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Albedo x Reader - Locum Tenens. / Consummatus.

warning/genre: yandere/dubcon/noncon content, asphyxiation/choking, babytrapping, forceful breeding, sadism, Albedo being Albedo, 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.

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Tenderness

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Zhongli x fem!reader

You know my writing by now~ I like how this turned out specially towards the end~

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kintober day 26 - kazuha kaedehara.

plot: kazuha has an unhealthy addiction to his best friend's girlfriend.

a/n: fantasies, scent kink, panty sniffing, wet dreams, very dirty talk, implied voyeurism/peeping, oral, body worship, kazuha is near delusional, reader is oblivious, implied yandere kazuha, afab reader.

word count: 2.5k

Every morning he wakes and wonders: "what will I do to dishonour my name today?"

Hair spilling down his shoulders as he sits upright in bed, Kazuha's mind wanders to you. It does so at least ten times a day, sometimes twenty, thirty, fifty, and sometimes he spends his whole night laying awake and thinking of you. Many mornings his eyes flutter open and he groans at the dampness of his sleep pants, sticky strings of his own arousal nothing but a gooey mess in his lap. Somehow the sensation unnerves him less than the guilt that comes with it, however--because the blurry edges of his memory sharpen into a clear image, and he remembers all those filthy things he did to you in his dream. Unspeakable acts, frighteningly lewd words he whispered to you, daring to even tell you how much he really loves you, and that he has always loved you. It's those deplorable thoughts that drive him to tie his hair back and hurry to the bathhouse at the crack of dawn, throwing his soiled clothes into a washbasin so he can slip into the warm water before anyone can see his shame. And today is no different.

Except for the fact that someone has been there already. The realization doesn't even hit him until the moment he dumps his clothes into the bucket to scrub them clean, but when his head tilts at the sounds of clothes rustling, he catches a glimpse of one of the drying racks bearing the weight of a smattering of someone's clothes. It wouldn't take him more than a second to realize that they're your clothes.

His first thought is that he cannot take a bath. If he encounters you in there, he won't be able to escape--he knows you'll swim over, flash him that beautiful smile, and ask him how he slept and if he's eaten already. And with how his cock has already twitched to life again after surveying the clothes you've been wearing all this week, there's no way he'll be able to keep up conversation with you without making an absolute fool of himself. Especially now, when he finds his senses betraying him and his nose filled with the scent of you, and before he can stop himself from reaching, he has a piece of your clothing squeezed in his palm--a pair of your panties which, although have been freshly washed, still have your delectable scent soaked right into the fabric. And when he brings them to his face and inhales deeply, the remnants of an old dream start to resurface, and he unwillingly recalls a fantasy he stirred up in his head at least three or four times a week.

"Mmh, Kazuha...looks like you've got something on you. Did you spill, silly boy?"

You're already on your knees, else you wouldn't have noticed it at all. Another lewd dream has resulted in an early morning rush to wash away the evidence, but you’re smart--you can practically smell his guilt from a mile away, which is why you made sure to close the door behind you when you came in from the baths, dressed in nothing but a towel that's now been abandoned on the tatami floor.

"Shh, it's okay. Let me clean you up. Just try to stay quiet, okay?"

You must have been wanting this as much as he has. You swallow him with so much fervor, inches of his cock disappearing into the softness of your mouth, and your tongue flicks out to swipe up every delicious drop of his pearly cum. His mind becomes absolutely blank as you suck harder, hips moving on their own to meet your pace as his fingers weave through your hair and lock you in place, but it's okay. You took Tomo's cock like it wasn't a problem, so you can take his just fine. He won't let you get off, anyways, not until he's fucked your throat raw and filled your belly with all the seed you've been craving since you first laid eyes on him-

"Kazuha?"

The very echo of your voice makes him want to cum, the vision of all those soft curves that make up your body filling his head like a drug--but all he can do is moan in response, and when a hand grips his shoulder, his whole fantasy shatters and dread cuts through him like a pike dug into his chest. He knows that warmth too well, he knows the smoothness of your nails through his robe, and in the one moment he's had of clear-headedness this entire morning, he shoves your panties into the breast pocket of his robe, and pulls it tighter around him, begging the gods for the miracle of you not catching him in the act.

"Kazuha…are you okay? What's wrong?"

He turns his head to look at you, shivering, and there you are in all your glory--hair still wet from the bath, your own robe pulled tightly around you as you lean over him with a worried expression. Worry instead of disgust, or fury, or terror….a sigh of relief passes his lips, even though he's not in the clear yet. Some jumbled up excuse leaves his mouth, like "I'm fine, just tired.", something along those lines, and you eat it right up. In his heart he knows you always will.

"You scared me, I thought you were in pain--are you doing your laundry, too?"

"U-Um…"

He stutters, the words failing to reach his lips or barely make it out of his mouth at all. What does he say, what should he say? If he says nothing, it feels like he might just blurt out those fantasies as if they're as normal as breathing.

"Here, give them to me. I'll wash your clothes for you, you go take your bath. Then, let's get some breakfast, okay?"

But you gingerly take the rest of his clothes from where they lie on the floor and toss them with the rest into the wood bucket, your gentle hands already working to scrub away any dirt, grime, and other evidences of his crimes. They all wash away back into the water and you're none the wiser, smiling back at him as you dunk his loose pants in and out of the water to get the grass stains out of them. Tomo would have been content with you being his housewife, he said as much to him on one of their evenings training and drinking tea together, and Kazuha has never imagined that future more than now. But it only gets more intense with his imagination added into the mix.

"No, I want breakfast first."

Your eyes speak volumes to him as he flips you over, shoves the bucket away and watches as your robe falls in all the wrong places when your back hits the tatami, just barely covering your private areas that you keep such a secret.

"I've watched you fuck him. You're too good at it to keep all this hidden…"

It doesn't matter, he yanks your robe apart and suddenly you're completely exposed to him, body squirming as you beg Kazuha not to look, please, because it's so embarrassing!

"Not for me. I love you. I want to see you like this always."

Your shoulders, your neck, your chest, your hips, your stomach, he wants to worship them all, but one area commands his attention the most. Smelling your worn panties and sucking all he can out of the fabric has been practice for this, for him to grab your knees and pull them apart, and shove his face between them to get his drug of choice straight from the source. He's an addict by this point, obsessed with the high your pussy gives him--the first part that his tongue meets is your warm, leaking slit, that offers no resistance when he slides it past your lips, aside from the squeal of his own name that erupts from your lips as you grab at his hair with each of your hands. This is only the beginning. You've got such a sensitive clit, he knows it, and he abuses it with his tongue and his lips, sealing around it to suck so hard he knows you're seeing stars. He licks at your pussy as if he's but a dog, lapping at you from bottom to top and sucking up every bit of fluid along the way, stopping in between only to slip a finger inside you and watch as you grind down on it like you can't get enough of him. Two more push in alongside it and you still take it, you take every curl of them inside you and every thrust that hits those weak spots you've forgotten about since Tomo's end, and when he's fingering you he feels like there's no end and no beginning either. You are everything there is to life, to pleasure, and he wants nothing else but you.

"Kazuha?"

He's been standing over you for awhile, hasn't he? With his mind wandering so much today, he can imagine how unsettling he looks with his eyes boring down into the back of your skull from his place above you. Something within him wants to snap, to stop holding himself back, to re-enact those scenes that play in his head on repeat and show you the kind of love you've been missing for so long. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms as he measures whether or not it's worth it in this very moment, just for a few seconds.

It's not.

"...I would prefer to bathe after our meal, actually."

"Oh, are you hungry? Let's go, then! I'll leave your clothes to soak for a bit in the meantime."

You stand from your place in a hurry and pull your robe tighter around yourself, patting yourself down to ensure nothing is out of place. It's so cute.

So….so cute. The robe hugs your waist and accentuates your chest, your hips, and flutters around your thighs. It's long enough to cover you but not enough to keep everything hidden, he knows you would have changed if your clothes weren't still drying, but since you'll just be getting your food together and returning it isn't so bad. Kazuha is here to protect you, after all, so it's wonderfully obvious that you're far more comfortable than you would be. Your hands are so soft, so warm as you touch him, and when you open the sliding door that leads outside and the morning breeze caresses your skin, he wishes it was him.

You can't go prancing around like that, flaunting your assets, and expect him not to go crazy. You'll pout and squeal and have your little tantrums when he finally bends you over but you'll take it good, he'll fuck you just like Tomo would have and make you take it all until you beg for mercy. Who knew such a sweet man would have been so ruthless to his beloved in the bedroom? It's a plus for him now, though, since now he knows you like it rough, you like it dirty, and you like it when he spews filth from his mouth while he fucks you.

"Such a tight grip...you put all the other women to shame, honey."

"Squeezing me so hard, is this a warning? You want it in another hole? I'll fuck you so loose only an oni could satisfy you again."

"So thirsty, you keep begging for my cum like that and I'll make you drink it instead of water."

You're gonna cum just from hearing his voice, aren't you? Because he's saying all the things he's heard from Tomo's mouth? He wants to watch it happen, to see you tremble and feel you clench around his cock as you cum all over yourself, slick dripping down your legs as you moan Kazuha's name. You don't have to feel guilty either, an angel like you shouldn't ever feel guilt--you just need a nice, thick cock to fill you up and fuck you back into place, and since Tomo isn't here anymore it's Kazuha's job as his best friend to fill that void for you. Sweet, beautiful girls like you need to be worshipped, it's just a fact of life.

"...Hey, Kazu?"

Have you finally noticed how he keeps shifting his robes, trying in vain to conceal how stiff he is? Your tone of voice forces panic into his chest, but when he glances over at you in the dawning sun and catches the resignation in your eyes, he gives you a look and you turn your gaze back down to your sandals as the two of you keep walking.

"I'm sorry if I come on too strong. I know you can handle yourself, but...there's just something inside me that wants to take care of you."

Worry tightens your shoulders, and doubt etches lines across your sweet face. The idea that someone as delicate and pure as yourself is so tense, when you've been walking alongside a debauched reprobate such as he is for all these years, would almost be laughable if he didn't love you so much. What a simple thing to be upset about, to think that you're crossing boundaries with him--and yet you have no idea how many times he's fantasized about you up until this very moment. How he dreams of holding you in his lap and burying his canines into your neck just to mark you, how he wants to make you his princess and worship you from where he lays in the dirt, how he wants to defile you just like his best friend did before he died and left the most beautiful woman alive behind.

He wants to tell you the truth. I love it when you take care of me. But as you get closer to the food stalls and the streets are still quiet, the rich scent of fish and sweet sauces and baked goods filling the air, you stop in your tracks and turn towards him, your fidgeting never going unnoticed but he adores it all the same.

"I promise not to baby you too much, but if you're okay with it, I'd like to keep doing things for you. I care about you, Kazuha….you mean everything to me."

Everything. He means everything to you. He does.

"So do you."

Your smile. So beautiful, so darling, so….addictive. The need for more rushes up inside him like he's getting winded, and the scent of your skin from the bath and the sweetness of fruit on your breath is getting to his head. Did you just ask him if he was feeling okay, or was that all a dream?

Come closer. See how much I want you, and you'll understand.

You will, he can make it so….just as long as nobody gets in his way again. Including Tomo.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt.1 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: I’ve been working a lot on FATE (my long fic…you should check it out) so I haven’t been posting many one-shots. BUT FINALLY….here you go! It’s a bit different from my usual one-shots but hey I figured I may as well give it a go. This will have many parts depending on how much traction it gets ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word count: ~8k (yes I went overboard)

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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The Innocence of Brutality Masterlist — PART 2

The sky had been getting darker and darker as the hours went by, the sun slipping into a restless dream as a storm brewed. Clouds hung deep and gray high above the fellowship while claps of thunder neared them. It was a grumbling and crackling battle of light and dark. With every booming sound, the menacing void loomed closer and closer, electrifying the air with anxiety. It was casting above them at a rapid rate—a rate at which they could not outrun.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 7 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: hey my preciouses. so im back from my hiatus with some pain and suffering for you all. this part was very hard to write as this story is a 10th walker. lol i struggle to follow an already created plot and not get bored writing—and that’s why I gotta add some twists and funky ass kicking Rámaitë Mahtar lore heh. anywaysss…enjoy!

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word Count: 6.5k (i know I’m sorry i am a menace)

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, beard abuse (sorry gimli)

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The fellowship and the Rámaite Mahtar spent hours upon hours enduring the biting lash of the snow’s frigid touch and the piercing wail of the wind. The Pass of Caradhras fought against them, hard and strong. Relentless it was; as if the mountain itself was pained by their footsteps, doing all it could to shake them off and consign them to a frozen grave. Though they soon discovered that the mountain was not alone in pursuing their downfall.

Legolas frowned, squinting past the snowflakes that landed upon his lashes. It was hard to focus on anything but navigating through the blowing blizzard, for if he wavered his calculations, he and the fellowship would surely fall to their deaths. Yet still, something tugged at his mind, begging him to recognize its warning. The elf, determined to unravel what it was, let his senses settle into the air around him, absorbing all he could. That is when he heard it—a resonant voice murmuring curses into the wintry air.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 6 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: here we go again! you all are being spoiled by the amount of depression fics i am writing lmao. this part was interesting to write. i really had to dive into my psychology background for this juicy piece. but at the same time, this entire series is a psychology whirlwind so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (also I am running out of gifs of wings that do not have faces in it so if ya got some please send them my way)

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site��it may not be accurate.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort

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The Innocence of Brutality Masterlist

The weeks continued as the fellowship slowly advanced towards their dreaded destination. They had not run into any more orcs or vile beasts of the darkness, but that is not to say that there were no problems. Decisions regarding safe routes to take and various methods of navigation became harder and the terrain got rougher and rougher. Spirits seemed to lessen as well. The hobbits were weary as were the men. Although, for Legolas, most of his concerns centered around the Rámaite Mahtar that had claimed his heart.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 5 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: so I originally was going to end this fic at pt. 4, but somehow everyone loved it?? so we are continuing. i hope you enjoy! Also it gets the tiniest bit heated 🌶

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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The gentle rays of the morning sun, dancing with a pink and orange hue, crept through the glass of the shitty window of the inn. The light fractured and bent from the cracks that shattered through it, creating rainbows across the room. These little clusters of colorful light dashed across the wooden walls and flooring, and filtered across Legolas skin. This (Y/N) found fascinating.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 4 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: so here is the fourth part! unsure if I will make more parts because this fic hasn’t been as popular as my previous ones idkkkk? But I do wanna get a chapter of FATE up before I consider adding to this series?? lol don’t mind this ramble. EDIT: okay I will not discontinue this series I didn’t realize so many people did like it???

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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Only a couple days later, the fellowship approached a small town. It was small enough not to be very noticeable, yet large enough to have a marketplace to purchase some clothing for (Y/N) along with other supplies that they may need.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 3 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: and I present part 3 to you!!!! Enjoy!

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

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Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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That night, they settled into a camp rather late, for Aragorn and Gandalf wanted to put as much distance as possible between them and the bloodbath. So, exhausted and worn down, they huddled by the fire, doing the tasks they must attend to.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was still covered in orc blood. It was like a second skin at this point. A hardened, cracked shell of war. But it seemed she didn't want to wear such a thing, for she walked towards the river that ran by the edge of their camp. Immediately, she began to peel her clothing off, as well as the bandage upon her wing.

Instantly, all the men adverted their eyes and went about their tasks—building a fire, making food, treating minor scratches, taking a leak, etc.

The winged woman let her body drift into the water. It wasn't deep, not enough for a swim, for it hung around her waist calmly. Still, she crouched down and dipped her head under, letting it wash over her entire form. She stayed under the smooth liquid, allowing it to envelope her.

When she came up, she inhaled slowly. She felt much better, much cleaner. The water, as cold as it was—especially at the night—felt good on her skin. The movement of the river took away all the grim, dirt, and blood from not only her body but her wings. It rippled through each feather, cleaning off anything that lingered. Additionally, it felt relaxing and soothing on her injury. The water was almost healing in a sense.

(Y/N) spent much time in the river, letting it loosen her muscles, but as the chill began to settle, she decided to opt to spend time near the fire. Therefore, she rose from the water, gathered her dirty clothes in her arms, and approached the men once again.

She dropped the fabric in a pile on a log and stood before the flames.

Aragorn cleared his throat awkwardly. "(Y/N), where are your clothes?"

She, seemingly not having any qualms about being bare before them, gestured to the fabric. "They are bloody."

Legolas glanced up and instantly, his lips parted. Of course, from Aragon's words he had expected her to be naked—again—but he hadn't expected....this. She was absolutely ethereal. Legolas, of course, had seen her body considering the circumstances, but now...Valar. She stood before them with all the dirt, ash, and blood finally washed away. Her wet skin sparkled in the firelight, golden hues dancing upon the smooth flesh. Water dripped from every bend and twist of her body, running down in simple streams. But it was those wings of hers that held his attention. Originally, he had thought them to be a shimmery gray color. Now, however, he could see they weren't. They were clean of all harsh elements. Extending from her back, bright white with reflective colorful hues of pinks, blues, and yellows danced upon each feather. They practically glowed in the flame's lingering kiss. She was beautiful.

"You have to wear clothes," Aragorn's voice drawled on.

Legolas, blinking, averted his eyes again.

She crossed her arms. "Why?"

"Because that is what we do in this world." He gestured to all the men. "We are all wearing clothes."

Boromir cleared his throat. "She may use my extra tunic."

All eyes drifted to him with confusion as he stood.

He awkwardly brought the fabric to the woman. As he handed it to her, he spoke gently. "Thank you for fighting for us today. We would not have had such a good chance if you were not there."

(Y/N) tilted her head for a moment, those curious eyes, once again, staring into his soul, until she finally nodded in acceptance.

He turned to walk away, but she spoke again, holding the fabric close to her body. "What were they?"

Each person glanced around at the other, unsure what to say.

Boromir, however, answered. "They are orcs. Beasts bred for a vile purpose."

Legolas, thinking of his previous conversation with Gandalf, decided to add to Boromir's statement with the intent to pry into (Y/N)'s knowledge of good vs. evil. Even though he heard such horrid tales from the wizard, he still believed she could be good—that she could be kind and caring. "These orcs, they serve someone who is trying to harm us," he said.

"Why?"

Once again, eyes shifted nervously.

"We carry something that they want."

She frowned. "Why do you carry it?"

"To destroy it," he replied. "We are taking it to be destroyed so many will not be subject to harm."

"To help?" she questioned, looking for a simple answer. She seemed to like simple answers.

Legolas nodded. "Yes, to help. We want to help save the world and its people."

She bobbed her head up and down in understanding.

Surprisingly, it was Frodo who spoke. "(Y/N), do you want to help us do it?"

The air went absolutely silent at that question.

"Will it help you?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Then I will help."

A breath, that none realized they had been holding, seemed to slip back into the atmosphere.

(Y/N), however, did not pick up on such relief. Instead, she began pulling the tunic over her head, struggling to get it to lay correctly with her wings.

Legolas, seeing this, sighed in dismay. It was sad, really.

He stood upright. "Let me help." He approached her and began to pull the fabric over her body. It hung low and loosely in her front, but the back was simply not going to happen.

"Sam," he called out, "Could you pass me a blanket?"

The hobbit nodded and scrambled to get one to the elf. Legolas then wrapped it around (Y/N)'s waist, tying it taught, like a skirt.

"Aragorn, we will be needing to get her clothing that will fit her. Maybe the next town or market?"

He shook his head. "We can't risk getting too close."

"We cannot have her going on like this," he replied. "If she is to journey with us, she needs adequate clothing."

"How will we even get her into a town, Legolas? Those wings—"

(Y/N) interrupted. "Wings go away."

Both men twisted to look at her, unsure of what she meant.

"(Y/N)," Legolas began softly. "They are a part of you. We can't cut them off."

She shook her head. "No. They go inside when not broken."

Aragorn's lips parted, realizing what she was saying. "They retract," he blurted.

She nodded.

"That will make things easier, we wont have to get anything custom sewed. We can just purchase pre-made clothing in a size that will fit. It would be in and out rather quickly," Legolas said.

Pippin interjected into their conversation. "If we're gonna be going into a town, why don't we stay the night? Get a nice bed. Some fine ale and comforts!"

"And stock up on some more food, Strider!" Sam added.

Aragorn shook his head. "A night is too risky."

Gimli chimed in. "Nay, it's not. Not if it's only one night and we mind our own business."

"We are a strange group, Gimli, are we not? People would likely ask questions if we came bumbling in."

"So we split up," Boromir said. "We go in separate groups, a couple to a room. This far east the hobbits can pass as children."

Aragorn, inhaled deeply, seemingly thinking it through. After a moment, though, he nodded. "Fine. But it all depends on those wings. When will they be able to retract?"

Legolas frowned. "Let me look at the injury." He turned back to the woman. "(Y/N), may I?"

She nodded, bringing the wing down from its height. Legolas then began examining it, being sure to be careful...and cautious considering he now knew how much of a weapon they really were.

He frowned.

"What? What is it?" Aragorn said, worried.

He shook his head. "Nay, nothing is wrong. It's just—it is healing quickly. Much faster than such an injury should."

"She is Rámaite Mahtar," Gandalf stated simply. "Their bodies are designed for war. That includes healing. An injury that should take months or even years can be healed in a matter of weeks."

"The wing should be fully repaired within a couple of days, I believe," Legolas said. "It did receive a minor setback today with all the fighting, but it is nearly fixed. Let me put another poultice on it and wrap it for the night."

Aragorn dipped his head.

The fellowship drifted to their bed rolls with small smiles of excitement, for they much so desired one night of comforts.

"Is that alright?" Legolas asked. "If I treat the wound again?"

(Y/N) looked up at him and nodded, sitting down upon the grass. They had done it enough times now that it was now a regular occurrence, but Legolas always asked permission.

As Legolas worked, (Y/N)'s eyes drifted closed and her body relaxed. Legolas knew she was tired. The battle was probably exhausting—even more so if he considered the fact that she may have been in chains for eons...and most definitely tortured considering Morgoth was the one who watched her prison. His heart filled with sadness as he thought of that. It must have been so painful. So horrible.

Sam, the sweet hobbit, had come by them and collected (Y/N)'s dirty clothing. He began washing it in the river. Legolas sent him a grateful smile as he did so, for it was an act of complete kindness. He knew the little hobbit was doing it as a thank you for saving them. If she wasn't there, at least some of them would have been dead. Legolas knew that. He had fought in enough battles. Besides, considering they would need to keep moving tomorrow, clean clothing was a necessity. The makeshift fabric upon her form now would not hold in such terrain.

With curiosity tugging in the corners of his mind, Legolas decided to speak to (Y/N). Maybe he could get some answers from her, different from the biased ones Gandalf told him. "(Y/N), where were you before you came to us."

She opened her eyes and stared right into Legolas. Time seemed to stretch on as she examined his gaze, seemingly wondering if she should tell him or not.

"I was...I was in the dark," she replied softly.

He gently touched her wrist with the bruises that were now almost faded. "Is that where those came from?"

She looked down at his hand upon hers and nodded. "Yes."

"How long were you there for?"

She shrugged. "Don't know. Long."

He began moving his thumb in soft circles of comfort as he spoke again in that same gentle tone. "Did they hurt you there?"

(Y/N) blinked, turning her head way. "Yes."

Sensing that that was all the information he was going to get tonight, he ceased his questions and went back to tending to her wing. He didn't want to push.

After a couple of moments, however, she turned back to face him.

At first, he thought maybe she was going to tell him more of her life. But she did not speak.

Instead, her gaze did not move from his expression. Damn those beautiful curious eyes. They bore into him fiercely. So much so, that he stopped his task and looked up. "Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?"

"Why," she began as she reached her hand forward, her palm cupping his cheek.

Slightly startled, he sucked in a shaky breath. She had never touched him like...like this. She had grabbed at his arm when wanting his attention. She had pulled on his limbs to stop herself from slipping on the rough terrain (he assumed she normally would fly because legs didn't seem to really be her thing). And she had smacked him in the face with her wing when she didn't care enough to avoid his form when he was 'in her way.'

Her finger extended to touch his ear. "Why are yours pointed?"

Legolas, squeezing his eyes shut, noticeably shivered at her touch. He was quick to grab her hand and pull it from his ear.

She frowned at him, clearly unhappy at his lack of consent.

"I, uh," he stuttered. "They are pointed because I am an elf. Aragorn and Boromir are human. Gimli is a dwarf. The hobbits, well, they are hobbits. Their ears are also pointed. Gandalf is a wizard. We are all different races, so we are all different.

(Y/N) looked to Aragorn and Boromir before looking back at Legolas. "What is the difference besides ears?"

He raised a brow as he started to wrap the wing in bandages once again. "Between elves and humans?"

She nodded.

"Well, elves have better senses—sight, touch, smell, hearing, and even taste. We are stronger and faster. We, uh, also live for many more years. We live until we are killed."

"I live until killed," she replied simply.

His blue eyes drifted upwards, surprised by her words. "Is that so?"

She nodded. "Yes." She then looked to the others before looking back at the Prince. "Will you be...be..." She frowned, clearly searching for a word. "When they are gone will you be like—like when there are no more sausages left."

Legolas chuckled lightly. "You mean sad?"

"Sad?" she questioned.

He bobbed his head. "Yes." He then tapped her heart lightly. "Sad is when it hurts in here."

She nodded. "Yes. Sad."

Legolas sighed. "I suppose, I will be sad. They are my friends and I do not wish to have them absent from my life. It will be very hard to see them eventually pass from this world if they do not die on this mission."

"I am your friend."

He smiled at her, tucking the last of the fabric into a taught spot. "Yes, you are."

Her next words seemed too abruptly blurt out. "I will also be sad."

"You will?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Yes. I like friends." She then reached forward, grabbing a lock if his hair in her hand. She began to twist it between her fingers. "We will still be friends, yes? Even when they are....gone."

Legolas gently reached up and untangled her fingers from his hair. "Yes, if that is what you want."

She nodded.

"Very well then." He stood from his kneeling position. "I have first watch tonight. You should get some rest." With that, he stood up and took post at the front of the camp, his bow held in his hand.

(Y/N) exhaled as she watched him standing as still as a hunter looking for prey. For some reason, she wanted to stand with him. Instead, however, she turned and moved towards the hobbits who were already attempting to sleep.

"Ow! Pip! You are steeling all the blankets!"

"Yeah! It's cold. Give me some!"

"Oi! You've taken them all!"

"I did not!!!"

(Y/N) frowned as she sat upon her blanket about five feet away.

"Give 'em back, Merry!"

"You are the one with all of them!"

(Y/N) flared out her wings from their dropping position with a rather loud snap, drawing everyone's attention—including the hobbits. She didn't pay mind to the stares though. Instead, she turned on her side, facing away from the hobbits, and let both her wings lower over them like that of a blanket.

"Oh," one whispered quietly.

"This–this is very nice."

"Very warm. Much better than a blanket!"

She did not speak. She let her eyelids close as she drifted to sleep. The hobbits soon followed.

A couple of hours later, Aragorn approached Legolas and stood beside him for a moment before speaking. "It is my turn for watch, mellon nin (my friend)."

"I don't know if I could sleep right now," the elf replied.

The man did not turn to look at him. "Because of (Y/N)?"

Legolas swallowed dryly.

"I saw the two of you earlier. When you were binding her wing. She touched your ear. A very intimate act for your people."

"She doesn't know any better."

Aragorn raised a brow. "You didn't correct her though."

"I removed her hand."

"That is not enough. Part of me thinks you didn't want to tell her."

Legolas shifted. "She just wouldn't understand if i tried too."

"She has learned a lot in the past three weeks. I bet she would understand if you explained it to her. You are the one teaching her the most." He cleared his throat, his tone changing into one of slight teasing. "Wonder why that is?"

The elf cleared his throat. "Gandalf says that the Rámaite Mahtar can't tell the difference between good and evil. That they can't feel things like we do. But I think he is wrong. I think they can."

"Do you hope that she may feel something for you?"

Legolas tried to hide the red hue that danced upon his cheeks. "That is not what I meant." He turned to face his friend. "She asked me about how I would feel when you all died and I was left living."

"What did you say?"

"She was the one who described sadness. She just didn't know the word for it."

"And?"

"And she said she would be sad too because she would also still be here."

Aragorn's eyes drifted toward her and the hobbits under her wing before focusing back on Legolas. "She is immortal then?"

The Prince nodded. "Unless slain."

"Like you."

He nodded. "Yes."

Aragorn cleared his throat. "Why don't you rest?"

Legolas sighed. He knew he should.

Therefore, with only a quick dip of the head, the elf departed from his friend. Aragorn's words burned into his mind. He knew what the man was trying to say. He knew what he had meant.

The Prince laid down upon his back on his mat, only a couple of feet away from (Y/N). He let his head turn to the side, watching her sleep, until he too drifted into the land of dreams. However, only a couple of hours passed before he was jolted awake by a heavy mass smacking into him.

With a loud gasp, he tried to sit upwards and reach for his bow. He did not get very far.

Pinned to the ground, he frantically looked around himself with wide eyes in an attempt to see the enemy that knocked the air from his lungs. But he saw no enemy. No, he only saw a white fluffy wing covering his form—the bandaged part only two feet to the left of his chin. Legolas, still breathing heavily, turned his head to look at (Y/N).

She had rolled onto her stomach in her sleep. Her other wing, the uninjured one, still laid peacefully over the hobbits.

Legolas glanced at the wing on his chest again. Then back to her. Then over to the chuckling from the edge of camp.

Aragorn, smirking, sent him a look.

Legolas rolled his eyes before letting his head fall back to the ground with a loud huff. He didn't make any motion to do anything about the wing upon his chest. He just let it rise and fall with his breath.

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt.2 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: so here is part two! please let me know what you think!

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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“So,” Pippin began the next morning. “Who’s gonna wake her?”

The fellowship stood in a line in front of (Y/N). Various expressions of worry, concern, and irritation upon their brows.

“Legolas,” Aragorn stated simply.

“Why me?”

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The Innocence of Brutality Pt.1 [Legolas/F!Reader]

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word count: ~8k (yes I went overboard)

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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May I request some genshin characters reacting to you squirting for the first time? 🫣

nsfw dom!ningguang + sub!afab reader, dom!ayato + sub!afab reader, sub!gorou + dom!afab reader

hello omg u didn't specify what characters so i hope u don't mind i just picked randomly! also my first time writing sub reader so i hope it's okay 🤞🏻 anyway i hope this is alright, sorry they're kinda short!! btw always feel free to request in my asks or dms!!

NINGGUANG — on her fingers

ningguang is a clean freak. she hates anything out of place or so dirty that she's unable to clean it. so you're used to having things slow, loving and soft as she coaxes an orgasm or two out of you.

but ningguang was stressed and when you surprised her on the bed with nothing but a small silk dress when she came home, she had the perfect opportunity to just let it all out.

"you're so good for me, darling." ningguang whispers, her fingers stuffed in your cunt as your back lays against her chest.

you must've cum three times by now, and she was showing no signs of stopping.

you whine out, hands gripping ningguang's wrist in a silent plea, "ple-please, ningguang. 's too much!"

the woman coos, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek with a small grin, "it's never too much for you, darling. you can do at least one more for me."

it sounded more of a demand than a question and you pant, chest heaving quickly as her fingers relentlessly pound into you. ningguang is lathering in your moans and whines, entranced by the way you don't seem to stop dripping onto her fingers.

your thighs begin to shake once she angles her wrist to hit directly where you need it most and you cry out, fingers curling tight around her wrist, "mh-ningguang! i'm-" you throw your head back, hips bucking towards her hand.

ningguang practically purrs, free hand going to turn your head so she can look into your eyes, "go on, love."

you shake your head, core burning hot and thighs threatening to slam shut around ningguang's hand, "n-no, i'm-"

you practically scream as you gush around her fingers, spilling all over the sheets and her hand and ningguang's eyes widen. it's so messy. she stops moving her fingers as you squirt around them, nearly pushing them out entirely and she just watches, gold eyes transfixed on the way your entire body shakes and your lips never fail to let out pretty whimpers.

ningguang doesn't even think about how messy it will be to clean up as she lets out a small "oh my" merely at the sight of you. she doesn't waste a second and her fingers begin moving again, even before you finish because she's so eager to push another one out of you.

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AYATO — on his cock

ayato loves to put you on display. he finds watching you and how you fall apart from his touches so incredibly attractive.

so you find yourself with your legs spread in front of the full body mirror in his bedroom, his cock pounding into you from behind, your back against his chest as he holds you up with an arm around your front.

you're wailing, hands grabbing his forearm to stop yourself from collapsing, "so good.. ah, so good."

ayato chuckles deeply into your ear and you shiver slightly. his hand falls to run down your side, squeezing your hip gently and you clench around his cock. "good girl." he moans with a smile, eyes locking onto your lidded ones in the mirror to watch your reaction as his hand slips lower.

you jolt when his fingers ghost over your clit, a whine ripping from your throat and you buck against his hand, his cock slipping impossibly deeper into you.

"look at you." ayato almost coos, his fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts and he ever so slightly turns your head to make you watch yourself in the mirror. it's so obscene. you're dripping around his cock, breathing rapidly and your legs are spread open as you watch ayato's cock pound into you.

"'m gonna- i'm gonna cum, 'yato." you gasp out, hips moving to meet ayato's thrusts. at that, he speeds up his fingers on your clit, groaning into your ear as you squeeze around his cock.

his eyes are dark, staring at your form in the mirror and the image alone makes you cum. you spill around his cock with a choked whine, gripping ayato's forearm as you thrash in his hold. ayato's lips break into a smirk as you squirt around his cock, making a mess down your thighs and his dick, even onto the mirror in front of you.

whimpers escape your lips when ayato's fingers slow on your pussy, but his hips are relentless. "shit, sweetheart. i didn't know you could do that," his grip loosens slightly around you when you melt into him, thighs shaking and pussy still gushing around him, "we're gonna get another one out of you, okay darling?" his voice is sweet but his gaze is dark and full of lust when he stares at your through the mirror, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over until you can't breathe.

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GOROU — on his tongue

you adore gorou's attention on you. wherever you go, he follows, like a puppy on a leash. he will do as you say, even before you finish your request, and he'll come back, tail wagging, face beaming because he's just happy to serve you.

it's always you first.

gorou's hips cant against the bed sheets, cock straining in his pants as he rolls his hips with soft whimpers. his face is buried in your cunt, eyes closed, tongue digging into your folds as he holds your legs open with his hands.

your moans fill the room, along with gorou's sweet whimpers. "tha-ah-that's it, puppy." the man softens at the name, eyes cracking open to glance up at you with dark glowing eyes and you groan, fingers reaching out to card into his hair.

he leans into the touch, tongue never leaving your wet cunt as he stares up at you to watch your reactions. your legs almost close around his head when he pulls away only to kiss over your clit before sucking gently, but his hands keep your thighs wide open. gorou whines, eyebrows furrowing and he licks over your clit just to hear the moans rip from your lips.

"gorou, fuck-" you relax into the bed, both hands going to pull at his hair to keep his face against you, "i'm gonna cum, baby. keep going."

gorou whines, pressing his cock hard into the bed at how tightly you tug his hair and per your request, he flattens his tongue against your folds, slightly dipping into your hole before he sucks on your clit again. you cry out, eyes shutting but gorou keeps his on you the entire time.

he does it again, panting against your pussy, hands keeping your legs apart tightly and you let go with a needy whine.

gorou's eyes practically sparkle when you moan loudly, back arching off the bed and you squirt on his tongue. your hands tug on his soft hair harshly as he refuses to move from your cunt, lapping at your wetness with a pleased hum.

"g-gorou, baby, fuck- good boy- g-good boy." you ramble, hips bucking against his mouth and he lets you use his face. you're dripping down his chin, onto the sheets and gorou is beaming because he's never made you do that before.

"hm, so pretty." gorou mumbles once you let go of his hair and he pulls away from your sensitive core. he leans forward to lick a long stripe across your folds to help you come down and you gasp, dark eyes flitting to his pretty face. "was i good?" he asks, big eyes blinking up at you innocently as if he hadn't just made you gush all over his face.

"yes," you gasp, head falling back with a slight smile, "so good, puppy."

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“Lead the way...” (Legolas smut)

Character: Legolas // Type: smut

Synopsis- The daughter of a king, of a kingdom the Fellowship stumble across on their journey offers to lead them to a forest they wish to reach; in order to escape the castle she’d been cooped up in for safety, in the midst of Middle Earth’s conflict. She finds the group fascinating, Legolas sees her through a similar perspective…

The group were an odd bunch.

Four hobbits, a handsome man, a dwarf, and a very, very handsome elf.

I stood beside my father’s throne, trying to look unbothered by their presence; but I was the one who spotted them over the hill, and I was curious, very curious.

I could feel the elf’s eyes burning into my side, watching me - or perhaps my father, I stood leaning against the edge of his throne after all.

I tried to avert eye contact, but I kept finding them drifting back to the strange group…

The ‘Fellowship’ they’d called themselves.

‘We cannot take you’ my father’s voice spoke loud and clear throughout the hall. ‘Our men are sparse from the past attacks; we need them to guard the city.’

‘Legolas Greenleaf’ the handsome elf introduced himself with a bow. ‘We only wish to reach the forest - two days journey on foot at most, we shan’t keep your services for long-‘

‘You spoke of association with Gandalf-’

‘I can take them’ I interrupted. All eyes directed themselves at me, I suddenly regretted my impulsive decision to speak - ‘I used to go there as a child when we stayed in the town. l know those woods-’

‘No’ father interrupted me. ‘Not in these conditions, no’

His expression was almost disbelief, I chewed my lip nervously. ‘Then let me take one of the men with me - we can give up one - I do little here anyway.’

‘Because you cannot, because it is dangerous’. He shook his head ‘really, I expected you-‘

‘Please, father’ I took his age-whithered hand in my own. ‘Just this once, I am sick of roaming the castle day and night, please.’

He sighed, and returned his attention to the men…then back to me. ‘You take two of our men with you, If you do not return by nightfall four-days succession of departure I will send more men to find you. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Yes’ I smiled, hugged him awkwardly over the obstruction of the throne.

The travellers boarded at our castle that night.

I was happy to be finally leaving the place, even if it was only for a short while.

I mean, the beauty of that one - Legolas, he’d called himself - may have contributed…

‘You stay near one of the men all the time, do you hear me?’

‘Yes’ I said for the seemingly hundredth time.

Father looked at me with uncertain eyes but nevertheless removed his strong grip on my shoulder. He nodded to the door guards ‘I’ll see you soon then.’

I smiled and lead the way from the foyer.

As we wandered through the empty plains bordering the city, each of the members took turns introducing themselves to me. They spoke of the marvel of their journey thus far and I listened in attentive awe.

The guards trailed behind us and I stood at the front with a young hobbit - Frodo, leading the tale.

Who held the ring…

At the news, my stomach fell, but they explained, and I understood.

I could feel gazes behind me, but there was this feeling, to my right…

I turned around.

Legolas.

He smiled.

But before I could decide on a reaction -

There was a rustle in the bushes, and all fell silent.

Before the guards even had their sword unsheathed he’d buried an elf-bolt in the trunk of the tree beyond.

Precise, direct. He could’ve easily hit the bush…

A warning?

Aragorn, sword unsheathed at a matching speed, moved toward the bush, Legolas and Gimli tailing, but the guards told them to stay put.

I rolled my eyes, and before the guards could even take a step toward it, a squirrel realised its peril and scampered away.

I found myself laughing. The trio turned with a politely suppressed smile, but I found myself watching Legolas the most, the way his brilliantly pale hair caught in the breeze…

I shook my head, what on Earth-

We boarded at a tavern that night, on the edge of the city.

I left the tales and songs eventually to retreat to my room.

As presumed, it took me a well while to fall asleep, unused to the environment.

I woke up from the pleasant release of slumber with an achingly dry mouth an unmeasured while later. Out of habit, I began navigating through the dark to the typical placement of my dressing table that usually held a full pitcher of water.

I groaned as I hit the wall.

…Right.

I lit the candle on my bedside and hastily changed.

Walking down to the tavern I realised it wasn’t as late as I’d hoped. A longer night of restless sleep awaits me…

I didn’t bother waking the guards, they were enough of a nuisance during the day.

I saw Aragorn and Legolas seated at the same corner table as we all were before.

I ordered a pitcher of water to the table and sat down.

Next to Legolas, because he was closer…

He smiled confusedly as I sat down beside him.

You’re awake?’ Aragorn asked from across the table.

‘Hardly’ I responded. ‘I’m thirsty.’

They chuckled as a barmaid walked over with the water.

I downed an entire glass at once.

‘Ah’ Aragorn exclaimed as he looked to the clock in the corner. ‘It is late, I’ll see you in the morning.’ he nodded his goodnights to us.

I looked to Legolas seated to my left in dismal expectance ‘are you also to leave?’

‘Ah, I’m not much a sleeper in taverns’ he said in his smooth voice. ‘I’ll wait ‘til you retreat.’

I smiled widely, uncharacteristic butterflies erupting in my abdomen, ‘thank you.’

We spoke far beyond my expected time to stay down there and soon I was once again wide awake.

The tavern emptied as the night became morning and we were one of the few who still sat within it.

Breathing an airy chuckle I asked ‘and what are the Elven lands like? I have not yet had the opportunity to visit.’

His eyes glassed with a kind of wonder ‘beautiful.’

I frowned empathetically ‘you miss it?’

His eyes focused once again on me, and with a small smile and nod, he said ‘of course.’

‘And are they all like you, there?’ I found myself asking before I could think.

‘What do you mean?’ he smirked.

Yes, what do you mean…?

I shrugged with an attempted air of casualty, I couldn’t think of anything ‘I’ve met few elves. None quite like you.’

‘And what am I like?’ he asked, grinning as he relaxed into his seat. I caught a peek at the definition of his thigh beneath the tight fabric of his pants…

gulped.

‘Well, for starters, of all my father’s men, I have never met one who reacted quite so quickly at a threat.’

He laughed loudly ‘I’d hardly call a squirrel a threat.’

‘Might’ve been’ I chuckled.

He grinned wryly at me ‘should you come to my lands, allow me to return your favour and show you around.’

I scoffed ‘please, I should be thanking you. This is the first time I’ve breathed freely in weeks.’

And because I find you fascinating…

He raised a brow ‘no other reason?’

I creased my brow, felt his leg lean against my own…

I became aware of the distance between us.

‘No…?’

He bit his lip and took a sip from his cup, hair a pale curtain masking me from view.

‘Well, I was curious’ I admitted.

He turned to me, brow raised. ‘Really? Of what?’

‘This’ I said.

Impulsive,

thoughts clouded by lack of sleep…

I shut the distance.

He reacted first in surprise but did not pull away from the kiss.

His lips were warm on mine, a bitter taste of alcohol on his tongue.

I combed my fingers through his hair, as silken and soft as it appeared.

I gasped, as he nibbled slightly on my lip, bodies growing closer and closer.

I traced the line of his jaw as he curled a strong arm around my waist, pressing me closer to his body, deepening the kiss.

I threw my thigh over his to make myself more comfortable on the small space of the chair, but it pulled my dress back…

His thumb grazed my bare thigh, hazarded due to my crude dressing prior to meeting him. His cold, callused hands were gentle on my skin.

I felt his hardness against my thigh, and, without thinking, placed my hand above his.

He moved to pull it away, thinking it was a polite decline but I grabbed it, pushed it higher…

The drunks on the other side of the tavern began to leer, they couldn’t see anything, but- Legolas grunted against me, pulling away.

I sighed as his lips left mine, sad that it was over…

But I saw the lust in his eyes…

I moved my lips to whisper in his delicately pointed ear ‘…do you want to go to my room?’

He smirked ‘lead the way.’

We couldn’t wait, apparently.

In the hallway outside my room, he pushed me against the wall, devouring me in a kiss.

He inched my dress higher and higher until his fingers found their way to my-

He laughed.

‘I was asleep’ I scowled.

He began to circle my unobstructed clit, slowly picking up speed, until I finally, successfully opened my door with one hand.

He picked me up, swiftly shut the door with his foot and gently laid me on the bed, all while maintaining the kiss.

He prowled over me like an animal, long hair brushing my body where it fell around his shoulder.

I pulled the dress over my head, exposing my skin to him.

He tore off his tunic, kissing a trail from my mouth, down my neck, between my legs, to my core.

The relief of satisfaction after so much pent-up anticipation came as an explosion.

My back arched at the first brush of his tongue, electricity carrying through my body.

And oh,

Oh.

I clawed at his exposed, rippling back as he slid a finger into me - two.

His skin was smooth and hard beneath my hands, his breathing heavy in my ear.

I moaned and sighed against him, until-

‘Legolas…’

The absence of his warm cheek against my neck was cool against my skin. He hovered above me, brow raised.

I bent up to meet his lips with my own, moving my hands to the buttons of his pants…

To the length beyond.

He moaned against my lips at the first few strokes,

Grunted at the next.

He leaned his forehead against my shoulder, gripping onto the fabric of the sheets until his knuckles were white.

He grabbed onto my wrist suddenly, ‘can’t wait.’ he said with pleading eyes.

I smirked, shuffled back supporting myself on my elbows.

He bit his lip as he climbed over, moving my thigh with a delicate stroke of his finger.

With his first thrust, I felt the fire ignite in my abdomen,

With the second, it flared,

With the third, it engulfed us in its heat.

Sweating and moaning, I panted against his body, burying my hands in his hair.

I traced the contours of his body too, following the contractions of his muscles with the rhythm of his movements.

Deep inside me, I felt him.

And I felt the fire begin to bloom,

A warm chill travelling through my veins.

My body stiffening, he pulled himself out of me.

Pleasuring me with his finger, I felt myself come around him.

He soon after exploded his seed across my abdomen.

I sighed as he laid himself beside me, tracing figures on my breast.

‘No, none quite like you’ I chuckled.

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