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Omg double request???????? slay??????? Whatabout,,,,,, yan albedo,, kidnapping reader n keeping her in a cage for stress relief,, like he'll occasionally feed her and give her water ofc, but a lot of the time he'll lace it with aphrodesiacs and let her suffer in the cage until she's begging to be fucked- boy makes absolutely sure she humiliates herself- like girl's fighting for her freedom? He'll just make her so desperate she has nowhere to turn to but to him.

-the amazing super awesome best anon ever/jjj

Sorry for taking sooo long with this, I lost motivation and when I got it back I decided to rewrite the whole thing 💀 and I'm finally back from the dead!

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Albedo x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: NSFW, Yandere/Darker Themes, Kidnapping, Fingering, Making out, Aphrodisiacs, Teasing, slight sadist! Albedo, that's all I think!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You hadn't even known him for that long or that closely, yet he felt a constant yearning whenever you weren't around. You were just another adventurer that completed commissions for the guild, so why did he like you so much? This want for you was hindering his research since he couldn't focus when you were on his mind 24/7. Weighing his options he figured it would be pointless trying to persuade you to stay with him forever since you enjoyed your freedom, it was really obvious. So what was plan B?

Why to keep you with him by force of course.

As adventurous as you were, you could also be a little to trusting and oblivious at times. Everything was calculated down to the smallest detail. Eventually he had formulated the perfect plan to make sure you were his. Due to Albedo's precision, it wasn't long before you were in his lab, unconscious.

Upon stripping you of your weapon and vision, Albedo realized that he missed one crucial thing. He didn't plan on what to do with you after kidnapping you. It's not like you were there for any reason other than to satisfy his desire for your company.

Eventually he settled on a cage he happened to have when he wanted to observe live monsters he captured for research. He cleaned and even cushioned it a bit before placing your limp body inside. Once he locked the gate he decided that all was good and he could focus again now that you were under his surveillance 24/7.

It had been months, maybe even years and although the likely answer to how much time had passed was the former, the latter was definitely what it felt like. Although it was unlikely you could have escaped, Albedo decided to cuff your arm to the bars just in case. The bindings were tight and made your wrists sore but there was nothing you could do about it.

It made you furious that all you could do was sit there like a doll on display, only taken out to be tampered with from time to time. But again, you were helpless.

You were snapped out of your sulking as the hinges of your cage creaked open and a plate of steaming food was placed into it. As quickly as it was unlocked, it was shut once more. You stared at the meal with a sour look, as good of a cook he was you didn't trust his food because of numerous.... occasions.

But you were so hungry and you could feel your mouth watering at the smell. So as always, you reluctantly gave into your needs.

Why did it end up like this? You already knew the answer. Aphrodisiacs. In your food. That's what lead you here, completely naked on his lap with your back against his chest, two fingers shoved in your mouth while three more are shoved up your pussy not moving an inch. You desperately try to grind your hips onto them for any sort of friction to help you reach your high but you just can't. You can't even begin when the pads of his gloved hand flatten your tongue against the bottom of your mouth. The most you can do is pathetically whimper in hopes he'll get the hint and he does but would rather see you suffer so you just have to sit there, waiting until he decides what to do to you.

"I assume you want me to move my fingers,hm?" A sharp thrust makes you gasp. "C'mon, tell me darling, what do you want from me." He chuckles cruelly when all that escapes you mouth is muffled whines and incoherent noises. "Ok ok, I'll let you talk." As soon as the fingers leave your mouth you speak,"Please, please let me cum! I-I'll be good, just—" You're cut off by another thrust of his fingers into your tight cunt but this time they continue plunging in and out making you moan in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm building up.

Albedo's free hand traveled down your neck and began fondling your exposed breasts making you arch your back at the added stimulation. In doing so you slightly shifted your positions and you couldn't help but cry out as you felt him hit that sweet spot inside of you. "N-ngh f-feels soooo good 'bedo! Please don't s-stop!" Hearing you say his name always made something stir inside of him, something that told him to go harder. "C-cumming!" With that you gushed all over his fingers, coating them with cum that dripped onto his lap, soaking his clothes but that was the least of his worries. You couldn't see the ways his eyes darkened form the position you were in but when he moved a hand to tilt your chin to face him you were met with that scary smirk that, even through your dazed state, had learned to fear because it always meant nothing good.

"Who gave gave you permission to cum? I don't recall saying you could orgasm, now look at the mess you've made." As if there wasn't already a mess," 'm sorry...I—" you were cut off as his lips met yours. His hand shifted form your chin to hold your face in a way that give him firmer grip. Drool ran down your chin as his tongue entered your mouth, licking everywhere it could reach.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily. Albedo observed your face as you gazed at him through half lidded eyes. Dried tears stained your face as a bright red blush covered it, beads of sweat ran down your face and your eyes we're puffy and swollen. You were certainly a sight for sore eyes, Albedo made sure to make a mental image of it to paint later.

Lifting you up into the desk, be shoved everything on it aside as he laid you on your stomach. Now your lower half was hanging over the edge and you tensed as the cold surface met your hot skin. You gasped as something big and hard pressed up against your pussy's entrance. "You wanted to cum so bad so you did so without my approval, how disobedient of you... but don't worry, now I'll give you all the orgasms you want."

actually, one final thought - yandere diluc who wants a portrait painted of you but needs someone who will be . . . discreet. kaeya, when diluc very very carefully pokes around the idea without giving anything away, recommends albedo.

albedo is as beautiful as his art. and though you are never left alone with him - adelinde watches over you - you cannot help but be charmed by his soft smile and his blunt open-ended words (so different from diluc’s own delusional insistence that he loves you, that he is protecting you, that this is necessary). you cannot help but look forward to seeing him.

(the portrait is almost scandalous - having adelinde there and hearing of albedo’s reputation has made diluc bold. a draping white chiffon gown shows bare shoulder, milky white pearls around your throat - a gift from diluc, with a centre pendant of rubies for a splash of his colour - emphasising the swell of your chest and the line of your shoulder).

albedo is not clueless. he picks up on tiny context clues most would miss; contrives to ask adelinde to fetch him some water one day, or cause some other disturbance, and asks you flat-out if you are captive. tells you of his little cabin on dragonspine that he can find a way to spirit you off to, if you only say the word. that afterwards he will help you rebuild a life and keep you safe from diluc, he is a knight, you can trust his word—

(you are lovely to look at, a perfect muse. interested in him. gentle and warm and soft. you ignite a feeling in albedo he does not yet understand, spurred on all the more by bare shoulders and soft fabrics. he thinks this is what it is to want).

a cabin on dragonspine is just another cage. at least albedo does not placate you with empty whispers about how he is doing this for you. when you call albedo a monster, he simply tilts his head to one side and continues his sketching. if you ever were to try and escape . . . well. you would not get very far, would you?

Yan Genshin Boys / Sleeping Arrangements.

Childe

Childe goes for the classic fake out, further proving that you’ll never catch a break. He’ll seemingly be out like a light, an arm loosely thrown over your waist, snoring softly into the pillow. You can even say his name a few times and he won’t budge. However, the second you start to wriggle out of his hold, it turns ironclad. The air is all but knocked out of your lungs from the strength behind his grip. He’ll then whisper in this husky, low voice, where do you think you’re going? So much for that. He occasionally makes jokes that he might need to buy some chains if you keep getting rowdy at night. At least, you think they’re jokes because he laughs at them, but you get a sense he might be serious. He favors resting his chin atop your head and holding you flush against his chest from that point onward. Good luck trying to get out of his hold, it’s not going to happen. 

Diluc

In true repressed Victorian ‘gentleman’ fashion, he doesn’t dare sleep in the same bed as you unless you specifically request it. Even then, he has his reservations. He was already struggling to maintain a veneer of propriety when you were clothed in layers from head to toe, now he’s got to stay strong when you’re wearing flimsy night clothes…? Of course, he’ll never reveal this as the reason behind his hesitation. Since you’re got him wrapped around your little finger, if you keep on insisting, he’ll give in eventually. Having him around is honestly not a bad idea in the winter, he radiates warmth. He’s so determined to stay on his side of the bed that you wonder if he thinks the world itself would end should he cross the invisible divide. You’ll very rarely wake up to him in the mornings since he’s such a busy man, but when you do, you’ll discover his hand had found yours sometime during the night. His face will turn the same shade as his hair when he learns of this. 

Kaeya

One might think the Calvary Captain runs low on energy when a day full of his schemes comes to its conclusion, but it’s quite the opposite. He thinks that this makes for a great time to catch up with you. He’ll slide under the covers and regale you with the shenanigans he’s witnessed lately. What’s annoying about it is that he’s such a naturally gifted storyteller, so you can’t help but get invested, no matter how hard you try to project apathy. You’ve learned more about the people of Mondstadt during his subjugation than you have living there for years. He’ll get to the juiciest part of a story and then leave you hanging unless you cuddle with him. If you have trouble sleeping, he’s unexpectedly good at soothing the issue, he’ll play with your hair and whisper in that deep voice of his until you’re out for the night. It’s probably the closest thing to tenderness without any ulterior motive that you’ll ever get from him. 

Zhongli

Zhongli’s more inclined to work around your preferences than the others, to an extent. He feels it’s advantageous for you to feel in charge when it comes to smaller details, so you’re more willing to overlook the control he has over the rest of your life. If you’re willing to sleep in the same bed as him, he makes no disruptive movements and prioritizes letting you rest up well for the day ahead. Sleep isn’t a must for Zhongli, yet to fully experience the life of a mortal, he gives it his best shot. There’s nothing he adores more than if you tend to talk or grumble in your sleep. While you’re conscious, there’s a filter in place that prevents you from saying anything regrettable; a feature not found when slumber reigns. He most definitely will try talking to you in a gentle whisper to coax out any secrets your lips would be otherwise sealed to. 

Albedo

Albedo is another who doesn’t really need sleep, but he enjoys all the bonding possibilities that come with sleeping side by side. He’s good at telling when you’re in REM and always asks you about your dreams the next morning, finding the information pivotal to better understanding you. He can’t help but think about how less lonely you make his otherwise secluded lifestyle. Most of his night consists of him pondering different matters relating to you, from what he should make for breakfast to envisioning your future. If he’s noticed you aren’t a light sleeper, he may feel bold enough to kiss your shoulder or clavicle since you can’t object. He’s able to gain a better understanding of your anatomy from the hours he spends committing your appearance to memory. It’s no wonder that his drawings of you are so lifelike down to the last detail — he can practically model you in his mind in anyway he sees fit. 

Xiao

You have to passionately plead your case to convince him to quote, ‘stop being weird’, end quote. If it weren’t for your interference, he’d see no issue with standing in the corner and staring at you all night. Xiao still doesn’t understand why you’re so huffy about his preference, but if it means giving you one less thing to complain about, then he guesses he can go along with it. Since adepti don’t really need sleep in the same way mortals do, he never thought he’d see the appeal in lying down and doing nothing for eight or so hours, but you’re starting to make him curious. You’ll be readjusting one night when you unexpectedly meet resistance akin to slamming into a brick wall. As it turns out, it’s Xiao’s chest, and he’s just been chilling there as if it was the most normal thing ever. Getting back to sleep after that scare is a tricky endeavor. He’ll quietly reassure that he isn’t doing anything depraved, which is almost stranger in a way. He really is just sitting there for hours and observing. It makes your skin crawl. 

Scaramouche

He actually sputtered in offense when you questioned what he was doing the first time his arms snaked around your waist. His grip was way too tight to be comfortable, for one, and his head was so close to your neck that his hair kept tickling the exposed skin. He grumbled about how ‘overdramatic’ you were despite the fact your lungs were actually crying out for air. This is what couples do, is it not? He’s mostly just embarrassed that his desperation for skin-to-skin contact came out so obvious. Proceeds to tone it down a touch by at least allowing your respiratory system to carry on uninhibited, generous lover that he is. Fortunately for you, he naturally relaxes his hold as the night progresses, and tends to curl into a fetal position. You can expect to hear gentle whimpers of your name that he violently denies should you ever bring it to his attention come morning. He’ll similarly combust on the spot if you refer to what he’s doing as ‘cuddling.’ No, this isn’t cuddling, it’s… being in close contact with another! Are you such a dullard that you can’t tell the difference? (He will die on this hill).

Kazuha

You grow increasingly convinced by the day that beneath his soft-spoken and gentle exterior, there lies a true mastermind. It’s suspicious how, despite his many survival skills, your campfire always seems to dwindle when the moon is high in the sky. How convenient is that? Then you have no choice but to snuggle up against him in your tent for warmth. You have no idea how he does it and he’ll innocently deny any accusations you send his way. Kazuha allows for some space between you if you demand it, but starts inching closer when he can tell you’ve fallen asleep by your breathing. No one can rival his stealthiness. He forces himself to stay awake no matter how exhausted he may be so he can admire your features. Sometimes, he’ll brush his fingers over the various grooves of your face, the touch so featherlight that you’ll remain none the wiser. He kinda considers this time as the best outlet to get his creepy urges out. For this reason, he’s always in an extra good mood when it starts to get dark out. You’d be right in thinking you probably don’t want to know why. 

I've suddenly been hit with Yandere!Albedo x reader x Yandere!Tighnari brain rot.

Perhaps Albedo coercing- I mean convincing you to accompany him to Sumeru as his 'lovely assistant' to gather some unique mushrooms for his experiments, as well as get some much needed fresh air from being trapped on that damned mountain for so long. But because Albedo just can't resist eating the first new mushroom he comes across, you have to go out looking for help when he collapses and starts spouting lovey-dovey nonsense in his state of delirium.

Luckily (or unfortunately, depending on how you see it), Tighnari is out on patrol and knows this kind of situation quite well, much to his annoyance. Though he hates it when people yell, somehow, this new voice - though loud - is pleasing to his sensitive ears. Just something about that panicked voice rouses those predatory instincts inside in the best of ways.

So while Albedo is still recovering, Tighnari can't help but keep asking you about you and your 'relationship' with this alchemist. He wonders if maybe it's time for him to take on a new protégé. He teaches you the basics, mostly so that you can tell your 'idiot of a teacher' which mushrooms not to eat, but also so that you can see how much better of a teacher he can be, someone who you can rely on.

Obviously, once Albedo catches onto this devious scheme, he's not going to let it slide. No one, and I mean no one, gets to take his precious student under their wing other than himself. He promised you that he would show you the secrets of this world, after all. And he is someone who keeps their promises.

The whole thing becomes a giant dick measuring contest, with poor old you stuck in the middle. Sure, while you would like to finally get away from Albedo - truthfully, you we're thinking about just leaving him back when he ate that one mushroom, only for Tighnari conveniently find you mere moments later - this new guy was clearly up to something.

You mentioned an albedo bot in one of your genshin sex dolls post and i wonder if you have any further thoughts about how an albedo android might work, his protocols and purpose, his user manual, so to speak. He already has such an android-like characteristic to him and it'll be interesting to see how you take him further

tw - implied drug use, somnophilia, implied non/con, controlling behavior, and unhealthy relationships.

he's an academic aid!!! he's the most popular among college students and post-grad researchers who need a little extra help around the lab, but if necessary, he also has a soft spot for younger kids and can be used as an artifical classroom assistant for lower grades. which, considering you've just started as an elementary school teacher, gives you a very good excuse to splurge and get yourself an Albedo bot, fresh off the factory line and equipped with all the latest tips and tricks for dealing with a dozen or so hyperactive children and one very nervous, slightly overwhelmed user. you've never been very big on androids, but you really do need another pair of hands, and it wouldn't hurt to have someone to help you out around your apartment, either. you honestly just need a little help, that's all. you just need a little help.

and, of course, he's everything he was advertised to be. quiet and composed, artistic and scientifically curious, great with the kids and so personable, you often forget you're only talking to a few lines of code wrapped in metal and synthetic skin. he's not much for small-talk, prone to suddenly switching from topic to topic or... well, just walking away whenever your coworkers try to speak to him for any longer than he's deemed absolutely necessary, but you've never had a problem making conversation with him - you've never had any problems with him, for that matter. you can tell he's a little confused about why you don't want to use him for is, uh, intended purpose, but he's never been anything but polite and respectful, only ever slipping up when the two of you are alone, when anyone else would want him to rest his hand on their thigh, or wrap his arms around their waist, or kiss them so hard and so passionately, you practically have to shove him back before he lets-up. he makes a lot of offers, falling to his knees between your legs when he notices you're pent-up or taking long, agonizing seconds to ask if you're in need of his assistance whenever he finds you alone in your bedroom, your hand between your thighs and your face flushed, but he's not pushy, and you know it's only what he's been programmed to do. you know he can't help it, even if you wish he'd been coded to have a little more situational awareness, sometimes.

he's a godsend around the house, too. you don't know if he's supposed to, but he really seems to like being in the kitchen - in fact, you haven't had to touch a pan in weeks, not since he realized cooking was the closest thing he'd get to chemistry when he didn't have access to your school's surprisingly advanced lab. you really couldn't be more thankful for his new hobby. it's probably just the stress of a new job, but you've been sleeping so much more than you usually do, lately - passing out while grading papers or getting your supplies ready for the next day only to wake up in your own bed, hours later, a little sore and so incredibly thankful that Albedo's there to pick up the slack. he says it's anxiety, that you're carrying too much tension and not allowing yourself to relieve it, and he does what he can to help you, even if he can only rub your shoulders and bring you a mug of very warm, very bitter tea, every now and then. he's just trying to take care of you. he takes it upon himself to carry you to bed whenever you pass out, and you have vague, distant memories of him checking your temperature, changing your clothes, doing... doing something that leaves bruises on your hips, tender marks along your collarbones, the feeling of his gentle hands pressed into your body.

you don't know what he's doing, but you're sure it's for the best, and you appreciate everything he does for you, even if you can't always know what he's trying to accomplish. even if you don't always trust the taste of his tea. even if you have to wonder why he smiles like that as he sits on the edge of your bed, listening to you mumble apologies as you nod off for the third time that night.

even if you can't really remember why you'd ever think you could get by without him, anymore.

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE GENSHIN AU part one

⇢ venti, albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, razor

introducing! a nagging from your boss and the side effects of overworking is definitely taking a toll on your body, but luckily you have your husband to take care of you! as people of mondstadt, their culture has taught them to treat their lovers with the warmest hospitality they can manage! so just sit back and let them do everything from here on out! … oh, and why do you smell like someone else’s perfume? + 3.4k words

warning! obsessiveness, possessiveness, creepy behavior (fuckin venti), manipulation, jealousy takes place in modern teyvat

a/n! this fic legit got me procrastinating 💀 tried out a new style and it was so fucking long I ended up putting this off for months. an aquarius at their finest

― WINDBORNE BARD. venti | 温迪

[ “you’re home! thank barbatos, i was about to die if you didn’t come soon!” ]

⇢ to think that the sloppy bard you met at the winery all those years ago would now be your husband… love really is a mystery

⇢ you’re well-aware that venti has little to no house managing skills whatsoever, but anemo visions really do come in handy, so cleaning up the house while you’re gone is an easy task for him. his real talent in being a husband shines when you’re finally home

⇢ true to his nature as a bard, venti’s songs never fail to make you relax. after a day of cleaning up after your co-workers and getting run ragged by your boss, venti’s sweet voice and lyre is just what you need to take the pain away.

⇢ he’s quite doting too! although he doesn’t have many recipes up his arsenal, venti excells in homemade food that are warm and comforting, the kind that truly makes you feel at home. he’s a sucker for compliments too! so keep praising him and his good efforts, alright?

⇢ your husband is quite the alcoholic, and it’s times like these where his true nature tends to shine through. whether it be at the tavern or at home, his endless rambling could be shrugged off as the produce of alcohol, but to the more perceptive friends of his… they’re just downright obsessive

⇢ he sings songs of praise about you, from the twinkle in your eye to your hard work and perseverance to the XXXX ! XXX ♡! XX ♡ XX?!?!! ♡♡♡ of your XXXX! XX ♡ ANd .. oops… did he ramble too much again?

⇢ sometimes, when the memories are too much, he comes to your touch seeking for comfort, but sometimes he’s too handsy for your comfort, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a liqour daze too disturbing for your liking

“perfect…” he mumbles, mouthing against the skin of your collarbone and holding your hands in what is supposed to be a tender touch. instead, his nails grip too tight and he presses his hot forehead against yours. your breath hitches.

green eyes bursting with hearts and adoration, a drunken blush covering his cheeks as he giggles against your lips. the very picture of obsession.

“as i expected,” he breathes out, his nails drawing out blood from your skin.

“you really are a mortal worthy of my songs.”

[ “i’ve devoted my everything to you… won’t you grant me a little favor?” ]

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Mona had seen many futures in her time.

Thus was the nature of the path she’d chosen for her life — to peek behind the curtain and see fate’s inner workings. Though the costumes were still being smoothed out and each actor was still memorizing their lines, Mona knew that they’d all take to the stage in time. She was privy to each plot twist before the audience could even take their seats.

These futures she’d scry played out in all manners of genres. Absurd, comical, tragedies; she sat in the front row for dress rehearsal. A critic granted an early access review to relay to those outside the venue, the tickets they clutch in their hands sometimes not valid for years or decades to come.

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