#twilighttheater

[silverdeer]

[vermillionbun]

Heated desires

A little smth as an apology for my absence. Thank you for sticking around ^^

Warnings: SMUT!!!, so if you’re uncomfortable with such content scroll past(telling ppl under 18 to not read isn’t really gonna do much, so if you’re a minor you have been warned), finishing inside, gn!reader(I tried TvT), Xiao being hot as always

Without further ado, hope you enjoy~

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Walking up Wangshu Inn’s now fixed stairs, courtesy of the Traveler,you make your way up to head to your room with almond tofu packed in a wooden box. It has a removable lid and a small, slim compartment for a wooden spoon on the inside. Your last commision happened to be for Xiangling and she insisted on cooking for you. At first you refused, but the pyro wielder wouldn’t back down either. You two ended up compromising that she’ll cook for you if you cook for her and she allowed you to also cook some almond tofu for Xiao and pack it for home. You’ve made a mental note to return the box to Xiangling tomorrow.

As you step off of the last wooden slab you round left, a smiling Verr Goldet greeting you behind a desk. You wave and say a quick hello. You would stay and chat, but you are obviously tired. Something Verr notices and just waves you off with a smile, telling you to get some rest. It seems your exhaustion is more obvious than you thought.

Grabbing the wooden handle, you open the door to your designated room that you use often during your adventuring throughout Liyue. Quite comfortable to have somewhere to stay that’s close to a lot of ruins and other places that may have treasure to find. Setting the almond tofu down, you call out his name. “Xiao!”. A poof of smoke appears beside you. 

“I’ve told you before, you needn’t yell. All you have to do is whisper my name and I’ll come.” 

“Hello to you too Xiao” you say with a playful smile. “Although, you usually like it when I scream your name, do you not?” It amazes many, including you and him, how easily you can fluster Xiao. His cheeks and ears redden as he sputters incoherent words, making a miserable attempt to answer.

Chuckling, you tap the wooden box on the dresser beside you. “I made some almond tofu for you when I was back at Liyue Harbor”. The adeptus’s gaze follows the sound as he stares at the box, seemingly in thought, before a small smile appears on his face. 

“Thank you Y/N. However”- grabbing you by the waist, one of his arms circles around you, pulling you closer as the other rests on the side of your face “I think I’d like something sweeter right now.” His thumb glides over your lips before he dives in for a kiss. It was short and sweet, followed by another one, and another longer one. Slowly, you start backing up as Xiao starts pushing you onto the bed behind you, lips still interlock.

“As you said, I like to hear you scream, so let’s see how loud you’ll get.” The adeptus slides his hand from your jaw, down your neck, resting it at the collar of your shirt, lightly pulling. 

“Xiao…”- a small whimper of his name left your lips. 

“This silly clothing is a nuisance. Take it off.” Following his instructions you take off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear. “Tch, I thought I said take it off.” 

“Wh-what, Xiao, what’re you-” a surprised squeal rips from your throat. 

The anemo wielder bends down, face over your crotch. He bites down on the fabric, teeth digging into the soft material and ripping it off of you. “There, that’s better”. You whine at the cold air hitting in between your legs.

In an attempt to stop the cold you try to squeeze your legs, alas, Xiao doesn’t allow it. “Legs stay open, understood?”- he says in a deep commanding voice. Hungry eyes stare as a shiver runs down your spine and you squeak out a small yes. His hands grip your thighs, opening them further. “Let me have a taste,”- he says, almost whispering, before diving in. A loud moan leaves your throat as Xiao’s wet muscle twists and turns, shockwaves of pleasure going through your body. Squelching noises and whimpers go throughout the room as he groans, vibrations adding onto the intense feeling. You can feel a tightening feeling appearing at your abdomen as your body spasms, thighs shaking in Xiao’s grasp and hands grabbing fists of the blanket beneath you. 

“A-ah~ X-Xiao~~ I- Fuck-, I’M-!”. He could tell, you needn’t say it. You scream out as he gives a particularly harsh suck, sending you over the edge. Your cum fills Xiao’s mouth, a drop that’s a mix of it and spit rolling down his chin before he swallows and licks off the drop.

Your chest goes up and down as you heave, trying to catch your breath. “Hope you’re not too tired, because we’re far from done.” he whispers as his hand pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His lips place a kiss on your neck, he removes his pants and begins to slowly grind against you.

Opening the drawer of the nightstand, Xiao takes out a bottle of lube. Putting some on his fingers, he smears it along his shaft. Nearing his face close to your neck again, he lightly sucks on the skin. “Are you ready, Qingxin?”. You hum, nodding your head slightly. He pushes the tip into your hole, a small sigh leaving the both of you. Xiao slowly pushes in further, groaning at the tightness of your hole. Finally, with a quick snap of his hips, he sheathes in the rest of his cock, a gasp leaving your lips. “Everything alright?” 

“Y-Yeah, just getting used to the feeling.”- you pant out. No matter how many times you two have been intimate you’ll never fully get used to the feeling of his length going inside you.

After a minute or so, you tap Xiao on the shoulder, a sign you two agreed upon as a wordless permission. Slowly dragging his shaft out, he sets a gentle pace so as to not cause you discomfort. He may sound harsh often, but he doesn't wish any pain upon you, no matter the circumstances.

“F-faster, please.”- he gives you a small nod as he fastens the pace. If people didn’t hear you before, they definitely heard you now. Your throat is starting to go sore, but you can’t help moaning Xiao’s name as he rams inside you. Both of you could easily tell you’re getting close again, you’re shaking, limbs flailing everywhere, as you try to handle the pleasure attacking your body. It seems that he’s close too. Ragged breaths hit your collarbone as his hands grip your waist, trying to keep himself composed. 

“Hah, w-where shou-” 

“Inside.”- you cut him off. Your body is desperate to feel Xiao fill you up and who is he to deny you? A few more hard thrusts and both of you cum. Warm, thick liquid spilling inside you as he throws his head back, both of you moaning.

Panting, you move to get up, but Xiao traps you between his arms. “Mmm, no.”- he mumbles out. 

“Xiao, we have to wash ourselves-” 

“I said no. We can do that tomorrow.". He pulls you in closer to him, squeezing you tighter and you sigh. Seems like clean-up will have to wait.

[darkestrellar]

@twilighttheater (Blanc)

Oh, good, there he is.

Within a minute or two of Blanc having returned to the hall, Svern had located him, slipping easily through the other guests to stand beside him. He eyed the arm in the sling rather expressionlessly, then looked at Blanc's face to gauge how he was doing. Could be worse, but sure not great.

It wouldn't be accurate to say that Svern felt truly bad about this, but he wasn't pleased about it either, not at all. Just the fact that Blanc had gotten hurt in something like arm-wrestling was one thing — "You try," Svern had said, "you're stronger than I am!" — but the timing of it made it worse. On Blanc's birthday, and during something that Svern had put him up to. It was hard to tell how much of the annoyance pricking at Svern's mind was about the injury itself and how much of it was his own idea having backfired.

Oh well, he'll just have to salvage it.

His expression softened; and since it had been his suggestion, and one that had gone awry with the worst timing, he started with an apology.

"Sorry, Blanc. It was your nerves, wasn't it? Are you alright? ...Would you rather go to the lounge and get some rest?"

[windbornevioletta]

Venti is calm as he sits quietly at the bar of Angel’s Share. Oblivious to the quiet concern of the outwardly surly owner, he is not upset or in trouble. He is musing over the realization that he still doesn’t know everything about his s/o.

One may ask ‘How can you not know something about your partner when you have been with them for years?’

But this wasn’t something like your favorite color or your birthday. Or even whether you wanted a gold or silver ring for your engagement or the exact number of times you had read your favorite book. He knows all of the answers to those questions, but this was something he didn’t know: the song that you hummed under your breath when you thought he wasn’t listening.

While he had told the traveler that he knew every song in the past, present, and future, that wasn’t entirely true. He was only aware of songs once they had been sung into existence and were carried by the wind to his ears. This was by his own volition, after all, what’s the point of encouraging creativity if you already know what they are going to make. Also, it would ruin his disguise if he was singing songs that others had written before they had created them.

So, when you, the dearest star in his galaxy, hummed that song while braiding his hair; his interest was piqued, and he tamped down the urge to question you about it. You rarely sang or even hummed around others. It wasn’t out of some distaste for music, but rather you were incredibly shy about performing.

However, to his disappointment, you noticed his peaked ears and immediately hushed despite his assurances.

This was not a single occurrence either. He would notice you humming this particular song when cooking, when hugging him after he ‘fell’ asleep, or even as you walk to Windrise for a picnic date. It drives him crazy to feel the notes on the wind and see your lovely lips form words that he can’t hear, but he knows nothing good will come from forcing you to sing.

Venti, through his experience as Barbatos, has learned that time is the only thing with more power than the gods. So, he will wait until you are ready to share with him. You are the light in his life, the person who helped him create a home, so for you, he would wait centuries.

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The day finally comes when he is drowning in despair. He is upset and feels as wilted as week-old bouquet of windwheel asters. It isn’t often when the whirling storm of self-deprecating thoughts fill his head, as least it hasn’t since he met you.

These thoughts swirling reminding him that you deserve better. You deserve a person who doesn’t drown his memories in alcohol. You deserve someone who doesn’t anger people when he tries to make them laugh. You deserve to someone who is successful with a steady job who can make life easier for you.

You deserve someone who isn’t him and he can’t help but writhe in jealousy at the thought of you loving another romantically. Then the shame comes because how could the god of freedom want to shackle you to him?

The thought that one day you could be hurt if an enemy discovers his identity as Barbatos drives him to tears. How could Barbatos, weakest of the Seven Archons and object of mockery by the other six nations, ever protect the one he cherishes most when he has failed countless times before?

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You find your lover after a couple of hours as he sits near the edge of Starsnatch Cliff. Your footsteps never fail to draw his attention as he looks up to you with sad, stormy eyes. You feel a chill when you stare into them like a stranger has stolen the soul of the person you love most.

You pull his body close towards yours, tugging him away from the cliff. As you hold him close, you can feel the sobs that wrack his body, and his cold limbs wrap themselves around your waist.

You hum a song that never fails to bring him peace from night terrors. It’s the song that you associate with him, as you sing of your love and the surprises that come from life together. He is your other half, the one who completes your soul, and when you look at your past, you can’t imagine a place you would rather be than by his side.

You look down and see your lover staring into your face like you had brought down the moon and stars for him. You both share a smile as you wipe the tears from his face and bring his face close for a soft kiss to confirm your never-ending love for each other.

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Okay, so this is not entirely a Valentine’s Day post because this is part of a series that I have been working on. It’s called “Song Scenarios” and will involve characters from various games and shows. They are written with certain songs in mind but any one can associate whatever song they want.

For Venti, the song was Solo Para Ti by Camila (spanish rock band). Please give it a listen!

[kitsune24fox]

A copy and a unique original😆😄😈

After 12-13 years...

[heroftruth]

@twilighttheater

It's the middle of the night when she finally gives up on getting any sleep. Carefully, Hilda detangles herself from their bed, making sure she doesn't wake Red in the process, before heading for their living room. Before long she's curling up on the sofa, a small cup of coffee in hand and blanket Red had given her over her lap.

She settles in, reaching for a book on Sinnoh myths. Nights like this were not her favorite, always the result of insomnia or nightmares rearing their head. A bit of reading and then heading back to bed, or a cup of coffee on the worst nights had become her routine on nights she didn't want to wake Red.

She isn't sure how much time passes before their bedroom door opens, her gaze lifting to see Res. "Hey," She starts, giving him a soft smile before closing her book and placing it on the side table. "I couldn't fall back asleep but I didn't want to wake you up."

[mirroredranger]

((Patches that I made for Black Space White Light.))

[floccesyfluff-fest]

💧 two can play at that game. blanc says it's svern's turn

Calling @neodarkdark 's Svern to the dunk tank!

When Blanc hits the target, there's a pause. A long one. Just when everyone thinks Svern isn't getting wet today, the platform gives under them, soaking the redhead! A towel in a color or pattern of Svern's choice is offered.