#sub!albedo

albedo:

gentle and pure, like freshly fallen snow. albedo isn't the most reactive by nature, and on top of that he's pretty good at holding his voice back if necessary, letting no more than a few hums and hitched breaths meet your ears. but when the pleasure overpowers his self-control and he does let out a moan for you, it’s pure heaven. his voice is so soft and sweet, he sounds every bit as delicate as he looks. when you take him slowly, he lets out airy sighs that make you eager to push him further and see what kind of noises you can coax out of him. when you go hard and fast, tiny little whimpers rise in the back of his throat that surprise the both of you. they build up higher and higher in pitch until anything he tries to say makes his voice crack and his cheeks heat up a bit.

albedo doesn't talk very much unless you prompt him to, but every now and then he catches you off guard with the most sinful, filthy plea for more. he does have a smart mouth after all, and he knows exactly how to beg with it while sounding as princely as ever. his curious nature never stops for even a second, so the entire time you're picking him apart, he's trying to study you too, so he can see what reactions of his turn you on the most. everything he does, right down the noises he allows himself to make, is all for approval. he's not very loud when he cums. rather, he chants out frantic little "ah ah ah"s when his high approaches, sucks in a sharp breath as he reaches his peak, then lets out a long, feather-light moan that's like music to your ears. it's rare to get an intense reaction out of him, but the way your name sounds on his soft-spoken lips more than makes up for it.

"use me," he breathes, quietly resolute. "i was made for you."

childe:

insanely vocal. not just in the sheer amount of sounds he makes, but verbally, too. childe is one to moan, whine, gasp, grunt, groan, whimper, and make every noise under the sun, all while trying to stutter out sentences in between because he can't keep his mouth shut to save his life. the more worked up he gets, the more he starts to babble, almost like a puppy wagging his tail in excitement. his attempts to tease you range from endearing to unbearable; usually in the form of throwing out weak, breathless taunts just so you can go harder and put him in his place. he makes it no secret when something feels good, and unless he's being a brat, he’s not ashamed to beg for you. even if his face starts to flush a little when he hears the pathetic noises coming out of him, childe gladly chases the pleasure you dangle in front of him, moaning and whimpering for you like a dog in heat.

he has a filthy way with words that drive the both of you wild, and the way you degrade him for sounding like such a whore just makes him throb harder. he swears a lot and repeats words over and over like a broken record. when he gets close to cumming, his speech starts to slur together into one long, incoherent whine, only made worse by the drool pooling on his tongue. you can cover his mouth with your hand to try and quiet him, but even, then his muted whines still break through. he'll almost definitely start licking and biting at your palm like the little freak he is, too.

“please, please, please—ah, fuck! please, lemme cum ‘m a good boy," his frenzied whines echo off the walls. "been so g-good for you. so so—mmph—good!”

ei:

a combination of elegant and cute, ei’s true voice is a stark contrast to the cold, commanding tone of her shogun puppet. she’s not very loud or vocal at first—especially because she has a tendency to suppress herself, it can be hard for her to let her voice ring out naturally. so when she holds her breath to try and keep in a gasp of pleasure, she ends up making muffled squeaking sounds instead that are painfully cute. it flusters her a bit when she can't control herself like she normally would, but she feels more encouraged when you coo over how pretty she sounds, even if she doesn't quite understand why you're so enamored with something she finds to be an embarrassing lack of composure.

if ei is service topping (which she often does, she’s very obedient and will bottom if you ask her to, but she gets antsy if she feels like she’s not working hard enough to satisfy you) she lets out soft but enthusiastic grunts of effort, so concentrated on making you feel good that she doesn't worry about keeping her voice down. her breathing gives away how turned on she really is, as it grows more labored every time you praise her for doing a good job. when she's on the receiving end of pleasure, especially when she’s close to climaxing, she breathes out quick little "oh oh ohs" that are as sugary sweet as the desserts she loves so much. even when ripples of pleasure are shaking her body, she has a certain poise and grace to her, moans spilling out of her as soft as flower petals followed by blissed out sighs so gentle that listening to them could soothe you to sleep.

“please…i-if you keep going so fast," she murmurs breathlessly. "i still want to please you, too. let me be of good use to you.”

navia:

passionate. navia is so expressive in anything she does and this is no exception, so controlling her volume is the last thing on her mind when you’re making her see stars. she’s receptive to your every touch, eager to let you know how good you’re making her feel with sharp gasps of pleasure and the most irresistible, high-pitched whines for more. it's very hard to deny her what she wants when she begs so sweetly. playfulness is a given for navia, she loves making cheeky remarks to spur you on, though usually not to the point of full-blown brattiness. communication is a big part of sex to her, it eases her nerves to have a comfortable back and forth with you, knowing she’s safe to fall apart in your hands.

sure enough, though, her banter slowly fades out along with her boldness once you take things further, replacing her teasing with moans so pretty you’d think they were practiced. but navia is far too focused on your mouth and fingers to force any of her reactions, and it shows with all the cute, involuntary squeaks every new sensation earns from her. her glossy lips fall open and stay parted the entire time your fingers plunge in and out of her, spilling out pleas so primal and desperate that they send shivers up your spine. she’s so lost in the pleasure that she doesn’t notice how loud she is until you murmur "listen to yourself" in her ears, but even as her face flushes with embarrassment, she can’t help how vocal she is. when she reaches her high, it’s a burst of passion, crying out your name over and over until her voice breaks and trails off into tiny, satisfied mewls. having to muffle her volume with a kiss as she cums is a very common occurrence, and it always leaves her blushing up at you with a shy pout.

“don't tease me! y'know i-i can't...help it," her protests lose effect when she’s stammering over every word. "you just m-make me so crazy. please, baby, i’m so—ah!—close.”

kazuha:

angelic. it’s almost unfair to you, how every word, every sound that leaves this man's mouth feels like a silk blanket draping over your brain. his voice is gentle and melodic as a songbird's, and though not very loud, kazuha is incredibly vocal. he wants to appear calm and composed in front of you so badly, he cherishes being able to spin together the most beautiful sentences for your ears, but all of his eloquence effectively crumbles to dust the moment your lips find his neck and your hands roam his body. he’s sensitive. his unique constitution has all his senses perfectly in tune with the natural world, after all, which is something he typically considers a gift until a simple touch from you elicits the most pathetic whimper from him. you’ve gotten used to having to tug his hands down when they fly up to cover his burning red face, mortified by his own moans echoing off the bedroom walls. they're sweet and airy, sometimes rising so high in pitch that his pretty voice cracks. kazuha isn't much of a whiner, but embarrassing him like that is one definite way to earn the cutest whines from him, pleading shyly for you to let him muffle himself.

broken whimpers and hums rise in his throat over every little burst of stimulation you give him, and he’s hyperaware of every single one. he bites his lips a lot in an attempt to hold himself back from moaning, turning them into breathless squeaks just like the ones he lets out after giggling. it’s hard for him to get words out between all the sounds he makes, and when he does manage to speak, it's all stuttered and slurred together in a whirlwind of “please” and “more”. the complete contrast to his usual poetic word-weaving makes it all the more satisfying to see what a mess you’ve made of him. when his orgasm hits, kazuha’s honey voice almost always breaks because he’s not used to crying out with such intensity. he doesn’t swear very often, even when you’re fucking him senseless, but sometimes when he cums, a few hushed curses slip out in between his moans. it’s a crime how even the filthiest words can sound so sweet and innocent on his tongue.

"p-please, my love, i can't take much more," he begs, voice turning up in a helpless whine. "you make me feel s' good, so, so good. i really...hah...won't last."

arlecchino:

the epitome of discipline and self-control, arlecchino has spent her whole life ensuring that she always has a secure handle on her emotions. it makes her the perfect sub if she’s willing to obey you, but it also means she’s not very expressive. the most reaction you typically get out of her is long claws digging into the mattress or a few shaky exhales through her nose, even when you've pushed her to her limit. it takes a while for arlecchino to unlearn the belief that being vulnerable in bed isn’t a sign of weakness, and that you want to know what makes her tick. she doesn't exactly get it, but she's willing to comply, for your pleasure, if nothing else. when she first allows herself to let a sigh slip out, she's a bit stiff, almost awkward in a way that you probably shouldn’t find so endearing. if it weren't for your consistent orders for her to let loose, she'd revert back into old habits immediately and go quiet.

she relaxes her breathing little by little until every exhale starts to hold a bit of a rasp to it, letting you know that her guard is gradually lowering. her voice is so seductive without even trying. it's low both in pitch and in volume, a husky, rich tone that only makes you more determined to get some proper reactions out of her. sinking your teeth into her skin is one of the best methods to achieve that, the way her breath hitches in her throat, followed by a soft grunt, is addicting to you. her exhales get heavier the more the pleasure creeps up on her, as do the content hums bubbling in the back of her throat. with the delicious edge her voice has, it almost sounds like she’s purring for you. as her peak draws closer, the heat in her core combined with the feeling of your mouth sucking marks into her neck becomes all-consuming. her groans rumble under your teeth when you bite down on her flesh, and when you swirl your tongue over her skin, she hisses softly. her orgasm comes with a quiet warning and a sharp inhale. then, she goes silent for a moment before a deep, sinful moan rings out. but the best part comes when you keep going without giving her a chance to recover from her high, overstimulating her into louder, less controlled reactions. it leaves her panting heavily, voice hoarse and a trembling plea for mercy on her tongue.

having an adorable pet who obediently stays seated on your lap as you deal with annoying paperwork is a dream come true, yes? of course it is! there’s a reason why you adore cats. sure, they can be a bit chaotic, a bit messy and a bit annoying at times too with how they just waltz into the room, create some ruckus and then walk back out.

but not this time. this time, you would have to discipline your kitty thoroughly, even as they whine so cutely, trying to move on your lap with your cock filling him up to the brim so nicely.

while it was an absolute heaven for you — to have your cute pet on your cock, just sitting there idly like the absolute doll he is, it has been torture for albedo. he has been cock warming you for hours already! and not once have you ever paid attention to him, talked to him or even acknowledged his presence! he had tried to bounce himself on your lap, to at least help himself out in pleasuring himself but you’ve been so mean as you squeezed his thigh as a warning.

“please… [n-name]? can’t you just pay some attention to me already?” the blonde alchemist whimpers out, uncharacteristically stuttering over his own words as he tries to grind himself down on you. he can feel your mushroom tips hitting his cervix, just snuggly staying inside his warm cunt and keeping him drooling and whimpering pathetically like an actual pet.

oh how badly he wanted to just move. he wanted to bounce on your lap so badly, he can even take care of himself! you wouldn’t have to anything here at all!

instead, he got no response from you other than the quiet scribbling of your pen writing up something on the document on the desk. that’s it, albedo’s taking it into his own hands. he won’t bother to wait for your answer or seek for your approval.

with that thought and sliver of determination to pleasure himself, the blonde alchemist slowly starts to bounce on your strap. dirty, wet squelching noises filling the room alongside his soft moans and the raunchy noises of plap! plap! resounding the room each time his soft ass met your crotch.

it felt good to finally gain some sort of pleasure. fucking himself on your strap, trying to fuck himself in the way that you exactly do so he can cum. but he just couldn’t. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get that feeling that makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull, makes his toes curl and shriek whenever you fuck his already puffy pussy so well.

it didn’t take long until you grew tired of seeing his pathetic attempt to ride you, hand reaching for the leash connected to the collar and tugging on it. immediately, albedo whined. back arching against your chest as he was forced to sit snuggly against your crotch yet again.

“w-why’d you do that?!” albedo hissed, struggling in vain attempt to at least grind himself to relieve some of the pent up release that’s been delayed long enough. however, you didn’t give him the satisfaction. instead, you pulled him up by the leash, bending him over your desk — slipping out your cock in the process and leaving the blonde whining like a cat in heat as his pretty glistening cunt clenches around nothing.

“couldn’t you have just waited for a bit to let me finish this damn paper? are you that impatient for me to fuck your pussy like a cat in heat, ‘bedo?” he can hear you grunt in anger, screeching noises of the chair being pushed being heard as he soon feels you right against him.

the moment albedo was about to retort with his own smart statement, probably arguing against you as well for good measure, his words die in his throat as a shriek escapes it instead. you thrusted your strap back inside his clenching cunt in one swift motion, hitting that spongy spot inside him that made his toes curl. it didn’t take long until you were fucking him good. hand still holding the leash to keep him in place bent over the desk as your thrusts easily fucked his gushy cunt.

“angh—! r-right there!! right therEECK♡︎ f-feels good… feels so sososogood♡︎♡︎ keep fu—unngh gvvck fucking me! just like this♡︎” the chief alchemist sobs, delirious as he feels the pressure of your large cock appearing and disappearing inside his stomach due to being laid flush over the desk. he wouldn’t mind having his cunt fucked by you like this if it meant that you would pay attention to him 24/7 and forget about those stupid papers.

toes curling, legs weakly dangling over the edge of the desk like he was just a cocksleeve for you to use, albedo found himself appreciating the collar and leash because archons, you use it so well as you move him to fuck himself back into your cock. it didn’t take long as albedo wails out your name, blunt nails raking against the wooden desk as he creams around your length.

“I found last week’s reports that you were looking for.” You return to the room, the notebook in your hands.

He takes it from you and checks, it’s just what he needs.

And while he doesn’t really require anything else, his thoughts are captivated by the expensive-looking doll. So, he asks.

Your face turns into worry, although it soon is replaced by a gleeful smile. He wonders what the reason for this is.

“That, right.” He hears you chuckle.

“I happened to get it from a traveling merchant. It’s quite pretty, isn’t it?”

He feels as if there is something else you aren’t telling him.

“How much was it?” Albedo questions.

“Including the clothes? Well, it’s about…”

Once Albedo hears of the amount, he can’t help but furrow his eyebrows from your purchase.

He hears you laugh again, your eyes looking as bright as they can.

“Don’t you find them appealing, Albedo? Lifeless forms whose purpose is nothing but to sit pretty.”

“I suppose.” The alchemist answers.

He really doesn’t.

“I just think it’s neat. Having no other choice but to obey their owners, wear dresses whether they like it or not, pose in whichever way they’re directed to…” You describe freely, grabbing the doll and placing it in his hands.

“And you know what the best part of it is?” Albedo sees your face lighten up.

He maintains his expressionless face, even if he’s taken aback by how close your face is to him, gazing into your spellbinding eyes.

“What?”

“They do it all with a smile.”

Needless to say, Albedo’s thoughts had become occupied since then.

He tells himself that he shouldn’t bother with it this much. 

Your liking of dolls is just like any other hobby, isn’t it? It’s like how Lisa is with her books, obsessive when they aren’t handled properly or returned within the given time.

Still, he sighs. He does receive your tender touch from time to time, but there’s something else that Albedo wants…or needs.

“Which do you think suits her better?”

Albedo snaps out of his thinking to see you holding two dresses right in front of his face.

He absent-mindedly chose the one on the left, and you smile at his choice. 

“Cute.” You say.

He feels flustered despite knowing that the compliment wasn’t for him. It was for that doll.

The only thing he can do is watch you pamper it, brushing its hair and using those fingers of yours to undress it and change it into a new outfit. 

He sits there, an uncomfortable emotion in his chest as he hears you utter praises for something that doesn’t even move.

“I’m sorry, I must excuse myself.” Albedo stands up from his seat to leave, unable to bear your fondness for the doll.

He needs to do something.

The door to your house creaks in as you unlock it. You hum a tune, stretching your arms, a bit tired from today’s schedule.

You take off your coat, hanging it on the wall. You rethink if there’s something else you have to do before going to bed.

“Ah, my mint flower. I haven’t watered it yet.” You say out loud.

With the glass of water in your hand, you step into your bedroom.

“Archons, you scared me!” You sigh, seeing the alchemist sitting on your bed.

While he’s the only other person who has a key to your house, he’s never been the one to visit of his own accord.

You await his response.

The alchemist stays still and unresponsive, staring past you as if there’s something that you’re not seeing.

“Albedo? Are you alright?” You question the man again, only to receive nothing.

Worried, you come up closer to him.

His eyes looked empty and his breathing was…quiet. There’s nothing wrong with him physically. No signs of any injuries that may hinder his talking nor any sign of trauma to his head.

He looks perfect, actually. And now that you take a look closer, you can see pink powder dusting his cheeks.

Albedo has always been that way. Beauty and brains, truly a perfect mix

You direct his face to yours, wanting him to look at you as you speak.

Albedo hasn’t blinked throughout this whole ordeal.

You get a hold of his chin and bring his lips to yours, wondering if that’ll execute a reaction.

Unfortunately, no results are to be seen.

He doesn’t open his mouth when you kiss him, confusing you since he usually does.

It’s as if Albedo has no sentience. A lifeless being, somewhat similar to that of a statue that served no other use but to be stared at.

…

No. 

You deny your thoughts.

Surely, Albedo isn’t doing what you think he’s doing, right?

You trace your fingers on his thighs, its smoothness surprising you. Almost as if it were made from porcelain, you observe.

“Albedo, you cannot do this to me.” You scold him, each second passing by with him in this state is not good for your heart.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” You stare at him, wanting to see if he’ll say anything.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself if things get too far.” You admit, caressing his emotionless face.

Extraordinary.

“To think you would be that jealous of a doll. It’s adorable, my love.” It’s too good to be true, you think. Albedo presents himself as if he is one too, just so he can garner your attention.

He’s always been smart and reckless like this. He knows this will work. Now, to see how far this ambitiousness will push him…

“Well, a new doll needs a new outfit.” You say to him.

Albedo tenses up at your words.

This is proving to be much more difficult than he expected. Your lingering touch makes him want to buckle to his knees. The kiss on his lips, that led to the core in his chest tightening up.

Has he always been that soft? 

Only having a limited field of vision, he cannot see what you’re doing. But from what it sounded, you were likely looking for something to put him in.

“Ah! Here it is!” You bring the dress to his eyes and he immediately regrets playing this role. This is a bit…embarrassing.

“This was supposed to be a gift for Sucrose’s birthday, but I’m sure you’d do a better job modeling this than her.” You explain.

It was getting difficult to maintain his quiet breathing, especially when you ogled his body as you took off the clothes that he has now. He wants to tell you that you should look away, that he can do it in your stead.

However, he ignores it. He ignores the embarrassment and the warmth rushing up to his cheeks. 

“Your white underwear suits you, Albedo. Although, don’t dolls have no need for undergarments?”

Your voice sends a chill to his spine. He sits there helpless under your fingers, awaiting what you’ll do next to him.

“You’re so perfect, my doll.” Albedo bites back the need to whine.

“Should I set up a mirror so you can see?”

He stares at himself through the mirror, the fluffy dress reaching just above his knee. It’s not of Monstadt creation, that’s for sure. Perhaps it’s a dress from Fontaine?

“Do you like it?” He watches you brush his hair.

“You know, I’ve always been amazed at how gorgeous you are. To think I’m this lucky to own you…I’ll make sure to take good care of you, dear.”

Albedo wants to bury himself underground. He’s enjoying this more than he should be.

It’s strange. He doesn’t get why he’s enjoying this at all. Isn’t his sole purpose to be that of living as a human? Why would he succumb to regressing himself like this?

Your arms envelop his body, your hands traveling on top of the fabric. 

They’re warm.

Albedo seethes when he feels you tug his nipple. No talking, he has to remind himself, even if you fondle his body like this without warning.

His throat is itching for something, a word, or any kind of sound. He hasn’t said a single thing since he stepped into your abode. 

He can do it, he reassures himself.

“My doll isn’t giving up this early, no?” You whisper directly to his ears.

Your fingers slip under the dress and he’s forced to be reminded that you’d taken off his underwear earlier. No! If you touch there, he’ll surely—

“Hmm…” 

Panic settles on his face when the noise unconsciously slips out of him.

“Is my doll malfunctioning? That’s a shame. I thought you were perfect. Do I have to throw you out already?” 

No, no… He stresses.

Give him one more chance! He pleads in his head.

Your thumb rubs the slit of his tip, playing with the already oozing precum. His thighs slightly tremble and he’s begging you to not notice it. He can’t —It’s physically impossible for him to stay still!

Your fingers now move to his shaft, stroking his cock slowly and giving him the right pace that he needs.

Albedo’s mind is getting hazy. It feels so damn good, he’s this close to moaning loudly if not for the fear that he’ll disappoint you.

He bites the inside of his cheek, his eyelids shutting close every now and then.

Your pace hastens, each stroke getting rougher and faster. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold in his scream when he cums. 

“Mmgh–”

His breaths are getting heavier and deeper, his cock ready to burst at any second. 

And then he feels your grip tighten. 

You stop your movement, letting his worry go to waste. It’s painful, being stopped when you’re so close to reaching your high. Still, this is better. He can’t imagine what he would do if he actually did crumble beneath your hands.

Albedo shivers when he feels you touch his tip again, replicating the same movements you had done earlier. His thighs are sticky, the insides of the dress damp and warm. 

The alchemist breathes. Coming to a conclusion that he’ll make less of a noise this way. He hears the way it squelches with each stroke, the noise leaving him greatly humiliated.

His cock aches for a release, the emotionless facade that he wears slowly shattering as he gets closer to an orgasm.

He bit down on his lip, ready to contain the noise, when you immediately stopped. His cock twitching from being suddenly released from the friction.

This happens five more times.

Albedo can feel his sanity going away. He needs to cum. Let him, please. He’s been doing so well, hasn’t he?

His legs have stopped shaking, already used to the same torture that you keep putting him under.

He wants it already, impatient at how long he thinks you’ll keep doing this. Albedo wants it to be all over, he’ll do anything. He’ll suck you off with his mouth if you want, no matter if it ends up with him choking at the end.

How long will he have to bear this?

“You really don’t get it, do you?” You ask the worn-out alchemist.

“You’re already perfect, Albedo. But isn’t there something you’re forgetting?”

What?

“I’ve given you so many chances to guess, and yet you still won’t remember?”

Your fingers cup his chin, and his mind relishes at the fact that he could forget about the one thing you told him that you enjoyed the most.

“Smile for me, doll.”

Albedo’s a wreck as he gets his insides wrecked with your length. His body every now and then writhes as he lets you handle his body even if you push inside him so far that he can feel it inside his guts.

He’s not allowed to move. He’s a doll, he keeps repeating to himself.

The smile on his face looks whorish instead of being elegant. 

He doesn’t know whether it’s because of the mirror but seeing you penetrate him, his hole opening up graciously for you has the poor alchemist wanting to scream. But since he can’t, his emotions overwhelm him and tears start flowing down his cheeks.

Being used like this, as if he’s just some object to be thrown around sends a thrill in his head. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that he would have been, if things didn’t go his way. 

Albedo ejaculates on the bed, the dress sticky with his cum. 

You don’t stop, his walls being mercilessly pounded through, wanting to see how far his limit is until he finally begs of you to stop.

Well, you did warn him before, didn’t you?

His body is weightless in your arms, using his body as if it’s your personal sex doll, you grab him by the sides of his waist, thrusting and hitting his sensitive spot each time.

He loves it.

He’s yours and you have every right to decide what he can and cannot do.

He won’t mind.

You look up curiously as Albedo calls your name, tilting your head. He puts away the hot plate, looking up to you. “Are you almost done cleaning the tubes?” he asks, bent all the way over to put it in the cabinet beneath the counter. 

You pause for a moment at his position before nodding in confirmation, putting the last tube back on the rack. He quirks an eyebrow, “everything alright?”

You try to take your eyes away from the somewhat compromising position he’s in. Truth be told you’ve been having thoughts about it recently: being between his legs, eating him out for hours on end, ever since you found out he had that anatomy. You aren’t sure why Rhinedottir made him that way, male in every aspect except between the legs. Nevertheless, the thought has plagued your mind ever since. 

He calls your name again, seeing you zoning out. He takes his gloves off and quickly washes his hands in the sink, dries them and then walks over to caress your cheek with his now cold hand. It brings you back to reality, looking at his pretty face staring at you. 

“I’m alright. Sorry, just—“ “What thought are you so hung up on, darling?” He interrupts, sharp and observant as always. Albedo’s expression turns stern. If you lie, he’ll know… and if you’re blunt you might get a funny reaction from him. So, you decide to just say it. “Would you let me eat you out?”

“…”

Albedo’s face slowly turns red. “Wh—“ he almost yells your name, settling for a taken-aback quiet-yell, “Here?? We’re in the lab— what’re you thinking!?”, he says, flushing further as he looks over at the unlocked door.

You roll your eyes, “You asked.”

He thinks it over for a moment. It’s late, and no one should be in the building anymore. But still, this is the lab in the Knights of Favonius HQ, since you wouldn’t have made it back to Dragonspine in time for the ingredients to not spoil. It was time sensitive…

Albedo slowly calms down, still with a nervous flush. “f-fine. Just… be gentle…” he mumbles, looking away, shifting nervously. You chuckle, backing him up until he’s up against one of the lower tables. He gasps lightly, putting his hands back against it for balance. You lean in to kiss his neck, and one of his hands comes back up to rest on the back of your head. 

You nip at the star marking on his throat, and he shivers at the special attention. He tries to close his legs on instinct, but your knee is already in between them. He holds back a whine when you bring it up against his clothed crotch. 

He murmurs your name, sucking in a breath when you suck a light hickey into his neck. Your hands slide down to his hips, then forward to unbutton his pants. In one swift movement you strip down both his pants and underwear, and he gasps at the sudden movement. You push him onto the table, and flinches when his bare ass meets the cold table. 

He suddenly feels all too exposed, especially when you grab his thighs tightly and spread them apart. Albedo’s eyes widen when you drop to your knees to be face-level with his now exposed pussy, blushing profusely. 

He looks away when you lean forward, expecting you to go right for it. He opens his eyes again when he feels your lips on his thigh. Slowly kissing up his inner thigh, open-mouthed and hot. So very close, but never quite getting to his most sensitive area. Teasing him, as he begins to shift in place. “Please…” he whispers, interlocking his ankles behind your head. 

You chuckle, simply continuing. His cunt is getting all leaky and wet, slick sliding down onto the table. And though it pains you to waste, it’s so cute to see him try to wriggle his hips to tempt you. Starting to whine lowly and tighten his thighs involuntarily around your head before realizing he’s preventing you from moving by doing so. 

“P-please? I’ve been good…” he says, pitch higher than he would’ve liked, starting to sound desperate and pathetic. You look up, his usually piercing blue eyes now looking down at you with desperation. “Then beg,” you respond simply, and very matter-of-factly. He clears his throat, looking away, before sighing. “Please…? I’ve been so good… pleeaaase, mistress/master? I’ll do anything, just please, please… fuck me with your tongue. Please?”

You hum, pretending to be deciding. He whimpers, trying to start again “Please, just— A-Ah!!” he gasps as you lick all the way up his folds, your fingers peeling them apart holding them open. He whimpers as you latch your lips around his clit to suck on it, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise. 

He glances back at the door, a worried thought about any noises echoing down the halls passing through his mind. Well, that’s before you wrap your arms around his thighs and pull his hips closer and begin to ravenously devour his cunt, lapping up his slick and hitting all the right spots. 

Albedo squirms slightly, gasping out and letting our strangled moans, thighs squeezing around your head. You only continue, sliding your tongue in and out of his sopping hole. You feel him flutter around your tongue, a prolonged whimper ripping itself from his throat. Gods, he’s so sensitive. Why does he have to be so sensitive?

He can’t help but buck his hips into your mouth, with a “Ghhk! Wai— ah! You’re going too, mmh! f-fast!!”. You promptly ignore him, shoving your tongue in and out of his slit faster and faster. Soon, he bucks his hips faster and tightens around your tongue, stuttered yelps of “C-coming!” coming from his pretty bitten lips. 

He gushes around your tongue, gasping out your name once more as his eyes roll back, arms faltering to keep himself up on the table. He promptly lowers himself down onto the table to avoid falling if his arms fully give out. He pants, trying to recover for a moment. 

He shifts to look back down at you, since you’ve been silent for a good moment, before he jolts and gasps at the feeling of two fingers plunging into his used cunt, scissoring him open. “W-Wait! I just came, I— Ahh! NGH!!” he lets out a small, overstimulated scream when your fingers curl and find that little spongy spot inside him. 

“Remember our safe word, ‘bedo?” You ask, pausing momentarily. He slowly nods, nervously looking away. A beat of silence passes as you give him a moment to say it… and nothing. You chuckle, starting to thrust your fingers into him and hitting that spongey spot dead on every time. At the same time you start to lick and suck at his clit. 

He cries out, arching his back away from the table, jerking and squirming slightly. You hold his hips firmly in place as his toes curl. Albedo, who is usually so in control of himself, involuntarily writhing and letting out cut-off shrieks of pleasure under your tongue. 

Quicker than he’d like to admit he reaches his peak again, this time squirting on your fingers and tongue. He quickly bites down on his wrist, screaming against it, luckily muffling it (Tch. You’ll have to do this again back on Dragonspine so you can hear his cute little screams in full. How annoying). Alongside that, a single tear runs down his face, as he whimpers pathetically in the aftermath. 

When you start up yet again, he starts to plead halfway incoherently- “N-no! I just came tw— Agh~! Twice! Mmmmnh—! Mistress/Master, pleaaAAHN!! *hic* Please! Too much, toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!!”. But still no safe word, as he squirms and writhes, tears and drool running freely down his face. His body convulses and jerks around, but you’re still able to keep his hips still enough to devour him like he’s your last meal. 

He whimpers and cries “MerCY— AAHN~!” over and over, and no safe word. Sobbing when you stuff a third and forth finger into his his leaky, red pussy. He shakes his head, your fingers dragging against his gummy walls as you pound him with your fingers and licking up his folds. 

He’s babbling incoherently and lets out a wail of pleasure, going completely limp on the table as he gushes around your fingers one last time. He pants heavily, twitching and whining stupidly when you pull your fingers out of him, a string of arousal staying connected to them for a moment. 

He lifts his hips dumbly, a dazed look on his face as he tries to get you to sink them back into him. Albedo looks so debauched, hair stuck to his forehead, hair all messy from his squirming, tear tracks down his face. You wipe away a trail of drool from his lips and chin, after wiping the slick off your own. 

He reaches out, unsteadily sitting up to take your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth as he takes your fingers into his mouth, tired mind remembering to clean up after himself. He lets out a low groan at the taste of his own juices, sucking on your fingers and eventually pulling away. 

You chuckle lowly, looking down at him. 

“Good boy, Albedo.”

Note:

it was a regular day of you visiting albedo in dragonspine but it was a little… different.

everyone knew you and albedo were close friends but no one knew you were that close.

loud moaning and skin slapping was able to be heard from the only place that albedo would let you destroy his insides at, his little lab on dragonspine.

"AHN! fuuu-hck!… you really k-know how to make me feel this- ah! good! so good!" he moaned loudly as you thrusted into him at an ungodly speed.

it was always hard pleasuring you chalk prince, but at the same time it was so rewarding whatever you were able to completely break him apart.

"i’d to anything for my renown alchemist, especially if it’s fucking you into oblivion"

those two will be pulling each other's hair i can see it lol

oh poor ruebedo! drowning in your affections that was meant for your albedo. you didn't notice the star gone from his neck, the one you called pretty all the time when you compliment albedo. you approach him from the back with an embrace, nuzzling his hair and asking how his day has been. ruebedo tensed, unsure how to react. shit, it was albedo's lover. he can't be identified, he mustn't. so he tries, tries to act the way he believes albedo would act with you; turning around and hugging you back, burying his head in your chest and you're none the wiser, returning back his affection.

oh, tsk tsk, reader you're meanie! how dare you! you've captured his heart, all the while albedo was gone and he was in his place, he was spoiled with your love. your arm around him as he sits down with you on the couch (i know there's no couch in his lab but bear with me lol) and relaxing by the fire, you playing with his hair occasionally. you tell him about your day, saying how you missed him and wished he was by your side. rubedo was feeling warm, hot. the way you say it, it makes his stomach churn in want. how could albedo keep you from him? the way you caress him, telling him how you love him, makes jealousy burn inside him. he must have you, albedo can't! albedo doesn't deserve you! he's always away doing god knows what but he's here! he'll let you take him, he'll be yours!

so he takes action. he makes the first move, sitting on your lap and wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, kissing you. you were taken aback at first as your albedo was shy when it comes to being intimate with you but you won't complain, you were excited more than anything, believing your "albedo" wants you.

one things leads to another and now we have ruebedo being fucked sensless on the couch, face buried in the pillow and eyes crossed as your hips thrust in a fast pace. "hghuk—! [name]! slo—slow down! you're gonna make me cum! i'll ohh— i'll cum!", you hips thrust faster, hips snapping against his ass and leaning down his ear, "go on, albedo, cum for me." ruebedo screams, in both frustration and pleasure, cum shooting out and ruining the couch below. as he catches his breath he thinks, he'll make you say his name.

after pulling out, you kiss his temple, praising how good he was for you. you help him lie down in a comfortable position and tell him you'll get him cleaned up. as you prepare a washcloth, you were unaware of the real albedo entering the cave, seeing his doppelgänger lying so comfortably on the couch and seethes. look like there's a pest he needs to take care of.

 Kaeya

•He doesn't care much about decency in public.

•This motherfucker is all over you.

•If he's horny he's gonna make sure you know.

•And, he's gonna make you horny too :)

•He mostly gets you turned on by touching you, whether you're in public or not.

•And Diluc has been a witness of his stepbrother's horniness.

•Well, Kaeya just can't help himself, he just loves your touch on his body and... something inside him.

Kaeya made sure no one was looking when he grabbed (M/n)'s hand, dragging him to the backdoor of the tavern, and pinning him against the wall of the building. He pressed his body against the (h/c) haired male's, and he started grinding on his thigh, letting out quiet moans next to his ear, his hands gripping onto (M/n)'s shirt.

"(M/n), please... touch me~" the male just smirked and held Kaeya's hips with his hands, making him slow down his grinding.

"You've been teasing me all day, baby, why should I listen to you?" Kaeya let out a high-pitched whine, his hands holding onto (M/n)'s black coat.

"I-I'm sorry, I've... been bad but I... I'll make it up t-to you, so please~" (M/n) reached a hand up to the dark-skinned male's hair, pulling on his hair tie to take it off, he combed his fingers through Kaeya's blue locks, making close his eyes with a whiner as he graced his scalp gently, making shivers run down his spine.

"You better keep quiet then~" he muttered in a low tone before shifting their bodies around. Kaeya's back was now pressed against the brick wall of the tavern, while (M/n) placed his legs in between the other male's thighs, moving his knee back and forth slowly, enticing Kaeya into moving by himself.

With his hands gripping onto (M/n)'s shoulder, Kaeya started grinding his hips down on the (h/c) haired male's thigh, biting his bottom lip hard, letting out loud and rapid breaths through his nose, he was trying so hard not to make a sound, but he couldn't help let out a moan the moment he felt (M/n)'s hands, sneaking under his open shirt to pinch his nipples and pull on them gently then harshly.

Kaeya hid his face in the other male's neck, his hips trembling as he was about to reach his climax. (M/n) pinched his nipples and slowly twisted them, before rubbing them. Muffling his moans as he bit down on the neck of (M/n)'s coat, Kaeya's body shook as he came in his clothes, his thighs were twitching and he could barely hold himself up.

•Diluc is a man of few words, so you'll never know that he's horny.

(M/n) held him around his waist before picking him up in his arms, and he walked away back to their home.

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  Diluc

•However, he does tend to get clingy and a little whiny.

•That's why, after picking up on those small details, you know what to do when he holds you back by gripping onto your shirt.

•You're in his office at the Dawn Winery, and it's late at night.

•Now, you're alone, but even if you weren't, neither of you would care about someone hearing his lewd moans and begs for more.

It was subtle, but (M/n) felt it.

(M/n) was quite an observant man, he noticed Diluc's subtle change of behavior for the past few days, he was just waiting for the red-haired male to take the initiative, and he just did.

While Diluc was fidgeting in his seat, (M/n) was holding back a smirk. He turned around and interlocked their fingers, making the other male look up, a needy look in his crimson eyes. (M/n) leaned down and pressed their lips together.

Diluc let out small, muffled moans, turning into whimpers as he felt the other's tongue enter his mouth and play with his. After a few seconds, (M/n) broke their kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths. He opened his eyes and noticed that Diluc still had his eyes closed, a dreamy, flushed expression plastered on his face. He couldn't hold back.

(M/n) reached his free hand to hold Diluc's slim waist, and made him stand up, only to sit on his chair, making the red-haired male straddle his hips, his lower back resting against his desk.

His hands moved down until they reached Diluc's belt, unbuckling it at a slow pace, watching how Diluc's breath was turning heavier and louder. (M/n) felt his growing erection pressing against his palms as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

Willingly lifting his hips, Diluc saw how (M/n) pulled his pants and underwear as far they could go, which was roughly around his mid-thighs, his dick finally released from the confinement of his clothes. The (h/c) haired male started unbuttoning his white vest, one by one, by one.

His slow, gentle actions kinda frustrated Diluc, but he knew that he wasn't gonna get a slow and gentle (M/n) after he was done with his clothes, and the thought of that made his erection twitch in anticipation, clenching around nothing as he patiently waited.

Once (M/n) was done with his vest, he took it off and threw it somewhere, now waiting for him to do the same with his dark-red shirt, which he didn't do slowly and gently.

He groaned and just ripped the shirt open, all the button flying who knows where, a hand sliding behind his back to grip onto his red locks and pulling on.

"Fuck it, I'm not patient enough to do this," he said between grunts, his free hand going down between Diluc's thighs to prepare him, however, he wasn't counting on him being loose already, "Oh, someone been having fun without me, eh?" He moves his hand to his pants and pulled his erect cock out, aligning it with the other's entrance, "You've been a bad boy, baby, but I'm rewarding you instead."

Pushing his wet cock in, Diluc's back arched and he reached behind him to hold himself up with his desk, (M/n)'s hand still tangled in his hair.

With his eyes rolled back, Diluc's body trembled as his pre-cum dripped down his dick, gripping the wooden desk as he felt (M/n)'s cock pressing against his prostate.

"Damn baby, you're so tight..." (M/n) whispered, his hand gracing his nipples and down to his stomach, where a big bulge was visible. "Look at you, taking me fully in," he realized Diluc's hair to hold his waist gently, making the red-haired male look down.

A high-pitched whine left his mouth at the sight of (M/n)'s cock bulging inside him, and he started lifting and lowering his hips, watching it disappear and appear again, he threw his head back, bouncing up and down as fast as he could, ignoring the burning feeling in his thighs.

"Please, more~ I... I want more, (M/n), please~" he mumbled the best he could, his mind going blank at the assimilation he felt as his prostate was hit over and over again. (M/n) let out a low growl, before making Diluc lay down on his desk, papers, and books falling on the ground, but neither of them cared.

    Dainsleif

Diluc was glancing away as his bare fingers held onto the back of his shirt. Both of them were in his office at the Dawn Winery, all alone.

Diluc's lewd moans and cries for more echoed off the walls, yes, they were alone in the winery, but they wouldn't mind if someone could hear the slutty noises their boss made. After all, Diluc was (M/n)'s and no one else's.

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•He doesn't say anything nor show it.

•You never know if he's horny or not.

•Dain just pulls you somewhere far enough away and gets down on his knees.

•You only realize what's happening when you feel his wet lips wrapping around your tip, followed by the hot sensation of his mouth taking your cock.

Dain kept his eyes locked onto (M/n)'s expression, how he closed his eyes every few seconds, before opening them to look down at him. He got off to the (h/c) haired male's expressions and subtle noises, but he went crazy whenever he had (M/n)'s dick in his mouth, even going as far as take him down his throat, loving how he would use him like he was nothing but a cum-dump for him.

•He loves the taste of your cum, just feeling it filling his mouth is enough to make him cum as well.

He reached his hand out to grab (M/n)'s wrist, who was walking next to him as they walked around, far away from the city of Mondstadt. Dainsleif rushed towards a more desolate spot, finding a dark place surrounded by mountains.

The (h/c) haired made followed him silently, not really realizing anything that was happening currently, well, until he felt something wet and warm wrapping around his dick.

(M/n) looked down and he saw Dain's blond hair, his blue eyes staring at him through his light-colored locks, a hazy, lust-filled look in them. His gloved hand stroked his hardening cock at a quick pace, while his lips wrapped around his tip, his tongue swirling around the head, occasionally pushing on his slit. He lifted one of his hands to press against his mouth, muffling his moans of pleasure.

Letting out short moans that caused vibrations on (M/n)'s dick, Dain placed both hands on the male's thighs, taking a deep breath before inching forward, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he could almost feel the bulge that formed on his throat.

(M/n)'s bit his bottom lip, before moving his hands to grip Dain's blond locks, holding him still as he started thrusting back and forth, his pace increasing as he fucked his mouth. Dain's blue eyes were filled with tears, some of them running down his face, mixing with the drool that dripped from the corners of his mouth.

The blond male thought about it for a few seconds, before deciding there wasn't any harm in it.

His erection twitched inside his pants, and he could feel how wet he was getting just from being treated as nothing but a sex toy.

(M/n) groaned at the messy appearance Dainsleif had just by sucking his dick dry, he got himself into this, but the blond seemed to be enjoying way more than he was. He knew Dain had kind of an oral fixation -that or he was just obsessed with his cock-, so he kept thrusting even when he felt his hips trembling.

He was about to cum, and he knew Dain wasn't going to let him back away, so he just let him bob his head on his own, whining and whimpering as he struggled to move quicker.

Dain wanted (M/n) to fuck his throat however he wanted. Letting go of his hair, stopping his hips, and make him do it by himself wasn't that.

He reached up to grab (M/n)'s hands, guiding them back to his hair, he locked eyes with him, silently begging him to just... fuck his mouth and dump all his cum down his throat

With a silent curse, (M/n) did just that.

Dain's eyes rolled into the back of his head, tasting (M/n)'s pre-cum the longer it passed. And with a deep grunt, he came in Dain's mouth, the blond's body shook, his fingers gripping tightly on the other male's wrists, his cum wetting and staining his clothes.

When (M/n) pulled out, some of his cum was dripping down Dain's lips, he just swallowed what he had left in his mouth and dried his chin with the back of his hand before licking it off.

 Venti

Delicious... he thought before standing up and walking away with wobbly legs, trying to hide the wet patch on his pants.

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•Most of the people are completely wasted so he takes his chance to go around the bar.

•Ninety percent of the time he's drunk, and the other ten percent he's horny.

•Making sure he's wearing something much more lewd and revealing.

•He goes to Angel's Share where he knows you're doing your night shift.

•And when that ten percent happens he lets you know.

•Venti gets really turned on at the thought of someone walking in or just being stared at by one of the drunkards in the tavern.

"You're nothing but a cheap whore, aren't you, Barbatos?" (M/n) muttered with a low tone, his hips trusting relentlessly into the smaller male, who was gripping onto the bar, trying to maintain some reason intact.

Well, that wasn't really going to work for long. Venti felt (M/n)'s tight grip on his slim waist, he could feel his inside stretching wide enough to accommodate the male's cock in his tiny body, and the fact that there were people still in the tavern made it just a hundred times better.

His brain was slowly turning into mush, his prostate was being pounded mercilessly, and he was just getting what he deserved for being a cock-hungry slut.

To witness the Anemo Archon like this... If only everyone could see him, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes crossed and loud moans mixed with whimpers got out of his lips. Venti loved being used, his small body would tremble and shiver at the thought of being manhandled and fucked in public, so this setting was kinda getting to him way too much.

His small, flushed cock twitched and dripped pre-cum, his hole clenching around the hot cock inside him.

Venti's eyes looked around where all the drunkards were, some of them were staring at them while they fucked, while others were already stroking their cocks in time with (M/n)'s quick, rough thrust.

They wanted a turn to fuck the bard too, but the way (M/n) wrapped a hand around Venti's throat was a clear sign that the Archon was his only.

"Look at them, staring at you while you're being fucked by me, you like it, don't you?" He made Venti turn to look at him, their mouths gracing, "You love how I treat you like a mere cum dumpster, you're nothing but a whore, Barbatos." He said with a frown, staring at Venti, noticing how his expression changed, a messy smile showed his way.

 Albedo

"Yes, I'm nothing but your fucktoy, (M/n)... please, use me~" a smirk grew on his face, his hands gripping his hips and lifting his feet off the ground. Venti grabbed onto the bar, while his lower body was used like a fleshlight, and he couldn't hold in his high-pitched moans of pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and he came over and over again on the counter, being thoroughly fucked by the (h/c) haired male.

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•Similar to Diluc, you won't ever know he's horny, but!

•He's trying to do some of his research but forgets about it midway.

•Sucrose had to tell you what's been happening to him since he seemed so out of it.

•You realize something is wrong when you notice that he can't focus on anything.

•He wants to draw but he messes it up.

•So you headed over to Dragonspine, of course, you weren't expecting to see him laying face down over his desk.

•He was gasping softly, his hips trembling as he humped his clothed cock on the wooden desk.

•His glossy eyes glanced up when he heard you call his name.

•You were worried about him, but he just jumped on you, grinding your hips together and whimpering as he begged for your touch.

(M/n) was only able to look down at the blond male, who was gripping tightly onto his clothes as he humped on his thigh. He heard those lewd, erotic moans and whimpers that escaped his mouth, and he felt how his body was reacting too.

He picked up Albedo by his thighs, sitting him on his desk with his legs spread apart, the blonde male leaned back on his elbows as he whined, staring at (M/n), impatiently waiting for what he was gonna do.

The (h/c) haired male only gripped the fabric of his pants, and ripped it, showing his underwear. Albedo shrieked as he heard the sound of his pants being torn, but honestly, he didn't care about that right now. He just wanted (M/n)'s cock inside him.

Holding his underwear, (M/n) moved it aside and held it so it would go back to its original place, he knelt on the ground, not caring about the snow that might wet his clothes, and dragged his tongue up Albedo's twitching hole. The blond let out a breathy moan, throwing his head back, and grinding his hips against (M/n)'s tongue.

"Yes, yes, please... don't s-stop," he moaned, moving his arm from his sides to hold onto (M/n)'s (h/c) locks, keeping him close and he whined at the feeling of his hot tongue in him. "(M/n)~ fuck..."

The (h/c) haired male kept a tight grip on Albedo's thigh, lapping his tongue around his tight walls, coating them with his drool. The blond male felt an orgasm approaching him, his body squirming around, his legs wrapping around (M/n)'s head, pulling on his hair when he came. His underwear felt wet and sticky, his cum dripping down to his entrance, where (M/n) licked off and swallowed it.

He stood up and undid his pants, staring at Albedo's shaking body.

"Look at you, princess," (M/n)'s words made him whimper as his legs were placed over the male's shoulder, "Did your boy pussy feel good? Do you want this inside you?" He whimpered and nodded rapidly, making (M/n) smirk. "Such a good girl."

Albedo's eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt (M/n)'s full length stretching his insides, his prostate being pounded and abused, causing him to cry out for more.

(M/n) noticed his perky nipples barely showing through his clothes, so he reached his hands up to pinch and rub them over his coat. Albedo's back arched off the desk, his mouth wide open as a loud high-pitched moan left him. He came a second time, his body over-sensitive at the stimulation, but he didn't care, he wanted it all.

He looked at (M/n) in the eyes, reaching his hand to hold his face and making him lean down to kiss him slowly. "Cum i-inside me, please..." He mumbled against his lips.

With a groan, (M/n) pressed a deeper kiss onto Albedo's lips, pushing his tongue in and swirling around with his. His thrusts became sloppy with each passing second, until he spilled every drop of his cum inside him, letting out soft, low moans as he pushed in deep and slow, before staying still for a couple of seconds.