cw mention of wasted and drugged reader, female receiving, penetration, somnophilia,
xiao
three syllables, carry a heavy meaning but once itās roll of your tongue so smoothly, he appears.
it carried a different meaning however when youāre knocked out of your mind, panting as xiao slid his cock in and out of clenching thighs, his red angry tips brushing lightly against your clit. he was angry at you and he couldnāt wait until youāre fully sober and awake to berate you for your reckless behaviour. he wanted to punish you now. but he donāt get the energy to stop.
not when youāre handed to him in a silver plater.
what were you thinking going out drinking during lantern rite festival completely drunk out of your mind not even realising that someone had spiked your drink. not even realising that someone was following you as you stumbled your way back home. the thought of it annoyed him to the core. his grip to your thighs tightened as he slammed forward, a chortled whimper escaped your lips as your fist tightened on the comforter.
xiao
there it is again, his name, subconsciously escaping your lips as you passed out, thigh fucked by him. ās-shut up,ā he hissed, peeling the thighs apart, glistening with your arousal and his own leaking pre cum. you were lucky, he was around watching you, quick to notice that someone had followed you, clearly with no good intention with a small knife stuck in the back pocket. your recklessness angered him. the stranger wouldnāt be so nice to you, better xiao than the no good stranger taking advantage of you. think of it as a thank you for saving your life.
his warmth breath against your burning core made you gasped. instantly moving your thighs to shut it close but xiao held them part. your thighs trembled softly, a weak please out of your lips. with every please and pleas, he planted a kiss inside your thighs until his lips rested on the soft shaved mound, chin grazing lightly on your clit. he wasnāt sure of how much aphrodisiac have you taken, unsure if he started burying his face deep in your cunt, you wouldāve jolted up awake and kicked him out. he started small, little licks along your slit, eyes up burned into your face. he watched with every licks your face contorted in pleasure. your chest heaved. you were enjoying this.
xiao couldnāt help but wondered if it was your intention from the start. maybe you enjoyed being taken advantage like this, completely out of your mind while his lips latched on your swollen clit. after all, you were moaning his name. and to think that you were about to moan out his name while a stranger fucked your mind out. he couldnāt help to land his palm on your sensitive cunt, watching as you stirred in you deep slumber, but not enough to make you awake. youāre his for the night.
you were always conscious, stubborn, true to your words. always refusing his help. he couldnāt hide how much it attracted him so much. lucky you, how easily you have stolen the heart of the conqueror of demons. he tightened his grip as his tongue swiped further, covering every inch of your throbbing lips with his rough muscle. he could feel the way your thigh tensing. he liked it when the mighty fell underneath him. one palm resting on your tensing belly as another travelled lower tugging on his own painful growing boner. xiao wants it in, not his tongue that was lapping hungrily on your hole. he focused on his pumps, tongue now fucking your squirming hole.
you were a moaning mess, eyes shut knocked out of your mind but you were still at the receiving end of his pleasure. he wanted you to learn a lesson. not everyone will ever be as nice as him. he couldnāt take it anymore.
his lips planted kisses all over your bare skin, until it rested on your chest. your heart were beating intensely, skin glistening in the sweat despite the cold wind blowing through the door to your balcony. he contemplated, cock brushing gently against your slit. every time the head nudged hard against your swollen clit, you whimpered. the little ah out your lips were intoxicating. what a fucking slut, he thought to himself, caught out on his thoughts he didnāt realised that his cock had sheathed deep in him.
it startled him, fist tightened as he left a satisfying whimper. you were so warm, gummy, molded so perfectly around his cock. you were little against him, he couldnāt help but to scoff. tiny little human, molded perfectly for him, was this a cruel joke from the archon? he never took any pleasure of anything humanlike; food, festivals, relationship yet one fucking thrust into the archonās creation and heās falling apart. xiao was panting, he swore he could see white with every blink of his eyes. he wasnāt even fully in, his own thigh shivered as he pushed deeper, hissing in pleasure. you couldnāt fully accommodate him, his tip kissing your cervix which a few inches left exposed.
you looked holy.
he gasped for air, trembling hands gently running down yours legs propped and spread apart against his own. he wanted to ruin you. for giving him such an incredible feeling he couldnāt understand. 2000 years of living, he only felt pain and for once, he understood what humans speak of pleasure. he tried to capture everything in his mind, memorising every nooks and crooks of your body, the way your skin flushed, your lips, your chest, your tight fucking cunt. it was like you were sucking him in as he tried to pull, you gasped in your slumber gasping for air before he plunged deep.
just like that, xiao was hooked.
he was unsure of it, his thrusts were sloppy as he struggled to keep up with the pleasure. he wished for you to be awakened, to beg for him, but the chortled moans were enough for him. he was doing you good. the room echoed with the sound of your skin slapping together, messy fluid combining and dripping down and pooling on the bed, he couldnāt stop moaning and so were you.
in another world, youāll be wrapped around his arms, lips pressed tight as he lulled you into pleasure. it would be just you and him, he longed to be human, if being human meant an eternity with you.
his teeth were rough against your skin, he promised, he didnāt meant too. he couldnāt take it, the pleasure and he just wanted something to ground him down. his tongue lapping regretfully against the mark on your neck and another and another. he wanted this to last forever, mapping the column of your neck with his mark was the closest he could do. he inhaled your sweet, musky scent, lips pressing kisses along your jaws until it moved up to your lips.
he swallowed every single moans out your lips as he quickened his pace. he buried himself in your chest, holding his grunt. your bud blossomed with every swipe of his tongue to keep him busy from the almost human like moans. was this celestia?
his thrusts were getting sloppier, echoes of your sticky skin against one another, more dripping down the valley of your bottom. xiao wanted more of this, everyday, every night, he wants to be deep in you. his shaking hand found its way, intertwined with your own while another pressed against the mattress for more support. he could taste it, spit dribbling down his own lips as he begged for your forgiveness as he chased his own high.
his first orgasm was a bliss.
it came so suddenly, he didnāt know how to react but with eyes wide open, clenching onto your hands so tightly, your sleepless body jolted. he didnāt stop, panting with head rested on your chest as he continued to thrust in. it was weird how tight your walls were. you were leaking, did you come too? he wondered as he halted his movement sure that he emptied everything into you.
the night was silent again, nothing but his rapid breathing. xiao was hazy, head spinning around. he followed the curve of your body, lips planting kisses until it met your own. you looked beautiful, but itās a shame. he has to leave. he kissed you again, longer, longing to stay but his duty, his debt, it called. it was heavy to leave you as he scrambled to get back in his clothes.
you look so- lonely.
fixing you up, tucking you in, his eyes couldnāt help but catch your weak hand grabbing hold on his shirt. his heart skipped a beat as a soft stay escaped your lips. he bent over, contemplated as his lips over above your own before standing up.
he couldnāt even look back as he escaped into the night. because if he did, if he had that one last kiss, he would be done.
because leaving you after all that, would be pain all over again xiao wished to not feel.
you woke up a mess, night gown sticking to your body as you desperately shield your eyes from the sunlight from the opened sliding door. what had happened, you asked yourself head throbbing like you had been out drinking for hours. you were sticky too.
your face grew warmer.
in your dream, you were getting fucked. hard. completely out of your mind by the conqueror of demons. no way, in real life, xiao would never do that to you. even if you served yourself in a silver platter, bared for him, he would beat the crap out of you. but dream xiao was a pleasure.
you could feel your body tensing up again, berating yourself as you headed to the shower for a cold hard rinse of the real world. xiao would never fuck you, you scoffed as you scrubbed your inner thighs, startled by the sudden pain. you turned off the shower and to your disbelieve, it was littered with bite marks as white, thick fluid dribbled out yourself.
i JUST realised i have never written for xiao before?? hes literally one of my favs wtf??
šŖ warning: dead dove do not eat [please reblog to support my work!!]
š¦¢ cw: cum-flation, rough sex, choking, overstimulation, mdom, slight size kink, femsub, raw sex, no protection
Xiao's stamina seemed never ending as you came again and again, each time his cock pounding into your sensitive cunt and your name slipping from his lips. Your body was spent, having just finished another mind shattering orgasm. Round after round, it was an infinite cycle of sex. Xiao's fingers were wrapped around your throat, keeping you from falling over as he fucked into your abused hole, his cock reaching deeper than any human ever could.
Your eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, drool slipping down your chin as your stomach swelled from all the seed he had pumped inside you. Each time he finished, the cum would seep out and trickle down your thighs, only for Xiao to pump more into you and make you swell up once again.
Xiao was in a trance, his eyes glazed over with pure need and desire. He was lost in the pleasure, having forgotten his duty to the Adepti, forgotten the pain and suffering he had endured for years. All he knew was the way your pussy felt, the way it tightened around his length and brought him to completion, the way your skin felt against his, the way your mouth moaned his name so perfectly, and the way your eyes looked at him.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his skin, and you were whispering to him, calling out his name over and over and begging him for more. You were such a good girl, a perfect partner for him, his perfect little pet. Xiao's lips pressed against yours and his tongue shoved its way into your mouth, his cock twitching at the taste of you.
You whimpered when his cock hit your g-spot, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. You couldn't form words anymore, all that could come out were pathetic mewls and moans as he fucked you. You were like a doll in his arms, so limp and obedient, but your tightening walls proved otherwise.
Xiao pulled out of you and dropped you to the floor. You whimpered, your body too tired to move. Xiao took his length into his hand and began to jerk off, his eyes locked on your body. Your thighs were spread, allowing him to see your swollen and abused cunt.
Cum dripped out of you, your skin was covered in hickeys and bite marks, and your face was contorted into an expression of pure pleasure.
You looked at him with lidded eyes, begging him to finish on you. Xiao grunted, his balls tightening as he approached his climax. You reached a hand between your thighs and spread your folds for him, moaning his name.
His hot cum splattered across your body, decorating your skin. Xiao pumped his cock, making sure to cover every inch of you. The last of his seed shot into your waiting mouth.
He collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms. His cock slipped inside you, plugging his cum deep within your tight hole.
You let out a small noise, a quiet protest, but your body was already moving against his.
You were addicted to him, just as he was to you.
And it would take more than a few rounds to satiate your appetite.
After the battle against Osial and urged on by Paimon, Lumine tracks Xiao down to confess her feelings, only to find him on a family outing with you, his wife and your son.
Xiao ā”ā¹ĖĀ Couldnāt have known [SFW]
fem. reader (3rd person) ; don't know whether to tag this as angst, or fluff, or both??? It just depends on the perspective I suppose. Xiao and reader are married. Cw. for unrequited feelings of a third party.
5k words.
notes. Poor Lulu, it's okay babygirl I'll try to do you justice on another drabble in the future <\3. But at the same time I got to give Xiao some semblance of peace with wholesome family time so I suppose I can take the heartbreak. Hope you enjoy ā§ĖĀ°.
The wounds within the nation were still fresh. The Harbor was on edge, its people doing the best they could to return to everyday life as part of the destroyed homes had already begun reconstruction. If before the battle with Osial the fatui were at the very least viewed as neutral, they were now deeply hated by every Liyue citizen, the organization being completely shut off from the outside as some people even resorted to physical violence as a response for their involvement with the tragedy.Ā
Suffice to say, Liyue was still shaky. Their God was gone as far as most knew, and the Qixing was the top of the food chain now. And despite having averted the crisis fairly well, most couldn't help but wonder, would they be able to protect them as well as Rex Lapis had? Some were hesitant, whilst others clung with the hope that it would be smooth sailing from there. After all, even if their God was gone, his adepti still remained, as well as the now hailed Hero of Liyue. They would be safe.Ā
Lumine hadn't quite gotten used to the flair of being hailed a hero still - after all, her primary reason for being there was to look for her brother, simply having stumbled upon more chaos that she was shoved into without her being fully aware. Even still, she knew better than to have turned her back on an entire nation on the verge of crisis, and so she had stayed and stuck around far longer than what she would've initially liked. It wasn't all for naught, though - she met new wonderful people, got to know more of the world of Teyvat and its customs and cultures. She got to hone her skills and become stronger, as well as, as her gut told her, take a step forward towards the truth.Ā
Among the many she had met, one had seemingly stuck around in her mind - Xiao, the lonesome Conqueror of Demons that would mostly stick around Wangshu Inn. Admittedly he'd been rather curt at first, yet it soon became obvious he carried more on his shoulders than what he would admit. And on that, as well as other things, Lumine found herself relating to him. It was slow progress, but Xiao had begun to open up as well, leaving her small cracks from which she could peek into. It was as though he was testing the waters, seeing if she would find him repulsive or unapproachable. He wasn't, not to her.Ā
He had been there for her, during the confrontation with Osial. It had been perhaps one of the only times thus far on her journey where Lumine had truly felt like she wouldn't make it, were it not for the aid of her allies. It had been a day filled with raw emotions, amplifying them beneath the surface and under the obvious threat from which they had lived through. And it was only after the fact, when she had taken some time to rest and ponder, that the emotions began to set, carving themselves into stone.
"I think it's quite obvious what needs to be done." Paimon had placed her hands on her hips, hovering close to her face as she gazed upon her with narrowed eyes.
"Oh? What are you talking about, Paimon?" Lumine feigned ignorance, an eyebrow being raised as she made a last ditch effort to avoid the topic.
"Don't play dumb with me, missy! I know you very well, you know?" The fair haired fairy pointed her finger to her, before shaking her head. "It's obvious you're head over heels over the lonesome adeptus Xiao. And the last thing I wanna see, is my companion regret not confessing her true feelings."
Well, she had to give it to Paimon. She could be simply and only driven by food, sure, but she had a more keen eye than what Lumine had really thought.Ā
The traveler huffed with a weak laugh, her head shaking. "No no, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?!" She seemed utterly flabbergasted. "Wait, you're not even denying it-"
"What if I make him uncomfortable?" She thought aloud, eyebrows furrowing. "Or, let's say that I do manage to confess. What then? I can't expect him to leave Liyue behind."
"No one has to leave anything behind. We can always periodically return to Liyue Harbor while we travel!" Her flying companion suggested, her head nodding at her own proposal.Ā
She watched as Lumine seemed to consider that idea, a small sigh leaving her lips as she pondered over her options. As a seasoned adventurer, she had to, along her journey, learn to always consider the less favored outcomes an option. Were she to be rejected, she and Paimon would simply have to haste their move to their next nationā¦ Yet, the idea of it not ending like thatā¦ It alone seemed to be enchanting enough for her to, in the end, decide to go forward with Paimonās proposal.Ā Ā
āItāll go well, trust Paimon on this one!ā She kicked her smaller feet in the air, her eyes sparkling with great hope for her companion. She helped Lumine pack before they were to head off to Wangshu Inn, the hailed Hero of Liyue feeling nervous for the first time in a little while. āThereās no way it wonāt end well, Lumine! After all, youāre downright perfect!ā
She couldnāt have known. Paimon couldnāt have known, either. It honestly was something even most adepti didnāt know of - it was something Xiao kept close to his chest, only a select few knowing about that side of him. He cared naught for finding a partner, never had in the eons heād existed for. He saw no need.Ā
That was, until he had met [F/N]. A mere mortal, yet one he loved with his whole being.
It had been rough to come to terms with his emotions. It had been rocky, a steep climb forĀ [F/N] to be allowed in; yet somehow, she had managed to reach the peak, finding at the end of her journey a side Xiao would only reveal to her - it was always present, in the way he gazed upon her, his golden eyes reflecting the warm sunset that would bathe them each dusk that she visited him in Wangshu Inn. It was always present, in the way his gloved hand would hold her own, delicately, almost afraid to break her as if she were made of porcelain. He wasnāt one to outwardly express his emotions, yet the silence with him had felt comforting. It felt like a safe haven, Xiao finally finding a semblance of peace each time [F/N] would bless him with her presence.Ā
He was very well aware of the fleeting existence mortals led. It broke him each time he thought about it, yet, as [F/N] had asked him of, heād always tried to think instead of the present. Even still, it was always something that had been at the back of his mind, ever since heād finally accepted his emotions, and allowed her into his life. It gave him all the more reason to ensure she was safe, that only those who he could truly trust knew of her existence - for, when he couldnāt be there, they would ensure she wasnāt in danger.Ā
And this worry only doubled when [F/N] had confided in him that she, indeed, was carrying his child. Well, it had certainly been a surprise, and Xiaoā¦ He at first panicked. He had never thought about ever loving someone, let alone creating a little one alongside another. It took a lot of talking, a lot of gentle touches and hugging. But in the end, like everything else with his [F/N], Xiao knew it would be okay.Ā
On that lovely day, [F/N] and their youngling had waited for him by the Inn, their usual room ready and waiting for them. By that point, the boy was only two, yet he already showed so much life and personality that it never failed to knock the wind out of his father. As per usual, Smiley Yanxiao would, exclusively, allow [F/N] access to his kitchen so she could cook food for her little boy, as well as her husband who would be arriving later as heād promised - why? Her almond tofu was simply the best, and whenever Xiao could, heād rather eat hers than any other chefās. And who was she to deny her diligent beloved, who worked tirelessly to defend their land? When compared to all the terrifying work and responsibilities Xiao held, a simple dish felt like childās play. Yet he always, always cherished such an act so deeply, it felt like it was the other way around.Ā Ā
[F/N] had already fed their son before Xiao had arrived, gently holding him in her arms as they walked calmly across the Innās upper balcony. Patting his back with rhythm, her eyes peered out into the distance, the wind blowing ever so gently across her face, eyes shimmering with the light of the sun as all was peaceful. She hadnāt even heard Xiao arrive, his figure simply appearing on the wooden rails near her, his body perfectly balanced on the small surface as his mask dissipated before either of them could see him. His face, previously scowling with the horrors he regularly faced, immediately softened upon landing on the two people he loved the most, spear neatly placed away as his feet finally touched the balcony.
āQingxinā¦ā He called out his beloved, watching as she turned around with the same amount of love and excitement she would always display whenever he arrived. It never failed to melt his heart.
āXiao, youāre back!ā [F/N] sighed in relief, eyes softening as she hastily made her way to him. Meeting halfway, he carefully embraced her, foreheads touching as he felt his weary body finally relax. āWelcome home, my love.ā
ā...Thank you.ā He murmured, his lips brushing against the top of her head as his hand rested on her lower back. His words felt heavier than a simple sign of gratitude, one that ran deeper and meant far more. One that [F/N] understood far too well, but didnāt dwell on. Instead, she smiled his way, her arms still carrying their bundle of joy with care.Ā
āPapa!ā Their young boy chirped out, his attention clearly gravitating towards his father. His little arms were already stretching out, yearning for Xiao to hold him after being apart for a long while. And while Xiao always showed hesitancy to, he never found the strength to deny his little son.
Carefully the adeptus picked his son up, the softest smile making its way to his pale face as his golden eyes gazed at his sonās. [F/N] had always stated how his son was a mirroring image of himself, and with each passing day, Xiao could deny that reality less and less. His hair color was the same deep dark green, streaks of a lighter tone along his tiny locks. His cheeks, chubby, hid away the smallest little pointed teeth that resembled his own. His eyebrows, never furrowed like his fatherās, displayed the same shape and sharpness. The only thing he seemed to have picked from his mother had been the color of his eyes, the same beautiful shade Xiao could drown himself in - and even still, the eye shape had been taken from him, the same little diamond pupils staring back at him with the wonder and adoration of a pure child. His child. He still could hardly believe it.Ā
āItās okay, love. Here, just like thisā¦ā [F/N] gently coaxed him, noticing how his arms trembled the slightest - mostly due to exhaustion, but always partially to anxiety. After all, what if he tainted his little boy? What of his karmic debt? Everyday he prayed such a thing would never happen, hoping he would develop some kind of resistance due to his bloodline; yet even still, it was always a possibility.
His little arms flailed around, practically leaping for Xiaoās embrace as he hugged his neck. Xiao couldnāt help but let out the quietest of laughs, holding him with more confidence under his wifeās guidance. His eyes landed on the vajra necklace he would always have around his neck, one of the many religious items heād given the two of them in order to ward off evil when he himself wasnāt around. In truth, [F/N] did it more to ease her husbandās mind than anything, but that was something sheād take to the grave - she knew she was safe even when he didnāt stand next to them, but then again, she would never be one to go against his wishes; they were never many, anyway.Ā
āYou must be tired. Here, come sit. I made you your favorite.ā [F/N] smiled his way, signaling for him to sit at the table they would usually take. Without hesitation he followed suit, his eyes following his wifeās movements as she presented him his dish.Ā
āThank you, qingxin.ā Xiao murmured, his eyes softening at the sight as he could finally feel his heavy soul at ease. He took his seat, carefully shifting his son to sit on his lap whilst securing him with one arm around him - more of a precaution than anything, for the simple fact his little one did behave wonderfully most of the time.
āAre you sure you donāt want me to hold him while you eat?ā [F/N] smiled, humored by the absolutely endearing sight of her husband holding their little one. The way his cheeks gained the faintest hint of color didnāt escape her gaze, yet she knew better than to embarrass her poor little adeptus.Ā
āNo need, I can eat like this just fine.ā He responded.
Or in other words, No thank you, I really want to hold our little boy like this. [F/N] already knew her lover very well despite his attempts at keeping himself at arms length for the longest time, so reading in between the lines wasnāt difficult. All she could do was nod her head, a delightful smile across her lips as she sat with them, pleasant conversation filling the air. How had their day been, where they had gone, who theyād been withā¦ Xiao listened to it all, his leg bouncing gently, up and down, up and down, his child content with the rhythmic movement as his tiny hands rested against his arm.Ā
The sky was still painted in the loveliest strokes of oranges and blues upon the pair arriving at their final destination. The journey had been otherwise uneventful, only further filling Lumine with the slightest creeping anxiety as the tall Inn was seen in the distance. Surely, she had figured, Xiao would be there. It was the only place she knew heād have any sort of roots in, and given the fact she dared not abuse her permission for calling upon him, she figured paying a visit was the next best option.Ā
āCome on, thatās the Wangshu Inn in the distance!ā Paimon pointed, her smaller body flying across the air as her friend picked up the pace as well. Her stomach already rumbled after their trip, and truth be told, the little fairy already planned to grab herself a few plates whilst watching from the distance the scene unfold.Ā
āHey, wait up Paimon!ā The young woman sighed, her scarf blowing against the wind as they hastily came closer and closer to the structure.Ā
There were very few guests aside from the regulars, of which the owners could count with their fingers. Verr Goldet was finishing up taking care of a few details at the front desk before she heard a set of steps rushing up her stairs, her eyes gluing to the entrance of their Inn before she finally spotted a familiar figure.Ā
āAh, Lumine, Paimon! What a surprise to see you once more.ā She smiled kindly, her hands resting in front of her figure as the blonde woman caught her breath. āAnd what brings you to the Wangshu Inn tonight? Seeking to book a room?ā
āHi miss Verr-ā Lumine smiled amidst the heavy breathing, both her and Verr being cut off with Paimon who happily interjected.
āHi boss lady! Is Xiao back yet?ā
āFor the last time, I am not āboss ladyā.ā Verr shot her a look, to which Paimon silently apologized for. āAndā¦ May I inquire as to why youād like to see him at such a time?ā
Usually, Verr Goldet wouldnāt be one to deny them the knowledge of the Conqueror of Demonsā whereabouts; after all, they were friends and allies. However, given the company he currently had, the woman couldnāt help but wish to avert any unwanted visitors to their family time. Not to mention, she herself, as well as her husband, had gotten quite protective of [F/N] and their little one - as if, by some strange mortal bond Xiao couldnāt quite understand, they had considered them their extended family.Ā
āOhā¦ Are we intruding on something?ā Paimon asked, her voice growing softer.
āWell, itās just that, as you know, the Conqueror of Demons is a very busy adeptus.ā That much wasnāt a lie. āHeās expressed his wish for visits to be limited for the time being, lest something be really urgent.ā ā¦That however, was something he himself hadnāt requested of her.Ā
āOh, if thatās the case-ā Lumine, being understanding as she was, attempted to avert the situation. After all, they could always ask for some of his time the following day.
āIt kind of is.ā Paimon however, once more, chimed in. āAfter all, we came all the way from Liyue Harbor for this!ā She was now planting her hands on her hips once more. āBesides, we wonāt take long.ā
Verr Goldetās expression didnāt falter, though she was rather ticked over how they seemed to not catch the hint. āWell, even still-ā
āHeās probably upstairs, isnāt he? If not we can always call on his name. Come on Lumine, up we go!ā
āHey, Iām talking to you!ā The owner was practically left to speak to the wall as they were already up the flight of stairs, her eyes widened as she sighed in frustration. Hopefully, she prayed, it wouldnāt be a big ruckus; not that [F/N] would mind, ever. More so from Xiaoās end.Ā
Being practically dragged up to the balcony by the suddenly overtly strong Paimon, Lumine nearly trampled on her own feet as she could feel her heart palpitate stronger and louder. The heat that rose to her face couldnāt be hidden for any longer, and all she could hope was that Xiao was there, and that all would go well. Why was she soā¦ Nervous? Sheād fought against many monsters, defeated abyss mages, aided in the saving of Dvalin and the defeat of Osial, yet how was a simple opening of her own heart causing such a ruckus within her?
The husky voice of Xiao was unmistakable as they finally reached the balcony, her head turning to her right as she took a deep breath. He seemedā¦ To be calmer, at peace. His voice softer while still speaking in the usual tone she had grown used to. Paimon let go of her hand as she flew ahead, silent for long enough until the adventurer was able to pick up another voice - an unknown one, being a soft and female giggle.Ā
āXiao! Xiao, you in here?ā Paimon called out, rounding up the balcony in search of the adeptus.
In the table in which they stood, the Conqueror of Demons seemingly froze, his eyebrows immediately lowering as a smallest scowl reappeared on his face. He held his child a little tighter, his head turning to gaze to where the known voice had come from. [F/N] followed suit, her head turning before landing on her husband once more, curious over anything else whilst silently inquiring him who it could be - after all, he seemed to know who the voice belonged to. And in most other circumstances, he wouldnāt exactly mind to hear the talkative pixie nor her friend, yet when it came to such sacred time with his familyā¦ He couldnāt help but feel his mood grow sour.Ā
āOh, there you are-!ā Paimon chirped whilst Lumine came right behind her. However, she stopped in place, no longer approaching him. The voice died on her throat before she gazed around, her colorful eyes skipping through the two unknown people.
ā...You two.ā Xiao called out, his body having already turned in his chair while remaining sat still. His hands were holding his son in his lap, who too eyed them still, though his carefree expression deeply differed from the seemingly annoyance Xiao displayed. āWhatās the matter? Is everything alright?ā
āAh, youāreā¦ Accompaniedā¦ā The white haired guide seemed to have suddenly grown embarrassed, her eyebrows furrowing softly as she felt even smaller under the intense gaze the Conqueror of Demons sent their way. ā...S-Sorry, we didnāt know-ā
āDidnāt Verr Goldet tell you?ā Xiao had let out without thinking much, his wife to his side softly muttering his name he cleared his throat. It was only then his face seemingly relaxed, gazing back at her for a mere moment.
āAre they your friends?ā [F/N] smiled kindly, her hands extending briefly before taking their little boy into her arms once more.Ā
ā...Yes.ā Xiao nodded his head. The way his belovedās face lit up was enough to melt him away, finding it outright adorable how she seemed to alwaysā¦ Be happy, whenever he spoke of others he held in high regard. To him it was strange, how she apparently thought it was such a big deal.Ā
āItās alright, go and talk to them! We have the whole night ahead of us,ā [F/N] warmly reassured him, while Xiao attempted to keep the pout from forming on his face. The last thing he wanted to do during his family time was have guests over, but since they probably had gone out of their way to get thereā¦ He didnāt want to cause a bad impression to [F/N], anyway. āWeāll stay here, since we donāt know if itās something private. If not, just look our way and weāll join you straight away!ā
His boy seemed to agree with his motherās statement, babbling on as they both watched Xiao hesitantly get up from his seat. The Adeptus calmly walked their way, his gaze somewhat sharper than what Lumine wouldāve liked. Unlike Paimon, who was still somewhat oblivious, she had already begun to piece the puzzle together - the way he had glanced at that young woman, the way they had been sitting together, the way the little child looked so similar to himā¦ It was difficult to think of any other possibilities.Ā
It was difficult to keep oneself from breaking down at the realization.Ā
ā...Yes, Paimon, Lumine?ā The traveler had been shaken out of her thoughts as his eyes bore into hers, patiently waiting for them to speak up.
āHi Xiao,ā Paimon took the lead upon Lumine taking longer to talk than what she wouldāve guessed. āWe didnāt know you had company, hahaā¦ Soā¦ Who are they?ā
ā...ā It wasnāt as though Xiao himself was exactly bothered with Paimonās general nosiness, more so he was annoyed they had been interrupted for seemingly meaningless banter. Here he was, thinking there was something wrong and his assistance was needed, actually getting up from the table where his family stood to greet them for nothing happening after the fact.Ā
His head turned around to gaze back at his wife, who bounced her leg up and down slightly to amuse their son as he would usually like. Their eyes met, and with the softening way in which he looked at her, [F/N] understood everything was alright. It relieved her to know so, taking the moment to get up and hold their son before approaching them with a kind and sunny smile. Paimon and Lumine watched as they approached, the little younglingās eyes scanning them before landing on the adeptus once more, refusing to look anywhere else after the fact. Up close, it was even more undeniable who exactly the little boy was, his hair color and shape exactly the same as Xiaoās, as well as his little brows who sported a much more relaxed expression.Ā
āHi! Iām [F/N]. Pleased to meet any friends of Xiao.ā [F/N] spoke softly, introducing herself to the pair before her baby was wriggling in a vain attempt to jump out of her arms.
āPapaā¦ā He shyly mumbled, his arms stretching in his direction as he seemingly didnāt give up in his pursuit of remaining in daddyās arms.Ā
Lumine couldnāt help but smile weakly, even as her heart wilted. The image before her wasā¦ Adorable, she couldnāt deny that. The way Xiaoās face gained color, embarrassed by the display of affection to a crowd as his significant other attempted hushing their son from interrupting them. And despite the utter shock she felt from not only realizing Xiao had a lover but also had already formed a family, she couldnāt help but glance at them still.
āItās alright love.ā Xiao murmured, the last word barely above a whisper as his cheeks were by that point the same shade of the jueyun chili. āHere, let me hold him.ā
āAhā¦ Sorry. He really wants daddy time, huh.ā [F/N] laughed softly, carefully letting go of the boy before his arms were wrapped tightly around his fatherās neck, his face nuzzling against him as he hid his gaze from the strangers. The young woman turned to the pair, who remained quiet, an apologetic smile on her face. āI apologize, he can get quite shy around new people.ā
āNo, donāt worry about itā¦ā Paimon let out in struggle, the cogs inside her head nearly visible as she was rather late to the party when it came to figuring out what exactly the relation was here.Ā
āSo,ā Xiao broke the chit chat short, clearing his throat before attempting to beā¦ More courteous. Not for himself, but for his wife. āIs there anything I can help you with? After all, you did call out my name.ā
āAh,ā Suddenly Paimon remembered what the exact initial plan was, panicking inwardly as she floated rather awkwardly around Lumine. The adventurer, on the other hand, seemed outwardly calm, the forced smile on her face remaining. āWell, about that-ā
āWe just thought of passing by to bid our goodbyes,ā Lumine finished it for her, leaving her companion quiet and Xiao somewhat surprised. āSince Liyue is stable now, weāre thinking of continuing our journey towards Inazuma.ā
ā...Oh, I see.ā Xiao responded, tone quiet as he nodded his head gently. āAre you sure youāre ready to leave?ā
āYeah, it wasā¦ About time, anyway.ā Lumine awkwardly laughed, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she averted her gaze for a solid second. āWe still have a lot of questions that need answering.ā
[F/N]ās expression shifted to worry and sorrow, somewhat bummed that they wouldnāt join them for a little longer, or she wouldnāt exactly get to know personally those friends of her husbandās. More so, the concern on her face also extended further to Lumine, something in her gut telling her the young woman before her was hurting deeper than what appeared to be. Call it a woman's intuition.Ā
āI see. Inazumaā¦ Youāll be far away.ā Xiao thought aloud, his arms shifting gently to ensure the comfort of his son as he seemed to calm down in his embrace, lulled to sleep by his husky voice. āStill, if you ever return and need any help, you know how to seek me out.ā
āPlease be safe out there.ā [F/N] added, a soft smile ever present on her face before her gaze jumped between them. āStill, itās getting late for you to begin your journey backā¦ Wonāt it be best to stay the night and leave in the morning?ā
āNo, weāll be fine.ā Lumine shook her head, the bitterness in her tongue being swallowed as she smiled [F/N]ās way. She couldnāt hold anything against the woman in front of her - she was being nothing but kind to them. āIf we get to the Harbor by dawn, all the better.ā
āAhā¦ Alrightā¦ā [F/N] understood, still thinking of ways to help them however she could. āWould you like for me to pack you some food, though? Itās a long way back.ā
Xiao couldnāt help but glance his wifeās way, his gaze softening as the smallest smile rose on his lips. He simply couldnāt have enough of her, not ever, especially when she displayed the same caring nature that had broken down his walls in the first place.
Lumine however, only wanted to leave as soon as possible. āNo, itās alright thank you. Weāll be going now, yes Paimon? Goodbye Xiao, [F/N]. Stay safe.ā
And before the floating pixie could even have a word on the matter, they were already descending the stairs, the young womanās legs sending her flying as her mind blurred to a shapeless stain. Before she even realized they were already far from the Inn, Paimonās soft tone of voice attempting to call her back as she nervously tried to apologize, try to cheer her up, try to distract herā¦
It wasnāt Paimonās fault. Neither of them couldāve known, really. Sheād suggested their visit in high hopes after all, it was alright. She would be alright. After allā¦Ā
The way Xiao smiled so softly. The way he glanced at [F/N] in such a matter, the way he held the young boy with such care. He looked happy. He was happy. And even if it wasnāt with herā¦ Lumine was sure one day, the sorrow would subside and substitute itself with happiness for him.Ā
summary: youāve not seen your boyfriend in a while, so when you call his name heās ready to pleaseĀ
pairing: xiao x afab! reader (no pronouns used)
warnings: nsfw/ minors dni, very soft, some good olā love making, f! masturbation, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), mating press, unprotected sex (stay safe everyone!), marking if you squint
this is a repost because i'm moving my nsfw works onto this blog!!
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The bed felt cold as you tried to get comfortable underneath the covers. But without the familiar weight of two strong arms wrapping around your waist, you just kept tossing and turning.
When was the last time you could spend some quality time with your boyfriend, let alone could get lost in each otherās touch? With the Lantern Rite upon you, more and more evil spirits found their way onto the mortal plane and Xiao was out hunting them down near constantly. You understood, of course. Liyueās safety was the top priority and youād never fault him for doing his Morax- sworn dutyā¦
But you were needy, so incredibly needy.
It started when you came home from your commissions, exhausted and in dire need of a bath. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the tiny hope that Xiao would be there to greet you had taken root. Instead of the adeptus, you were merely met with silence and an empty house.
With a sigh, you drew yourself a bath and rooted through your closet for some comfortable clothes. Pretty quickly your fingers closed around familiar fabric and a tug later you held one of Xiaoās shirts in your handsā¦ Heād forgive you, you decided. You needed the comfort of his scent around you now.
After soaking in the warm water until your fingers turned slightly pruney and drying yourself off, you slipped his shirt on and melted into the soft material. You decided to call it a day and got ready for bed without any rush. When you slid under the covers, there was still no trace of Xiao, so with a sigh you closed your eyes.
Just for sleep not to find you. In the pale moonlight of your bedroom, your thoughts kept drifting to your boyfriend and although it started very innocently, they soon spiralled into territory that wouldāve made the elders in town gasp in indignance. And before you even considered stopping yourself, your hands started to wander.
You barely applied any pressure with your fingertips, your touch merely a whisper as Xiao appeared before your mindās eye. The way heād trace the sensitive areas of your body, worshipping you as if you were the most delicate flower and paying attention to how you reacted to his every action.
Heād lean down to whisper in your ear, his breath fanning your cheek as he told you to relax, leave it all to him, let him take care of you. Slightly dipping your fingers into the waistband of your pants, you slid them back up your stomach, the cold sensation of your fingers making goosebumps rise in their wake and pulling the hem of Xiaoās shirt up a few centimetres.
As you pinched one of your hardening nipples and gave it a light tug to feebly imitate the way heād close his lips around it, lightly gracing his sharp teeth along your flesh, you could almost see his amber eyes gazing down at you, drinking in the sight in front of him. The mere fantasy of him so close to you again had your thighs rubbing together in search of some friction. You shuddered at the memory of him kissing down the valley of your breasts, mapping the planes of your abdomen with his lips even if he already knew every curve of your body.
At this point, you couldnāt tease yourself any further. It had been too long since you felt the pleasure of his attention and you were craving to release some of this tension. Unceremoniously, you stripped out of your pants and settled on top of the sheets before dragging your fingertips up the inside of your thighs.
There was already a wet patch forming on your panties as you teased your fingers over your slit. Xiaoās absence had made you so sensitive, the featherlight touch was enough to have your legs twitching, a little bit of pressure against your neglected clit enough to have you gasping for air.Ā
Impatiently, you slid the obstructing material down your legs, feeling your slick connect to the seat of the panties before snapping against your skin as the garment was left to hang from one of your ankles.Ā
Collecting some of your arousal with your middle finger, you ran it through your folds before pushing past the muscles of your entrance. For the first initial moments it felt good as you slowly worked the digit in and out of you but it quickly turned out to be not nearly enough to stimulate you.
Perhaps Xiaoās attentive care had spoiled you rotten and ruined you for everyone else, even yourself, but sooner rather than later you added a second finger. Finally, you felt yourself stretch just a little as more slick coated the palm of your hand but you still couldn't reach quite as far as your boyfriendās skilled fingers could; not to mention, how heavenly the strokes of his dick felt against your velvety walls.
The effort of trying to bring yourself to the edge of pleasure had you panting just a bit but it became pretty clear you needed more stimulation than just your digits pumping rhythmically in and out of you. So, as your free hand found its way back under your shirt to massage the fat of your tit, your thumb clumsily rubbed little circles over your clit. While it wasnāt quite the same, it still had one or the other moan spill from your lips as you felt a familiar coil tighten in your stomach.Ā
Under your passionate touches, your spine slightly arched off the mattress as you clenched your eyes shut, picturing before you sweat-slicked teal bangs and sharply bright eyes. In anticipation of teeth gracing your pulse point and lips wrapping around the sensitive area below your throat, you craned your neck and threw your head back to give your imaginary partner easy access to do as he pleased. Before it registered in your mind, a single breathy syllable passed your lips and lingered in the air andā¦
āXiao~ā
The effect was instantaneous. Your general state of pleasure made you unaware of the black and green smoke at the end of your bed, the cutting glare scanning the room for enemies before widening at the sight in front of him.
In a motion very unlike him, the jade spear slipped from his grasp and clattered obnoxiously on the floor, alerting you to the presence of someone else there with you. Desperately, your mind tried to catch up to what was happening but before you could fully blink into consciousness, a familiar weight had already straddled your waist and a gloved hand cradled your neck to lead you into a searing kiss.
Under normal circumstances, Xiao wouldnāt have been so rash but really, the prolonged withdrawal from you also took a toll on him. And then, to be suddenly presented with the most sinful view of all, his patience ran thin. From his vantage point, he could see the shaking of your thighs, the curve of your chest and, most importantly of all, your fingers desperately working that glistening pussy of yours. All of this, as he now noted, while dressed merely in his shirt, staking his involuntary but not unwelcome claim over you.
āXiao?ā You broke away from his kiss to allow your lungs some air. āWhat are you doing here? I thought you were-ā
āYou called me,ā he merely stated. āAnd now Iām here to please you.ā
āYou really donāt have to,ā you said, yet still linked your hands behind his head and pulled him down to bridge the gap between you again.
āBut I want to,ā he whispered against the corner of your mouth, his thighs meeting the back of yours as he leaned over you. āBeing away from you for so long was hard on me too.ā
Gently but deliberately, Xiao caught the wrist of your hand that was fingering your core and brought it up to his mouth as he sat back on his haunches before wrapping his lips around your coated fingers. Whilst his tongue swirled around your digits, you could feel his sharp teeth graze your skin, teasing you by pretending to bite down. You knew he would never hurt you but feeling their sharp edges press into the pads of your fingers as he sucked the last of your arousal off of them made adrenaline course through your veins and the hairs in the back of your neck rise.
āI almost forgot how good you taste,ā he groaned, golden eyes fluttering closed. Then, the yakshaās weight lifted off of you as you felt the mattress dip under the shift of his weight. Your breath got caught in your throat as he guided your legs to rest on his shoulders, slipping your panties off your ankle and curling his arms around your thighs to keep you open for him. Xiao closely studied how your soaked pussy clenched under his gaze and in one swift motion, he pulled his gloves off with his teeth and discarded them. Lightly tracing through your folds, he mumbled more so for himself, āSo prettyā¦ā
āXiao,ā you moaned, thighs twitching in his hold as he blew a puff of air against your core. āPlease touch me, I really need you.ā
There was no need to tell him twice. With fervour, he licked a fat stripe up your pussy, his tongue flicking deliciously against your clit before diving straight into your fluttering hole. Despite the long absence, Xiao still knew your body like the back of his hand. In no time, your body was twisting on the bed as whines and whimpers spilled freely into the nightās air, spurring him on to tighten his grip on you.Ā
Normally, heād shush you softly, reprimanding you to keep still so he could continue pleasing you. But today he just let you writhe under the assault of his tongue as he watched the euphoria cross your face. The vibration of his groans as you pulled him closer by his teal locks felt heavenly, the sensitivity from your lost orgasm still drumming through your veins.
The attention of his mouth shifted to your clit, wrapping his lips around the little nub and gently sucking on it as his fingers replaced his tongue. You could see the muscles in his arms flex with every movement against you and it sent more heat straight to your core. In an act of desperate selfishness, your heels pressed into his shoulder blades as your toes curled to ride out your approaching high on his scissoring digits. The sound of you chanting his name over and over as your pussy clenched down on him had his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress to alleviate some of his need.
āXiao, Iām so close,ā you whined. āPlease keep going.ā
Curling his fingers forward into the spongy spot which made you see stars, he coaxed your orgasm out of you, greedily drinking up all your juices and not letting a single drop go to waste while you twisted your hands tighter into his hair.
Through the fog of pleasure you vaguely realised Xiao lifting himself off of you but before you could calm your breathing, he had already resumed sitting between your legs. With the ghost of a trace, his knuckles ran over your temple, pushing matted hair out of eyes. You repaid his gesture in kind, raking your nails over his scalp as he pressed caring kisses against your still racing pulsepoint, leaving faint hues of purples and reds to decorate the canvas that was your neck and shoulder.
āHow are you feeling, love?ā He whispered, deft hands massaging the flesh of your thighs which were caging in his slim waist. āDo you wish to continue?ā
Bucking your hips up into his, earning groans from both of you, you chuckled breathlessly. āXiao, I swear to the Archons, if you donāt fill me upā¦ā
āI recall a certain human saying,ā he mirrored your playful grin, āwarning mortals to be careful what they wish for.ā
Any form of witty remark died in your mouth as his fingers dug back into the flesh of your thighs as his warm length dragged through your folds, coating himself in your slick and his precum. The sensation of his cockhead catching your clit on every upward motion had you choking back whimpers as the knot in your stomach started tightening again.
As much as Xiao was awed by the sight of tears of pleasure watering your lash line, his patience was wearing incredibly thin and the need to be buried in you was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.Ā
āAre you ready, dear?ā
āYes, Xiao,ā your need evident in those eyes he could lose himself in, āplease make us feel good.āĀ
Lifting one hand off your leg, he aligned himself with your entrance before slowly pushing in. Even after all this time, Xiao still stretched you so well; just the mushroom tip had you gripping the sheets like a lifeline. Yet, you still encouraged your partner to keep going deeper until, eventually, he was buried balls deep inside.
After giving you some much needed time to adjust to his cock resting inside of your walls, Xiao started pulling out a little and thrusting back in without any rush, setting a slow but deep pace which had you feeling every vein decorating his shaft. The more your sweet noises increased in volume, the more strength he put into the movements of his hips, knocking the wind out of your lungs.
In one fluid motion, your legs were hoisted back over his shoulder as the adeptus leaned more of his weight on you and pressed your thighs towards your chest with his body alone. With his hands now free, Xiao could reach around your intertwined bodies to pin your wrists down against the sheets, which were now freed of the deathgrip you had on them.Ā
Somehow, this position always made him reach so much deeper than before, your cunt spasming around his dick when his pelvis ground against your clit. In combination with how effortlessly he seemed to hit all your sensitive spots, it had your back arching into his touch and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. And, as if to seal your fate completely, Xiao dove down to lock your lips and steal all remaining air from your lungs.Ā
āYouāre taking me so well,ā he praised, finally slightly out of breath as well, as he smeared a messy kiss against your forehead. āI missed you so much.ā
āMissed you too,ā you sobbed into his shoulder as another wave of pleasure licked up your spine and set your veins ablaze. āIāmā¦ not gonna lastā¦ā
āNeither,ā he panted, āIām almost there, love.ā
Bringing one of your linked hands up, he pressed a quick peck onto your knuckles before letting go and letting his fingers drift back to your sweat-slicked chest, pushing his shirt up to expose your breasts to the nightās air. Rolling one nipple between his thumb and index finger, he engulfed the other in the warmth of his mouth and lavished it in the attention of his tongue.Ā
Meanwhile, your free hand was slung over his back to keep him close. On a particularly well angled thrust, however, you dug your fingernails into his skin, no doubt leaving some nasty half moons to decorate his shoulder blade. The low grunt against your tit and the twitch of his cock against your insides had your core tightening, clamping down on him like a vice. You were sure there was no need in telling him, no doubt he was already well aware, and stillā¦
āIām close, Xiao,ā bounced off the walls, flowing into the symphony of lewd noises filming the room as your lover readjusted his grip on your trembling thighs.
āThatās it, let go,ā he breathed quietly, yet you still heard him so clearly. āCum for me, love.ā
With his encouragement you fell off the edge, lightning shooting through your limbs and stars dancing before your eyes. Chasing his own high and fucking you through yours, Xiao straightened up and held your legs down with his hands again, watching your marked up breasts bounce with each thrust whilst the rhythmic pulse of your walls encouraged him to spill deep inside of you.
And that was just what he did.
Comfortingly familiar warmth flooded your insides as your partner sloppily rode out his orgasm before slumping forward into your embrace. Your hand stroked calmingly along the length of his spine as you felt his cock softening inside of you with a last few twitches.
āI love you,ā you mumbled sleepily, stifling a yawn against his shoulder. Now, with your energy spent and your belovedās arms holding you, it was getting harder and harder to fight off the tempting pull of sleep.
Careful not to disturb you too much, Xiao slowly pulled out and watched his cum drip from your hole. On other nights, the sight might have made him pounce on you again but this time, he simply wanted to lie next to you as you fell asleep in his embrace. Giving each knee a sweet kiss, he set them down and stretched them out gently before sliding next to you and pulling the covers over you. Heād clean you up later, he promised as he guided your head to rest against his chest. For the time being, Xiao just wanted to hold you close.
āI love you, too.ā And with that, he sent you off into the sweetest of dreams.
??idk ur a god and u rescued xiao from his old master. and so he loves u. And i dont understand tenses. its 1:40 am here gn
cw: kissing, a little power imbalance(?) xiao being So dramatic and also obsessed with you. but not in a weird violent way but in a i would die for you and also respect your boundaries! way
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He loved you so much.
Anything you asked of him, heād do. You didnāt need him, really, but you still let him be around you. It wasnāt something he understood, but he wouldnāt dare question it; because despite his desire to be perfect for you, he couldnāt help this selfishness. If you realized you didnāt need him around, there was no telling what that would do to him. He needed you. He adored you.
And yetā
He couldnāt do what you were asking of him.
"Xiao, please kiss me."
Youād never told him what you wanted before. Instead of commanding him like you should, it was always optional. You never forced him to do anything. Even now, as you told him what you wanted for the first time, you didnāt demand it.
But defiling you in such a way was nearly sacrilegious. No matter how tantalizing your lips looked, or how much he wanted to devour themā
No, he couldnāt do it.
Why were you tempting him?
Still, you looked him straight in the eye, pinning him in place with your gaze so he couldnāt look away.
"Iām going to kiss you, Xiao. Push me away."
He could feel himself trembling as he watched you move in closer, closer, closerā
How could anyone resist you?
He couldnāt help the way his hands gripped your sides to pull you closer to him. He couldnāt help the way his mouth responded to yours, opening immediately to let your tongue inside.
Xiao feels the way your fingers curl against the nape of his neck to play with his hair and he whines into your mouth, pressing himself into you as much as he possibly can. He can hear himself panting embarrassingly and thereās spit threatening to drip off his chin, but he canāt bring himself to care right now. The sounds heās making are greedily swallowed by you as you press back with equal fervour.
His pants are getting louder now, and he can feel heat beginning to curl in his stomach. Silently, he begs for more, unaware of the way his hips are moving against yours.
More. More. More. Moreā
When you pull away, he unconsciously follows your lips for more, brain still dazedly focused on you and the sensations you give him.
It takes him several seconds to realize his utter disrespect, and his cheeks burn hot as he realizes what heād just done.
Before he could open his mouth to say a word, however, you gently cover his mouth with your hand.
"Donāt speak, Xiao. Itās alright."
It didnāt make sense. You were so confusing, just as always. Everything you said and did was so backwards. He could not understand you.
But you said it was alright, soā¦ it was alright.
I just went nuts reading all your arranged marriage tropes, they're so fucking good!! Would you ever write one for Xiao?
Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope
Xiao x Reader
A/N: OMGG Thank you!!!!! I'm glad you like them hehe,, YES I WOULD!!! I did write one for Xiao and here it is as a 'happy birthday xiao' post!!! He's my special triple-crowned ray of sunshine!!!!
WC - 1,313
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āIām going to the harbor today-ā With half of your body out the front door, it completely shocks you to see the yaksha teleport from his place at the table to stand in front of you outside.Ā
āNo.ā The firm rebuttal is all Xiao settles for and he can tell that it doesnāt satisfy you in the least.Ā
āNo?ā You push back, purposely closing the front door behind you as you step outside with your husband. Now, youāre almost entirely pressed up against his chest and pinned back against the wooden door. Deep down, you wish this had some effect on him but you know it does not.Ā
In the handful of months you have been married to the immortal, youāve discovered just how reserved he is. Xiao never lets his guard down around you, never lets himself falter in any sense of the way. He always appears to be looking past you instead of at you.
āIām busy today,ā His voice is soft, almost too quiet as it barely reaches your ears.Ā
āI can find my own way there. Iāve done it before,ā Your attempt at offering him a reassuring smile is pathetic, your lips quiver into a frown. āI will be back before sunset.āĀ
āSunset,ā Xiao repeats and you watch as he glances up at the sun rising into the sky. By your own guess, you still have over half a day until the sun descends once again. He looks confused with the idea and internally thinks about it as his brows furrow together.Ā
Patiently you wait until he steps to the side, moving out of your way.Ā
You nearly cheer at the victory and skip all the way to the harbor.Ā
āWait.ā Xiao tightly grabs your wrist, underneath the fabric of your loose top. The feeling of his gloved hand against your bare skin is hot, it practically burns you. Your husband hands you your basket with a remorseful look toward the ground.Ā
Youāre used to Xiao always looking like that, pitiful.Ā
Regardless, you brave him one more reassuring smile (one he does not look at) before walking in the direction of the harbor. A path that you follow every month and safely execute every single time.Ā
Itās a shame that today of all days, a group of hilichurls decided to camp on that path.Ā
You meant to go around them and walk a different way home but, you were spotted before you could think. All you can remember is the handful of monsters running towards you, knocking you to the ground as your basket fell with a thump. All of its contents now spilled. The way that you landed was wrong and your ability to stay calm is nowhere to be seen. Itās embarrassing how quickly you give in to your husbandās demands of reaching out to him.Ā
You canāt stop the way your heart yearns for him.Ā
āXiao,ā Your call for the yaksha leaves your lips as a whisper, barely louder than the breeze rustling through the leaves. Still, itās loud enough for the adeptus to hear and he appears before you within a second. You barely have time to blink but, there he is.Ā
Xiao quickly looks around at the hilichurls surrounding you, his eyes zone in on the way youāre clutching your ankle. Anything after that fades into darkness as the edges of his vision turn white.Ā
You watch, speechless, as his spear appears out of thin air and a heavy mask covers his face. Plunge after plunge, spears spurt out of the ground and knock the various monsters off of their feet. Horror starts to wash over you as you notice them falling limp to the ground but even then theyāre still not safe from your husbandās wrath. Back and forth, he darts between their bodies and pierces them through his jade spear. Only when his anger is satiated, he finally stops.Ā
Xiaoās chest rises and falls quickly, sucking in short breaths as he surveys the rest of the area around the two of you. He grimaces at the scene.Ā
Your husband takes a step toward you, every fiber of his being begs to be near you but he doesnāt give in to that desire. Xiao spins on his heels and turns away from you, arms tightly crossed over his chest as he begins to walk further away. He canāt be around you like this, with the weight of his sins dragging him lower to the ground with each step that he takes.Ā
You watch him pace quietly, you watch in silence. Never did you imagine that the adeptus cared for you so strongly, for him to lose control of himself in a fight like that. Calling what you saw a 'fightā is an understatement. It was entirely one-sided, the hilichurls who made the grave mistake of passing you never stood a chance.Ā
āXiao,ā You call out to him again and this time, your voice is louder than before. His pacing comes to an abrupt stop and heās in front of you before you can even process it. The spear falls to the ground beside you as his hands go to grab your face. Unlike his earlier movements, his touch is now gentle. Xiao is entirely soft with you as he runs his hands down to your shoulders, cupping your bicep, before landing on your swollen ankle.Ā
The grimace on his face only grows harder, eyebrows furrowed in worry as his lips press into a hard line. Before he gets the chance to apologize, you stop him.
āItās okay, please donāt worry,ā Youāre wrong to ask this of him. How can he not worry about you? If only his friends could see him now.
The conqueror of demons bewitched by a mere mortal, a simple human.Ā What would they think?
Xiao doesnāt care, he never would as he gently knocks his forehead against your own, his focus entirely on you.Ā
It seems you don't understand him at all as you stare at him now. His breathing is still quick, chest rising up and down with each inhale.
"It's alright," You softly hover your hands over his wrists before wrapping your fingers around the limb. "I'm sorry for worrying you." Xiao looks as if he winces at your words, nose slightly twitching before his expression falls flat again. You're used to this emotionless look.
But, his eyes now seem softer. His eyes hold emotion that you didn't even know was possible. Genuine care, worry, it's all there. Who knew all you had to do was stare at him to understand his feelings?
"Be more careful next time," He tries to come off as harsh, words slightly nipping at your cheeks but you fight it off with a small smile. The tight hold he still has on you and the feeling of his close proximity make it hard to take his lecturing seriously. "I want you to stay safe."
If you could kiss him you would, you could easily do it right now. All it would take to complete the action would be a slight tilt of your head but, you refuse to take advantage of the situation. With Xiao still winded, you don't want to catch him off guard. But, that doesn't stop you from brushing your lips against his cheek. It's an innocent gesture that immediately makes his cheeks turn bright red as a blush dusts over his skin.
Xiao's eyebrows furrow together as he stares at you and he almost looks as if he is trying to shrink in on himself while he tries to fight off the blush. He heavily contemplates his next words before shyly looking at you, except, there is nothing that resembles timidness in his eyes.
It's entirely hunger and with a soft voice, he calls out to you (pleads with you).
You jolted when Al-haitham thrusted up into you again, making you lean your head limp on his shoulder as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. He had you in a full- nelson in front of a huge mirror, making you watch while he abused your puffy little cunt. His strong arms were hooked under your knees, pushing your legs back almost to your bouncing breasts as he plunged thick girth as deep as it could go. He knew it wasn't the best position for trying and making a baby but he didn't mind too much, not when you look so fucking delicious taking his cock like this. "Rub yourself for me, play with that pretty clit," Al-haitham grunted, now biting your earlobe. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you complied to his demand, the knot in your stomach too close to snapping in half. You squealed when Al-haitham thrusted into you faster, close to reaching his peak as he ordered you to rub yourself faster, harder. Your jaw slacked open when you finally reached your breaking point, gushing all over Al-haithams cock. He moaned out from the tightness, releasing his thick load into you, filling you with his warmth. You both panted while trying to catch your breath, until he smirked and spoke into your ear--
"Ready for round two?"
ZHONGLI
You didn't know too much about Dragon heats or ruts but that's okay, you didn't have to. Not when you were too busy getting your guts re-arranged by Zhongli. Your legs were hiked over his shoulders as he rutted into the heat of your wet cunt, making an obscene noise every time he slammed his hips against yours. But even while absolutely destroying your cunt, he held your hand gently, intertwining his fingers with your much delicate and smaller ones as he panted out words of encouragement and praise that had you creaming around his cock even more. He could see a bulge appearing in your stomach every time he thrusted into your welcoming cunt, making him groan with a need to breed, breed and breed. "Gonna make you a mommy, dear. Would you l-like- fuck- that? Yeah?" You gasped and threw your head back when he palmed the bulge in your tummy, god he was so big. He leaned in close to your ear, a low growl forming in his throat as his grip on you tightened-
"Can't wait to fill you up and make you my little wife. You're going to carry my children like the good little wife you are, aren't you?"
DILUC
You were taking care of Klee for the day, as everyone else was busy with their own work and you just happened to be free! Klee also loved you a lot, you were just amazing to play with, bless that child. But what you didn't notice is Diluc's burning gaze on you as you interacted with the sweet little girl. You'd make a wonderful mother, really.
That's why you were pushed into a mating-press that night, the candlelight illuminating your soft figure against Diluc's big and built one. He pinned your legs against your chest, making it hard to breathe and revealing your sopping cunt to him, he could see everything. You whined when he slid his hardened cock over your folds, coating himself with your sweet essence. He pulled back slightly and lined his blunt head with your clenching and unclenching entrance, pushing only the head in and tipping his head back with a low groan. He waited a few moments then buried himself to the hilt, making you gasp and clench his cock so fucking deliciously, he could almost taste his orgasm coming already. But he had to wait, he needed you to cum first. He reached a hand down to play with your swollen clit while pounding into you-
"Cum for me, baby, won't you? 'need you to cum right fucking now, 'gonna cream on this cock so nicely, yeah?"
XIAO
You gripped the sheets tighter when Xiao thrusted into you roughly, his hips smacking against your ass. A hand splayed across your lower back, arching it even further as you babbled nonsense about how it was too much- or he was gonna break you. It was ear he couldn't hear you, not when your pussy was gripping his cock so fucking nicely. He had to claim you as his. He had to mold your little cunt to the shape of his cock. What better way to mark you than stuff you with his cum? He groaned at the thought of you walking around with a swollen belly, carrying his children. You vaguely remember Zhongli warning you about Xiao's ruts. You shouldn't have underestimated how fucking needy he could get. He was too out of it to hear your muffled cries and begs for him to slow down. He needed to breed you. Eventually your knees gave out and you fell on the mattress, body still bouncing upwards from the yaksha's brutal thrusts.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck- you're mine. All fucking mine. You got that? I'm gonna stuff you full, ju- agh!- just you fucking wait."
CHILDE
You squealed when Childe shoved his cock back into your sopping, overstimulated hole. He hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them all the way back, putting all of his bodyweight on your poor, writhing form as your eyes rolled back. You had just come down from an orgasm when Childe started again. He was determined to make you a mommy, fill you up so much that it overflows. Your stomach had a small bulge from the sheer amount of cum this man had fucked into you. But alas, he still wasn't satisfied. He had been fucking you for so long that a white ring had formed on his cock, your cunt milking him for all his worth. His lips formed a crazed grin as he loomed over your almost passed-out form.
"Don't tell me you're already tired, pretty girl. We still have a long way to go."
AYATO
When you brought up the subject of having a child to Ayato, he was over the moon. You knew you both would be great parents. He had taken you out that day. He took a day off of work to take you around Inazuma and have a great time. But once you got home, let's just say things...escalated.
"Can't- can't take more, please- Ayato!" You sobbed out, fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks as Ayato only tsked, slapping your ass harshly as he continued thrusting into your abused and battered cunt. You buried your face into the pillow, tears staining the pillowcase. Ayato smirked and pulled your head back by your hair while delivering a particularly hard thrust, shushing your cries of pain and pleasure as he smoothed a gloved hand down your arched back then- slap! His hand collided with the soft flesh of your ass, the stinging pain ripping another orgasm out of you while you shook violently in your husband's hold. Your cunt creamed all over his cock, making him grunt and thrust into you harder, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, darl'. Gonna give you so much of my cum that you'll feel empty without it. Would you like that, slut?"
Ā·Ė ą¼āĀ· ĶĶĶĶź°ā³ Summary: You are exhausted to the bone from clearing monsters the past few weeks and also making sure everyone in the harbor is safe. Your spouse Xiao has taken notice and decided to help you out...
Ā·Ė ą¼āĀ· ĶĶĶĶź°ā³ Warnings: Fem!Reader, Oral sex (Fem Receiving), Praise/Slight Degration (if you squint), fingering, nipple play, marking, penetration, body worship, mating press, mentions of breeding, OOC Xiao, etc (may have missed some things).
Being an Adeptus means being and having a lot of things. You are much more powerful than mortal beings. Having immense stamina and physical strength that is beyond them. But that didn't mean they couldn't get tired.
Despite claiming that they had no need for rest, Xiao knew that even the strongest warriors from him to Rex Lapis needed rest. That is why ever since you, his beautiful and sweet wife- whom he has been married to for over millennia, started to hunch over and sigh from exhaustion.
That is simply not allowed, he refuses for his beloved to be troubled by anything whether it's demons or the evil clutches of exhaustion. At first, he wanted you to come to him or call out his name so he could help you but as time went by you never had and you became more and more exhausted. Realizing this, he knew he would have to be the one to confront you about it.
He would make you relax whether you like it or not. Which is why he had something special planned when he called you when the moon was high in the sky.
You stood on the balcony, hands clasped together behind your back as you waited for your spouse to come and see you.
Before you left in the morning, Xiao had asked for you to meet him on the balcony at night. This piqued your curiosity, to say the least considering your husband would not beat around the bush often. If he wanted something he would either wait for you to figure it out or be direct about it, no other way around it. So to be asked to wait here for him was rather odd.
You stare out at the view with a small smile, despite seeing it every other day it seems to never get old no matter how many times you look at it.
"You're here." A calm and slightly raspy voice was heard from behind you, yet you weren't startled in the slightest. Being the wife of a yaksha meant having to get used to him teleporting to you anytime and anywhere.
You gently smiled at him, the moon shining high behind you giving both you and Xiao an ethereal glow that seemed to be out of a fairy tale. Xiao couldn't help the tiny amount of pink that dusted his cheeks when he saw how lovely you looked in the moonlight, you, of course, thought the same of Xiao.
How could you not, the iridescence of his skin seemed to glow with such beauty that it almost felt like a sin to touch it with how pure and lovely it looked. You snapped out of your thoughts when he looked at you with his perfect brows furrowed.
He placed a pale gloved hand on your cheek causing you subconsciously to lean into it placing your own over it. Even through his mismatched gauntlet, you could feel the warmth from his touch hands. You felt your cheeks heat up when he looked at you with such softness, a look of adoration that he only used with you.
"My love, you're over working yourself... again." Xiao muttered in a soft tone that he only ever used for you. Such sides of an adeptus are, in Xiao's mind at least, embarrassing and shameful, yet such modesty was something he had let go when he married the woman in front of him.
You bit your lip lightly and lowered your head, a shadow casting over your eyes as they watered slightly. The tears of frustration and shame form yet don't fall as stutters bubble up in your throat.
" I-I know Xiao, but an Adeptus doesn't need-"
"Qixing, you are going to relax whether you like it or not..." The voice of the yaksha deepens at the end, becoming husky causing a shiver to run down your spine. Hot breath tickled your ear as his teeth lightly grazed the shell of your ear.
"And if not, I will have to make you submit to me, my love..."
Whines and moans filled with lust filled the room, being fueled by desire. Sitting on the conqueror of demons' laps is only something you felt in your night fantasies during heat or when you made love with your husband under the moon.
The upper portion of your silk robe glided across the arms of your skin and off your shoulders, now hanging off the junction of your curved elbows, allowing the cool air to nip your skin and your breasts full access for his hands. The bottom of the robe bunched up at your waist, allowing a complete view of your sex which was now filled with slim pale fingers.
A blush stronger than the brightest of silk flowers in their full bloom appeared on the apples of your cheeks, matching the red splotches left as marks by Xiao. Softly biting into your soft skin before letting go and continuing to grope your tit as his fingers plunged further into your warm, wet, hole causing your head to drop back onto his naked shoulder.
"X-xiao~AH!! F-feel 's good! F-f-faster~ah!"
Your words came out as broken moans and slurs. The dark-haired man only let out a hum, following your command as he sped up his pace. He worshipped your body and beauty more than he did Rex Lapis. Every gentle kiss to every mark was all for you.
" X-XIAO~ā”!!! I-I'm -ngh- gonna c-cu-"
Suddenly Xiao ripped his finger out of you, causing you to whine at the emptiness you felt only to be cut off his lips, soft as the petals of his favorite flower, you could taste sweet syrup and almonds as his tongue intertwined with yours.
His faintly scarred hands trailed from your tits to your waist, savoring the shiver your body did as his chilled hands slid down your hot skin laying you down on the bed. Slipping his mouth away from yours, a huff could be heard from his nose as he saw you faintly chase his lips but was too dizzy to do so, one might think it was of mockery but as his wife you knew it was one of amusement.
Feeling his lips pecking fleeting kisses all over your body, teasing your breasts and circling your nipples with his tongue making you sigh in ecstasy before making his way down further to your nether region.
Nipping at the soft, silky skin of your inner thighs and making way to the spot you most desired, and waited in anticipation for the scream of pleasure only to feel him turn his attention to your other thigh, leaving rosy blotches that are glazed over saliva. You could see the twinkle of mirth swimming in his cat-like eyes
"P-please X-xiao, don't t-tease me a-anymore,"
Your broken sobs and pleas made the Adeptus smirk with hunger as he lifted his face to look up at you.
"As you wish, my love."
Xiao slid down your body once more to come face to face with your cunt. He almost let out a moan when he took in the full view of your flower, possessively drinking the sight of what was his, his cheeks tinting red from the sight alone. Archons, how did I get so lucky... those were the words floating through his head. He wanted to fuck you then and there but he was always one to uphold his words.
And oh did he do so...
Your back immediately arched when you felt the hot wet muscle slide against your folds, a scream-like moan ripping out from your vocal cords. Your hands grip the dark and teal hair that covers the very bottom of your stomach as Xiao buries himself in your soft rose.
Your head began to spin as you felt his tongue swirl around your puffy bundle of nerves, flicking across your slit. You felt vibrations course through your bones as you felt him mumble a moan of delight at the taste of your fluids, causing another groan of pleasure to leave your swollen lips.
Xiao brought a hand to your folds and separated them, allowing him to have access to your pearl, causing him to lick and flick it making you tense up and gasp, arching your back even more and moaning louder as he suck on the small ball.
Tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks as you choked sobs, feeling the knot in your stomach untwined and your juices splash into his mouth. Your cheeks redden even more as you could have sworn you heard slurping the fluids your body. Eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull, drool pooling at the side of your mouth.
Xiao lifted his head, his devilish tongue peeked from the side of his mouth licking up your pollen before licking the drool at side of your mouth. Gently crashing his lips against yours you submitted yourself before you felt something entering you, disconnecting your lips as you closed your eyes and moan.
Xiao knew your body far to well to leave you hanging. Yet despite being with you for thousand years he still couldnāt help but moan that the warmth he felt when you both made love.
His head spun with lust, gilded eyes glazed over with desire and love, lost within a roses haze. Softly kissing your jaw as he waited for you to adjust, he would never want to hurt his precious angel.
After a few minutes of kissing and groping, you jerked your hips up causing both of you to moan. Xiao took that as his signal and started to thrust within you, a mantra of moans spilled from your lips.
Pleasure prickled up your backs and into your skull. Griping onto his arms as you wrapped you legs around his hips, digging your heels into his back bring him closer to you.
āA-archons, you are s-so tightā¦ s-so soft, so w-warm,ā
You whines at his words, tightening around his cock making his shutter and smirk in satisfaction. You were completely submitting to him. Your expression held nothing but undying ecstasy, pupils shaped like hearts as you kissed his neck, making your own marks.
āOh my, Xiao~ ā”ā
The breathy words slurred from your mouth made something within Xiao snap. Grabbing your legs, he placed the up against you chest as his thrusts start to becoming much sloppier and faster.
Many more moans and could be heard as you felt the familiar knot coil in your stomach. Xiao drew his hand down to your clit and groped it.
āSuch a good girl, letting me use you like a little toy, letting me fuck the stress out of you, you want this didnāt you,ā
Xiao husky voice whispers in your ear, hot breath hitting your neck as he licked your lobe. Moaning at his words your body began to twitch.
āX-XIAO, Iām~agh gonna~ngh, c-cu-ā
āCum for me, Darling~,ā
And just like that you did, letting the knot unravel, a creaming ring staining his member as hot white ropes shot out of Xiaoās dick.
You collapsed on the bed, chest heaving up and down as Xiao flipped both of you over, you cheek hitting his toned chest.
Sighing through your nose you smiled as Xiao sat up and leaned against the headboard but looked at you a smirk as he brought your face close to his.
āQixing, pick a number between 1 and 10.ā
Furrowing your brows you tiled your head and looked at him in confusion but answer anyway.
ā6?ā
A smirk that could be compared to the devil itself creeped its way onto Xiao face. You are about to get up and ask what was going up but was cut off but a thrust making you gasp a moan.
āAlrigh, 6 more rounds to go. What did you really think I was done? You came twice while I only came once. Itās only fair to return the favor my love. I am going to breed you until you wonāt know how to say anything other than my name~ ā”ā
if you asked cyno any childish question relating to romance, be it a crush or if he's ever had a partner at all, the most you get is a blank stare. for someone with a sharp man, the only time he'll ever let you call him dense is when it comes to romance.
because even he can't deny it, he's a loser when it comes to romance.
and when he defends himself on that topic, saying he has at least tried to find a partner before, you can believe him because he has tried. but no one really liked tcg and horrendously timed puns as much as him, poor guy.
sometimes, he's actually rather bitter about his failed attempts at romance, and opts to curse old pal cupid even when they had nothing to do with it.
hey stupid cupid, stop being stupid and make this romance thing work for me.
but, said cupid seemed to take pity on him, and shot an arrow right through his heart the day you were introduced to his life. to say it was love at first sight, well cyno wouldn't really disagree at this point.
" . . . and this, this is cyno. he considers himself the funniest in our group," kaveh snickers at the last few words as he waves two arms in front of cyno to lend your attention to him, "we believe we're entitled to our own opinions, even when some aren't the best." kaveh laughed to himself about his side comment, earning a blank stare from the shorter male, who then looked to you with a completely different look ā a look of timidity and hesitation, tossing you a soft but noticeable smile, one of which you returned with your own.
"i'm fond of those with humor, it's a pleasure to meet you, cyno." you extended a hand out for him, waving kaveh off as he gave up in nagging you to go meet the others with him first, opting to lean back on a desk in impatience. cyno nodded at your words, very slowly shaking your hand - goodness, your skin was very pleasant to the touch - and parting his lips to reply, "the pleasure is all mine," with the next words, he swears his lips moved on their own, "a new face, especially one as attractive as yours, is always refreshing from the usually dull surroundings here." with this, kaveh shot him a pointed look, which he only ignored in sake of the way you glowed when you laughed with him.
"well, he's so far proven his claim right." you smirked as you added on to the unintentional mock towards kaveh, laughing even louder as the blonde's expression morphed into an even more comical one. he scoffed at the two of you and threw his hands up in defeat, "fine, let the short guy show you around. i was already being so generous ā" "so, how about i finish the job of showing you around ? i assume you're new, after all." "i wouldn't mind !" "huhāi didn't mean literally !-"
" . . . and thenāoh, [name] !" cyno gulps at the way he called out your name, and the pointed look tighnari threw his way did not help. tighnari shook his head and walked over to you first, cyno following behind him in thought.
he's noticing the differences in himself lately, and he's embarrassed whenever he realizes that he's especially different around you. the way he can feel the shift in his mood whenever he sees you, he can hear the difference in the tone of his voice when he talks to you ā he can feel the differences, but he doesn't know if he should take them as good signs.
he snaps out of his thoughts when tighnari snaps his fingers in front of his face, earning a laugh from you as tighnari chides him, "you're spacing out again, you didn't even respond to [name] greeting you." cyno shakes his head, "ah.. sorry. good morning name." a smile tugged the corners of his lips up again as you waved at him.
he's also noticed that little lingering feeling in his chest, perhaps he should discuss with tighnari about it when he finds the time to, since he's such a know-it-all.
"so anyway, kaveh said he handed you my notes yesterday ?" tighnari turned to you, "he didn't hand me anything, though ?" "ah... that fuā"
yeah, surely it wouldn't hurt to ask tighnari about it.
"'nari, can i ask about . . something ?" when the two finally went separate ways from you, cyno decided it would be convenient to ask his friend as they speak. "what about ?" tighnari slowed his pace, matching with cyno as they walked up the flight of stairs to their floor. "i've been feeling different lately, mainly around [name]." "don't say more." at this, the two of them stopped in their tracks as tighnari shook his head. observing this, cyno was about to feel guilty, did he accidentally imply something ?
only for tighnari to turn to him and laugh in his face.
"i was waiting for you to accept it and ask," tighnari breathes after laughing for a few seconds, "i didn't think you actually would. guess i owe kaveh 50." "what ?"
"you have a crush on [name], you dense fool." "what ?" tighnari laughs at his friend's expression, "you said you've noticed you've been different lately around [name], right ?" "well, that's not exactly what i said." "it's what it implied, anyway." tighnari started to walk ahead, up the stairs, letting cyno trail behind.
"well we've noticed you've been different around them too, and it's damn well obvious. even al haitham figures it's a crush, and that's al haitham." "and, if it is a crushā" "oh no doubt about it." "do you think i have a chance with them ?" . . .
"come again ?" "do you think i have a chance with them ?"
now, the day that the cyno would be asking if he had a chance with someone was a day tighnari never would have anticipated. never would have been able to prepare for. so what the hell is he supposed to say ???
"who knows, if you flirt with them enough the chances and the stakes are equal." was that a good thing to say, or did he just push his friend to do something stupid ?
"so i just need to flirt with them more ? okay, sounds simple enough." latter, definite latter. "no don'tāCYNO"
hey stupid cupid, don't let two idiots give each other crush advice.
"[name], has anyone ever told you that you're very attractive ?" "cyno, you've told me at least three times this morning."
the change in cyno's very open behavior with you caught you off guard, but he was very cute and dorky about it, so who were you to complain ?
your friends can't agree though, even finding it unsettling.
"ah, i'm sorry. i just like to speak what's on my mind, so whenever i think you're attractive, i just have the urge to say it out loud." "you've had three consecutive thoughts about me being attractive ?" "four actually. but i always think you're attractive, so technically i've lost count."
tighnari held his face in his hands as he sat across from cyno, physically cringing.
i love your writing it actually made me feel.. things... but honestly i badly wanna be xiao's painslut. like he can use me all he want. slap me? go ahead, i'd love it more.
SO FUCKING TRUE NONNIE i kin this ask fr š¤
character: xiao
genre: explicit porn with plot, fluff at the end (and a little angst if u squint)
summary: you come back home after staying w a friend in mondstadt for a week and xiao blows a fuse upon seeing that it was a male friend
warnings: no prns or gendered terms, afab reader; miscommunication; jealous + possessive (and mean) xiao !!; xiao using you to blow off some steam (id blow him); slapping; spit; orgasm denial / ruined orgasm(s); overstimulation; degradation (name-calling; bitch, slut), dumbification; xiao shoves his fingers in ur mouth š„³; cervix fucking ????; creampie(s); belly bulge; cockwarming; rlly sweet aftercare
w/c: 5.8k
a/n: uh. idk how this fic got to be this long. with a real plot. but anyway. a big thabk you to my beloveds @ajaxsbeloved , @/scarawh0re , and @artiepooh for helping me come up w ideas and for helping me beta read i love yall š¤š¤š¤ // also im posting this as a 900 follower special š„³š„³
"archons, you're pathetic," xiao spat, glaring down at you. the week he had had ............ was full of new emotions; something that can be rather stress-inducing for xiao when left alone since he doesn't know how to put a name to what he's feeling or if it was normal to feel that way or not. but what xiao did know was that he had a very lonely week, and while that was nothing new, it was different this time: it was your absence that made his heart ache.
a week ago, you had left to visit and stay with your friend back in mondstadt, and xiao knew this. you had made sure to tell him several times that you'd be gone for a week and that you'd be staying with your friend in mondstadt as to not disappear on him out of the blue. but now, finally, you were coming home, and xiao was much more excited than he'd care to admit.
watching you walk up the path to the inn from the balcony, xiao was struck with such a sudden, sharp pang of anger upon seeing that the "friend" you were walking back with was some man !? what the fuck. was the first thought that ran through xiao's mind as the wooden handrail cracked and splintered beneath his grip.
head snapping up to observe the inn from where you stood at the base of the stairs on the pavilion, you could've sworn you had heard the sound of something snapping, but after not spotting anything unusual, you adjusted your focus back onto your friend.
"oh! i almost forgot! i got these for you!" he spoke excitedly, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bouquet of flowers.
"cecilias! oh, they're so lovely!" you exclaimed, gingerly taking the bouquet from the tall blond. cecilia flowers were your favorite! you had missed them so much since you had settled down in liyue. "but when did yā how didā i didn't even notice! when did you find the time to get these?"
"right as we were leaving the city, when we were at the gates, and i told you i "forgot" something," he beamed.
"so that's why you told me not to wait up on you! thank you so much, oh my gods, these're perfect! and they smell so nice ā oh, i can't wait to show xiao!" you were ecstatic over finally being home and your heart melted at the prospect of seeing xiao again soon. truth be told, he hadn't left your mind once since your trip to mondstadt. sure, you missed home, but you missed xiao even more; you'd even go as far as to call him home.
"i'm so glad we got to hang out this week," you said, wrapping your arms around his broad frame and pulling your friend in for a hug.
"'m glad we got to hang out too," he sighed, hugging you back tightly. "i missed you, y'know."
"i missed you too," you chuckled, stepping away from the hug. "stay safe on the way home, okay?"
"i will, i will," he smiled, beginning to walk away, "tell your boyfriend i said hi, yeah?"
chuckling nervously, you only nodded in acknowledgement as the blond waved you goodbye before heading back the way he came. turning around, you made your way up the staircase, but just as you reached the top, you bumped right into xiao! you hadn't even noticed him standing there, too wrapped up in your own thoughts (mostly about him).
"xiao!" you exclaimed, looking up at him from your place on the stairs. "i missed you so, so much! and look at these pretty flowers my friend gave me! aren't they so lovā"
"who. the fuck. was that?" xiao growled, arms crossed and stern expression unwavering. you could feel the hostility rolling off of him in waves, and you knew he was seething with jealousy. but before you even got any sort of chance to explain, xiao had already snatched you up by your arm and was dragging you off into the inn.
"he's my friend! the one i was staying with in mondstadt! xiao!" but your cries fell on deaf ears. how was xiao supposed to know that was just a "friend"? after he gave you flowers?! and hugged you goodbye? absolutely not.
"friend!?" he hissed, his grip on your arm becoming painfully tight. "do friends embrace one another and gift each other flowers? am i just a friend, then?" xiao's blood was boiling, his possessiveness consuming him entirely; you were his, godsdammit!
now, xiao had you nearly folded in half beneath him; with one leg pinned against your chest ā he was sure to leave bruises where his fingertips were ā and the other was tossed over his shoulder. the pace he was pounding into you at alone was more than enough to make you sob and cry out, but combined with the position he had you in? xiao had you seeing stars with how deep his thrusts were.
"aaāaah! xiao! pleāease!" you wailed, voice cracking. surely if he fucked you any harder, he'd knock the air right out of your lungs (talk about rearranging your guts)!
"gods, youā hah, you're so fuckin' noisy," xiao groaned, biting down harshly onto a particularly tender spot on your neck; but just as you opened your mouth to cry out and complain about him biting too hard, he had already shoved two of his fingers in your mouth and was pressing down on your tongue.
eyes rolling into the back of your head at the feeling of xiao fucking both your mouth and your cunt, you went slack-jawed at the overwhelming pleasure. not expecting you to suddenly relax your mouth like that, xiao's fingers slid right over your tongue and his nails hit the back of your throat.
gagging around his hand, xiao brought his fingers to rest on the front of your tongue as your drool covered his fingers and began to pool out from your mouth.
"'m sorry," he muttered, eyes darting away from your gaze as he slowed his movements and moved the hand pinning your thigh to your chest to rest on your hip instead as a silent apology.
"'s okay," you mumbled around his fingers, bringing a careful hand to his cheek. watching as he leaned into your palm, you took notice of just how flushed his cheeks were, and how heavily he was breathing. pushing his fingers the rest of the way out of your mouth with your tongue, you brought your other hand to his face before pulling him in for a kiss.
parting your lips as you felt his tongue brush over your lower lip, you moaned into the kiss whenever you felt xiao suck your tongue into his mouth. smiling and paying no mind to the thin string of spit that followed your lips as you pulled away, you gazed deeply into xiao's amber eyes, the lustfully foggy haze beginning to recede as he caught his breath and began to (emotionally) recollect himself.
"what's got you all worked up?" you questioned softly. even though you had a (very) pretty good idea about what was bothering him, you'd much rather hear xiao confess his own troubles.
mumbling something unintelligible, you were about to ask him to repeat himself until he suddenly withdrew his aching length from your sloppy cunt before slamming back into you again with a renewed vigor.
"whaāah! xāxiao!" you sobbed, grabbing onto his biceps for support. you were grasping at straws trying to stay coherent enough to talk to the yaksha. "cāc'mon, 's the maā mmfh!"
"you talk too much," xiao grumbled, shoving his fingers back into your mouth mid-sentence. he was back to being rough with you again, but this time his gaze was much softer and his eyes were glassy with an emotion that you couldn't quite place (something akin to adoration, perhaps?).
whimpering as xiao's fingers began to massage your tongue, you let out a squeal when you felt his free hand pinch a trail up your inner thigh before ghosting over your clit and pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out and arch further up against him.
"you're so fuckin' nasty," xiao spat, glowering down at you as he forced his fingers further down your throat, taking pleasure in the way you choked and drooled around his digits. now, while xiao was normally a little hesitant to be so rough with you, he was absolutely brimming over with anger, and jealousy, and ......... and heartache.
"why wouldn't you tell me your friend was a guy? that you were ā were staying with some man?" oh. but xiao didn't let you answer, instead his fingers began to toy with your neglected clit, while he continued, "were youā ah! were you gonna tell me at all?" he panted, voice wavering.
removing his fingers from your mouth to give you a chance to speak, you sobbed, "'m sorry! 'm so sorry, baby! toāooh, fuck! nnhg fāfeels good!" you were clinging to the last shard of your coherency; you wanted to talk xiao down so bad, to explain things to him, but fuck if he wasn't making that so insanely difficult. (truthfully speaking, there would be no "talking him down," while he was like this, and a part of you knew that. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let him fuck out his emotions and then comfort him after ............) "tātohma's just ā he's my frā!"
smack! before you could even process what had just happened, xiao already had a genuinely bruising grip on your jaw, and his face was so close to yours that you could make out the lightest little dusting of freckles scattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
"don't," he growled, grip somehow getting tighter (it was enough to bring a wave of fresh tears to your eyes). "don't you fucking dare say his name." and to emphasize his point, xiao spat right on your cheek!
nearly squealing at the wet feeling of his spit on your cheek, you gasped out an "ew!" as xiao began to nip at your jaw and trail bitemarks down the side of your neck.
"xiao, bābaby, you caā aa! can't get so worāworked uā! mm, fuck! xiao! please baby! youāyou can't get so possessive over me like this evāeverytime i'm withā"
"with someone who isn't me? with some other man?" he growled, digging his nails into your hips, and lifting them up off the bed, as he slammed into you like he was intent on breaking you. "and why not, hm? you and your drooling cunt sure don't seem to mind." xiao emphasized his statement with a thrust so hard you actually felt the air get knocked out of your lungs as your eyes crossed and rolled into the back of your head.
"aaāaah! hhnh fāfuck! xiao! xiao!" you sobbed, clinging onto his shoulders, nails leaving little bloody crescent marks. you could feel the tip of his dick bullying its way into your cervix every time he thrust into you, and it was turning your brain into absolute mush. any and all coherent thoughts or desires to talk him down from this little temper tantrum he was throwing right now were tossed out the window as you gave into the mind-numbing pleasure and let xiao continue to abuse your poor cunt and puffy clit.
you let out a long, drawn-out whine of frustration whenever xiao stilled his movements and gave you a moment to breathe for the nth time right as you were about to cum.
"have i finally fucked you stupid?" he smirked, face suddenly millimeters from yours again.
nodding dumbly in acknowledgement of his words, you didn't even fully comprehend his question; right now, the only things you could focus on were how close his lips were to yours, and how badly you wanted to kiss him, how good he was fucking you, and how badly you needed to cum.
"plāplease! please, xiao! nāneed it so bad!" you begged, legs beginning to shake.
"need what, bitch? how am i sā fuck! fuck, yāyou're so tight! ā am i supposed to know what you want unless you use your words, hm?" xiao mocked, pinching your clit and laughing at you when a pitchy, broken moan left your lips and your back arched all the way off the bed while you clung to and shook against him as you reached your peak, gushing all over his cock ā but xiao did nothing to help you ride out your high, instead he pulled out entirely while you hiccupped and sobbed beneath him.
"aaāaah! fuck! nānot fair!" you sniffled as tears fell freely from your eyes and clouded your vision over. "xiaao! you'reā you're so mean!"
"mean? you think i'm mean? i'll show you mean," he sneered, grabbing the backs of both your thighs and pinning them against your chest before burying himself balls deep in your oversensitive cunt with no warning.
"aaā! hhnh fāfuck! xiao! sāsensitive! 'm too sensitive! plāplease! 's too much! oāoh! cācan't taā"
a resounding smack! cut you off mid-complaint, followed by a sharp sting on your cheek.
"you'll take whatever i fucking give you, so quit your bitchin'," xiao growled as he felt your pussy flutter around his cock, gummy walls trying to suck him back in everytime he pulled out. "aāah, shit. don't tell me you like being treated like this? lālike being slapped around like a stupid lil' slut?"
"nāno! i don't!" you lied, ears burning and face flushed at his shameful words. you loved it whenever xiao was rough with you like this, but you were absolutely humiliated at how turned on you were and how close you were to cumming again, so you continued to lie. "iā aah! i dādon't like it!"
"lying again? i thought you knew better than that, mm?" another smack!
"aāagain?" you choked out, biting down on your lower lip to try to stop it from trembling as a fresh set of tears ran down your pretty cheeks. what was xiao talking about? your brain was far too fogged over with pleasure to try to recall when, or if, you had lied to him tonight.
"earlier. about your "friend,"" xiao spat out the last word like it was venom in his mouth, and you felt his nails dig so hard into your thighs, you were sure he broke skin.
even then, it still took you a moment to process who xiao was talking about; your body jolting with each thrust, and your mind totally hazed over, right on the edge of cumming again.
"oāoh!" you gasped, things finally clicking. "yāyou mean toāooh! tātohma, fuck!" what awful timing. right as you had began to say tohma's name, xiao had pressed the calloused pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit and started rubbing quick, tight circles against it, triggering your second orgasm of the night.
uh-oh. you watched as xiao's eye twitched in anger and an animalistic growl left his throat as he bared his fangs at you and bit down hard on the column of your throat.
"you just can't get his fucking name out of your mouth, can you?" he fumed as you let out a loud squeal, your eyes screwing shut from the overstimulation, and also so you wouldn't have to look at xiao ā his gaze was piercing and animalistic, and it made you squirm beneath him in anticipation of whatever he was planning on doing to you next.
unappreciative of your lack of response, xiao ran his tongue over the place he had bitten and twisted one of your nipples between his fingers. "can you?"
"nānngh! nāno! 'm sorry! ah! oāoh, xiao! xiao! youā aah! ah! ooh, fāfuck baby, please! sāso sensitive! n'more!" you were delirious and cross-eyed with pleasure, and your words slurred as you whined pathetically.
burying his hand in your hair, xiao yanked on it harshly before growling out, "i'm gonna make you cum again, n' this time," he emphasized his words with another particularly sharp thrust that made you keen, "you're gonna moan ā ah! fuck! ā my name. got it?" the hand that was in your hair slid down to your cheek to pat it condescendingly while you nodded feebly at his demand.
chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, xiao leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips; but you didn't give him the chance to pull away, wrapping your arms around his neck and sloppily pressing your lips against his, instead. teeth clacking for a moment at first, it didn't take long at all for xiao to melt into the kiss ā no matter how angry or jealous or ill-tempered he may be, xiao would never pass up a chance to kiss you; your kisses always seemed to work some sort of magic over him, often bringing him back to his senses or grounding him, and this kiss was no exception.
you felt xiao moan into the kiss whenever your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, tugging at it weakly in a futile attempt to pull him closer against yourself. parting your lips slightly, you brushed your tongue over his bottom lip, before deciding to take the initiative and stick your tongue in his mouth.
your confidence was very quickly dashed, however, whenever xiao nipped at your tongue before sucking on it. now you were the one moaning into the kiss as xiao trailed two fingers down your side, pinching anywhere he could, before finally coming down to play with your clit.
"mm, fuck. 'm close again, baby," you murmured against his lips, but xiao didn't hear a thing you said, too wrapped up in his own thoughts of how he was gonna ruin you. just barely pulling away, he grabbed your face in a way that squished your cheeks and made your lips pout.
"open your mouth," he said, voice soft, but firm. nodding, you did as he said, and you even stuck out your tongue! (you had a feeling you knew what he was about to do.) but instead of spitting in your mouth the way you expected, xiao parted his lips and let his tongue loll out of his mouth, watching with an almost feral glint in his eyes as a thick glob of spit fell from his tongue and onto yours.
moaning at the feeling of his spit falling onto your tongue, a shiver ran up your spine when xiao leaned in again to whisper in your ear telling you not to swallow it.
nipping at your earlobe to punctuate his command, xiao let out a quiet moan at his own, rapidly approaching, orgasm. it was a wonder he hadn't cum sooner, really; normally he was so sensitive and could hardly last five minutes ā something he made up for with his inhumane stamina.
biting down on the sweet spot of your neck, you gasped and your tongue lolled out of your mouth at the feeling of xiao sucking over the same spot instead of biting you somewhere else like he usually would have (he was the type to bite you, not to take his time leaving real hickies).
after deciding that the mark he left was dark enough, xiao moved to another spot, and then another, gradually biting and sucking his way up your neck. but whenever he reached your jawline, xiao paused for a moment, a devious little idea coming to mind; it was when you opened your mouth to ask him to keep biting you, much to your embarrassment, that xiao licked a long stripe up from your jawline to your cheek, and it was the whimpers and moans of near-disgust from you that had xiao's hips stuttering as he came hard inside you.
"aaāaah! fuck, you feel so good! sāso, so good!" xiao's words of praise paired together with the feeling of him cumming so deep in you was enough to make you arch violently against him and cum for a third time tonight; but once again, xiao didn't bother to help you ride out your orgasm, because he had pulled out right as you came, and shifted his position so that he was eye-level with your cunt, watching as your pussy spasmed and convulsed around nothing and his cum began to drip from your hole.
"xiao! xiao! aaāaahā! nnhn nānot fair!" you sobbed, eyes glassy and vision unfocused. "please! plāplease xiao! you're notā not fair at all!"
"not fair? you don't think i'm being fair?" he mocked, looking up at you from between your legs. all you could do was nod weakly in response, too fucked out to properly reply. "what isn't fair," he began, two fingers scooping his cum back inside you, "is that you've cum thrice now, and i've only gotten off once," he finished, licking a long, hot stripe up your cunt before taking your puffy clit into his mouth and letting his tongue play with the poor bundle of nerves.
"aah! ah! sens ā sensitive! ah! xiao! n'more, n'more! please! cācan't! hhnh fuck!" your hands flew to xiao's hair in a pathetic attempt to push him away, but xiao wasn't paying you any mind. instead, he blew a puff of cold air on your clit and chuckled meanly when your whole body jerked in response.
releasing his grip on your thighs, xiao righted himself and pulled you onto his lap, your chest flush against his. looking at him with bleary eyes, you tilted your head in confusion, fucked too dumb to understand what he wanted you to do. giving your hips a squeeze, xiao lifted you up enough to where he could line his stillāhard cock up with your dripping cunt.
you mewled weakly and dug your nails into his chest in protest, but a small, sadistic smirk played at the corners of his lips as xiao dropped your full weight onto his cock, his tip kissing the entrance to your cervix.
"aah! xiaao! oāoh! please! 'm so ā 'm so fuckin' sensiā ah! ah! too sensitive! hhnh fuck! xiao! cācan't!"
smack! your head flew to the side from the force of the impact, and you let it hang there limply while xiao told you that he was "tired" of doing all the work and that it was "your turn" to get him off.
shaking your head and burying your face in the crook of his neck, you let out a breathy, broken whine and jolted in his lap when xiao smacked your ass so hard that it only took moments for a handprint to appear.
"i'm not asking you to, i'm telling you to. it's unfair that i've only cum once, don't you think?"
"aa yes, bābutā"
"but nothing," he sneered, yanking your head from his neck by your hair and taking your jaw in a vice-like grip, "i know you're not this dumb, so i'll tell you one more time: stop acting like a stupid fuckin' slut and do as you're told for once, bitch." xiao punctuated his sentence by spitting on your cheek, his free hand seizing your wrist in an aching grip whenever your hand instinctively flew to your face in a failed attempt to wipe off his spit.
"now," he growled, nipping at the flesh of your collarbones, and it was all you could do to whimper and nod in obedience. bracing yourself, you let out a shaky breath as you forced your legs to lift yourself off his twitching length until just the tip was left in you before teasingly sinking back down on the first few inches. you tried to gauge xiao's reactions as closely as you could; but you were still borderline delirious, drunk on the feeling of xiao's cock ā how well he stretched you out, and how good he felt inside you.
you felt your tummy fill up with butterflies and voice catch in your throat whenever your legs gave out from under you, forcing you to take the rest of him, right up to the base.
"aaāaah! ah! mm, fuck!" xiao whimpered, his head falling back as his lips parted in pleasure. "jusā just like that, ah!" his moans were breathy, and rather feminine in nature, and they only served to fuel the fire in your core, desperate to hear more of his pretty noises.
it didn't take much longer until xiao had wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hands grabbing at whatever they could, pulling you as close as possible against him and keeping you (mostly) in place while his hips rutted up into you as he came for a second time tonight.
"fāfeels so good, you feel so good ā ah! ooh fuck," he praised, words slurred and mind hazed over in foggy pleasure.
slumping against his chest, you let out a barely audible whine of protest whenever you felt xiao squeeze your hips again, wordlessly telling you that you weren't done yet. scowling at your lack of reaction, xiao clicked his tongue before digging his nails into the flesh of your hips so hard you actually felt a small trickle of blood roll down your heated skin.
"xiao! aāah! hurts!" your sentences were choppy and breathless, and held no real weight.
"oh? it hurts?" xiao's tone was mocking, but you were too fucked out and cockdrunk to really notice, naĆÆvely nodding against his neck, thinking that he would finally show you some sort of mercy. "'s that why you're droolin' all over me like a bitch in heat, then? why you're still trying to grind against me? i think that you're just lazy and don't wanna be the one doing all the work."
"nāno!" you choked, slinging your arms around his shoulders, and biting down harshly on xiao's neck, face flushed from his shameful accusation. what's worse is that he wasn't entirely wrong either! the line between pleasure and pain had long since blurred, and you weren't sure where the pleasure ended and the pain began, but it really didn't matter, not to you nor to xiao; all you knew was that you felt so good and you didn't want it to end.
"no? you do wanna do the work?"
"no!" you echoed, glassy eyes locking with his own honey-colored irises. the look xiao gave you was enough to send shivers down your spine ā he looked just about ready to devour you whole; with his pupils blown wide, and hair that was far beyond disheveled, you watched as his kiss-swollen, spit-soaked lips curled into a coquettish smirk.
"so what do you want, hm?" xiao was just toying with you at this point, twisting your words and using them against you, laughing at you as your lip quivered and a fresh set of tears threatened to spill over your lashline.
"you! iāi want you, xiao! please!" your voice was hoarse and scratchy, and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, but none of that mattered. all you wanted, all you could think about, was xiao.
you felt a deep chuckle reverberate in his chest and the next thing you knew, you were flat on your back again, with xiao's face barely an inch away from yours. leaning in to close the gap, you whined in desperation and disappointment whenever xiao pulled away from you, an almost taunting smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"kākiss! i wan ā wanna kiss!"
"always so needy," he teased before leaning back in and capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. unbothered by the slight clacking of teeth, xiao was quick to lick his way into your mouth, keen on swallowing up all your pretty moans and whimpers.
your fingers found purchase tangled in his pretty teal and black locks while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, in attempt to somehow pull him even closer against yourself.
whining whenever he broke the kiss, xiao hushed you by placing his index finger over your lips, before cupping your jaw in one hand.
"stick out your tongue," he breathed, and you did as he said without hesitation. xiao leaned in just a little bit more, his mouth right over yours. watching his tongue fall from his mouth, it took every ounce of self restraint you had to not snap your mouth shut when you felt his drool ooze onto your tongue. his spit was cool against your hot tongue and the feeling made you cringe internally.
xiao's fingers wasted no time in going to poking and prodding around in your mouth, taking his time to massage your tongue and spread his drool around. looking up at xiao with misty eyes, he felt his dick twitch inside you at the lewd expression on your face, causing a quiet moan to slip past his lips.
"mmnm xāxiao," you mewled around his fingers, giving his hair a sharp tug.
"hm?" he hummed in response, bringing his fingers to rest on your lips. and just like that, you had him spellbound. the feelings xiao got whenever he kissed you never dwindled over time (quite the opposite, really), and he'd even go as far to call it magic; to him, your kisses were truly like a cure-all.
"i ā i want you! hhhn so bad! wāwanna cum with you please," you begged, bringing your hands back from his hair to gently cup his face. and fuck, when you begged so sweetly, who was he to say no?
grabbing one of your wrists, he placed a gentle kiss to the pulse point before intertwining his hand with yours and pinning it down on the bed near your head before doing the same to your other wrist. leaning down to kiss you once more, xiao began to pick up his pace as his tongue licked flatly over the roof of your mouth and mapped out all the little grooves and ridges of your teeth.
whimpering into his mouth, your back arched violently up off the bed at the feeling of xiao's cock perfectly ramming into your g-spot.
"aaāaah! there! rāright there!" is what you would've sobbed out if xiao hadn't been so preoccupied with sucking your tongue into his mouth, but he seemed to get the message anyway, pounding into your abused cunt with a renewed force.
xiao moaned loudly at the feeling of your pussy fluttering and clamping down tightly around his oversensitive dick, which, in turn, had you gushing around him and wishing that xiao let himself moan more often.
dipping his head down and breaking the kiss, xiao shuddered at the sight of a slight bulge in your tummy, and it was enough to make his hips stutter as he let out a deliciously sinful whimper. unlacing one of his hands from yours, xiao brought your hand down to rest on your lower stomach before placing his hand atop yours, forcing you to feel him thrust in and out of you.
"aaāaah! xiao! xiao! xiao! pleāah! please! 'm so close," you wailed as he put a little more pressure on the bulge.
"i ā hhnh fuck! me too," xiao groaned, thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic. "just haāhang on, okay?" nodding frantically in response, xiao's lips were back over yours as he pounded into you like his life depended on it.
it didn't take much longer until you were both moaning into the kiss as you came with a cry, and xiao's hips stilled as he buried himself to the hilt before cumming deep and hard inside you; but he made no attempt to pull out after, instead flopping down limply against you and resting his head against your chest. but it wasn't like you really minded, both of you were much too tired and fucked out to care about anything else.
"hey," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the little purple diamond on his forehead, and xiao glanced up at you blearily as he adjusted his arms to wrap around your waist. "i love you so much, xiao. so, so much. you're my friend too, yeah, but you're also so much more," you yawned, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear, chuckling quietly at how quickly his entire face turned beet red and how he tried to bury his head into the crook of your neck so you couldn't tease him for it.
you heard him mutter something against your neck before placing a kiss on the bruised skin, but you didn't get the chance to ask him to repeat himself because he had already cleared his throat and whispered a quiet "i love you too" back.
"you are my home, xiao. not mondstadt, not liyue, but you. as long as i have you, i'll always have a home," you whispered as your eyelids drooped and your fingers ran through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp. your eyes shot open, however, when you felt something hot and wet fall against your neck as xiao's arms tightened around you.
gently tugging at his hair to try to get him to look at you, xiao felt his breath hitch when you asked him what was the matter. how was he supposed to tell you that those were the softest, most soul-melting words anyone had ever said to him? how was he supposed to tell you that in all his two thousand years, he's never felt so safe or vulnerable around anyone?
reluctantly pulling his head from your neck, xiao looked at you with glassy eyes and a violent blush on his cheeks, and he only felt his skin grow warmer whenever you cupped his face so gently and kissed him so tenderly he felt his heart melt entirely. he was putty in your hands as you kissed his tears away before finishing with a kiss to the tip of his nose.
"there, no more tears. now let's get some sleep, yeah?" you smiled softly at him, and xiao merely nodded in response, placing his head back on your chest. a comfortable silence fell over the room, and right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a low, but soft, sound coming from somewhere in the room. it took you a moment to register the sound as a purr and it was coming from none other than xiao himself. a dopey grin fell over your face as you continued to play with his hair until you eventually fell asleep, fully blissed out.
mother's day hc that you tell the genshin boys you're pregnant on mother's day so they decide to celebrate by getting you double pregnant?
YES MAāAM i had a randomizer pick four names for me out of all the guys i write forā¦ kinda laughing at 3/4 of them being all the Serious, Stoic ones lol
fem reader, pregnancy, breeding, overstimulation (alhaitham) and knotting (gorou) below!
alhaitham
You can never be too sure, he saysā a good, valid experiment hinges upon proper reliability. Do you know how many undergraduate experimental reports heās dismissed on account of their supposed āresultsā being the chance of mere coincidence or random chance? It never hurts to eliminate the possibility of a false positive and to ensure that your positive pregnancy test result is a true positive by breeding you all over again and having you take another pregnancy test in five weeks or so.
When you tell him youāre pregnant, he responds with a quiet nod before almost analyzing all of the behavior youāve displayed over the last few weeks. Yes, the news makes perfect senseā last week, Alhaitham overheard you wondering aloud if your period was late or if you had just tracked it wrong, and heād have to be a fool to not know what a missed period is the universal signifier of. The news comes at a perfect time, so he couldnāt be happierā though your husband certainly has aā¦ uniquely stoic way of expressing happiness.
That night, he replicates every last aspect of the night he imagines he got you pregnant some five weeks ago (itās a simple calculation, really) down to your spot on the bed and the clothes he was wearing just to make sure that a false positive is out of the question. Perhaps heāll have to come inside if you twice tonight just to really seal the deal that youāre pregnantā once is chance, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is a true pattern. Youād like to try and convince him that surely thereās no need for all of this, that pregnancy tests rarely, rarely fail or show an incorrect result, but thereās no pushing back against your husbandās logical calculations or sense of reasonā not that youāre much in the condition to even try to speak with him anyways.
When your husband has you spread open wide with your knees pressed up against either side of your chest, a light conversation is absolutely out of the picture. Youād consider it a feat to muster up anything other than splintered whines of your husbandās name and delicate pleas for him to slow downā though, truthfully, itād be an even bigger feat if you managed to successfully convince Alhaitham of doing the latter. He hasnāt stalled or slowed his pace for even a fraction of a second because he, of course, is trying to replicate the night he very likely knocked you up exactly, and he just so happened to be absolutely railing you that night.
āYou can certainly take more than this.ā Thatās all he offers when you beg him to slow down again. āIāve discovered, met, and exceeded every last one of your limits myself, and this pace, this position, and this fervor hardly come close to any of those. Iām simply validating your claim before I take to preparing the spare room for our child.ā
You gasp and let your head fall back against the pillow, defeated and overwhelmed in equal tandem by your husbandās delightful Motherās Day plans.
Alhaitham only chuckles once, a satisfied smirk so faint on his lips that you almost donāt catch it at all. āYouāll be alright. Weāll have nine entire months to be gentle.ā
zhongli
Zhongli has lived a normal human lifetime nearly ninety times overā yet, fascinatingly, he always insists heās come nowhere close in experiencing everything life, nature, humanity, and civilization have to offer, an assertion youāve always found downright impossible to fathom. How does somebody not get bored after six thousand years of life? You know people who are bored after just four years of working in the same career before they jump ship and try to find something, anything completely different.
He offers the exact same explanation every single time you once again ask how he still finds things to do, places to go, and activities to enjoy after being alive for so longā he always, always smiles softly and explains that he never gets bored with life because youāre in it, and you show him new things, new foods, and new ways to love and enjoy the world that he never even imagined prior to meeting you.
Youāll admit that youāve found his reasoning somewhat hard to believe on a few separate occasionsā like heās seriously been alive for over six thousand years, yet heās never tried red bean ice cream from Inazuma before? Itās not exactly a rare or expensive good. However, there are other times when you think you understand what he means, and his logic has never been more evident than today because you told your darling husband that youāre pregnant this morning.
āIāve never been a father before,ā Zhongli hums as he presses a wide circle of kisses all around the cusp of your tummy. āIāve tutored and taught many, but Iāve never raised a child as my own from their very birth.ā
āDoes it make you nervous?ā You grip his left hand a little tighter as his right comes to rub a soothing circle over the apex of your soft belly.
He pauses for a moment. āI see no reason to be afraid of new experiences, let alone ones I have you to guide me through. Iāve found that sampling lifeās uncertainties and navigating its surprises provide far more enrichment than routine.ā
You laugh. āI donāt think I can do much āguidingā here, my loveā Iāve never been a mother before either. I donāt know what Iām doing.ā
Zhongli melts. How do you always know just how to tickle his heart with the most innocuous of statements?
āAnd that is exactly why Iām not nervousā because weāll have each other to both learn from and learn alongside. Iāve spent the vast majority of my life being the teacher and not the student, so opportunities to learn with you excite me.ā
All you can do is hide your face with your free hand, your cheeks warm and your grin obvious. Your husband chuckles and kisses a line down the bottom half of your tummy, down your hips, and all the way down, down, down until he runs into the fabric of your panties.
āIāve read that intimacy during pregnancy has an array of positive effects for a mother,ā Zhongli notes, gently sliding a hand down to tug your panties to the side. āWeāll have to try every last tip and wivesā tale, wonāt we, my love?ā
diluc
Completely opposite to that of Zhongli, Dilucās perspective on celebratory sex on Motherās Day is that itās about as tired, cliche, and lazy as celebratory sex on a birthday, New Yearās Eve, or Valentineās Day. Really, any other holiday where people feel the need to either supplement their actual present with sex because they fear what they really bought their spouse just isnāt good enough on its own or because they forgot to get them a present entirely.
Or so he says.
Heās always been of the opinion that love and intimacy expressed on a random day of the year without any special meaning bears more weight than celebratory holiday sexā why should sex be included as part of the celebratory experience when a married couple is expected to regularly display intimacy towards one another? Youāve teased him about this cynical, grumpy take plenty of times, but youāve almost come to agree with him regardlessā itās hard to even have the energy for sex at the end of your birthday or on the evening of Valentineās Day when youāre just so exhausted by everything Diluc planned for you during the day. Perhaps itās entirely because he doesnāt take special occasions lightly that he sees no need to end the day on a cliche.
Well, thereās a first for everything.
āI thought you donāt do celebratory sex,ā you whimper with a sharp inhale. You had meant for the statement to sound more teasing and alluring, but itās damn near impossible to keep your composure when your husbandās spent the past hour and a half between your legs.
Diluc, for the first time in ninety minutes, actually pulls away from your slick, saliva-coated pubic mound to stare up at you over your tummy. How amusingā this is the smallest heāll see your tummy for the next nine months, and something tells him heās not going to miss it whatsoever.
āWeāve never celebrated Motherās Day before simply because you were never a mother for any of them. Today is differentā and of course this news deserves celebration.ā Thatās rightā you did mention to Diluc that youāre pregnant this morning over breakfast, didnāt you?
You take advantage of this impromptu break to make eye contact with your husband, who hasnāt looked thisā¦ disheveled in quite some time. Bangs plastered to his forehead, nose and chin dripping with a mix of saliva and your fluids, and pupils blown wide with desire, this is a Diluc you donāt get to see very oftenā and you know how to revel in the treat.
āMaking exceptions to your own rules doesnāt suit you.ā There, that one actually sounded teasing.
He offers a sort of shrug in response. āIād have to be devoid of all emotion entirely to not want to celebrate my wifeās body when she tells me itās pregnant with our very first child.ā He glides his soaked lips down the inside of your thighs elegantly and with purpose, taking care to stop just before where thigh meets labia to really relish in your scent.
āBesides,ā Diluc murmurs. āIād like to map out how your body looks now so I can properly appreciate how much lovelier youāll look once you begin to actually show how well Iāve bred you.ā
gorou
Gorou tentatively asks you to repeat yourself just to make sure that he heard you properly, which carries a good amount of irony given his exceptionally superhuman hearing. He just wants to make sure he heard you properlyā telling him youāre pregnant on Motherās Day? He canāt think of anything more perfect than that, so itād be a shame if he just imagined you saying itā heās dreamed of being a father for so long now that if you were to hit him with a āgotchaā now, he might faint from disappointment.
Realistically, he shouldāve put two and two together three weeks ago, but leave it to your husband to miss something glaringly obvious without your explicit guidance or direction. Itās almost funny to think that, despite his keen sense of smell, taste, and hearing, his overprotective nature, and his well-developed common sense, itās so easy for him to miss the elephant in the room and get distracted by something incredibly unrelated to whatever heās supposed to be looking out for.
He should have known from the second he found himself growing more and more overprotective of you without any visible or tangible piece of evidence as to whyā you werenāt sick, you werenāt injured, and you werenāt otherwise vulnerableā¦ or so he thought. It wasnāt obvious to him at the time, but now that youāve confirmed it for himā¦ it makes perfect sense. His nose already knew you were pregnant thenā he picked up in the slightest change in your hormone levels without even realizing it, and now that he knows youāre pregnant?
He wonāt leave your side for a single moment these next nine months.
Apparently, his vow to stay by your side 24/7 started the very moment you first broke the news to himā with your husband pressed so close up against you, you wouldnāt be surprised if you two just simply combined. Gorouās hips slap against your ass so roughly and so quickly the sound of skin making contact with skin bounces off the walls and fills your ears, almost threatening to drown out your husbandās elated rambling.
Almost, but not quite. Nothing will get him to stop talking once heās already started running his mouth.
āI justā Iāve just wanted this for so long,ā he pants, looping his hands around your thighs to press them against the front your belly. āItās just instinct, I guess? I justā Archonsā thereās no better way to spend my life than with a sweet wife and a big, big family of our cute little pups.ā Heāll be sure to keep you pregnant now that the precedent has already been establishedā Gorou knows heāll miss taking you doggy style when your belly gets too big to safely attempt such a position, but heās sure he can figure out a nice, comfortable compromise.
āIāll get lots of time off from work! Itāll be easy. Iāll spend every day taking good, good care of you and our family because thatāsā thatās what good husbands do, right? Iāll get Thoma to teach me tons of nutritious meals for you because I only know how to prepare quick rations for troops,ā Gorou notes with a sheepish chuckle before he hunches over your back and whimpers brokenly. Will you still be able to take his knot while youāre pregnant, or will it be too much for you? He canāt push you too far now that youāre the most delicate youāve ever been, heavy with the promise of a big family, right?
āI love you so much,ā he gasps, nails digging into your belly softly as he loses control of himself. āAnd Iāll be the best father possible!ā
summary: a bunch of personal sexual and dating head-canons about our beloved adeptus the mighty xiao!!
a/n: pls request legit bored out of my mind and I wanna write drabbles and or headcanons
SFW
ā¢ Xiao is a very jealous and distant lover. It takes him longer than necessary to build a romantic and sexual relationship with you than because he was without a partner all his life.
ā¢ Xiao isn't one for one night stands, when he thinks of a relationship it's to settle down or he's just not interested. If you manage to catch his interest that's a achievement on itself.
ā¢ Xiao is a very complex lover, having high standards and being on guard all the time. he doesn't have time to just sit around all day so more frequently then not he'll be out. he doesn't mind if you stop by on his patrols though!
ā¢ speaking on jealousy, isn't very keen on you hanging out with males that he doesn't trust, of course there is males out there he trusts with his life knowing they wouldn't dare do anything to you be it they suffer the wraith of the conquerer of demons, let's say it's a straight male friend who you've always been close to: he's going no questions asked if you hang out with your friend. he's okay with gay males even if he doesn't really understand sexuality that well given he's old fashioned.
ā¢ Xiao is very much a dog lover and this isn't self projection, he is extremely active and if he were to get a pet a dog would be the best choice. the lovable little furballs are usually more active than cats.
ā¢ Xiao trusts zhongli with his life, God forbid if something happened to you as the ex-geo archon wouldn't be happy. Zhongli views Xiao as his own and trusts you completely if you manage to win over Xiao's heart. Let's just say whoever the person who angered zhongli was put into a coma and won't be seen for a long time.
ā¢ Xiao would love you regardless of how you look, he may be pretty but he knows all to well what insecurities are. Any insecurities you have aren't important to him. Have stretch marks? He's tracing them and kissing them. Maybe you're insecure about unhealthy teeth? He doesn't care but he would try his best to help you into a healthier lifestyle. Maybe you're plus-sized? He's resting himself on you because you're so soft and comfy, often squishing and kneading the fat of your thighs or tummy. No matter what you are insecure about he'd love you regardless.
ā¢ Xiao doesn't understand human emotions or daily life that well but is willing to learn when you come into the picture. He finds himself staring at children with their parents more often than not, getting baby fever without realizing it.
ā¢ You are the one thing that's keeping his karma at bay. You keep him sane and he's willing to loosen up when you're around. He's trying his best to be a good partner and it shows.
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ā¢ Xiao is well endowed and a very very attentive partner. He prioritizes your pleasure over his, always making sure you cum either once or more than once.
ā¢ Xiao is a quick learner, while he might have no experience, his intelligence for adapting makes up for it. He learns your body quicker than you realize.
ā¢ He isn't the one for being submissive. How dare you ask to dominate him? He is the conquerer of demons. Guess he needs to fuck that thought right out of you.
ā¢ I picture Xiao to be actually kind of hairy (like a normal amount of hair on a standard male). Everytime you give him head your nose might just brush against that tuff of hair above his dick.
ā¢ I picture adeptuses to have a mating cycle as cloud retainer and mooncarver both have animal like forms. Personal headcanon of mine: he is able to transform into a animal alike mooncarver and cloud retainer. I picture it to be a animal that either is a sign of death or means death but that can be up to interpretation.
ā¢ When he is going through his mating cycle he gets extremely territorial, mostly confiding himself in his oh so precious room, not letting anyone see him until it is officially over. You are a expectation I'm afraid, no one knows that he keeps you in his room with his cock buried deep within you.
ā¢ Xiao likes rough and to the point intercourse, though he doesn't mind soft and sleepy sex if his partner is easily overstimulated or wanting to go slow.
ā¢ Xiao isn't all that kinky, occasionally can be, but I don't think he'd be into the extremes. He just thinks it's silly to think about spicing up at intimate moment that he doesn't get to share often.
A SINGLE THREAD OF GOLD (TIED ME TO YOU) šÆ series of events where you realize your fate with him is much more intertwined than how you initially believed it to be.
INCLUDES. šŖ” childe, thoma, xiao, zhongli (i might do a part two for ayato, diluc, kazuha !! i just wanted to get this out of my drafts as soon as possible š)
AUTHORāS NOTE. you know the trope āomygod itās annoying youāve been by my side all the time but somehow it became less annoyingā¦ i like it even and omg i didnāt notice that what iām looking for is you all alongā ?? yes this is that trope ā¦ inspired by taylor swiftās invisible string and the movie harry met sally! both got me in a chokehold rn. also the angst levels increase the further you scroll down.
somehow friends to lovers, mentions of wedding and settling down.
childe is a friend. although, he isnāt the type of friend that you share your secrets with, not a friend who regularly contacts you to hang out, nor is he a friend that eats ice cream with you whenever you get your heart broken. childe is the friend you met through mutual connections, the one that makes you say āoh! what a small worldā because you just met him last week at a friendās birthday and now heās attending as one of the groomsmen at your distant relativeās wedding.
heās equally surprised as you, of course he wouldnāt forget the one person that told him: āgod this party sucksā when the celebrant was just literally behind the two of you. he remembers you being brazen and holding a glass of beer on one hand.
just like the birthday party, during the weddingās reception, childe finds himself sitting beside you. he asks you how youāre doing as if a lot happened within the week you were separated.
(āyou say that as if a week could eventful.ā
āhey! a lot can happen in a week!ā
you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to prove his point.
ālike one of your friends getting married!ā he gestures to the now married couple dancing.
you find yourself stupidly laughing.)
you both enjoy yourselves together. in the short period of time you sat beside him, you figured that childe was fun to be around and he basically knows everyone in the city.
thatās why, you couldnāt help but joke that you might see him again in another wedding.
(you did.)
surprise was an understatement when you saw him entering the venue. this time, you were a bridesmaid, and he was the cousin of the groom. and just like the previous wedding, childe finds himself sitting beside you, now talking about how the last two months went for you.
(āyou better not tell me i canāt ask you about how you spent the last two months because itās a short time.ā
āyou know how a year for a human is seven years for a dog?ā
āyouāre telling me iām the dog?ā
once again, you idiotically laugh.)
this time around, you found out that childeās real name was ajax. childe was just a nickname given to him by his 8th grade teacher and the name has been stuck ever since. you figured out that he likes the nickname rather wellā he tells you that it makes him interesting to which you disagree, sparking a thirty minute debate between you two.
when the party died down, and you were called to help the newly wedded bride, you both bid each other good night. this time, it was his turn to joke about the next wedding you two will meet.
(āif i saw you again in another wedding, i promise to shave my head.ā
you snort, āsee you at the next wedding then.ā)
the moment you meet childe once again, you were a little bit disappointed that you werenāt wearing another bridesmaid dress. however, childe was more than ecstatic that he met you in a baby shower hosted by a mutual friend (once again).
the moment the couple popped the balloon which launched dozens of pink confetti to the air, childe appears right beside you almost immediately.
this time, you find out that heās equally anxious as you to see the people in your life settling down. that your friends left and right are getting married and having kids, while you had the trouble of looking for someone to spend new yearās eve with.
(ādonāt you think that all these events weāre attending are getting suffocating?ā
this was the first time you wholeheartedly agree with him without the teasing.)
when everyone else was starting to clean up, and you finally put your hand on your friendās belly to feel the baby kick, childe tells you heās going home with a box of take outs. he finally asks you for your number, telling you that he hopes to see you again without the pressuring reminders of settling down.
(āsee you on new years?ā
āsee you on new years.ā)
five months went by without the wedding and baby shower invitations, you were glad to say the least. while you were incredibly happy for your friends, you canāt help but to feel insecure for being unable to settle down like the most of them are.
childe and you call sometimes, mostly right before bed and you always scold him for ruining your body clock. but as whiny as you can be, you never actually hung up on him.
these conversations over the phone let you discover little things about childe. like how he hates ketchup on eggs but is fine with it being on everything else, how he likes eating mint choco flavored ice cream but detests anything else flavored mint, and the fact that one of his hobbies is crocheting stuffed toys for teucer who you learned was childeās youngest brother.
he came from a big family from the country side. he had three older siblings and another three that followed him. you learn that he was a family man; he specifically treasures and adores the three younger ones left at home.
you discover that to them, childe is ajaxā the dependable big brother.
during the phone calls, ajax tells you his adventures back home. how he once got pulled into the lake after catching a fish bigger than him, how he once went home with more than enough bruises after learning how to skate for the first time. in return, you supply him the latest office gossip; how the boss and his secretary were sleeping together and almost got caught by the wife. putting things into perspective, your stories were much more dull.
despite these phone calls starting to become a part of your nightly routine, you both never came around to the idea of spending time with each other in personal.
however, the promise of spending new years with each other still remains. and when the night came, you were all bundled up in his arms from complaining how cold it was outside. it was now his turn to complain about the cold as you have succeeded at stealing his mittens and scarf.
(āyou didnāt think you could dress for the weather?ā
āmy coats at home ruin my dress.ā)
when the countdown starts and the ball finally drops, everyone starts kissing their partners while you could only stare at childeās lips. he does the same to you, and before you knew it, you were leaning towards each other, finding the warmth of your lips.
ajax finally meets you halfway and the moment just felt right.
(the next wedding you attend to was yours. and every single one of your mutual friends were invited.)
friends to lovers, swearing.
thoma has been there for your first heartbreak.
he was there to watch every sappy romcoms known to man with you, he was there to give you a new roll of tissue whenever you ran out, and he was right beside you to clean up whatever mess you made.
thoma has been there when your first love shattered your heart into pieces just like how youāve been there for him when his broke.
the two of you fell easily into a routine; he listens when you gush over the guy you recently met while you give him advice on how to win over his seat mate in class. he reassures you that it wasnāt your fault that things ended up that way while you listen to his frustrations about how incorrigible his girlfriend was. the two of you share a microwave meal as you both whine how relationships are tiring only for the two of you to share a tub of ice cream two weeks later, as you talk about how beautiful it is to love.
the night you call him, your words gibberish and barely comprehensible, it doesnāt take thoma very long to piece the puzzles together. you were obviously upset (upset is an understatement) about your recent romantic endeavor and it was up to thoma to cheer you up just like youāve done for him many times.
on his way to your home, he picks up a tub of ice cream, a pack of tissue to be safe, and a romantic film that he knew would make you laugh at the ridiculousness.
he rings your doorbell to which you open the door in response, and he sees you standing in your pjs, eyes bloodshot and snot all over your nose. while this was the typical look whenever you were heartbroken, thoma is confused and left to wonderā you have yet to mention being interested to someone for the past two months.
but when a gold envelope haphazardly thrown on the kitchen counter catches his eyes, thoma gets the idea.
āheās getting married.ā you sob loudly, āheās fucking getting married.ā
the male hands you the box of tissue he bought, and you motion him to enter the flat.
āall this time, i thought he didnāt want to get married ever, but he just meant that he didnāt want to get to married to me,ā you cry harder than what thoma was accustomed to, and scared that you might literally fall apart, he leads you to your couch.
āand you know whatās funny? theyāre getting married on spring,ā you inhale briefly, āin fucking spring thoma! thatās when i wanted to get married.ā
the man pats you in the back, āhe was a douche anyway; i didnāt like him.ā thoma takes out the ice cream he bought, handing it to you and the spoon urging you to eat like it would make your problems disappear right away.
as if you hadnāt heard your friend, you continue venting out your frustrations. āand get this: the girl heās marrying is hannah.ā
āhannah?ā
āhannah on your 21st birthday. your hannah!ā
āoh.ā
he sits on the couch, grabs the tub of ice cream and keeps it to himself.
and then the two of you sit in silence.
ādo you think this is godās way of telling us that weāre meant for each other?ā
thoma raises an eyebrow.
āi mean, all the people that throws us awayāā thoma decides that he will lecture you on your choice of words, āāend up being together. like maybe weāre so bad that weāre made for each other?ā
āwhich movie did you watch without me?ā he teases, to which you take offense because you would never dare to watch a bad movie without him. the rest of the night continues without the topic being brushed over once again but for a moment, thoma actually considers the thought.
maybe, just maybe.
five months followed, and you never cried out your heart to him ever since. thoma, finds himself relinquishing from meeting new people, taking time to sort out himself partly. the other part knows that ever since you told him your silly theory about why your relationships always end up as failures, thoma had started seeing you more than as a friend.
he thinks that heād make a great damn boyfriend; better than anyone else you had. he knows exactly what makes you double on the floor for laughing, the food you want to eat on certain days, and how to calm you down whenever you were anything but.
despite that, thoma waits. he waits for you to come to him, waiting for you to realize, and waiting for you to be ready. so when you call him up on a friday night, just to hang and not talk about how relationships were taxing, that was the moment he knew.
when you told him you wanted to see another romcom movie without being gibberish and snot blocking your nose, he decides that maybe itās finally the right time.
thoma lives for the after. the after of every failed relationship because he knows that at the end of the tunnel, there is hope. that in every relationship he enters, heāll be one step closer to āthe oneā. and as he looks at you, fighting to keep your eyes wide open to watch yet another sappy romcom movie, he realizes you were the after.
kind of soulmates to lovers, reincarnation, character death (but itās a happy/hopeful ending donāt worry)
xiao dreams.
at night, dreams plague him in his sleep and he wakes up wondering what is it all about.
illustrations of what wang shu inn looked like more than 10,000 years ago visits him in his sleep, the old liyue looking so vivid as if he lived to tell the its tales.
in these dreams, xiao is always visited by the same person. their hair covers almost half of their face whenever the wind blows, their lips always chastising the āhimā in his dreams, their smile was so bright that it completely unravels the heavy knot on xiaoās chest.
and xiao finds himself longing. whenever he wakes up in the morning, he yearns for this person. for him, it feels like the act of falling in love with someone you donāt know, missing somebody you never met.
(āpromise that you will look for me in our next lives, alatus.ā
xiao jolts awake.)
the young man has heard of that name before.
in his history class, way back in 7th grade, he had heard the feats and victories that belonged to the name. a fearless warrior that served liyueās god, alatus was said to die peacefully years after the war yet he was all alone.
he had lived his life devoted to the god of contracts; spending his days fighting demons, alatusā loyalty was to liyue and its people.
xiao hears that a museum nearly ten blocks away has opened to visitors. it is said it contains almost all the rich history of liyue that remains untouched, including portraits and statues once revered many years ago. there, xiao seeks answers.
he arrives at the sight of a familiar figure.
ādo you know him?ā
you turn around, looking at the guy bewildered.
āiād have to be really old for me to know him,ā
xiao feels his breath taken away from him as he finally confirms his suspicions; you looked exactly like the person in his dreams, only your hair is much shorter. the flurry of emotions inside of him breaks the dam; his heart pounding loudly in his chest that any louder you would have heard it, his head filled with incomplete memories, and his lungs struggling to breath.
(one night at wangshu inn, he sees you brushing your hair.
ājoin me and letās look at the stars together.ā you pat the space next to you.
āwaste of my time.ā he tsks, before muttering his breath but he finds himself taking his rightful place beside you.)
he notices the way your eyebrows furrow at him and your lips turning into a pout. āhas anyone told you that you look exactly like the guy in the painting?ā
true to your words, when xiao gazes upwards, he sees himself staring back at him. eyes bore into his soul, scrutinizing his every move and itās extremely weird that such painting makes him feel like heās being watched, and by himself no less.
below the painting, a gold plate is mounted against the wall.
a loverās oath.
alatus in the art is holding someone. their white clothing smeared with blood, and the tears that fall from the yakshaās face were enough to tell xiao that they were in their last moments before separation.
strangely, xiao feels a tug on his heart strings. an overwhelming feeling looks over him, and he feels like heās about to cry.
āit brings you to tears, doesnāt it?ā
(xiao in his dreams feels like his heart was ripped open.
in his arms, the only person he might have loved is already dying. the blood from the wound seeping on their clothes is a reminder that itās only minutes away before their impending doom.
xiao, for the first time in a while, cries when he wakes up.)
āi dream of the person in white,ā xiao suddenly confesses.
āthey say that they might have been alatusā friend, companion, and lover.ā you tell him, reading from the standee near you.
when you receive no reply from the male, you glance at him and your eyes meet.
intrigue, you ask, āhow do they look like in your dreams?ā
āthey look like you.ā
the timeline varies but itās mainly centered in whatever the genshin timeline is for plot convenience, references to death (still happy ending), reincarnation au, it literally takes several lifetimes for zhongli to realize he likes you, literally the āiām godās favorite mortal; he favors meā pipeline. ALSO i got carried away im sorry
first.
you first meet zhongli as a refugee from the waging war. the god governing your land slaughtered mercilessly by those who seek more power. your feet brings you to morax; looking for a shelter and protection.
you almost got turned away, even receiving snide remarks from higher beings for being naively brave to seek protection from a god when you were nothing but a mortal.
(but what is a godās purpose if not to protect the nation he governs and the people inhabiting it?)
it was only in the right hand deityās grace were you able to stay.
so like a fish out of water, you live amongst immortals, making yourself useful with mundane tasks that warriors shouldnāt be bothered with.
(when you died in the hands of the enemy, it served as a reminder why morax fights this war.)
second.
the next time zhongli notices of your presence, it was in the middle of the rise of liyue harbor. he is finally a step closer to building a safe land to house his people; long years of the war soon to be buried.
morax, now known as rex lapis, hears every single prayer made at his statues.
he feels you ardently take care of the sculptures and in return, he passionately listens to your pleas of saving your sick mother.
(on your way home one day, you find a plant youāve never seen before. you take its fruit for your mother to eat as you hold onto your faith, hoping that this may be the answer to your prayers.
the next day, she stands up from her bed for the first time in a long while.)
third.
the first time you were able to hold a conversation with zhongli, was his first time walking amongst mortals.
he now goes by jiawei, a struggling merchant trying to strike a fortune in the harborā at least thatās what he tells you during your introductions.
youāve always thought that jiawei was a nobleās son. his vast knowledge on liyueās history, his proficiency in reading and writing, and his peculiar taste for lavishness gave it away. furthermore, there were days he hadnāt been present, and you surely assumed it was due to his duties as a noble.
zhongli, or jiawei in this life, shares myths and legends of ancient liyue to you while you show him the ropes of living as a simple commoner in his land. he teaches you how to read and write while you teach him what goes on at the streets of the harbor.
(when jiawei doesnāt appear one night to meet you under the stars, you assume he finally grew out of his childlike wonder and immaturity. instead, he grows into the shoes that were his noble duties.)
fourth.
zhongli catches your reincarnation crying underneath an oak tree this time.
he approaches you gently, wishing to comfort an old friend even if you probably donāt remember him. a hand behind your back soothes whatever distress youāre carrying as he tells you everything will be alright.
zhongli learns you are bound to suffer the same fate as almost every maiden in his country.
in a few months or so, your hand will be taken and you will be forced to marry someone whom you have yet to meet.
and zhongli, for the first time, meets someone who openly cursed rex lapis.
(ātrust in the lord rex lapis my foot, he doesnāt even listen to my prayers!ā
zhongli purses his lipsā if only you retained your past memories.)
the following week, your father shared good news that you wouldnāt have to marry to save your clan from ruin. apparently, your crops have never been better and every merchant is seeking business with you.
the next time you see the man who listened you vent out your frustrations under a tree, you thank him for the comfort you received. he expresses his happiness as you tell him that maybe rex lapis isnāt deaf after all while you donāt catch the slight tense on his shoulders.
(that life, just like any other life, you thank him with a different name yet again. zhongli feels that heās close to losing his identity.)
fifth.
āi know you from somewhere.ā
āthat wouldnāt be possible; i have just gotten back from my travels.ā
āi know you from a long time ago.ā
āagain, that would be impossible.ā
the fifth time zhongli meets you, he notices that your sense of deja vu has gotten stronger.
the god gives you his mortal name that he decided to stick to, making it the first time among others that you meet him under the name zhongli.
in this life, he tells you that heās a scholar that hails from the land of sumeru with keen interest on liyueās rich history, and now heās traveling across teyvat for his studies. you find yourself not believing him one bit.
he tells you stories from his travels, from the hospitality of mondstandt to the exquisite cuisine of inazuma, zhongli recounts the wonders of each nations heās visited. but from his stories, you know that the manās heart will always remain in liyue.
and as months passed by and seasons changed, you find yourself wishing that his heart would remain with you as well. but the god resigned himself to a much crueler fate; to walk down a path alone and by himself.
(āi think i love you.ā
āit shall pass.ā)
sixth.
the heart is a fickle thing, zhongli realizes.
in your previous lifetime, he refused to return your feelings and for a while, heās committed to it. but as he lays his eyes on you for the first time in this lifetime, he was suddenly reminded that he too, was capable of loving.
zhongli doesnāt approach you, afraid that the feelings he has locked away far deep into the trenches of his heart will blossom and turn into something as beautiful as flowers. but alas, your soul finds his, under the same oak tree that he once found you under, and you almost remembered.
(āi just know that you were special to me.ā
zhongli almost caves.)
seventh.
almost a century passes by and zhongliās feelings for you remain the same. you died and you were reborn.
he never reveals himself to you.
eighth.
ninth.
tenth.
eleventh.
(āwhy do you seem so afraid?ā
the god does not reply, afraid that his voice might give him away.
āwhy canāt you give us a chance?ā)
twelfth.
when zhongli is just zhongli and rex lapis was no more, he comes and finds you.
he dines with you in your favorite restaurant, he walks around the harbor with you hand in hand, and he finally takes you to places in liyue to see its beauty that the textbooks could never justify.
for the first time, the ex archon takes the key and unlocks his heart, allowing himself to love with no restrictions.
(you die from old age, and you know that your husband isnāt anything like you for his hair remained dark while yours turned white, his skin smooth and soft while yours had turned wrinkled and rough from time.)
twentieth.
liyueās skies have been crying non stop and zhongli is to blame partly.
while he had renounced his claim to the land long ago, a part of his soul is still linked to his beloved nation.
your body remained lifeless, cold, and bitter in the godās arms. you died peacefully in your sleep, beside your lover and zhongli feels like heart in his chest is being ripped apart slowly and painfully.
as a mortal, you were granted with infinite numbers of reincarnations. you meet zhongli, you spend your lifetime with him wondering why his touch feels so familiar, and then you die peacefully. the cycle repeats.
(zhongli is cursed; heās sure of it.
while he remembers every waking moment with you, you were bound to forget him and the lives you spent together.
but still, even if the cycle of losing you hurts more than any wound he received from the wars he fought, zhongli continues.
for what is grief if not love persevering?)
twenty-fifth.
through the years, he has grown weary and tired. the path to godhood is a lonely one, but a path leaving his old ways whilst immortal? zhongli has never felt more alone in his life.
he ventures the lands and seas in attempt to break free from the shackles of being a god.
but even then, his path remains anything but fortuitous; his attempts were futile.
(it was his turn to swear at celestia and the higher beings.)
thirty-ninth.
zhongli finds comfort in writing.
he jots down everything about you in every life you spend with him, afraid heāll forget one detail about you.
this is where he finds solace in when time takes you away from him. itās what keeps him sane as he waits for you in your next life and the one after that.
as he reads and reads the words he put down into notes, he notices nothing ever changes. he always end up falling in love with you, and you always end up falling in love with him. for zhongli, may it be cruel in its own way, it is a reminder that immortal he may be, he always has a place in your mortality.
(āwhat are you writing?ā
ājust some reminders for the day darling.ā)
fortieth.
zhongli, with how long heās been living, should have known better than to leave his possessions laying out in the open.
itās not like heās keeping secrets from you, but even he would go crazy if he finds a journal (of his lover nonetheless) that suggests heās already living his fortieth life.
but you were better than zhongli at handling things like this. you were much more patient and calmer, like the never changing rivers of liyue.
zhongli tells you of your past lives for the first time, and you cry.
not because you felt trapped by loving the same person all the time, but rather, sorry that your lover had to go through all of it all alone.
(ācanāt you just grow old with me?ā
ābelieve me sweetest, i tried.ā)
morax, rex lapis, jia wei, zhongli. theyāre all the same. theyāre all slaves to love and to the dreams of spending the rest of their lives with someone they cherish.
that night, zhongli prayed, got on his knees and begged.
once, he was an enemy of celestia. now, he falls to its feet willing to do anything just for it to grant his wish.
he doesnāt sleep, eat, or drink. he just prays.
(oh how the mighty have fallen.)
a week later, your eyes squint at him and he wonders.
āis there something on my face?ā
you shake your head, and without warning you pull a strand of hair from his head.
āare you supposed to have white hair?ā
zhongli, funnily enough, starts bawling.
(you never thought someone would be so happy that wrinkles are starting to appear all around his face, and how the callousness of his hands become more evident.)
forty-ninth.
fiftieth.
fifty-third.
sixtieth.
seventieth.
zhongli is able to love freely. finally.
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cw: generally gn but uses she/her (an itty bit), pet names, angst, hurt/comfort, a sliver of fluff, mention of character death, a little wholesome if youāre delusional enough (me)
synopsis: āWhen I die, promise me youāll forget me. Erase me from your memories, bury me in the past, and live.ā
a/n: my 3 babygirls + if I caused anyone any distress from this soft angst then let me know !! so I can continue wrecking havoc :)
āā źØļø Xiao
Xiao stared at you, frozen in place and eyes widening as those words fell from your lips. He was in shock, completely baffled at how casually you uttered those words. As if they meant nothingā¦ he grimly thought, As if you could ever mean nothing. His hands trembled, balling them into fists and digging his nails into the back of his palm. Had his silent affection, loving kisses, acts of devotion, and fierce protection not been testament enough to the impact you had on him? Had you not realized that you wielded the same amount of power over him as his previous master had with his true name? The Yaksha was almost amazed at your ignorance. āHow dare you speak so carelesslyā¦ā he growled. Xiao was already fully aware of the reality of your inevitable death; itās a truth that even the Conquerer of Demons, himself, adamantly refuses to revisit. He was bitterly aware that your time in Teyvat ā your days together ā was on borrowed time compared to his. Thatās just the fate of a human's life in comparison to an Adeptus. He knew that the day will come when he would be forced to confront the tragic cycle of life and death once again, and if only for the sake of his Archon, heāll grit his teeth and face it when the time comes. But to ask him to forget you, to erase you from his memories? You, who he cherishes most of all. You, who stealthily slithered into his heart and made a home in the remnants of his damned soul. You, who he foolishly fell in love with. There was no force in this wretched world that could ever submit him to abandon the little joy he was given in his life. And to ask that of him was to condemn him to a far crueler fate than that of the karmic debt he harbors on his shoulders.
Glowering at the wooden floorboards of the Wangshu Inn, Xiaos piercing eyes flickered up at you. āDo not make such absurd requests of me again.ā He sneered. Flinching in surprise, you questioningly glanced at your lover. Shifting your gaze down, you noticed the deathly grip he held on the patio's railing and the cracking lines spreading beneath his fingertips. āXiaoā¦ wait, I didnāt mean toāā but your words were cut short by the solemn glint in his yellow stare. āThere are many things I struggle to comprehend about you mortals, so tell me,ā attentively, your ears perked up and your breathing paused as he spoke, ācould you forget me so easily if I asked you to? Is your affection for me simplyā¦ā biting the inside of his cheek, his expression shifted to one of sorrowful hesitation, ātemporary?ā Your entire body tensed. Xiao had made a bad habit of hiding his less āacceptableā emotions in an attempt to not burden you ā no matter how many times you reassured him ā so to glimpse at that fragile vulnerability and find the newly seed of doubt you had planted, it made your heart wrench in your chest. You blinked a few times as each flutter of your lashes only gathered more and more wet droplets onto them. āNo! Xiao! I would ne-.. verā¦.ā and thatās when you realized the weight of what you had asked him. Rejected.. I made him feel rejected, You internally groaned. Sighing you carefully took a few steps towards him, āListen to me,ā you softly spoke, āI donāt want you to live in mourning after I pass. You donāt deserve that, Xiao,ā and his eyes widened, āI want you to be happy,ā softening your gaze, you continued, āI want you to continue enjoying the gifts life brings, no matter how big or small they might be!ā Standing in front of him, you reached a hand out to gently caress his cheek and dotingly smiled when he instinctively leaned into your touch. āI want you to keep spending time with humans, and one day you may even find new companions whoāll add to your happiness.ā Nonsense, he thought. The Adeptus revers you almost as highly as his Archon and you think some feeble companions could ever compare? Xiao placed his hand atop yours and gingerly kissed your palm. His eyes reflected a tender intensity as he peered down at you, āOur connection is too strong, y/n.ā his arms wrapped protectively around you, holding you tightly as if he wasnāt careful enough youād disappear and be gone forever. Xiao hovered his lips above yours as he rested his forehead on you, and closed his eyes, āNo matter what challenges time brings, or what you, yourself, try to do to sever our bond,ā pressing his lips on yours, he kissed you as he quietly whispered, āI will love you, always.ā
āļ½”ļ¾āļøļ½”āļ½” ļ¾ā¾ ļ¾ļ½”ā
417 years have gone by since Xiao last held you in his embrace. And although he was pleased he was able to offer you a long, happy and loving life, Xiao would be blatantly lying if he said heād moved on from your death. And if not for your last ā somewhat reasonable ā request, he likely wouldnāt have intervened with the lives of mortals, or reluctantly accepted their friendship. If that was what you truly wouldāve wanted for him then heāll hold his complaints and trust your judgement. It was bittersweet, really. If you were still alive, he knew in his heart youād be fascinated by these mortals' new technology and inventions; he wonders what youād say of this new era. And he canāt help the smile that tugs on his lips as he thinks of how youād fawn over these silly contraptions, Thereās no doubt youād be foolishly fascinated by such simple trinkets, he thinks, but archons what he wouldnāt do to see your eyes sparkle with wonder again. And although Teyvat has undergone infinite changes, there is but one acre of land that the Yaksha has ensured remains untouched by humans, Adeptus or demons alike. It was a sort of sanctuary for him. A place of refuge, meditation, reflection, and heartache; but above all, it was where Xiao would religiously visit to honor the love he had, and continues to have, for you ā his one and only. The area was radiant, nothing less than one of Liyues hidden gems. The ground was vibrant with lush grass, lively wildlife, and blanketed with all your favorite flowers; flowers Xiao had helped you plant and nurture. What once started as your personal garden ended up flourishing with vines, plants and new ecosystems. It could honestly be described as a mini forest, and the Adeptus wonders if itās prosperity is because of you. Either way, you wouldāve loved it, and that thought alone was enough. Thinking back, Xiao couldnāt believe he was so ignorant. Initially, he thought the whole custom was silly when Morax first casually mentioned it one day. āMarriage, is a unity humans practice as well here in Teyvat. It is a unity between lovers ā a ceremonial alliance, if you will.ā To him, the idea seemed pointless, but the thought never left his head since. Heās already submitted himself to you in every way, but if his Archon had advised marriage was also a custom between mortals then perhaps you would like to marry as well. So this sacred area is where you both wed. The beaming smile and buzzing excitement you showed that day was forever engraved in his memories. Xiao still keeps the silver ring you slid on his finger with him. Though as of recent centuries he hasnāt worn it as much in order to preserve its integrity, but sometimes, when heās laying amidst the swaying grass and reminiscing of times gone past, heāll slip it on and think of you. On rare occasions the Yaksha would even stage a performance, the way he used to when he danced beneath the moonlight as you watched in awe. Whether sunlight warms his skin, rain splashes on his hair and wets his clothes, or strong currents of the wind whistles loudly through the air, heāll dance to the natural rhythm of Teyvat. A performance reserved only for you. Other times heāll rest on a bed of soft moss as his honey eyes gaze at the starry sky till morning illuminates the world once more. Simply remembering the sound of your voice, your touch, your laugh, and heāll wonder, wherever you are in this vast universe, if you think of him too.
āā źØļø Zhongli
The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the mountaintop of Mt. Aocang. The traditional, delicately crafted teacup Zhongli held was now shattered into pieces in the palm of his hand, and the tea previously filling it was now spilled all over the god's lap. Unaware that his sudden vise-like grip was to blame for its broken state. He saw your lips move and your body apprehensively patting his clothes dry with a cloth, but he couldnāt hear a thing. Zhongli simply stayed in place as his golden eyes stared at you. Yes, itās true that the former Geo Archon has encountered countless tragic fates and lost several friends and close relationships to the erosion of time. And itās only been recent, with the reawakening of Azhdaha, that he had to reluctantly reevaluate and reaccept his cursed fate of eternity until the last remnants of his body eroded back into the stones of old. Azhdaha reminded him his future was pitiful. Doomed to solidarity as punishment for being a God. It was for that exact reason that Zhongli heavily contemplated the idea of entering a relationship with a human for a very long time before officially committing to you. However, it was also through that slow-burn romance that an unexpected love blossomed. Its tender passion awoke a primal instinct that had long laid dormant in the depths of Moraxās innate desires ā it caught the Archon, himself, off guard. The love of a God cannot be easily earned or discarded. It entails complete submission, adoration, and devotion. Then again, it might be the reason Zhongli wasnāt avoidant of the inevitable outcome of this relationship. He fully accepted the consequences of his decision if it meant enjoying just a moment of tranquility in your embrace. Heād be willing to endure a thousand years of heartache if it meant hearing your voice just once, and heād suffer through thousands more if even to kiss the fabric that clung to your body.
Zhongli, blinked from his trance and looked down to see you patting his clothes dry with red fingertips and scathed palms from the burning hot tea. Swiftly, he took hold of your hands and took the cloth away from you. He felt a pang of guilt as he carefully cascaded his thumb across the searing flush of your warmed skin. āI do apologize, my love.ā shifting his gaze up to you, he continued, āIt seems that your request has taken me aback.ā Tightening your hold on his hands, you knitted your brows in worry, āOh.. Iām sorry, I didnāt mean to offend you.ā you pouted. Zhongli removed his gloves, and your attention trailed to the geo marks decorating his golden skin. So pretty, you thought. āThere is no need to fret, darling.ā His voice was deep and affectionate. An obvious difference compared to the usual somber and nonchalant tone he speaks with, and it made your heart flutter knowing it was only ever exposed to you. But then suddenly, his expression turned serious. āHowever, that request would be a breach of contract, and I simply, will not break it.ā Your eyes widened for a moment before quirking an eyebrow up in question. You momentarily tilted your head in curiosity, and the Archon couldnāt help but feel his gaze soften, just a little, in response to your small habit. Fluttering your eyes on him, you asked, āWhat contract?ā What contract? He silently mused, as if the answer itself was blatantly obvious ā which to him, it was. Lowly chucking, he wrapped his large hand around your wrist and slipped his fingertips up to caress your palm. Raising your hand up to his lips, he languidly met your gaze with his adoring one. āIf you do not recall, then allow me to remind you.ā Closing his eyes, he placed a kiss on your fingertip, āI have sworn myself each time I touch your skin.ā He placed a kiss on another, āEach time my mind had been desperately surrendered by thoughts of you.ā Then another, fluttering his long lashes, he peered at you with half-lidded eyes as his pupils dilated to slits āIn every moment our bodies intimately intertwine together amidst the heat of our love.ā Gasping at his sudden confession, your heart sped up in a fervent fluster. He leaned in close, āI am bound to you, my love, for all eternity.ā Zhongli kissed you once, and then twice. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in, almost urging you to sit on his lap. Deepening the kiss the Geo Archon could only pray his kisses could hope to portray even a sliver of the love he has for you.
āļ½”ļ¾āļøļ½”āļ½” ļ¾ā¾ ļ¾ļ½”ā
And so a millennium has passed, he hums. 1,231 years to be exact. Since your passing, Zhongli counted each year that came and went. Placing an incense down on the shrine he built in your memory, the Archon kneeled before your golden statue and prayed ā heās not quite sure to who, and heās not sure if thereās anyone listening, but if there is, he hopes itās you. Today had been an unusual day given that he doesnāt normally visit your shrine so late in the evening, but no matter what he did it seemed like unforeseen circumstances kept getting in the way of his preplanned visit. And after several attempts of trying to untangle himself from piling responsibilities, he sighed and decided it was best to just visit you by the end of today no matter what or who dared get in his way. Which brings us to now. However, shortly after he started his peaceful meditation, he was disturbed by someoneās quiet shuffles behind him. Fluttering his eyes open, his sharp gaze glared in the direction the noise was coming from. Even though itās location wasnāt necessarily private, this shrine was his personal alter of worship, a private haven, who the hell was foolish enough to intrude on its sacred premises? Snapping his head around, his menacing gaze immediately widened into one of pure shock. It surely.. canāt be..? He muttered in disbelief. āOh! Iām sorry I-um- I didnāt realize someone was here!ā The voice awkwardly spoke, and as they turned to leave, his lips moved before he could realize he was talking, āWhatās your name?ā Blinking in surprise, the woman sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck, āAh. Iām h/n, heh.ā Walking closer she carefully inspected the handsome man as he stared at her like she was some sort of ghost. āIs this your shrine?ā Looking up at the statue she softly smiled, āIāve been coming here for weeks.ā she confessed, and Zhongli slowly stood from his position. Itās her. The depths of the dragons innate need for his mate had violently awoken from its slumber, and he felt the bond he mourned for centuries, suddenly call out to each and every one of his senses. Itās her. Your reincarnation. Lighting her own stick of incense and bowing, the woman ā you ā glanced back at him, āI found this place by accident, and I bring my own incense to pay my respects as well. But honestly, I donāt know why I come here.ā You chuckled. āMaybe itās because her statue looks similar to me, or maybe ā¦ itās because I canāt help but feel like this place calls to me.ā Shaking your head, you bashfully looked away, āSounds crazy, right?ā āNo.. no, not at allā¦.ā Softening his gaze, he offered a smile. Thereās no mistaking it. I can sense her soul, years of longing and heartache clutched his heart, I could recognize it anywhere. And so the both of you spent the evening chatting away over tea the man you came to know as āZhongliā had prepared, and when nighttime shadowed the streets you both politely took your leaves. Zhongli deeply considered whether or not he should look for you again, but he soon realized he couldnāt bring himself to disrupt the new life you had built ā even if it didnāt include him. He told himself he was happy, satisfied knowing your soul had returned even if every cell in his body painfully yearned to be with his lover again. Being given the opportunity to drink tea with you should be privilege enough. It wasnāt until you visited the shrine early one morning that you finally found him. After a brief catch-up, he noticed you nervously shifting, āIs something the matter?ā He worriedly asked. With a deep breathe you confessed whatād been on your mind since your last encounter. āHave we met before?ā You began, and his entire body froze, āI know this might seem strange butā¦ā and unconsciously his body leaned in closer as his primal instincts begged him to caress your skin once more, but he forced himself rooted. Until you uttered a single sentence and momentarily tilted your head in curiosity that he felt his heart struck, and daresay, even gave the god hope. āI canāt help but feel likeā¦. Iāve met you before, a long time ago.ā
āā źØļø Childe
Strumming his fingertips, Childe hummed in contemplation. Heās well aware of the repercussions that come with being 11th of the Fatui Harbingers, and heās hyper-aware of the vile leverage his enemies would try to obtain when discovering the infamous Harbinger has taken a lover. However, the thing about Childe is that he actually openly welcomes his enemies to try to even get remotely near you. Honestly, your request is just straight-up hilarious to him. But he supposes he canāt blame you. After all, you havenāt a clue of the extent your lover has and, even as you ask, is taking to ensure your safety. Itās stressful, really, but the man loves challenges ā āLet them come, let them ALL come!ā He manically laughs, before lowering his head, āIāll kill them all where they stand.ā he snarls. Every loud and flamboyant confession, every playful kiss, every subtle caress of your skin, and each lingering touch holds an ulterior motive aside from just affection. Itās a warning. But you never noticed, have you? While youāre pushing him away in a flustered daze, you donāt notice how his cheeky smile and crescent eyes fall the second you turn in a huff and his gaze narrows to a sinister glare ā directly locking eyes with the spies creeping atop rooftops. How he never directly answers your questions when he disappears for a few minutes only to return scathed and sometimes even bleeding. Brushing away your worry with a tender smile as he pinches your cheek, āHeh, donāt worry so much!ā Heāll coo. Your request isnāt even an option. Childe would die for you, kill for you, live for you. Heāll do whatever it takes to stand above a pile of bloody corpses if only to force them to bow before you. You, the promised ruler of the world heāll craft. And should you fall, he would build his empire on the blood of millions just to keep his promise.
Childes eyes glimmered in amusement as he threw his head back and laughed. āHahahā!! You really do have an active imagination babe!ā Playfully ruffling your hair, he chuckled, āCāmon now, donāt say such nonsense.ā His lips curled into a beaming smile, but you could tell by the edge laced in his words that he meant what he said. Huffing, you smacked his hand away, āIām not joking, Ajax!ā Sighing, you turned away in embarrassment, āIām beingā¦. Iām being serious, alright?ā Pausing, Childe furrowed his brows, āYouāre serious?ā Rolling your eyes, you marched away feeling flustered and annoyed by your lover's reaction, āYes! Iām being serious!ā Normally, the incredulous stare Childe gave you wouldāve made you tease him in any other situation, but as of now it only added to the searing burn on your cheeks. Following behind you, he grabbed your arm to stop you and delicately tugged you to look at him. āHey, what are you saying?ā Turning around, you were met with narrowed blue eyes and a frown, āAre you calling me weak?ā And as much as you wanted to stay mad at him, you couldnāt help but crack a smile at his accusatory tone and pouty lips. Intertwining your fingers with his you stepped toward him until your face was only inches away from his pretty glaring eyes. Running your fingertips against his jaw, you lightly traced them across his freckled skin until you reached his messy, orange hair, āThe only thing I think you are is dumb.ā You lovingly purred. Scoffing he averted his gaze from yours. āListen, Ajax,ā you started, āI know you worry about me, and yes, even though youāre the strongest man I knowāā āEver will know.ā He corrected. Giggling you flicked his forehead, āEver will know~ā you repeated, before you cleared your throat and steeled your gaze, āIf I do passā¦ promise me youāll live for yourself, okay? Take care of yourself, and no matter what, donāt let my memory hold you back.ā Hold me back? He chuckled. Gently placing both hands on your cheeks, he guided your head to fully face him, āYour life makes me feel alive, y/n, and if the day comes ā which it wonāt,ā he sternly emphasized, āyour memory will only serve as the reason I fight to survive.ā Pulling you into his protective embrace he buried his face in your soft locks, āIāll keep you safe.ā
āļ½”ļ¾āļøļ½”āļ½” ļ¾ā¾ ļ¾ļ½”ā
720 days. Thatās 720 archon-forsaken days, and sleepless nights. It was clear to all, that a part of Childe never quite recovered the day he found your lifeless body lying alongside the jagged edges of stone slabs resting beneath a mountain cliff side. The image of your body lying still as a pool of your blood gushed from your mutilated wounds onto the unforgiving surface of the rocks became a memory deeply embedded in the Harbingers mind. Then again, perhaps it wasnāt something inside him that had shattered, but instead completely disappeared. Even now, he still feels likes heās quietly being haunted by the agonizing screams he cried and tears that he endlessly shed as he held your bloody corpse in his possessive and shaky embrace. However, all of that paled in comparison to the unsettling numbness that nestled within his bones and tainted his heart when he caught sight of the item that dropped from your hand as he cradled you. It was mocking. Taunting, even. āThe pendantā¦ā he spoke, barely above a whisper. She protected.. the pendant I gave her? His azure stare darkened as the very last of his compassion died right there and then. Now they only harbored hatred and desolation. Reaching to pick up the pendant, Childe carefully brushed the blood staining it with his gloved thumb. This was the gold entwined, jade pendant he had gifted you during the firework showcase of your first Lantern Rite with him. It was intended as a good luck token ā a marker of sorts. He promised you that so long as you held this pendant, he would always come to protect you; your lover vowed this. His breath trembled, and his jaw clenched as he glared at it with blurry eyes. He couldnāt help but wonder, Was she waiting for me, choking out a sob his fingers combed through your hair as he rested his forehead on yours and salty tears dripped down your cheek, to protect her? And that thought alone was enough to sever the remaining domestic threads of his heart. For the next two years, Childe spent every waking moment tracking your killer. His obsession only further manifested as time went by. Even his work as a Fatui Harbinger strained, yet none were brave enough to tell him otherwise. Either because of fear, or because the Tsaritsa ordered it so. During that time there were those who argued that Childe had gone on a blind rampage, and others argued the Harbinger became the vengeful embodiment of a man of focus, commitment, and sheer will. To be honest? Neither were completely right or wrong. He never hurt bystanders, yet he never hesitated slaughtering anyone who got in his way. As for those foolish enough to mislead him or hold information? Well, they suffered a fate worse than death. It wasnāt until he found himself deep within the shadowy crevices of the chasm that he finally met your murderer. It was a wretched demon that had ripped you away from him, a crime even death was too good for. The accumulated rage of a fallen God was nothing compared to the murderous hatred he harbored. In the end, Childe came victorious ā albeit at the cost of his own life. Sliding against weathered stone, he sat down and aimlessly stared at the curvatures of the chasm. āSeems I couldnāt keep my promise, huh?ā He chuckled, āDonāt be too mad at me.ā Wincing in pain, he slipped out the pendent he gifted you from his Foul Legacyās armor as he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Kissing itās cold exterior, he took a breathy sigh, āPlease, wait for me,ā fluttering his eyes shut, a line of blood dribbled from his lips as he smiled, ājust a littleā¦. longer..ā
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Summary: a few vendors are at Wangshu Inn hoping to sell their goods. You decide to go down and have a look. Xiao is quietly watching you atop his spot at Wangshu Inn. A foreign feeling comes to his chest seeing another man touch you. What is this feeling?
Pairing: Xiao x Female Reader
Warning:jealous/possessive Xiao, lots of lewd biting, little bit of blood, unprotected sex, and some swearing. (This is likeā¦ so much smut w/ fluff)
Word Count:6K (again, how tf is it so long?!)
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Sharp inhuman ears could hear the sounds of your beautiful and pure laughter from afar. It put the yakshaās stony heart at ease knowing that you were safe and sound, but it also gripped it like a vice whenever he found out that another man was the cause of your laughter. His perch on Wangshu Inn gave him a perfect view down below, where you were talking to a rather tall man about some of the items he was selling in his booth. Your smile was directed towards him, his hands coming slightly behind your back to urge you to look closer at the items he had to offer. Your smile had only faltered in the slightest, your discomfort clear from your body language. The yaksha did not take too kindly to this gesture. He began to feel a foreign feeling bubble in his chest, it was a feeling he did not appreciate and did not know how to get rid of. He teleported down to the venue area of Wangshu Inn, quickly approaching you and the vendor.
content warnings: feminine pet names and references to female genitalia; theyāre all possessive, just in different ways; breeding kink, corruption kink, mindbreaking/dumbification, overstimulation, semi-public sex, implied dacryphilia (childe); voyeurism and general perviness, somnophilia, implied corruption kink (xiao); overstimulation, restraints, marking, spanking, yandere behavior (diluc); dom/sub relationship, brat taming, dacryphilia, degradation, humiliation, edging, painplay/spanking (ayato); 18+; minors and ageless blogs do not interact
CHILDE
āWhatās wrong, ptichka?ā He leans down to lap the tears from your cheeks with a smile as condescending as it is kind. āI thought you were ready for this, but weāre only getting started.ā
Is it really any wonder that this man has a breeding kink? Heās a family man, after all, and beneath all his bluster, thereās really nothing he wants more than a happy little family of his own to come home to. While he rationally knows that may be out of the picture for as long as heās a Harbinger, he still canāt help but lose his mind a little at the sight of his come overflowing from your hole. Even better if he gets to fuck it back into you with his fingers to make sure you donāt lose a single drop, humming sweet praises all the while: you're being so good for me, babygirl. Gonna make you a mommy.
Speaking of fingersāChilde is good with his hands. When he really wants to tease you heāll watch you struggle to drag his gloves off with nothing but your teeth, just so he can use those very hands to fuck into your mouth until youāre a drooling mess, begging for his fingers in your pussy instead. Maybe if heās feeling nice, heāll even reward you for your efforts.
He loooooves corrupting good girls. Girls who follow the rules, girls who put responsibility first, girls who take care of everyone else before themselves. Heāll tease you, give you just enough to get your hopes up before backing off and making you plead for his attention. Donāt worry; he wonāt break you, at least not on purpose. He just wants to teach you how good it feels to allow yourself to let go and relish in all those dirty, greedy little impulses, the desires that only he can fulfill.
Childe likes it when his partners are vocal during sex, and heās willing to put in the work to make that happen. Heās a bit of an exhibitionist in generalājust another way of making sure there are no doubts in anyoneās minds who you belong toābut it doesnāt matter if youāre in the middle of the Fatui headquarters or some isolated cabin in the mountains, he makes a game out of overstimulating you until youāre a broken, whimpering mess crying his name.
XIAO
āPleaseāā You can always tell when heās about to break. He begs so sweetly, his stubborn scowl fading into something soft and needy. āSay it again. Tell me Iām good.ā
Ā It shouldnāt come as any kind of surprise that Xiao is a virgin. Heās so afraid of becoming close to others, yet more and more he finds his mind drifting to all those lewd, forbidden places when heās around you. Itās obvious, too, the way he stares when you bend over to pick something up or the neckline of your shirt dips a little too low; but all the embarrassment and guilt in the world arenāt enough to make him hold back his voyeuristic impulses.
And oh, the moment you realize whatās going on and decide to indulge him, itās over for Xiao. Heās obsessed with the way you tease him, your hands brushing against his thigh, or lightly steering him by the small of his back, all while you give him that same, trusting smile as always. This is just what friends do, isnāt it?
It takes a long time before heās able to build up enough trust to let you touch him, but he loves watching you touch yourself. The way your hands, the same ones that have touched him so innocently so many times before, flick at your puffy clit; all those dirty sounds that fill the air; the blissed-out look on your pretty little face when you finally unravel. Witnessing you, being wanted by youāitās already so much more than Xiao thinks he deserves.
The only think he loves more than feeling like your loyal guardian as you slumber is fucking you when youāre asleep. Sometimes because youāre having a bad dream; sometimes because he just canāt help himself, not when youāre lying so innocently beside him, filling his mind with impure thoughts.
Even at his brattiest, he always, always, always asks permission before coming. Inside of you, on you, even into his own hand. Itās as much about consent for him as it is getting confirmation from you that heās earned this.
DILUC
āThatās right, precious,ā he murmurs, his sonorous voice so unusually soft that you canāt help but shiver from words alone. āJust sit still and let me take care of you.ā
Diluc loves giving oral, and heās a messy eater, too. Itās like your sweet pussy is an aphrodisiac to him; he loses track of time, swirling his tongue around your tender bud and drinking in your taste until heās left you overstimulated without even trying. He feels genuinely bad about it, too, every time he realizes just how greedy heās been, how long heās made you beg and cry for reliefābut itās not enough to keep him from forgetting himself again the next time he goes down on you.
Heās a very giving lover in general; really, he just wants to make you feel good. And, well, the beautiful sight of your tight little pussy creaming around his cockāthatās just a sweet side effect.
It takes a long time to get him to admit to his more taboo desires, but that doesnāt mean he doesnāt have them. Most of all, he dreams of seeing you strung up; from the frame of his bed in the winery, or even more shamefully, from the rafters of his tavern (long after close, of courseāno one else deserves to see something so beautiful). As much as he consciously respects your freedom and independence, thereās a dark part of him that wants to keep you safe and protected, somewhere only he can reach you.
He likes seeing his marks on your skin, too. Hickeys, mostly, but heās not entirely above punishing you more thoroughly if he decides youāve been a little too flirty with his patrons or too risky in your adventures. He apologizes every time his hand comes down on your ass, and yet he canāt hide how hard the sight of your soft and rippling skin makes him when it flushes and begins to bruise.
AYATO
āIām sorry, doll, but you know the rules.ā His lip trail gently across the marks left by his own hand only moments ago, reminding you that your master is just as forgiving as he is merciless. āNow, are you ready to be a good girl and do as youāre told?ā
Do I even need to say that Ayato is a mean dom? He loves the thrill of the chase, learning exactly what makes his partner tick just so he can break them down. The worst part is how composed he remains through it all, like his twisted desire to see you squirm is just another of his odd little jokes.
His technique in bed is no less refined than his skill with a sword, either; heās mastered the delicate art of pushing your limits without breaking them, testing your devotion to him with every slap and caress until youāre putty in his hands.
While Ayato demands absolute loyalty from his partners from the start, he doesnāt mind putting in the work to tame bratty subs; in fact, he likes it better that way. The more headstrong and stubborn you are, the easier it is for him to ensure that youāre all his by the time heās finished molding you into the perfect toy.
He isnāt opposed to using pain as a punishment, but in most cases, he prefers withholding what he knows you want. Heāll edge you until youāre a sobbing wreck, begging for his cock; and as much as he knows he should hate to see you suffer like this, nothing makes him as hard as the sight of your pretty little face streaming with tears. Before he gives you your sweet release, he makes you beg for it, promising him youāll be good from now on, that youāve learned your place as his dumb little whore.
Ayato loves putting you in all kinds of degrading positions: cockwarming him in his office, touching yourself while he watches, humping the smooth leather of his shoes as you beg him to touch you properly. He likes knowing heās the only one with the privilege of seeing you this way: flushed, humiliated, needy. His.
