Diabolik Lovers is something I have a massive love/hate relationship with but I always end up relapsing!?!? Like these boys may have trauma but trauma doesnāt justify their misogynistic, abusive, and overall toxic attitudes. 10 out of 10 times I wanna punch all of them in the face š« yet here I am fucking jamming to Mr. Sadistic Night or some shit because I love the soundtracks and character songs š§š½āāļø and I legit wanna play the game one of these days because I wanna see the story unfold myself ššš
Hereās some Xiao thoughts Iāve had rn. He wouldnāt care about your appearance at all. If he were to fall in love, heād fall in love with the way your smile becomes brighter than the moon with eyes as shimmering as the stars at night. How your laugh has become the sound of the dihua flute, it saves him. Your kindness, your soul, make him finally feel at ease, at peace. Your love makes him able to forgive himself.
Heād simply think human beauty standards are wack and be like āYour human nonsense isnāt applicable to what I feel.ā
So youāre insecure because you think youāre too skinny? Too chubby? Too tall, too short, etc., his love is his love and youāre who he fell in love with. Heād kill for you, do anything or go anywhere for you. Heād for sure make you feel safe 24/7. He might just have MAJOR problems being vulnerable around you but he has gentle side to him. Just be patient. ^-^
The moment he hears you're sick with the flu, he immediately pleads for you to go to bed. He's not panicking, actually he's quite calm in the whole ordeal, but there's a sense of urgency in his actions.
The hand placed on your burning forehead is cool, and you lean into his touch. He sighs while he checks your temperature, and he excuses your presence from work to take you home.
Zhongli doesn't pull his punchesāwhen you tell him you're completely fine and you can manage to do at least a few commissions for the day, he instantly preaches it'd only make your flu worse. Facts fly out of his mouth and you couldn't find the opportunity to refute him, so you wound up taking a rest anyway.
He brews you some tea before tucking you into bed, telling you to be patient as he goes to purchase some medicine from a nearby pharmacy. He expects to see you not an inch away from the mattressāif he finds you back in your workplace, he wouldn't let you off with just a kind warning, so you wisely decided to obey him, but only for today.
When he comes back, he arrives with a few dishes he ordered from Xiangling. He carefully blows on the steaming soup before feeding you a spoonful. You're embarrassed to be treated like a child, but he laughs it off as he gives you another bite.
Speaking of being treated like a child... if your nose is runny, he doesn't hesitate from grabbing a tissue to assist you in blowing your nose. It's rather humiliating, but Zhongli isn't bothered in the slightest.
He's very attentive. If you show the faintest signs of discomfort, he'll quickly ask if you feel worse, or if you need anything else. His voice is as sweet as honey, though his eyes turn stern whenever you attempt to stand up, however.
If you have trouble falling asleep, he'll ask if you own a storybook. You're quite perplexed by his sudden question until he starts reading through it, no doubt using his ASMR voice to lull you into sleep.
ā...I can't believe this is actually working,ā you grumble as you grow drowsy. He hums in victory, placing down the novel on the table.
āGo ahead and rest,ā he encourages, nothing but kind as he cups your cheek. You're all but unconscious at that point, and it truly is unfortunate you don't get to feel him kiss your forehead before you succumb to slumber.
xiao
Xiao is fully aware of how weak humans can truly be, but he can't help but scoff anyway when he finds you sneezing and shivering in the cold.
It had only taken you a shower of rain to fall illāhe ignores the concern bubbling up in his chest and exhales slowly.
āI told you to stay home yesterday, didn't I?ā he prods, crossing his arms in nagging fashion. You fumble with your hands, avoiding his steely eyes. āI knew you'd get sick from the storm.ā
āIt was for work...ā you weakly argue, and you can tell that wasn't the answer he wants to hear so you quickly add, āIt couldn't be helped!ā
His eyebrows crinkle together and he shoos you off to go to bed, ordering Verr to keep an eye on you. You pout at him, thinking he'd gone and ditched you for good, but you were too exhausted to deny the offer of a good sleep, so you gladly doze off on his bed.
Xiao doesn't really know how to take care of someone, so he tries his best, in his own ways.
He picks out fresh Qingxin flowers from stone peaks to brew some tea for your aching throat, remembering its medicinal properties from the book you gave him about herbs.
He buys a few candies you like when he passes by a confectionery shop, idly recalling how you disliked the bitter aftertaste of medicine.
He doesn't bother you when he finds you peacefully sleeping back at Wangshu Inn. Instead, he quietly nurses you back to health, deciding to wait until you woke up from your own volition to feed you your medication. He takes care of menial tasks like changing the wet rag placed on your forehead, and fetching you an extra blanket when he notices you shivering. He indulges in the comfortable silence as he clasps your hand.
Xiao's quite certain his presence wasn't necessary for your recovery, and you were already in stable condition, so he begins to stand up from his seat next to the bed, thinking it was just about time he made his rounds around Liyue to search for any potential trouble.
The faint squeeze of his hand stops him, and he turns back to see you looking at him blearily, eyelids still heavy from sleep. āYou're leaving...?ā you groggily ask.
He blinks at first, then his gaze softens. āI'm only off to get you a cup of water.ā
tags: past toxic relationship, alluded past abuse, blood and violence, xiaos love language is touch, soft!xiao, dom!xiao, fingering, squirting, wet&messy, spitting (lit once), reassurance kink, very mild dumbification, dacryphilia if u squint, aftercare
summary: your life had finally become normal without him. but it took one encounter to undo a millennia of hard work.
note: it isn't specified what reader is but she is not human and is very old as well as she's known xiao for a long, long time.
+ also adepti do not need sleep in this fic so!!!
this blog is a dark content blog please dni if you don't like it.
Winding up at Wangshu Inn wasnāt in your plans. Tired and worn out, a sudden thunderstorm was the final straw.
You climbed the steps of the Inn, out of breath by the time you reached the front desk. Your room was cozy for the most part, so much so that you felt out of place soaking wet and dripping onto the wooden floors.
You didnāt even have a change of clothes. You opted to shed your outermost layers, the thick material having kept your undergarments dry for the most part. Hanging up your soaking clothes, you place a towel on the floor to catch the dripping water and climb into bed.
The sound of thunder and rain lulled you into a restless nap to pass the time.
It wasnāt often that you dreamt. In fact, many years had passed since you recall dreaming. This one was particularly vivid. Featuring a face you had hoped to never see again.
The golden eyes of your ex lover sent shivers down your spine. The wind blew, tousling his hair every which way. He stared at you, regarding you with the same neutral face youād known him to wear for all of his existence.
Still as cold as ever, he didnāt speak.
Just as you opened your mouth to say something first, you jolt awake.
You frown and sit up in bed, the sheets falling around your waist haphazardly. Running a hand through your hair, you wince as your fingers catch the tangles.
āI see you still enjoy sleeping...like some kind of human,ā the familiar voice has you gasping, whipping around to look at where the voice came from.
He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are closed, almost as if he were tired but you know thatās not the case.
You scoff, āI knew you were here. Awfully bold of you...sneaking into my dream like that.ā
He doesnāt say anything more. Itās silent after that, save or the lightning striking the ground occasionally, mixed with the white noise of raindrops.
āWhy are you here Xiao?ā you finally ask, knowing that beating around the bush will get you nowhere with him.
āWhy are you here?ā he retorts, finally opening his eyes to glare at you, āYou knew I was staying in this Inn yet you come here anyway. But you still have the audacity to ask me why Iām here?ā
āI didnāt know you were staying here,ā you spit, suddenly remembering youāre in only your bra and panties. You casually pull the sheet back up to cover yourself.
āThatās a lie,ā he scoffs, finally pushing himself away from the wall, āAre you that desperate for my attention that you come crawling back to me under the guise of a mistake in hopes Iāll take you back? Pathetic.ā
His words sting just as much as the tears filling your eyes, āNo,ā you spit, tossing the sheet off so you could get out of bed, āI was worn out and got caught in the storm. If you must know, I didnāt know you were here because frankly I avoid learning anything about your whereabouts!ā
His eyes follow you as you tug your still wet clothing down from where it was hanging. Its freezing cold against your warm skin and makes you flinch as you begin to put it on.
āWhere are you going?ā he asks, voice sharp as ever.
āIām leaving!ā you snap, ignoring the way your voice cracks from your tears.
He scoffs, āOf course you are, all you do is run away.ā
āYou donāt get to say that to me!ā you whip around suddenly, āWhen youāre the one who ran away in the first place!ā
He bares his teeth, āI didnāt run from anything. Instead I got rid of something.ā
His eyes narrow and you take a moment to look into them. Eyes you once loved held no softness or light that they once had. You barely remember those times, instead all you remember is the hurt.
You donāt have it in you to speak anymore. Everything that needed to be said had already been spoken. Whether it be now or in the past, there was nothing else to say.
He didnāt flinch as you walked past him, shoulder bumping into him as you headed to the door.
āMake sure you donāt come back here,ā he spits the final, parting warning.
You pick up your pack and sling it over your shoulder, opening the door and leaving.
When youāre finally gone, he takes a seat on the bed and sighs, eyes unfocused as they stared into nothing. Lost in thought, he doesnāt know how long he sits there for.
The rain doesnāt show any signs of letting up as you continue on your journey. You donāt have any real need for sleep but your body feels worn, overexerted. You do your best to bypass monsters that lurk around, knowing you donāt have the strength to defend yourself.
Any strength you had had been stripped from you the moment you were confronted with Xiao.
His words hurt just as much as they had a millenia ago. The new, negative feelings festered along with the brought up memories of once upon a time.
He always knew just what to say to you. The two of you had known each other perhaps too well. It had allowed him to see every weak spot you had, he had learned exactly what to push to hurt you most. And he always succeeded.
Xiaoās past was not one that was happy. It was filled with pain, anger, and bloodshed. Much of it by his own hands, actions that haunted him. He had been so consumed by it all that he lost control, becoming a volatile nightmare that only sought to hurt and destroy.
And that is exactly what he did.
There hadnāt been a single ounce of hesitation in the words heād spewed at you. Hands you once loved holding raised in aggression, laughing at the misery that had been painted on your face. You had been scared of him and yet he didnāt show any regret.
It had been naive of you to try to get him back at first. You were so sure that it wasnāt the real Xiao. You knew him to be a soft, gentle man. But in the blink of an eye, it was replaced with hatred and darkness.
Your attempts to redeem yourself in his eyes, to keep him by your side had been in vain. The final time you had met him, almost a millenia ago, had only ended in bloodshed and tears. He had succeeded in damaging everything you had to offer, dealing irreparable damage to your emotions.
You had vowed that you would never allow yourself to be in his presence again. You didnāt even allow yourself to hear his name, all of his tales fell on deaf ears.
The less you knew about him, the better.
It had been peaceful, not knowing of his whereabouts. You would sometimes catch yourself wondering if he was even still alive before vanquishing those thoughts. What did it matter? The man wished death upon you once, laughing all the while.
You shuddered at the memories, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. The cold was seeping in quickly and you felt like all your energy was sucked out.
Under the heavy rainfall, and the absentmindedness of your own thoughts, you didnāt realize the man snuck up on you until you felt the knife plunge into your back.
Hands desperately cupped your cheeks. They were warm, such a contrast to your own cold skin. Your ears were ringing but when your eyes opened a fraction, you could only barely make out the darkened silhouette of a person hovering above you.
When your eyes opened once again, there was no sound. The storm had passed and you were tucked into a bed. It didnāt smell like freshly made laundry, instead it smelled familiar. Like almonds and qingxin flowers. You couldnāt help but melt into it.
After a moment, you heard the door open. It clicked shut softly, no doubt in an effort to let you continue your rest. The figure moved across the floor, footsteps light before you heard the light sound of something heavy being placed on the side table.
The person paused and you kept your eyes closed, sleep almost overcoming you once again. But the soft feeling of fingers on your cheek had you rousing once more.
You didnāt open your eyes, instead allowed the stranger to continue on. They moved away but didnāt leave the room.
Slowly, you opened your eyes.
It was dark out but the room was dimly lit by lanterns, casting a calm, yellow glow around the room. You blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust before looking around.
Your breath caught in your chest as you looked at him. He had his back to you, leaning against the wall once again. But his gaze was cast out the window, unaware of the fact you had awoken. You swallowed nervously at the sight of him, only to realize how parched you were, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. Glancing to the side, you realized the object he had placed had been a pitcher of water. Condensation dripped down from the glass, pooling on the wooden tabletop.
You attempted to sit up, your head swimming as you did but you fought it. The bed creaked as you finally sat up, almost desperately reaching for the pitcher only to realize you had absolutely no strength to pick it up.
Familiar hands intervened, brushing yours away to lift the pitcher up, grabbing the glass he had brought along with it so he could fill it.
Your hands were reaching out for it before he could even offer it. He allowed you to take it, placing the pitcher back down once again. You brought the cup to your lips and took several large gulps before it was ripped from your hands. You gasped and looked up at Xiao to your stolen cup in his hand.
āDrink it slowly,ā he orders, rough as usual, āYouāll make yourself feel worse.ā
You nod your head and reach out for it again. He keeps it out of your reach, however, eyeing you as if you were plotting something. You whine and attempt to get it back once more before he finally takes pity on you and allows you to have it back.
His eyes burn into you as you take sips, keeping them slow and intermittent despite the fact your body begged for you to down it all.
āLay back down, youāre still recovering,ā he says before taking your empty glass.
You do as youāre told, hunkering back down into the soft bedding, watching him once again. He pours more water into the glass and leaves it there for you to take when you need it.
āWhy am I back here?ā your question makes him visibly stiffen as he places the pitcher down again.
Your eyes follow him as he moves around. You canāt tell if heās making himself look busy to buy himself time or not. The question is answered when he returns from the wash room with a damp cloth.
He sits at the edge of the bed and begins to softly pat at your skin, cooling your skin down and making you relax. You close your eyes against the stinging burn of tears that come from his caring actions.
You donāt know what heāll do if he realizes youāre crying.
It had been so long since you had been close to him like this. No aggressive or negative feelings weighing you both down. It had been even longer since you felt his gentle touch, a touch that didnāt have you flinching away from him.
āYou almost died,ā he finally says, removing himself from you.
You immediately miss him. It takes you everything not to pull him back to you, to not cry out for him not to go. But you stay silent. He is too.
Youāre not sure if he realizes how close to crying you are, but he doesnāt say anything more. He doesnāt press you. You swallow the lump in your throat and open your eyes again.
Heās standing in front of the window once more. You can see his face now, the way the moonlight makes his eyes glow.
āI did?ā you finally ask.
He looks at you again, a simple sideways glance before nodding, āYou did.ā
āI see,ā you respond, looking down at your hands folded above his blanket.
You suddenly realize youāre not wearing your own clothes, instead wearing some unfamiliar ones. You donāt comment on the fact that Xiao had probably undressed you and redressed you.
Youāre too busy thinking that you donāt notice the way he fists are clenched tight at his sides. His entire body is stiff and trembling, jaw clenched tight to keep the pathetic noises that want to free themselves inside.
āYou almost died,ā he suddenly spits, repeating his words from earlier. You pause and look up at him, the uncharacteristic emotion in his voice catching you by surprise.
Finally, you take in his disposition. His head hung low, hair veiling over his face, preventing you from seeing the expression he wore. But from the way his shoulders tremble, youāre sure heās...crying.
āI thought you were dead,ā he hisses, āYou were so cold...you werenāt moving. What the hell was I supposed to do then, huh?ā Heās not looking at you and youāre not sure if heās speaking to you or monologuing. Still, you remain quiet and let him talk, āYouāre not supposed to die.ā
āI didnāt die,ā you finally speak, making him fall silent.
āI was...scared,ā he admits, so soft that you almost missed it, āI was so scared it felt like I was losing my mind.ā
āXiaoā¦ā
āNo,ā he snaps, finally looking at you. His eyes are glassy, tears clinging to his lashes and the sight makes your heart ache, āHow could I have ever...What would I have done if you died? What if you died...and all you remember of me was...the hatred and anger?ā
āIs that not what you feel towards me?ā you ask softly, āI canāt say I remember the time before you hated me anymore. I donāt know if I even want to. Itās so much easier knowing you hate me now, than remembering that you once loved me.ā
āLove,ā he whispers, making your brows furrow in confusion, āDonāt say it like I donāt anymore.ā
āXiaoā¦ā you sigh, shaking your head, āYou donāt have to feel guilty. Truly, it doesnāt bother me anymore.ā
He takes a few steps towards the bed until heās standing right in front of you. You donāt dare look at him but he reaches down and touches your cheek with gentle fingers, āThen why are you crying?ā
You scoff, āWhy are you crying?ā
āBecause I know Iām not strong enough to keep this going,ā he admits, āIāve spent so long remembering everything I did to you. Everything I said to you...years upon years of guilt and regret. I tried so hard to pretend like I didnāt search everywhere for you. When I was finally freed of those shackles, when I was finally...faced with everything I had done...I looked for you. But you had already gone.ā
āYou wanted me gone,ā you spit, knowing how bitter you were beginning to sound, āDonāt you remember what you told me?ā
āEvery word,ā he breathes, hand returning to your person to pet your hair, āIāve spent every moment of my life remembering. I didnāt have any control of who I was back then, ______,ā The sound of your name falling from his lips has a sob breaking free from your chest, āIāll never be who I was before everything. I carry these sins upon me as I deserve to. But I will never be the man who hurt and scared you again.ā
You feel him tug you forward, burying your face against his chest as he cups the back of your head. His chin rests atop your head and you cry. He lets you exhaust yourself, lets out a deep sigh when you finally wrap your arms around his middle.
He holds you, allows you to ask him questions before answering with a gentleness he hadnāt allowed himself in what felt like eons. He told you his story, explained every detail of his life, of the dark past, of the vile atrocities that he had been forced to commit against his will.
You listened, heart aching at the pain he had to endure for so long. He was jaded, scarred and burnt from his past. It haunted him so deeply, actions he could never atone for weighed on him as heavy burdens.
āIf youāll let meā¦ā he whispers into your hair, āI just...if I can have one thing in the end...I want you.ā
āYouāve done so much,ā you reply, āTo repay the debt and to protect...and you really just want me?ā
āMore than anything,ā he replies, not hesitation.
You pull away from his embrace and he allows you, meeting your gaze with utmost sincerity. You can see it in the way his eyes shine with hope, searching yours for an answer.
The easiest way to answer him is by cupping his cheek and pressing your lips to his.His entire body relaxes and his hands return to your person, gripping you tight as if you were going to slip away. He kisses you back, every emotion he feels being poured into it.
You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him down. He catches himself on his hands, framed on either side of you. Pulling away from the kiss, you chase him and he sighs.
āYouāre still recovering, I donāt want you to get hurt,ā he breathes.
You whine and shake your head, reaching out to touch him, āPlease, Xiao? āM okay, I promise.ā
He still hesitates and you decide to take it a bit further to entice him. You reach down for the hem of your shirt and carefully pull it off. When you can see again, Xiaoās eyes are burning as he stares at your body.
āGodā¦ā he breathes, resting his forehead against your shoulder, peering down your body as his hands begin to venture across your skin, āJust like I rememberā¦ā
His breath comes in pants, smoothing his thumbs over your ribs before he finally cups your breasts. You whine at the feeling and arch your back but heās quick to click his tongue, āStay still or I stop.ā
You go limp at the threat of him stopping. Instead you reach up and wrap your hands around his biceps. He pulls his head from your shoulder and leans back over you properly to kiss you again.
You whine into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. He allows it with no complaint, simply continues palming your breasts, thumbing over your nipples. You swear you feel him smile when your whole body trembles at the feeling.
āXiaoā¦ā you whimper, moving your hands from around his neck. He sits up, resting back on his heels to run his hands down your body.
He doesnāt say anything, doesnāt even react to your call of his name. Instead he shifts so he can tear the blanket from your body. You squeak when youāre finally completely exposed, tits bare and your bottom half just the same.
You feel your face flush hot, quickly closing your thighs and curling them in on yourself. Xiao clicks his tongue once more at the display of shyness, hands coming to grip your knees.
āWhy are you hiding from me?ā he asks, voice gruff with lust, āWonāt you let me see all of you?ā
āY-Youāve still got all your clothes on,ā you mutter, looking to the side so he canāt see how flustered you are.
He regards you for a moment, memories bouncing around in his head. Memories of you and him. The first time you let him touch you all the way to the last time heād ever touched you. Both had such contrasting emotions to them. He wonders if you think the same -- if you remember that time. How you had cried, how he had made you cry.
āIāll take them off later,ā he whispers and you finally look at him.
His eyes are locked on his hands, where they rest on your knees. His brows are furrowed, as if lost in thought and you have half a mind to question him on it. But you choose not to. Instead, despite the trepidation you feel at being so vulnerable in front of him again, you let your legs fall open.
He inhales sharply through his nose, a noise of surprise and approval. His eyes lock onto your cunt, folds glistening from how wet you already are for him. He mindlessly licks his lips, one hand trailing down your inner thigh -- slow, as if heās waiting for you to stop him at any minute. But you donāt of course, you want him so much. You have no idea how long you had been craving the familiar, loving touch he once had. But now that youāre reminded of the tenderness he once displayed, you desperately want to feel it again.
āPretty,ā he mutters under his breath when his digits finally meet your folds, which he eagerly spreads open with two nimble fingers.
It makes you squeak and hide your face in embarrassment as he analyzes you, takes in every detail. The way your entrance clenches every so often, drooling your sweet juices, to your little clit that throbs and begs for his attention.
Heās more than willing to give it.
Collecting the slick at your entrance with his thumb, he drags it up to the tender little bud. The sound you make when he finally presses his thumb against it is heaven. His own mouth falls open in wonder as he makes soft, slow circles. Your thighs tremble and your hands mindlessly grapple for whatever they can, which happens to be his bedding and thigh. Though your nails bite into his skin, he pays it absolutely no mind. Heās entranced by how messy your cunt becomes in a matter of seconds. Such a simple touch has your body responding beautifully.
He briefly wonders if youād ever been with anyone else. He certainly hasnāt. Did you make such a mess for those you had bedded? His jaw clenches at the possessive feeling that overcomes him.
Unlike in the past, itās not a toxic feeling. It isnāt one that scares him, instead it has him leaning down to press his lips against the soft skin of your stomach. Youāre his now. Youāre his once again. Thatās all that matters.
He trails his lips up your body, now using two fingers to play with your clit. He doesnāt want the sweet sounds you make to stop.
Once he reaches your breast, he eagerly wraps his lips around your nipple. You cry out immediately, hands tangling into his hair. He hums at the feeling and your whole body twitches.
āXiaoā¦ā you gasp, one hand leaving his hand to reach between your body. He continues to mouth at your breast, humming when your hand gingerly wraps around his wrist, āWant more, pleaseā¦ā
His eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sweet sound of you begging. He finally pulls his mouth away and looks at you, eyes sharp as ever, āTell me what you want.ā
He can feel it, of course. The way your pretty hands desperately push on is fingers, all heād have to do is slide them in. You mindlessly rut your hips against the digits and he growls.
āDidnāt I tell you to stay still?ā
āāM sorry,ā you gasp, āPlease donāt stop, Xiao. Want it.ā
He bites back a groan. Youāre just as sweet and pliant as he remembers. The almost blind trust you have in him not to hurt you has him flooding with emotion.
āWhat do you want? Say it,ā he orders, voice much softer than before.
āPut themā¦ā you press his fingers against your entrance and whine, āInside. Please?ā
Heās not prepared for the way you so greedily accept them. You gummy walls stretch so easily to accommodate him. Youāre already dripping down his hand. He moves his fingers slowly, watching your face intently as you adjust to being filled.
Your lashes flutter and you sigh almost as if youāre breathless before your eyes open again and you meet his gaze. He sees the bashfulness return but before you can cower away, he crooks his fingers up and finds your spot as if he had it memorized after all these years.
And truthfully, he had. There had been many nights that he had been plagued by memories of your body, of touching you. No one had ever made him feel the way you do.
āXiao!ā you squeal, hands slamming down on the bed as your legs kick almost helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure.
āMhm?ā he hums, pinning one of your thighs down with his free hand to keep you nice and spread open for him. His eyes are glued to where your cunt swallows his fingers greedily.
āRight there, please,ā you gasp, shamelessly whining and begging.
He huffs a laugh through his nose, āSo noisy.ā
āāM, ah, ām sorry,ā you babble, āFeels so good.ā
He loves how responsive you are, how sensitive you are. The way you tell him what it is youāre feeling, how heās making you feel, makes him painfully hard. But heās not willing to move on from this just yet, he wants to be greedy for once. He wants to take everything youāre willing to give him.
Your cunt flutters around his fingers and he allows himself to moan softly at the feeling. He knows you must be close, your little tells hadnāt changed after all this time. The way your thighs jump and tremble to the way your hot little cunt gets so messy. Youāre creaming around his digits, he can see the way white slicks his knuckles.
Youāre muttering nonsense, feet kicking the bed helplessly. He wants to chastise you for moving around so much but he knows you canāt help it. With how tight you squeeze around his fingers, he knows youāre dangling precariously over the edge.
All you need is a final push. The fact that you need him to send you over, need him to do something for you to cum is a rush.
You watch with wide eyes as he puckers his lips suddenly and noisily spits on your cunt. It lands on your clit and in seconds, his thumb is rubbing it in.
The entire thing is too much and you cum with a breathless cry. His arm pins your hips down, keeping you from moving around too much as you thrash, cumming nice and hard for him as he works you through the high. He slides his fingers out and lightly circles your clit, easing you down as you shudder and whimper before finally falling still.
Youāre panting by the time he removes himself from you, allowing you to close your thighs as the feeling of vulnerability washes over you again.
He can feel your eyes on him as he stands. Suddenly, youāre sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist.
āHey--ā heās ready to force you to lay back down, eyeing the burning scar on your back but heās cut off by you tugging at him.
āDonāt go,ā you whimper and he softens immediately, running his hand through your hair.
āIām not,ā he responds quickly but you still donāt let him go.
He opts to begin stripping himself despite the fact youāre still clinging. Once his upper half is bared, you look up with wide eyes. He can see the way they sparkle at the sight of him and he nearly melts.
Cupping your cheek, he pulls you in for a kiss, allowing you to tug at the materials adorning his waist until heās finally as bare as you. Keeping you locked in a kiss, he carefully lays you back down in bed, cupping the back of your head as he does so.
He easily handles your body, pulling your thighs open again so he can slot himself between them. Your knees press into his ribs and you cling to him once more, as if you really believe heās just going to leave you.
āāS okay,ā he breathes softly, pecking your lips a few times, āāM not leavinā...ā
His words begin to slur together the further he gets dragged down into the lust. He ruts his ips forward and you both sigh when the underside of his cock finds your core. His hips work slow, passing over your folds as he slicks himself up with the mess heād forced out of you. Every time he grinds against your clit you whimper into his mouth, thighs jumping at the overstimulation.
It makes him want to tease you, to torture your poor, sensitive little cunt and to hear you cry out for mercy as he forces you to cum over and over for him.
But that would have to wait for another time. Right now, he wants nothing more than to be with you, to indulge in your love.
You reach down before he has the chance to, wrapping your hand around the base of him. He pecks your lips again before he looks down, allowing you to guide him inside.
You stretch to accommodate him, the width wider than his fingers had stretched you. But the burn feels deliciously familiar. You keen and whine the further he pushes inside.
He watches how more and more of him disappears, groaning at the feeling of you pulsing hot around him. Before he bottoms out, he suddenly pulls his hips back until just the head is left. His length is glistening from how wet you are.
āSo messy,ā he spits softly, licking his lips at the sight.
āMhm,ā you whine, hands grabbing at his biceps on either side of your head, āāS for you.ā
Your little confession has him cursing under his breath, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth roll of his hips. As his hips meet yours, you let out a sweet cry that he eagerly swallows as he kisses you.
āāS mine,ā he whispers against your lips. You nod and whimper as he fucks you in earnest.
Though Xiao can keep his touches and kisses soft, as soon as his cock is inside you, he canāt help but use you however he wants. You always love it, however, the way his cock has your mind going blank is otherworldly.
Though you had never had any other lover, you knew that you would always be ruined for anyone else. No one would ever make you feel the way he did, the way he so easily made you cum undone. The soft, filthy words he whispers to himself, as if youāre not even listening. Hissing vulgar things through clenched teeth, like your cunt makes him go feral.
āSo tight,ā he mutters, eyes still locked onto where the two of you are connected. Itās like heās entranced, hypnotized.
āXiao!ā you cry out, tossing your head back, āāM close, please, jusā a lil more!ā
He huffs, changing the angle of his hips just a bit. You squeal, knees knocking against his sides as you begin to squirm.
āToo much!ā you cry out, hands pressing against his chest as your body is racked with stimulation.
āYou can take it,ā he huffs, grappling your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head.
He uses the leverage to fuck that spot harder. Every time he sinks in, he rolls his hips, making sure to grind against your clit. Tears build up in your eyes as you sob, entire body trembling but unable to get away from it as he pins you down with his body.
āCum,ā he orders breathlessly.
And you do.
He groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him tighter than ever. He slows the movements of his hips, the tightness making it difficult for him to keep his pace. He rocks mindlessly into you as you tremble and cry through the intense orgasm.
Before you can recover, heās releasing your hands and sitting up, gripping you beneath the knees before pinning them to your chest. Neither of you care about your injury, you donāt even feel anything but pleasure anymore.
āNo, no, Xiao!ā you sob, remembering all too well the damage he can cause in this position.
He shushes you and presses down on the back of your thighs, pulling out until just the tip is inside. You hold your breath, eyes wide as he simply fucks the tip in and out.
You wait for the inevitable, biting your lip as you tremble. He waits for you to release the breath youāre holding. Though heās not looking at you, he pays attention to every minute detail about you.
When you finally let out that soft little exhale, he swings his hips down, sheathing his cock inside. Your legs kick in his hand and your hands slap helplessly against him but he pays it no mind. He continues pulling his cock out before quickly stuffing you nice and full again.
āāS too much!ā you sob, tears trickling down your cheeks. He ignores your weak complaints, knowing you want it just as much as him, āI-Iāll make a mess! Xiao!ā
He groans at your warning and nods his head, āTouch yourself.ā
Itās a cruel little command that you canāt help but obey. He can see your hand is trembling as you reach down to swirl timid little circles around your clit. He watches, bottom lip caught between his teeth at the sight. Your walls hug him tight as you continue the circles in time to the deep, penetrating intrusion of his cock.
āXiao--ā you gasp, quickly abandoning your task to press your hands against his hips.
āStop pushing me away,ā he spits, slapping your hands off of him.
āItās too much!ā you repeat your complaint.
He huffs, āYou can take it. Youāre almost there.ā
He meets your gaze after a moment, taking in the wide eyed, open mouthed look on your face. The pressure in your core intensifies and your whole body begins to tremble. Your hands return to his body, though they wrap around his biceps once again, nails biting into the skin. You leave red lines across the green of his tattoo. He hisses at the pain but it doesnāt deter him.
Though your eyes are open, heās sure youāre not seeing anything but stars.
āYouāre gonna cum,ā he mumbles, he takes one of your hands and laces your fingers together.
You blink up at him and sob his name. He softly shushes you, tenderly kissing your forehead as if his cock wasnāt stuffing you full.
āāS okay,ā he whispers into your hair, āCāmon, give it to me.ā
You cry out his name again, your free arm wrapping around his neck, scratching his back. Heās panting, growing close to his own end quickly.
āI know,ā he whispers, knowing youāre overstimulated and wound too tight. The way you cling to him as if heās a lifeline has him pressing the softest of kisses against your skin, squeezing your hand between his, lacing your fingers together. A reminder that heās there to ground you, that heās with you, heāll get you through it. You just need to let go.
You go completely still for a split second before your back arches. He slips his arm beneath your back to hold you close, supporting you as you thrash and cry. You bury your face in his neck, muffling the lewd noises in his skin. Your hands grab onto any part of him that you can as he continues the same, brutal pace of fucking you.
āAh!ā you squeal, your orgasm dragging out for much longer, only growing in intensity.
He can feel it. The way you squirt, gushing around his pistoning cock. Every movement has you gushing over and over again, wetting not only your skin, but his and the bedding as well. Neither of you can be bothered to care about it, however.
āThatās it,ā he coos, finally slowing after a moment.
Your entire body is trembling, harder than you had all night. He pulls himself away from you despite your desperate cry. He folds you back into the previous position and you sob, shaking your head.
He shushes you, the same as he had been all night, āāS my turn,ā he assures.
You relax into the bed, arms dropped on either side of your head. You watch him through lidded eyes as he begins to rock into you once more. He avoids grinding himself against your clit when he sinks inside, knowing it would, in fact, be too much for you right now.
He looked down at where you were connected.
Strings of your slick connected your skin and his every time he pulled back. Your cunt was puffy, clit throbbing in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. A ring of white was at the base of his cock, a symbol of just how hard you had cum.
The mess youād created made his cock throb. You were such a good girl, so sweet for him. He looked back up at your face, at the dreamy look on your face and he groaned.
āSo pretty,ā he whispers, his own blunt nails biting into the underside of your thighs.
You whine at the pain but make no complaints. He has half a mind to feel embarrassed as you watch him cum. Your hand reaches down to caress his chest and stomach as you feel him pulse inside you, the warmth of his cum filling you up.
You sigh, a happy sound that makes his heart warm.
Pulling out of you, you wince at the feeling of his cum dripping from you but neither of you comment on it. Instead, he leans back over you and presses his lips to yours once more.
Your hand tangles in his hair and he sighs, allowing you to hold him and cling to him for a moment. He feels you shiver and frowns, watching as goosebumps rise over your skin.
Suddenly, too sudden for your liking, he pulls away. You squeeze your thighs closed and subconsciously cover your breasts with your hands, watching as he climbs off of the bed.
He takes the rag he had used earlier to wipe your skin, to clean the mess that covered him.
You can feel your heart hammering so loud it makes your ears ring. He doesnāt say anything, doesnāt even acknowledge you as he moves around the room, slipping his clothes back on --though without all the accessories.
He runs a hand through his hair, straightening himself out before he heads to the door. You sit up quickly, eyes wide as you watch him open it. Before you can call out to him, heās shutting the door behind him.
Youāre left alone and feel a deep ache in your chest. You let yourself fall back into the bed, ignoring the soreness of your body as you tug the cover over yourself. The silence of the room is deafening, but before long it's filled with your sad, pathetic sniffles.
Mentally, you shame yourself for being so foolish. Even after so many years, you were just as naive as before. You canāt actually believe youād been stupid enough to allow yourself to believe any of it was real. Youād gotten a taste of him once more, and now you were being punished for being so greedy.
It hurt to think that, just for a moment, you remembered what it was like to be loved by him.
You were so lost in your thoughts, you didnāt hear the door open again. You also didnāt hear his weary sigh.
He moved around the room, glancing at you curled up on the bed, assuming you had fallen asleep. His own mind was abuzz, processing everything. It was easy to fall into the rhythm, no matter how long it had been since he performed it.
He knew you liked a nice, soft cloth to clean you up. The harshness of a normal cloth was too much given how sensitive you always were afterwards. You would also no doubt be craving some water -- though he made tea for you instead. He wasnāt quite sure what you enjoyed about it so much, but he was more than willing to indulge.
When he finally moved to the bed, he sat down, placing the cloth and bowl of warm water on the table. He turned to you and tugged at the sheet, making you gasp. You looked over your shoulder and he frowned at the sight of your tears.
His heart lurched in his chest -- worry that he did something wrong, that he hurt you, or even that maybe you were feeling regret in accepting him back.
āY-Youāre back?ā you ask it, sounding so pitifully broken that he canāt help but pull you into his lap.
Youāre easily adjusted, allowing him to lean back on the headrest with you curled into his body, still sniffling and crying.
āDid you think I left?ā he asks softly, petting your hair.
You solemnly nod and he sighs, āIām sorry I just...I want to believe that you...But Iā¦ā
āItās okay,ā he assures, āI havenāt earned your trust back. But I will.ā
āXiaoā¦ā you whisper, looking up at him.
āLetās just get you cleaned up, alright?ā you nearly start crying when you see he had gathered everything he would have back then.
BY the time youāre clean and curled up in bed, youāre exhausted. The tea had made you nice and warm and as you snuggled against his chest, you began to doze. Though you didnāt particularly need sleep, your injury had weakened you enough to warrant it lest you get worse.
Xiaoās body is worn but he chooses to lay there in the darkness of the bedroom. He stares at the ceiling, listening to the sound of your breathing. He desperately wants to close his eyes and, for once, sleep as well. Just so he can experience sleeping with you again.
But he canāt bring himself to. Heās terrified that if he opens his eyes, youāll be gone and nothing will have changed. Heās not sure if he would survive if all of this had been a dream.
Then can I request headcanons for Tamaki,Kirishima,Todoroki and Bakugou for s/o who suffers from tubular breasts and that's her biggest complex pleasešā¤šš (sfw/nsfw) šššššššššššššššššššššššššššššššš
All titties are good titties
All characters 18+
Amajiki Tamaki x Reader Kirishima Eijirou x Reader Todoroki Shouto x Reader Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Warnings: Sfw/nsfw mixed, Sexy time themes and actions, soft Bakugou, nude statues, mentions of contemplating surgeryĀ
Tubular breasts definition: Amazing and wonderfully uniquely normal and natural breasts that are perfect just the way they are and anyone who says otherwise can catch these hands.Ā
Takami Amajiki
It was when the both of you went to the local art exhibit that he realized that you were uncomfortable in your own skin. He was trying to avoid staring at the nude painting and statues but he caught you looking at them. Well at the breasts of the statues to be more exact.
ā(Name) are you okay?ā He asked coming up next to you. You sighed āI wish my breasts could be normal like that.ā Your tone shot straight through his heart. He knew that look of insecurity all too well and he hated that you felt that. And even if it put him out of his comfort zone he was going to put a smile on your face and let you know that your breasts were beautiful.Ā
āWhat do you mean? So normal breasts are c-cold and h-hard?ā His face ignited after those words left his lips but your face was priceless. After your initial shock wore off you snorted and laughed at the odd comment. After you let it out of your system you looked to the flustered male. āSo, I didnāt know you were secretly funny.ā You grinned.Ā
He averted his eyes but slid his hand into yours. And you were curious when he didnāt answer and began tugging you to another exhibit. He was trying to avoid this area but he figured that it was something you needed to see. And when the two of you past the threshold the tips of his pointed ears reddened.
You looked to the exhibit then to your red faced boyfriend. Your eyes misted with tears as you looked at the depictions of all natural occurring breasts. All shapes and sizes. And each one had a plaque underneath that read. āThey are natural and they are beautifulā
And when Tamaki squeezed your hand you turned to hug him. And even though his face was on fire he was happy and more than glad that you could see that your breasts where amazing. But he would probably have a nosebleed if you two ever got that intimate. But maybe? Maybe it was time to show your breasts a new type of love. A love of soft caresses and lipsā¦Ā
Kirishima Eijirou
You cried the first time Kirishima saw your breasts. Literal tears streamed down your cheeks as he caressed the soft flesh and placed loving kisses around the area. 'Perfectā 'beautifulā 'Stunningā He loved all of you. And he had promised all of himself to you. Pledged his life to live and worship you in sickness and in health.Ā
Your husband had always known about your insecurity as the both of you had once shared your biggest insecurities. And it took you a long time to be able to be bare for him. But true to his character he didnāt judge. Kirishima wasnāt a fool and knew that breasts came in all shapes and sizes. He was just glad that he had your unique breasts to himself.Ā
However there was a time in which you would have done anything to change them and Kirishima was there for you 100%. Whether you wanted to go through with surgery or not he let you know that he loved you regardless and would support whatever made you happy.
He was so glad when you had decided to accept yourself as is. āYou know what I love most about your breasts?ā He had asked one day. āWhat?ā āThat theyāre unique to you and no one in the whole world has them. Itās like a rare treasure that only I can see and love.ā Needless to say those words were never and would never be forgotten.Ā
He had even nicknamed the two his girls in an effort to help you love them and now it was a running inside joke whenever you two went bra shopping or when your breasts were sore. āHow are my girls today?ā āStill soreā āYou want a massage?ā āEiji you spoil me too muchā āAs if you donāt deserve it.ā
Todoroki Shouto
Todorokiās lips pressed against yours hotly. It felt as if he was running a fever from how hot he was but you knew why he felt like that. The reason was pressed snug against your crotch, grinding with every shift of his hips. His hands groped your ass pressing you flush against him.
He pulled away to undo the buttons of your Jeanās. His fingers hooking underneath the hem to pull them down along with your panties. You stepped out of them and he tugged your shirt off your body. His mouth latching onto your neck leaving a trail of rough kisses. You gasped when you felt his cool fingers brush over your drooling folds. āS-shouto~ā
The way you said his name made him shudder and he pulled away to undress. He really wanted you. All he could think about was you and how he wanted to be inside of you. When he was finally nude his hand went around your back to unclip your bra. You felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on you and you quickly pulled away.Ā
When your hands came over your chest he had thought he had hurt you. ā(Name) are you okay??ā He panted. But the look on your face and the way you hid yourself reminded him of your insecurity. He ignored his throbbing length and pulled you into a hug. āYou donāt have to take it off if you donāt want to.ā He spoke against your neck. āIāll wait till whenever youāre ready and Iām sorry for being so inconsiderate."Ā
"Iām sorry.ā You mumbled. He shook his head āyou have nothing to be sorry for I-ā you drew away from his arms. This was Shouto. Your lover, the one you trusted with your life. The person who had given himself to you wholly. Who never held anything back and you knew heād never judge you for your body. Todoroki held his breath when your fingers unclipped your bra. And when the material fell smiled.
āYour gorgeous (Name).ā His hands went over to touch you and that night he showed you that you had nothing to be insecure about. And the next day you had the hickies showing all the live and attention he gave your breasts the previous night. And heād make sure to do it again and again and again.Ā
Bakugo Katsuki
Bakugou had a rare smile stretched across his lips as the both of you checked into the bed and breakfast. The both of you had finally gotten time off and he was determined to spend some more time with you as work had often kept you two busy. And you loved seeing him like this stress free and wanting to have a vacation as he was known to be a workaholic. It was turning out to be a good day well until the two of you split off to enter the hot springs.Ā
You pretended to go into the female room but in reality you doubled back. You didnāt like how people started when you were in there and leaving your bra on to get wet when you only brought one wasnāt an option. You could always- āI fucking knew it.ā You swore you jumped about three feet in the air when you bumped into Bakugou. āK-Katsuki?! What are you doing over here?ā āIsnāt it obvious we made a mistake.ā He frowned grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you off.
You tried pulling your wrist away as the movement was making your towel slip. But before you could protest Bakugou had stopped. A mixed gender hot springā¦ āKatsuki this is even worse!!ā āNot when weāre the only two that have access to it.ā He scoffed. āW-wha??ā āWhen your a top hero you get certain perks.ā He smirked. You could live with that.
You dropped your towel and dipped into the water. You didnāt feel the need to hide yourself when Bakugou was around. He made you feel confident and sexy. It was something you were trying to work on without him needing to be there but you were sure youād get there someday.Ā
When Bakugou got in he sighed and made his way next to you. It was relaxing. āYou know I like your tits just the way they are right?ā Ever the romantic he wasā¦ āSo youāve said.ā You pouted. āIām serious.ā You felt your face get hot at those words and you knew you couldnāt blame the water. His genuine tone and the look in his eyes as he said it made your stomach flip and your heart flutter.Ā
āI donāt want to hear that theyāre not like other peopleās because thatās bullshit.ā He hummed, leaning his head down to press a kiss in between the two mounds. āI love theseā He mused. āTheyāre real and most importantly theyāre mine.ā You looked down at him curiously as he went limp against your chest. It seemed as though he really needed this day off and you really needed those reassuring words of your lover.
āMirio,ā you whine, wiggling your hips impatiently. āIām ready.ā
The blond lets out a chuckle, booping you on the nose. āYouāre adorable, thatās what you are.ā
Mirio pinches your cheek playfully with one hand while the other is 3 fingers knuckle-deep in your sopping wet pussy. Heās been preparing you for what feels like hours. The multiple orgasms are undeniably nice ā twice with his tongue and just moments ago with his fingers ā but the lack of dick is driving you mad. You can kind of understand why heās so thorough; Mirio is a big man, not just in height but bulk as well and his cock is perfectly proportionate. Itās not obscenely long but is thick enough to cause even the biggest of size queens to give pause.
Sometimes you admit that heās a bit difficult to take without serious preparation, but youād be lying if you said you donāt love it.
Lmao this post popped off like I expected the Diabolik Lovers fandom to be dead after like 2015-16, but then again, here I am 7 years later since I first discovered it and still listening to the character songs religiously š¬š¬š¬š¬
Oh lol uh one of the first magazine issues to feature Yuma had mentioned that he doesnāt mind eating a victimās entire body after sucking them dry. Itās the reason why heās stronger than the average impure vampire. Itās like when a kid eats really well to grow big and strong but in this case itās eating bodies šššš
holy sweet mother of tap dancing christ thank you for this info op, hereās my tid bit of info. Yuma and SUV (cant spell his name) had an armĀ wrestling match but before one of them won poor table-chan gave out. So all you impure vamps just suck your juice boxes dry and then eat to get big and strong (i guess)
Fandom Shu: Lazy closet pervert who loves music and his s/o, likes bathing with his clothes on
Canon Shu: Lazy open pervert with PTSD who wrestled a fucking polar bear and can probably kill everyone in the room if he wanted to. Scared to death of loss. Extreme sadist, cuts you with a knife because your blood tastes better when youāre scared.
Canon Reiji: Pessimistic sadist with a sibling oriented inferiority complex. Had no problem murdering his own mother and even wanted to resurrect her so he could kill her in a more painful way each time. Burned down a village to kill his brotherās best friend. Could kill you in your sleep and wouldnāt blink twice.
Fandom Ayato: Lovable and confident dork who likes memes, boobs and takoyaki.
Canon Ayato: Do-S with an extreme superiority and inferiority complex. Abused and pressured to beat Shu as the heir to the vampire throne. Thrown into a lake to drown by his mother, ended up murdering her out of hatred and smiled the entire time. Sleeps in a fucking iron maiden. Will probably snap your neck if you donāt call him Ore-sama.
Fandom Kanato: Smol screaming child, bipolar, will like you if you make him deserts
Canon Kanato: Neglected sadist, quite possibly with Aspergers, with severe distrust towards other people, bordering on paranoia. Has sex with you more than any guy in the game, eats the ashes of his dead mother when he gets panic attacks. Might stab you in the throat with a fork if he doesnāt like your desert.
Canon Laito: Confuses love with lust due to being sexually abused by his own mother, was thrown in a dungeon by his father when he found out. He killed her so she could ābe with him in eternity.ā Manipulative and incredibly clever, voyeuristic with a degrading kink. His personality can turn dark in less than a second. Will use your fears to break you.
Fandom Subaru: Angry emo trash but is actually a cinnamon roll. Likes Blink 182, MCR, and punching wall-chan
Canon Subaru: Extreme sadist who ended up being an incest child because his dad used him as his mom as an experiment. Was called a filthy abomination by his mother who he loved more than anyone, now has a distrust towards women and constant suicidal thoughts.
Fandom Ruki: Hot mysterious book worm whoās into BDSM. Secretly cares about you and loves you.
Canon Ruki: Hot mysterious book worm who has been abusing people since he was seven years old. Was abandoned by his mother and his father killed himself, forcing him to live in the street. Warped perception of companionship, fear of abandonment, treats you like livestock because he was branded like cattle.
Fandom Kou: Prancy dancy idol-chan, sweet but manipulative, listens to BTS
Canon Kou: Abandoned at birth, turned into a sadist due to the amount of abuse he endured as a child. Ripped out his own eye to escape border line slavery and tried to commit suicide multiple times. Manipulative, will always expect something in exchange from you, capable of a 180 personality flip and wonāt hesitate to kill when heās angry.
Fandom Yuma: Giant gardening teddy bear, sugar-chan~ rebellious in a hot way
Canon Yuma: Can and will snap you in half. Beaten by his parents for not praying to God. Watched his parents burn alive and joined a gang, living on the streets. Sold himself as a slave to just to make enough money to survive. Sadistic, perverted, hot headed and can go on a total rampage. Kills you or someone else in almost all of his dark ends.
Fandom Azusa: Sweet masochist cinnamon bun who collects knives, doesnāt say much
Canon Azusa: Extreme masochist and sadist who enjoys self harm and harming others. Cuts you because he āwants you to feel good.ā Enjoyed getting beaten as a child. Pain keeps him alive and gives him purpose, borderline suicidal.
(I might do more of these for other fandoms as well~)
Oh lol uh one of the first magazine issues to feature Yuma had mentioned that he doesnāt mind eating a victimās entire body after sucking them dry. Itās the reason why heās stronger than the average impure vampire. Itās like when a kid eats really well to grow big and strong but in this case itās eating bodies šššš
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