Hii, How R U?

hii, how r u?

these days i have a bit of a baby fever so 😶‍🌫️ can i request childe, xiao and zhongli looking after their baby with their s/o (separately)? thank you!!!

fandom: genshin impact characters: childe, xiao, zhongli reader type: female summary: babies are tiny, cute, and noisy, and vulnerable, and soft, and if you see one, it's only natural you want to take care of them, or at the very least hope they're not in any discomfort. how do they look after their baby with you? genre: general, fluff, family-centric warnings: female reader, children, you and the characters are married notes: aaa, i loved making these ones! i needed some softness TwT

Childe.

He k n o w s his way around children! You can rest assured, he will always know what to do in any situation!

Your baby has the softest clothes and blankets and pillows and plushies, he WILL start spoiling your little one since the first minute.

He gets so hyper and soft when it's about your baby, it's endearing seeing him baby-talk to your little one and making them laugh and smile while he holds them.

When it comes to changing diapers, preparing meals, or bathing your baby, he's always there to help you (when he's around).

His job keeps him from being the type of father and husband he'd like to be, so he just doubles his efforts when he can spend long times with you!

That means, if baby wakes up in the middle of the night and you're just so tired all you want is sleep, Childe's got you covered!

He'll get up to take care of the baby until they fall asleep again and might also fall asleep in an uncomfortable position near the crib if it took too long for the baby to go back to sleep.

He's really the biggest fan of you and your baby, makes sure to capture each and every possible moment with a Kamera and keeps all the pictures in an album!

Will be very overprotective, if he can't be around he assings fatui agents that he trusts and have them be always nearby to watch over you and protect you or just run errands for you if you need anything.

He also tries his best to not be too reckless in battle, he wouldn't want to leave you or his child to fend for yourselves, after all!

In the unlikely case something terrible did end up happening to him, he already has a separate bank account he puts a lot of money in so he can make sure you won't be on your own if anything does happen.

Will also tell the child that he's a toyseller when the kid is old enough to ask about his profession. He wants to protect their innocence for as long as he can.

Xiao.

Seven Archons please help this man. He has zero idea how to treat people like, well, normal humans like you do. And now he has to look after a super tiny person? A baby? What do you do to a baby? What do you do with a baby?

I'm very sure he did research asking people he trusted and reading any book on the topic he could find, but when it comes to actually looking after the baby, his mind is empty.

Why do babies have to be so tiny and fragile.

He's spending less time on demon-hunting duty because there's absolutely no way he's letting you overexert yourself between resting after giving birth, caring for the baby and going back to work- let him support you and don't be stubborn!

Changing diapers isn't disgusting to him, it was just very confusing at first, but he soon got the hang of it.

He mostly stays in the sidelines when it comes to baths and feeding the baby, but he can prepare the food if you give him the proper instructions.

He won't admit it, but he lowkey got sad when you told him that your baby couldn't eat almond tofu just yet, he wants to share one of his little joys with his dear baby!

Xiao doesn't sleep, so logically, one would think that if he's around, then he wouldn't wake you up and take care of the baby instead, but it's actually not so common.

Most of the time, night is when he has to leave to tend to the duties he didn't do for the rest of the day, and he feels bad about it because he doesn't want to neglect his family and at the same time can't bring himself to stop doing his work.

That, and he's also incredibly anxious about anything refering to your child. Sure, throughout the day, even if you're busy at work, he can stay with the baby and if he runs into any trouble he can always ask for help from the inn boss, or if you're not so busy, he can ask you for help. There's always someone "safer" for the child to be around if his karma starts acting up.

At night he has no one to turn to, except you. So in especially rough nights, he wakes you up so you can help your baby.

He loves you and your child too much to put you or them in risk. Sometimes, protecting and caring for you two means that he has to be away until he's gotten things under control again.

But, he loves your child a lot. He really likes holding them in his arms, and also loves to play with them when they're a bit older.

TLDR he might be clumsy, and he learns quickly, but he's also very scared so don't leave him alone for too long.

Zhongli

He kind of knows and kind of doesn't know how to look after your little baby.

He has the knowledge, of course! But he also has these moments in which he doesn't exactly know how to apply it- luckily, you're around whenever that happens!

He's going to be THE most patient parent you'll ever see. He understands that babies are a lot of work, and that at times they won't stop crying and they can't really help it, so he's the most patient you'll ever see him being with his baby.

His voice is soothing, it will easily lull your little one to sleep!

Changes diapers like a pro after a couple tries.

He might be the one to give you tips on how to make the best baby food with the most nutritional value for a child at the age of yours and will tell you the history behind traditional baby foods and related trivia.

If your baby was sitting nearby on a baby chair you might have to wake them up to feed them tbh

Another super protective dad, won't let anything or anyone harm you or your little one in any way shape or form.

Goes out on walks with you and the baby and LOVES having them in his arms.

Even if you have a baby car, he wants to carry your baby in his arms and show them around his beloved city, even if the baby can barely talk he'll introduce them to everything!

One of the first words of your baby might be a badly pronounced big word because of Zhongli's large vocabulary

Zhongli will read bedtime stories for your baby, and for you too, since the crib is in your room.

He's very good at looking after the baby, probably the best of these three!

fallinfl0wers. 2022.

SINCE WE ARE BOTH 5'9 IM BEGGING YOU TO MAKE ONE FOR TALL WOMEEENNN bonus point if the guy is shorter than us :3 any hsr or genshin guys are fine tysm for ur work

oml YES this was needed

Genshin Men with Tall Women (5’6-6’+) ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══

~summary: how various genshin and hsr men would act with their taller s/o

~pairing: albedo, xiao, scaramouche

~NSFW warning: riding, 69, no protection, vulgar language

~enjoy!

sfw under the cut

1.) Albedo : 5'4

- albedo would love admiring you, he sees you almost everyday walking to his lab at dragon-spine, he can’t help looking you up and down each time

- loves to buy you heels, doesn’t matter how tall you are he thinks it’s the most gorgeous thing in the world and loves to see you wear them.

- loves when you help him with his research, you can easily reach several higher items both off field and in the lab, he appreciates his darling so much

2.) Xiao : 5'2

- xiao would feel no sense of unusualness around you, he’d find you being taller than him quite normal and honestly so hot

- he’d LOVE training with you, xiao is gentle with you but he knows your strength

- he loves being kissed on his forehead, more than he’d ever admit to you but you can tell when his face gets red; every single time.

3.) Scaramouche : 5'4

- scara, loves to tease you about your height ( as you do to him)

-his usually slander for you is “giraffe” :(

-he’d honestly love how tall you are, he loves to hug you and be embraced by you; the way his head fits fluffy into your warmth and is hit by all your perfume makes him intoxicated

nsfw:

1.) Albedo

- loves it when you ride him, ESPECIALLY if he’s at his lab in dragonspine when he’s supposed to be doing his work….but he’s really just getting his cock milked by his loving cutie. His favorite part about you on top of him while he sits in his chair, is seeing your tits bounce right infront of his face; giving him easy access to mark, lick, and suck them so he can hear your pretty voice.

“Don’t stop my love…you look so beautiful like this.” He says, as the chair is squeaking and his voice is giving out at the sight of you sucking his cock into your hole. so deep.

2.) Xiao

- Xiao is absolutely crazy about you, and it’s easy to tell when he has you against the wall somewhere in the mountains of Liyue. After the both of you train together, you’ve got to get in some form of cardio, right?

“I can’t stop y/n…it feels so good.” As your long legs are tight around his waist, and your cunt even tighter around this throbbing cock as he pounds it so deep in you.

3.) Scaramouche

- his favorite way to make you both feel good is 69, you fit so smugly over his cock and his mouth is at the perfect angle where he can stuff his fingers inside your sopping wet cunt, covered in his saliva; his tongue swirling around and sucking on your sensitive little clit.

“Mmm just like the baby…your pussy tastes so good.” Scara says. as his hand smacks your ass. You cum all over his face and he laps up every drop.

i love you more than you'll ever know

fandom: genshin impact characters: albedo, venti, zhongli, xiao, wanderer reader type: gender neutral summary: yearning for someone came hand in hand with heartache. genre: angst and fluff, hurt/comfort. warnings: implied reader's death, also implied character death (xiao and wanderer kinda uh want to unlive themselves but not explicitly? i think?), mourning, slight sumeru spoilers for wanderer's. written as of 3.2 update. notes: inspired by hikaru utada's one last kiss. might do a part two, not sure when it'll be ready haha. xiao's and wanderer's are longer because i love them and i was feeling sadder as i wrote them so lol there they are. i'm sleepy but i wanted to finish these... i'll see if theres anything i need to edit tomorrow.

The meaning of this world, the truth of this world, Albedo thinks, is held within your hands. It is perhaps not the one he was looking for, or the one he had been expected to find, but personally? He would take this as the truth of the world.

Love is the truth of this world, the meaning of all sentient existence. The love one takes and gives, selflessly yet selfish al the same. The kind of love one feels from friends and family and lovers. Love is what really gives the world a meaning for those who live in it.

And for him, it is your love that fills his life with a new meaning.

Love that made him step away from experiments and investigation to take a stroll through the city, love that made him blush and giggle, love that brought a foreign yet sweet warm sensation to his chest, love that you held within your hands every time your fingers intertwined.

Love that somehow, with no reasoning or explanation, survived through all the uncertainty of fate, and the undeniable, unescapable cycle of life and death.

When your and Albedo's story is forced to come to a stop, he won't deny he felt his whole world came crashing down. Yet, more than anything, he feels grateful.

Perhaps at that time, he still would not find the truth of the world his master wanted him to. But one thing is for sure, and that's because of you, and everything you taught him.

If time and chance allow it, his love for you will be immortalized in paintings exhibited in museums; depictions of you and him, and you, you, you and you. Even when he, himself, has long since disappeared, that last trace of your love, of the truth of his world, will be preserved.

For Venti, freedom is everything. He would never tie you down so you could stay with him, even if that is what he would want the most. However, that also means he will not stop you if you, of your own free will, decide to spend the rest of your life with him.

He is selfish, just not selfish enough to decide what is best for you in your stead. This is why, he wholeheartedly decides to love you back without holding anything back, living each day like it is the last, enjoying the present doing anything and everything and nothing all at the same time.

It's ballads and tales, it's drinking and laughing at his silly shenanigans when he gets drunk, it's enjoying the breezes as you glide together and resting on the green hills and valleys of Mondstadt together, every day something new, every day a new memory to keep.

But, he knows, this won't last.

He is very well acquainted with loss, and the fragility of human life.

That is why he insisted on spending so much time together, it is why he was always clingy whenever the timing was right, why he insisted on making you laugh and smile every single day you were together.

The years spent together may seem long to you, even as you took your final breath. Yet, for him, it truly felt like it had been merely the blink of an eye. A momentary sigh, a brief instant of happiness.

Venti will sing ballads of you, for an audience of people or the always reliable, always present audience of the winds. And he knows that, even once his days come to an end, and until the end of this world, your love will be preserved, for eternities to come.

There is, after all, no world where the wind doesn't blow, even if it has come to an stop.

For Zhongli, contracts are everything. In his eyes, promises made are promises kept, and that is precisely what he does.

To you, he promised his love. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in life and death. In his own experience and words, everything must come to an end and every journey has its final day, but there is no need to rush. This is why, he never makes it a point to consciously think about the clock mercilessly ticking by as you spend your life with him.

Zhongli, the human, lives with you and shares countless experiences after experiences with you. From the simplest glance to the longest conversation to the harshest of arguments to the sweetest of kisses, Zhongli makes sure to live it with you, in the present moment, mind focused on here and now, carving each memory into his heart with the same precision an artist would carve a statue out of the finest jade.

The former god understands and accepts your mortality, and accepts it as a part of what makes you be who you are. He accepts it, and holds your hand, ever so resilient, as you take your last breaths, and bids you goodbye with a grateful smile and teary eyes.

Perhaps the legends of the mighty God of Contracts will never talk about your love, but even if there is no one left to share your memories with him, until erosion eventually claims him too, his heart won't stop beating for you.

Xiao would be lying if he said he never once doubted your sanity in the time he's known you. After all, why would you do something so terrible to yourself like willingly spending time with him? You must've been insane, he thought.

But, in reality, he was glad you were that little bit insane enough to open a space for him in your life.

From the very start, he's known you wouldn't be there forever. He is all too aware of how fragile life is, of how ephemeral you truly are. Like the sweetest of dreams, you feel like a fragile illusion of happiness that will be gone in the blink of an eye. Oh, but you are real, you are oh so real, and he knows it when you cradle his face with your hands and gently wipe the tears that silently fall down from his tired eyes that stare ahead, filled with complicated emotions, on a face far too unused to emoting, on a body far too small for the true amount of feelings that resided within it.

And he is quiet but his mind is loud, keeps him hyper aware of how short these moments of joy and peace are with you. And, although he would've never blamed you if you ever decided to leave him of your own will, he is glad you never did, he is glad that you would never do so. He is glad that you decided to spend your days with him, glad you were pacient enough to wait for him to learn how to properly love you, glad you let him love you.

The days spent with you are easily the best fragment of Xiao's life. Short-lived, ephemeral, dreamlike, everything. Unforgettable.

He would like to keep you forever. His most selfish, impossible dream is for you to stay forever by his side. Greedy he is, but never enough to burden you with such thoughts. Instead, he took every opportunity he had to spend time with you, no matter what you were doing, he wanted to be there, even if it was in a place he didn't like, he didn't want to waste a single second of your life.

When you depart from the world of the living, a part of him leaves with you.

And, Xiao knew when he fell in love. You would be the death of him.

He won't last long after you leave.

He'll do his best to live, because he knows you would want him to live, but he truly won't be able to do so for long.

Legends will speak of the tragically beautiful love that Liyue's last Yaksha had towards a human, speak of how he learned how to be human for love, of how his love was so intense and pure it was the only thing that kept him tied to the world of the living for years to come.

And when Xiao's time comes, he smiles as he sheds tears and looks up at the infinite blue sky.

When the light leaves his eyes, and his last breath is a sweet proclamation of his everlasting love for you, he knows.

He will see you in another life, in another world.

It took him three betrayals to finally understand: the world is an elaborated tapestry of lies.

It took him pain and humiliation, having his one purpose taken away, for him to understand: just because you want something, that does not mean you will get it. No matter what you do, if the world decides you won't have it, then you won't.

Receiving kindness from the dendro archon was and the blessing of an anemo vision were some of the things that set him on the right path to find his true wishes on his own, but most importantly, your existence in his life made something inside him turn and twist. You filled him with an achingly bittersweet yearning to love and be loved, you made him want to trust, made him willing to endure pain and betrayal if it meant he could spend eternity with you.

Eternity, the concept that his creator was (or still is, he wouldn't know) so obsessed with, obsessed with enough to discard him like worthless dross and abandon him to fend for himself with no instructions or expectations. Now, Wanderer felt as though he could understand her just a bit.

Or maybe a lot.

Eternity stretches things over a long time, but each moment within it becomes all the more fragile.

Nevertheless, when he had you, when you loved him, he finally understood why his mother was so desperate back then to attain eternity. He, too, when affronted with the harsh reality that you and your comforting warmth would not be around for long, desperately wished for a miracle to happen so he could stay forever with you. You living forever or him going with you once you left, he cared not, he only wanted you you you you and nothing else.

But, as he discovered, after long periods of anger and denial over painful feelings, acceptance is sure to come.

You are not like him in the slightest. Born human, with a heart of your own, knowing kindness and happiness from people around you, while his body was just a mere imitation of human flesh, an empty husk unfit for the only task he was created to perform. Yet, you still loved him as though he was not an easily replaceable abomination, but a human.

After you're gone, he cries the most he's ever cried. Rests his head on your chest that has long since stopped moving up and down with your breathing while his ears are met with silence when before he would listen to your comforting heartbeat, and he cries.

It will be long before the life of the Wanderer comes to an end- after all, he was created to endure an eternity functioning. Every dawn and every sunset, every passing breeze and station, he will remind the days you were together, and smile, as the empty space in his chest weeps silently, waiting, longing, hoping there exists a day in which he can meet you again.

For now, now that you're not with him anymore, he would simply keep walking, chasing the breeze that blows on a bright afternoon.

fallinfl0wers. 2022.

summary: in which xiao learns that nobody can be strong forever.

genre: angst, (lots of) hurt/comfort

warnings: graphic descriptions, mentions of death, psychological torment. in short: karmic debt isn’t sunshines and roses.

word count: around 3k

other: gn!reader, relationship can be interpreted as romantic or platonic

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𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔎.

Dust. Black dust. That was what everything turned to, in the end.

The mitachurl on the end of his polearm gurgled weakly, spearhead lodged deep in its abdomen. Xiao wrenched the blade out and the creature sank to its knees, clutching the wound with clawed hands, before emitting one final groan and losing itself to the soot-like particles flaking off its fur. 

With a sigh of wind, the black dust was carried away, and there remained no sign of the hilichurls that once inhabited this camp. 

Xiao watched the particles disperse. This was but a mere scratch on the surface of the evil that roamed the grounds of Liyue, and an insignificant victory when compared to the number of monsters that still lived, roamed, and killed as they pleased.

He tch-ed and turned away, holding his polearm close to his side. There would no doubt be smaller camps surrounding such a huge one as this, and it was his duty to dispose of every last inhabitant. After that, he would find another camp, and then another, until either he or the monsters met their permanent end. Such was the nature of his duty; and one he had come to accept long ago.

As he walked, Xiao became aware of a light pulsing sensation in his head, like a drum beating against his skull. Not strong enough to be painful, but a nuisance nonetheless. He pushed it down with a scowl and kept walking. 

It always started like this. No doubt the real pain would set in soon. 

And when it did, he would withdraw to Qingyun Peak, as always, where no one could hear him scream.

——————

A few days later, the thrum in his head was still there when, at dusk, he heard his name called on the wind. Stronger, but still bearable. For now.

In a flash, Xiao was no longer in the grassy fields of Guili Plains, but on the wood-panelled floorboards of Wangshu Inn’s balcony. You were leaning on the railing, looking out at the landscape, and perked up when you saw him.

He had grown used to these meetings some time ago. Despite always emphasising that you ought to only speak his name in emergencies, he had never found the heart to ignore your evening calls (and berated himself for it each time). 

“You called,” he said, a little gruffly.

“I did, yes.” You uncrossed your arms from the wooden railing and turned to face him. A light breeze tugged at your hair. “And you know why.”

You raised a knowing look to him, and Xiao looked away. He muttered eventually beneath his breath, “No, I haven’t eaten anything today.”

“Hm. I knew it.” 

Xiao rolled his eyes, but accepted your invitation to sit at a nearby table nonetheless. On it sat a plate of almond tofu, the smooth, pale skin of the cubed slices shining in the inn’s warm lights. A delicate aroma rose into the air, faint but sweet. Beside the plate were laid a pair of polished wooden chopsticks. 

You pulled out a chair and sat opposite him. “I made it this time,” you said, catching Xiao’s wide-eyed stare at the plate. “I thought I may as well stop bothering Smiley Yanxiao and learn the recipe myself. He helped me a bit, but I’m hoping it’s not going to be too awful.”

“It looks nice,” Xiao offered. You thanked him. 

He thinks you were saying something when the pulse in his head flared with a sudden intensity. His vision blurred for a moment and Xiao sucked in a breath through his teeth, raising the back of his palm to his temple. His skin was feverish, and he grimaced distastefully. It usually took longer to accumulate than this. 

A hazy voice floated through the slow mud of his mind.

“Xiao? Are you okay?”

He blinked and took a moment to remember where he was. 

“Oh. Yes,” he said, and forced down a lump of pain in his throat, mumbling a quiet apology. You frowned, not quite convinced, but questioned him no further. “Did you say something earlier?”

“Oh, yeah. I was asking if you wanted to try a bit of the tofu and tell me if it’s any good.”

He nodded. You pushed the plate and chopsticks towards him, and watched intently as he raised a cube of the dessert to his mouth.

When he bit into the cube, he thought he had risen to Celestia. Smooth and irresistibly silky, the tofu dissolved on his tongue with the subtle taste of almonds and apricot, and Xiao had to keep himself from melting back into the chair.

Your eager eyes widened, taking in every detail of his reaction. 

“So, uh. Is it acceptable?” you asked. Xiao cleared his throat and hastily composed himself.

“It is… good,” he managed. Truly, it was more than good, but he was lost for the right words to describe it with. Regardless, you relaxed and released a sigh of relief.

He placed another cube in his mouth, and briefly marvelled at how perfect the texture was. The hints of a smile eased onto his face. Smiley Yanxiao had taught you well.

That was when the pulse struck again, surging in his skull with a heavy throb. It felt like a burst of flame had set his senses alight. His vision flashed white, then black, and he froze, hands shaking.

No. Not now. Any time but now. 

His chopsticks clattered to the plate. You leaned forward, concern lining your voice.

“Xiao?”

He tried to shake his head, but his body wouldn’t move. All his neck gave was a tense twitch before the pulse erupted through his senses with the force of a hammer swing. He staggered backwards, clutching his head, eyes wide and transfixed with silent terror. 

His vision began to spin. Colours ran into each other like watercolours on a canvas, till all he could see were meaningless blurs. A distorted voice called out to him in alarm, but it sounded distant, and he couldn’t make out the words. 

The throb grew stronger. All he could feel were the waves of hot dizziness that swallowed him whole each time another pulse resounded within his skull. He could no longer distinguish up from down nor left from right, and his insides lurched like a ship tossed upon violent waves, hopeless to change his situation. Somewhere in front of him, he saw four copies of you, blurred and moving in unison. Black tendrils like smoke rolled in waves from his skin, thick with the stench of evil. A hand came to hold his shoulder but he knocked it away.

You shouldn’t see him like this. He could hurt you. He had to go. Get away from here. Now.

“Leave,” he forced out in a snarl. 

You swallowed, struggling to keep your voice calm. “Xiao, tell me how I can help y—“

“I said leave!”

He stumbled away from you, and could discern the crying out of his name before his surroundings shifted from the balcony of Wangshu Inn to Qingyun Peak’s stony spire, where he pitched forwards and staggered to keep himself upright. 

Xiao clenched his eyes shut and seethed through his teeth, struggling to keep his torment at bay.

When he opened them again, they were there.

Bodies. Everywhere. 

He could see them. Stained with red. Rising from the ground which they were strewn upon. Strewn upon by him. Deformed and grotesque, misshapen with injuries. Some monster, some human. Groaning. Pleading. Moving closer, merging and changing, like a swarm of flies. Crying out for mercy. For revenge.

The pulse in his head grew stronger. It beat on his senses with heat until it burned to even think. To even breathe. Wave after wave of nausea struck him. He fell to his knees. 

Agony erupted in his gut like a knife twisting inside his intestines. Hot pain engulfed his senses. He tried to gasp, breathless with pain, but the air was knocked out of him. His vision spun. Sometimes black, sometimes red. Dark blots throbbed in the corners of his vision, swimming. Appearing and disappearing. Shudders wracked his body. He couldn’t move. Bile rose in his throat. It tasted bitter. He coughed, choking in his own darkness. It came out in flecks of red. 

Another spasm of heat. A wave of fire consumed his senses. His mind was burning. He clutched his head, pounding with heat, mad with delirium. 

Voices. So many of them. In his head. Shouting. Sobbing. Begging. Screaming. Screeching. Pleading. 

Have mercy, they pleaded. Please. Spare me. Spare my child. Spare my wife. Please don’t— 

—A monster. You’re a—

Spare my friend.

We did nothing—

—Monster—

—Wrong.

Spare—

They rose to a wordless clamour of noise clamping down upon his skull. Too loud. Too much. Voices of the long dead screaming in his ears.

Something hot was streaming from his eyes. He choked on tears. The black dust of bodies clogged his throat like soot. He couldn’t breathe.

More pain. Stronger this time. Like an explosion in his head. A firework bursting behind his eyes, showering him in red. Darkness all around him, inside him, rolling from him in thick pulses. Alive. Eating him alive. A burning rupture of pain in his stomach. Vision flashing white and black and red. His head was reeling. More voices. The price for the blood on his hands.

He doubled over, and was vaguely aware of a scream clawing its way out of his throat. 

——————

When he slipped back into consciousness, Xiao found himself on a mattress. He forced weighty eyelids open and surmised by the familiar floorboards and scent of sandbearer wood that this was most likely one of the guest rooms in Wangshu Inn. The sky outside the window was a pale pink splashed with orange: sunrise.

He tried to sit up, only for his limbs to scream in protest. He fell back down onto the bed, head still spinning the world into circles.

“Don’t get up yet,” a voice chided from his right. “You need to recover after something like that.”

Craning his neck, Xiao saw you crouching beside the bed. Though your voice was soft as you spoke, the firm line of your lips spoke of your displeasure.

How much of it had you seen? Had he hurt you? How had you even fo—

“An adventurer found you at Qingyun Peak,” you continued, as if reading his mind. “She took you to Bubu Pharmacy and then Baizhu came over and dropped you off without any further elaboration except for a stupidly overpriced medication…” You trailed off, the fiddling of your hands betraying your concern. There was a silence, too long, that spanned between you. Xiao was looking at a spot on the floor. He didn’t want to meet your eyes.

“That was… your karmic debt, right?” you asked quietly. Xiao dipped his head in the fraction of a nod. 

How shameful. 

“You should not have had to see me like that,” he mumbled. His tone was bitter, but the sharpness was directed at himself more than you. “I apologise.”

“No, it’s… if anything, I should have known more about it earlier.”

Xiao shook his head resolutely. “My karmic debt is dangerous for mortals. Merely being around me at that time would be too much for you. And…” he scowled at himself, and mumbled quietly, “you should not have to see me so weak.” He spat out the word like saying it left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I would rather see you weak in front of me than suffering alone on some mountaintop.”

“No,” he said. “Weakness is for mortals. I should not have it at all, much less allow others to… observeit.”

Memories of his karmic debt flashed in his mind, and he suppressed a shudder. There was still a slight pulsing in his head. In truth, it never really went away. 

Xiao was repulsed by himself. You may forgive him for his vulnerability, but he would never do the same. He had let his mask slip around you. He had shown you the monster he was and still could be. The crazed, weakened monster with a mind lost to torture.

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Why not?”

He clenched his eyes shut. “Because I have to be strong,” he muttered through gritted teeth. It was a fight to keep his voice from shaking. At his side, his hand balled into a trembling fist. “For Liyue. For its people. For you.”

You were silent, but Xiao felt a hand close around his own. When you spoke his name after a moment, he stiffened and angled his face away from you.

“Xiao, look at me,” you repeated, firmness within the gentle tone of your voice. 

He hesitated, then slowly turned his eyes to meet yours. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and said quietly, “Nobody can be strong forever. No matter how brave or skilled you may be. Even the best of us have to be weak sometimes.” The look in your eyes softened. “Even you.”

He clenched his jaw, tight, and pulled his hand back to his side. “No. You do not understand. In my line of duty, weakness is death.” Then he muttered, so quietly that you almost missed it, “That is how the other yakshas met their end.”

“It doesn’t have to be yours,” you frowned. “Just let yourself be human, Xiao. For your own sake. The wars of the past are over, and you can rest now. You don’t have to keep denying—“

“I’m not denying anything,” he snapped. The frost in his eyes chilled you. “I am not human. I am a weapon, made for slaughter, not to… feel.”

“Nobody is saying that except for you.”

“Then they are fools. As long as any monsters still exist in Liyue, my duty is not fulfilled.”

He heard you sigh sharply through your nose. “Humans are able to defend themselves, Xiao,” you said, an element of frustration rising in your voice. “We’re not helpless anymore.”

He scowled. Could you not understand that this was the very reason for his existence? That he was built for killing, not frolicking around like mortals? Why were you pressing so hard to deny this fact?

“Do you not see?” he growled. “People will die if I can’t be strong.”

“And you’ll die if you don’t learn how to be weak!”

The outburst left you before you could hold it back. Xiao fell silent, staring at you with affronted perplexity. A hot sting pricked your eyes and a fire burned in your throat. You sighed to compose yourself and continued slowly, trying to flatten the quaver in your voice.

“The adventurer who found you said you looked half-dead. So what I mean is… you can’t keep going like this. Fighting until you… break. Throwing yourself out on the front lines because you’re so sure that nobody will care when you’re gone.” There was a fracture in your voice, and you swallowed. He saw the rise and fall of your shoulders as you forced out a shaking sigh. “Well, guess what? I care. And I will notstand by and watch as you drive yourself to death.”

Xiao’s skin prickled. A memory he had thought long forgotten surfaced in his mind. 

A deep voice, chiding him like a brother. The weight of a large hand on his shoulder.

“You really should relax more, Alatus. You don’t have to be so pent-up all the time.”

“Yeah! We’re here for you, you know?” A higher voice, and a bright smile beneath a mane of fiery hair. “The least you could do is give us a smile now and again.”

Chuckles from all around, and a young General Alatus stiffening with embarrassment.

He forced down what felt like a lump of broken glass in his throat. A crack splintered inside his chest, and he clenched his fist to force the feeling down. Nails dug into skin, but the crack remained stubbornly in place, aching. 

“So please, Xiao,” you whispered. “Let yourself be weak. Just for a day.”

With those words, the walls he had built around himself— those tall, impermeable walls which had always guarded the burden of his heart so closely— shattered like porcelain. 

The dam always holding them back in pieces, a thousand years of torment came rushing back to him in a flood.

Xiao felt a bead of salty water land on his hand. Then a second came, and a third after that. A whimper slipped from his lips before he could stop it. He clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling the edges of his fingers grow damp with tears. The sting in his heart was tender and aching; a wound left untreated for millennia too long.

His shoulders began to quake, first with silent weeping, then with heavy sobs that wracked his whole body and tore through him like a hurricane, wringing the breath from his lungs and leaving him choking for air.

An arm encircled his trembling body and held him silently. Xiao pounced upon the gesture as if for dear life, clutching your torso with such a desperate strength that the pressure of his grip threatened to crush your ribs. So long he had spent protecting others, with not one soul to protect him. After such time, even one fleeting embrace was enough, and now he was terrified to let go. To be all alone. Again.

Sob after heaving sob left him, raw and broken, and his tears pooled into a damp spot on your clothing. You combed a hand through his hair, and felt your own heart ache for the yaksha who had never been taught how to feel. Xiao buried his face further into the fabric of your clothing and clenched it so tightly in his fists that his knuckles turned white. 

In a voice barely above a whisper, he choked out, “It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” you whispered back. Then you pulled him closer still, and held him in silence.

That night, Xiao was no yaksha. Nor was he the Conqueror of Demons, or a slaughterer, or a protector of Liyue. That night, he was a boy, lost and afraid, crying for innocence stolen from him aeons ago.

And for the first time in far, far too long, Xiao allowed himself to be weak.

haii !! if youre comfortable with it i would like to request xiao with the prompt "Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." for your drabble event. fem or gn pronouns / descriptiona are fine in my opinion. other than that no other specificities you can write it however youd like, im looking forward to it if you do !!

Hello! Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

CW: TALKS ABOUT OBSESSION, IMPRISONMENT, YANDERE.

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“Xiao, let me out, please?..” You cried out, reaching out for him from your cell, the room was cold, even though you had more than enough blankets and trinkets to keep you busy in your prison.

“I can’t, I really can’t..” he whispered softly, letting himself indulge in your touch as he slid your hand onto his cheek, you could feel his tired sigh into your palms.

“Yes, you can. Please, Xiao. If the Qixing finds out what you’ve done, they’ll-“ He hissed at the mention of another, baring his fangs at you, angered. You backed off in surprise at Xiao’s sudden behaviour. Xiao felt annoyed that you kept asking the one thing he could not give you, your freedom.

Xiao knew this was wrong, he felt it in his skin when he tightened the chains on your wrists, or how he fed you through the bars of your cells like a dog. Xiao knew, but he also knew that it was necessary, to keep you here. You wouldn’t be put in jeopardy, nor would you feel anything other than happiness, nor you would never need to call his name for anything else other than his attention.

You were safe, he repeated to himself like a mantra. He purposefully ignored the way you cried for him to let you go, for him to remove the chains and let you see the daylight not from a small window of the cell. It tortured him that you needed more than just him.

Why must you ask for the day? Or for your freedom, when you have him? Why must you ask for everything else other than him?

Xiao slammed his fists into the bars of your cell, it rattled in response. You feared the worst, knowing that although this adeptus had cared and tended to most of Liyue, he was still a force not to be reckoned with. Your lips quivered in fright as you anticipated what Xiao would do next as he huffed, trying to calm himself.

“Xiao..please.” You whimpered out, scared. Your fear intensified as he opened the cell door, he only ever entered when you’ve done something wrong, and for once you didn’t know what could’ve ever set him off to be as angry with you.

Xiao was never proud of being angry with you, even if he was an adeptus who struggled to deal with his karma and his feelings, he hated doing anything else besides making you happy.

Xiao walked towards you, his bangs covering his eyes as his steps felt dreadful to your soul. He stopped right in front of you before he crouched down, looking through his bangs, at you and your feared expression.

A hand was reached towards your face, his thumb placing itself into the corner of your lips, the rough fabric of the leather made you flinch, Xiao continuing to swipe it over. You were so confused that you failed to notice the tingling feeling it gave as he traced your lips.

When Xiao was satisfied at admiring your features, he leaned in to give you a kiss on your forehead, before leaning away. Something in you compelled to ask what and why he did that for.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. You were silent. Xiao watched you try to speak. A ghost of a smile was on his face as he got his results. He had done something, and he won’t tell you. Well, he hasn’t told you because you can’t ask.

You opened your mouth once again, not a single vocal sound came out, you tried to scream, to cry, to call for Xiao, your hands instantly wrapped around your throat as you felt yourself become even more frustrated.

Xiao didn’t want to look at you as you threw your tantrum, more so because he didn’t want to come face to face of the measures he had to take. Xiao didn’t want to see the heartbreak in your eyes when he takes another fragile piece of your freedom once again, your speech.

Xiao left the cell, closing and locking you in once again, his face refusing to turn to you. Xiao started to walk away from you, from what he had done, when a huge clang hit the bars. He looked back, seeing a small wooden trinket on the floor, he had carved it for you.

You huffed and panted in anger, staring at him with rage and disbelief. Xiao could only open his mouth and—

“Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good.”

You were appalled at his response to your fit of anger, your jaw dropping in disbelief.

“So please, just let me take care of you.”

" my oath to you . "

pairing : xiao x f!reader

genre : smut with plot, angst themes/undertones

tw! : near-death experience on reader's side, mentions of blood

summary : when you accidentally get into a life-threatening situation, the vigilant yaksha struggles to control his feelings. he had to feel you, he just had to inhale your scent, listen to your beating heart, and perhaps more.

warnings : sexual content, overprotective behavior, slight obsessive tendency mention, unprotected sex pussy-drunken state mention, emotional sex, cumming inside etc

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You barely had time to breathe when you inevitably noticed the utter severity of your circumstances. Shiver travelled down your spine, your body tensing up in fear of what seemed like it would result in death with one trivial mistake. After all, you were unfortunately aware of the sheer overwhelming number of the agents surrounding you- ten of them as you could see.

"I must say I'm put off by the lack of honor. What could the Fatui want so desperately from a mere Liyue citizen that ten of you come ambushing a single target?" You scoffed at the lack of reply, all that they provided was condescending giggle from some. Clearly, they seem to be perceiving your abilities and words as no more than a pest.

A small voice at the back of your voice demanded- call him. Call his name, you know he'd come for you.

One moment filled with hesitation slipped past your fingertips- there was always possibility of him being preoccupied. Perhaps you could fight them off alone, then find means of escape. You couldn't always rely on him, could you?

Then another moment past, your thoughts were left unanswered as the agents came charging at once. You desperately tried to fight off the ones who came in offense. Holding your stance and defense was the best you could do against them, and even that was proving to be a threatening task. Your stamina was already running low from returning from a lengthy journey, not to mention your electro energy having difficulties breaking through the shields of some.

The voice called out again, this time with more desperation- Call him! You can't last against them, they outnumber you!

You used a significant fraction of your remaining elemental energy and released a shockwave, knocking away the ones close to you to regain gap enough to at least call for Xiao. With half the mind to finally realize your current state was incapable of holding all of them off, your grip on your weapon tightened.

As soon as you could, you opened your mouth and tried to call out for him, only for you to realize moments too late that a pyro agent in front had finished preparing his slash, and was dashing towards you with full speed. Your mouth went dry, eyes wide from fear, panic and- there won't be enough time, not even Xiao could possibly arrive faster than a blink of an eye-

Then your vision went dark.

Temporarily.

All you could remember was a wisp, and then a furious, murderous force of wind knocking away the Fatui agent in front of you. Your body was swept into someone's arms, holding your trembling body with a tight grip. Even without opening your eyes, you could feel the familiarity in his scent, his protective hold on you. You opened your eyes and whispered his name while yearning for nothing more than his blazing warmth enveloping your figure. And judging from your shivering body, the fear from a near-death experience remained very much evident.

"The information was right, we have to report it back to Lord Harbinger!" One of the cicin mages yelled out, signaling the others to escape. With one slash of his polearm, Xiao silently saw to it that the ones attempting to leave were... hindered. The mastery of battle arts he possessed was definitely a sight to behold, you had to admit.

The hand wrapped around your waist tightened, Xiao's mask glowed in an eerier dark color than you remembered. His fury, bloodlust and wrath was almost visible to bare eyes- the air growing thicker each passing minute. Xiao made the slightest of movements, and he was keeping the Fatui agents unable to escape, yet still wounding them little by little. Almost as if he was deliberately taking his time.

You flinched slightly when a cicin mage let out a bloodcurdling scream from whatever blow Xiao landed on her, you avoided looking at them when you could. Xiao surely then, noticed your uneasiness with the sight of blood.

Placing you on the ground gently, Xiao ripped out a long strip from fabric on his sleeve. With incredible amount of stone-cold calmness, he wrapped the fabric around your eyes, like a blindfold.

"Don't move and keep the fabric on your eyes." Even with your sight obscured, you felt calm since Xiao was there with you. As long as he was there, you knew no harm would come. You nodded, silently remembering once again that he could have easily ended the battle the moment he arrived. That he could have swung his spear with one precise blow and possibly ended all of their lives with no more than a lift of his finger. You gulped, since it left only one option as to why he had been taking his time with them. Perhaps he did not see the reason why as to their death should be quick and clean.

Surely enough, their voices did not quiet down as fast as you expected. Your brows furrowed in slight discomfort from how some sounded like they were pleading for mercy, and then the eerie silence following. Stopping Xiao didn't seem like an option, however. After all, you imagine you too, would finish someone off yourself if they had threatened Xiao's life.

Amidst your thoughts, you noticed that it had finally fallen silent around you. When you reached for the fabric around your eyes, Xiao's gloved hand prevented you from taking it off.

"Keep it on." I don't want you to see this brutality- this evil I'm bound to commit as long as I walk this earth. Xiao's thoughts echoed silently inside the safety of his mind, the idea of you being frightened by him leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

To you, Xiao's voice sounded ambiguous, like he wasn't even sure on how he felt then. The both of you struggled to find words to say when he lifted your body with ease (being an adeptus, this proved itself to be an action of utmost ease to him), and teleported to where you expected to be your familiar room in Wangshu Inn.

Your vision slightly wavered from the sudden light when Xiao slowly pulled the fabric off your eyes. When your sight cleared, there stood Xiao, amber eyes fixated on scanning from your head to toe for signs of injuries. Surely enough, minor ones were bound to be left behind.

"You're hurt." You two murmured at the same time to one another. You referred to the slight cut on his forearm, a small one that you imagine is stinging like hell at that point. Xiao's brows furrowed as he kneeled down and slowly caressed your calf. You hadn't even noticed the slight scrape on your lower calf, it didn't hurt at all.

"It's fine, I can't feel anything really." You tried to comfort Xiao, but his expression visibly fell somber.

"Did you kill them?" In an attempt to divert his attention from your scrape, you managed to ask him the question in slight curiosity, slight concern on what his answer would be. After all, if he had really killed them, would that be a diplomatic problem for Liyue and Snezhnaya? They were usually regarded as diplomats, after all.

"I don't fancy murdering humans." Noticing your concerned expression, Xiao replied curtly. His sullen expression never changed.

"Why didn't you call out for me?" His voice was eerily grim, cold. The tone he used cut through your heart like a knife, and perhaps you deserved his brusque attitude after what you got yourself into.

"You didn't call my name, not once. What were you thinking?" Xiao's voice got louder as he spoke, roaring and demanding answers from you. You had never seen him like this, absolute fury burning in his eyes, his grip on your ankle grew tighter as well. You avoided looking at him, squirming in what felt like regret, the discomfort making your stomach drop.

Xiao's heart was beating too loud, too fast for his liking. Just the mere thought of your helpless expression when that lowlife attacked you, how your mouth fell open and no sound left them, all of what he had seen sent a bloodcurdling feeling of terror, horror through his veins. Heavens, he was about to lose you. On the land he was sworn to defend. The events flashed in his mind like a rewound tape, Xiao clutched his shirt in frustration and lack of awareness on how to control this swarm of unsettling emotions.

"I saw it, the hesitation in you. Do you- lack faith in me that much?" Xiao's golden eyes glistened in what looked like conflict. His mind raced with millions of thoughts, what if he had lost you there? What if he wasn't there around the area? What if he didn't make it in time? He gritted his teeth, the realization that mere swift connection of coincidence and luck were what allowed him to save you today made his blood boil. Not from you calling his name, just because coincidentally he happened to be around the area. Otherwise... he refused to think further if things were otherwise.

"...I'm sorry, Alatus. I really am." You didn't have any other words to say, fully shouldering your irresponsible, immature thoughts of solving the problem alone that had almost cost you your life. You kneeled down as well, and grabbed Xiao's hand. Slowly slipping off his gloves after seeing that he didn't seem to mind, you held his both hands in yours in an attempt to calm him down. You were holding his hands in yours, skin warm, alive and breathing in front of him. This was the least you could do.

Xiao half-hated how you managed to calm his racing thoughts and heart with a mere touch of your skin. It made him feel vulnerable sometimes, but today he didn't have the privilege to question such trivial matters. As he once again glanced at your slight scrape that looked like it may start bleeding, he suddenly remembered how you looked when he came to your rescue. Trembling like a leaf, your eyes avoiding the sight of blood- blood he unfortunately was too used to. The sight, smell, texture on his skin or clothes, everything about it was nothing unusual for the vigilant yaksha. But just then in his arms, Xiao painfully remembered how you tremble even in his hold. Blood scared you, murder, death, violence... they all scared you. Of course it would- he had half the mind to remember that you were a fragile mortal. You should be scared of them, naturally. But does that not mean that you were bound to be scared of him, too?

Once again, Xiao's rational mind failed to function for once. His golden eyes only held his instincts as far as you could see.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened at Xiao's words. You had scarcely ever heard those words from him before. Even if he did say it, he would normally whisper in a tone quieter than the calm nocturnal breeze, as if he didn't even want you to hear him. But just now, he-

"I love you." Once again, Xiao repeated with the same voice, unwavering, almost confident tone in his confession.

The moment your eyes met, his breath is on yours in a heartbeat, lips molding against one another like second nature. You shivered slightly when he pulled you closer by cupping your face with two shivering hands, his slightly calloused bare hands always felt pleasant on your skin. Amidst your relief and blood rushing to your head from the overwhelming emotions, Xiao whispered the precious words of oath tenderly again. Once and twice more, you lost count with how intensely he embraced you in his warmth.

“I love you.” Again, he whispered against your lips. You sighed into the kiss, slightly taking notice of his vocal tone- you were certain you had never heard this hopelessness? want? from his normally monotonous voice before. He sounded so... expressive. Just as you tried to reply, your chance was stolen again with how desperately he clung onto you, his kiss mesmerizing as always.

In the heat of the moment, Xiao pushed you to the bed, not parting your connected lips and laced his fingers with yours. You barely managed to gasp into the kiss when he firmly pressed- or rather, slammed your slightly-trembling hands to the mattress. After he pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, he took a few moments gazing at you. You couldn’t help but frown at his complex expression whilst he lightly caressed your body under him. His amber eyes were as radiant as they were in your lovestruck daydreams.

Leaning in closer, Xiao took a moment to rest his head in the space between your neck and shoulder. His tense body visibly relaxed against the warmth of your body while trying to steady his shaky breath to listen to the sound of your heartbeat better. After all, you were okay. God, after all the chaos that struck, after everything that happened- you were okay, you were with him… alive underneath him. He thought he lost you. He saw you- He- He saw all too clearly how you gazed at him. He saw the look in your eyes with gaze full of fear, panic when you couldn't even manage to whisper his name for one last time and- fuck, his mind clouded over with wrath, disappointment, and concern again-

You noticed how his face almost grimaced, eyebrows furrowed in deep concern and worry. With how tightly he was holding you, pressing his lips, kissing every inch of your skin he could, it was hard not to notice. With a deep sigh, you lightly pulled your hand away. Your original intention was to caress his cheeks to calm him down as little as you could.

“Xiao- ”Well, at least attempted to before Xiao’s eyes shot open and slammed your hands back down again.

“Don’t.” You took a sharp breath and stared at him with wide eyes at his sudden actions, making his expression soften once more apologetically. Even if he didn’t verbally express it, you knew how hard he tried to treat you gently, kindly as mortals expressed.

“… Please. Let me feel you.” You relaxed and caressed his hand holding yours with your thumb, taking notice of his pleading gaze. It was ultimately your fault too, endangering your mortal self as he criticized often. You gulped and pushed away the frightening thoughts of what could’ve- what was about to happen if Xiao hadn’t sensed you- if Xiao had arrived merely a millisecond later than he did.

Xiao's entwined fingers pinned your hands down deeper as he placed chaste kisses on your neck. You couldn't help the sigh of pleasure, his lips simply scattered what seemed like innocent kisses on you. Your relaxed state changed when he started sucking, greedily inhaling your scent and nibbling on your sensitive skin. Even the smallest scrape of his sharp fangs made your back arch, whining in his ear for more.

The concept of leaving marks on your lover's body never appealed to Xiao much. When he saw you, his eyes always adored how pretty your skin looked, clean, unbruised and unhurt. The body he worshipped and loved more than anything, he frankly did not understand why leaving bruise-marks were desirable. Until now.

"X-Xiao?" You noticed how he was attempting to leave hickeys on purpose, to your surprise. This is new. He pulled his hands away from yours and instead placed one on your shoulder, other gripping your jaw to offer him space to leave his marks.

"Stay still." His authoritative tone sent a wave of arousal through your body, more so when Xiao sunk his fangs around the hickeys forming on your neck. You couldn't help but notice how restless Xiao was today, his actions and kisses all felt desperate, needy.

"You're beautiful." While you were overwhelmed with how his hands were pulling at your clothes and barely wasting any moment to dive right back into worshipping your body. Every inch of you was his to mark, kiss, and adore. Even tarnish, if he pleased. A twisted sense of pride overtook his senses.

His hands felt incredibly warm against your burning skin, every inch of you yearning to feel more of Xiao. His hands explored your body, caressing, grabbing and undressing as he saw fit. Your hands also moved on its own to undress him, revealing his toned chest, a pretty sight to behold. As soon as you were done with taking off his clothes, he pushed you down again, lips planted onto yours in a shared vigorous kiss. A fresh sense of arousal flared through your body from how different he was today, he wasn't as careful and gentle as he was. No, he was commanding, desperate, needy and... And you liked it a little bit too much perhaps.

"Xiao..." You suddenly felt unable to wait any more, you needed to feel him inside. Peppering kisses down your body, he hastily pulled at your trousers and underwear, then gazed at you from in between your legs. The sight alone had your breath hitching in excitement.

"I- I can't take it anymore, can you..." You found yourself stumbling over your words when Xiao's warm tongue licked a stripe on your inner thigh, peppering soft kisses towards your glistening cunt. He ran his fingers over your heat, faintly reminded that your wetness was a proof on how much of an effect he had on you. Xiao's sight was fixated on your expression as he left love bites on your inner thighs as he did with your neck, his amber eyes darkened in insatiable lust. The similar pride from earlier clouded his senses each time your face twisted and moans left your puffy lips.

Pride. Yes, that's what he felt. After all, only he could do this to you, make you feel this way- Make you his.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard rustles of Xiao taking off his remaining clothes. His normally neat hair was slightly messy, radiant golden eyes much darker and clouded than your memory serves. He pressed your foreheads together, leaning in as close as he could. Your warmth calmed him down, perfect body molding so prettily in his hands.

"I love you." Your heart swelled with a swarm of emotions from how vocal he was. Finally for the first time today, you had the chance to reply.

"I love you, Alatus." You circled your arms around his shoulders, attempting to feel him closer. That was all he needed to hear.

Your mouth fell open when Xiao sunk his length into your cunt, your nails digging into his shoulders in desperation. The dull pain mixed with the pleasure of being stretched open clouded your senses, your body tightening around him in natural response. Almost immediately when he pushed all the way in, both of you let out a sigh of pleasure.

When he finally notices the relaxing in your muscles and perceives your comfort, Xiao begins moving against your heat. With every thrust, your cunt seemed to suck him in as he dragged himself out to the very tip, then slamming it back in. Your cheeks felt hot to the touch when lewd sounds of skin slapping and mattress not-so-subtly creaking filled the room. Two bodies burning with desire, love and lust, your vision went hazy form the overwhelming emotions and physical pleasure. Before you could tell, you had absolutely zero control over your voice as you let out the embarrassingly loud moans spill despite your attempt to restrict it.

Xiao's burning gaze never left your face, your eyes and how your body reacted to him. His brain short-circuited, entirety of his thoughts were screaming - (name). (name). (name). He greedily observed, drank in your body’s reaction to him. If this is how he can make you look and sound- He wanted more.

"You're so beautiful..." Xiao molded his lips against yours as soon as the words left his mouth, sucking on your tongue in a needy manner. His quiet moans escaped into the kiss, along with your gasp when his hands hold onto your waist and slams harder into you. His pace remained stable, yet his forceful, deep thrusts sent shocks of pleasure through your body. When he proceeded to grind lewdly against your core, your voice trembled as a high-pitched moan was ripped out of you. Xiao noticed how your body tensed up, amber eyes observing you in a lust-driven stare. The higher he realized he could take you, the greedier he became for your pleasure.

You were acutely aware of Alatus' gaze on you, his stare was never subtle to start with. The hungry look in his eyes, the way he had his way with your body, he didn't even look like he was fucking you into the mattress for his own pleasure. In fact, his eyes darkened, pace got faster each time your moans got louder. Your pleasure was his greatest oasis- to a man starved to quench his thirst.

"I'm all yours" You managed to form the words that's been lumped at your throat for the entirety of today. Xiao's eyes briefly glossed over in pleasant surprise.

"I'm yours, Alatus. I love you, I love you so much." You ran your fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes. He looked the prettiest on top of you like this.

Suddenly like a switch flipped in his head, Xiao grabbed your hands and resumed his hard, deep thrusts. Only this time, the pace got faster as each moment passes by. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything else other than the sweet sensation of his thick cock filling you to the brim and forcing out sounds you didn’t know you could produce. When he dragged his veiny cock over your sensitive spot, you shuddered at the feeling.

With each moan he heard from you, the hazier Xiao's mind became. You were with him for life, you loved him as he did you. Your hearts were one and you were his- his, his, his. All his.

As the possessive thoughts flooded his senses, Xiao grabbed onto your hips harshly and started moving your body in response to meet his thrusts. The way he forced his raw cock, used your body to freely match his pace sent a flare of heat through your body, the arousal coating Xiao's cock almost starting to drip onto the sheets.

"Y-You like this." Xiao's voice trembled subtly in sight of pleasure, yet his authoritative tone withheld. You nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent sentences without stumbling over your words.

"Tell me what I can do- more to make you feel better" Your pussy clenched around his cock even more when he asked so adorably how to please you. Pulling your hips against his even harder, you noticed his set-pace faltering as his orgasm approached rapidly.

"I'm already really close-" You managed to reply and reached out to rub your clit against his movements. The moment you started flicking, circling your clitoris, an electric feeling of pleasure made you moan out loud, your vision slowly fading to white. Trails of fire was threatening to break loose in your lower stomach, your high approaching. With a violent shudder, your orgasm hit you hard, like a wave of burning flames taking over your figure.

The sight of you so desperate for him was what sent Xiao over the edge. His beautiful, beautiful lover, all his under him. His own eyes glossed over in pussy-drunken state, he couldn't stop his hips, he just couldn't go another second without the intoxicating feeling of your warmth squeeze around him. Your body twitched from the dull aftershocks of overstimulation, yet you still wanted more. So did Xiao.

You see, the more he indulged in his pleasure-driven force, the greedier Alatus felt. All he wanted was more, more of you, more of your body, pretty moans, and this overflowing emotions, warmth in his chest- (love).

I want you, I want all of you- Xiao wanted to whisper into your ear, repeat it until you finally realized how desperate he was for you. Perhaps it was beyond greedy to desire more of you while fucking you, but it was of no importance. From how tight you squeezed around him when you came so prettily, all of the memories and your beauty overwhelmed him- and just as he drank in your overstimulated sight, Xiao's movements went tense. His cock pulsated inside you, and you gripped the sheets in an attempt to keep what little shred of sanity left in you. Both of you panted, basking in each other's afterglow.

With an endearing look in his eyes, Xiao leaned in closer to claim your lips once more. You smiled into the kiss,

and the rest was history.