In Your Dreams | M.
in your dreams | m.
pairing: xiao/f!reader
wc: 7.140
genre: smut, hurt/comfort
cw: exes to lovers
tags: past toxic relationship, alluded past abuse, blood and violence, xiaos love language is touch, soft!xiao, dom!xiao, fingering, squirting, wet&messy, spitting (lit once), reassurance kink, very mild dumbification, dacryphilia if u squint, aftercare
summary: your life had finally become normal without him. but it took one encounter to undo a millennia of hard work.
note: it isn't specified what reader is but she is not human and is very old as well as she's known xiao for a long, long time.
+ also adepti do not need sleep in this fic so!!!
this blog is a dark content blog please dni if you don't like it.
Winding up at Wangshu Inn wasn’t in your plans. Tired and worn out, a sudden thunderstorm was the final straw.
You climbed the steps of the Inn, out of breath by the time you reached the front desk. Your room was cozy for the most part, so much so that you felt out of place soaking wet and dripping onto the wooden floors.
You didn’t even have a change of clothes. You opted to shed your outermost layers, the thick material having kept your undergarments dry for the most part. Hanging up your soaking clothes, you place a towel on the floor to catch the dripping water and climb into bed.
The sound of thunder and rain lulled you into a restless nap to pass the time.
It wasn’t often that you dreamt. In fact, many years had passed since you recall dreaming. This one was particularly vivid. Featuring a face you had hoped to never see again.
The golden eyes of your ex lover sent shivers down your spine. The wind blew, tousling his hair every which way. He stared at you, regarding you with the same neutral face you’d known him to wear for all of his existence.
Still as cold as ever, he didn’t speak.
Just as you opened your mouth to say something first, you jolt awake.
You frown and sit up in bed, the sheets falling around your waist haphazardly. Running a hand through your hair, you wince as your fingers catch the tangles.
“I see you still enjoy sleeping...like some kind of human,” the familiar voice has you gasping, whipping around to look at where the voice came from.
He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are closed, almost as if he were tired but you know that’s not the case.
You scoff, “I knew you were here. Awfully bold of you...sneaking into my dream like that.”
He doesn’t say anything more. It’s silent after that, save or the lightning striking the ground occasionally, mixed with the white noise of raindrops.
“Why are you here Xiao?” you finally ask, knowing that beating around the bush will get you nowhere with him.
“Why are you here?” he retorts, finally opening his eyes to glare at you, “You knew I was staying in this Inn yet you come here anyway. But you still have the audacity to ask me why I’m here?”
“I didn’t know you were staying here,” you spit, suddenly remembering you’re in only your bra and panties. You casually pull the sheet back up to cover yourself.
“That’s a lie,” he scoffs, finally pushing himself away from the wall, “Are you that desperate for my attention that you come crawling back to me under the guise of a mistake in hopes I’ll take you back? Pathetic.”
His words sting just as much as the tears filling your eyes, “No,” you spit, tossing the sheet off so you could get out of bed, “I was worn out and got caught in the storm. If you must know, I didn’t know you were here because frankly I avoid learning anything about your whereabouts!”
His eyes follow you as you tug your still wet clothing down from where it was hanging. Its freezing cold against your warm skin and makes you flinch as you begin to put it on.
“Where are you going?” he asks, voice sharp as ever.
“I’m leaving!” you snap, ignoring the way your voice cracks from your tears.
He scoffs, “Of course you are, all you do is run away.”
“You don’t get to say that to me!” you whip around suddenly, “When you’re the one who ran away in the first place!”
He bares his teeth, “I didn’t run from anything. Instead I got rid of something.”
His eyes narrow and you take a moment to look into them. Eyes you once loved held no softness or light that they once had. You barely remember those times, instead all you remember is the hurt.
You don’t have it in you to speak anymore. Everything that needed to be said had already been spoken. Whether it be now or in the past, there was nothing else to say.
He didn’t flinch as you walked past him, shoulder bumping into him as you headed to the door.
“Make sure you don’t come back here,” he spits the final, parting warning.
You pick up your pack and sling it over your shoulder, opening the door and leaving.
When you’re finally gone, he takes a seat on the bed and sighs, eyes unfocused as they stared into nothing. Lost in thought, he doesn’t know how long he sits there for.
The rain doesn’t show any signs of letting up as you continue on your journey. You don’t have any real need for sleep but your body feels worn, overexerted. You do your best to bypass monsters that lurk around, knowing you don’t have the strength to defend yourself.
Any strength you had had been stripped from you the moment you were confronted with Xiao.
His words hurt just as much as they had a millenia ago. The new, negative feelings festered along with the brought up memories of once upon a time.
He always knew just what to say to you. The two of you had known each other perhaps too well. It had allowed him to see every weak spot you had, he had learned exactly what to push to hurt you most. And he always succeeded.
Xiao’s past was not one that was happy. It was filled with pain, anger, and bloodshed. Much of it by his own hands, actions that haunted him. He had been so consumed by it all that he lost control, becoming a volatile nightmare that only sought to hurt and destroy.
And that is exactly what he did.
There hadn’t been a single ounce of hesitation in the words he’d spewed at you. Hands you once loved holding raised in aggression, laughing at the misery that had been painted on your face. You had been scared of him and yet he didn’t show any regret.
It had been naive of you to try to get him back at first. You were so sure that it wasn’t the real Xiao. You knew him to be a soft, gentle man. But in the blink of an eye, it was replaced with hatred and darkness.
Your attempts to redeem yourself in his eyes, to keep him by your side had been in vain. The final time you had met him, almost a millenia ago, had only ended in bloodshed and tears. He had succeeded in damaging everything you had to offer, dealing irreparable damage to your emotions.
You had vowed that you would never allow yourself to be in his presence again. You didn’t even allow yourself to hear his name, all of his tales fell on deaf ears.
The less you knew about him, the better.
It had been peaceful, not knowing of his whereabouts. You would sometimes catch yourself wondering if he was even still alive before vanquishing those thoughts. What did it matter? The man wished death upon you once, laughing all the while.
You shuddered at the memories, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. The cold was seeping in quickly and you felt like all your energy was sucked out.
Under the heavy rainfall, and the absentmindedness of your own thoughts, you didn’t realize the man snuck up on you until you felt the knife plunge into your back.
Hands desperately cupped your cheeks. They were warm, such a contrast to your own cold skin. Your ears were ringing but when your eyes opened a fraction, you could only barely make out the darkened silhouette of a person hovering above you.
When your eyes opened once again, there was no sound. The storm had passed and you were tucked into a bed. It didn’t smell like freshly made laundry, instead it smelled familiar. Like almonds and qingxin flowers. You couldn’t help but melt into it.
After a moment, you heard the door open. It clicked shut softly, no doubt in an effort to let you continue your rest. The figure moved across the floor, footsteps light before you heard the light sound of something heavy being placed on the side table.
The person paused and you kept your eyes closed, sleep almost overcoming you once again. But the soft feeling of fingers on your cheek had you rousing once more.
You didn’t open your eyes, instead allowed the stranger to continue on. They moved away but didn’t leave the room.
Slowly, you opened your eyes.
It was dark out but the room was dimly lit by lanterns, casting a calm, yellow glow around the room. You blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust before looking around.
Your breath caught in your chest as you looked at him. He had his back to you, leaning against the wall once again. But his gaze was cast out the window, unaware of the fact you had awoken. You swallowed nervously at the sight of him, only to realize how parched you were, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. Glancing to the side, you realized the object he had placed had been a pitcher of water. Condensation dripped down from the glass, pooling on the wooden tabletop.
You attempted to sit up, your head swimming as you did but you fought it. The bed creaked as you finally sat up, almost desperately reaching for the pitcher only to realize you had absolutely no strength to pick it up.
Familiar hands intervened, brushing yours away to lift the pitcher up, grabbing the glass he had brought along with it so he could fill it.
Your hands were reaching out for it before he could even offer it. He allowed you to take it, placing the pitcher back down once again. You brought the cup to your lips and took several large gulps before it was ripped from your hands. You gasped and looked up at Xiao to your stolen cup in his hand.
“Drink it slowly,” he orders, rough as usual, “You’ll make yourself feel worse.”
You nod your head and reach out for it again. He keeps it out of your reach, however, eyeing you as if you were plotting something. You whine and attempt to get it back once more before he finally takes pity on you and allows you to have it back.
His eyes burn into you as you take sips, keeping them slow and intermittent despite the fact your body begged for you to down it all.
“Lay back down, you’re still recovering,” he says before taking your empty glass.
You do as you’re told, hunkering back down into the soft bedding, watching him once again. He pours more water into the glass and leaves it there for you to take when you need it.
“Why am I back here?” your question makes him visibly stiffen as he places the pitcher down again.
Your eyes follow him as he moves around. You can’t tell if he’s making himself look busy to buy himself time or not. The question is answered when he returns from the wash room with a damp cloth.
He sits at the edge of the bed and begins to softly pat at your skin, cooling your skin down and making you relax. You close your eyes against the stinging burn of tears that come from his caring actions.
You don’t know what he’ll do if he realizes you’re crying.
It had been so long since you had been close to him like this. No aggressive or negative feelings weighing you both down. It had been even longer since you felt his gentle touch, a touch that didn’t have you flinching away from him.
“You almost died,” he finally says, removing himself from you.
You immediately miss him. It takes you everything not to pull him back to you, to not cry out for him not to go. But you stay silent. He is too.
You’re not sure if he realizes how close to crying you are, but he doesn’t say anything more. He doesn’t press you. You swallow the lump in your throat and open your eyes again.
He’s standing in front of the window once more. You can see his face now, the way the moonlight makes his eyes glow.
“I did?” you finally ask.
He looks at you again, a simple sideways glance before nodding, “You did.”
“I see,” you respond, looking down at your hands folded above his blanket.
You suddenly realize you’re not wearing your own clothes, instead wearing some unfamiliar ones. You don’t comment on the fact that Xiao had probably undressed you and redressed you.
You’re too busy thinking that you don’t notice the way he fists are clenched tight at his sides. His entire body is stiff and trembling, jaw clenched tight to keep the pathetic noises that want to free themselves inside.
“You almost died,” he suddenly spits, repeating his words from earlier. You pause and look up at him, the uncharacteristic emotion in his voice catching you by surprise.
Finally, you take in his disposition. His head hung low, hair veiling over his face, preventing you from seeing the expression he wore. But from the way his shoulders tremble, you’re sure he’s...crying.
“I thought you were dead,” he hisses, “You were so cold...you weren’t moving. What the hell was I supposed to do then, huh?” He’s not looking at you and you’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or monologuing. Still, you remain quiet and let him talk, “You’re not supposed to die.”
“I didn’t die,” you finally speak, making him fall silent.
“I was...scared,” he admits, so soft that you almost missed it, “I was so scared it felt like I was losing my mind.”
“Xiao…”
“No,” he snaps, finally looking at you. His eyes are glassy, tears clinging to his lashes and the sight makes your heart ache, “How could I have ever...What would I have done if you died? What if you died...and all you remember of me was...the hatred and anger?”
“Is that not what you feel towards me?” you ask softly, “I can’t say I remember the time before you hated me anymore. I don’t know if I even want to. It’s so much easier knowing you hate me now, than remembering that you once loved me.”
“Love,” he whispers, making your brows furrow in confusion, “Don’t say it like I don’t anymore.”
“Xiao…” you sigh, shaking your head, “You don’t have to feel guilty. Truly, it doesn’t bother me anymore.”
He takes a few steps towards the bed until he’s standing right in front of you. You don’t dare look at him but he reaches down and touches your cheek with gentle fingers, “Then why are you crying?”
You scoff, “Why are you crying?”
“Because I know I’m not strong enough to keep this going,” he admits, “I’ve spent so long remembering everything I did to you. Everything I said to you...years upon years of guilt and regret. I tried so hard to pretend like I didn’t search everywhere for you. When I was finally freed of those shackles, when I was finally...faced with everything I had done...I looked for you. But you had already gone.”
“You wanted me gone,” you spit, knowing how bitter you were beginning to sound, “Don’t you remember what you told me?”
“Every word,” he breathes, hand returning to your person to pet your hair, “I’ve spent every moment of my life remembering. I didn’t have any control of who I was back then, ______,” The sound of your name falling from his lips has a sob breaking free from your chest, “I’ll never be who I was before everything. I carry these sins upon me as I deserve to. But I will never be the man who hurt and scared you again.”
You feel him tug you forward, burying your face against his chest as he cups the back of your head. His chin rests atop your head and you cry. He lets you exhaust yourself, lets out a deep sigh when you finally wrap your arms around his middle.
He holds you, allows you to ask him questions before answering with a gentleness he hadn’t allowed himself in what felt like eons. He told you his story, explained every detail of his life, of the dark past, of the vile atrocities that he had been forced to commit against his will.
You listened, heart aching at the pain he had to endure for so long. He was jaded, scarred and burnt from his past. It haunted him so deeply, actions he could never atone for weighed on him as heavy burdens.
“If you’ll let me…” he whispers into your hair, “I just...if I can have one thing in the end...I want you.”
“You’ve done so much,” you reply, “To repay the debt and to protect...and you really just want me?”
“More than anything,” he replies, not hesitation.
You pull away from his embrace and he allows you, meeting your gaze with utmost sincerity. You can see it in the way his eyes shine with hope, searching yours for an answer.
The easiest way to answer him is by cupping his cheek and pressing your lips to his.His entire body relaxes and his hands return to your person, gripping you tight as if you were going to slip away. He kisses you back, every emotion he feels being poured into it.
You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him down. He catches himself on his hands, framed on either side of you. Pulling away from the kiss, you chase him and he sighs.
“You’re still recovering, I don’t want you to get hurt,” he breathes.
You whine and shake your head, reaching out to touch him, “Please, Xiao? ‘M okay, I promise.”
He still hesitates and you decide to take it a bit further to entice him. You reach down for the hem of your shirt and carefully pull it off. When you can see again, Xiao’s eyes are burning as he stares at your body.
“God…” he breathes, resting his forehead against your shoulder, peering down your body as his hands begin to venture across your skin, “Just like I remember…”
His breath comes in pants, smoothing his thumbs over your ribs before he finally cups your breasts. You whine at the feeling and arch your back but he’s quick to click his tongue, “Stay still or I stop.”
You go limp at the threat of him stopping. Instead you reach up and wrap your hands around his biceps. He pulls his head from your shoulder and leans back over you properly to kiss you again.
You whine into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. He allows it with no complaint, simply continues palming your breasts, thumbing over your nipples. You swear you feel him smile when your whole body trembles at the feeling.
“Xiao…” you whimper, moving your hands from around his neck. He sits up, resting back on his heels to run his hands down your body.
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even react to your call of his name. Instead he shifts so he can tear the blanket from your body. You squeak when you’re finally completely exposed, tits bare and your bottom half just the same.
You feel your face flush hot, quickly closing your thighs and curling them in on yourself. Xiao clicks his tongue once more at the display of shyness, hands coming to grip your knees.
“Why are you hiding from me?” he asks, voice gruff with lust, “Won’t you let me see all of you?”
“Y-You’ve still got all your clothes on,” you mutter, looking to the side so he can’t see how flustered you are.
He regards you for a moment, memories bouncing around in his head. Memories of you and him. The first time you let him touch you all the way to the last time he’d ever touched you. Both had such contrasting emotions to them. He wonders if you think the same -- if you remember that time. How you had cried, how he had made you cry.
“I’ll take them off later,” he whispers and you finally look at him.
His eyes are locked on his hands, where they rest on your knees. His brows are furrowed, as if lost in thought and you have half a mind to question him on it. But you choose not to. Instead, despite the trepidation you feel at being so vulnerable in front of him again, you let your legs fall open.
He inhales sharply through his nose, a noise of surprise and approval. His eyes lock onto your cunt, folds glistening from how wet you already are for him. He mindlessly licks his lips, one hand trailing down your inner thigh -- slow, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him at any minute. But you don’t of course, you want him so much. You have no idea how long you had been craving the familiar, loving touch he once had. But now that you’re reminded of the tenderness he once displayed, you desperately want to feel it again.
“Pretty,” he mutters under his breath when his digits finally meet your folds, which he eagerly spreads open with two nimble fingers.
It makes you squeak and hide your face in embarrassment as he analyzes you, takes in every detail. The way your entrance clenches every so often, drooling your sweet juices, to your little clit that throbs and begs for his attention.
He’s more than willing to give it.
Collecting the slick at your entrance with his thumb, he drags it up to the tender little bud. The sound you make when he finally presses his thumb against it is heaven. His own mouth falls open in wonder as he makes soft, slow circles. Your thighs tremble and your hands mindlessly grapple for whatever they can, which happens to be his bedding and thigh. Though your nails bite into his skin, he pays it absolutely no mind. He’s entranced by how messy your cunt becomes in a matter of seconds. Such a simple touch has your body responding beautifully.
He briefly wonders if you’d ever been with anyone else. He certainly hasn’t. Did you make such a mess for those you had bedded? His jaw clenches at the possessive feeling that overcomes him.
Unlike in the past, it’s not a toxic feeling. It isn’t one that scares him, instead it has him leaning down to press his lips against the soft skin of your stomach. You’re his now. You’re his once again. That’s all that matters.
He trails his lips up your body, now using two fingers to play with your clit. He doesn’t want the sweet sounds you make to stop.
Once he reaches your breast, he eagerly wraps his lips around your nipple. You cry out immediately, hands tangling into his hair. He hums at the feeling and your whole body twitches.
“Xiao…” you gasp, one hand leaving his hand to reach between your body. He continues to mouth at your breast, humming when your hand gingerly wraps around his wrist, “Want more, please…”
His eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sweet sound of you begging. He finally pulls his mouth away and looks at you, eyes sharp as ever, “Tell me what you want.”
He can feel it, of course. The way your pretty hands desperately push on is fingers, all he’d have to do is slide them in. You mindlessly rut your hips against the digits and he growls.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”
“‘M sorry,” you gasp, “Please don’t stop, Xiao. Want it.”
He bites back a groan. You’re just as sweet and pliant as he remembers. The almost blind trust you have in him not to hurt you has him flooding with emotion.
“What do you want? Say it,” he orders, voice much softer than before.
“Put them…” you press his fingers against your entrance and whine, “Inside. Please?”
He’s not prepared for the way you so greedily accept them. You gummy walls stretch so easily to accommodate him. You’re already dripping down his hand. He moves his fingers slowly, watching your face intently as you adjust to being filled.
Your lashes flutter and you sigh almost as if you’re breathless before your eyes open again and you meet his gaze. He sees the bashfulness return but before you can cower away, he crooks his fingers up and finds your spot as if he had it memorized after all these years.
And truthfully, he had. There had been many nights that he had been plagued by memories of your body, of touching you. No one had ever made him feel the way you do.
“Xiao!” you squeal, hands slamming down on the bed as your legs kick almost helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure.
“Mhm?” he hums, pinning one of your thighs down with his free hand to keep you nice and spread open for him. His eyes are glued to where your cunt swallows his fingers greedily.
“Right there, please,” you gasp, shamelessly whining and begging.
He huffs a laugh through his nose, “So noisy.”
“‘M, ah, ‘m sorry,” you babble, “Feels so good.”
He loves how responsive you are, how sensitive you are. The way you tell him what it is you’re feeling, how he’s making you feel, makes him painfully hard. But he’s not willing to move on from this just yet, he wants to be greedy for once. He wants to take everything you’re willing to give him.
Your cunt flutters around his fingers and he allows himself to moan softly at the feeling. He knows you must be close, your little tells hadn’t changed after all this time. The way your thighs jump and tremble to the way your hot little cunt gets so messy. You’re creaming around his digits, he can see the way white slicks his knuckles.
You’re muttering nonsense, feet kicking the bed helplessly. He wants to chastise you for moving around so much but he knows you can’t help it. With how tight you squeeze around his fingers, he knows you’re dangling precariously over the edge.
All you need is a final push. The fact that you need him to send you over, need him to do something for you to cum is a rush.
You watch with wide eyes as he puckers his lips suddenly and noisily spits on your cunt. It lands on your clit and in seconds, his thumb is rubbing it in.
The entire thing is too much and you cum with a breathless cry. His arm pins your hips down, keeping you from moving around too much as you thrash, cumming nice and hard for him as he works you through the high. He slides his fingers out and lightly circles your clit, easing you down as you shudder and whimper before finally falling still.
You’re panting by the time he removes himself from you, allowing you to close your thighs as the feeling of vulnerability washes over you again.
He can feel your eyes on him as he stands. Suddenly, you’re sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hey--” he’s ready to force you to lay back down, eyeing the burning scar on your back but he’s cut off by you tugging at him.
“Don’t go,” you whimper and he softens immediately, running his hand through your hair.
“I’m not,” he responds quickly but you still don’t let him go.
He opts to begin stripping himself despite the fact you’re still clinging. Once his upper half is bared, you look up with wide eyes. He can see the way they sparkle at the sight of him and he nearly melts.
Cupping your cheek, he pulls you in for a kiss, allowing you to tug at the materials adorning his waist until he’s finally as bare as you. Keeping you locked in a kiss, he carefully lays you back down in bed, cupping the back of your head as he does so.
He easily handles your body, pulling your thighs open again so he can slot himself between them. Your knees press into his ribs and you cling to him once more, as if you really believe he’s just going to leave you.
“‘S okay,” he breathes softly, pecking your lips a few times, “‘M not leavin’...”
His words begin to slur together the further he gets dragged down into the lust. He ruts his ips forward and you both sigh when the underside of his cock finds your core. His hips work slow, passing over your folds as he slicks himself up with the mess he’d forced out of you. Every time he grinds against your clit you whimper into his mouth, thighs jumping at the overstimulation.
It makes him want to tease you, to torture your poor, sensitive little cunt and to hear you cry out for mercy as he forces you to cum over and over for him.
But that would have to wait for another time. Right now, he wants nothing more than to be with you, to indulge in your love.
You reach down before he has the chance to, wrapping your hand around the base of him. He pecks your lips again before he looks down, allowing you to guide him inside.
You stretch to accommodate him, the width wider than his fingers had stretched you. But the burn feels deliciously familiar. You keen and whine the further he pushes inside.
He watches how more and more of him disappears, groaning at the feeling of you pulsing hot around him. Before he bottoms out, he suddenly pulls his hips back until just the head is left. His length is glistening from how wet you are.
“So messy,” he spits softly, licking his lips at the sight.
“Mhm,” you whine, hands grabbing at his biceps on either side of your head, “‘S for you.”
Your little confession has him cursing under his breath, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth roll of his hips. As his hips meet yours, you let out a sweet cry that he eagerly swallows as he kisses you.
“‘S mine,” he whispers against your lips. You nod and whimper as he fucks you in earnest.
Though Xiao can keep his touches and kisses soft, as soon as his cock is inside you, he can’t help but use you however he wants. You always love it, however, the way his cock has your mind going blank is otherworldly.
Though you had never had any other lover, you knew that you would always be ruined for anyone else. No one would ever make you feel the way he did, the way he so easily made you cum undone. The soft, filthy words he whispers to himself, as if you’re not even listening. Hissing vulgar things through clenched teeth, like your cunt makes him go feral.
“So tight,” he mutters, eyes still locked onto where the two of you are connected. It’s like he’s entranced, hypnotized.
“Xiao!” you cry out, tossing your head back, “‘M close, please, jus’ a lil more!”
He huffs, changing the angle of his hips just a bit. You squeal, knees knocking against his sides as you begin to squirm.
“Too much!” you cry out, hands pressing against his chest as your body is racked with stimulation.
“You can take it,” he huffs, grappling your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head.
He uses the leverage to fuck that spot harder. Every time he sinks in, he rolls his hips, making sure to grind against your clit. Tears build up in your eyes as you sob, entire body trembling but unable to get away from it as he pins you down with his body.
“Cum,” he orders breathlessly.
And you do.
He groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him tighter than ever. He slows the movements of his hips, the tightness making it difficult for him to keep his pace. He rocks mindlessly into you as you tremble and cry through the intense orgasm.
Before you can recover, he’s releasing your hands and sitting up, gripping you beneath the knees before pinning them to your chest. Neither of you care about your injury, you don’t even feel anything but pleasure anymore.
“No, no, Xiao!” you sob, remembering all too well the damage he can cause in this position.
He shushes you and presses down on the back of your thighs, pulling out until just the tip is inside. You hold your breath, eyes wide as he simply fucks the tip in and out.
You wait for the inevitable, biting your lip as you tremble. He waits for you to release the breath you’re holding. Though he’s not looking at you, he pays attention to every minute detail about you.
When you finally let out that soft little exhale, he swings his hips down, sheathing his cock inside. Your legs kick in his hand and your hands slap helplessly against him but he pays it no mind. He continues pulling his cock out before quickly stuffing you nice and full again.
“‘S too much!” you sob, tears trickling down your cheeks. He ignores your weak complaints, knowing you want it just as much as him, “I-I’ll make a mess! Xiao!”
He groans at your warning and nods his head, “Touch yourself.”
It’s a cruel little command that you can’t help but obey. He can see your hand is trembling as you reach down to swirl timid little circles around your clit. He watches, bottom lip caught between his teeth at the sight. Your walls hug him tight as you continue the circles in time to the deep, penetrating intrusion of his cock.
“Xiao--” you gasp, quickly abandoning your task to press your hands against his hips.
“Stop pushing me away,” he spits, slapping your hands off of him.
“It’s too much!” you repeat your complaint.
He huffs, “You can take it. You’re almost there.”
He meets your gaze after a moment, taking in the wide eyed, open mouthed look on your face. The pressure in your core intensifies and your whole body begins to tremble. Your hands return to his body, though they wrap around his biceps once again, nails biting into the skin. You leave red lines across the green of his tattoo. He hisses at the pain but it doesn’t deter him.
Though your eyes are open, he’s sure you’re not seeing anything but stars.
“You’re gonna cum,” he mumbles, he takes one of your hands and laces your fingers together.
You blink up at him and sob his name. He softly shushes you, tenderly kissing your forehead as if his cock wasn’t stuffing you full.
“‘S okay,” he whispers into your hair, “C’mon, give it to me.”
You cry out his name again, your free arm wrapping around his neck, scratching his back. He’s panting, growing close to his own end quickly.
“I know,” he whispers, knowing you’re overstimulated and wound too tight. The way you cling to him as if he’s a lifeline has him pressing the softest of kisses against your skin, squeezing your hand between his, lacing your fingers together. A reminder that he’s there to ground you, that he’s with you, he’ll get you through it. You just need to let go.
You go completely still for a split second before your back arches. He slips his arm beneath your back to hold you close, supporting you as you thrash and cry. You bury your face in his neck, muffling the lewd noises in his skin. Your hands grab onto any part of him that you can as he continues the same, brutal pace of fucking you.
“Ah!” you squeal, your orgasm dragging out for much longer, only growing in intensity.
He can feel it. The way you squirt, gushing around his pistoning cock. Every movement has you gushing over and over again, wetting not only your skin, but his and the bedding as well. Neither of you can be bothered to care about it, however.
“That’s it,” he coos, finally slowing after a moment.
Your entire body is trembling, harder than you had all night. He pulls himself away from you despite your desperate cry. He folds you back into the previous position and you sob, shaking your head.
He shushes you, the same as he had been all night, “‘S my turn,” he assures.
You relax into the bed, arms dropped on either side of your head. You watch him through lidded eyes as he begins to rock into you once more. He avoids grinding himself against your clit when he sinks inside, knowing it would, in fact, be too much for you right now.
He looked down at where you were connected.
Strings of your slick connected your skin and his every time he pulled back. Your cunt was puffy, clit throbbing in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. A ring of white was at the base of his cock, a symbol of just how hard you had cum.
The mess you’d created made his cock throb. You were such a good girl, so sweet for him. He looked back up at your face, at the dreamy look on your face and he groaned.
“So pretty,” he whispers, his own blunt nails biting into the underside of your thighs.
You whine at the pain but make no complaints. He has half a mind to feel embarrassed as you watch him cum. Your hand reaches down to caress his chest and stomach as you feel him pulse inside you, the warmth of his cum filling you up.
You sigh, a happy sound that makes his heart warm.
Pulling out of you, you wince at the feeling of his cum dripping from you but neither of you comment on it. Instead, he leans back over you and presses his lips to yours once more.
Your hand tangles in his hair and he sighs, allowing you to hold him and cling to him for a moment. He feels you shiver and frowns, watching as goosebumps rise over your skin.
Suddenly, too sudden for your liking, he pulls away. You squeeze your thighs closed and subconsciously cover your breasts with your hands, watching as he climbs off of the bed.
He takes the rag he had used earlier to wipe your skin, to clean the mess that covered him.
You can feel your heart hammering so loud it makes your ears ring. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even acknowledge you as he moves around the room, slipping his clothes back on --though without all the accessories.
He runs a hand through his hair, straightening himself out before he heads to the door. You sit up quickly, eyes wide as you watch him open it. Before you can call out to him, he’s shutting the door behind him.
You’re left alone and feel a deep ache in your chest. You let yourself fall back into the bed, ignoring the soreness of your body as you tug the cover over yourself. The silence of the room is deafening, but before long it's filled with your sad, pathetic sniffles.
Mentally, you shame yourself for being so foolish. Even after so many years, you were just as naive as before. You can’t actually believe you’d been stupid enough to allow yourself to believe any of it was real. You’d gotten a taste of him once more, and now you were being punished for being so greedy.
It hurt to think that, just for a moment, you remembered what it was like to be loved by him.
You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the door open again. You also didn’t hear his weary sigh.
He moved around the room, glancing at you curled up on the bed, assuming you had fallen asleep. His own mind was abuzz, processing everything. It was easy to fall into the rhythm, no matter how long it had been since he performed it.
He knew you liked a nice, soft cloth to clean you up. The harshness of a normal cloth was too much given how sensitive you always were afterwards. You would also no doubt be craving some water -- though he made tea for you instead. He wasn’t quite sure what you enjoyed about it so much, but he was more than willing to indulge.
When he finally moved to the bed, he sat down, placing the cloth and bowl of warm water on the table. He turned to you and tugged at the sheet, making you gasp. You looked over your shoulder and he frowned at the sight of your tears.
His heart lurched in his chest -- worry that he did something wrong, that he hurt you, or even that maybe you were feeling regret in accepting him back.
“Y-You’re back?” you ask it, sounding so pitifully broken that he can’t help but pull you into his lap.
You’re easily adjusted, allowing him to lean back on the headrest with you curled into his body, still sniffling and crying.
“Did you think I left?” he asks softly, petting your hair.
You solemnly nod and he sighs, “I’m sorry I just...I want to believe that you...But I…”
“It’s okay,” he assures, “I haven’t earned your trust back. But I will.”
“Xiao…” you whisper, looking up at him.
“Let’s just get you cleaned up, alright?” you nearly start crying when you see he had gathered everything he would have back then.
BY the time you’re clean and curled up in bed, you’re exhausted. The tea had made you nice and warm and as you snuggled against his chest, you began to doze. Though you didn’t particularly need sleep, your injury had weakened you enough to warrant it lest you get worse.
Xiao’s body is worn but he chooses to lay there in the darkness of the bedroom. He stares at the ceiling, listening to the sound of your breathing. He desperately wants to close his eyes and, for once, sleep as well. Just so he can experience sleeping with you again.
But he can’t bring himself to. He’s terrified that if he opens his eyes, you’ll be gone and nothing will have changed. He’s not sure if he would survive if all of this had been a dream.
So he stays awake until he’s sure.
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Sub! Xiao x GN! Reader
“Y-you-!” Xiao gasps, hips and thighs quivering with the sheer effort it took to hold his lower body up.
It felt so good. So good it was overwhelming..
Your soft hand that was currently wrapped tightly around his leaking cock, rapidly twisting and squeezing up and down his throbbing shaft, thumb pressing and gliding against a vein that lit his nerves on fire, made his mind gooey.
“You h-ave no r-respect for the.. the Ade- nghh..! Adepti!!”
The yakasha was practically choking on his words, drool dribbling out the side of his agape mouth, dampening the pillow below.
He couldn’t help but weakly thrust his hips while letting out the cutest mewls, fucking into your hand that was making his brain melt.
Xiao felt so exposed, so vulnerable, all he could do was claw at the sheets and whimper - blush burning his shoulders, neck, and cheeks.
Who knew such lovely sounds could be coaxed out of him through that sinful mouth of his?
Smiling, you leaned down over his arched back to press a sweet kiss at his nape, “That so?” You hummed, already amused.
“Aghh?!”
You promptly stopped your movements down below, “Hwaah.?” Next, you removed your hand from his aching cock completely.
“No!!” He whined loudly, hips subconsciously chasing after your hand for a split second just to feel your touch again.
Tears that had been welling up in his hazy eyes from the pleasure finally fell, “No, no, no, please! Please!”
“Oh no, dear. I must respect the adepti, you see? I’m sure you know best when it comes to it.” Your teasing tone made him bite his lip in regret, “I’ll take your word for it, I won’t touch you any mo-“
With a speed only he possessed, he quickly reached behind himself and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand back down to his poor, now neglected dick, “No! Please, please touch me again! Please..”
Shame bubbled in his gut, closing off his throat as he sobbed, “Please I-I need it.. please, (Y/N)...”
His voice got quieter and quieter as he begged, hips shimmying as if trying to entice you.
So cute.
Your sweet little yaksha.
“GuAHh!” He cried out the second you gave him attention again, your chest flushed with his back as you used both hands to pleasure him.
One resumed pumping him, cock slick with pre-cum, the cute wet noises from how turned on he was returning and bouncing around the room — the other switching from squeezing and massaging his sensitive balls to giving his oozing tip some much needed attention.
Perhaps, in some way, you wanted to break him, make him cum so hard he’d thank you for weeks and beg for more.
“Nn-nnGHH! A-Aah! AH! AaGh!”
The mighty Xiao, Conquerer Of Demons, was crumbling below you, completely at your mercy.
okay so... would gorou's ears twitch whenever he cums in you? well of course, i'm not talking about a slight twitch here... you know. i'm talking about a pair of extremely twitch ears with a flushed red face, he's almost crying from how good your cunt feels! he just can't shut his mouth... sigh... you're not sure if he's doing it on purpose or he's as oblivious as that but he always and always tells you how you make him feel good. "fuck-- oh, fuck. relax a little, you're sucking me in-- i can't move like this." and it drives you crazy because it's so nasty and embarassing and all of that. between the breathless words, gorou kisses you-- when he's rutting and fucking you so hard his kisses are sloppy and messy, salive drips down from his chin to your naked breasts. most of the time, just to tease you, gorou would let his sharp teeth leave a mark behind on yor body. he loves to bury his head on your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all over to your burning skin before he goes crazy and bites and nibbles on your nipples... what a shameless boy he is! besides, he can't stop cumming when you touch his twitchy ears and tug on them. he likes it when your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching the behind of his ears before you give a harsh tug. he's crying! begging for you to do it again, his hips start to move carelessly and erratically, he's out of breath and just can't control himself. he cums so much that it hurts-- it hurts but he's addicted to this feeling because your velvety walls wrap his aching cock perfectly, and he just want to fill you up, wants to see you wear your panties back-- the idea of you walking around, literally acting as if nothing happened while you're pumped full of his cum makes gorou's cock rock-hard. he just loves to be your fucktoy <3 !!!!!! just use him, please, he'll do anything for you, he'll ruin you-- he'll let you ruin him. just say the word and he'll make sure to give it to you just as you want it.
Title: Tea Screen [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]
Title: Tea Screen [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]
Synopsis: The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers?
Word Count: 2240
Notes: Yandere, forced marriage, abuse
“Is–is it acceptable, my lord?”
The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers? Even if its only approval for a selection of tea.
You rock forward, just enough to peek your head past the screen keeping you from view, and glance at the selection laid out carefully in front of Scaramouche–in front of your husband.
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thinking about being apprentice to a tailor in mondstadt; perhaps with one with a sterling reputation, who deals with the elite, the powerful, and anyone who can afford to have their clothes tailored instead of simply making do and mend.
measuring up diluc’s inseam, when your master tells you to do that because he’s getting old and his hands are cramping, and how diluc’s cheeks flood red at it. carefully wrapping your tape measure about jean’s bust whilst she remains as stately and as self-assured as ever, though you can see her eyes look heavy and your gentle touches seem to make her want to fall asleep. feeling kaeya’s muscles flex beneath his loose shirt as you measure the span of his back and he chuckles and says ‘don’t be scared, sweetheart. you can get up close and personal with me, i don’t mind a bit’. fingers brushing lisa’s bare thigh over her stockings as you check a hem-line and you begin to get all flustered whilst she just smiles knowingly down at you.
ah. how often you find yourself wordless and embarassed. how much gossip you must pick up on. and how intimately you have grown to know certain details about people (kaeya asks for his trousers to cling tightly to his rear. diluc’s shirts need more give across the shoulders to allow for ease of movement wielding a claymore. lisa has a mole on her right breast that she prefers her neckline cover up. albedo’s shorts need to be let out in the crotch area, or they’re too tight for him there and he risks letting people see more of him than they should)–
Title: Clipped Wings.
Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).
Word Count: 1.0k.
TW: Obsessive Behavior and Implied Imprisonment.
Ayato thought he might’ve loved you most, in moments like this.
Quiet and still, tucked safely into his bed, your eyes shut and your breathing steady and your body curled into his side. Your clothes had been left elsewhere, most likely in a heap on the floor or splayed across some inconsequential piece of furniture, allowing your skin to press against his without barriar, and he did what he could to savor your warmth without disturbing you, without doing anything to change the way your head rested on his chest or how your arms wrapped around his midriff – your hold on him growing tighter as you rested.
You were beautiful, exhausted and at peace, and he knew you’d be beautiful in the morning, too, as your rubbed the sleep from you eyes and buried your face in his neck, and the next day, when you’d take him by the hand and drag him off to do something that you’d never done before, whether that meant venturing into Inazuma City for another night of saké and street food or convincing an easily-swayed captain to ferry you over to Kannazuka Island to chase after vague rumors of abandoned mines and dead gods left to rot. Off to do something new, whatever that happened to entail.
If he had his way, this would last forever. Just the two of you, caught up in each other’s embrace, waiting for morning to come with a tempered sort of excitement. Together, with you by his side and him by yours, until the Gods eroded into nothing and all of Teyvat ceased to be.
Hah.
As if you would ever be so merciful.
You’d been clear about your intentions from the start. An adventurer, you’d called yourself, despite your refusal to associate with any recognizable guild or clan – a thrill-seeker travelling with the sole intention of seeing everything and doing everything. You’d been so blunt, admitting that you’d only come to Inazuma by chance, openly regarding his title and his disposition as little more than eccentricities to be examined and adored until something else, something more interesting came along. He was sure you would’ve loved Ayaka’s modest valiance, fawned over Thoma and all his many contradictions, but Ayato thought it would be wise to keep you to himself, for the time being. To protect his own pride, if not to draw out the remnants of your fleeting attention.
You were like a bird of the isles, flitting from place to place, satisfied never to build a nest of your own. Tonight, you might be content to perch yourself on his shoulder, to sing your sweetest song for him and no one else, but the moment something more rare, something more captivating, something more interesting caught your eye, you’d be off, looking for another place to roost – all while Ayato faded into little more than a distant memory. If you'd even remember him at all.
You’d been honest enough about that, too, speaking at length about all your many ‘friends’ in distant nations, comparing his estate to the sprawling manors of Mondstadt and the shinning chambers floating above Liyue’s harbor. You were happy to find yourself in his bed now, sure, and he had no doubt that you held some form of fondness for him when he felt your fingers in his hair and your lips on his, but already, he knew you were making other plans, wondering aloud if they accepted weary travelers on Watatsumi Island or how difficult it would truly be to make the acquaintance of the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine. He knew it was only your nature, that you meant him no harm by planning your departure so plainly, but he couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit hurt. He couldn’t help but feel like his precious songbird was simply biding its time, waiting for an opprotunity abandon him.
A small, prying part of him was tempted to panic, to rush, to try and hold your attention for just a few more days, whether he had to plan an impromptu festival or burn the Almighty Shogun’s palace to the ground with his own two hands. If he gave you something to do, if he made sure you were well-occupied and, more importantly, well-entertained, then you might stay, might continue to let him bask in your bright laughter and sun-like warmth for just a while longer. It was a childish kind of hope, born of an adolescence with too little company and too many burdens. He knew better than to think it would be so easy. He knew better than to think that simply delaying your withdrawal would make it any less painful.
No, no. Ayato wasn’t so naïve. Ayato knew this wouldn't be so simple.
Ayato knew that, even with the most guilded cage he was able to provide, his songbird would still eventually fly away from him, and he'd be the one left longing for your music.
A longing he knew, already, that he wouldn't be able to endure.
You stirred as he sat up, but your eyes remained closed and you didn’t wake up. With no small amount of hesitation, he called out to the man he knew would be on the other side of his bedroom door – just where Ayato had asked him to be, should he make up his mind about just what to do with you before sunrise. “Thoma?”
There was a slight delay, a muffled voice. "Lord Kamisato?”
“Find a healer. Bring them to my door and keep them on standby, but don’t let anyone in until I tell you to do so.”
“Of course, my lord.”
Ayato waited until Thoma's footsteps were completely out of earshot, then raised his right hand - watching as a thin stream of water climbed his wrist, curled around his fingertips, and began to take shape in the palm of his hand. Such literal hydro manifestations had never been his specialty, but he was willing to push the limits of his abilities, if only for a few minutes. And a blade was such a simple tool, made to fill such a simple role – even the most inexperienced of vision users should’ve been able to summon one at will. He was sure he could manage, for your sake.
After all, the was only one way to truly keep a songbird caged, and that was to remove its wings entirely.
SING, MY ANGEL !
squirting hcs (ft.: ayato ; childe ; zhongli ; rosaria.)
warnings: sub fem reader, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, name calling, multiple rounds, in public (rosaria), spit (zhongli).
minors do not interact with this post.
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ii. to the enduring emperor: mercy, mercy. | yan zhongli x reader
part i: glory, glory! | part ii: mercy, mercy. | part iii: pity, pity…
content warning: yandere behaviour, unhealthy relationship, unequal power dynamic. reader discretion is advised.
notes: adeptus!reader. light hints of guizhong x reader and zhongli x guizhong, if you squint. good things come in threes, after all. not sure if I should write part 3, so feedback/ideas very much appreciated!
word count: 3.5k
When Guizhong dies, your world tilts.
Dear friend… I will be departing first. Those are the last words of your beloved Lord of Dust, before she dissolves into the finest particles. Before she’s dissipated by the grieving wind.
You kneel on wilted glaze lilies, clutching at her fragmenting pieces. Do not go, my lady, you weep. Not without me. But she does not answer. Morax stands beside you, eyes unblinking. He is so very still, inanimate rock to your wrecked sobs. Even when Guizhong had embraced him with her crumbling body, whispered in his ears for a last farewell, he had not said anything.
But beneath it, you know. He is also wavering. He is also dying. Morax remains unblinking, for fear of forgetting. He is memorizing. Memorializing.
As an immortal, you were not familiar with death. So rarely do the adepti die. But in this war, you learn different. You learn that the adepti are immortal until slain. You learn that the gods are powerful, but not powerful enough.
There is a limit to all.
Cursed with this knowledge, you can only watch, a helpless observer, as your lord fades into nothing. You watch as the Guili Assembly is halved—and your heart along with it. Cut into two. Half ground to dust.
The flooded plains are abandoned. The wild glaze lilies are no more. Your sovereigns, supposed eternal and forever under your protection, dwindles from two to one.
Even now, the world is still off-axis. Still tilted.
Millennia pass, but you never learned how to upright it. How to mend it.
In some ways, after Guizhong’s death, Morax is the same. Off-axis. Off-kilter. Broken marble warped into obsidian. One lord dead, the other descending into madness. The assembly disassembled, including Morax’s sanity.
Perhaps Guizhong took it with her when she died.
ꕥ
You do not notice the change wrought upon Morax until much, much later.
It starts small. So small you think nothing of it. After all, it is merely the compassion of a lord in caring for his people. That explains his growing reluctance in sending you into frontlines of the Archon War, as Liyue begins to find its footing again after the flood of Guili Plains.
So, in the beginning, you think nothing of his suffocating concern. Your lord becomes ever-present at your side, coiling dragon of stone wrapped around the clouds above you, as your gleaming blade dances and clashes against enemy gods. However, slowly but surely, stone spears are the first to pierce the heart of any who dare to intrude your vicinity. Your sword becomes dull. It no longer sings.
But when you bring this up to Cloud Retainer, she brushes you off. “You think too much. Rex Lapis is merely concerned for your safety.”
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this new update got me thinkin and now i’m SAD.
i imagine scara gets pretty needy after his whole meltdown. in his mind, this only proves he truly isn’t worthy of godhood. no matter what, he will always be less-than. he talks so much about how lowly everyone else is during his godhood ascension because he’s projecting. he feels worthless, he feels unworthy, he feels afraid. ei was right to abandon him.
so being chosen as your consort… doesn’t sit right with him at all. he immediately assumes you also want to control him or use him for your own gain, but he’s also in no position to tell you no. he’s not even worthy of your presence.
he knows the kind of things that are expected of him, so he rushes through it a little. he’s very careful not to show he’s shifted since that battle, afraid he’ll irritate you if he’s too open with his feelings. he initially didn’t want to accept your offer, but now that he’s here, the idea of being abandoned again makes him feel sick. he’s very quick to jump in bed with you. he thinks he needs to convince you to keep him around.
he’s very careful with his words. not once do you question his whole self-righteous facade has slipped. not for several months until you’re laying with him in bed, cooing sweet aftercare in his ear. you were particularly rough with him tonight, so you loved on him a bit more afterward.
his mask started to crack. you noticed the tears clinging to his eyelashes and asked him if everything’s okay. he huffed out a sad laugh.
“after all the pain i’ve endured… in the end, i’ve only changed hands. gone from one god’s puppet to another’s sex doll,” he whispered. “do i at least fill this role properly?”
basically, scaramouche resigns himself to his inferiority after his failure. now all he can do (from his perspective) is try to convince you not to abandon him too.
God fucking damn it this is plaguing my mind… take this and my first born child, nonnon ;; this ask literally got me out of writer’s block this is insane — (shameful kofi plug here)
Warnings: implied sex, scara is going through it, soft yandere, hurt/kind of comfort, you’re both implied to be naked, etc. Ask to tag.
You’d originally had only assigned him as a consort in title, your plan had been to have him as a companion – the sex that would come alongside it was a thought you’d pushed partially to the side. You’d been aware of Scaramouche’s struggles in the past, but he’d always been someone you’d found yourself drawn to comfort and you’d hoped to help him by having a new role for him, one no one else would have.
Kunikuzushi, however, upon hearing your request has but a crisis, a case so severe of panic and doubt invading his mind he can’t help but shut down entirely.
“A consort…” His porcelain hands find their way to his silky hair as he helplessly tugs at the dark strands. He would be your consort, of course a part of him was ecstatic to know you’d picked him and yet, he couldn’t help but ask, why him? All of the feelings he’d thought he’d worked out come rushing back, he was a failure and an embarrassment; nothing about him was worthy of your time and affection and yet you’d still personally picked him amongst everyone else.
You’d chosen him and he couldn’t have you abandon him, he couldn’t have you realize how utterly worthless he truly was and even if it meant minimizing himself to a doll for your pleasure and using his looks against you he’d rather you use him as you wished than have you toss him aside.
Maybe that’s why he was so eager to bed you upon the first couple of days within his role as your consort, so truly desperate to try and show you he was going to be the best fuck of your life so you would do anything but abandon him.
It’s why, upon hearing his words, you can’t help but feel the need to puke almost immediately, the food from a mere hours ago wanting to escape into the open once more as you registered Kunikuzushi’s words, you reflectively cover your mouth at the sick feeling in your stomach as you shoot up from the bed.
What you had previously thought to have been a fun time suddenly felt tainted as you desperately tried to find the words to say.
“Kuzushi…” Your voice was but a whisper in the suddenly cold room, “is that… is that what you see this as?”
Is that the image you have of us? You wanted to ask, but your words failed you. Is that how he saw you – no, is this how he saw himself?
You instinctively want to reach out to him but the wide eyed look he shoots you makes you recoil back into yourself, his purple pupils are blown wide as he stares back at you, seemingly realizing what he’d said.
“Is this not what it is?” The former Harbinger asks, “Sex… that’s what you want from me, right? It’s why you keep coming back, right?”
“Of course not!” You defend yourself, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to rationalize what you were hearing.
“If it’s not that then why?,” he narrows his teary eyes, “Why would you need me? I’m… what good am I?”
“Kunikuzushi,” you mutter his name, “this was never just about us sleeping together!”
“You say that but fail to answer me what it is then!” He screams, his voice rings in your ears as you stare at him in bewilderment, “Don’t… don’t try to comfort me by saying such things, I… I don’t mind if you only see me for sex…”
“But you do mind.” You insist.
“And what makes you think that?” He laughs, the action completely out of touch with the tears streaming down his face.
“Then why are you crying?”
“I-I’m not.” He says but as he raises a hand to his face he feels the dampness in his cheeks.
“Kuni, I… let’s not continue this,” you sigh, “I don’t want you –“
“No!” He lunges towards you, sending you tumbling into the bed with him now laying on top of you, shaky hands reaching towards your neck as he speaks, Kunikuzushi’s voice trembling as his hands helplessly tighten against your throat, “D-don’t you dare, no… you’re not leaving me, not again… yes, yes. Let’s do it again, come on, I’ll– I’ll show you, hah… I’ll show you, you can’t get rid of me… I’ll be your sex doll again, so please…”
“I… you were never a sex doll,” you say, reaching out to caress his hair, his tears hitting your own cheeks, “why… Why do you think that? Kuni… ghk”
“Then why,” his grip on you starts making you dizzy, “why are you here?”
“B-because… I like you.” You smile, your hands still caressing his hair with fondness.
“Why…? Why?” It’s a mere whisper that could’ve been lost if you’d been anyone else.
“I don’t know,” you lie, you weren’t about to open new wounds – not as the hands that once dripped your throat began loosening –, “but it’s not because of your looks or… sex.”
His breath hitches as he searches your eyes for signs of lies, for a sign your words were nothing but a desperate attempt to get him to calm down, but he couldn’t; all he saw in your eyes was sadness and adoration, both awfully misplaced he wants to proclaim but the cavity where his heart was supposed to beat finds itself tightening as his body gives out.
Soft whimpers are heard as he grasps your shoulders in a search for much needed comfort. You let him; you let him search for comfort in your embrace, you let the tears stain your bed, and, perhaps most importantly, you let him stay by your side.
An unspoken promise you won’t let him go.
kiki... i've been thinking a lot these days about virgin!xiao having a helping hand coming from zhongli to lose this virginity of his because 1. zhongli knows xiao wants to lose it but barely knows how to act or what to say when hes around a normal human and 2. can you imagine xiao being all flustered being watched by zhongli while pumping inside his cute crush? it'd be cute!
big, big, biiig kiss for you anon, virgin!xiao is just as good as virgin!itto i know for sure!!1!1
it's almost certain that zhongli was going to try to get you and xiao together in an enclosed place in liyue, preferably with an obvious bed, thinking that this way the adeptus would be able to strike up a conversation with you and perhaps even manage to lose his virginity as well, but xiao could barely give you anything more than short answers; he likes you, a lot, he likes you so much that he can hardly think of anyone else but you while visiting the outskirts of The Harbor, but xiao couldn't really understand how to behave around humans even after the old Fatui plan.
this being said, zhongli was going to start getting worried that xiao was too nervous in your presence alone while watching "from afar" through a small crack in the door and was inevitably going to intervene as soon as the adeptus, who was usually so polished and had an impeccable posture, started running over his own words and even fell down sitting on the edge of the bed because you had approached him too much.
you were so close to getting what you wanted with xiao, you couldn't pass up the chance zhongli gave you just now!
"i see that you seem to be having trouble today, xiao," zhongli's voice would reverberate through the room and both you and xiao would immediately look to the door; each with a shiver running down your back to call your own, "not being able to relax?"
xiao would almost bolt as he spoke breathlessly, "zhongli-daren...? why are you—"
it was almost humiliating to be caught in this situation by someone he respects so much, xiao's cheeks tinged red so quickly and it was the first time you saw him blush.
"shall i help you? you seem to be having such a hard time, xiao," zhongli says as he approaches you and puts a hand on your shoulder, as if to say that 'now you must dance to his tune'.
and you have indeed done so, perhaps this was the best decision you ever made in your life.
it was only a matter of time before xiao snapped out of his nervousness at zhongli's presence and was assaulting your lips like a hungry beast as his fingers trailed down your back and shoulders ready to tangle in your clothes and throw them to the floor.
zhongli is all the while leading and advising you both, even taking xiao's hand between your legs and silently helping him learn how to touch you, how to caress your inner thighs and play with your clit and your folds; xiao that day discovered that he loves it when your bunch of nerves throbs against his fingers and more slick leaks from your dripping hole as your hips try to force themselves against his hand. he feels proud to be the one making you feel so good, even though he recognizes that without zhongli he wouldn't know how to do it the right way.
and you on the other hand would be feeling so full just with his long fingers going back and forth inside you, caressing your sensitive walls and even learning to curve against your sweetest spot. xiao has very good hands, even too soft for someone who is wielding a polearm most of the time.
as soon as you were about to cum, zhongli would take the liberty of rubbing your clit while xiao fingerfucked you. he wanted to give the yaksha the opportunity to get to see you cum at least once before you were milking around his dick.
you would barely realize that you are clinging to zhongli's shoulders with the head resting against one of his shoulders until the orgasm washes over your body and the geo archon holds you down and keeps you from falling away from xiao, who would be completely mesmerized by the way your face contorts in bliss and your walls clench massively around his slender fingers.
it was the first time for him that there was a real need to have something around his cock, something warm, soft, moist, tight just like your beautiful pussy that was now pulsating completely in his hand.
this need for xiao was fulfilled soon after, when zhongli instructed him to lay you down on the bed and pull your hips gently against his and then slide into you calmly, but calmly? that was the last thing the yaksha could have, he needed now, immediately, to be inside you and zhongli realized that xiao was going to give in to his own desires by the possessive way his hands gripped your waist and pulled you back.
"no, no, xiao, you need to be careful with her," the former geo archon speaks up and grabs the yaksha's waist before he has time to push himself inside you, stopping him, "do it slow, 'kay? slow 'n nice, I promise you'll be able to feel her soon enough."
and then zhongli slowly pulled xiao's hips forward, in the direction of yours, leading and controlling his movements, sliding him inside you so slowly that you could feel every inch and vein of his long shaft.
xiao groans loudly, feeling all thoughts inside his head fade away. so hot and tight, so this is a real pussy, ready to be pounded and stained white inside? it was almost a paradise for him, a yaksha.
in a failed attempt to get out of zhongli's grip, xiao tries to force himself forward, deeper inside you, but having his chance ruined by the archon's hand still on his waist, the adept whimpers, "z-zhongli-daren, please, I—gotta ngh, please, can I? 'S so good 'n—"
his voice turns into a moan as you tighten around him just as zhongli lifts your face by the chin to make sure you're okay.
"mhm, you can, xiao, go on," the archon whispers and xiao mewls in appreciation before he begins to push himself into you with all the remaining strength in his body.
xiao can't yet maintain a rhythm just inside your pussy, but he learns for himself that he loves the feeling of almost completely pulling out to let only his puffy tip inside, and then shoving it all the way back in and feeling your walls swallowing him up ravenously; all while his eyes roll back and several moans escape from deep in his throat.
the smack of skin against skin started to get louder and louder as xiao rutted into you and not even zhongli was immune to the desire as he watched the two of you turn into a mess of drool, slick and precum on that bed.
he could hardly believe himself as he noticed the bulge between his legs caused by a simple loss of virginity, it was the first time in a long while that zhongli felt like a pervert and he had forgotten how good it felt.
it became even harder to control himself when xiao's lust-infused eyes rose up to meet zhongli's and seek the approval of the person they admired the most; xiao wanted to know if he was doing it right, if he was fucking you the way he should.
and the archon god nods as he opens a small smile sideways, "you're doin' great, xiao, don't stop until you're sure you've filled her completely, okay? you'll know you've done a good job when she's cumming again 'n you can watch her leak."
just then, zhongli bends down toward you and takes your face by the chin again, watching your lips glisten with saliva. it was almost a sin to see them useless now that xiao was fucking you like a beast.
his eyes went from your mouth to the bulge between his legs, his head denied from side to side trying to push the thought away and you barely gave time for the thought to be destroyed completely, opening your lips and wrapping them around his long fingers, sucking on them slowly.
a smile appears on the archon's angelic face, his face tilting toward yours and he whispers the following in your direction, "who knows another time, yeah? you are doing so well for our xiao and it'd be a shame if i stole all his attention, don't you think?"
— genshin m.list!
omg id love if you could write a drabble of creator ignoring venti as punishment. maybe with some nsfw if you could. please and thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻
When Punishment Is Met With Perseverance
Ok, so this has been absolutely circling in my head since I got it because it's such a good concept and I really wanted to do it justice, so without further ado
Warnings: 18+ content so minors stay away, general Sagau, Sub Venti/Dom reader, obsession, codependency, oral (receiving), mild degradation at one part, reader is pretty explicitly female here
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It had been exactly three hours, fourty five minutes, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven seconds, and counting, since you had last spoken a single word to him, graced him with your voice.
It was an accident, even if it didn't look it.
It's not as though he didn't feel bad for almost killing a guard after overhearing a few unpleasant choice words that he thought were directed to you.
The first hour Venti just sulked, allowing you the honor of space in the hopes that you would soften up a bit.
The second hour, he tried to reinsert himself into your good graces with his well-known playful demeanor, choosing to wrap his arms around your shoulders when you weren't facing him, whispering praise and apologies as he held tighter to you, and you still refused to pay him any mind.
"My love, my muse, the object of my complete devotion, please talk to me? I'm really sorry, I promise not to be so reckless again."
He was slowly wearing you down, everytime he whined for your attention, pleated for any form of affection.
He tried to draw a reaction out from you physically, resting his head on your shoulder and kissing your neck between desperate pleas.
He went as far as to situating himself on you and wrap his arms around your torso, just holding you there for a few minutes as he basked in your warmth, wishing so intensely to hear something other than just your heartbeat.
Nothing worked, you held strong, he was never going to learn if he kept softening you up in situations like these, you can't keep giving into him.
The third hour was when he got truly desperate, situated himself on his knees, lowering himself before you, begging and praying and whining out things that made it hard to keep blush from dusting your features.
"Please please please talk, please say anything, wouldn't you like to berate me? I'll accept it gladly, just please do it."
You were starting to feel worse, both at his desperation and in the fact that you found it so attractive.
It was almost impossible not to, him making those noises, how he looked up at you with teary eyes, how he pressed soft kisses just below your knee as he stayed sitting on the floor.
It was at the halfway point in the third hour when he started trying to 'seduce' you, undressing himself down so that his clothes were practically hanging off his body, putting himself on display, making noises that were getting harder and harder to constitute as non sensual.
He poured all of his desperation into every time his lips touched your skin, mumbling how he wanted so badly for you to use him, let him please you, atone for his sins on his knees.
You tried so hard to refuse to look at him, to just ignore this completely undignified display, stop your body from reacting to how much it turned you on.
"Please my goddess," Venti practically moaned, "Use me, please use me, I'm yours."
You finally broke, grabbing his neck as he let out a giggle at the sudden action, his eyes filled with need and worship.
"You're pathetic, how do you think Mondstadt would feel to knew their beloved God was acting like such a slut, hmm?"
He let out another sultry whine and kissed your hand, "Mmmm, don't care, it's all for you, I'll act like anything you want me to~"
You rolled your eyes, moving your unoccupied hand so that your thumb was resting on his bottom lip.
He took it into his mouth without thinking, sucking and moaning as you added another.
"Fucking desperate..."
He would be obligated to agree with you if his mouth wasn't being put to other uses, deciding instead to respond by trying to take your fingers deeper, moaning louder to show his complete enjoyment.
After a moment of this you let go of your hold on his neck, causing him to fall to the floor again with a thud.
He immediately moved to start drowning you in affection, kissing and grabbing at your thighs, trying to prove his worth.
He was inching his way ever so closer to you, his intentions would be obvious to anyone in a five mile radius.
You let out a 'tsk' of disapproval, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.
"Ah, n-no, no please, I need it, I need to, please—"
"Then prove it. Beg, use that pretty voice of yours to convince me to let you."
He melted, you called his voice pretty.
Not feeling like giving in just yet, he let out an exaggeratedly pained whine, crawling up your legs with the intent of stealing a kiss. You pushed him back down, giving him something akin to a playful glare which caused his lips to turn upward in a slight smile.
It was hard denying him when he looked so incredibly cute.
He had never begged for anything that didn't pertain to you in some way, you really had a way of ruining him.
"My most divine and merciful love, I beg you, I need you, I want you more than anything. Please, use me, I'll do anything you want, let me make up for my behavior—"
He was cut off, mid-plead, as you gripped his hair tighter, causing him to choke on his own words.
"Go ahead then."
That was all he needed.
With a slight pained look in his eyes, Venti smiled, crawling up your body and capturing your lips in a kiss.
It was brief, not nearly as intense as when he was drooling around your fingers, but it was certainly a start.
He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, simply basking in how sinfull the air was that surrounded the two of you.
You took the opportunity to put your hands on his shoulders and push him back to his knees. He dropped as if weightless, completely hypnotized by the feeling of your hands on him.
The arousal clouded your mind as well, you let your fingers curl into his hair, guiding him to where you were ready and waiting.
His lips moved down to your inner thigh once again, his touch making you shudder as he started sucking and licking at biting your sensitive skin.
You let out something akin to a stifled moan, he moved to a place kisses on your lower stomach in response, a bit above where you needed him.
Desperately, he pulled your underwear down, the last barrier in the way of him getting what he wanted, what he was dying for.
You tried your best to suppress a small whimper, wanting to maintain the power in this situation, which you knew he would be more than happy to steal from you.
He went to work, his moans of pleasure ringing out into the room as his tongue lapped gently at your arousal.
He tried to speak, to thank you and praise you, to whine that he wanted you to pull his hair harder. But you pushed down on the back of his head, stifling all of it.
He whined while continuing his actions, moving his hands behind you and trying to pull you closer, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through you.
Your fingers dug into the back of his head as your own rolled back, eyes closing as the incredible sensation built up, the feeling of his mouth on you, the feeling of complete devotion.
You let out half hearted strings of praise, almost slurring your words together.
His tongue eagerly lapping up everything you gave him, hoping so desperately for more. He was drunk off you, off the feeling of giving himself wholly over to you.
Pleasure rolled through you in waves, he really was too good at this, you had the multi-talented God at your feet completely captivated.
Muscles starting to tense up, you could tell you were getting close as he continued his onset of pleasure.
He could tell too, mumbling pleas into you, begging for you to come, he needed it so badly, it felt like he might die without it.
His actions became more desperate, less rhythmic but more intense, he pulled you tighter, moaned louder, pushed into you harder.
You felt climactic release overwhelm you as Venti's mouth kept going, not slowing down for anything, continuing throughout your orgasm and long after.
Eventually, you had to push him away, feeling the beginning of overstimulation setting in.
He was hesitant to move, completely content to go for another few rounds.
You pushed again, making your wants clear, and felt his mouth leave you as he whispered 'thank you' over and over like a mantra, not even attempting to move from his spot between your legs.
He, instead, rested his head on your thigh, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to the marks he left.
"You're too good at that, you know."
He smiled against you, tracing patterns your skin, "Mmmm, are you sure? I could always do it a few more times if you're not fully convinced."
You let out an airy laugh, "Maybe later."
He took that as a promise and continued to bath you in soft affection, content with silence.
This was the closest he had ever felt to eternal paradise, he might just have to start acting out more if you continued to reward him like this.
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