#albedo gives you painting tips

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Idk why this would happen or what cool scenario to insert here or how to justify it BUT

Matching armor with Legacy :0

wait wait wait WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA- WHAT IF YOU WERE A KNIGHT OF FAVONIUS

you, like all the other knights, have a uniform- but the rulebook only states that you have to be wearing the armor, not what condition it needs to be in! Foul Legacy has always liked poking at your uniform and scratching away any specks of dirt he finds on its silver surface, mimicking his behavior towards his own armor on yours, and slowly you wonder how he would react to a smaller, slightly more human-shaped version of himself. of course, the Grandmaster wouldn't be happy with you- quite the opposite- but as you said before there's no rule against painting or decorating your armor, as long as you still wear it while on duty. besides, silver can get boring after a while, and you've been a knight for a good few years! you've earned the right to spruce your uniform up a little!

Foul Legacy intently watches your brush move back and forth across the metal, only his wings twitching as he tilts his head back and forth before he blinks back to reality with a small chirp, nudging your shoulder curiously once you pick up the brush. you just smile and hold up the piece you were working on, nodding with pride at the color beside Foul Legacy. he gradually realizes exactly what you're doing, his questioning trills turning into delighted chitters as his fur poofs up in excitement, walking in circles around you and the half-painted armor in an attempt to burn off some energy, or else he will end up violently headbumping you and ruining the careful brushstrokes. he runs off to fetch the other supplies you brought home to make the horns and pointed edges so clearly seen in his armor, nudging them beside you with a happy trill and looking down at you with a sparkling azure eye and a fanged grin

yeah, the Grandmaster's definitely going to give you a lecture, but it'll be SO worth it

[pristine-rose]

✧ LILAC FUMES

⊹ characters : albedo, ningguang, kaveh, la signora

⊹ synopsis : bad habits ( in which only you can see )

⊹ warnings : all sfw :] , smoking ( ningguang )

⊹ female reader, not proofread, sry for writing albedo again

minors can interact, but do not follow. this is just more sfw to pass the time! will hopefully return to n.sfw soon

⊹ ALBEDO

self-doubt

He doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

Brush strokes race rapidly across the canvas, but somehow even quicker than normal. He used more colors than he usually does; He puts in more care than he usually does, too. He paints you so beautifully. Perhaps even a little too perfect, as well. But that’s the way he sees you—no flaws, but in a way that ms so perfectly human, that you’re practically perfectly imperfect. And Archons, he loves that about you.

Is he allowed to say that? Allowed to even think it? Loving you? This is why he paints you—because he can’t show these feelings any other way. And he hates this about himself. Why can’t he kiss you the way other couples do? Why can’t he hug you without being so tense? Why, why, why did he have to be created without a heart?

You deserved someone more human than him, he feared. Someone who would pour his heart out to you so emotionally correct, and not towards a painting like he is doing now.

“Albedo…” He felt his body jump in horrific surprise. “This is…”

Ah. He forgot to lock his studio door. He was so stupid—he could never think logically when it came to you. And now you were here, seeing something he didn’t want you to see. “Albedo,” you called again with your hand over your mouth, “you’re so kind…”

Kind? He could almost scoff You were calling him kind? He was a disgrace here, he could not even understand the basics of love in a way to show it to you physically or verbally; And here you were, staring at him like he was the most thoughtful of lovers. He didn’t know how to show love. In fact, he didn’t even know what he was doing.

And yet, when you ran up to hug him so tightly, he thought, perhaps you knew him better than he knew himself.

☁️ —

⊹ NINGGUANG

smoking

Smoke-lined silk screen, glass room, bed frame, light post.

A huff, clouds filtered between red lips.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough of that?”

When she looked up at you, her pearly whites were playing with the wooden tip between her lips, toying with it as if it were like secondary skin. She looked unbothered—genuinely confused, even—as to what exactly you were asking of her in the first place.

“Enough of what?”

You gave no verbal response as your eyes glanced down at her mouth for just a second. Oh. “My pipe?”

“Your smoking problem,” you told; only to, of course, garner a response along the lines of ‘I don’t have a problem’. You could only scoff, really, and the Tianqian wasn’t sure if she liked that. To be almost belittled and scolded like a child ( which, in truth, was not happening at all—she just conditioned herself to see such a false reality ) was not a setting that Ningguang took kindly to. And if you were any other subordinate telling her what to do, you’d be a dartboard by now.

She blew out slowly. Secondhand smoke hit the tip of your nose and your brow raised. “You’re being dramatic,” she rolled her eyes. “Come. Grow up, and give me a—”

“I will not be kissing you with your smoker’s breath.”

She almost cracked the wooden pipe with the clench of her hand from annoyance—but that would be giving into you, wouldn’t it? She almost didn’t like the winning smile that crossed your lips. What she didn’t like even more, however, was being put into place right in front of you.

☁️ —

⊹ KAVEH

overworking, worrying

“Love you so m— Oh, wait! Do you think you can make another coffee for—?”

His words died into mumbles when he saw the hesitant look you gave him. “Coffee?” you questioned, leaning at the doorframe in a way he didn’t like. A lean like that meant you’d be questioning him. He got nervous when you did that. “At this hour?”

His fingers fiddled with his pen. “I have this big project to hammer out tonight, I fear…”

You only sighed. So simple, yet he could not take his eyes off of you. They were widened with a stir of caffeine and sleep deprivation both simultaneously—the bags under his eyes only causing even more concern. But he stared at you out of habit, for a large part of it was fear and insecurity. His eyes were always, always widened, searching for any trace of disappointment in your gaze. He didn’t like it when you were concerned over him; Not because of annoyance, no.

But over worry you would leave him for his self-sabotaging habits.

“Sorry,” he muttered when you pushed yourself off the doorframe, beginning to make your way towards his desk. “This project is really important to me.”

“You said that all your projects are important to you,” you remarked. The way you tiredly slouched yourself over his back and rested your chin on his shoulder made him only feel worse. “And I can see that,” you continued, “they are your life’s work.”

Kaveh stayed quiet. He stared down at his work-in-progress blueprint, trying his best to look like he was working. And truly, he was working fine just a moment ago—But how could he continue that focus now, when you’re making him self-conscious? He didn’t deserve such concern. You should’ve just left him by now.

“You’re shaking.” He didn’t notice that until you placed your hand on top of his, which was gripping his pen so tightly. “You can continue your masterpiece when you have enough sleep, okay?” you muttered as you kissed his temple. He sighed, melting in his seat. Perhaps he could spare to continue in the morning.

☁️ —

⊹ LA SIGNORA

secret keeping, overthinking

“Hey. Hey, look at me.”

Her lips landed under your own once she felt the pull of your fingers on her chin. She was seated, feeling your presence loom over her like a sense of warm security that was so reachable in this palace of ice. And yet it left her breathless—she, who was never surprised by anything. She, who was so cautious and careful about who she adored.

“Was there something you needed?” she whispered, feeling small as her breath brushed your lips.

“You were heating up,” you said with such concern, “worryingly so.” Her head slightly tilted back with a widened eye, looking up when the back of your hand gently pressed against her forehead. She could almost smile—you cared so much, and it almost made her hopelessly romantic again. “Are you developing a fever, Signora?”

Her brows furrowed together. No, of course she wasn’t.

“Perhaps I am.”

But she couldn’t tell you that. She couldn’t tell you of the scorching, liquid fire that coarse through her veins. She could not explain the self sacrifice she committed centuries ago, or how she was prepared to die.

“Do you mind walking with me to my room?”

Because why would she tell you, when you would probably become scared of her? You—who was just like everybody else—thought she was perfect and ruthless. But also you, who she could not afford to see the disgusted face of.

For now, you only smiled; And she planned to keep it that way.

[wolfiafuntime]

Who Fell First, Who Fell Harder? But Make It Yandere!

Wanted to do this with all of the Mondstadt & Liyue men, but I lost inspo immediately after writing Aether's part. Had to force Albedo's part out... Planning on making sequels with all the other boys in the future, but idk when.

Ft. Yandere! Aether, Albedo (separate) X Yandere! Gn! Reader

Tw: Soft yanderes

Published: October 12, 2023

Words: 657

Pages: 2

Aether: You fell first, he fell harder!

 You fell for him when he saved your life from an unexpected Lawachurl. How could you not? He looked so perfect, jumping in front of you and slashing at the monster with his sword. And the interaction that followed was equally as perfect, starting with him pulling you up from the ground with ease as a floating child asked if you were okay. He didn't talk much, the child- whom you soon learned was named Paimon- doing most of the talking, but his expressions said enough.

 You couldn't help but follow Aether around, and you learned how he was searching for his lost sister, but unfortunately had to spend most of his time helping others. The second-hand offense you had felt was so strong you vowed to personally handle every problem dumped on him. And upon being reminded that you couldn't fight, you changed that vow to 'personally handle every social problem'. You hated being away from him, but his grateful smiles and his occasional quiet 'thanks' were great motivators to keep your promise. And on the plus side, all of your hard work got you a good if not great reputation in every nation you guys visited. Which, in turn, allowed you to threaten greedy merchants, scummy villagers, and shady military personnel.

 He fell for you after you had taken a bullet from a Fatui Skirmisher from him. At first, he was irked as he took the formerly unnoticed Fatuu out; bitter that you had gotten hurt. Although the reason why was a mystery to him. He always knew this would happen! Why did he let you come? Why did you have to follow him around so much?? Why did that stupid skirmisher think he could get away with this?! It wasn't until he killed the Fatuu and returned to your slowly-dying side that he realized. Despite Paimon's cries, and the horrid smell of burnt flesh, you weren't worrying about yourself. You were worrying about him, even using your seeping strength to place your hand on his cheek.

 He could never explain the relief he felt when a doctor saved your life. He helped you through every step of the healing process, making sure to wrap every one of your bandages himself, gathering the best materials for the healthiest foods, and helping you re-learn how to walk. When you were finally healthy again, he made sure to never leave your side. He'd follow you around help you deliver letters, or settle arguments. And when he'd have to go on commissions, or deal with disgusting perverts and annoying hags, then he'd tuck you away into his Serenitea Pot for safekeeping.

Albedo: You fell first, you fell harder!

 You fell for him a few weeks after your first love broke your heart and ran off with a harlot. When he had comforted you with some magically healing words. After that, you started following him around as best you could. And unlike the concubus who had tricked you, Albedo actually cared about you! Like when you tried following him into Dragonspine, he recommended that you stop so you didn't get yourself hurt. And when he learned that your 'stalking' was interfering with your job, he recommended that you get a new one in the Knights of Favonius Investigation Company!

 You continued to fall for him as he personally taught you alchemy. And when he'd give you tips for surviving Dragonspine's harsh conditions. And as whenever he took the time to make you and occasionally Timeaus food while you were up there. Naturally, you did all you could to repay his acts of love. Such as getting him rare paints to use. Or handle his friends for him. And even use your newfound power as a Knight of Favonius to hurt every harlot stupid enough to think they deserve his love!

[aeferkssr]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 you look quite divine tonight here among these vibrant lights, pure delights surround us as we sail. signed, yours truly, the whale.

dreams, implied nudity (albedo), fridges exist in game! (cyno), idk cyno lore sorry guys, 0.6k wrds.

masterlist.

aether.

he dreams of you two going on adventures in his previous worlds. what would you two be doing? who would you two meet? what would you two see? how would you two feel? how would you two feel about each other?

the way he feels when traveling with you is extraordinary, an unfamiliar rush of adrenalin courses through his veins as his cheeks start to ache from smiling too much.

he journeys through the world visited prior, with him and his sister. although, the world is anything but unfamiliar to the traveler, his chest still bubbles with excitement as he leads you through each world.

whether you two would be fighting off rouge space monsters, aiming to become the very best that no one ever was, or just simply cuddling with a warm cup of hot chocolate, each adventure is worth traveling with you.

xiao.

he dreams of you two dancing in a field full of glaze lilies. the grass below your feet glistening with morning due as your feet temporarily flatten it, said glaze lilies abundant and free.

as two lover waltz to the song of the blowing wind (some of which he commanded to blow directly at your cheek, a silent kiss from him) and early birds, they feel like they’re the only ones in liyue. no, the whole teyvat.

their bodies weave together: twirling, spinning, leaping and soaring thoughtlessly throughout the plain. he feels a sense of security in this dream, well he always feels safe with you. he longs to do this in your reality. however, glaze lilies aren’t as prevalent as they once were.

albeit, these dreams are sweet, sickeningly sweet. more akin to almond tofu that the screeching nightmares he was accustomed to.

albedo.

he dreams of his next art peice, a new masterpiece to be made by his hands with adoration for you.

your body laying out on linen sheets, with the blankets surrounding and adorning your figure . his paintbrush covered with the colour of your skin makes neat and well thought out lines that copy the splendid sight in front of him.

your body is rested as your eyes droop, the bed being too comfortable for his muse to fight your drowsiness any longer. of course, this doesn’t go unnoticed by the maestro. he allows you a few minutes to regain your energy as he washes off his previously used paint brush.

as you lift yourself fron the bed, his gaze can’t help but linger on your figure: how you cover yourself with the thick comforter, how your yawn elicits small tears to form at the corner of your eyes, how peaceful you look in the moment.

oh how he wishes to cup your face within his palms and kiss you, but maybe — since this is a dream after all — you may allow him to do it, just once.

cyno.

he dreams of a domestic life with you. the only worries on his mind is keeping you warm, and the only crimes to solve is to find out who took the last slice of pie in the fridge.

whether he stares with hearts in his eyes as you decorate tonight's dessert — a strawberry shortcake, inspired by the plump strawberries you got at the market today — or the playful glare he gives after you put some of the cream on the tip of his nose.

being general mahamatra means that he is constantly on the road, going from location to location to sercve justice onto those who deserve, but he can't always carry you with him on his expeditions.

so when hes with you coddled up in your arms as you read (well, re-read) his favourite novel, he can't help but let his guard down, drifting off and melting even further into your arms.

[chalksniffed]

nsfw, pwp discord mod/modern xiao × afab! reader

warning: pwp (porn w/o plot), mid tier written sex, phone? video call? virtual? sex, sex toys, overstimulation, slight noncon recording, corruption, possessiveness, xiao being disgusting like actually (w/ cum)

quite frankly, extremeeeeeely ooc xiao also he calls you dove/kitten- yes living up to the discord mod name

Dudun!

[Dove, vid call, now.]

You answered the ringing discord call notification. A ragged, breathless voice greets your ears.

"Fuck.. (Y/N), I'm so horny right now. I need you.." Xiao voiced out, palming his crotch through his sweatpants. Hands twitching to touch your body but couldn't due to you being away from him.

He opened his webcam, revealing a very flushed and needy Xiao. Biting your lips, you opened yours as well, greeting him with the view of his nervous and blushing kitten.

"You didn't forget to bring your new gift with you right?" You nodded, glancing at the unopened black box beside your laptop.

He smirked, "Good, how about opening it for me?"

Grabbing the sleek packaging, you opened it carefully. It revealed a plush velvet covering a skintone, veiny, silicone.. dildo and as well as a bullet vibrator without a remote?

You held the dildo in your hands, feeling it up and.. it looks just like Xiao's heavy and mouthwatering dick. "Like my gift for you dove?" Your eyes snapped to your screen, greeting you with an overly pleased looking Xiao.

"Yes.. but what is this for?" You inquired, a brow raising at his gift.

"For you to play with and to give me a show, I still want your pussy to only remember the shape of my dick during your trip."

Red flushed on your cheeks from his statement, you even felt a buzz between your legs from his words. Pussy craving the warmth and size of his girth after days of it not being filled to the brim with Xiao's cock.

"Put a show on for me will you? You know what to do to please me after all." Xiao pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down and fished the bulging erection of his cock. It springs up and meets his clothed abdomen, standing erect and tall with the mushroom head an angry red, tip glistening with pre.

You nodded and said okay, standing from your chair and fully aware of the wet patch on your panties through your shorts. You locked the door to your room and moved your laptop and toys on your bed.

Standing in front of the laptop, you slowly stripped your clothes and gave Xiao a personal show. Unclasping your bra and slipping your panties off, not forgetting to show the wet patch he's caused and loved before climbing on the bed and resting against a pillow on the headboard.

You can hear his muffled noises through the speakers and the sound of slick, rubbing of skin. Spreading your legs, he could see your leaking cunny begging to be filled with cock- his cock. God if only you didn't go to that academic trip with Albedo he could be drilling and painting his cum in your pussy right now.

Grunting Xiao said, "Be a good doll and place the vibe on your clit, kitten."

Doing as he commanded, two fingers held the toy down your clit, jolting in surprise as the vibe suddenly sprang to life. "Don't let it go unless I said so, okay?" He said whilst raising his phone up to the view of the camera, allowing your eyes to see the "remote" for the toy.

He cranked the speed higher making your eyes roll back at the intensity and lean dependently against the headboard. Thighs quivering, slick overflowing, and whorish moans- the sight of you made Xiao shiver, pleased to see how much of a slut his darling became. Corrupting your purity and making you his slut wasn't a bad idea after all.

"X-xiao! Xiao... I'm close-! I want to come- please please!" Slurring, you suddenly feel the toy becoming stronger-! A relentless onslaught attacks your clit, overwhelming it and making your climax come faster- "Xiao x-xiao I'm cumming! I'm cumming !"

White fills your vision, slick gushing out your needy hole yet the toy doesn't stop- knowing Xiao he'd punish you if you to let go. He wants to see your sensitive clit and body overstimulated before he ends.

"Good girl, just one more then you can let go, okay?" He panted, his left hand lowered the intensity of the toy while lubed right hand kept jerking up and down his cock at the climax you've shown him- desperately wishing it was him instead of that toy he'd given you or your tight throat around him instead of his fucking hand.

"Y-yes." You can already feel yourself building up again despite already cumming. You bit your lips to muffle your noises, feeling ashamed that your friend is in the room next to you- thick walls can only do so much to block out the noise.

"Kitten, use your other hand and play with your tits." Xiao's voice from the laptop speaker made you snap out from your thoughts. "Like this?" You said while tweaking your left nipple.

"Yes- just like that," he grunts starting to feel the build up of climax, "just do that baby- I'll up the intensity, don't cum until I say so." The sound of his heavy panting fills your ears from the speakers, continuing to do as he told, he upped the intensity again making your already trembling legs give out.

Your left hand continues to play with your tits, adding more pleasurable sensations on your body. Your core tightens, "I'm c-close- xiao please.." You begged, tears beginning to form in your waterline from being denied.

"A little more dove- just a little more hngh." He says placing his phone down on his desk and grabbing a jar almost halfway filled with white, opaque fluid.

Xiao jerked himself harder at heavenly sounds of your moans in his ears, feeling himself close to climax. He opened the jar and placed the opening near the tip of his cock, making the fluid slosh around the jar.

"(Y/N).. cum." He hissed as he jizzed his cum into the jar- relief filling his body.

Once you heard him say his command, your body finally let go- giving you the most intense orgasm of your life. Your eye rolled back from the pleasure and your body gave out. Limbs weak from the pleasure, making you white out from the intensity. Your fingers let go of the whirring bullet as your body turned into mush.

Xiao chuckled at the sight of his cute girlfriend being so fucked out and turned off the bullet from his phone, he's thankful that he had the foresight to record this call for his collection.

It took about a minute of Xiao serenely watching you for you to wake up.

Your eyes blearily opened up to a smiling Xiao, completely and utterly please with himself that he witnessed your body breaking down from pleasure.

"We're not yet done kitten, your pussy is still hungry for cock no?" A sly smirk etched on his lips. "I can still see your hole wanting more."

You whined knowing that he was right, that it still wasn't enough. Xiao trained you too well to be a- his- cock hungry slut. Clitoral orgasm wasn't enough.

With weakened limbs you moved closer to your laptop to grab the imitation next to it. Making Xiao notice your disheveled state, how skin trails with skin or how your hair sticks to the side of your cheeks. A tired yet lustful expression sits on your face, completely unaware of how much it took effect on you.

Pulling the dildo closer, you test the waters by licking the head. Bringing it closer to you, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking the rubbery material.

Xiao feels his softened cock turn on again, watching you give head to a dick that looks his made it twitch back in eagerness.

He spat on his hand again to lube it up and slowly jerked himself. You took the cock in deeper, a visible bump appearing on your throat as the length inched more into your throat.

Xiao's mouth watered at the sight, seeing how the imitation could do that to your throat meant that it'd feel better if it was his actual dick that you were sucking instead.

Plump lips wrapped around the girth and spit trailed down the side of your lip as you slowly pull out the silicone.

The imitation glistens with your spit as you dazedly looked at the your laptop screen, Xiao's blown out gaze meets your own. "I think it's ready now.." You said as you pant in air.

Placing the dick vertically in front of your cunny, you looked at the laptop screen again, awaiting Xiao's orders.

A hum greets your ears, "Sit on it." He eyes as you stand up on your knees, legs spread apart and dick directly under your weeping cunt. You stretched your folds apart and carefully descended on the tip. Your hungry hole swallowed the silicone head, making your breath audibly hitch at the entrance.

With the head firmly inside you, you sat down to the base, moaning as you finally feel your walls stretch against Xiao's dick, dildo sitting comfortably inside the tight walls Xiao shaped.

Huffing at the feeling of being full, you hear Xiao utter, "Ride it and give me a show."

"Y-yes sir."

Raising your hips until your insides only feel the tip, Xiao watches as the shaft exposes itself coated in your slick. Bringing your hips down, you sat on it again, hole swallowing the silicone. Familiarizing with the feeling, you slowly ride the toy. Up and down, up and down- Xiao mimicked your movements. Each upwards or downwards motion is followed by his hand, attempting to synchronize the feelings of pleasure.

'It's not enough,' he thought and muffled groan escaping his lips, 'they need to be faster.'

"Dove, faster- ruin yourself for me." He commanded, pants leaving his lips as you upped the pace.

Heavy breathing leaves your lips as you followed his orders. The silicone fills you up but it's not as good as the original, struggling to hit your sweet spots unlike how Xiao fucks you.

It didn't take too long until exhaustion catches up to you. Paired with how you came twice prior, it could only take you so long until your previous ministrations caught up to your weakened legs.

You whined, "X-xiao I can't, my legs are too tired.. please..."

Xiao broken out of his stupor from following your movements in a daze, he noticed how you slowed down your movements. "It's okay dove, just lay on your back okay? Spread your legs and pump it in and out instead."

Following his instructions, your back meets the soft embrace of the covers making you moan in relief. You pumped the base in and out with your left hand, shivers running down your body as the dick finally hits your sweet spots while your right plays with your tit.

Moaning at constant feeling of being full, your core slowly tightens. The feeling of an climax creeps in your body. "Xiao I feel.. close.." You breathed as Xiao jerks himself to the pumps of your hand, also feeling himself becoming close.

"Come with me, dove?" He asked, grunting as you jerk the dildo harder.

"Y-yes! Yes!" You moaned, movement becoming more erratic. Legs trembling, struggling to keep them spread apart, body shivering from all of the sensations it's feeling. You craned your neck to look at him. Skin flushed, teal-green hair dishevelled and a mess, and beautiful amber eyes blown with lust.

Your eyes closed shut, digging the crown of your head deeper into the pillow as your back arches. "I-I'm close!" Xiao watches intently as you fucked yourself harder on his replica, dick twitching at the thought of it being his cock instead. "I know. I'm the same, dove."

He jerks himself faster, watching you play with yourself all for him. Ruining your pussy just for him. God he can't wait until he can sink his cock again in that corrupted cunt he claimed.

'Mine, you're mine. Just mine.' He thought darkly, 'no one else can see you fuck yourself like this. Not even that stupid Albedo thinking he could this academic trip as a way to seduce you. No one else can handle that ruined pussy of yours, not when all you can do is scream out my name..' He glanced back at the screen, your fucked out face begging for his cum, spit dribbling down your lips, slick overflowing and wetting a patch on the covers but you didn't care. The only thought in your mind was him, his dick, and cumming.

"Xiao-! Xiao! I'm cumming!!" You screamed as he came in sync with you.

Slick creaming around the silicone imitation of his cock and him cumming his spend into the cum jar he's filling up for your return.

The both of you sighed in content, a combination of pleasure, relief and exhaustion runs in your bodies as you both come down from your high.

"Kitten, don't leave the call or remove the toy. I want to watch you sleep with my cock shaping your insides, I'm not taking no for an answer." He uttered as he shifted and tucked his dick back into his sweatpants. Grabbing a tissue and cleaning up any mess that remained.

Hearing you sigh, he once again directed his gaze back on his screen. Your blissed and fucked out self etched into the confines of his brain.

"Y-yes xiao.. only for you.."

Extra: You feel room temperature cum enter your pussy as Xiao forced the head of the cum jar into your hole. Shivering from the feeling of the fluid dripping inside your hole, Xiao patted the jar empty for his cum to find home in your insides.

Xiao sighed happily knowing all his cum and effort are now safely tucked inside you and not wasted on tissue, because his cum should and only be inside your pussy and nowhere else. Removing the jar, he kisses your knee beside him, whispering "mine" as he stood on his knees, the monstrous cock he knows you miss after your long trip stands erect and stiff.

"Let's fill you up with a new batch shall we?"

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Thanks for reading this mess lmaoo, anyways have a nice day <3

[azullumi]

albedo — in love headcanons ☆彡

summary — albedo and his feelings.

pairing — albedo/gender-neutral reader

tags — a little bit of angst, some fluff, kind of pining at the beginning also; headcanons

word count — 706

To love is to be a being in their most flawed and barest form. To be consumed by a reckless kind of emotion, having yourself driven by an insatiable thirst.

He envies the earth that gets to hold you, he envies the dirt that you walk upon and leaves trails behind, he envies the birds that get to sing melodies to you, he envies the blanket of your bed that gets to wrap your body and wishes it was him. He wishes it was all him.

He first admires you from afar, from a distance he calls safe even if it leaves him desiring and wanting to get closer to you but he can't. Even with the torturous feeling of wanting to feel his fingertip against your skin, he held himself back.

But things will never go the way he intends it to be. Suddenly, the gap between you two had closed and he is now lacing and weaving his fingers against yours just like in his dreams. He can now feel the softness of your palm and his lips against yours, molding perfectly like two missing puzzle pieces.

If ever this was really a dream of his, an extremely realistic one, he would never wish to wake up from it.

Albedo is good at nearly everything except for expressing himself and his emotions completely due to the fact that he is not a human, in essence, and has a hard time relating to humanely things but he assures you that he lays himself bare just for you and that he knows that what he felt for you was sincere and genuine love and affection.

"(Name), you do not hold my heart."

"You are my heart itself, my soul, the physical embodiment of my weakness. I fear that when the time comes and if you ever ask me the world, I will gladly give it to you."

Words of confession roll off his tongue so easily as if it was the natural thing to do, often leaving you flustered with the way he uses his words at you. Albedo's nonchalant expression is always replaced with a tender look filled with admiration, adoration, and sweetness.

Albedo finds different ways to show you how much he loves you and cares for you. He would look after you and would get immediately worried at a small change of your health.

Although he lets you accompany him whenever he goes up the mountains of Dragonspine so he could continue on with his research. Normally, he wouldn't let anyone touch any of his materials or enter his laboratory easily but you're not just anyone. He even lets you help him with what he's doing— if it's safe enough for you— even if you have no prior knowledge or experience.

"And should you ever leave me, I don't know what I will do."

He fears that he'll have to learn everything by himself. He would have to learn the things that he has already gotten used to before but was then replaced or changed because of your existence and arrival in his life. He's anxious at the thought that he will wake up without you by his side and the warmth beside him is no longer.

He's afraid that he's already too used to you being around and that being alone will soon feel suffocating even if it's something normal for him for a long time already. He fears that he might seek out for your touch which no longer exists and he can no longer feel.

One day, you, too, will disappear. The time will come wherein you'll never know what his name would sound like at the tip of your tongue nor will you ever remember the way you held his hands but everything will remain with him. He knows that but now, right now, he'll just indulge himself in this fleeting moment with you even if it will crumble him to dust sooner or later.

Time willl past and his memories might fade but paintings of you that he has created will continue to exist. You will live on even after you have passed, just in forms of words and paintings that he never had courage to show you.

— navigation | masterlist

[isimpxiaoooooo]

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

As you were struggling on how to paint the illustration for the books Xingqiu write. Albedo insisted that he could help you out a bit. Finally, you said yes but, you wanted to impress Albedo with your panting skills tho.. His eyes were glittering like diamonds. You realized—you fell in love with this guy named Albedo~ “And now, you carefully paint this part—Y/n?.. are you listening?..”

You were zoning out and fell deeply in love with Albedo’s eyes when he tries to get your attention..

“Y/n is there something wrong?”

“I—no there’s nothing wrong!! Umm.. can you explained again?…”

He gives a gentle smile after you responded, and you went crazy because he actually cares about you and worries that there is something wrong..

“It seems like you’re having something on your mind. Is it a crush?”

“Uh-! How did you know?!(Flustered)”

“Ehehe~ I like you too Y/n~”

You were surprised that someone as handsome as Albedo would even have they guts to tell you that he does likes you too!! Damn—your face then became red as tomato.. As you painted basically Albedo was breathing on you and trying to give tips on how to paint correctly and how to improve your art skills.. You couldn’t focused because he was next to you..

“That’s correct! Y/n you’re really good at painting!~”

[areislol]

heyy!!! hope ur days going well, here's an idea for reverse isekai!! maybe an artist reader who draws as a hobby, and the boys find her sketchbook and find sketches of them?? How would they react?? Albedo and reader share paint or make a piece together??

Maybe heizou finds the sketchbook and shows everyone, and they compliment reader, then albedo and reader talk abt art and paint together??

yes.

albedo, tighnari and you would def start sketching together while giving each other tips, since you are from a more.. modern-ish world than them and have contrasting art skills you would help them out and they would give you some of their tips as well!! such a cute sight to see.

i hope you have a lovely day <3

[jekyll-doodles]

About - DNI - FAQ

26 | they/she/he | asexual/agender

🚫DNI🚫

racist, ableist, sexist, altright/nazi

porn, kink, ddlg, nomap/map/pedo, “pro-shipper” (shipping pedophilia, incest, selfcest, etc. Oc/canon and self/canon is fine in general, but unfortunately some people use the same label to get away some gross content.)

lgbt+ phobic (transphobic, homophobic, exclusionist, etc.), terf, swerf, trumed, truscum

📚FAQ📚

Do you draw nsfw? I don't draw explicit sexual content. I do draw horror, and I tag warnings the best I can. If I need to add a tag, let me know 👍

What is your persona? My persona is a creaturetype i made up in highschool, called a sprite. Not to be confused with a fairy sprite or a ghost. Posts involving it are usually tagged with sprite shenanigans or sprite game. 

Can I commission you? Yes! Here’s my commission info, or my Kofi if you’d just like to leave a tip.

Can i suggest a drawing? Unless I reblogged a prompt for suggestions, no. 

Can I use your art as an icon? You may, as long as you give proper, visible credit.

Can I repost your art to [site]?  No. 

Can I draw/write fanfic of your characters (original or interpretation of fandom characters)? Some guidelines on that (batim related but applies here too), but generally speaking Yes. You can either tag me, submit it to me, and or dm it to me.

What art program do you use? I use paint tool sai. 

How many layers do you use when drawing? Anywhere from 2 to maybe 20. It usually depends on either the style I'm using or the final rendering. 4 or 6 is the usual typically. Background, sketch, line art, color, dark value, light value.

How do you draw so good? I've just been drawing since I was like 11. Drawing, like any skill, improves with practice, study, and confidence.

Do you write [original stories or fanfic]? Yes, but I don’t post that that often. Writing is not my forte. 

How do you draw [x]? 

How I draw batim (generally)

How I draw (EV and Dee’s) curly hair 

Simple how to pose

How to add pearl rainbow sheen 

How I drew the background in "You’re safe now, it’s ok.”

What brushes i use/ how i draw scp 035’s drip

How did you find your artstyle/and or artstyles?

Fandom FAQ

SCP:

Is your White Lord a woman? The masked lords don’t do gender, outside of the titles. Lord Albedo (human) was afab.

What is your Wakey Wakey AU? summary post with links here.

STEX: why did you draw 75 fan ocs and 35 electras? These 4 reasons

[batalbedodesignposts]

What is a brutalist interior design?

The brutalist interior design emerged after World War II when many could only afford low-cost and unrefined materials for the architecture of their homes and was also depicted as showing strength.

Common characteristics of brutalist interior designs:

Brutalist interior design mainly uses large statement pieces rather than small decorative objects, mostly rough or textured surface materials, raw or unrefined materials, and simple silhouettes with geometric shapes and repetitive patterns. It mostly emphasizes exposed building materials and structural supports, thus giving a strong industrial-like aesthetics.

Colours in these kinds of interior designs are mostly ranging neutral colours such as grey and white can be coupled with bold colours as accents for the neutral colours.

Incorporating brutalist interior design into homes

Not all homes come with unpainted concrete walls or exposed brick walls, so here are some tips that you can take note of if you wish to add this interior design to your home.

Showing concrete

Well, not all homes would have exposed concrete walls as I said above, but we can create a faux concrete wall that represents a real concrete wall even if it is not. It can be done DIY by just painting your empty wall to look like a concrete wall. There are lots of resources online to show how to create your own faux concrete walls so check those out on how to do so.

Integrating metals and glass

Just like having exposed concrete is a characteristic of brutalist interior design, having glass and metals are also part of the design. You can incorporate metal items into your home that is aged and oxidized thus giving the traditional brutalist feel. You can choose to have versatile chrome metals if you are looking for a contemporary approach.

Choose geometric shapes and sturdy silhouettes for décor

The brutalist interior design also consists of furniture prices that are bulky in design with clean geometric designs, so choose furniture that meets that criterion.

More use of items with raw and textured surfaces

having a raw or unrefined surface is also characteristic of the interior design, so integrate items that are the criterion if you cannot or do not have unpainted concrete walls in your home. Having unpolished wooden furniture, burned finishes, and items with a textured surface are some things you can add to your home.

Have a minimalist approach

For this interior design approach, the concrete walls and unpolished furniture will already give you brutalist interior design aesthetics, so it is best to keep the whole interior simple and not have too many items on your shelves or walls.

If you are interested in incorporating this design into your home, visit Albedo Designs an expert interior designer who offers brutalist interior design solutions and a wide variety of other interior design styles you can choose from. Contact them now and get to work with them to design the best brutalist interior design that suits your personality and needs.

[torgawl]

fanon kaeya is a fever dream. it's not even kaeya, it'a completely new and made-up character. how is it possible to miss the entirety of his lore??? do you guys read with your arses????

[t4rt4gl14]

can i request somno with kazuha and ayato? THANKS ANW

#.f-feels…good ! ♫♩♫

!! featuring : kazuha. ayato. zhongli. childe. kaeya. diluc. albedo.

⌯ ␣ ⇢ BONUS ! xiao. thoma. gorou.

?! warnings : mndi. dark content ahead + somnophilia + spanking + fingering + overstimulation + edging + dacryphilia + hickeys + hair tugging ( receiving ) + cock can be read as strap + cum flation + breeding (?) + toys + tentacles ( giving ) + tail tugging ( giving )

⌇⌯ WORD COUNT :: 1.2K 💀

KAZUHA.

♫♩ — you admire kazuha in all his beauty, his chest slowly heaving up and down, but it wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t tease him no?, your soft palm finding their way under his shirt whilst gently toying with his nipples, all while you pepper light kisses all over his adorable face. one palm sliding down his silky skin, underneath his trousers, taking his cock out whilst nudging your thumb at the tip before stroking his entire shaft

➣ he was so cute, small whines escaping his lips whilst he bucks his hips up ever so slightly, his head turning from side to side whilst his abdomen tightens and his cock twitches to the stimulation. you could tell he was getting closer with the way his thighs instinctively close and how they rub together and how his back arches out, so he could hope for you to tease his nipples again, but you’re too late as he paints your hand a milky white and mewls into the crisp night air.

AYATO.

♫♩ — you gaze at ayato whilst you slowly grind your hips on top of his, his rising bulge causing more friction to your hole, making you even hotter and needier, you contract around nothing..with just thought of his cock filling you up, you continue swaying your hips until you could feel your orgasm nearing to which then you stop, before pulling his cock and aligning it with your hole, slowly sliding the tip in before shoving the entire length in, you both moan out at the sensation, ayatos groggy state not allowing him to properly focus but he wakes up as you start riding him.

➣ it’s only a matter of time before ayatos pulls your body on top of his and starts thrusting into you, as though he were in heat, promising to fill you up since you’ve been so naughty, constantly prodding into your sweet spot, oh how the tables have turned~ and ayato doesn’t plan on stopping till his cum leaks out of you.

ZHONGLI.

♫♩ — it was time for zhongli to get ready for work but you weren’t sure how to wake him up but then you decided to play a fun little game…you admire his thighs whilst pulling his trousers to his knees whilst giving the tip small kitten licks, all the whilst stroking the base of his cock before licking up the underside. bobbing your head up and down whilst even gagging on his dick sometimes, pushing his length to the back of your throat. he slowly wakes up before grabbing your hair and forcing you to take the rest of his length in, groaning whilst he lazily face fucks you.

➣ he could feel the hot knot close to snapping when your throat tightened around his sticky tip and with a final push, he spills all his cum deep down your throat, slowly riding out his orgasm before loosening the right grip on your hair.

CHILDE.

♫♩ — after a long day of work, the poor harbinger was exhausted, mercilessly hunting people down all day really drained his energy out, that’s why he fell right asleep without even realising how horny you were. fun fact did you know childes nipples were sensitive…in fact so sensitive he could cum from them?? all you had to do was lift his shirt just below his chin and he was completely vulnerable, you started by gently twisting them and altered between flicking them and pinching his cute buds before leaning down to harshly suck on them.

➣ his hands reaching to your shoulders to slightly push you away— the stimulation stacking on as he felt his orgasm nearing, you could hear slight moans and whines before his hips buck up and he stains his underwear, cumming untouched.

KAEYA.

♫♩ — seeing as how kaeya almost constantly teases, you decided to get your revenge. waiting until he’s happily dozed off to sleep before placing yourself between his thighs, wasting no time, slowly palming his crotch before stroking him, until your mouth engulfs it all and your tongue swirls against the tip, you’ve been at it for a while and kaeyas close to cumming however your pace slows down…and he whines, his orgasm slowly escaping him. he tries to fuck up into your mouth but your arms hold his hips down firmly.

➣ at this point hes fully awake and almost has tears in his eyes, so cruel!! when were you going to let him cum?? he claws at the sheets before throwing his head back, knowing he won’t be getting his release any time soon.

DILUC.

♫♩ — tbh diluc didn’t see this coming at all, he thought you would’ve fallen asleep like any normal person 💀 but you’re built diff, it’s not your fault i don’t blame you, it’s almost impossible to resist diluc when his pretty red hair is all sprawled out, and his shirt has a loose buttons revealing his abs and v-line. you kiss his toned body before licking up at his cock but you didn’t want diluc to cum just yet, you grab a fleshlight and lube it up, and suddenly plunge his cock inside the toy, he immediately shoots up and moans out whilst you jerk him off with the toy.

➣ hes telling you to stop but with the way his face contorts and his hips buck up i don’t think he really wants you to stop, he swore he celestia…his orgasm was so intense, his back arched whilst grips his pillow.

ALBEDO.

♫♩ — aahhh! albedo is so cute! he’s an extremely light sleeper, in fact there are some days where he doesn’t sleep at all! but when he’s depleted all his energy, he cuddles up to you at night, enjoying your warmth, you noticed and couldn’t help but slide your thigh between his legs, moving back and forth, until eventually albedo moved his hips to his own accord, seeking his orgasm…he can’t remember the last time he’s even felt this good. his breathing turns heavy whilst his abdomen starts to tighten, the familiar feeling of cumming washing over him.

➣ glossy blue orbs finally open as he clutches your shirt, moaning into your neck as you apply more force onto his crotch…and just like a little slut, he cums in his pants.

♬♫♩ — BONUS —♩♫♬

♡♥︎…XIAO does not sleep but the rare moment he does you can’t help but play with his cute body, the slimy, slick tentacles not allowing him to fall to his slumber, the belly bulge that forms with each thrust of the tentacles, another few forcing his legs open and another swallowing his cock. just from the shit-eating grin on your face. he knew he’d be fucked dumb till morning.

♡♥︎…it’s adorable seeing THOMA whine in his sleep, his pretty emerald eyes sealed tight whilst you nudge the vibrator against the sticky tip of his dick, enjoying how he reacts so well, the pre cum oozing out so much it might as well be counted as lube…eventually when thoma cums, you find yourself addicted and make him cum again. and again. and again…until you feel like he’s had enough.

♡♥︎…lawd have mercy, whenever GOROU falls asleep, you fail at resisting the urge to make him cum several times, flipping him over on his tummy whilst leaning over him, your knees on each side of his hip, you lean down to nibble on the tip of his ears, one hand gently scratching the back of it and the other tugging on his tail, it brings a slight pain but god it makes him orgasm in seconds and before you know it, his eyes roll back and he’s moaning into the sheets.

[anantaru]

𝗖𝗨𝗠 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬 !

˖˚˳⊹ cum play feat. heizou : albedo : kazuha : kaeya : xiao : eula x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : messy : lots of cum

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢

albedo couldn‘t deny the fact that he absolutely adored cumming all over your chest to coat your breasts. Your nipples perking up lightly at the warm feeling of his warm seed over them. His cock— that was now gradually softening, still in his hands when he pumps himself a bit more. His cum would pool down on your body, connecting the both of you before he proceeds to smear it all over you a bit more.

he can truly get lost in the feeling of this, it‘s just so downright pornographically in a way, almost perverted too! Albedo isn‘t sure if he should be ashamed of what he‘s doing right now, yet he‘s calming himself down once you reassure him that you‘re totally okay with it. He‘s going down to meet your puffy lips now, —which were still bright red from all the kissing previously—. "You‘re beautiful." this little sentence went straight to your heart, it was almost a whisper if anything, barely hearable. You were twisting underneath, looping your arms around his neck to make out and connect the both of you further. Albedo groaned out when he felt his seed pulling you together. Panting, when he pulled away and realising that he got hard once again —from merely kissing you in that damned state—.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou‘s gaze was full of want and desire, seeing you try your hardest to suck him off right now. You‘re cute like this, mouth full of his cock while he‘s laying on the bed, comfortable bedsheets underneath calming him down even more. His hands are flying to your head to massage your scalp. His cheeks flushed as heizou is biting back yet another moan when you hollowed your cheeks particularly hard. He knew he was close now, could feel the knot that formed deep inside his gut threatening to break.

"I‘m close." he‘s whining through gritted teeth, "so fucking close." the way he was moaning out those sentences made you clench down your thighs, getting desperately needy yourself. It didn‘t take him long to pull out hectically and motion you to lay down so he‘d hover over you. His fist pumping his hard cock in front of your pussy now, —that was eagerly waiting to feel his warm seed pool out—. Heizou‘s eyes slam shut, voice drowned in hazy groans when he finally came all over your pussy, decorating your folds with thick spurts of white.

his chest was heaving harshly, slowly opening his eyes to look down on the mess he just made. You‘re squirming at the feeling of his cum on you, a small line still connecting you to the tip. Heizou was grinning at you with that big pseudo smile of his before swiping his cock over your glistering folds to collect both your juices and his cum on his girth. He‘s so lost in it, pulling down to poke on your hole again, —that was fluttering around nothing—. Knowing heizou, it‘s safe to say he wants to go another round, said assumption turning true when his cock began to harden again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

"i‘m close." kazuha‘s groaning through gritted teeth when he increased the pace even further. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist while he was pounding you silly into the mattress. You bit down your lower lip as you felt the climax deep in your gut approach you, smiling as he finally released into your tight cunt in thick white spurts.

kazuha‘s face was painted in afterglow, eyes scrunched shut and mouth agape while he stilled his movements, cock still sheathed in you. You faced him with those smiling eyes of yours, cupping his cheeks to give kazuha small pecks of reassurance and love. He pulled his cock out of your hole now, cum seeping down your cunt and staining the sheets underneath the both of you.

for a second he just admired the beauty in front of him before dragging a finger in between your glistering folds, smearing the cum around your cunt and coating himself in both your juices and his seed. Slowly, he advanced his pointer and middle finger towards your lips to pry them open, making you taste not only him but yourself. He‘s groaning lowly now, dark and grutteral, when he feels you circle your tongue around his digits, never losing eye contact.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

for kaeya it was like a game in a way, making eye contact with you and holding it while he‘s dragging his finger across your chest which was painted with his cum so fucking sinfully. His cock still twitching and hardened even after releasing all over you and emptying his balls to the brim. Your chest rising and falling when he was grinning at your obviously fucked out state.

"you look so beautiful like this." kaeya truly can‘t keep his eyes off you, he let go off something that can only be described as a deep groan, his fantasies running wild right now. His eyes half lidded and mouth agape, pulling you closer so he‘s sheathed in between your thighs again, cock hard and ready to go for yet another round. You’re making grabby hands so he would come down to kiss you, in which he obliged of course, advancing down to give you soft small pecks. "You‘re so sexy." looking in between your bodies to see the sticky substance on you, uneven breathing while lining himself up with your hole, slowly snapping forward to fill you up to the brim once again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

you were looking so sinful like this, kneeling in front of xiao and sucking him off so fucking nicely. He‘s whincing at the feeling of your tongue circling around his girth and making sure to coat everything with your spit. You‘re looking up at xiao through half lidded eyes, full of his cock while hollowing your cheeks to pull back, only leaving his tip in. He was so close, —you figured—, by the way he was holding onto your scalp now.

his hands digging into the soft strands of your hair to hold you close. You‘re bobbing your head up and down faster now, his tip remotely hitting against your throat before xiao let out a gutteral groan, pulling out of your warm mouth. He‘s fisting his cock in front of your face now while you were pushing your tongue out to make sure you‘re able to taste it on your wet muscle.

Nothing leaves xiao‘s mouth, only soft whimpers and deep whines when he finally released himself all over your face, biting back on his lower lip and throwing his head back in ecstasy. The warm feeling of his seed painted on your face was to die for, sinfully looking, almost perverted in a way. For a moment he stilled his movements before smearing his cum over your left cheek. You‘re closing your eyes, relishing on the feeling of him before he‘s sheathing his softened cock back in your mouth to make you taste him even more.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗘𝗨𝗟𝗔

eula absolutely adores squirting all over you whenever she‘s riding your face. She would pull away once releasing over you, moving to your face to kiss you ever so passionately while also praising you in a chorus of small chants. Her juices coating you when she pries out her tongue to taste it on her wet muscle.

eula‘s truly lost at your sweet n bitter taste, smiling once she sees you totally embarrassed underneath her figure. "You‘re so good to me." she‘s saying that with a soft smile painted on her features. Your fingers fly to her hair to play with the soft strands while also kissing her once again. It‘ll always end in the both of you relishing in the complete mess you made. Eula will always hump your thigh again, way too riled up to stop now. You‘re whining at the feeling, retracting your hips a bit so you‘d be approached by pleasure yourself. "Lets go again." you‘re telling her without a single doubt in your needy eyes, pulling her close for a passionate kiss with her tongue poking at your lips for entrance.

5.5k event special

do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTARU 2022

[z3nitsusgf]

albedo adores the little stamp so much he pulls out and cums right on it inside of inside like he normally does

tattoo artist albedo brainrot s’ all ur fault cloud

cw: trampstamp, tattoos, back shots, one smack, gn reader with vagina,

albedo groans, hands pushing your back into a sinful pretty arch, thumbs digging into the curved divots of your spine. “fuck— gonna fuckin’ cum,” his cock plunges into your wet sloppy cunt, each thrust makes a slick squelch from the slick that’s painted across your folds and inner thighs.

his cock makes you rut forward, face buried in the sheets of his bed as he pounds into you from behind. “b-bedo, ha— shit,” you whine, legs trembling as you drool on the sheets. albedo just grins, teal eyes glazed over as he watches the ink on your lower back move with each thrust, the shiny sheen of sweat that’s coated your skin and made you shimmery.

and he thumbs over it, presses down and shudders when he feels how you clamp down on his cock and gush when he traces the tattoo.

“pretty, m’not g-gonna last if you keep doin that,” he groans, velvety walls pulling along his cock as he grinds his hips into your ass. you wail, hands gripping the pillow above you and he feels you shiver and gush under him, mewling out with shaky legs and an arched back.

albedo curses, low and steady in his throat and pulls out of your pulsing heat. he wraps a hand around his sticky cock, hissing at the dribble of pearly cum beading at the tip. he pumps his cock over the swell of your ass, “oh f-fuck, m’gonna paint you pretty,”

he huffs, eyes rolling back as he fists his cock with wet pumps, spilling over your arched back. albedo moans, watching the milky shine pool on the thick black ink. he milks the last bit out of his cock, pushing the puffy head to spread his sticky cum over your tattooed skin.

panting with ragged breaths, albedo chuckles and cracks a ringed hand down on the globe of your ass, enjoying the yelp you give, “damn, i did a good job.”

[sakuimpact]

genshin boys: how they express love pt. 1

characters: bennett, albedo, diluc, razor, venti, and kaeya. 

genre: fluff > . <

notes: romantic and/or platonic hcs + scenarios. interpret as you wish! i'll be writing actual one-shots for each of these scenarios when i have the time,,please enjoy !! 

© sakuimpact 2022 

. . .

BENNETT:

bennett is honestly so sweet! i think he would express his love/care for the special people in his life with simple gestures. bennett smiles so much, it’s almost strange not to see the expression on his face. but when he smiles for you, it’s extra special. you don’t let his bad luck scare you away, but you don’t try to shield him from things either b/c you trust that he can handle himself. you approach bennett as an equal (again, not trying to prevent him from going on adventure) and with honesty. you let him know that he doesn’t always need to put up a brave front & force himself to look on the positive side of things.

while you’re walking around mondstadt, bennett might hold your hand too. at first he seemed hesitant, asking if it was okay to do so with his eyes/expression. you didn’t understand at first, asking what was wrong and why he had suddenly gone silent, etc. then he shyly asks aloud ‘is it alright if i hold your hand?’, and you laugh a little in surprise. you nod, and he tentatively took hold of your fingertips at first…before taking a deep breath and actually holding your hand. early morning strolls are the best! 

ALBEDO:

albedo would probably express his feelings through art or writing. he seems quiet and distant on the outside, but he’s actually pretty straightforward abt his feelings. he would express his sentiments in a discreet way, but you would need to pay attention. just because something is subtle, doesn’t mean it’s not there or that it’s not genuine. It’s hard for you to understand albedo’s personality at first, but you can tell that he is an introspective and thoughtful individual. you admire the effort and care he puts into his work.

he also asks you to model for him from time-to-time, citing it as a ‘need for inspiration’. you agree to it, taking a seat in his lab and looking in his direction. albedo seems content painting your portrait and keeps finding excuses to drag out the session so that he can see your face/be with you longer. he hides a small smile behind his easel. did i mention that his voice is very soothing?! lol

DILUC:

diluc is a man of few words, so you treasure the times when he expresses his thoughts and feelings. he doesn’t like to sugarcoat things or say more than necessary. to others, he appears stoic and high strung. you appreciate how much he regards his duties and the fact that he doesn’t try to change himself to fit other people’s standards or explain why he is the way he is. it encourages you to be more bold and take steps toward living authentically.

when confronted by a group of enemies, diluc knows that you are quite capable of holding your own in a fight. he never jumps in front of you, unless you ask for assistance.

on a field close to the winery, diluc occasionally offers tips on combat and battle prowess. the first time you sparred together, diluc abruptly stopped the match. he provided a more efficient way to grip your weapon of choice, carefully resting his hands atop yours to help you grip the hilt. ‘if you hold your sword this way, you won’t tire as easily. trust me.’

RAZOR:

razor values loyalty and sticking with the people he cares about. he does his best to help you out with errands or chores, like shopping for food or watering your houseplants. his demeanor is really soothing and he always tries to give you time to yourself/your own space. 

you like eating meals with him or quietly looking at the different shapes of the moon. you and razor are content and don’t need to say much to affirm how you feel about each other.

VENTI:

venti comes and goes as he pleases, and his carefree behavior irritates you at first. he enjoys spending time with you and expressing his feelings through song/tunes he strums on the lyre (the songs are either extremely romantic or just downright rude and written in the style of an insulting parody designed to tick you off xD).

he likes whispering cheesy verses from love songs in your ear and then running off in the opposite direction while you’re out on dates. oh, oh! and venti likes braiding your hair, maybe the loose strands in the front…or splitting your hair into twintails. people are always asking ‘where did you get your hair done? the braids are so cute!’ venti ends up basking in the praise. ^^)

KAEYA:

kaeya is quite charming and very good with his words–though he is a bit hard to read because of how much he plays off his other emotions. he would probably use terms of endearment or other pet names to refer to you. kaeya would make it a point to spoil you with random gifts you don’t need, but still accept or with other displays of affection. he wants you to be comfortable and well taken care of!

if others who are interested in kaeya state that you are ‘lucky’ to have him (with more than a little hint of jealousy lol), he appears seemingly out of nowhere.

placing an arm around your shoulder, he says ‘actually, i’m the lucky one.’ this earns a gentle smile from you.

[witch-hazels-musings]

a place for the weary 

Convincing the boys to take a break and rest their head on your lap, because they all work so hard and need a comfortable place to just ... be  - plus … some of them just need love and affection (please) 

Includes: Albedo, Diluc, Scaramouche, Kaeya 

Warning -> SFW

Character X GN reader 

Albedo 

He’s busy, always busy - whether he’s working on some research in the labs or out in the field, he’s hardly ever taking a moment to stop. What he finds most relaxing is drawing, painting the scenery in front of him until he gets it all perfect, and while you love to watch how his face twists, his eyes scrunch together as he examines the lines on the page, you also wish he would take a moment to do nothing 

If you suggest the activity to him, he may wonder what could be the purpose of it; he might ask you a lot of questions as he leans down to rest his head on your lap 

“Albedo,” you call out to him as you watch him shuffle through the crates examining the bottles and other items sprawled in the container. He tilts his head to look at you, his fingers wrapped around the neck of a glass contained filled with some sort of liquid. “You’ve been working for so long, come take a rest.” You pat your leg and invite him to join you on the soft blanket you’d laid out some time ago. 

“I’m trying to make sure we have …” 

“I know,” you chuckle, “and it’ll be there for you after you take a quick break.” 

He straightened himself out, his torso stretching and overcorrecting slightly as he elongated out his muscles. The bottle slipped further into his palm as he moved his hand up and down, bouncing it slightly as he contemplated your suggestion. You knew it wasn’t like him to take breaks like this, still, you hoped he would at least this time.

“If it makes you feel more productive, bring your notebook so you can draw.” That seemed much more enticing, you smiled to yourself as you watched him retrieve his journal before falling in place at your side. 

You were always persistent in getting him to take a moment, a small second to stop moving or relax his eyes which only seemed to be tired when he rested against you 

After the first few times, he had tried a couple of different iterations until he found the best position to be the one he was participating in right now. Legs bent so he could prop his drawing notebook or journal onto them; his legs acting as a makeshift easel so he could sketch or paint what was in the background 

He may be inclined to share his thoughts with you, perhaps dominating the conversation as he ponders on rhetorical questions and thoughts that fill his mind, but you don’t care because your hands are busy in his hair anyway 

After finding a comfortable place for his head, the back of his hair pushed itself up as he slid along the edge of your thigh. You shifted so he could have enough space and while he began to work, you could continue reading through your book. These moments you cherished, these simple, peaceful moments that allowed you to be close to him while giving him all the freedom he’d ever shown you. 

Every once in a while you glanced down to his notebook and became transfixed by the way his pencil moved across the page. How each line transitioned from nonsense into a masterful capture of the world stretched out in front of him. It was incredible how his eyes were able to see so much and his hands moved to copy it all down. He didn’t seem to mind the corners of the page fluttering in the wind or how leaves would fall haphazardly around him, resting quietly on his chest or in his hair. 

Your hands instinctively went to retrieve them, your thumb sliding across the bumpy surface and fingers pushing against his soft blonde hair. Letting the leaf meander on its way to the ground, you returned your fingers to his head. The tips ran over his forehead, trailing until they came to rest on his outer ear and carefully you tucked some strands of his hair behind it. You heard him sigh and noticed the quick movements of the pen slow to a near stop, a sign for you to continue. 

Carefully, you returned your bookmark to the page before resting it onto the blanket. Your hands found their way back to his hair and they began to work their way to his scalp. Your nails sliding along, underneath, below, and over each strand as if you were inspecting it all. The soft texture of it, and the reaction of its owner, made the experience all the better. 

After a while, Albedo seemed to pull himself away from the trance you had put him under. A line here, a curve there, his pencil began to move again and the once empty spaces of the paper grew into a beautiful work of art. You too returned to the book you were reading but left one hand against his hair, your fingers moving every once in a while. 

The two of you shared in a moment, uninterrupted, and through the connection, the both of you felt more energized than before. 

Diluc

Relax? What is relax -> Diluc doesn’t know how, when, or what he would even do to relax so getting him to take a break, to have a moment would be a battle to say the least

You’re much more likely to find success if he’s tired, like super tired, tired to the point you see him shaking his head or rubbing his eyes with his fingers - here he is less likely to deny you - here you have more push in your persuasion 

You walked into the study knowing full well what you would find when you pushed open the door. There he was, just as you had imagined him, with his head peering down at documents, his fist balled and pressing against his forehead, his other hand gripping a pen and moving across the papers. 

The light from the midday sun slipped through the window and surrounded him in a beautiful glow; an ethereal being with hair the color of juiciest apples and skin paler than the cups of china stocked in the kitchen below. If Diluc would allow it, you’d have stolen several photos of him while he worked, but he wasn’t fond of pictures. 

You walked up to the desk and noticed that he had barely eaten the lunch the maids had prepared for him, a few bites taken but nothing substantial. He continued his work even as you approached the front desk, moments like these reminded you how much he trusted you. To allow someone to invade his space like this was an unbelievable sign of faith from the ever distrustful Diluc Ragnvindr. 

“Diluc, are you finished with this?” You asked, resting your hand on the edge of the desk and the other grazing the edge of the plate. 

“Mm?” He looked up at you, his eyes fuzzy and tired, you glanced with your eyes toward the plate and he followed their gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m finished.” You gave him a weak smile as your fingers closed around the cold ceramic. His head dropped back to the paperwork and you shook your own. Moving to place the plate on the tray next to the entrance of the study, you quickly returned to him but this time moving to his side. 

“How’s it coming?” You asked him, your hand drifting toward his shoulder and you grinned as his torso shifted to press deeper into your touch. 

“More and more orders are coming in. Seasonal changes always bring business, but it’s difficult to keep the orders together.” 

“Hmm, well I know you’ll get it done, you always figure it out.” You slid your hand along his back and noticed how he stopped the movements of his pen. “Why don’t you take a break?” 

“I’m far too busy for that.” He voiced, pulling himself back and away from you.

You reached for his hand, your fingers sliding over his bare skin. He disliked wearing gloves while he worked like this. “Indulge me?” 

You’ve instructed him to remove his jacket, the heavy fabric would distract from the relaxation you explained would come - he’s a bit hesitant about it, but you’ve asked so nicely how can he possibly say no to you 

He will lay on his back and look away from you in an effort to hide his embarrassment or weakness - as the master of the winery, the owner of this business, the pride of so many resting on his shoulders he always told himself that he has to hold it all together, until the day he realized you were the only thing holding him together

He melts, purely and simply, the ever stoic Diluc finds peace with you 

His head provides a nice pressure on your legs, his shoulders press against your thigh as you help him get comfortable here. He’s so tall that his feet fall off the daybed, but he doesn’t say anything or really move after. One of his arms rests at his sides while the other lay across his stomach, and you can’t help but smile at the tense way his fingers wrap themselves into a comforting fist. 

“I won’t hold you here for long, just try and relax.” You express knowing full well he will have a hard time doing just that. You’ve made sure his hair isn’t tucked underneath him and you admire the way it contrasts with your dark pants. With deft fingers, you undo the ribbon that keeps his hair in place, and as soon as it’s released you begin to fan the strands over your legs. 

Carefully, you run your hands over his hair, pressing lightly as you start at the crown of his head and work your way over the red pool on your lap. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed his fist beginning to relax, the way his long fingers extended across his stomach told you that he was finally committing to your request. From there, you decided to work your way through his hair, your fingers sifting and moving through the mess of wildfire on top of his head. 

Each time you moved to a new, untouched spot he relaxed more. His legs bending slightly, his hands opening up, his expression softening and soon, he began to turn toward you. His head moved, forehead now pressed against your hip, his body shifted just slightly to be closer to you. 

You began to softly hum, the sound of your voice adding to the calming atmosphere of the quiet study and, in a matter of minutes, you could see the steady rise and fall of Diluc’s chest, the inhale and exhale of air as it slipped past his lips and the irregular twitch of his fingers as he slipped off to sleep. 

A maid entered the room shortly after and when she saw the two of you in the back of the study and noticed the smile slightly hidden under your index finger as you indicated to her of the sleeping man on your lap, she bowed and exited the room. 

Scara

Grumpy - the embodiment of grumpy and absolute worst at taking any suggestion, ever. So when you bring this idea up to him, he’s super against it. He doesn’t want to appear, look, seem soft in any way - ‘what is this silly little thing you are asking me to do?’

He’d push the idea away every time you bring it up -- that is until the day your legs look so tantalizing they are practically calling his name. Perhaps it's the way your hands rest in your lap as they hold onto a book, or the light as it hits your legs, or just the sound of your voice as you offer him a place to rest again and again - he finally succumbs 

You’ve been sitting in Scara’s living room for some time now. You learned early on to let him do his own thing and not get in his way, he had made that very clear. Still, you were happy he let you invade his space, that he let you be someone that he tolerated more than most. It definitely ignited your pride to have someone of his stature interested in you. 

Though, the only issue with him was the fact that he was always on the move. He never seemed to be stationary for long, and often would be gone for days or weeks at a time, sometimes with a warning. So, you learned to keep yourself busy and take in every moment you could with him. 

He had been in and out most of the day so you found yourself preoccupied with your things. Reading, working, relaxing, whatever followed the requirements of the day; you just went with the flow. Today held those sentiments very strongly as you got comfortable on the couch, one leg resting underneath you and the other bouncing on the ball of your foot. You had been engrossed in your book for so long, the characters' adventures gripping you and pulling you through every hill and valley they traveled. You were so absorbed in the words that you didn’t notice Scara calling your name, or how he stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. 

Fingers entered your vision and a loud snap sound directly in front of you. You looked up startled and when you saw his face you finally welcomed him. 

“Hey, I didn’t notice you were home.” You show him a kind smile and receive nothing in return. 

“I was calling you.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“What have you been doing all day? Lazing about what it looks like.” He crossed his arms and looked around the room before returning his attention to you. 

“I’m taking a break, you’re welcome to join me.” You added, patting your lap. 

“I’ve already told you I would never do something so childish.” 

You chuckle, slipping your fingers in between the pages of your book. “I know, figured I’d give it another shot. Are you heading back out?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied; conversations were often like this with him, short and to the point and almost always without any real answer. So you returned your attention to your book, the pages calling your name as your eyes scanned down the page before landing back on the sentence from which you had been pulled from. 

You were drawn back into the scene only to be ripped out of it once again. The book in your hand was pushed to the side, your elbow knocking into the arm of the chair and your head snapping to the source of the disturbance. Scara’s face suddenly came into view as his head rested against your lap, his eyes staring at the ceiling and cheeks speckled with the color silk flowers.

He has this response to things that can throw others off so quickly. He’s violent and angry, but he shows these small signs of humanity in his actions, simple, small things every once in a while it reminds you of a small child who isn’t sure what he really wants 

The more he participates in this activity, the more likely he will invade your lap whenever the urge comes over him. He’ll push whatever is in your lap away, if he’s feeling really nice he’ll pick it up and place it elsewhere, otherwise you learn to never hold anything breakable here - he won’t look at you either, his eyes will look away, always, and he expects you to know what he wants, don’t make him beg for anything 

You never once expected him to follow through with your request, not in a million years. So when he settles against your legs, his face right next to your stomach and eyes looking upward at you, you're unsure how to respond. 

“Well, I’m here.” He says, crossing his arms and legs as he waits expectantly for your attention. You’re so taken-aback that you can’t help but burst into laughter. Covering your face with your hand, the sound of your voice spills into the room and makes the harbinger shift against you. “I knew this was stupid …” He huffs and you have to use so much more strength than you anticipated to pull him back. 

“I’m sorry. I just … I never expected … please, don’t go.” You look at him with hopeful eyes and with a sigh he returns his head to your legs. While one of your hands rests against the top of his head, the other works to save your place in your book before resting it on the end table. You don’t even notice that your fingers have started to play with the short locks of his hair until you look back at his face and see his eyes closed. 

You stall, but only long enough for him to slightly open his eyes and look at you, his expression of ‘did I tell you to stop’ speaking volumes. So, you start to work your fingers through his hair, the dark purple strands slip easily through your fingers as you shift them around. Spreading your hands out and pressing the tips of your fingers against his scalp and, as your bravery grows, you move your fingers toward his jaw and along the edge of his hairline. His short hair gives you a great view of his face, and you wonder if this is the first time you’ve ever really had the opportunity to look at him. He’s incredibly handsome, one reason he was able to capture you so easily, and the longer you played with his hair, the further the corner of his mouth moved into a faint smile. You would do almost anything for that smile. 

A soft chuckle sounds from your throat and the calmness of your actions is gone in an instant. His eyes are open and he’s slipped from your lap, his feet connecting to the floor and the warmth of his body dissipating from your legs. You protest, but he’s already halfway across the room and is clearly trying to keep you from looking at his face. 

Kaeya

He is all about this activity - honestly, he’s all about any type of touch you want to offer him and while he has a lot on his plate, he will take these moments to be with you. He doesn’t care either where or around who, he may be partaking in this delectable experience - his mind is filled with you and, when you hold him, touch him, love him, he can think of nothing else 

You hadn’t seen him all day, which wasn’t uncommon when there were new recruits or the knights were preparing for a subjection out in the wilderness, Kaeya was typically busier during these times. So, when there were days he wouldn’t be able to get away, and you knew he would continue to work until everything was done, you would find your way to him and offer him a short reprieve from the duties of his work. 

He was standing in the hallway consumed in a conversation with one of the knights. His usually peppy demeanor seemed faded, his shoulders drooped a bit further, his gestures more muted as spoke with the other party, and overall, he didn’t seem as energetic as he normally was. 

The closer you got, the more attention you drew, and soon Kaeya turned to look at what was drawing the eyes of his speaking partner. 

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” He perked up when he saw you, the light in his blue eyes flashing, a smile stretching across his face. 

“Hey! I wanted to stop by since I had a moment. Are you free?” You asked him, crossing your hands behind your back and giving the other knight a quick head nod who returned your hello in a similar manner. 

“Of course, I will spare all my time for you.” He closed the distance between the two of you, an arm draping around your shoulder and pulling you close. 

“Captain, we’ve been asked to …” 

“Yes, yes. I’ll get right on it.” He affirmed to the knight before turning all his attention to you and ushering you down the hallway toward his office. 

“Are you sure you are free? If you need me to come ba …” 

“Nonsense, how could I pass up this opportunity. Do not worry your pretty little head.” He laughed, his smile wide and eyes closed. 

“Okay, I won’t keep you long then.” 

“Oh, but I was hoping you’d save me from this boring day.” He laughed and squeezed you closer to his side, even though you could tell he was more tired than usual he was still able to give you so much of his energy.

Kaeya will turn his head toward you, he’ll wrap his hand around your waist because even here he cannot get close enough 

Here, he can breathe you in and be the center of your attention - which is his most favorite thing

What he prefers, what he loves most, is when you touch his face, stroke his cheeks with the back of your fingers or your hands as they slide over him, the way you run your fingers along his brow, his jaw, and across his neck - these actions will give him the chills and it may be the only time you truly see him react in such a way 

When you get settled onto the couch in his office you call him to you. He eagerly takes the space next to you as if it was always meant for him. 

“Lay down, you look exhausted.” You explain, extending your arm around him and waving him to rest in your lap. 

“Hah, are you trying to take advantage of me?” He asks, moving closer to you rather than doing what you asked. 

“If taking advantage of you looks like letting you take a break, then yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing here.” Your laughter fills his ears and he remembers just how much he missed the sound. 

“How can I possibly say no to you?” 

“I know, I’m pretty convincing. Now, come here.” You pull on the sleeve of his arm and he quickly follows your guidance. His head settles onto your thighs, his face as close to your stomach as he can get, and his hands resting against his chest. 

You help him drape his hair over your leg and start working your way through his bangs, sliding your fingers along his forehead. His playful smile slips into a relaxed expression as he takes in the feeling of your touch on his skin. The way you trace your fingers down his cheek, over his nose, across his lips, his jawline, he is beyond happy here. 

“Do you know when you might be able to take a real break?” You ask, running your fingers through the blue strands of his hair, admiring the way it looks as you move them to places they don’t normally rest. 

“It seems there are many days ahead of us. These new recruits are …” He lifted his hands into a shrug before dropping them back onto his chest, “Well, progressing at their own pace we’ll say.” 

“So it’ll be a while.” 

“Perhaps. Don’t fret though, I’ll always make time for you to refill my reserves.” 

“I’ll take on that request.” You look down at him and catch his eyes staring back, he moves his hand to rest against your arm and gives it a tight squeeze before turning his face toward you. His eye closes and even as the conversation dies down, as his breathing becomes slower, and his hand slips down the side of your arm you know he won’t fall asleep. He never falls asleep when you are with him like this, no matter how tired he is he refuses to miss a single moment.