#SOF AND WARM LIKE MASH POTAT..

[kylehydesaga]

gif test ! ft soj’s precious babbpys 🥺

[heartofdepth]

genre: smut

pairings: sub!xiao x soft dom!gender neutral reader

tags: lapslock, alcohol mention, anal (can be read as pegging for non-dongle havers), blindfolding, hand jobs, overstim, orgasm denial, reassurance, reader is not traveler but can be read as so, reader is also ambiguously human or timeless, i wrote this w the official bilibili post abt xiao in mind, read this as friendship lv10+ xiao, a manifestation of me wanting to top him but Gently like sof warm mash potat

word count: 4.48k

summary: the silent pledge xiao takes as his duty to protect and serve is what makes almost everything about him- everything but the lamplight of gentleness he shields from the world and the you who stayed by his side to help shine a light to the humanity and desire he yearned to touch

( this is just a bunch of headcanons i had that i tried cobbling together into one shortfic so if it reads like it’s clunky and jumpy i Apologize )

the first time you had him, xiao was adamant to hide his face. not once had he brought his head up to so much as glance back at you, letting all his grunts and groans out into the soft cushioning of the pillow. you assumed it had something akin with hiding behind a mask- a shield from slaughter, now a shield from facing the human desires bubbling from within to your searing touches. murmuring quiet reassurances, you set about stroking his hair, “it’s alright, i’m here with you. will you hold my hand?” the slow rock of your hips match the sweet butterfly kisses you line around his shoulders and down his spine.

“take as long as you need, xiao”

the flare in xiao’s heart flickers to this. how much time with you truly does he have before an inevitable parting, either on your end or because of him? he lifts his head up.

“please,” he gasps. “please, call my name again.”

this time, he’d almost ripped his sash, yanking it off his clothes to bury his face into. you’re further surprised at the durability of the material when xiao’s sharp teeth clench and he brings a fist up to tug at the purple fabric, but perhaps, you wonder it’s not that stunning considering how it comes unscathed in the countless fights he centers the storm in. the real deal breaker is when xiao wets his lips and tentatively, shyly asks, “could.. could you tie this for me?”, bringing the sash up to his eyes. there’s edges of fear in his voice; for him to loosen hold of himself, to hand the reins to someone else spells certain demise for him and yet; he can’t help but look at you and trust you implicitly. the fluttering of his heart, the bond he could almost tangibly feel, the gleaming amulet he’d gifted you hanging proud at your neck, a butterfly for each year spent together littering your throat like a choker.

“of course,” you reply without question. you know how the thoughts ruminate in his head without end before he ever chooses to verbalize anything; there’s no way you’d deny this adeptus what he requests. tapping a finger to the saliva brimming at his lips, you smile and bring it to your own, xiao’s half-lidded gaze transfixed on the gesture. when the fabric settles around his eyes, he feels his breath hitch, heartbeat fasten and for a moment, all he can focus on is the voices in his head, berating him for enjoying himself, taking away what once was of them, for falling into something as base and disgusting as desire.

“remember, you’re just as in control of this situation as i am.” he hears you say, but it gets drowned out as he wrenches a moaned cry when you stop moving. a plea sits on his tongue, to keep stroking his cock, to stop and breathe for a moment, to just spoon him to bliss as you always do, to bed him until he no longer hears anything but your voice. “however things turn out to be, you always will have a say.” xiao’s heart almost breaks. “a blessing, you are a blessing,” he sobs and you gather him into your arms.

tonight, all his senses remain free and he tastes the tang of the dandelion wine you’d brought all the way from mondstadt on your breath. xiao had both seen you off and welcomed your return to liyue as swift and quietly as the breeze, yet still a comfort of a warm summer wind to know you were watched over- cared for in his own way. nothing shows until night falls and he trudges home from another long battle against his karmic debt; the way he collapses in your arms and begins his catlike pursuit of affection says everything.

“not today,” he pleads, pushing away your hand holding his sash. “i want to see you. please, don’t bind me.” there’s a sense of desperation in his last sentence that you intuit comes from somewhere darker, something he doesn’t ever want to speak of again. humming “i would never baby boy,” feeling him tingle with embarrassed preening from the pet name, “whatever you ask is yours.” and you mean it; you know in his heart he would never request anything untoward and you hold your belief strong in your breast. you know him to keep his hands to himself even without bindings, the discipline of thousands of years shining through when xiao bites his lip with the cute little sharp tooth you adore and flexes his abdominal muscles in an attempt to keep from cumming once more. permissions, fulfillment, a two way road versus what’s beyond the line that can’t be crossed are what makes up a contract, the binds and the relationship that form you two, what he’s decided he would eternally serve; what he would give his life for.

when you embrace him, all xiao sees is the debt he owes to youー immeasurably as vast as his feelings towards you.

[klanceficatalogue]

sof and warm like mash potate

Of Beach Dates and Couple Stones by turtleenby (1/1 | 1,098 | Not Rated)

Lance and Keith have a nice day at the beach.

i like me better when i'm with you by fumblingwords (1/1 | 2,000 | Teen And Up)

"I'm scared."

Keith rarely ever admits it when he's scared and doubtful, and yet he utters this with no hesitation, because this is Lance. Lance, who kept the team grounded and filled with hope and joy; who, apart from Shiro, had seen Keith at his most vulnerable; who was loyal to everyone and was always there, through thick and thin.

***

Or, Keith reminisces and gets worried about the future, but is reminded of how loving his boyfriend is.

Soft by heavenlyrare (1/1 | 3,887 | General)

“I love it,” corrected Lance, breath fanning out against Keith’s mouth as he spoke. Keith only smiled before meshing their lips together in another gentle kiss, ending it as quickly as the first one. He kissed Lance again, and again, and again. Just gentle pecks that had Lance whining softly before cupping Keith’s face and pulling him into a proper kiss. Their lips moved slowly against one another and Keith couldn’t help but take in just how soft Lance’s lips were. How they felt against his own slightly chapped ones. He could be kissing Lance five years from now and would still be amazed by the plush, pillowy feeling.

He hoped he was still kissing Lance five years from now.

[mlm-holland]

AOSBWIBWOSNWS YOU'RE SO PRETTY????? UHHHHHHH ST O P IT, MY HEART IS EXPLODING WITH HOW MUCH OF A BEAUT YOU ARE?????

i am sof and warm like mash potat™️ (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) im like not pretty nor a beaut but shsjsjskI anon you’re so sweet thank u :(((

[dixiedingo]

I sleep a lot

Most active either at the ass Crack of dawn or dusk

Food is the only way to summon me from my favorite spots

I'm touch starved but touch hate

Warm and sof like mash potat

Hmm I think I'm a cat, actually