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𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, pt. i

In advance, I apologize to those who have already seen this post. I’ve had to transfer it to a new blog thanks to a seemingly permanent ban on my former main blog, @/niicevibe. So this is just copy & paste from there. Sorry!

Happy New Years, everyone!! This was supposed to be out at the end of December... hahaha. If you haven’t noticed (from the post I made earlier this month in promotion for this), some of the tags/warnings have changed and some have been added. Ackkkkk, I’m so embarrassed by this being my first smut fic on here LMAO and that’s why it took me so long to get out. I really hope some of those more technical words used here aren’t a turn off for y’all? And side note… how tf does he get that belt thing off??? I totally wrote this piecemeal, so if there are any discrepancies or whatevs, I was all over the map writing this.

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

pairing -> albedo x fem!reader

warnings -> 18+ (minors & blank blogs dni), virgin!reader, virgin!albedo, pwp, vaginal fingering, handjob, oral (m. receiving), brief deepthroating (🙏🏼), safe experimentation (& unsafe piv sex lmao), creampie (multiple, implied), impregnation (?), cock warming, aftercare; brief convo of menstrual cycles & periods; mention of blood; uhhh it’s a bit comedic at times, lawls, but this is pretty vanillz, y’know?

character mentions -> klee, kaeya, traveler, paimon, lisa, sucrose, iris, timaeus

wc -> 14.5k

Most folks would argue that taking the advice of an explosives-loving ten-year-old over that of a time and experience-hardened adventure is idiotic; that accessing Dragonspine and braving its subzero temperatures from the route at Wyrmrest Valley rather than through the adventurer’s camp by the Snow-Covered Path was reckless— not just for you, but for those who would have to come up in the mountains and search for your body (to which you easily scoffed at; adventurers do have their penchant for dramatics, after all). Whatever she thought your goal had been when you initially asked Iris for directions with your map had been of no consequence, disregarding her noisy efforts of convincing you to go her mapped route.

“Look, I’m not some adventurer— I’ve got one destination and it’s right here, now tell me the fastest way of getting there, not the adventurer’s way.”

Before the ensuing argument could take another turn for the worst, a familiar face had appeared between you. Well, below you.

“Miss ______, Miss ______!” You’d flinched then, not expecting to see a child at your side so suddenly, but upon recognizing who it’d been, your heart settled.

“Ah, Klee!” You’d dropped onto a knee, grinning as you sweep her into your arms. “Just the sweet, helpful face I’d been hoping to run into!” She’d giggled at this, taking a second to cling to you just a little tighter before finally letting you go. “Say, do you think you could help me with a teensy little problem?”

“Of course!” she’d cheered. “Spark Knight Klee of the Knights of Favonius, at your service, Miss ______! How can Klee help!?”

Reaching behind you and snatching your map out of Iris’s hands, not forgetting to shoot the woman an obvious look of disdain, you’d turned back to Klee, your smile having returned instantly.

“Well, I’m trying to find your brother’s lab,” you’d explained, “but this is the first time I’ve ever been to Dragonspine. He once marked it for me on this map, but I’m having trouble figuring out the fastest route there. You must have the best route, right, Klee?”

“I do! It’s true!!” She’d immediately stuck her nose into the parchment, with you pointing at the small, inked on “X” sitting near one of the Waypoint markers. “Ooh, yes! If you go along this snowy beach, and up a biiiiiiig hill where this bright red light is! You’ll find big brother Albedo in his lab! Klee was just there!”

“Oh, I see! He wasn’t busy, was he?”

“Nuh-uh! He and I just ate lunch together! But now I have to go back to Mondstadt to see Grand Master Jean…” At this, she’d sighed.

You made a silly face at her, lip jutted into faux suspicion. “Did you blow something up again?”

“No!!” she’d been quick to argue, though just as quick to relent. “… yes... I went fish blasting again...”

You’d chuckled. “Atta girl, Klee. If you ask me, they deserve it. Those fish never bite.”

And so thanks to Klee’s quick guidance and no thanks to that useless, no fun Iris - Klee had agreed with this statement - you were on your way through Wyrmrest Valley, passing by a strange cave filled with the bright red light the young girl had mentioned (thanks to Albedo, you knew it to contain the heart of Durin from the old stories of Mondstadt) and trekking up a snowy hill with the hood of your coat pulled tight over your head. You don’t take much of a break until you reach one of the Waypoint markers, a ten minute standing siesta against it to catch your breath and absorb its warmth before heading due east toward the black “X” on your map.

The closer you get to the mouth of the cave, the thinner the layer of soft snow covering the ground beneath you gets, until eventually, your snowshoes sound against planks of wood bolted deep into the hard, bare earth. You heave a sigh of relief, your calves having been burning almost too fiercely for you to continue. Having received such a stroke of luck for having found where you were headed… you remind yourself to not to take it for granted.

Knocking the snow off your boots off as best you can before entering, you soon spot the person you'd climbed all this way for, standing with his back to the opening and before an easel. You decide to leave your arrival unannounced, suddenly rising onto the toes of your boots to lighten your steps on your way over to him, but even despite your best effort, he still greets you.

"Hello, ______. It's nice to see you today."

"Hi, Albedo," you reply, trying hard not to sound too disappointed. "Um... how did you know it was me? You didn't even turn around..."

"Not many people brave travelling up Dragonspine just to come and visit me," he explains. "Klee, Kaeya, the Traveler and Paimon whenever they return to Mondstadt, they all greet me normally-- but when you come and visit me in Mondstadt, it's usually without notice, and, you always try to sneak up on me."

You move around from behind him to see his face. His eyes flicker onto you, while his mouth quirks into a small smile in welcoming you before returning to the canvas.

"... do I really do that every time," you ask, your embarrassment showing through your awkward grin. He nods, another brush stroke leading up the canvas. "Oh... sorry about that."

"There's no need to apologize, ______. I look forward to your visits."

Despite the cold still managing to sting your cheeks, they're quickly warmed by his words.

"Are you able to stay for a while today? I'd like to show you the conclusion of that last experiment you saw me working on, but I'd also like to finish this painting and show you it, as well."

"I saved the entire day for our visit, so don't rush anything on my account, okay?"

"I don't want to keep you here too late," he says, dipping a new, smaller-tipped brush into his paint palette. "Dragonspine is less friendly at night."

Less friendly? you wonder, thinking back on how you had to run from a Frostarm Lawachurl only twenty minutes ago. I suppose from the perspective of someone with a Vision, this makes more sense.

"Worst case scenario, I could always sleep here," you reason. Off your shoulders, you slide off your pack of supplies, and attached to the bottom of it by a pair of two thick leather straps, "since I brought my sleeping pouch with me, just in case."

"I see. Well, that does bring me more comfort than having you hiking along this mountain in the dark. Which way did you come from, anyhow?"

"The path near the heart of Durin." He immediately sighs.

"Klee. Ever since she decided to wander around the base of the mountain, it's been through that route that she's come, rather than staying on the one the Adventurer's Guild paved out."

"But the map shows it to take twice as long to get up here?"

"That's because the other paths are twice as dangerous."

"In all seriousness, Klee bombs fish for fun, so I don't think her taking a Frostarm Lawachurl down with her Pyro Vision is much of a problem, nor is it one of her biggest concerns."

"Even though that isn't the point, and not exactly a fair comparison... I have to agree. After all, I've seen it done." Your eyes widen in awe of the girl. "______, please. If you come up here again, use the safe route. I don't want to hear of anything happening to you on account of you coming to see me."

"We've been friends for a long time now, Albedo, and I appreciate you always worrying about me, I do, but really," and you place your hand on his shoulder, "you don't have to. You deal with enough stressful things. I would never dream of burdening you with such an awful feeling."

"It's because we have been friends for so long that I worry, ______. It would bring me a peace of mind for you to stay safe, no matter where you go."

All the choice words you had to say die on your tongue, deciding against starting a meaningless argument. Besides, it goes the same for you, too. Even though he has a Vision and he's a skilled fighter, you always worry when he's alone up here. Especially after that incident with his imposter.

You sigh at him, taking your hand back and moving to collapse on the edge of his cot. You yank your thick, woollen coat off of you and lay it next to your pack on the floor. "Fine. I'll take the long way here next time. But if I freeze to death, that is on you."

"It's a deal, then," he says, and you instantly roll your eyes.

"Oh, before I forget," and you reach for your pack, "I brought you something."

You have to stifle a laugh when his head whips toward you. "By any chance, is it more sweets?"

"Don't sound too excited, Albedo," you say; "you might not like this one this time."

"Was it you who made them?" he inquires.

"Naturally."

"Then I will like these ones, too."

You decide to relish in the heat created by his flattering words for an extra second before pulling out the tin. Filled with soft, white gelatin balls rolled in coconut, and at the center, a sweet jam filling, "Supposedly, the idea of them came from Fontaine, but this one is an old recipe I found from cleaning out my relative's attic the other day. They are called "coconut macaroons”.”

Standing, you open the tin and present them to him, watching his eyebrows raise as he studies them.

"Would you mind holding it for me to eat?" he suddenly asks, and in raising his hands to where you can see them covered in paint, you nod, no other words needed from him.

"Of course," you say.

Tucking the lid beneath the tin, you use your other hand to pluck one of the balls out, and hold it closer to his mouth. He gives it a light sniff per his usual routine with the food you bring him, before parting his lips to bite into it. It seems to surprise him, just how soft and sweet the treat is. Up until now, or at least in the past six months, most of what you've made for him had been either a pastry of varying textures or different kinds of cakes or biscuits, though based on your description of the new dessert, he hadn’t been expecting such a moist sweetness to it.

“So? What do you think?” He spares you a glance before leaning forward. You bring it a little closer, having drawn back to give him room, and he takes the rest of it into his mouth, his lips grazing over the tip of your index finger. “O-Oh…”

You don’t miss this. As slight as the contact had been, it still managed to freeze you in place as it registered. It was just an overextension, you fool, you tell yourself, internally shaking your head. If it wasn’t for what happened earlier, you wouldn’t have even thought it to be anything but innocent. After all… it’s not just bringing him some sweets as to why you’re here… Get your head out of the proverbial gutter, ______!

“It’s delicious,” he tells you earnestly, his turquoise eyes seeming to be shining just a little brighter. “By comparison, I think this might be one of your best creations. Did you make the jam middle yourself, too?”

“Yes,” you say, thankful that he’d decided to ask about it so as to settle your heart down. “A seventy-thirty ratio of valberries to regular berries, and refined sugar from fresh sweet flowers. Not too sweet, but not too tart either, right?”

“The perfect balance,” he agrees with a small nod. Your gaze zeroes in on the skin next to his mouth. “Thank you for bringing these, ______. I’ll definitely be enjoying them.”

“… you’re welcome,” you murmur, your brain a little slow in responding properly.

If you hadn’t bothered to visit Timaeus by Mondstadt’s alchemy station in an attempt at hunting Albedo down for the purpose of giving him these sweets, you wouldn’t have overheard the conversation at all. But it would only appear that the gods are seeing fit to serve you reminders until you bother to ask him about it. Now, it simply seems like you’re only buttering him up with the treat in order to get an answer out of him.

Which isn’t true! you’re quick to remind yourself. B-But… maybe it’ll help?

“Um… you have a bit of coconut on your cheek,” you mumble, internally sighing at the fact that your tone still remained near that of a whisper.

“Oh, thank y—” he halts in raising his free hand to remove it, nearly having forgotten about his painted hands. “______, would you actually mind, again, removing it for me?”

You set the tin down in the empty space of a small wooden table. “S-Sure.” Truly, it doesn’t need much focus to simply reach out and brush the shaving away, but you can’t hold a steady enough hand that you might’ve risked dropping the tray of sweets.

What's with me all of a sudden?! you’d wondered.

For as long as you’ve known him, both you and Albedo held a mutually platonic relationship. Before, it barely teetered on the line of coworkers and friends, you being a simple records clerk for the Knights of Favonius, and him, being their chief alchemist, until you mustered up enough courage to send him a personal gift during one of Mondstadt’s winter holidays; touched by the gesture, he sent you a beautiful landscape painting of his of Dragonspine.

Normally, with how busy you’d always been with the Knights’ affairs, you wouldn’t have bothered to approach him in the first place, but after a short conversation about him with Kaeya, you learned that not being too hasty so as not to startle him - in this case, first sending him a gift as a greeting of sorts - was the smarter move.

It had been almost three years since then. And in those three years, you’d never felt so strangely behaved around him until now.

Damn those chatty women, you mentally curse. It’s all I can think about now! How stupid.

“______?”

You jump, not realizing you had zoned out. “Y-Yes.”

“You were shaking,” Albedo says, the slight drop of his brows almost barely noticeable. “Are you feeling alright? Are you cold?”

“Oh, n-no—” quickly and carefully, you brush away the coconut with a swipe of your thumb. “I’m not cold.”

Albedo goes silent, his eyes suddenly wandering across your face. As naturally as possible, you avert your own, and retake your seat at the edge of the mattress, knowing full well of his curiosity.

How would you even phrase it? It’s personal, isn’t it? Inappropriate? Er, invasive? Not only in regards to the relationship you had as both coworkers and as friends, but just in general— you just don’t really ask people this.

You groan, relenting to his wordless wondering. “… this might be a bit of an… awkward, personal question.”

Albedo has to hide his relief when you finally decide to speak again. He didn’t want to pry, despite that curiosity. You’d looked uncomfortable, after all. Or, “embarrassed” might be a more choice word to use.

“Inquiry is never awkward, ______. It’s an opportunity to learn more. What is it?”

You hold back a bated breath. No, really— it’s an awkward question. Maybe not for you it won’t be, but for me, yes.

“Right… well…” You clear your throat. “Earlier today, when I was speaking to Timaeus to find out where your laboratory was, the people who were behind me started a conversation that… involved your name.”

“I suppose that’s not uncommon, considering where you were.”

“W-While that is true, I assure you that it hadn’t nothing to do with the practices of alchemy.”

Albedo pauses, sparing a glance at you before finally setting the brush down into a somehow non-frozen glass of water. There were many things within the master alchemist’s laboratory that defied reason, this being of the few that genuinely shocks you the most considering how frigid his Dragonspine lab tends to be, even with multiple lanterns and a large fire always going. He turns to the basin of water and dips his hands in, the water quickly turning an off blue shade from the paint, and abandoning the canvas.

“Oh. Then, do tell. I’m rather curious to learn why I came up in their conversation, if not for that alchemy.”

“Ye— oh, boy.” An exhale leaves you sharply, an embarrassing heat suddenly spreading across the back of your neck. “O-Okay. So, you know how you were created as an artificial human, right? Wait, don’t answer that,” you interrupt yourself as he’d gone to speak; “of course, you know. Archons, that was stupid of me— well, i-it’s not common knowledge, naturally, but people have been making up their own theories since, obviously, you don’t age, and so I overheard some of the theories today, like you’re a secret god or a cursed human or a very well-designed, micro-versioned Ruin enemy with sentience, but then the talk about these theories got them to asking more personal, inappropriate-for-public-conversation questions, like—”

“________.” You gasp a little, out of breath from your tangent. “That was a very long sentence. Please, ask me your question before you go unconscious from poor oxygenation.”

You nod, cheeks hot.

“… a-are you able to reproduce?”

Albedo blinks at you. If he’s surprised by your question, he doesn’t show it— in fact, the only change he does show is one of inquisition. Curiosity. As if the thought of siring children had never once been a thought in his five hundred years of existence. Perhaps he could easily assume the answer is “no”, considering his “genetic make up”, for a lack of a more appropriate term— he hadn’t been nicknamed “the chalk prince” for simply his last name, after all.

But then, on the other hand, he retains identical biological functions to humans such as yourself— tear, saliva, and mucus production; urination and defecation; having the ability to bleed— so perhaps it stands to reason that his body contains the same chemical makeup in his ejaculate as any common male, too, no? Maybe, it might even be of a more concentrated design; a textbook definition of “virility”. And while he knows he’s quite capable of this type of fluid production, he’d only allowed himself to venture on that end of science (read: pleasure) once, and through a private venture. It hadn’t exactly been an experiment to perform in front of others, being frank.

Albedo has lost himself to thought, this much is easy for you to tell. His brilliant gemstone-like eyes have lost their shine and had gone out of focus, a hand has raised to hold his chin and ground him. You don’t bother to speak, waiting for him to exit his mind on his own. Eventually, his thoughts begin to spill out and off his tongue, his murmuring quick to join the crackling fire in filling his cliffside laboratory.

“… perhaps I should proceed with a plan to test this theory, though… a long term experiment of nine-plus months is slightly untenable in consideration to my main objective… There are numerous considerations… although… a willing, fertile participant would surely be necessary…” To your surprise, his concentration breaks, his gaze flitting toward and onto you.

You shiver, knowing full well it isn’t from the cold.

“A-And just what is that look for?” you ask, your voice having cracked with concern.

“… nothing in particular,” Albedo says. He has yet to blink, eyes seemingly stuck on you.

“In case you didn’t know, you were speaking out loud again, Albedo— I heard that last bit.”

“Oh. Perhaps I should explain, then,” he says. You instantly pale at his words. “Regarding your question, I can only partially answer it right now. I don’t know whether I am capable of reproduction. When Gold entrusted me with find the “truth and meaning of this world”, for many years, this had become my sole purpose and drive. After that, perhaps I might fully be free to investigate and experiment the rest that life has to offer. I see, however, that this has piqued your interest. In all honesty, I am curious about it, as well.”

“S-So then… what do you plan to do?” you ask, immediately wishing you hadn’t.

“Seeing as I don’t have any other experiments to tend to, I’m currently weighing the pros and cons on my decision to begin this one. The parameters and necessary criteria are relatively straightforward. Quite obviously, it wouldn’t take many, if not zero, tools or supplies. Really, there’s only one other factor necessary for investigation.”

“And that’s that “willing, fertile participant” you mentioned before,” you say, expression and tone both deadpan.

“Exactly.”

“You know, sometimes, you’re a little too honest, Albedo.”

“My apologies,” he says.

“I… didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” you mumble, looking away from him and at the opening to his lab, outside raging a sudden squall that could easily rival the old record in Dragonspine’s storm history. I guess I’ll be staying overnight here, after all. “I’m perfectly used to your honesty by now, considering how long we’ve known each other for.” What great timing. Comedic, even. Ha, ha, ha.

“I suppose so.” A pregnant silence has you shifting in your seat, suddenly favouring you putting your weight onto your hands while the waiting continues. You huff at him. “Based on the simple fact that you and I have been in close relations for as long as we have, _______, I have a proposition.”

You swallow, offering a small nod for him to continue, but before he does, he travels through his laboratory in search of something— a clipboard full of parchment that he brings along on his way back toward you.

“Firstly, am I correct in assuming that your menstrual cycle is regular, and you’re in decent health?”

“Albedo,” you start, tone unintentionally harsh. “Now it’s your turn to get to the point and ask your question.”

“… right, then.. Would you engage in coitus with me— for the sake of this experiment?”

“Archons alive,” you mutter with a shake of your head, “isn’t there some other way for you to figure it out?”

“Nothing so conducive. I’ve already had to eliminate the possibility of collecting a semen sample and examining it beneath the microscope as there’s a probability that the results would end up showing no evidence of impact; the samples may look textbook but may be inert. Even more, I sincerely doubt that the focal strength of the lens would be enough to see the sample’s cellular makeup on such a microscopic level.”

You instantly hate that he has such excusable, sound logic so readily available.

“I suppose I understand why you’re having doubts about committing to something like this. While I’m not privy to your stance on having children, nor can I fully understand the complexities that may stem from making the decision to go through with pregnancy, I can at least empathize from the standpoint of being one of Klee’s guardians— being a parent isn’t easy.”

“No, it’s not,” you agree. “Albedo, i-if we go through with this, and you do end up being able to reproduce, this is exactly what would happen. I would get pregnant. I would become a parent. I really don’t know if I’m ready to take this risk…”

To your surprise, when you sit up on the edge of his bed, you catch his sour expression in your peripheral vision— it’s not one that you see often.

“Are you under the impression that I would toss you aside when the experiment was done?”

You open your mouth to speak, but only single syllable, unintelligible sounds come out. “I—”

“At the very least, I understand what the end result would mean should it be a positive one. You and I would have created a life together.” Your skin prickles, eyes wide and trained on your lap. “It is not a short term commitment. I wouldn’t allow myself to be held any less responsible for that life than you, ______. In this case, I suppose the parameters need to be corrected— not “nine-plus months”… I should allot for two decades, give or take a few more years…”

“T-Two decades,” your fried brain finally allows you to say. He hums, the dejected look on his face slowly morphing into one of fondness.

“It’s strange, but… I find myself eager to get started.”

“I-I… haven’t even said “yes” yet,” you murmur, eyes daring to rise to meet his. Instead, your lips immediately part.

Being the kind of “person” he is, Albedo had been created with multiple human intricacies left behind. Most times, his expression is calm, complacent, untelling— that of a gambler’s dream. There have been few occasions that have drawn out those different, pocketed looks, but you have experienced of him things like anger when his friends and comrades were injured; joy when Klee or the other Mondstadt children are with him, or when he receives your gift of the week; frustration over a failed experiment or an unexpected result; and most recently, disappointment, when you assumed he would abandon you and the child you both might make. And you thought that one would be the most shocking.

But this… What he wears now… is purely desire; a resultant lust having overcome him by the multiple prospects dangling before him like a carrot on a string. Should the experiment be successful, he would learn that he, an artificial being, is capable of procreating with a pure human. Zygote squares dance before his eyes, hypotheticals of traits and genotypes spread across sheets and sheets of parchment— would they be born male or female? Would they look like him or like you? A thought he believes strange crosses his mind— he only hopes that the child would have your eyes.

You know him well enough to figure that he’s going over every possible outcome and theory, always so entranced by them that he would jot them all down later. Now, it seems there’s only one thing stopping him from being able to get to that stage in the experiment. You.

And so, you nod. Albedo’s lips part, relieved.

“I need verbal consent from you to begin this experiment, ______.”

“Yes, then,” you say, your voice trembling. “I give my consent. Let’s… try and make a baby.”

Your attempt at making the situation less stiff and formal somehow seems to work, the skin near Albedo’s eyes suddenly crinkling into a soft, appreciative smile.

“Thank you, ______. If it’s alright, I do have a few more questions for you before we begin.”

“Mm… hm.”

“Are there any physical restrictions I should know about? Present or past injuries that may affect you during intercourse?”

“Um, no, none that I can recall,” you say after a moment of consideration. He jots something onto the clipboard.

“And your last menstrual cycle,” he goes on, “when did it end?”

“I-I—” you blink rapidly, not expecting him to consider such a thing as necessary input, spluttering as you wrack your brain for an answer, “m-maybe… ah… It was… nine days ago, I-I think.”

Albedo nods, writing another set of words down. “Then that’ll put you in the fertile cusp…”

“… f-fertile cusp,” you repeat, watching him intently.

“Yes— from what I remember when I studied cellular anatomy, the first twelve days after the cycle ends is when fertility is at its peak.”

“No, I-I know that, it’s just…” And you can’t stop the small laugh that escapes you. “It’s all so formal and proper. I know it’s for the sake of collecting data for the experiment,” you quickly add, “but having intercourse… having sex… isn’t such a stiff affair.” But then you laugh again, apologizing under your wheezing breaths when you notice the unintentional pun you’d made, somehow made funnier as you know Albedo wouldn’t have caught it, himself.

He ponders your words, though it doesn’t take him long to acknowledge the truth in them. For as unknowledgeable as he is on these human intricacies, the colloquial term of “making love” surely didn’t involve note-taking or detailed inquiries— he’d figured this much. In exchange for you having become a willing participant in this fool’s experiment, you at least deserve a memorable experience.

“Ah, my apologies. You’re right. While I know of the act, engaging in coitus and its technicalities is something I’m unfamiliar with. “Making love”…” Your skin prickles at the sudden change in intonation. “It’s a romantic endeavour, isn’t it. Done between… loving partners.”

Even though it had been the first question to have asked you, he found himself pushing it further down the list, preferring to subject you the other eight questions ahead of it— have you had any other sexual partners recently? Why is it he couldn’t simply say the words?

“It can be, yes,” you say. “Some people have sex rather suddenly, too, and it’s not always between lovers. It’s not always romantic, either, but it deserves passion.”

It’s because you don’t want to know if she’s been involved with anyone else, he realizes, somehow brought to the conclusion without a second thought. Anyone else besides you.

Albedo sets the clipboard down next to the bed. How is it possible to have found yourself at such a conclusion, he wonders. But then he regards his memories, his past thoughts, managing to find your image dancing before his eyes and recall your words ringing in the space between his ears. He remembers the joy stemming from each of the many times you’d come to see him— out of the handful of people he’d bother to get involved with, get to know closely, you were the one whose company he enjoyed the most.

Never forcing himself into uncomfortable social settings, or into the public limelight whenever he achieved a new feat that might’ve deserved to be celebrated; always respecting his desire to keep his number of relationships to a bare minimum, aware of just how exhaustive maintaining them gets for the man— you made knowing you so much easier for him. Those same human emotions he’d have certain trouble in understanding were explained and shown to him just as naturally as it had been to breathe, yet the one bit of you he hadn’t yet seen a side of is love. Adoration. The same kind of fondness he feels deep down in his heart when he looks at you.

Be it for the sake of or borne through the results of this experiment… I’d like to experience it from you, if only once.

Now, standing before you, arms straight down at his sides, the tips of his fingers skim across the ends of his pant legs as if… suddenly shy.

Your eyes quickly dart over to the paper, and despite it being upside down, you can still make out some of the words of the unanswered first question. Realizing that he must’ve intentionally skipped it, you decidedly take one of his cold hands into your yours and force your fingers between his. Gaze lidded, he stares down at them, his thumb rising to rub into the fleshy part of it.

“I haven’t been with anyone else, Albedo,” you whisper, flexing your hand in a gentle squeeze. “You would be my first.” He swallows thickly. “And… I think this is why I’d been nervous to agree to this, but… this is your first time, too, right?”

“Yes,” he says, just as quiet. “It is.”

“Then…” You tug lightly on his hand, and with little resistance, he moves toward you, only a single, clumsy step necessary to find himself between your legs. Startled by the closeness, he raises his other hand to your shoulder to brace himself against you. “I’m glad. If it were anybody else, I don’t think I would have agreed.”

Albedo’s eyes wander, and the hand pressed against your collarbone travels in tandem, sliding to hold you by the underside of your jaw— something he’d seen while in the city of Mondstadt. He thought about it often. “And why is that?” Does it feel nice? He wishes he could read your mind, but it becomes telling in your warm gaze, in your sweet smile, in the way that under his cool touch, he witnesses your flesh turn feverish, made worse only by the thumb that caresses your cheek. You like it. You like him— he thanks the God who heard his wish.

You lean your weight into his palm, eyelashes fluttering. “Kiss me, Albedo. Let me show you why.”

He nods, a stiff gesture. Your warm hands drag him from his frigidity, placed on either side of the smooth porcelain of his face, and into you, your lips parting only far enough from each other that his may fit between them. It is almost a too perfect fit, he notes, even when you’re moving them.

You encourage him to move along with you, chin nudging his lightly enough that he gets the message, and his thin fingers shift to wind almost desperately through your hair, pulling himself closer into you that your chests nearly touch. For a moment, he sways, put off balance by his lilted stance between your thighs, but then you shuffle backwards on his mattress, leaving enough of a space opens that he’s able to kneel on it. You smile against his lips, taking in a soft breath through your nose.

Albedo, as someone who had only ever witnessed a proper kiss once during a walk through Mondstadt, and who had only ever read about them in the few romance novels he’d dared to borrow from Lisa out of pure curiosity, could only follow your lead. Sure, Klee had often given him a few pecks on his cheek here and there as she grew up, but in his almost five hundred years of existence, this had been his first kiss. So gentle, so warm, so plush— oh, your lips are so nice to feel, he thinks, his own cheeks slowly heating up.

A hand leaves him, lamely skirting down the curves in his shoulder and trailing over the heavily adorned end of his sleeve, only to jump to claim his waist by the material of his indigo shirt. Your fingers curl into the fabric, dragging him further onto the bed with you; he relents by swinging his other leg over yours, effectively straddling you.

Albedo feels light-headed. Oh, is the sound he makes when he finally realizes why. I need to breathe. A giggle finally has him pulling back, you, watching as he struggles to catch his breath with a slight smirk on your face.

“If you take smaller breaths through your nose, or, when we stop, you won’t lose your breath as fast,” you quietly explain.

“… I know that,” he murmurs, nudging into your lips with his. “But I don’t want to stop.” Your eyes widen in shock at his bold - for him - admission. “______… teach me how to make love to you.”

Truly, you wouldn’t have expected those words to come from him, not in a million years. It leaves you startled, hot, like one of the dying embers in the cave’s fire brought to life by the fierce wind. You take a moment, pulling your hands away from him to let out a deep, shuddering, embarrassed breath into your palms.

“… w-what makes you think I know much more than you,” you say, quieted and muffled by your own hands.

“I’m simply aware of how vast your capacity to show tenderness and appreciation to others is. That is a form of love, isn’t it?”

“A more innocent kind of love, maybe,” you answer, dropping your hands to rest on his knee. “That part is easy, since it can just come naturally… but this—? I haven’t… I only know a little of what to do…”

“Then, shall we keep learning, together? I’ve read that intercourse can be painful, and I don’t wish for you to experience that discomfort. Will you show me what you know?”

“O-Of course, j-just… don’t expect me to be good at it, okay? I… I’ve only read about these things.”

Gently, his lips press to the corners of yours, making you squirm restlessly beneath him. Naturally, the books you had read had been from Lisa’s personal collection, and were not of the safe-for-work variety. Hardly educational and deeply inappropriate, it certainly left an imprint on your mind’s eye— even more so considering you were about to do some of those things with him.

In steeling yourself, Albedo notes how the look in your eyes have changed. As if you’d remembered something important, “Albedo, switch places with me.”

He nods once, his hands shifting to settle at your waist. With surprising ease and a knee pressed into the mattress once more, he turns, spinning you atop him. You’re easily startled by the motion, grabbing at his shoulders to steady yourself until he settles.

“I think I quite like this,” Albedo admits, once he’d gotten comfortable. “You, sitting on my lap.” You kiss him chastely.

“… it’s one of the best seats I’ve ever sat in, that’s for sure,” you murmur, hands smoothing across the exposed skin on his arms. You pause, suddenly flushed with an embarrassed warmth. “Th-that came out too easily, I—”

“No,” he interrupts you, and the hands holding your sides offer you a gentle squeeze. “I liked that, too.”

A dry chuckle leaves you, but not at his expense— you’re nervous to start what you’d sought to do, your heart beating anxiously beneath your ribcage as you slide a hand back up to his shoulder. Keeping yourself balanced against him, you slip your free hand between the two of you to finally, finally address the obvious, growing bulge settled between his thighs.

Albedo chokes, elbows buckling from where they hold him upright when your palm, curved like a cup, rests against the dense tent of his black shorts.

“_-______, what—”

“If, maybe, you thought I never noticed…” you lean into him, and in pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, “of course, I noticed.” Pride swells in your chest when you feel him suddenly tremble underneath you, his eyes wide.

Your smiling lips find his one last time before you’re sliding off of his lap and onto the floor between his knees. Confused and slightly dazed, Albedo goes to grab your arm and stop you. “______, what are you doing now?”

“… do you trust me?” you ask, rather than providing him with an explanation.

“Of course I do, but—””Then,” you carefully pry his fingers away from your arm and set it back in his lap, “let me try something. Work with me, okay?”

After a moment’s hesitation, he finally relents in the form of a nod, and it takes but one more steeling breath for you to commit.

Once more, your hands slide up his torso, creeping along his chest until reaching the golden belt slung over his shoulder. After a minute of trying to figure out how to unlatch it, you sigh defeatedly. “Albedo…”

“You should’ve just asked in the first place,” he tuts, staring down at you through lidded eyes.

“I didn’t think a belt could be so complicated— what is it even for?” you rhetorically add in a murmur.

“It pins my coat shut,” he still replies. You refrain from making eye contact when he finally undoes the pin from the backside of the belt, and with a click, the two pieces around the flap of white fabric from his coat separate, slipping over Albedo’s shoulders and landing on the ruffled blanket behind him. “There.”

“Good. Now, take your coat off.” He complies, shrugging it off of his shoulders and letting it slip down his arms. Your hands lift from your lap and skirt across his, trailing up his clothed thighs and up his waist, and tucking beneath the hem of his indigo shirt to take the zipper of his shorts between two trembling fingers. “…a-and lift your hips up,” you mumble, upon pulling it down and unclasping its neighbouring button.

“Okay.” You’re quick to drag them away from his hips when his ass rises off of the bed, the clinking of his metal accessories jingling when they hit the floor before you. Your jaw falls open— with your eyes trained lower than where his knees sat parallel to the mattress, you hadn’t at all notice that you’d pulled down more than just his shorts. “______…”

“I-I didn’t mean to move that fast,” you swear, eyes wide and struggling to stay on his. He looks at you, waiting for your next move with his teeth pinching the inside of his cheek. “But, um…” You dare to glance down, and sigh. “… there really isn’t a point to me being nervous anymore. It’s… You… are right in front of me now.”

“That’s right,” Albedo says. You have to hide your surprise when he leans forward to touch your cheek with his cold, gloved fingertips; a supporting gesture, one with his own brand and level of comfort that he could muster. “You have me right here in front of you.”

Somehow, you find yourself being grateful in the silliest of ways, unable to help the way your mind takes you to the time of Albedo’s creation. Proportionate in every beautifully normal way, from the length of his torso to the expanse of each of his creamy white thighs; from the average length of his cock and its surprisingly wide girth, to how its head seemed to glow with rouge and how his balls hung before you in near perfect spheres— you almost ask him to undress the rest of himself, but as your gaze traveled even further downward to where his knee-high black boots both end and begin, squeezing the flesh of those same thighs you’d begun to adore, you stop yourself.

No, these should definitely stay on.

“You asked me to show you what I know, right?” Albedo blinks down at you, where your eyes rest on his twitching shaft almost too intently. You wet your lips, and finally wrap your warm fingers around his base; he flinches. “Then… what I know is that… supposedly… men really like this part,” you murmur against him, lips then pursing atop his blooming head.

Albedo involuntarily hisses, a hand rising to rest on the crown of his head in disbelief while the other fruitlessly clutches at the sheets beneath him. Having hoped to catch him off guard, you’d poked your tongue out and aimed it at the small slit in the centre, succeeding when his hips leap upward under your soft strokes.

“I-I’m beginning to understand… w-why — ahh…”

It tastes a little salty, you note. Gently, you curl your tongue beneath the head of his cock, and run it along its soft ridge, eliciting the softest of moans from the man sitting above you. In the corner of your eye, you watch his eyes flutter as the pleasure registers and his hands search for a new place to anchor themselves.

“You can touch me, too, Albedo,” you tell him, dropping your head a little lower to flatten your tongue against the base of his shaft. You drag up, sure to collect the small vein pulsing at his underside as you make your way to the top again, “I don’t bite, after all,” before collecting him into your mouth as far as it would let you, your mouth immediately hollowing around him following your words.

You smooth out your tongue beneath him as your cheeks puff out before contracting, a torturous set of suctioning squeezes that has Albedo squirming in place. You shift your hands to rest atop his thighs, only pressing down whenever he bucks just a little too much for you keep up with.

You draw back only slightly, the underside of his cockhead having quickly become the new target of your ministrations. Albedo’s hips roll, an automatic reaction he decided he didn’t care that he had no control over— your lips, your tongue, the heat of your mouth, the hot breaths you let out over his aching erection, oh— he wanted more of it.

Few things exist in this world that he desired as achingly so, if only the positive results of an experiment that led him closer to Gold’s expectations of him and the well-being of his friends. In the now, he simply desired you.

Albedo gasps, and as if on instinct, he lurches forward to hunch over you, almost throwing himself off of the edge of the mattress, and wind his fingers through your hair from behind. “-_____!!” For a moment, you panic, your hands flying up to brace yourself between his thighs, not having expected such a knee-jerk reaction from the alchemist that had him hitting the back of your throat. “Hngh!!”

As deeply as possible, you inhale around him, though very little air passes into your lungs. You shift higher onto your knees, your hands tapping against Albedo’s thighs in alarm the longer your throat remains constricted by his cock. But his head is thrown back, lips parted in pure awe and relishing at how tightly you’re able to wind around him, and how fast the strange burning sensation he’d only felt that one time before in his long life creeps up on him—!

Before he can warn you, and before he can even register what was about to happen, Albedo comes, his hot seed spurting heavily down the back of your throat. His groans are deep, filled with a vibrato that would almost tickle if not for the immense pressure. Lost in his pleasure, it takes him a moment to register that the strange flapping on his legs had been you, pleading for him to release your hair.

His hands fly up from you instantly, his groan sharp when you pull off of and away from him, swallowing thickly. “-_____—” your attempt at a proper first breath has you coughing a little, massaging your throat from the outside as if it would soothe what had just been done to the inside. “A… Are you alright? I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to…. do that.”

But you’re shaking your head, hand raised to wave him down.

“It’s… not your fault,” you tell him, your voice testing. “Honestly,” and you spare a chuckle, “that just meant I was doing something right.” Albedo frowns in his own confusion.

“Your pain was… a good thing?” he asks. “That’s slightly illogical.”

“I meant before that part. Your reaction… It felt good in my mouth, didn’t it? It must have… considering how quickly you came.” Hesitant, his concern for you still ever present in his expression, he nods. “I promise I’m okay, Albedo. But… we should keep going, hm?”

Albedo watches you, still knelt between him, his thoughts racing and unpinnable, most of them plaguing him with the guilt that he’s hurt you— but you only smile, your eyes squinted, and the tears collected along them threatening to spill. He enjoys it when you smile.

“Before,” he starts, his tone hopeful in his brand of emotion, “you said I can touch you.” You nod, your chest heaving with your breaths. “Does that permission still stand?”

“Wh— Y-Yes, of course, it does,” you answer, eyebrow raised in confusion. Albedo smooths his hand across your cheek, his thumb running along the soft skin beneath your one eye to clear away the bit of tears that finally fell.

“Then, I’d like to try touching you to get a similar reaction out of you,” he explains. “I’d like to make you feel as good as I just was.”

Lips parted, you consider his request. While a part of you desired nothing more than for him to reciprocate what you had just done to him, it’s difficult for you to attempt to escape the embarrassment it would bring you. Whether he would’ve been knelt before you, pushing your thighs apart whenever they might go to squeeze his head between them, or if he’d pull you to sit above his face, hold you in place, and—

No, no, no-no-no— either of those things are just too much to get him to do for his first time! you think, trying desperately to cast the details of Lisa’s personal collection out of your head to no avail. If your desire wasn’t showing before, it certainly should be now. So… i-if he wants to do this, if he’s really serious about it…

“… please, then, ‘bedo,” you murmur, leaning just a little deeper into his gloved palm. “Please touch me.”

Over and over, Albedo has managed to surprise you, though more than anything, it had been his astute eagerness that has thrown you for a loop. Despite his usual claims of lacking most human emotions, he seems to have no trouble displaying lust before you. Whether it’s expressed in regards to the promise of achieving positive results, or, as the potentially deluded area of your brain suggests, in regards to him harbouring a positive emotion, one aimed toward you, you weren’t privy.

This time, the surprise comes from him when he gently pulls you up onto your feet, him now standing with you, and spinning you on the spot to take his former place on the bed. You blink, slightly dizzied by the motion, and make to press your palms down flat to steady yourself, when Albedo leans into you, one of his own hands coming to rest next to yours. The other, however—

“Lift your hips up, ______,” he says, his thumb pressing forward to shove the button above the zipper to your trousers out through the hole, “and take off your jacket.”

You nod, swallow the lump in your sore throat, and shift your weight onto your hands that allows him to slide your thick, woollen tights down to your ankles, all in a single moment. Unlike you, however, he’s left your undergarment sitting askew around your hips— somehow, you manage to dub this even more embarrassing than if you were left half nude.

“I’m still right here in front of you,” he reminds you, once more leaning forward into your space, chin tilted toward his chest. You straighten your back, enough so that you’re able to meet his lips, and he gratefully obliges you, his own eyes shuttering closed upon contact. You part from him, grinning softly.

Albedo’s lips part to allow the tip of his glove’s middlemost finger to become pinched between his teeth— he pulls away, the dual-coloured leather falling against his chin before he discards it to the cave behind him, and reaches down between you. You catch his hesitation and decidedly remain silent until he finally moves, a curious hand coming to rest just above your pubic bone. Your breath barely hitches when his fingers curl to dig beneath the elastic banding on your underwear, only to pause with a single pad resting only an inch away from—

“I believe I asked you to remove your jacket,” he murmurs, eyes trained to where his hand waits.

“I— oh, I, o-okay, right…” Careful not to bump him, you begin shimmying out of your moisture-wicking sweater, tugging your arms and head from the holes, and tossing it behind Albedo, leaving you sitting in a half-as-thin turtleneck.

“Good. I’m going to begin now.”

You barely get a nod out when he’s already pressed down atop the flesh above your clit, your body jerking forward at the sudden burn of pleasure. In favour of helping Albedo chase his own release, you woefully chose to neglect the potential of your own, but this didn’t mean it hadn’t been sitting idle up until now, waiting for him to do something about it.

In all your time of knowing the man, you never would have thought you would see him make such an erotic expression, and having been blessed to, you still haven’t recovered from it. Brows knitted and eyes squeezed shut, teeth pinching his bottom lip through his failed self-restraint; you’d never seen a rosier red before than on those smooth porcelain cheeks of his— it sent waves of warmth to pool in your gut, a blindsiding strike against you as you became forced to wait your turn.

“From what I recall from my anatomy studies, the clitoris has over ten thousand nerve endings, so in a state of arousal…” He swirls his finger against it again and you jolt, your own hand rising from the bed to clutch at his wrist. “… the effect becomes heightened when it is physically stimulated.” His eyes flit up to watch your reaction when he moves lower, the tip of his soft digit catching under its hood; your trembling lips have parted, and your eyes are barely open to see him. You only feel when two of his fingers have dipped into you— your wide eyes snap up to him, cheeks flushed at the sudden squelch. “I see you didn’t even need physical stimulation for this— you’re quite wet, ______.”

Your grip on his wrist is shaky when it tightens; another indication of your arousal, Albedo notes. He doesn’t move his fingers as you had expected him to — they solicit themselves before your entrance, swimming in the slick that has gathered there, his reach managing to stretch far enough that it nudges your throbbing clit — and your mind immediately equates the emptiness within you to torture when you begin clenching around nothing.

“I-I don’t know if you’re teasing me on purpose, Albedo,” you start, your nails suddenly biting into the flesh of his hand, “but I’m begging you to stop.”

Your ears ring a little when the softest of chuckles fill them; you shoot a glare up at the alchemist. “No adverse effects to your cognition. If tempered, a high percentage persists, even under that same duress—” You whack his arm, at least hard enough that even he would feel it. “Ouch.”

“This isn’t a live anatomy study,” you joke at him, though the same bite you threw at him along with your knuckles are present in your tone. Albedo blinks, before his lips spread into a thin, almost apologetic, line.

“A habit,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’ll try to be more conscious of it.”

“J-Just… be less embarrassing about it,” you plead, turning your head away.

“Hm? Why is it embarrassing?” Albedo straightens, his back holding him upright instead of his other hand— he pinches your chin between two fingers, and turns you back toward him. “Sexual intercourse is an embodiment of what it means to be human, no? Without procreation, life would end.”

“Y-Yes, that’s all true, but… it’s not why I’m embarrassed. I-It’s not even you getting all technical while your fingers are—” as if cued, they slip into you once more, a gasp fleeing your wide open mouth in shock. “A-Albedo!?”

“So, is it me that you’re embarrassed over?” You wince, his fingers curling upwards as if searching. “Is it what I’m doing to you that’s made your body so warm?” His wrist turns, his other knuckles catching on your clit again and making you lurch into him. “Is it that my hand is so deep in your heat that’s making you look at me with such delirium?”

Your body spasms; you huff at him when he draws back.

“W… what are you even saying,” you pant, your hold on him faltering.

“I am only curious as to why you’ve been staring at me with such blatant adoration. I don’t believe I’ve done anything out of the ordinary to deserve it, and yet…” His own eyes move to meet yours. “I find myself enjoying having your attention on me.”

You could’ve quite literally melted on the spot, if not for the bitter chill filling the cave.

Albedo shifts before you, and seats himself to your right, his sole gloved hand curling around the underneath of your one knee to be thrown over his lap, the other remaining behind to slide up toward your hip. His fingers tug at the elastic of your underwear, collecting them around a knuckle and drawing them down your raised hips to your ankles, the wrinkled fabric pooling around the toes of your left foot.

“Keep your eyes on me, ______,” he says, barely audible. “Watch closely.”

You manage to amaze yourself at just how wet you’d truly become by his hand, the cloth surrounding your cunt and the blistering winds of the squall offering enough muffling that you hadn’t heard the squelching, and only felt it. You didn’t think it could get more embarrassing, but now, the sounds were out in the open, the progressively more intense smacks from his palm hitting resounding before you and belting between the stone walls. But you keep your eyes on him still, just as he’d asked you to, and let the heat continue to bloom.

His attention on you is somehow daunting— bottom lip caught between pearl-white teeth and brows furrowed; usually bright eyes darkened in his focus, occasionally flitting up to see the kind of expression you wear with each new ministration.

You shudder beneath him when the smooth skin of his thumb presses against your clit again, his fingers still curling and stirring your warm insides. An eyebrow raises, pleased by your reaction— Albedo rolls the pad of his finger against you in the hopes that you keep squirming beneath him, that your soft and barely controlled moans keep escaping you, all for him, all from him. Somehow it’s everything and not enough for you, though it shows when you roll your hips toward him and against his wetted wrist.

“I-It’s… how… can you can be… so… calm through this…!?” You pant, your fingers tightening at the breast of his shirt. Shivering beneath his languid touch, Albedo lets you keen against his smooth hand in a slow grind, his three middle fingers carefully pumping in and out of you, each draw pulling back more and more of your slick.

Eyes blown wide, Albedo takes his free hand and guides your lips back to his, tongue unhesitant in pushing past your gritted teeth to find your tongue. A moan escapes you when they curl together, your thighs instinctively trying to press together to curb the heat that starts pulsing between them. Albedo pushes them back open, eyes lazily shifting to the side in time to watch you begin to shake.

“Calm?” he repeats, having pulled away, and with a single stroke, you seize, both hands jumping to grasp at his wrist in an attempt to steady yourself through your first orgasm. “With you?” He presses his lips to the side of your head, a soft groan escaping him the tighter you manage to clench around his digits. “I’m not calm at all with you. Especially as you are now.”

“A-Al… bedo,” you whine, clutching at his shirt like a vice, nails barely digging through the fabric to reach him, but where you touch burns, only spurring him on to keep you sobbing until you reach the end of your high.

“Your voice is very pleasant when you orgasm, ______.” You seethe a harsh breath through your teeth when he retracts his fingers, and as if through a fogged lens, Albedo stares at his pale fingers coated in your release, watching it glisten under the glow of the fire as he turns them. “Hm.”

“… Albedo?” you call, voice hoarse but questioning.

“The viscosity is almost slime-like,” he notes— of course, he would, you think, biting back a chuckle. But then he does the unimaginable, though in his case, you’re surprised at yourself for not have expecting it— he tastes it, tastes you, his tongue poking out to lick up from his knuckle to the tip of his index.

“A-Albedo—””The hydrogen potential is rather acidic,” he goes on, completely disregarding your huff of impatience at being cut off, “but it’s more mild than I expected. It seems there isn’t enough here to collect as a proper sample, however. Before we continue, I’d like to—”

“A-Another time!” you half-heartedly promise, knowing exactly what he’d been about to ask you. Genuinely hoping he won’t actually hold you to your word, “P-Please, Albedo— I’m already exhausted from the trip here, and after all of this, I-I don’t know if I’ll last until the end if you were to do all of that again…”

“Oh. Was it that enjoyable?” he asks, and to your disbelief, he licks the rest of his fingers off before curving his head to better meet your gaze. Instantly, you’re scowling at his knowing glance. “Very well, then; I don’t mind postponing that until “another time”.”

You wheeze tiredly.

With a hand resting against your lower back, he places his other against your sternum and gently pushes you backwards and down into his mattress. Slipping his leg out from under you, he then straddles your one thigh and carefully lifts your other out in front of him. You instinctively flinch, your gaze quick to travel down to where Albedo’s erection sits atop your skin. As if testing, he shifts his hips forward, and drags his dick along your leg.

You barely catch the soft, wounded breath that passes through his parted lips, eyes squeezed shut once more as he ruts himself along you. Your own breathing is weak, both heart and mind stupefied by the scene before you— you can’t help yourself from reaching for him, for it, and cup your hand over its pretty curve.

Albedo gasps, instinctively reaching to steady himself against the bed when your thumb starts rubbing along his blushing cockhead.

“Albedo,” you call to him, voice thick with a sudden want the alchemist hadn’t been prepared to hear. “Albedo, please… I’m ready for you. I want you.”

In turn, you hadn’t been prepared for his eagerness— the way he helps you scooch further back on the mattress, and how easily he’d seemed to fit himself in between your warmed thighs; how sweetly he stares down at you, his pale pink lips curving into the slightest of smiles when you start uncontrollably grinning at him, and how soothing and gentle his touch is when he runs his cool hands along the burning flesh beneath your turtleneck. You shudder in your anticipation, a strong pulse beating from the center of your abdomen just wildly enough for him to feel it when his palm rests atop it. He maneuvers his knees beneath you, and in pressing his hips to meet your pelvis, his own arousal finally nudges into yours, the both of you flinching with a desperate keen.

A single hand comes down to rest on the bare skin of your midriff, hidden beneath your shirt, the other curled around the base of his erection to poise himself before you. “T-Then… I’ll deny you no longer.”

A strangled hiss passes through clenched teeth as Albedo rocks his hips forward, the head of his cock gently fitting just past your folds. You can’t help the shocked gasp that flees your parted lips; you take up the bedding in an iron grip to brace yourself as his own tightens around your hip, him pushing past each ring of muscle with a heavy breath and the smallest of grunts— he’s hot, and incredibly hard, and it sends a rippling ache through your core the longer he takes in fully sheathing himself within you, through no fault of his own. Your nerves have made you tense and tighten up, made you tremble around his throbbing girth so intensely that he’s forced to take pause with a choked breath—

“S-Sorry!” you gasp out, blinking rapidly between him and the ceiling. “S-Sorry, Albedo, I-I just—!”

“I know,” he interrupts, voice slightly haggard. “T-Take a moment. Breathe, ______.” You nod, likely too many times than necessary. “Does it hurt?”

“… y-yes, but…” You sniffle. “There’s pleasure with it, too. For my first time, i-it’s to be expected…” The alchemist stares down at you, unsure of his next move, but then you raise your shaky arms from your side to reach for him, hands taking the cool skin of his cheeks into your palms. “I-I need a distraction,” you murmur. “Kiss me, Albedo, a-at the same time.”

“… alright.”

Albedo lets you pull him down toward you, slowly so as not to hurt him, as well, allowing him to shift around you and reposition himself. At the last second, he leans forward out of your hands to claim your expectant lips on his own, immediately parting them with his tongue. The gesture had sent a rush of heat through you, miraculously allowing Albedo to thrust his hips into yours just a little more. Your moan is sharp into his open mouth, a whine more than anything else, and your shuddering has your legs threatening to either give out beneath him or curl around his slim waist— he notices this, and instead denies you from choosing on your own when he lets himself tip forward until fully sheathed, swallowing both your tongue and your voice when you cry out past his lips.

I-It hurts, you can only exclaim in your thoughts, your entire body lit up like an Inazuman firework when your legs kick out behind him— it hurts.

Willing yourself to focus on anything but where the pain pulses most, you search around the cave once more, chest heaving from a lack of air, mindlessly identifying the many small objects scattered about the laboratory— flasks and beakers, pencils of various lengths, jars of full and half-empty oil paints of all shades, piles upon piles of paper weighed down by miscellaneous paper weights— “______?”

You tear your gaze away from the inactive air gas burner sitting on the furthest table, and force it to meet that of the man’s lying above you. “H-Hm?”

“Are you alright?” Albedo asks. In the corner of your eye, you spot his one arm beginning to tremble. “You went quiet.” Shakily, you lift your arm to support it by his elbow; he spares it a glance before looking to you again. “______?”

“I-I’m… I’m okay,” you say before sighing, knowing you sound unconvincing. “Are you?” He hesitates in answering.

“… a human’s internal temperature is normally around thirty-seven degrees, but s-somehow—” Albedo exhales, and through squinted eyes of your own, you see one of his twitch in his struggle to adjust “— it feels much hotter i-inside you…” Despite your best effort not to, you laugh, your free hand rising quickly to try and cover it up, but it flies loose; somehow, Albedo finds himself displeased with your reaction. “______…”

“I-I’m sorry, I-I just wasn’t expecting that kind of answer, though maybe I should have…” You reach up to hold his face in your hand. “But you’re okay? You aren’t hurt at all, right? I know it’s a little… t-tight.”

“All the more reason why if either of us should be more in pain, it’s you,” he tries to reason, but you shake your head.

“I just… needed a moment to get used to you,” you tell him in earnest, “and I think laughing helped. You’re bigger than your fingers, after all.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he immediately says.

“It’s only n-natural that it would hurt a little— d-don’t worry, okay?” He nods, albeit reservedly. “C… Can you try moving now?”

“If you’re sure?” And you nod back, your hand still wrapped around his arm providing a squeeze of encouragement.

“Please.” With a nod, he gently forces his hips from yours before thrusting back into you. Your grip on his forearm falters, dropping in favour of holding his wrists, instead.

While he knows a human’s autonomic functions obviously accounted for it, Albedo still found it amazing how easily you’d seemed to swallow him back up. Maybe it had been your laughter— you just needed a moment to loosen up, and not just physically. Despite everything that had already happened, you’d still been in disbelief that it did happen in the first place, and with Mondstadt’s chief alchemist; your dear friend.

Your own hips shift, your joints twisting to give rise for your thighs to press against Albedo’s sides. Albedo groans softly, soft hands moving to curl his arms around them and pulling you even tighter against his pelvis. You jolt, a strange sensation suddenly blossoming where his cockhead presses upwards— you just knew that curve of his would mean some kind of trouble for you.

“… oh?” Looking away from his strained expression, you find him focused on your lower abdomen, where he decidedly places his hands over. He presses down around it, your soft flesh pooling beneath his thin fingers.

The smallest of gasps escapes him when he readjusts his stance to the edge of his mattress to push back into you, only for the imprint of his cock to, once again, reappear beneath your skin. He pauses to look to you, and though you look unharmed, you’ve bitten down so intently on your knuckles, your nose scrunched and eyebrows bunched toward each other, in an attempt to suppress the sounds threatening to leak from you.

“______,” Albedo calls. When your only reply is a weary glance and an overwhelmed huff, he leans over you, his hands taking yours from over your mouth to pin them at either side of your head against the mattress. But the movement hilts him deeper inside you, tearing a whine from your throat and sending a shiver through your body. “… are you alright?”

“I-I—” Albedo rolls his hips ever so slightly. “’m f-fine… It… jus’ feels… hngh… g-good.”

“I’m glad,” he pants, shoving his fingers between yours and pressing them further into the duvet. “I was worried you were in pain.” Drawing his hips back, he slowly drives back in, lips parted and jaw hung when the immense sensation of your engulfing warmth overtakes him.

“N-no pain,” you promise, giving his hands a light squeeze each and him, a curdling smile. “Y-You can… m-move faster, Albedo...”

“If you’re sure, then,” he murmurs.

He drops onto his elbows, hands still claiming yours and his lips only inches away from each other— it doesn’t take him long to decide to claim them, either, pressing into you and prying your willing mouth open with his tongue. You don’t try to contain the moan he bullies out of you when he begins sucking at your tongue, in the same moment he draws back once more and thrusts into you as if sheathing his sword. Your body tenses, eyes flying open when you feel the head of his cock reach the deepest part of you—oh, this part hurts, you think, squeezing his hands just a little harder, and once more, he stops, turquoise eyes joining yours in a panic.

“That hurt this time, didn’t it,” he says, eyebrows turned down in concern.

You nod a little, and take a deep breath in an attempt to slow down your pounding heart. “Y-Yes,” you say. “You just went a l-little too deep…”

“I’m sorry,” he immediately says. He lowers his head to rest his cheek against yours, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear when he kisses the side of your head, “I won’t make that mistake again.”

You whimper in response, and nod probably more times than you’d meant to. It takes a moment for the initial shock and discomfort to fade, but then you’re nodding again, this time, in encouragement. Albedo takes your words into account, supposing that he just might’ve underestimated his own length in contrast with your depth… He’s hesitant to move again, though he knows it comes down to the amount of self-restraint he can muster, wanting nothing more than to continue with you.

Albedo startles when you take matters into your own hands and roll your hips up, slowly sliding yourself up and down his length with your features still verily pinched, though certainly, they’re steadily masked by that same pleasure you’d mentioned feeling earlier; no longer a stranger to the sensation himself, he dares to thrust his hips once more, a little more controlled, yet with his expected inexperience; jerkish.

It doesn’t hurt you anymore, you realize when one of his strokes manages to pull a shaky moan out of you. No longer are your breaths coated with your discomfort; Albedo finally found a rhythm that kept him steady and you, painless— one that only draws out more and more of your whines and whimpers and his heavy breaths to be pressed into each other’s skin; one that has your arms wrapped around each other like vices while he continues rutting into you, your fingers digging into the flesh over his shoulder blades to ground yourself atop the creaking bed—

“Can… can we move?” Albedo suddenly asks in separate, laboured breaths, his arms uncurling from around you.

“M… ove?” you repeat, your head too occupied by him to register what he means— “We’re… already moving,” you jokingly manage to conjure. But you relent. “… ’kay.”

Huffing, Albedo slides his arms beneath your shoulders and sits you upright over his thighs. The non-exhausted part of you is startled when he rises onto his knees to crawl closer to the wall the length of the bed touches, finally sitting back down with his back now leaning against it. Still having been connected with you when he unfolds his legs to shove them beneath your ass in the other direction, the jostling finally tears a long groan out from you when he manages to nudge something especially sensitive within you. Albedo sighs deeply, his hands coming to rest at your hips to ground himself when you clench around him.

“Hold onto me, ______,” he instructs, giving you a gentle squeeze. Your limp arms give rise to wrap around Albedo’s shoulders, holding him tighter to you and burying your face into the crook of his neck. You press your lips against his porcelain skin, leaving slight nips behind until you feel him shiver, and his hands drop under you to lift you off the mattress.

A strangled cry spews up from your throat when he sheathes himself into you again, burrowing itself beneath Albedo’s ear and strangely sending a shiver down his spine— he’s already said it before, but he tells you once more just how beautiful you sound when you peak; tells you how good it feels when you squeeze and keep him trapped inside of you.

Golden strands slip through each of your trembling fingers when you run them through his loose hair, having untied the band around it, and Albedo groans almost appreciatively from the sensation of them skimming across his scalp. Your balance in your knees is barely there, and your thighs are just strong enough to remain lifted off Albedo’s lap while he bucks up into you, but you’re gasping, the world suddenly turned on its axis when he spins you back onto the mattress, empty.

Dizzied, you look to him, meet his half-lidded, glossed over turquoise gaze, and swallow thickly when he hovers over you, his tip carelessly twitching against your pelvis. Is he… trying to hold himself back? you wonder, watching his lower lip become bullied by his upper teeth biting into them. With hot, trembling fingers, you guide him back inside you before reaching up between his arms and cradling his face in your hands, pulling him down to meet your lips. You swallow his heavy breaths until they turn into moans, hips driving into you, unrelenting, and only then do you part from him.

“P… please,” you beg, thumbs sweeping across his warm cheeks. “Please don’t hold back from me.”

“… b-but you… you’ve gotten so… so t-tight—” he chokes on his words. “… s-something… something is — hahh… I-I don’t wan… want to finish so… fast…!”

A sudden tension twists through your gut like a fire had been ignited there; you stretch your arm out across the messy sheets, small gasps escaping you with each of his thrusts, reaching for any semblance of stability along the thick duvet of his bed. His movement is fast, a hand suddenly darting out to pin your hand down before you.

“I-It’s okay,” you call out, your voice turning an octave higher than normal when he anchors himself deeper into you with a single, sharp thrust. “… I-I’m there, t-too!” You pant through gritted teeth, sucking in little air as you try to orient yourself— “I wanna hear you, ‘bedo,” you gasp out at him, “you sound so… beautiful…! I wanna hear you when you… c-come…! haah…!!”

He gasps again when you’ve suddenly tightened around him, his erratic pistoning into your wet cunt slowed by your own incoming high.

“Really?” he bites out, brows furrowed in concentration. Your nods are frantic, your hips rising to meet his with each of his thrusts, hips battering into yours almost painfully. “T-Together, then?” he groans, and allows you to further wind yourself around him, arms curling around his back, legs hooking around his waist, cunt fluttering and pulsating almost cruelly until the tears of pleasure formed along your eyelids finally spill over and roll down your cheeks when you finally peak.

“I’m… c-coming… hngh!!”

“C-Coming!” Albedo cries out through his teeth and into your shoulder, fingers forcing yours deeper into the blanket, hips stuttering sharply into yours for a last time as euphoria claims him. “______!” He finally goes still, relishing in the relief the snapping coil in his gut brings him when he spills inside you. You wince through your own gracious release, the head of his pulsating dick rutting lightly against your cervix with each of his tremors and jerks— Archons, it’s so h-hot! you mentally whine, eyes squeezed shut and arms wrapped tight around his back, holding him ever closer to you.

He had never experienced such a strong release of emotion as intense as he just did. It’s startling to him, maddening, that he’d never bothered to seek out such a feeling after that first time all those years ago— but now that he’s gone ahead and done such a thing with you? It stopped being an experiment to him long ago.

“______, I…” Albedo pants against your fast-rising chest, your heart beating too quickly for your own breathing to keep up, and presses his lips to it. “That felt wonderful…” Your arms, weighty from your exhaustion, slip from behind him until your elbows hit the mattress beneath you, only the tips of your trembling fingers deigning to remain behind to drag across his ribcage.

Delirious and still swimming in what pleasure remained from your shared release, you give a jerky nod of agreement, and turn your head ever so slightly to him to press your own lips against his hairline. The softest of laughs hits his ears, a sound that might’ve gone unheard under the howling winds outside the laboratory, but the existence of the five senses and your presence meant his hypersensitivity exists only for you right now— it’s loud and clear enough and he relishes in the fact that he’d been the first to hear it in such a circumstance.

A small part of him can’t help but wonder what Gold would say if she saw him neglecting her final task; if she saw him laying here with you. “Show me the truth and the meaning of this world”— he’d yet to even create a footing deep enough in preparation for the assignment. Simple hypotheses existed tucked between leather bindings and were only disturbed on relevant occasions. Should another note be added inside those bindings after today? His chin tilts your way as he ponders this, cheek smushed against your bicep while you struggle to catch your breath.

“… ‘bedo…” Pulling himself onto his forearms, he watches your throat bob when you swallow in your contemplation. “… in keeping this experiment honest, I… I think I need to tell you that… it’s going to be hard for me to call this… just that. An “experiment”.”

He hums, a wordless urging for you to keep speaking. For a moment, your eyes keep on searching the ceiling above you, half-lidded but bright, trying to pick your next words out carefully.

“I… I think I’ve tried not to acknowledge it all this time… and those women today got me to thinking about much more than whether or not you’re… fertile. Our relationship as coworkers, as friends— have they been the only kinds, all this time? I’m well aware that me cooking and baking for you and my doting on you whenever you’re in the city has far extended past my duties as the Knights of Favonius’s Records Keeper. And, at least in my eyes, it tiptoed the line keeping me from seeing you as just my friend. I just didn’t wish to acknowledge it.”

“… may I ask why?” he murmurs.

“Either… it was because I knew I’d be embarrassed if my feelings and emotions for you weren’t able to be reciprocated. That it would likely change our dynamic. I wasn’t prepared… to experience that distance from you if that was the result.”

Albedo agrees wordlessly, when his gaze falls from yours.

How should he even begin to articulate what his thoughts and logic are telling him to say to you? Through all his years awake and existing in Teyvat, he’s never had to bother with or confront his emotions— other than pure investigative curiosity or wholesome fascination, before coming to Mondstadt, he never experienced the warmth that those who would grow close to him would feel. The love and appreciation from Klee for taking care of her as her “big brother”; the camaraderie shared by Kaeya and the other Knights he’s associated with; even the admittedly strange kinship he once shared with Gold before abandoning him to his own devices— and then, despite swearing himself to his reclusiveness to Dragonspine, his visits to his Mondstadt laboratory would have him encounter you.

In being as work oriented as you are, you still often found yourself frequenting his laboratory to deliver field reports from those same Knights, and in knowing his more reserved nature, you respected it, discreetly leaving small gifts of thanks on behalf of yourself and the others; treats, should he “fancy a snack break?”; offering to run errands for him and his assistants in your downtime— if not for you making the decision to appear before him, he likely wouldn’t have bothered to ever make conversation with you. Most of his other relationships within the Knights of Favonius had always been strictly work ones, which he had been satisfied with.

The two of you hadn’t bothered to separate, in all definitions of the word, keeping his seed plugged inside of you with his flaccid cock. Holding onto you, he rolls, pulling the bedding up from under him to pull over you— he’d seen you had begun to shiver. Seeing the appreciative smile you’d put on for such a simple gesture that needed no thanks, Albedo finds he’s thanking himself for not deciding to keep his distance, after all.

“Maybe in the beginning, this would’ve been the case,” he admits. You nod, as if you were expecting this response. “In the months you first imposed yourself in my life, I had been content on holding the same distance I did as with the others, with you. You made it… complicated, I’ll say, to want to hold that distance any longer when you made it quite easy to be around you.”

“I-I knew it sometimes made you uncomfortable to have to be around a lot of people at once,” you murmur, turning onto your right to see him. “I offered to Grand Master Jean to liaison for you and your team while you were all within headquarters and if I wasn’t busy… though, it was really so I could see you more… even if it’d been from a distance…”

The corner of Albedo’s mouth twitches. “I still have that first gift of yours.”

A bashful grin slowly replaces your attempt at a poker face. “I’d hung that painting you gave to me in return above my bed, you know. It… sounds very silly to say out loud, but… when I found myself missing you, I put it there in the hopes that I’d see you in my dreams during the times you were away.”

“It’s illogical, but no. It’s a… sweet gesture. Not silly at all.”

Your cheeks instantly grow warm. “I’m… relieved to hear you say that.”

It takes a while for you to warm yourself up again — as if sensing your sensitive state, Dragonspine saw to it to up the ante on the blizzard — before the two of you can clean yourselves up.

To say the process isn’t as embarrassing as everything else that had transpired would be a lie; feeling and seeing Albedo’s cum drip out of you — and onto a damned sample dish, by his request — had been mortifying. What you hadn’t expected, however, was that after he’d collected his sample, he’d sat you down on the edge of the mattress once more, rags and a newly warmed basin of water at his side to tend to you. And while he did, to distract yourself, you’d found your eyes stuck over on his incomplete painting and the supplies littered on the small table next to its easel.

Now, as the two of you lie facing the ceiling of the cliffside laboratory, you suddenly giggle, prompting Albedo to turn toward you.

“What is it?” he asks, breathlessness evident at the tail end of his words.

“It’s just… the water in your painting glass,” you say. “It still isn’t frozen, and here I am, carefully turning into a block of ice.”

A small chuckle escapes him, too. “Slime Condensate and Mist Flower Corolla extract. The condensate is viscous enough that the extract won’t freeze it completely. Because it tiptoes the line of a solid and a liquid, it won’t cross the threshold, even if I were to take it out into the harsh weather of this mountain.”

You hum in thought. “Is it… edible?”

“If the recipe was tweaked, I’m sure it could be. Why?”

“It could be patented and made for the adventurers that try to come up here. Their drinking water freezes, and they can’t eat the snow or it’ll change their internal temperature— if it could stay a singular temperature while they’re up here, it might make them last a little longer.”

Albedo’s gaze goes toward the glass. One of the two brushes sitting inside shifts from the stiff breeze that blows into the cave, clattering against the rim. He lets out a hum of his own, before looking back to you, eyes seemingly glittering.

“Want to run another experiment?”

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

#at the time this was originally posted i thought 'wouldn't it just be cruel to leave it with an open ending?'#to those who have ALREADY read this-- you already know this--#but there will be a part two and a potential part three! so don't worry.#albedo smut #albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo x yn #albedo x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo genshin impact #albedo kreideprinz #albedo fluff #✦ nc vb.#✦ fool's experiment

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SS would ABSOLUTELY bottom for them.

In my headcanon and AU I got with a friend him and KO switch occasionally but I can clearly see him needing to be the bottom.

He needs to know he is in control and having the role as a bottom gives him that.

Also KO being a reformatted Seerker?! Yes please! I havent thought about that at all!!

He would know where to Touch SS wings and tell BD about it in secret to catch Starscream off guard when he is in the medibay.

BD is such a softy, I can see him be absolutely thrilled about the idea of having two Husbands to pamper, after all that big guy has the Spark to do so!

He may die in the Show but for ever will live on in our heart and AUs <3

I also love to think about ways SS passt KO and BD back. Be it small Gifts or small public displays of affection like thanking them silently, showing a smile, almost unnoticeable touches to the servos, shoulder or hip since SS does not want to show any sign of weakness.

I haven't read the novels yet but I am very interested in reading them. Especially since I miss TC and SW

Oh I can totally see SS's primary love language being gift giving! He can't ever do it directly though, or if he does, it's slapping it in KO or BD's servo and then carrying on. BD gets energon goodies and rust sticks, small tasty luxuries that are hard to find or make during the war. Ironically KO is easier to get gifts for because they're things that SS actually would like himself. Waxes and touch up paint, sometimes pretty glitter metal fleck paint or even UV paint that might have been used on Vos. KO and SS basically preening each other is essentially foreplay to a Seeker so they both pick up on that right away, but SS wimps out and escapes before it turns into anything deeper lmao

Please picture SS making an embarrassing emergency escape from the infirmary. He's more cleaned up and pretty all properly buffed out and waxed than he's been in millennia, but also so MORTIFIED and more painfully aroused than he's been in just enough time. I don't know if it's funnier if he DOESN'T know KO was a seeker, or funnier that he DOES know but he's that deep in denial that he just thinks he was being overly friendly.

Tiny, tiny shows of affection go a huge ways for SS too, and that's actually the one that gets Breakdown to realize "oh, holy slag, Screamer likes me too" because he doesn't pick up on the wing gestures and body language that KO can.

I suppose I should tag Spoilers for the TF Aligned Novels here so I'll put the rest of this under a cut. I'll also develop how I see this affecting Starscream below here too.

TC and SW meet an unfortunate end up the novels. If memory serves I think SW was eaten by a Sharkticon but I don't remember what exactly happened to TC. I remember though that it was SS's fault largely because he'd gotten in a sort of one sided pissing contest with SW because SW had started catching Megatron's attention more than him. So, SS had tried to sabotage him during a mission which ended up costing him his life.

I interpret this as younger SS once being far more impulsive and currently living with a lot of guilt over it that he honestly just can't bring himself to put to the forefront of his mind. He got his trine killed because of petty reasons, and YES that makes him a horrible person. He can't deny that his misses them, but also he's been putting layer upon layer upon layer of blockades over top of the feeling because processing it NOW won't do him any favors.

Depending on your interpretation of trines and trinemates, this can be various levels of devastating for Starscream. Maybe trines are just allies to keep your aft out of trouble, just allies in arms. Or maybe trines are in a league of their own as a queer poly relationship that was supposed to have echoes of growth for everyone involved for the rest of their lives. Maybe Star got two random smucks killed, maybe he killed his soulmates.

That's not something you can just shrug off, no matter how hard you might try. We've seen Starscream do some ruthless things but he didn't start off that way. He became that person through choices he's made and the affect it's had on him.

#transformers #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #tfp starscream #transformers prime #transformers headcanon #Spoilers for tf aligned novels #kobdss

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kittycomrad · 5 months

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I get little to no traction when I don't add tags. tf, how am i supposed to ramble about my recent (physical) attraction towards my m*le neighbour who's probably unemployed

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tyunkus · 1 year

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HI KUMI

ur so cool i hope u know

i too also want to publish my writing but do not know how tf to operate tumblr so! LIKE HOW DO PPL MAKE MASTERLISTS IM FR GOINF CFAZY??? 🥺💞💖💕💗💝💓💘🙂🙂🙂🙂

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🙏🙏will forever be grateful i got bored and decided to just look through the txt smut tag which did u know!!! u were like the first fic that came up. it’s so cool

GOD RHIS MESSAGE IS LONG AS HELL like my bad ummm anyways this ask was actually supposed to be for a hard thought but i had too much to say to u like a crazy person so im gnna submit another ask like whoops 😁☝️

HELLO LOVELY this is the sweetest cutest nicest ask ever you deserve everything IM SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKE MY STUFF AHH! AND YEAH DUDE masterlists seem so time consuming n tiring god but i will have to do it eventually i fear.. M SO HAPPY THAT I COULD PROVIDE SEXY TYUN CONTENT FOR YOU HEHEHEHEH if you do end up writing PLEASEEEE let me know so i can follow u and we can be delusional together thank you smmm <333 and yes pls send ur hard thoughts hehe

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TEAM DIVA

Nanna Laslow Yuri Shez (M) Ingrid Azama Elincia Letizia Edelgard Merric

STAIRWAY TO STARDOM [ Aug 27-31 ]

Tag: #UnscriptedDiva2022

Your performances conclude. Nessie announces both teams arrivals back on stage, to the audience’s delight. You’re all welcomed back into the spotlight to deafening applause and cheers, fans screaming your names and declaring their love for you. But, of course, only one can move on to the next round...

(Some of you mages would do well to be wary right now. The heavy darkness from last night is back with a vengeance, thick and suffocating.)

“It was close, guys... real close. Blue team hit the round running, but do you think Red team was able to catch up?”

(Even the non-mages can tell something’s up. The dark energy in the air is oppressive now, and your surroundings start to become hazy, glitchy. The lights hitting them in strange ways, stationary things moving erratically within their designated positions. The crowd doesn’t notice. But Delancey and Julian do.)

“Tonight, our winner is... the Red Team!

Which means, Julian, that you’ll have to choose who can stay in your team... and who’s gotta go.”

The stage lights flicker before going dark. You can just make out Nessie’s horrified face as the crowd erupts in screams, and the ground falls out under you.

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Agarthans. Delancey blinks in the darkness, hands flat against the polished floor. What was that again?

“Are you alright?” Julian’s voice asks beside her. “The stage fell apart. The world fell apart. We’ve been torn from the pages of our story.”

“How did you know about that?” Memories flood back into Delancey’s mind. That’s right, the book... their protection against them. Agarthans.

They have a sliver of stage left to them. Delancey and Julian share the same shard, standing back to back as they descend further into the unknown. Julian speaks first, “We’re done for. This book’s been torn to pieces. We’ll be...”

“No we’re not,” Delancey insists. “Think, dumbass! This is a peaceful world. Their magic has no place here. This book is supposed to be filled with light, and laughter, and song and dance and...” She trembles in passionate fury. “That’s what this world is made of. The joy and hope music can bring the human soul! If we lose that hope, of course everything’s going to fall apart.

“There’s only one thing we can do...”

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In the darkness, you hear music in the distance. Bold electric guitars and keyboards start to play one last song.

Your surroundings begin to fall in reverse, as though rewinding itself to where it had been before. Not quite, your world is still fractured and showing the darkness through the cracks, but the pieces are coming together and you can see your friends on the other side. And Delancey and Julian singing their hearts out, in the face of a pale enemy dressed in glittering black robes...

“Finally, the hills are without eyes / They are tired of painting a dead man’s face red / With their own blood...”

Your audience had been stunned to silence. But with your team leaders taking the stage and setting a shining example, they return to their usual cheers. Thousands of small fuchsia lights brighten your dark surroundings like brilliant stars.

The microphones in your hands become your trusted weapons. Magic flows through your veins again.

"Did you ever hear what I told you? Did you ever read what I wrote you? Did you ever listen to what we played? Did you ever let in what the world said? Did we get this far just to feel your hate? Did we play to become only pawns in the game? How blind can you be, don't you see? You chose the long road but we'll be waiting...!”

Things to do:

Fight to ascend the Stairway to Stardom!

Jam tf out to Nightwish’s Bye Bye Beautiful while you wait for the combat doc, which will be finished & posted in the evening. Teams will be split into 2 (defaulted to A & B team settings).

Ask Mod Bren abt additional questions or information.

#UnscriptedDiva2022 #TOAUnscripted2022

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tencolorpen · 2 years

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m so tired proshippers get out of main wordgirl tags it isnt even that much to ask. you know how many kids are in the fandom. growing up in my fandoms i wasnt exposed to nsfw or anything cause people had the decency to keep it out of main tags. undertail and stephen galaxy to name a few were LIFE SAVERS for me cause i just Did Not See most of the weird shit. course i saw it in google images but thats a separate beast entirely. i dont even care what you post anymore just keep it out of main tags. the people you are arguing with are mainly minors. chill tf out man. yall are adults arguing w 15 year olds over the internet. chill.

sad thing is i know you will not get out of main tags cause u only want to make people who dont wanna see it upset. its immature and childish, and ur supposed to be adults.

#wordgirl fandom #rant

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ao3feed-todoroki · 2 years

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Movie Night

Movie Night by LilSpidey

“Touya, Tou, Dabs, c'mon pleaseeee, please, please.”

Touya rolls his eyes as his best friend clings to his back and tries his best to shake him off balance, “No Kei! How many times do I have to tell you that All Might and Eraser already said we can't?!”

Tenko glares irritably at them over the top of his Switch, “Can you two shut your traps, you're supposed to be training not flirting.”

Touya whips his head around to glare at the other white haired boy and Tenko shrinks in on himself at the withering glare he's receiving. Unfortunately, this is just the opening that Keigo is looking for as he flings all his weight forward and sends the both of them crashing to the floor. Touya groans in pain and shoves Keigo off his back, “Thanks a lot bird brain you crushed my thermometer again. All Might's gonna be pissed.” The last part comes out a little whiny and the other two boys snicker at his distress.

UA students Tenko, Keigo, and Touya decide to sneak out of training to go watch the latest Spider-Man movie.

Words: 1639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Dadzawa and Dadmight Universe

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Additional Tags: Mentioned Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe - High School, dadzawa and dadmight, Alternate Universe, the three got adopted by aizawa and all might before most trauma could occur, theyre attending UA to become heros, Sneaking Out, Slice of Life, Holding Hands, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Not a Villain, Childhood Friends, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Little Shit, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is an Eraserhead Fan, how tf is that not a tag hello

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39380064

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hotwings #♥#Touyahawks #Dabihawks #Hotwings #Tomura Shigaraki #Aizawa Shouta #🔥#🏮#🐦#⚣#R:G #A:Lil #Dadzawa #Dad Might

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sskk-ao3feed · 1 month

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Cruelly Limited World

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tn9aU3i by CheddarCat20 He didn't get what he wanted, as Atsushi looked over at him softly. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked quietly, desperately. His voice threatened to break more with each syllable. Akutagawa sighed. He'd rather not explain himself, but maybe Atsushi deserved at least that. "You've stolen into my affections," Akutagawa said softly, like it was supposed to explain. "What?" Atsushi asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I'm saying I'm fond of you." ——————————————— Akutagawa tries desperately to make Atsushi stop loving him, knowing his lung disease will be his end one day. Words: 1016, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Angst, sskk, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fluff and Angst, i have no clue how to tag this, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke Has Issues (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke Has Abandonment Issues (Bungou Stray Dogs), hes just messed up tbh, lung disease??, how tf do you tag this, Sweet Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tn9aU3i

#ao3feed sskk #akuatsu #fic rec

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ao3feed-hawks · 2 years

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Movie Night

Movie Night by LilSpidey

“Touya, Tou, Dabs, c'mon pleaseeee, please, please.”

Tenko glares irritably at them over the top of his Switch, “Can you two shut your traps, you're supposed to be training not flirting.”

UA students Tenko, Keigo, and Touya decide to sneak out of training to go watch the latest Spider-Man movie.

Words: 1639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Dadzawa and Dadmight Universe

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39380064

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hotwings #♥#Dabihawks #Hotwings #Tomura Shigaraki #Aizawa Shouta #⚣#R:G #A:Lil #Dadzawa #Dad Might

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stinkysam · 2 years

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Sam - Is it a good idea ? Depends.

Warning : mention of paranoia and anxiety, alcohol and drug mention, nsfw talk, public indecency

Genre : fluff (?)

Synopsis : "Random headcanons, no actual plot"

Reader : male (he/him)

After everything that's happened with Sarah, Sam is definitely more paranoid at times and can get really anxious so he will avoid reading too much into finding secret messages and conspiracy theories.

Don't get it twisted, he's still into it and even enjoys exchanging with you on the topic. He will just avoid talking about what happened months prior meeting you. He often thinks back about it, all the musics the songwriter mentioned, but stops himself from digging too much.

He has a tendency to get quickly engrossed by what's happening around him and to lose track of time, often forgetting to text you back. He's the type of person that takes hours to answer in the vaguest way possible.

The best way to talk to him is to directly go to him. He doesn't care that you knock at his door completely unannounced, he does the same. At some point you're practically living together.

He does try to get a job but really struggles to get back to it, though he really appreciates your patience and help. Even if it's just taking care of the elderly for a week or replacing someone for a few hours.

Some of your friends might have mixed feelings about him, especially if they're the serious and mature type.

He's a 30 years old man with a staring problem, no job, no money, no house, he lived under his neighbor's roof for months until your relationship started and you took him in.

"Are we sure that guy has not harassed him into dating him ?" Sam heard one of them say as a poor attempt at joking while he was only a few feet away. He said nothing, slowly walking away instead, glaring at them while sipping his beer.

He continued for a few minutes until your voice reached his ears, making his attention shift to you, sharing a quite animated discussion with some other people. He joined you, glad your closest friends weren't complete assholes.

You're here with all the consent and free will in the world. You're even the one grabbing him by the back of his neck to stop him from acting impulsively, keeping him in line. Or somewhere near at least.

He definitely appreciates that you're not just in to get drunk off your ass or completely stoned all day, but offering him actual stability as well.

Sam is a "actions speaks louder than words" type of guy. He does try to verbally share his emotions and feelings but sometimes it sounds quite odd and awkward. Luckily over time he finds communication easier, thanks to the emotional stability you started building together.

Despite having only dated women, Sam always had recurrent sparks of interest in men without ever acting on them. Maybe he found it easier to just focus on one gender and stick to what he already knew.

So you're definitely his first boyfriend and the first man to get in his pants but he adjusted pretty quickly.

He likes to give head and even thinks he's great at it. He's not. His jaw is often way too stiff and he always forgets about teeth. At least he looks pretty trying.

Sam does enjoy topping from time to time but he has a preference for bottoming, especially if you're a service top. He just likes being spoiled and even if he's not that loud in bed it can get him to be a little bit more vocal.

He definitely loves handjobs and is down for it almost anywhere anytime. He couldn't care less if it's in a park, a fitting room or in the toilets of a shitty restaurant, hell even in a fucking cemetery.

Though you had both learned to be more careful after you almost got arrested once. As hilarious as it was, he did not enjoy having to outrun a cop while holding his pants up and his raging boner did not help. At least your hysterical laugh was drowning the man's screams.

#male reader #m!reader #under the silver lake #sam #bro how tf am i supposed to tag that lmao #pspspspss anon come get your juice #🗿

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leszmart · 2 years

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manifesting

#2022 #happy 2022 #happy new year #digital art #animation #m ine #how tf am i supposed to tag these now #art #my art #ig #year of the tiger

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spaceymcspaceship · 4 years

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#yaz is god don't argue with me #doctor who #Thirteenth Doctor #yasmin khan #the master #i can't tag o that's a letter #how tf do you tag anything for this show #i'm putting actors bc how else r u supposed to find things #Jodie Whittaker #mandip gill #sacha dhawan #idk any of the official ships names #it's my sunday so y'all are getting text posts bc i don't want to mentally face the work week #13 #d!m #yaz #text post meme #mine

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dollslayer · 3 years

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The Stand-In

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Stood up by your date and stranded in one of the nicest restaurants in town, Bucky Barnes just can't let that stand.

Warnings: slight angst, smut, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), if I missed anything let me know!

W/C: 3,807

A/N: I wrote this for @simsadventures 6k mixed adventure challenge (Congrats!) w/ a restaurant setting and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice". If you like it please reblog and comment and tell me what you think! Cheers!

p.s. - Come check out my other fics or find me on AO3 (same name)!

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7 PM

Your best Jimmy Choos click gingerly as you walk up to the hostess stand at one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. He had made the reservation in your name, which you gave to the hostess. She takes a minute to consider you, cocking a brow as she silently clocks your ASOS cocktail dress. You looked chic enough that she could forgive you. Her moment wasn’t lost on you, this part of the Upper West Side was so stuffy so you put on your best.

Feeling slightly self-conscious about your attire you brushed the feeling off quickly. He would be here soon and he’d reassure you how beautiful you look. When you’d met for coffee he’d make you feel so sexy and confident with how sure of himself he was. So when he asked you to dinner at one of the most renowned places in the city and said he wanted to talk tonight you accepted immediately.

“Right this way” the hostess said and broke you out of your self-doubting stupor and guided you towards a some-what secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

“Here are some menus for you two, if you’d like anything to drink while you wait, your waiter should be here soon”, she sent you an artificial smile and turned on her heel back to the stand.

You picked up a menu and it left you reeling at the prices. You had half a mind to text him and see if he wanted to go somewhere else. Based off of the way he dresses and how he had tipped the barista on your first outing you thought better of it. He’d said he wanted to treat you, so you’ll let him.

7:15 PM

You decided to wait to order anything to drink until he got here, too afraid of the price tag attached to any bottle of wine on the menu.

You took a sip of your water and checked your texts for the second time since sitting down. Still nothing, you didn’t want to text him just yet, you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to seem overbearing. You knew he was a CFO and he’d be coming from the financial district when traffic was insane. You could forgive him. You take another sip of your water hoping it’ll wash all of your doubts away. Besides, it’s not like he’s late-late, he’s like, fashionably late, he’s working-man late.

7:30 PM

Okay, so he’s late-late, don’t panic. Sometimes things happen, he’s only human and this is only your second date.

Your waiter approaches the table again, eyebrows raised expectantly at you. The smug look on his face says he’s thinking what you’re too afraid to.

You order yourself a $25 martini. Your waiter promises to return and you finish off your water.

Time to craft the perfect text that says ‘Hey I’m here, where tf are you?’ without actually asking where the fuck he’s at. You tap away nervously on your phone.

‘Hey, I’ve got a table towards the back, closer to the end of the bar’ Perfect.

7:45 PM

You’re still sitting solo at the table, you feel the beginnings of humiliation creep into your features. You feel warm, your brows form a seemingly permanent crease of worry, and you are trying everything in your power to suppress the tears you felt building up.

You don’t make eye contact with your waiter when he stops by again, playing it off like you were sending a text. But you tell him you’ll be right back so that he doesn’t give up your table.

You walk quickly to the bathroom hoping no one will notice your trembling face. You feel just like a middle schooler that got dumped at the dance. You make it to a bathroom stool and dial your best friend, Wanda.

“Is everything okay? You’re supposed to be out with your mystery date aren’t you?” She had answered almost immediately.

You sniffled a bit and took a shaky inhale. “Y-yes, our reservation was for 7 and he put it in my name, I texted him once already but I don’t wanna seem too overbearing for a second date, y’know? But something feels off. I don’t know, maybe I’m being crazy.”

“You’re definitely not being crazy, it sounds fishy to me. If he doesn’t answer in five minutes I want you to leave and come straight over. I’ll have white Russians and Drag Race waiting for you” Wanda always knew just what to say, just how to make you feel. You were grateful for her.

You sighed into the receiver. “Thanks, babe, I’ll let you know what happens either way”. You hung up and grabbed some toilet paper to dab at the corners of your eyes. You knew you’d need an extra minute to compose yourself as you faced the truth.

He’s not coming, he’s not texting me back, he probably regretted setting the date which is why he put the reservation in my name, I won’t be hearing from him again. Just pay your tab, smile, and leave. You got this.

7:52 PM

Checking your appearance in the mirror one last time you let out a final sigh and push open the door back to the dining room. Your walk to your table begins to slow when you notice someone is sitting at your table. A rather tall, unfamiliar someone.

Did the waiter really give away the table? I’ve been gone all of 7 minutes! What do I even say to this stranger? Should I just grab my bag and go? Hopefully it’s still there.

Your final steps towards your seat are nervous and uneven. The man in the chair opposite yours must’ve heard you and he faces you. You’re struck with an unfamiliar but extremely handsome face. The look of surprise must be tangible because he laughs and slight wrinkles form at the edges of his eyes. Who the fuck is this guy? Well he hasn’t stolen my purse so there’s that.

“I-” You lean over to grab your purse when you’re cut off mid-apology.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, you know how it is at work. Sit down, I ordered a bottle of wine for the table”. The man said.

You sat down slowly and felt so stiff and uncomfortable in the chair. Were you being pranked? Was this part of some very elaborate joke? Before you could ask any of those questions the man reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice” He said as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You were slightly stunned by his boldness. You complied, if only out of shock and hoped he’d explain himself a little better or let you go in time for you to make an exit.

He leaned in closer to you, to anyone else it would’ve looked like an intimate moment during any normal date. He looked you in the eyes while he kept hold of your hand and you realized how warm he was, how clear his eyes were. You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to play it cool.

“I’ve been at the bar for a while now, it seems like whichever idiot decided to stand you up made a grave mistake.” Your brows pinched together and he continued, “I was with a friend talking business but he left and you look like you needed to be saved from the incident so here I am. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

You were unsure what to do with the information just given to you. Yes, it would’ve been embarrassing to pay your tab and leave alone after sitting there for almost an entire hour by yourself, but it was also embarrassing that this man had noticed and you certainly didn’t need anyone looking at you like some damsel in distress.

You caught yourself from scoffing completely and schooled your features. “I… appreciate that you’d do that for me but I don’t want anyone’s sympathy, especially not a date.” You tried to pull away when his hand gently squeezed yours.

“Please- I- I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m doing this out of pity. Whatever happened here is unfortunate, yes. But you’re also very beautiful and you’re here by yourself so why not ‘shoot my shot’ as I believe the kids are saying these days? Think of me like a stand-in for the other guy, but y’know, better” he replied playfully.

A very brief moment of contemplation was solidified by your lack of notifications on your phone. Why not? He’s good looking and he’s doing you a favor.

You had to at least afford a small chuckle at that. “So ‘Bucky’, huh? Well I don’t have any cool nicknames but you can call me by my first name.” You gave it to him and he repeated it back to you, a wry smile on his face.

8:05 PM

Still no texts from him but you did text Wanda to tell her everything worked out and there’d be details to come. She’d go into full on mama bear mode if you hadn’t updated her.

“So, Bucky, what do you do? Do you live here in Manhattan?” You asked before taking a sip of your wine (which you didn’t dare check the price of per bottle).

“Brooklyn, actually, but a lot of my business is here. Have you heard of Buchannan hospitality?” He asked.

Your brain snagged itself on that name. That sounds familiar? Where have I seen that? Oh wait! Didn’t you see him in the Forbes ‘30 under 30’ list last year?

You’d meant to answer him but unfortunately all that came out was a confused “Forbes?” at which he laughed a little bit and nodded.

“Yeah you might’ve seen me there. I own some hotels and lounges around Manhattan and Brooklyn. What do you do?” He had brushed off his accolades so quickly, wanting instead to know about you, this random girl that had been stood up.

Shit, your mid-level marketing job doesn’t stand up to this in the least. You took a sip of the wine and answered him, explaining you were second in command of your small company’s marketing department.

He seemed genuinely intrigued and you two ended up talking business and swapping office and university disaster stories until the main course arrived. You dug into your meal, savoring the taste and relishing in the unusual turn of events.

8:47 PM

The plates have been cleared away and the wine glasses refilled. Bucky was proving to be great company and as oddly as it started you were grateful to be sitting here with him. You’d nearly forgotten about your would-be date and decided to check your phone one last time.

You had 11 unread texts, 10 of them from Wanda wanting a play-by-play and one of them from the man that had stood you up. You opened it and sighed. ‘Can’t make it tonight, baby, promise to make it up to you soon’.

You scoffed to yourself. He’s not gonna say where he’s been? Or even say sorry? Douche.

You put your phone away and looked back up to Bucky who was eyeing you with playful curiosity.

“Lemme guess, that was the guy who was supposed to be seeing you’s sorry ass excuse followed by a flimsy apology” He said as he drank from his water glass.

“You’re 1 for 3. It was him but he didn’t apologize or try to explain himself. Should’ve known when he put the reservation under my name and not his that something might be up and when he wasn’t there on time.” You said more to yourself than to Bucky.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

“His name’s Brock Rumlow,” Bucky’s expression changed just slightly at this. “I think he works at some firm in the financial district. We only ever went out the once before this so I don’t really remember.” You explained. “What? What’s that look for? Please don’t tell me you know him”.

“Sorry to say that I do. Sorry to say I know his wife too” He said a little more quietly.

You felt humiliated all over again, the same feelings that you experienced in this very seat not an hour ago still had you by the gills it would seem.

Bucky reached for your hand again, running the pads of his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles in an attempt to calm you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but you definitely ought to know that Rumlow is no one that deserves your time” Bucky said in earnest.

His words were nice but you’d need some time to get over this embarrassment on your own. In the meantime, you really were enjoying Bucky’s company so you decided to let it distract you.

Bucky flagged down a waiter, signaling him to bring the check. He took one glance at it and set his card inside. As you reached for the bill with your own card in hand he gave it to the waiter before you could even get a peek. He was so nonchalant when he looked at you.

“Don’t even think about it. So tell me, is the night over or are you game to spend a little more time on me?” He asked. This is the second time he’d been dominant but kind in one breath. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt but you didn’t dislike it.

If you went home you’d just be wallowing in your own self pity, or you’d go to Wanda’s and do it but if you go with Bucky you could delay that feeling for a bit longer. Out with a stranger it is.

“Where to?” You asked him.

9:59 PM

A private booth on the top floor of what he said was one of his favorite lounges turned out to be where to. You were relieved to find there was no dancing, as you had two left feet and half a bottle of wine by now. When you got to the booth you stuck with water, knowing you’d need to get yourself home.

Bucky had insisted on one glass of champagne ‘to chance encounters’ he’d said. You agreed but just one. You found yourself closer to him while you talked, your knees touched and his hand found its way to your leg. It didn’t dare to move higher up, just staying there like a comforting weight almost while you conversed.

You were rambling on about the time you and your cousin took your dad’s car for a joyride when you were 14. You were laughing the whole thing off when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you. You had worried for a moment that you’d bored him when you saw the soft yet intense look in his eye and tilted your head with curiosity.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that right?” He didn’t let you answer as he shifted closer. “I’d like to kiss you, is that alright with you?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by the abruptness of his question. Suddenly shy, all you could do was give a small nod and bite your lip in anticipation. His full lips were soft and almost as warm as his hands, which were holding you in an embrace. One of your hands had made their way to his hair and one on the outside of his lower thigh. You sighed as you kissed him back.

It was soft but insistent, things became a little more passionate as you swiped your tongue into his mouth and you both let out a small moan. You didn’t want to stop kissing Bucky, it just felt right.

He finally broke the kiss as one of his hands still rested at the nape of your neck. You were breathless, this man had kissed the daylights out of you. If he could do that with his tongue imagine what else he could do with it. You were both panting softly, sorting through what to make of things and where to go from here.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna keep doing that, but this might not be the best place for it. You can say no if you want to, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I’d love to take you home and treat you right” He said with unwavering eye contact.

Well how on Earth could I say no to that even if I wanted to? Wait doesn’t he live in Brooklyn?

“Let’s go back to mine, probably closer” You said. He nodded in agreement and sent a text to his driver to come pick you both up.

10:40 PM

You did indeed find out what else that tongue of his could do, you were finding out right now. He had made you cum once from his tongue alone already but he added to thick fingers and started pumping them into you, making a scissoring motion that hit you just right. You arched your back and pushed his face in deeper as you cried out, signaling your second orgasm.

Completely drunk in the afterglow of it, you wanted to keep this feeling forever. You wanted to show him what you could do too. You got up albeit with a little shakiness and hovered over him. You kissed his neck and slid your hand down to meet his groin. He was still in his briefs and you pulled the elastic band down with ease.

His cock sprang free and you had to hide the slight surprise you felt looking at the sheer size of him. You were always told you were good in bed so time to really put yourself to the test. You kissed your way down to his pelvis and your hand started working him. Staring back up at him you maintained eye contact while you kissed the dab of pre-cum that pooled at the head of his dick.

He shuddered but you kept staring at him, and in what you have to say was a pretty proud moment for you, you held his gaze while you took him slowly and in one go. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him in the back of your throat.

“Shit, oh my god. Are you gonna…?” He was lost for words so you decided to answer him by getting to work. You started slowly, up and down, letting yourself get used to his size and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay relaxed.

His moans were growing louder and his breathing heavier, you knew he was close and you were wondering if he was going to let you finish him. You got your answer when he pulled you off of him by the hair.

“As bad as I want you to finish what you started, I wanna feel you first.” He panted.

“So what’s stopping you?” You asked playfully. A small shriek escaped you as he flipped you under him. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust in slowly. You could tell he was using a lot of restraint but that was quickly forgotten as you remembered how big he was. You suddenly appreciated the slow pace.

As he became fully sheathed inside of you you let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by his lips on yours. A few more small thrusts and he was nearly fucking your cervix. You felt unbelievably full.

“Had no idea how talented that mouth was of yours, doll. Trying to make me cum without getting to fuck you though? Now that’s just cruel. I think you need to pay for that, don’t you?” He asked playfully as his thrusts became a little harder and forceful.

You could only nod and moan as he picked up his pace. Your hands clung to his shoulders for dear life and you whimpered and keened while he railed you into your mattress. Finally getting used to the feeling you reached down to play with your clit.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked in between grunts.

Your eyes rounded and you shook your head.

“I wanna be the one to touch you. Make you cum. Only me.” He forced out as he replaced your fingers with his. He made tight, quick circles around your clit but didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“Your pussy’s making it fuckin’ impossible for me to hold out any longer, need you to cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my fuckin’ dick.” His words sent you right over the edge and you did as you were asked.

Not two seconds later he cried out and emptied himself inside of you, sending a few final pushes into you before taking himself out and dropping down on his side.

You leaned over and kissed him with what little breath you two had left. Your sweat mixed together but you didn’t mind.

His hands provided that comforting weight as he brought one to your shoulder and the other to your hip. He kissed the tip of your nose and watched you begin to drift off to sleep. He could probably use the rest himself and decided to close his eyes for a bit.

9:30 AM

You woke up in a half empty bed, but before you could let yourself be too disappointed you heard the sound of your shower turning off. You padded down to the bathroom and opened the door to find Bucky toweling off. He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Good mornin’, I would’ve asked you to join me but you looked so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you.” He explained. “If you’re not sick of me, do you maybe wanna grab some breakfast?”

You shook your head and reached past him to turn the shower back on.

“No way. I make the best pancakes and as a thank you for everything last night, I insist on making some for you.” You smiled up at him, hopeful he’d agree.

“Well I hope you know what you’re up against, I’m a very insatiable man.” He joked back.

You hit him with a washcloth and laughed. “Oh believe me I know. Gimme 15 and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him. You let your mind wander back to last night as you washed off the sweat that lingered from the night before.

10:15 AM

You set down two plates stacked mile-high with pancakes and bacon. You held your coffee mug up to his and clinked against it.

“To chance encounters” You said with a smile.

#bucky barnes x reader #CEO!Bucky Barnes #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #modern AU #marvel fic #marvel x reader #fluff #little bit of angst

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cupajoscafe · 3 years

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Proposal | Shikamaru Nara x OC

WOAH HOLY BALLS MY FIRST FIC THAT I'M POSTING HERE WHAT THE FUCK????

So as you all know I've been back on my Naruto bullshit and after some thirsting with friends over discord I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing some more smut!! This is like,,,,the second ever serious smut fic I've ever written so PLEASE go easy on me if it's not good 😭 This is pure self indulgence because I am a filthy sinner. Don't come yelling at me in my inbox because you "cant imagine yourself" in my OCs place. i wrote this fic because i love my ship and if you wanna bitch and moan then gestures vaguely at unfollow/block buttons.

Overall, I'm really happy with how this fic turned out, and I even drew a banner for it!! If you'd like to see the full version, you can check it out on my Twitter! ANYWAYS I'LL SHUT UP NOW AND GET ON WITH IT I REALLY HOPE YALL LIKE THIS 💜💜💜

Pairing: Shikamaru x OC, Naruto x Hinata mentioned for plot

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Pre-established relationship, porn with (minimal) plot, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, jutsu play (shadow bondage), orgasm denial if you squint really hard, Shikamaru is a little bit of an ass while he's horny. No editing, we die like women. If I miss any please let me know!!

Summary: After a heated argument about marriage that resulted in Shikamaru being kicked out of the house, he heads off on a dangerous mission that could end his life. After realizing how awful she'd been to her boyfriend, Yuuna Misaki waits anxiously at the gates of the Hidden Leaf for her partner to return. When he does, he shows her how much he missed her while he was away.

Shoutout: Thank you @simply-trash5 for being the first to read this and hyping me tf up!!! Also tagging @patchworkpuzzle because Patchy is a darling sweetheart and has been nothing but supportive for me through every social media imagineable, always commenting lovely things on my Patreon stuff 🥺🥺💜💜 Also tagging her because she asked me to HAHAHAHAH

A week.

A whole week since she'd spoken to him.

A whole week since he left on that high risk mission with Naruto. There was a chance neither of them would come back. And the worst part? Their last interaction was an argument in which she kicked him out of the house. She didn't even see him off.

It had been a whole week that she'd been thinking about how awful she was to him.

He was scheduled to come back today, and she would be damned if she didn't wait for him at the gates. She didn't see him off, so the least she could do was be there when he got back. If he got back. Yuuna stood at the village gates and paced around, her heels clacking against the pavement as she bit her nails nervously. The sun was starting to set. She'd been there for an hour already and there was no sign of Shikamaru or Naruto and she was starting to worry. She stopped pacing and stared out into the clearing surrounding the gate, her brows knit together into a worried expression.

"Come on, babe," She uttered to herself, crossing her arms over her chest and drumming her fingers against her arm. She could feel her heart beating in her throat and she tried to swallow it down to suppress the rising panic as the minutes ticked by with no sign of her partner in sight. She turned on her heels over to Izumo and Kotetsu who were manning the gate. "Today, right? They're supposed to be back today?"

The two Jounin looked at each other and then back over to the brunette.

"That's what Lord Hokage told us." Kotetsu replied. "If everything goes according to plan, they should be back at some point today."

Yuuna sighed and turned back to the clearing outside, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "They better fuckin' show up."

Minutes passed and the sun was going down. An orange hue painted the sky and green eyes gazed up at the clouds that passed by, hoping, praying that she would get to see his face again and that the argument they had a week ago wouldn't be their last interaction. She could feel a tear sting at her eye and she tilted her head down to wipe away the salt water.

And then she saw them.

That familiar head of yellow hair and that signature black ponytail and her heart nearly pounded right out of her chest.

They were okay. He was okay.

She felt her eyes begin to water as she bounced on her toes, balling her hands into fists, waiting for him to get closer. As soon as their eyes locked, she bolted forward towards him with a whimper and almost tackled him to the ground in a hug.

"Shikamaru!!" She cried out, a sob ripping through her body as she held her lover tightly, too scared to let go. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him like a squid. He held her up and chuckled.

"Hey, I missed you too." Shikamaru responded, pressing his cheek against the side of her head and holding her closely as she sobbed into him.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I-I'm so sorry." She bawled, tightening her grip around his shoulders. "I-I shouldn't have said any of that stuff to you. I-If you're not ready to get married, then, th-that's okay!! I-I can wait. I-I shouldn't have tried to force it on you. God, I-I'm so fucking sorry!!"

"Hey, don't worry. I get where you were coming from." He kissed the side of her head and leaned into it again. "I mean, it's been almost five years since we started going out. I'm sure if I were you, I'd be expecting you to wanna get married to me, too."

"I just--" She started, pulling away from him and cupping his face in her hands. Emerald met mocha and the tears fell freely down her flushed cheeks. "I-I was s-so scared you weren't coming back a-and that I had f-fucked everything up and--"

"Hey, c'mon, you didn't fuck anything up." He reassured her softly with a slow shake of his head. "I'm here. I made it back alive. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

She sniffled and laughed a little, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. Her bottom lip trembled as she looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and chuckled. "God, how many times do I have to tell you it's fine?" He leaned forward and planted a kiss onto her quivering lips then pulled away with a smile. "You're a total pain in the ass."

Yuuna sniffled and laughed once more, then returned the smile back to him. She kissed him softly and slowly, then pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, babe," He whispered, then gave her a few quick pecks on her lips. His expression shifted a little as if he'd just remembered something, and he pulled one hand from under her thighs to reach into his pouch on his back. "So, uh, I know before I left that I told you if I made it back here alive I'd propose to you."

Yuuna looked down at him and blinked, lips parted in an expression of surprise. Was he actually about to do what she thought he was going to do? She watched as his arm moved behind him, then pulled back when he brought his arm forward and revealed a small box.

"We were late getting back 'cause I wanted to find one I thought you'd like," He smiled up at her. She couldn't take her eyes off of the small box in front of her face. "But I made it back alive and I guess this is me proposing to you." A faint blush crept its way across his cheeks as he flicked the box open to reveal an engagement ring. Yuuna gawked down at the jewelry and blinked, then shifted to meet his eyes again. "So whaddya say? Wanna get married?"

She simply stared at him dead in the eyes for a few moments before letting out a shallow breath, followed by a string of giggles that devolved into full on excited laughter. She pulled him into a kiss and he smiled into it, wrapping his arm around her back and spinning her around before gently setting her down on the ground. She kissed him again, and again, and once more, until she finally pulled away to look into his captivating mocha gaze.

"Yes!! Yes, yes, yes!!" She cried out with giddiness, a smile pulling at her lips that stretched from ear to ear. Shikamaru chuckled at her and plucked the ring from the box, then took her left hand in his own.

"Good. It would have been a total drag if you had said no." He teased, then slid the ring onto her finger. He brought her hand up to his lips and brushed them lightly against her knuckles. "So I guess we're engaged then, huh?"

She giggled again and nodded her head, then stepped closer to close the space between their bodies. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. "I guess so."

Just then, there was a chuckle from off to the side. Naruto had been standing there the whole time watching the exchange take place, and his grin was as wide as Yuuna's.

"N-Naruto!!" She called out. "I totally forgot you were here, I'm so sorry!!" She ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad you made it back safe. Thank you for looking out for Shikamaru."

Naruto returned the hug and gave her a squeeze then released the embrace, letting his hands rest on her shoulders.

"Hey, it's no problem. I didn't wanna interrupt your guys' moment. Congrats, Yuuna!!" He beamed, shifting to rest his hands on his hips. Shikamaru walked up beside her and the two men exchanged a smile. "I'm really happy for you guys."

The brunette looked up at her now fiancé and grinned. Shikamaru did the same, then they both turned back to look at the blond in front of them.

"Thanks, Naruto." He replied, holding Yuuna by the waist and pulling her close to him. "Now comes all the troublesome stuff like planning. It's gonna be a drag but I suppose it'll be worth it in the end."

"Speaking of weddings!!" Yuuna piped up. She bounced on her toes and placed her hands on Naruto's shoulders and grinned up at him. "You and Hinata are getting married in a few weeks aren't you?!"

The blond chuckled as a blush crept across his cheeks, and he scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, we are. I can't wait, I'm super excited!! You guys are coming, right?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for the world!!" Yuuna exclaimed, squeezing his shoulders. "We'll get you something nice to celebrate, don't you worry!!"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that!" He replied, looking down at the brunette in front of him. "Honestly, you and Shikamaru just showing up for the ceremony will be more than enough, ya know."

"Don't bother trying to argue with her." The Nara in question sighed. "Once she makes up her mind about something, it's over. She's just about as stubborn as you are."

"Well, if you really wanna get us something you can. But just know that you don't have to." Naruto chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. "Really. I swear it's okay."

She mimicked him and placed her own hands on her hips. "I told you we're gonna get you something nice, didn't I?"

"See? What did I tell you?" Shikamaru piped up with a sigh. "She's impossible."

The trio shared a laugh together. Shikamaru had taken note of the sudden lack of sunlight and he rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Ah, damn, it's getting late." He turned down to his partner and ran his hands down her arms. "I've gotta head to the Hokage's office to report back to him about the mission."

Yuuna pouted and sighed. She opened her mouth to respond but Naruto had piped up before she could.

"Hey, don't worry, Shikamaru. I can report back to Kakashi-sensei." He offered. The couple turned to look at him.

"You sure you don't mind?" Shikamaru pressed. Naruto simply shook his head.

"I got it. You two go and celebrate!" He grinned, gripping onto his friend's shoulder. "I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry about it, ya know."

The Nara sighed through his nose and smiled at the blond. "Well, alright. If you're offering. Thanks, Naruto."

Naruto smiled and nodded at his friends then turned to head off through the village gates to make the report. "I'll catch you guys later!!"

"Bye, Naruto!" Yuuna called after him with a wave. The couple watched as the head of blond hair disappeared into the distance. There was a moment before they turned back to face one another. Shikamaru took Yuuna's hand into his own and she looked up at him. He squeezed it lightly and leaned down to meet her lips. He pulled away after a moment and she chuckled. "I'm glad you're home safe. I missed you so much."

She shifted to pull him into a long embrace, holding him closely and basking in his presence. When they finally separated, he closed the space between their faces again with a kiss. It was soft and sweet, like he was scared if he kissed her too hard she might break. He lifted his hand up to cup her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. She smiled against his lips, pressing them harder against his.

Shikamaru's fingers twitched minutely and he ever so slightly tightened his grip against her cheek. He slid his other hand around the back of her waist to pull her body flush against his. Her cheeks flushed red and she could feel the heat from his body radiating against her and it left her a little breathless. Yuuna pulled back just enough to part her lips and he quickly took the chance to swoop in and brush his tongue over her lips, pushing it against her own. A quiet moan resonated in her throat and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, holding him closely as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together and it was enough to elicit another small moan from the brunette. His hand slithered down from her waist and he grabbed a palm full of her ass. She yelped and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their tongues.

"Sh-Shikamaru, we're in public!!" She scolded him quietly, moving her hands to rest against his chest. He smirked down at her and leaned forward, hovering his lips over her ear, running his hands up and down from her waist to her hips.

"Then why don't we head home so I can show you just how much I missed you?"

There was something almost primal in his voice. It was low and husky, full of desire. It sent a chill down her spine and a jolt straight in between her legs. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment and she drew out a breath. He ghosted his lips over the shell of her ear and pulled back, staring down at the flustered kunoichi in front of him. Seeing her obviously hot and bothered only caused his wicked grin to grow wider. He pushed her forward and she almost fell over. After stumbling a few of her steps, she regained her balance and began to head back through the village gates with his arm secured tightly around her shoulders. She could hear Izumo and Kotetsu call out to them, but she was in such a daze that she didn't understand a word they had said.

It took every ounce of restraint in Shikamaru's body to refrain from pulling her into an alleyway and absolutely fucking her senseless. He wasn't one to usually have a high sex drive; but he hadn't seen his girlfriend in a whole week, and feeling her body so close to him flipped a switch in his brain. Especially since tensions had been so high between them before he left. He wanted her, and he was going to have her.

The walk home was dead silent. Neither of them said a word to the other. He simply kept his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they made their way back to their apartment, giving it the occasional squeeze. When they approached the door, Yuuna pulled out her house key and slipped it into the lock. He stood closely behind her, making sure to caress her waist as he waited impatiently for the door to open. She turned the knob and pushed, stepping inside. He followed after her, standing in the foyer waiting for her to close the door.

As soon as he heard the click, he rushed forward and crashed his lips onto hers, pinning her against the wood. Their teeth knocked together and their tongues lashed against each other. He slated a thigh between her legs and pushed, propping her up a little higher against the door. She let out a moan, running her hands down the front of his vest where she caught the zipper and tugged it down. He shimmied the vest off and it landed on the ground with a soft thud. He pushed his thigh against her again, scooting her up another inch or so against the door as he kissed her. He trailed his hands from her hips up to her chest where he began to massage her breasts overtop of her sweater. She moaned again and pulled away to catch her breath.

"Fuck," she huffed, leaning her head to the side as he began suckling against her neck. She ground down against his thigh, closing her eyes and letting out another moan as he continued to knead her breasts in his hands.

"You like that, huh?" He chuckled, shifting his thigh up against her. He lapped at the mark he'd left on her neck and moved his hands down to the hem of her sweater, lifting the fabric up over her head and tossing it to the ground. The sight of her tits spilling out the top of her lacey black bra had him groaning. Without a second thought, he pulled the mounds from their confines and latched onto one of her nipples, lashing at it with his tongue. He took the other in between his fingers and began tugging at the bud, flicking at it with his fingertip.

"A-Ah--" Yuuna keened, shifting one hand to rest against the back of his head and the other to lay flat against his chest. She ground her hips down against his thigh to ease the growing tension between her legs.

Shikamaru didn't seem to take too kindly to this. Of course he wanted to make her feel good, but he wanted to be the one in control of that. Separating his lips from her with a pop, he scoffed and shifted his leg down to rest it on the ground. She whined at the absence of both friction and attention. In one swift movement, he scooped her hands up to pin her wrists above her head against the door. He glared down into her half lidded eyes, panting to catch his breath, watching as her tongue lolled from between her lips; the sight alone was enough to make his dick throb. But he wouldn't fuck her. Not yet. Not until she was coming apart and begging him. He leaned in close to her face, lips mere centimeters from her own.

"Bedroom. Now." He commanded. He stepped away and she chased after his lips with her own, but he was too far away now. He released his tight grip on her wrists, and she proceeded to obey his demand. Yuuna stumbled down the hallway still fully dressed from the hips down and walked into their shared bedroom.

Shikamaru took a moment to watch as she passed him, getting a beautiful view of her ass as it bounced with every excited step she took towards their room. He followed behind her after a few moments, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the ground carelessly. When he entered the room, he smiled at the sight; she was splayed out on the bed bare naked. Just as he'd hoped. He stepped over towards the bed and kicked off his shoes before sinking into the mattress on his knees and positioning himself in between her legs. She panted as she watched him kneel between her thighs, clutching tightly onto the bed sheets beneath her.

"You gonna tell me what you want?" He inquired firmly, looking down at her with a narrowed gaze. He kept his hands in his pockets. He wouldn't touch her until she told him exactly what she wanted.

"Sh-Shikamaru," she crooned, trying to pull her thighs together to ease the throbbing in her core. He kept himself situated firmly between them, however, so it was a vain attempt. With a bite of her lip, she batted her eyelashes and furrowed her brow. "Touch me. I-I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me."

He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her, tilting his head to the side, not budging from his spot between her thighs. "C'mon, babe, you've gotta be more specific than that." He smirked. He may have been impatient, but damn if it wasn't fun making her wait. "Where do you want me to touch you, huh?"

Yuuna huffed and glared up at him. "Fucking anywhere. Everywhere. Just...please. Touch me."

Still unsatisfied with her answer, he scoffed and straightened his back from his slouched over position. "What a drag. And here I thought you'd be obedient. Guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

He removed his hands from his pockets and did a few quick hand signs. A moment later, a sequence of shadows slithered their way up around her thighs to pull her legs apart further. They pushed her legs back until her knees were practically resting against her chest. Another set of shadows slunk along the bedsheets and wrapped around her wrists, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't move. It all happened so quickly that she didn't have a chance to react; before she knew it, she was spread out and nearly folded in half.

"A-Ah--" She cried out as her body contorted. She attempted to move, but it was no good. His shadows had her pinned down and she was completely immobilized. The helpless feeling of being entirely at his mercy excited her though, and it sent a throbbing right to her center. Finally, with a shaky breath, she conceded and quietly gave into his demands. "M...My p-pussy."

Shikamaru slouched again and ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs. "Your what?" He asked in almost a mocking tone. Of course he heard her and knew exactly what she wanted, but he was feeling particularly playful tonight. "You're gonna have to speak up, Yuuna, I couldn't hear you."

"M-My pussy!!" She cried out, attempting to wiggle around to free herself from his shadows. The throbbing in her core was unbearable and she wanted, needed, some kind of relief. "I-I want you to t-touch my pussy!!"

With a shit eating grin, Shikamaru ran his tongue over his lips. "That's my good girl."

And without another word, he shifted his head between her legs and began peppering her inner thighs with kisses. He ran his tongue up the length of her slit, eliciting a sinful moan from his fiancée as she threw her head back in ecstacy. He repeated the motion, slower this time, making sure to taste every drop of her essence that he could get his tongue on. He groaned quietly at her taste, god did she taste good. Better than he ever remembered. He shifted one hand to rest under the crook of one of her knees, then moved the other to slide his long fingers in between her folds as he lashed at her clit.

"F-Fuck, Sh-Shikamaru," She whined, gripping tightly onto the bedsheets beneath her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lost herself in the absolute pleasure that filled her body.

He was quickly working her towards her climax as he slipped a finger inside her cunt. The mix of his saliva and her slick made it all too easy to thrust his finger in and out of her. He continued to lick at her clit as he slipped a second finger inside of her, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her body convulsed and she let out a lewd moan, her tongue falling from her lips and her eyes crossing as her body twitched and she rode out her orgasm against his tongue.

"Fuck, that's my good girl." He praised her as he continued to piston his fingers in and out of her wet heat. He wasn't done with her yet. Not even close. He latched back onto her clit and began suckling at it enthusiastically, lashing his tongue over the sensitive bud as he fucked her with his fingers. She let out another moan, her body still trembling from her climax not five seconds ago. Her back arched up off of the bed, but she was still pinned down by his shadows and unable to move. Still sensitive, she couldn't stop her body from writhing at his touch.

Yuuna let out a whine as she attempted to move her hips away from his tongue, but she was helpless. Immobilized by his shadows, there was no way she was getting free. She panted and writhed against his wet tongue, desperately trying to ease the growing overstimulation radiating in her core. The Nara took note of this, and decided to play along. He slowed down considerably, nursing her clit between his lips and lazily flicking his tongue over the bud. His fingers slowed down too, but he curled them upward inside of her in an attempt to keep her in a daze. He pumped slowly and steadily, following the rhythm with his tongue. He let out a soft groan at the sinful little moans that left her lips, opening his eyes to look up at her and watch her reactions as he continued his ministrations. Her face was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and her captivating green eyes were threatening to spill tears. Her tongue remained hanging from between her lips, a small dribble of saliva trickling down her chin. It was the most beautiful he’d seen her. The look of pure euphoria painting her features sent a throb to his cock and he couldn’t help the way he found himself grinding down into the mattress. The friction against his groin drew out another groan and he began to pick up his pace, still lashing at her clit lazily, but faster and with more purpose. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he made an effort to push her towards another release, making quick work of his fingers and shifting his other hand upwards to grasp one of her breasts. He massaged the flesh in his palm, making sure to roll her nipple in between his fingertips.

She threw her head back onto the pillow and gasped at the overwhelming sensations that racked her body, drawing her closer to her second orgasm. The combined feeling of his fingers thrusting into her tight hole and his tongue lapping at her nerves had her mind going foggy. The added sensation of Shikamaru toying with her sensitive breasts made her pant. She writhed around underneath him, desperately wanting to run her hands through his long black hair. To feel him underneath her fingertips.

“W-Wanna touch,” She whined, lifting her head back up as she rolled her hips against his tongue. “I-I wanna touch you.”

He watched as her gaze returned to meet his eyes and he smirked, acknowledging her request but doing nothing to fulfill it.

“That’s too bad,” He replied, concentrating for a moment to tighten her bindings ever so slightly. He also took the opportunity to pull her legs apart just a little more, allowing him more room to devour her delicious cunt. “You’re gonna have to wait until I’m done.”

She let out another whine as she felt the shadows around her wrists constrict. In a desperate attempt to push herself closer to release, in hopes that maybe he’d let her touch him, she began riding his tongue. He growled at her impatience, pulling his lips away from her and slipping his fingers out from her hole. She fussed at the feeling of emptiness, a chill settling on her skin.

“N-No, why did you s-stop?” She griped desperately, shifting around in an attempt to ease that growing pressure in her gut again.

“Because you’re being a pain,” He replied huskily, sitting back on his knees. “I told you to be patient. If you’d let me finish I would have undone my jutsu and given you what you wanted, but I guess you’ll just have to sit here and think about what you’ve done.”

She gawked at his words, furrowing her brows and biting her lip. “M-Mean, that’s so mean…!” She cried out, writhing around trying to loosen her restraints. Shikamaru smirked down at her.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a damn brat and just listened to what I told you to do, we wouldn’t be in this fix.” He chuckled. Sure, he was just as impatient as she was and wanted nothing more than to pound her into the mattress. But he was the one in charge here, and if she didn’t listen, there were going to be consequences. “I’ll tell you what. If you can be patient and let me make you cum again, I’ll undo my jutsu and you can touch me all you want. But if you’re gonna be a pain in the ass, I’ll just leave you here. All wound up with no way of getting yourself off. You won’t be able to blink without thinkin’ about how bad you want me to fuck you. How does that sound?”

She glared up at him for a moment, wriggling her wrists around again. The throbbing in her core was undeniable. As stubborn as she was, she knew it wouldn’t be worth it to play this little game. Her fiancé was a man with zero patience, and she knew he would make good on that promise. Deciding to bite her tongue, she conceded and nodded her head. He smirked and leaned forward again, hovering his lips over her throbbing clit.

“Atta girl.” He murmured before parting his lips to lick at it slowly.

She winced and threw her head back onto the pillow, biting her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to pour from between them. Shikamaru slid his fingers between her folds once more, gathering her slick and pushing them slowly into her cunt. She gasped at the feeling of being filled up once more, the sensation almost enough to push her over the edge. She cursed under her breath, careful to not move her hips against him too much in fear he would stop again. He took her nerves between his lips once more, suckling and laving it with his tongue as he began pistoning his fingers in and out of her heat. He combatted the slow movement of his tongue by moving his wrist quickly, fucking her pussy with long, nimble fingers. She let out another whine into the air and he smiled against her clit, flicking his tongue faster to meet the pace his hand was moving at. It only took a moment before she was cumming around his tongue again, her vision going white and her body convulsing as she gripped down on the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. She cried out his name as she came, grinding her hips down against his hot muscle. She huffed and panted, squirming around and trying to move away from his mouth.

“Nuh uh, I’m not done with you yet.” He growled, wrapping his arm around her thigh to hold her in place as he continued to lash at her clit, relentlessly fucking into her hole and groaning against her skin. He ground down into the mattress again to ease his throbbing cock, growing more and more impatient to fuck her senseless. He kept her pinned against his mouth as she sobbed out his name. He was going to make her cum again.

Tears streamed down her face as her overstimulated body writhed under his touch, panting and gasping at the surge of electricity that coursed through her body. She choked out another sob as she felt the pressure in her gut build up rapidly again. She felt a different sensation this time around. She couldn’t explain it, but something felt strange. The more he ravaged her, the more the feeling built up. And without warning, her third orgasm of the night crashed over her and she drew out a lewd moan. But this time, a stream of clear liquid gushed from her cunt as it convulsed around his fingers. Shikamaru shot backwards, the fluid splashing against his neck and trickling down his chest. He snickered as he slowly removed his slick-soaked fingers from her quivering pussy.

“Well that’s new.” He noted with a smile, sitting back on his knees and looking down at the soaked bed sheets under her. She laid there trembling, her body still bound by his Shadow Stitching jutsu, with a flushed face and half lidded eyes. He leaned forward, resting one hand against the headboard as he hovered over top of her. He brought the hand he fucked her with up to her face. “Open.”

And without a second thought, Yuuna opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He pushed the fingers covered in her juices past her lips and onto the pad of her tongue which immediately curled around them, cleaning off her essence. The taste made her moan and she locked eyes with her lover, making a show of licking him clean. She began bobbing her head around his fingers, licking from the base up to his fingertips and back. He groaned hungrily down at her and watched her tongue slide around his fingers. It sent a jolt right to his cock and he cursed under his breath.

“You’re such a messy girl.” He teased, tilting his head to the side and keeping his eyes fixated on the way her tongue slid around his fingers. “First you cum all over me and soak through the bed sheets, and now you’re getting my fingers all wet.”

She didn’t say anything in response and instead continued to deep throat his fingers. He pulled his hand from her mouth, a string of saliva dribbling down her tongue and onto her chest. She panted and looked up at him with needy eyes, the wet muscle lolling from her lips. With a scoff, he tugged his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock from its confines, springing to life and slapping against his abdomen, a bead of precum condensed at the tip. She stared at it and licked her lips, swallowing down the saliva that built up in her mouth. Shikamaru finally released his jutsu, and as soon as her hands were free, she shot forward and wrapped her fingers around his length and took it into her mouth.

She immediately began to bob her head along his cock, moaning as she slid her tongue along the underside. She hollowed her cheeks and looked up at him through heavy lashes, stopping to slap the tip of his cock against her tongue. She swirled it around the head, being sure to stroke his girth as she slid it all the way down his length then back up to the tip. She swallowed him again, quickening her pace as she closed her eyes to taste every inch of his delicious member.

“Fuck, Yuuna,” He groaned, leaning against the headboard again and running his free hand through her brunette locks. He fisted her hair and began to thrust his hips forward, fucking her face in a steady rhythm as she hungrily accepted every inch of his cock. He panted quietly, watching his length disappear behind her lips. His brows furrowed and he began to thrust faster. She shut her eyes and let him fuck into her mouth, happily taking his length as it slid down her throat, moaning with every plunge. He slammed his hips forward and held her against his girth. She winced at the harsh movement, shutting her eyes tightly and gripping onto his thighs. He kept her situated there, staring down at her and panting as he caught his breath. Her eyes cracked open and she looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed heavily through her nose. He pulled out of her mouth quickly and the rush of air into her lungs made her cough, but she continued to stroke his cock even so. He watched as her scarred fingers wrapped tightly around him, slapping the tip down against her tongue again. She pulled him out of her mouth and smiled, licking her lips and gazing up at him.

"I want your cock," She requested, sliding her free hand down the length of her body until her fingers ghosted over her folds. Shikamaru watched her hand move and he swallowed, then shifted his gaze back up to meet hers. She took him into his mouth again and gave another few slow bobs of her head, then swirled her tongue over the head and stroked him. "Fuck, Shikamaru, I need your cock inside me."

That was the last straw for him. He hunched over to tug her up into a kiss that was all tongue and no lips, groaning into her mouth as he shifted back on the bed. He freed his grip on her hair and slid his fingers through her folds again, dipping them inside of her with ease. She mewled at the sensation. He chuckled wickedly as he pulled away from her, pumping his fingers in and out of her entrance once more. He kissed down her lips and across her cheek until his own lips met with her ear where he tugged lightly on her earlobe with his teeth.

"I'm gonna fuck you stupid."

His words alone nearly made her cum again. She keened at his touch, panting as she ground her hips down against his fingers. He kissed her ear, licking at the lobe, then pulled back to look down at her. He quickly tugged his pants off and tossed them to the ground, then returned his attention to the beautiful sight of his partner splayed out in front of him. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few steady pumps, then aligned himself with her entrance. He slid his girth through her folds a few times, coating it with her slick. Then, without warning, he slammed his hips forward until the tip of his cock kissed her cervix. Yuuna cried out in what sounded like a mix of pain and ecstasy, throwing her head back on the pillow and wincing. She took a few short breaths to adjust to the stretch.

It took every ounce of self control he had to not lose his composure and fuck into her like a wild animal. He panted heavily, his own tongue spilling from past his lips as he huffed. He moved his hips back painfully slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then he repeated the action of thrusting his hips forward until the tip of his cock met her cervix once more. She let out another cry, but this time it was no pain and all pleasure. Her back arched up off the bed and she tugged at the bed sheets, gasping for air as she stared needily up at her partner. He repeated the motion a few times, drawing out a sinful moan from her with every thrust. He let out a low groan at the feeling of her intoxicating wet heat clamping down around him. Shikamaru leaned forward and rested his forearm beside her head, caging her in as he leaned forward to kiss her. As soon as their lips met she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dip inside and lash against hers. He set a steady, languid pace as he fucked into her.

She broke the kiss with a huff to catch her breath, their tongues connected by a string of saliva that dribbled down and dissipated. Their eyes locked and he stared down at her as he slammed his hips against hers, a lewd squelching sound filling the air. She shifted her hips slightly to wrap her legs around his hips, then looked down to watch as his cock disappeared inside of her. She licked her lips and giggled.

"S-So good," She mewled, looking back up at him. "Feels so f-fucking good."

He smirked down at her and began to pick up his pace, rolling his hips harder as he fucked into her cunt. It wasn't long before he set an almost feral pace, pounding into her and making good on his promise to fuck her absolutely stupid. He surged forwards again to catch her in a breathless kiss, moving his other hand down to slide his fingertips over her clit. He moved in quick circles, increasing the pressure with each flick of his wrist. Yuuna moaned against his tongue, lifting her arms and wrapping them around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. She circled her hips against his again, synching her movements with his. The pressure in her gut began to build up again as he flicked his fingertips over her clit and pounded into her, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let the pleasure take over her body. She wrapped her hand around the back of his head, pulling his hair tightly and loosening some strands from his ponytail.

"You're close, huh?" He asked rhetorically, because he very much knew the answer to that question. Their eyes locked and she nodded her head furiously, biting down on her lip as he thrusted into her tight hole. He gave a particularly hard thrust coupled with a particularly quick circle of his fingers against her clit and it was enough to send her hurdling over the edge. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into an O as her orgasm hit her hard, an erotic moan spilling past her lips and out into the air as he fucked her through her climax. "Such a naughty girl, cumming all over my cock."

"Fuuuuuuck," She whined when she finally came back down to earth. He continued pounding into her, pushing himself up off of the bed and hooking his hands under her knees to push her legs back and press into her deeper. This drew out another lewd moan from the brunette beneath him. "F-Fuck, Sh-Shikamaru."

He leaned forward and sealed her mouth with a kiss, then pulled back to tug at her lip between his teeth. He kissed down her cheek and along her jaw, pressing his lips to the crook of her neck as he had her folded in half. He groaned against her skin then began to slow his pace down, feeling himself teetering on the edge of his own orgasm. But he wasn't ready to cum yet. Not until he'd gotten at least one more out of her.

Yuuna took note of his slowed pace and pushed her elbows up off of the bed, then rotated her hips to the side until he fell down onto the mattress next to her. She flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist, shooting down to kiss him and moaning against his lips. She bounced against his hips, fucking herself on his cock, mewling as he hit deep inside of her. He hugged her waist as he kissed her, thrusting upwards and plunging his girth into her wet heat, moaning against her mouth. He ran his hands down her waist to the plush skin of her ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh between his fingers. He spread her cheeks apart, bouncing her on his cock. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, looking down at her lover with lust in her eyes.

"Fuck," She whimpered. Using his chest as leverage, she sat up and straddled his waist, slowly gyrating her hips and dragging her clit along his skin.

She licked at her lips and languidly pulled herself off of his cock, his head kissing her entrance, then leisurely sunk back down onto him until their hips met once more and repeated the motion several times. He ran his hands up and down her waist, slowly thrusting up into her as she plunged herself down on him, matching her easy pace. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillow, intoxicated by the rush of endorphins that coursed through his body as he felt her squeezing his cock. He furrowed his brow and looked down at where they were connected, watching her slide down his length and groaning as he saw himself disappearing inside of her.

His fingers twitched against her skin and he dug his nails into her waist. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, and he gripped onto her tightly then swiftly began to fuck up into her at an aggressive pace. The sudden shift in speed took Yuuna by surprise and she gasped, falling forward and leaning against the headboard. Her tits bounced in his face with every feral thrust. He snatched one of her nipples between his teeth, suckling and lashing at it with his tongue as he tugged it towards him. He moaned against her salty skin, the telltale signs of his own orgasm drawing dangerously close. He had to make her finish at least one more time. He shifted one hand from her waist down to her belly where he rested it there, flicking the pad of his thumb against her clit as she rode his cock. Her breathing got heavier, the combined sensations filling her head with fog once more. Her tongue fell from her lips and she knit her brows together, watching as his tongue lapped at the sensitive nub. That same odd feeling she had before built up in her cunt and she babbled incoherently, grinding against his hips and pushing herself towards release. Yuuna's eyes slammed shut as the dam within her burst, crying out with a salacious sob as her body convulsed around his cock, clamping down on him like a vice. Clear liquid squirted out from her once more, and she trembled as he fucked her through her orgasm.

"That's my good girl," Shikamaru groaned as he thrusted into her, pulling his cum soaked hand up to her face. He shoved his thumb into her mouth, her fucked out expression sending a throbbing straight to his cock. He smirked at her as she compliantly licked her cum off of his fingers, eyes glazed over with tears and body still trembling from the overstimulation. He punched his hips upwards and held them there, heaving for breath as he watched the tears roll down her cheeks. She jerked at the harsh movement, a muffled cry echoing through their bedroom as she panted. He yanked his hand from her mouth and pulled her head down to kiss her, then broke away after a moment with a smug grin. "I'm gonna fill you up, my naughty girl."

Her eyes fluttered and nearly rolled back into her skull at his words. He shot forward to kiss her again, pounding up into her at a brutal pace. She squirmed overtop of him as he fucked into her, her skin on fire and her nerves shot from the several orgasms she'd had. She choked out a sob as his pace grew impossibly quicker, clinging to the headboard for dear life as his animalistic pace caused a final orgasm to go ripping through her body. She flopped over on top of him, babbling and drooling as he dug his fingernails into the globes of her ass. It only took a few more thrusts before he let out a guttural groan against her neck, his cum spilling into her pussy and painting her walls white. He moaned quietly, peppering soft kisses against her burning skin and running his hands in soothing lines up and down her wet back.

They stayed connected there for a few minutes as they both came down from their respective highs, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing heard in the quiet of their bedroom. When his heart rate finally stabilized, he gently rolled her over onto her side so she would be more comfortable. He pulled his hips backwards and disconnected their bodies, his cum spilling from her swollen cunt and soaking through the bed sheets. She whimpered at the loss of contact, but was swiftly tugged against his chest. Shikamaru rested his arm around her shoulders, then ran his fingers along her arm and closed his eyes.

"Not gonna clean up?" She asked softly, tracing circles around his sticky skin. He scoffed.

"I'm not doing anything for the next week." He replied groggily, already half asleep. Yuuna chuckled and hummed. She really couldn't blame him. With a satisfied sigh, she looked up at him and shifted upwards a little to give him a peck on the cheek.

"I'm glad you're home safe, baby." She spoke in a gentle tone. The corners of his lips turned up into a smile and he cracked an eye open to look down at her. He tilted his head to the side to place a soft, warm kiss against her bruised lips.

"Me too."

They smiled at one another and shared another soft kiss. Shikamaru rested his cheek on top of his fiancée's head and Yuuna gave one final satisfied sigh before they both drifted off to sleep.

Maybe the married life wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

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