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sculptorofcrimson · 16 days

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Smokefields

Synopsis: Valdor bathes his lord

Relationships: Valdor x female Emperor Shard

Warnings: Bathroom sex, minorly dubious consent, vaginal fingering, nsfw

Wordcount: 3057 Possible continuation of Snowfields! Had another free 20 minutes to write, enjoy!

It wasn’t a calculated move.

Valdor had carried her into the baths, she still clinging onto him, bleary and half-conscious and half-asleep from the drugs the medicae had given her. Curiously, she seemed to have taken no damage from the lightning at all. Most of the damage inflicted had been sustained while recovering her. She had no doubt Valdor had already laid waste to all that upon that mission, if there were any other than himself, but she no longer found it in herself to despair.

It was simply a rite of Valdor. The price for ruling the world, if it may even be called that.

He had settled her into the warm water with the carefulness of a man caretaking a particularly fragile piece of china, gently lowering her inch by inch, and prying off her hands. She hadn’t even realized when he had stripped her, or if he had ever done so. Valdor seemed to have no concept of shame, humiliation or dishonor, none that he could fathom in any clearly defined way anyways. He was simply here to clean the blood from her frame, there was nothing else in that broken, ironclad mind of his.

She had startled when he had approached her, even while she was lying limply in that bath, head cocked to one side. The Custodian knelt down, soapy sponge in hand, gently reaching out to grasp one of her arms. His grip had tightened when she tried to yank it away. Rhythmically, he had begun to scrub at the skin, firm but gentle. She had watched him continue for a few moments, until he moved lower, until he was working at her stomach, and then her abdomen, and then her thighs. And that was when she had moved.

Valdor had lifted one of her thighs - gently of course - and began to scrub over the skin. The water was warm, his movements swift, and the scent of soap soft and light. He passed over her limbs without even a hint of recognizing this as anything more than a habitual practice, a way of cleaning the filth off a precious piece of jewelry perhaps. She had caught his hand when he tried to move away, and pressed it against her. Something had come undone, something vicious and broken and keening. Something that howled so pitifully out into the encroaching dark, begging for someone, anyone, to listen to her, even if they were her jailer, and his love just as cold as his wrath.

“Constantin.” she had rasped. Her voice was shaky. She didn’t remember what words he had spoken then. Perhaps one more of his habitual declarations of loyalty as he had tilted his head, and waited for her command.

“Yes, my lord?”

Her command was as curt as it was direct. “Bed me.” Something had broken inside of her, alright. Something that had once cared, and was now charred to ashes. Ashes, what an ugly word. It was almost as ugly as “immortal”.

Valdor's reply didn't even change his usual cadence. "Absolutely not, my lord. Your current state-”

She no longer cared enough to fear the consequences of interrupting him. “Surely you know alternatives. Your fingers.” she nodded at him. “I command you to, Constantin.”

He could not resist a direct command. For a moment, Valdor was silent, the sponge held in one loose grip. Then he gave a nod, and set it down, turning to face her entirely.

“Do you remember the first time you had me, my lord?” his question was stated more like a declaration than an actual question. His gaze was eerie. For one, he didn’t seem to be in need of blinking. For another, she felt as if this was an interrogation, even if he had smiled - surprisingly genuine - when he had asked it. It was not a gloating smile, but there was triumph in it anyways, a bitter, victorious smile of a madman that had finally been vindicated in his delusions.

She didn’t know what came over her then. What spiteful, ancient entity had latched onto her limbs and forced open her mouth.

“Constantin.” she spoke. Her voice resonated dully, and instinctively she felt herself raising her chin, straightening her spine, looking him dead in the eye even if her stomach coiled itself into knots at the mere thought of looking into that dreaded, insane gaze.

Valdor was staring back at her with the same fervour of a man that had grovelled in the icefields for centuries, who had finally seen the flame, and was now willing to burn for it. “Yes, my lord?”

She didn’t know what possessed her then, what cruel, vengeful part had snapped out to command him. “Be quiet.” she hissed.

Valdor stalled. He looked at her, as if gauging the seriousness of her command. She spoke nothing, simply calmly held his gaze with one of her own, and impatiently bucked her hips. She had no intentions of hearing him. She would enjoy herself, even if this was the only way she would accept it.

“Be quiet.” she repeated. Then, she grasped his hand, and pressed it against her, and impatiently waved at him to continue.

Valdor simply gave a short nod to show he understood and slipped a finger into her, slow and gentle and without rush.

She inhaled sharply, arching her back as his fingers found her bud and flicked at it. Valdor’s strokes slowed, as if calculating how to approach a particularly complex problem, his grip tightening and pressing down upon her hip until she grumbled in frustration and leaned back down.

He only waited until her movements slowed, then leaned forwards with that maddening grace, as delicate as a dancer performing a pirouette. Valdor lapped gentle kisses against her neck, whispering half-audible words of loyalty she no longer cared for as he freely and gently teased against the wetness of her folds.

“More.” she whispered, gasping. Her shoulders - so thin compared to his bulk - shook in the warm water. Desperately wanting to feel full, desperately wanting to feel loved, to forget the weight of the storm and the snow. Valdor obeys with only a cold smile, something close to satisfaction igniting in his gaze as he traces her entrance with a light touch, brushing against her folds.

A finger, calloused from weaponry and thicker than any mortal man’s digit, gently probes against her one last time, slipping inside with a gentle pressure, curling just to hit the spot that made her mewl and hiss. He strokes her with a slow, wave-like rhythm, holding her against him with a gentle, almost lazy touch. She clenches, feeling Valdor shift with her movements, and rocks her hips back against him.

She was mewling, hissing, clawing at him now. Water splashed around her, droplets sinking into the finery of his robe as she dragged at him, never seeming to make a single difference against his silk. Here he would be, perfect, elegant, without flaw, without even a droplet of water upon his immaculate features. She dragged at him, pulling him closer until she could tilt her head up and kiss him.

The angle was wrong. He was too tall, too large, and he was holding her too tightly to allow for any proper manuveering. Stubbornly, she persists, mouthing against his jawline and dragging at him until he returns it. There was no passion from him, no corresponding joy as he reciprocates. It was as if she had been kissing a corpse. No. Worse. Even corpses can be loved. It was as if she was kissing a statue, one without a heart and without a mind to care.

There was no passion in this. No love. Simply the movements of a primal dance He had beaten out of Valdor long ago, the emotions behind it lost forever, but the movements still remain. He was as utterly obedient as a machine would be, without complaint, and without even resistance. It was, in some horrible, twisted way, submission.

His free hand was no longer wandering through her hair. It had instead braced itself against her hip to steady her. She exalted softly as he slipped another finger inside of her, the movement so damnably gentle. Valdor was a large man, and yet he always took such care in bed. Growling, she reached for him again, seeking to kiss him again. Again, his lips on hers. Cold, mechanical, without passion. He simply opened his lips and let her explore as she wished, he let her taste the taste of incense and parchment and gold and blood upon his tongue, he let her trace his insides without protest. He simply hummed around her tongue, hunching over so that he could reach her, letting her explore the sharp tips of his canines carefully. He pulled away first, right at the edge when she was about to run out of air. He was still there, resolute, his chest barely even moving as she gasped and writhed as his fingers curled up to hit just the right spot. When he felt her relax around him again, he resumed his moments.

She cried out as his fingers found her clit, pumping slowly, gently, yet with that dreaded assurance. The pleasure was almost too much to handle. He wasn’t smiling, not quite, but there was that careful, attentive zeal in those eyes again, dark and calculating as he wrung cry after moan from her, his fingers moving with the same efficiency and grace he had displayed in combat. One moment rubbing against her inner walls, another moving against her clit in a hypnotic pattern.

His hands. Carefully manicured nails, surprisingly slender and graceful fingers, calloused from years of weaponary but still gentle. Those hands. He had killed a man with those hands. Slit his throat and watched him die. She couldn’t divorce the image from her mind, even as she keened and squirmed and danced beneath his grip. His fingers kept their quick rhythm in and out of her cunt, making no other sound except for the skin against skin as he honed in with brutal efficiency upon that spot that made her tremble. She keened at a particularly sharp thrust of his hand, sharper than his normal movements, but not enough to hurt her. His fingers were much thicker than a mortal’s man’s, but so infinitely gentle, even as he relentlessly targeted the spot that made her scream.

She bucked against his grip, sobbing out moans of lust and overwhelming emotion combined, knowing she was in his grasp, knowing he had his free hand holding her down. Smelling that incense, feeling his terrible, murderous presence, and knowing she couldn’t escape as her weeping cunt was fucked with that slow, gentle, yet ruthless pace.

He could have her moaning in minutes. His fingertip, teasingly this time, curls against that sensitive spot. Desperately, she clamps down, rolling her hips as she chases the high. Water splashes from around her as she grasps onto his shoulders, clawing at his robes, trying to find something - anything - to grab onto.

His finger curls against that spot again. She growled a groan of pure lust as he resumes pumping, rubbing against her walls, and her breath was stolen away in a sharp pitched whine. He had been so perfectly trained, so calm and collected even as his grip shifts to rub against her clit. He had been so utterly built to satisfy any purpose, it was inconceivable how he could fail. Hungrily, she clenched around his hand, accepting the only touch he would offer her. Still obedient from her earlier command, Valdor purrs, and moves close. Uncaring of the water now soaking into his robes, he gently spreads her thighs so his hands could have greater room to work. His strokes were faster now, tracing against her walls, leaving her a squirming, writhing mess, the pleasure rising and ebbing like a wave. That sight of him, his hands fisted around a dying man’s neck, was all but forgotten now, beneath that ache, the lust building and rearing until it was nearly unbearable. She squirms, her hips pumping and buckling against him, even as he lets her move as she desires, never letting go nor forcing her still, simply silent and obedient and somehow mechanical. It’s cold, it’s freezing and passionless and heartless, but it’s perfect , as if he had been trained to every cell of her body, programmed to please every inch of her.

“Con…Constantin!” she gasps. The sound was nearly lost over the sloshing of water, and the rhythm of his fingers through her cunt.

He was not yet commanded to speak. Instead, Valdor only tilts his head, like a curious dog listening in. He knows. Of course. He could smell weakness like blood on the water. The movements of his fingers are faster now, her walls clenching and unclenching around him, working her with a simple, brutal efficiency.

Her hands had tangled against his back, tracking small handprints of water. In the places where the water touched, fabric hung dark over his tall frame, draping over lean muscle and perfectly gene-carved tissue. Valdor still holds himself with that perfect, immaculate, dancer's grace, even half-hunched over, his face without even a trace of expression as he works at her, without pause and without hesitation, his eyes occasionally roaming over her flesh as if to verify she was still there, and not a creation of bone or metal. She shudders, and closes her eyes, and loses herself in the mechanical sensation of his fingers. She could feel herself nearing, her walls clenching around his fingers, so close to the edge, hips pumping up and down against him as his movements never pause, guiding her over it with the same, insistent gentleness he had always shown.

She cries out when she comes, the waves both intense and shattering. It crashes over her, raw and brutal like a wave of frost, shockwaves reverberating through her core and her abdomen. For a moment the world dissolves, the scent of incense fading, as her mind fades to nothing but sobs and screams. Valdor works her throughout, strokes slowing down so as not to overstimulate her.

She returns slowly, through blurry eyes, hips still dully rocking as she rides his fingers, waiting for the aftershocks of her orgasm to fade. Valdor’s hand had slowed, free hand now petting her thigh, as if waiting for her to appraise his performance.

Just another dance for him, just another dance. She comes back to herself in pieces, surfacing from the afterglow with a sensation almost like dread as the world refocuses itself with jarring clarity. She could feel the weight of the laurel on her head, the scent of incense from his robes, and the mechanical way he was waiting at rest. She was still clinging to him, her hands having tracked trails of droplets over his robes.

She shudders, and turns away from him. She retreats back into the water, the hot waves lapping gently at her shoulders as she sinks down, facing away from him. He was holding the sponge again, carefully reaching over to bathe her hair, continuing on as if nothing had changed.

Mutely, Valdor tilts his head. He did not have many expressions, and there was nothing except the usual neutral expression he wore while caring for her, as if this was no more important than a routine inspection of a machine for him. He was questioning her, she gathered. Waiting desperately for her approval, or her dissatisfaction.

She closes her eyes, and sinks into the warmth of the bath. Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed at all, utterly nothing at all. She was still under his grasp, except she felt so tired, as if the weight of the world had crushed her down and shattered what remained of her.

Valdor’s fingers were brushing past her face now. He held her gently, yet with insistence, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, he was staring back at her, sponge held in one perfectly maintained hand.

“Was that satisfactory, my lord?” He brushes her hair with an air of careful reverence, before stepping back and waiting for her response. Streaks of wetness were already drying on his robe, leaving not even the semblance of a blemish nor scar against him. He was immortal, wasn’t he? Immortal, and utterly without change.

She resisted the urge to snort a laugh. Instead, she smiled, tired and exhausted and having all the fight broken out of her.

“Yes, Constantin.”

Valdor smiles coldly, as if those were the words he had scripted beforehand, as if this was a performance, and he had taken a bow after a particularly trying dance. There was nothing behind that smile, nothing but a mind that did not know how to love.

“Thank you, my lord.”

When Valdor returned to his ministrations as if nothing had changed, she closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to gaze upon him, or to feel his cold, appraising gaze upon hers. And she was tired.

So tired. So utterly tired. The water was warm around her naked form, Valdor’s movements slow and soothing as he continued the bath, but she was cold. So utterly cold, and so utterly tired, as if the heart beating inside of her had burst and revealed nothing but gold inside. For a moment she understood what the Thunder Warrior Primarch must have felt, feeling the lifeforce bleed from him but not even bothering to stem the blood dripping from his slit throat, no longer having the strength to fight but still helm turned up, still snarling at an empty sky, mouth twisted into a fading growl. He hadn’t died then, not yet, but the years he spent in purgatory after the betrayal must have been no better. Waiting, seething, decaying in his own misery and loss, nothing but shadow now, nothing but decaying, waiting, and watching, simply waiting to die. A prisoner just hoping his gallows could be constructed even a day earlier. A corpse. That’s what they both were. They were the dead, taking part in the future only as handfuls of ash and splinters of bone.

She was already dead, even the ship knew it, even the world itself knew it, even she herself knew it, it was only Valdor who refused to confess to that.

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explicitred · 11 months

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(Trying to Get Your Attention ♡)

Xiao

June 12, Post 8 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Xiao subtly pouted beside you on the side of the bed, as you read a book.

Quietly flipping through the pages of your book, Xiao shyly glanced at you from time to time, trying to make sure you didn’t notice (it’s so obvious lmaooo).

It had been a long week without you, so why weren’t you giving him attention?

He crosses his arms and silently leans towards you a bit, his eyes suddenly finding the floor interesting.

Xiao flinches in surprise when your arm snakes around his waist, bringing him closer to you.

The yaksha blushes heavily, red on his cheeks, as his heart hammers loudly in his chest.

Xiao’s head hesitantly rests on your shoulder, inching his body closer to you.

His eyes drift to what you’re reading, what took your precious attention away from him.

Oh.

It wasn’t a book that had text, no.

It was a picture book with photos of him in his birb form.

“😐”

“You’re very pretty in your birb and human form :D”

Seriously? You were looking at pictures of his birb form while he was sulking and pouting because he wanted (needed) your attention?

Xiao leaned more of his body weight on you, silently whining in his mind after finding out the truth.

And you’re STILL not paying attention to him!

Ugh, does he need to start initiating affection himself? Disgusting, give him affection!

(I kinda thought of that one meme where it’s like, “Disgusting, do it again.”)

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kit-williams · 26 days

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I want to use the Emperor on his golden throne to fry an egg. I’ll be butchered by the Custodes within seconds but it’ll be worth. Emperor fried egg. :)

If the egg ain’t cooked to perfection then I’m using my final breath to Yeet a second egg at his divine corpse/body/being.

So I remember getting this ask and being very confused... but I put this on the backburner for when I would get around to writing yandere custodes and the necromundan scum, that one of them decided to bring home, named smoothie.

@sculptorofcrimson this is your fault/this is the funny one (again my knowledge of the golden boys is very limited/I struggle to write them)

And you lot get to benefit from it @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon

thank you to @squishyowl for the dividers

Smoothie did not like it here... the clean empty inner hallways left nothing for her to scavenge... no place to get food or drinkable water for miles. It was two days before her golden shadow found her dehydrated as she slipped away from him when he had a chance. Adonis only collected her so soon as they were about to release a small swarm of hormagaunts into the imperial palace for practice and Adonis did not like how easily she could slip from his grasp.

Like recently... Adonis felt his fingers clench and unclench as Nicodemus had jested even at how he must have picked up a mindwiped assassin with how easily she could vanish from his grip. But there was something about her that satiated the itch behind his eyes... it sated the desire to feel a crumb of affection back.

Smoothie crawled through the vents moving on padded knees and wearing thicker gloves as she looks around unable to make marks or else they'll figure out where she's going. Everything seemed to narc on her if she tried to make herself comfortable add her own touch to this gawken gawdy golden glitter glamhouse! She looks around as her body starts to tingle and she is certain that she's getting closer to the radiation.

It makes her body tingle... her nose bleed and she needs to get a bit closer to the source till she feels her teeth itch and then she's in the right spot to cook the eggs she stole from the kitchen. Not like she was gonna live very long anyway and if the glamshow that is Donnie and his brothers just casually relaxing with an open source of radiation then she could die faster making something she loved to eat.

"Adonis." One of the Companions said into the coms with a monotone drone that to Adonis belied a hint of amusement.

"Yes?" He replied going over the mental checklist of places to look for her and she rarely went to the same place twice in succession.

"She's in the vents again."

"Of course she is. Thank you Amadeus." He replied slightly between his teeth. If a companion was telling him where she was... he moved quickly.

She saw her 'lover boy' look at her with the most unamused look in his eyes as she just gave a shit eating grin offering him a radaition cooked egg, "Can I offer you an egg my lord?" She snarked at him as one of her eyes was bloodshot and her nose bleeding from even being this close to the golden throne unprotected.

"If I eat it will you come back willingly?" Adonis asked knowing he could just grab her but he hardly delt with such willful... creatures? She was certainly human... just very different from any other... paramour would be a word but so would obsession fit as equally for what this... itches would be.

"I dunno Donnie... I worked so hard in cooking these." Smoothie says peeling the shell away as she took a bite leaving a smear of the neon green lipstick she wore on the white of the egg.

"Smoothie." His augmented voice shakes the air as he does his best not to order her, because that is not what lovers did. But what the supposed ideal versus reality was also another thing to take into account.vHe watches her frown as blood trickles from her nose. She was so much more willful than any of his other paramours obsessions that it confounded him but also greatly excited him.

He is certain that his beloved Lord would have teased him... But then again he and the others would not feel that itching need so often. The pout on her green lips as she crawled closer to him before just putting one to his lips. He ate it, it was simple as he expected it to be.

"Fine we can go. At least before more of my teeth fall out." She says trying to crawl past only for Adonis to hold her to his chest. He moved quicker than she could out of the vents.

She whined as he took her to a rather unused medical area. As it was time to start some treatments to keep at bay the... Side effects of her lifestyle. Adonis had told her that she would be surprised at how much longer she would live around him. He wasn't going to let her fall apart so soon.

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vyloy · 1 year

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Xiao

╰┈➤ tw: non-con, rough Xiao, semi-drunk

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'The temperature today is killing me...!', you think to yourself, already sweating while walking to your morning class, "Hey Y/n! I'm surprised you're not riding your motorcycle to class today", an energetic voice says to you as they caught up with you, "Venti?! I'm shocked you're this early!", you were taken aback upon seeing the short man, "Hey that stings! I can be early when i want to you know", he pouts, crossing his arms and looking away for a second before turning back to you, "Anyways, how about we party tonight at your place?", he smiles brightly, acting as if that would convince you, "My place? why!?", "you're the only one who has a house, not to mention it's big enough for at least 8 people to stay in!", he reasons with you, you sigh in defeat, "Who's going?", "our friends of course! Zhongli, Xiao, Aether, Lumine, Jean, Lisa, Ei, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayaka, Ayato...", Venti continues to list all the people, the more names he lists out, the more your eyes widen in horror.

You place your bag on the table, taking a seat near the edge, making sure it's easier to access the bathroom if you ever need to go really fast, just then, Xiao, someone in your friendgroup, sits next to you, the both of you, despite being friends, never really talked a lot, mostly because whenever you would talk to him, he would shy away which is very uncharacteristic of him seeing as he's cold and distant to others, never breaking his cold facade, at least infront of others it doesn't but you were a different case.

"Um-", just as the short male was about to talk, class had started, making Xiao look away from you and closed his mouth.

As the bell rings, your mood brightens, it's the holidays, what a relief!

You got up to leave, forgetting Xiao was even there in the first place due to his very quiet nature.

"Y/n!", you heard a familiar voice calling out, "Aether?", you turn around to be face to face with the blonde, "I was afraid i wouldn't be able to catch up to you..!", he pants, out of breath from all the running he did just to see you, "Let's get lunch, there's this place i've been longing to visit", "sure why not, let me check if i have enough mo-", "no need, consider this a treat!", he smiles, making your heart melt, he has always been such a sweetheart, "Thank you so much", "no problem, now let's go, i'll drive you there as i heard from Venti you walked here!".

The two walks out of the restaurant with full stomachs, feeling like they could throw up any minute now, "That was dangerously delicious but i am stuffed!", you hold your stomach, looking like you're in pain from all that food consumption, "tell me about it..!", Aether's state wasn't any better, the two of you were more than satisfied with the food.

When you finished taking a shower, you plopped down on the couch and opened a groupchat full of your friends

Yoyoyoo i've gotten a list of what each of you will bring to the party

Of course Diluc will be bringing the wine, don't give us the cheap kind

Aether and Lumine bring plastic cups and utensils

Thoma bring your home cooked meals please :⁠-⁠)

You close your phone, the party's tonight, you were excited yeah but afraid of what the house will look like in the morning, you couldn't even imagine.

Deciding to prepare a few stuff for the party, you head over to a convenience store down the block, grabbing a few snacks and drinks aswell as restocking your food at home.

Night arrives, you wore your usual pajamas in order to be more comfortable. As soon as it hit 7pm, there was a knock on your door, you went to open it and greet them

"Am i too early?", Xiao asks with a poker face, he was wearing a very comfortable outfit, not too extra or too shaby, "you're actually right on time, come on in!".

The two of you sat on the couch for what feels like hours as you waited for the others to arrive, "Y/n, there's something i've been wanting to-", a sudden knock on the door freezes him and his words in place, "I'll get it", you get up to open the door, seeing as it was the rest of your friends, "sorry we're a bit late!", "no worries, it's just a few minutes late, not a big deal".

It had been a couple hours since they first arrived, all of you had already gotten a drink or two, that includid both you and Xiao. "Hey, let's play truth or dare", Venti suggested, "that's a kids game", "what? you scared?", he mocked while smirking, "fine then, let's play".

"Hey! It finally landed on Xiao", Venti exclaims, his face covered in scribbles due to Lumine being dared to draw on his face, "Xiao, truth or dare?", "Dare", "oh getting bold are we?~", Venti teases while thinking of a dare to give the short male, "oh i got one, I dare you to dress up as a maid and serve us", "Venti! That's ridiculous, he wouldn't-", "what, are you afraid you'll be too into it?", he visibly smirks, leaving you speechless, "I don't have a maid outfit anyways, it's impossible", Venti then gets up, rummages through his bag to find a maid outfit, "How the fuck did you know we'll be needing it??", Diluc asks, shocked by the sudden appearance of a maid dress, "Intuition, now put this on", Venti throws it at Xiao and he manages to catch it, "Change in Y/n's room or something".

Xiao walks in, dressed in a maid outfit, complete with a tray that Venti handed him, he was glaring dagger at Venti, you blurted out something along the lines of "You look so pretty and submissive..", it was when the room became silent that you realized what you had just said out loud, "Oh uh-", before you could explain yourself, the room burst out into laughter, Venti laughed until tears fell out of his eyes, "i- can't breathe..!", Venti said, laughing hysterically.

Xiao sat down hesitantly, still affected by what you had just commented about him, "okay let's move on", you said, changing the focus from Xiao to the game.

It is now 2am, almost all your guests were either passed out drunk of have gone to sleep in the guest rooms, you were grabbing some snacks from your cupboard and going back to your room for some alone time, it was then that Xiao came out of nowhere, scaring you due to how quiet he was, "Xiao! I thought you were a ghost..", you held your hand to your chest, letting a breath of relief, "Y/n, there's something i need to tell you", "can you tell me upstairs? I have to set up a few things, in the meantime you can tell me whatever you want", you say, walking upstairs to your room with Xiao following behind you.

You sat on your bed as Xiao stood in your room awkwardly, "well Y/n", you just nodded as you weren't paying attention, not even noticing the shorter male walking towards you. Just as you notice the silence, you look up to see Xiao face to face with you, "Oh...! Xiao?", "Y/n, i like you", a blush covered his face, he was very flustered, "Xiao, i'm sorry but i d-", before you could finish, he was already closing the distance between the two of you, "mm!", you tried struggling but he was too strong even with such a small stature, before you knew it, your hands were pinned on the headboard, leaving you vulnerable to his attacks. His other hand pulled down your pants and underwear, you were now exposed to him, he grabbed your cock and went up and down, stimulating it, "Xiao stop!", you yelled but were shut up by Xiao's lips on yours, keeping you quiet, no matter how much you thrashed, he wouldnt budge, his strength was unbelievable.

Your moans went unheard by the others as Xiao fingered you, adding more and more fingers by the minute, making sure to edge you to your limit, "Ahhn~!", you cried out, he now had three fingers in you, you tried covering your mouth to not alert the others about what was happening to you in your own room, Xiao then lets out a "m" sound before letting go of the lacey underwear he had and grabbing the lube he had found in one of your "secret" drawers, he rubbed it all over his cock before lining up against your hole and thrusting into you, you moaned loudly, no fucking way nobody heard you, Xiao took the chance and pounded you over and over again, "Xiao~", you blurted out, lost in the pleasure, even if you didn't want this, you couldn't deny how good it felt to be pounded by your friend, he was so rough with you, pounding mercilessly into you, your hole sucked him in, making your insides clam around him, "Tight..!", he said in between grunts and moans.

"Look who's pretty and submissive now", he smirks, glad he finally proved to you that he was far from submissive, you were the one who is submissive, not him.

At long last he cums inside of you, painting your insides white, "the others haven't awaken yet, let's continue", he makes the decision all by himself, lifting up one of your leg over his shoulder and giving your thigh a hickey, he went on for hours on end.

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 10 months

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Raaaah Genshin fic ᴵ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿⁿᵉʳˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱᶜˢ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵛᵃ ⁱˢ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ!!

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙴𝚖𝚘 𝙱𝚘𝚢!

xɪᴀᴏ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀᴜ

𝓧iao was seen as a "violent emo boy" around campus. Not many approached him for his intimidating looks and cold personality, glaring at anyone who even bats an eye at him, like a threat to end them if they continue to stare longer... He was mostly calm, but could get a bit violent. He saw others as worthless insects that do nothing but get in his way. If someone were to accidently bump into Xiao, he would glare at them intensely, like he would murder them. Though his views changed when he met... you.

𝓨ou were a new exchange student, coming to this school from your old one after an incident, causing your parents to take you out from that school permanently. You were just like him... cold and reserved, but not violent. You were defensive of yourself, only resorting to violence if you feel you are in true danger, which a few bullies nearly got sent to the hospital after daring to pull out a knife on you. You folded them like paper, as if they were a mere fly in your hand, you crushed them. You also weren't an idiot. Your grades were amazing, from what Xiao had heard. Despite your coldness, you still offered help to others, and you were kind. All the other students liked you.

𝓣his could be considered love at first sight for Xiao, as soon as he laid eyes on you the first time, he felt like you were the piece of the puzzle he was missing. He felt more... complete. You had everything Xiao could ever want in a person. You were smart, kind and brave. He wanted to approach you... but how could he? He was far to nervous and anxious to even get even a centimeter closer to you. For a while, he stuck to watching you from afar. Every time he saw your face, his heart skipped beats. No doubt he was in love. It was the first time he felt like this, he never fell in love before seeing you. Heh, to think his first love was someone who was the same as him... but at the same time, completely different... It was funny.

𝓔very now and then, you'd notice Xiao staring at you, hiding behind corners or doors, whenever you did, he always seemed to have a slightly red face, and if he noticed you staring back, he'd put on a cold expression again and look away. You knew about Xiao from others, but what you were seeing wasn't what they told you, saying he was extremely violent and would beat you up on sight. To you, he just seemed shy... You always wondered why he was watching you like that, and to be honest, you got more curious about him the more you caught him staring, the urge to approach him growing stronger. Eventually, you started trying to do so. He seemed a bit nervous when you first did so, jumping a bit when you came behind him, and said 'hi'. The people around you during the time of this interaction were worried for your safety when they saw you around Xiao, but were shocked to see Xiao didn't seem to be... violent or angry with you. He just... spoke to you with such... nervousness. He had a completely normal conversation with you, besides his stuttering. They immediately thought you used some kind of magic to turn Xiao into such a... nervous wreck. He seemed so warm towards you, and so shy... it was shocking for anyone, really. He always stuttered or spoke really quickly to you, his face just remaining so red... you almost thought he was having a fever or something, when in reality, he was just worried that if he spoke to you for too long, he may just blurt out the words "I love you!" randomly at you, because that's what he really wants to say to you. He wants to tell you all his affections and feelings for you... but he can never get the courage to do so yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guess what? CLIFFHANGER HAHAHAHAHA

tbh I just wanted to get something out there since I've been so inactive in the fanfic department and my boss (my brain) keeps telling me I need to start spitting fics out like a printer but at the same time I've been super duper tired and had writer's block hahahhaaa! Fun!

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ourolite2 · 3 months

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⬭ 𓈒 ݁ mise en scène xiao + male ( unassigned race ) reader. one-shot coded! sfw/slightly suggestive. written in third person, little playful flirts, little moans, little kissing, y’know how it be. ༄

“Given that I’m the more romantic one as well, if not am the romantic one… don’t you find that flattering?”

𝒴ou think that an Adeptus being reduced to reposing on the highest railing of Wangshuu Inn was the perfect opportunity to harass it, don’t you? The titillating scent of qingxin flowers, which featured a nostalgic longing of vanilla abstract, was enough to send poor ol’ Xiao to another conflicting spiral, seeing as you, his boyfriend, tend to utilize his favored scents against him in order to, and he quotes, “neutralize him”. At first, as much he refuses to admit it, your silage was memorable and effective, though the ludicrous comparisons only delayed his reactions, for Xiao’s combative persona enjoys to shut him down completely.

“You think I would be interested in such idle matters?” A response that you anticipated grandly; he has told you countless times that his intuition is Herculean. His wry humor (or what he considers to be “humorous”) was another trait etched within your heart, no matter how dismissive he deems himself to be for the sake of admitting his faults while dismissing his pride. Even your feline counterpart, who forbade himself from rubbing his cheek against Xiao’s ankle, looked up at you as if he overheard the word “no” — an expression imbued with incredulity. Xiao knew that you were more than invested in romance from the day he “consulted” the former Geo Archon for tips… masked with complaints, of course.

“Aside from that, mocking a mortal’s standards should not be anywhere near a challenge for an Adeptus. Your predictability is laughable.”

Your soft lips, ones that were lathered with a Nilotpala-based oil, one of the finest flowers located in Sumeru, parted slightly with feigned puzzlement and offense after hearing Xiao’s ironically predictable response. He accepted that he was shorter than you, made more mistakes than you, but you being more familiar with romance than him is when he draws the line? Oh, how priceless, not even the Golden House was enough to bribe you into forgetting all about his reaction.

With a lighthearted laugh, you leaned closer to your lover’s inexpressible facial features, though you were quite fixated on his medallion-adorned eyes, which told the most tales out of every single fiber of the shorter male’s body. They were quick to flutter and widen like a Monarch butterfly’s first hibernation during the month that governed the most somnolent snow, November. They would prod and dart like a proboscis with its pistil, though it seems that this little butterfly in question was struggling to focus on the silk flower before it. Perhaps it was his first feast?

“Xiao, your mind is as sharp as the scepter you wield, though I do have some doubts…”

Your tone was embedded with a puckish uncertainty that would also offend the Vigilant Yaksha, seeing as you would seem rather genuine with your words, though your charisma definitely confined the condescending snark you muttered towards ones you’re humored by. It would be easier to retort with something equally as snark, but instead Xiao scoffed before rudely scooting away from his aggravating lover, which earned intrusive snickers from the tri-colored feline below the both of them.

“A parrot’s purpose… what is it?”

He wasn’t going to inure another one of your mind games, he wasn’t. Another whirl of aggravation aroused within his abdomen that he compares to what mortals receive when they eat something unordinary. Perhaps being bound to one causes an Adeptus to strip away its importance until it’s no more than a mere bug on the fence. How could he ever confront Zhongli about this? His adeptual prowess dissipated because of his mortal.. such absurdity is needed to be solved alone, and by solved, he means by fanning it off with a baleful lour and a commanding:

“Elaborate.”

An impatient man, very complimentary indeed. You couldn’t help but chuckle endearingly at his demand as you watched him cross his arms over his chest that corresponded with his infamous glower. Indigo, the well-trusted sidekick and sorry excuse of a wingman sensed the circulating tension, resulting in him yowling intrusively (likely equivalent to a human instigating, what a silly kitty). While angling your head so that you were playfully staring up at Xiao, your grasp tightened on the bar of the railing to keep your balance unharmed. As “predictable” mortals turn out to be, emotions will remain unbridled, and that’s something you would never hear from a roseate-tickled nose.

“Show me how well you could imitate human culture,” You demanded, though your demands were far from definite and controlling, but rather tranquilizing and suggestive. Your eyes were muddled with adulating words that Xiao could unlock with little permission, but because he was so new to this whole dating thing, he prefers to keep the romanticism to a minimum. Though, Xiao was being put on the spot here, considering that his boyfriend potentially threatened his pride to diminish in order to break his own pride, which was unbreakable. It was very contradictory, and the paradox was merely causing more nauseating swirls in his gut. Oh how much he despised this mortal body and all its perplexing components.

One who he didn’t despise, ironically, is the one who was harassing him at the moment — the charismatic beau who didn't comprehend the concept of personal space, the one whose feathery fingers trail circles amongst Xiao’s archaic forearm tattoos, or simply… Y/n, the one whose lips were tainted with desirability that had the potential to diffuse any mortal’s suspicion without getting too deep into verbal persuasion. Xiao could acknowledge your talent, and he was rather impressed, but the longer he had to listen to you speak, the more his mind was no more than an intrusion itself. Times like this he was convinced that you were anything but human; how could a mere mortal man make him ruminate with this much intensity?

Time was of the essence, for he didn’t have even a millisecond to predict your movements, let alone one for rumination. Your fingers broke him out of his concentrated yet miffed expression in order to keep his head from drifting away from you. Xiao didn’t even realize his attempt on looking away judging by the way his eyes widened with shock. He shook it away however, like he always does, since you were pampering his poor mind with an additional question — “Show me how you would charm me in a way that makes me sick.”

Xiao didn’t have a clue on what you meant, though as stated previously, his mind was sharp enough to use context clues. If charming resulted in stomach aches such as the ones he was receiving, then he definitely didn’t want to return the favor, let alone sudden heat flashes of supposed delirium. He was convinced that he was going insane at the moment. How could mere teasing cause such an inane reaction? The worst part about it is that your guys’ ideal of a “safe word” consisted of him teleporting for a moment only to return the next day, so it was mortifying knowing that Y/n was relishing in the poor Adeptus’s distress.

Xiao took a deep breath, finally retaliating after a moment of fluster. “Tch… such an exasperating—”

“Please?” Politely and genuinely, which wasn’t uncharacteristic in the slightest, you pleaded while finally removing your hand from Xiao’s chin. Your eloquence is one of the reasons why Xiao was invested in you in the first place, so it makes sense as to why you used your genuinity against him. Not to mention the slight spark that inflamed into a raging wildfire in his chest once you dropped your act, reducing to your teasing persona; it never failed to just drive him closer and closer to insanity. “Or perhaps you are ignorant to the idea of romance. Our little game of opposite attract has come to an—”

He was compelled to shut you up, right then and there. And so he did. Impulsively. One moment he was impetuously grasping onto your shirt collar, rightfully earning a warning hiss from the eavesdropping calico and a widened eye partner whose body threatened to fall off the balcony, and then the next moment Sumeru’s moony petals blossomed amorously across the Yaksha’s tongue once his lips waltzed alongside of yours. The choreography was futile, seeing as not enough research in the world could prepare Xiao for this moment, therefore he’s relying on utter instinct, unlike the mortal who could definitely get used to Xiao’s sudden inexperienced kisses. Romance was no less than a distraction for ones with unconcentrated minds that were easily inflicted with delusions, Xiao would mentally declare.

Repetitively, he mentally scolded himself, claiming that he was merely showing you that he could be delusional as well. He could mock your cultural values, and his lips could give you that ethereal effect like no other. Xiao was so blinded by your taunts and challenges, he was finally realizing what he’s done, which caused him to immediately break from the deplorable kiss with a pale, stretched face. He was going to verbalize his excuses quickly, though Y/n was feeling uncharacteristically rude with the way he pressed his lips against Xiao’s once again.

You were meticulous and patient, chuckling against his quivering lips as Xiao used the little knowledge he had on kissing in order to impress you. The additional tongue from the Adeptus was something to cackle at once you’re through, and the way you could feel him groan in discomfort was even more humorous. It was utterly obvious that it was his first time, so prying wouldn’t do much good.

“Xiao… Xiao… beloved…” You cooed his name and endearing sobriquet breathlessly in between the kisses like some sort of mantra, successfully earning another groan from him, but instead he pulled away from the kiss the second time, making it clear that he didn’t want to attempt again by scooting over and facing his head the opposite direction. He hasn’t teleported yet, so it gave you the time to adore the way his ears gleamed an intense crimson and even—

Oh, there he goes.

Instinctively, you slid off the railing when your boyfriend vanished within thin air right before he even began to say anything. Externally, your expression neutralized into a look of relief when this said action occurred, but your mind now began to race with unresolved questions that needed to be answered accordingly and promptly. You were now extremely worried that he caused discomfort to him; the idea made you sigh to yourself, shaking your head with disappointment.

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beautifulblooms · 1 year

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Xiao general headcanons

I woke up and said "yep I wanna write headcanons" so here they are, and they're for my favorite adeptus too. I hope you all enjoy these fluffy little tidbits about the vigilant yaksha. GN/Male reader implied but I'm pretty sure I didn't use any pronouns

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine-aligned, and male readers!

He’s somehow so stubborn and rude but at the same time the sweetest most caring person ever

Like, he would 100% tell someone to stop being stupid, then go home to you and request cuddles

Although, him requesting anything took a long time of convincing and confidence building with help from you

He’s utterly adorable tho when he’s with you at Wangshu Inn

Definitely ticklish

You both found that out together one day when he was coming home from a patrol around Giuli Plains

“(y/n), I’m back”

“Xiao! I missed you, are you alright? You were gone for longer than normal”

Coming up behind him you grabbed his waist a little quicker and tighter than he expected, to which he yelped slightly in return

“Um, yes I’m fine, there were some hilichurls-”

“Were not gonna pretend like you didn’t just make that noise, now are we?”

He went quiet and wasn’t exactly sure what to do besides turn around in your arms and put his head on your shoulder to hide the blush on his cheeks

“Xiao, are you ticklish?”

He was still quietly hiding his face

Since he still wasn’t answering, you started to tickle his sides again

He jolted at the touch and was trying to hold back whines and small laughs while you kept going

“I’m not gonna stop until you tell me if you’re ticklish”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

He could barely get the words out with short giggles between every few words

“C’mon baby, just tell me you’re ticklish and I’ll stop”

He wanted to keep up his tough facade but couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore

“Fine! Yes yes, I’m ticklish now will you stop antagonizing me!”

“That’s all I needed my mighty Adeptus”

His cheeks somehow got redder at the nickname and he went back to hiding his face in your shoulder

“Please don’t tell anyone”

“Like I’d ever tell anyone about this precious secret”

After that, he would not let his guard down entirely around you for a little, worried you might tickle him randomly

I mean it was kinda fair cause you did do it sometimes to hear his adorable laugh and squeak

He loves to watch you cook, especially cooking with you

He’s not the best at it but certainly loves to help with what he can

Best at chopping things

If you make him almond tofu he literally will be like a puppy getting its favorite treat

Sitting there wide-eyed waiting for it to be done

Loves to sit on the top ledge of the Inn with you just to watch the stars and get close to you if he gets cold

Well, he says he’s cold but you know he isn;t actually and just wants to be close to you

He doesn’t really sleep either, but he can pretend to for your sake

Having you next to him really helps calm him down too

Makes the karma easier to handle as well, in his own words

Overall, great boyfriend, utterly adorable, 10/10 I want him

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 3 months

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Aether - "Mysterious Adeptus, Sky Weaver"

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In which the Traveler and Paimon unknowingly come across a mysterious adeptus by the name of Sky Weaver while the two are exploring near the sparsely populated cliffsides of Mt. Mingyuan. Or; In which the long-forgotten tale of the adeptus Sky Weaver is uncovered by Aether from the lips of the various Adepti of the Nation of Liyue and the people who know them.

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“Now that we've helped Fujin tend to the soil, Paimon has noticed that it's a lot prettier in Chenyu Vale.”

The floating fairy-like creature chirps as she hovers along the dirt path by her blonde companion's side.

“Speaking of prettier things. Traveler, did you notice that the sky here in Chenyu Vale is much different from the skies in the rest of Liyue?”

The golden blonde next to her stops and turns his gaze onto her, raising a brow of skepticism. His eyes then raise to the darkened sky that hangs above them and take in the sight.

What Paimon said was true. The sky truly was different from the rest of Liyue and any other region that the two had visited so far. As it was night, the sky was a deep midnight blue with swirls of violet and turquoise that seemed to glow from within the cotton-like clouds that partially obscured and circled the shining white moon. Stars speckle the suspended landscape of night haphazardly, their droplets of white add an almost otherworldly quality to the already ethereal scene. And, of course, the faded silhouette of Celestia looms ominously in the distance, creeping north ever so slowly. It truly was unlike anything that Aether had ever seen before.

“That's–… how did I never notice it.”

The golden blonde mumbles as he looks up in wonder and amazement, but also confusion.

Why was the sky in Chenyu Vale so drastically different from anywhere else? What was so different about this place? How was the sky this way in the first place? It was strange; like the sky was altered by something to be this way, and although Aether wanted to think that something like that was impossible, his expectations have been demolished and rebuilt countless times since he descended into Teyvat.

The small bob-haired fairy floated in front of his face and waved her arms about to attract his attention.

“Hey, if you're curious about the sky, why don't we head back to Yilong Wharf and ask the locals about it? Maybe if we're lucky we'll run into Cloud Retai– uhm… Xianyun again; she might know too!”

Paimon suggests before turning and floating further down the dirt road toward their new destination.

“Hm.”

Aether hums, giving a curt nod as he follows his guide back to the wharf.

“Uuugh! Paimon is so tired! Why is Chiwang Terrace so far from here anyway!? It's already daytime!”

Paimon whines as she slowly floats along with her blonde companion at a snail's pace in a slumped-over position.

“How about we head over to Jiulue Teahouse? We can sit down and eat some of the local dishes then we can start asking around.”

The outlander chuckles softly as he reaches over and pats the floating girl on the head in sympathy before grabbing her and carefully holding her under his arm. Paimon only sighs and gives her friend a nod as she's carried off in the direction of the teahouse.

On their way over to one of the nearby stalls, Aether spots a storyteller on the outside stage; maybe this storyteller has a few tales about the skies here. Though, after a short deliberation, he lets his floating companion go and buy food for the two of them while he goes and speaks to the storyteller; with a reasonable allowance, lest the girl buy out the stall's entire stock and empty his mora pouch.

Once the two part ways, the golden blonde sees the older man leaving off the stage, seemingly emptied of his arsenal of tall tales. So he waves the man, who he learns is named Jiewu going by the nearby chatter of patrons, down.

“Excuse me! I know that you just got off the stage, but I was wondering if you had any stories about the skies of Chenyu Vale?”

He asked straightforwardly; getting a comical sweat drop from the older man at his bluntness.

Jiewu mutters a bit as he pinches his chin between his thumb and forefinger; his crow's feet becoming more pronounced as he squints his eyes in thought. The older man takes a glance up at the magnificent sky with a bland expression, as if it were the most mundane thing that he'd ever seen before. It was almost as if he didn't notice anything significant at all. Strange.

“I can't say I have any stories about the sky, young man. I've no clue why you're interested in something like that, there's nothing very spectacular about the sky.”

Jiewu confusedly drones out; raising a thick brow at the blonde and taking another glance at the sky above.

“Was there anything else you needed, young man? If I'm not home soon, my wife will have a fit”

The older man asks in a still polite but slightly rushed tone, making it clear that he wanted the conversation to end quickly.

Aether only shakes his head and allows the man to take his leave. Turning around, he sees Paimon floating toward him with bagged food in hand and an annoyed expression on her face. He raises a brow at her, silently asking what was wrong.

“Paimon asked the stall owner about the sky while waiting for the food, but he only looked at Paimon with a weird face and said ‘there's nothing really special about the sky, is there?’. And the other people Paimon asked said something similar!”

The floating girl loudly complains before digging her hands into the bag, pulling out a skewer of food and angrily chomping on it; letting out muffled mumbles about giving the stall owner an ugly nickname.

Aether only sighs as he motions for his fairy-like companion to follow him.

Their next stop: Mt. Mingyuan!

As the traveler scaled the cliffs of Mt. Mingyuan, he kept hearing the sound of a paper bag rustling and the unmistakable munching of food. A metaphorical vein bulged out on his temple as he whipped his head around to look at his floating guide.

“You— Paimon, give me the bag! If you eat everything again, I swear I'll feed you to a cryo slime!”

Aether growled as he recklessly took one hand off the cliffside to swipe at the bag in Paimon's hands, the girl dodging every time.

Unfortunately, all the wild movements made him lose his foothold in the cliffside and sent him plummeting towards the ground below. In too much shock to deploy his wind glider, all the golden blonde could do was stare upwards at the screaming Paimon who too was frozen in fear.

But then… on the wind, he heard a faint whisper of droplets landing on the surface of water…

From beneath him, Aether felt a soft embrace pushing him upwards; the quiet sounds of shifting waters made him look back. What he could only describe was a small cloud of heavy mist with a ring of water swirling around it. The strange cloud lifted him, and Paimon when it reached the height she was at, up and over the cliffside, where it then came to a stop and seemingly patiently waited for him to get off.

The golden blonde shakily stumbled off of the helpful cloud and fell on his bottom on the grassy cliff top. His heart beat erratically and his whole body trembled as the adrenaline finally caught up with him. He didn't even register the tearful apologies of his floating friend as she hugged him and sobbed into his chest.

“...One did not think that mortals had become so foolish over such a short time…”

A gentle voice softly whispered from a place that Aether couldn't locate.

“...You shall consider yourself lucky that one was present to witness your fall, lest you no longer be among the living…”

The voice spoke familiarly; it reminded Aether of how Xianyun and the other adeptus spoke. Surely this voice must belong to another adeptus that he just hadn't met yet.

“...Descend the mountain and return to a safer location, the cliffs of Mt. Mingyuan are no place for young mortals like yourself…”

The voice spoke again, this time though, it seemed to be coming from the cloud that saved him from his fall. With every syllable pronounced, the cloud of mist gave off a faint but ethereal glow in a medley of colors. Colors that were reminiscent of the night sky that he had seen just yesterday.

Breaking from his adrenaline-fueled trance, Aether shakily gets to his feet and takes the still-sobbing Paimon into his arms. He spared a glance back at the cloud, tempted to stay and ask it about its possible connection to the mysterious skies that he had been wondering about, but one look at the disheveled companion in his arms and he knew his answer. He'd have to worry about that later, his dear friend needs him right now.

“Can… Can I ask you for your name?”

The golden blonde asked, almost sounding as if he was begging with how his voice trembled.

“...One's name should be of no concern to you at this time; you must go now…”

The ‘cloud’ softly answered back, as if it were trying to coax a sleepy child back into a dream.

With that answer, Aether nodded and headed down the mountain with careful and measured steps, occasionally giving quick glances down at the sleeping Paimon's tear-stained face. He sighs, perhaps he can just ask about this mysterious adeptus another time, he has much more important things to worry about now.

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xinnabon · 2 years

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...gone wrong? IDOL AU #xiao x gn!reader [angst]

.cw slight swearing, guilt trip...?

part 1 + note: part 1 isn't likely similar to this one since part one was pretty much fluffy cute confession. but i'm onto somewhere extreme this time.

.sum a month have already gone by and the more time went on, xiao gotten too much to handle form his business as an idol. date night got completely cancelled.

taking in requests! i appreciate it a whole lot lol.

a/n: parts might just end up proceeding as acquired in with dialogues with short description of given actions.

time is ticking. you've already been sitting at the dinner table for over an hour now. looking at the very sparkling water just right in front of your perspective. people right in the restaurant gave you dissatisfied looks, you already had a sense of discomfort and embarrassment right on the spot. where is he?

the waitress have been pestering you around whether if you decided to take your order or just simply take out. you appreciate he's trying to help but isn't it just with you two? he was never like this. you couldn't take it anymore, you can't sit around another hour looking like a fool with the opinions of others to just pity you.

you already managed to leave the restaurant you two planned to go. what was it at the moment that disrupted your plans with him. missed phone calls and messages had been fiddling around with his phone, still wouldn't bother to at least peak in one of them?

home. it's dark. your mind still runs as you proceed to change into your casual clothes... ditched? forgotten? what other reason could there be when it was outrageously rude to leave someone waiting for their date to come. the atmosphere already felt like it's gotten darker the more you think. you feel dizzy. but it isn't that feeling anymore.

past 30 minutes gone by. you had no interest of the door bell ringing multiple times to annoy you. it was him, wasn't it? you already ignored him for a while. he just couldn't stop.

you got up and finally opened the door.

"look, i'm sorry i've been ignoring your calls--"

"no. let's talk seriously."

you allowed him to enter your home. does he even have any right to step foot after what he did? sure wasn't the first time for a date to go wrong.

"i hope you come to realize on how much of a fool i looked like for an hour sitting in that restaurant. i know what you're thinking, you're just gonna say sorry as if it's the first time you left me on in that table."

"first, i was at practice. second, my phone got taken away by my manager."

"are you not getting the whole point? i prepared myself and i actually thought this time was going to take in a much more enjoyable night. 1 hour. i've been waiting for your ass and you're gonna say you're just sorry? don't you think you owe me more than an apology that sounds so... hollow? really, what's the problem?"

"i'm not allowed to be in relationships. it was listed in the contract and i hadn't read it in carefully as an idol--"

"you could've broke us off. it was that simple, xiao. instead of trying to run away from our dates and ignoring every bit from me, you could've told me to just back off. but, look where that got us! you made me look like a god damn embarrassment!"

"i understand your situation and with my packed up schedule pretty busy, but couldn't we just start again? there's no use in fighting. let's just reschedule."

"uhuh. as if."

"say, your career as an idol or being in a relationship with me?"

"what."

"we have the night to ourselves. don't waste time. or... you just couldn't answer?"

the room felt like it was flickering in silence. you were at the point that you didn't seem to partake in interest of these anymore. it was just a sick fantasy after all. his voice weakens. he looked like he was out of his shell but still trapped.

"my career."

"see. it wasn't that hard. i know you've been working your whole life into this and really, i was expecting for all of that. if you have no more to do with me, go off. start a new beginning because i'd really consider this as an end."

the conversation already ended. you still act neutral with him but you still had no interest of going with him again. you were still hurt but the more you think about it, you regretted every moment spared your time just thinking about all the things you two would do. at least... the normal type of kinds unlike on how it ended up.

you aren't the bad person. no. you were just trying to make it work. but trying doesn't really give in to work with you and xiao. once in a life time, you never felt so relieved to have loved someone. you felt like floating in the air with him. huh. must of had the wildest sick twisted fantasies you ever override with him. a slight tinge starts to bother you right at your eyes. tear drops ran along features of your face. at least from afar, you appreciate him being the first and last you'll ever meet.

time to put your clown shoes on silly goose.

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teal-sword · 8 months

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Xiao x reader

Tw: Guns, blood, being watched, kidnapping (tell me if I missed anything)

Please, please, help me

✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧

God he was beautiful you could never seem to ever get the courage to talk to him no matter how much your co-worker hypes you up to say a simple hi or an subtle flirt you just couldn't.. that was until tonight you were on the closing shift and she had gotten the permission to have a half day for an doctor's appointment she won't tell you why but you feel like if she won't tell you it's embarrassing or disgusting either way you won't push it.

You called out a name and put the coffee down on the counter the person thanked you quickly and left the coffee shop it's quiet now, peaceful, you could say it was just you behind the counter and him... As always he's cool, calm and just plain down handsome, majestic you could say ok today's the day your going to walk up to him say hi while he's working and start a conversation wait he's walking up to the counter oh god.. oh no the last thing was a lie lord if you exist make him turn the other way

"Hello? Are you feeling good?" He called out snapping you out of it

He's close very close basically leaning a bit on the counter if it wasn't for the counter you two could basically kiss.. stop Y/n!

"Sorry I was just spacing out I'm good," you put a hand on your heart "Do you need anything?" You ask nervously your other hand fidgeting with your apron

His face turned from blank to annoyed 'How amusing' Xiao thought to himself

"I'm just going to pay for my drink and food" he holds out a card for you to take

Okay Y/n you may have not made the first convo but your going to carry it

You hold his hand that held the card and pushed it away lightly to him

"Don't worry it's free to think of it as sorry for not listening" you say to him, he secures his bag that was leaning on his shoulder

"thank you" he puts the card back in his wallet

"I'm Xiao, Adepts Xiao" I know! I've been crushing on you for weeks!

"I'm Y/n" you smile nervously he gives a little smile back

"Call me I'll be here when you call" he hands you a note and walks out the door holding the hand you held so delicately

You look at the note and open it

Call me XXX-XXX-XX

It was simple and straight to the point but god it made you blush redder than a rose and heart pound as fast if a gun pointed directly at it

You slipped it into your pocket and walked out of the counter and started cleaning

You made sure everything was clean from the chairs being at a table and the tables not having anything on top of them that shouldn't be there

Hanging up your apron and turning off the lights you walked outside locking the glass doors and reaching up to pull down the metal thingy and locked it you pocketed the key knowing you had the opening shift tomorrow anyway and started walking home

During your walk it felt more disturbing than usual sure walking home alone at night is generally not the best but it feels like your being watched

You look back and see no one but you take out your phone out of your bag and keep it in your pocket keeping your hand on the on button ready to press a bunch to trigger the 911 message and call incase there was someone and you walked home but you heard footsteps behind you then a whooshing sound you look back hurriedly to catch something else but only a stray cat grooming itself on a bench you sigh out of relief and walk to it

"you must be what I thought was watching me" you chuckle half heartily to yourself and let the cat it purrs and rubs itself on your hand before it stands up and leaves you laugh to yourself and continue your walk

When you reach your apartment you walk into it and drop your bag and kick off your shoes as soon as you passed the doorway

Walking into the living room you froze at the sight walking closer you saw on your nice white wall was stained with red it was too weird.. no way to explain this but this was blood form all your school projects you would have known if it was paint but some parts are turning brown from drying out while some are still a vibrant red

What was written disturbed you more than the fact this was blood in messy yet steady handwriting in bold

We finally talked :)

Never thought an emoticon could scare you so much it's eyes brown from drying but the rest it fresh

"oh god"

You take out your phone ready to call 911 but a a noise stopped you

You look at the hallway beside your small kitchen that exact hallway leads to the bathroom, an extra room and.. your bedroom

Oh god they're still here

You walk slowly to the kitchen and grab a knife from the kitchen using it as a self defense weapon

Your mistake is that you left your phone by the sink causing it to fall in the sink in a basin of water with 2 plates and a fork and spoon causing it to break now it's useless

First the bathroom the door creeks when opened but no noise like from earlier came you explored he inside everything was in place your toothbrush, the towel.. huh the laundry is gone and the washing machine had clean laundry

You left the bathroom "I didn't do my laundry before I left? I was late so I got ready and couldn't do my usual load... " you whispered to yourself and walked to your bedroom

You thought to yourself 'Your extra room was filled with shit so even if someone was in there it would fall on them not make small not that hearable sounds' you staggered before just ripping the theoretical bandaid and opened the door gluing your eyes shut waiting for someone to hit you

But there was nothing you opened you right then the left eye to see everything in it's place

Weird..

You put the knife on your desk and lay down on the bed

The window is open

"That was weird"

You feel it again like someone is watching you standing up from the bed you turn your back on the window and face the door

A hand touched your shoulder and another covered you mouth

You stopped in your tracks

BANG!

You feel to your knees in pain your.. your leg

BANG!

Your shoulder

the hot tip of the gun burns you when it touches your stomach

The gunshots were too loud you can't hear properly you felt awful drowsy

And then you passed out

___

You woke up in pain on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room in pain you sat up and looked at the door not too far from the bed.

I bet you already know who did this (⁠◡⁠ ᴗ)

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sculptorofcrimson · 19 days

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Valdor(NSFW edition) + Yandere

Valdor x Gn!Emperor Shard (or rather, if Valdor assumes they're an Emperor shard.)

I bring MORE brainrot! My thoughts on nsfw Valdor, some yandere parts!

@kit-williams I bring another carcass to feast.

He's gentle. So damnably gentle. He would never raise a hand nor claw against his master. Unless his beloved is a Thunder Warrior or particularly hardy Astartes, he refuses to engage in penetrative sex at all, without far too much preparation, even for a Custodes.

He’s gentle. He doesn’t press. He doesn’t insist. It’s only a physical exertion for him, after all.

The Emperor made it so that he would never speak against Him. Instead, He put his tongue to better use. Have you ever been eaten out/sucked off by a Custodes while reigning on a throne, as he purrs, pleasantly swallowing cum with that same, obsessive loyalty, gazing up with nothing but worship, thanking his beloved reborn Emperor for accepting him?

Valdor insists on calling his beloved his Emperor. He calls them his master, his liege, his lord. His Emperor shard. He’ll use no other name. He’ll accept no other name, that broken mind of him will accept nothing else.

Laurels. He loves laurels. Or rather, he loves what they once meant, he loves the Emperor that wore the crown. Valdor will insist his beloved relive these memories with him, even if the memories were never theirs to begin with.

Only a servant. Only a servant, and nothing more. He obeys. Whatever his beloved wants from him, he obeys. He’ll listen to any command, no matter how degrading it may be for him. But never to hurt them. Never. Valdor would never hurt his master, of course.

Thrones. Thrones and worship. He loves to kneel. If there is any place he prefers, it’s upon a Throne, worshipping the body of his reborn Emperor.

Top or bottom? Valdor does not care. He’ll be whatever the Emperor demands of him. He could be used as a cocksleeve and cast aside, and he’d still thank Him for the treatment.

He doesn’t feel arousal the same way a human might. For him, it’s simply a physical exertion. Even sensations are different, they’re…more dulled. Less sharp, less primal, less human for him. He derives no pleasure from pleasure itself, he only derives pleasure from pleasuring another. Valdor’s a servant. He exists to be used.

Valdor doesn’t feel pleasure the same way a human might. He doesn't pleasure himself. The only sensations he understands are only satisfaction, and failure. He cannot fail. He will not fail his master. He exists to serve, to please and to satisfy. He takes no pleasure in anything, he finds no satisfaction except in seeing the exultation in his master’s eyes.

Valdor doesn’t care, so long as it pleases his master. He himself doesn’t need to be pleased. He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves Him. He finds pleasure in His pleasure, simple as that.

An Astartes, a Sister, a guardsman, it doesn’t matter. He finds pleasure when the Astartes that was the Emperor reborn gasps as he comes in his mouth, as hands skate across his neural interfaces, holding him close, the Custodian purring around the cock in his mouth, lapping at the warm fluid dripping across his immaculate features. He finds pleasure when she cries out, the Sister of Battle who had been so ready to believe she was the incarnation of the Emperor, when she pumps her hips into his face and he lets himself be ridden. Valdor finds pleasure when he is kneeling, grinding up against the pressure upon his hips, feeling the slide of skin against his, feeling his newest version of his master pleasure themselves with his body, coming apart in his arms. It’s not truly the physical sensations, of course, such primal instincts have been lost to him. But it's servitude. It’s his duty, his obsession, of doing well that brings him joy.

Finally, it’s not precisely masochism, this obsession with pain he has. But pain doesn’t deter him. It is only a sensation, after all, and a sensation Valdor has learned to associate with his duty being accomplished, with hurling himself in front of blows meant for his Emperor, as is the duty of a bodyguard. He’ll let himself be hurt in bed, without even the shadow of hesitation. It hurts, and so what? What if he enjoys it? What if he enjoys hurting, by his master’s hand? What if he enjoys being reminded he’s nothing more than a dog licking the boots of his master? What if, in some broken part of him the Emperor ripped apart so long ago, he likes the degradation?

Yandere

Sex. It’s one more chain to add. One more chain to keep them close to him, to make sure they can never leave. Won’t they love him? Won’t they love him through these expressions of love and adoration, the meaning of emotion and connections lost to him, but the act itself still remains? Valdor may not understand why such bonds are formed from what is - to him at least - nothing more than an exercise, but it’s a weapon, it’s a spear he can wield to drag them back and chain them to him, to chain his beloved down and make sure they can never leave.

In his hands, it’s a weapon.

~~~

Valdor would stand there, so easy with his dancer’s grace, poised like a perfect ballerina, body all lean muscle and elegance hidden beneath silk, waiting only for a command.

There is no arrogance in his voice, sonorous, confident, and heartless. No fear, no emotion, simply sheer, unrelenting duty. He was always a cold, cold man, but he is also a beautiful one, as graceful as a killer in the night.

He’ll strip if commanded to. He’ll fuck himself with any array of instruments if commanded to. He’ll set himself ablaze and slaughter your enemies and feed their carcasses to eagles, had he been commanded to.

All he waits, is a single word.

Slowly, without hesitation at all, a cold smile spreads across his lean features. His silk robes rustle as he advances, and slides into a kneel, bowing his head before you. The silk pools across his muscled limbs, hanging around his waist and torso. He holds himself with a ballerina’s grace.

“Your commands, my master.”

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