're once again on the edge of orgasm.

Albedo's thrusts become erratic, and you can tell he's close to his own release. With one final thrust, he lets out a loud groan, his body shuddering and trembling with pleasure. And as you both ride out your orgasms together, you can't help but feel grateful for this.

As you both lay there, sweaty and spent, Albedo pulls you close to him, cuddling you.

But it was short-lived as Albedo pulled out and left the room without a single word, leaving you feeling useless. You wanted to hate him for how he treated you, but the truth was, deep down, you knew you would always crave more of him.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow and the slight throbbing sensation between your legs, you couldn't help but admit the truth to yourself. You were hopelessly in love with someone you ‘hated, and he would never return your feelings.

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(guys he actually came back after and did a full treatment and made a bath, trust😅😅)

[ilykaveh]

butterflies ღ 彡 !

★ — albedo wants to watch you play with yourself for a bit.

★ — contains : f reader / mutual touching / praise / 0.5k words .

minors do not interact.

date nights with albedo were a rarity, both due to his busy work and expeditions up the mountain and you with your own commitments. the pair of you cherished the time you got to spend together, be it often sparse. these times could often grow a little hot and heavy, the exchanges of longing touches communicating the mutual desperation for more.

as soon as you bounded through the threshold of his apartment in the city, you made your way to his bedroom. teeth clashed as the alchemist devoured your lips, hunger burning as bright as the stars in his eyes. he guided you towards his bed, letting you fall into the plush material of his comforter.

neither of you wanted to waste minutes in each other’s presence, opting to shed your respective clothes instead of waiting for the other to take action. you were left in your panties, distracted by albedo’s stiff cock already leaking beads of precum.

"i’ve missed you,” he mumbled, groaning as he pumped his length a few times. you remained enthralled by the angel before you, broken from your trance only by a low moan of your name.

you needed something, anything, in the moment. settling for playing with your own tits you began groping the pretty flesh as your nipples hardened under your touch. a breathy little “‘bedo,” fell from your lips, closing your eyes for a moment, the same way that they did when you imagined your hands were his own during those long nights apart.

“touch yourself for me.” albedo commanded, initially catching you off guard. your reluctance spurred further orders from the man; his words never harsh but rather with the intent of encouraging you to fuck yourself for him. “spread your legs wider, my darling. you’re so pretty, aren’t you?”

you parted your thighs a little more, eyes remaining focused on albedo. one of his hands languidly pumped his cock, watching as you responded to him. you wanted to slip a hand beneath the waistband of your panties, though your desire to obey your boyfriend’s every word outweighed it.

“stroke yourself, sweetheart. over your panties, that’s it. you’re doing so well for me already,”

a little wet patch was already forming on your underwear, slick pooling underneath the lacy barrier that hid your cunt from sight. light whimpers filled the air, albedo enthralled with how needy you already were.

“just a bit longer; keep teasing yourself.” he spoke as you struggled to keep your attention on him.

whines developed into pleas as you continued feather-like touches across your panties. you could feel your sweet cunt ache, begging for more as you awaited further instructions.

“that’s my pretty girl, why don’t you take them off for me, hmm? you deserve it, baby.”

albedo’s melodic groans were interrupted as he swiped over a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, whispering curses under his breath. if the man lacked any self control he would already be nearing his peak, though he wished to wait until you were at your own.

“show me how you play with yourself while i’m away, sweetheart, and maybe then i’ll let you cum.”

[h0ney-mochi]

Albedo x gn!reader

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (edging, begging, making out, sub albedo)

Summary: you tied albedo's hands behind his back and blindfolded him. Edging him on your bed. <33

A/n: aghhh I love albedo. I love myself some submissive men muaah, also wrote this a whileee back ehe

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

He was breathing heavily, hips bucking into nothing before a whine comes from his mouth. You just smirk, watching as he calms down. Maybe it was a good idea to tie his hands and blindfold him.

"It's sweet, seeing you like this," you speak, your hand going back to his dick, slowly jerking him. He groans, "s-shut up- please, just- fuck-" His head goes back when you moved to the tip. Your hand was quick, jerking his tip, watching as he moaned, his head to the side. Then his breath became quick again, his hips were moving up in your hand.

"Please please please, fuck-" he pretty much begged. And you let him. But then you started slowing your hand down until you took it away. And good lord, that was a loud whine. "Oh, please please please, fuck, please let me cum-" he immediately starts quickly begging you. You just stare at his face. How he's sweating, parts of his hair stuck to his forehead, drool out of his mouth.. yeah he looked pretty. His chest rising quickly as he continued to beg. You went on top of him, your hand going to his chin. He went quiet when you held his head in place.

"..please?" He says again. You chuckle and went to kiss him. He eagerly kissed back. Your other hand went to his dick again and you started to quickly jerk around his tip. He moaned in your mouth, and you continued making out with him. Then you went a bit quicker, pulling away from his mouth, staring down at him. You took your hand away from his chin and went to take his blindfold off. You threw it away and focused on his face again. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, but his eyes mostly stayed shut. Despite the lights being really low, you could still see small tears in his eyes. What a lovely sight.

He threw his head back with a loud moan, bucking his hips in your hand once again. "Please please please, I'm so close, f-fuck-" he quickly spoke, opening his eyes to stare at you. Eyebrows furrowed, drool out from his mouth, glossy eyes.. good God. You just smiled down at him. You went off him, simply sitting down and continuing to jerk his tip.

[turnfires-secret]

" Experiment "

ALBEDO X MALE READER SMUT

Bottom Albedo, Aphrodisiacs, Biting / Marking

Sex with Albedo is never boring. Being an alchemist, he comes up with all sorts of strange devices, elixirs and creations. Most recently, he had developed an enhancement elixir. One that could boost the taker’s combat and elemental abilities. The only drawback, however, was that before the effects begin to take effect, the elixir basically worked as an aphrodisiac. Since this was his latest creation, and creations needed testing… the amount of intercourse the two of you have been having had increased significantly. 

 Its calm in the living room of your shared house, reading wasn’t usually one of your hobbies but on certain days it just feels right. From within the room Albedo had turned into an at-home lab you could hear some light crashing and the sound of something, or someone bumping into things. It wasn’t too uncommon of a sound. Though, 2 minutes later Albedo walks out of his lab looking more dishelved than usual. His hair that was usually done up and tidy had strands out of place, the result of running his hands through his hair. The collar to his blue button up shirt was undone aswell. 

He looks dazed as he walks over to where your sitting, taking the book from your hands, closing it and gently setting it aside. It’s cute how he straddles your lap and cuddles into your shoulder. You can tell his body is starting to burn up, his breathing is deeper than usual. Tell-tail signs that he had been experimenting with more aphrodisiac. 

“Again? I’m starting to think your just experimenting with that stuff so you can have sex”

Theres a small audible groan from him before he replies.

“Flase, While i do enjoy engaging in such acts with you, i have infact been making significant steps in my research…”

“Mhh~ whatever you say”

Using one hand, you push him backwards against the couch and pin his hands above his head. Your free hand goes down to work to unbutton his shirt. You decide not to take off his shirt fully, leaving it unbuttoned, and hanging off his shoulders. The blond haired man lefts out a small hum as you kiss his neck while your free hand fumbles with his belt and the zipper of his pants. His neck has always been one of your favorite places to mark, to kiss, to bite. Though Albedo doesn’t particularly mind the way small bluish-red bruises seem join the star that has marked his neck since his inception. It was pleasurable, a sign for your bond to him, a constant reminder. 

Freeing Albedo’s cock from the confines of his boxers, you reach down to his hole to find that Albedo seems to have already prep-ed himself for this. How cute. Using some excess lube, you lean down into his neck and slowly start to jerk him off. Using your full hand, then just afew fingers to play with the tip, then just your fingernail to run against the small slit at the top. Compared to your own, Albedo’s cock was smaller, was is strange to think that was hot? Repeating these motions, over and over rewards you with the blond haired man’s breathy moans in your ear as you work your ‘magic’. By way of the aphrodisiac in his system, he cums quicker and more than he usually would. 

Getting back up from where you were previously in te crook of Aledo’s neck you undress yourself, you push his legs forward in order to gain easier access to his hole. Leaning down, you let your lips meet his before slowly pulling away and pushing in. You find yourself buried in his neck, kissing and biting as you set a slow yet rough pace. Your hand comes down from pinning his arms, now more focused on keeping yourself stable. A pace that the chief alchemist clearly enjoys by the way his nails dig into the skin of your back and the small pleasured hums that escape his lips. It was slow but rough and hard. It jolted Albedo’s body back every time. It made it feel like every time you pushed in, it’d hit deeper and deeper. Each thrust was like clockwork, your cock hitting so deep inside that he swears he could feel it in his head. It sent the equivalent of a shockwave of pleasure through his body every single thrust.

“M-mh~ Ah~ Y-You can go a-a bit faster”

You do and the small hums turn into audible breathy moans and whines. This new faster pace only served to intensify it all. The pace, forceful and rough was almost violent. Despite this Albedo found his aphrodisiac infused body enjoying the sensation to the fullest. Usually it’d feel like his body was being ripped in two, however the aphrodisiac worked it magic making this near-violent somewhat painful pace you set feel like celestia on earth. 

Albedo had moved on from simply digging is nails into your back, now he was holding you against himself as a way to stabilize himself, as a way to not stray too deep into pleasure. However, you can tell the alchemist is close by the way his insides clench around you, the way he gets louder. 

“Ah- Mh~ aah~! I’m going to- mh~! Y-Y/N~”

With such an angelic voice like that, how could you resist? Fucking him just abit harder you both eventually cum in tandem with each other, both of you taking afew second to catch your breath. Albedo, the ever hard worker, uses his arms to prop himself up as you slide your dick out of his body. Staring down as your cum begins to leak out, ee lets out a almost tired sounding hum before mumbling something along the lines of:

“ Be a shame to let this go to waste, perhaps i could use it in an experiment…”

He turns his attention to you, kissing you gently before getting out from under you, his pants left disgraded on the living room floor and his shirt unbuttoned. He was always so resourceful, weather that was a good thing or not way yet to be seen… 

Oh well… It’s not like you could be mad at him for too long. 

[adorekento]

Sweet !

characters ; Albedo, Scaramouche, Cyno, Heizou, & Xiao (seperate)

NSFW (mdni) : vulgar words, praise, fingering, teasing, pet names, riding, cursing, intimate sex, fem reader, degradation, dacryphilia, Impact play, orgasm control, etc.

notes ; this might be a bit messy cuz im writing this and im uh drunk i think

✦ ALBEDO

pet names, praise, fingering, intimate sex, exhibitionism

“Albedo…” you moaned, wrapping your legs more securely around his back. you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck and inhale deeply.

“Shh, I’m here, angel,” Albedo mumbled against you, cradling your face in his hand. His palm is large and warm as you lean into it, placing an affectionate kiss on his fingers. He chuckles a little before kissing you again, sluggish, deep, and sweet.

"You're doing so fine." Albedo grins lovingly down at you before letting his head hang down, entranced at the sight of your dripping cunt sucking his aching cock back inside of you.

The idea of being seen bare by Albedo made your cheeks flush crimson. He runs his hands through your hair as he slowly begins to pounce inside you, your body writhing against his hard, wet shaft.

"Albedo... it's so..." you mewl softly at how divine he felt, how much love you sense in his every stroke, every thrust, and the soft moan that falls from your lips. 

you reach up with one of your hands, holding onto Albedo for dear life, and drag him down to you, kissing him passionately. Your teeth gaze at his lower lip and his hand goes directly to your swollen pussy, cupping it tightly and stroking you there before dipping into your slit. You made a tiny noise of permission when he does so, his fingers slipping past you smoothly and tickling along your clit, which ships your whole body on blaze with arousal.

He continues making love to you for hours, totally in love with you and the way his name chimes falling past your kiss-swollen lips, your fingers intertwined up in his hair and the way he glimpses at you with compassion and longing.

✦ SCARAMOUCHE

teasing, degradation, dacryphilia, Impact play, orgasm control,

“Look at me, you whore,” he scowled, hanging his head down to stare at where you were both connected. His purple hair is messy as it falls in front of his face, and a deep groan slips past his lips as he sinks his cock into you once more.

You let out a breathy sob and try not to flinch, trying your best not to move from your spot on the bed. Your body feels hot with lust, and you think maybe if you don’t move anything will be easier to bear.

"mhm... More~" You breathed in,

"You like that?" As if to further punctuate his words, He presses his cock deep inside you, two of his fingers coming to circle against your clit. His hips grind against yours, the tip of his cock continuously nudging against the spot that has you moaning his name, the sensation making you dizzy enough to have you lose your ground.

"S-Scara..." You let out a shaky whiff as he proceeds to fuck you, Your eyes drop shut. A whimper escapes your lips before your breathing evens out. You felt him slap your thigh,

"Don't cum until I said so." The way his mouth curves up at one corner makes you shiver. It looks like his smirk is almost a grin by now, his eyes shining. You can see the red eyeliner from under his lashes, smeared thickly around his closed lids.

You tug onto him closer, pressing his bare chest up against your own. "Please," You murmured, voice low and weakened, "Sorry, I... need you right now..." You beg, feeling pathetic as you cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck so he'll have no choice but to hold onto you.

Scaramouche groans and presses his cold nose against your cheek. The gesture sends shivers down your spine, a smile tugging at your lips, and tears springing from your eyes as you feel his warm breath against your skin, and your heart begins beating faster and faster.

✦ CYNO

praise, cursing, slight degradation, teasing, intimate sex,

“C-Cyno! Shit— hmph~“ You sighed into his mouth, gripping the sheets as he pressed his cock constantly into your pussy. You could feel yourself starting to come with every of his depth thrust, which only inflated your already magnified arousal. oh, Archons, this was so good and you hated it when things went that smoothly.

"Who knew you'd be like this in bed?" He slowed down for an instant before coming back in even deeper than before. Your eyes were clutched shut, your head was thrown back, and your legs were still spread barely apart for him. He pushed forward until the tip of his cock was pressed against your clit, then began fucking you like there was no tomorrow. With each movement of his hips, the head of his cock made contact with both your G area and ass, making you squirm involuntarily and cry out louder.

You could hear yourself moaning through your clenched teeth, your breath heavy and unsteady as he went on pumping his cock in slow motion against you, never pulling his hips away from your wet pussy lips. You didn’t want him ever to stop.

You couldn’t ponder or draw breath with all the sensations rushing through you as he pumped his cock, slowly but surely becoming more intense by the second. Your pussy was tightening around his thick shaft, the muscles clenching tightly as he kept going without stopping.

A tiny whimper escaped your throat, and you were rather convinced you sounded like a creature in pain. The sensation was amazing—it felt like blaze and frost, and if you weren't on your mattress right now, you would have been screaming for another round.

✦ HEIZOU

praise, quirofilia, teasing, fingering

He had such long fingers, you could sense him scraping up and down your walls and the pads on his knuckles left a trail of burning pleasure behind wherever he brushed. The feeling was enough to make your toes curl and your abdomen flutter in the tension of what was to come next.

You bucked your hips to his fingers as he continued with the gentle torture, your back arching off the bed as it pushed against the mattress until it felt like your skin would rip right open.

He chuckled when you let out an embarrassing noise of ecstasy. “Oh? You're ashamed?" He sounded smug like he knew that was what he did to you. He knew exactly how to turn you on, just like that. He leaned over you and pressed his lips to your temple. “I didn't think you'd get so turned on by my fingers."

Your breath caught in your throat as he continued teasing you by caressing his thumb over your clit. Your nails dug into the sheets beneath you. "Nngh..." You bit your bottom lip as you tried to suppress your sobs but they kept coming nonetheless.

When he reached down and stroked one of his midst, heavy cock circles against your clit and rubbed against your sensitive pussy, you moaned louder than before and arched your head back. A small whine slipped past your teeth at the feeling of the hard length of him prodding your entrance. He began fondling the underside of your slit with his thumb and you whimpered as the warmth built up inside you.

✦ XIAO

dominance, praise, riding, intimate sex,

"You're so..." he whispered as you began to move, going up and down on his erect dick "y/n... Just like that..." he breathed into your ear making you whimper softly as he kissed a trail down your body. He bit your neck, not hard enough to hurt you but deep enough that his teeth would have been visible. You whimpered at the pain,

You start to move your hips in circles to help him feel even better and it worked like a charm. You felt his dick twitching as he clasps your waist to move you himself.

He starts pushing inside of you, quicker than before and it feels wonderful. It's almost too great for your body to deal with. It's like there's a hidden emphasis pulling him deeper inside of you. He pushes harder still and with one last thrust.

"y-y/n...!" He grunted as his grip tighten on your waist. His thrusts came to be deeper and faster. you kept bouncing on his erection attempting to get every feeling out of him.

He was whining and shivering, it was a tremendous sight, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, holding you close, and you held his hair gently trying to soothe him down.

"Xiao..." You whispered into his hair while stroking his back soothingly. You felt his dick twitching against your stomach as he started losing control.

© [ adorekento ] do not steal, repost, or translate my work.

[yuyinesque]

KREIDEPRINZ | “𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.”

⚘ précis. ≡ he was a little curious as to how the female anatomy reacts to arousal; you were the individual that incessantly muddled his mind with this idea. because of this, he managed to charm you into laying you down on his table and taking his fingers in order to conclude a few factors.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ afab!reader; sub!reader x top!albedo, finger-fucking/excessive clit play, overstimulation, implied pussy worshipping, pussy studying, edging, squirting, gentle praise, albedo’s simply playing dumb with you.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft smut drabble/headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 1.5k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

𖤥 The holder of Princeps Cretaceus, mm mm mm… anywayyy — This little chalk-based AI is a little too curious for his own good. I believe that you had to been not only aesthetically interesting to the eye, but have a mind of wisdom in order to have such an obsessive interest towards you. With this mind, it’s only a matter of time before he uses you as both a subject and a partner for his experiments, with your consent, of course, for you have an adoration towards him as well. (Un)fortunately, this only set you up for failure, for he was beginning to wonder how you would look in various positions.

𖤥 Now, I may not know much about Albedo, but I’m sure that an enabler would provoke these said thoughts. This said “enabler” is no other than you, the individual who is incapable of holding back their feelings for someone who could read you like a book, ESPECIALLY because he’s been studying you since you carry such a mysterious intensity within you.

𖤥 Hell, he may be an AI, but because of this he’s beyond stupid. It’s clear at times that you’ve been experiencing arousal, but he was unsure as to if you were experiencing it because of him specifically. Besides, he didn’t want to outwardly just ask without any context. Not only that’s an intimate question, but he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, let alone scare you off, now suffering from rejection. Still, the idea couldn’t be left undiscovered, I fear… Really, this whole thing is not about him studying it because he was clueless, he not only wanted a confirmation, but ponder about how YOU would behave if aroused … like like like like like listen-

𖤥 “I must take into account factors such as your temperature, texture, and contractions per minute after each orgasm,” He would divulge as his pallid fingers plunged deeper into your clenching hole, one that was greedily memorizing the taste of his skin to the point where it was her favorite dessert. His statements were definitely rhetorical and you knew it, seeing as you were incapable of formulating comprehensible words with the way he was finger-fucking you without any reasonable restraint bounding his actions. He was destined to complete his experiment, and he was sure that you were on your thirteenth- fourteenth clench. “As long as I have your approval, I do not believe that I’m overstepping any boundaries. You do agree, right Y/n?”

𖤥 NAAA LEMME COOK? HEAR ME OUT!!!

🧷 𝓗ad you haven’t been in a predicament where you could formulate appropriate thoughts, let alone speech that didn’t involve loud, lecherous blubbers, you would’ve retorted with an impish smile with corresponding titter, seeing as he was simply being careful despite his monotonous tone. It’s merely impossible to strangle out a few words since you were practically hyperventilating from overstimulation; there was quite literally never been a time where you’ve felt this overwhelmed during an experiment. Albedo is very considerate of your safety.

He claims that this would be safe as well: Sketching down a memorable image of your pretty pussy rapaciously contracting for his fingers, though instead he decided to use his fingers to polish your clit with vast zeal, earning a pearlescent drool of cum to cascade from your hole. He noted that he should add a glimmering adaptation to accentuate how the rushing river of cum titillate under the pale LED light, also the image of your fingertips delving into your plush thighs as you attempted to keep them up for as long as possible. Albedo however sighed in misfortune at this observation, especially at the way your thighs palpitated endlessly; there was only a matter of time until your body were to finally give into exhaustion. You were only human, after all. Therefore, he made sure to assert underneath his sketch of you that the three components were completed.

One: Temperature. How hot could it get? Normally the temperature inside the vaginal canal equates to a high fever when not aroused, but how hot does yours get during both stages? Unfortunately, Albedo was unable to determine the temperature during its natural stage, for you were already unbearably drenched before he could even give your pussy the time of day, tainting the steel table with the voracious drooling since she terribly craved him inside of her. He also concluded that utilizing a thermometer during the session would possibly bring down your mood (or heighten it, considering that he also noticed that you’re very fond of edging as much as overstimulation). He wondered if he should ask to take its temperature after he cleans everything up, but it wouldn’t correlate with his initial hypothesis.

Two: Texture. Generally speaking, the inside has an identical texture to the inside of your cheeks but… he still wanted to finalize that it stays that said texture before, during, and after sexual activity. Albedo certainly has definitely used his tongue to poke at the inside of his cheek while curling his fingers deep inside of you, carefully massaging your spot as your squeals sang saccharine tunes, whispering poetic praises that caused your noises to induce and circulate throughout the vast vicinity. As anticipated, the resemblance is there, but your walls were softer, but that could be because of how inundated you are. It was another uncompleted draft that he had to address on another occasion; it was beginning to miff him, though at least you were willing to trust him in one of your most vulnerable states.

Three: Contractions. Would it be too selfish for him to wonder how many times you’ll clench before each orgasm? Surely it was quite the push, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that’ll be the last time the two of you would perform something so intimate, therefore it’s best to have most if not all of his questions answered before departure. Not only has he determined how many times you’ve clenched before each orgasm, also determining that the number accumulates the more you cum, he’s estimated that you’ve contracted much more without his fingers rather than with them. Was it due to your acts of desperation? Yes, of course, that he figured as much, and he found the ideal flattering and promising, or even exciting. He could proudly deem that you were one of his favorite experiments yet, and truly desired more of you in different positions in later references.

And Ideally, Four: En–

“‘Bedo, Beh- ff-uh.. fuckfuckfuckfuck- please!” His train of calculations and concentration was vengefully disrupted by the guinea pig in question: you. The one who sobbed out hardly comprehensible beseeches in hopes Albedo has finally calculated enough data to grant you the opportunity to fucking breathe without hiccuping and choking on saliva. The one whose cum spluttered erotically out of their pussy, their juices acting as a varnish on your tumescent lips in order to preserve such finest chef-d'œuvre, and giving the steel table a shrine that’s never been achieved before. The one whose left leg was occasionally being pried away from their right by the alchemist’s gloved hand, seeing as he couldn’t help but feel selfishly miffed at the fact that they’re incapable of keeping them open for the sake of the hypothesis. However, it’s safe for the two of you that this experiment will require addressment… over a few shots, of course.

“What perfection…” Albedo’s cerulean blooming eyes eased with awe as he watched your writhing body twitch and writhe with each time he thrust his fingers inside you, but even when he decided to slow down a little, you were still too sensitive to inure the overbearing pleasure, therefore he decided to stop altogether by finally retracting his pallid fingers that were submerged with a thick ivory. For a moment he had the intrusive urge to give you a taste, but he already broke one of his promises, which was to go easy on you. “The moons surely favor you, don’t they?”

Your mind was too muddled to even comprehend the fact that he was praising you at the moment; you were still trying to find a way to close your legs without any more exertion, let alone rid the seething pain between them. Surely you weren’t complaining, but you were just as shocked as him. Rarely does he lose himself, especially during something of importance. “Perhaps I was being too edacious… it was never my objective to test your endurance … This was my mistake.”

With a sigh that could only disclose disappointment, he stood up from his chair after using a cloth to wipe his fingers clean. Then, while his expression still mordantly stoic, he gently lifted one of your legs to place them on his shoulder, cautiously wiping you down, squeezing your knee reassuringly when you jolted and whined when he began dapping your numbing clit with the cloth.

“We should conduct this on a later date, I'd say… next week. Certainly after your convalescence.. That way the both of us may conclude how well your body responds to penetration.”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

[erxxi3]

⟢ ﹒ Riding Him Until He Moans

Summary: lengthy drabble, It’s been a long time since you have heard this character ever actually moan before while being in bed and them acting all pathetic begging for more, plus this sex is a little different this time to them.

— NSFW, MDNI 18+

She got ontop of him sliding her panties to the side, before lowering herself down and sinking into him with a soft gasp.

His breath left him as she pushed in deep and he closed his eyes, trying desperately to hold back his groan at the sight of her naked body pressing up against him. Starting to move her hips slowly at first but then began to speed it up, getting quicker and faster.

As she leaned over and wrapped one hand around his neck he couldn’t help the whimper that slipped past his lips but soon quieted. Kissing her way across his chest and neck, leaving little purple bruises behind.

She had never been this rough with him.

This was different from any other time they’d had sex. . . it made him want things he couldn’t have, and the thought was intoxicating to him.

Her kisses were driving him wild.

“Mmm...you feel so good.” He groaned out, gripping fistfuls of her hair and tilting his head up to meet her mouth.

His hands slid down her back and grasped her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. She gave another small sound of pleasure when he squeezed hard. Grinding up against him again and he swore under his breath as he thrust into her.

‘Yes…’ He panted, his fingers digging into the back of her thighs.

‘Please don’t stop.’ The words were whispered against her lips, muffled by their kiss. He hasn’t felt anything like this in a long time, he hadn’t expected to ever find anyone who makes him feel this good, this passionate about something.

‘I can’t take it anymore…’ With those thoughts filling his mind his movements grew rougher and quicker, his grip on her harder. A low growl escaped his throat and she gasped when he thrust harder and deeper inside of her.

He was close, he was going to come soon.

He pulled her head back just enough for him to see through half lidded eyes, her face twisted with lust and ecstasy, and he grinned widely, watching the change of expression on her face as he came deep inside of her.

He could still barely keep his eyes open, but he didn’t bother to try to stay conscious. After everything he’s gone through, he’d finally gotten some peace of mind and this was exactly where it belonged.

When she moved to lay her head on top of his chest he tightened his arms around her as she let out a contented sigh. He kissed the crown of her head tenderly, holding her tightly.

After a few minutes they settled into a comfortable silence broken only by their shallow breathing.

It wasn’t long until they both fell asleep. . .

‧₊˚✩ - Nuevillette, Zhongli, Xiao, Wriothesely, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Albedo, Megumi fushiguro, Itadori Yuji, dan heng, blade, sampo koski, and many more. . . !

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A/N: I had this in my drafts and it was already completed although I’m trying to get my requests written down but I cant bc I have writers block ATM. And also my schedule has been full almost every single day with work.

[kaeddehara]

♱ — STUDYING WITH ALBEDO — NSFW

+. NOTES — this is a slightly longer than anticipated drabble about your perverted classmate albedo who’s top of his class. he’s been eyeing you for some time and unnoticed by him, you might share those same feelings for him…!

+. WARNINGS — nsfw + mdni + blowjob + virgin bedo + college au + voyerism + exhibitionism + slight hair pulling + shy!virigin!bedo x dominate!experienced!reader !

albedo had a similar routine of study sessions he held for those who asked for help from him. it was few, but in those times, he enjoyed it. often being so quiet and kept to himself, getting to not only talk to others but it being about something he really enjoys? it brings out the absolute best in him! that’s not to say when he found out you wanted to have a study session with him, he practically stuttered over his words and face turned red. having such a cute girl like you wanting to spend time with him was making albedo hot in the face. even if it was just studying. you seemed so sweet, gentle even with a calming energy that matched his own. even then, albedo has little to no experience talking with girls. he often found his eyes wandering and heart pumping so fast he couldn’t hear anything except it. how pathetic he was, overthinking every little detail even though all you probably wanted was some quick studying in.

“albedo?”

you said a little louder to get his attention. he’s been spacing out for some time now and it was starting to worry you. his eyes finally darting everywhere as he regains his focus.

“i-i’m um—“

he stutters over his words which you found adorable.

trying your best to hold back a smirk as you give him a small smile.

“my apologies, start over again with what you were saying”.

so sweet of him.

though, it was a good cover up for how he really was. you’d follow where his pretty blue eyes wandered and sometimes could even make out a faint outline of his bulge in his pants. how cute. he could barley keep it together around you. you started over from where you were as albedo continued your study session. he was surprisingly a good instructor when he got into topics he enjoyed. his otherwise quiet and cold demeanor was soon pushed away. but before you could get too distracted, you asked him a question while he began to pack things up.

“why not let me treat you! it’s well deserved after all”

albedo scratched the side of his face in thought. he didn’t know the next time he’d have a chance like this but what if you weren’t even into him at all? he mentally sighed as he knew he shouldn’t even be thinking of asking you of anything. if anything, you probably just felt bad for him right?

“there’s no need please, im more than happy just to help you with class work”

you sighed a little at his response but also wanted to smile at how respectful he came off.

“how about…i help you out with something else?”

“something else?”

“someone’s gonna see, someone’s gonna- ah-!”

albedo covered his mouth as quickly as he let that pathetic whine out. taking a good look around to make sure no one else was there to witness what was going down. how could you get both of you in such a risky situation? you only continued on your reward for albedo as you tugged at his waist band. he pushed up his glasses up as he tried to regain some control of the situation. your pretty hands teasing their way along albedos rather warm skin. his eyes shut at your touch, being so nervous and going solely based off his bodies reactions.

it felt so foreign yet so heavenly for albedo it was hard to contain any sort of composure. finally pulling down his pants enough to release him, he felt the cold air touch his hot to the touch skin. seething slightly at the feeling, albedo lowly groaned, a hand soon coming to cover his mouth and avoid any unwanted attention or getting caught. letting his cock release from the constriction of his pants as his aching hard cock bobbed under its own weight. from someone of albedos stature, it was a pretty impressive size. such a pretty color and shape too. the soft outline of his v-line tempted you go hard to continue teasing but thought it best to get down to it straight away to save him the build up.

always having a feeling these kinda boys were hiding something. the thickness made you drool at the thought of how nice he would feel stretching you out, but that would have to be saved for another time <3. this only urging yourself to wrap your fingers around him and gently pump his aching cock up and down in rhythmic motions. you looked up to albedo, watching his pretty features become distorted with this overwhelming pleasure.

“f-fuck that feels good”

he couldn’t even hold back his own thoughts anymore. best part was, you hadn’t even gotten to the actual reward.

“you can’t deny me now can you bedo?” you teasingly joked with him as he shifted his hips in his seat to look more natural.

“hah..i guess..”

you giggled at his attempt to keep a cool face and quiet voice even though his heart was racing. as you continued stroking him, you’d watched him become more relaxed, taking this as a sign to move on. you moved your face closer to his swelled tip before looking up to him once more. feeling your breath on his skin was such a heavenly feeling in itself. still keeping that eye contact, you began to give his neglected tip gentle licks and kisses. as you did so you pulled back for a moment to ask albedo a question.

“have you ever gotten a blowjob albedo?” already knowing the answer but still wanting to hear what he had to say.

“n-no..”

you could tell he was embarrassed and you loved hearing that in his voice. smiling, you let your spit begin to drip down one of his many thick, pulsing veins as you once again stroked his now slicked cock. the lewd sounds of albedos cock being pumped while you continued to kiss and lick his tip were already getting you needy.

“guess i’ll be your first then hm?” albedos cheeks where flushed along with his mouth being slightly parted. he looked so pretty all messy for you. he nodded awkwardly but that didn’t last for long as you soon took albedo inside your tight, hot mouth. albedos back practically arched at the feeling. as his hand, out of some sort of instinct, made its way to your hair. you looked up to him while stilling him inside your mouth. he’s so fucking cute you can’t wait to show him what else you can make him feel. starting to bob your head gently up and down albedo still had to get used to the feeling of your mouth.

he’d seen this in porn he’s watched many times before but never would he have imagined it feeling so damn good. his pretty blue eyes becoming half lidded because of the immense pleasure. focusing on your mouth, you moved your hands up to rest of his thigh.

taking glances up to see if albedo was enjoying his first ever blowjob and yet, you could tell he was still so stressed and worried about getting caught. even while knowing there was no one else in the library at that time. squeezing at his thigh and rubbing your thumb into the soft flesh to help him relax and soothe his beating heart. he did appreciate it even while he couldn’t help his body.

“i-i’m so sorry i meant to warn you but-“

albedo cut himself off short when he saw you swallow his cum and lick your lips after. being so in awe of how sensual you were, his pretty class mate licking up his cum in the library after a study session sounded nothing more than a dream after all. putting your hands on his thighs again, you gave him a small smile.

“nothing to be sorry about bedo, you taste nice anyway”

his face was distorted with some sort of rather shocked yet pleased feeling. he pushed up his glasses awkwardly but so cutely after receiving something you’re sure will cloud his mind for weeks. so in awe of how nice you were towards someone like him.

“let’s do this again sometime bedo, next time we can take it to my dorm”

“may i ask— why did you do this for me?”

you smiled gently at his question.

“to thank you for helping me out, it’s only fair right?”

albedo thought about your response momentarily before you leaned in closer to his body.

“also, because i think you’re cute silly”

leaving a small kiss on his thigh, he tensed up but never once denied you of anything. having albedo wrapped around your finger was such an easy task that had been earned <3.

albedo was still twitching slightly from his orgasm, especially his sensitive little thighs, so you took his silence as a compliment. who knew treating that cute, nerdy boy would be such a reward.

“see you next study session yeah?”

[xynwrites]

Roommate! Albedo who tutors you in his free time since it appears that you desperately needs something to cling on to in hopes that you'll pass this exam. He doesn't need monetary payment, he just needs your hole clenching on his dick as compensation for his hard work.

[taking-a-cupcake]

my first ever post 😭😭

i love albedo

[mtchacffinz]

what goes in Dragonspine, stays in Dragonspine

prompt!!! "Albedo" wanted to chat with you today. but he's looks a little.. unwell?

content!!! NSFW, genderneutral!reader, imposterBedo is called 'Dorian', dubious morality, breeding kink if you squint hard enough, dubious consent, humiliation, obsessive undertones, slight! degrading

note!!! hello!! kaf here ~ [reading crumpled note nervously, def not being held hostage] i think susbedo needs love too. And i think he wholeheartedly agrees he deserves it. sorry this is not about sandwiching you with two Albedos.. [looks at smudged handwriting on palm] no albedo allowed.

The fireplace was warm and pleasant. After exchanging words, you lay front. A routine you and Albedo both follow is spending time together wordlessly, inquiring about each other occasionally but not enough to distract each other from your current objectives.

Atleast.. that what was supposed to happen.

In hours where the whole world was engulfed in shadows— where the land was kissed in delicate rays of moon light, Albedo would be caved in his tent way over in Dragonspine. There was something about the solitude in these hours that bring the Alchemist clarity and fresh eyes. In your small quest to find him, you often wander about through the locations he often spends his leisurely time with.

Today might be your lucky day, after all.

Albedo stands across from you, seemingly busy with his manuscripts. From what you remember, he's been working on something that involves cultivation of soil through extreme weather conditions. Setting down your cloak, you greet him with a smile.

"Hello, Albedo." Upon hearing his name, he quickly turns towards you. His face showed parts of surprise before putting down his pent to shift his stolen attention.

As soon as you set yourself down in one corner parallel to his, Albedo makes his way towards you hurriedly. Surprised, you turn your attention towards him.

"What's the matter?" Taken aback by his own movements, Albedo immediately composes himself. Opening up a small distance between you. Albedo has this hesitant look on his face, making you equally nervous.

"Nothing," he starts. "I'm glad you came here today. I don't know how to act at the moment."

Oh? You start to feel a little flustered. Albedo has always been blunt. The flush on your face starts to seep in when he takes your arm, enveloping you in a side hug. It was an awkward position so you guide him towards your arms.

Albedo almost immediately melts into your arms, engulfing you in an embrace with a small sigh. Albedo never went for a hug before. Not before, not even at present. This is his first embrace that was given to you, and it looks like he isn't letting go of you any time soon.. You pat his back comfortingly, attempting to pry those cloudy eyes of his with answers.

"(Y/n), can we stay like this?"

You couldn't even manage to refuse. What's gotten into him? He's never been this bold before. Albedo gingerly plays with your fingertips kissed by Dragonspine's relentless frost. It was as if his hands served at a warm blanket, enveloping it with their warmth. Analyzing his features a little more closely, you can't help but appreciate how beautiful he really is.

Like a painted canvas with delicate strokes. The world really took their time constructing him. It's evident that he was made with something in mind, something much more greater beyond the world— an enigma, a question that leaves unanswered for centuries. The very same blond locks messily framing his face, the other-worldly glint of his birthmark on his neck. You often wonder how nice it would be to give love on a person that was as closed off and busy as he is..

With spying eyes, you could've sworn his lips tinged upwards just a little bit. Despite his flawless and innocent appearance..

Albedo rests your palm on his cheek, seemingly having a world on his own.

..That's not Albedo. That's not my Albedo.

The intuition of a lover can't be deceived nor cheated. It's something that's imbedded in your very heart like some sort of sweeping system that validates every hypothesis you come up with. You know how they feel, their energy or how they talk. A lover is familliar with every fragrant poison that drips out of their halves mouth. A lover simply knows.

Yet despite all that, this entity was extremely adept in enticing you. When your vision couldn't leave Albedo's lips, you knew you were in trouble. Every touch he gives you left you nervous. Even as Albedo put a stray hair behind your ear, you could do nothing but helplessly watch and debate with your inner conscience if this is right.

When he starts to go a little lower with you, it felt as if you were being dragged towards dirt. Like a barren land welcoming you as their new home. It's in his image, and you're engaging shameful acts with it, is that agreeable? As Albedo's lips nibble in your neck, you firmly push him away from you— staring right into his eyes. Your heart was beating fast in your chest as your painfully aware of where his hands currently rest: on every sense of your body.

"You're not Albedo. I know you're not Albedo.." you say almost sadly. Almost disappointed, almost a little softly. "For all I know, you're a hallucination."

"Does that matter?" The entity replies nonchalantly. He caresses your cheeks affectionately. "For all I know, I'm doing you a favor here. Don't you like him?"

"You're a charmer, just like him." You scoff.

"I am him, (Y/n). You should get used to it." he says, placing a chaste peck on your knuckles. The sight alone was enough to make your heart flutter, but the churn in your stomach distracts you from butterflies that will be soon eradicated by poisonous flowers. Just who is this guy? Who is he? What is he? If it could mimic individual behaviour, what else can it do?

Albedo was already decorating your collarbones with kisses, unbuttoning any top clothing that could hinder his lips. The chill of Dragonspine greets your skin earning a shiver from you.

"Are you cold? What do you think about sex by the fire?"

"You say.. things..! So casually! Don't do that!"

"I'm serious, though." He retorts. You face was flushed not only by the cold, but his sheer shamelessness as well. "Do you not like it?" You trying to respond as calmly as you could, but your voice shook to no avail.

"We're not going to have sex, Albedo."

"Oh, but we are. If you didn't want to, you would've pushed me away the moment i kissed you." Fuck. He's not wrong. You sneer at his subtle smirk. The imposter held your hand so gently, like he hasn't been doing any wrong at all. "Do it, (Y/n). Tell me to go away. Tell me you don't want to fuck me, (Y/n). Can you do that? I'll listen to you without hesitation, (Y/n)."

Oh heavens, he really likes saying your name that way.

"Your silence isn't an answer, sweetheart. I'll take it as a no and leave. Do you want that?" Something about engaging with him in his image is conflicting. It's wrong to you, wrong to him. Albedo, Chief Alchemist of Mondstat. Despite knowing this fact, why did you put your lips on him? His tongue is swirling incantations into your spine, you drink every last bit of attention "Albedo" gives you with no restraint whatsoever. The blonds hand trail over to your waistband, tugging onto them so feverishly. You know he wants you just as much as you want him, and that shows just by how the prince licks his lips.

"You're very obedient," you gasp when he slips his hand inside your pants without warning giving your sex a few lazy strokes. His hot breath touches your ears giving you faint surprise. "I was thinking of maybe we'd take our time bantering." He breathes, unlike your Albedo. That's fascinating. Just as the blond leans in for your lips, you pull away to inquire about certain matters.

"I'm not calling you Albedo." You start firmly, looking at him straight in the eyes. He's kinda adorable; looking surprised— impatient trying to curb his own desire. "Which is why I'm going to ask, who are you?" His ocean hued optics dull, a little dramatic. You quickly add once he frowns at you— "I know you're not Albedo, so I.. that's a little unfair."

"I'd prefer if you'd call me Albedo.." he plays with the hem of your shirt, subtly undressing any buttons or zippers. "But if you insist, I go by Dorian."

"Dorian.."

"Dorian." He repeats. "Considerate of you to ask who I am, sweetheart." Right at this moment, he's already taken off your top and bottom. Dorian's teeth sink into the waistband of your undergarments, looking up at you with such pretty eyes. Assisting him by shifting your weight, he was able to get it off just by his mouth alone. With a satisfied hum, Dorian teases your sex with a quick stroke.

Your eyes never leave his figure— specifically his hands. Those slender fingers brushing over your sensitive spots so delicately, that perverted smile in his lips that seems to induce more conflicting feels in your stomach. There was something lewd about how Dorian moves his hands.. especially when he contests your gaze as if his sole purpose was to give you a fine show.

Your heart was already racing, but it started skipping beats once he starts opening his mouth. Dorian's pretty little grunts to his quick breaths— you knew you were already in trouble.

"You're drooling.. you like me that much?" Refusing to look at Dorian in the eye, you quickly avert your gaze towards something else, but he disallows you to as he quickly takes your sensitive sex into his mouth.

"Nnh..! Hold on— Wait! F—uuck..!!" You whine helplessly, grabbing onto his blond locks. "S- Slow down.." The Alchemist swallow your fluids like a craved manwhore, looking so angelic you swore you just twitched a little. Just a little.

Oh, who are you kidding? You're down horrendous.

"Yes please— oh, fuck. You perverted fuck..." Dorian's nose kisses your sensitive areas, doing his best to take you as full as possible while you run your mouth with your hands tangled in his hair. "So eager, so hungry..♡ Look at you eating me up, you're enjoying this too much aren't you?" Dorian only managed to give you a strained hum, seemingly agreeing in delight.

"You already knew I'd come here, don't you Dorian? Because you're a pervert. Because you studied me, didn't you?" You tug on his disheveled locks when he groans to reply. "You're so cruel, Dorian— cornering me like this, you know? Now you're taking your time to let me cu—um...!!" your sentence died in your throat as he suddenly picked up his pace, determined to let you reach your climax. He sucks your sensitive nerves needly, kissing every tip of your sex attentively. Dorian pays very close attention to how you react to certain things, keeping a close eye on where you drag your words and breaths.

"Dorian.. Doriaaan..♡ Don't stop, please?" With the last flick of his tongue, you could feel that knot in your lower stomach collapse— your knees growing rigid and weak, locking Dorian's poor head in place. Your breath hitches, holding onto his hair for dear life eliciting a loud groan from the Alchemist.

The blond looked at you with such deprived eyes, that bulge in his pants becoming a lot more evident. His face scrunches up in discomfort when your knees deliberately brush over his erection.

While you're brain was trying to process your orgasm, Dorian managed to escape your grip, placing his hand on your lips. "Hey, (Y/n). Look at me please? I don't want you looking at anything else.." with a shaky sigh, you peck his lips. Ah, fuck. He's so cute. He's so clingy. Dorian's slowly growing on you, like a stubborn fungi taking over your feeble brain to come follow its own wishes.

He's absolutely enthralled by how you gaze at him with cloudy eyes. Those half lidded eyelids trying it's best to make sense if it's surroundings.. Dorian could guess how you haven't played with yourself for a while, considering how fast you came with just his mouth.

"I can't hold it in anymore. Can I put it in?"

"..Not yet." Dorian's hold on you came firm, further showcasing just how on edge he is. Part of you wants to keep edging him, but how could you do that when he did such a good job trying to make you feel good?

Then again, you feel like you're no saint.

Dorian thinks different. It's a little unfortunate. He thinks maybe if he gives you a little gift, you would have no choice but to stay..

kafka entering ~ this took me soo long! if this ends up being loved, maybe I'll do 2 albedo sandwich in bed 🤔 just maybe ~ do you think i could pull it off?

[nc-vb]

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 pt. ii

That virgin albedo and reader smut was fucking perfect, it was fucking beautiful, it was realistically awkward, I fucking loved everything in it. Now I wanna know if they manage to create a baby? I've heard some couples say they had to do 'it' multiple just to be sure. Just imagine Albedo noticing and acknowledging the almost visible baby bump every time reader visits him (Idk if it's safe for her to visit dragonspine with her condition)

Etsu, my dear, you really got in my head with this ask. I know it was like, three months ago that I promised this part two! But!! It's finally here!!!

masterlist | taglist pt. i | pt. ii | pt.iii

warnings → 18+ (minors & blank blogs dni), no explicit scenes but there’s a lot of suggestion; use of medical & anatomical terminologies; description of vomiting & nausea, & a couple of near-death experiences through cause of embarrassment; not beta'ed (i'm 'eepy (_ _  ) . . z Z).

character mentions → jean, sucrose, kaeya, aether & paimon, bennett

wc → 9.8k

Lately, you’ve dreaded mornings. Today is no different.

It hadn’t been so long ago that the sun peaking through your curtains meant just another day of peace for you and the people of Mondstadt. Gone were the days of cowering beneath the belly of a corrupted dragon and within your homes to avoid being swept away by its fierce winds— it’d been so long where you were even able to enjoy having your lunches atop the Knight’s headquarters rather than in your office; you had been grateful.

Glaring over at your window, you find yourself wishing the sun would fizzle out of existence. You’d wished your curtains could be as black as the depths of the Abyss, and that the nest of chirping birds sat outside of your window would finally “fly the coop”.

Every little sensation seems to exist solely to set you off and create a mood you’d been stuck in until late in the evenings, and every little movement had only made the strange nausea you’d been experiencing even worse than normal. It’d been for the latter reason why you’d begun to keep a large pot at your bedside, as for whatever unfair reason, you’d been struck with a case of morning sickness so debilitating that after your first attempt of crawling to the toilet bowl before last night’s midnight snack could be expelled and was expelled, you’d learned your lesson.

Still half-tucked in the sheets of your bed, you shift in discomfort, a strange burning sensation ripples beneath your tongue. In your haste to sit up, you become tangled on your way to reaching for the pot, yanking it unceremoniously from your bedside table and into your awaiting lap— and, just in time.

Eyes squeezed shut, you start heaving over the rim, chin hanging inside the bowl of the pot, and with a trembling left hand, you keep your face clear of obstacles and—

Gross, gross, gross, gross… the colour, the smell, the sound it makes from all the water you’d consumed since before falling asleep— you vomit once more from the sensory overload. Heartburn would follow indubitably afterwards; a side effect to a side effect, and no amount of medicine would subdue it.

At the very least, there has always been the calm before the storm continued, a lull in which you could get out of bed and tend to yourself before the rest of the symptoms could appear. And so, you finally rise, having swung your shaky legs over the edge of your mattress and dragging the sloshing pot along with you to dispose of its contents. You hold your breath and squint, eyes open only wide enough for you to ensure your vomit spills safely into the toilet bowl.

“Gross,” you repeat, voice rasping.

It’s been almost two weeks of this… With a face cloth you’d used from last night, you run it beneath cool water and practically slap it against your face, unflinching from the amount of water dripping from it and onto yourself. Just how much longer can it possibly continue for?

Somehow, it didn’t even occur to you the reason why you’d gotten sick so suddenly. The sudden exhaustion, the sudden aching in your chest, the sudden morning nausea— because of it, you’d been late to work almost every day since. The acting Grand Master had been sympathetic; as things have been surprisingly quiet in regards to the records department, Jean encouraged you to take your time and to rest well before attempting to work.

“We may not say it enough, but we really do rely on you, and appreciate what you do for us, ______. Please, rest well.”

Of course, you knew that they did. Some of the knights certainly might not be as vocal as others, but the sheepish smiles of apology they wear when they hand you a new pile of field reports or copies of finance charts proved enough. Even when Grand Master Varka was still around, he’d throw “thank you’s” at you like candy, too the point where it got so sickeningly sweet that you had to beg him to stop.

But Jean’s reminder of all of this, when the knights are so overextended and too tired to muster even a fake smile, is also enough. That’s why you’ve been resting as much as possible, returning immediately home when the clock tolled for the seventeenth hour, doing minimal chores around your abode in an attempt to surplus your energy and resting in bed immediately after that, so you could return to them healthy.

But is this what death feels like? Has some strange illness crept into Mondstadt? Was that sweet honey chicken from Good Hunter you ate last night not cooked thoroughly enough? Or…

Your thoughts stutter when your eyes move from your mirror to out you door, and land on a wooden board hung up above your night stand. Memories, as many as you could nail to it, resided there. Receipts from your favourite lunch dates with your friends and coworkers; a ticket from a popular opera performance you attended, put on by the famous Yun Jin; and, photos taken with the new Kamera model, gifted to you on your last birthday. Vividly, you could remember the events of each day that the pictures took place in.

The one of you and the other department heads, captains, and Grand Masters, was one you struggled to take, in the sense of timing; everyone had been everywhere, yet you managed to find a split second for them to come together for this single memory. And so you’d set the timer, ten seconds for everyone to get into position, and in the last two seconds, poor Mika had just managed to sidle into frame next to you wearing a tired, photo-ready smile.

Another photo had been Kaeya’s attempt to take a front-facing picture of himself with you, asleep at your desk, your cheek resting on the ink stamp pad— a second image had also been taken, of you waking up and taking in the situation, followed by a third of you attempting to catch Kaeya as he ran away and back to his own office (lunch was purchased as an apology, and you had made a copy of the photos for him), all strung together in chronological order.

There are several miscellaneous photos about, too, such as of you and some of the cats at the Cat’s Tail Tavern and some scenery shots from all over Mondstadt. But the one that catches your attention and instantly has your tired, thoughtless brain piecing together your symptoms is the one you’d taken on a timer of you and Albedo out front the doors of his lab, you, with your arms crossed and smiling, and he with his arms down at his sides, unsmiling, but his expression kept a warmth to it as in the picture, he’d been looking at you.

Even the thought of being the object of his affection brought heat to your cheeks. Somehow, during your illness, you managed to forget what the reason behind yours’ and Albedo’s curiosity had been — is he capable of reproducing? — and by extension, the list of symptoms you knew you had to watch out for. Considering they began almost two weeks ago now, and all you’ve done thus far is let it cripple you for half of your mornings, rather than make a visit to an apothecary or report your symptoms to either Albedo or Sucrose (who’d been brought up to speed on what the experiment entailed, and, despite her explicit embarrassment, had been asked to be available for result submissions while he remains out of the city for the next three weeks).

Maybe she’d been why you hadn’t bothered reporting anything to her— in trying to save face and spare the both of you from an awkward conversation, you’d kept your less than mild symptoms a secret from even the Acting Grand Master to make sure it didn’t get around that you were a sickly mess. Yet somehow, you’d forgotten along the way that morning sickness, of all things, is a clear sign of pregnancy. How you managed to let yourself stay ignorant these past couple of weeks frustrates you; to spare yourself even further, you easily deign to blame it on the confusion brought forth from your constant nausea. It’s been almost seven weeks since then, ______, you tell yourself. Otherwise, you’ve finally reached a point of clarity, enough to remind you of your responsibilities and how you’ve neglected them.

Even your reflection looks peeved. Or maybe it’s the lingering nausea.

You spit your soured saliva into the sink, drawing your gaze away from the mirror discouraging reflection of you and toward focusing on brushing the taste of bile and yesterday’s dinner off your tongue. Upon reentering your room once you’d finished the rest of your morning hygiene routine, you dare to gander at the small clock resting atop your windowsill, and sigh.

“Ten after eleven,” you mutter, yanking your pyjamas down your trembling legs. “A new record of tardiness.” Nude, you cross to your armoire and pull together a simple, comfortable outfit. So far, half of your wardrobe had managed to offend you by being too rough on your skin— it made you feel claustrophobic, oversensitive, and you’d wanted nothing more than to see them burnt to ashes—

A rhythmic knock on the wood of your door startles you from your flame-fueled daydream. Carefully shoving your arms through the sleeves of your shirt so as not to over-exert yourself, you make your way down the steps from the second floor, holding onto the banister to stay balanced. You end up pulling the door open halfway through the same pattern of knocking, revealing a familiar tanned face.

“Well, good morning.”

You can’t help the frown that settles deeper into your face at the rehearsed smile Kaeya wears— rehearsed for your sake, because the last time he showed up here out of the blue to check on you, you looked to be near death, and he certainly didn’t bother to hide its obviousness.

“… I think I’d rather you be grimacing at me like before,” you admit, shaking your head and stepping aside to allow him in. “You know, potentially holding back your own vomit, perhaps? Somehow, I think I’d be less offended...”

A dry, hesitant laugh escapes him as he shuts the door behind him, and almost nervously, he glances around your foyer, eyes flitting past the wooden arches and into the small kitchen, toward the mess of used dishes and pots by your sink and the numerous wrapping articles stemming from your lack of energy toward cooking— in recent times, you’d been the Good Hunter’s most loyal customer.

“Still ill, I see,” he notes quietly awhile following you back up to the second floor. Though, in your small apartment, it’s easily heard. “It hasn’t gotten any better?”

“Nope,” you mumble. A strange smell suddenly punches the air ahead of you, one that you cautiously sniff at and almost immediately, you recognize it. Having sat down on your bed again, boots in hand, you pull them on and pull up on the zippers, one by one; “I don’t know how much more I can take resting like I’ve been. I’m tired of being tired.”

“Then why not visit a doctor?”

“Because I don’t need to visit one…” Because it’s not a doctor I need to see first, you think. “Honestly… I probably know what it is, but…”

“Oh? A stomach bug, perhaps?”

You’ve never had to summon so much willpower to not laugh before as you do now.

“Yes… m-most likely.” From his place, leaning against your front door, arms crossed, and only one visible eye lidded in scrutiny at you, of which you take notice of from the corner of your own eye, you can only assume the experience hardened Cavalry Captain knows you’re hiding something before it finally clicks. “Kaeya—”

“Yes?” You scowl at his instantaneous reply.

“I should’ve asked this sooner, but I’ve been seeing you quite often at my front door lately. Just why do you keep coming over?” This time, he doesn’t immediately answer.

“… to check up on a subordinate, of course,” he finally says.

“I’m not your subordinate.”

“A subordinate.”

“I don’t belong under your regiment, nor any regiment, for that matter— I run my own department.”

“We still work quite closely together, though, wouldn’t you say? And, we’re friends.”

“Then why wasn’t that your first answer, over “subordinate”?”

“I—” he stops himself from speaking any further, lips painting a thin line across the lower half of his face.

“The truth would probably be easier,” you point out. “It’s funny, though, because you’re usually so careful about these types of things…”

“Sorry?” You hold back an annoyed breath.

“You smell like broth.” At the confused look on his face, you quickly add, “Not food broth. It’s a chemical used in laboratories. Like, Sucrose’s, for example.” And you raise an eyebrow at him. “Kaeya.”

His sigh is long and drawn out, and rather absentmindedly, he begins playing with the feathers of his cape.

“Fine. You caught me.” You scoff at his sudden petulance. “I overheard a conversation between Sucrose and Albedo from a few weeks ago… about an experiment the two of you had been involved in together.”

“A-And what about it?” you inquire hotly— Just what did he overhear?!

“I was right to assume that you wouldn’t say a word if there’d been anything to report about it— not to Sucrose, at least. Albedo, however… Well, I’m sure I’m not the only one to have noticed, but the two of you have been thicker than a pair of thieves lately, even more so than usual. I don’t think I’ve seen him so reluctant to have to return to Dragonspine before.”

While you wish you could argue each and every one of his observations — damn that Kaeya and his stupidly keen eye! — even you had to admit that the chief alchemist had been acting increasingly out of character. From his task to Sucrose, to short handwritten letters delivered to you every other day meant to ask for any news, and even the small argument the two of you had gotten into over him remaining in Mondstadt to watch over you, instead— Kaeya insinuating your sudden closeness to him isn’t far off at all, which is exactly the opposite of what you’d hoped would happen.

“… obviously you visited Sucrose for a reason,” you say after a minute of silent deliberation, “and clearly it’d been for a long enough time that you now smell like a portable laboratory. How much did you overhear that day? Because for you to go to her out of curiosity, it must’ve been because you heard enough.”

Kaeya clears his throat lightly, and to your horror, his own brand of blush rises atop his sharp cheeks. “That… indeed, is the case.” Lips parted to speak, you struggle to even find the proper words to say, but only the most uncouth sputtering is conjured. Not knowing what your reaction will be, Kaeya steps forward, hands raised in defence of himself, “Don’t be embarrassed—”

“”Don’t be embarrassed”?!” you exclaim back at him— you instantly reel, your head spinning from having suddenly raised your voice. “… t… there’s nothing more embarrassing than this.”

“Just… stay calm, ______…” Kaeya shakes his head, an awkward chuckle tearing itself from its throat. “I… For once, I’m at a loss for words…”

“You say this like it’s a bad thing,” you mutter.

“I suppose it’s not… but… I’m simply… surprised. Can I ask why?”

“You just said you were at a loss for words!” you grumble. Pushing yourself off your bed, you snatch up your satchel from the end corner bedpost and your cloak from the standing coat rack, and move Kaeya and yourself in the direction of the downstairs exit.

“But why all of a sudden like that? Really, I could say it isn’t like you, but it’s truly not like Albedo at all—””We got curious,” you hiss, interrupting his speculation.

“Of what?”

“None of your business, that’s what.”

“Of what having sex feels like?” You nearly drop your house key, your hands trembling. “After all, you did once tell me that you were still a—”

“Sure, Kaeya, that’s exactly what the curiosity was all about! Not that I couldn’t have gone and experimented with anybody else or anything like that.” Hoping that by his silence, your answer has placated him, you take the time in the quiet to finally, successfully, lock your apartment. You’re quick to travel down the staircase, each step creaking loudly beneath you as you move, and stirring Kaeya from his thoughts.

“No, that wouldn’t make sense for the good alchemist to do,” he mumbles behind you, “so then it must have something to do with his research? Oh. You did just say “experiment”, didn’t you? Hm… an aphrodisiac, perhaps?”

“Archons alive…”

“Yes, yes— did he make you drink anything? Eat anything? A potion to improve one’s libido— now that would be a fascinating experiment.”

“That sounds like a terrible thing to make,” you shoot back, shaking your head at him. “You want a stronger libido?”

Kaeya chuckles at you, and you immediately realize you’ve spoken incorrectly.

“Are you implying that yours is strong enough? Or, his? How did he perform, anyhow? I can’t imagine he’s had much practice.”

“Oh, not quite so unlike yourself, right?” Kaeya chokes out a cough at your knowing glance. “”Mondstadt’s number one bachelor”— do they know you’ve yet to even enter a relationship? Talking about a stronger libido… Perhaps you should use the one you have now and go from there? Or, attempt courting someone first— Barbatos knows you already have a plethora of fans waiting for an opportunity to jump your bones—!”

Rather harshly, he’d reached next to him to clasp a hand over your mouth and behind your head, an attempted non-nervous laugh fleeing past gritted teeth and a fake smile— the fellow knight that passes the two of you by whilst on his morning patrol raises an eyebrow and shakes his head, secretly curious, but not enough so for him to desire receiving any similar strange behaviours from the Ordo Favonius’ Cavalry Captain as you, their records keeper, just had.

“Suppose it’s a bit too early for that kind of talk, hm?” Beneath a clammy palm, you can’t help but snicker at him. Hypocrite.

“Maybe,” and you drag his hand away. “I know you’re a busy man and all, Kaeya, but there’s no harm in pursuing a relationship, or even something more casual if that’s your fancy.”

The two of you manage to sigh in unison in time with beginning your ascent to headquarters, yours sounding more relaxed now that you’d managed to subdue Kaeya’s curiosity. But it’s not like you couldn’t understand it— if you were in his position, you’d likely be nosey about it, too.

“There’s just… no one available for my interest, is all,” Kaeya relents. “And besides, who has time for new relationships, with all the work to do in fixing up Mondstadt?”

“Hm, not even with that Traveler? It seemed like you two hit it off as friends fairly easily. I don’t see why—”

“-_____!”

In your attempt to begin matchmaking your friend, and your remaining sickly stupor that had you leaning into him, you don’t immediately register that it’d been your name to be called until it’s shouted once more. You flinch, head snapping up to the top step in front of headquarters where an… unfortunately familiar face stands.

“S-Sucrose,” you end up stammering, and your entire body jerks to a stop. “W-What are you—? I-I’m… surprised to see you outside the laboratory…”

Quickly, you hustle up the rest of the steps, and though it leaves you winded, you’re at least energized enough by the embarrassed heat that flooded you from Kaeya’s own knowing look as he followed the two of you down the cobbled street.

“I visited your office to find you, but one of the guards said you hadn’t arrived yet today. I got worried, a-and came to find you, but it seems Captain Kaeya found you first. But you look terrible, ______— I-I mean! I-I didn’t mean to say it like that, I—”

“No, no, you’re right; I do look terrible,” you murmur. “I… It’s something I’d actually like to speak to you about, Sucrose…”

“Oh? If it’s a cold, I do have a special recipe I once created, though it will take a few hours to brew, and I believe I am out of Slime Concentrate…”

“W-What a shame it is, then, that you’re out of Slime Concentrate…” You hold back the gag you’d almost released upon recalling the experiment you and Albedo performed after the experiment— What a texture… “But no, it’s not… a cold. It’s actually about what you and Albedo spoke of a couple of weeks ago.”

“A couple of weeks ago…” Sucrose pauses at the bottom of the stairs to headquarters, a hand on her chin, and while still lost in her memory recall, her skin tone begins to clash with her mint green hair. “Oh!! About… the experiment you and… Albedo… c-conducted, right?” You nod, albeit hesitantly. Kaeya hides his chuckling with another cough. “Then, we probably should head back inside to the laboratory… Though, I would’ve asked you to come with me there, anyway.”

“Hm? What for?”

“Well… because Albedo is here in Mondstadt today.”

You could have fainted. You should have fainted— it might’ve gotten you out of having to face not only Sucrose, but the man you both dreaded having to see, and desired to see almost painfully so.

The time the two of you spent in his mountainside laboratory had been lengthened by how severe the squall raging outside it had become. You’d thought yourself clever for having thought to pack so aggressively, being warned of Dragonspine’s unpredictability by one of your coworkers upon mentioning your intent to visit Albedo there. And so, half a day became half a week, the two of you surviving off of the squishy treats you’d brought along as a gift, hearty stew made from what ingredients Albedo had left near the entrance to his laboratory, and an assortment of dried fruits you’d prepared the week prior in preparation for your journey.

The events of what had transpired over the course of those three days and nights, varied. That non-freezing adventurer’s water you had theorized over, and that Albedo had concocted a solution and balanced a formula for, had been completed faster than you had expected. With his next planned experiment put on hold until visibility improved, he thought to fill his time with you.

“There isn’t a guarantee that doing this once is enough for the sperm and the egg to take,” he’d explained. “I once read that persistent copulation is sometimes necessary in receiving positive results… If you feel you’re well-rested enough, shall we go again?”

… and again, and again, and again…

So deeply lost in your own thoughts, your mind’s eyes replay those shared moments, recalling just how unexpectedly lascivious Albedo had grown since having his first taste of sexual intimacy with you— no, that’s incorrect. The sudden change in his expressions, from the usual cat-like curiousness you’d been accustomed to seeing in him, to the purest form of lust and desire upon receiving your affection, true affection, and not emotions forced by the parameters of an experiment— the change in the Chalk Prince had been instantaneous, and it had been something you could never deny. You, nor anyone else who has crossed paths with the alchemist, has ever witnessed anything so lewd and wanton from him.

And you, alone, had been the honoured one in his reciprocation.

It doesn’t even register that you’d entered the Knights of Favonius’s headquarters until you bump into a soft object. Blinking quickly, you realize you’d run into Kaeya from behind, simultaneously taking in the familiar chess flooring pooled around your feet. In its recent cleaning, you spot a bit of your reflection through a black tile and quickly recognize the expression you wear to be of a flustered nature.

“Hm?” Kaeya glances behind him and at you in time to catch you rubbing at your cheeks. “You alright, ______?”

“Yep, and I don’t want to talk about it,” you’re quick to respond. Eyes flit across your face and with a shake of his head, Kaeya snickers. “Sucrose, is Albedo in the lab with you today?”

“When I left him to find you, he had still been in his office,” she explains from ahead, “waiting for… you.”

“Oh,” is all that you manage to say.

“B-But, I figure that I should ask for a blood sample from you today, since it’s been a little over two weeks… Albedo wasn’t… happy, that you haven’t been reporting in anything, j-just to warn you…”

“Well!” You jump at the abruptness of your male companion, hand over your chest to comfort your startled heart. “I suppose I should be saying reporting to our Acting Grand Master for late duty,” Kaeya says. Your scowl, it being your first instinct to send one his way, quickly morphs into an expression of surprise.

“What? This wasn’t your break? Don’t tell me you just skipped out on working, Kaeya? Wait, no— you used me as an excuse to skip out on working, didn’t you? Wait, even worse! You’ve done this eight times in two weeks! Kaeya!”

He peers down at you, and in his failure to mask his amusement, “I was simply performing a good deed on a quiet day, where my talents would have been wasted sitting behind a desk to write a non-existent report. And look at that! I saved you the trouble of having to file it!”

“Quiet days, you mean? And, it’s my job to file reports,” you grumble at him, sighing. “If not for your actual talents as a knight, I would never understand how you became a captain…” With a sigh, you finally relent. “… I should check in with Jean, too, before I go with you, Sucrose.”

“Sure.” She nods. “I’ll meet you in there.”

Eyes stuck on her retreating form, Kaeya has to nudge you back into focus.

“Now who’s using who as an excuse?”

With your left hand’s knuckles stinging from where it connected with Kaeya’s clothed bicep, and Kaeya aggressively rubbing at the very same spot, the two of you enter the Grand Master’s office a moment later after receiving permission to enter from the female voice inside.

“______,” Jean greets you, rising from her seat and rounding her desk to meet you and Kaeya. “I’m glad to see you’re looking a little better than how I’d left you yesterday. Are you feeling any better?”

Your chuckle is dry. “I wish I could report that this was the case, ma’am, but seeing as I’m this late today, well…”

“That’s… a fair point. The good news is, things have been rather quiet here in terms of any reports, so please don’t work yourself ragged trying to get them all done in one day?”

“I—” your sentence catches in your throat, and instead, you laugh again, knowing full well of your intentions to completely them before you had to return home again. “Yes, ma’am; I’ll take my time.”

“Good. Then, you are dismissed; I also hear Albedo is looking for you?” You nod. Jean smiles warmly at you one last time and nods before directing her attention onto your blue-haired escort. “As for you, Kaeya…”

The man gives you a fleeting look of desperation, not having expected Jean to actually start chastising him. You offer a slight shrug and a short wave of your hand before fleeing the office in search of Sucrose.

Once or twice, I could understand, but almost ten and without telling our Acting Grand Master? Out loud and away from your thoughts, you click your tongue mock-disapprovingly, but in fact, you were utterly touched that Kaeya would risk reprimand just to check on you. You hadn’t asked him to, after all, and yes, he’d just been a good friend for doing so, but his choice, his punishment. I hope he doesn’t actually get in trouble, though… not for me. Well, maybe I’ll treat him to something nice later as thanks.

You’re quick to climb the grand staircase within headquarters, taking a sharp right up the stairs to the second floor to the alchemy wing. There, and two floors above your records office, one would find both the laboratory and Albedo’s office, and thankfully, for safety reasons, there’d been nearly a whole half building of difference between even those two rooms. Any accident within the laboratory would give time to spare any materials and or documents within Albedo’s office with a simple defence rune activated by a danger trigger, courtesy of the Knights of Favonius’ Magical Inquiry Division Captain.

The laboratory would be the first room one would encounter on their venture into the west wing, the door adorned with a simple sign of caution to those wanting to enter it. Not that many did besides the two people under Albedo’s apprenticeship; Kaeya, apparently, whenever he feels nosey enough; Grand Master Varka, when he’d still been in Mondstadt, but more likely for his own personal curiosities of alchemy; Jean, as the Acting Grand Master, and actually for the purpose of her duties; and, you, whenever you’d been in search of Albedo, also for your own personal reasons.

Quite suddenly, your chest decides to squeeze when you’d reached for the handle. Wasn’t it just anxiety? You’re only visiting Sucrose; you won’t be seeing Albedo until after your testing gets done. So then, a premonition?

Having dawdled enough, you twist the knob and shove the door forward. Heavy, it creeks upon its hinges to announce your arrival. Not bothering to open it all the way, you slip in through the few feet wide space and shut the door behind you with a bang. You spin on your heel, an apology hanging off your tongue for Sucrose for the loud interruption, when the air in your chest catches in your throat— at least this time, it isn’t due to the scent of broth.

“Oh, ______. There you are.”

You startle easy, greeted not by the green-haired alchemist you’d been entrusted to, but by the man who entrusted you to her, and swallow harshly, the flesh of your cheeks quick to bloom with warmth.

“A-Albedo,” you stammer, hand pressed against your chest when you exhale. “Hi.”

“Hello. I was about to come looking for you; Sucrose mentioned that you arrived and met with Jean. I was just about to come and find you.”

“O-Oh, I…” You mentally curse at your unintelligibility, but his appearance had caught you just that off-guard. “Sorry, I— I was expecting Sucrose.”

“I had a task I needed to delegate that she has assisted me with before, and she offered to assist me again. So instead, I’ll be overseeing this… belated check-up.”

Your lips instantly drop into a tight-lipped frown. He’s upset, you realize, tiptoeing further into the laboratory. Ugh, I should’ve just come sooner. He can probably already tell something’s wrong—

“Come in; take a seat here, please.” You do, having just passed him as he sets up multiple objects on a metal tray, shuffling back on your behind until you hit the backrest. Albedo spins, clutching the tray tight to transfer it to the table closer to you, and his eyes flit upwards to examine your pallor. “______, you look pale.”

“Oh, I’ve been a bit under the weather lately,” you tell him. Spotting a stethoscope on the tray, you begin willing your heart to calm down. It doesn’t.

“For how long? Sucrose didn’t mention anything in her report,” Albedo hums, glancing to a clipboard. “It only mentioned that you had taken time off.”

“Only Jean and Kaeya knew about this, and Kaeya had only found out due to his own curiosities… And, um, for about… two weeks now...”

There is a brief pause from the man that has you correcting your already-stiff posture, your spine hitting the wooden backrest hard enough to have you jolt even straighter— “I’m sorry. I’m… I’m sorry I lied in those letters to you. Honestly, I… I don’t know why I decided to do that. I didn’t want you to worry about me, o-or something like that… I’m just… I’m sorry.”

Albedo finally looks to you, his eyes having been pointed down at his clipboard for so long that you began to fear something potentially greater than disappointment from him. What’s worse than disappointing Albedo, though? a part of you wonders woefully, and it had been right. Because his promise to you that he would not leave you on your own through any of this venture was made with a conviction that blazed brighter than the fire burning in his caveside laboratory the night your fools’ experiment took place.

And once more, like when you’d assumed wrongly of him that same night, you’d managed to slight him again by denying him your candor.

A comforting hand extends toward you all the same, to rest itself on one of your shoulders.

“If, subconsciously, you’re thinking yourself to be some kind of burden to me by reporting every little change in your health, or if I’ve burdened you by tasking you with reporting to me, then… I apologize.”

Your shoulders sag at the realization, and you raise a hand to hold his.

“Albedo, n-no, it’s nothing like that at all— I promise. I just… really didn’t want you to worry about me when you’re so busy, especially as something as small as this. I was going to tell Sucrose today about everything, so she could justify me bothering you with a detailed report.”

“I like hearing from you,” he says, and squeezes your hand in return. “No matter how small… I like being able to stay in touch when I’m so far away from Mondstadt. Even hearing about the most mundane things of your day, I find joy in. But hearing that you’ve been ill and on your own in taking care of yourself… I would’ve come back sooner.”

“But that’s what I mean. What if it’s just a cold? Then it’s nothing I haven’t already handled before, and I would have just inconvenienced you.”

“And what if it’s not?” he counters— you knew he would, the second you stopped speaking. “Symptoms of influenza or symptoms of pregnancy— should it matter?”

“I… no… but also, yes— I-I get where you’re coming from here, Albedo, but the second I would find out the results, you know I would’ve contacted you immediately.”

Albedo shakes his head. “Your well-being has always been important to me— now, even more so, and for obvious reasons. It doesn’t matter what it might be. If you’re feeling unwell, please tell me.”

“I…” You weren’t going to argue, even before you’d been on the receiving end from his stern expression, but you go tight-lipped, only spewing the answer you know he wants to hear. Because he’d been right, after all. There hasn’t been a time where he hadn’t shown concern for you— not before that day, not when you’d been scaling Dragonspine and braving both the cold and one of its resident Frostarm Lawachurls, and not when in the throes. And you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him that. In fact, finally accepting the truth of it, yourself, “Okay.”

Partial frustration transforms into a look of relief on Albedo, and in response, you exhale, experiencing the same sense.

“I’m going to take a listen to your heart, now.” Albedo pulls his hands from yours to grab the stethoscope from his tray, your own curling into your lap in wait for him to begin examining you. Earpieces fitted gently into the curve of his ears, “Could you lift your shirt for me?”

“Y-Yes…” You pull at the material of your blouse until it untucks from the waistband of your slacks, holding it high above your navel and sitting a little more upright when he presses the larger of the two circles beneath your left breast.

His fingertips, neutral in temperature like the rest of him, brush across your abdomen in absentminded wait— you’re not sure if he realizes he’s doing it or not, but you don’t ask, already still so nerve-wracked at seeing him sooner than you’d planned. It hadn’t only been out of the guilt from not keeping him apprised on you that you weren’t ready to see him— no, it had been the fact that throughout your illness, and despite the effects your symptoms had on you, you just couldn’t stop replaying your time with him behind your eyes.

Albedo’s hand shifts the diaphragm along your skin to rest against the sideward swell of your right breast.

“Your heart rate just increased,” he notes aloud. You swallow harshly, and avert your eyes when he tries raising his gaze to yours. “______?”

“… it’s not because of my symptoms,” you murmur, and busy yourself in watching the gentle simmering of some green liquid over on the furthest table.

“… would you indulge my curiosity if I were to ask, then, what it’s from?”

Your lower lip quivers as hot anxiety courses beneath your flesh, and you pin the trembling thing down between chittering teeth.

Wordlessly, Albedo continues, a haggard silence having come down on you and your forced patience. He listens to your uncooperative heart from three more points before he shifts behind you, only to pause.

“You can lower your shirt on your end, ______,” he says. You nod, releasing the material and letting it fall back into place. “I’m going to listen to your breathing now.”

What awful timing, you irritably muse, as when he lifts your shirt up without proper warning, your breathing hitches. And instead of pressing the stethoscope against you again, you feel the cool relief of his palm on your ribcage; a gesture meant to comfort.

“You’re extremely warm… ______, are you in any pain?”

It does anything but.

“Your breathing is a bit shallow, too— have you been experiencing any shortness of breath?”

Because I’m ill? “No,” you answer. Because of you? “Yes.”

When Albedo hums in contemplation — a habit long since formed — you immediately note his confusion, and sigh at him.

“I’m tired,” you inform him. His hand draws away from you, a slow drag across flaming hot skin. “Constantly. I don’t normally sleep in because of work, but I’ve been unable to wake up unless I get a minimum of ten hours of rest. I have migraines so often that I just sleep even more. I ordered traditional Liyuen medicine to be delivered last week and it’s been my saving grace. My lower back… is always so sore, and I’ve used the bathroom more in the past two weeks than I might have in an entire month. And if I even smell Fisherman’s Toast again, I will vomit. Oh, I’ve been doing a lot of that, too,” you add. “Like clockwork, every day at eleven in the morning.

“But my shallow breathing, fast-beating heart have nothing to do with those.”

You heave one last heavy breath before slumping back against your chair, but instead of solely meeting the backrest, you hit the plush of Albedo’s chest. There’s a tickle against your cheek when he leans forward over your shoulder, his bangs dangling to invade your space, a gesture you return when you lean further into him; you reach up for him, targeting his closest ear, and pulling the stethoscope’s earpiece from it.

“It’s you,” you whisper. “I’m hot and bothered because of what you did to me… and I can’t get it out of my mind.”

The stethoscope comes untethered from his opposite ear, clattering to the floor; you hear the glass shatter. You’re more surprised that with his expert reflexes, Albedo didn’t bother to catch it— but you can understand why, since you’d just unbuttoned and slipped off your blouse with your lips pressed to his jaw.

“______,” Albedo calls to you— shaky hands find their way to your shoulders, your biceps; they anchor to you so strongly that you can’t tell if he’s trying to encourage you or stop you. “______…”

“What, ‘bedo?” You pull your shirt away, dropping it to the side. “You don’t want to?”

“I… We… We should… take blood samples first…”

“First?” you echo, leaning forward out of his grasp and glancing back to see his eyes blown wide and his pale cheeks flushed like the reddest rose. “I don’t think an hour difference will make the probability of me being pregnant by you any higher or lower…”

You turn back around, and rise out of the seat to instead straddle the stool. Draping your arms over his shoulders, you pull him close, and smile. He gulps.

“Help me out with that belt again, would you?”

Pure silence coats the entirety of the laboratory now, a stark, black and white contrast to what made up that same hour spent filling it with such lascivious noise— even making the comparison after noting the difference has pink crawling across Albedo’s cheeks again. It’s quiet again, after all. And in waiting for the results of the test done to your blood, there hadn’t been much else he could distract himself with.

You made it difficult, after all. Not in an aimless sense, of course— sure, the very first time the two of you engaged in an act of coitus, your inexperience shined, one guiding the other and vice-versa into the throes of pleasure and painless copulation. There were several times post-”loss-of-virginity” that you ended up taking the lead, and not for the fault of either of you, but there’d been something about you taking charge that had Albedo’s head swimming with thoughts of you while he’d been on his lonesome in Dragonspine, waiting for a proper reason to return to Mondstadt without being questioned— he would return for you, after all. In a heartbeat.

In his attempt to shake off any further inappropriate thoughts, his head tossing left to right, he catches your attention with a raise of your brow.

“Something on your mind?” you muse at him, unable to hold back a chuckle at his deadpan stare your way. His pursed lips and rouged fleshed are a dead giveaway.

“Nothing worth mentioning,” he’s quick to reply, voice cracking partway through. You laugh again, a little more heartily, when he moves away from you and toward the desk. “… the solution should be ready to use now.”

“Okay.”

According to Albedo, blood testing for the purpose of pregnancy discovery isn’t particularly common— in fact, it’s an entirely new concept that not many have adopted. It would certainly change how the medical practices across Teyvat would treat similar cases, but according to him, it would be a while until it could be universally adopted. The more data recorded using it, the sooner it would.

Two experiments in one, you think as you watch Albedo use a dropper to collect the liquid to drop into the vial of your blood. He sets it aside, grabbing for a thin glass stir stick of sorts to combine the two.

You find yourself watching him, for his reactions, rather than for whatever reaction the solution would cause. The flutter of eyelashes as he blinks in incredulity; every small twitch in the muscles around his jaw as his lips part dubiously; how his shining turquoise eyes have somehow managed to grow a little brighter, a little wider, a little more… more…?

“______… look.” He gestures down at the table with a nod of his head, but and you have to tear your own eyes off of him. Within the vial, it is no longer the dark red you remember it had been only seconds ago— considering the solution had been clear, the sudden change in hue made zero sense.

“What… am I supposed to be seeing?” you ask, eyes narrowed at the vial. “Why is it blue?”

“The colour change,” he explains, breathless. “It wouldn’t have changed if… you weren’t pregnant.”

“I…” You look back to Albedo, eyebrows teetering the border of your forehead in disbelief. His head whips your way, his own eyelids blown as physically far apart as possible. “It… worked…?”

“It… did.”

You reach up for him, a single hand rising from your side to hold onto his shoulder. Too many emotions have made themselves known to you, all too quickly to register without dizzying you; Albedo holds your hand in its place before it can slip away, his eyes never leaving yours.

He can tell how deeply you’re allowing yourself to process the news. Maybe, he figures, you thought it wouldn’t work at all. To not believe in the possibility after not only the time spent together up in Dragonspine, but all of the time shared with one another before then and in the past three years— maybe, you were still concerned that he might not live up to the promise made to be at your side through not only the experiment, and not only through the pregnancy, itself, but for the years after.

You never questioned anything past said promise. You never assumed he’d go and break it on you, either. If anything, him being busy with his assigned duties, personal research, and Klee (of course) hadn’t been something you would hold against him, and quite comparatively, you already had much more time on your hands thanks to your early morning to late afternoon position. And being that you are the lead of your own department, it would be so simple to bring your child into work with you. You’d have your office in the records department set up to your convenience. And, if you ever needed a moment to yourself, you’re quite sure your fellow Knights would have no problem doting over your child in your place. And with any luck, the child would be mild-mannered like its father, and as it grew older, it would be inquisitive, insatiably curious, and indubitably kind.

No, you could only be so honoured in having a child by this wonderful man.

“I-I…” It should go without saying, considering how ecstatic you’d been to hear Albedo reciprocate your affection, albeit in the chalk prince’s typical brand, how happy you are to learn that the experiment is to bear such sweet fruit. But it startles him to see a tear slipping down each of your cheeks.

“______?” Without hesitating, as he might have done two months ago, the alchemist reaches for your face, brushes them away, and holds it in the palms of his gloves. You sniffle, a small, choked noise quick to follow, before you laugh. “… ______?”

“These… These are happy tears, I swear,” you say, your grin between his hands only a little compromised by how intensely he holds you. “I-I’m so happy right now that… I don’t know how to properly express it with words. Hehe…” You raise your hands from your lap to cradle his cheeks. “It worked. You can procreate! Haha!”

Albedo’s gaze averts from yours, and beneath your bare hands, you feel his skin grow warm before you see it tint pink. Still giggling, you lean forward, fitting your lips between his smiling, parted ones, before they travel along and up to his forehead. Hands dropping to loop around your waist, your own shift when you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.

“We’re going to have a baby,” you whisper. A knock on the door of the laboratory stirs the two of you, both pulling away to find the other grinning.

“Yes. We are.”

“I told him that it wasn’t necessary to go out of his way and commission the Guild for this— please; I’ll pay you three for your troubles, but this really isn’t necessary!”

“What do you mean it “isn’t necessary”?!” You sigh, the naturally high voice of the Traveler’s floating companion somehow a little louder to you than usual. “Walking around like this even outside of the city walls is dangerous for you!”

“Paimon, dear, I think you’ve seen me sitting behind a desk for far too long, since you’ve forgotten that I am a qualified Knight!”

“But it’s a little different now, isn’t it?” Bennett offers— you turn your head to the boy so fast that he winces. “I-I mean, you’ve got two people to protect, r-right?”

“I just went up Dragonspine last month; that’s not that long ago,” you try to reason, but even Aether puts his foot down, hands on his hips and golden eyes lidded by, what? Annoyance? Disapproval? Your own frustration blinds you to be able to tell the difference.

“You weren’t so obviously big last month, and even that was a risk you shouldn’t have taken,” he says. “Albedo wasn’t happy about it.”

“Yeah! He’s right!” You huff at her. “Albedo’s just trying to take care of you when he’s not here to do it himself!”

“And isn’t this a good way to do it, too?” Bennett says, grinning. “We protect you, you stay safe, we get paid, and Albedo gets to eat those delicious-looking sweets you made him! It’s a total win-win situation!”

“If I make you some, will you let me go alone?”

“No,” both Aether and Paimon chorus. You click your tongue at them, your frustration thickening.

“Don’t be selfish like this, ______,” Aether adds, and just as you’re about to chastise him— “Do you really think Albedo’s the only one worried about you?”

“If it helps in any way,” Katheryne calls from across the street. You all turn toward her, you folding your arms and resting them across your swollen gut. “This commission is backed by the entire Knights of Favonius— the Acting Grand Master signed it, herself.”

“What?! That Jean, I swear— what a worrywart!” You groan, loudly, startling unsuspecting passerby’s and a hopeful Bennett. “Fine! Fine. I’ll let you join me. The… company might be nice, anyway.”

“Glad you see it our way,” Aether says, nodding. He gestures away from himself, a slight bowing to his posture when he bends, and Paimon copying him with a giggle. “After you.”

“You all are… too much.” Clutching your cloth lunch bag just a little tighter, you stalk past the three of them, shaking your head and managing a thin smile when you hear their soft chuckling.

“Hey, ______?” You glance back at Bennett, who grins guiltily and sheepishly at you. “Would you still make some more desserts for us after…?”

“Mm… no.”

“Aw, man…”

You hadn’t been wrong; the company was nice. Compared to the usual time taken, thanks to a couple of element users being able to traverse through the various Waypoints of Mondstadt, the time taken was cut significantly short.

Typically, your journey through Windrise and up past the Adventure’s Guild’s checkpoint is a comfortably solemn one. Being able to reflect on oneself and enjoying the fresh air, warm sun, and calm winds that the autumn months bring along is always so refreshing. Indeed, it beats being cooped up in the records room where only artificial light existed.

This excursion was something you’d been looking forward to since two weeks ago, when you’d first planned it. Another recipe crossed your path thanks to a convenient mention of it within a Knight’s report— and their verbal gushing over it. In you receiving one-and-a-half days off each week, you often spend the “half” bit catching up on chores and errands, while the full day is spent doing whatever you needed to reset your mind after such a long week.

Lately, if not preoccupied with other plans, you’d been bringing Albedo new dishes to try. This had been your usual routine, normally using him as a test subject of sorts whenever he’d been visiting Mondstadt, with the occasional trek into Dragonspine if you got too restless. This normalcy had gone on for a while, with no question of it by Albedo. Of course, this had only been because you’d managed to hide the fact that your stomach could no longer fit within the parameters of either your blouses or your turtlenecks.

The fascination had been instant— as was the scolding. Albedo didn’t hold back, either. The only reason he stopped was due to Klee’s unexpected arrival.

"Don’t think this conversation is over, ______. You endangering yourself to deliver me food is worth getting upset about, under normal circumstances and especially in your current condition.”

In hindsight, contrary to your point in that argument, it was slightly silly. He would’ve returned to Mondstadt eventually and you could have given it to him then. Was it the hormones affecting your ability to think straight? While Albedo and one of the church’s sisters did mention it could be a possibility, you clearly weren’t heeding the warning of watching for any impulsivity from you. Traveling somewhere so dangerous? Alone? With no Vision? If that didn’t scream “impulsive”…

Despite the sheer cold of the place, you took great joy and pleasure of visiting it if it meant being able to see Albedo. And as you turned the corner from the Waypoint closest to his cliffside laboratory to see Albedo’s back turned to the cave’s mouth, once more sketching away on a new canvas of his, your grin is uncontainable. You turn, gesturing at Paimon and the two boys tasked with delivering you to Albedo to hold back for “just a moment” so you could attempt to surprise him, but to your surprise, and you yelp when you realize it— he’s already looking out of the cave mouth and at you, hand raised in a gentle wave.

Defeated once more, just like you’d been that day, you trudge forward after giving your farewells to the trio when they announce that their “work is done”, and greet Albedo where he stands, waiting for you with open arms.

“That was very sly of you, you know,” you start, “submitting that commission to the Guild without me knowing.” Gratefully, you fall into his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly with him doing the same in return. “Imagine my confusion when those three showed up at my doorstep, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

“I knew they would be the best to get the job done,” Albedo says, releasing you to encourage you over to the bed. “There are few I trust as much as the Traveler to protect you. And that Bennett, I’d heard, works well with him.”

“I’d have to agree with you there— I’d never seen two people so enthusiastic about taking down a Hydro slime, and so quickly, too.”

Albedo smiles, and the two of you sit on the edge of his bed.

“I see you’ve brought along some more food for me,” he says, glancing at the bag still slung over your arm with slight disdain.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d ever had this before, but one of the Knights’ reports mentioned it to be extremely popular over in Sumeru.”

“______, I didn’t say that out of curiosity. I’m still upset about your choice to journey here the last time; we never had a proper chance to discuss things.”

“Let me save you the trouble of worrying, then,” you say, patting his knee. “I don’t think it will be safe for me and the baby to come up here from this point on.”

“And what brought you to that conclusion?” Albedo inquires. Grabbing for the zipper of your coat, you pull it down, revealing to him the swell hidden beneath your thick turtleneck. “My… It’s bigger than the last time you were here…”

“It’s been almost a month since we’ve seen each other, so, naturally. But no... Coming here with Aether, Paimon, and Bennett worrying about me with every other step I'd take was a bit of an eye-opener. I'm not just responsible for myself, now. I have another life within me to take care of. In a few months' time, it will be no different to have them in my arms rather than in my body."

Maybe it’s because your adrenaline is finally plateauing, and your heart rate is dropping on account of you finally resting, but it seems like the baby realizes it, too, and it begins to move within you.

“Ohh…” You jerk forward, hands spastically reaching for Albedo’s to steady yourself— his eyes fly wide open, holding on tightly to you in return.

“______? Are you alright? Do you need to lie down?”

You shake your head, wearing a thin smile that confuses Albedo.

“I nearly forgot you haven’t felt it yet, since you’d been stuck up here for a while. Here,” you say, taking one of his hands, flipping it, and in pulling up your turtleneck, you reveal your bare stomach to him, swollen and… twitching?

“This far along, a baby will start to move, and it’ll even start kicking. Put your hand here, and wait. I think it has a favourite spot to kick, too.”

“Is it painful?” he’s quick to ask, not missing a beat when, as you predicted, the baby kicks you, only inches below your ribs.

“Just a little uncomfortable. It actually feels nicer having your hand on me than just my own.”

Wordlessly, Albedo adds his other hand to the surface of your belly; a content hum escapes you.

“It’s still quite… surreal to me,” he mumbles, his thumbs rolling over where one of the baby’s appendages extend outward. “That this is something that’s truly happening.”

“I never expected to be having a baby this way… or at all, any time soon, really, but… now that it is happening, I…” You chuckle, unable to find a proper word. “It is happening, Albedo. Our baby will be born soon.”

“Once this solution cures, I’ll be able to leave it in Sucrose’s care while I take my leave.”

“Your leave?” you repeat. He nods.

“I’ll be in Mondstadt for at least the remainder of your pregnancy,” he explains, tone cheery. “Any work that needs to be done will be done in our home laboratory, though it should be relatively quiet on that aspect of things. I’ll be able to focus on taking care of you and the baby, myself.”

“That… would be nice.” You’re still smiling at him when he looks up from your belly. “Albedo?” you gently call, raising a hand to caress his one cheek. “Are you alright?”

Albedo nods, holding your cool hand still against his fast-warming cheeks.

“Yes. I’m just…” He chuckles at you. “I’m a happy fool.”

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Genshin Catboy Maids Imagines (NSFW)

Characters: Gorou, Kazuha, Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi, Albedo and Aether

A/N: I would be lying if I say I didn't have so many daydreams while writing this and I want to turn all of these into their owns fics.

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Gorou

Who begged not to do this out of embarrassment and tried not to focus on how short the dress was or how his ears perked at every change in your body language, not at all trying to hide how aroused you were and pulled back the fabric of his stockings only to let them snap against his skin.

Who completed every task you asked him to do with such speed and and perfection, aiming to please you the best he could and obeying ever wish you uttered without humiliating himself.

Who tried to his his growing erection or the way his tail rapidly wagged when he accidently walked in on your in the bathhouse on his way to relax and let out some repressed tension, not expecting to have you ask him to help you with a problem and offering to wash his body in return (maybe even him him with his own issue).

Who doesn’t keep his moans suppressed at your request and pleasures you like you deserve while rutting his hips into your hole, water splashing out of the pool as you sank back down into his cock and kissed you like you were going to disappear.

Who will orgasm immediately if you pull his ears or tail and praise how good he is on taking your cock, his pretty tears sliding down his red face as he mindlessly babbles on and on about how he’s your good boy.

Kazuha

Who starts being a housekeeper for a small period of time since he was a simple traveler writing bits of poetry wherever he wanted to but took any job for the time and slowly became more infatuated with you.

Who looks like he was blessed by the gods is all too aware of your adoring stares and compliments about his gorgeous cream ears with red highlights, completing his work and offering to comb his silky tail.

Who notices that you often disappear for a brief period of time into your room and hearing strange noises thanks to his sensitive feline ears, coming back very flushed and avoiding his gaze.

Who can’t help to ask you if you’re okay or need help with anything and welcomes your kiss after you confess your feelings for him, pinning you against your bedroom door and hungrily nipping your neck that would for sure leave tasteful bruises.

Who is all too eager to undress you and play your body fluently like his flute you often see, sinking himself into your warm bare body and working his hips at a brutal unrelenting pace.

Venti

Who is always getting on your nerves by purposely bending down a bit too low so you see his matching pearly white panties that matched his uniform stained with with arousal and then laughing at your flustered expression with a innocently seeming question.

Who will do anything you ask while whining about how tight his stockings are and how the white parts of his maid outfit are going to become transparent if anything gets on it, grinning when he thanks you for the reward and remarking he would’ve done the task anyway.

Whose tail perks up whenever you walk into the room or smile at him and pet his ears to hear his deep purrs, complimenting his soft furry tail that he so nicely groomed just for this occasion and to please you.

Who always hums a tune while he scrubs the floors or makes the bed but constantly having a dirty image of him sucking you off before you fuck him silly and always ends up fucking his hand thinking of all the times he’s heard you masturbating with his ears

Who isn’t afraid to say in front of others how your moans are the best song of all and smirk when you drag him back to your room to punish when all along that’s what he wanted.

Albedo

Who already worked for your parents as a groundskeeper and had an adorable little sister who occasionally stopped by to play with your younger siblings, but not without giving you a hug and whispering about his older brother always talking about you while his tail and ear twitch.

Who has a deep blush on his cheeks as he pulls away Klee and apologizes for her “tall tales”, noticing how you sweetly smile at him and ask if you do talk about you outside.

Who begins to come over more often with Klee now at Daycare and leaves flushed with loosely put on clothing after being ruthlessly fucked by you, buttoning up his shirt to ensure that the dozens of hickeys that littered his body and sending you a quick text to have a good day.

Who can’t help but give in to your requests to see his art when you hear about it but warns you its lewd and then blushes upon hearing you want to be drawn like the nude models in his sketchbook, asking you to undress at least to the lingerie he’s seen on your this morning and has you lay down on the couch in a position that suited you best.

Who is always welcome to try something new like shibari or wax play, smooth but tight ropes binding his thighs apart so you could have full access to his pretty flushed cock that leaked precum and the hot burn of the wax dripping onto his perky sensitive nipples.

Xiao

Who never strays away from his duties no matter what you say and priorities his job before anything else, trying his best to suppress the dirty fantasies playing out in his mind and hiding his growing erection whenever you come in to check up on him.

Who doesn’t refuse whenever you ask him to each lunch with you or to help comb through the knots behind his fuzzy ears, complimenting his colored fur patterned on his tail and how he always seems to keep his feline features in the best shape.

Who caves when you ask if you can help him with your sexual frustration (of course you ask him if he’s okay with it with consent and all) and how you’ve seen him seemingly “unnoticeable” stares eyeing your figure.

Who can’t help but sink his fangs into your neck when you express how long you’ve waited to do this and kept hoping he’d realize those longing stares or break you’d both take together weren’t plutonic, the tons of love your held for your pretty kitty from the start.

Who gasps for air as he lifts his head up from pleasuring you with cum dripping from his mouth and just to dive back in, smirking at the moans coming from your mouth and working you towards another orgasm.

Who is the best at aftercare and lets the warm water wash over your shoulders while you lean against him ignoring the fact that he hates water for you, allowing his slightly sharp nails to graze your flushed sensitives nipples and gently kissing your puffed plump lips.

Aether

Who is always a good catboy and doesn’t need to be told what to do because he’s already done it, hoping to be praised in that sweet soft voice of yours and rewarded for going beyond what you asked.

Who will always shly ask to be pet on his head and cuddled on top of a mountain of blankets, purring while he hugs you tightly and thanking you for the best boss he’s ever had.

Who doesn’t hesitate to protect you if he gets a bad feeling from a guest or anyone that insults you and quietly letting you know that something’s off with the person, never leaving your side until they’re off the property entirely.

Who calls out your name before you leave the house to make sure you have everything and gets promised a reward if he doesn’t touch himself until you get back, tensing his thighs together as you send explicit nude photos to him as you work and rewinding the voice memos of your voice whining his name into the microphone.

Whose long blond braided hair provides the perfect hold as you fuck him from behind (don’t forget how sensitive his tail is) and praise him on how well he’s taking you, especially since his cock had two large silicone vibrators being pressed on either side of Aether’s shaft.

Kunikuzushi/Wanderer

Who acts like you’re the bain of his existence yet always leaves the house spotless and never goes home without checking if everything is locked for your safety, rolling his eyes when you sweetly wished him good night but secretly smiled at your concern for his well-being.

Who rudely wakes you up in time for your work, already preparing breakfast and chiding you on your fatigue when you slowly creep downstairs with a tired smile for your head maid or “assistant” as he liked to call it.

Who never failed to notice every twitch or change in your body language and would often tease you about being tense around him, closing the distance between you two and backing away to get back to the task he was working on.

Who pushed your buttons until you snapped, pulling him into a passionate kiss and humming happily when he pushed back.

Who until now has been so closed off and cold but when shown affection is all too eager to be fucked, pale small stature trembling beneath you as you rocked your hips up and down and feeling one of his hands cup your cheek while the other pinches your nipples.

Mumbling praises under his breath about how you feel so good inside him and begging for you to go faster, promising to never be bratty again and be a good boy if you would finally let him cum after being edged for a couple hours.

Heizou

Who was originally a detective that was assigned to you when someone briefly robbed your house but left no clues except for an old family heirloom that you hadn’t seen in years, feeling your stare whenever his ears twitched while he was deep in thought and suppressing a small giggle whenever his tail swayed happily.

Who grew attached to you and asked if you needed some security since it seemed that you (and your family) attract trouble, cheekily making a comment on how safe you’d be in his hands and using his tail to wrap around your neck with lidded eyes.

Who is no time memorized your schedule and property to make sure no one gets in without him knowing, politely flirting with you aware that it’ll lead to you two going at it like rabbits in his bedroom and testing how much he could push you before it got him punished.

Who sends you photos of his hard flushed cock leaking precum and videos of Heizou using a toy to making himself orgasm while he begged you to come home as fast as you could.

Who hears you close the door and is by your side in an instant with his maroon tail winding around your waist, asking oh so innocently to let him give you endless pleasure and guiding your hand up to his fluffy ears that you always stared at.

[adorekento]

Just like I prefer

warnings: NSFW (mdni), vulgar words, praise, pet names, teasing, cursing, soft intimate sex, degradation, dominance, punishing, ooc, etc.

characters: Tartaglia, Ayato, Albedo, Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha, Dainsleif, & Scaramouche

Dainsleif, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, & Ayato

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” He said that so nonchalantly with the enthusiasm of someone who had been there more than once, he loved how fragile you look beneath him when you hear those phrases, how his cock rubs against your ass as you try to get back up again and it makes you want him even more. It was so damn satisfying to keep an eye on, the helplessness that came over you as you tried not to cry in satisfaction.

You let out an unsteady exhale as his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down on the bed, “Please... Give it to me...” you whisper, your voice hoarse. He knows you don’t care about getting punished if that’s all it is, just that you get him off. You were so obliging to do anything at that point, for whatever he wanted you to do, for however long it lasted. His touch had always made you go crazy with desire,

"You're being punished and You're only making this worse," he says, kissing your ear lobe gently, "Now shut it." And so you did because you didn't want to irritate him anymore and you wanted to cum. You knew how he gets mad whenever you whined or complain too much. You couldn’t help it, what else could you do but beg for him?

Zhongli, Albedo, Thoma, & Kazuha

“You like it that much, hm?” his grasp on your hair tightened, he groaned into the crook of your neck as he felt your walls contract around his cock once more, He had been trying to get you off for an hour and yet here you were, clinging to him and moaning into his ear, “That’s so hot, love, keep doing that.”

His eyes closed against your hair as he thrust himself in a desperate attempt to come with ease, your hands gripped his shoulders as you kissed his neck and he swore his body would go rigid if you kept this up. You were so responsive. He could see why he liked you so much, ‘cause you were so damn needy.

you loved when he made you feel good, but the real prize was when you made him feel better. When all the stress melted away from his body. Your fingers dug deeper in his skin as your nails scraped along his shoulder blades, he let out a breathless grunt before burying his face in your hair. This was his favorite thing about you. You were so good at making him feel good, especially after a tough day’s work.

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[pixieskie]

OCTOBER 005 — APHRODISIAC

pixieskie's kinktober 2023 — masterlist

~✩ — main masterlist : here

~✩ — including — Albedo (genshin impact)

~✩ — warnings — fem! reader, oral (fem! receiving), aphrodisiacs/drugs, fingering, overstimulation.

feeling the effect kicking in, you couldn't help but gravitate towards albedo. wanting to feel his strong arms hold you tight as he ruts into you from behind, you softly rubbed your thighs together. with arms wrapping around him, whining into his ear, you finally received his attention. 

“yn? has the candy’s effect started?” nodding softly and wrapping your arms around his shoulder, he grinned softly “hmm i see. well then let's test it out, shall we?” 

left at the lab was your last coherent thought as he guided you to a room and set you on a soft mattress. spreading your legs, he bent down, peeling off your soaked underwear, discarding it. softly glancing at you, he whispered softly “can i go ahead?” with your response of a kiss.

a soft kiss, nipping at his lower lip, mind dazed as you only thought about his lips at the moment, the pads of his finger softly circling your clit as you softly jerked in surprise.

peppering kisses down your body, the body that you’d gladly let him ravage if he wanted, the body that yearned for his touch everyday, the same body he was testing his experiment on now. lowering his lips on your cunt, he took one glance at you before licking along your folds, finding your clit again and circling it softly, creating a rhythm. he lapped at it, sucking and kissing at your folds, owning it. your whines echoing in the room, latching your hand onto his soft, fluffy hair, you moaned out for him. 

he brought one finger to your fluttering hole, slowly pushing it in, curling it upwards as your hips bucked in his face, hands pushing his head closer to you. with his fingers to the mix, your legs started shaking, the feeling of numbness slowly threatening to blanket them as you felt your release arriving already. the heightened senses and sight of albedo lapping at your cunt had you over the edge in another few seconds as your entire body shook. again. again. again.

again. until your cunt was filled with his cum threatening to spill out as he slowly fucked it back into you. your cunt sucked him in as he fucked you for the nth time that evening. your legs softly around him, overstimulated. another kiss, another gasp, another whine from you as you were fucked out dumb, only trying to pleasure yourself more. 

“how many times” albedo groaned into your neck, still thrusting into you. babbling nonsense, not knowing the answer, pulling him closer, you couldn't piece a sentence together, the aphrodisiac only letting you think about how perfectly albedo’s dick hit your sweet spot each time he thrusted. 

he tutted “that's a shame, we’ll have to repeat the experiment tomorrow then” but he made no effort to stop thrusting in you, stretching your pussy with each push, kissing that spot, leaving evidence on your body for tomorrow. 

it would be fine with you though, fucked out, oversensitive, your pleasure was all that you could think about.

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