✦ 𝗰w: handjob, sensory deprivation; blindfolding & bondage, sensitive birthmark, fingering (giving), overstimulation, (sort of) public ‘sex’, no pronouns for reader
✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.10k
✦ 𝗻otes: I’ve been missing this pretty boy so much, I just wanna turn him into a moaning mess. TT
Snowflakes fall gently to the ground, slowly covering the mountain with soft snow. The chilly atmosphere was more bearable now, mixed with the crackling sound of the bonfire behind you. The warmth of the fire relaxed your being, exhaustion wearing off from your body.
The stillness of the moment is accompanied with the heavy breathing of a blonde alchemist. The elegant heaving sparked your thoughts, how could someone be so beautiful just by the way their body shudders with every stroke of your hand?
“a-ah..! not so fastm-ngH! ♡” Albedo whimpered, voice cracking slightly as the speed of your hand on his cock surprised him. Despite his pleas of slowing down, his hips bucks onto your palm, wanting to receive more contact.
His head tilts back, if it wasn’t for the blindfold, you’d see the expression he has right now. The delicate appearance of his face mixed with his eyes rolling, oh it was arousing just to think about.
Alas, you have to control the temptation—depriving Albedo of sight to surprise him with every touch you give him. To add to his platter, his wrists are tied behind his back with red ropes, restricting him from breaking free of your grasp.
With his head tilted back, his pale neck was exposed, showing the four pointed star birthmark embedded to his skin. It was a wonderful sight; an eye-catching one at that.
Your head leaned down, lips making contact with his neck, directly on his birthmark. "guhAh~?!" a surprised moan left the chemist’s mouth, losing his sense of sight really leveled up the thrill of your actions.
His neck was showered with kisses, some bites here and there to mark his skin—all of it made Albedo squirm and whimper, his fingers curling inwards till his knuckles turned white.
"If you c-continue.. I'll– mmHNGH! ♡ ♡" His words were cut off as soon as he came on his work desk, making a mess on your palm. Albedo's body trembled with every cum that spilled out of him, whimpering as he tried to suppress his noises.
As he takes his time to calm down, you wipe your hand with a nearby towel before continuing with what you had in mind.
"Let's move on to phase two, shall we?" You asked rhetorically, pushing him down to the table gently, his back arching as if on command. Your hands reached down, caressing the supple skin of his ass.
Albedo laid half his body on the work desk, still breathing quite heavily after his release. The caresses on his rear was comforting to say the least, despite the fact that he can't really know your intentions for the next phase of the experiment.
"‘bedo," you cooed his name, "how many fingers am I holding?" a smile on your lips, it was unseeable but he could hear it directly from your tone.
The question confused him though, he was wearing a blindfold, how would he know?
"What exactly do you mean? I can't se– nghAH–!"
"How many fingers?"
"T-two.."
Two fingers were inserted in his puffy hole, it was tight and wet. You took your time playing around him, eliciting gasps out of his pretty mouth. His ass stays up in the air, slowly going back and forth into your fingers, squelching sounds coming out of it.
Your fingers reach deeper within his walls, causing a breathy whine out of him. A sudden thrust, hitting his prostate, the whine turns to a louder moan. His back arching as your finger curls inwards, his mouth hangs open as you continue ramming the squishy spot.
The alchemist's head throws back as he starts salivating on his desk, legs trembling as he tries to stay sane from the amount of sheer pleasure he's getting from your fingers alone.
Another finger was added, abusing his wet hole before he let out a soft cry, "I'm.. mngh–! gonna cum..! ♡" Cock twitching while ropes of cum shoots out, back arching sharply with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His entire body flinched as his orgasm lasted for a minute or two, finding the trouble of calming down.
A mere touch on his body causes him to flinch, he’s so sensitive that a slight brush of your fingertips could make him whimper. You grab his left thigh, lifting it up and placing it on the desk, “We’re getting to the end of this experiment,” you hummed.
The anticipation makes him weak, with one leg lifted up, you can see his cock. He was still hard, despite cumming twice already. He feels your hand once more, stroking his tip, emitting a surprised “gAH–!” out of him. As if that wasn’t enough, your fingers entered his hole again.
“W-Wait..! mmNgh hA-Ahh..! Too shenshitiveee!! ♡ ♡” Albedo bites his lower lip, trying to bottle up his moans yet it was futile. Everything felt too good, the stroking on his tip mixed with his hole getting fingered? It was all too much. The alchemist could barely contain himself, his mind was through overdrive with the pleasure you’re giving him.
He was no longer being quiet, his body was almost thrashing as he couldn’t restrain himself. If he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d be clawing the table. hard.
“a-ah! ah! t-too muchhhffghh–it’s too muchggAhH! ♡” The alchemist continued to babble until it turned into incoherent noises along with moans he can’t suppress any longer. His thoughts were fogged up, only thinking about how you’re stroking him with greater pace, three fingers hitting his prostate. He was being overstimulated to his core.
There was no surprise if his voice turned hoarse the next morning, all that matters is he’s enjoying his time, not that he could think of anything else anyway. “ohmmm– can’t anymorhgg..! chuminggghh–!! ♡ ♡ ♡”
The sluttiest moan came out of Albedo, his cock releasing again on your palm, slowly dripping down the floor. You took your fingers out of his hole to hold his waist, supporting his trembling body from falling down the desk. His back stayed arched, mouth hanging open as he continued to voice out his release. Loud pants came out of the alchemist, feeling the exhaustion hitting his body after three orgasms.
Once his noise dies down, you slowly remove the blindfold on his eyes, revealing the stream of tears now spilling to his cheeks. His eyes were glossy, daze and exhaustion mixed in his expression. “Did you enjoy that experiment?” you murmured yet he gave no reply.
His breath hitched as he gave a slight nod, unable to move too much. The way Albedo acts during his afterglow was amusing, you giggled and kissed his cheek, “Then we can conclude this experiment a success.”
Everyone in the fatui knew who you were. You were none other than the sixth harbinger’s fiancé. You knew that there will be many negative problems being engaged with the fatui but, alas, what could you do about it ? You never asked for this engagement, no, you didn’t even have a say in it. It was all his doing, all because he got so engrossed with you, that was how you had even ended up in this mess.
You weren’t allowed to walk anywhere without him. It was as if he needed to see you every living second. You desperately wished that in your next life, you won’t come across him again. As you looked out the window to watch the gentle waves lapping over the sandy beach , he came up behind you and wrapped his pale, slender arms around your waist, preventing you from escaping him. You jumped, heart pumping faster as you feel his hot breath on your neck. Maybe you could grab onto the table lamp and knock him unconscious right now, no, he’s a harbinger for god’s sake, if he could be taken down that easily then that would show just how weak the fatui truly is. You tried wiggling out of his grasp but all he did was pull you even closer to him, your back against his chest as he buried his head in your neck, taking in the smell of your hair. You soon gave up on your futile attempts, coming to the conclusion that you would never be able to get away from him.
You wake up in the middle of the night, the thin curtains gently swaying in the cool night breeze. You look over to the other side of the bed and see the balladeer sleeping soundly. You can’t help but stare for a little while. He looked prepossessing, the moonlight reflecting off his lashes and his pale face. His cerulean blue bangs covering a side of his porcelain face. No matter how attractive he is, there will always be a longing hatred deep in your body. Hatred at him for being so controlling over your life, for taking you away from your beloved family, for marrying you by force even though you’ve said that your heart is with someone else. You quietly stood up from the shared bed and walked across the marble flooring towards the kitchen.
Upon entering the kitchen, your eyes found its way to the reflective metal sitting on the kitchen counter, sitting with the rest of the kitchen utensils. You wrapped your hand around the knife. Maybe I could try my luck, you thought, as your hand gently felt the inazuman carvings on the knife’s handle. You took a few deep breaths before returning to your shared bedrooms with a newfound desire to sever this forced , controlling relationship you had with this monster that calls himself the Balladeer. As you stalk towards him with the knife, you recall all moments you had with him. You smiled a little, thanking the heavens that this hell would finally be over and that you won’t have to deal with this psychopath anymore after this knife pierces straight through his heart.
You shakily let out a breath as you raise the knife above him. “ Fuck you Kunikuzushi “ You whisper as you plunged the knife into his chest.
Sensing peril, he immediately woke up from his slumber. Indigo irises wide open as he looks at the knife coming down at him. He raises a hand up, trying to grab ahold of the knife before it plunges through his chest and perhaps, he could’ve stopped it if he was a second earlier.
You stabbed him. You finally did it. Although something felt very wrong. You felt a strong sense of danger as you look directly at him and back at his chest. Why wasn’t he bleeding? The Balladeer’s shocked expression slowly started to transform into something more like anger as he sits himself up on the bed and looks at the knife piercing right through the area where you had supposed his heart was at. He glares at your confused yet shocked face through the reflection of the knife before pulling it clean out of his chest with not a single drop of blood on it. All your senses were telling you to run away as quickly as possible and you decided to listen to them. Hurriedly turning around to the entrance, you swiftly ran away as fast as your legs can go. Unfortunately, the Balladeer was already ahead of you. He threw the knife straight at the door you were running to. The knife hits the door, and you feel warm liquid dripping from the side of your face. You touched the side of your face and look at your blood, shocked that he could actually aim this well despite waking up a few moments ago.
He gets out of the bed and starts walking towards your shocked self before grabbing your wrist and throwing you on the bed. He continues walking towards the door, retrieving the knife he had just thrown before walking back to you. He towered over your body, his knees keeping you from escaping what the future had for you and you feel fear run through your veins. “ Trying to kill me my love? How cruel. “ He said coldly, his indigo irises glaring at you with such intensity. His anger started to fade and a smile soon appeared on his lips. “ Sorry for forgetting to tell you that I’m immortal love.” He held the knife at your neck as he brushes his hand over the cut that he made on your face. You flinch away at his touch but he continues collecting your blood on his fingers before licking them off.
“ You disgust me. “
“ So? I’m your fiancé “
“ Why can’t you let me go? “ You ask genuinely
He takes some time to think about it before a small eerie smile creeped up on his face and his voice lowers to a low whisper.
“ Because, you’re mine forever. ”
As you stared into his psychotic eyes, you came to a conclusion that you will never be able to get out of his grasp ever. No matter how far you are, he will come for you. Even in your next life, he will definitely come find you. Afterall, you are his and his only
This hairstyle, a variation of the Tachibana nihongami, is also meant to invoke the symbolism of the Japanese citrus fruit a.k.a. Tachibana. It’s normally a kimono motif prescribed to summer, but because it is considered a symbol of eternity, can also be found on garments with auspicious symbols or during the winter season. Knowing this, I would think it most appropriate for bandou shinzo (番頭新造), who work as personal secretaries for tayuu, and taiko shinzo (太鼓新造), shinzo who excelled at non-sexual fields and could perform at banquets.
This hairstyle was originally worn by junior level court ladies of the Ooku, as well as palace maids, but they kept the topknot plain without a cloth around the kougai. While it was worn in the Ooku, it was called "Kokorozashi-no-ji mage” (志の字髷). Once it’s popularity spread to the common folk, its name changed to “shimada-kuzushi” (島田くずし) and wrapping a chirimen kanoko cloth around the topknot’s kougai became standard. It was worn by young towngirls during the mid-Edo period but, by the late Edo period, it had become common amongst middle-aged townswomen. Even today, it carries an association with hostesses of downtown areas and the karyukai.
Words and sentiments I frequently hear lol. If persons think so, that is their prerogative, but the principles and applications I have learned from aikido have been universal beyond the scope of just martial arts, and across into all the other arts I have practised (Kickboxing, karate, wing chun, mma)
Went to a spar/mma training session some friends have every week. One of whom is military trained, another martial artist of many years, a new but talented fighter, & someone still quite green. Unfortunately DNA hybridization lab ran uberlate so I got there late. After running a gauntlet of ~1km jog around the block, sit ups, leg raises, sit ups, push ups, high knees, & reps to warm up, I got put through call out drills. Instructor calls out actions & I execute. Left jab, mid kick, right hook, duck uppercut etc.
Then came the actual spars. I managed to find, and keep my centre, virtually the entire time. Hungry, tired, dehydrated, but I kept my centre. Changed my stance slightly but reflexes, reading & tai sabaki kept me out of range, and when I stood to take a hit my stupidly high pain tolerance poked its giggling head out.
I had my forward arm slightly extended to act as a contact & centre of motion, to find set ups for pins potentially, but specifically looking for throws. In hindsight, I know looking for it, means less likely to spot other good openings, but in all my spars tonight I constantly, had & kept up precision striking to wind, wound or off balance (kuzushi), and when the clinches came up, I kept my centre, dropped it, and I refused to be shaken. Which also made it funny when I nearly picked up my opponent (guy with easily 60lbs on me ~200) & took his balance. Also gave up my own as I had to set him back down & he went for a reverse chokehold & we tumbled down. FunFact: chokeholds are something I’m instinctively learning to deal with. He got under my chin immediately, but because I was ontop, I twisted my body, creating a gap, which then allowed me to eventually get my chin in the way, and all I had to do was ignore the lack of oxygen, shift my body, and keep whaling on his abdomen with my very free hands.
Two other solid moments I had blocked a punch combination & trapped his arm, tried to enter for a uke-goshi but couldn’t get him up enough, didn’t step in close enough & lock him to me.
Another I got wrapped up in a standing clinch, he was going for a outer minor reap, and I managed to drop my centre on my little bit of toe that was touching the ground and use my gravity to stop his throw completely, and set up a counter into uchi mata, but I focused too much on his arm, not the extension of him.
More so than any night before, I’m finding more and more of these moments. My freedom of movement & understanding of body language, timing, connection. The directions of strikes & appropriate taisabaki for them. Ability to take balance, control my opponents weight, control my own weight to move freely or drop heavily I all learned from aikido. Flowing with strikes & deflecting to get behind opponents. Bop them in the head, push them off balance, slide in for a choke. Options abound. My biggest problem is actually remembering at this stage I need to MoveMe, to apply the techniques more effectively, and after I get back my proficiency, I can MoveThem. And I’m quite looking forward to that.
Aikido was not my first art, but it will always be my greatest art.
This hairstyle was originally worn by junior level court ladies of the Ooku, as well as palace maids, but they kept the topknot plain without a cloth around the kougai. While it was worn in the Ooku, it was called "Kokorozashi-no-ji mage” (志の字髷). Once it’s popularity spread to the common folk, its name changed to “shimada-kuzushi” (島田くずし) and wrapping a chirimen kanoko cloth around the topknot’s kougai became standard. It was worn by young towngirls during the mid-Edo period but, by the late Edo period, it had become common amongst middle-aged townswomen. Even today, it carries an association with hostesses of downtown areas and the karyukai.
