#xiao: asks

[xiaoluclair]

😭😭😭

He's so funny! Still not following max!

charles leclerc in his not following max verstappen era ✨✨ 🌈❌

[qiinamii]

"Xiao does things" (and friends) twitter log part 2

-- UPDATE: removed some of the arts to make its own individual post since I am bad at organizing, sorry! (but the last one is new lol) xD

[yu22tas]

do y’all get what i mean when i say subby dom? like i don’t mean switch leaning dom or a sub who takes control sometimes. i mean like a dom who’s super whiny and needy and just takes what they want (with consent ofc consent is sexy) ;(

(smut below cut) (both parties gn but dom is amab. mentions of squirting, overstim, unprotected sex)

can you imagine coming home and they’re like immediately on you, whimpering into an opened mouth kiss and humping your leg because they need you so bad :(

before you know it they’ve got you folded into a mating press, fucking into you with reckless abandon, pushing their cum deeper inside you :(

at this point they’re shooting blanks (maybe even squirting teehee), having fucked you both into sobbing, shaking, and drooling messes :(

their balls are empty and their cock aches, almost burning from overstimulation but they just can’t stop fucking into your tight hole because it feels so, so good :(

and maybe when they finally force themselves to pull out, they’ll put their head between your legs and eat their own cum out of you :(

that or they keep plowing into you until the both of you have passed out ;(

[rosedom]

pleasepleaseplease rose i’m begging you on my knees to make a xiao fic i’ll be ur good boy in return !! (can i be pup anon?? ><)

"an unnamed player has invited XIAO to play . . . my, my, sweet madame

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!xiao, sex toy (dildo), vaginal fingering to PIV sex, praise & dirty talk, breeding kink (no mpreg), creampie, cockwarming with alluded aftercare .

A/N : i love u, pup ,,, i can't believe i haven't written xiao yet:c

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

“Xiaoooo,” you call, stretching the vowel in your mouth. It’s entirely theatric, far too loud when you know that he could hear a whisper all the same; but that doesn't matter, when he pops up in front of you in a hazy dusting of deep emerald and smoke, all of him bare as he stands a hair's-breadth away. 

He says nothing, no “You called?” passing the tip of his tongue. Simply, he only cups your face, his touch so welcome—a learned thing, of course, but one you wouldn't have traded for the world. 

“Hi, Xiao,” you murmur, leaning forward the already scant distance to kiss him soft, slow, sweet. “Missed you.”

Huffing against you, at the way you had to separate from him to whisper your words, he presses back to you, gently parts his lips for you. 

Eager, your mind says; you only smile, taking his invitation to lick into his mouth, across his sharp teeth. His canines dig into the give of your tongue, nicking you without quite drawing blood. 

Then, right there on the balcony of the Inn, voice all soft-like and shy, eyes averted as he tucks himself into your throat, he asks, “Please.” 

Please. Simple. Straight to the point. Wholly Xiao in the way he can tell you so much, in the language of his body and not his words.

“Okay, okay,” you murmur, because you know what he wants. 

You know, and he begins to tell you more: with the way he wraps his strong arms around you and zaps the two of you away to the safe cocoon of your shared bedroom (the very one he insisted that, No, I do not need—that he very much in fact revels in); with the way you’re both sprawled right in the middle of the soft bed, him under you and you balanced on top of him; and with the way his thighs spread so easily, the way his briefs are gone with no more than a breathy whine, how his cunt is a puffy mauve. 

He tells you, and he tells you, and he begs you, arching into you with the strength still in his arousal-weakened body. His torso—all silent muscle, the tattoo wrapping around his shoulder and side in the same path that you wandering hands travel, his abdomen all limber muscle—ripples as his hips press upwards into yours, press the full mound of his achy cunt, surrounded in nearly trimmed, tantalizingly coarse n’ a dark teal hair, up against the throb of your own chubbing cock. 

“Mm,” you moan, low in your throat, mouthing against the width of Xiao’s tender throat as you grind together, cock against cock, balls against cunt. “Look’it you, sweet thing, already so wet n’ worked up.

“Is this why you were so quick to respond to my call?” You push him back at your words, gently shushing his whine and sufficiently replacing it with a drawn out lil’ moan when you dip your fingers in, one, two, three. 

You grin like the cat who got the cream.“Oh?” you ask, drawl it out low. “All loosened up—” just like he always is on his favorite dildo. “Were you thinkin’ of me, playing with yourself like that?” 

It's testament to the trust he has in you when he only nods, up, down, up, down, vehemently against the pillow his head is resting on. Messy teal-black hair splays out around him. 

But then he tips his head to the side, eyeing something, and that something just so happens to not be his favorite dildo.

No. 

No, it wasn't his favorite dildo—not the one you know almost as well as you know your own dick, a smooth jade curved gently up to stimulate his g-spot. It wasn't that one.

No, it wasn't, because his favorite dildo is rather small, end-be-all. It’s perfect for a soft n’ easy orgasm, no pain of a stretch yet leaves him open for your cock in all those days before where you replaced one cock with another, with your real one. 

It wasn't that one. 

It was that one—the one on the edge of the bed, not even with a towel under it to prevent that big ol’ wet splotch of what’s maybe Xiao’s thick pre-cum, what was maybe some of his cum, and a bit that's definitely primarily thick n’ slippery lube (Xiao, after all, has never been one to produce much slick.

Slick, no slick—in the end, it doesn't matter: not when his cunt is puffy either wet or dry, and lube is a resource the both of you are not short on).

The cock is monstrous, and you dip a fourth finger into his lube-wet cunt to test the barely there stretch. It's an easy slide, and Xiao bows up into you with a reedy whine, and you've got him right where you want him: exposed, sure, but safe, pleasure-drunk, aroused without cumming just yet on the toy.

“Didn’t cum, little bird?” you ask, leaning close n’ murmuring into his ear while you stretch across the bed for the toy. Your fingers—already so much larger than his—do not meet around the girth of it, and your cock throbs something mean, heat low in your gut. “Oh, Xiao.”

“Don’t—” he grumbles, face aflame. You shush him again, kissing him soundly with the big cock snug in your palm. Teasing, you press the wet mess he’s made of it between the two of you, slipping out your four fingers to nudge the head of it to the sloppy opening of his cunt. 

“‘m not tryin’ta be mean to you.” You don’t press the dildo in, yet, letting him weakly clench around the tip. “I want you to talk to me, yeah? Be a good boy n’ talk to me, and I’ll fill you up all nice with this cock,” you murmur, and, for show, you bump it that millimeter in, just enough for his hole to spasm around where it barely intrudes.

But he’s shaking his head at you, sayin’, “Didn’t cum,” and then you’re making like you're about to press that cock in deep, right where he's already open for it, and he says, loud, “No!” 

You stop immediately.

The cock is forgotten between your legs as you drop it to wrap around his torso. “Xiao—” you start, an apology ready, a question of Do you want to stop? about to leave your lips when he interrupts you, goes and says something stupid like, “I want you.”

Your heart does something equally stupid, tripping over itself and leaving a dopey lil' grin to stretch across your face. But, “Xiao,” you murmur, bumping your nose against the flat button of his. “I’m not as big as the toy, I don't think it'll feel as good,” because when Xiao's in the mood for a large stretch, your cock typically isn't enough; he likes it for the foreplay, likes cumming all over it, likes being left open and loose for you to slide your bigger dildo in the place you left him bereft. This cock, however, is downright monstrous, one you've never seen before, yet here Xiao is, begging for your cock. 

“Don’t care,” he grumbles, pushing you back and reaching down to take hold of your throbbing cock. You hiss through your teeth at the friction after so long, his hand soaked in the leftover lube. He coats you liberally, quickly, tugging at your foreskin almost playfully. “I want only you.”

“Okay, okay!” You huff at him, bat away his small hand to take it in your own. “Let me make you cum then, yeah? Since the toy left you all achy.” You pout, playful, laughing at the distaste that flitters across his face. “Kidding!”

He grumbles, and his fingers thread into yours on his navel. “Less kidding and more—mm!”

Silenced by your cock, Xiao’s jaw drops open as his head falls back to bump into the pillow. “Oh,” he moans, whimpering in pitch. 

You only grin, bury yourself up his cunt to the hilt. He’s loose and spasming around you; you weren't lying, about that cock. But your cock is real in a way the dildo isn't. “Feel good, Xiao?” you ask anyway, grinding in and bumping against the overused bump of his g-spot. Swollen heat, pulsing heat, surrounds you, drips down to your balls as you coo at him. “Isn't it nice, givin’ yourself up for me? Lettin’ someone else ruin you on cock?” 

He nods, delirious, his forehead shimmering sweat that you just have to kiss away. You kiss the diamond mark, make a path down the barely-there bridge of his nose, tongue at his parted lips. 

Your hips thrust slowly but evenly, each the same and pressing in all his favorite spots. “Yeah? Mm,” you moan low and quiet, groaning into the air when you lean back to take proper hold of him. “That cock can't fill you up, is that it? Can't cum in you... Can't cream your pretty cunt... Can’t breed you...” 

Hook, link, sinker. “No, no,” he cries, pulling you into him and arching his hips all desperate-like into you, into your cock. “I want—mm!” 

“Easy, sweet thing. What do you want, hm? Want me to knock you up?” 

“Please!” 

A knot is beginning to wind itself in your belly. “Please what, sweetheart?” You tease at the muscles of his belly, his hand long put aside to clutch helplessly at the soft sheets. “Speak up.” 

He whines. “Please breed me,” he murmurs, and fuck, because his voice is raspy and shredded and you feel the knot that's tight and looping in your gut about ready to unravel.

You drop your hand from his abs to his swollen cock—red and puffy, sticking out so prettily from the thatch of hair surrounding where you're in balls-deep at the end of each thrust—, working him in gentle but quick, friction-filled circles.

“Cum for me, Xiao. Cum for me, and I’ll cum in you, I promise,” you coo, sweet as sugar, kind as anything. “I’ll fill you up like that cock can’t, yeah? Just like you want. C’mon, baby, sweetheart.” 

And then he's coming, and you're coming with him, filling him up as his cunt leaks and drips thick, opaque cum from around the base of your cock. His own cum coats you and dribbles down your balls, a sensation you know will be gross, later; but right now, it's perfect: perfect as the pretty boy on your cock, writhing until he's limp and breathing heavy against the bed.

“Good boy,” you whisper, kiss his fluttering eyelids. “Good boy.”

Weakly, his arms—thick with muscle but shaky, trembling in the aftermath of the lava running through his veins—circle around you. He nuzzles at your throat, nips at your skin. 

You laugh. “Feelin’ well bred, baby?” 

Xiao bites you. 

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” Small laughs still wrack your frame, however, and Xiao sighs in kind before he melts into your meandering touches. He’s hot and warm beneath your hands; and he's wet, slick and soaked between his thighs. 

You're still sunk in deep, keeping your cock and cum warm in turn. He doesn't make any move, no indication that he wants you out; so you stay, kiss at him as you fall into the bed with him. 

The jostling movement makes him mewl, soft, before it too melts into another sigh. “Sleep.”

“Only if you sleep with me.” 

Xiao raises a thick brow. 

“Please?” You pinch at the skin of his navel in retaliation, and you roll over, pull him against you until he settles on your torso. “C’mon, Xiao. You need sleep, too.” 

“No, I don't.” 

You sigh. “Yes, you do. You're gonna lay here—” you reach around to pinch his ass as well, gentle but reprimanding, “—and warm my cock while we both rest.” 

He glares at you; then, “Fine.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You kiss the crown of that real head, pull the blankets up over you and pay no mind to the mess of cum and slick between you. 

You’re warm, he’s warm, your cock is warm—it’s easy to fall asleep, enveloped in heat and heart like this. I love you, Xiao.

It could be a in dream that Xiao says to you, “I love you, too.” 

so what if it's my kink to find a pretty guy splayed out with a huge dildo in him. it's not a crime. (in other news, i jacked off to size kink fucking machines the other night, and i don't think i can get that type of fucked out, drippy n' puffed up cunt out of my mind . . . haha. um. so here's xiao, except he fucked himself with his own hand. put that strength to good use, y'know?)

26 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[jennifer-jeong]

Guess who😊

As a reference to what you posted earlier, imagine that after the reader dies of old age, Xiao and Scaramouche encounter a reincarnation of themselves? It's your choice to make them mortal or not (I'm under your bed. If you make them mortal I will kick your feet at night.)

Take your time dear <3

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FJDKSLA;FJDSA; life has been kicking my ASS but fuck it we ball HELLO MY MUTUAL THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST, I’ve honestly been thinking hard because I want to also request some ideas because your writing is so sweet ehehehe OK PLEASE DON’T KICK MY FEET AT NIGHT THAT’S HORRIFYING - I WILL MAKE THE REINCARNATION IMMORTAL

ALSO @iota1111 these are my ideas for that Xiao and Wanderer angst! If you read only to the *** in each fic, that would be where I’d end the story if it wasn’t meant to be a happy ending! (I would suffer!!!!)

[Fluff + Angst] [Xiao/Wanderer x Reader] Reincarnation

CONTENT

Angst to fluff, happy ending, reader death, mentions of death, mentions of fighting/them taking their anger out on things

XIAO

When you passed away, Xiao was absolutely heartbroken. He knew it was coming, he prepared for it, he stayed by your side through your deteriorating health in your last few months. But no matter what, he knew it would destroy him, and it did.

No one saw Xiao for weeks after but everyone noticed that Liyue was safer than ever. Xiao engrossed himself in his work. Taking out his emotions onto the monsters in Liyue. He worked himself to exhaustion every single day. Zhongli still came to check up on him but knew Xiao just needed time.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. What was he supposed to do? You were gone. HIs sunshine, his muse, his… everything.

Xiao collapsed after giving himself no rest for who knows how many nights. Laying in the grass, he stared up at the moon. Asking himself what he could’ve done differently and if he could’ve "selfishly" extended your life. If he could’ve made you immortal like him.

He listened to the bugs chirp around him, the breeze drying the tears he didn’t know were falling. For the first time in a long time, he cried. He sobbed and bit back the urge to lash out at everything in the vicinity. He was on his side, clutching his aching heart, crying into the soft grass he used to lay on with you.

He had gone through so much pain in his life: his karmic debt, the abuse from his old master, losing his found family, and all the years of deafening solitude.

But nothing would ever hurt more than losing you.

Xiao cried his heart out and knocked out from the exhaustion and pain. He slept peacefully for the first time since you passed. *** Xiao woke up the next morning with a start. Confused and disoriented not because of where he had fallen asleep, but because he sensed something insane.

He sensed you.

It was your soul, the one he swore himself to. There was no denying it. Was this a sick joke? Was some old evil spirit messing with him?

It had been months since your passing but there was no denying it. It was you.

Unfortunately, years would pass while Xiao searched for you. He was obsessed over it at first but once he could tell that your soul was safe and alive, he relaxed just a little. He still wanted to see you again, hold you, and whisper how much he loved you, but he knew you’d find each other eventually. He made himself a silent promise that he’d find you no matter what. He didn’t really have much else to do for all of eternity anyways.

Xiao confided in Zhongli through these years, the elder god revealing the possibility of reincarnation, revealing that it’s not uncommon. Souls return to the Earth in many forms but he hints to Xiao that he believes what he’s sensing is indeed you in human form.

Eventually, Xiao would be on a typical nightly patrol, sensing your soul nearby as always. But it was a bit different today. It was stronger.

As if right on cue, Xiao entered a clearing and despite it being nighttime, he saw the sun.

His beautiful sun had somehow risen again against all odds. You didn’t know his name but you knew his soul.

He recognized the sigil on your clothing, it belonged to an adeptus master he hadn’t seen in decades. The draconic horns on your head told him you were reborn in a different body, an immortal body. One that had you trained as an adepti for these past years, likely hidden away in a domain. It clicked in his head. It’s why he could always sense you, but never quite find where you were.

You turned around after feeling his approach. He wondered if you could feel his soul the way he felt yours. If you longed for him even in your new existence. He had so much to ask. But you pulled him out of his noisy thoughts.

Your voice brought him serenity he had long forgotten.

His heart pounded as you spoke.

“I missed you, my love.”

Instantly you were in each other's arms.

“I missed you too,” he says as his voice cracks.

WANDERER

He was angry, reverting back to how he was before Nahida, the traveler, and you helped him. He blamed the gods, the world, for his sorrows, for his pain. He sought to destroy it all again for somehow making his suffering worse. He had felt pain similar to this. It was all too familiar for him. The constant cycle of loss, betrayal, and agony. But this time, he was on the brink of insanity.

You, his perfect flower, had finally wilted.

He’s stuck bargaining for months, reverting between stages of grief: anger and bargaining. Never able to move on past that.

He continues on his missions for Nahida because he knows it’s what you've wanted but also because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. Any of his combat missions turned into tortures and near assassinations. He used it as a tool to cool himself off, much to the silent disapproval of Nahida. But she knew he’d never disobey your wishes, your morals. You taught him better than to kill out of emotion.

Wanderer commonly visits the forests where you two used to adventure to find some sort of peace and familiarity. He tends to avoid the Aranara despite the fact that they know about your passing and would probably be able to comfort him about it. He just didn’t think he could handle it.

Seasons pass and on one of his trips into the sunny lush forests, growing again due to the spring season, Aranara bring him your favourite flowers when they bloom again the next year. They loved you dearly too, you treated them and the forest with such gentleness that they could never forget you. They didn’t know how to approach him earlier so they used this opportunity instead.

His heart ached and his anemo vision surged with energy when he saw the flower. He finally reached his breaking point, he fell to his knees on the grass and sobbed, clutching the flower to his chest. Letting go of all the stupid anger and bargaining. Who was he kidding, he just didn’t want to accept that he’d have to keep going without you. *** The Aranara tell him not to worry though, comforting and telling him it will be okay. At first he’s confused as to what they mean but Nahida walks out into the sunlit clearing, the sun about to start setting.

She tells him she knows it hurts but that the Irminsul has a message for him and it says that he should not fret and continue to live on and explore the forest. His tear stained face raised an eyebrow but it slowly turned to determination, he knew Irminsul would not lie.

It would take years but he slowly started to feel you nearby. He’d dream of you. The forest felt like you and he could feel your energy in the flora. He confided in Nahida and their bond only grew stronger, he’d also reach out to the Aranara when he’d adventure out of the city.

Eventually, the Aranara prepared and held a ceremony, sensing the birthing of something new, a nature spirit. Nahida described it using the term “nymph.”

Wanderer was silent as he put the pieces together. He held his breath as he realized it might be you. Your reincarnation.

He always saw you as his flower, but he didn’t think you’d become a nature spirit, he was not complaining about it in the slightest though.

Nahida explained that you would exist in the physical realm but had strong ties to the dream realm, you’d be immortal like Aranara are but you’d still be able to live with him in the physical.

As you manifested and blinked open your eyes, you immediately looked at him.

His hands were shaking, unsure if he was scared, happy, both? Was it really you? Had the world finally decided to grant him happiness instead of sorrow? Was this a gift?

But as you took gentle steps towards him, he realized something important:

It didn’t matter.

You were here again, in front of him. Nothing else mattered.

You reached out to hold his face with your hands. You knew him, you knew your soul belonged to him and his to you.

He drew in closer to you, holding your face and touching your foreheads together, tears threatening to fall.

Your beautiful voice spoke to him again in what felt like an eternity. He had almost forgotten what you sounded like.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m here.”

His eyebrows scrunched as his tears fell. He wraps his arms around you tight, never wanting to let go, scared you’d leave him again.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered shakily, scared that his voice would fail if he tried to speak.

“I missed you too. I’m here to stay.”

Thank you for reading!

|| MASTERLIST<3 ||

[nxiispire]

Anonymous asked:

Could you write something for sub v1rgin xiao? Reader sits on his lap, innocently at first, but they soon feel him getting h4rd. With his insane lack of experience, he doesn't understand the feelings at all, so reader just keeps teasing him until he finishes in his pants 😭😭 TY

A/n : Hii Ty for this request, I love this idea sm. I tried to do hc for this one but reading back on it kinda reads more like a drabble ;-; but I hope you enjoy:))

✰ v1rgin sub!xiao x reader .. !

cw : c0rrupti0n, v1rg1nty loss, gn!reader

The first time he ever felt this way was when he had accidentally walked in on you changing.

Of course he apologized and left immediately, but he couldn’t help but notice how hot he felt, and how his mind kept replaying the image of you half naked.

He was scared of this new found feeling, his head screaming for more yet he didn’t know exactly what he wanted more of, only that it included you.

But he assumed these feelings were shameful and pushed them down, assuming this is why humans have such a taboo around seeing each other naked.

But now he can’t simply avoid this feeling.

As you sat innocently on his lap, he can’t help but notice the way your skirt/shorts ride up your thighs, and all of a sudden he is hyper away of how close you are to him

He’s absolutely mortified he lets out a small whisper when you shift him on his now hard dick

You immediately catch on, ‘innocently’ shifting and wiggling to see how riled up you could make the oh-so serious yakasha

And oh did you you rile him up

He panted as he attempted to grab your hip to still your movement, letting a meek “s-stop moving”

But his grip lacked any strength as his mind clouded with an unfamiliar lust

And when you simply smiled at him and asked him what the problem was, he was to embarrassed to say anything, instead opting to shoving his face into your shirt in an attempt to muffle the moans now spilling out his throat

And when he eventually came you we’re definitely surprised as your only intent was to tease him, but you were definitely not disappointed with this outcome

Xiao on the other hand? He freaked out

After coming down from his high he immediately became aware of the wet sticky feeling coming from his lap

At first he was mortified, thinking he had accidentally peed on you, but of course sensing his panic, you explained to him what actually happened. You definitely made sure to reassure him that he did nothing wrong

After that incident he definitely became more curious about this whole sex thing

This was originally posed on @erubescentz which was my main acc before i moved accounts !

[anggeese]

left on read...?

meanwhile:

xiao has fainted the moment he read Venti's texts

[evercelle]

knifecat cafe where the cheerful maids are cute and the service is terrible ♫

you could always try your luck with the social anxiety maids instead, though...

[paponela]

oh to be secretly in love with your best friend!!!!

[newtabfics]

Could I request stream au xiao but maybe he's got a..."special" stream where he just rails his y/n for his fans to see? O////O

I need you to know I only recently got into Genshin AUs and omfg the streamer AUs are doing it for me.

Triggers for exhibitionism.

Xiao smirked as he gripped Y/N's hips. He glanced at the screen, making sure she was at a good angle. Her body was on display for the fans. They could see how deep his cock plunge into her soaked hole as she moaned his name. her face was so red and cute with embarrassment at being fucked in front of a camera.

He hummed as he watched the chat blowing up in the private stream. They enjoyed this. They loved seeing YashAlatus burying his cock in his girlfriend, and he loved flaunting how only she could get him off like this.

Plus the comments. Oh the comments. She would dip in while he was streaming and bring him some water or a snack and the comments would go nuts. A lot of them would be greeting her, saying hello to Xiao's girlfriend. But there were the few that openly admitted the things they'd do to her if given the chance.

He needed to show them who's boss.

"C'mon, Baby, look up," He groaned, slamming his hips up to make her moan as he gripped her throat and played with her clit. "I want you to look right at that camera and moan my fucking name. Tell them who the fuck you belong to."

"Xiao!" She moaned, eyes fluttering as her walls tightened around his cock. She struggled to look at the screen but did so anyway, biting her lip as she whined in pleasure.

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

If anyone else pulls on Yang's hair she would punch them. If Jaune pulls on Yang's hair she would say "harder daddy~".

Yang: *Sends girl flying with a punch during a combat class spar after she cut a few strands of her golden locks off her head* "NO ONE TOUCHES MY HAIR!!! RAAAAGH!" *Charges forward after her opponent with her hair ablaze and eyes crimson*

Ruby, Blake, and Wiess in their seats: *Flashbacks to sleepless nights (or very exciting ones in Blake's case) where Yang is moaning and squealing loudly for Jaune to grab and pull her hair harder*

Jaune: *Was still unaware that his girlfriend didn't like her hair being messed with like this and is now wondering how he's still alive or able to have children*

*Later that night*

Yang: *Naked and bent over on Jaune's bunk, her ass up and face down as Jaune is about to fuck her from behind* "Pull my hair while you fuck me daddy~"

Jaune: *Stops immediately and pulls out a piece of paper* "Sign this waiver!"

[xiaoluclair]

✨the lestappen back photo pic✨ was edited for them to be much closer?

my whole life is a lie

lestappies are witches.

[ the original ] -> [ the witchcraft ]

[h0ney-mochi]

I think I've seen this a trillion times on tiktok but I genuinely need a ff written about it... Y know how xiao tells us to call him whenever we need right, how about he's away with some business (fighting demons, meeting zhongli and what not) and we kinda.. Miss him... We miss him a lot. So as we do our thing ✨ we moan his name a bunch of times, he would be so blushy and cute <3

- side note: may I be 🌠 anon?

Xiao x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (afab reader, masturbation / touching yourself, Xiao going down on you)

A/n: OHHH yeah, I've written something similar to this before!!! The idea is so nice though, he appears in your room and he's flabbergasted?? Flustered?? Ahhh... lovely. And YES you can be 🌠 anon, WELCOME WELCOME <3 /not proofread so sorry if any mistakes

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You missed him alright. Yes, you knew he was definitely busy, but man.. you hadn't seen him on such a long time. Or gotten his touch.

Xiao did tell you that you can call his name whenever you needed him though.. and you technically did need him right now..

As you're trying to please yourself on your sheets, his name falls past your lips multiple times. Imagining how he'd bite you, how you'd kiss him so sweet... trying to get off from the thought of him.

Somewhere in Liyue, Xiao has finished dealing with monsters. Immediate worry in his mind when he hears the calls of his name from a familiar voice.

From you.

Doesn't hesitate to appear where you are, drawing his weapon. He scans the area, confused on how it's in one of the rooms in Wangshu Inn.

But once he turns around, he's met with a sight.

Sight of you on the bed, legs spread, hand between them and face flushed. His eyes widen in quick realization.

Oh.

"Xiao-!" You stop your movements, staring back at him. Well, yes, this is what you wanted, but you couldn't deny that it was also pretty awkward.

His face is heating up as he's trying to breathe. You're calling his name? While touching yourself?

He breathes in deep when he quickly comes closer to you, getting on that bed. Will you let him? Let him help you? You did call for him after all.

You're blinking at him while he positions himself between your thighs.

"Can I—" Xiao starts to speak, but stops, watching as you spread your legs a little more, making him break eye contact.

"Yes," you whisper, answering his unfinished question, "Please."

He does not waste any time, taking off one of his gloves and shoving fingers inside you. Oh, you're this needy? For him? From him?

Xiao looks at you for a moment before leaning down and putting his tongue against you. He's quick to get to work, that's one. Your head falls back as a high moan escapes you.

Archons, you missed him. And it looks like he missed you too, from the pace of his tongue and his fingers. His eyes get hazy the more you moan and squirm from him.

Oh, he needed the taste of you right now. And you needed his tongue. <3

[harmonysanreads]

hi! if this interests you in any way, yan xiao and yan scara with s/o who's naturally kind to everyone, not only them? would they want to hoard their s/o's sunshine to themselves only, would they go through unholy lengths to keep them away from others so they're kind only to them? kind of :)

Hiii! I think we all can agree that these two would adore a kind s/o, in fact, your kindness will accelerate their yandere tendencies. Xiao and Scaramouche are similar yet vastly different in their approach and intentions to such a situation.

Scaramouche would 100% hoard your kindness, monopolizing it thereafter. His methodology merely varies depending on the most prominent periods of his existence.

Kabukimono, who's an infant to every little wonder of this world, takes just a little while to grasp the warmth of your glow. When he does, he understands its necessity to him by comparing it to the air that humans so desperately need to survive. Kabukimono tries to give you the benefit of the doubt for a while, too, but much like a child, he'll quickly become pouty when he sees you showering others in the same kindness. What, was it wrong for him to think himself a little special? He'll probably just follow you around like a duckling (not that he already doesn't everyday) and stare blankly at the person til they get uncomfortable and leave. Should you raise a brow at him—ah no, you can't. After all, he's just an innocent puppet who can barely comb his own hair, he's still new to all this. So, you have no other choice but to take the liberty of teaching him, digging your own grave.

Kunikuzushi is far more expressive and desperate, this is where his protective nature starts to dominate. The world is cruel and ugly, the humans you're so carelessly allowing to take advantage of you? They'll all crush you, extinguish your light. He cannot allow those vermins to greedily take all your attention. Kunikuzushi is also reckless, you try to understand him even when its apparent something is terribly wrong with him but does it affect anything? Yes, it merely strengthens his belief that you should be protected from the filth of the world.

The Balladeer, oh, is he smitten (all his incarnations are but that's besides the point). But unlike his younger selves he has all the means and an equally uncaring mindset for others necessary to actually take action. When he's certain that your kindness isn't just a fad, he's not allowing anyone else to bask in its glow. He's the most unhesitant to do so and you have no choice but to follow along his whims, burdened by your own kindness that deters you from even blaming him.

For Wanderer, it'd take more time than Kabukimono to develop that sort of jealously. Having just recovered his past memories, he's a little overwhelmed, if not confused with his next course of action. At the same time, he's trying to be better. So, letting another person have that kind of grasp on him again will result in prolonged inner debates. He appreciates your kindness albeit, he can't help but wonder if you would still smile at him the same had you known of his past crimes. The anemo vision might've become Wanderer's heart but he still lacks a will to live and if you were to become that will? It's not a stretch to say he wouldn't try to keep all your attention on him and boy does he succeed. All those centuries of trial and error has taught him much and it's finally time to put that experience to good use.

Xiao on the other hand takes much, much more time, not.. necessarily or soley to develop that envy but the awareness of what on Teyvat he's actually doing. The intricacies of human emotions fly over Xiao's head, the only thing he cares to understand is that he likes it when you go out of your way to nurse his wounds despite his protests and pushes, when you greet him and ask how his day went (to which he always answers the same) or as you routinely bring him almond tofu despite his insistence that you needn't do so every single day. He isn't exactly surprised when he sees you treating others similarly, he might even consider himself the lucky one for having the blessing of your warmth. The only instance I see him, technically, hoarding your benevolence is if the people around you meant you harm. Xiao would then simply dispose of them but when that doesn't work anymore? Although it might take immense amount of contemplation and an equally strong push, until Xiao has no choice but to arrange his Adepti realm for a proper stay.

[dummybirdnero]

rwby at a picnic?

is this even picnic? prob not but lets just say it is. also dunno if u wanted it to be goofy animal ver or not but i went with this instead

[jennifer-jeong]

Hi there :)

Can I request some headcanons about Xiao and Wanderer (separated) with an old s/o? Like, they've been together for decades, but reader is a mortal and they're not, therefore they don't have many years left to live now that they're in their 80s. I would like something sweet but feel free to add some angst in it.

HI ANON TY FOR YOUR ASK! Ok so I’m literally goiNG TO CRY because I actually purposely make my own self insert immortal because this makes me so depressed but dw I will make it a fluffy happy ending. I would be unwell if I didn’t make it a happy ending LMAO

[Fluff + Slight Angst] [Xiao/Wanderer x Reader] Mortals

CONTENT

Fluff, some angst, gender neutral reader, HAPPY ENDING WOO, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

XIAO has been alive for longer than he can genuinely remember and most of it was spent suffering alone. He’s scarred so deeply that even until the end of time, the marks will never fade. He can’t get rid of his past but you came along and he realized he could at least start to heal from the centuries of pain. Your time together has been the best years of his life and it makes his heart ache to think that you’re about to come and go before even living for a fraction of his life. He’s watched your mortal body age but he still thinks knows that you’re the prettiest thing he’ll ever encounter. Xiao has always treated his time with you like it was limited, even when you were younger. He’s been getting desperate recently though, your body has slowed down, and you’re well into your elderly years. He’s always wanted to ask you if he and Zhongli could help you with this, return you to your younger body and help you live forever. But, he thought it would hurt you. Immortality is more of a curse than a blessing and he of all people should know that. But as your health deteriorated, he started to plan how to ask you without pressuring you. Honestly, when he finally brought it up, you giggled at him and said “I didn’t even know you could do that.” He blinked as he realized how much time had passed and how he really had been avoiding it all these years. It was just somewhat unfathomable to a 2000 year old being that all these fun years with you had already been a few decades. He explains why he felt bad suggesting it, but you quickly comforted him and thanked him for even bringing it up. You said you needed some time to think about it but you knew that you wanted more time with your beloved. It’s near impossible for most people to find their soulmate and so since you found yours, you wanted to somewhat selfishly hold onto him as long as you could. Of course he secretly felt the same though. Your time together might end soon as the traveller discovers the underlying mysteries of the world or it could end millenia later. Either way, you knew you’d be able to face it, together.

WANDERER has been through so much over the past few centuries of his life and he’s believed his emotions have been so useless to him as he isn’t even human. His suffering, pain, and desire never made sense because he always lacked a heart. He thought he’d be doomed to this forever until he met you. You breathed life into his mechanical body and into his new anemo vision heart. He felt truly alive with you, it was like he was freshly born as a real man when you came into his life. He took a while to properly warm up to you before he could express himself in a healthy way but you always had the patience for him. The problem was that he couldn’t have the same patience, not because he wasn’t a healthy partner, but because your life had a definite end. He was impatient because he couldn’t lose you and he didn’t know what else to do. He consulted Nahida/his mom about it and she suggested using his body as a template to create a body for you. One that would last forever with him. He was immediately overjoyed to hear that there was hope and he almost forgot to consider that you might not want to live forever. He probably tries to gauge if you would want to by prodding you with small questions but you see straight through him. You know something’s up, and you tell him that you know there’s enough trust between you two for either of you to speak freely. So he does. You take some time to debate it and decide to do it because even if at some point you can’t take it, you’d talk to him about it and come up with a solution (but you doubt that'll come up <3). There was a lot going on in Teyvat at the moment but just knowing that you’d have more time gave both of you peace. He was worried that afterwards you might not be the same, and that you might become emotionally hollow. But you knew that with him there, you’d never feel any less alive. Even without your physical body, you both had your souls, and it was all you’d ever need.

Thank you for reading!

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