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GAMES I LIKE---

❄️ Our Life: Beginnings & Always ❄️ Our Life: Now & Forever ❄️ Genshin impact ❄️ Stardew Valley ❄️ Minecraft ❄️ A Date With Death ❄️ A Date With Death 2: REMNANTS ❄️ Love&Deepspace ❄️ Obey Me!: One Master to Rule Them All ❄️ Obey Me!: Nightbringer ❄️ Ikemen Sengoku: Romance Across Time ❄️ Ikemen Vampire: Temptation in the Dark ❄️ Ikemen Prince: Beauty and Her Beast ❄️ Ikemen Villains: Wrapped in Wicked Romance ❄️ WolfQuest ❄️ Killer Chat! ❄️ Cupid's Chatroom ❄️ The Kid at the Back ❄️ 14 Days With You

SERIES/SHOWS/MOVIES I LIKE----

❄️ Life Series ❄️ HermitCraft ❄️ Vampires SMP ❄️ Jujutsu Kaisen ❄️ Demon Slayer ❄️ K-POP Demon Hunters ❄️ ERASED ❄️ Yuri!!! on Ice ❄️ The Owl House ❄️ Cherry Magic! ❄️ The Summer Hikaru Died

BOOKS I LIKE-----

❄️ Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson ❄️ Get Over It, April Evans by Ashley Herring Berker ❄️ Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow ❄️ How to Make Friends with the Dark by Kathleen Glasgow ❄️ You'd Be Home Now by Kathleen Glasgow ❄️ The Glass Girl by Kathleen Glasgow ❄️ Five Survive by Holly Jackson ❄️ Not Quite Dead Yet by Holly Jackson ❄️ A Matter of Days by Amber Kizer ❄️ One of Us is Lying Trilogy by Karen M. McManus ❄️ Two Can Keep a Secret by Karen M. McManus ❄️ The Cousins by Karen M. McManus ❄️ You'll Be the Death of Me by Karen M. McManus ❄️ Nothing More to Tell by Karen M. McManus ❄️ Such Charming Liars by Karen M. McManus ❄️ Last Star Burning by Caitlin Sangster ❄️ No Escape by Maren Stoffels ❄️ Next Time Will Be Our Turn by Jesse Q. Sutanto

currently reading: They Never Learn by Layne Fargo.

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I purposefully left Wanderer's a bit ambiguous since he strikes me as a character who'd be indifferent to having children, but his choice of actually having them would depend on where he is in his life. So yes, abortion is implied as an option in Wanderer's. I thought these texts would be a little boring if they all had the same reaction of "yes we're going to be parents!!" so that's why Wanderer's is written that way. You're free to interpret for yourself whether he and his reader decided to go through with having a baby.

"Astoria!"

In the midst of my daydreaming as I sat behind the counter at the bookstore, the jingle of the door and a voice calling my name snapped my attention. I looked up and spotted a man and a woman entering — both looking at me with cheerful grins, like they were friendly with me. But my mind blanked on any recognition of them. Regardless, I stood up and greeted them both with a smile, "Hey, you two. Are you here for something?"

The man — a tall fellow with messy black hair and striking blue eyes — spoke to me first, "Not really. Rosalyne and I just wanted to tell you we got engaged!" He announced as he proudly held up his and his fiancée's intertwined hands, giving me a view of the gorgeous ring he'd bought for her. The excitement in both their faces was almost infectious, and I put on a surprised but pleased face as I pretended to admire the ring.

The woman, Rosalyne, — kind of short with red hair and brown eyes — shyly stepped forward and held an envelope out to me as she spoke in a gentle voice, "…As thank you for giving Samuel the recommendation on where to propose, we wanted to invite you to our wedding. It'll be this autumn." I blinked, but still accepted the envelope from her hands and that was when it finally clicked in my head.

'These two must be regulars from the tavern.' I thought. In the mornings, I helped my father manage his bookstore but in the afternoons, I was a waitress at the local tavern. That was my real job, I suppose. And being a tavern waitress meant people knew me, recognized me, asked for my advice on their affairs. Alcohol really made lips loose sometimes. In more ways than one.

I gave the pair a warm smile and held the envelope close to my chest, "Thank you so much, and I'm so pleased to hear it worked out for you both."

Pleased with my response, Samuel and Rosalyne shared one more eager grin with each other and began to head towards the door. But not before Samuel tossed one more — "Thank you again, Astoria! We hope to see you at the event. Happy Foundation Day!" The jingle that followed confirmed their departure and I relaxed my smile with a sigh.

I acted excited for the couple's sake, but truthfully? I wasn't even sure I'd actually attend their wedding. It was just another routine at this point. I've lost count of how many love stories I played a small role in, either by giving advice or listening to drunken rants and sob stories. It was almost like everyone around me, especially those my age, were courting, getting into relationships, and even planning out weddings.

Yet here I was: 26 years old, unmarried, and with no courtship or relationship to speak of. Most women my age would be freaking out about still being single, and there were some men who'd consider me too old. I couldn't find it in me to care, though. This was the life I chose, and I'd given up on the fantasy of true love or a happy marriage years ago. It was unrealistic, the kind of stuff you'd only find in romance novels — not that I'd ever admit to reading those.

My attention was broken from my reverie and drawn to the front door when I heard that familiar jingle once more. And this time, a face I did recognize walked in — my long time friend Rio. He was wearing a friendly smile as he called out a "Hello!" into the store.

"Hey Rio," I greeted with a small, genuine smile. But the sound of my voice seemed to surprise him as he blinked, and looked over at me with confusion etched across his face. I watched as Rio glanced around the store, his gaze lingering on the door behind the counter before familiar blue eyes finally landed on me.

"Where's Mr. Akatsuki?" Rio asked. I was a bit surprised to hear he had come here looking for my father — normally whenever Rio decided to visit the shop, it was to see me. Not that I was disappointed, just a bit skeptical to his reasons. But perhaps this one had nothing to do with me.

I offered Rio an apologetic smile, "Sorry, he's not here at the moment, and he won't be back for a few days at least."

Rio's express fell and his shoulders drooped with disappointment, "He's out on another stock run?" he asked, and I nodded. For as long as I could remember, my father would always go on these stock runs for the bookstore every few months or so. The bookstore stocked all kinds of books in nearly every genre one could imagine, including books in different languages. That fact helped me a lot when he first took me in.

He sourced these books himself, traveling to different kingdoms in search of them. I remembered feeling anxious as a child when he'd leave, but he always left my care in trusted hands. And now that I'm older, he trusts me to run the bookstore in his absence. It's just become another staple of my life — another routine.

"Why are you looking for him anyway, Rio?" I asked, tilting my head. I could feel the skepticism burning in my chest. Rio never did anything without a reason, even if I found some of those reasons ridiculous. So I couldn't help my curiosity at why he'd suddenly break a habit.

Rio gave me a sheepish look, like a child who had been caught doing something they weren't supposed to. "I wanted to talk to Mr. Akatsuki about possibly taking a job here at the shop," he answered.

"Huh? A job here? But don't you already work for that construction firm?" I pushed. 'Hypocrite,' echoed in my mind. Who was I to question Rio on how many jobs he could work when I technically had two? Rio was reliable, likeable. If he thought he could handle it, it wasn't my place to tell him otherwise. But the question still slipped out.

Rio smiled and announced, "Oh I quit that one a few days ago."

I nodded slowly, "Right, you quit… wait, what?!" I exclaimed when his answer finally hit me and my next question slipped out too in a raised voice — "Why on earth would you quit, Rio?!"

Rio didn't appear phased in the slightest at the fact I'd just yelled at him. Instead, he walked over to the counter and smiled at me, "Because I belong to you. And because of that, I can't work for just anybody!" He said, as if it was the most simple thing in the entire world.

I bit back the annoyed sigh that wanted to escape me. This was a habit of Rio's that I wished he would break, as it had become a constant recently. Every couple months, in fact. He'd find a job, work there for a bit, and then abruptly quit with the same nonsensical reason that he 'belonged' to me.

It'd been like this since we met three years ago, and while I was well aware of Rio's supposed feelings for me… I only wished he'd eventually get a grip. Stop chasing a fairytale with me and instead go live life for himself. 'Life is too short to chase impossible fantasies. You'll only end up heartbroken, Rio,' I thought. Yet I couldn't bring myself to abandon him either.

I took a deep breath and crossed my arms as I gazed at him, "Is that just your way of saying you won't tell me the real reason you quit?"

"No, I'm very serious about this, Astoria!" he insisted, but then he let out a sigh, "Geez, can't believe you're both working during a festival though. Like father like daughter, I guess," He commented, an exasperated look on his face but the teasing glint in his eyes told me there was no real venom behind his words.

I knew he had a point. Today was Foundation Day, a festival meant to celebrate the founding of Rhodolite, yet I just treated it the same as any other day. I'd never tell Rio, but I just didn't feel right celebrating this holiday.

I scoffed playfully at him, "At least I'm able to keep a job, Rio."

Rio just shrugged off my taunt. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but a flicker of recognition in his eyes made him stop and he looked directly at me once more. "With Mr. Akatsuki off on another trip, how long are you planning to keep the bookstore open today, Astoria?" he asked.

I relaxed, and just shrugged a bit, "Probably a little bit after noon. I know it's five hours earlier than usual but my boss at the tavern asked me to come in sooner today," I answered, then gave a slight smile, "You know how it is. People drink more during festivals and holidays."

Instead of joking about my tavern schedule cutting into our hang out time like Rio normally would, he gave me a confused look. "Shouldn't you be preparing to close up shop then? It's past noon," he informed me.

'Shit! I lost track of time?!' A horrified feeling filled my chest as I processed Rio's words. The day had been slow so I guess I had zoned out for longer than I intended to earlier, and time just slipped by. I rushed out from behind the counter but when I glanced outside, there wasn't enough time to close up shop and make it to the tavern before I'd be completely late for my shift.

'Come on, Astoria… Think!' I tried not to panic, but then my gaze drifted to Rio — who was still standing by the counter and now looking at me with worry — and an idea popped into my head.

"Rio, would you mind watching the shop for the rest of the day…? If you manage well on your own, I'll put in a good word about you getting that job here," I offered, praying he'd agree — though I knew he would. Rio never said no to me the few times I asked him of anything. Offering the recommendation was purely for me, so I wouldn't feel like I was just taking advantage of him.

Rio grinned, giving me a huge thumbs up and a playful wink, "No worries, Astoria! Your future husband has this handled," he answered.

'In your dreams,' I thought as I rolled my eyes with an amused but exasperated smile. With a promise that I'd be back later to close up for the night, I put my hair up and rushed out the door towards the tavern.

I had made it to the tavern a little past the time my shift was supposed to start, but my boss wasn't too angry. Knowing him, I'd likely have a small cut taken out of my next paycheck over this. Not like I made a lot of money to begin with.

The tavern was still quiet for the moment. A few patrons sat scattered at tables, but none of the usual heavy drinkers had come in yet. They were still likely perusing the merchant stalls and enjoying other festival activities with their families and friends. I probably could've done that with Rio if I just got over my pride and took the day off, but instead I stood at the bar — occupying myself with wiping it clean for later tonight.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKIN' GOIN'!"

A sudden shout from outside echoed into the nearly-empty dining room of the tavern. My hand stilled, and I glanced in the direction of the commotion. From a window next to the door, I could see a man harassing what appeared to be a woman and a child on the street. Unease building in my gut, I put down the rag I'd been cleaning with and stepped closer to the window.

My body tensed as I got a better look of the scene. The child was on the pavement, trying to stifle his cries, and the woman had placed herself in-between the crying child and the man — seemingly trying to defuse the conflict. She was on her knees to console the child but looking up at the man and there were books scattered on the ground. I could only assume she had dropped them when she rushed to the child's defense.

But the man was red in the face, and it was a familiar flush I recognized. '…Must be an early day drinker. He looks wasted,' I thought. There was no way he was hearing a single word that woman spoke. In all my years working at the tavern, I knew that well. Men like that get a little too much liquor in their blood and suddenly every word anyone says to them goes in one ear and out the other.

Without another moment's hesitation, I rushed out of the tavern and headed towards the commotion, calling out as I did so — "Pardon me, sir, ma'am. What's going on here? Why are we shouting in the streets?" I tried to keep my tone calm, but level and firm. Drunks were often unreasonable, and you couldn't give them any ground to think they got one over on you.

At the sound of my voice, both the drunk man and the woman looked at me. The woman opened her mouth to speak but the drunkard shouted before her — "This little punk bumped into me n' I told 'im to apologize but this stupid bitch just had to stick her nose in others' business!" As he slurred his words, he gestured to the woman, and she flashed him an indignant look.

When I got a better look at the woman up close, I recognized her — long black hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a little beauty mark on her chin. She was a regular at my father's bookstore and one of the few customers who indulged his long chatter. I never caught her name, but she was polite. Sweet, even. And hearing this pathetic drunkard call her such disrespectful words all because she stopped to help a child infuriated me.

I took a deep breath, calming myself before I faced the drunkard directly. "Sir, it's just a child. Him bumping into you was an accident, and this woman merely came over to check everything was okay," I spoke, keeping my tone careful, "Let's just call it a day and forget this whole thing, alright?"

I had tried to keep my calm and hoped this would be one of those times that that was enough to get through to him, but it only seemed to anger him more. The drunkard sneered at me and hissed, "Shut your mouth, you stupid whore! You don't know a damn thing so why don't you mind your fuckin' business?!"

'"Stupid whore"?!' Disbelief and anger flooded over me at the crude words he'd called me, and I felt my carefully crafted calm slipping from my grasp. Right before I could shout back at him, I saw him raise his hand as if to hit me but another hand came out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist — holding him firm in place.

"That's enough of that," spoke the man I hadn't even seen walk up, his gaze fixed on the drunkard. I looked over at him, surprised. He was tall with a decent build, dressed in a simple black dress shirt tucked into matching black slacks, with dark brown hair that almost framed his face like a lion's mane but with bangs and sharp amber eyes.

The man gave the drunkard a disapproving look, and I saw the drunk wince as if he had squeezed his wrist harder. "Instead of harassing women and children, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" the well-built man challenged. Then, he suddenly grinned, "In fact, I'll take you on myself. Sound fair?"

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A is for aftercare: What're they like after sex?

🧪 Aftercare is a requirement, not a choice with Albedo. No matter what sort of sexual 'experimentation' he'd just subjected you to, you can always bet he's gonna take complete care of you after — regardless of whether it be a warm bath, a snack and a drink, or a simple cleanup followed by sleepy cuddles. He's got it handled <3

B is for body part: What is their favorite part of their partner's body?

🧪 Your hands. Holding hands is such a small, subtle act of intimacy and Albedo loves it. All of it. Holding hands as you walk through the city or when conducting research in Dragonspine, a quick squeeze of your intertwined fingers as a method of comfort or saying "I'm here," any way he can feel the warmth of your palm against his… it fills his chest with a special warmth.

C is for Cum: Any headcanons related to cum?

🧪 There's something about cum that… intrigues Albedo. From a purely scientific standpoint and in regard to the study of biological lifeforms, of course! It is a more natural, less artificial way, to create life, after all. He totally doesn't have a fixation on it or fantasize about getting to cum inside you raw.

D is for dirty secret: What's one dirty secret of theirs?

🧪 This mainly applies to if Albedo's partner has a uterus and is capable of getting pregnant — but in regards to his totally-not fixation on cum… There's a part of him that's curious about how many similarities there are between an average male human's body and his homunculus body. Is his cum the same as male human's? Is he fertile enough to impregnate you? Only an… 'experiment' would conclude the answers to such questions. But Albedo has yet to bring it up due to certain possible 'side effects' of such an act and he doesn't think any time soon is appropriate.

E is for experience: How experienced are they, and do they know what they're doing?

🧪 Experienced? Absolutely not. Albedo is experienced in a lot of things, especially after such a long life so far, but sex and relationships are not on that list. You're probably the first person he's ever been so closely intimate with, both physically and emotionally. But Albedo is an alchemist, and there's only so much books can teach you so conducting experiments to learn new things by trial and error is his forte by now. Will you be his willing helper in this endeavor?

F is for favorite position: What's their favorite position for doing the deed?

🧪 Any position where he can both see your face and hold your hand is guaranteed to be a favorite for Albedo. He doesn't care if he's looking up or down at you, he just wants to be able to feel the warmth of your intertwined fingers and watch as your expressions contort with pleasure.

G is for goofy: How humorous or serious are they during the act?

🧪 Albedo isn't really the type to crack jokes during sex. He's more focused on the ins and outs of your body. Though if you were the type to crack jokes yourself, Albedo won't hold back a smile.

H is for hair: How well groomed are they below, do the carpets match the drapes?

🧪 Albedo keeps himself neat, but he doesn't care much for what little hair there is on his body in the first place. It's not entirely noticeable, due to his own pale complexion and him having blond hair. But how neat he keeps himself below is probably up to your preference. If you prefer him bare, then he'll shave it all off. But if you're the type to prefer happy trails… he may only trim a little.

I is for intimacy: How are they during the act on the romantic aspect?

🧪 He tries. I know the general fandom consensus is Albedo is smooth and flirtatious, but his voice lines say he struggles with maintaining social relationships so I'm gonna say he's actually a bit awkward on the emotional intimacy aspect. To him, it's one thing to hold your hand, cuddle, kiss, and worship your body — it's another entirely to verbally express his love, to say out loud how he's feeling and what he thinks during such a vulnerable moment. You may need to coax it out of him.

J is for jack-off: Do they masturbate and if so, how often?

🧪 I'm going to give this one a tentative no. Albedo doesn't really have a high sex drive in the first place, if he has one at all, so he likely doesn't bother with self-pleasure — let alone on a frequent basis.

K is for kinks: What sort of kinks would they be into?

🧪 I've been trying to not so subtly at all hint this entire time that Albedo would likely have a breeding kink or some kind of interest that borders on it. It's less about conceiving a child for him (not that he'd be opposed if you're both up for it), more about just trying to figure out if he can. He'll tell himself that it's purely experimental but seeing you stuffed with his cum ignites a certain heat inside him.

🧪 Albedo would also be into sensory deprivation. For himself or you, well that's up to your preferences, isn't it? He finds it thrilling — taking away one sense to heighten another during moments of passion and the trust it would require to indulge in such vulnerability.

L is for location: What is their favorite place (or places) to engage in the act?

🧪 Albedo isn't picky and he's always down for a new 'experiment' or adventure (within reason). So I wouldn't say he has a "favorite" location, more like there are some spots he just gravitates to more often than not. Of course he's comfortable making love in bed but there are some days where he'd be down to fuck in his office at the Favonius Headquarters. Or even at his little encampment on Dragonspine. Beggars can't always be choosers.

M is for motivation: What turns them on or gets them in the mood?

🧪 Albedo doesn't really have 'turn-ons'. Of course he'll find his partner attractive but he views most things through a scientific lens so skin is just that. Skin. He unfortunately won't pop a boner just because you wore certain clothing (or lack thereof) around him. What would turn on Albedo is directness. Tell him exactly what you want or touch him however you please and you might just see this genius fold.

N is for no: What's something that'd be an immediate turn-off or refusal from them?

🧪 The real question is what isn't a refusal from Albedo? I believe he'd be down to try anything at least once, even just to determine that neither you nor him are all that into it. After all in an experiment, just because the idea of testing something makes you nervous doesn't mean you should cut it from the data set… Just take the necessary safety precautions ;)

O is for oral: Do they prefer to give or receive, and when giving how skilled are they?

🧪 There's a sadistic part of Albedo that just loves to watch you fall apart at his hands, so he's a giver every time. Whether it be his hands or his mouth, watching your fucked out face and knowing he was the cause just fills him with satisfaction. Oh, but he won't refuse if you want to return the favor. What kind of partner would he be if he didn't let you indulge in such satisfaction too?

P is for pace: Are they slow and sensual or fast and rough?

🧪 It really depends on the circumstances that led to the act. If you're testing out something new in bed, then the pace will be whatever feels most natural then. If not, then I imagine Albedo's default would be slow but deep — just trying to be as close physically and emotionally as possible. However, if rough is what you would be prefer then he'd be willing to oblige.

Q is for quickie: What's their opinion on quickies?

🧪 Albedo doesn't hate or love quickies, he's just… indifferent? Of course he prefers to take all the time necessary to leave you both thoroughly satisfied, but if it's what you want or if you don't have much time then he'll indulge.

R is for risk: Are they open to experiment in bed, even if it's risky?

🧪 Is that a genuine question? As stated before, Albedo is a scientist and that, unfortunately, makes up the bulk of his personality. Nerds tend to be like that. Anyway, the answer is yes. He's willing to try anything in bed at least once, including some of the riskier or more "extreme" kinks. He'll give you a safe word, don't worry.

S is for stamina: How many rounds can they go for and for how long?

🧪 It's common knowledge to those closest to Albedo that he's a homunculus, and that would likely translate to his performance in bed and there's probably some freak reading this right now expecting me to give an outrageous number as the answer to this (yeah I see you 🫵) but at the end of the day, Albedo is still a living being so he's got to have some limitations.

🧪 I imagine how long he lasts would heavily depend on how his day has gone by the time you proposition him. If it's been a long, stressful day — the kind that depletes even his energy — then you can expect one, slow round max. Maybe two. if you're both up for it. But if it's on a day where Albedo has a lot of energy or is interested in testing out something new during sex…? I'll pray for you.

T is for toys: Do they own toys? If so, would they use them on themself or a partner?

🧪 With everything else said about Albedo so far, why would the answer be no? Assuming toys of that nature exist in Teyvat (maybe he invented some), he would absolutely own them and use them. On you, primarily. But if you want to use some on him, he won't refuse. What kind of toys would that be? …I'll leave it to your imagination.

U is for unfair: How much do they like to tease?

🧪 Albedo is an absolute tease, but it's more in his words and less in his actions. If you approach him during the workday to proposition him, he'll tease you for being too impatient to wait until after work while actively looking for a secluded space or taking you up to his office to lock the door. If you beg him to hurry up during sex, he'll tease you about being oh so needy while actively moving to give you what you want. Albedo will indulge your every whim… but not without poking a bit of fun. Affectionately, of course.

V is for volume: How loud do they get and what sort of noises do they make?

🧪 Albedo isn't particularly loud, but he's not completely silent during the act either. He'll obviously talk to you through it, either teasing or gentle guiding on what he's intending to do or straight up dirty talk. But when it comes to noises… he'd probably be the sort to grit his teeth with breathless, husky moans and grunts slipping out. But for the most part, I don't think he'd shut up during sex unless you forced him to.

W is for wild card: What's a wild card headcanon you have for them?

🧪 Is it a proper wild card headcanon if all I can think to say is Albedo wouldn't say no if you asked him to partake in a threesome? He doesn't strike me as the most possessive lover, and he'd probably just treat it as another experimental activity in bed. There'd also be a lot to learn from it, such as how would he feel seeing you with another person? If that other individual is male like Albedo, how would testing out double penetration feel? There's a ton you can test out with two people in bed but… even more possibilities are unlocked with a third.

🧪 Who would Albedo prefer as a third, in this hypothetical scenario? He's not a jealous or possessive partner but I can't imagine him as the type to bother with any relationship-based drama, so he would probably pick someone he trusts and would understand it was a one time thing and therefore not pursue either of you further… So Kaeya or Hat Guy.

X is for x-ray: Let's take a peek at what's going on underneath those clothes.

🧪 I imagine, due to his training as a knight and being Captain of the Investigation Unit of the Knights of Favonius, Albedo isn't ripped per say. Like sorry but there's no six pack abs around here — but he likely does have some decent muscle mass. No sleeper build, just like a bit of muscle on his body which gives him a more athletic frame that still fits his height.

🧪 And for the people who are here to get a peek at his cock, I'm sorry but he's not packing either. He's not tiny, just… average. Somewhere around the four and five inch range, perhaps a bit bigger when he's hard, and slender with a tiny bit of a curve.

Y is for yearning: How high is their sex drive?

🧪 Sex drive? Who's that? Albedo doesn't know them. Just kidding, kind of, but I don't picture Albedo as somebody with a high sex drive. Or a medium one. Obviously he's down if you want to as he never even really cared about sex until meeting you (demisexual Albedo, anyone?), but he rarely feels a urge himself. The only scenarios in which he would feel it is if it's been a long time since the last time and he's been missing you, or if he discovered something else he wants to try out in bed with you.

Z is for zzz: How fast do they fall asleep afterwards?

🧪 Unless he was bottoming and you just milked him dry, Albedo doesn't fall asleep too soon after. He'll stay awake long enough to clean you both up, maybe go for a quick shower, and then pull you in to cuddle before he lets himself fall asleep.

NOTES: Tighnari isn't on the table for W because Albedo knows his kind mate for life. And Cyno isn't on the table because Albedo thinks Cyno is Tighnari's mate for life. /hj

CHAPTERS:

1. In the Kingdom of Roses

2. Between Lion and Tiger

3. Captured by the Devil

4. The Eight Princes of Rhodolite

5. Belle's Covenant

6. Bloodstained

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