alatusprinz

[alatusprinz]

seeing like...1200 likes and 60sth reblogs... really does make me want to quit writing on tumblr completely ngl

when you call him good boy .

characters: wanderer/scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, albedo, xiao

genre: smut, (warning of explicit words choice)

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Scaramouche/Wanderer sneers at you mockingly when the words fall from your mouth. His grip on your hips tightened as he snapped his hips into your behind roughly, deliberately thrusting in so deep so your back arches with your face buried into the pillow. He hated when your needy moans were silenced when it wasn’t on his accord, making him reach out to grip onto your hair roughly to pull your body up while holding onto your neck with his other hand, forcing you to find balance in an awkward position with your knees on the mattress and back against his chest. His hips never halted one bit, still thrusting in relentlessly into your drenched walls as your mind blanked out from the dizzying stimulation. Tightening his grip on your neck, he leans into your ear, almost purring in a sickeningly sweet voice. 

"Fuck, you like that don't you? Like being used like a little dolly for me?" You whimpered weakly as your scalp slightly burned from his tight grip, your body moving to meet his slams involuntarily from the force of his each thrust. It always felt like this, almost too good, too overwhelming from the borderline ruthless way he fucked you. As your broken moans persisted and he wanted to see you break down more, let go of your hair with a satisfied smirk and instead held onto both your wrists to pull your body back to meet his hips, manhandling you and taking you as he pleased.

His grip on your wrists tightened as pulled them back to slam your ass to his hips over and over, your cunt almost sore and aching from how he used you like a toy for his pleasure.

“Yeah? Fuck, call me that again, let me know how much of a good boy I am being.” 

-

Kazuha’s gaze was always starstruck and almost drunk in love when he was staring at you as he slipped into your snug walls over and over. He was so hypnotized by you, completely allured more every second you two spent together. And he never knew he could fall even deeper until you looked at him with that sultry gaze, mouth open and making the prettiest sounds for him, and called him your good boy. Your good boy. An infatuated smile blossoming on his face, his cock pressed in deep, then he moved in a grinding motion slightly as you squirmed and mewled in pleasure. He was looking at you with heart in his eyes, completely enchanted and greedy to see more of your beauty. Nobody could ever compare or hold a candle to how beautiful you looked under him when he made love to you.

That’s right- he almost whimpers at your word as his hold on your waist tightened, immediately pressing his lips onto yours. His kiss was needy, desperate to feel you in his arms, if there was anything in this world that he couldn’t lose ever, it would undoubtedly be you. Kazuha’s heart feels like it would leap out any moment now as he rolls his hips into yours, trying his best to go sensual and slow although his patience was running thin every time your breathy moans graced his ears. His lips lowered to your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and he whispered. 

“All yours my love, all yours… Your good boy, yours…” 

-

A soft moan leaves Albedo’s mouth in pleasant surprise at the praise he hears from you. His inquisitive gaze never leaves your face, in fact his sight never seemed to focus on anything else other than your pretty expressions when he made love to you. The way your eyes fluttered shut when his tip brushes over your sensitive spot (one he knows all too well by now), the differences in your moans when he grinds into you, slowly pushes as deep as he can to drag upon your tender spot, or when he sometimes indulge his greed and slams into you harder and faster as your nails scratched into his back- all of your precious reactions are recorded in his mind like a rewound tape. 

You called him good boy- his pupils dilated visibly if you had half the mind to notice, and suddenly he was all the more determined to please you more. His mouth latched onto your nipple, one hand gripping onto your waist as he rutted inside your warm walls, pleasured groans leaving his lips while he sucked on harder. You swore sight blurred as his other hand was suddenly rubbing over your clit, circling and flicking the way he knew you moaned the prettiest for him. He knew your body better than you did by now, Albedo took silent pride in that fact. And he intended on being a good boy for you every day and night, whenever you desire him.  

- Xiao almost gets too pleasure-driven from the moment your lips are on his more sensually, from the second your touches turn suggestive. His eyes are always clouded over with lust, desire and admiration towards you, he is hardly even lucid when he finally pushes into your eager walls, he can never control himself fully once he had a taste of you- all that mattered to him was you, your moans, and your face twisting in pleasure. That’s why when you first called him your good boy, he didn’t even hear it. His one hand was pressing yours to the mattress, fingers entwined as he rammed inside needily, it felt so good, he wanted to be buried inside your snug walls forever- this insatiable lust transfers over to his actions because as much as he tries, he can’t seem to be too gentle and from the way you moan sharply each time he slams in and his cock rubs against your insides just right, Xiao couldn’t find it in him to slow down anyways.

His fingers laced with yours on one hand, indirectly holding you down in place with how with each thrust made your linked hands sink down onto the sheets, and his other holding onto your hip so tight it felt like it would bruise,. You muttered out a weak “good boy” once more- this time he heard it all too well. He groaned in pleasure at your words, at your beauty or your tight cunt he couldn’t tell, all he knew was he had to give you more, make you take more of him. His lips are on your neck and his sharp teeth sank down on the side, his lustful panting and deep moans ringing in your ear. Your wince of pain was drowned out in the high-pitched whiny moan when his claws unintentionally dug onto your hips as he forced your walls to take all of him, slamming his hips to yours desperately like he would die if he didn’t engrave the feeling of your warmth around him inside his mind. Your sweet moans always made his heart flutter, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he bit down harder on your neck, rutting into you as though to remind you that you’re all his, and he’d be your ‘good boy’ always and forever.

#i appreciate everyone who reads my work of course #but...come on... #i usually never mention anything like this but this has been on my mind for months now

[alatusprinz]

when you call him good boy .

characters: wanderer/scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, albedo, xiao

genre: smut, (warning of explicit words choice)

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Scaramouche/Wanderer sneers at you mockingly when the words fall from your mouth. His grip on your hips tightened as he snapped his hips into your behind roughly, deliberately thrusting in so deep so your back arches with your face buried into the pillow. He hated when your needy moans were silenced when it wasn’t on his accord, making him reach out to grip onto your hair roughly to pull your body up while holding onto your neck with his other hand, forcing you to find balance in an awkward position with your knees on the mattress and back against his chest. His hips never halted one bit, still thrusting in relentlessly into your drenched walls as your mind blanked out from the dizzying stimulation. Tightening his grip on your neck, he leans into your ear, almost purring in a sickeningly sweet voice. 

"Fuck, you like that don't you? Like being used like a little dolly for me?" You whimpered weakly as your scalp slightly burned from his tight grip, your body moving to meet his slams involuntarily from the force of his each thrust. It always felt like this, almost too good, too overwhelming from the borderline ruthless way he fucked you. As your broken moans persisted and he wanted to see you break down more, let go of your hair with a satisfied smirk and instead held onto both your wrists to pull your body back to meet his hips, manhandling you and taking you as he pleased.

His grip on your wrists tightened as pulled them back to slam your ass to his hips over and over, your cunt almost sore and aching from how he used you like a toy for his pleasure.

“Yeah? Fuck, call me that again, let me know how much of a good boy I am being.” 

-

Kazuha’s gaze was always starstruck and almost drunk in love when he was staring at you as he slipped into your snug walls over and over. He was so hypnotized by you, completely allured more every second you two spent together. And he never knew he could fall even deeper until you looked at him with that sultry gaze, mouth open and making the prettiest sounds for him, and called him your good boy. Your good boy. An infatuated smile blossoming on his face, his cock pressed in deep, then he moved in a grinding motion slightly as you squirmed and mewled in pleasure. He was looking at you with heart in his eyes, completely enchanted and greedy to see more of your beauty. Nobody could ever compare or hold a candle to how beautiful you looked under him when he made love to you.

That’s right- he almost whimpers at your word as his hold on your waist tightened, immediately pressing his lips onto yours. His kiss was needy, desperate to feel you in his arms, if there was anything in this world that he couldn’t lose ever, it would undoubtedly be you. Kazuha’s heart feels like it would leap out any moment now as he rolls his hips into yours, trying his best to go sensual and slow although his patience was running thin every time your breathy moans graced his ears. His lips lowered to your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and he whispered. 

“All yours my love, all yours… Your good boy, yours…” 

-

A soft moan leaves Albedo’s mouth in pleasant surprise at the praise he hears from you. His inquisitive gaze never leaves your face, in fact his sight never seemed to focus on anything else other than your pretty expressions when he made love to you. The way your eyes fluttered shut when his tip brushes over your sensitive spot (one he knows all too well by now), the differences in your moans when he grinds into you, slowly pushes as deep as he can to drag upon your tender spot, or when he sometimes indulge his greed and slams into you harder and faster as your nails scratched into his back- all of your precious reactions are recorded in his mind like a rewound tape. 

You called him good boy- his pupils dilated visibly if you had half the mind to notice, and suddenly he was all the more determined to please you more. His mouth latched onto your nipple, one hand gripping onto your waist as he rutted inside your warm walls, pleasured groans leaving his lips while he sucked on harder. You swore sight blurred as his other hand was suddenly rubbing over your clit, circling and flicking the way he knew you moaned the prettiest for him. He knew your body better than you did by now, Albedo took silent pride in that fact. And he intended on being a good boy for you every day and night, whenever you desire him.  

- Xiao almost gets too pleasure-driven from the moment your lips are on his more sensually, from the second your touches turn suggestive. His eyes are always clouded over with lust, desire and admiration towards you, he is hardly even lucid when he finally pushes into your eager walls, he can never control himself fully once he had a taste of you- all that mattered to him was you, your moans, and your face twisting in pleasure. That’s why when you first called him your good boy, he didn’t even hear it. His one hand was pressing yours to the mattress, fingers entwined as he rammed inside needily, it felt so good, he wanted to be buried inside your snug walls forever- this insatiable lust transfers over to his actions because as much as he tries, he can’t seem to be too gentle and from the way you moan sharply each time he slams in and his cock rubs against your insides just right, Xiao couldn’t find it in him to slow down anyways.

His fingers laced with yours on one hand, indirectly holding you down in place with how with each thrust made your linked hands sink down onto the sheets, and his other holding onto your hip so tight it felt like it would bruise,. You muttered out a weak “good boy” once more- this time he heard it all too well. He groaned in pleasure at your words, at your beauty or your tight cunt he couldn’t tell, all he knew was he had to give you more, make you take more of him. His lips are on your neck and his sharp teeth sank down on the side, his lustful panting and deep moans ringing in your ear. Your wince of pain was drowned out in the high-pitched whiny moan when his claws unintentionally dug onto your hips as he forced your walls to take all of him, slamming his hips to yours desperately like he would die if he didn’t engrave the feeling of your warmth around him inside his mind. Your sweet moans always made his heart flutter, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he bit down harder on your neck, rutting into you as though to remind you that you’re all his, and he’d be your ‘good boy’ always and forever.

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[alatusprinz]

#👍 #idek why im so curious it's just been on my mind for a while

[alatusprinz]

# genshin impact cyno birthday art 2023

#goddamn i love him

[alatusprinz]

asking genshin boys "what are we?"

characters : tighnari , cyno , kaedehara kazuha , scaramouche

genre : fluff

scenario : reader asks them "what are we?" when they had automatically assumed you were aware of their feelings towards you

trigger warning : none except everyone here being short, i hope

tighnari

before you even asked the question, tighnari had a bad suspicious feeling about you today

he lightly sighed while looking over some of his leftover paperwork

even during his "office hours", he couldn't help but notice the "sneaky" glances and pretty much everything he's ever known about nervous body language from you

"you ask the most intriguing questions whenever you're fidgeting like that. tell me, what is it?" he couldn't help the sarcastic tone even if he tried

but his half-joking tone helped you relax, tighnari seemed to have talent at naturally calming you down

okay, here goes nothing.

"what are we, tighnari?" you finally managed to ask him

he answered with absolutely no hesitation immediately

"you? a human if my memory serves. as for me, i happen to be a fennec fox hybrid."

"... tighnari..."

stops writing at your tone- that didn't sound like you were joking

you were being serious? no way...

tighnari looked straight into your eyes, expression conflicted

he furrowed his brows and kept eye contact to see if you were pranking him or something

"...you're joking right?" he asked, half hopeful that he wasn't the one jumping into conclusions here

"...no"

he looked speechless, but then he let out a sigh

"enlighten me on what exactly makes you confused on what our relationship is?" he was sure he made it crystal clear

"we... i don't know, i can't tell. that's why i'm asking you" disbelief was written all over his face at your answer

"i held your hand."

"you did."

"i hugged you before."

"yes?"

"...i gave you flowers i grew myself on numerous occasions."

"yes, i'm keeping them as a bookmark like you suggested."

tighnari's scowl deepened, trying his hardest not to look lowkey offended that you were still confused after all that

how could you even not know, everyone knew from the forest rangers crew so why didn't you?

never mind, you clearly needed confirmation

"... i believe i have romantic feelings for you and just until now i was under the impression that you were aware." your eyes widened at tighnari's blunt words

you noticed the pink flush in his cheeks when he finally had to admit

"geez, want me spell it out for you? need a contract or something?" despite his complaint, tighnari felt content with the way your expression showed clear signs of happiness

how could you not fall even deeper for him, when he looked that adorable with rosy cheeks and slightly downturned ears?

approaches you from his desk and sits next to you

places his hand on yours, lightly squeezing them

"well, how about you then? what am i to you?"

cyno ( general mahamatra )

cyno's face remains emotionless most of the times, everyone who ever met him would agree in a heartbeat

he also had this habit of keeping very, very unwavering eye contact on whoever he was talking to

you've heard many of his subordinates mention how scary and intimidating it was to face his stone-cold stare

and to your absolute horror, he looked the same as ever when you nervously asked something that's been on your mind for days and weeks now

"what are we, cyno?"

"..." almost as if frozen, cyno stayed silent and merely stared at you like he did every day

oh no, this was definitely not the reaction you were ready for

his gaze seemed a bit too heavy on you, especially with how his scarlet eyes were emphasized by the comforting darkness of midnight surrounding you

"i mean- what i meant was-" before you could finish your sentence, he blurted out, loud and clear

"are we not already dating?"

a painful silence followed

it was your turn to freeze now

already dating...? but...

"no?" you blurted out before you could control it

your heart dropped at cyno's normally stoic face clearly flashed signs of sadness

"wait no i mean- but you didn't... ask me out" you barely managed to ask

cyno blinked once, then twice

then finally for the first time, you saw the general mahamatra ever avoid your gaze and cough in a bashful manner

he awkwardly scratched his neck and looked away from you

were you imagining things, or does he look... super nervous right now?

your eyes nearly fell out of your socket, he looks so adorable...??

"i... thought you already knew, i apologize."

finally after a while, cyno fixated his gaze on you again and regained his posture

"i like you, (name). i'd like to date you... if you share my feelings."

god, he really is the prettiest boy, isn't he?

kaedehara kazuha

the moment you mentioned that you wanted to talk, kazuha gently holds your hand and stares lovingly with a soft smile on his face

"of course, love."

it wouldn't matter where he was or what he was doing, he'd always make time for you. always.

when he led you to a place where you could have privacy, your heart fluttered at how his hand never left yours

when you two were alone, kazuha turned at you

nods and looks at you with the most adorable look in his eyes

"yes, what is it, love?"

he didn't look... like this with others right?

"kazuha... what are... we?" you finally gained the courage to ask him

not surprised in the slightest at the question and finally connecting the dots as to why you looked so nervous

smiles and looks at you like you brought the moon to him

and to him, you did.

you brought the entire galaxy, staining, painting his world with the most beautiful of all colors he could've never imagined

which is why he feels slightly guilty that he's left you in the dark about his feelings

"what was my nickname for you, i wonder?" he smiled adorably

"...love?"

"yes, dear?"

you felt your cheeks flush at the unexpected answer, kazuha's soft giggle making your heart skip a beat

"i'm sorry for leaving it unclear." kazuha laces his fingers with yours

you stared into his eyes, unable to control the slight flush in your cheeks

kazuha couldn't stop smiling, just how beautiful and lovable were you? <3

with a soft giggle, kazuha placed a fleeting kiss on your hand

then another one on your forehead

"i'm yours as you are mine, love. if you'll have me."

scaramouche ( kunikuzushi )

"kuni... what exactly are we?"

"huh?"

he was sure he misheard that

he must have misheard that, right? tell him he's right and it was just a prank

outright glares at you when you stay quiet, looking at him all expectedly like you wanted an answer

god, stop looking at him like that... you look too cute it makes him feel all weird and warm inside, stop it-

of course you wanted an answer, everything with scara confused you the more you spent time with him

you were positive friends didn't act like... this

... but he also never confessed or anything of the sort

"you're telling me you're..."

realizes that you're serious, his face flushing in embarrassment and frustration

"god, how dense are you?" he sounded so disappointed, the tone of his voice irked you

"hey, you can't blame me for wanting disclosure, it's confusing!"

"how don't you know? you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"what am i supposed to know? you don't need to act all weird and just answer like a normal person would- ouch!! what was that for?"

flicks your forehead damn hard

then, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him

you lost balance at his unexpected actions and stumbled into his chest

one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer to his slender body

you could barely breathe, you confusedly directed your gaze at him

but before you could say anything, scaramouche laced his fingers to yours, holding your hand a little too intimately than you expected

all words died in your throat

smirks at your reaction, holding your hand tightly now

"do you hold other guys' hands like this?"

"what- no!"

"hmm, i wonder why." you could almost hear the smirk from his voice

again, you opened your mouth to say something but was silenced for the second time

"then do you do this with other guys?" his husky voice whispered

grabs the back of your head with his free hand, then leans in

before you knew it, his lips were on yours

it was as though time itself has stopped that moment

you finally eased into his kiss, squeezing his hand back

scaramouche stared at you after pulling away

then smirked way too arrogantly than you'd have liked to see

...like he was proud of himself

deeply satisfied with how baffled and shy you looked, it was even better for him when you turned your gaze away to avoid his violet ones

he grabbed your chin and made you look at him, letting out a low laugh full of satisfaction

"figure out "what we are" yourself now, would you, darling?"

#words fail to convey my shock at how or why this blew up #but nevertheless #thank you sm🫶🏻

[alatusprinz]

#i find the answers oddly entertaining #pls vote if you see and help a curious friend out🫶🏻

[alatusprinz]

#🗿 #i apologize #terribly curious that's all

[alatusprinz]

me: worries about my appearance/weight

xiao: doesnt understand anything about beauty standards and doesn't understand why it's an issue

also xiao: ... you're pretty the way you are. (thinks- the prettiest.)

#bringing this back bc it's 100% canon idc #bro is a couple millennia old adeptus #bro has 0 knowledge on beauty standards and thus you will be the definition of beauty to him <3

[alatusprinz]

Matsuri - Multi-Chapter Fic Series Masterlist (Xiao x F!Reader x Scaramouche)

Modern!UniStudents!AU - STATUS : ONGOING.

花祭り 夏祭り - 何でも好きに選びな あなたの心の中咲かせな 。

summary: you met both of them at your college festival. one reminded you of sunsets and calm spring breeze, while the other was a stormy night, an indigo shadow that held you close in your darkest nights. [ Drummer!Xiao and Artist!Scara]

genre: slowburn, fluff, sexual content in upcoming chapters

send an ask or comment to be added to the taglist!

Chapter 1 - Matsuri.

Chapter 2 - Someday.

Chapter 3 - TBA.

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“But you don’t act like it, heck you don’t even acknowledge my presence both in person and through text! how am I supposed to know anything about your feelings-”

“I don’t know, you’re the first person I’ve ever felt this way before!”

A heavy silence filled the suffocatingly close distance from Xiao’s face and yours. With drumsticks in his one hand, his already-pale fingers seems to turn even paler from his firm grip on the wooden pieces. You took a moment to notice how his thin lips were trembling, his normally proudly straightened posture seemed hunched and reserved, how his amber eyes were avoiding yours desperately.

You finally realized how nervous he was.

“You're nervous.” You hated how questioningly meek your voice sounded from the unexpected proximity you two were in amidst the heat of the argument.

"...So are you." He was so close, you felt his slightly quivering breath hit your face- neither of you pulling away.

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"He doesn't give a fuck about you, (Name)." You winced at his harsh tone as he tried his best to sound composed but he'd be damned if he didn't tell the truth to you when you were hurting so much in front of his eyes.

"Shut up..." You whispered, i don't want to hear it, i don't want to hear it- you repeated the words in your head impatiently as Scara's sharp words forced you to see the bitter truth.

"You need to face reality-"

"i can't right now, can't you see? i can't control it, i love-" His indigo eyes flashed a glimpse of quiet anger as his body moves beyond his control, gripping your wrist tightly to stop you from finishing your sentence. He didn't want to hear it. "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

"What's it to you? You just hang around me to piss me off don't you? In truth maybe you find amusement in my misery. You always did." Scaramouche gritted his teeth in frustration at how dense and stubborn you were being, making this infinitely harder than it has to be. With a tug on your wrist to pull your body in close to his, he faced your eyes and finally lets it off his chest-

"Maybe if you had half the mind to take your eyes off that drummer who obviously doesn't care about you, you'd see who actually fucking does!"

You didn't know who was more surprised the moment he finished speaking between you and him.

#so i havent exactly forgotten ab this #i'll update after my finals i promise fdgihuojis

[alatusprinz]

Albedo x Reader - Locum Tenens. / Consummatus. 

warning/genre: yandere/dubcon/noncon content, asphyxiation/choking, babytrapping, forceful breeding, sadism, Albedo gets off to darling's pain, manipulation, explicit smut.

word count: 8.5k.

summary: Chalk pursues gold. Following in his master's footsteps and to complete his last mission, Albedo brings you into existence- his perfect creation.

Albedo’s entire existence continues to this day because he is the perfect creation. There were tens and hundreds of prototypes before him, all of which had a potential to have replaced his life if fate had been an inch different. He wouldn’t have been created, or perhaps discarded into ashes and never experienced the wonders of living, breathed the snowy air of Dragonspine, or given the prospect to unravel the truth of the world as his master had instructed for the last time centuries ago. Her words lay hefty in his mind still each day past, along with the similarly weightful pressure that he couldn’t let her down. No matter how impossible and intangible Albedo’s final mission may sound, he was created with the purpose to be the embodiment of perfection. Call it fear of abandonment from the moment he realised what happened to his “brothers” prior to his awakening, call it his birth instinct to obey his master to absolution, there would be no point to neither his creation nor termination if he could not deliver flawless results to Rhinedottir. 

Chalk pursues gold. He had to follow in her footsteps. 

Perhaps this is why he found the sudden urge to chase the last of his master’s leftover traces since she disappeared after discovering the ancient artefact, Heart of Naberius with Albedo. It was a curious feeling he experienced for the first time, being completely left alone to fend for his life after her wordless departure with an extremely unfeasible mission at hand. Thanks to her recommendation letter and renowned reputation, it was a fairly untroubled road he walked ever since then while performing his duties at the Knights of Favonius. In truth, the work there was almost laughably simple, the most he had to possess was upper intermediate-level mastery in Art of Khemia in such an occupation ironically titled “Chief Alchemist”. If his memory serves, he had learnt such a low level of tasks within a few weeks into his birth. His master Rhinedottir would undoubtedly sneer at what his job asked of him, her perfect creation should be able to complete any of this joke of an assignment in less than an hour. He should be able to take on ten times the workload at the very least. And in a sense it was true, he truly had learnt nothing new from his workfield except for maybe social etiquette where he has to plaster a rigid smile on his porcelain face when he interacted with others even if barely anyone recognised that slight upturn of his lips as a smile. 

If only he had been content with his monthly earnings and decided to lead his life as normally and quietly as everyone else, just maybe it would take his restless mind off the heavy burdens. He could perhaps learn to enjoy what mortal life had to offer, open his heart to emotions and human interactions. But it wouldn’t be a solution, would it? He would never be a human, he could mimic all he wants but every step of the way he is reminded how he is different . Not to mention his mission remains incomplete, and his master is somewhere in Teyvat undoubtedly waiting for his answer. It could even be considered a miracle how she didn’t give him a deadline. A “freedom” of exploring as long as he wanted including limitless trials and failures, it was a first. And Albedo was no fool, he knew Rhinedottir left him to tend to himself because she knew he would hinder her next mission or it would demand an inexplicably lengthy time from her. Regardless of her reason, he was left behind because she most likely concluded he wouldn’t be of much help. And that was more of a reason to prove his worth and unravel his task, that would be a proof that he could’ve been of assistance had she taken him with her. 

Thus with the resolution in mind, Albedo decided to devote himself to his own research, the unseen absolute veracity of this world he had to uncover. If he wished to satisfy his unyielding curiosity, he always had to dedicate his personal time to let his mind run free and find answers to the unknown. The truth of this world wouldn’t be easily seen if he kept a shallow mind and was hindered by the simplicity of mental limitation. Considering the fact that it had been a couple hundreds of years since he was on his own to chase after the sole key to finding the courage to face his master and accompany her travels once more, he was often frustrated with the little progress he made. 

Strangely enough, Albedo sometimes found himself longing for his master’s presence. After all by Teyvat standards, Rhinedottir would be considered his mother figure though she had never once allowed him to even call her by such familiar titles or took care of him like a son. From the moment he opened his eyes, his first instruction was to regard her as “Master” firmly, and that he was to follow his teachings and orders without a second thought. Her words were law. Thus, all of his “childhood” was filled with harsh criticism, nearly impossible workload and study materials she inundated him with. And yet for a synthetic human with only kin he’s ever known being his master, it truly did feel like she was all he had, perhaps all he will ever have. He need only meet her expectations as he always did, and they would be together again. After all, you would need to harness the power of a sun eight times the size of our own in order to naturally create gold. That’s how precious and irreplaceable “Gold” was to Albedo. 

But that’s without human manipulation. 

Perhaps… he could indulge in his true wishes and try to see the universe as Rhinedottir did. Perhaps if he himself could try creating life, he could see this world from a new point of view. To understand the complex concept of entity, death and the world’s principles, it would be an ideal step to pursue by creating life himself. And if he was truly the perfect prototype that met Gold’s strict standards, he should succeed on his first try. He had to. 

And so his expectations were answered. You were created, and you were perfect - just as he designed you to be. 

From the moment you opened your clear eyes in front of him and spoke your first word, he had deemed you an embodiment of perfection. There was a brief urge to name you “perfect” in some sort of ancient uncommon language so you’ll always be reminded of your identity, but ultimately he left it up to your decision as you went on with life. And so you settled for (Name) yourself, and perhaps he liked it even better than the initial name he had in mind. 

His teal eyes seem to stare and observe your every movement, ever since the moment you took your first breath. Albedo had spent a tremendous amount of time perfecting you, each inch of your body was exquisitely crafted to his taste. All the way from your voice to your curiosity, thirst for knowledge that mirrored his own. Perhaps if Rhinedottir were to see you, she’d undoubtedly point out one flaw. You had to breathe unlike Albedo. In truth he had no idea why you seemed to need oxygen in spite of your homunculus nature, he must’ve overlooked a detail whilst crafting you. But it was a minor setback, mortals seem to live just fine with that handicap. He just needed to be wary of letting you near deep water, which Albedo reckoned wouldn’t be too much of a trouble since neither Dragonspine nor Mondstadt city had rivers or oceans you could drown in. You’d know better than to walk into Cider Lake, wouldn’t you? It’s a living being’s first instinct to avoid situations that put them in fatal danger. All in all, your condition didn’t bother him too much though, it  wasn’t a drastic problem in his personal criteria. 

He could conveniently divert your attention elsewhere if you ever grow curious, he could even occasionally fool himself otherwise that he merely made you the way you were to fit into the normal standards of a human society, appearance and voice were just tools that help you adapt to living circumstances and perhaps aid your life. Albedo himself wasn’t exactly well versed in beauty trends and standards, so all of you were truly just what he liked to see and perhaps touch. Of course just for when he had to inevitably touch your skin to teach you alchemy, and for when he at first had to teach you how to bathe and clean, to take care of yourself. Of course he had no other intentions, he truly had no ulterior motives to how he created you to perfectly meet his idea of perfection. Even artists normally draw character figures that suit their idea of pleasing appearance. So there was truly nothing wrong with crafting you to his taste. Right?

After all, social beauty standards change, do they not? It would be much more fruitful to make you the most alluring to himself, since he would never cease to find you attractive. He doesn’t wish to think further about why he wanted you to remain beautiful to him, only to him and refuses to put his mind to such fruitless endeavours. Even the thought of someone else finding his perfection beautiful seems to irk him. 

“Master, here is the dried crystalfly wing powder you asked me to bring.” After three knocks, you entered his door that remained almost permanently shut to hopefully give unwelcome visitors a sign to turn away and leave him at peace without hindering his research process. Not even Sucrose and Timaeus were allowed to enter his office without permission, but you and Klee were most of the time pardoned. You especially, since more often than not you were expected to be his research assistant and ran his small errands, bringing the substances as he told you to. 

“Thank you, (Name). You may place them on my desk over there.” He pointed to the other side of his mahogany desk while taking down points of note on the report he almost religiously completed after every trial, it was astonishing how nearly nothing escaped his eye. 

You performed as he instructed and walked over to the side of the room at a reasonable distance to not interfere and silently watched if he’d address you again. Come to think of it, even when you weren’t on duty, it was just natural to be next to him as you did mundane duties in your own time, reading, scribbling on your worn-out journal he gifted you on your first birthday, and really anything you wanted to do to kill time. Albedo himself was almost always caught up in work and personal experiments, but there were times where he just took leisurely time to discuss with you what you were up to, how you were coping and adapting to the circumstances. You assumed he felt a certain responsibility towards you and if you were ever facing physical, mental or any other issues, you were always to report to him immediately. It was a rigid requirement, Albedo never got frustrated or angry at you unless you gave him a reason to. And one of the worst scoldings you’ve ever gotten up to date was when you hid your physical illness (commonly called the flu) and attempted to assist his research normally despite feeling unusually weak and bodily temperature rising in fever- an attempt for your system to regain wellbeing by overheating and hindering virus multiplication as he later taught you. So in more ways than one, he did hold an authority over you and you never found the fact overbearing. You were aware of how your existence came to be and his identity as your creator, so you merely resumed living as he instructed you to. 

This was one of the parts Albedo had mixed feelings about, you were truly perfect. Perfect for him, never defying his words or going through the “rebellious age” as it seemed to commonly occur in mortal children. Despite his original intentions of making you strong willed to a certain degree in order to help you keep your head high especially in social situations, you somehow turned out to be significantly mellower than he originally intended. That wasn’t to say you were a pushover, he noticed before that you held pride and conviction in your intelligence especially regarding areas you were certain about with others. That was the key word- with others.  Never once did he see that flame in your eyes against him. And frankly he was unsure if he liked that or puzzled by how different you were with him and others. 

But you were his perfection, he had absolutely no intention of interfering with your character at this stage. 

“Master?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he glanced at you with an acknowledging nod as a sign to speak. Perhaps for others, his eerily still gaze would’ve intimidated them. But for you, his teal eyes were the first thing you saw in this world. Your existence has been painted aquamarine ever since, rose-tinted glasses turning ocean hued before you knew it. In a way, he unintentionally taught you about the wonders of the deep sea and sky combined in his eyes since your first sight. And while you weren’t familiar with the concept of beauty at your birth, you were certain that warmth you felt in your chest when he looked at you, it was beauty in all its glory. He was the physical manifestation of beauty to you, as much as you were to him. 

“Is there anything new you’d like for me to assist you with?” He kept his gaze on you unblinking, then smiled softly. 

“No, you may rest for the day.” Just like that, he was back to scribbling down furiously on his notes, attention fully onto his work. You nodded at his dismissal, and made your way to your rucksack that was hanging onto the wall to prepare for takeoff. As you leisurely prepared necessary items to aid your journey from Dragonspine to Mondstadt, Albedo surely took notice of how you grabbed the bag that you only took when you were going away temporarily. His gaze fixated on you, eyes slightly narrowing in thought. He didn’t remember you mentioning an outing. 

“(Name)?” Just as he wondered if you were just going on a walk, a small piece of parchment fell out of your rucksack and landed on the floor. While you were quick to pick up the paper, his eyes captured what he could see. 

And he knew his eyes weren’t deceiving him when the word “date” was clearly written on the parchment. 

For a moment, he couldn’t move or think clearly. When you turned back at your name being called, a sense of unfamiliar dread immediately filled you at the sight. You didn’t know why, but you were sure what you were feeling was anxiety - it grew suffocatingly heavy each second past at the way he was sitting unnaturally still with his body turned towards you. It dawned on you that Albedo wasn’t blinking or moving one bit, blankly staring at your hands. Or you figured, staring at what you were holding. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Albedo crossed his arms as he looked up in your face candidly as he slowly separated his gaze from the letter in your hand. Never once did he aim to be as strict with you as Rhinedottir was with him, but for the first time he felt deeply upset with your behaviour especially when you confirmed his suspicions with your next reply. Perhaps you wouldn’t have had the guts to reply like that if you were raised in a firmer upbringing - a small voice in the back of his head whispered. 

“I seem to have been invited to dinner, master.” You blinked in slight confusion when you realised some of the familiar body languages you observed in him when he was perturbed. No, that wasn’t the word… he looked upset. Unwilling, you couldn’t say for sure, but one thing you knew for a fact was how displeased he looked despite keeping his nonchalant expression as usual. You knew better, you could figure out his mood at relatively ease in comparison to most around. 

An unsettling silence persisted to your dismay, you apprehensively continued peering at him for a reply. Albedo’s stare had never felt this eerie before, you truly had no clue what he was thinking. You were no expert in social cues, but his behaviour right now suggested that you would possibly face his anger if you didn’t do something to figure out what the problem was. And you had to as soon as possible. 

“With whom?” Maybe it was because you were distressed from irking him, you couldn’t answer right away clearly. And it was a mistake on your part. You figured that out when he got off his seat and slowly walked in your direction. 

Now you are scared. 

“C-Cavalry Captain Kaeya from your workplace, master.” You hated how meek your voice sounded just now, it was almost as if you were uncertain in your own answer. It didn’t take him more than fifteen steps inside his somewhat cramped research room until he was basically cornering you to the wall behind. 

“Go on.” Albedo made no further steps to close the distance and instead just kept his unwavering gaze on you. He knew you’d never lie to him. His beloved perfection would under no circumstances betray his trust. And yet for the first time in his life he wished you would, tell him you weren’t going to that outing and never intended to anyway although every one of your behaviours told him otherwise. Now that he’s gotten a closer look, his inquisitive gaze travelled down your body in notice of your attire. 

A skirt, huh. Short one at that- the one he liked the best although he had never told you personally. It was like pouring salt onto the wound that you’d wear that skirt to meet Kaeya of all people. Scratch that, he doesn’t want you gathering anyone’s filthy gaze with or without that skirt. 

You, on the other hand, panicked slightly as he demanded that you provide him with more explanation. What else did he want to hear? That Kaeya had handed you a bouquet of red roses along with the letter that still remains in your room? That he had been courting you indiscreetly almost every time he encountered you on your short trips to Mondstadt city? Or did he want to hear that in truth you were unsure if you even liked Kaeya back and wanted to go out with him to take your mind off things? But it wasn’t your fault that you seemed to catch his interest, and it was Albedo who encouraged you to form interpersonal relationships to maintain a respectable social image. No one else knew about neither your nor his artificial origins, and perhaps to hide that to a certain extent, he (reluctantly) allowed you to interact with others without restraint. 

To think you’d attempt to do on a date , however, was something he had never even considered. 

The eerie silence continued for a time again, you couldn’t even meet his gaze. It was too intimidating and… void. If he had shown the slightest bit of emotion, you probably would have attempted to ease his tension but you couldn’t when you had no idea what his problem stemmed from. For the first time you wished Albedo would’ve gotten angry at you more, maybe if you had encountered his wrath frequently enough, you’d have known what to do. 

“Go. On.” You jumped slightly at his firmer tone of voice and replied with whatever came to mind. 

“I’ll be back soon, it won’t take long…” Again, your voice sounded too docile, unsure. Albedo normally seemed to favour your obedience. This time without exception, he expected you to comply without any complaint as he spoke his next words. 

“You’re not leaving. I forbid it.” It took you a while to grasp what he meant, slowly turning your head to look in his eyes. And when you did you almost regretted doing so as your entire body froze in apprehension. For one, he looked furious . His already expressionless face looked absolutely void, empty. Not to mention, he never forbade you to leave Dragonspine like this so blatantly before. Every bit of body language he gave off forced you into submission. And yet again you couldn’t help but tense up and look at the ground in silence. 

For a moment, he saw his own reflection in you, trembling in fear when Rhinedottir scolded him for making a slight mistake and finding it hard to meet her gaze when he knew it would be full of fury and disappointment. Even so, he couldn’t care less to seem kinder at this moment. 

This time, he raised his pen to place underneath your chin, then slowly pushed your face upwards. A silent sign to not avoid his eyes, not to avoid him . You bit the inside of your cheek as you were forced to match his gaze. 

“(Name).” He continued, and pulled away to put the pen in his pocket after he made sure you wouldn’t turn away again. The anxiety flooding your system still kept you slightly shivering, surely enough he took note of the way you showed signs of fear. But it appears that he had concluded educating you at this moment was a more urgent matter. 

Or rather, he enjoyed having control over you more than he’d like to admit. And as twisted as it sounds inside his head, the alarmed look in your pretty eyes was the cherry on top. 

“Answer me.” 

“Yes, master, I…won’t leave until you permit me to.” You replied as directly as possible, cautious of angering him further. The sense of fear towards Albedo wasn’t something that felt right, you didn’t fancy being scared of him. Especially when most of the time he was your pillar of comfort, your safe haven when you needed him the most. Not the reason you were quivering in fright. 

With an affirming nod, he pulled away slightly and gave you a bit of space to compose yourself. But even that privilege didn’t last too long. 

“I don’t remember giving you orders to call me master.” Albedo tilted his head slightly to the side as he observed your body figure and subtle mannerisms further. By mortal standards, his gaze would undoubtedly be considered shameless and lustful as his pupils unknowingly dilated the lower his gaze travelled. But you didn’t have to know that, and even if you did… let’s just say he’s persuasive and proficient at explaining his unnatural behaviours- especially regarding you. 

“Why is that?” You bit the inside of your cheek again, making your lips form a shape similar to a pout. He noticed how you shifted your body weight from one feet to another, a clear sign of how nervous you were. And fuck , surely you didn’t even know how desirable you looked to Albedo when your eyes were slightly fearful of him, and so sweetly willing to please your master and comply to his demands. 

“I remembered that you called your own creator master… That’s why I just assumed.” Albedo raised his eyebrows in slight dawning as you remembered that brief conversation you two held about Rhinedottir. He never liked talking about her to you, he preferred to keep you in the dark as much as possible. And he had his own reasons, ones he would never speak out loud to anyone. 

Chalk pursues gold - and he wants you to pursue him and him only. He would never allow you to find even a glimpse of another gold in your life, he would be the only one you’ll ever be with. 

“Do you not like it, master? Would you prefer if I-” Your eyes widened when his hand reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. When did he get so close? Too caught up in your panic, you didn’t even realise when he came almost face to face to you. 

“I don’t mind. Do what feels comfortable.” His smooth voice was barely higher than a whisper, the close proximity making you struggle on where to look. At this distance, every single detail of your face graced Albedo’s eyes, he imagined he’d be holding back his breath if his body needed oxygen like humans did. Your timid expression, your desire to perhaps pull back and put more space for comfort that you couldn’t fulfil due to your oh-so-adorable impulse to obey him, everything about you was perfect . He had had the exact same train of thought nearly millions of times now, ever since your creation. 

And the best part? You were perfect only for him . 

A sense of pride filled his senses as he slowly traced the lines of your face from jaw to your ear with his index finger. Albedo’s gaze visibly darkened as he glanced down at your lips parting ever so slightly in surprise, feeling his intentionally intimate gesture. He wanted that, he wanted you aware of his desires. And he knew you wouldn’t dare disobey no matter what he did now.  

“Master…I-” He silenced you with a single look and you fell right into the palm of his hands again. Just where he liked you.  

“Do I scare you, (Name)?” Your name fell off so easily from his lips, cooing in an alluringly sweet voice. Albedo’s eyes yet again dropped to your body as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed your chest to his firmly. He would be lying if he didn’t have… thoughts about his own lovely perfection before. In fact, on rare occasions where he happened to face problems with carnal desires, more often than not he found himself picturing your pretty body, your eyes and the way you called him master. And now having you so closely pressed to his body, your soft figure felt even better than his imagination. He reckoned just envisioning it wouldn’t suffice anymore. 

“N-No.” You tried to reply firmly, silently wishing you meant your words. But you both knew that the truth was otherwise. 

“Don’t lie to me.” If you were apprehensive before, your body froze in tension as Albedo suddenly placed his hand onto your neck. Walking another step closer, he pushed your back to the wall as he still kept his arm around you tightly. He wasn’t choking you by any means, his cool hand just warningly rested on your neck- a reminder of what he’d do if you lied or disobeyed him again. Instinctively, your breath hitched in fright.

“Yes- I am a bit…” You struggled not to reach out and hold onto his wrist to pull him away- it would undoubtedly anger him. And as that familiar look of fear filled your eyes, Albedo found himself strangely satisfied and intrigued. With an experimental squeeze of his hands, your back straightened as you took a sharp breath although it wasn’t cutting off your airflow just yet. Maybe he was even glad you were born with the need to breathe, otherwise he couldn’t indulge in…this action of his. 

You didn’t know why, but your sight dropped unintentionally to his lips as he suddenly fell silent. The silent anticipation on what he’d do or say next laid heavy in your mind. And when he noticed where your eyes were fixated on, Albedo couldn’t find it in himself to hold back anymore. 

Before you knew it, he pulled you in by your neck and his lips were on yours as he finally indulged in his dormant desires. You gasped quietly at the way he messily locked his lips onto yours, the kiss hungry and full of pent up lust as you struggled to respond and tensed your body as well as your mouth. Mimicking the way his eyes closed, you too fluttered yours shut as your hands hesitantly held onto his arm in an attempt to gain composure and reciprocate his actions. 

“Open your mouth.” A shiver ran down your spine as his voice rumbled out, unfamiliarly breathy and raspy to the point you barely recognized it was him. You slowly parted your lips as his tongue entered your mouth, immediately brushing over yours. An unfamiliar whimper escaped you, the entirety of the situation feeling too new, too sudden. 

WIthout pulling his lips away, he dropped his hands downwards and hoisted you up, gripping tightly under your thighs and shifting around your hips. In an attempt to find balance, your hands hastily wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist, body pressed firmly into his. You had half the mind to wonder if you were heavy, but it was a fleeting thought as he looked like he was unbothered, too caught up in his desires to claim you as his own. In his mind you already were his, you were his perfection, his creation. You just seemed to need a reminder. 

With your body completely in his hold, you trembled softly as he pulled his lips away reluctantly to walk over to his desk. Albedo carelessly pushed off his precious reports off the surface and laid you down on your back, the hard wooden veneer uncomfortably stiff underneath you. His uncharacteristic impatience was shocking, never in a million years would you have imagined he would throw his papers on the ground like that. 

“Master- Your reports-” Your words came to an abrupt end as he held onto your thighs to pull your body towards him, forcing them apart and standing in between. 

“Eyes on me, (Name). I could rewrite them anytime.” Again, his voice was laced with that unfamiliar tone of huskiness, lust as you assumed. You had never seen such a gaze anywhere before, especially not from your normally composed master. Albedo leaned in closer to press his hips in between your thighs, dark teal gaze never leaving yours. A quiet gasp dropped from your lips as his hardness pressed into your clothed heat, barely separated by your stocking and panties. As much as you wanted to pull away and tell him you weren’t ready for this, you knew you couldn’t get him to stop. Not when his hunger for you was so painfully evident. 

Albedo’s stare was almost penetrating, still gaze boring into each flash of expression as his hands unbuttoned your shirt. It was so painfully slow, each button coming off and exposing more of your bare skin, and him nearly worshipping the sight from your collarbones, chest, and downwards. Your body moved on its own at his single glance, lifting your upper body so he can remove the piece of fabric fully. And to your mortification, he just looked for a while, tongue lightly running over his lips as he drank in the sight of your body half bare. Another shiver ran down your spine as the cold snowy air from his window met your exposed skin. 

“Wait… I don’t know if we should be doing this.” You voiced out your slight reluctance, to which his eyes narrowed in displease. His hands reached out to pull down your bra, cupping his hands over your soft breasts. Albedo paid no attention to the way your body quivered in fear and weakly tried to pull away, settling on squeezing harder to keep you still. Another warning to remind you what would happen if you protested. 

“Do you not want to please me?” His voice was smooth and sickeningly sweet, coercing you to give into him like you always did. Deep down, both of you knew it wouldn’t take long before you succumbed to him. 

“I…” You whimpered out quietly as his gloved hands roughly kneaded your chest until he decided it just wasn’t enough. The leather barrier was interrupting his experience. Momentarily he pulled away, bit onto the tips of his gloves to slide them off, then placed his bare hands onto your warm skin once more. Your teeth sank down onto your bottom lip as his cool hands massaged your soft mounds, making you whine pitifully when his fingers pinched onto your nipples. 

“You’re so soft…” Albedo sounded more like he was talking to himself as he curiously caressed and squeezed your chest, gaze fluctuating between your flushed face, open lips making the prettiest sounds, and the way your breasts looked in his hands. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed more. 

You felt your face heat up more in embarrassment, feeling his hands leave your chest and slid slowly down your waist. He never knew how or why your body was warmer than his, and he didn’t care to find out as he slowly grew fond of your warmth. Albedo lowered his hands more, reaching your hips as he traced a circle over your hip bone. He contemplated if he should strip the flowy miniskirt too, but decided against it from how snugly it fit on your waistline and accentuated your pretty body. Instead, he slithered his hands underneath and grabbed onto your inner thighs and ripped your thin stockings around the crotch. Your eyes closed as you felt the painful embarrassment and fear fill your senses, deciding you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Master, please-” You planted your elbows onto the desk and lifted your body upwards, your hair messily cascading down your face. Albedo glanced at you with unimpressed eyes, reluctantly letting you speak. 

“I don’t want this, I…I’m scared.” It had been your first time speaking against him, and he was clearly displeased with your hesitance. You tried your best to hold your head up high, feigning confidence, but even that surge of resistance quickly disappeared when he grabbed onto your neck to pull you in closer. His grip was tight this time, cutting off your airflow as you instinctively reached out to his wrist in a futile attempt to loosen his hold. 

“I’m your master.” Albedo reminded you, his voice dangerously low. His other hand brushed over your clothed heat, pressing down onto the wet spot over your entrance. 

“And it seems like your body is honest in spite of your words.” You shivered and made a weak choking sound mixed with a whine when he moved away your underwear to slide his finger down your drenched folds. It was humiliating, the squelching sounds coming from your body as he moved his finger even slightly. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, the way his fingertips circled around your hole, gathered more slick and dragged it upwards- it made the lewdest sounds to your horror. 

“Why are you so wet if you don’t want me?” An almost mocking smirk plastered on his lips, he gripped your neck tighter as he found your clit with ease. All sense of your surroundings slowly faded away as your lungs burned in asphyxiation, yet the dull sense of pleasure from his slender finger flicking and circling over your clitoris held your consciousness lucid. You hated how good it felt, hated how your body heated up in desire, hated the way he was doing this to you. 

Just as you felt like you were about to black out, Albedo pushed you onto your back again, his hand shielding your head from slamming down onto the hard surface. As if that would hurt more than what he was going to do, you bit your lip as you closed your eyes in shame. 

“This is an important action of intimacy shared amidst lovers, (Name).” You hated how calm and composed he sounded as the simple chiming of his belt unbuckling and falling to the floor felt deafeningly loud in your ears. Before you knew it, an unfamiliar feeling of hardness pressed in between your folds, sliding down slowly to your entrance. 

“But- but we’re not…” You whimpered pitifully again, tensing your thighs and tried to close your legs although it was of no use from him standing in between. 

“We are.” He pressed his lips onto yours firmly again, then pushed his hips in. Despite your initial attempt to keep your mouth closed, your lips parted in a pained whine as he forced open your insides- it hurts, it hurts so bad. As you cried out in discomfort, he took it as a sign to plant his lips harder, muffling your sounds and sinking his teeth onto your bottom lip to add onto the pain. The way your face twisted in exertion, the way your snug walls felt around his cock, the tears welling up in your eyes, it all veiled Albedo’s mind completely as he sank in fully into you. Your legs trembled from the dull aching, pressing into his sides in a desperate attempt to pull him away. 

“Hold still, stop moving. It’ll only make it hurt more.” He pulled away his lips and he rested his head on your shoulder as he shifted and started pressing his hips deeper inside. Without his mouth on yours, your voice flowed freely as you made pained moans as his girth stretched your walls, the penetration burning not only in between your legs but spreading to your entire body. It almost felt like your bottom half was losing sense, and for a moment you wished it would so it would ease the throbbing ache from him forcing your insides to accommodate his size. All of your resistance seemed to fade away as the only thought in your head was the excruciating stretch, the way his cold hands held onto your hips tightly, nails digging into your skin and leaving crescent marks. He pulled out until only the tip remained then rammed in all the way experimentally, making you gasp and squirm in resistance. In contrast to your pained whimpers, his noise sounded satisfied, feeling a sense of bliss from your tight walls embracing his cock pleasurably. 

“Did I not teach you physical intimacy is performed only with your significant lover? Isn’t that why you’re still inexperienced?” Albedo didn’t sound as composed as before, thrusts growing shallow as he groaned quietly from how your body accommodated him. You couldn’t reply, all you could manage was discomforted whimpers and holding on desperately so you wouldn’t pass out from the pain. He claimed your body greedily, sliding his cock in and out at a faster pace as he grew used to the feeling. You were perfect, fuck , you were perfect for him. His perfection, his, his . 

“Would you do this with someone else?” If you were one bit more lucid than you were, you probably would’ve wanted to slap him and push him away. But you couldn’t manage, you couldn’t even resist his grip as his hands slid upwards from your hips to your waist as he held you down forcefully with no room for even squirming anymore. It hurt, it hurt. With no regard to your walls still clamping down in discomfort, he dragged his cock inside of you over and over, the humiliating sounds of skin against skin ringing in your ear. 

With your last shred of pride, you opened your mouth to say you would, and that anyone would be better than him. He took notice of the change in your gaze, then shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You drooled helplessly as he pushed in deeper both into your mouth and into your insides, you gagged as his fingers reached deep into your throat. Albedo pressed his chest down onto yours to force you still, pressed down on your tongue, making you choke even more. Tears dropped down your face onto the mahogany desk as his hips kept slamming into yours, his hardness rubbing painfully on your walls as you struggled to get used to the sensation still. Your muscles convulsed from the aching stretch, you didn’t even know if he was that girthy or if it was his relentless pace barely giving you time to breathe, or your inexperience. Whatever it was, it hurt so bad, to the point you felt all of your strength fade with each thrust he forced into you. And perhaps it was your lack of resistance causing your muscles to relax, the sensation of him dragging his cock in and out slowly seemed to mix with the slightest hints of pleasure. 

A part of you was relieved when the pain was at least soothed with the glimpse of bliss, but another half was furious and ashamed that your body would get used to this so easily. Especially when he pulled out and slammed back in, the friction grew almost pleasant, the way his veiny cock dragged over near your entrance only to dive in deep again. Albedo didn’t miss the way your voice shook with a more pleasured moan, then rose his head from your shoulder to look in your face. He knew you’d give in eventually, and he was finally seeing you unravel underneath him and entrust your body to him. A twisted sense of love and longing on his dark gaze, he lowered his head again and left a trail of sickeningly gentle kisses over your neck. You shuddered and squealed weakly as your body succumbed to him, his loving kisses on your collarbones to your shoulders in contrast to his painful thrusts clouding your mind. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak or resist, all you could do was take whatever he had to give you. And that’s exactly what Albedo wanted. This is how you looked the prettiest, the most perfect version of you, moaning under him as he took your body to the apex of his desires. Soon enough you’ll get used to it, you’d perhaps even get addicted to him fucking into you like this. With time he will have you where he wants you. He always did. 

Just as your body fell limp in lack of energy, he thrusted from a slightly different angle as he arose after pushing your thighs to your chest. Your body helplessly quivered and your back arched, a particularly lewd moan falling from your lips from the new spot he brushed over. Albedo’s eyes widened in slight surprise, then a smug smirk appeared on his lips. 

“Here?” He pushed his hips at the same angle again while holding your thighs still, the tip of his cock dragging over your g-spot almost painfully hard. You jolted in pleasure as your eyes were wide open, the pain fading away slowly to your horror. Albedo hummed softly at your reaction, seemingly pleased with your face showing clear signs of pleasure no matter how much you tried to conceal. 

“No- No, wait wait- No- Ah-! Please fuck, no-!” Your protests went unheard, or rather ignored as he slammed back in while mentally noting both your spot and the angle. It would be of use in future endeavours. 

“Just let me please you, (Name). You don’t need to resist so much.” Albedo’s pleased smile persisted in spite of his urgent thrusts, the dull aching of his relentless penetration still lingering but the pleasure filled your senses more this time. None of your expressions were left unappreciated by his watchful eyes, drinking in the sight of you losing control and letting go of your pride. Your mind was a blur, you almost couldn’t see him anymore from your tears welling in your eyes although the feeling of his cock forcefully thrusting into your insides and pounding over your tender spot held your bodily reactions and consciousness lucid. Another high pitched whine fell from your lips as his grip tightened on your flesh, spreading your legs open more as he slammed in, the humiliating sound of your wetness and your moans drowning out Albedo’s own pleasured pants. If the circumstances had been different, perhaps you would’ve quietly admired how pretty his soft moan sounded, smooth voice almost tickling your heartstrings. But with the way his gaze shifted in between the way his cock sank in and out of you coating him in your clear lubrication and your face twisting in both pain and pleasure, you still felt the lingering heartbreak from the way he forced himself on you so suddenly. It wasn’t as though you didn’t hold affection for your master, in fact you were sure you held feelings for him deep inside. Your quiet love for him both faded away and intensified with every time he rutted his hips into you, your rationality and your heart dividing into two. A deceitful voice whispered that Albedo was doing this because he loved you, this was an act shared between lovers, remember? He wouldn’t make love with anyone else, you were special. You tried your best to silence these twisted thoughts, yearning to convince yourself that this couldn’t be out of love. It couldn’t, then why was he slamming his hips into yours so forcefully, why were you still crying both in pleasure and heartache as he used your body so carelessly? 

“I love you.” To your horror, Albedo whispered quietly just enough for you to hear. You blinked and let the tears run down as you looked at him in confusion. Love? This is love? He loved you? 

“I love you, (Name).” He repeated again, looking at you with a gaze so tender and soft, all the while he sank his fingers down onto your thighs almost painfully and kept rutting his hips feverishly into you. From the repetitive motion Albedo’s half braided hair came loose, cascading over his face so unfairly prettily. His loving gaze, slight pink flush on his cheeks and the affectionate smile- it felt wrong, it felt like a lie but you knew he meant it. Or at least you somehow believed so. You didn’t know how or why, you didn’t have the leisure to think about such things, but when he let go of your thighs and leaned over to kiss your lips gently, all of your apprehension seemed to evaporate into the cold air as you found yourself kissing him back weakly. His lips moved over yours slowly, a sharp contrast to the way he was still pounding deep into your raw insides. Even the pain seemed to melt away like it was never there in the first place, your muscles completely relaxing and taking his cock in freely. Albedo moaned into your mouth softly as he continued taking you passionately, and before you knew it, you felt the growing pressure inside you burst. Your walls clamped down tightly around his cock, making him groan again as you spasmed around him, coating his length in your cum. The somewhat unexpected orgasm washed over your body, making you tense and squirm underneath him but this time you weren’t trying to desperately push him away. In fact, you mindlessly wrapped your legs around him and sighed into the kiss as he slowed down slightly not to overstimulate you too much. His small acts of kindness were almost laughable after all he’s done, but you’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t squeezing in silent delight, relishing in his love. Yes, love. 

If this was his love, maybe you’d learn to accept him for what he is. Maybe you’d accept your role as his perfect creation and mend into his every demand. You couldn’t think anymore, kissing him back weakly as you slowly came down from your climax. 

And just as he noticed your orgasm slowly fade away, his pace yet again increased until he was pounding deep into you again. You let it happen, you couldn’t find it in yourself to resist anymore. At least that’s what you thought as you felt him twitch inside your walls and not pull back the slightest, seemingly even diving in deeper and deeper each thrust. 

And your heart sank in your chest again. 

“Master no- No, not inside, please master, what if-” 

“Neither of us know if we’re fertile, and we’ll- mmh, take care of it should the time come.” Albedo grunted as he kept snapping his hips to yours desperately, pace growing frantic as he neared his orgasm. In truth he had no intention of “taking care” of any accidents, it wouldn’t even be an “accident” to begin with. He wanted you to be his, and if getting you knocked up with his baby would make you give in, that’s what he’ll settle for. Whatever it took for you to be his, he’d do. Anything for his beloved perfection to be all his on the palm of his hands. 

“No- Master no- please, no-!” Your squeals were unheard and disregarded once more, his head resting on the crook of your neck as he moaned a bit louder as the pleasure washed over you again, deliberately angling his hips to pound into your sensitive spot over and over as you writhed in the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm. The overstimulation made you cry louder, tears dropping down your face again as you tried your best to hold on, and after a while he thrusted one last time deeply into you, then warmth flooded inside your womb. It was a bizarre feeling of his cum spilling deep inside of your walls, the warm liquid threatening to drip down if he pulled out. And precisely with that in mind, he rested his head on your chest again as both of you panted heavily after the intense shocks of your release. You cried softly as you felt your body feel used and ruined, and the fear of potential pregnancy laid hefty in your mind. If Albedo didn’t know if you were fertile, there was no finding out was there? He didn’t even know if he himself could impregnate you? The petrifying questions remained unanswered as you laid helplessly and unmoving underneath the weight of his body. 

Albedo, on the other hand, felt his chest squeeze with delight and fulfilment. His own borderline delusional emotions clouded his mind- perhaps this is the truth of this world. Holding another life in your hands as your own. You were a life he could fully control, that had to be the meaning of his existence. The reason why he was born into this world. For the first time in his existence, Albedo didn’t care if his answer would fit into Rhinedottir’s assessment criteria. What he held in his arms at this moment was worth more than anything that has ever graced his solitude of a life. 

-

The next day, the red roses Kaeya gave you mysteriously disappeared without a trace along with the vase. You never knew what happened to it, but you knew better than to pry. 

Chalk pursues gold. And he’d always make sure that you remained his flawless gold, not the one who left him behind. He just had to make sure you never found out that you were crafted to perfectly resemble his master in her golden shadows, a secret he intended to keep until the day of his perish. 

#super dark content #albedo x reader smut

[alatusprinz]

"always you - flower face" was playing in the background when i wrote this:)

midnight endeavors. - wanderer x reader

genre : fluff

scenario : listening to wanderer's life history for the first time. ( reader is inspired from infp-ish personality bc i adore the idea of scara with a soft s/o)

the wanderer was used to a lot of things. in his painfully long existence, he’d seen things people would never dare dream of, walked through hell confidently with a bitter smirk plastered on his fair face. gritted his teeth through the painful betrayals from those most important to him only to realize it was never as he perceived the truth to be. and after everything, 

in the end- here he was. his indigo eyes looked a tad softer, clearer than you remembered as you finally finished listening to him explaining his past. you felt the amount of trust he had put in you, and wanted nothing more than to embrace him at this moment. yet, silent fear of disturbing him nagged at the back of your mind. to wait. wait for him to open himself more to you. wait until he is completely comfortable with your touch. 

otherwise, perhaps he’d break or scatter from your touch. especially with the forceful disinterested voice and masked blank expression he skillfully upheld in front of you. you could see through his facade, but decided to hold your tongue. one day. one day he’d be ready and you planned on waiting for that day no matter how long it takes. 

when he finished talking and finally glanced at you, however, you noticed his clear, calm violet eyes flash in an expression that resembled revelation.

he crossed his arms to mask his shock again, to keep his composure as he always did around everyone. 

“... why are you crying?” he tried, he swore he really tried not to sound judgmental and crude as he talks to everybody else. he remembers how your face fell subtly whenever he made a particularly harsh statement, how you’d try to explain his behavior to people who weren’t accustomed to him. the worst of it all, he sometimes didn’t know you were in a bad mood already and made it worse with his sharp tongue. no, wanderer never meant it towards you, ever. that’s why he was trying so hard, trying and learning this paradox of  “human emotion” he used to despise to the fullest.

you, on the other hand, only realized a stray tear had rolled down your cheek when he explicitly pointed it out. the mention of his young friend, the ashes and heart, the bittersweet tragedy of his tale as kabukimono, as kunikuzushi, as balladeer and now, as your wanderer. everything about him made you crave more, need more of him, want to love, and be loved in return. especially once you realized he was capable of love no matter how much he defied your suspicions. after all, there was no denying the warmth in his gaze sometimes, no lie in his featherlight touch when he sometimes absentmindedly caresses your cheek when he thinks you’re sleeping. he touches you so gently, like he didn’t believe his sight. like he wasn’t sure if you, or him in fact were real. maybe he had really fallen and faded away to nothing but ashes. maybe he never truly awoke again after his bitter defeat, falling from the sky-high seat of a god, only to be reduced to nothing but dust the moment he fell from that mechanical body. that’s why the true gods he used to hate so much have finally graced him with this hard-to-believe reality- a beautiful one, a meaning in life he found with you by his side. 

he was free now, he was determined in spending the rest of his time wandering the vast world to destinations that suit his liking. until he met yet another mortal he’d fallen hopelessly attached to. 

a joke, wasn’t it? wanderer was sure he had learnt from his past. even if it never meant that his mortal kins were unfaithful to him, he was still convinced that mortals just weren’t meant to exist alongside him. only this time, your loving gaze on him kept coaxing his true self out of his shell with no regards to his reluctance. no, in truth he didn’t want to grow this close to you. but he couldn’t deny you, the closer you came to the wanderer, the more he felt himself slipping away from the clutches of his old persona. he truly changed, thanks to you, a mere mortal- frail, emotional, soft spoken and sweet-toothed who cries at the tales of someone else. unbelievable. 

“i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to, it was just-” you stumbled over your words, unsure how to explain how you felt about his past. the last thing you wanted was for him to get annoyed over your tears or somehow make him misunderstand that you’re making this about yourself. you really wanted to say how thankful you were to be trusted, how you would be there for when the nights seemed darker than usual, yet no coherent words left your mouth. amidst your panic and futile attempts at hiding your tear-stained face, you failed to notice his same violet eyes soften even more than before. so this was what it felt like to have someone by your side, to have someone… so endearing, crying over his pain as if it were your own. he did, in fact, have friends before, two of them even. but what he was feeling inside was nothing he’d ever imagined prior to your fated encounter.

the wanderer wasn’t sure if he could put a finger on his feelings for now. but he was sure he was gradually realizing why he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you when you aren’t paying attention to him- even if this meant he would end up proving that he was just as human as you were. why he was infinitely entertained by your reactions to his teasing, and sometimes bickering. how he wasn’t entirely angered when you won the pesky quarrel with a witty remark. how he’d “accidentally” brush his hand against yours just to see your eyes widen and avoid his gaze like nothing happened. your body language never lied, that’s one thing he found amusing about you. 

speaking of amusement, he was truly puzzled the first time he got to know you. how were you so mellow? so mellow to the point you seemed like you'd shatter at the touch of his cold porcelain hands.

he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt this protective of you, perhaps even from yourself.  

and now, maybe he finally realized why having a precious fragile human like you cry over his past life story like it was your own brought this warm cozy sensation in his chest. he stayed quiet, silently gazing at you with his chin resting on his hand. 

“...are you done yet?” he felt himself cringe at his usual rough tone, he found it incredibly difficult to not sound like this. fortunately, you seemed to be slowly calming down. but not fast enough to his liking. 

that’s it.

with a deep sigh, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your figure towards his own in one swift motion. for such a slender body, he truly had incredible strength, you had to give him that. 

“what-” your eyes shot open, your sniffling dying down in one quick second from shock.

“humans, especially crybaby ones like you tend to find comfort in physical contact, correct? then so be it. find comfort in me.” rely on me, need me like i need you- he wanted to say but lacked the courage to. he truly had no other way he could word his feelings, but you saw the genuine concern hidden behind his ethereal lavender eyes. he’d never do this with anyone else, not even if the sun arose in the west and set in the east. you were both aware. his grand violet eyes still shone in high honor and pride, yet you felt his hand shiver ever so lightly around you. 

is he nervous? you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. 

you stopped gawking at him, and allowed yourself to relax against his chest, burying your head in the space between his neck and shoulder. it was strange indeed- the amount of comfort you found in his embrace. his body wasn’t that warm, you imagined it might be cold to cuddle with him on winter nights. but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to spend eternity embraced by his hands. 

your dear wanderer. you snuggled closer in a protective manner, even going as far as to snake your arms around his thin waist. the wanderer’s brows furrowed slightly to your actions, a highly unnecessary and bothersome pink flush dusting his normally pale cheeks. damn you and your gentle touches, always making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

speaking of warm and fuzzy, you were too. he absentmindedly tightened his arms around you, just to feel your body push against his closer. letting out a small sigh of relief, wanderer stared up at the night sky. to think that he would be the one ended up comforted by an embrace, instead of his original intentions. as much as he refused to admit out loud, he truly could get used to this, relaxing and feeling the serenity of the eternal midnight with you wrapped up in his hands. 

neither of you spoke a word. he hugged you to calm you down from your crying, and it looked like he succeeded from the absence of your sniffling and sobbing. yet still, neither of you spoke a word, too busy tangled up in one another’s bodies.

[alatusprinz]

#tbh i dont care ab aesthetics as long as the writing is good

[alatusprinz]

Icarus and the Sun.

Summary: you hate him, but you are drawn to him.

Pairings: Yandere [Kaedehara Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche, Shikanoin Heizou, Venti, Aether (Traveler and Abyss Prince), Alhaitham, Kaveh, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Kaeya Alberich, Diluc, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma, Cyno, Tighnari] x fem! reader.

Word count: 500 + words.

Warnings: n. sfw, possessiveness, unhealthy relationships, breeding, oral (giving and receiving), etc.

A/n: okay first post here and trying a new format this time. I hope someone likes it mwah ! (if that is the case, I might try writing it for other fandoms, no promises, though).

If you enjoy my works, please consider reblogging / leaving a comment !

You despise his sweetness and gentle disposition. Well mannered and polite to everyone, whoever happened to see you with him would assume you are just another loving couple.

The reality, however, couldn’t be more different. For behind the closed doors of his bedroom, your moans sing the stories of battles between Heaven and Hell.

His teeth mark every inch of your previously pristine skin, now covered in the seal of what he deems to be “love that knows no bounds”. His fingers tease your aching core. You hate how wet he makes you when you told yourself you can’t stand him.

And yet, you need more of him.

So you comply with his every tantalizing and intoxicatingly sweet word of praise, coming undone for him, your clear juices coating his fingers.

He brings them to your mouth.

— KAZUHA, KAVEH, Tighnari, Aether (Traveler), Thoma.

He is well respected among his peers, exuding an aura of confidence, a gentleman personified.

To you? He borders tyrannic when you find yourself under him, your back on the mattress, beads of sweat coating your skin. His girthy length pushes inside you, because you can take it like a good girl, right? He gives you everything you could want, you are his princess, after all. So behave and be good for him.

Your body goes both numb and soars in pleasure when his reddened tip hits your sweet spot relentlessly. You think if he keeps this up you might faint.

But oh? what’s this? Are you crying? Good, because he’s not finished.

With a swift move, he pulls out, taking ahold of your hair.

Now you will please him, he comments, as he pushes his cock past your lips.

And you better swallow when he tells you too, if you don’t want to end up with the imprints of his hands raw against your butt.

— ZHONGLI, ALBEDO, ALHAITHAM, Kamisato Ayato, Diluc, AETHER (Abyss Prince), Cyno, Xiao.

He knows how to be adorable and gilt trip you with his puppy eyes.

Are you going to be so heartless as to reject him when his brows knit in confusion at your lack of affection?

No, of course not.

Then don’t blame him when he has you whimpering and leaving nail tracks on his back, will you?

You wanted this and now you better wait and cum only when he allows you, he whispers in your ear, as his fingers fondle your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples.

So you resign yourself to this fate, his hot seed filling your throbbing insides, consequences be damned.

— VENTI, HEIZOU, Thoma, Childe, KAEYA, Kazuha, Cyno.

You are well aware he has the word ‘danger’ spelled all over him like a neon sign.

And still, against your better judgment, your heart can’t help but to follow him.

And you would, to the ends of the earth, forever, if it wasn’t because he’s already dragging you down Hell with him.

Because when his hands find your hips, pushing you into the bed, you are fooled by his smile.

Because when delicate fingers undress you, he fools you for a second time with lingering kisses to your jawline.

And if you didn’t know better, he’d fool you again, as his tongue laps at your wet folds, seemingly so affectionately.

But you know him.

Painting your every inch in the grotesque white of his essence.

Making you cry, overstimulating you until you are screaming his name.

Filling your insides, unbearably warm, addictively blissful.

Death or rebirth? You can never know with him.

— SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato.

jingyuanfairy 2023. Do not copy, do not translate, do not plagiarize, do not claim as yours. Do not share outside of tumblr.

#holy FUCK #godDAMN im sc reaming #tasty tasty smut <3

[alatusprinz]

‘Cause there’s this tune I found.

Summary: during your night shifts at the local CD & music store, an interesting boy who comes by regularly catches your attention. His music tastes seem to align with yours, and perhaps that's not the only thing you will share.

Pairing: Scaramouche/Wanderer x gn! reader.

Word count: 1.1 k.

Warnings: fluff, meet cute (kinda?), tsundere Scara (but he’s sweet too), modern au.

A/n: this is a piece I wrote nearly a year ago on my first writing blog (which is deleted now). Looking back on it, I kind of like this one, so I decided to repost it here. If you recognize this story, or me, for that fact, hi ! I hope you still like it. This was supposed to be the first chapter of a series I hope to continue some day.

If you enjoy my works, please consider reblogging / leaving a comment !

One more night, one more shift; and the same boy perusing the shelves where the alt rock and indie CDs are placed, in sight.

You've been curious about him for quite a while now: he usually comes by when the sky is turning shades of deep violet, and the first stars make their appearance for the young night ahead; which is to say, he shows up when closing time is nearing, but there's still plenty of time to browse around, if one is familiar with the rows upon rows of musical records archived through the aisles and shelves.

There are some things that pick your interest about this mystery man, and you would be lying if you didn't admit that the first time you noticed him, you thought he was attractive: hair dark as midnight and shiny as the starlight lighting it up, cut unevenly and a bit messy, but framing his features to perfection and making him look all the more charming; eyes a deep, deep shade of lilac, curious, sly and guarded, matching the color of the heavens at the time of his arrival, framed by long lashes and rimmed by sharp black eyeliner, the same color his nails are painted; multiple thin silver rings on his fingers and lining the lobes of his ears; dark jeans with several rips and holes in them, and porcelain skin, unblemished and looking oh so soft.

And you would be lying too if you didn't say that you've been dying to strike up a conversation with him.

His appearance may have been the first thing that caught your eye about him, but through the nights, you've noticed that, whenever he buys, the albums he chooses are usually amongst your favorites. You've never been able to work up the courage though, given that the boy doesn't seem the talking type, barely greeting with a raspy ‘good night’, despite the fact he's a regular customer.

But tonight, you decide that, if you want to know about him, you'll have to leap out of your comfort zone, and take a step toward the unknown of the twilight he embodies.

“Hey” you greet him, smiling, when he comes to the register. He returns the greeting with his usual two words, so you try to extend the chat. Noticing the CD he's picked today, and it being by one of your favorite artists, you keep talking.

“This is one of my favorite bands! I notice it's not the first time you've purchased something by them. Their lead guitarist really is skilled, but the one on rhythm guitar is amazing too, on one of the songs of this album they play a duo and if you've seen the video of the live concert the public goes crazy. If you like this band i also recommend-”

Suddenly, there's a voice talking above your own.

"Excuse me, I just came here for the album, so would you mind hurrying it up? Some of us have places to be.”

You stare owlishly at the boy in front of you, which judging by the absence of other customers inside the shop, must have been the one to speak.

At first you didn't recognize the tone, this being the most you've heard him say. As commanding as his voice sounded just now, his eyes are averted, as if he was embarrassed to look at you.

And it may be the low light and your tired sight playing tricks on you, but you could swear his cheeks are tinted in a faint red.

He pays quickly, and is out of the establishment before you can steal a second glance at him.

—

He has completely and utterly messed up. Kunikuzushi can feel his cheeks burning white hot and all of a sudden the cool night air feels suffocating. He's out of his favorite and most frequented store, has bought the new album of one of his most beloved bands, and he's distressed.

He knows he can be too stubborn for his own good, but lashing out at the cool employee he's been eyeing and coming back to the shop for, is too much for him to let it go.

With his obsession of keeping his feelings and emotions locked under key to avoid being hurt, he's now sure he has torn to shreds his chance to get to know the person he thinks of in the silence of dreams; and who makes the tune of his heart beat erratically, akin to a guitar rift picking up the pace of a ballad that started slow.

—

Three days have passed without a trace of him.

Sure, your last exchange wasn't exactly pleasant, but you could see there was more to this boy clad in dusk that he let on with his angry outburst.

And so, the night goes by, the stars above sleepless, their light shining upon the mysteries hiding between shadows of purple. Closing time practically upon you, you begin to gather your things and get ready to clock out for the day.

But maybe the universe wanted for you to wait a few instants more, because suddenly, you hear the chime of the bell above the door.

“Sorry, we're clo- oh it's you.”

And sure enough, the boy who seems one with the night sky is standing there, hands in the pockets of his faded and oversized light blue denim jacket, head hung slightly low, eyes of amethyst that won't dare to look your way.

As he is now, he is definitely a sheep in wolves’ clothing, all the tough guy act gone from his expression, leaving in sight the raw parts of his emotions.

“I... I wanted to say sorry. For the other day. You were trying to be nice and I was rude. I apologize.”

His cheeks are definitely bright red now, the color extending to his neck and ears, like a dying star amidst a crimson nebula.

Not looking at you, he extends one of his hands, in which he's holding a CD of sorts. You don't recognize the cover, so you look up at him confused. He seems to pick up on it, because he quickly adds:

“I put some of what I consider to be the best songs from the albums I've been buying together in here. Like a playlist of sorts. It's for you.”

When he feels the object being removed from his hand, but doesn't hear you say anything, he fears he's messed up again, but then he hears your “thank you!” In a tone full of awe. It's in that instant when he steels himself and finally glances your way, to be met with your bright smile and soft expression.

“I don't think I know your name, by the way.”

“It's Kunikuzushi, but just call me Scara.”

“Okay Scara boy, I'm [Y/n]. Nice to officially meet you.”

zuhanymph 2023. Do not copy, do not translate, do not plagiarize, do not claim as yours. Do not share outside of tumblr.

#i am gen so down bad for him it's crazy #screaming bc cute <3 #sdfghujkol #the way'd disappear out of earth if he said that but #the way scara came back to apologize <3

[alatusprinz]

being on Tumblr is like playing a violin in a concert hall for thousands of people and a few of them clap, then honking a kazoo to amuse your 2 friends AND SUDDENLY YOU HAVE 20K NOTES

[alatusprinz]

but no yeah lets have the conversation:

"the CEO doesnt want to run that kind of website" Excuse, shouldnt have bought the 'go nuts show nuts whatever' website if thats the case. APPEAL DENIED

"we have to follow the TOS of the appstores we're hosted on" Excuse item one, no you dont, item two, you have since those days implimented infrastructure that would allow pornography and sex work on this platform Without violating TOS of any applicable app store. APPEAL DENIED

"we own the site we get to make the rules" Incorrect, this site has only ever made profit when the users willed it. we collectively own the site as a hive mind and no legal change in ownership will change that. APPEAL DENIED

"we have to keep this website safe for the children who use it" Argument based on fallacy banning pornography and sex workers does not prevent pornography and sex work from occuring on the site, it only forces aforementioned users to hide and avoid labling their content appropriately, which REDUCES the safety for children and sex workers alike instead of increasing it, this has been shown to the point that making this argument at all is tantamount to admiting fascist intent APPEAL DENIED

[alatusprinz]

im super into slowburns so i'd def love it if you wrote as long as you'd like! i don't like fics without development and progress and that's what i like about your fics tbh, especially smuts bc it's not just physical you always add the love in your smuts it's so scrumptious to read <3

This is such an appreciated compliment, thank you anon! It's my style to write super long as I've noticed, to each their own definitely :) Have a great day!

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