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since i always manage to unload albedo brainrot here 🏃💨 sorry in advance for how long it is <333

when albedo first saw you and klee playing together after the two of you made your relationship public, something in the back of his mind started to fester. he thought nothing to it as he joined his favourite company.

the next time it happened was when he walked into his apartment he shared with klee and found you and her asleep on the couch. you were sitting upright while holding her to your chest as the blanket that once covered the two of you fell on the floor. it felt as if something was tapping against a jar in his mind when he saw the scene, albedo ignored that feeling once again.

more and more events started to follow after another as that tiny jar that held little to no water in it started to fill. Albedo would take look at parents more often, couples who would have each of their hands surrounded by a tiny one as they swung them while walking. He couldn't help himself to look down at your shared interlocked hands and imagine a tiny pair between them. Nor could he help looking at your stomach when an overdue women passed the two of you in public.

the jar only filled more when he entered his apartment only to hear the sound of laughter in the kitchen. when he made it through to the room the sight of you with klee in your arms as you made dinner entered his view.

the water only spilt over the edge of the jar when you begged him to cum inside, thoughts of you heavy with his child made him groan into your neck as your legs interlocked over his back as he pounded inside you. albedo could only think about how your tits would fill up with milk, how you would rub your stomach while reading, or how you would start to show signs of his child, not anyone elses, but his child growing inside of you.

'this is an interesting outcome' he thought as you slept. his eyes trailing down your body to your stomach where his spent filled you.

FINE FINE I'LL ANSWER

I'll probably get carried away as per usual I got carried away. I promise that req's still are closed aoiehfaoieh

What to Expect

Summary: With new life comes a barrage of new feelings and experiences.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Albedo x afab!reader, breeding kink, mentions of children, breeding, and pregnancy, soft Albedo, dad!Albedo, it gets very fluffy at the end-

There's no doubt that this new desire would quickly become his newest fixation.

Eyes drift down from your ruddied lips, breaths coming out in heavy pants, down further to finally settle between your spread legs. Tonight, he came deep, but the thick white still dribbles from your cunt. When he presses on your abdomen, more trails down the curve of your ass and pools between your legs on the sheets below. A soft mewl escapes you from the loss.

Archons…you must feel so full.

Breathing your name, Albedo licks his lips, squeezing your hip in his hand before dragging two fingers to scoop up his cum. When he lifts it, he can feel the way that his heart pounds in his chest in anticipation.

Spreading you with his other hand, he pushes his fingers into you, fucking it back inside.

As he does, you moan his name and clench around his fingers.

"Mm, still sensitive?"

He removes his hands in lieu of hovering over you to press his lips to your jaw and cheek and ear. When the tip of his cock slides into you, easy with the mix of slick and spend, he delights in the way your back arches.

With every move, the fire in his belly burns brighter, his cheeks hot and painted in rouge, and vision hazy from the way you squeeze tight around his cock. He’s addicted. The thought of you becoming round with his child, of creating life from nothing—with you.

He ghosts over your lips before leaning in for a kiss. You crane your neck up and your lips part for him. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, he tastes you, drinks in your moans.

Hips buck harder, make you whine. “You��re taking me so well.”

“Taking me so well…” Murmuring again, Albedo groans low and sonorous, desperate to chase the bubbling feeling that the thought grants him. His lips meet yours again, moving gently as he speaks. “…fill you up…”

The moment you beg him to cum inside, the thread snaps.

For the second time of the night, he fills you deliciously, thrusting until his hips stop fully flush against yours, and cries out your name when he finally comes undone.

Your legs wrap around his hips, keeping him deep, cunt fluttering around him as he grinds slowly against you.

Months go by with difficulty, though of course it’s to be expected when one is expecting for the first time. But, luckily, it seems that the strange effects of pregnancy aren’t bothering you today.

Just to be safe…

“Are you feeling alright, my love? Any aches or pains, fatigue?”

Taking you into his arms, Albedo pecks your cheek.

He can't help but press his hand to the roundness that's now so apparent. Skin soft, but strangely firm with the little life growing within. If you would let him, he'd spend hours with you sitting in his lap while reading or jotting down some notes on his latest find, a hand resting absentmindedly on your belly.

You hum. “I’m feeling alright Bedo, I promise.”

Gently, he presses his nose to your neck, nuzzling against your skin.

“Do you require anything?”

With a laugh, you shake your head, cupping his cheeks to give him a kiss. He melts under your touch, green eyes fluttering closed. The kiss lasts moments longer, and when you pull away, he chases after you.

It’s another long day that has the Chief Alchemist sighing when he finally steps past the threshold of the front door. Deep in the night, he makes his way through the house and carefully opens the door to your shared bedroom. Taking care to avoid the creaky floorboard, he slides besides your sleeping form.

But he can’t seem to fall asleep, not when the excitement that flutters in his chest grows at the idea of soon having your little one in his arms. So Albedo lifts his hand to rest on the swell of your stomach, marveling at how it’s possible for this all to happen—how lucky he feels.

“Hello, little one,” His voice is low, and he shifts down to kiss the bump. “I hope you are resting well, your mother and I are working tirelessly to ensure you’re healthy and strong…I—”

Albedo sighs, thumb gently stroking your skin. Within his chest is a little ache.

“I must admit that I am not sure if I will be a good…father.”

Wrought with sleep, your voice pulls him from his thoughts.

“Sweetheart…? You’re home late tonight.” Cheeks pink, Albedo shuffles back up to kiss you.

“I apologize, there was a bit of a mishap at the workshop and I had to oversee some paperwork as a result.”

You wrap your arms around him the best you can and pepper his cheeks and lips with affection. He’s chuckling, though you can hear the fatigue in his voice. Tugging the covers over the two of you, you reach up to undo his half-up braids, threading your fingers through his soft hair.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

His lips part to speak, but you quickly hush him.

“Why don’t you think you’ll be a good dad?”

Lashes flutter and he absentmindedly rubs at your belly again, finding comfort in the gesture. Why, was a good question. He hadn’t actually been thinking when the words slipped from his mouth, to be truthful, lost in the warmth of you and the thoughts of the future to come.

He was a good older brother to Klee, was he not? Attentive, patient, encouraging in her hobbies (though, of course, ensuring that she and Mond are safe as well). She adored him as well, so why did he feel so apprehensive about his own child?

“It’s okay to be nervous, my love.” Your voice brings him back from his brief thoughts. “I am too, but I think that we’ll be able to figure this out.”

And the feeling goes away, leaving behind the love he feels for you, the excitement that simmers.

“Yes, we’ll figure this out together.”

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I only just started reading bUT LOOK PLS I BEG OF YOU OTL

It's so good,,, hngh

Hey everyone! The fic is posted here

I tried to experiment with more talking this time so i hope it doesn't get all awkward while reading. Have a good day/night!

Also! keep in mind that this fic is heavy smut!

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anyways, pegging albedo in front of a mirror while he's all dressed up pretty for you. pale pink thigh highs that sink into soft flesh, matching panties that are tugged to the side as you thrust up into him, and a collar, showing your claim on the blond. one of your hands pinching and circling his nipples as the other is on his hip to balance him on your lap. he tried hard not to look in the mirror, too flustered with the sight of his hair wild, eyes blurry, and his skin flushed with marks scattered over his body. most of the marks on his inner thighs and around the star on his neck (which will take forever to try and hide).

This week on "Sprout Gets Carried Away Responding to Chi's Imagines"

Yeah this is nearly 900 words worth of writing. You can tell what I saw and ran with because...I forgot about the collar and also the nipple play HAHAHA

Blush Pink

Summary: Albedo wants to prove that he's good for you.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) sub!Albedo x afab!Reader, soft femdom, lingerie, pegging, some implication of subspace, implied aftercare

“Oh, sweetheart,” You purr, peppering kisses over the exposed expanse of Albedo’s shoulder.

You’re bottomed out fully in him, but with the way he trembles, you know he’s waiting for your word.

It’s cute how much his anticipation affects him, how his pretty green eyes water and look at yours through the clean surface of the mirror. His tongue peeks out to lick at his lips, no doubt feeling a little dry.

He looks so sweet, dressed in the soft pink lace you chose.

Squeezing at his hip, your lips ghost over the back of his neck, his skin warm and flushed.

He’s been good so far.

“Go ahead.”

Finally, he lifts himself up, moaning at the way the silicone of your strap drags so deliciously, thankful for the generous amount of lube you’ve worked into him and onto it. Catching your eyes in the reflection, he sinks back down.

Slow, slow—every shift he makes reminds him of how sensitive he is after so much teasing.

Another drag of the strap brushes right against his prostate and he cries. He’s so close, after all, his cock painfully hard. But he can’t cum, not with the ring placed snug around the base of it.

The thought of you rewarding him makes his movements quicken.

“Don’t be so greedy, Bedo.”

A whimper comes when your hand gently rests on his hip, a reminder of your request for him to fuck himself slow.

So he does. Up, up, up—until the tip nearly slides out of him—then down in a single, smooth stroke. Every time his ass meets your hips, he’s filled to the brim, the torturously slow pace making him even more aware of just how full he is.

It’s a long time of him working himself on your strap, weak cries of pleasure mingling with the sweetest moans bubbling from his lips. From the way his voice strains you know he’s getting close again. His thighs quiver with the effort, barely able to support himself.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Bedo, looking so pretty in your new outfit…”

You praise him and coo sweet nothings in his ear and the euphoria of your words mixed with his impending orgasm make him sob.

“W…wanna cum—please—”

One of your hands raise to run through his hair, the soft locks lightly wetted from his effort. Albedo leans for more of your touch. Anything that you can give him, he’ll take—

The moment your hand leaves, he wants to protest until you run it over his thigh and squeeze. A finger plays with his sensitive inner thighs, his stocking pulled up and pressing down into the soft flesh. Following the line of his garter, your touch stops right at his hip.

“Say it, sweetie. That you want to be a good boy for me—You’re going to be my good boy, aren’t you?”

Albedo nods quickly, as quickly as his fatigued mind can. “I’m your good b—mmm! Boy-“

With a few movements, the ring squeezing around the base of his cock slips off, catching on the ridge of his tip and falling to the floor below.

“Go ahead and cum, love. I want you to see how pretty you look when you do.”

One hand gently holds his chin up so he’s staring at himself in the mirror, debauched and wanting, the other wrapping fingers around his shaft and stroking along his length.

Your hand milking his leaking cock, Albedo weakly bounces in your lap, your own gaze lifted to the mirror to see the way a soft flush spreads over his neck, cheeks, and ears.

He hardly lasts until he comes, tears catching on his lashes and lips in an ‘o’ as each spurt of his cum paints the mirror with proof of his orgasm. And, as he promised, he watches himself come undone. He watches the way he’s desperately pressing his ass to push as far down against the strap as he can, the flush spread from chest to tips of ears. He looks beautiful, he realizes.

In a moment of weakness, his eyes meet yours in the mirror to see utter devotion.

And he breaks apart again. Even through his orgasm, you’ve been pumping his over-sensitive cock, whispering how good he’s being and how much you love him. Another few weak thrusts of his hips are accompanied by dribbles of cum beading at his tip only to cling to your hand.

“You did so well, Albedo, so so well.”

Now, tears flow freely from his eyes. Mind hazy, the man is lost entirely to the bliss you’ve edged him to, limbs weak and body slumping back against yours.

“I’m going to pull out of you, alright?” Your voice sounds so soft, drifting into his attention and making him make a half-hearted noise of confirmation. Before he knows it, he’s already clean and dressed, being laid in bed. You’ve always been so good at this.

Lips touch his forehead and he sighs dreamily. Every sensation seems dulled, but good.

“Go ahead and rest, my love, I’ll be right here for you.”

Peppered in kisses and the warmth of your embrace, he murmurs your name before drifting off to sleep.

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back on my bullshit

heat ran through Albedo's gut when he noticed you still weren't paying attention to him, the buzz of the vibrator against the tip of his cock was loud compared to the silence engulfing the room. painfully leaking onto the wooden floor below him the cock ring surrounding his dick made him throb from the lack of release. it was addicting, you, were addicting. the sight of you resting on the chair reading a book above him made him dizzy just thinking about how needy is his right now. albedo was willing to beg for your attention if he had to, but you told him to stay quiet when you started this test for him. he'd be damned if he wasnt going to be good for you, knowing that if he let out even a single moan you'd leave him on your bedroom floor for hours. he wouldnt want that. even if every nerve in his body yelled at him for release albedo stayed still, with his hands glued to his thighs, being a good boy like you asked.

staring down at him you smiled, albedo was being so good for you, staying still, his teeth clamped on his lips to keep the sounds from leaking out, and he's keeping his hands to himself. such a good boy for you. it was hard to do this to him, but the sight of him kneeling below you, cock twitching when you turned the vibrator higher up, eyes glossy with tears. it made it all worth it. His head was hanged down, no doubt embarrassed and sensitive from being edged for hours, he looked so pretty like this. placing the book down (you werent reading it anyways, how could you with albedo looking like that?) you lifted albedos jaw up with your hand before softly kissing him.

"such a good boy aren't you?"

you watch albedo flush red from the compliment, observing how he almost answered before shutting his mouth. Good.

"you did so well for me didnt you? would you like a reward?"

Albedo knew what you were doing, this happened once before when you tricked him into talking without giving him permission to speak. he wouldn't fall for it this time.

seeing how your bait wasn't taken you frowned a bit, moving your hand from his jaw to coax open his mouth with your thumb, "What a smart boy for knowing my tricks at the back of his hands."

biting down on your thumb to silence the upcoming moan albedo shut his eyes, taking everything he's got not to let his voice spill when you circled one of his nipples.

"ah, ah. none of that 'bedo, come on, mouth open."

this must be what hell feels like, cause albedo was on the brink of collapse when you pried his mouth open. his breaths coming out as pants to try and calm himself down, but the vibrations from toy was starting to get too much. cursing in his mind about how unfair you were being he gave a startled moan when you pinched his thigh, right next to where his dick was, pitifully leaking pre cum.

smiling at his moan, albedo groaned in defeat and from the vibration stopping all together. "Seems like someone is in need of punishment."

this was going to be a long night.

I need to lay down, maybe eat some grass like we discussed.

That being said.

CHI YOU'RE A GENIUS.

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holding albedos hands. during. intercourse. 😩😩😩😩😩

((NSFW 18+))

His hand automatically slips into yours now—fingers weaving tight together to guide you to a particular spot he found that day, or loosely as the two of you make your way home after a long adventure.

This habit came seemingly out of nowhere, however.

It just so happens that it's something you finally notice in the heat of passion.

It's utterly impractical with how your bent over the desk and he's pinned your hands to rest against the small of your back.

But suddenly, he carefully guides one up to rest besides your head on a stray sheet of paper you're half laying on.

"I need to..."

You only catch onto the first words before he looses himself in the feel of you. His palm pressed to the back of your hand is so warm; his fingertips slotted between yours in attempt to hold your hand.

Between his thrusts, your hazy mind tried to figure out why- You missed the slight ache in your arms from the earlier position.

When his hips slam against you, filling you deep, he squeezes your hand. Somehow, someway, you have become his anchor, his lifeline, the one person who he craves to touch—gently, intimately.

So for as long as he can, he won't let go.

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you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

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- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

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your wish is my command

you looked up to where venti was sitting, his wings fully free, his clothes white (a bit erotic..), and the way he stared down at you from your spot between his legs sent a shiver down your spine. He smiled down at you and cupped your jaw in one of his hands.

"Ven- Lord Barbatos.."

"Shush now songbird, your archon demands your attention."

your face flushed when you felt his hand grip tighter around your jaw to direct you to his growing hard-on. Bringing your hands to rub at his bare thighs you slowly trailed them up to his shorts to pull them down, just enough for his dick to spring up from your action.

"Keep going now dewdrop, you don't want to disappoint me now do you?"

you shook your head and gently wrapped your hand around his member as the hand that held your jaw now rested on top of your head, guiding you to taste him. your lips kissed the tip of his dick before slowly licking around the head as you heard a hiss fly out of the god above you. his hand slowly pushed you further onto his dick as you relaxed your throat as he bottomed out inside you, Venti then brushed your bangs out of your face as you connected gazes.

"What a wonderful little sacrifice i have here," He smiled as he lifted your head just an inch before burying himself back inside your throat, "such a pretty whore for their archon, aren't you?"

My brain is fizzled out JFKDND

thank u for the good food Chi 😌😌

But also, Venti with a god/worship kink??? And light degredation??? And then servicing him??? Mmmm good shit

Okay okay now I think I'll start on that eggpreg drabble thing 🎶🎵

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feeling a bit down, but imagining albedo making me hot chocolate and hugging me under the covers is free therapy

uuuu same we can wallow together /hj

He'd make it with extra marshmallows and whipped cream if you like it that way, carefully balancing two mugs of the delicious, warm drink in his hands along with a few easy snacks.

Placing them down, Albedo would lean to peek at you, finding you curled up in bed with the covers pulled up high.

"Would you like it now? It's still hot, but it'd be calming if you drink carefully."

When there's a quiet decline, he'll shed off his jacket to slip under the covers with you. He understands the feeling. That quiet dread that settles and feels like a cloud within your mind. So he pulls you close, letting your head rest on his chest, and whispers soothing words.

The hot cocoa is best when it's still warm...but he supposes that the addition of melted cream and disintegrated marshmallows would taste just as good.

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BESTIE THINK ABOUT THIS

head alchemist Albedo is used to praises about how smart, and how much of a genius he is. He's used to people running up to him in public wanting to ask for his time,to talk about his work, they always annoy him so he's used to staying alone, where no one can bother him during free time. but its different with you, you didn't constantly ask him when he would be free next, you called him by his name and not by some title, and you didnt give him useless offhand compliments to gain his favor.

so when you first call him pretty while absentmindedly looking towards his direction when he was drawing, he didnt expect how much it would affect him. his face turned red instantly. or how when you two got intimate and you called him a "good boy"/ "pretty boy" he almost thought he was going to die from how fast his heart rate spiked, (its not supposed to do that). or maybe when you smiled as you looked up from your book calling his name with the utmost love and care in your eyes did he realize that you mean so, so much more than he thought.

(Suggestive towards the end)

I'M SO SOFT FOR ALBEDO RN

ALSO I GOT CARRIED AWAY AOIESHFAOIWEHAIWEH THIS IS WAY LONGER THAN I MEANT TO MAKE IT-

And I love this idea so much because it's absolutely true--hearing the same thing over and over again gets so tiring and you even sometimes end up questioning if they're true-

Not to mention, from personal experience, as someone who'd rather not socialize in person because of how tiring it is and how difficult it is to keep tabs on everyone when everyone is so demanding...it absolutely grates on the nerves. Anyway, in Albedo's case, Sucrose and Timaeus are just as qualified to help--not every alchemical problem requires Albedo to solve it, after all.

It took a few times for him to pick up on the fact that you virtually never vied for his time. It was a bit of a cause for concern at first, since it seemed like all anyone did was want to know if he'd be free next week or perhaps if he could set down what he was doing for a moment (he couldn't).

Rather, you'd pop up at the best of times, only ever appearing when he wasn't elbow deep in paperwork and experiments with a inquisitive call of his name.

"Albedo?"

Not 'Chief Alchemist', not 'Mister Albedo', not 'Kreideprinz'--but...just Albedo. Just his name.

Ever the enigma, you were.

As for his appearance and personality, he's been called it all: handsome, amiable, dashing, genius, unparalleled (he found this one quite strange), mysterious even--

But the moment that you smile (his heart flutters when you do, he realizes quickly) and call him pretty? He can't help but think about it for the remainder of the week.

Was it pretty like a cecilia, perhaps? Those are considered pretty by many citizens of Mond, after all. Or maybe you meant it in the way that the sky is? No, no, perhaps not. The mere thought that perhaps you meant in the same way that he finds your laugh pretty passes his mind and he quickly has to shake his head to rid the thought.

He must be distracted, yes-

Unfortunately, he didn't realize the way that the tips of his ears turned red and warmed up at the offhand compliment.

By now, you've definitely piqued his interest. He wants to know what it is that makes you so very different from everyone else. In fact, the alchemist would often go out of his way to seek you out. Relationships are difficult to keep up and are quite time consuming, but with you?

Albedo couldn't ever seem to get enough.

Then, before he knows it, there's never a moment when the two of you are seen apart for longer than a day.

Growing used to your presence, it feels odd when he's left without you, opting to ask around to see if anyone's seen you so that he can put good use to his free time.

When you finally come into view and beam at him, there's the fluttering in his chest again.

"Bedo!"

You come up to him and he manages to say how he's finished up with all his work for the day. It's much earlier than when he'd usually be done so of course--

"Good boy-"

You pat his cheek with a bit of well-deserved praise and a bright red blush breaks across his cheeks. Why...did he like that so much?

That question is answered after becoming intimate with you. In fact, it's answered quite a few times within those first few experiences.

Though even then, nothing can compare to the way that he realizes you look at him like he's your world. Because he is, you'd laugh. He realizes that he feels the same.

So this all leads to the present moment, wrapped up in bed in your arms and you in his. Little whispers of sweet nothings and the exchange of kisses between.

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haha, kazuha and reader dying so xiao is back to being alone and having to deal with his karma debt (wtf is it called im too lazy to search) by himself and slowly losing his humanity from the loss of his lovers

(:

No More

Contains: Kazuha x Xiao x Reader, ANGST, implied death, hurt no comfort

Whenever he closes his eyes, he can still feel your gentle touch. Even the teasing lit of Kazuha's voice.

The days since those warm, summer memories have long since past, giving way to the unforgiving chill of winter and an empty ache within his chest. To love, is a mortal's joy. Yet...the very sweet taste quickly sours when a life lived stretches out to eons.

So all that Xiao is left with is the whisper, a suggestion of what his lovers were. No longer could he remember the quirk of smiles or the color of eyes.

Were his eyes crimson, rose, or ruby?

The only thing that stays is the way that his tears never cease to fall behind the mask he dons day in and out.

No longer can he find solace in another's arms. Not when the only arms he longed to rest in have returned to the earth beneath his feet.

Xiao can only find solace in the claws that rip at him, tearing him apart bit by bit.

Was this what it was like...? He closes his eyes and he can barely feel the brush of lips against his forehead, now replaced with the harsh bite of the very demons he swore he'd protect you from.

A brief memory surfaces, one where the two of you had called his name and he appeared with eyes narrowed and spear readied only to discover a fresh plate of almond tofu and the warmth of your love.

"Xiao--" but he can't remember if you'd said his name loud or soft. Can't remember the words which followed.

If he could have saved you both--from the untimeliness of a mortal's life--would you have spoken his name? Accepted it?

His eyes grow warm with the tears that spill, body crumbling to the ground as the voices in his head overwrite petal-soft words. Maple leaves are all that comes to mind in the fog.

Nails dig, the dirt wedging between them uncomfortable.

Everything hurts.

And in his very last moments, his tears paint the dirt below and two names slip from his lips.

Perhaps...if he were to call your names...

You would appear.

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Edit: I wrote some sweet KazuXiaoReader fluff from Xiao's pov because writing this bummed me out JFJDJDJ

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i cant forget talking about albedos star mark being extremely sensitive and fun to kiss bye

CHI HOLY SHIT

hihihi I hope you're doing well also hsoihfie all those skeleton gifs are top tier nodnodnod

but that being said, absolutely it's like...forbidden for it to not be sensitive and fun to kiss, after that's his pontil mark >> I don't actually know if pontil marks can or cannot handl more stress in terms of glassware, but the idea makes for an interesting topic to look into so now I'm going to go and research after this ehehee

BUT ANYWAY

yesyesyesyes you press a little kiss to the star on his neck and his eyes flutter, a soft sigh leaves his lips and you can hear his heart thudding louder in his chest- I'd argue that that's one of his favorite things. Just to lay peacefully together, arms wrapped around each other and you with your head nestled against his neck so you can trace that little mark and give it kisses and stuff :DDD

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to redeem myself.

you sat up from your bed when you saw a bright teal color flash throughout your bedroom. looking in the direction you spotted Xiao kneeling on the ground as blood dripped down his temple, his breath coming out as pants.

"Xiao?!"

you got off the bed and did a little sprint to where he was on the floor as you held his face in your hands with worry. "what happened? oh archons, you're bleeding." turning his face in different angles to analyze his wounds before he slapped your hands away from his face while mumbling a 'sorry'.

"it was nothing, just a misstep."

"nothing? Xiao, you're dripping blood all over my floor." grabbing hold of his hand that clenched his spear in a tight grip you pried his fingers off of the weapon and gently placed it on the ground. "come." taking his freed hands you guided him up and into the washroom off of your bedroom to sit him down on the edge of the bathtub.

Xiao stayed silent as he watched you busy yourself trying to find the first-aid kit lying around in some cupboard. Finally finding the kit you opened it up and grabbed an alcohol wipe and grabbed his chin in your hand to gently rub the blood off his face. He winched when you wiped against the cut as you apologized for going too rough against the wound.

"thank you."

looking down towards where xiao was staring at you, you leaned down to kiss his forehead and smiled at his flustered reaction, "of course, who else will take care of the Vigilant Yaksha other than me?"

Apology accepted-

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ok, but what about albedo tying you up?????

strapping a vibrator against your sex as you try to push your hips away from the feeling, youre overstimulated from how long he's kept you writhing against the sheets on the bed. the man just across the room drawing you, occasionally palming his hard on but he focuses on making sure to grab each and every angle, position, and face you give him.

"come on love, show me that pretty face of yours."

Look see I'm answering the ask chiiii

Sitting there you'd be able to see that hungry glint in his eyes, watch the way that he licks his lips and his breathing is just barely ragged. If you'd be able to get out of the haze of bliss you're in, that is-

Albedo would want to capture everything that he can--the way your lips part in a silent moan, the slick that marks your inner thighs (for afab) or the way that pre beads at your tip and spills over to mark your shaft (for amab). At this point, you're so sensitive, have come undone so many times, that it almost hurts. Every shift and buzz is amplified tenfold.

But he's patient, lifting his pencil now and then to take in your visage and shift his position because the hardness in his shorts is getting uncomfortable.

He'd want nothing more to take you right then and there, but Albedo is a huge tease...not to mention you were just a bit mean the other night when he was subbing.

Maybe he'll even get up at one point, guiding you into a certain position and tease you back, a mimicry of the other day while tipping your chin up.

"You're being so good for me, aren't you? Making me feel good like this."

Just imagine how husky his voice would sound mMM

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WAIT WOULD THAT MEAN THAT VENTI WOULD BE ABLE TO CHANGE HIS SIZE INSIDE YOU????? AYO???

CHI, YOU'VE READ MY MIND

Size kink Venven...

No one can convince me that he wouldn't have a size kink. Size kink with some power play sprinkled in, lots of teasing- GOD KINK

Just imagine, he's buried deep, eyes half moons and gazing down at you. When you feel the sudden shift, you gasp and he can't help but let out a chuckle and press down on your belly where you can feel his cock pressing up in you. You feel so so full and the added pressure makes you squirm.

"Oh? What's this? My little Windblume is taking me so well-"

hehe....

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haha, imagine putting on a good girl personality only when Scaramouche is around but behind his back youre actually a sadistic bitch. so when youre finally together with him and he thinks he's gonna top when being intimate with you, you turn your personality to how it usually is and dom the absolute fuck out of him.

IEHFOIEH FLIP THE SWITCH FLIP THE SWITCH YES

I will never not love this dynamic when it comes to Scaramouche. Any time I write for him it ends up like this. Constant battle for dominance, not subby sub!Scara, dom!Scara but with reader trying to get the upper hand-- it's the best kind of food

The best kind.

But imagine the look on his face when he finally has you in bed. He's hovering over you, just about to lean in to kiss you when-

Suddenly, he finds himself with his back against the mattress and you with a gleam in your eyes that sends a jolt of desire straight through him. He's never been in this position--or at least if he has, it's once in a blue moon. But the way that you're touching him? Making him ache for more?

Archons above, is it addicting.