I think making character playlists is good for you and connected to analysis skills in a very fun way and low investment way. I know its seen as quite trivial but to me it operates the same way looking at a lot of art builds ur skills passively. Yummy enrichment activity
head in hands. pls i have a draft i’ve been working on for a lohen fic and. and his trailer just like. pretty much backed up my fic 100000% I NEED TO FINISH IT SOON I PROMISE
It’s one of those nights when you’re quite unsure of when this will end, but also entirely sure you do not want it to.
Xiao x afab! + gn!Reader smut, 2.2k words; mdni please and ty!!
Xiao has long claws + his pupils narrow instead of widening with affection.
— ❥ afab + gn!reader, reader has a vision, established relationship, service top!xiao, unprotected sex, edging, nipple play, orgasm denial dacryphilia, overstimulation, clitoral stimulation, creampie, mentions of cunnilingus, biting and bruising. + my apologies because I do not know what took over me </3
"X– iao”
“Yes?” He breathes, voice lowered to a croon. Nearly a purr, you think. You would tease him for it if you could, but right now–
“Xiao please.” Your voice breaks. “Just–”
Xiao smears another kiss to your bruised, marked shoulder, sending a dull sting of pain shooting through your skin. You twitch.
“Not yet.”
You whine. “Xiao.”
Xiao only kisses you.
He likes hearing his name on your lips– he likes your lips quite a bit. They are good to him, good to his fingers, very good to his mouth and nipples, and very good to his cock. You wonder if it's why he does this– keeps you on the precipice of pleasure until you are a mess of heat and sweat and want. He eases in, then away as needed, raising and quelling the clamant heat between your thighs that twitches along your spine.
He doesn’t let you come.
When he feels you start to twitch round his cock, he first draws out, and then presses himself up into you till the hilt. He kisses you again till you are clawing at his chest to let you breathe, giving you no chance to grind against him yourself. (Xiao is thorough– with the way you are now, the slightest pressure might make you convulse. That wouldn’t do.) When he draws away, his spit-slicked mouth attaches insistently to the corner of your lips, nipping and licking and kissing as he moves lower. His back slowly makes an arch– it makes the base of his cock lie flush with your clit, and his length presses gently up against that spongy spot that he has taken pains to caress into sensitivity.
You clutch his head as he reaches your breasts, panting already. You know what is next– he licks and nips at both, warm, heavy sandpaper tongue first dragging underneath a tit, lifting it up into his mouth. Then, against your sensitive areola. It stings and sends a pulse of pleasure right through your belly to the base of your spine, and Xiao's hands shift on your hips, fingers lifting to the air and flexing for a moment. Then they are on you again, nails digging into your skin. Hard enough to indent it, and gentle enough to never break it.
With him crouched before you this way, you can see you have not been kind to him either. Your hands lie listlessly across his back right now, too tired to bother trying to convince him, but there’s little red lines all across it from your previous ministrations. You trace a featherlight finger across one of them, and Xiao grabs a tit with his teeth in retaliation, wraps his firm lips round it and sucks.
You cry out as he pulls partially out, tears welling in your eyes, but he drops you nipple with a pop and shushes you gently with soft, breathy croons of your name upon your parted lips as he enters you again. His divine nature lends a new meaning to warm– you feel your body cool a moment as he composes himself for one heartbeat. Two. (Archons know how long, for time makes no sense to you.) Then he is kissing you again, breaking away at intervals to lick the tears off your cheek, blunt, hot, leaky cockhead messily kissing your sopping cunt. You feel your heart throb in your ears as you hear the clear, insistent sounds of your folds trying to cling to him before he teasingly brushes your clit instead.
“Xiao!” You rake your nails across his back for the nth time, wishing he weren't so deft with his hips. Your own buck up to meet him, but he wedges his thick cock between your thighs instead and fucks shallowly into them. They are coated in him, and you– there is no drag or resistance, only the quiet schlup, schlup that sounds in the air alongside your panting. Before you can catch your breath to scold him again, he captures your mouth with his. You growl against his tongue, and Xiao huffs a rare, sweet laugh.
There is nothing sweet about this, though– the way the tangled strings of pleasure in your belly begin to dissipate for what feels like the hundredth time. There is no masking your desperation. You tug at him, frantic– you want to cum. You just want to cum. You’ve been spread open beneath him this way for far too long, aching and quivering and feverish.
Xiao only watches you with narrowed, slitted eyes, his nose brushing yours. When you make a last, weak attempt at dragging his unmoving body closer, he coos your name affectionately once again.
“Sweet beloved,” he breathes, and nips at your jaw. You groan. “Dearest heart. Give me some time. Just–” he shudders. “Just a little longer. It is better this way.”
“I can't!” you sob. “This is enough– just let me–” you gasp and trail off as he slips into you with a buck of his hips. You are hot, and dripping. He meets no resistance.
“I know,” he murmurs, wiping at your tears with a clawed thumb. It smells of your slick. “I know.”
You whine, broken sobs and mumbles of his name slipping off your tongue. Xiao lets you talk. He does not stop you when you get this way– when your resolve crumbles and you run your fingers all over him, drag him closer to you for a kiss. He lets you. He adores when you cry out for him, the way your very voice throbs round his name, eyes fluttering and shutting, shoulders tensing as you twitch relentlessly around him. He settles into a steady pace as he notes your exhaustion. He could go forever– heavens, he wishes he could go forever– but even in this he cannot fault you. After all, a treat had everyday risks being tainted with mundanity. And this way… he licks away your tears, and you draw him in for the sweetest, weakest kiss. He rubs his calloused palms against the divots on your hips. This way, you have less chances to cry. There is nothing more he loathes than the sight of your tears, and nothing that makes his head swirl and his heart race quite the same way. When you weep because of him it is a sign of keen pleasure, of sheer want, and he whines against your throat, flushed with pride, baring his teeth to your pulse as his thrusts turn erratic.
Your thighs ache and there are hints of pain now mixing with pleasure as he swirls the copious amounts of your slick round your sensitive, swollen clit. It would be too painful to really touch it now, rub it between two fingers with an insistent pressure the way he had before, when he'd prepared you for his cock. You whimper as he nips at you, recall the way he’d looked between your thighs, your legs over his warm shoulders and his talons braced against your thighs as he’d fucked you back and forth on his tongue with inhuman strength. You’d been more composed then, even as he’d speared you open– just hushed cries of his name, head thrown back and fingers in his hair.
Your face burns hotter at the state of you now.
Xiao is good at undressing you. He is so stoic– an arrow tearing straight through your defenses, your pretenses. You are bare before him, always. There is no self possessed dialogue to be found, not anymore– you are filled to the brim with him anyway, made to twitch along to his unselfish desires, crying out his name. When you feel familiar ribbons of hot pleasure wrap round your thighs, you spread them wider for him, and he huffs against you. A half-laugh, although he does not smile.
“Well done,” he rasps, eyes gold all over. His pupils are but black slits against their suns. “Good.” He grunts, and a soft whine keens in his chest as he fights to keep his pace for your pleasure. You wish his tongue would loosen further, wish he'd praise you more, but somehow this is just enough to keep you where he wants you.
You press your fingers to the hard planes of his abdomen, and he moans into your mouth. You give a little dry sob. The soft ribbons of pleasure are tightening, almost cramping. They snake round your body and whisper at your clit until you start to tip over. Your vision blurs with vertigo.
“Xiao–! Can I please–”
And when he presses his cheek to yours to let you pant against his ear, you feel your heart race even faster somehow.
“Yes,” he pants, abdomen tensing under your palm, the smacks of his hips against yours growing erratic even as he desperately tries to keep steady, all for you. Your mind reels. “Pretty beloved,” he whispers, a heady rasp to his throat. You wish you could taste it somehow. “My beauty. Beloved–” he shudders, but continues. Whispered babbles meant for your ears only. You sob. “My sweet. You– you are so sweet, do you know?”
You hum weakly in response, heat coiling tight in your belly. “Xiao–”
“Come for me.”
His fingers roll round your clit hard, dipping heavily lower, then flicking up in repeated motions, almost brushing it directly and you cry out, convulsing round him as he sinks to the hilt inside of you, hips flush against yours. He kisses you hard, swallowing your cries, grinding against your clit to prolong the first burst of your orgasm. You choke and gasp for air, lashes fluttering, pressing desperate whimpers into his mouth with his every tender kiss.
Just as the ribbons start to loosen, they abruptly tighten again. Xiao fucks into you once more, drawing up and away, length dragging firmly against the spongy spot inside of you. Your knees tighten round him. He braces himself back and drags you by the hips into his lap, your ass on the bed between his thighs as he fucks into you once more, pulling out only barely before thrusting up and grinding once more. Your clit jostles– now painfully so– as you feel your receding orgasm flare wildly again.
“Just–” he begs, eyes fixed on the wet mess between your legs, at every new string of slick and cum that joins you. “A little more.”
You nod weakly, knowing he is close. You’re not surprised when he starts to brush gentle circles round your clit once more, sending little sparks up your sore, warm back. You hum weakly, then groan when he finally buries himself within you. When he comes, you tighten round him hard, thighs quivering. His cum is hot, hotter than any mortal’s, and it fills you to the brim, shallow spurts painting your insides, and it feels like you’re stuffed full of nothing but cum and heat.
Xiao watches your cunt carefully, and twitches when your walls flutter sporadically round him. Some moments later, he places a warm palm against your belly, his touch featherlight. Your face burns. His lips are parted.
Even with how boneless and mindless you are at the moment, you can't help but think he looks almost… hungry.
He is still for several moments, before he takes your hands in his. He kisses your knuckles sweetly. Your ears warm further. Were you to cast your gaze just a bit lower, you’d see a far less chaste sight– his hips pressed to yours, thick cock still buried deep within, plugging you tight so not a drop goes to waste.
Eventually, your breaths even out. You feel so warm, so drowsy. Xiao leans over to brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss you. Just a caress of his lips to yours, a chaste little thing that makes your heart ache.
Then he pulls back.
You contract round him at intervals without meaning to, and he hums ever so softly at the slow, careful drag of his cock against your walls. A small pop sounds in the silence as he pulls out. A moment later, you feel a bead of cum follow. Xiao’s eyes zero in on it. He catches it with his thumb, crouching instinctively lower, as though he cannot help it. You blink, feeling suddenly awake at the familiar sight of him bracketed between your legs.
Xiao catches the dollop of cum on his thumb, and presses it inside. The pressure makes more smear out and around it. It catches under his nail, and he absently pops the digit into his mouth to lick it clean, before leaning lower, as though it were compulsion– to let nothing go to waste.
Your breath hitches, anticipation welling in your throat.
Xiao regards the mess on your thighs, and pulls them apart over his shoulders, trailing hot open mouthed kisses up away from your core, then back up toward it. He blinks slowly at your winking cunt and looks up at you, eyes thin slits once more. You watch, mesmerised, as he licks up the mixture of your slick and his cum that shines on his lips like varnish.
"Pretty one," he asks, low and quiet and pleading, turned selfish for once. His soft cheek presses against your thigh and turns sticky with your cum.
"Do you mind if we do this just once more?"
the actual bday fic will be posed in some hours!! this is just a quick lil something i couldn't contain </3
reblogs are vv appreciated (˵˘ ³˘˵) <33 !!
The fabric of your panties was soiled to nothing but a mixture of your wetness and his precum.
You cry out every time the thick tip of his cock grazes your clit. You bite your lip, completely focused on the sight of him ruining your panties.
He thumbs your inner thigh, fingers traveling over the pink fabric of your undergarments, and slipping past the lacy set.
You feel him spread your lips apart with his finger, a perverted interest evident as he begins to thumb the material.
You can't help but snark to him, "looking for my clit?" It's mean-spirited and completely unnecessary, but fuck; hes been teasing you for twenty minutes and you craved relief.
His pretty eyes snap to your face, and finally, finally he looks at you instead of the body hes been toying with.
"Yeah? You think being a demanding whore will get you what you want?" His tone's light. He's still playing with the lacy pink fabric, but now hes leaning down. He presses forward until your bare breast warms the thin material of the dress shirt hes wearing, fingers coming to the hem of your panties and pulling it forward.
You gasp at the pressure, rough meshwork pressing hard into your sensitive clit, pressing into your empty cunt.
"The more you bitch at me, the more I wanna play with you." He purrs, slotting his dick to press against your panties once more. Your exposed pussy feels the grunt of him pressing against you. You shudder, bolts of electricity building in your core.
You wanted so much more than this—did you fuck it up by baiting him a little bit? You felt so empty, you needed it, needed him.
"Please, Lohen," you claw at his shoulders, pressing him into you. "M' sorry, I'll be good, please. Just- just the tip?"
He huffs, tilting his head at your swift change. Something close to displeasure masks his features. "Of course, you'll be good. I'm gonna beat it into you." His cockhead slaps against your covered cunt. Without grace, he rips your cute underwear and angles his cock, inching in bit by bit. "But how can I say no to you? Let's see how many times you'll cum with just my tip."
You whine out, trying to take him in further, but his hands press down into your hips, forcing you still. "No, no. What ever my sweetheart wants, she'll get." He tauntingly smiles as he shallowly pushes into you. His fingers dig into you, hard enough to bruise. "You asked for this."
Moot had a funny idea, so i got requested to draw it😝 since scara and xiao always end up saving the traveller, so now they have beef with each other (jealousy??😦). I think scara holds the score atm… or rather his saves were v impactful maybe (like big saves from danger…) YALL KNOW WHAT I MEAN my english skills arent good today. (Drew lumine bc mootie plays with her and i wanted to add her there 😂)
i have another albedo x reader x lohen thought. hold my hand. walk with me
the three of you have fucked around a few times by now, though it's mostly just been one or both of them focusing on you. teasing you, fucking you, teaming up on you. but you can't help but notice there's a simmering tension between lohen and albedo, too.
you know lohen. you just know that he's itching for a fight with him, to test his strength, see exactly what albedo's working with. so he baits him! maybe it's the three of you out in the woods for whatever reason (lohen wanting to get some sparring in in a more secluded area, albedo wanting to enjoy the scenery and paint, etc). lohen poking and prodding and dragging albedo into agreeing to spar with him. really, lohen's also wanting to see more of what makes albedo tick. lohen's got a few things he's weak to on hand, but he wants to see him flustered properly, get a good reaction. maybe even fuck him, depending.
...and albedo knows his game well; he can practically smell the brat on him. he agrees to the spar, of course, hiding any indication that he's planning something. you simply sit back in the grass, basking in the sunlight and enjoying the show, and your jaw drops when albedo actually pulls out some underhanded tricks! maybe using alchemy or his mastery over geo to get lohen restrained. how the tables have turned, hm??
and albedo ends up fucking him instead. gives him plenty of leeway to back out, of course, to say he doesn't want it; lohen is stubborn, but eventually admits that, yes, he really, really does, so if albedo could please just get it over with already-
naturally lohen is trying to fight for dominance the entire time, trying to find an opportunity to flip the situation on albedo again, to take control. but the restraints don't allow for any slack, and albedo is no idiot.
and albedo isn't mean, exactly, no. but the fascinated, slightly condescending tone he uses as he picks lohen apart contrasts sharply with the way he's so careful when he speaks to you. he doesn't degrade lohen, he isn't cruel, but he pinpoints just how to get to him. teases him, even, in ways you wouldn't dare. "this spar was your idea, was it not?", "oh, right there? you glare at me, but i'm right, aren't i?", "mm, i suppose you should have tried a bit harder then. i'm only... how did you put it before? 'claiming my prize?'"
it isn't long before albedo's got him on the verge of cumming. working lohen up, dragging him closer and closer to the edge, watching him shake and his eyes start to roll back-
and tightly wrapping a gloved hand around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming.
as lohen thrashes beneath the chief alchemist, broken, angry moans cutting through the slew of cursing he directs above him, you can't help but bring your hand up to cover your mouth in disbelief. both because it's really hot, but also... it's so fucking funny to see lohen get a taste of his own medicine, getting knocked down a peg. you don't even realize you're grinning until it's too late.
...albedo's eyes are half lidded with a soft, wicked smile as he grabs lohen's face, tilting it to make sure he sees your expression, sees you laughing. he waits until lohen fully processes it, and you stare like a deer in headlights as albedo pulls out.
being an adult autistic woman and being written up at work for a mistake feels like the actual end of the world. my boss who i thought really liked me, she looked so annoyed informing me of the mistake and subsequent write up, im so upset i could vomit
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