#Specific spaces for specific things. What a concept.

[antimony-medusa]

Was wondering with all your excellent thoughts on creator's boundaries and keeping fan things in fan spaces, do you have any thoughts on the opposite happening, as in creators going into fan only spaces?

I was thinking about this because I have seen multiple streamers read fanfic on camera that had "if you're the streamer please just ignore this" written on them and that always feels like it's slightly icky to the boundaries of the fanfic writer but I can also see the argument that it has the streamers name on it, therefore they can do what they want with it.

Also felt a bit weird with Wilbur posting something he intended to be canon for the dsmp on ao3, a fandom space explicitly for fan creations, but that's a slightly different can of worms

Would love to hear your thoughts if you have the time!

Right. So, my formless thoughts after having written an essay for most of the day.

I do not— love— creators in fandom spaces. I have not seen any specific instances of creators reading fic that has "if you're the streamer please ignore this", but I have seen multiple instances of creators reading fic specifically with the intention of finding fic that's weird/funny/bad and making fun of it. They always seem to end up on self-insert fic obviously written by some 16 year old with a crush, too, and read that out to thousands of people to make fun of it, and man. It doesn't feel great!

However, I do see the argument that if has their name on it they can do what they want with it, but especially if you're talking about fic with "streamer don't interact" on it, like, I feel like creators are misunderstanding the purpose of that story. That's not intended for them to look at it, the writer is probably mortified that they saw it. It is not the same thing but the emotional equivalent is approximately aligned with my friend comes over, I say "make yourself at home", and my friend starts going through my embarrassing medical devices. Like I did say make yourself at home but why are you sorting my meds and googling what they're prescribed for? You were technically invited but idk man. I kind of thought that you weren't going to go through my medicine cabinet??? Now you know that I have some serious medical issues which I have not been talking about, and that's hovering in the air between us? I just wanted to discuss video games with you?

Okay like, I see the argument that creators should be able to look at anything that has their names on it and do whatever. But I feel like creators just baseline do not get fandom, a lot of the time, which is fair! Fandom is a bunch of people getting way too fucking into a creator/concept/story and then displaying their thoughts for the edification of other people who are also distinctly abnormal about that idea. And if creators walk into a fandom space with 'fandom" above the door, nobody's going to enjoy what happens. I was DMing with a friend today and we were talking about emduo trusting each other enough to fall asleep together and then we just spammed crying emojis at each other for a while because oh my god character feelings. I don't want Philza to see that! That's for my friends who I have my "instead of brain there is emduo" feelings with. I don't even do that in front of my normal friends who I discuss life goals with. Fandom is for people who have decided to go absolutely around the twist about their blorbos, and like if you are a normal person, and especially if you are a normal person who shares a username with the guy I'm torturing, you are going to find this space weird.

And so you get creators who walk into a space, and then it's weird, and then they are uncomfortable and say hahahah these guys are weird, and nobody profits! Nobody is having a good time! This sucks for everyone involved!

I feel like if creators are in a place where they go "If I google my name I will see shit but that's on me" and then they google their name anyways, that's one thing. But most of the time they don't even have that framework, it's just walking up to someone you don't know and going "huh huh huh are you talking about me what are you saying can I see" but in this case the people you're talking too are kind of obsessed with the ongoing roleplay at lunch you have with your friends where you're playing out betrayals and bloody deaths over the mashed potatoes, and nobody is going to be happy if those people detail the extended bloody death scene they wrote for you, much less the alternative happy ending where platonic arranged marriage stops the war.

There's a thing where like the saying is "eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves" and like, it's not the same thing here, but it holds. If they wanted you to know, they would have TOLD you. And they're not telling you cause they know the aging down a character into a sad baby to be kidnapped is not going to hit the same to the guy whose name it is. They're keeping that over here, archive locked, where only the other freaks obsessed with the lunch roleplay are sharing notes. Drags hands down face. Like the thing is I do understand on a baseline if people want to see what other people are saying about them, but the thing is, it does not ever go well. I do see the argument of well I should see what you're doing to my persona, but like— fandom is weird. If you have a fandom of any sort, and you are aware you have a fandom, you should know that even if entirely platonic, the fandom is doing horrible things to your character. War crimes are just the start. You either need to be prepared to see the war crimes, or know how to filter and bounce your eyes, or you— and I think we would all be much happier— can just stay away. Like let the weirdos in their discords talk about giving your character a mental breakdown, they're just following the honourable tradition of putting blorbo in a hydraulic press, but if THEY know that it would be weird to show it to you, why are YOU breaking into their house to find the weird stuff? This doesn't sound like a winning social activity for anyone involved.

Anyways yeah. I don't love creators in fan spaces. Click the box to make your fic not googleable and consider archive locking. Can we PLEASE keep fandom space and creators separate.

[milfbrainrot]

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I feel like in the past the mix of this site being used for both activism and fandom helped contribute to a lot of unhinged politicized fandom discourse where yeah ofc there's a political tie to media but ppl used it as... a form of activism where it was given disproportionate importance compared to other activism discussions? Whereas now we're swinging to the opposite site of How Dare You Care About Meaningless TV Shows When Politics.

Like... we can have a mix of realizing there's more important stuff to focus on than shipping discourse in the world at large without also minimizing the insane doxxing and death threats behavior going on in fandom that people in fandom have to take into consideration to be able to do their hobby, esp given how those attitudes stem from irl political climates at times in ways that are telling to study. Hobbies are kinda how we prevent activism burnout also. Crazey how that works.

[ofwhump]

<3 if you see this can you do me a huge favour & prettiest please reply/reblog/drop by my ask box do whatever you want or need to do & let me know your favourite trope of all time please <3

what is the common denominator in everything you create or consume ?? what haunts the stories you think about more than write ?? what do you seek out when you’re looking for something to read ?? what do you think we need more of ?? what makes you weak at the knees ?? what makes you foam at the mouth ??? bare your teeth ??? bark ????

prettiest please let me know <3 im doing some fancy research 🧐

[simcardiac-arrested]

zavijava info PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEEEE ZAVIJAVA COME HOME ... PLEASE .... umm um um ill tell you about umm . tma au im making for nastya if u tell me about her .PLEASE!!!!!!!

so she is definitely a star of some kind. i mean she is an angel but in that story in particular The Stars are kind of angels. like they’re otherworldly beings and they jus kinda hang out. cosmically. it’s a different dimension separated from the human one but like, obviously stars still exist for humans, they just don’t do anything crazy because the rules of the world dictate that their realities shouldn’t interact. angels can observe the other world from far up above yet they still exist on a different level. But tbh zavijava had never enjoyed the otherworldly ethereal whatever lifestyle—she just didn’t feel like she fit in there. she is a #1 humans fan though so she knows that’s where she’d fit in. so she does just that. she fits in perfectly :) and normally :) yay :)

[ironmanstan]

my fav thing at work is when i tell someone to do somethin and then they nod and theyre like yeahhh maybe thatll help, and then they dont do it at all and the prof comes by and says the same thing i did

[hopecomesbacktolife]

thinking about that scene from Leverage at the end of The Cross My Heart Job where Chesney says, it seems you’ve killed me mr. Ford, and Nate goes “I didn’t kill you. God killed you, I just… made sure it took” and the fact that this is a former priest saying these words,

and how if you look at this episode and step .0001 to the left, it could so easily be a DS9 episode, with Kira saying that line. like!!

perhaps it’s a Cardassian ship raiding resources from Bajoran Reconstruction efforts in s1 or 2, or maybe it’s later in the show with one of the Vorta or something, but I can just imagine throughout the whole episode, whoever the villain character is and Kira basically playing 5d chess trying to outwit the other, and at last when we’re 39 minutes into the 45 minute episode and Kira and Sisko have saved the day with the help of the Orbs and/or Prophets directly, and they’ve gotten things set to rights plot-wise, and maybe the villain character is in one of Odo’s cells on DS9 or on their ship that’s about to blow and is saying that they can never return home, they’ll be cast out or killed for failing to complete their mission, and they look at Kira and say “it seems you’ve gotten what you wanted, Major, you’ve killed me” I can just imagine her doing that ferally fierce smile thing she does, looking them straight in the eye, and saying, “oh no, I didn’t kill you. The Prophets killed you, I just… made sure it took”

like. I need to sit down. this concept slaps so hard. I want to turn this into an actual fic now omg. like. I’m so hyped over this whole concept

(ps maybe with a part midway thru the story where Kira is feeling like she’s run out of options and Sisko looks at her and suggests they turn to the Prophets ((so it would have to be later seasons then!!)) and somehow works in a “we provide… leverage” reference because. of course)

[thepandalion]

devastating: the good fic that ends on a cliffhanger and will never update

[littlestarprincess]

Every time I see something about Supernatural, I wonder how much of the current atheist attitude towards Christianity is rooted in people mistaking Supernatural for being well researched and intelligent.

[panspaming]

Don't mind me I'm giving myself therapy in the tags

[thethingything]

I need to get ready for bed but I remembered the dentist appointment that's coming up in less than 2 weeks and ended up dissociating for over 2 hours (I'm honestly not sure how long it's been) and I do not feel good in the slightest after that

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

please explain what is meant by this?

Just that it's a bit tricky to call space hot or cold in any way that we, as people who live in an atmosphere, would understand it. Vacuums don't work that way.

Heat is a property of atoms, which open space has very few of. Space is "cold" in the sense that there's not much heat energy, because there's not a lot of atoms to carry it. Space is also "hot" in the sense that the temperature is extremely high, because the atoms that do exist out there are very, VERY hot.

Because there's very few atoms to transfer your heat to, being in space is a bit like being in a thermos. Unprepared, you're much more likely to overheat in space than freeze. This is a pretty big issue with space stations and soforth, since any environment with humans in it or that has to use a lot of electricity is, by its very nature, generating a lot of its own heat.

On the other hand, there's very few atoms to transfer their heat to you, which means that black body radiation is super effective. (Black body radiation is a way in which things lose heat without directly transferring kinetic energy atom-to-atom, and it's a big part of why we can have space stations and rocket ships and soforth without the people inside them being cooked alive; they lose heat via black body radiation). So objects that don't generate heat and have no way of holding onto a lot of it (such as with an atmosphere) tend to get cold and stay cold.

Basically, our concepts of 'hot' and 'cold', what those terms mean and what they do to you, are pretty specific to the very niche situation of living in a gaseous atmosphere of about 1atm pressure. Things in a near-vacuum are a lot simpler, but also not remotely what somebody of Earth would inherently expect to happen.

[voidimp]

why cant complex concepts be explained in simple terms. unfair

[thebiballerina]

Cousin of the guy who was misinterpreted once and now only ever makes statements which include "this is not a suggestion", "I don't mean to imply", "this isn't intended for".

guy who was wrong once and now only ever makes statements which include “I think” “it seems to me that” “but I’m not sure”

[kiwriteswords]

Delayed Gratification [Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader]**

Masterlist [I need to update this, sorry!]|| Ao3||Word Count: 7k|| AN: I've been watching Dharma and Greg and the episode where Dharma suggests to Greg they try to be celibate inspired me. Tags/Warnings: SMUT! MDNI! NSFW!! 18+, female reader, established relationship, bau!reader, pwp, p in v smut, no protection, male masturbation, talks of mutual masturbation, oral sex, no talk about protecting (just assume they’ve got this established!), celibacy, teasing, hotch and reader poke each other's buttons, wet dreams, teasing bau team Summary: You and Hotch try a month without sex to see how long the other can last.

The faint aroma of garlic and basil lingered in the kitchen as you finished wiping down the counters, the quiet hum of the dishwasher providing a gentle backdrop.

Aaron was standing at the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, methodically rinsing the last of the wine glasses. Your eyes traced the curve of his back, the broad set of his shoulders straining slightly against his shirt as he moved.

"Do you ever actually relax?" you teased lightly, stepping closer and leaning against the counter beside him. "We have a dishwasher for a reason, you know."

He shot you a soft glance over his shoulder, amusement sparkling in his dark eyes. "Old habits," he murmured, the rich timbre of his voice vibrating through your chest.

"Mmm," you hummed softly, fingertips reaching out to brush gently along his forearm, tracing the veins beneath his warm skin. "Some habits are worth keeping."

Aaron paused, his movements slowing as your fingers lingered. You felt him tense, his muscles tightening beneath your touch. 

He cleared his throat softly, his voice just a shade rougher as he asked, "Are we still talking about the dishes?"

You laughed quietly, the sound easy and comfortable, yet tinged with a subtle, electric tension. "What else would we be talking about?"

He set the glass down slowly, turning fully toward you. The space between you was barely there, a mere breath apart, and his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. His voice dropped lower, quieter, and you felt it brush over your skin. 

"You're playing a dangerous game."

"I like a little danger," you whispered playfully, tilting your head up to better hold his gaze. "Keeps things interesting."

Aaron chuckled softly, leaning in until you could feel his breath warming your cheek. Just when you thought he'd close the distance, he paused, lips grazing your ear as he murmured, "Did you have something specific in mind?"

Heat curled low in your belly, and you had to fight to keep your voice steady. "Actually, yes."

"Mmm?" He pulled back just enoughto meet your eyes again; curiosity etched clearly on his face.

"So, you know my friend Taylor, right?” Aaron nodded,”Well, she told me about something she and her husband tried." You hesitated, savoring the confusion now mingling with intrigue in his expression.

"Go on," he encouraged, gently tracing his fingertips along your jaw.

You swallowed, momentarily distracted by the intensity of his gaze, before continuing. "They decided to be celibate for a month."

He stared at you blankly--

Almost looking like his brain was…was malfunctioning. 

Those were not the words he was expecting to come out of your mouth. 

The slightest crease appearing between his brows. "Celibate?"

"Yeah," you laughed softly, your hand flattening against his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. "They swore off sex completely, and apparently--"

"Why?" His voice was genuinely baffled, eyebrows lifting slightly as if the concept was utterly foreign.

You grinned at the mild alarm in his eyes. "They said it made everything better. Heightened anticipation, deeper connection, mind-blowing--"

"Our sex life is already fantastic," Aaron interrupted, sounding mildly defensive, his thumb brushing gently across your lower lip.

He was right. It was fantastic. Best sex of your life. Ten-out-of-ten sex--

It could go on a world record list of best. Sex. Ever.

But when your friend Taylor went on and on about how things went on and on…and on between her and her husband, Joey…you were..intrigued.  

"It is," you conceded, leaning subtly into his touch. "But imagine how incredible it could be after a month of waiting."

Aaron let out a slow breath--

Visibly skeptical. 

Yet his eyes darkened slightly at the thought. "You seriously want to do this?"

"It could be fun," you said, voice softening, tone suggestive. "Unless you don’t think you could last…"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly recognizing the challenge in your voice. "You really think I lack self-control?"

"Prove me wrong," you whispered, boldly stepping back from him, the sudden distance leaving him reaching subtly toward you. "Unless you're afraid you'll miss me too much."

A slow, competitive smile spread across his lips, even as his eyes simmered with restrained heat. "Fine. One month."

"One month," you echoed, feeling a delicious shiver race through you at the sheer audacity of your plan.

Aaron moved closer, stopping just short of touching you, his gaze locked firmly onto yours. His voice dropped to a teasing growl, filling the charged silence. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

You smiled knowingly, heart pounding in your chest. "Neither do you."

The first few days of the challenge passed by in a confusing blur of routine and restraint. 

Nights that normally ended tangled together beneath the sheets became filled with quiet--

Slightly strained goodnights…with both of you carefully maintaining space between your bodies. 

The comfortable ease of falling asleep curled into Aaron’s warmth was replaced by cool sheets and a palpable yearning lingering between you.

In the mornings, the casual intimacy of getting ready together was fraught with subtle tension. 

You found yourself deliberately looking away as Aaron buttoned his shirt, though catching glimpses of his bare skin left your pulse quickened and your resolve shaking.

At work, brief moments alone became fraught. A quick brush past each other in the bullpen, a lingering glance across the conference table, and even the simple act of Aaron placing a file on your desk seemed charged with unspoken longing.

One evening, after a particularly taxing case, you found yourself nearly forgetting the rules--

Instinctively reaching out to pull Aaron into an embrace. 

The warmth of his body pressed briefly against yours sent a rush through your veins, but you quickly stepped back--

Eyes wide. 

Breath catching.

Aaron’s gaze burned into yours, a frustrated smile quirking his lips. "Almost forgot yourself, didn’t you?"

"Shut up," you murmured softly, laughing despite the ache building in your chest. "It’s harder than I thought."

His eyes darkened with quiet agreement, voice low as he replied, "You have no idea."

Each passing day tested your limits further, yet neither of you were willing to concede defeat just yet.

About a week later, it was a later afternoon at the BAU, the office buzzing quietly with end-of-the-week energy. 

You sat at your desk, skimming through the paperwork from your last case, distractedly sipping the lukewarm coffee at your side. Your mind drifted--

Attention captured more by thoughts of Aaron than by the bureaucratic jargon in front of you.

You glanced up instinctively toward Aaron’s office. Through the slightly ajar blinds, you saw him sitting at his desk; brow furrowed, his tie loosened just enough to hint at the end of a long week. 

Your heart quickened at the simple sight of him--

Strong fingers flipping through a report, the familiar crease in his forehead deepening slightly.

You missed his touch. Missed feeling his hands on your waist, his lips tracing slowly along your collarbone--

Stop it, you chided yourself silently, turning your attention back to the forms. It’s barely been a few days. Get it together.

You'd been doing well, really. 

Sort of. 

Since starting this little challenge--your self-imposed celibacy experiment--both of you had stuck to the rules. 

Despite the usual pattern of coming home and relieving the day's stress tangled together, you'd both restrained yourselves. 

Each night had become increasingly difficult, awkward glances and lingering touches feeling far more significant than they should have.

You sighed, pressing your forehead into your palm, willing yourself to focus.

A gentle voice interrupted your thoughts. "Rough day?"

You jolted, looking up sharply. Aaron stood beside your desk, arms crossed comfortably over his chest, a half-smile playing at his lips. His dark eyes held yours, humor softening his usually serious gaze.

"Jesus, Aaron, warn a girl," you muttered, recovering your composure as he chuckled softly.

"Sorry." His tone indicated he wasn't particularly sorry at all. He shifted slightly, leaning down so he could lower his voice. "I was thinking--it's Friday. Let's grab dinner later. Just us."

You eyed him warily, sensing an edge beneath the casual suggestion. "Dinner?" You echoed, your lips quirking up. "Is that code for something else?"

"No," he replied innocently, but his eyes darkened slightly, pupils dilating as they settled steadily on you. "Just dinner. Why--are you afraid you can’t handle it?"

Your pulse stuttered at the deliberate challenge. You straightened in your seat, tilting your chin up in defiance. "I think you're projecting. Maybe you're worried you won't behave yourself."

Aaron leaned closer, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, intended only for you. "Oh, believe me. I know exactly how to behave. Even though I know that you prefer it when I don't."

Your breath caught sharply, heat flooding your cheeks as his words slid smoothly beneath your skin, igniting every nerve ending.

"You know," he continued quietly, utterly composed as he watched your reaction closely, "I keep thinking about last weekend. The way you sounded when my mouth was right--"

You cleared your throat quickly, desperately, cutting him off before anyone could overhear. "Aaron," you warned under your breath, your pulse hammering, the flush blooming redder across your cheeks.

He tilted his head, eyes amused but dark with a challenge. "What? Isn't this your little game?" His voice dripped with restrained heat. "I thought you'd enjoy a little competition."

Your fingers clenched tightly around the edge of the desk, your breathing shallow. "Careful," you muttered, voice strained, "or I might call your bluff."

His lips twitched into a faint smirk, utterly confident and maddeningly attractive. "It wouldn't be bluffing. But if you decide to break your own rules, I'm going to remind you that you're the one who couldn't take it."

Your gaze flashed back to his, bristling with defiance. "You're awfully cocky, Agent Hotchner."

His smile widened faintly, predatory and controlled. "I prefer the word confident."

The air between you was electric-- 

Practically crackling. 

Tension pulsing thickly through each shared breath. 

His eyes roamed over your face, lingering deliberately at your mouth before meeting your gaze again.

He leaned in one last time, whispering low against your ear, breath hot against your neck. "I'll pick you up at eight. We'll see how long your little rules last tonight."

You swallowed hard, shivers cascading down your spine, warmth pooling dangerously low. "Maybe I should reconsider dinner."

He chuckled softly as he straightened, clearly pleased with the effect he'd had. "Too late. I'm not backing out now. I'm not a quitter--especially when I'm enjoying your game so much."

He strode away, perfectly composed, leaving you utterly flustered--

Heart pounding…desire simmering fiercely beneath your carefully held-together composure.

You exhaled shakily, watching him walk back toward his office, knowing perfectly well he’d done that on purpose.

Days later, you leaned against the kitchen counter, idly scrolling through your phone. 

It had taken the entire afternoon--and part of the evening--to regain your composure after Aaron’s little performance at work. But now, days later and comfortably settled at home, you finally had a plan to tip the scales back in your favor.

Aaron sat on the living room couch, legs comfortably crossed, reading glasses perched on his nose as he reviewed yet another set of files. 

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated him gently, shadows accentuating his defined jawline. You nearly lost your resolve right there--

But then you remembered the cocky smirk on his face.

No. 

He wasn’t going to win this easily.

With a calculated sigh, you casually pushed yourself off the counter, phone still in hand.

"Aaron," you called sweetly, sauntering over to stand behind him. You slid your arms over his shoulders, leaning forward so your lips brushed softly against his ear. "Can I borrow you for a second?"

He tilted his head slightly, turning enough so your eyes could meet. His expression was cautious but intrigued. "For what?"

"I did some shopping this week," you murmured, your fingers brushing lightly along his chest. "Online. I thought I could use a little pick-me-up after such a stressful week."

He raised an eyebrow, eyes glimmering with curiosity. "Shopping, huh?"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, withdrawing slowly and making your way toward the bedroom. "I’d love your opinion on my new...outfit."

He stared after you for a moment, clearly suspicious, but his interest piqued nonetheless. He finally nodded, setting aside the files and removing his reading glasses.

"Sure," he said cautiously, rising to follow. "Let’s see."

You shot him a dazzling smile. "Give me two minutes," you purred, closing the bathroom door gently behind you.

In reality, it took you closer to five. 

You carefully fastened the delicate clasps of the garter belt, adjusting thigh-high stockings that hugged your legs. The deep, midnight lace of the lingerie contrasted dramatically against your skin, a matching bra accentuating curves you knew Aaron couldn't resist. A pair of sky-high black stilettos completed the ensemble, adding height--and confidence--to your stride.

You glanced in the mirror once more, satisfied with the sight staring back at you, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

Aaron stood near the dresser, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. As the sound of your heels clicked against the floor, he glanced up, completely unprepared for what awaited him.

His mouth fell open slightly--

His phone nearly slipping from his fingers. 

You suppressed a triumphant smirk as you slowly moved toward him, deliberately swaying your hips. 

His gaze roamed shamelessly over you…from the intricate detailing on your bra, to the garter belt hugging you waist, down your stockings and finally to the heels that added an entirely new layer of allure.

"Aaron?" you asked softly, voice dripping with innocence, even though your eyes were anything but. "Thoughts?"

He cleared his throat, visibly swallowing hard, the muscles in his jaw tense as his eyes darkened to something nearly…feral.

"You’re…" He took a slow, shaky breath, clearly fighting for composure. "You’re absolutely killing me."

You stepped closer, fully aware of the power you held at this moment. Your fingers lightly traced along his tie, tugging it playfully.

"That's kind of the idea," you teased gently, lips curving into a satisfied smirk. "I thought it might help your memory. You seemed to have forgotten earlier how easily I can distract you."

Aaron’s breathing was shallow--

Strained. 

He visibly struggled, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, clearly battling an internal war.

"You look…amazing," he admitted finally, voice thick and husky, his eyes darkening even further. "But--"

He paused abruptly, shoulders tensing as he stepped quickly around you, brushing past without another word toward the bathroom.

Stunned, you spun around, staring after him with open disbelief.

"What the hell was that?" you demanded, slightly offended and definitely frustrated.

He paused briefly at the door, hand gripping the frame so tightly his knuckles whitened. He turned just enough to glance over his shoulder, eyes heated but stubbornly resolved.

"That," he answered slowly, voice tense but firm, "was me desperately needing a cold shower. I’m going to stand under freezing water and think about every goddamn file stacked on my desk at the office until I forget what you just did to me."

You scoffed, incredulous, though secretly impressed by his willpower. "Really?"

Aaron’s mouth twitched, his eyes still smoldering but determined. "I told you--I’m not a quitter."

He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of water immediately drowning out any further protests.

You exhaled sharply, equal parts annoyed and begrudgingly impressed. He was playing tougher than you thought.

Another week (felt like a century) had passed. The team had claimed their usual table at O'Keefe's, a warm, dimly lit pub known for its strong drinks and inviting atmosphere. 

Soft laughter mingled with clinking glasses, blending easily into the background hum of conversation. The evening was supposed to be relaxing--

A time to decompress from another long, difficult week. But for you, relaxation was currently nowhere on the menu.

Not with Aaron’s hand resting firmly--and very intentionally--on your thigh beneath the table.

You glanced sideways at him. Aaron sat perfectly relaxed, chatting casually with Rossi about some old case, his face the picture of composure. 

Anyone else would believe he wasn’t doing a damn thing out of the ordinary. But beneath the wooden table, hidden from the team's view, his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on the fabric of your pants.

What. The. Fuck. 

You shifted subtly, trying to relieve the fiery pressure building between your thighs. Aaron noticed immediately, and a small, barely perceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His hand slid incrementally higher, the heat of his palm practically scorching your skin.

Emily raised an eyebrow at your slight squirming. "You good over there?"

You coughed lightly, shooting Aaron a brief glare as his thumb paused dangerously close to your inner thigh. "Yeah. Just...hot in here," you lied quickly, taking a deep sip from your drink.

Aaron tilted his head toward you, feigning innocent concern. "Need some water?"

You forced a smile through gritted teeth. "I'm fine."

Penelope studied the two of you with a thoughtful expression. "You sure? You look kind of…flushed."

JJ, sensing the opportunity for humor, nudged Reid playfully. "Uh-oh. Looks like someone might be in trouble."

Reid glanced up cluelessly from his soda. "What do you mean?"

"She means Hotch is in the doghouse," Derek chimed in, eyes gleaming with playful mischief as he leaned back in his chair. "Look at that guilty face."

Aaron lifted an eyebrow at Morgan, hand never budging from your thigh. He remained perfectly composed, even as his fingertips pressed lightly, sending a jolt of electricity straight through your body.

You swallowed hard, struggling to maintain composure as heat flared in your cheeks.

Rossi chuckled knowingly, swirling his scotch glass. "Ah, Aaron, I take it you’re sleeping on the couch tonight?"

Aaron shrugged calmly, eyes glinting as he gave your thigh a subtle squeeze. "Something like that," he answered cryptically, enjoying your barely suppressed reaction.

Your eyes narrowed, frustration and embarrassment mingling with desire. "That makes two of us," you mumbled under your breath, swirling the straw in your cocktail and regretting everything about this little "experiment."

More like…mistake. 

Unfortunately, JJ heard your comment, her eyes lighting up instantly. "Ooh, trouble in paradise goes both ways, huh?"

Emily smirked, tilting her beer bottle toward you both. "You two having some sort of domestic standoff we should know about?"

Aaron shot you an amused, sideways glance, clearly daring you to respond. "Just a little disagreement about…boundaries," he offered smoothly.

Penelope’s eyes widened behind her sparkly frames. "Oh boy. Do I even wanna know?"

Reid shook his head vigorously. "Probably not."

You sighed deeply, feeling Aaron’s hand finally retreat slightly. Relief--and disappointment--washed through you simultaneously. "Trust me, it's better if you don't."

Morgan snorted, elbowing Emily gently. "If they're both suffering, maybe we shouldn’t push our luck."

Emily raised her glass in agreement. "Fair enough."

Rossi chuckled deeply, casting you both a knowing look. "Ah, young love. So complicated."

Aaron leaned back, arm resting comfortably behind your chair, finally giving you space to breathe. But his eyes remained locked on yours, heavy with unspoken promise.

"Complicated," he echoed Rossi softly, just loud enough for you to hear, his voice low and intoxicating. "You have no idea."

Your heart pounded, heat pooling dangerously low. This challenge was spiraling fast, and the boundaries you'd set seemed flimsier by the minute.

Penelope shook her head with mock severity. "All right, whatever weird game you two are playing, keep it at home. This is supposed to be PG."

Aaron’s lips twitched into a faint smile, eyes never leaving yours. "Understood."

You bit your lip, torn between laughter and the ache of frustration. Whatever was left of your resolve was fraying dangerously…dangerously thin.

As the conversation moved on, Aaron leaned toward you, his breath warm against your ear, voice a low murmur that made your pulse quicken.

"Still think you can handle it?"

You turned slowly, meeting his dark gaze with a defiant smirk. "Bring it on."

You both knew you'd regret it later, but at that moment, pride trumped common sense.

At least, until he gently placed his hand back on your thigh, fingers curling possessively, igniting your skin once more.

Yeah.

You were definitely going to lose this battle--

And frankly? You weren't even sure you'd mind anymore.

The next night, the room was cloaked in darkness--

Quiet and still. 

The steady hum of the air conditioning blending with the gentle rustle of sheets. You slept peacefully beside Aaron, tangled comfortably in the blankets, oblivious to the restless energy building beside you.

Aaron shifted slightly in his sleep, brows knitted together, lips parted with shallow breaths. 

His dreams were vivid--

Too vivid--

Images of you swirling through his subconscious, memories, and fantasies intertwining dangerously. 

He could practically feel the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips, the warmth of your breath against his neck, hear the sweet sound of your voice whispering his name.

With a sharp inhale, he startled awake, pulse hammering in his ears. 

He lay motionless for a few long seconds, chest rising and falling heavily as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

God, he needed you. 

This stupid game--

Your little challenge…was becoming ridiculous--

Almost unbearable. 

Every muscle in his body felt taut with frustration, and there was only so much he could take before something had to give.

Glancing carefully at your sleeping form beside him, Aaron let out a slow, measured breath, carefully easing out from beneath the sheets. He shifted gently, positioning himself away from you, back turned just enough that he wouldn't wake you.

He shut his eyes tightly, feeling slightly ridiculous--

Like a teenage boy again--

But the ache between his thighs was relentless. 

He took himself in hand, moving quietly, carefully…desperately trying to find relief without disturbing you.

But a soft, teasing voice quickly shattered his plans.

"Agent Hotchner," you whispered playfully, voice thick with sleep yet undeniably amused, "I do believe that's cheating."

Aaron froze instantly, mortification mixed with frustration creeping along his skin. He turned slightly to face you, flushed and breathing unevenly. You were propped up on one elbow, watching him with a sly grin, eyes sparkling in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds.

"That’s not--" He cleared his throat, voice low and husky. "It's not cheating. It's…a careful work-around."

You raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "Oh, is that what we're calling it now?"

He huffed softly, eyes narrowing at your amused expression, but the embarrassment was fading quickly. "Exactly. No rules broken."

You tilted your head thoughtfully, feigning consideration. "Hmm, I’m not sure about that. This feels suspiciously like cheating."

"Cheating implies two people," he argued, struggling to keep his voice even. "This is purely solo."

"Ah, a loophole." You nodded mock-seriously. "Should've thought of that myself."

Aaron’s eyes darkened at your teasing tone, his embarrassment giving way to renewed confidence. He turned fully toward you now, unabashed despite the vulnerability of the moment, and moved slightly closer.

"You’re welcome to join me if you’d like to ensure fair play," he challenged softly, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

Heat instantly rushed through you, your pulse quickening as you fought to maintain composure. You hesitated, eyes locked onto his, tempted beyond belief--

But pride held firm.

You could so jump on this train. You’re sure it would take less than five minutes to finish. The sheer thought of Aaron’s temptation alone could bring you to orgasm. The sight of him carefully…slowly stroking himself a whole other layer to things that…that honestly was making your throat dry.

But…but you were determined. 

The reward…it would be pure bliss.

"Nope," you replied stubbornly, sinking back into the pillows, fighting the urge to touch him. "Your loophole, your rules."

He stared at you incredulously, clearly not expecting that response. He paused his movements. "You're serious?"

You shrugged lightly, eyes sparkling mischievously in the darkness. "Rules are rules, Aaron."

He exhaled sharply, frustration mounting. "This was your idea."

"Exactly," you said sweetly, snuggling deeper into the covers. "You were just bragging about your self-control yesterday, remember?"

Aaron glowered playfully, finally surrendering with a quiet, reluctant sigh. He collapsed dramatically back against the pillows, staring blankly at the ceiling, clearly resigned. "This is torture."

You chuckled softly, secretly sympathizing--

It was torture. 

Though you'd never admit it now. 

"That's the idea."

He turned his head, eyes lingering warmly on your face, frustration melting slightly into tenderness. He frustratedly tucked himself back into his boxer shorts begrudgingly.

"You’re lucky I love you."

You smiled softly, leaning closer to gently brush your lips across his cheek. "Very lucky."

Aaron wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and sighing deeply into your hair. "Can we at least agree that dreaming doesn't count as cheating?"

You laughed softly, tracing your fingertips over his chest. "Dream away, Agent Hotchner. Just keep your hands to yourself."

He groaned quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly settling back against the pillows, pulling you close again. "Remind me never to let you choose our challenges again."

You smiled against his chest, your eyes slipping shut, exhaustion blending with the sweet ache of temptation. "Noted."

Aaron sighed softly, eyes closing in surrender. Tomorrow would be another battle entirely--

But for now, he simply tightened his hold around you, determined to endure.

You both were about two weeks away from the challenge being over. It had felt like years…absolute hell on earth. 

The entire day had been an exercise in patience, one thin thread after another snapping beneath the weight of tension between you and Aaron. 

The case had been exhausting, draining you physically--

Mentally, and--worst of all--emotionally. 

Each moment felt charged, every interaction thick with a palpable intensity neither of you could shake.

And everyone had noticed.

It started that morning. 

You'd slipped into a pencil skirt, one that hugged your curves in all the right ways. You knew exactly what you were doing--

Aaron loved that skirt.

Loved the way it emphasized every subtle movement of your hips. 

He’d practically growled when he saw you at the crime scene, eyes trailing slowly over your figure with barely concealed frustration.

As the day progressed, you found yourself subtly but deliberately pushing his buttons. 

You challenged his orders just enough to make him grit his teeth, raising an eyebrow in quiet defiance whenever his eyes narrowed at you across the precinct.

He'd retaliated by maintaining impossibly strict control over the investigation, projecting authority in a way that made your knees wweak.

It had all boiled over when Aaron interrogated the unsub. 

Watching him from behind the glass had been both thrilling and torturous. His voice had been sharp--

Commanding.

The tension in his shoulders evident as he'd leaned forward, eyes burning with intensity. 

Something primal stirred within you at the sight--

Anger radiating off him. 

Powerful and dominating…

Turning you on more than you'd ever admit.

Afterward, the team exchanged bewildered glances as Aaron strode past you with barely a nod, his jaw clenched tightly. Morgan’s eyes had followed Aaron carefully, a slow smirk spreading over his face.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Morgan whispered, incredulous.

You’d shrugged nonchalantly, heart racing beneath your calm exterior. "What makes you think it was me?"

Emily scoffed, shaking her head. "Please. You two have been off all day."

JJ nodded, smirking knowingly. "Whatever game you're playing, you're clearly both losing."

Now, hours later, you stood frozen outside your hotel room, staring at the closed door, adrenaline racing through your veins. 

You knew Aaron was inside, waiting. 

It was late; the rest of the team had retreated to their own rooms, leaving you both alone to face the inevitable.

Taking a deep breath, you swiped the keycard and stepped inside, the door clicking softly shut behind you.

Aaron stood near the window, staring silently at the darkness outside, tie loosened, jacket already draped over a nearby chair. He didn’t turn around immediately, but the rigid line of his shoulders told you everything you needed to know. His patience had worn razor-thin.

"Aaron--" you started softly, hesitant yet desperate.

He turned sharply, dark eyes flashing dangerously. His gaze swept over you, igniting fires beneath your skin.

"Enough," he said hoarsely, voice low and commanding, eyes blazing with barely contained desire. "This ends now."

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you in three quick strides, capturing your mouth in a heated, possessive kiss. 

Any hesitation vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming, urgent need.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as you surrendered fully, completely. 

All rational thought evaporated, drowned beneath the intensity of his kiss, the hard press of his body against yours. 

His strong hands moved urgently over your hips, pressing into the curves he'd been deprived of for far too long.

"You drove me insane today," he murmured roughly against your lips, voice dark with hunger. His teeth grazed along your jawline, sending chills cascading down your spine. "That skirt...that mouth of yours..."

You gasped softly as his hands firmly pushed the fabric of your skirt upward, fingers gripping your hips with bruising urgency. 

You arched into him, breathless. "You weren't exactly innocent either," you whispered back defiantly, pulling his tie free with shaky fingers, swiftly undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Watching you yell at that unsub nearly made me lose my mind."

Aaron groaned, mouth tracing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat, his breath warm against your skin. "God, I’ve missed touching you."

His hands slid beneath your shirt, pulling it swiftly over your head and discarding it without a second thought. Clothing hit the floor piece by piece--

Urgency growing with every passing moment. 

It was frantic. 

Desperate.

Each touch igniting sparks hotter than you'd imagined possible.

When he finally lifted you, effortlessly guiding your legs around his waist, you whimpered against his lips, completely and utterly lost.

Aaron paused for a brief second, breathing harshly against your mouth, eyes dark and intense as they locked onto yours. "You win," he admitted roughly, his voice thick with desire. "I'm done holding back."

You smiled breathlessly, heart racing as you whispered back, fingers threading through his hair, "It's about damn time."

All pretense vanished then, surrendering to the overwhelming need you'd both denied for far too long. Everything else faded away--

Rules, games, even the lingering thoughts of your teammates’ confusion.

Tonight was only about you and Aaron, tangled together in passionate relief, finally letting go.

Because as far as you both were concerned, this was one competition worth losing.

Practically tossing you on the bed, it felt like he was all over you at once. His mouth moving from your jawline to your lips to that spot behind your ear--

The one he knew made you weak in the knees. 

Wet between your legs. 

The effect this man had on you. 

“Are you going to drag this out,” You asked, “Make me beg for you?” 

Your hands tangled with his tie, quickly trying to work his clothing off before he replaced your hands with his own. Taking off the tie swiftly and then working each button, a smirk of mischief fell across his face.

“I could,” Aaron hummed, tossing the shirt and tie on the floor before reaching for his belt. Your eyes darted to them, seeing the tent in his dress pants...waiting--

Asking for you. 

He contemplated for a moment longer, “But it’s been too long, sweetheart,” He saidalmost tenderly. You smiled at him sweetly, “Too long and I’ve missed you.” 

“God,” you sighed, “I’ve missed you too.” 

It was then, the remainder of your clothes were removed. Aaron’s lips were back on you in a moment’s notice. 

Kissing. Licking. Full on attacking your body with his mouth in the best way. 

Kissing his way down your bare skin, he found himself settling between your thighs. He pushed them open without and argument from you. The cool exposure contrasted against your arousal. 

“After my silly game, you’re rewarding me?” You held yourself up on your elbows to look at him seated between your thighs. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Aaron tisked, “This is a reward for me.” He moved closer, licking gently…almost teasingly, at your core, “I said I missed you.” 

Like a parched man, Aaron drank you up. His tongue worked you, bringing you to orgasm within no time. Your back arching off the bed and your hand fisted with his hair. His name like a prayer off of your lips. 

Oh. 

Oh, how you missed this. 

Within no time, his mouth was back on yours. Tongue swiping yours as you breathed into the kiss. You were soft against him, melting into each kiss. You reached between your bodys and stroked him once. Twice. Three times. Before he stopped you. 

“I’m like a revirginized teenager, sweetheart,” He said slightly embarrassed, “You keep that up and I will not last. It’s been almost a month.” 

You kissed him softly, “I’m sorry,” to which he kissed you again, combing his hands through the hair framing your face. “This was a stupid idea.” 

He chuckled, “It…it was.” Kissing you once more on the nose, “But distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?” 

“And the couple grow hornier,” You nodded, causing him to laugh a little before kissing you deeper this time. 

He rolled onto his back and took you with him. You straddled his legs and ran your hands up the planes of his chest, feeling the softness beneath you. 

You grinded your wet center against him, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from Aaron. He hissed your name under his breath, “You’re not playing fair.” 

“You should know that by now,” You lifted your hips and reached for him, positioning him at your entrance. 

Slowly--achingly slow.

You lowered yourself onto him. He hissed between his teeth. You could have sworn he said your name along with a curse, but your ears were buzzing. Too overwhelmed from the fill. 

It had been too long.

Way. Too. Long.

Oh.

Oh, how you missed this. 

Missed him.

With each movement, you realize how much you took your sex life with Aaron for granted. With each thrust, he met you--

Each time,you heard your name fall from his lips like it was the only name he knew. 

You realized you would never take this man or your connection for granted again. 

Had it ever been this way with anyone else? 

Never. 

Not even close. 

The way your bodies felt like they were made for each other. Like there were divots in your hips made for his hands to hold you there and rock you against him. Guiding your hips front and back as you moved on top of him. 

You never had to fake it with Aaron either. With others, you had to pretend you’d cum. Or just simply say you didn’t and pretend like it was okay. 

With Aaron? It was second nature. You couldn’t stop yourself from coming even if you tried. It would hit you like a freight train sometimes. 

Out of nowhere. 

Sometimes it was fast and heavy and overwhelming. 

Other times, it was soft waves that enveloped you for moments upon moments. 

But today…

Oh, today?

It hit you. 

Like a ton of bricks. 

Aaron’s hand found the bundle of nerves between your thighs, rubbing circles against your clit. You felt from the way his thrusts began to stutter. 

Began to become less rhythmic. 

He was close.

You were closer.

You were there.

Your orgasm washed over you. You felt yourself clench around him, milking him of all he had. Like a domino effect, Aaron followed behind you. The noises he made were something you missed--

And again…would never take it for granted again. 

The bruising grip on your hip moved to your back as you fell against his chest. You felt his heavy breathing against you. You peppered lazy kisses along his collarbone.

Your breathing slowly steadied, matching Aaron's rhythmic heartbeat beneath your cheek. The dim glow of the bedside lamp washed warmly over your tangled bodies, casting gentle shadows across the hotel walls. For several minutes neither of you spoke, content to simply exist together, skin pressed to skin, savoring the quiet aftermath.

Eventually, Aaron shifted slightly, his fingers brushing soothing circles against your bare back. You felt his chest vibrate softly as he chuckled beneath his breath.

You lifted your head, glancing up at him, curiosity and amusement sparkling in your eyes. "What's so funny?"

He tilted his head, looking down at you fondly, a rare, relaxed smile lighting up his usually serious features. "I'm just relieved we can finally stop torturing ourselves."

You laughed softly, tracing slow, idle circles on his chest. "Hmm, was it really torture?"

"Absolute torture," he insisted, voice low but playful. His fingertips skimmed gently along your spine, sending pleasant chills through your exhausted limbs. "Though I'll admit, seeing how long you'd last was oddly satisfying."

You propped yourself up on an elbow, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "Funny, because I distinctly recall you being the one who caved first."

Aaron’s eyes glimmered with humor, his lips curving upward just slightly. "Maybe. But as I recall, you didn’t exactly put up much of a fight."

You scoffed lightly, but your eyes softened. "Fair enough."

He reached up, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, expression turning more serious as his gaze softened further. "Honestly, this whole thing was ridiculous. Remind me never to agree to one of your ideas again."

"Oh, please," you teased softly, leaning down to kiss his lips tenderly. "You loved every second of it."

Aaron hummed softly against your mouth, pulling you closer again. "I’ll admit, the payoff was definitely worth it."

You smiled contentedly, resting your forehead against his, feeling completely at ease now that the tension had finally broken. Your fingers traced absent patterns against his skin, the warmth and comfort of the moment soothing your still-sensitive nerves.

"Besides," you murmured quietly, your voice teasing yet tender, "I learned something valuable from all this."

He raised an eyebrow curiously, voice gentle. "What’s that?"

You kissed him once more, a lingering touch filled with affection. "You’re stubborn as hell, Aaron Hotchner—but you're also irresistible when you finally give in."

He laughed softly, a rare, genuine sound that made your heart flutter. "I'll keep that in mind."

You shifted slightly, settling comfortably back into his side, head resting easily against his chest again. The hotel room returned to comfortable silence, the quiet broken only by your synchronized breathing and the faint sounds of the night beyond the window.

After a moment, you heard Aaron exhale deeply, tension fully releasing from his body. "You realize the team’s going to have questions tomorrow."

You smiled lazily against his chest. "Let them. I’m too happy to care."

Aaron’s arms tightened around you, holding you protectively, possessively close. "Good," he murmured softly. "Me too."

Sleep slowly began to pull at both of you, exhaustion settling over your bodies. Just before drifting off, Aaron pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, his voice gentle, filled with quiet sincerity.

"But next time," he murmured quietly, lips curving into a teasing smile against your skin, "let’s just skip straight to this part."

You laughed sleepily, closing your eyes and melting against him, finally at peace.

"Deal."

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hi there!! can i request an albedo nsfw hcs where albedo once revealed to the reader that he has extremely high sex drive, so the reader is willing to be his fuck buddy and now he's fucking them almost anytime and anywhere? thank u and have a nice day!!

-: a genius' secret :-

feat. albedo

genre. smut with lots of plot unfortunately (and fluff)

summary. albedo finds out he’s addicted to sex, more specifically he’s addicted to you

warnings. afab reader, gn pronouns, usage of (y/n), somnophillia, reader is friends with sucrose, talk of love and feelings and shit, passionate sex, hand holding, no foreplay (don't do this shit irl), no protections (don't do this shit either), albedo cums in reader

authors note. this idea is actually so good thank you anon i could kiss you for this, real quick note that they DO end up lovers. wasn’t sure if you were ok with that or not because you didn’t specify so i took a little creative liberty :)

albedo has never really been one to care about things such as sexual intercourse or romantic chemical reactions, despite his curiosity for the world and thirst for knowledge he hasn’t really had a thirst for other people or their fluids.

however you were unlike all other humans, in albedo’s eyes you seemed to shine brighter than the stars and your laughter was clearer then everyone else’s. eventually this shifted into the curiosity of getting intimate with you.

albedo is no fool, he’s a grown man and not to mention one of the smartest men in teyvat. of course he knows about sex, he actually knows more about it then you expect. he knows much more than just the basic birds and bees, no no this alchemist knows all the right theoretical spots to bring pleasure to anyone. he just didn’t ever feel the need to try it out.

after you came into the picture this changed, albedo began to want to experiment with this suddenly interesting idea of sexual relationships and what that meant. so he decided to bring this to your attention.

you were shocked to hear that he wanted to have sex, even more so shocked that he did lots of proper research into making that if he at least didn’t find it satisfactory that you would. so naturally because he was very compelling (and very hot) you agreed.

the first time you two did it was in his lab, he had cleared out space and cleaned down the counter tops all for you. he wanted to make sure that this experience was in as controlled of an environment as it possibly could be, he made sure sucrose and timeous were out of the situation as well.

the first time you were nervous, not so nervous for the “having sex with albedo” part as you were sure he’d be fine and considering it was his first time you didn’t expect him to be great. no, you were worried about yourself. what if you weren’t good enough? what if he found that he just wasn’t turned on by you? what if in the worst case scenario you ruined the concept of sex for him?

well regardless of your worries none of them mattered as you two had the best sex of your life that day, albedo was right when he said he knew what he was doing and despite your concerns about being good enough albedo was absolutely enamored with you.

he thought that one time was amazing and before actually doing it he thought he’d only need that one time and one time alone, oh boy was he wrong. he enjoyed himself so much that all of the sudden he couldn’t keep it together when you were around!

it would appear that no matter what you do albedo would find himself unfocused and needy when in your presence, so he decided he should probably confront you about it.

when he told you it was surprising, though you didn’t really mind. albedo was a very attractive man and to say he was fantastic in bed would be an understatement, so you reassured him that nothing was wrong and that you would be happy to have sex with him anytime if he needed it.

biggest. mistake. ever. kinda.

you thought he would “have a high sex drive” as in maybe fuck 4-5 days of the week with short sessions or one round but you were wrong, poor you can’t catch a break and your muscles are now always sore :(

no, albedo is reserved and calm but dear god is that man a horn dog. for a month straight you kept track of how often you two had sex and it was almost every single day… FOR A WHOLE MONTH!

before you knew it you and albedo had become extremely accustomed to each other and had fucked in almost every corner of mondstadt, from his lab to the knights of favonious headquarters and everywhere in between.

at this point you knew each other like the back of your hands, he abuses the spongy soft spot in your walls that makes you see stars when he applies just a little pressure with his index finger and you abuse his sensitive porcelain neck that makes him go harder when you swirl your tongue in a star shape on it.

despite his usually calm and quiet self he’s quite loud in bed, constant heavy breathing and moans fill your ears and considering how heavenly his normal voice is his moans are like music from the gods.

he lasts a long time too, at first it was only one to two rounds but as it built up over time he was able to go for hours and hours. sometimes he’d wake you up to have sex as the sun rises and seeing the sunrise with albedo deep in your walls was like getting into heaven only much more sinful.

his favorite place to have sex is at your house, where there’s no one around and you can comfortably fuck wherever you wanted whether that be the bedroom or kitchen table.

albedo is all about cleaning up his messes though, any fluids you got anywhere would be clean that be your sheets or your countertops and sometimes he’d even use chemicals to erase your prints.

this fuckbuddy situation was so life changing that you’ve even considered dating albedo, not only is the man good in bed but he’s sweet and gentle. only in bed does he get more rough but even then it’s just the right amount.

who knows maybe one day albedo will be more than fuck buddy to you. (he already wants more with you.)

eventually you realize that you actually want more with albedo, of course you still want to have amazing mind blowing sex but you also want to hold him close and listen to him sing as he plays with your hair.

you of course start freaking out realizing this and decide the best way to go about the situation is to avoid albedo entirely! why tf would you do that.

you normally see each other every day whether that be because you drop off food to sucrose during lab hours or you run into each other at the knights headquarters, there’s plenty of reasons you see each other often.

so naturally the only thing you can do is choose to completely change your daily schedule to accommodate your ignorance of albedo, you send klee to drop off food for sucrose and you work from home as to avoid the knights headquarters.

this goes on for a solid 3 days before albedo worries, now he was already worried by day 2 but decided to wait in case you were thinking of coming out yourself and explaining the situation which you ended up not doing.

so albedo goes to your house after finally finishing his shift at the lab, he’s honestly quite tired and would love to go home and drink a cup of tea while reading but this is much more important to him.

he knocks gently at your door, for once in his life he finds himself growing anxious at the realization that you might be avoiding him. did he do something wrong? maybe you were sick of having sex with him? maybe you had found someone else… oh god please no anything but that.

albedo can feel his saliva thickening at the very thought that you had moved on from him despite the two of you not actually being together, lost in his thoughts he ends up staring at the floor when suddenly the door flies open.

you stand there before him utterly in shock and yet when albedo makes eye contact with you he can’t help but feel his “heart” beat even faster then before.

you look an utter and complete mess with your hair unbrushed and only wearing a shirt and shorts you threw on last minute to open the door, you don’t have any makeup on and your skin hits the cold winter air making you tense up.

but to albedo none of that matters, all that matters is that you’re right there in front of him and you look better than you ever have.

“a-albedo…. what are you doing here?”

“where have you been the past few days, i’ve been worried sick are you okay?”

albedo is speaking fast and with more emotion in his voice than you’ve possibly ever heard from him, you realize the effect you’ve had on him and start to feel guilty.

you begin to sweat and trip over yourself explaining, stuttering and mumbling you fidget with your hands and can’t seem to look albedo in the eyes

without warning he lightly places his hands on your wrists, you look up to find him with the same expression as always but you feel like there’s a tinge of relief in his eyes.

“may i come in?”

you stumble on your words once again as you sloppily invite him into your home and close the door behind you with a confused look on your face.

he grabs your arm and leads you to the couch, being careful not to pull too harshly. as he’s sitting the two of you down his hands don’t leave yours and you feel your face warm up at the thought.

“(y/n), do you have feelings for me?”

what the—how did he get it that fast? your jaw drops open and you struggle to find the words to answer.

"i—well... i mean— wha.. what are you trying to imply? i mean honestly, what kinda question is that..?" you stumble through the sentence nervously, trying to shift the blame onto him.

albedo listens carefully, waiting for the right moment to say something as you fumble with your words.

“i have feelings for you as well.”

you keep rambling and trying to excuse yourself and without even noticing you completely ignored what albedo had said, sighing albedo just looked at you and leaned in to kiss you.

mid rambling you freeze when you realize albedo's lips are on yours, and you inevitably melt into the kiss, having missed him more than you realized.

"'bedo.." you mumble against his lips, and you can feel him smile into the kiss.

"yes, love?" he says, pulling away ever so slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against yours as he waits for you to ask whatever was important enough to interrupt your moment.

"can we please have sex now?" you all but whine, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, to which he can only chuckle and comply with your wishes

albedo leads you to the bedroom and gently lays you down on the soft sheets, he climbs on top of you and moved your hair out of your face with a slight smile grazing his lips

he kisses you again, this time more lightly and you can feel the sincerity on hips lips. he’s holding himself above you so carefully and only pushing onto you a little bit to avoid crushing you

you giggle at the way his mouth tickles the nape of your neck, he slowly kisses along and looks up occasionally to see how you react with a glint of mischief in his beautiful cerulean eyes

before you know it albedo is tugging at your clothing and trying to pry them off at an almost slow pace, you help him and wiggle out of your garments as you feel up his arms and cup his face

it isn’t long before your lips meet his again only this time you take the lead and put more fire into the kiss, you let out a hum and albedo groans at the way you slip your tongue into his mouth with little hesitation

soon you find yourself practically clawing at each other, groping and squeezing and hurriedly pulling at albedos clothes

he finally get the memo that you want something more rough than what he had in mind and he pushes you back onto the bed as he begins to unbuckle his belt

you lay on the bed trying your best to look seductive, giving albedo bedroom eyes and pulling your lips between your teeth, your eyes sparkling with anticipation

and albedo notices this, he sees what you’re doing and it’s driving him absolutely wild. you’re just so sexy and he can’t help but be in awe at how you’re finally all his for certain

albedos belt slips off and so does his boxers as he leans down to your figure and begins lapping his tongue all over your chest, making eye contact the whole time as he circles his tongue around your sensitive buds

you whine at the feeling, pawing at him to just put himself in you. he laughs at your pathetic attempt to get him to do something but regardless he lines himself up with your walls and pushes in, you moan at the way he stretches you out and your back arches off the bed

albedo is trying to hold himself back a bit, kneading at the sheets to calm himself and find some sort of semblance of self control

when he bottoms out he lets out a deep sigh, almost as if he’s been waiting for this moment for 3 whole days. he waits patiently for you to give him the ok to move, unsure of how long i5 would take to adjust to him since it had been longer than usual without him

once you nod at him he pulls back slowly to make sure you can feel every inch of his perfectly thick and veiny cock, he hisses through his teeth before slamming back into you

you throw your head back and whimper at how deep he is, he fits your velvety walls so perfectly and you can swear he’s kissing your cervix

leaning down to your ear he picks up speed and wrap his arms around your waist, lifting your back up slightly off the mattress

“hnnngg you feel so good, fuck you’re so warm”

you shiver at the breath next to your ear, you can’t help but roll your eyes back at how amazing this position is

albedo on top of you with his arms wrapped around you and your wall wrapped around him, you couldn’t ask for anything better

he keeps pushing into you at a steady pace, his cock hitting that spongy spot that’s making you see stars. it’s like he keeps getting deeper with every thrust and you can’t do anything but moan at the feeling of being filled to the brim with a man more perfect than the sunset over dragonspine

“archons—albedo-ah!”

he lets a groan next to your ear, opting to start sucking on your neck to avoid being too loud. you mewl at the way he suckles perfectly on your sweet spot and oh how his tongue laps at your skin makes you so so weak

he slowly lays you back down on the bed, removing his arms from around your waist which causes you to let out a sound of dissatisfaction before gasping when he slips his hands into yours and pins them on the sides of your head

“you’re mine—mine, all mine”

his pace is practically animalistic and he’s almost growling at you, you’ve never seen him this primal and it makes you tighten around his thick cock

you start to feel your stomach tighten as the familiar buildup of your high arrives, you try your best to warn albedo with anything, words or sounds, yet you struggle to even get anything out because you’re in suck a daze of how amazing this feels

but not to worry, albedo knows. he knows by the way you tremble underneath him and how your gummy walls grip onto him like a vice, he lifts his head from your neck and crashes his lips into yours

it’s sudden and rough but albedo doesn’t care, all that matters to him right now is shoving his tongue in your mouth and being surrounded by your warmth

“c-cumming! bedo!!”

you can’t help it when your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like a freight train just slammed into you, the feeling takes over your entire body and you can’t seem to find words to come out of your mouth

arching your back from the bed and squeezing albedo’s hands you manage to not pass out while having one of the best orgasms of your life

and albedo is right there with you, he moans into your mouth he pushes his hips as far as possible into yours and rocks them back and forth gently when he finally starts to come down from his own high

after catching your breaths and staring at each other you both smile and you open your arms to him, he gladly embraces you and without words the two of you fall asleep together

unfortunately for your neighbor mona she happened to hear…. well. everything.

tags: @aventurinesweetheart

[bedobabe]

Hello! First time requesting, can I request wanderer, xiao, kazuha and albedo (seperate) courting reader:D? Like how they would act and do as a suitor:3 thank you!

⸻ ᛝ 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 !!

⸻ Characters included : Albedo, Wanderer, Xiao & Kazuha

⸻ Non specific / gender neutral reader

⸻ Hello thank you so much for requesting I hope this is worth it! ♥︎

Due to 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢 being only a synthetic human - he doesn't realise at first that these feelings for you are in fact romantic. He doesn't really care. He's aware he loves you in a way that's beyond friendship, but the concept of love isn't something he's ever really understood. It's like watching someone else's movie, trying to feel their emotions. But with you, it's different. It's real, raw, and utterly confusing.

You've noticed the way he looks at you, the subtle changes in his behavior around you. The way his eyes light up when you enter the room, the way he lingers on your words, analyzing every inflection. You're not oblivious to his growing feelings, but you're not sure how to navigate them.

One evening, while you both sit side by side in the dimly lit lab, he finally speaks up. "I've been observing human emotions," he says, his voice a mix of curiosity and something else—a hint of vulnerability you've never heard before. "And I believe I'm experiencing something similar to what humans call 'love'."

𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 wasn't made to be loved. He hasn't felt love for hundreds of years. You, irritate him strongly. Because he's head over heels in love with you. Why did you have to disturb his eternal loneliness and peace? Now he's torn apart by his emotions, and it's all your fault. On one side, he wants to protect you from his distant nature, and on the other, he craves your touch, your warmth. You've unknowingly become the light in the abyss of his soul.He'll try to push you away, to protect you from his own shadow. Wanderer's cold gaze, which had once pierced through the fabric of time, now softened at the sight of your smile. You, oblivious to his internal turmoil, continue to weave your warmth into his cold existence. His heart, a frozen artifact, begins to thaw in your presence.

"You shouldn't follow me around so much," Wanderer gruffly said, his eyes averted from your gaze. The words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken yearning that churned within him. Yet, you remained undeterred. "You shouldn't be such a grump," you replied with a cheeky grin, reaching out to touch his arm. The warmth of your skin against his sent a jolt through his system, a stark contrast to the chill he had grown accustomed to. He flinched slightly, unused to the sensation of human contact, but didn't pull away. "That's..nice," Wanderer murmured, his voice a rumble that seemed to resonate from the very depths of his being.

He didn't know what to do with the feelings you stirred up, so he chose the only thing that was familiar to him - retreat. He took a step back, the coldness of the air rushing to fill the space your touch had warmed. His eyes searched for something to focus on, anything but the way your smile made his heart ache.You watched him, puzzled by his reaction, but didn't let it deter you. Instead, you took his hand in yours, your grip firm and reassuring.

"You're not so bad when you don't try to scare everyone away," you said, your voice filled with gentle teasing. He felt your warmth seep into him, melting the icy barriers he had spent centuries constructing around his soul. "Whatever you say," Wanderer replied, his voice thick with emotion he hadn't felt in centuries. He allowed your touch to linger, a strange comfort that he hadn't anticipated. The feel of your hand in his was like a lifeline to a drowning man, and he found himself reluctant to let go.

𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢 is totally lost in this situation - you're his first crush, ever. He doesn't know how to charm someone or sweep them off their feet. All he can do is awkwardly stand there, his heart thumping like a drum in his chest, trying to decide on the right words. What if you reject him? What if you've secretly hated him this whole time? Those thoughts swirled in Xiao's mind like a tornado, threatening to blow away any semblance of courage he'd managed to gather.

You look up at him, your eyes wide with curiosity, and he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The silence between you stretches, and you can almost hear the tick of the clock on the wall. Xiao's cheeks start to flush, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. It's clear he's nervous, and somehow that makes you feel a little more at ease. You decide to break the ice. "What's wrong, Xiao?" you finally ask, a gentle smile playing on your lips as you notice the sweat beads forming on his forehead. He stammers for a moment before blurting out, "Nothing a mortal should concern themselves with."

The cryptic reply hangs in the air, leaving you puzzled yet intrigued. He feels slightly ashamed by his tone and quickly tries to recover, "I got these for you," he says, holding out a small bouquet of flowers. They're not fancy, just some qingxin - but he presents them with so much hope that their simplicity is overshadowed by his earnestness. You accept them with a warm smile, feeling the softness of the petals against your skin.

The scent of the flowers is faint but sweet, filling the air with a hint of spring."Thank you. Anything else you want to tell me?" you ask, placing the bouquet on the counter, the question lingering in the air like the sweet fragrance of the qingxin. "No. Goodbye," Xiao says abruptly, turning to leave. Oh, well... Maybe next time?

𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔 takes a more confident approach to his newfound crush then some may think. He wants to make you feel so loved and accepted that you can't help but be drawn to him. He's the type that notices when you're feeling down, and goes out of his way to cheer you up. He's the guy that brings you soup when you're sick, and listens to your ramblings without judgement. He's not perfect, but his intentions are pure

.It's been a week of subtle gestures and hopeful glances, and he's pretty sure you've noticed his efforts. You've started to smile at him more, and he's caught you looking his way a couple of times, a soft blush blooming on your cheeks before you look away. It's the little things that keep him going, the unspoken acknowledgment of his growing feelings.

I feel like he would just tell you straight up how he feels and there's no use in hiding his strong feelings for you. So, he'll take you out on a 'friendly' date - spoil you the entire time then after all the guns finished blazing, when the night is still young, he'll pull you aside and confess everything.