#ch.albedo

[masuchist]

TOUCH IT, MY TAIL 01

Genshin Impact . . Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragnvindr

Good girls get rewards.

fem reader, yandere, dubious content, collars, spanking, erotic humiliation, begging, heat cycles, size differences, overstimulation, dacryphilia, implied machine fucking

Aether, and the Support Puppy.

─ This new world that they’ve transported to is certainly interesting to say the least. Who knew there were all sorts of hybrids in Teyvat, unique and intriguing in their own ways, his golden hawk eyes lay upon someone: a little lonesome puppy. His team is in need of more members, and he decides you’ll do fine even without a vision. Unfortunate. For you that is, your role in this flourishing party is a mere placeholder, a meat shield, bait. With no experience in cooking, healing, or combat, you’ll sit on your fluffy tail patiently waiting for them to finish their business. It’s the least you can offer: to not be a bother. You don’t seem to mind however, oblivious to their silly shenanigans.

─ His teammates often wonder what was the point of bringing deadweight to the team. You don’t do anything but yap their ears off about some random subject they could care less about, smiling bitterly in response. What was Aether planning? Seriously. But he reckons quite fondly that would never be the case. You’re the life of the party, a breath of fresh air.. you’re his pretty pet! That expensive collar adorned around your neck is proof enough, costs him two glistening crowns and mountains of mora, further putting pressure on them for thinking about their teammate this way. How could they be so cruel? It’s not like you’re holding them back from their goal. They should not use petty excuses for their dislike towards you.

─ Being a proclaimed hero is exhausting, sucks the energy right out of him. Sometimes he just wants to let go of these burdensome tasks, enjoy a day or two without responsibilities, and spend time with you at his own pace. His sister can afford to wait a little longer. Aether knows the journey to reuniting with Lumine will take a while, if not a couple of dreadful months. Maybe she’d grow fond of you too when the chance arrives. They have the same taste in darlings, they’re twins after all. But as of now, you’ll be jubilant at his side like the good pet he’s conditioned you to be overtime. And no one will ever take you away from him.

01. Submission

“Who’s my pretty baby?”

His gloved fingers are clutched under your chin, prompting you to look at him as he coos a little too sweetly for someone’s taste. Enviously long blonde eyelashes fluttering in the night, a stark contrast from the everlasting dark surrounding Mondstadt. It’s just the two of you around a temporary campfire that crackles life, the rest finding solace in a small tavern nearby.

Aether seemed insistent that a humble tent would be a more fitting option for tonight. A sense of privacy and space from everyone, a time where star-crossed lovers can rewind and distress in each other’s loving embrace. Who were you to disagree? His youthful appearance is a faux. He knows a lot better than most, knowledge and age preceding hundreds of years, but they don’t want to believe that. They think he is simply a reckless teenager with no clear understanding for this world, indulging in ignorance. Although there are some instances that has them questioning these biased impressions.

After all, no being can be this skilled at everything.

“I.. I am,” you whisper, unsure. 

Is this the right answer?

You don’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing. You don’t want to disappoint him at all. You want love talk. You want praise, fake and all. 

You want him to feel vehemently proud of you, but for what exactly?

His teammates were right. What can you do, for him?

He smiles sweetly. A little too sweet as he bends down slightly to press a doting kiss onto the temple of your forehead earning a small whine. Adorable little thing you are, still aren’t confident even when being smothered in his slobbering affection from head-to-toe. That wasn’t his intention, the quite opposite of it,  actually. But since you’ve always been so obedient for him, then there is no issue. In fact, this part of you is endearing. So endearing that he has an overwhelming urge to bully you into tears.

“Open your mouth, puppy.” An eager finger prods against your lips despite him asking, no demanding, and you do. 

He takes advantage the moment your mouth opens ajar, stuffing it with two large fingers. Drool starts pooling, slipping uncontrollably down your lips. You can’t keep it from slobbering all over him and it makes you want to dig up a hole and die out of embarrassment.

You don’t, regrettably, enduring the shame as long as it pleases Aether.

The coarse leather of his glove rub against your pink tongue as he swirls his digits around it, feeling the warmth prickling through the material. You staring up at him with the most innocent, glistering eyes he’s ever discovered - never losing the spark.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately,” his free hand slowly trails down to the hems of your shorts, “I think.. it’s about time I reward you properly.”

Albedo, and the Curious Cat.

─ Your very existence is already curious enough. There is no doubt that you are still human, that part he can tell. But more observations calls when he realizes the similarities you have to a domesticated kitty cat. Your ears are not only an accessory, he notes: they cave in to the slightest touch of his warm hands, purring contently to yourself. And your lively tail: highly sensitive, even grazing it slightly makes you jump in fright. How interesting. How intriguing. He plans to conduct experiments with you for the rest of his life, not that you’d catch on or take the time to care. Not if every need and want is being provided for you.

─ You are painfully unaware of these guinea pig intentions, too busy enjoying the time of your life being lavished in affection because no one has ever showed you this much love. Spoiled you are. Refusing everyone’s kindness but his. The favoritism is apparent and he loves the bias that flows madly in your blood. It tells him that you love him without the telling. It shows him that you still care for him despite not admitting, this is all he could really ask from you which is not much. 

─ Another thing he adores is your blossoming curiosity. It can kill the cat, but there is no need to be frightened over everything. Isn’t that why Albedo is here? To help you on your endeavors in learning about our constantly changing world, to keep you grounded and loose at the same time - thinking you are free when you are not. An illusion if you will. This is for your sake because a cat cares about their sense of solitude and he’s not going to correct that thinking. You will find out soon enough who holds the real power. You can leave anytime you want. The doors are open. The opportunity is always there. No matter the  decision, you will find yourself at his front porch, ashamed and understandably abashed. 

The outside world is not meant for a lonely little cat.

02. Fascination

It was your mistake to ask an innocent question.

Hey Albedo, you say this out of nowhere, all curled up happily in his lap purring to yourself as he has his hands busied with a book containing theories, inquiries, and speculation, what is over-stimulation?

Your curiosity is sudden, but forever encouraged. Where could you have possibly heard of this, he ponders. Was it when he left you alone with that cavalry captain? Or was it that librarian.. Hanging around an indubitably bad influence is not something he’d wanted, but it happened. 

Whether the case may be, he’s happy to answer.

Although, why bother explaining when he can thoroughly show you, body and mind? People learn best through experience. After one or two loving sessions, you’ll be a veteran on this subject in later time. That is why you are currently strapped to a table with your legs spread wide open for easy access to everything, unable to cope with the all-too overbearing stimulation going on in your fluttering cunt - squirming, trying to break through these iron restraints because it is simply too much for you.

A dubious machine that he’s spent the time building for weeks on end is finally completed. A curious cat has bugged him enough, wondering what this weird invention’s purpose was. His reply was curt and cold, “You’ll see.”

And see you did.  

Now, it is propped right in front of the table, two foreign bodies invading the two of your most sensitive spots, the reason why you were an unraveled mess. Tears, snot, sweat streams fervently down your ruined face and onto your swollen lips, attempting to swallow down these moans.

“N-No - nyah ! No... no more, I’ll, I’ll die -”

Your toes curl up again, nearing your fifth orgasm as your body trembled sharply. Breathing heavily, wanting to catch a break but being unable to. The machinery is merciless - Albedo is, refusing to turn off or at least turn down the setting to a more appropriate speed.

He licks his lips.

Pen tucked in his meticulous fingers as he documents what is being displayed, palming the growing bulge through his shorts.

“The human body is durable. You can handle it a couple more times, I know you can.”

Bennett, and Bunny.

─ You are the first individual to willingly tag along his unfortunate-packed adventures, the second official member of the Bennett Adventure Guild! A sweet blessing brought down to earth, one who doesn’t see his bad luck as a bother, or at least not all of him. He might’ve mistaken you for an angel if it weren’t for the floppy ears and cotton ball tail, although that doesn’t count - you’re practically everything to him now. You’re more knowledgeable in cooking and medicine and he’s more versed in the scavenging and battling, doesn’t that make a wonderful team?

─ On the flip side, you are much more timid than he expected. He guesses it must be the nature of a rabbit, and that is no issue. In fact, that trait makes you even more precious to protect in his curious eyes. He swears it! You give him another meaning in life, another reason to fight back the cruel rumors surrounding him like a stubborn curse, which is unmistakably true. Someday, sometime, Bennett will find a cure to be rid of this stupid misfortune, settling down in a humble little village with you right after. What a dream. Still a bit faraway from now, but nowhere near impossible. He’s sure of it.

─ Evidently touchy. Uncomfortably so. Doesn’t help that you are already shy enough, cowering anytime he makes skin contact. Disappointing to say the least. Nevertheless, with time and a bit of exposure, eventually someone like you can get used to this treatment. A protective arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to showcase the passionate love between unyielding lovers; aggressive kisses that leave one breathless and desperate for air; everything affectionate. Bennett is all about showing appreciation through skinship, wanting to know more of both you and your body intimately.

03. Desire

“Um, B-Bennett..? Say.. Ah... do you need something?” 

His gaze darkens to an emerald gem that lost its shine, void of its innocence, hungry for another’s purity - and you’re the willing target. Face flushed, shutting your eyes tight feeling those gloved and surprisingly experienced fingers, tracing the silver necklace he’s gifted you around your petite neck. 

The bedazzle brings out a certain brightness in you, one that cannot be dampened. 

Your face heats up because not only was he touching you shamelessly, but his other sneaky hand cups the right cheek of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as if to let those behind you know that you are off-limits. Bennett knows travelers too well. They want you. They want to taint you, to corrupt you from the inside and out - like him. 

Why else would they bother staring at you in silence?

You’re flustered. 

He was always like this. Wanting to keep a hand or more on you, wanting to feel your smooth skin against him. If it were behind close doors - in the privacy of a secluded home, then this wouldn’t be so strange. In fact, you’ll be eager to.

But you’re not. 

You’re sharing a fancy dinner at a local tavern, in a public environment. People can clearly see and hear the heated exchange going; customers lightly chattering amongst each other, the fireplace flickering, and low moans. Does Bennett not care about being discreet, or does he want them to know what he does to you?

“Nothing... You’re just really, really pretty.”

He leans a lot closer, too much for comfort. A short gasp leaves your lips. You already know that look in his eyes. Teeth nipping the outer shell of your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

He wants you.

Chongyun, and the Lost Puppy.

─ Cute... beyond cute. That you are, born in the land of declared freedom and finding yourself stranded all the way down South in prosperous Liyue. How bad were you with directions to end up here out of all places? Not that he minds, you would’ve never met him otherwise. Presenting himself as a lonesome exorcist from the mountains, on a journey to find purpose, and peace wherever in Teyvat. You’re enlightened! Where you came from, not much spirits haunt the villages, or anywhere to tell the truth. It is not a wonder that this young man seems interesting, wanting to tag along on his so-called trip to self-discovery, curious to how the process works.

Well, if you insist. Come along now, he isn’t waiting forever.

─ Still, your energy is tiresome. Reminds him of the theatrics Hu Tao pulls off in her free time.. minus the mischief, and Chongyun knows you truly mean well despite everything that conspires. He loves you, but goodness, you make him want to tear his hair out constantly. Anger shouldn’t exist within him. It’s risky in plenty of ways. Maybe you’re just playing around (with a dangerous game) like any other playful puppy. Perhaps you need someone else who’s equally as exuberant to calm down. He keeps telling himself this in order to not snap, and here you are baiting him with those long eyelashes. 

─ Then again, you’re clueless on this issue. He’s never properly warned you about his... unique condition. He didn’t feel the need to, not if it never happens. Chongyun tried his best to avoid such situation once you came along. Taking extra caution in eating extra cold food, passing you onto a trusty friend, Xingqiu, in case he feels a sense of danger ahead. Everything seemed to be going well which should’ve been a major red flag. As they say, communication is the key to a long healthy, prosperous relationship.

04. Danger

"No... [Name], you need to leave - right now.” Breath labored, Chongyun uses the remaining energy coursing through his body to shake you off. 

“B-But.. But, I don’t want to!”

You yammer. Being told to stray after from who was essentially your owner hurts, causes your tail to lower in shame, ears drooping but you stand your ground despite his command. Determination pulsates in your veins, a trait he’d come to love as much as he openly hates. 

“Last...” 

His head hurts. 

“... Chance,” he’s sneering, trying to scare you away as a last attempt.

Please... Leave.

It’s a solid warning. For your sake, your safety - he fears what will happen if his vision fades into darkness. He is a force to be reckoned with for he cannot be controlled whenever positive cognition takes effect. There is no time to inform you; there is no time for you to stand there helplessly like an idiot - praying, as if it’ll get anywhere. Even if there are archons, it hardly matters. They won’t bother answering, not when this situation could’ve been avoided.

“I’m… No, I can’t! I’m not leaving you!”

Before it’s too- 

Everything is starting to get hazy.

Late.

.

.

His eyes flutter open, slowly but surely and you’ve never been so relieved for him to wake up. You were so, so scared. If he didn’t respond then you wouldn’t have known what to do. Find help, call desperately for a passerby, hope for the best. There’s only so much a pet can do, and that makes you realize what little contribution you were in his world.

“... Yun!” 

He’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Yun...?”

Something is off.

“[Name].. I’m so happy you’re here!”

That tone in his voice, that dark flicker in his eyes; this wasn’t him. Who is this, you’re intimidated by the sudden glee and change in personality, scrambling backwards with your hands, bottom and feet but you don’t make it that far, this is not Chongyun. Or at least the part you weren’t familiar with.

The ends of his mouth breach for a wicked grin, inching closer, no room for you to scamper away.

“Eh?” He tilts his head, “Why are you moving away?”

He is at fault,

but you’ll pay anyways.

Tartaglia, and the Lured Cat.

─ He’s stumbled upon you on his daily excursions, during work, chilling outside on the porch purring underneath the shade. Your pale grey ears catch his attention, and the harbringer can’t help asking if he can pet them. He’s off-duty! Why? Well the real question has to be why not. Hybrids aren’t too common in Snezhnaya. Some live among Liyue, coexisting with their human compatriots in peace. Although he hasn’t found the time to properly interact with one, you’re here now to make his day - and possibly his entire life if you keep being so adorable for him.

Is that even possible?

─ This obsession starts small. He comes to visit your home at least once a week, bringing you small trinkets he’s collected during work, and the occasional gigantic fish for your family to prepare - ‘taming’ you on the long run. They are quite fond of your new friend, always inviting him in for a bit of his time. The stories, the gifts, the company; they love him. So much, that when Tartaglia ask for your hand in marriage out of nowhere - your mother gleefully cheers while your father tuts, but cumbersomely accepts. You do not have a say. He doesn’t provide an opening, throwing all sorts of reassuring statements and claims that he will take really good care of you.

To them you are regarded as his soon-to-be wife. And to him, you will be treated as a domesticated animal.

─ Being greeted by his humongous home that towers you and an attentive staff was the last thing on your mind. You knew he had some sort of power, money, but this was just far too much. Laying down the ground rules, giving a light tour around the house, he doesn’t have too many. Only that you’ll remain here never to be seen in the sunlight, and to refer to him as master. Rubs his ego for the wrong ways. Although isn’t this a fair trade, you have everything and anything at the tip of your fingers for a small price of abandoning your pride.

He may love, cherish, spoil you, but do not forget. 

You are very much still a pet.

05. Heat

“I... I, master ! I need to cum. Please, please !” You are riding rampantly on his thigh, whining and moaning with each buckle of the hips trying to chase your high. There’s a burning sensation towards your lower region, a sensation you’re trying to get rid of so desperately, but no amount of grinding can dissolve this… this frustrating feeling. To be teased to the edge and not be granted the sweet release of pleasure is torturing.

You need more.

He smirks coquettishly at this pathetic performance. Who knew that a heat cycle affected you this much? Your family never mention this... not that he’s complaining. This just makes you all the more ravishing, seeing you so needy, so vulnerable for him makes his dick throb.

But no, there has to be some self-control. You must show him how badly you want him before he’ll lift a finger.

“My thigh is all yours, lovergirl.”

Tartaglia chimes, reveling in your dilemma.

“B-But, need more... your - nngh!” His leg suddenly bounces up, causing you to yelp, sharp nails digging into his shoulder.

“Cum on me first, and then I’ll take care of everything.”

Diluc Ragnvindr, and the Abandoned Rabbit.

─ You wouldn’t have been here if he hadn’t found you hidden away in the bushes: terrified, injured, and abandoned by the one who swore to protect you from everything. The first few weeks were a pain. You’d want nothing to do with him, or his staff, refusing to come out from under his bed until dawn. Peeking your head to see if anyone was near, slowly picking at the cold vegetables left in a bowl before crawling back under once the door creaks open. He’s forced to be patient. Rabbits must assume everyone is an enemy in order to survive in the wild woods, he does not take much offense as one would expect - to say that he is not peeved however is a little lie. 

─ For the next two weeks he lets you seek shelter in his master bedroom, leaving some food and giving a few words of encouragement that’ll hopefully make you comfortable here. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Eat.” “Get some rest.” The staff wonder why their young master has bothered to take in some stray being. He leaves it up all to their imagination, the reason won’t change anything. How funny, growing fond of someone who’s hardly interacted with him, won’t allow him the chance to anyways. Loneliness, maybe. The mansion was a little too large for him, one more person would make a huge difference. 

─ You’re starting to get used to him and a few people. Quietly roaming the estate, insisting on doing some chores along with the maids even if it’s not needed. Diluc doesn’t particularly care, you’re free to do anything as long as you remain here in this mansion. Whatever makes you feel at home is fine. There’s a collar around your neck for good measures, can never be too safe - people have to know who they’re messing with if they cross paths with you. You’re a part of the Ragnvindr family, don’t think of yourself as any lower unless you force his hand.

06. Punishment

Pathetic whimpers fill up the entire basement. 

You weren’t trying to leave, not on purpose. Someone had trouble juggling a couple chores and you took some to help them. There were no intentions on leaving the premise altogether when you stepped outside; tend to the bountiful garden, chase off pesky slimes nearby, just some minor tasks that’ll benefit the workers.   

Never did you expect to be abruptly called to his office. Being reprimanded intensely, scolded for trying to help around the house, not being able to have a say in this one-sided argument - no break.

“Master Diluc... I’m... I’m truly sorry-“

“Shut it.”

You are now propped over his knee, bum and fuzzy ball of a tail exposed for the entire staff to see as they glance flustered at this startling display, and at each other blanketed in discomfort. When their boss asked if they could help him with something they figured it must’ve concerned the winery, business.

Not... this.

You’re used to these types of punishments. Standing in the corner swallowed in darkness, starved of food and affection, anything. You’ve managed to survive alone for a few days after being abandoned in the middle of the forest - this was nothing. The audience, however, is a new addition. So new, that you’ve already starting crying before anything could happen.

He’s not convinced.

“… Look at them.”

And you do, you’ve no choice anyways. His tightening grip on your hair says that much as he pulls on it even harder. Globs of tears run down your cheeks, wanting to save yourself further embarrassment by closing your eyes - but you don’t. It’ll just make Diluc all the more agitated.

They want to look away in respect for their young lady. They want to look away because this was an invasion of privacy but doing so would have them disrespecting Diluc and that’s the last thing they would ever do. He’s providing their income, the giant paychecks that feeds them and their impoverished families back home. What could a little bunny offer that’ll change their minds?

“Tell them.”

He’s unforgiving during these sessions.

“P-Please… wai-“

Smack.

Ruthless.

The sound reverberates through the air as a stinging pain pulsates through your bottom. Your scream is coarse and dry, has everyone flinching but him. 

“I’m…” You sniff, “I’m..”

Another slap. Another cry.

“I’m a bad girl!”

He’ll have you repeat this phrase until your throat bleeds.

[masuchist]

MINE, YOU ARE 01

Genshin Impact . . Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragnvindr

A mark that declares you theirs.

gender neutral, yandere, possessive themes, inflicting harm, collars

Aether.

Simple, yet effective. One meticulously hand-crafted by a close friend, carved with initials, and special functions the wearer has yet to know. It is to be clarified that you are not a pet, but someone he simply owns. The rough material fits snug around your pretty little neck, flaunting a rather bold message to outsiders. Embarrassing and an inconvenience. You’ll be on your best behavior for a chance to breathe properly; not in the confines of a portable cage, not being paraded in public, not being treated any lower than an animal, and he is nice enough to grant such wish.

Inhale, exhale - breathe in the polar wind, feeling his warm hand caress your cheek, nuzzling further into his palm because that is what you’ve been conditioned to.

But for a moment as you’re teared away abruptly - Aether smiling, securing the black collar right around your neck.

Albedo.

Albedo doesn’t need a flimsy mark to tell the world that you are his. Depending on such tactic is a weak attempt at power. For all we know, people could always ignore the obvious message for a taste. Improper barbarians, coming for those already claimed. Perhaps they find the appeal in taken critters.

Nevertheless, your behavior has been shaped and molded continuously into someone who is scared of everything and anything but him. Took a lot of trial and errors and punishments, though the results are beyond grand. No one can interact without you shuffling over to his side before the stranger could dare approach, clinging onto his arm for protection. 

He’ll hum in response, taking note of your good behavior for today.

Bennett.

It starts out with a flimsy confession. Rubbing the back of his sweaty neck nervously, spilling out his overwhelming affection for you one early morning, catching you off guard, surprised - flattered. It was an understatement to say that the feeling was more than mutual, unable to hide the glee spilling from your lips as you throw arms around him to celebrate this occasion.

That is, until a searing pain courses throughout your left wrist.

You’ll thrash, struggle in his strong embrace and he does all but budge. Not until water pokes at your weary eyes, weak sobs following a suit - will he release his suffocating hold. Pressing a light kiss over the blistering, throbbing wound, Bennett murmuring lovingly for comfort as if he hasn’t burnt his flamboyant sigil into your skin.

Chongyun.

Anything winter-related is what makes you comfortable. Snowflakes slow dancing in the air, covering the ground in proof of their existence; a steaming cup of a hot cocoa ready to be served; snuggling deep into suffocating duvets, chasing after any feel of warmth the blanket provides - that is what you look forward to.

Everything, except ice.

His anger comes off as rampant waves, anyone can feel the unconcealed fury radiating off of him. Not wanting to peeve him further, naturally they’ll stray away from the path that has been caved. You on the other hand are not given much of a choice, he is your partner, after all, and he wants to see you right now. Chongyun storming, grabbing onto your wrists - squeezing it painstakingly tight, forcing a muffled whimper out of you.  

He’s breathing heavily and you’re hyperventilating.

Skin being stabbed continuously in freezing cold pins and needles, enduring the everlasting ache. 

Try and assure yourself that this is just an accident.

Tartaglia.

Scratches, gashes, stitches - there are all sorts of injuries covering you. People think of it as battle scars, complimenting your astute bravery in prevailing against it all on an unending journey, but they’re wrong. So wrong, it hurts to smile them off as if they were simply true. These marks are signs of ownership, possession, someone inflicted all of them because they saw you nothing more than an object of their twisted desires. Might they add loved, but an object nonetheless.

Tartaglia laughs as a passerby gawks at your wounds, fresh and old, giving yet another impressive comment on them. An arm slides around your waist as your trembling hand is harshly tugged in their direction, allowing them to get a crystal clear look at these lacerations.

“Ah, yes, they got all these pretty scars not too long ago. They’re quite a fighter… aren’t they?”

Diluc Ragnvindr.

Something stylish, proper, prim, like a personally tailored outfit very similar to his, topped off with a tight black choker and a charm identical to his fiery vision dangling freely around your hips. It’s not obvious, but surely those who stumble across you should know that you must have strong ties with the Ragnvindr blood, and no one wants to mess with such a stubborn flame. 

Especially when rumors come spreading around Mondstadt about the disappearance of a small group of individuals. They’ll glance wordlessly, savoring the beauty from afar.

It’s just not worth the risk.

[masuchist]

SIMMER DOWN, KITTY

Kredepienz . . Albedo

There is no need to get impatient with him. You’ll receive everything you’d ever want tonight if you sit tight on your tail, and beg.

gender neutral, yandere, suggestive themes, dubious content, aphrodisiacs

Your face warms up in a furious crimson, nuzzling into the palm of his comforting hands affectionately. To be mentally snared by his soothing whispers and small, brief praises, had he accidentally gave you a rather entertaining potion to pair up with the cute nickname he’s associated you with the moment he has met you. There’s newly-found cat ears fit snug on the top of your head, gray tail curling up around his leg to pull him even closer. That, you are dubbed a legitimate kitten tonight, his kitten.

You’d been against this idea earlier... and here you were, cuddling up to him in his favor.

“Seems like a little kitten here loves being spoiled to the brim, how naughty.” A deep purr arose in your throat, body leaning towards the warmth of his touch unconsciously as he scratches behind your ears endearingly, feeling them twitch uncontrollably against his hand. His cooling fingertips trailed alongside your jaw steadily letting the shivers crawl down your spine, it was obvious that you’d craved for more than just icy touches. Soft mewls spill out faintly from your lips, glancing up at him desperately as you clawed at his pants in need of a special something.

Oh no, this isn’t what he’s trained you to do.

This will not do. Not at all... he mumbles to himself, but the impish glisten in those glazed, priceless orbs of his vows to tell a different story.

“... What makes you think you deserve more - spoiled brat.”

Albedo’s hand retracts back making you whine in frustration, ready to pounce. But he’s quicker. Grabbing your chin sternly earning a small yelp, his tongue darting across his lower lips, a slight grin etched onto his face - though it’s pretty hard to tell.

“Ah ah, why don’t you show me how much you want me first?”

He slowly takes your unoccupied hand - drawing it slowly into his pants.