SYNOPSIS: after numerous failed arranged marriages set up by your parents, you thought the one with the vice-captain would follow the same pattern. you're proven wrong when he subverts what an expected greeting should be given.
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𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of beer and drinking, reader is from snezhnaya and has a dendro vision, reader also has lowkey/implied mommy issues, mentions blood and a wound, arrange marriages obv, cameo for varka, ragbros, jean, lisa, and albedo; not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
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"you are to be wedded to the vice-captain of the fifth company."
that's how it all began — a simple dinner with your parents as they dropped the bomb of your new marriage candidate. you tried your best not to appear vexed. keyword: tried. but unlike you're ever admirable cousin, jean, your face gave away more than your words ever could.
your brow twitched, the small fork in your hand clattered to the porcelain plate. your mother threw a disapproving glare, while your father coughed into his fist. "now, [name], my dear—"
"don't "my dear" me, father." you bark out, "what happened to giving up on setting me up for another failing marriage."
"you haven't even met the vice-captain," he argued.
you rolled your eyes in bemusement, "and you have? what happened to not involving yourself with 'pitiful, mongering barbarian?""
"your marriage has been decided," he stated sternly. he set his utensils with force enough to rattle the entire table as he raised his head like he always did when someone challenged his authority as a duke. "you are to be wed to vice-captain lohen." a tired sigh escaped him, a gloved hand pinched between his brows as he heard you stand from your seat and dash out the dining room. "arranged marriages aren't all so bad, [name]!"
"not all bad, you say?!" you shouted from across the corridor. "take a look at your relationship with mother before you say that!"
your family arrived in mondstadt at dawn. the trip to dorman port was as you expected—humid, and all too bright in comparison to the snow of snezhnaya. the people smiled often, too, you noticed. well, you supposed this was the land of freedom after all. you're quite tempted to see where the winds would take you when all you've grown up with are the blizzards and snowstorms that knock at your windows like an incessant friend who can't take no for an answer.
still, despite your curiosity about what the wild berries in the bushes would taste like, you willed your feet to stay rooted at the docks. your father greeted everyone as usual; your mother hid half her face in disdain behind her fan. like you, she had a lot to say about the weather, but you doubt she'd sugarcoat any unpleasant comments she had. people have told you that you took after her the most — too straightforward, too quippy, too wild to be a duke's heir.
"and you must be the duke's heir," a voice commented. you snapped your head up to the noise and realized, in mortification, that you had to crane your neck to even meet his eyes. you grip the silk of your apparel in alarm. "i'm varka. knight of boreas, grandmaster of the knight of favonious!"
the grandmaster pressed a closed fist to his chest, a grin plastered on his face as he bowed his head. "from now on, you will be in our care. if you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to inform me. or lohen."
lohen.
you wondered what he's like.
as varka stood back to his full height, he offered you a hand to guide you to the horse you'll be riding to the city. "the roads are treacherous here, your grace. using a carriage will only lengthen the time to get to the city." he had explained earlier when your mother had complained at the lack of proper transportation. you sighed in dismay when she threw another hissy fit, your father right behind her as he guided her onto the horse, gathering the many layers of her gown. he was probably chastising her for not heeding his warnings. you turned around and let varka lift you to the saddle (and when i say lift, i mean lift. the man even had the audacity to laugh and ask if you were eating properly.)
you tuned out the rest of mother's tantrum in favor of soaking in the sights of your new home. it was… starkly different. you could actually see the path, albeit it was… unrecognizable; wild flowers bloomed from the soil, and small critters would gather atop rock formations to tilt their heads at you. when you thought no one was looking, you gave them a small wave. a smile bloomed on your face when the small squirrel jumped in delight before scurrying away with its friend.
"you're quite the charmer, your highness." you turned to your left and watched as varka reign his horse slow it's pace and match yours. his sky-lit eyes eventually fell on the mount you had been riding, a low whistle escaping his lips. "that horse you're riding is infamous for throwing off any rider that touches his saddle."
you feel your anxiety spike, quickly looked down to your horse before you calmed down. "you should've said that earlier, grandmaster…"
he laughed, hearty and whole. like the feeling of joy existed in the air that wafted in the surroundings and encompassed the space of his lungs. "ha, ha, ha! i heard rumors about you being blessed by mother nature herself, your highness! ah, forgive me. i know i shouldn't indulge in such rumors but the moment you had stepped off that boat, i had a feeling you were special."
you blinked up at him (cursing the very obvious gap in your heights in your mind) and couldn't stop yourself from asking, "why is vice-captain lohen here?"
there's a shift in the air. subtle, almost as if it never happened to begin with. but you saw it. the way varka's eyes widened for just a fraction, how they looked at anything but you, and how he changed the subject faster than any warning of an avalanche you've heard.
the trip to the main gates was spent in silence after that. you didn't dare to ask the question again, or even bring up your fiancé's name. afraid of the suffocation the knights would have to endure as the words fell from your lips.
lohen. you trialed in your mind. it was short enough to remember, but unique in a way you've only ever heard it once. lohen. you looked up to the sky, the day had barely passed despite it feeling like you've travelled through half of teyvat already. when the sun peeked around it's shield of clouds, you wondered where your fiancé was.
mondstadt was welcoming. welcoming enough for your father — all up-tight, and no funny business — to indulge in a few rounds of beer in a quaint bar in a corner. "it's angel's share," you're mother informed, already half-way through her glass of champagne when she found you in a dark corner on the second floor. "owned by the most sought after bachelor in mondstadt — diluc ragnvindr."
"if he's so sought after, why wasn't he a candidate?" you asked, swirling the apple cider in your glass.
"naive child, i've told you numerous times already. he could have been, if you hadn't burned his letter in the fireplace like a fool."
ah, now you remembered. you were high on emotions that night and the thought of leaving home with a man you didn't know sent you into a spiralling tantrum that ended with you burning the stacks of marriage proposals on your father's desk. you distinctively remembered a burgundy envelope and an owl seal amongst them.
you took a careful peek at your mother who had dropped herself on the seat in front of you, much to your disdain. when she clicked her tongue, you took it as your cue to let your gaze fall like it always had in her presence.
"because of your foolish mistake, you're stuck with this half-witted, war-mongering vice-captain."
"'warn mongering'?" you asked.
she rolled her eyes at you, drinking the remaining champagne and slammed the delicate glass in front of you. "the boy is a monster, [name]." she said, "that lohen is unbecoming. i can't wrap my mind around how he, of all people was accepted into the knights."
the way she said lohen's name — as if the very letters seared her tongue and offended her existence — made something churn in your stomach. you didn't know him, you reminded yourself, there's no point in defending him. in fact, with varka's prior reaction to you questioning his whereabouts, you're left with little but too much all the same; lohen was someone distasteful to be around.
"are you even listening to me, [name]?!" your mother rattled, "listen to me, dear archons above what have i done to deserve such a disobedient child—"
you stood from your seat, the legs of your chair dragging across the floors before it dropped with a painfully loud thud. chatter paused, songs finished abruptly, and you simply smiled. "i'm tired, i'll be retiring for the day." you excused yourself from the others, bolting to the stairs, only to be stopped when the grandmaster weaved himself between you and the exit.
"now, your highness, you can't leave yet!" he said, one hand still holding a wooden mug of beer.
you raised a brow at him, your patience growing thin when he continues to block your path regardless of what step you took. "grandmaster," you warned. "please, step aside."
but he only shook his head, a finger scratched his chin while his eyes darted across the many faces in the bar. "y-you can't!"
"and why not?"
"because… um… you see, we were, um…"
while he was busy thinking fo an excuse, you sent out a silent prayer to the tsaritsa that barbatos doesn't smite you for landing a blow on one of his knights (though calling it a blow would be an exaggeration when the grandmaster was double, if not triple your body mass). at best, you had landed a strong enough blow to his side to tickle, tickle, him to drop his guard and wheeze out of your way.
finally! you thought. you were almost free from this stuffy, beer-stinking room!
but as you opened the door, a force from the other side pulled it forward, taking you along with it. everyone gasped, and you shut your eyes to brace for the impact, already imagining the scolding you were about to receive if even a single scratch were to grace your face. but it never came.
instead, heavy and dirtied hands caught you by the forearms as your face planted into someone's uniform stained with blood. you stayed there for a moment longer than what would be considered necessary.
"well, ain't this a lovely first meeting, your highness!"
you felt the blood drain from your face as you realized who you had just fallen into. with a heavy sigh and grumbled curses, you lift your head enough to catch a glimpse of a face that did not match the tone of his voice. his eyes were something straight out of a fairytale, but it's not what you'd describe as "princely" or even a "knight" — they had no light, like never-ending, encompassing pool of carmine that bleeds into the sky.
your mother was right, lohen was a monster.
"what? do i have something on my face?" he asked, and you're mortified to realize that you had been caught staring right into a rabbit hole of his gaze. the pads of his gloves dragged from your forearms down to cup your palms — gentle, sure. you think you can feel the callouses from how he uses his weapons, and yet… "you okay there? i'm starting to think i'm not the only delusional one here." he joked with a chuckle under his breath.
"excuse me?"
"just a joke! no need to be offended, your highness," he assured you, but it did little to quell the somersaults that your stomach continued to perform. his skin was pale, maybe as pale as the snow back at home, and there's a single guiding star beneath the right of his eye. his mouth moved, and you thought what he said was funny when the other patrons laughed. but you didn't hear it. not when your hand, the one your father swore would never know the feeling of blood, dragged a thumb over the bleeding scratch that etched his cheekbone down to the side of his chin.
"what a wound. it must be painful," you muttered before a familiar condensation of dendro energy pooled at where the blood continued to stain his cheeks. "hold still," you asked, and against everyone's expectations, lohen did as you asked. he stood still, very still. when half of the wound had closed, you began to wonder if he was even breathing.
when his cheek was fully healed, only then did you finally breathe out a sigh of relief. noticing how the room had gone quiet, you became acutely aware how little distance was left between you and the vice-captain. with reddening cheeks, you let out a cough into your first, and stepped back. the warmth of his hold left a scalding trail on your skin that raised the hairs yet left you wanting for more, all the same.
lohen stumbled back, too. a hand clumsily tugging at the collar of his uniform, before both hands dusted down his shirt, cursing when he realized blood had managed to stain the spot you had planted your face in. when your eyes met again, you noticed the obvious flustering of his cheeks. it contrasted nicely against his pale, snow-stricken complexion. and it made the blush that crept up his ears all the more obvious.
your staring context was broken when you hear a snort from behind you. your head whipped to see the culprit, only to find varka ducking his head down just as you glared at him. he waved a hand in apology, setting his cup of beer down the counter, and going past you just to stand besides lohen.
"your highness, allow me to introduce to you the vice-captain of the knight's fifth company." a heavy hand was placed on his shoulders, and your eyes met again. this time, he didn't look away, nor did you think he cared much for the obvious red on his cheeks. "lohen, this is their highness, [name]. proud heir to snezhnaya's dukedom, who also happens to be your fiancé."
lohen rolled his eyes, shrugged off varka's hand on his shoulder before reaching for something behind him. "can you tell me something i don't know, grandmaster? i do more than just fighting, you know."
"that's rather hard to believe, but sure! whatever you say!"
annoyed by his superior, lohen swiftly delivered an undamaging kick to the grandmaster's shin. the latter only laughed at his attempt, before shoving him forward, nearly sending you both toppling over if you had not caught him by the shoulders as he did with you.
"stupid grandmaster, i don't need your help," he grumbled under his breath.
you tilted your head curiously, slotting you perfectly in his visage that he stumbles over the next few words. "help with what?"
you heard the other knights holler and whistle, the grandmaster behind him laughed even harder as he passed you both, taking up his previous station by the bar and watching with amused eyes. "the same reason why he wasn't there to greet you when you arrived, your highness!" varka explained. "come on lohen, don't get all shy on us now! you we're all fire and spirit when you proposed the idea, where's that spirit gone?"
"drowned by your noise if you don't shut the hell up!" lohen shouted amidst the sea of laughter and cheering. "damned nosy assholes. who even said you were in on the plan in the first place?!"
"i'm… a little lost."
as he finally remembered who he was in proximity with, the blush on his face worsened, and the cheering grew louder. he slipped from your hold, taking a deep breath and continuing his grumbling, throwing a glare at the head that belonged to the grandmaster as he finally fixed his posture.
couhing into his fist, lohen did one final lookover his appearance — fixing the collar of his shirt, dusting down his cape, and brushing the bangs over his eyes. he took one step, then another, until he was only an arm's length away and you had to stop the squeek that nearly slipped from your throat when he took your hand in his, while the hand behind his back revealed a bouquet of local flowers in mondstadt.
"i apologize, for not greeting you first. i know it's not exactly very "knightly" of me," lohen paused, his thumb rubbing mindless circles on your knuckles as his gaze flickered from your face to the flowers in his hold. "and appearing all battered and with a wound on my face is… unbecoming. but i promise, it was for a good cause. that being this." he motioned for you to take the bouquet. when you gingerly accepted them in your hands, he straightened his back again. "welcome to mondstadt, my fiancée. i hope you'll like it here."
"'welcome to mondstadt, my fiance.' now where, pray tell, did you learn to smooth-talk like that, lohen?"
the vice-captain only rolled his eyes. he continued wiping down his spear in jean's office (why it had to be here, lohen didn't know. and fankly, he was too tired to know.). "it was a formal welcome. since all you wanted to act like a stick had stuck up your ass, i decided to be… more me."
"more you, as in revealing your year-long crush on the duke's heir?"
"when have i said that?!"
albedo and kaeya shrugged, but the all-knowing and teasing smiles on their faces had lohen's heart hammering in his chest. when lisa chuckled and closed her book, only then did he realize that he had abruptly stood from his seat, his polearm lay forgotten on the floor along with the cloth he was using to clean it.
"now, now, don't tease him you two. it must have been hard to gather all those flowers in starsnatch cliff with the activity of the abyss."
"thank you—"
"and confessing isn't exactly an easy thing to prepare for! the fact he even showed up is a miracle in and of itself."
"lisa?!"
"enough, you three."
when jean arrived, only then could lohen relax and sit back down on his seat. he picked up his polearm and glared at kaeya when the man snickered at him.
"now that we're all here, we will be discussing the appropriate accomodations to the duke and his family," jean's eyes landed on lohen first. "thankfully, master diluc had agreed to house them for a while until we finish the deal with northland bank." then, she nodded towards lisa and albedo's direction, "the duke's only request is that their highness's studies in alchemy to be continued, so i'll be trusting you both in that regard."
"thank you for trusting us, dear jean."
"yes, we'll do our utmost best."
jean smiled, shoulders finally relaxing, "that leaves kaeya and me with managing their transportation when the duke and duchess return. now lohen," the vice-captain stiffened. a shiver ran down his spine when he met jean's eyes and watched in horror as even her lips tugged into a teasing smile. "it'll be your job to assist them in any and every field. you are their hand-picked knight, ensure that they remain safe until the weeding."
"it offends me that you think i can't even do something as simple as that," lohen complained.
"ah, ah. i'm not finished.
"huh?"
jean smiled, in fact, everyone in the room smiled. and lohen felt cold, ice water was dumped over his head when the next words followed.
"as their fiancé, be sure to woo them now and then. it took a lot of effort from master diluc to get your name on their candidate's list after all."
characters: albedo x female!reader
synopsis: you tease albedo to see if your lovely gentleman boyfriend ends up losing his composure. he won't, right? he's always been so nice towards you... until one day, you push his buttons way too much. It ends with an extremely sexually frustrated albedo giving you the best fuck of your whole life.
cw: top! albedo (bit ooc), bottom! reader, rough sex, angry sex, clit play, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, p in v, manhandling, overstimulation, teasing, grinding, cock slapping, breeding kink, spanking, darcryphilia, creampie, porn with plot, multiple orgasms, table sex, orgasm denial/edging, excessive cum, feral bedo
wc: 8.4k words
yeah um, cw kinda went a bit too much there, which means the smut below is a ride. Albedo is totally ooc, but yall i dont care anymore bcuz i just want him to fuck like a feral animal rn, brain empty, just hips moving. if u enjoyed the fic, thanks, my smut is sometimes all over the place because my fingers begin typing before i even know what i want, especially for albedo o m gee
“Oh, right, Albedo. Get some proper sleep, will you? You look like you will pass out if I send you to a hilichurl camp right now, hahaha!” The Grandmaster sounds out his signature loud laugh again, his huge and wide shoulders bouncing with every breath.
Albedo holds back a sarcastic eye roll, merely sluggishly responding with, “Yes, Grandmaster. I will make sure to get adequate sleep tonight.”
And so, he shuts the door of Varka’s office, and makes a beeline straight back to his office. He passes by knights and familiar faces, offering them quick fake smiles on the way while quickly rushing back. Anyone who stops him for a quick chat ends up being hollered off with a fast murmur of 'sorry I'm busy'. This time, today, he will be confronting you, and you will have no chances for any excuses-
“Albedo~”
Before he gets to even turn his head to identify the voice, his wrist gets tugged into a dark corner of the building.
He stumbles at the sudden yank. Being on high alert, his hand instantly reaches out to his side for his sword, until he recognises that dorkish grin anywhere he goes. The tension on his shoulders drop, a heavy rock lifted off his chest as he exhales in relief, knowing it is not a dangerous enemy, but his girlfriend who has dragged him here.
Albedo barely has the energy to register what he wishes to confront you about, completely forgotten all about it at the back of his head, so he calls you out first, “Y/N. My dearest, I’ve noticed that these days, you have been—”
“I have been naughty?”
Despite being in darkness, Albedo has achieved better night vision than most humans after having stayed nights at Dragonspine. He realises you haven't stopped grinning since the moment you pulled his wrist. You step forward, and he feels… Your chest, breathing heavily, is being squished into his. So, he peers down, and almost lets a curse slip out of his tongue.
Out of all the days, you just have to be wearing that one provocative shirt that shows the most cleavage today. It accentuates your figure, yes. It makes you look like a goddess, yes. It makes Albedo terribly aroused, yes yes yes.
Albedo has never had a clear preference for whether he enjoys your chest or butt more. He likes both of them equally, and thinks that your entire being is perfect. However, when greeted with such a clear vision of… them, how can he not stare?
You are also standing way too close for your own good. He can feel your hot breath tickling, your skin touching his skin, bare.
“I know, ‘Bedo,” Your gaze drifts from his eyes, then his lips, and you lazily look up at his eyes again. A cat-like grin blooms on your visage as you repeat, “I know.”
It’s hell on Teyvat. His body is on fire, thrown into Natlan’s volcano to take a dip, but he ends up being submerged in it. Every strand of his nerves burn bright, flashing emergency signals in his head, but he can barely care. Cold water dumped over his body won’t help much either.
So, he barely holds himself together when you suddenly pull him in for a deep kiss.
Albedo, being completely untouched and unloved for the past week, moans into the kiss almost instantly. He knows the risk is there. The fact that the two of you are still in public, and anyone passing by the corner who looks closely will notice the sinful acts. Albedo knows, but he can’t help deliberately melting into the kiss, as his lips have always meant to be yours. Always.
Deepening the kiss, your hands wrap around his back, tugging him close to your body, while also intentionally pushing your barely-covered breasts against him. A fine weapon, if he must say, because his bulge is straining more against his pants now.
“Mmh, ‘Bedo…” You gasp lightly, when a swipe of his tongue goes across your lower lip, wetting it with his saliva.
In that dark corner, Albedo rejoices at your noises, a melody he has not heard in a week. Before he knows it, his flaccid cock has already hardened up, pumped full of excitement and vigour for enduring all your teasing. Even though the risks of being found out are exceedingly high, and might tarnish his reputation, Albedo gives no fucks.
You continue devouring his lips, claiming it as yours, before grabbing the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth, asserting your newfound dominance over him. The sudden tongue-kissing deems him speechless as your wet, and cold body part swirls around the walls of his mouth, drawing messy indecipherable constellations everywhere. Archons, he feels his knees weakly buckling beneath him from the sheer nerves.
Albedo hates to admit it, but after being edged for so long, he thinks he might come in his pants from just tongue-kissing alone.
“Dearest…”
His arousal is terribly evident when he keeps making inaudible noises throughout the kiss. Whimpering and whining. Sounds he has never allowed you to listen to before, now spilling out of his lips like endless secrets shared between two lovers.
It fuels you even more, when you fight through your tangled tongues, and finally pushing yours deeper until a low guttural moan tears out of his throat into the kiss, and his hips buckle against yours. Then, as if his body has been possessed by lust, he can’t help it when he flips up your skirt, and begins grinding his rock-hard bulge against your covered crotch, begging for whatever friction there is, just enough for him to reach an orgasm.
Truly an erotic scene taken from a romance novel, where the sexual tension hits an all-time high.
“M-My love, aah…” A sinful noise climbs out his throat, as he squeezes his eyes shut in pooling arousal and struggling disbelief, unwilling to believe it came out of him.
Albedo’s hands wander all over your body frantically, feeling your presence, your warmth, right next to him. His hormones run wild, like a teenage boy discovering porn for the first time, as he takes in your womanly scent.
His ears blush a dark red as he gets off to the sound of your pants for air, and the tiny moans that leave your lips when he grinds up at the perfect angle, brushing against your clothed clit. Your panties do nothing to hide the dampness soaking through the fabric. With every jerk of his hips, his protruding bulge bunches up your panties, creating a wet chaos between your legs.
However, as much as you enjoy it, having your boyfriend openly hump you in public, you have gotten way too invested in your games.
Biting down on his lower lip, you gradually part away from the kiss, a clear string of saliva connecting your tongues. At the same time, Albedo pauses his movements, staring at you in both confusion and desperation, like an innocent feline waiting for milk.
You relish the sight of Albedo being undone, a shattered mess before you. His lips are all bruised and plump, glistening wet beneath darkness. And his bulge, somehow bigger and heavier, throbbing alone.
You almost let out a satisfied chuckle at your job well done.
Albedo thinks you are only taking a break from the kiss, because there’s no way you are leaving him alone, right?
Right?
Then, he realises you are adjusting your top, patting down your skirt, and oh no.
“It has been fun playing with you, ‘Bedo, but I need to go. See you next time, love~” You blow him a teasing kiss, send him a wink, turn away, and walk back out into public, intentionally swaying your hips in front of him, acting as if nothing had happened, like you didn’t have a steamy makeout session with him in the Knights of Favonious building.
Albedo stays silent in the dark corner, watching as you happily skip away to the entrance, ready to head home to celebrate yet another success.
He realises that a hot, burning sensation that has been slowly building up in his core over the week, has already reached its limit long ago, but he’s been suppressing it out of courtesy for your feelings.
But now?
It’s a fucking calamity exploded into wild dancing flames throughout his blood.
The standby knights feel the ends of their hair rising when a figure, everyone knows too well as the alchemist of Mondstadt, crosses paths with them. However, he doesn’t speak a word, nor does he spare a glance at them. They don’t dare to greet him either, feeling his aura totally unfamiliar and pulsing with danger.
He remains quiet, taking one, two, three steps towards the ecstatic girl, like a waiting predator about to pounce on its oblivious prey.
So, you want to keep playing this game, don’t you? Pushing him way beyond his limits just to witness his composure falling apart?
This is what you wanted, and at that moment, Albedo doesn’t care what anyone will say anymore.
All he knows now, is that he sees red.
A loud gasp escapes your lips when someone grips onto your wrist harshly, tugging you towards them without a word. You struggle against the person’s grasp, wincing when you realise how tight they are holding onto your wrist.
“Hey! That’s not- huh? ‘Bedo-”
“A single word more, and I’ll fuck you right here, and now.”
When you say you are shocked. It’s an understatement.
You are fucked.
Locking eyes with Albedo terrifies you. The look in Albedo’s eyes when he growled at you, is not a gaze your Albedo will give you. Your Albedo gazes at you softly, and kindly, treating you like his whole world. This Albedo… His gaze is darkened with desire and lust. He looks like he’s about to fuck your world into shambles, until you don't even know which dimension you are in anymore.
It’s what you wanted, right? To see your boyfriend lose it all. So, despite the excitement pumping in your heart, why are you also scared of what he might do to you?
You gulp down your anxiousness, letting him drag you up the stairs like a rag doll, his footsteps and yours thumping loudly against the steps in the busy building. However, with Albedo being at the very front, everyone notices the ice-cold expression paired with his tightened jaw. Without another word, everyone clears out a path for the alchemist in fear. Of course, there are hushed whispers when they realise he’s dragging you in a hurry.
It takes everything in you to fight the blush rushing up your cheeks. There’s no way these people don’t know what’s about to happen to you.
When the two of you reach his office, he immediately throws the door closed with one hand. Your body instantly jerks up at the sudden sound, eyes running across the room in a panic, trying not to lock gaze with him.
You know better to not anger Albedo now.
But it’s a little bit too late, because your alchemist boyfriend is now towering over you, hand slammed at your side, against the door, trapping you beneath his figure. Albedo isn’t muscular, nor is he extremely tall like other knights, but you often forget that he’s strong. Horrifyingly strong.
Suddenly, you appear so weak, so fragile, nothing like the devilish girl that’s brought him to the edge countless times.
Low chuckles bubble up his chest, as he leans down to your face, a distance way too close where you can feel his breath fanning your lips. You notice the crazed look in his eyes. Beyond that, the field of teal is obscure. You can't make anything out of them, not a single hint of Albedo. Your Albedo. It stores nothing but lust, the sexual longing and yearning to stamp his name everywhere on your skin.
“Where’s the bravery from earlier, my love?” The corner of his lips rises to a lopsided smirk, and he tips your chin up with his gloved fingers, a stark contrast to the whimpering man you had beneath you earlier.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to lose my composure, Y/N?”
The alchemist grips onto your chin, forcing you to stare straight into his lost eyes, but god, your boyfriend looks even hotter like this, and you hate admitting it.
Yet, you wonder if there are people outside his office right now. The curious ones, pressing their ears against the door behind you. Or, the oblivious ones, wandering around, about to listen to the most erotic sex happen in their godsent kind alchemist’s office.
Would the people downstairs comment about your sudden departure into Albedo’s office?
Would they gossip and whisper about how he’s busy taking care of his girlfriend’s needs, when in reality, he’s about to give you the most mindblowing sex of all times?
The thought of it boils your stomach, sending raging bursts of heat straight down to your clenched core. You can’t help but feel a certain wetness begin to pool below you again, staining your clothing, as much as you’re ashamed of.
Albedo tugs on your chin abruptly, gripping it hard, eliciting a surprised gasp from his aggressiveness as he forces you to look at him in the eyes again, “Did I say that you can go ahead and daydream?”
His other hand, the one trapping you against the wall, trails down the side of your chest, then your waist, in an anguishly slow manner, as if making you suffer back all the teasing you’ve given him.
“You caused this upon yourself, dearest. Now it’s time to take responsibility for your own actions, because I’m losing my fucking patience.”
In a few seconds, Albedo’s tongue is all over you like a wild beast, licking at your lips, the corners, your neck. All the while, he takes off his coat, hurls it across his office without looking, focusing on only claiming you with his saliva.
His tongue swirls across your skin in hurried circles, wetting every spot he knows that makes you shiver. And when he has enough fun, he captures your lips in one go, shoving his tongue down your throat, as you did to him earlier. The action immediately elicits a loud gasp to escape your lips, but he shuts you up with another deep shove of his tongue, like he’s attempting to choke you.
Then, before you know it, he’s squeezing your breast in his hand, and pushing his pulsing erection into your thigh, distracting you from the fact that he’s already taking off your skirt.
People might think this entire situation is scary, but you? You are so turned on. By his actions, yes. But also this new side of Albedo that you have successfully unlocked. His loss of control, his rudeness, his frustration. Everything is directed to you.
And, not only did you make him curse, but he’s really lost all the strings holding him together. No doubt, he’s going to fuck you up, outwardly and inwardly.
Truthfully, never have you ever thought your boyfriend could be even sexier. This is proof, and you will gladly enjoy Albedo angrily fucking you until you see stars.
“I said, don’t-” Smack. “-daydream.”
Albedo has just landed a harsh smack on the back of your ass, sending you flying forward to his arms. You really do see the entire astronomy system in your eyes now, and the stars can't help but feel bad for what you are about to get yourself into. You don't care. This is a life-changing experience to be spanked by Albedo, and you can’t help but whimper at the pleasurable pain shooting up your body, a noise barely covered by you biting down on your lip.
“Hah, I can’t believe this,” The blond tears off your top in one go, as you watch in horror at how effortlessly it was for him to rip through fabric. Albedo is strong, and has always been, this is just the reminder you need.
He tugs off the skirt from your legs, before throwing it to another corner in the room, leaving you only in your undergarments now. You have no idea where he’s thrown the rest of his clothes, but when you look up at him, he’s already shirtless, revealing his lean build.
Suddenly, his digits are touching your clothed pussy, feeling your fluids that have seeped through the thin fabric. You nearly moan when he presses down onto your clothed clit, the one spot throbbing through the thin fabric, already damp, against his fingers.
Albedo knows your sweet spots way too well. As gentlemanly as he's born to be, Albedo is just like you said. Sex walking on legs. Yet, this time, instead of taking his sweet time with you, prioritising your pleasure, he jumps straight into your underwear, rubbing your clit at a speed like never before. Applying enough pressure, at the fastest speed.
The formula of destruction.
Albedo continues pressing his bulge into your thigh, grinding slightly to fulfil his own desires too. You steal a glance, and notice the thick outline of his cock in his pants, visibly twitching and straining at every touch he gains. One wrong move, and it might explode from its tight cages. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, hiding his amused smirk, and assaults your ear with a half-whisper tone, “Sooooo naughty, aren’t we, hm?”
He watches in pride as your body jolts like it’s on fire, broken moans and screams of ‘’s too much’ falling off your drooling lips. Yet, he doesn’t stop circling your puffy clit, smearing your slick everywhere on your folds as he makes your pussy a mess. He doesn’t care. As if all the logic in his mind, his aim for precision, everything— gone.
Your core clenches when he continues rubbing onto your clit like it's a toy, and it gets unbearable when you realise his gaze has been pinned onto your face since the beginning, drinking in every expression you make when he fastens his pace. Albedo enjoys watching you fall apart.
When he’s done abusing your clit, and decides you are close enough to an orgasm, he pauses. As a response, you whine out loud at the loss of his fingers.
It instantly earns you a harsh smack on the ass, “Whine again, and I won’t let you come.”
You let out a quiet whimper, which quickly turns into a scream midway when two of his fingers suddenly plunge deep into your wet pussy, arching his perfectly-carved digits in a way that makes you see the whole galaxy before you.
“Ah, you're clenching into me so tightly… Does it feel that good?” He grins deviously, pupils darkened with built-up fury and pure lust; not even a single reflection can be seen in them.
Never once have you wished to wipe off the smirk from your boyfriend’s lips. You aren’t even sure if it’s your boyfriend making you feel good anymore; he’s an entirely different being, a feral one. And you love it, a little too much.
The sudden cold digits pumping inside of you at a pace so fast, it hurts, yet it feels so good for some reason. With every plunge, he invades your insides, arching his fingers, and hitting so deep. His fingers feel so incredible, you almost mistake them for his huge cock that once gently thrusted into you, paired with the hushed whispers of compliments beside your ear.
There’s none of that sweet stuff now.
Only Albedo, and his desire to ruin you.
“A-aah, ah, mmh, f-fuck!” Your breasts bounce with every deep plummet of his fingers, somehow brushing against your g-spot now and then, eliciting a cry of his name from your wet lips.
God, this is way too erotic for your own good. Imagine being fingered by your lovely alchemist boyfriend by the door, with your moans uncontrollably slipping out of your tongue, not knowing about the things happening outside. There could be people behind that door you’re pushed against, listening to his slim, porcelain fingers pumping inside your wet slick.
Your thoughts run further away when Albedo suddenly, once again, rips through the fabric of your underwear, cursing lowly to himself in such a sexy way, your pussy nearly throbbing in pain from how hot everything he does is.
Then, before you know it, his lips slam into yours, kissing you with so much passion, tongue claiming dominance over your walls, tasting and panting wildly, like he's doing everything to absorb your existence. You nearly forget you’re in his office when you groan against him, knee pressing against his thigh, a grounding technique for yourself.
You feel his hand travelling up your waist, frantically running up your back, and moving to your bra, skillfully clicking the back open, before letting it collapse to the floor beside you.
Albedo continues hungrily devouring your face, but he finds new joy in teasing your chest. He flicks your nipple, thumbing it in between his free hand, twisting it, squeezing it, playing with it in all kinds of ways that cause your pussy to clench hard on his digits.
The tension grows hotter, so does your body, alighting into flames that invade your face, flushing your cheeks red. You don’t know what kind of face you are making anymore. Does it even matter? You just know that his fingers are fucking into you so nicely, his name falls off your lips like a desperate chant.
“M-Mmh, ‘Bedo- Fuuuuck, A-Albedo~!” You accidentally clench down on him so hard, he has to use all his strength to force his fingers inside you, and somehow he ends up reaching even deeper into your hole, making your juices drip around his palm, down to the wooden floor.
Albedo curses under his breath, feeling himself harden at the wet squelches coming from his work. As he curls his fingers to stretch you within, another squelching sound occurs from all the slippery slick inside you. It is truly wonderful how the human body can get aroused so easily.
And, it is truly wonderful how you, a human, can make him lose his mind over lust.
Your noises get louder, like they’re aiming for the heavens. Your attempts to muffle them by biting down on your lower lip prove futile when Albedo realises what you’re doing.
“Ah ah, don’t keep your voice down, love. I’m sure everyone would like to hear how desperate you are, clenching onto my fingers like this…” He doesn’t stop assaulting you with his digits, hammering you until you’re all full and well-stretched enough to take his cock.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Everything I’m doing to you right now. Me, losing control after you teased me, left me aroused all week…” Albedo thinks he’s high on drugs when he inhales sharply, as if taking in your erotic figure, catching your breath while your body is glazed in sweat.
He can’t help it when he darts to latch onto your neck like a bloodthirsty vampire, smelling your intoxicating scent until he hastily turns to sucking and licking, leaving desperate purple hickeys all across your skin ruthlessly.
Your body nearly gives up and collapses at the sudden sensory appreciation from Albedo. It jerks with every thrust of his two fingers, arches with every touch of his lips on your skin. It’s true, you’ve been degraded to a puppet made for Albedo, who cruelly controls how your body reacts with only his hands.
Like it’s a natural instinct from your body, your eyes nearly flutter close in pleasure when Albedo’s breathy, lower register floods into your ears.
“Hah, your reactions are telling me you’re gonna come all over my fingers soon. Is that right, my dear?” He pants, quickening the pace of his fingers pumping into your wet, swollen pussy, reaching into the deepest spots inside you, while your hips squirm needily for more, more, more.
Your mouth falls open in shame, only a name audible from all the lewd squelches, “Y-Yes yes yesssssss, o-ooh fuuuuck, ‘Bedobedobedo, ‘guna cummmmh—”
His name becomes part of your prayers, as you pray for yourself to keep conscious when you orgasm, because your organs are on fire. Your lower part is scorching in sex. Hot sex from your handsome, sexy alchemist boyfriend. The you who has just started dating Albedo will never believe your future self's words, because what do you mean Albedo is now fingers deep inside your sex, mumbling dirty filthy phrases beside your ear?
However, it seems he has other plans, because the moment you feel yourself inching closer to that satisfying burst of delight, Albedo takes out his fingers with a wet ‘pop’, leaving you needy and empty.
“Sadly, I’m not done with you yet.”
Is all he says.
Before he drags you by the arm harshly, almost stumbling as he drifts towards his office chair in a hurry. Then, he eases himself onto his chair, and begins taking off his shirt, revealing his toned, yet lean body beneath it. Your boyfriend has always looked this fine underneath the layers of clothing he wears. It’s always been your pride and joy that you’re the only one who gets to discover what he hides underneath…
Especially the thing underneath his pants.
“Albedo…”
You gulp, anticipation and sexual frustration become your best friends as you watch him unbuckle his belt, tug off his pants until they drop to his knees. However, when he reaches for his underwear, he intentionally takes a longer time dragging it down.
Catching the growing smug smirk on his face, your guts boil with a newfound hatred for your boyfriend’s flawless face. The agony. You hate him so much in that moment, you wish to yell in his face to just, fuck you already.
As if he’s heard your inner voice, he heeds your calls and finally pulls his underwear down. Almost immediately, your naked sight is graced with his thick, long, throbbing cock being freed from its shackles, bobbing with a deep, angry red at the leaking tip. It slaps against his abdomen, leaking like a faucet. Your eyes follow the trail of sticky pre-cum, rolling down his veiny shaft, to his balls: round and aching in raging sexual frustration, as if it’s been waiting for a whole lifetime to pump you full with his semen.
Witnessing the effect you’ve had on him for the past week, leaves you breathless. This is what you’ve been waiting for, the outcome of your efforts. So, why is your heart beating out of your chest, acting like his cock is going to fuck you brainless?
Maybe because it is. From the way Albedo is eyeing you down like a predator ready to swallow his prey, except this time, he’s doing it with his dick. And, it’s huge, it’s heavy, it’s the hardest you’ve seen it. It’s legitimately standing on its own, fully erect and ready to breed. You imagine holding it in your hand, and think how it's probably going to twitch, palpitating like it has its own heartbeat.
Archons. You want him so badly, you want his cock inside you desperately, your cunt is practically dripping and clenching on air right now.
“Turn around.”
Your brain gets erased into a pile of mush when he uses that sultry voice on you, leading your body to react before your thoughts even form.
“W-Wha— a-aah!”
His fingers immediately slip right into your cunt, slotting them deep inside, causing your hips to jerk slightly. You hear his breath quicken by the ear into something more needy, more longing. His expression is unreadable as you're facing away from him, but he doesn't seem to react in any way. You clench your thighs together firmly, savouring the feeling of his digits being buried in you, as if he’s using it as a heater for his naturally cold fingers.
However, it gets worrying when he doesn’t speak a single word, and goes completely eerily silent. Instead, his breathing gets louder. And by that, you mean very loud, it’s undoubtedly abnormal. You, with your naked body fully exposed, his fingers still buried inside you, manage to stutter out a question of concern for him, “U-Uhm… ‘Bedo, are you fine?”
You are met with a moment of great silence.
…
Until his voice drops an octave lower, rumbling so heavily with a certain husk, it almost seems like a whisper.
“You should hold on tight,” Albedo inhales sharply, and it sends shivers down your spine.
You blink, “Huh-”
“Because I’m done playing the nice guy.”
It felt like it was barely a second, perhaps even a millisecond, when he pulled out his fingers to dig his nails into the sides of your hips, and before you know it, he’s yanking your body down with full force.
A sudden, enchanting moment of clarity flashes in your head when an entire hard and erect, pulsing cock, gets forcefully shoved inside your cunt in one go. No lube, only your wetness, and his pre-cum, as well as his two fingers as prep. It’s just completely gone in, mushroom tip kissing the entrance of your sweet womb. Even your scream gets cut off at the sudden shock of his entire length fully penetrating your insides.
It is like a wake-up call, yanking your consciousness back into reality, that you are, right now, sitting on a cock. Not just anyone’s.
But Albedo’s cock.
And the thought of it clicks right into your body, nerves go haywire.
You come. Hard. On his cock.
Eyes completely rolling to the back of your head to meet the heavens, while your slick-dripped thighs quiver at your orgasm. Only your small, hushed moans fill the air.
“You came? Just from that?” You hear Albedo’s voice, but your field is still a blur from your climax.
Yet, you recognise those low chuckles anywhere, and it’s not a good sign.
“Since you want it so badly… Then take it.”
You are clueless whether it’s a day of fortune or misfortune, because Albedo begins thrusting his flushed cock into you. Not like his usual gentle and ginger pace, where he’s asking about your comfort every second. No. That side of Albedo is gone, and you know it.
He’s ramming his entire length into your pussy ruthlessly, gripping onto your waist, plunging his nails into your flesh like it’s his lifeline, yanking you and shoving you back down onto his length without even needing you to move.
“O-Ooh, f-fuck! ‘B-Bedo, ‘m still— haaah! still cumminnnn’—!” You cry out from the overstimulation, vigorously kicking your legs up in the air at the feeling of your insides being stretched to the maximum at the godlike speed of his thrusts, bullying you, filling up every inch and crevice inside you with his throbbing length.
The pleasure gets overbearing, and you think you might die from this. No. You will die. Your body erupts in flames, and his touch becomes the icy cool wind that delivers shudders across your back, automatically arching it.
He doesn’t hear your cries, your breathless gasps, and gives not a single fuck about your flailing. Instead, he fumbles clumsily, propelling your body up against his desk. With his leaking cock still inside you, you feel every movement and shift as he gets up. It even bumps against your g-spot, sending you into a sensitive, quaking mess, eliciting countless broken moans to fall out of your lips.
Albedo, panting heavily, without a word, pulls out his cock from your cunt, grunting at the way you’re still subconsciously sucking him back in despite your struggles. He watches in awe, dark pupils dilated in arousal and curiosity, as a thick string of your liquids combined together, connects the tip of his cock with your entrance. Like it was meant to be. Like the trope in romance novels, red string of fate, except this time, it's the lewd version.
The sudden emptiness has your soaked thighs rubbing against each other for friction, already missing the sensation of Albedo being buried deep inside you. You hold back the whine, remembering his words, but you’re loose, puffy, ready to take his cock in again, so why is he not putting it back in?!
“O-Oh god, ‘B-Bedo!”
The whimper held behind your lips rips out your throat as a mewl when Albedo slaps his thick, heavy cock against your lonely clit. The action sends sparks of electricity all across your nerves. Your clit has always been the most sensitive part of your body, and Albedo knows it.
He always knows what makes you cum easily.
So, he drags his heavy length across your pulsating clit, pressing down with slight force, enough to make your fallen body tremble on his desk.
“This.”
He taps the head of his swelling cock against your clit, easing you into a whimpering mess. A new bead of pre-cum forms on the head, glistening and sticky. He watches as your swollen clit pulses when he drags his cockhead across, your lower body quaking when he smudges the translucent fluid sloppily on the bud, as if marking your clit.
Then, he draws down to your wet folds, letting your juices mix with his pre-cum, before he languidly slides his all-too-familiar tip inside your warmth, sounding out a long, satisfied groan at the tight comfort of your walls.
“And this….”
He stops, leaving his bulbous tip in, relishing the beautiful sight of your creamy pussy tightening around anything you can have inside, even if it means just having his tip. His hands wander up the sides of your bottom and knead into your ass, before parting them open forcefully, exposing a world that's way beyond Albedo's fantasies. He sees the way your cunt drips out a sticky mess, your fluids flowing and mixing with his pre-ejaculate, shrouding his base.
“All mine.”
With one sharp snap of his hips, Albedo aggressively fucks back his throbbing cock into you on his paper-filled desk. Your entire body jumps forward, slamming into the wooden table while he plummets his cock in and out of your dripping pussy, like a machine built to only fuck.
“M-Mmh…!”
Everything is so loud.
Your uncontrollable moans, paired with his breathless pants and grunts. Your body is rocking against the table as he pins you down, separating your cheeks open for the whole world to see. Your cunt is easily taking his cock without a complaint. It’s almost terribly lewd, the slick sounds of him meeting your insides getting louder and louder, like a max-level pornographic novel that will set the world on fire.
Perhaps, even the people outside, miles away, can hear the sinful sounds from his office. The thought of it is euphoric; you can’t help but tighten around him.
…Wait, did he just get bigger?!
“You feel that?” He growls roughly, voice turned low-pitched, like a feral animal in heat.
Albedo places a hand on your tummy and slams his flushed, hard cock right back in, causing you to fly forward with a desperate cry. He watches from behind, through hooded bedroom eyes, the evident bump that has appeared in the middle of your stomach, mimicking the shape of his pulsing length.
“That’s me stretching you from the inside.”
Albedo’s veiny cock slips straight into your sweet spot, curving perfectly like it’s made to make you come all the time. His palm presses firmly against the bulge on your stomach, causing you to roll your eyes back from the pleasure.
To further fulfil his curiosity, he pulls back out, noticing how the earlier swelling has gone down in your stomach, following the movement of his hips. With a quivering breath, he lines up his tip, before ramming back in- the bulge reappearing, proudly taking its spot right below your belly button. He goes in so deep, the only thing keeping you grounded is your nails clawing against the wood of his desk, leaving a long trail of scratch marks like a wild cat gone rabid.
“My entire cock, inside you, pulsing so deep- fuck...”
He lies his front on your back, thrusts never faltering as you feel his hands wandering up your chest, before squeezing tightly onto your breasts. The close skin-to-skin contact ticks all the right boxes, as he breathes up against your sensitive ear, hot breath fanning your skin.
Your lips go parted, knowing that every action he does somehow makes your pussy needily flutter against his cock.
“Please…” You cry out, hips starting to grind against his, pressing your ass against his hipbone in desperation for more. More of what? You have no idea. Post-orgasm emotions still invade your mind while your horniness grows even worse in your stomach. “Please… F-Faster!”
“So needy.”
Albedo, proves his strength again by holding up your thigh, hooking it with his arm, causing you to squeal in surprise at the new position. You’re glad you’ve been trained in flexibility before, leaving you easily dropping into different sex positions to spice up your sex life. Now, with the clearer view, and no blocks, he will be able to fuck you better, right?
And god, you are so, so wrong. Because it’s not just better. It’s life-changing.
When the first roll of his hips occurs, you know you will be milking his cock dry.
“H-Hah, I’m going to ruin you. Gonna- mmh… come inside you with the cock you love so much.” Albedo’s leaky tip kisses your cervix again, and you realise how further deep this new position allows him to go, letting him easily abuse your womb every time he plunges inside you, driving his veiny cock into your leaking pussy again, and again, and again, until your mind becomes addicted to sex.
You feel it. Every ridge, every vein, every single inch of his cock, pounding intensely in you. The words get stolen from your throat. It’s perfect. Albedo’s perfect.
Your eyes well up with tears of pleasure, threatening to roll back again at how good he’s making you feel. The overwhelming pleasure takes over your whole body, and all you can think of is the man using you to get off. His name. His face. His lips. His cock.
Never once has Albedo made you cry in sex, this is a new thing.
Just like how, in this new position, you get to see every single detail. By that, you mean every single detail. The way his tip disappears into your hole, followed by his base. Like your pussy is swallowing him up, and granting him a blessing of the white creamy ring around his shaft. Then, your half-lidded eyes drift up, catching a wondrous sight of his expression, scrunched brows, angry and very horny.
And, he seems to catch you staring at him. So, he stares down at you, and… bites you down on the thigh, but he’s not just done yet- he swirls his tongue around your naked skin, filling the room with wet slurps from his mouth.
You don’t know how it manages to make you clench hard on his cock, but it just does. Seeing him molesting your skin, dragging his tongue everywhere on your body… It’s very erotic, and the sounds of your wet squelches only lead you to flush deeper in the face.
Albedo enjoys it. Of course, he does.
So, he intentionally slows down his pace, only deciding to roll his hips at a tortoise speed, which fuels you with madness. “‘Bedo, p-please… Move!”
“Pardon, my love?”
Having no more dignity to preserve, you turn to him frantically, revealing your tearful eyes and reddened face, as you beg in front of him, “F-Fuck me hard, 'Bedo! P-Please, fasTERR— mmHFUCK!”
Seeing your messed-up face is somehow the last straw for Albedo to lose his grip on the last string of humanity. It might be your first time crying during sex, but it's also Albedo's first time seeing you cry during sex. Perhaps, those random novels that he read when he was bored were right. If you never try, you never know. And he's holding a heart full of gratitude, because the crystal tears that well up in your eyes while he's balls deep inside you, is the most provocative thing he's seen in his whole life. He swears, his cock twitched.
He manages to thrust even faster than before, frantically slamming his hips straight into your cunt, his balls slapping against the entrance of your warm heat, while he unleashes his frustration into you. Your hole inhales him right in, morphing and shaping itself into the ideal mould only for his cock to bury in.
The four walls echo endlessly with burning lust, the sounds of his cock abusing your wet, sloppy cunt. It overpowers your voice effortlessly, you can't even hear your own moans anymore when all is just:
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
“Say it… Say that you are going to tease me again,” Albedo’s lips press against your leg in the air, as he, too, starts breaking apart into moans.
You mewl in delight when he grazes upon your sweet, sensitive spot again, “N-No! Mm-mmmh! ‘M not g-gonna do it again- haaahh~!”
“Good.”
His groans become music to your ears, eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping down his abdomen, and every hammer of his hips grows more rapid, ferocious and clumsy, like he’s just thrusting straight into your hole without a thought in his head, only lust controlling his actions. Which is unlike Albedo.
You decide that he’s nearing his orgasm, just like how you feel a rising ache building up in your core.
All of a sudden, he pushes your leg further up his shoulder, letting it helplessly dangle in the air while he tests the limits of your flexibility. He's basically folding you in half for his own advantage, apathetic towards your limbs. Your breath hitches. It hurts, it hurts. But god, you are floating in paradise in merry.
Albedo, your sweet, sweet Albedo, resumes fucking his hard cock into you, hitting your sweet spot every time, making sure that every part of you feels his length, his veins, his tip, driving forcefully into your spongy walls.
“I- ‘Bedo— ‘m feelin’ hhahhmggh~♡ s-so… aaahn— so c-close~♡!” Your words slur when your drooling tongue sticks out of your mouth from the overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes clenching into a desperate arch as your insides get warmer.
An erotic expression being worn on your face sends electricity straight to Albedo's dick, and he twitches inside you. He loves it. He loves this.
“H-Haahh…” He squints his eyes, head thrown back slightly as he lets out a shaky breath. His golden locks are dishevelled, sweat is sticking to his forehead and every part of his naked body. Truly a rare sight to behold for the alchemist. Yet, his eyes are filled with intense concentration and eagerness, nearly fluttering close when you clench particularly hard onto him.
The sight of his cute submissive girl, moaning needily on his throbbing cock, as he drills into her.
This is the reason for life, Albedo thinks.
His adrenaline goes off peak, and there's the tingling feeling surging in his groin. The sensation pushes his hips to rut against you rabidly, feeling your walls clamp down on him desperately. The way you always, always drink him all in. His hips buck upwards on instinct, and he lets out a low, ragged moan. The grip he has on your thigh grows painful until it bruises a dark purple, clutching onto your flesh like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
Albedo loses himself in it, and if it weren’t for his hold, you would be collapsing from the utter force and drive of his hips. Now, your body has gone numb from staying in the same gruelling position for too long, and you’re just completely relying on Albedo’s super strength to keep you standing. Surprisingly, not a single inch of trouble is seen in those eyes of his. He grasps onto your body with a bruising grip, like you are a trophy that will run away if he doesn't have his hands on you.
“Oh fuck— fuck!” The table creaks with another frantic shove of his cock, and you swear, it might break by the time Albedo is finished with you. However, the heat in your stomach gets too intolerable, your head ends up getting thrown back in ecstasy, while the breath gets knocked out of your lungs. Even your vision begins to blur. You know you're nearly at the edge.
But oh, you are crying. Tears rolling down your cheeks but you're not even sad, you're crying because it feels too good. Albedo's cock is making you feel so, so good. A sign that you're completely ruined, destroyed, demolished by Albedo, and you are so, so grateful for it. Him, fucking your brains out until you even forget your own name, and his has become the mantra that repeats in your head.
Albedo becomes desperate in chasing for that one euphoric moment again. He doesn’t stop plunging you, hammering your guts, rearranging it to an artistic piece, acting like you’re just a hole for him to fuck and fill up.
He groans, and the low sultry voice of your man steals your breath away, heating your abdomen further, “After today, everyone… everyone in this building will know—”
Albedo never stops. He truly never does.
“—that I was the one fucking into you nice and deep.”
And with one final strong piston of his hips, you’ve already fallen off the edge, seeing stars in your vision as you entrap his cock. The head of his cock goes in deep, mercilessly jamming against the entrance of your womb when he comes, spurting out his release.
“Fuck—” He moans, feeling your pussy spasming within, as the weight of his body drops forward to your sweat-stained skin. His hips jitter while his cock pulsates inside your tight cunt, flooding your insides with his heavy, thick, white ropes of cum.
Your body trembles with his, mouth hanging by a pin as you catch your breath. Both of you take time to bask in the waves of pleasure.
Perhaps, you really did overdo your teasing the whole week, because Albedo is taking a long time to finish shooting his load inside you.
Your weak body barely registers everything anymore, not even when his lips land on yours, drawing you to a gentle, soft kiss. His hips languidly roll into you, feeling his own cum sloshing in your cunt, as he continues to pump you full with another round of his hot seed, filling you up completely after being pent-up for the whole week.
You feel so full, more full than all the other times Albedo has gotten intimate with you. Every violent spurt of his hot semen inside you is almost physically felt.
And when he pulls back from the kiss, you see your boyfriend again, your Albedo, the sweet version, smiling at you.
“I might have overdone it, my love. I apologise,” He says, as he gives you multiple pecks across your face, not bothering about your sweat or dried tears.
“Mmmh, you came so much…” You whine against his lips, lazily moving your body across the desk. He notices how his papers have either gotten stained with your sweat, or scattered across his room.
So, this is what it’s like for him to lose control…
Albedo feels bad, but he knows that you’ve enjoyed it, because even though he has been aggressive all this time, deep inside, he still cares for your well-being, and ensured that you’ve been comfortable with it. If there’s even a slight sign of you being emotionally or physically affected, he would have stopped everything in a heartbeat.
To bring it to an end, Albedo enjoys the last few seconds of his cock being buried against your cervix, before finally deciding to sheathe his cock from your pussy, trying his best to ignore how you’re still clenching onto him, like you’re unwilling to let go of the pleasure he’s given you.
And, when he does pull out, the sight is obscene.
With his cock stopped being the plug, the juices inside you begin to spill out all at once, thick white cum, his cum dripping down your thighs, with some even leaving wet stains on his floorboards.
Usually, he will worry about the difficulties of cleaning it off, but somehow, today, it’s weirdly… Erotic.
“‘Bedo… Um… ‘Bedo?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Are you… turned on again?”
“Pardon?”
He instinctively looks down, and oh, oh yeah. His cock, glistening wet, is fully erect again, twitching and jerking, leaking non-stop of pre-cum like it’s ready to go another round.
Then, Albedo fakes a cough, and looks up to meet your eager expression. Instantly, it clicks, and he knows what it means.
The alchemist takes a few steps forward towards your panting body, perfectly spread out on the desk, just for him. He lets his fingers run across your thighs, your waist, and your hips, taking in the beauty of his only love.
He relishes the sounds of your quiet mewls, your fragile body stirring in his arms, when his spent cock rubs against your swollen entrance. So wet, and so welcoming, like you are just made to warm up his cock.
“My dearest, would you mind…”
Albedo’s throbbing cock effortlessly glides inside your warm cunt like water, stuffing the earlier leaking cum back into your pussy, eliciting a drawn-out moan from your lips.
“Enlightening your boyfriend even longer?”
And that’s how you find yourself on his desk again, legs spread out wide like a platter of dessert, while Albedo shallowly thrusts in and out of you, succumbing to his desires of more, more, and more of you.
The sun sets, and the two of you have forgotten about the perception of time, especially Albedo, who continues dumping loads after loads, cock still hard, no matter how many times he’s filled you up. The office becomes a complete mess, but he can’t seem to care, gaze only pinned on his loved one, as he eases his thick length back into your twitching body, coaxing you into yet another orgasm. You don't know how many times you have heard him murmur beside your ear, 'just one more' in a desperate tone, while he fucks his seed back into you, letting the excess drip down your thighs. You can only tiredly nod at his words that easily tug at your soft heart.
But it’s alright.
Albedo always knows how to take care of you.
Always.
You thank whoever created him, because this is the best, absolute best fucking sex of your life.
summary: lohen is bleeding out in your arms while you desperately try to heal him, but blood loss makes him just a little too honest.
tags: lohen is down bad, comedy, fluff, tension, lightkeeper!reader, they're not together (yet)... but they're obviously in love, delirious confessions, drabble
i know i have, like, ten other things i should be writing, but i could not stop thinking about that meme with lohen... ahdkjashd... i really want to write that divorced!au, but man, i don't have enough ideas to turn it into a full fic!!!!
...also, can y'all tell me if my lohen is... uh, too obsessed? i love yearning men, but i think my lohen might be... too much of a yearner. 😭 please tell me if y'all fw him... because maybe i should tone him down if he feels too ooc...
Maybe it was for the best that Lohen had never had many friends. Not because he was an exceptionally insufferable asshole who loved getting under people's skin, but because if there had been more people in his life who genuinely cared about him...
They'd probably be having heart attacks right about now.
Which, unfortunately, was nothing new where Lohen was concerned. He always fought as though he had nine lives tucked away in reserve. Honestly, you wished he actually did.
"Lohen!" You dropped to your knees beside him, catching him in your arms. Your hands lit up with the power of your vision, its energy bringing comfort as you pressed them against his bleeding wound. "Lohen, can you hear me?!"
"Loud and clear, nightingale," he murmured, somehow still managing to flash you that infuriatingly cocky grin. If one of your hands hadn't been busy keeping pressure on his wound, you would've happily wiped that expression right off his face. "Don't you look beautiful with all that fear in your pretty eyes?"
Lohen lifted a hand and cupped your cheek. Your eyes widened.
He still had the strength — and the audacity — to tease you.
His fingertips stroked your skin with surprising tenderness, but they were slick with blood, smearing crimson across your cheek. You barely noticed. You were too focused on stabilizing him. By now, you'd grown used to the fact that even a dying Lohen could still be a monumental pain in the ass.
"It'd be wonderful if you'd stop squirming, Lohen. I'm trying to keep pressure on your wound," you snapped, irritation creeping into your voice. The second you'd gotten word that he was hurt, you'd run here like a mad person. And instead of showing even the slightest bit of gratitude for the fact that you were saving his life, he was making your job even harder.
Lohen was, without a doubt, your favorite patient.
Yeah, right.
He chuckled, utterly unbothered.
"It's not my fault you're so pretty I can't keep my hands off you," he mumbled, his voice noticeably weaker. You frowned. "Oh I want to marry you so badly, nightingale."
"What?"
Lohen looked you straight in the eyes as he said it. Shamelessly. His smile was fading, but the spark in his eyes refused to die.
What an idiot.
"I can't wait to come home and find you waiting in the doorway with a knife in your hand, furious that I'm late again and covered in blood. You can even stab me if you want. I won't mind. I just want to see that beautiful, angry face of yours before I kiss you and beg your forgiveness," he murmured, sounding almost wistful. "But I promise I'll be a good husband to you, nightingale."
As absurd as the whole situation was, you could feel your cheeks burning. Lohen was delirious.
Damn it. He'd lost enough blood that he was rambling now, completely unaware of the nonsense spilling from his mouth.
Which was why his eyes—
Why were his eyes so full of love...?
"Lohen, please. Don't push yourself. I'm almost done—"
"I think I might be in love with you," Lohen said with complete seriousness, looking straight in your soul, utterly devoted. You went pale. The marriage jokes could still be explained away somehow, but a confession? Oh, Archons. "Will you marry me someday, nightingale?"
Still shocked, you were just about to answer when his hand suddenly went limp, slipping from your cheek as his eyes slowly drifted shut.
"Is he dead?" Varka asked, sounding far more amused than concerned.
You bit your lip and looked up at him, mortified.
"No. He just passed out," you replied. "He lost a lot of blood. But I've stabilized him, so..."
Varka burst into laughter. You let out a miserable groan.
He kept talking — probably making fun of Lohen — but you barely heard a word. Your eyes remained fixed on Lohen's face, peaceful and relaxed at last. Even if it was covered in blood. That was beside the point.
Something tightened painfully in your chest at the thought that Lohen felt safe enough to fall asleep in your arms. Safe enough to let himself be completely vulnerable with you.
… No.
It wasn't because of you. Varka was here too. That had to be it.
Besides, Lohen had been delirious. People said all kinds of ridiculous things after losing that much blood. And yet...
You would never admit it out loud, but the idea of marrying Lohen didn't seem all that terrible.
After all, as his spouse, you'd have every right to stab him whenever he pulled something like this again. That was the appeal. The freedom to punish him. Nothing more. Surely.
Really.
You brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering as you gently stroked his hair. Lohen visibly relaxed beneath your touch. You couldn't help but smile.
imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
i just love fantasizing about dottore’s segments and how they would enjoy their time with you !! With permission from the original of course !
warnings: mentions of blood, knife play, degradation, Dacryphilia (lmk if there are others you see !!) || heavily unedited
characters: segments 18 and 25 || part 2
18
The youngest of the adult segments. Often others would taunt him and say he has no idea what he’s doing… which is not far from the truth. Poor 18 who was too obsessed with school that he was unable to form any sort of relationship or friendship with his peers.
He definitely has the most obvious wandering eyes compared to the others. Eyes laced with hunger and desire drink your appearance in the lab whenever you stood closer to the original. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice the way his tongue came out to lick his lower lip or the hardening bulge in his pants when you bent over to pick something up. Sometimes you did notice his staring but brushed it off as him being… well himself.
When Zandik gives 18 permission to use you (for an experiment of course — to see how much you could handle, what else would it be?), he goes wild. All those nights having to jerk off alone with a pair of your panties pumping his aching cock where he had to use his imagination. Imagining you on your knees, one hand gripping his balls and the other holding the shaft as you run your tongue from the tip to his balls and back up, or you on your hands and knees on his bed, back arched so deliciously that your ass is enhanced even more. Oh yeah, he was gonna devour you.
His movements are definitely rushed. Poor baby doesn’t know what he’s doing. His grabbing at your breasts quite roughly and sucking so much. Your entire neck is covered with adoring bites. When he goes down on you, he can hardly contain his excitement. At first he gives experimental kitten licks on your clit, red hues gazing up from blue eyelashes as if waiting for your approval. Your soft moans is all he needs before he eats you like you are his last meal.
He hooks your thighs over his shoulders with a firm grip to keep you from moving. His tongue moves frantically, from your clit and down your folds before slipping inside your cunt, moaning against your pussy. He’s so messy but it feels so good !! He replaces his tongue with two fingers and pumps in and out and attacks your clit, sucking and nibbling just enough and loves how you writhe from his touch alone. It makes him feel proud and he wishes the other segments can see this act.
He’s so desperate it’s almost pathetic. His hips grind against the mattress in a weak attempt to pleasure himself and small whimpers emit from his lips. His moans alone as he devours you is enough to send you over the edge.
When it comes to the official act and he finally gets what he’s been longing for, he almost finished on the spot. Choked gasps leave his pretty mouth as he stares down at you in almost disbelief. He can hardy contain himself at this point. Your cunt squeezes around him graciously and continues to swallow him until he bottoms out, his flesh against yours. A small “Zandik” leaves your lips and its enough for him.
His thrusts are fast pace, his hands are roaming everywhere on your body, from circling your overstimulated clit that causes you to cry underneath him, to your breasts where he rolls the mounds between his fingers, to your neck where slender fingers grip the sides in attempt to cut off some air.
Your pussy is so warm and welcoming, as if you were designed perfectly just for his cock, a complete opposite of his hand and a spare panties that barely had your scent on them. You just take him so well and he lets you know how much of a good girl you are, and oh don’t forget he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he has ever seen in his life, especially when you’re begging for him to fuck into you harder. Despite being inexperienced and fast with his movements, he will make sure he tastes every inch of you before its the next segments turn.
25
Probably the most stuck up one besides Omega. In fact, he was probably the meanest one who thought he knew everything. This was the stage of Zandik’s life after being expelled from the Akademiya and pursuing other research with the Fatui, so it would make sense in some twisted way that he was mean and stuck up.
Unlike 18, this segment was more sneaky with his gestures. You’d often come and help inside the lab with the other segments or Zandik and 25 would be incredibly jealous. If you were beside him, he might accidentally knock over vials near you, and of course he would immediately blame you for being so careless and stupid, he’s just so mean to you. But as planned, you’d get on your hands and knees to clean it and would never notice the way this segment would stare you down.
Like 18, he would desperately jerk off but this time to the thought of you crying and it turned him on so much. He wondered if you would cry from physical pain or emotional pain (which he could do both) and that would make his desire for you grow. Sometimes he would sneak into your room when you are sleeping and just watch. He wanted nothing more than to strap you down and use you there but even he knew his limits with Zandik around.
After 18 had his fun with you and it was 25’s turn, you were definitely in for some form of torture (or pleasure)
Instead of the comfortable setting in 18’s room, this segment takes you to the lab as if you were his patient. At first he does a general assessment but don’t mind his wandering hands in between your thighs that graze against your cunt and flick at your clothed clit. The doctor is working of course ;)
He definitely loves to tie you down to the table completely naked. It’s so humiliating to be the only one nude while he is still dressed, but the way he looks at you behind glasses is enough to slightly wash away that shame.
At first he teases you. He blows hot air on your pussy and watches you squeeze around nothing. “Wow, you’re practically begging for me already and I haven’t done anything. Aren’t you a slut?”
He looms over you and leaves so many marks on your skin, sometimes even drawing blood but would lick it clean as some sort of apology. He’d stare at you and lick his lower lip to wipe off the little but of blood.
Besides his fingers, his scalpel is probably his tool of choice when playing with you. The sharp tip drags ever so slowly against your skin and the coolness of the blade causes your breath to hitch. Excitement or fear, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Occasionally he might accidentally dig in ever so slightly to see the beautiful crimson color you produce and enjoys the face of pain you make. But don’t worry, the doctor will make you feel all better !!
Whenever he was satisfied from examining you, he fucks you without care. This segment really only cares for his own pleasure and doesn’t care about yours. He could go about his day even if you didn’t finish. He just wanted to use you to his heart’s desire.
He still remains fully clothed while fucking you. This gives him some sort of ego boost, that he was the one in charge and you were just something below him (figuratively and literally). He taunts you and degrades you and his hands are quite rough. You cry and tell him its too much, but oh dear you really shouldn’t disrupt the doctor while he’s at work. He stuffs two fingers in your mouth, practically almost all the way until he touches the back of your throat and you gag. 25 fucks you like the whore he calls you. He’s just so mean but you can’t deny the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins.
“I don’t want the future. I want the present to stand still. I want to stay here with you…”˖⋆⟢
✦ synopsis: the way to a gamers heart..is you! (in short how loser!dottore shows his love!)
✦ a/n: the fanart belongs to cosonette on tiktok which inspired this whole thing
• No idea how he bagged but he bagged regardless.
• His actual name is Zandik and his gamer tag is Dottore he was so proud of it, he told everyone to call him Dottore as a nickname. Looking back to it he is embarrassed by his young self and even more embarrassed if you decide to tease him about it.
• “Dihhtore” “Stop☹️”
• He has you saved as muffin in his phone and basically thats your go-to pet nickname! Zandik chose this because y’all met in a cafe that serves the tastiest muffins (and you’re as sweet as muffin to him)
• Both an academic and gamer/manga typa loser. He has many medical internships requests, his skills are high demand — and at the same time he is info dumping large amounts of game lore to you with lightning speed of talking.
• or random facts “Did you know that earwax is a type of sweat?”
• His room is full with educational books and manga followed by his figure collection. Its somehow messy and organised at the same time. Whenever you come over Zandik makes effort it atleast looks decent-ish
• Corniest pick up lines
• “Are you a controller? Because I can’t function without you-“ “Bro.”
• Socialising..who is that? He only goes to college, grocery shopping and the nearby cafe that I mentioned. Most dates happen in his room, if you do insist, he will go out with you but he looks like a dear caught in headlights the whole time.
• Wears glasses due to being infront of a screen for half of his existence and places them on you sometimes as an failed attempt to flirt.
• Hands always sweaty, at first Zandik was even embarrassed to hold hands with you.
• He is clingy — too clingy. This is his first relationship so he just wants you, okay? Doesn’t matter what you’re up to just stay by his side.
• For as long as he remembers, Zandik was always an outcast. No matter how smart he just couldn’t get along with his peers, which made him accustomed to hearing his name said with hatred. When you came along and said Zandik with so much love in your voice it was like the Gods finally decided to show him some grace.
• His hair is mad fluffy and Zandik wouldn’t refuse you — if you would want to pet it while he lays down on your lap (please)
Okay so after this fuck ass story quest I honestly just want to completely ignore the entire canon and imagine Zandik with reader peacefully living in a little isolated cottage in Sumeru after everything went down with no one knowing if they’re alive or not where they can finally grow old together 🤤🤤🤤
Although it was a life you had always secretly envisioned for the two of you, now that it had finally come, you admittedly felt a bit out of your element, and you were sure Zandik did as well. That was probably why you two had been lying in silence so often, your cheek pressed against his chest in bed as his hand rested on the top of your head.
Now that you two were free from the binds of fate and moved on from the past, it felt almost... odd. So much of life had been spent struggling against various things; perhaps even you had forgotten how to live normally. It meant... you two had a lot of thinking to do, despite the conflict that spanned hundreds of years finally being over.
"Zandik?" You called to him and tilted your head to catch his gaze, and he let out a noise of acknowledgement as he faced you as well. "You know, this whole thing... It kind of reminds me of when we were in the Akademiya. We used to wake up in bed together just like this. Now though... It's a lot more peaceful."
For there was no reason to rise with the sun, to deal with the hustle and bustle of others in the dorms, or scramble about lest you be late for something. Now, only you two existed, with no duties to attend to but whatever ones you pleased. Having a cozy house in Sumeru where mostly lush greenery lived and wildlife roamed ensured that.
"You aren't wrong," Zandik murmured in agreement as his hand glided along your back. "You were very lively back then." A smile quirked up on his face, and you knew it was meant as some type of tease for how you would pester him at times. You huffed as you pulled yourself up and moved closer to your lover, until you were face to face with Zandik, his fluffy hair tickling you.
"Well, both of us have changed, haven't we? Otherwise... we wouldn't be here right now." You grasped his chin, and his eyes glimmered with something you would not have seen all those years ago.
Gently did he look at you, and quietly did he lean in to capture your lips, all while you let out a sigh of content. No longer could the rules of the world hold either of you captive. Nothing else could break the little haven you two worked to create. And Zandik was grateful you had stayed with him throughout everything.
"Now, as much as I love staying in bed, I do feel like making the most of the day. We should get ready. I mean, we have so many things we need to do now that we're here." Too quickly, you had patted his head and slipped out of his grasp, only to pull open the curtain to let the golden sunlight pour in.
"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Well, he couldn't say no to his beloved, could he?
"Well, I want us to have a garden to tend to. I'd like to see some more flowers. Oh, and I found this little activity where we travel around Sumeru and document all the species we see in a journal until we find them all! The discovered ones at least. It would be fun, just like when we were students. We might even find something new! Ah, and you said you'll make a swing for us! I think we should get to decorating the porch as well... And we really do have to see how the baklava and other treats today compare to the ones from the old days, and the theater performances..." Zandik did nothing but listen and mentally note everything you mentioned, silently enamored by your beauty.
"You seem to have all of this planned out." He sounded impressed while you beamed.
"Of course I do! Ideas have been flowing into my head the moment we were able to... obtain peace like this. I know this is different, and after everything, we are... probably not used to this. But I want us to settle in... to live out everything we could not before... Because I love you, Zandik." You clasped your hand around his and rested it on your chest with a smile, and his fingers brushed yours in agreement.
"Then, it may please you to know that I have already anticipated quite a few of your desired activities. So, let us delay no longer." You giggled with joy before pressing another kiss to his cheek.
Yes, he had found it in himself to change.
But one thing that would forever remain constant was his everlasting love for you.
20 cigs a day is cracking me up so bad bc i have bad lungs… pantalone don’t even come near me
makes me wonder if the dottolings (segments) refuse to let him near fragile!reader unless he stopped smoking so much
It wasn't uncommon for you to join Dottore's and Pantalone's meetings, being the former's beloved and having grown close to the latter. Sometimes you would join in with your own opinion. Sometimes you were content to listen to them and giggle at the back and forth. Sometimes you drifted off, but were happy to just be in their presence, and this was one such time. Nibbling at the sweet treats and sipping your warm drink with the sound of the two Harbingers in the background was more than enough to get you to relax. You could vaguely hear that the two were disagreeing on something, as Pantalone leaned back with a sigh, taking a break from fiddling with his rings to instead reach for something in his pocket.
"Must you do that right now?" The scholar let out a sigh of disappointment as he eyed his friend, but it didn't seem to affect Pantalone.
"Feel free to stop me if you like, Doctor," Pantalone chuckled as he was about to flick open his lighter, only to pause when Dottore abruptly stood up to place his hands on your shoulders, trying to usher you to your feet as well.
"Hey!" You were hardly even aware of what was happening, just trying to enjoy your treats, and even Pantalone had opened his eyes with a touch of surprise as he observed the two of you.
"Pantalone, if you wish to ruin your lungs once again, go ahead. But I will not let you ruin theirs, too," Dottore clicked his tongue. "Come now, you can wait somewhere else while we wrap this up." Dottore had already pulled you to your feet, trying to hustle you out the door, not wanting you to get even a whiff of the smoke. Well... Pantalone couldn't even blame Dottore for that reasoning.
"Wait! I-I can convince him!" You wiggled in your lover's grip and said the first thing that came to mind. In truth, you weren't sure what to say. You just wanted to stay with Pantalone.
"While I trust your abilities, if the threat of a second lung transplant won't faze him, then I'm afraid there's nothing you could do to change his mind." Dottore patted your back and shook his head.
"You of all people should know how convincing I can be." You pursed your lips and crossed your arms, all while Regrator watched, entertained. While you all shared similar ideas, you were far easier to tease and rile up, which he admittedly enjoyed. Maybe because you were simpler and more open than either of them ever could be.
"I want to hear it, Dottore. Perhaps you could stand to learn a thing or two from them," he quipped, to which Dottore let out a huff. Unfortunately, that also meant that you were on the spot to come up with a good reason to sway Pantalone. And while you were good at explaining data and experiments and things of that nature, this was a completely different area.
"Um... Well, these meetings are only so often, and I don't always get to join all of them, too. And that means our time together would grow even shorter. That would be a shame. I very much like being with you. You do too, don't you?" You knew that appealing to Pantalone's health would not be very convincing at this point, sadly. "So... maybe just hold off for a little bit? Until after? Well, preferably forever, but... You know."
"Stating your desires and then assuming mine, hm? Certainly a common choice of persuasion, but to be so bold..." Despite his words, Pantalone crossed his legs and folded his hands on his lap, closing his eyes with a smile. So, what would he choose? The delight and warmth of your company? The sensation in his chest that flutters when you're nearby, the product of his pining for you? Or the heat from a cigarette? Surprisingly, it was an easier decision than he anticipated. The latter could always wait, after all.
And so the lighter in his hands disappeared once more into the confines of his pocket. You immediately brightened up and clasped your hands together, while Dottore stayed quiet, looking at Regrator with an unreadable expression.
"You aren't wrong. I'll keep it in mind for the future. However, do try to be more reasonable with your demands, Dottore."
"Hmph. I am plenty reasonable." Dottore crossed his arms and settled down once more, and you did the same. "However..." Dottore gazed at you, "If you're able to drag him away from that beloved pastime of his, perhaps you'll be able to change his mind on other matters." Pantalone let out a trill.
"Planning on using them against me, Dottore? How do you know they won't take my side instead?" He slyly said, and your lover let out a scoff. Of course, one of his specialities was talking, after all. "I do hope you can see my perspective instead, dear [Name]."
"I don't make any promises, but I'll listen to both of you equally," you shrugged your shoulders, and the room filled with soft amusement from all three of you.
And so, another peaceful day passed, with you unaware of the oddly gentle look Pantalone gave you.
if rex lapis ever took a human lover, i believe he would always want to sleep spooning them.
Not purely because of his inhuman size, no. He’d always been fascinated by humans, their day to day lives and their bodies. The different plains and curves remind him of the many mountains he’s raised. Perhaps that’s why he began to feel so connected to them and took a human form.
Having a human lover himself, he would take every opportunity to explore their body, including while they’re sleeping. Not sexually or simply to satiate a burning hunger. No, he’d touch them with reverence, running a gentle finger up and down the valley of their waist, the dip of their hip, and the curve of their shoulder. Each scar, or burn, or scab reminds him of the rough, imperfectly perfect nature of the stone he wields. No part would be left untouched.
And if they were to wake up, he’d soothe them back to sleep, never stopping his gentle caresses.
I’m so happy people are talking about incel Zandik more ugejehshehd BUT
May I present the version of him who is both a nerdy asshole roommate AND he’s like, the best fuck you’ve ever had?
MDNI
Imagine knocking on his bedroom door down the hall near your own just to hear him groan a very gravelly, unenthusiastic “what” through the other side. You come in and politely tell him you’re just coming to take any dishes and he’ll just point at the various cups, plates, bowls, and silverware scattered about his desk space, scraped clean of the food you prepared for him (though he’d never admit he liked it). You could hear him clicking furiously whilst playing a game, cussing someone out through his headset every few seconds.
He was rude, a slob, misogynistic, had no life direction, and generally was not the kind of person you ever pictured yourself sharing a living space with. Still, the bills were paid on time and groceries were in the fridge, even if it came at the cost of Zandik demanding a second dinner at 11pm. He had literally zero regard for anyone but himself.
STILL, to your dismay, he was sexy as all hell. You could hear him stroking his cock through the walls every night, muttering under his breath about pornstar tits. You’d accidentally seen him naked when he forgot to fully shut the bathroom door before a shower. He was hung like a fucking horse. You hated him for it.
But you so loved to touch yourself on the opposite side of the wall in time with him, having memorized his sounds and breathing patterns enough to sync up your orgasms <3
And of course he would catch onto this eventually because your noises were distracting him from his gooning sesh (god forbid🙄). You’d hear irritated footsteps thumping down the hall and your bedroom door would fly angrily open, his sweatpants hanging low at his hips where you could almost follow his lil happy trail down to the goods.
But then he’d see you scrambling to cover yourself and this eerie calm would wash over him, like, oh, this slut wants me bad.
He’d spend that next hour plowing you into the mattress so good it would leave you wondering where the fuck he learned to do that and how the fuck he knew exactly where the clit was when you’d never seen him remotely near a female that wasn’t yourself. The condom finally conceded and broke after about 20 minutes of straight fucking with no stop.
And he’d take so much advantage of having a live in fucktoy roommate that was into him like that! He’d put you on his lap and have you ride him while he “dealt with noobs” on his game, making sure to pick up your moans in the mic. He’d shove you beneath his desk to choke on his cock when he was feeling lazy, tilting your chin up with his fingers just to spit into your mouth after you swallowed his load. He’d use you as a way to blow off steam after shitty matches, folding you into the couch without having muted in his vc.
Of course, this didn’t make him any nicer to you. In fact, you now had a man demanding dinner with his hands all over your thighs and ass, pressing you into the counter. And, though it felt a little wrong, you kinda didn’t mind.
Late night thoughts! Pantalone x Dottore x reader. Fluff.. mostly, pantalone real name
Feofans office is oh so cozy. Perfect place to lay on the beautiful couch and doze. Also a perfect place to be when a certain doctor pisses you off!!
One day you're simply hiding out in his office after Dottore gets a little snappy with you for no reason. Feofan just found it amusing when you told him while pouting on his office couch. Even going as far to go over and pat your head while cooing at you teasingly before leaving to attend a meeting.
Being that the office is BORING without Feofan so you eventually dose off for archons know how long. Sure you woke up a little when you heard the door open.. and when someone joined you on the couch but you just thought it was Feofan and happily accepted it.
That was till you slightly woke up to the door opening again.. at first you grumbled, thinking that Dottore must've finally decided to go to Feofan to complain that you've been both taking all of his attention and been so meanly avoiding him!! Then you heard Feofan go "Oh?" not from the body you're actively laying on.. but from behind you.. Suddenly you're now more than a quarter awake as you look to the direction of the voice with sleep filled eyes.
Feofan then teasingly goes "How cute you two are." While looming over you and Dottore.. Who seems to also be half awake when you glance at him.. suddenly you're not so mad when you see that cute little expression of his and when he just goes "hmmm..?" But theres more pressing concerns being that Feofan looks like he wants to have both of you as full course meals!!
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Feofan when he sees reader and Dottore curled on the couch together:
Prepared to be dragged off.
also I like to think that when Dottore is sleepy or half asleep he just acts like a cute bird, only small noises, no words. Small but cute expressions too
warnings: public sex (lmk if you see anything else!)
Note: hehe i loveee akadeymia zandik and had to whip up something… excuse the smut i haven’t fully written smut like this in 2-3 years so it’s quite rusty i apologize || heavily unedited
Enrolling in the Akadeymia was one of Zandik’s greatest accomplishments. He vowed that he would take advantage of the school’s vast resources in hopes to pursue his own research (even though some could say his interests were.. teetering the line of ethical and unethical)
He was aware that one of his classmates would continuously make comments to him about his work. You believed that he was some maniac that the higher ups somehow managed to let in (even thinking his parents paid a great sum for him to be enrolled but of course you were not aware of his past)
Without a doubt, at least once per day, you and Zandik would get into it over each other’s research. He constantly said you were like some animal that followed blindly and never thought for yourself, while you, of course firm in your beliefs, thought of him to be a few screws loose in the head.
However, each time you would bicker, you couldn’t help but find yourself.. attracted towards your classmate. You’d take note of the veins that could appear in his hands whenever he’d ball up his fists at his side, or the way he raises his chin slightly and stares down at you in a way to assert his dominance (maybe he did, or didn’t)
You certainly felt fluttering down in between your legs when he would clear his throat before nagging you on. The most prominent feature you noticed was the way his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, which was followed by a deep sigh of frustration. Sometimes it felt as if you wanted to pick an argument with him.
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“You’re so fucking annoying.” You moan out, leaning your head against the tall glass window of the upper level in the library.
“And you don’t think that I feel the same way about you?” Zandik grunts in your ear, an occasional soft moan emits from his lips. His head finds refuge in the crook of your neck, his blue locks grazing your skin and gives a ticklish sensation.
His groans are muted thanks to his mouth latched onto your supple skin, earning a small cry of pain from you when his canines sink in.
One of his hands holds your bare thigh around his waist, while the other rests on the window against your head to stabilize himself. Your uniform was bunched up on one side as if someone was in a hurry (in reality, you both were).
Your hand slithers up his chest and reaches behind, tangling itself and gathering a fist full of blue locks. You yank his head back and he curses under his breath. From this angle, red eyes stare at you from hooded eyelids with nothing but lust residing in them.
“Y-You bitch.” He whispers breathlessly, digging his nails into your skin and pulls out with nothing but the blunt head of his cock nuzzled up in your cunt. A high pitch whine escapes your parted lips at the loss of being full of his cock. “Zandik…”
“You expect me to just give you what you want, just like everyone else does here?” He asks you, licking his lips as he eyes you like his prey.
You, someone he argued with daily, finally fell into submission before him. Your lips were swollen from his roughness, and mouth parted in the perfect shape as you gasp for air. Your hair that was once neat was now disheveled from him tugging and his rough movements. The normal look of annoyance that he knew too well was replaced with desperation, practically screaming at him to finish you off.
“P-Please Zandik,” you whimper, moving your hips forward to take the inches back inside. “Need you..”. Yet he doesn’t stop you. Your hand drops from his hair and grips onto his shoulders as you balance yourself.
He gazes down where you’re connected and groans. Your pussy swallows him whole with each movement. Your slick shines on his cock and he could feel it dripping down his balls from how wet you were.
Suddenly his hips snap forward and he’s greeted with a cry of his name and arms wrapped around his neck. His grip on your thigh tightens as he has his way with you. Your cunt generously accepts him and squeezes around him once he hits that special spot.
All worries of being caught are thrown out the window. You moan out a string of curses followed by repetive use of his name.
“Z-Zandik!” You whine, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Feels so good..”
“I know baby,” he moans into your ear, his hips beginning to stutter as his core starts to tighten. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
You nod at his words, unable to form any to repeat back to him. All you can focus on is the amount of pleasure from the man in front of you. Each rut sends sensations throughout your body. Your toes begin to curl in their shoes as your chest begins to heave faster than before. Zandik notices this and pulls your head back by your hair and presses his lips onto yours, and immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth.
You absolutely hated Zandik, but you were loving the way he was using you. Perhaps this could be the start of… something between the two of you.
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