Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli

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The woman laid in his arms, her eyes blinded from the attacks in battle. She bled out from the sword embedded into her stomach, but it had been so long that she couldn't feel the pain anymore. He had long since ordered his soldiers to find the medic back at camp, but it was taking too long.

The light, slow, gentle snowfall had been ongoing since the night before, covering the ground in a thin layer of white that was now dyed red all around the two of them. Her sightless eyes gazed up at the snow-filled clouds, a few snowflakes landing gently on her face and melting faster than she could tell.

He promised her that he'd keep her safe.. that he'd protect her, but he couldn't make to her in time.. he was on the other side of the battlefield, but the moment he saw the enemy raise their sword against her, he shoved away the one he was fighting and ran. He ran as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough.

Now the enemy was gone, leaving a battlefield littered with different bodies of both his team and the opposing, but they didn't even cross his mind when she was bleeding out in his arms. He couldn't even do anything besides press his already blood covered hands against her wound.

She called out his name, her voice holding a small tremor. He immediately looked over at her blood-stained face that was still so beautiful, even with the cuts and show of war..

"It's quiet.."

so was her voice.. he had to lean over to hear her better. He slowly lifted his hands away from her wound when he realized that she wouldn't make it out of this place..

"..Is the snow pretty..?"

he pressed his lips together as he held back tears.. she always loved the snow, but she couldn't even see it once more before she passed. Without even raising his gaze from her face, he spoke gently. His voice was always gentle when he spoke to her, such a difference compared to when he ordered around his other soldiers.

"..mm.. it's breathtaking.. it always is.."

She gave a small, serene smile. She knew he didn't look, and she also knew the hidden meaning behind his words.. he took her hand in his, giving a gentle squeeze, which she was too weak to return.

"I'm glad.. I've always liked the snow"

..'I know'. He let out a shaking, pained breath as he watched her let her eyes fall closed before she whispered one last time.

"I hope you see me when it snows.. I'll be there.."

As he watched her, he could only give a small nod even though she wouldn't see it. The tears finally fell from his eyes when he could no longer see the small cloud her warm breath created against the cold air. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, letting out quiet sobs as he hugged her limp body against his chest.

i just finished the island quest today and i was just thinking,, pegging albedo on a beach or smth at night and you’re at one of the island further away from the camps so he can be as loud as he wants. head empty, just albedo’s screams 😳😳

gn!reader + beach sex (empty island) + anal penetration + handjob + overstimulation.

"W-What if someone hears," He bites back a groan, you two were having sex right here on the beach of Minacious Isle, out in the open as if it were nothing. You coo softly, rubbing small circles into his hips with your thumbs, slowly sliding into him further.

"There isn't anybody around for miles, it's just you and me on this island, nobody is gonna hear a thing, so just let it all out, okay? If you hold back," you lean forward, chest pressed against his back, lips right by his ear. "Then I'll have no choice but to coax each and every," you slowly pull out, "sound out of you!" You thrust back in deeply, and he gasps, moaning and rolling his eyes back at the pleasant warmth that suddenly exploded in his gut. "See? You sound so pretty~" You chirp, "Now scream for me, baby boy."

With that your thrust only became more impatient, wanting to hear him scream— he didn't hold back a single moan, his throat going raw at how much he was screaming and moaning for you. Tears formed in his eyes when you finally touched his achy dick, slick noises as you pump his cock and thrust into his ass. "Ah! P-Please! Hnnn, nggh!" He chokes on a groan, desperately trying to grip at the sand below him but it gives him no hold, only making him want to cry as his hands resort to balling up into fist instead, his nails digging into his palms harshly. "G-Gonna,"

"Already? Tsk, tsk," you slow to a stop, both thrusting and jerking him off, and revel in the whines he lets out freely.

"Wanna cum, please, please," Albedo is being so loud, not a care in his pretty mind anymore, just wanting to feel his own pleasure. "Please let me cum," he breathes shakily, peering over his shoulder at you, his face completely flushed. "Please." He batted his lash and you bark a laugh.

"Alright, pretty boy, you can cum this time." He praises your name, thanking you for being so merciful.

With that you resume your actions, easily sliding in his ass, taking your dick so well. Your hand wraps around him again, and you thumb at his slit before slowly moving your hand up and down, up and down, twisting nicely.

Once again he lets out the most beautiful noises, drool dribbling down his chin as he loses all control of himself, succumbing to your touch. His vision blurs, body hot, the sounds of you hitting so deep in him making his dick twitch, pulling him closer to the edge.

"C... Cum- Cumming!" He cries out, thighs tensing and throwing his head back. Sweet gasps for air mixed with choked out, high-pitched moans. Thick ropes of white spurt out, landing on the sand below you two. You slowly slide out of him once you've milked him dry and he falls to the side on his back, sand sticking to his sweat-covered body. He pants, staring up at the stars, his vision slowly clearing. "Ah, hah..."

"You sound so pretty, baby!" You exclaim, his vision now filled with you, you hovering over him and he whines, shaking his head.

"A-Again?" He rasps, throat sore from screaming so much just a few moments ago. You nod, nuzzling into his neck before biting and then lapping over the bite, a red mark appearing.

"Can you do that for me, 'bedo? Will you make such pretty noises for me again? It's be a shame to waste this opportunity." He grunts, turning his head to the side and allowing you more access to leave hickies along his neck. "Is that a yes?" He hums, nodding and you chuckle, your hand landing on his chest and slowly moving down, you'd coax every single noise out of this man.

Hellooo do you have any aether x reader fic recs ehe :))

answered: [1:25 am | 18th january 2022]

hello anon!! i am VERY sorry for answering this so late, i have barely opened tumblr lately because i've been busy with school 😔

i haven't read much aether x reader fics but just for you i've gone through the tag, and here's the ones that i liked the most! unfortunately i couldn't find any sole reader x aether fics, only headcanon posts but i hope you'll enjoy them! some are angst, some are fluff. i am not sure if there's anything specific you wanted.

(also if any of the writers i tagged see this, i loved your work too!)

by @kazewhara

through the fire and back again

abyss prince!aether x reader

by @bluexiao

i miss you very much, my love

can i brush your hair tonight?

expectations vs reality

by @xienn

even after death

by @xyliope

genshin boys as unhappy endings

by @windblooms

genshin bubble tea dates headcanons

"how to get your crush to like you back in 3 easy steps"

or: dan heng likes you. march knows.

dan heng x f!reader. pining fools and idiots in love. march is close to having a metaphorical heart attack. cliche shoujo stuff.

"you have a crush on her."

"i absolutely do not."

march fixes dan heng with an unimpressed gaze. "you are literally so obvious, don't even try and deny it again."

obvious? he's obvious? dan heng tries not to panic. in a poor attempt to salvage the unsalvageable, he says, lamely, "...i don't know what you're talking about."

graciously preserving the little dignity he has left, march ignores him. she claps him on the shoulder sympathetically. "don't worry, i'm a pro wingwoman. i accept payment in the form of desserts."

dan heng's right eye twitches.

1. show interest in their interests, pay attention to them.

that's easy, he thinks to himself. he always pays attention to you, it comes naturally to him. he knows how you prefer your coffee with a dash of milk and honey, not too sweet. he knows how you always start books but rarely ever finish them unless they were "really good and checked all my boxes!" and could go on thesis-worthy rants about your favourite ones. he knows how you like to keep succulents on your table and give them all ridiculous names like "king coin of doge land" and "a rad little guy".

so easy, in fact, that he feels the most confident he's ever been as he strides across the room over to you. you’re fiddling with something, looking vaguely nervous as you talk to march.

"good morning." he greets, eyeing the newest project you seem to be occupied with in your hands. a crotchet dragon, how nice. he knows exactly how to keep the conversation going now—

"what's cookin', good lookin'?"

his brain short circuits.

what is he supposed to say to that? were you flirting? does he flirt back? was it just a phrase? what's cooking-?

"but i'm not on cooking duty today."

dan heng watches your face freeze in confusion. his face feels like stone. to the side, march looks like she’s about to strangle him.

"...uh huh."

an awkward silence hangs in the air. dan heng wishes he was a statue.

— a failure, cut your losses and move on.

2. compliment something they’ve put effort into.

“please elaborate.”

“say something you like about her.” march takes a bite of her parfait (courtesy of dan heng), “but it has to be something she put conscious thought into. it shows that you notice the little things, and it makes her feel good about herself which makes her feel good about you. bam! two birds with one stone.”

dan heng only feels more confused. “but i like everything about her.”

even with the sweet treat in her mouth, march looks like she tasted something sour.

“so do i compliment her on everything i can think of?”

“no, no. you-“ march heaves a sigh, “pick one. just one.”

when he sees you in the archive room, he notices the now completed crotchet dragon in your hand. he decides that this is the perfect time to redeem himself.

“it’s well-made. i like the teal colour.” he says, and mentally congratulates himself for not messing up right off the bat (again).

“thank you, it’s, um, actually supposed to be the dragon you summon.”

“oh.” dan heng’s mind had been so occupied with march’s plans and you that he didn’t even make the connection. he feels just a little stupid.

“…and it’s for you.”

“oh.” a gift from you? and it was made exclusively to represent him, with hours of effort? he is in shock.

he must have taken too long to answer, because you notice the hesitation. flushing with embarrassment, you say “it’s a little much, huh? sorry.”

dan heng doesn’t manage to get a word in (because he would love to have the crotchet dragon, thank you very much!) before you scurry out the door. it clicks as it shuts, his outstretched hand reaching for nothing but air.

— i don’t want to call you a dumbass, but you’re kind of being a dumbass.

3. find time alone with them.

“i’ll help you with this one. but when you’re alone with her, you’re on your own.” march looks mildly concerned, “…will you be ok?”

“of course.” he says, and it’s merely bravado.

“right, well, i managed to convince mr. yang, miss himeko, and pom pom to visit this café with me—you’re paying, of course—it’s a rare opportunity so make full use of it, ‘kay?”

alone on the express. with you. no one else. no big deal, he tries to convince himself.

they keyword is ‘tries’, of course.

when the time comes, he gathers all the courage he has and, hopefully nonchalantly, asks you to watch a movie with him with a mini projector march had lent him beforehand. you agree, and it’s the first hurdle cleared. no mishaps so far.

“i’ll make you coffee, the way you like it.” he offers, and feels a flutter in his chest when you smile. if he could, he would bottle the feeling you gave him up and ration it throughout the rest of his life.

“i would love that.”

he gets to work, prepping the sugar and honey as he waits for the water to boil. the conversation between the two of you comes easily, as if the recent incidents didn’t happen at all, and dan heng feels the familiar serenity that comes from being in your presence. it was quiet save for your conversation, and the backdrop of stars outside the train seemed to be even more mesmerising than usual.

but of course, not everything goes according to plan.

the astral express, which had been sailing through the stars so smoothly, lurches from sudden turbulence. you bump against the kettle when you try to stabilise yourself and knock it over. boiling water spills all over the counter and onto the floor.

“watch out!”

not wanting you to be scalded, he grabs your arm and tries to push you away with his back towards the spillage. but his foot steps on the water and he slips, falling forward.

the two of you land on the floor in a heap, inches away from the spill. pure reflexes allow him to minimise the impact of your head meeting the floor by using his other hand as a cushion. he thinks he has bruised his knuckles. he has sprained his wrist.

the thought of the compromising position doesn’t even cross either of your minds. you crawl out from underneath him, and, perceptive as ever, notice when he rubs his wrist and winces.

“dan heng! are you ok?” you fuss over him, hands flitting over his wrist. dan heng feels like he would have enjoyed the attention more if he wasn’t so disappointed that his plans were disrupted. it had been going so well, he mourns. he watches as your back disappears around the corner with promises of finding the first aid kit.

it’s hard for the previous tranquil atmosphere to come back when you obviously felt bad about his wrist (even thought he assured you it was alright and not to worry), and his plans were derailed. the both of you work together to clean up the mess, which took some time, and try to enjoy the movie, but the momentum was lost.

— …

“what do you mean all my plans went bust? i worked so hard to convince pom pom to come with me!” march looks at you in horror.

“i don’t know! i thought you said you were a pro at this! i tried the pick-up line, i tried giving him a gift, and i even spent time alone with him, nothing worked! am I just inept at this love thing?” you shake her by the shoulders, tears of frustration on the edge of falling. march could only feel wronged.

“oh my god. you’re both idiots.”

absentminded musings.

“can’t stop staring at you, it’s like i forgot that staring is rude.”

(in which he either succors you back to disciplined focus…or simply makes for an attractive and infuriatingly worse distraction.)

characters: albedo, ayato, childe, diluc, itto, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao

“the fuck are you looking at?” scaramouche sneers at your dazed expression, snapping you out of your temporary trance. you must have lost track during your daily dose of his colorful reproaches and stubborn chiding, at some later point…which wasn’t exactly very difficult to distract yourself with. after all, his face seemed to be a much more interesting subject, and posed for a hundred rather curious questions — starting with how an attractive boy like that just so happened to have one of the shittiest personalities in the world. “…oi, you idiot. you’re doing it again.”

you’re about to plainly retort that you were simply being wrongfully accused once more, but you bite the words between your teeth when he suddenly draws his face closer towards yours, eyebrows scrunched in irritation and a bratty frown pursed on his lips. you feel your breath catch in bewilderment, and find yourself instinctively shying away from the eerily close proximity. besides, scaramouche isn’t particularly adept in the scope of feelings either, but one look at your oddly timid disposition and he knows you’re flustered because you’ve been busy staring at his face. he wonders if you’ve noticed how long he’s been quietly staring at yours too.

“archons, it’s like you lost your manners.” xiao snorts at the dazed look glazed on your features, only rolling his eyes at you when you suddenly meet his piercing gaze with an awkward and surprised expression contorting across your face. you feel yourself scramble to apologize with reddened cheeks for not paying attention to his words…and you felt even more embarrassed when you see his features quirk into disappointment, for you knew deep down that you had covertly spent the last few minutes staring at him instead of actually trying to hear his statements. “honestly, mortals are so damn annoying. maybe this will help you listen better.

you let out an abrupt gasp when you feel him suddenly pin you on the rail of the balcony, caught between his chest and the wood, and his slanted amber irises reflecting the enchanting sunset behind you. you swallow the thick lump forming in your throat, and wait for him to continue speaking where he had left off in the previous conversation. and this time you decide to hear him out, and hope that the sound of his low and comforting voice slowly drowns out the incessant noises that foster quietly inside the depths of your chest.

“see something you like?” ayato smiles, tilting his head curiously at you. halfway through the chess game, you had already decided it was best for you to give up and think about something else to soothe the depressing sense of defeat. ayato was undeniably brilliant, and it could be perceived within each one of his move-sets during the stretch of the game. he was also…infuriatingly pretty, you couldn’t help noticing the way his pearl white hair shone beneath morning sunbeams. you sigh to yourself, muttering an apology and shifting your gaze back down to the board, ready to accept your imminent and rather upsetting fate…when you notice how your queen just so happened to be within the range of ayato’s king on the field. “your move, y/n.”

you can’t seem to hide the joy that begins to spill across your face when you hurriedly make a move with your queen piece to the other end of the board, unable to control the shriek of victory as you jump up from your seating position and raise your arms in excitement — after all these dreadful years, you had finally won a single chess game against ayato! and you’re too engrossed in your unexpected triumph against the boy to recognize how ayato sinks his head in his hand to admire the smile glowing on your face. there’s not many people he can honestly say he doesn’t mind losing to, but he figures getting distracted by you mid-game and subconsciously allowing you to win…makes him feel happier rather than defeated at the astonishing notion of it.

“…are you still listening to me?” albedo muses, an eyebrow raised at your stupor expression after listening to him talk about his experiment for a few hours. which you didn’t actually find boring — in fact, it was rather interesting at first…but then you started wondering about the curious shade of blue in his effervescent eyes, and how his locks of blonde hair began to look oddly similar to a golden aureole. and before you knew it, you were dozing off as you stared at his lips, and albedo was already getting up in your face out of instinctive concern. “apologies. that was probably boring for you, wasn’t it?”

you shake your head with a smile, apologizing to him for distracting yourself with some pre-occupied thoughts. but albedo knows you’ve simply been busy staring at him for the past few minutes, and yet chooses not to mention it aloud to perhaps spare you the vocalized embarrassment. besides, who was he to call you out on the endearing gesture when he had often found himself occasionally staring at you too?

“staring is rude, sweetheart.” kazuha smirks, raising his bandaged hand to gently caress the side of your face, consequently tugging you out of your little daydream. you blink at him in confusion, avoiding his playful and accusatory gaze, while also boldly claiming you had listened to his words loud and clear. when you’re about to move forward from the awkward point of the conversation, he suddenly inches closer towards your body and shifts his fingers to skim over your lips, a sly smile quirking across his mouth as he sees the way your eyes widen at the unexpected action. “that’s real cute, darling. why don’t we hear you repeat what i said again this time, okay?”

and you absolutely loathe the way kazuha coyly simpers when he witnesses you utterly caught in your words, still busy poking and blatantly staring at your lips while you try (and unfortunately, fail) to form the proper sentences to say beneath his animalistic gaze.

“quit dozing off.” diluc sighs for the umpteenth time, snapping his fingers in front of your face. your glazed eyes flicker over to meet his intense scarlet gaze, and you merely smile in apology for allowing yourself to be distracted. but lately, you can’t really seem to help it — despite wanting to truly learn the art of winery, it’s already difficult enough to end up getting tutored and trying to concentrate with your boyfriend’s attractive face in your line of sight. “…did you write that down?”

you hum softly in assent, busy skimming through the entirety of what you had just written based on what he talked about for the last thirty minutes. however, what you’ll eventually fail to notice is how the tables have astonishingly turned — and for the ensuing ten solemn minutes of your diligent review, diluc’s attention becomes completely enraptured and foolishly dead-set on you.

“um, is there something on my face?” thoma awkwardly chimes, scratching his cheek in embarrassment when you finally realize you’ve been staring at him for…clearly way too long. which wasn’t entirely your fault! you were just never consciously aware of how attractive a man could look while passionately chattering about housekeeping, especially when it came to the courteous boy standing in front of you. “sorry, perhaps the concept was a bit confusing. why don’t i say that for you again?”

you hope he assumes it’s just that, to spare yourselves the imminent awkwardness upon realizing that you were actually secretly admiring his face. but when he turns around and you barely perceive the light flush of pink that clouds on his fair cheeks, you think to yourself that…you’re probably fucked, and you’re almost a hundred percent sure he just caught you openly gawking at him. but for some reason, something in his throaty cough and his inability to meet your unwavering gaze, makes it seems as though the feeling is mutual and oddly reciprocated anyway.

“maybe consider taking a photo, darling. it lasts longer.” childe snickers lightly when he sees you scoff at him with flushed cheeks. so sure, the cruel asshole was stupidly attractive and he clearly knew it. and sure, you may have stared at him for a tad too long this time…still! you could admit he was handsome, but you couldn’t bear to accept the fact that you were somehow, and perhaps almost impossibly, in love with such an arrogant and deceitful man. “i was kidding! jeez, don’t get all sensitive on me again. anyways, where were we…”

but you’ve probably never considered the fact that perhaps the reason why childe was so intent on flirting with you, was due to the fact that he had accidentally harbored some romantic emotions towards you as well. he’s normally good at getting to know girls and forming relationships with them, since you had always been more challenging than the rest, as well as difficult to get to open up. and although you’ve made it perfectly clear in your intentions that you would never even think about dating an utter jerk like him, he likes to think that the brief moment of vulnerability in your previously flustered state, gives him at least a sliver of a chance.

“you’re staring awfully hard, shrimp. it’s like you’re in love with me or something.” itto winks in a cheesy manner when he sees you come back to your senses — because the thought that pops in your mind processes as a concept that’s outrageous and utterly absurd. him? please. you’d be insane to want someone as terribly reckless and brute as him. but his horns are adorable, his face is oddly endearing, and deep down he’s actually some kind of silly, big and caring baby towards the people he cares about, including you… “you’re staring again.”

you’re not staring, you emphasize it to him again. you can still hear him right now, how he’s busy rambling about the irodori festival, and you’re too pre-occupied with drowning in his apricot-hued irises to discern how he slyly asks you to accompany him while visiting the merriment held in ritou. all you could do was nod at his request in stupor — and end up chastising yourself over and over later in the night, for carelessly falling for glazed orange eyes and that boisterous man who had walked you home with that stupidly victorious grin that evening.

Is It Wrong To Take Lunch To The Local Psycho Chalk-Man Living In The Mountains After Naming My Vagina Mondstadt?

crossposted from my ao3, albedossecretdiary

cw: very light angst, smut, dacryphilia, praise kink, dumbification, breeding, possessiveness, slight dubcon, semi-public sex, public sex, forced pregnancy (there’s no consent for him to cum inside and he wants you to get pregnant but he’s infertile so idk if it still counts)

a/n: italics my beloved (*´︶`*) this is very bad it’s literally just the product of a 2am brain dump!!

The day started just like any other day would. You woke to the usual sounds of the camp bustling around early in the morning. Somebody had made breakfast — the smell wafted into your tent and woke you up a little more. Speaking of food, today was Saturday, the day you trekked up to Albedo’s camp in the mountains and stayed for two days, researching as much as you could. After all, it wasn’t every day you could have access to the material and mind of a genius like him. You always tried to make the most of your time there, soaking up as much knowledge as you could before you had to go back for another five days.

Though, it had been a lot easier to focus before you’d started wondering what Albedo’s hair would feel like…soft, probably. And it was a harmless passing thought, until you latched onto it and didn’t let it go.

Speaking of soft, his skin looked soft as well. Maybe he used a special kind of cream…? You wouldn’t put it past him; he seemed like the type of man to take care of his body.

That was where the harmless part ended, though.

Thoughts are very fickle, you see, and sometimes even the most innocent thoughts about Albedo’s soft hair and skin can turn into wondering things like, you know, how big his dick was and all that. Definitely skipping a few steps, you were aware, but it couldn’t be helped. Curiosity was natural for humans; you’d studied that long and hard with Albedo.

“…what exactly are you doing?”

You jolted your head up to the sound of Iris’ voice, hands having stopped in the middle of packing ten bottles of water, “Oh, this? I’m going to see Albedo today, and water’s pretty essential so I —”

“No, you looked weird. Anyways, could you take this with you?” She handed you a softly glowing shard. “Orban found it and he wants Mister Albedo to have a look at it.”

“Oh, sure,” you cringed internally, making a mental note to reign your facial expressions in more when thinking about Albedo’s…skin.

Glancing up at the sky, you estimated that you had about an hour left before you should set out if you wanted to get there at noon. Now that you’d finished packing as much as you’d need for two days, you had to wait around for an hour. Maybe you could go over your notes from last time and prepare any materials you were able to carry.

Halfway into reviewing them, your thoughts strayed to the object of your affections once again. It was a little childish, but to be completely honest, it was fun having a crush like this again. Lighthearted and fun, but something that would never be anything other than that: a crush. As long as it didn’t get in the way of your work with him, you could continue as you’d been until it passed.

Although it did make you feel a little guilty knowing you were thinking about him in that way without him being aware.

You drew your attention back to the papers spread in front of you. It sure was boring waiting around, and time was passing much too slowly for your liking.

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to go a little early today?

Deciding on this, you threw on your jacket and grabbed your pack, saying goodbye to Iris before heading out towards the path to his camp. You passed Joel on the way who was sitting at his usual spot, looking glumly at the mountain. Usually he would remind you to keep and eye out for his dad, but he’d been silent about it for a while. Maybe it had something to do with that new guild member who’d passed through the other day. You could clearly remember the two of them talking.

Turning your attention to the broken bridge, you picked up the spare plank everyone used to cross it until it could be fixed. Gingerly you made your way across it, continuing your journey up the mountain.

Running past a spare hilichurl or two, you made it to the crossroads and broken bridge number two. It wasn’t hard to cross that one, and Albedo’s camp was just ahead. As you rounded the corner, you saw a golden glow shining out of the mouth of his cave.

You’d never seen this before…could it be a new experiment he was working on?

The first thing you noticed was Albedo slumped over his desk in and uncomfortable position on his back.

“Albedo, what’s happening?” You rushed to his side to see what exactly was wrong. Obviously he was in a lot of pain, judging by his ragged breathing and flushed face.

He jolted away from you, holding his hand out in front of him as if to keep you away, opening his mouth to tell you something but no words came out.

You stepped away from him to give him some space, as he seemed to want, “Is there…anything I can do?”

“L-listen,” he managed to choke out hoarsely. “Run to Mondstadt and don’t look back —” Again, he convulsed and his hands went up to grasp his throat. “Warn everyone you meet that I —“ His face twisted into a pained expression, beads of sweat running down his jaw, “Warn everyone to run. Tell Jean to protect them f-from —“ He shuddered and the star at his throat glowed even brighter, able to be seen through his hands.

Albedo’s eyes went wide, “K-klee!” He took a hurried step forward but instead stumbled and dropped to his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Take her far away from here…please…”

This was so unlike his usually calm and collected persona. From what you’d gathered, Albedo had done something — and whatever it was, it was very dangerous. You could take a guess as to what it could be, and a million questions were racing through your mind but you figured actions would be a lot more effective than words right now. Your mission was to warn everyone, and protect Klee. Questions could come afterward.

Albedo didn’t seem to have anything else to say, too busy choking himself on the floor.

“…I don’t know what’s going on, but I hope we can fix this, Albedo.”

And you rushed straight out of there, back down the path you’d come, and into the camp to warn everyone.

In your head, at least.

Before you could even process what was going on, you were thrown into the research table, head hitting the side.

What?

An empty glass fell off the end of the table and shattered on a stray stone, startling you back to reality

Albedo had caged you against the desk, your back pressed hard against the wood as you dazedly looked up at him.

Was this really Albedo?

A glow emitted from his skin, the diamond at his throat nearly blinding. Jagged golden lines ran up his arms, neck and the sides of his face. But it wasn’t any of these that really caught your attention — it was his eyes. They no longer had their soft look; they were a sharp, glowing blue, filled with something very foreboding.

An expressionless look formed over his face, momentarily washed away by a pleading expression, “Run!” He begged. “Please!”

His entire body twitched and it was gone in a second, though, replaced by a look that drilled into your very soul and trapped you in place. His hands that held yours trailed to your shoulders and held them down.

You could barely move, and you were rapidly becoming more and more aware of the placement of his crotch.

Albedo tightened his grip on your shoulders and again, his expression changed. This time, however, his voice carried a different quality.

“Tell me to stop…” His hands were shaky — almost as if he was trying to hold himself back — as he pulled you into his lap. Before you could even try to predict what he did next, his hips jerked up into yours. A jolt coursed through your body, and, embarrassingly enough, almost forced you to let out the most embarrassing sound. You brought your hand to your mouth to muffle anything, and you felt your face heat up.

Albedo’s eyes fluctuated between his usual colour and the unnaturally bright blue, which caused him to have a strange, blank expression. It was hard to look him in the eyes, but when you did, his blank expression seemed more intense than ever, and whatever attitude he’d had before completely dissipated.

Worst of all, it was…exciting.

And not in the “having fun” way, either.

However, there was something off; you could tell this wasn’t exactly him anymore. A colder air settled around him, and whatever had been holding him back earlier was gone. A trickle of fear ran down your spine at this prospect, and you realized you knew barely anything about what was happening.

“…I can’t hold this back anymore…” he muttered under his breath, so very quiet you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

“What’d you say…?”

“You wouldn’t know the pain. The agony of never being sure when you’ll inevitably lose control and destroy something dear to your heart; the pain of knowing you’ll one day do something horrible beyond repair; the pain of always holding back, for others’ sake —” he paused to tilt your chin up. “But I can’t always be holding back like this, can I? Even now as we speak, the desire to ruin something is taking me over.”

“…it’s who I truly am; a selfish, reckless monster who can only think of himself. I only ever think of myself; I only ever want to take things for myself.”

Bringing your chin to rest on his shoulder, he whispered directly into your ear, “And I want to take you. I want to ruin you, taint you until you only think of me. And you’ll be mine alone; nobody will ever have you but me.”

“Why me?” You whispered, hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear the shakiness of your voice or sense how incredibly turned on you were at that moment.

“Because you’re so absolutely perfect. A masterful creation; so beautifully crafted I was surprised nobody had already taken you for themselves.”

Albedo’s deft hands trailed all the way down to your thighs to gently spread them apart, “You don’t know how hard it is for me. When you found me, I was about to do something devastating. Somehow, you stopped me,” right past the hem of your panties his hand went, stopping just before your clit. “But the desire to destroy is still strong. I’m not going to be gentle,” His lips found their way to your neck and down, down they went, resting on your clothed nipple.

Your words were cut off by him lifting you up and placing you on the table. The strange blue light was returning to his eyes, having dulled considerably while talking with you. His actions held more desperation now, hastily removing your bottoms and panties in quick succession.

His ragged breathing had returned, and his face rested in between your thighs, looking expectantly up at you for permission. You gave a small nod and averted your eyes, unable to watch while he went down on you like he was starving.

He spread your legs wider so he could slip a finger inside easier, and he placed a gentle kiss on your clit before pushing another finger in, slowly scissoring them inside to stretch you out a little. You kept a hand over your mouth so nothing would slip out, but it was proving to be a harder task than you’d thought. He curled them up just right and your eyes squeezed shut, clenching down on his fingers as a jolt of pleasure shot through you. A third finger provided an added stretch, but the slight burn felt nice. His fingers reached farther than you’d ever reached with your own hands, causing you to need both hands to brace yourself on the table.

“Mmmf —” you muffled your whimper by biting down on your lips, falling apart as his fingers and tongue worked to bring you closer and closer to an orgasm. He repeatedly dragged back against that spot, again and again and again, until you could feel the pressure building in the lower parts of your stomach and you were sure the most embarrassing noises fell out of your mouth; you wouldn’t be able to tell. You were too far gone to think about anything besides how his fingers felt inside of you, and how his tongue sucked on your clit all to bring you closer to your peak — until he stopped. Whining, you peeked through your eyes to see him sucking his fingers clean and hastily undoing his pants with the other hand.

Flipping you over so your stomach was on the desk, Albedo breathily asked one more time, “Are you sure?”

“I’m…I’m sure.”

And he slowly slipped inside you, your cunt stretching to accommodate him. He whimpered, desperately trying to be a little gentler for even just a moment — you deserved so much better than this, but right now he couldn’t give you much of anything besides his uncontrolled passion.

He let you adjust to his size for a minute, attentive to your every gasp and cry. It was a lot harder than he’d thought it would be, especially when every single cell in his body screamed at him to just claim, mark, to be the only one to ever see you like this — he involuntarily jerked his hips up and nearly came when he heard you moan.

He didn’t hold back after that, thrusting at a fast pace and watching as your hands gripped anything they could while you let out the most heavenly sounds. The sloppy sounds coming from where you were connected were downright lewd.

In a completely unexpected gesture, he lifted you up to press his back against your chest firmly. Why would he —

The ground began rumbling underneath your feet, important vials and books falling off their shelves to smash on the ground. Flowers bloomed in lines all along the walls, and it would’ve been beautiful if the walls didn’t start crumbling to golden dust. You really had no choice but to hold onto him and hope nothing would fall on the two of you. All while this was happening, he kept up his brutal pace, maybe even going faster, causing you to gasp out, “A…albedo…! We shouldn’t b-be so exposed like this —,” a particularly hard thrust forced an obscene moan from you. “Someone could see us…!”

Albedo’s voice sounded right next to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine, “Do you think I care? Let them see. Let them know who you belong to. Scream, and tell them who you belong to, now.”

He never let up, arms wrapped around your midsection, holding you against him as your thoughts began to turn to mush; his fingers slipping to your mouth to open your pliant lips.

“Hmm? Why get shy now? You had no problems screaming my name a moment ago. Go on; tell them. Tell them who’s ruining your sweet little cunt. Let them know the one making you feel this good. Tell them.”

It seemed impossible, but his pace increased further, causing your whimpers to get louder and more drawn-out.

“A…albedo…”

“Louder,” he crooned. “I can’t hear you.”

“Albedo!”

You could feel the pressure building again, much faster than the last time, “Albedo…Albedo…! Please…please…pleasepleasepleaseplease…!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for at this point, you just let whatever slip out of your mouth. Tears tracked down your checks and drool slipped out the sides of your mouth. “P-please!”

He watched as your pussy sucked him in again and again, groaning at the sight, “I’m going to cum, darling…I’ll cum inside you…breed you until you’re stuffed so full with my cum you can’t even remember your own name.”

Unable to comprehend anything other than his thick cock ramming in and out of you, you nodded vigorously, cunt clenching hard around him.

“Albedo…I’m cumming…I’m cumming —!” Your eyes rolled back into your head and you clenched hard, pulsating around him. He continued thrusting into you, nearly reaching his peak himself. Overstimulation began to seep into you, fresh tears trailing down your cheeks.

He threw his head back and moaned as he came, fucking his cum into you as far as it could go.

“S-stoooop… ’s too much..!” You whimpered pathetically in his arms, squirming weakly.

“No. It’s never enough. Never…I need more. I want more. I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum until it’s the only thing you’ll be able to think about. I’m going to mark you until everyone knows that the only one who cums inside of you is me. We’ll…create life,” His words didn’t seem to fully register with him until his eyes widened, like he’d made a groundbreaking discovery. “I’m going to breed your sweet little cunt so full you’ll have to have a baby.”

By now he’d already fucked you through two orgasms and was rushing you towards a third. Overstimulating himself in the process, his hands gripped your hips harshly. Tears were streaking down your face and leaving tracks as the constant stimulation turned your mind to complete mush.

You were so out of it you barely noticed him rolling you over again so you were on your back.

His eyes made contact with yours, admiring the expressions your face made.

“Beautiful…” he whispered. “So beautiful,” his second orgasm was fast approaching, he could feel it.

“Look at me, darling,” he pressed your legs up against your chest, knees reaching beside your forehead. “You’re mine. Only mine, forever. You are mine. Say it,” he commanded, eyes blazing.

“I…” you gasped out, “I’m yours, Albedo!”

He came with a loud whine, burying his cock so deep inside he brushed your cervix. For the second time, a warmth flooded inside you and your head lolled back, eyes nearly closing.

You both leaned back to catch your breath, Albedo catching his first and looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

“Let’s relocate, we still have much to do.”

“Wha —!” You wailed as he whisked you off, away from the rubble that was once his camp.

~

Jean and Kaeya burst around the corner, shock filling their eyes as they stared at the rubble.

“What happened here…?”

protective Dan Heng

ruikasa thing i had to get out of my brain somehow

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

-> pairing: aether x reader

requested? yes .. no

cw: nsfw ( minors dni ), dumbification, dacryphilia, edging if you squint, multiple orgasms, sir k., no prep, ahegao, degrading, begging

please note this has not been proofread and there may be grammatical and spelling errors.

as a member of the knights of favonius, you knew about the "hotshot" of the knights. kaeya's stories about him made you excited. lisa said they were a 'cutie', and you knew then and there you had to try them out.

you asked jean to call them to her office, telling her it was important. she did so, assuming you were just excited to meet the new honorary member. as he arrives, jean takes her leave, allowing the two of you to have some 'private time' together.

"so, has kaeya told you about my endurance training?" it was a genuine question. you had 'trained' some of the knights, and you wondered if any of them had taken the time to warn him.

"no." aether's reply was curt, firm. you licked your lips, he would be fun to break. in a swift motion your lips were on his, savouring his taste. you forced your tongue onto his, exploring his wet cavern whilst you hear him moan. as you pull away, he opens his mouth to retort, but you pinned his body against the desk.

"this can go one of two ways, aether. either you make this easy for me, or i can some fun trying to break you," you tease, lifting his shirt to play with his nipples.

"f-fuck off..." he moans, trying to push you off of him. "don't touch me."

"your body seems to say otherwise," you reply slyly. "i can see your erection through your pants. you're suck a whore."

hearing aether pant as he struggles to get you off of him eggs you on further. you get onto your knees, slipping his pants down as you take his throbbing erection into your mouth.

"st-stop, please..." he moans, but his body betrays him as he bucks his hips into your touch. "we shouldn't be doing this... i don't want this."

you ignore him, feeling him hit the back of your throat. the high-pitched, breathy moan he releases as you do so is palatable, satisfactory. "stop... if you keep doing that, i'm- ah- m'gonna cum!"

as those words leave him mouth, you stop. he whines, placing a hand in your hair as he begs you with his eyes to continue to suck him off. you chuckle, turning him around and forcing yourself inside.

"s-sir, fuck!" it stings, you weren't even fully in and yet you were still hitting his prostrate. "i-it hurts... please stop..~"

"let's see how long it takes for you to cum, hotshot." and without warning, you're thrusting in and out of him. his ass clenches around you as he screams out slurred yeses and fucks. sloppy tears are falling from his eyes as he feels himself cumming, velvet walls clenching tightly around you as he reaches his orgasm.

"that's not very long," you tease. "you still need a lot of training, but don't worry. that's what i'm here for." listenimg to his incomprehensible, slurred babbles arouses you to no end. "listen to you, such a whore. being so slutty when you asked me to stop before."

"hah ~ s-sir! fuck me harder, please! feels, hnng, feels so good!" you do as he asks, speeding up your pace as you feel his walls clench around you again. "yesh, m'gonna- m'gonna cum!"

you stop, and aether whimpers as you smack.his ass. "why'd you stop..."

"you asked me to. if you want me to fuck you, beg for it. tell me how much a whore like you wants my cock," you tease, thrusting into him and watching as he arches his back.

"please, sir fuck me. i want you pound me with your cock, please~ destroy me, fuck me so hard i can't walk. milk me dry, please. i need it."

before he can say anything else, you're pounding him into oblivion. his face is pressed into the desk, and he's crying out your name repeatedly like it's some sort of holy mantra. saliva is dripping down his chin as his tongue lolls out, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"m'gonna cum! fuck yeah~ pound my ass, sir!" aether screams out as you constantly hit his prostrate, feeling his orgasm wash over him as he cums again. his hole clamps down on you, pushing you over the edge as you cum inside him, filling him with your seed.

"i expect to see you here tomorrow," you coo, but aether's mind is long gone.