#thirst hours for xiao !

[hhonghu]

Imagine having three pets that love you unconditionally, puppy!gorou, cat!xiao, and bunny!aether.

To everyone else, they are just adorable innocent pets that would do no wrong. And they are correct... until their heat comes around.

They all act like wild animals and fight for whoever gets to use your dick first. Your baby bunny!aether who is experiencing his heat for the first time cries and begs for you to help him. So you do him first.

Since puppy!gorou and cat!xiao have lived with you the longest, and they are experienced with their heats and that the only way to get rid of them is with you, they go last.

They watch as bunny!Aether gets pounded and used, they stroke their little cocks desperately and finger their holes, trying their best to imagine its you.

In the end, they all get fucked and stuffed with your come. And they are back to being your adorable little pets.

[Thirst]!

ANON. ANON WHAT IS THIS why is this SO GOOD >:( your brain, give it here 🖐️

such a lucky reader, having puppy!gorou, cat!xiao, and bunny!aether all to yourself and being to love them. well..

"their dick is mine! i get to go first!"

"who says you get to go first? it should be me, they should breed me first!"

"hey! at least i should go first, this is all new to me, [name's] dick is the only one can help me!"

you groan in your sleep. what's the commotion about outside your room? you pull the covers off of you as you hear your pets voices behind the door, seeming to be arguing something. as you get up, you realize what day it was. shit. their heats were synchronous and it starts today. ahh, shit, you didn't plan out how you'll handle this, especially knowing nothing will satisfy them but you.

"[name]? [name], please be awake! our.. our heats are here!"

you quickly prepare yourself before heading to the door and taking a deep breath then opening it. you were immediately pounced on by the three of them all naked, lips all over your face and neck and hands roaming all over your body and literally tearing your clothes off. you get pushed back on the bed as you see xiao straddling your lap while gorou and aether are by your side. "[naaame].. it's time.. it's time to stuff me full of your dick and cum♡!" xiao mewls, his hand grabbing yours and putting it on his little cocklet, humping your palm as his tail swishes back and forth. gorou grabs your other hand and sucks on your fingers, his tongue lapping you up and drool sliding down you hand. "[naaamee], i should go first right? pleaase, let me go first on your cock! breed me for hours, let them go last!" he whines as he continues to suck on your fingers.

poor aether, bunny ears twitching as he watches xiao and gorou grind and hump your body, seeing their little cocks twitching in anticipation for you. you turn your head to him, seeing him squeeze and rub his thighs together, seeing his cocklet ooze pre-cum, flushed face and hazy eyes watching you three intently. ah, right. aether is experiencing his first heat, he probably doesn't know what to do yet. you smile at him, "aether, would you like to go first?" xiao and gorou whines in disagreement while aether perks up in excitement. "why don't i breed you first, bunny? wouldn't want you fucking your hand when i could be doing it, no?" and he nods eagerly. you turn back to xiao and gorou, your hands brushing against their cheek and they melt to your touch with a pout. "think you boys can handle a few hours by yourselves?" they both look at each other and reluctantly nod. "good boys. stay beside us, you can watch." you tap them, signaling to get off you and beckon aether. "come here, bunny. let me put my cock to good use."

"fhucckk! [name]! deep, sooo deeeep♡! your nngghh— cock feels too good♡!" aether cries out as he bounces on your cock, his ass slamming down you and wet, lewd sounds echoes in the room. "keep cumming ah, ah, ah— inside me! fuck me pregnant♡! don't stop, don't haaaah— stoooop♡!" he rams your dick inside faster, his thighs shaking as his orgasm approaches. at your side, you can hear squelching and pathetic moans of your name. xiao was on top of gorou, humping their little cocks together and matching aether's pace. gorou was pinching his nipples, flicking and tugging as he watches aether desperately chasing his orgasm. xiao's hips shakes in frustration and his hole throbs, please aether, cum already! the boys can't wait any longer, hours had passed as you kept pounding him, spilling cum and fucking it back inside him. they already want their turn!

you groan as you grab aether's hips and thrust your hips up and hit his prostate, his back arching as he screams out, his little cock jerking around and spilling cum. xiao and gorou follows suit after, xiao falling on gorou as their hips kept moving, trying to prolong their orgasm. all of you catch your breaths and aether limply falls on your, his breathe staggering and body shaking. you coo at him, giving one last thrust before spilling inside him. "good job, bunny.. good, good.. filled your pretty little hole all the way.." aether nuzzles into you, tiredness finally taking over him. you carefully set him aside and pull the covers over him, careful to not disturb him as he rests. you turn to both xiao and gorou whos already looking at you expectantly and you smirk, "well? come here you two, i still got a lot left to stuff your holes with."

what an eventful month did reader and his pets had.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS THIRST I WANNA EXPAND MORE :(( thank you anon for the food <33

[cocksucker6000]

warm ☆

how they cockwarm you

top gn reader + gorou, scaramouche, xiao (separate, warnings for each part)

cw;; reader has a dick (could maybe be read as strap?? idk)

a/n;; as per usual, sorry for being so inactive……..here’s a little something to push me into writing on here again. i’m going to open my inbox again, please feel free to send anything in!!! (especially thirsts, i haven’t gotten any and they look so fun ;-;)

gorou ;; a little breeding, mostly cuddly, gorou’s heat is mentioned

this puppy loves loves loves to cockwarm you. it brings him such a sense of love and safety to be so close to you, to feel so full. he might wiggle his hips and whine into your neck while he sits on your lap, or rather, on your cock. he especially loves to warm you up in his heat periods, you fill him up so nicely, satiating that warm ache in his tummy so nicely. he likes to fall asleep in your lap—still having your cock inside of him, plugging up all of the loads you dumped into him prior. scritch his ears and call him a good, sweet boy, maybe breed him full again—he really won’t have any choice but to cling onto you and whimper.

scaramouche ;; a little possession, kinda ooc?

it might actually be a little while until you can convince him to cockwarm you. he isn’t too opposed to it, just a little embarrassed—until after his first time, he can’t get enough. scara likes to cockwarm you to remind you that you’re his. to remind you that your cock is his, his own dildo to use. it might be kind of a reminder to himself, too—with the way that he sits on your lap for hours as he whimpered and begs for you to let him move. sometimes, the closeness is comforting to him; he likes to slowly and subtly ride you for as long as he can, gently filling him to the brim with while he insists that he can go again.

xiao ;; rly vanilla, virgin xiao, comfort sex

this boy is gonna need a little more convincing than the last two. you tell him that you’ll hold him as close as he needs, and he can bury his face in your shoulder if he wants. he does just that, hiding his flushed cheeks as your scent soothes him while he takes your cock. surprisingly, for something he couldn’t understand at first, the feeling of you filling him up and just staying there was something so comforting and carnal, he couldn’t find the words to describe it. he likes it when you rub down his sides while he wiggles his hips a little, whining when you nestle up against his prostate.

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Genshin Boys / Favorite Place To Kiss You.

Expanding on this post some because I cannot stop thinking about it 😌

Your Lips

Scaramouche: You can anticipate clanking teeth, aggressive tongue work, and his all-encompassing need to dominate you. He is painfully inexperienced and is working overtime to hide the fact, to mixed results. You always find yourself pressed against something when he is kissing you, whether it be a wall or a bed. The leverage serves him well and makes him feel more in control. For a few minutes, he can pretend he holds more influence over you than you do him. He parts from your lips only to mutter a few degrading statements that seem more like a way to ground himself against the mad tempest of obsession you stir within him. If he can't control it, he might as well throw caution to the wind, and take all that he can.

Kaeya: Kaeya kisses you in such a way that throughout its duration, you almost love him back. It's sensual, the way Prince Charming was depicted in the fairytales sitting around your childhood bedroom. Should you dare to open your eyes, you'll see his staring through you. Gauging. Calculating. Making constant little tweaks and adjustments so that he might fit your concept of an ideal man. He never strives to meet this paragon any other time, it is only when he holds you within his hands that he wishes for your struggling to cease. Kaeya knows what you like before you even do. Just this once, he'll match your preference, if it means he gets to taste you a little while longer. 

Your Cheek 

Kazuha: Kazuha is a romantic, a man whose head is in the clouds in all matters concerning you. He takes into account your... hesitance to accept his full affections, which he promises that he's okay with! If it's for you, he can wait. However, that doesn't mean he wants to deny himself every carnal pleasure, oh no, that'd be cruel. You wouldn't deny a man dying of thirst water, would you? For that reason, he sees no issue with stealing a peck on your cheek every now and then. How your skin blooms with warmth beneath his lips, whether it be from frustration or embarrassment, makes his life worth living. He's very content with himself for the hours that follow.

Your neck

Childe: Your pulse tells him what your lips refuse to divulge. He lives alongside secrets, and you are his favorite, ever-changing and evolving. You may turn your nose up at him and stubbornly keep your mouth shut, if you so please. Childe has his workarounds. The thrum of your pulse conveys everything left unsaid: whether it be fear, guilt, or excitement. Unraveling the mystery is part of the game for him. He almost loses himself in the sensation of lavishing your neck with his overflowing affection, it births new depravity within him. You're so soft, so pliable beneath his touch, entirely at his mercy and care. He delights himself in this knowledge, openly using it for his benefit. 

Xiao: How he can be both animalistic and painfully constrained, you have no idea. He fears harming you yet simultaneously fears missing out on you. If you only knew the degree you tempted him, you might find further revulsion for him still. Xiao just can't help himself as he presses his nose to your skin and inhales deeply. Your scent, your warmth, the little noises you make that urge him on. It doesn't matter how many hellacious battles he's survived, he'll always lose when it comes to you. His self-restraint has its limits. Still, he is easily sated, as he expects so little. A few minutes of helping himself to your neck satisfies a voracious appetite he never knew existed.

Your inner wrist

Zhongli: Within his veins flows gold, yet what flows within yours is of far more importance to him. The tips of his fangs graze against the sensitive area, never breaking skin, for he'd rather revere than desecrate you. Zhongli fights against the primal urge to leave marks in the wake of his kisses. He'll start at your forearm and work his way down, lavishing you with affection that teeters on worship. For once, his mouth is too occupied for him to lavish you with his baritone voice. If you're wearing long sleeves that obscure your wrist, it's all the better; he'll purposefully choose outfits that fit this description. The quiet intimacy of staring you in the eye as he rolls the fabric up, baring your skin to him... it's a delicacy rarely matched. 

Albedo: Your biology is a marvel to him that soon extends past innocent scientific intrigue. Is it not only natural that he would seek to better understand what he knows so little about? Well made as Albedo might be, your composition differs from his, and for him to solve the riddle left behind by his creator, he must close this gap in knowledge. The meaning of this world... surely how he's able to exercise such mastery over your heart has something to do with it? He knows what to do and say for your pulse to quicken, the tiniest tells never escape his watchful eye. There are instruments for measuring these readings, but oh well, his lips should suffice. He far prefers this method, anyway. 

Atop your hand

Diluc: A gentleman must practice restraint, and Mondstadt’s wine tycoon is nothing if not a gentleman. Or so he tells himself. Diluc is far above the immorality of the common reprobate. He constantly worries and frets over you, receiving no sweet compensation in return for his efforts. That is okay, he reassures himself. He didn't appoint himself as your protector for reimbursement. His lips lingering over the softness of your hand is not him seeking payment, it's him expressing the depths of his feelings that'd go otherwise unnoticed. He must draw attention to his love for you on the occasion, he reasons. How else will you come to view him as more than a prison warden? Yes, this little display is entirely for your benefit. He swears it.

[profound-jade]

Supreme Support Reader

Cottage Core, Supreme Support Reader,  basically I was feeling really bad about something in bed, like a lot then I remembered something that made me realise what I was agonising over for the last 20 minutes didn’t happen. The feeling of absolute relief I felt was incredible and as I relaxed in bed I thought about the reader having the divine power of making anyone happy, satisfied, and whatever good emotion they could want.

Like, maybe Xiao is feeling hurt today way more than usual only for him to bump into you accidentally while you're picking berries in the outskirts of Liyue for making jam and a feeling of happiness just flows into him when he is with you. Maybe, well definitely, he would be unable to control himself and goes up to hug you and this sense of unyielding happiness and relief just overwhelms him. It was like every last one of his cells were dying of thirst and hunger for months and a banquet of food and drinks were brought to them.

While Xiao is in sheer bliss, you are just a bit stunned about what happened before turning around and seeing that it’s Xiao, which calms you down. Still a bit confused, but seeing how happy he is and knowing his backstory you decide to just stay there for a bit.

Not just people in constant pain like Xiao react this way, ordinary people that are generally happy and satisfied with their daily lives are not that much better. It’s like something they can’t describe awakened within. It’s like something that was written inside their genes but was never activated. After being with you and having all their negative emotions solved, ones they had subconsciously and they consciously didn’t even know, before then being ubercharged with positive and happy emotions, they cannot go back to how things were before without you.

Ningguang had met you after you opened up a small stall in which you sold products that you made from various homegrown ingredients or stuff you got from foraging. The products were simple like jam from berries, homemade baking products like cookies and cakes, and other things like that. They were simple yet they filled something within the customers. It was like they had an itch they didn’t even know about being scratched as they ate your produce. 

Ningguang had been curious so she went and bought some sweets you made without much expectation as she had already tasted all the finest cuisine in all of-holy fuck how are these so good?! She tried to buy out all the remaining stocks after that which yous topped as its not fair to the other customers. 

Ningguang rather forcefully befriended you after that and you two started hanging out, doing and playing all sorts of simple things for hours on end like reading comic books, playing kids games, things that she would never have done by herself or anyone. The Tianquan’s time is measured in solid gold, something she carefully built a market for, could earn millions of Mora in just an hour or even. And yet, she now feels all the time she had spent earning those same mountains upon mountains of mora not even worth mentioning as she sat by a large tree, you in her arms reading a short story as the cool breeze flew by.

As the sun set and you returned home, so did Ningguang. Her thoughts raced as she thought about all the things you and her were going to do later on tomorrow despite knowing dang well she can’t possibly fit all those activities within even a month of time, much less a day. Ningguang met her frantic assistants at the Harbour, complaining to her about all the things they had to take care because of her absence, but Ningguang could only smile fondly of her memories today. 

She made her way up to the Jade Chamber, and as she had walked into her bedroom, she could only stare at her queen sized bed with an empty look in her eyes. She had prioritised Mora and the Jade Chamber above all else for her entire life but now she suddenly feels the lavish and large abode she lived in was empty and shallow. 

Ningguang clutched the part where her heart was under, treating her fine silken garments with force she never would’ve dreamed of before. Ah, this feeling has returned once again. It had been bearable, she suppose. This feeling had sprouted and quickly grew the moment she had met you. It was a feeling she was quite familiar with, something that was imprinted onto her since childhood.

Greed. This intense feeling grew by the moment and with each day, Ningguang’s fantasies of taking you for herself grew more from a shameful thought to a full out plan. Construction and ordering of all kinds of things for turning her private chambers into the two of you’s home was sent out.

Had that not happened first, it probably won’t happen for a while as whoever first finds you gets you. 

Maybe when Beidou returned to the harbour to celebrate for newest accomplishment, she saw a single glance at you before being completely stunned in place. Her pupils widened and she made her mind up on the spot to have you for herself.

Childe brushes hands with you on the streets before shamelessly going and straight up grabs yours before flirting.

What if you were in another nation, say Inazuma? Ei would go from meditating and thinking about how eternity and all that is great before instantly changing her mind after meeting you for like 5 minutes and forcefully marrying you and making you live in the palace, the puppet Shogun completely agreeing with her decision. No 200 year long duel needed.

Or, if things get really spicy, all of this and more somehow happens. Maybe you were a small merchant living in nature and just around selling things you made, seducing and charming anyone you made semi-contact with. Because of that, powerful people and characters that could influence the world were just silently stepping on each other's shoes under the table and they begrudgingly shared a picnic table with you outside, them not wanting to scare you being the only reason they haven’t pulled out their weapons and activated their visions yet.

[slothgiirl]

in the air (xiao x reader)

7.3k words. mentions of rock climbing and chinese traditional medicine. pining. fluff. first time writing in genshin impact for xiao so idk how in character this is. probs errors bc this is unedited like my lyfe lol. also xiao takes 1k words to show up hehe

“Delivery for Bubu Pharmacy,” you dump all your packages on the counter, finally able to see in front of you once again. The walk from Qingce Village to Liyue Harbor was long, made longer by the various dried herbs and distilled oils you had to carry.

“Ah, our lovely botanist,” Herbalist Gui grabs a letter opener, already sorting through the parcels. Silk flowers, glaze lilies, fresh lotus root, ginseng root, and the rest of the raw ingredients a pharmacy needed. “No violetgrass? Or qingxin flowers?”

You slip behind the counter, taking a seat on the stool Qiqi used to reach. You’d need the stool too in order to get the very top shelf ingredients. Maybe you weren’t a pharmacists, you think as you read the labels for ingredients as rare as sakura blooms imported from abroad to condensed ginger, but you could probably fix a cold.

Botany wasn’t your dream growing up, but your family’s business. The house you’d grown up in was tiny compared to the greenhouse full of silk flowers, to the pear trees and lotus growing in flooded terraces. You liked the job. You liked getting to see all of Liyue. You loved the smell of drying cinnamon and seeing a plant perk up once you gave it some compost.

“Not yet,” you admit, “with the rains last week I couldn’t exactly get to Huaguang Stone Forest.” Your favorite part of this job was getting to climb up the towering peaks. You loved rock climbing. You loved the cool wind on your skin after ascending, looking down and knowing you’d done this. You loved the solitude, the quiet and peace. You fell in love with the alien perspective of being up so high.

“Be careful out there,” Herbalist Gui says, a crease forming between his brows, “isn’t full of hilichurls and demons?”

“I am careful,” you massage your calves, “pretty sure a lawachurl could break me in half.” It ate at your time, having to go around treasure hoarders and hilichurls, unsure if they’d let you pass freely or not. There was no way you’d risk a run-in with fatui skirmishers that far from the Millelith’s sight.

So you hid behind bushes and trees, going around and losing hours.

“And the demons? You ever actually seen one?”

You laugh. “No, thank the Archons.” You didn’t want to test how effective exorcist charms were against demons. Chongyun had carved one out of wood for you to keep you from being possessed, while Hu Tao’s last present had been a jade sigil to tells ghosts you were a friend. You were concerned about its effects but Hu Tao always had good intentions despite her questionable methods.

You trusted her.

And there was no way you were going to disparage one of your childhood friends to her face. Some people had no tack.

You couldn’t imagine calling someone a weirdo even if it was true. Especially in a mean spirited way.

“That’s good.”

“Tell Baizhu I’ll be back in two days ,” you tell the pharmacist.

“That fast?”

You smile, “yeah. I’ll come back here then head home.” It’d mean only having one day to lazy about at home before hitting the road again, but like Hu Tao you valued the reputation of your business too much to delay the order of violetgrass and qingxi flowers to next week.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to let Baizhu know.”

“You’re the best.”

“Do you want some tea before you go,” Herbalist Bui asks, “it’s got jueyun chilis, good for all that running around you do.”

“Of course you don’t have regular jasmine tea?” This was a pharmacy. You accept it all the same, grateful for the warmth of the tea quenching your thirst. Maybe you wouldn’t be dead on your feet when you ascend tomorrow.

___

You camp at the south of Caijue Slope.

Travelling at night wasn’t a bright idea if you didn’t have a vision. Something you most definitely didn’t.

You’d always dreamed of a geo vision, though without Rex Lapis who knows if there would be any new geo visions. When you’d started bouldering around Mingyun Village, learning to identify fungi and flowers with your father, you could only ever imagine a geo vision.

It would be mad useful.

You wouldn’t need to carry ropes and anchors if you could just form your own anchors and climbing forms out of the very rock you ascended.

Passing through Jueyun Karst let you know waiting had been the right choice.

The mud clumps to the soles of your boots. When you step on the road, your feet sink. There’s little to no treasure hoarders or fatui to be seen. It must’ve been awful the day after the rains and near impassable with the rain. The towering mountains made the roads down below prone to flash flooding.

You have to stop and scrape the mud off your boots on rocks every few steps until finally you start the road up to Qingyun Peak. You barely even need to check your worn map.

Your family has been in the botany business for generations. You know where the clusters of Violetgrass and Qingxin spring up. Between here and Mingyun Village, you gather enough of both to fulfil Verr Goldet and Baizhu’s orders.

It takes the entire morning to ascend up the northernmost pillar of Huaguang Stone Forest, sitting on the edge as you Mint Salad and mora meat. It’s not as good when the food’s cold, but there’s nothing better than the food you eat after a long climb. Sweat runs down your spine as you look over Liyue. You can make out the Jade Chamber in the sky over Liyue Harbor. This must be what the adepti, what Rex Lapis, saw every day.

After Bubu Pharmacy you’d deliver to Wangshu Inn, then home. Then you’d collapse in bed before starting all over again.

You run your fingers over the petals of the qingxin flower. This one could stay. It was too small, the majority of the buds still closed.

The zenith of the sun has passed when you finally start to descend.

You hook your safety rope into the anchors you’d placed on the way up.

One of these days you’d buy yourself a Monstadt glider.

As you go, you remove the anchors, releasing the expansion clamps and slipping it into your bag, before descending the next metre.

You hook your safety rope into the next anchor. Then descend another metre. Carefully. Taking your time.

Pebbles fall past you.

It feels like the entire world rumbles.

You look out into the landscape, into the fog you can barely make out the other stone pillars, but even the fog cannot obscure the flashes of green anemo bursts in the skies.

Shit.

You glance up. It was a good twenty metres to the peak. You look down. It wasn’t any better.

It was worse.

A good thousand metres up. 800 from where you’d started climbing from the top of the road.

The flashes of anemo grew closer.

More pebbles fell, clinking against your shoulder. Dirt dislodged and fell in your hair.

You were stuck.

Your hands grew sweaty.

If it had been raining you could make it up free handed. Waited it out. Rain usually built up. This stone forest had no ledges to seek shelter on.

Fuck.

Flashes of green interspersed with flashes of red and blue.

Dread.

You look around, trying to find anything to perch on.

Okay, okay. Let yourself fall onto the ledge 30 metres below. No-

Not survivable.

Your hands grow slick with sweat as figures emerge out of the fog.

Dark figures. Demons. Monsters.

Your grip slips.

You flail, trying to catch yourself.

Fuck.

You slam into the side of the cliff, dangling by your safety rope over a thousand metres in the air. Pain explodes across your thigh.

Your fingers are bleeding where you’d tried to grab a rock.

The figures are closer now. Across from you fighting in the air, floating. Abyss mages and a fighter. You couldn’t tell.

And you couldn’t waste time watching.

You clip into the next anchor, attaching your safety rope. There was no time to climb up for the other rope and anchor.

You cut your loses.

Okay, move.

You scramble down, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

There’s an extra safety rope in your bag, you climb another metre down. And another one.

The sound of fighting is still too close, approaching, you hear the laughter of the abyss mages, the clash of steel against abyssal magic. You don’t look, chest heaving as you try to climb down in minutes what would normally take hours.

You inhale sharply, the dirt from the rocks mixing with the blood on your fingers. You slice your fingers on the ledges but keep going.

It doesn’t matter.

You have to keep going.

And then nothing matters.

Ice explodes against your back.

A chill spreads from the spot, your muscles tense and freeze and you can’t move. You can’t move your fingers. You can’t-

You look up.

The abyss mage is looking at you, laughing behind it’s terrible mask, a mockery of Opera makeup, as you fall.

It’s why the spear that jut out of it’s chest catches it off guard.

But what does that matter?

You’re falling, falling…

The figures disappear from your vision.

—-

You scream.

You’re so cold.

You can’t even flail as you plunge to your death.

You’ve never been so cold.

The fog dissipates as you approach the ground.

Your vision explodes in emerald and black. “Hgh,” a hand grips your wrist.

Thunk.

You smash onto the ground.

Only you’re still alive.

“Hold still,” a gruff voice says near your ear.

What!

You kick, blinking the tears, blinking away the terror from your eyes, “let me go!” You were alive. YOU WERE ALIVE!

And tangled on the ground with a strange masked man.

Vexation is clear in his tone as he repeats, “hold still.”

You roll off him, wincing. Everything hurt. You side ached. Nothing was broken. You could tell you’d be bruised black and blue for the next week. “Thank you,” you huff, connecting the dots even as your vision grew white with pain. Your fingers were still cramped from the cold. You could use jueyun chilis right now.

Thank the Archons you still had your bag. Crushed flowers were better than no flowers.

“Mortals should not be in Jueyun Karst.” The man still wears a mask carved of blackened wood. It matches the black of his gloves. A vision is strapped to his wrist.

Not a man at all.

You breathe, forcing down the pain.

You couldn’t do anything about it until you were safe. Not out here. Not out in the open.

You look around.

You weren’t in Jueyun Karst anymore. This was the road east to Guili Plains.

“I have permission,” you tell the adepti, “I can show you the sigil of permission.”

He says nothing, crouching in front of you like an overgrown bird. The mask is still on.

Despite that you’re not scared.

The sigil feels strange. It feels akin to resting your back against the statues of Morax.

“See,” you tell him. You weren’t lying. It was the same sigil your family had used for generations. Your grandmother said Moon Carver had gifted it when the Qixing closed passage into Jueyun Karst. “Master Adepti? Sir?…” You weren’t sure of the proper way of addressing an Adepti.

His eyes travel from your sigil to you. There’s mirth in his cor lapis eyes.

The mask.

The fighting.

He wasn’t just any adepti.

You lean forward, “you’re the vigilant yaksha,” you raise your hand, forgetting yourself for a moment as you move to touch his mask only that might get you struck down for disrespecting an adepti’s pride. All the adepti had strange rules about what was permissible. “I don’t know about you adepti, but it’s kinda rude for you to keep your mask on for so long.” It felt like he had something to hide.

“You presume to order an adepti?”

You crack a grin, “I couldn’t make you do anything.” You shift, trying to get up. You need to get to Wangshu Inn before night.

“Fuck,” you hiss. Right. You were all banged up.

The yaksha moves swiftly, steadying her. “You’re hurt.”

“I am,” you wince. “Just bruises.”

“Why were you in Jueyun Karst.” His tone drips with disapproval.

“For qingxi flowers. Violetgrass. Pharmacists need it.” You laugh. “Ironic right?”

He’s still holding you up, his hands on your arms, gentle despite the destruction he just caused in the stone forest. You want to see his face. You want to thank him without any barriers.

He must be handsome, you think to yourself. You know he is.

“Can you not grow them in Liyue Harbor?”

You shake your head, “they only grow at high altitudes. They prefer rocks to soil. I think there’s something in the rocks, some mineral. We’ve tried to grow them in Qingce Village but they didn’t take.”

His eyes study you once more, “your hands are bleeding.”

“It’ll be fine,” you tell him, “some balm. Baizhu deals with worse all the time.” At least the cold wore off.

“Where should I leave you?”

The words are unexpected. He’d saved you, but he wasn’t exactly friendly and warm. The Yaksha was quiet and reserved.

He’d stayed to make sure you were okay.

“Liyue Harbor,” you say tentatively, “though if that’s too far…”

“Heh,” the Yaksha rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“If it’s out of your way,” you amend, smiling, “I’m sure that it’s an easy distance for the Vigilant Yaksha to cover.”

He tilts his head.

You wonder what he thinks of you.

“I’m only joking,” you add when the silence streches out in case he missed your teasing. “But Liyue Harbor would be great if it’s not a bother.”

The Yaksha nods. “I offered.”

“You did.” He didn’t have to.

You try not to read into it too much. The adepti were all about protecting Liyue. You weren’t special.

Quite the opposite.

You’d been in Huaguang Stone Forest at the wrong time.

He finally lets go of your arms, only to pick you up bridal style.

“Ah!” You’re caught off guard, barely processing what is happening before the world disappears in black smoke.

You squeeze your eyes shut, as wind streaks through your hair, chilling your skin all over again.

In seconds, he’s already placing you back down, overlooking the Harbor.

“Wow, that was amazing!” What took you two days to travel, the Yaksha had done in seconds. You look over the Harbor, it’s lights slowly turning on as the sun sets over the water. It was a short walk to the Pharmacy. You’d be imposing on Hu Tao tonight.

She’d probably love the impromptu sleepover.

“Thanks again-,” you turn back to thank the Yaksha once more.

But you’re alone.

—-

“Jueyn chilis, qingxi flowers, and a boatload of mint and ginger,” you list off to Verr Goldet. “Hey, do you sell incense sticks?”

Verr’s eyes widened, “what happened to you my dear?”

Your hands were still all bandaged up, but as you suspected, it was pretty much all bruising. Still, you’d be sticking to Mingyun Village and Wuwang Hill until you were given the all clear by Baizhu. It was good to let the usual spots grow wild in the meantime.

You didn’t want to overpick any one spot.

“Nasty fall,” you also didn’t want to worry the Innkeeper unnecessarily. “I’m mostly bummed out. I have to go back for most of my anchors.” Stupid abyss mage.

“Well,” Verr Goldet hands you an incense stick, “this one’s on the house. Since you’re always on time. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Are you sure,” you ask, already reaching for your mora bag.

“Listen to your elders and take the incense stick.”

“Thank you.” You bow respectfully to the woman, “this is so kind of you.”

“I know you would show me the same kindness.” She bows back. “Make sure you rest and rest before heading off.”

“Of course,” you grin, “you’re the only place that sells mushroom pizza in Liyue.” You could get honey roast and radish veggie soup at a street vendor in the Harbor but not pizza.

—

With your own mora you purchase healing balm. The Yaksha would appreciate this. You think. It made sense. He probably fought demons and monsters all the time.

He could use this when he got hurt.

You think.

You don’t know much about adepti.

“I think that’s a marvellous idea!” Hu Tao practically dances in delight when you tell her your plan.

“As a thanks,” you further explain. “It doesn’t feel right to just pray at a shrine.” You don’t even know his name.

“Ah,” she twirls in the street, running into a merchant

“Hey! Watch where you’re going weirdo!”

Hu Tao pays him no mind. “Obviously my charm worked.”

“What? No it didn’t,” you frown. The spirits had not been the problem. The abyss mages had nearly killed you.

But your friend is too busy with ideas to pay you any mind, “perhaps you need a noctilucous jade sigil to repel evil spirits?”

“That was an option,” you raise a brow. That seemed more useful.

“Most spirits aren’t bad silly,” she tells you, “very few become demons.”

“Can it at least be Cor Lapis,” you think about the Yaksha’s eyes again. You’d thought about the Yaksha a lot.

“No. That wouldn’t work for the carving. Hey, let’s get a drink before you go!”

—

You sit at the shrine in Mingyun Village. And it really was a village. Just two stores and a few houses. Most of the people here were fishermen, but you knew some lived off the shells and pearls that could be gathered on Yaoguang Shore.

The largest was inscribed to Rex Lapis. There were steles for Moon Carver, Mountain Shaper and the other adepti of legends. And a small one for the Yakshas, but there were no names for them.

You frown.

You set the jar of balm in front of you. Then you light the incense stick, unsure of what the proper prayers for a Yaksha were.

“Oh mighty vigilant Yaksha,” you cringe, closing your eyes, “scratch that. Um,” could adepti even hear your prayers? Could Rex Lapis answer prayers from the heavens? “Thanks again for saving me. Sorry if I got in the way or anything. I’m glad you keep those monsters aways from the Harbor and villages. And thank you for dropping me off in Liyue Harbor. That was incredibly kind of you. This balm is for you.”

There. That didn’t sound half bad.

Maybe you could still be a ritualist.

Change careers last minute.

You hear a snort.

You open your eyes.

In your peripheral, the Yaksha stands facing the shrines. His mask rests on his belt.

You were right, he is handsome.

Teal streaks through his dark hair. There’s a violet mark on his forehead and he’s handsome. His expression is inscrutable though his eyes remain kind despite what his demeanour would suggest.

He sits down next to you, watching the incense stick burn. The smoke wisps off in spirals.

“Thank you.”

“I heard.” His voice is not unkind.

You nod, “all the same.”

You breathe the rich aroma of the incense.

“You should always burn 3 sticks, or 5.”

“Sorry?” He doesn’t seem angry or upset. But you still feel the need to apologise. He was an adepti after all. The Yaksha did so much for Liyue already.

His eyes fall close. The last vestiges of wariness dissipate. “I do not need the balm.”

“Oh.” Your face falls. Stupid. You’d done nothing right. It would have been better to just leave things be.

You watch the smoke, biting your lip. He’d come all this way and you’d done everything wrong. You were embarrassed.

He probably had better things to do.

The Yaksha opens his eyes, turning towards you. He frowns.

He had such lovely eyes: black tea steeped perfectly. There was a warmth in them that had you dismissing all your negative thoughts. He wasn’t irritated with you at all. He’d chosen to come all this way for you even when you had things all wrong.

The Yaksha was strange, but kind.

Even as he held your gaze for an inhumane amount of time, unblinking, you felt comfortable the way you might with Chongyun.

You were right. He was handsome. The stories never mentioned that.

He parts his lips, brows furrowed, before looking away. He fixes his gaze on the steles again.

“Well, is there anything that you might like as thanks,” you finally settle on uttering, looking very pointedly at the bas relief of Morax. Heat rises to your cheeks. It was so silly. This was such a normal thing to do, thank someone and yet you grew flustered.

“Ah?” The Yaksha’s cheeks grow pink. “There is no need-I do not act in exchange for material gain.”

“I just want to thank you. If not for saving me then for taking me to the Harbor.” You bite your lip. “You can think of it as friends exchanging gifts.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

The Yaksha stands suddenly, a swirl of anemo blowing your hair about. “I have duties to attend to.” And he’s gone.

Clearly, you and Hu Tao both failed at making friends.

—

A month passes, and you’ve made every effort to take your mind off the Yaksha. He was an adeptus. Two times you’d met him. That was more than most people ever interacted with adepti.

You weren’t part of the Qixing.

You were a simple botanist running around liyue.

You run your fingers over the new jade amulet from Hu Tao. You’d be okay.

Last time was a freak accident.

In two decades of life, last time had been the sole time you’d seen an abyss mage. Nothing would happen this time. You’d collect the herbs in Jueyun Karst as usual and be on your merry way.

Ascending is made easy by the anchors you left behind. You’re the one who takes baby steps, pausing with every push up to look around in case there’s some hilicurls aiming for you. You close your eyes, leaning your forehead against the rock. It was fine. You were fine.

Your hands had scarred over.

You refused to be afraid of going out in Liyue for the rest of your life.

You push onwards.

You check your safety line. You check each anchor.

You look around.

So far so good.

It’s only when you break past the fog that you realise how uneventful the entire ascension has been. You’re worried sick about nothing.

You pull yourself onto the cliff top and collapse on your back, panting.

You laugh, at yourself, at the situation. At being so high up. You close your eyes and soak in the warmth of the sun, the heat of your body against the cool stone. Had Rex Lapis created this stone forest too? You’d have to ask Baizhu. He knew all the stories since he told them to Qiqi endlessly, not that the little girl ever remembered.

She’s been a child for as long as you could remember.

Lunch is cold jade parcels and leftover fried radish balls which are never as good cold. Nothing fried was ever as good cold.

You pluck the qingxi flowers first, bunching them up in your bag. The violetgrass was easier since you collected those on your way up.

You take another drink of water from your flask, looking over the landscape. Jueyun Karst was so beautiful. You forgot how dangerous the area was.

The plan was to head north and swim across the waters to Qingce Village, swim home. You’d have to camp out on the isles, but it was safer than staying in the stone forest overnight or trying to swim in the frigid night.

You take a nap, waiting for midday to pass before you start your descent.

You pull the last anchor free when a voice startles you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ah,” you weld the anchor like a knife in the air before you recognize the Yaksha’s distinctive purple pants and green tattoo. “Fuck,” you place a hnd on your chest, “you scared me.”

“I did not mean-,” he frowns, “why are you here?”

You point up, “have a job to do. Qingxi, violetgrass. I’m just happy everything else can be cultivated.”

The Yaksha’s frown deepens.

“I have a job to do. It has its risks but medicine must be supplied.”

He nods, but remains sullen.

“Anyways I’m all done here.” You wipe your hands on your robes, “and relax. I waited until I was done healing, see,” you hold up your palms. With coconut oil the scarring would fade.

The Yaksha steps close to you, taking your hands in his and looking them over. He runs a finger over your darkest scar. There were specks of gold in his eyes. The mark on his forehead glowed.

He looked up through long teal lashes at you when he was done accessing your hands.

Your mouth is dry. It’s hard to meet his heavy gaze. It feels like falling all over again.

There’s no way he misses the flush on your cheeks that has nothing to do with climbing and everything to do with the way his touch renders you breathless.

“I will escort you through Jueyun Karst.”

“Oh,” your eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t have to,” you brush your hair behind your ears. No matter what you did climbing made your hair a rat’s nest. “I’m sure your very busy with your adeptus duties.”

“Tt.” He releases your hands. “It is not up for discussion.”

“Vigilant Yaksha,” you have to insist, “I have an amulet to keep the monsters away. And I’ll just be back next week…I don’t want to be a bother. Really. I’ll be okay.”

He tilts his head, “what amulet?”

You lift the necklace up, “it’s from my friend. She knows more about ghosts but I-”

The Yaksha closes the distance between you. He scrutinises the sigil, his breath ghosting over your cheek. “There is a limit to the accumulation of evil spirits and demons an amulet can repel.”

“But it does work?”

He nods.

You can’t stand being this close to him while he is seemingly unaffected. Your heart is lodged in your throat but his expression remains as guarded as ever.

It was silly to even think about an adeptus like this.

A smaller, crazier voice that sounded a lot like Hu Tao points out that half adepti like Ganyu exist for a reason.

You avert your gaze, stepping back. “So you see, you don’t have to-”

He cuts you off. “It is not up for discussion.”

You nod, accepting he would do why he thought was right even if it did make you feel like you were bothering him. (He wasn’t even angry or bothered.)

The Yaksha was kind in his stilted way.

“I’m headed north to Qingce Village.” You pocket the last anchor and drink more water before embarking on the road home.

“Xiao.”

“Hm?”

“My name is Xiao.”

—

You fall into a pattern. Buy 3 incense sticks from Verr Goldet, burn them for the Yakshas. Deliver to Wangshu Inn and Bubu Pharmacy once a week. Collect Herbs from Mingyun Village and Jueyen Karst once a week. See Xiao in Jueyun Karst.

A rough pattern because Xiao came and went without notice. Sometimes he’d be waiting for you at Cuijue Slope until he began to climb up a mountain. At times he wouldn’t appear until you’d finished descending.

You made the lion’s share of conversation, complaining that Chongyun was in Mondstat to deal with some apparition and therefore was getting to eat all the tea pancakes in the world. You told Xiao about flu season and how much ginger Baizhu went through. You complained about having to dilute soap in water to keep pests away from your family’s crops.

“-I’ll need new boots when the caravan from Sumeru stops by,” you take a break on a rock to catch your breath. You’d never seen Xiao tire.

The soles of your boots were worn down. You could feel the rocks poke at your heels through the leather.

You let the silence reign in the picturesque valley.

Xiao doesn’t sit, but he closes his eyes as the sun chases away the clouds. You soaked up the warmth. The sun’s rays made the chilly breeze bearable.

He leans his head back, basking in the sun like a lizard.

You wonder what his animal form looks like. You’d only seen Rex Lapis on the Rite of Descension. But everyone knew Mountain Carver was a magnificent stag.

With his eyes closed, you find yourself staring at his visage shamelessly. He was striking, the graphic cut of his hair only accentuating his bone structure.

You wanted him to hold you again. You wanted him to run his hands over yours, to-

You quash the thoughts down.

Xiao opens his eyes, polearm already in hand as he spots something in the distance. “Wait here.”

You nod, used to this by now.

It was never a long wait, but Xiao would step away for minutes to deal with threats to Liyue.

You are glad to rest for a while longer.

—

“Why don’t you just tell him,” Chongyun splits a milk tea shaved ice with you, “how you feel,” he scoops up a brown sugar boba with his spoonful of shaved ice.

“Are you crazy? What if I make things awkward? Then he’ll never speak to me again! That would be so much worse.” You didn’t want to lose Xiao’s friendship.

You eat another spoonful of shaved ice, making sure to get some of the mochi, managing to look incredibly dejected while eating dessert.

Chongyun sighs. “You can’t complain and not do anything about it.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “I’m not taking advice from someone who can’t even order.”

“So? I’m proactive about it,” his voice cracks. “I ask you, or someone I’m with to order.”

You pat his hand, knowing it wasn’t fair to take your crush out on him. It wasn’t his fault Xiao made you want to kiss him everytime he tilted his head to indicate he was listening to you, or confused. It wasn’t Chongyun’s fault Xiao went still, buff arms flexing right before he took off to fight.

Archons, you were down bad for the Yaksha.

You couldn’t even enjoy your shaved ice.

—

“What’s your adeptal animal form,” you asks Xiao, breaking the serene silence atop Qingyun Peak. “You don’t have to answer that if it’s rude.”

He wouldn’t answer if he didn’t want to either way.

You no longer found it rude when he stayed silent. Xiao meant what he said, and therefore took more time to speak, and didn’t answer at all when he didn’t think his words added to the conversation. The more time you spent with him, the easier you were able to read him.

It wasn’t so much that he was an unfeeling adeptus, but rather he was usually occupied with hunting demons. He falters when he knows you’re joking but cannot understand the joke. His eyes widen when you hand him dried chrysanthemums for protection. It was a peasant superstition, but the idea of Xiao fighting alone weighed you down if you contemplated it for too long.

He sits down next to you, feet dangling over the edge. “A Peng.”

“Huh.” You vaguely recalled a giant bird story, but Adepti were usually giant animals that saved Liyue at some point.

“Similar to this,” Xiao points at his tattoo. The bright colour shines against his pale skin. He never sunburns unlike you.

You study the depiction closely. You brush your fingers against his skin, tracing the lines of the tattoo.

Xiao shivers under your touch, his eyes flutter closed.

“Are there more?”

“Yes.” His voice is distant, in the world of the adepti you couldn never understand. “They do not immerse themselves in mortal affairs.” Xiao turns his gaze towards you, the naked emotion in his eyes draws you in. You cup his cheek with your hand before you think better of it.

He leans into your touch. “Seldomly do they take a mortal appearance.”

“Would you ever show me?” You knew he’d be beautiful. It was Xiao, you’d love him in every shape and form.

He pulls away, jerking away from you.

You let him, drawing back, giving him space.

Xiao clenches his gaze, cor lapis eyes on you. His mouth parts, but he thinks better of it, wavering between thoughts. He finally looks away.

“Xiao? You don’t have to.” You remind him. You think he might disappear like smoke in the air. “Xiao?”

“It is not safe for you.”

“Huh?” You don’t follow. “There’s no hilichurls up here.”

“My karmic debt…I could not forgive myself if I tainted you as well.”

You don’t understand. “I’m always safe with you.”

His shoulders tense, the Yaksha grows taunt as a bow string.

You reach out. “Xiao,” you utter softly, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand, “you would never hurt me.” Your belief in that is absolute. You had more than enough belief for the both of you.

He meets your searching gaze, eyes wide in surprise. There’s a glassy quality to their soft brown shade.

Tears.

You know he’ll leave seconds before Xiao disappears in flashes of green and black.

–

You burn three incense sticks at your makeshift camp. The delivery at Wangshu in had taken longer than you should’ve. Verr Goldet was dealing with a broken door or something to do with a guest, you weren’t sure of the details. There were travellers from Monstadt so your food order had taken an hour. Nothing that was anyone’s fault, but now you had to camp out in Guili Plains. It was too late to try and make it to the Millelith Outpost in Liyue Pass. It was by far your favourite place to purchase artisan presents for Lantern Rite and birthdays, before they got marked up in Liyue Harbor.

So now you’re stuck here until daybreak.

You go back and forth between lighting a fire. It’s warm this far inland, without the ocean breeze or mountain winds, but a fire might attract hilicurls or treasure hoarders.

But if you were lighting incense sticks, you might as well have a hot dinner.

You kneel, praying to Rex Lapis and all the adepti. You pray that Xiao is safe, wherever he is, whatever he’s fighting.

You pray that Xiao is safe from monsters and the weight of his karmic debt.

—

You manage to deliver to Liyue Harbor and gather herbs in Qingxu Pool before heading back through Liyue Pass. Qingxu pool had more violetgrass than qingxu flowers but it was allergy season. Violetgrass was needed.

It wasn’t your favourite place to gather in, but these two herbs were the trickiest to find, loving spots out of the way, clumping in fours at best. You didn’t want to overpick and then lose a harvesting spot.

It’s sunset when you reach the Statue of Morax.

Your new boots were a mistake. You know there’s blisters on your ankles and soles. Breaking in leather sucked.

Your old boots left you with stinging pain whenever you stepped on any rock so there really wasn’t any winning.

Bowing your head at the statue, you say a little prayer to the geo archon. Morax. Rex Lapis. You’d made another successful trek. The god of contracts had built his nation in the most beautiful part of Teyvat. You could only hope to add to Liyue’s prosperity.

It’s hard to get back up, your muscles sore. Exhaustion always hit you in the last moments when rest is at hand. You were so close.

The people of Liyue pass were kind. They were always willing to host you for a night, forming a contract in exchange for something simple and silly like telling children a bedtime story or sweetflowers which were always abundant throughout Liyue. Uncle Liu generally wanted thunder god vine which was something you always carried.

You were happy to know you’d be fed and well rested tonight.

You hear the music, firecrackers going off in the dusk. The entire village was decorated in lanterns and colourful banners. A wedding!

Uncle Liu had many granddaughters of an age with you. Could one of them be getting married?

There would be roasted duck and lots of desserts like tofu pudding with red beans and almonds. Your mouth watered at the idea of fried fish and shrimp balls.

The folk music was carried by the wind.

It made the night take a magical quality to it. With the decorations and sky full of stars, it was a perfect backdrop to a celebration.

You smile, thinking of the silk flowers you could give the happy couple.

You look around. There’s pots of bamboo on the rock wall leading into the village proper.

The people are in reds and yellows, dancing and singing.

You grin, taking in the sight. You loved Liyue, you loved being from here and getting so many moments like this one. It wasn’t just Lantern Rite when the country was at its most beautiful.

You wonder if Xiao would go into Liyue Harbor with you for Lantern Rite. Hu Tao would talk his ear off but your heart fluttered at the idea of spending the festivities with him.

You’re so caught in your thoughts, they featured Xiao so often, that you nearly dismissed the Yaksha standing in the moonlight as a figment of your imagination.

You blink.

Xiao is still there, perched on a rock. It’s dark enough that no one would see him from the village, but his gaze is on the celebration.

You wonder why he doesn’t join in.

The Liu family was incredibly welcoming.

You make your way towards him instead, “Xiao?”

He jolts, standing up at once. “What is the matter?” There’s dried blood on his white shirt and dirt on his pants.

“Nothing,” you laugh lightly, “I’m always glad to see you.”

“Mm.” His gaze returns to the celebration.

You sit down next to him, sighing at the relief of being off your feet.

It’s nice: to listen to music with Xiao. While it’s not as energetic as Xinyan’s songs, there’s a beauty in the traditional wind and wood instruments. They were songs you’d known all your life.

“Are you alright?” You venture to ask. You’d never seen anything draw blood from Xiao.

“Mhm.” He nods. “The fight was long, but I persevered as I must to fulfil my sworn duty.”

You rest a hand on his shoulder, “so I don’t have to go get Baizhu then?” It was half a joke, half sincere worry.

“No.” Xiao shakes his head, “the statue of the Seven is all the healing I require.”

You nod, deciding to lay back against the rock. You were greedy for every minute you could spend with Xiao. Food, a warm bed, you could put those off for a while longer.

There was a tranquillity to just being besides Xiao.

Maybe Chongyun had been right. But the surge of panic that Xiao might vanish from your life kept you from saying anything about your feelings towards him.

Instead you reclined on the rock.

You release the hold on his shoulder, moving your hands to fiddle with the amulets around your neck. They were small fragile things, nothing compared to the adepti amulets Xiao wore.

He looks down at you, his expression tender in the starlight. You never tired of gazing at him, at the cut of his jaw and the light in his honeyed eyes. Unabashedly, you drink him in.

If he could look at you in such a way that had your heart palpitating despite not even touching you, then you could look at Xiao. You loved him.

He’d never so much as made a move to kiss you yet your heart was his. Every beat of your mortal heart belonged to the Vigilant Yaksha.

The music changes as a drumbeat joins the fray.

You close your eyes, stretching out like a cat. It felt nice. It was nice.

There was no pressure to make conversation.

Xiao brushes your hair out of your face. His hand lingers against your jawbone for a moment, too long to be a mistake.

You blink.

His mouth is parted in surprise at his own actions, he hunches in on himself, glancing back down at the party. He hugs his knees to his chest.

“You like music,” you ask.

“I do.”

Softly you offer, “we should go down there. Uncle Liu has always been kind to me and I always love an excuse to dance.”

Your words hang in the air.

You sit up, wrapping an arm around Xiao’s back lightly, unsure if he’d be okay with the action. You’re prepared for him to pull away immediately.

Instead, he replies, “I cannot endanger them for my own enjoyment.”

Your heart aches for him.

“I can listen from here.”

You squeeze his shoulders, “this is a great view,” you reply earnestly. There was no place else you’d rather be.

“I agree.” Xiao meets your gaze, brows drawn in thought.

He was so close you could see each individual eyelash of his. They were teal. Almost dark enough to be black at first glance.

You smile tenderly.

“I-,” he frowns at himself.

“What is it?”

Xiao cups your cheek with his hand. It’s the closest you’ve been since he saved your life and carried you to safety.

You swallow thickly, realising the love you felt for the man was mirrored in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you,” he asks in a hush whisper.

You don’t trust your voice. You nod, still not believing this was real, this was truly happening. Though you’d daydreamed that Xiao reciprocated your feelings, it had been more fantasy than a reality. You never believed it was possible.

But it was real.

The press of his lips against yours, Xiao’s breath warm on your skin, his thumb rubs your cheek. It was real. He kissed you with a softness you’d come to expect from the Yaksha.

He was a warrior; he moved through the world like a gentle breeze. His love for Liyue went further than a simple contract made long ago.

Xiao loved you.

Xiao kisses you softly and the moment is far too short.

He pulls back, tilting his head. Red dusts his cheeks, “I cannot say when I grew fond of you, but I have.” He lets out a sigh. “I wish to kiss you again?”

“I would very much like that,” you reply giddily, “I look forward to seeing you each week, and feel guilty when I don’t pass through Jueyun Karst.” You had to be mindful of how much you collected from any one spot.

“I would prefer that you did not go to Jueyun Karst,” Xiao admits, “but I selfishly enjoy your foolish ventures into Jueyun Karst.”

You laugh, full of love. You laugh knowing you are loved by the one you love.

You lean into him, kissing his cheek, “thank you for spending time with me.” You treasured every moment with him.

He nods, incredibly flustered.

So you kiss him again, granting his wish yourself.

His lips were slightly chapped. You hardly cared. He kisses you back clumsily. His hold on your cheek tightens, checking that you were solid, that you were kissing him.

You forget all about food and how tired you are. Your thoughts are full of Xiao.

Xiao caresses your cheek as you catch your breath.

You feel his heartbeat race from your hand on his back.

“Would you like to dance,” his voice was small.

You nod, beaming from delight. He liked you. He’d kissed you. Now he was asking to dance with you. Xiao, your Xiao.

“Yes.” Anywhere with Xiao was perfect.

[jinkicake]

😒😒😒yeah scaramouche has breached the top 10 like I can’t keep seeing these edits and tan art of him in so much anguish and then looking hot saying shit like “ that’s okay, because I’ll make you dumber and dumber until the only thing you can scream is my name” HELLO??? This is a targeted attack on ME personally bc all the hot cosplayers are doing scaramouche thirst traps 😭and my poor heart can’t take being torn in two directions 😔 like on one hand he’s so emotionally stunted and mean that my absolute lack of being serious in any situation would catch him off guard. Like yeah your yelling and ranting about how the other harbingers are stupid but if I kiss you until you can’t breathe and say you look hot what then🤨🎤like he can try and be all yandere but once again I’m gon be into it idk what to tell him! Like I’m mean right back to and I’ll alphabetically list out his mommy issues while not even looking up from what I’m doing🙄he’s also feels like the type to silently but súper loudly beg for attention all day “I can’t believe how cold this bed feels right now👀👀👀👀” like the type to grab your hand and drag you places bc he wants to hold your hand but he can’t let anyone see that he needs human affection 💀 I am all here for spoiled brat scara era like you can’t convince me that he wouldn’t in ei’s room like right after snatching up the gnosis ( nothing but respect for MY electro archon🥰) and fuck you on whatever throne she has in there, in every surface possible bet if he had planned this before hand he would have found a way to do it on the ceiling too. Oh and he’s making sure everyone hears it, it’s usually raining and thundering? Yeah it’s dead quiet everyone is nervous they did something to piss the shogun off bc only the wind in the trees is what they can hear. Rip to whoever lives near that tho bc they hear nothing but the most desperate melodic screams coming from there and skin hitting skin like Rest In Peace fr bc for the next 12 hours that’s their life. Ruler of eternity bc that’s how long he’s gunna fuck you😔😔 there is definitely no mistake of what’s happening when they just hear screams of his name. Like he’s such a petty “ lmao if your a clown I’m the ringmaster” type bitch he wouldn’t care she can hear that shit from inside of her shogun puppet. If your lucky the gods might even bestow a vision in you for enduring that💕 who knows could be an electro one💀 as an “im so sorry you can’t walk anymore” but honestly I would let him, he and Venti are in the same spectrum but he’s the opposite he can “heh pathetic” his way into someone’s pants like childe but less straightforward post redemption arc he’s still the same but he’s traveling around teyvat for the perfect places to fuck you in☺️ like oh this little hidden cave in Liyue looks fine Lmao bc Xiao shows up ready to join in but he talks about it like he’s touring houses “ I think this cave would make your voice bounce off the walls nicely” SHUT UP!!!

not top ten.... come on,,,, we are better than this.... I KNOW WE ARE.

... i deeply enjoy the scara angsty fanart tho,,,, like i cried during that one specific cutscene of the archon quest and after that all of his angst just hit ten times better kekeke

OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT. him being emotionally stunted and mean MAKES him more appealing?! im sorry that i enjoy a yandere psycho! but youre so right like his desperation for any affection really does dent my yandere!scara agenda bc at the end of the day he will do everything to please you and make you happy bc he never wants you to leave him HAHAHAH like you touch him without warning him and he'll literally turn red in the face and explode,,,, SEE HE IS SO DIFFICULT like i can never pick between cute scara or psycho scara T T

omg this headcannon of archon!scara i- every time you fuck him there would be dangerous thunderstorms LOLLLLLL it's like everyone in inazuma is rolling their eyes and cursing him whenever lightening strikes and thunder claps throughout the air hehehe

0h- i feel like if you got a vision after fucking scara he would pin it to you like a badge of honor.... that would be a physical reminder proving exactly what you are to him.... his toy... his heart... idk- i truly cant decide between making him sappy or mean-

if im fucking scara in a cave and xiao shows up.... that little puppet is getting tossed aside like im kicking his ass out and fucking xiao instead like- THAT is the ONLY option

[pookiesatoru]

contains : afab!reader x xiao (little meow meow), strangers to lovers <3 pussy drunk xiao, fat cock supremacy me thinks! touch starved xiao too :( praise, he's just babie boy <3

word count : 1.2k (HELP this was meant to be a couple hundred words only djhfdk)

this is my first time writing for genshin oh my god, i'm nervous ghjgd but the genshin brainrot has been fucking real since i started playing and and and i just want xiao so bad 😔 in more ways than one 😔anyways. here is this brainrot, i'm gonna go take a cold fucking shower now– this is proofread but i'm really dumb right now so just ignore mistakes if there any, thank you! <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

just imagine being able to get past xiao's wall. he's built it up for so many years, refusing to have any or at least have very minimal contact with humans, but finds himself coming back to have that almond tofu your store sells at least once a week, finding the taste to be much better than his– more homemade than his attempts. it fills him with comfort, makes him relax with every bite, warms his heart up. one day he finds the courage to ask how you make it so homey, and your answer almost makes him blush.

"oh, i just make it with a lot of love!" you replied to a stunned xiao. love... it seemed foreign, it was foreign. he walks out that day while mumbling something about the answer being "too human" for him. but he can't help but come back the next week, finding himself wanting to talk to you more, to understand what you meant by making food with this so called love. he starts coming in more often a couple of months later. you intrigue him. it's strange, he's never been this infatuated with a human before... it's very, very strange. you're like a ray of sunshine in his darkened world, every day without you feeling tiring, lonesome – and every time he sees you, your smile warms his heart, even more than the almond tofu you make for him.

"do you... actually make the tofu with a lot of love...? every time? mine never tastes like yours." he asks, taking a seat beside you on the blanket laid out under the stars. you two would often meet like this late in the night, talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

"perhaps." you visibly hold back a laugh. he seems so clueless, reminding you of a small lost puppy. "it's actually my great grandma's recipe. she always had a way with cooking... it's been passed down from her. but the secret is–" you look at him before lowering your voice to a whisper and leaned in close to his ear. "the secret to making it taste so good isn't how good her recipe is, it's actually just having very fresh tofu, xiao."

"tsk." he grumbles something under his breath that you don't really pick up on, but you don't miss the way his cheeks heat up, probably because of how close you were to him. "that's a dumb secret. didn't need to whisper it like that." he adds, looking off into the distance. you've broken his barriers down enough to know he didn't mean it was actually stupid. it was just his little way of getting his point across, more often in snarky remarks. it was cute. xiao wasn't used to things like that – it had been far too long since he had felt anyones touch, let alone have a human be mere centimetres away from his face.

it wasn't until he came back from a quest, stumbling into your store after closing hours, clothes stained with blood and face bruised, that he let you lay your hands on him. gently, you seated him down on a stool, rushing around to gather bandages and water, slowly peeling off his clothes to get to the cuts underneath. he hisses through his teeth every time the cloth hit a sensitive cut, and you muttered back a little 'sorry' every time, eyebrows furrowed as you worked on cleaning his wounds. even though he hadn't been touched like that before, and was half naked with someone as pretty as you in front of him. strangely he wasn't tense. his body was rather relaxed, shoulders slumped down and jaw unclenched as you put the final bandage around his torso. he kissed you for the first time that night, whimpering into your mouth as he held the back of your neck with a single hand, only pulling back when the both of you needed air. he carried a smile on his face. "thank you." he whispered.

a very touched starved xiao was now a xiao that craved that kind of intimacy. coming to visit you every night after you finished for the night, letting his arms wrap around your waist and nuzzling his face into your back as you did your work.

xiao was always blushing whenever you initiated something new. from hand holding to hugging, to making out a little sloppier than usual, heavy petting, he was always a flustered mess. even more so when his cock sunk into your pussy. his head felt dizzy, you felt so good. is this what it felt like every time? he might get addicted, he thinks.

and addicted he was. pussy drunk. wanting to do everything to make you feel good. he wanted to take care of you, that's what he was used to doing for humans and it wouldn't be any different with you. tongue pressing against your clit, giving it the smallest kitten licks just to see your hole clench around nothing. "so pretty, all mine." he whispers, kissing your upper thighs as his face heats up when your hips try to chase his mouth. he lets his strength push your hips down into the bed, fingers on his other hand coming to spread your folds apart, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your seeping hole all the way to your clit, humming as he tastes your sweetness on his tongue. that's all it takes for him to go dumb, even dumber than before. he eats you out with ease, humming and smiling into your cunt as you writhe above him, tugging at his hair.

"love you s'much." he whispers against your lips, fat cock resting against your clit as his mouth presses against yours. you're barely given any time to respond, cut off by his lips and the feeling of his fat cockhead bullying its way into your cunt. "so pretty 'n fuck– t-tight... 's for me, yeah?"

"yours... all yo-yours, xiao..." his name leaves your lips in a broken moan, hot breath hitting his face as he rests his forehead against yours, fighting back the urge to bully his cock all the way into your since you felt so good around him. "i love you, so much."

he simply groans, getting lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him as he finally bottoms out. your words bounce around in his head as he finally drags his hips out, just leaving his tip in before pushing back into you a little too soon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. not when he fills you up so nicely. stuffing you to the brim with his fat cock and reducing you to a mess.

"haa– love this c-cunt, love you. shit– 'm love you s'much baby." the most talkative he'd be is when he'd be getting drunk on your pussy. word after word spilling from his mouth without any filters. with his brutal pace and the way his curved cock would hit the spot that has you seeing stars almost every thrust, you cum quickly. but he wouldn't stop. he'd be too far gone. "one more, okay? i know you can gimme one more." he whispers, kissing you as his cock drags against your walls again and again, skin slapping so loudly in the room. he's so drunk on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him that xiao doesn't care how overstimulated you are (or even how overstimulated his own cock is), he'd let his cock slam into you over and over till he's tired <3

[taromolktea]

You said nsfw is fine and that long hair Xiao...

I want to just clutch onto his hair while he eats me out and pull on it. He'd be growling from not wanting to remove his mouth from me and I'm just drooling over how pretty he'd be. His mouth covered in slick while his eyes are glowing Amber with lust. Especially when this is done in the dark where it's absolutely visible along with his glowing tattoos.. XIAO PLS TAKE ME!!

Yes it's short but I cannot say anymore unless I want to make a whole mini fic in an ask

late night thirsting for me huehuehue hair pulling has a special place in my pussy lmao heart and spice in the dark do be that good good spice imo honestly the fact that there aren’t nsfw fics for Xiao on tbjs blog atm is kind of astounding BDHSJDFKDHSJDF

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Getting tagteamed by Xiao and beta/red!Xiao. Mmmhhh. They make it a lowkey competition who can make you cum the most/hardest

Hell yes

OG Xiaos movements are more slow, meaningful, worshiping your skin with every movement he makes on it. He's taking his time and littering kisses on your skin, nipping at it sometimes, making your mind swirl on pleasure and need while his hands move to your front.

Red!Xiao is behind you humming and enjoying himself, grabbing at your chest, stomach, thighs- everywhere. He's interrupting Xiaos hands with his own, rougher and greedy, hands. He's practically singing as he grinds against your ass, pushing your hips into OG Xiaos, quickening the pace faster than he likes.

By the end of it, OG Xiaos mouth is between your legs, lapping at your head/clit before engulfing it, with Red Xiao is taking you from behind, thrusting your hips further into his counterparts mouth- and you're crying from overstimulation as they keep going and going with no end in sight, calling out their names with pleasure clouding your voice, with another orgasm is pulled from you once again.

[sarah-yyy]

How do i stop being in love with xiao zhan? Hes ruining my life.

when you find out please help a sister out because i want to know too

in the meantime……….

if we’re all gonna suffer

then we should do it thirst hour style

真的不用感谢我

you’re all welcome

[externally-buzzing]

in case adam's still wondering from the dead what blake sees in yang

[primofate]

How they fall in love [All Genshin male characters]

Notes: Felt the need to write something deeper. I’m aware my style is usually a very simple style that is easy to read, kind of straight to the point. Possibly because it takes a longer time for me to write something more...soft and profound? Hopefully. Aha. Inspired by @ahtsumu’s work.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: not proofread

Aether

Aether falls in love like the seasons passing by. A journey by himself in winter. Alone and withering in the cold. Faltering steps in deep snow. He pushes on by himself, lost, until you reach your hand out towards him and just like that, it gives way to spring. He watches in wonder as flowers bloom all around him. There’s life in everything he sets his eyes on, and most importantly, there’s life in the smiles that you give him, in the warmth that your hand offers. He bides his time in spring. Bides his time enjoying the colour you’ve brought to his life and pretty soon, summer arrives. It’s hot and it’s dizzying but he loves it. He loves the excitement, the heat that encompasses him when you’re nearby. The way that you are the sun that revitalizes him through it all. And then, autumn comes. With every leaf that falls he falls even harder for you. All the autumn leaves in the world, could not possibly measure to the weight of his love. He sheds his insecurities like the trees shed leaves, and finally, he utters “I love you,” gifting him another cycle, starting with a warm winter. 

Albedo

Albedo falls in love like a discovery under a microscope. What is that? He asks himself. An unclear yet exhilarating picture. A subject full of possibilities, revelations and developments. Endless hours that pass by just to understand, just to study, just to get to know this novelty. Strange. He’s never seen anything like it before and as the days pass he notices his fascination doesn’t falter. Instead, it grows. It grows, as he listens to your queries about life. It grows, as he watches you go about everything with a passion in your eyes. And, as he adjusts his lens, the picture is suddenly all too clear. It’s you, untainted and magnificent under his watchful eye. You, who pulls on his curiosity and makes him want to understand every piece and layer. And this, he decides, is what he would call, love.

Bennett

Bennett falls in love like the new carnival in town. The lights! The colours! The excitement! The unwavering crowd even as the night descends. He spins around in place, unsure where to start, unsure what to try first. Everything is thrilling and yet there are certain things his adventurous soul may not be brave enough to try. The rides: requiring courage, the endless drops, the seemingly large loops. And yet at each turn there’s you who never left. Who said “I’m right here,” and “You’ve got this!” even as he wants to turn tail and lose his position in the line. At the highest point of no return, the drop is right before his eyes and yet he sees you, who loves life just as he does and the ride down is like flying in the air. It isn’t an uncontrollable mess, isn’t a nauseating infinite loop. The view is beautiful and everything that comes after is fleeting and fast. It makes his stomach drop in all the right moments, all the right scenarios. And then, with your hand in his, he’s always ready to go again. 

Chongyun

Chongyun falls in love like a flower waiting to bloom. When is the right time? You wake up one morning and see that the bud is about to bloom. It’s tiny and unassuming, curled upon itself, like a cradle hanging on a stem. Days and weeks pass and yet, it doesn’t move. It is still but a tiny little bud, perhaps a small flap peeking out, but nothing more. It’s not that he doesn’t want to reach out, not that he doesn’t want to open up, but he’s cautious and shy. Every day you’re gentle in coaxing him out, showering him with love that quenches his thirst. Little by little he grows, draws closer to your splendour, your touch. Until, the petals spill forth, a dazzling blue reaching out. Whether or not it’s the right moment, he’s taking a step to try. Bravely yet slowly opening up his loving heart just as you did for him. 

Dainsleif

Dainsleif falls in love like a river that leads to a waterfall. For the longest time, it had been peaceful. He has sailed through time and worlds, floated through life undisturbed. A silent observer, just the quiet waters weaving through pebbles and rocks, the sound of water stilling his heart. When you came along, the current intensified. Now, he floats by with the risk of hurting himself on the rocks, on the jagged edges, on the possibility that he might love and be left behind. Then, all of a sudden, at the end of the river is a long drop down. The rush of water falling down to the lake below, mist spraying everywhere. He resists against the current, tries his best to turn around, refuses to fall but, with all the kindness in the world, you help set him free. With you, he doesn’t mind falling. He doesn’t mind the risk of pain from the free fall down as long as you met him at the bottom with arms wide open. 

Diluc (re-post)

Diluc falls in love like a treasure chest lying in wait. How long has he been waiting for someone that could open him up and understand what lies inside? Sitting there somewhere hidden, atop a cold mountain that no one dared to climb. And suddenly there was you, who had found him. But he knows you’ll leave. He knows you’ll leave just like everyone else who had passed him by. They couldn’t find the key. Couldn’t find the right fit. But time and time again you appear, in fleeting greetings, in simple hellos. Time and time again, you become more persistent in “How are you today?” and “I can help out around here,” Until, one day, a brief touch of his shoulder, a quick “You work really hard, you know that?” and the chest opens. Persistence and loyalty has given you the key. Inside him there are so many complex treasures, he gives you everything. He pours out years and years of treasures untouched in giving back what you had given him and in time, he gives you back the persistence and loyalty that he receives. In simple be carefuls, in fleeting touches. In quick embraces, in soft gazes. In a love that he only gives to you. 

Gorou

Gorou falls in love like the night after a hard day’s work. Everyone looks to him for advice. The weight he carries on his shoulders are immense, but he never seeks the help he needs. He needs to be reliable, needs to be put together. But alone at night he collapses in bed and has nothing to hide. His fatigued form, drooping ears and heavy eyelids. But with you, he lets himself fall. Lets himself collapse into the comfort of arms that he knows won’t judge him. Lets himself sink into a well-deserved love, a relaxed state he can only reach at home. And though his body is heavy, his love for you, who has always been his rock, his foundation, is heavier than the world of dreams and waking reality combined. 

Itto

Itto falls in love like the encore stage of a concert. It isn’t a secret. He shouts it out, like the crowd shouts for a second round. He keeps coming back for more, keeps chasing for more, keeps your love held tightly into his chest and displays a never ending amount of affection. Everyone listens and sees the way his eyes shine, his mouth curves and his voice calls out just to see you turn and smile at him. Again and again. Over and over. He would relive it a thousand times. Drunk on an encore of your love, drunk at how you stand on his centre stage, drunk on the fact that it is his hand you decided to hold, and it is him that you dedicate your undying love song to. 

Kaeya 

Kaeya falls in love like a kaleidescope. The bewitching colours. The distracting shapes and patterns. There are so many of him to take and yet so little of him you understand. He’s almost impossible to decipher but you can’t turn away. Can’t keep your eyes off him. He takes every twist and turn with you, enjoys it as much as he can, enjoys that you can’t look away from him. He gives you every brilliant angle and there is nothing subtle about the way he tries his best to catch your attention. Nothing subtle about the way he wants to be the only one that you look at. Nothing subtle about the way he wants to turn your face towards him and mutter, “I’m right here, love,” and finally, nothing subtle about his face, bursting into different emotions as you mirror his feelings. 

Kazuha

Kazuha falls in love like the sunrise. The moment you tiptoe into his life offering words of comfort and admiration, he knew that he wanted you to stay. The way that the beginnings of a sunrise paints the world in a golden glow, is the way that your presence makes him shine. He is almost a new man under your glow, almost a man who could do anything just to see the brilliance of your face under the sun that he so loved on his skin, slowly ascending upon the sky. You are a radiant figure amongst the clouds, yet it doesn’t blind him as it would an afternoon sun. He realizes his love for you at the same pace as the sun rises. Slowly, but surely. 

Razor

Razor falls in love like sudden rainfall on a sunny day. He doesn’t understand why it happens but oh, the relief it brings on a blistering day is more than welcome. It’s all so unexpected, his warm skin kissed by the pitter patter of rain. He isn’t sure whether to find shelter or to dance in it, until you point at a beautiful rainbow across the sky. The sun, the rain, the rainbow, your smile, a dazzling display that he believes he can only ever see once in his life. You take him by the hand and swing him around in the rain, laughter drowned out by the splash in puddles of water. He lets himself look up at the showering sky, lets himself feel happy at the unexpected feeling. There are so many things happening at once and yet, he only focuses on you.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche falls in love like an earthquake. Like an ugly crack on the surface of the Earth. A feeling that starts as a rumble, a slight sway. He ignores it perfectly, confidently knowing that nothing will knock him off of his two feet. However with every subtle touch, every secret smile, every glance that you share, the ground shakes. Still he holds strong. He keeps himself grounded, balances on his two feet, but it keeps on happening. Soon, he starts to sway with the ground, grits his teeth as he nearly falls on his knees...but who is he to fight it? Who is he to say no to your offer “Do you want to watch the stars with me tonight?” that splits the ground in two and shakes his world? He lets it happen and even though the ground is angry, even though his world is crumbling to make space for yours, he lets it happen. 

Tartaglia

Tartaglia falls in love like the moon hiding beneath the clouds. It’s a mystery why the moon looks as if it’s smiling. A mystery why, even in the darkness of the night, the moon thrives. It conceals itself behind clouds, as if burying itself in its secrets, camouflaging with the rest of the world. A normal yet not so normal man, who meets a normal yet far from ordinary love. When he meets you, he wants the clouds to part. Wants to show his true colours, wants to tell you every little thing about him, about what he is when the sun sets, about what he is when the moon is up in the sky. When you somehow end up in his embrace, the clouds part, and the moon that shines above the two of you seems to smile down, ready to tell you all of its secrets, if you would have him.

Thoma

Thoma falls in love like the sunlight that filters through tree leaves. It’s gentle and soothing. Under the tree as he closes his eyes, gentle spots and streaks of white painting the black canvas of darkness in his world. It’s almost as if you touch his face, fingers lightly running down his cheek and his jaw, but when he opens his eyes, it’s just his imagination. Still, the sunlight that touches parts of his face, reminds him oh so dearly of you. Of your compassion and your affection. Just like the sunlight peeking through, he peeks at your heart, ever so slowly so as not to force you into sudden decisions. To give you time to think about what you really want. He’s the love that doesn’t push, the love that is full of giving, the love that stretches on to forever. 

Venti

Venti falls in love like sudden daydreams in the afternoon. His day to day schedule is a mystery, a bard who has seen countless dreams of countless different people. Somehow, in moments where you converse with him, he’s lost in a trance, a faraway world where he wishes it was just you and him, in a palace that he has built with his own two hands. He would play you a song, specially for you and would laugh with you to no end but then, as you stand up to leave for the day, his daydreams shatter and he is merely sitting in an ordinary room. Once again, he would like to go back into that fantasy world, once again, he would like to take you with him. 

Xiao

Xiao falls in love like a secret shared with a stranger. He doesn’t want anyone to know. Doesn’t want anyone to see how his exterior breaks when you ask him “How are you?” or when you simply say a beaming “Good evening,” no matter how hard your day had been. Two opposites who had no chance of meeting in the middle, Xiao knows that every fiber in his being wants to reject your love and yet...he wishes to tell someone about you. Wishes to share that you are pure and he, undeserving. He doesn’t want anyone to know, yet at the same time, wants to whisper to someone of how his heart stutters at the mere sight of you. 

Xingqiu

Xingqiu falls in love like the pages of a worn-out book. He knows this story well and yet he reads it again, from front to back. Again, until he has memorized each word and committed it to memory. Again, until he could tell the story with his eyes closed. It is the same way that he wants to know how your hand would feel in his. How your embrace would warm his heart. It didn’t matter how old or how worn-out your love story is, he would read it all over again if given the chance. Would write and experience it again, beyond lifetimes. The clipped paper edges of the old book empower him. It’s familiar and he has loved it dearly since he first read it, just like when he first met you. His desire to get lost in your pages is strong, and he promises to keep up with every plot in your story. 

Zhongli

Zhongli falls in love like a clock that has stopped working. An Archon that has traversed into the depths of centuries, has seen loss and has taken time as a friend in his long life. However, as you spend the afternoons with him along with an offer of tea and biscuits, he wants to be frozen in the moment. When you leave, he desires the hands to stop ticking, has the urge to manipulate the hands of time, turn it back whenever he pleases. There are times, where he wants time to move forward, to glimpse into the future that the two of you might share. Each moment he sees you, he knows it’s love when he hopes that time would fracture and transport him back into those sweet moments with you. Knows that its love, when, the sight of you makes him wish that he was a human, just as you are. A world where his clock, could be the same as yours.

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[flokali]

is it xiao thirst hour? if so i would like to present to you… ahem

desperate jealous xiao that really wants to tell you he wants to please you after he heard you and zhongli

but he just can’t :((

like how does he tell you he wants you to use him as a fuck toy all night long

NS/FT

Warnings: Yandere, m-asturbation, voyeurism, sub! Zhongli & sub! Xiao, dom! reader, mentions/allusions to bottom reader [it can be read as reader topping too, it’s not explicitly stated], top zhongli/xiao, cult/religious mentions, penetration, etc.

This ask… Xiao getting jealous and wanting nothing more than to be pounded into oblivion? Yes.

Rest of the ask is under the read more!

He gets so mad and horny!

You three were lodging at Wangshu Inn, probably resting between the journey from Mondstatd to Liyue, when he first heard the lewd sounds coming from Morax’s room. It was late at night and at first he hoped it was someone else but then hears your pretty voice moaning Zhongli’s name and he immediately breaks.

Xiao is suddenly hyper-aware of everything, every cream of the bed, every slight rustling of clothes and sheets, it’s all so loud and invasive. He can’t help himself from pressing his ear into the wall and hearing the way you two become one, it sounds so lewd and messy — he wondered if maybe you were exaggerating your moans (he hopes so).

He can practically envision the way you looked naked and sweaty, you’d look so pretty all fucked out, mouth wide open in a silent scream, you’d sound so pretty groaning his name, using him for your pleasure instead, fuck… he’s hard.

His hand is stroking his dick before he knows it and he doesn’t know if hates the fact he can hear the way you moan because of Zhongli or that it’s making his cock twitch in his hands.

It should be him, he’s the one you should be fucking into oblivion, he’s the one who’s supposed to be balls deep inside of you or the one you should be inside of (he didn’t care, he just wanted you), he’s the one you’re supposed to be fucking into the matress, the one who’d make you cum. Xiao deserves it, he wants it, he needs it.

He’s humping his hand, his hips are practically violating the air as they spasm around while he imagines it’s you he’s pounding into, Xiao ends up cumming all over his chest before he knows it. It’s so much and so fucking thick; it’s been wasted because it should be in your body, in your hands, in your chest, not wasted on him and his bed; he wants to cry.

He’s so frustrated and you don’t even know it! Too busy fucking that old man to notice how Xiao has been fucking himself dumb over the sounds of you and Zhongli going at it. He cums like crazy, his cock ends up red and irritated from the constant stimulation but it just keeps getting harder the more he thinks of you.

By the time he’s done, he’s so drunk on the thought of you naked, on top of him and riding him into Celestia he almost wants to barge into the room where you are and ask you to use him like a cheap toy. Fuck, he’d be okay if you rode him right now — screw the fact his balls had been practically run dry.

Don’t tell him you heard him and his moans of your name, don’t even let it slip that you could hear him moaning like a bitch in heat even as Zhongli practically screamed in your ears from the pleasure; not until you invite him over to your room late next night asking if he wants to recreate what he’d been jerking off to.

Don’t worry, he’ll say yes even if he’s embarrassed.

[xiaosweetheart]

hi!! would you be okay with me sending a xiao thirst drabble? the general gist of it is that he brings you medicine and you ask him to feed it to you as a way to tease him and then check whether you’ve swallowed, he then uses that as an excuse to finger fuck your mouth - 🕸

character: xiao 💖

genre: super suggestive but no Real smut

summary: you're "sick" but refuse to take the medicine xiao went out and got for you </3 so he comes up w another way to make you take it.

warnings: gn reader; spit, drool; hand/finger kink, reader gets their mouth finger fucked <3; light choking; xiao is ooc asf at the end i think ?????? but that's ok bc it's for a scrumptious reason

a/n: i uh. i changed up ur ask just a leetol i hope that's ok <3 // (i've had this in my drafts since like. late dec ??? early jan 💀)

for the past thirty-six hours you'd felt achey and fatigued, coupled with a low-mid grade fever and mild headache. "it's not even that bad," you'd tried to tell xiao, but noooo, he refused to listen. after pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, he had immediately declared you ill (thank you, mr. "i'm out of touch with mortals" for your medical diagnosis), and insisted you got some rest.

so now here you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for xiao to come back with whatever .......... medicine that he went out to get. you really did feel fine for the most part though! honestly!! you weren't so fatigued that you couldn't preform basic tasks or chores; and your headache was really only bad if you tried to push yourself, which xiao absolutely would not allow, so all things considered, you really weren't even sick !!!

but xiao was too stubborn to listen to any sort of reasoning or "i'm fine's" (damn those aries men) and was persistent about going out to get you some sort of medicine.

what you didn't expect was for xiao to get back as quick as he did.

standing up from where you sat, taking a moment to let the dizzy spell subside, you gave xiao a questioning look. for someone who doesn't know much of anything about mortals, that sure was a swift trip.

"i– i — i asked mor— zhongli for help," he muttered, looking down at the floor, refusing to meet your gaze. "and he told me to go to bubu pharmacy."

the fact that xiao had asked for help for your sake had your heart absolutely melting as you slowly walked over to him to close the distance between the two of you.

"oh, xiao," you sighed, taking his hands into your own. "you really are a sweetheart, y'know that? even if you don't think so."

xiao felt his heart rate pick up as his face suddenly felt all hot. the look in your eyes was so sincere, and just he couldn't take it.

"tch, it really isn't that big of a deal." but it was that big of a deal. not that xiao realized that, anyway (or maybe he did and was just trying to avoid the embarrassment).

opting to ignore his comment, your hands moved from his to cup his face instead, planting a kiss on the little purple diamond on his forehead.

chuckling at the way the tips of his ears turned bright red, which only complimented the rosy blush on his cheeks, you stepped back only slightly whenever you saw him reaching into his pocket.

"'s that?" you asked when he pulled out a small tin.

"your medicine," he replied curtly, handing the tin over to you.

"oh-ho-ho! mr. medicine man! look at you go, baby~" you cooed teasingly, opening up the tin to inspect its contents. inside lay no more than a handful of pills, presumably made of crushed qingxin flowers.

"dr. baizhu said to take one in the morning, and one at night," xiao explained as you carefully examined the pills.

"thank you for all your concern, my guardian yaksha, but i can promise you i'm not anywhere near this sick," you said, closing the tin and handing it back to the adeptus — only, he didn't take it from you. instead, he stood with his arms crossed with a serious expression set on his pretty features.

"xiao—"

and it was at that exact moment an almost devious idea came to xiao's mind. gods, you were such an awful influence on him.

holding out his palm expectantly, a brief look of confusion passed over your face at xiao's sudden (uncharacteristic) agreeance, but you tentatively placed the tin in his hand anyway.

"open your mouth," he commanded softly, taking a pill from the tin. oh, so you just didn't have a choice. okay.

you hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked, even going as far as to stick out your tongue, which made xiao bite back a smirk at your blind obedience.

"pretty and obedient," he mused to himself quietly (though it didn't go unheard by you). "but not smart enough to take their damn medicine," he jeered, taking your jaw in one hand and placing the pill on your tongue with the other.

closing your mouth to swallow it, xiao's grip on your jaw tightened, forcing your mouth back open.

"ah-ah, don't you need something to wash it down with?" he asked, a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

pardon?

and before you could even think about asking him what he meant by that, xiao had already spit in your mouth and was telling you to swallow.

"good, good. now open your mouth again so i can make sure you really swallowed."

was. was this really your xiao? what had gotten into him ??? he never takes the initiative like this. had he been attacked by something on the way to the pharmacy? or replaced by a whopperflower like albedo was a few months ago?

"i said: open your mouth," xiao reiterated when you just stood there staring at him wide-eyed and in mild disbelief.

both his actions and words had your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you opened your mouth once again for him to "inspect" it.

his fingers pressed down your tongue and his free hand wrapped around your neck as he leaned in far closer than necessary just so he could look and poke around in your mouth.

grabbing at his wrist, you had tried to say his name, to complain about how humiliating this was, but all that resulted in was xiao jamming his fingers down your throat and the hand around your neck tightening its grip.

gagging around his digits, drool began to pool in your mouth, which almost made xiao laugh when it began to dribble down your chin!

"silly mortal, drooling all over itself," he mocked. "this wouldn't be happening if you had just taken your medicine, you know. after all the trouble i went through to get it, and you still refused. you're so clearly sick — i can feel the heat radiating off your face, a sure sign of a fever — and yet, you still insist that you're fine."

xiao's words only added to your burning embarrassment and you could feel the seat of your panties quickly beginning to grow damp.

closing your mouth around his fingers in a poor attempt to regain the upperhand, you choked out a gasp when he tightened his grip around your neck — a warning. he wants to see you drool all over yourself.

"look at you, such a mess. you look so dazed and lightheaded. what about any of that makes you think you're fine, hm? you mortals are so strange. but, if you insist that you truly aren't sick, then i suppose my job here is done."

and just like that, with no other warning, xiao had vanished into thin air; leaving you a horny, drooling mess. that bastard !! surely he knew what the fuck he was doing !!!! he'd better get his ass back here soon before you were sick of him.

masterlist.

[sugarcause]

💜 Lovely Men 💜

— my most precious loves are those i keep secret [NSFW] 🔞 - Smut ✉ - Request 💖 - Fluff 💔 - Angst 🌸 - Headcannons [i'll specify if ever they're hcs, hurt/comfort, and the like <33]

💌 Valentines Day - genshin characters as latin love phrases

《 albedo 》 [NSFW] Twin Telepathy - fucking albedo in front of subject two [NSFW] ✉ Feel The Vibes - teasing albedo with a vibrator Hurt/C ✉ There For You - zhongli, albedo, childe comforting injured reader [NSFW] ✉ Teach Me - study session with college tutor albedo 🌸 ✉ Cold Calm - cuddling with albedo [NSFW] ✉ Experimentation - corrupting albedo

《 xiao 》 [NSFW] The Corruption - turning xiao into your pillow biting whore [NSFW] ✉ All At Once - fucking xiao in front of the yakshas 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif) [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) 🌸 ✉ Of Course - proposing to xiao [NSFW] ✉ Not What It Seems - sub!tops xiao, childe, scaramouche [NSFW] ✉ Like Tofu - sucking xiao's tits [NSFW] ✉ Just For You - sub!diluc + sub!xiao [NSFW] ✉ Like A Dream - fucking xiao until he passes out

《 itto 》 [NSFW] ✉ Disciplined - punishment with yae and itto [NSFW] ✉ Underlying Intentions - public sex with itto

《 diluc 》 [NSFW] ✉ Delicious - sucking diluc, eula, and ei's tits ✉ ARE YOU OKAY?? - worrying about a high emotional pain tolerance (diluc, gorou, zhongli) [NSFW] ✉ Just For You - sub!diluc + sub!xiao

《 gorou 》 [NSFW] ✉ Good Puppy - fucking gorou because he deserves it ✉ ARE YOU OKAY?? - worrying about a high emotional pain tolderance (diluc, gorou, zhongli)

《 kazuha 》 [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) [NSFW] ✉ Beg For It - venti, kazuha, scaramoouche begging [NSFW] ✉ Limelight - doing a camshow with kazuha 🌸 ✉ A Home - older sibling!reader + kazuha [NSFW] ✉ Crux of The Matter - fucking kazuha on the crux

《 kaeya 》 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif) [NSFW] ✉ Pretty Boy - trans!kaeya sitting on your face [NSFW] ✉ In Vino Veritas - fucking drunk kaeya 🌸 ✉ Feels Like Home - fluffy crack hcs with beidou, childe, kaeya, hu tao (modern au) 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato

《 childe 》 [NSFW] ✉ Not What It Seems - sub!tops xiao, childe, scaramouche Hurt/C ✉ There For You - zhongli, albedo, childe comforting injured reader [NSFW] ✉ Brataglia - brat taming childe 🌸 ✉ Feels Like Home - fluffy crack hcs with beidou, childe, kaeya, hu tao (modern au) [NSFW] ✉ Brataglia II - punishing childe

《 thoma 》 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato [NSFW] ✉ Lesson Learned - fucking an inexperienced thoma

《 zhongli 》 [NSFW] The Temptation - zhongli thirsting for his younger brother's s/o 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif) ✉ ARE YOU OKAY?? - worrying about a high emotional pain tolerance (diluc, gorou, zhongli) [NSFW] ✉ Repercussions - making young!morax your fucktoy Hurt/C ✉ There For You - zhongli, albedo, childe comforting injured reader [NSFW] [Thirst] Personal Cow - cow zhongli brainrot [NSFW] Pretty Boy II - eating out afab!zhongli

《 aether 》 [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) [NSFW] ✉ Heavenly - belly bulging aether

《 scaramouche 》 [NSFW] Cry for Me - scaramouche cries LMFAO 🌸 ✉ After Hours - cuddling scaramouche [NSFW] ✉ Beg For It - venti, kazuha, scaramouche begging [NSFW] ✉ Not What It Seems - sub!tops xiao, childe, scaramouche

《 dainsleif 》 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif)

《 baizhu 》 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif)

《 venti 》 [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) [NSFW] ✉ Beg For It - venti, kazuha, scaramouche begging 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato

《 ayato 》 [NSFW] ✉ Uncomposed - sub!ayato headcanons [NSFW] ✉ White As Snow - breeding ayato [NSFW] ✉ Deserved - ayato + fuck machine 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato [NSFW] ✉ Cold As Ice - mean dom ayato

[33roda]

ok but imagine blowing xiaos back while he's asleep like💔💔(all consensual, lets not be weird here hsjajaj)

lets say that he'd been getting really bad nightmares recently so reader offers to 'alleviate' him if it happens again and he accepts

so one night reader wakes up by xiaos whimpers and notices he's having a nightmare by the way hes frowning, so they just slowly take off his pants and just starts gently fucking him omg that would be so wholesome

but then the cute moment doesnt last long bc soon xiao wakes up all sleepy n shit yet still having the audacity to ask reader to go harder as if his nightmare didnt just turn into a wet dream moments ago‼

omg omg wtf i love. thirsts <3 please never stop sharing your thoughts guys these are so good,, writing a lil xiao drabble to honor my first thirst ever

tags: softdom!reader, somnophilia, anal(m!receiving), handjobs, kinda sensual?, tiny dick xiao

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"I told you, I don't need help,"

"Come on, baby, I'll take care of you! Promise,"

Xiao's nightmares have been getting worse lately, all you wanted to do was help! It took a lot of convincing, even though he trusted you, he could never be too careful.

"Fine.. I'll nap with you for tonight." You hardly contained your excitement. All you wanted was to take care of your little Xiao, after all.

Night falls, and Xiao rests oh so close to you, although a bit nervous. He didn't want you to see him hurt in any way, but all it took was for you to wrap your arms around him and stroke his head and he'd be already passed out. Poor baby, hasn't gotten a good night's sleep in who knows how many years..

After what seemed like just an hour, Xiao'd already been shaking and murmuring incomprehensible sentences - clear on his face that he's having a nightmare. "Aww, poor baby, I'll take care of you," you said, gently pulling off him so as not to wake him up. Pushing his hair back while looking at his face, he was still so so pretty, even when he's having a nightmare. Slowly pulling his pants down, he winced at the cold air hitting him, making you flinch thinking he woke up - but he was still asleep.

Admiring his body, you worked slowly. Spitting on your hand and just so tenderly stroking him, your strokes turning into soft pumps; watching his pretty little cock get harder, keeping tabs on his expressions, making sure you weren't hurting him. Such a darling, still letting out more whimpers, making you unsure whether it was from his dream or from you; but you wouldn't stop anyways, spreading your spit all over his cock and hole, preparing him to take you like a good boy.

Pressing a finger into him, he softly humped into the air, almost as if missing your hand on his cock. Hm, it sounds like your care is working.. his dream seems to have 'shifted directions'. His whimpers turned into soft moans, only agitating you to fuck him with your fingers even harder. "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you," You pushed a second finger into him, increasing in speed without you even realizing it - before you couldn't take it anymore, and just wanted to fuck him with your cock. Lightly pushing his legs up, you pulled your pants down and inserting your cock into him with an agonizing pace - so so slow, it was almost cockwarming at this point, but you had to make your baby feel safe, right?

When you finally had your whole cock inside him, you leaned down to give his chest a kiss before finally starting to thrust in and out gently. He shook beneath you, moans getting louder, pretty face resting to the side although still looking somewhat 'indifferent'. "Look at you, asleep yet you're still shaking from me fucking you," you cooed softly.

Giving a push into him, you let out a little groan before a mumble emerged beneath you. "I-I'm awake- haaah- harder," shocking you a bit from being awake, you stopped thrusting.

"A-are you sure you-"

"I need it! Please!"

"Well, I'd do anything to please my baby," you resumed fucking him, now with the knowledge of him being awoken to this making this infinitely hotter - his moans groggy as he pushed back against you lazily. "Mmh, keep making those pretty sounds, baby." his whimpers sending a wave of heat through your body.

Even with all his moans and his inability to speak properly from how hard you were fucking into him, he still managed to let out an "I-I had this dream, and- mmmhhf- and you c-couldn't keep your hands off me," he muttered, tossing his hand next to his head to grab onto the sheets as he looked at you, waiting for a response. All you did was nod at him and groan 'fuck, that's hot,' before throwing his leg over your shoulder to fuck his spot better, making him explode with cute little yelps (he'd rather die than have you mention them).

"How needy," you said between gasps, "oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere.." you could barely decide whether to focus on his adorable face or on making him cum for you, but your time to think was cut short as you felt him tremble under you, moaning with heavy breaths, before letting out his release all over himself. You pulled out, admiring the view before laying next to him and holding him. "I told you I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through?" you chuckled.

"Th-thank you," he absent-mindedly said, "we should.. do that again sometime."

wc: 794

edit: punctuation, grammar