#i love xiao

[vraiao]

adeptus' temptation

✰ . fem!reader, creampie, nipple play, uhhh nothing else i love xiao

xiao has been having quite a rough time with the sudden influx of overtime in his role of protector of liyue, but of course, you're always there to help him out <3.

divider creds @/strangergraphics !

after quite a long day of xiao's taxing duties, he returned home to you rather late at night. this was unusual because he was typically home earlier, but he had been taking on quite the workload for some time now. of course, every night he'd come back so late, he would apologize and promise that this wouldn't go on for much longer.

quietly crawling into bed next to you, he was exhausted, more so than he usually was, but he was also awfully clingy tonight. despite your relaxed form sleeping soundly, he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist and laid halfway on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and trailing soft kisses all along your skin.

the sudden sensation caused you to stir awake, and your eyes slowly fluttered open. you looked down at him, bringing a hand up to gently run it through his hair as you spoke in a sleepy whisper, "long day, xiao?"

squeezing you a little tighter, he nodded. "mhm. 'm so overworked..," he murmured, his warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke. before you could wrap your arms around you and kiss him on the forehead, he propped himself up to straddle above you. as you looked up at him, you could so clearly see the intense fatigue on his face. you frowned. he looked weary, like he hadn't been eating much, and the dark circles under his eyes were visible even in this low lighting.

you placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch, letting out a soft sigh of relaxation as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. when he opened them again, there was a desperate look mixed with something else in his eyes, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it. he leaned forward again, beginning to pepper soft kisses on your cheek before moving them back down to your neck. his hands lightly trailed up and down your waist as he softly muttered in between the kisses he left along your skin, "can you make me feel better,, please?"

there was a plea in his tone that you just couldn't refuse. why not indulge a lover in need, yeah? you could barely get a nod in before he was crashing his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly slipping its way into your mouth as his hands wasted no time slipping just under the hem of your shirt.

he hardly pulled off of you, muttering quiet thank you's in the very short time frames where he moved his lips from yours to let you breathe. of course the yaksha could hold his breath much longer than you, so he didn't break the kiss until your hands moved up and frantically tugged at his hair.

you panted breathlessly as his hungry kisses moved down to your neck, his hands shoving your shirt up just enough to set your perfect tits on full display. he took a moment, his all-devouring gaze drinking in the sight of you beneath him like fine wine. a deep red splashed your cheeks and your eyes shifted away from his as if he'd swallow you whole if you looked too long.

he pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist, and you heard a soft laugh from him before he moved his head down, hand groping one of your boobs as he popped your nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. his piercing golden eyes never left your face, admiring the sight of you whimpering and slightly arching your back off the bed when he started to bite.

his every touch set fire to your skin, not once taking your eyes off of him as his mouth and hands traveled your body like an empty canvas waiting to be turned into a magnificent painting. so when he’s tearing your panties off(he’ll promise to buy you a new pair later) and starting at stuffing his cock into you, you can’t help the shrill whine that immediately jumps out of your throat.

he's slowly pushing his hips forward, soft groans already escaping his mouth as your pussy sucks him in so sweetly. he starts off slow, pulling his hips back and forth in short, harsh thrusts. his head is hung low, grip tightening on you as needy moans and incoherent praises spill past his lips and directly into your ears.

your legs squeezed tight around his waist, pulling him closer so he could fuck you deeper. your hands tangled and tugged at his hair, whines of his name leaving your mouth like a catchy song-- a beautiful melody to his ears.

at this rate he was fucking you like a bitch in heat, his fast pace so difficult to keep up with and practically knocking the air out of your lungs. his grip on you was bruising, nails digging into your plush skin as he completely ruined your pussy. your eyes were rolling so far back into your skull that you swore you'd be able to see your brain soon-- back arching off of the bed and your legs squeezing tighter around his waist as all sorts of pleas and lewd phrases rushed out of your mouth.

desperately chasing his high, he speeds up imperceptibly-- which you didn't even know was possible at the rate he was already going. when he started to desperately bite all over your neck and collarbones like a starved man, your vision went spotty and your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami.

gazing down at the creamy white ring formed at the base of his cock by your juices, his hips stuttered as fervent gasps and desperate, stringy moans started to spill past his lips while he neared the edge.

a few more sharp thrusts and he started to unravel, pace erratic and unsteady as he spilled ropes of his cum into you with heavenly whimper that fell right into your ears. his thrusts slowly stuttered to a stop as the last of his cum spurted into you, droplets of it already dripping onto the sheets below you.

your combined breaths were heavy, but he only stopped for a moment before he started to slowly thrust again. pulling all the way out until just the tip was left in you before harshly snapping his hips forward, groaning each time his skin slapped against yours. what a long, long night you were going to have.

[isshua]

Breaking the Wall (Find Comfort in Those Who Might Hear You)

Sagau Xiao x Reader

I haven’t been feeling great lately, so I decided to write this little story to cheer myself up. I had this idea about what might happen if Teyvat’s environment were to reflect your emotions whenever you logged on, and by extension whatever character you are currently playing as. I also wanted to write my own play on a character “breaking the fourth wall” in order to communicate with their player. This story follows the more classic sagau trope of how the characters are semi-aware of the fact that they’re living in a videogame but view it as a sort of boundary between their world and ours.

Xiao is a huge comfort character to me and I mostly wrote this for myself as a way to cheer myself up. I thought it came out okay though, so I decided to share it here. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

To break the Wall meant instant termination.

  Teyvat made this clear. It would not allow its people to make contact with the divine world. Forging a connection that extended beyond the mechanics of life was simply not meant to be. The Vessels could communicate with the Creator within the bounds of Teyvat’s laws; that was what being a Vessel was all about in the first place. For non-Vessels, then such hopes for communication with the God Above All Gods was impossible. That was how Teyvat was designed. That was how things were meant to be.

  Xiao, typically, did not mind following the rules. After all, he was an immortal being with thousands of years of experience in his belt. He knew attempting to break the Wall would result in his death. Long ago, before he had been chosen to be one of the Creator’s envoys, he hadn’t even cared about the Wall. Why would he want to break it? Meddling in such matters was not of his concern. His duty was to protect Liyue, nothing more.

  But then he got to know you. And his feelings for you only grew. When you chose to, you guided him through his daily tasks with kind words and praising whispers. When your golden light possessed him, his karmic debt would dissipate and he would feel a thousand years younger than he really was. You took him to places he never dreamed of seeing: the peaks of Dragonspine, the streets of Inazuma City, the dunes of the Sumeru desert. With you, there was a sense of adventure. With you, there was excitement. With you, he felt whole.

  You did not speak often, not that he was bothered by it. He was an introverted soul, one who appreciated the silence between the two of you whenever you would travel together. Occasionally you would comment on the environment or the enemy he was fighting. Sometimes you grew frustrated after completing domains-not with him, he understood, but rather with the horribly mediocre artifacts the two of you would receive. He liked it when you laughed. The noise was so clear and invigorating, he found himself hoping to hear it every time you appeared. He liked when you would softly hum some unknown tune from the faraway land you inhabited. He loved it when you acknowledged him, how he was a stronger and better version of himself only because of your dedication to him despite knowing the many sins he has committed. If you could have known the impact you had on him, you might find it amusing to see how easy it had been to steal the aloof Yaksha’s heart.

  There were so many things about you that he loved. But there was one single thing he hated.

  He hated it when you cried.

  The day began as a typical one. You had not possessed him for the entire week, not that this was something to be worried by. You typically did disappear due to some strange thing called ‘college,’ but you always came back. Xiao largely spent his day patrolling Dihua Marsh, slaying monsters, and saving the occasional mortal from dying at the hands of hilichurl tribes. He did not interact with anyone beyond stiff acknowledgment; the only person he did talk to on a regular basis was the Traveler, and the last he heard of them, they were somewhere in Sumeru, ever exploring, always curious.

  Your presence was not anticipated, but it was welcomed. When your golden light descended upon him during late afternoon and he felt your presence tugging at his mind, he felt contentedly unsurprised. Your voice echoed his name: “Xiao. Let me in.”

  He did not resist and allowed your influence to settle within his body. “You called?” he murmured, halfheartedly hoping for a reply. You never did answer him whenever he greeted you, but that was due to the Wall. Conversations were strictly one-way.

  He waited for you to take control. Whether it meant being teleported somewhere or just taking off into Dihua Marsh, he knew the two of you would be off eventually. He waited. And waited. A minute went by. He did not move.

  “Your Grace?” he called out, puzzled. He could feel you, he knew you were there. So why weren’t you interacting? Surely you didn’t appear just to stare at him, right? What is going on?

  Something wet fell onto his hand.

  He looked up at the sky and immediately noticed the ugly gray clouds gathering overhead. A filter of mundane color cast out the light of the sun. Droplets of rain started pattering down onto his face, his hair, and his clothes, leaving him drenched. But he did not stop staring. Because within his head, he could hear soft sobbing.

  The Creator was weeping. And so Teyvat weeped along with them.

  The first thing he felt was anger. Who hurt you? he wanted to ask. Who would dare make you cry? But as he listened to your cries and watched the rain come down, he realized that anger would do nothing to help. He could not solve your problems. After all, he was in Teyvat, and you were somewhere else entirely. His second reaction was to comfort you, but he could think of nothing to say. The issue of you two being separated was still in effect. The Wall would not allow him to offer you any consoling words. He had no choice but to let you suffer alone.

  But by the Archons, you were making his heart ache. Xiao was one to usually think that tears were for the weak, but he could not make himself see you in a pathetic light. Would it not be pitiful of him to deem his Creator as a lamentable coward? He didn’t even know why you were crying. You could be in danger!

  That’s when he decided. I have to make contact with them.

  It was a nearly impossible feat. But he knew he could do it.

  Break the Wall. Establish communication.

  He had never heard of anyone doing it before. Not even Rex Lapis, the strongest god he knew, dared mess with such an unpredictable, mysterious force of power. The Wall was not hard to find, but it took willpower to face it. Xiao didn’t know if he would perish the moment he did, or if it would take time for him to dissolve away. There were too many possibilities of failure. He could think of no way this sudden plan of his would lead to success.

  But your crying was like a million arrows piercing into his heart, and the pain of his karmic debt was rising as he continued to soak in your negative emotions. He was hurting right along with you-but if he could only talk to you, things could be made right.

  Xiao held out his hand, and his jade spear materialized. He braced himself and raised the polearm high into the air. Focusing on the ground beneath him, he concentrated and felt his surroundings. The energy of Teyvat came to him quickly, most likely due to being exposed to your power for so long…and then he pinpointed it. The moment of weakness. He brought his spear down with every bit of strength he had and tore into the fabric of reality. A gaping hole of darkness ripped right under his feet. He did not scream when he fell in, nor did he grunt in pain when he slammed into a glass-like surface after his short freefall. Everything was dark, except for the millions of green bolts of  electricity racing all around him at the speed of light. Your golden glow encompassed him and fended off the overwhelming power this Abyss-like area radiated.

  He looked at his hands. His weapon was nowhere to be seen, and the tips of his fingers were…glitching. In fact, his entire body seemed to be crackling-falling apart and knitting itself back together with technic shrieks. It was a sure sign that he was in a place not meant for him. He had done it; he had broken through the Wall. Now he was beyond it, but where, he did not know. Surely this can’t be the Creator’s domain, he thought. This place was far too dark, and there was no hint of your aura anywhere except for within him. But it had to be the realm in which he would form a connection with you.

  He could still hear your crying, but now, it was less ‘in his head’ and much more clear. Xiao walked forward, his footsteps echoing against the glass floor. “Your Grace!” he called. “Can you hear me? It’s me, Adeptus Xiao!”

  No answer. He was utterly alone in this place…but the sound of your crying was getting undeniably louder. Xiao pinpointed on the direction in which it was coming from and took off. With each step he took, the glow of your light grew brighter. He took that as a sign of goodwill.

  And then, he saw you. You were sitting at a strange looking desk with your head buried in your arms. Xiao slowed to a walk and crept tentatively up to you. He had never seen your physical form before, and only had a minor grasp of your appearance from the various statues of you scattered across Liyue and the abstract depictions of your form in history books. To be honest, he had been expecting you to be a bit more…god-like. The person in front of him did not look like an all-powerful deity. They were ordinarily mortal, and possessed no external qualities that differentiated them from the average human being.

  But then you lifted your head to scrub your tears away, and his breath was lost within his chest. Within your eyes he could see countless stars, and flecks of gold were scattered through your hair. All around you, there was an explosion of light, and Xiao was exposed to the warming feeling of your aura at an even greater intensity than usual. This was you. You might have looked human, but you were undeniably, most definitely his god.

  “Your Grace,” he uttered, kneeling at your side. “It’s alright, I’m here now. I heard your cries. You called out my name. Please, let me speak to you.”

  You didn’t respond. The connection still wasn’t there. Xiao tried again. “Your Grace, can you hear me?”

  You let your head flop back into your arms and continued to sob. Xiao leaned back on the balls of his feet and couldn’t help but growl in frustration. That damned Wall was still keeping you and him apart! What more did he have to do in order to simply talk to you?

  His eyes flitted to the strange device set up on your desk. It had the appearance of a box, but at its front there was a screen, and on it was displayed a shrunken image of Dihua Marsh. This must be a divine mechanism. It’s a way for you to forge contact with Teyvat. What…what would happen if he touched it? Would that finally allow him to communicate with you? He had his doubts, but it was worth a shot.

  Without hesitation, he pressed his palm over the screen. There was a jolt of energy that started at his fingertips, then rocketed through his entire body. He shuddered at the electrocuting sensation and refused to allow himself to flinch away, even when every instinct in his body was telling him to do so. The Wall was trying to repel him; like hell he was going to allow it to do that.

  With his other hand, he reached out to you. At first, he was nervous to touch you, for why should a creature tainted by karmic debt and innocent blood be allowed to embrace the God Above All Gods? He shakily slipped his hand over your cheek and raised your head. Your cries stuttered, and your eyes widened open in confusion. You were not looking at him, but rather at your divine mechanism’s screen.

  “Don’t cry,” Xiao whispered. He swiped your tears away with his thumb. “There is no need to cry. I’m here. I’m with you.”

  He desperately hoped you could hear him. He hoped even more that you would reply.

  You had no idea what the hell was going on.

  Today was a horrible day. A day filled with anxiety and embarrassment and ruined expectations that things might go right, only for them to go wrong. When you returned to your room and let yourself collapse into your desk chair, you thought playing your favorite game might cheer you up. After all, losing yourself in a fantasy world was practically the best way to forget what the real world was like.

  You logged into Genshin Impact and found yourself where you left off last time you played: in Dihua Marsh. Your current character was Xiao, and he stared blankly out at you while you waited for the game to catch up with your internet and for everything to load in. But you did not feel any happier. In fact, you felt worse. The events of the day were just too much to simply forget, and pretty soon, your hand slipped off of your mouse as you slumped forward onto your desk and started to cry. It did not feel good to let your emotions out. The sobs shaking your body were ugly, and the tears staining your cheeks made you feel gross. But you couldn’t stop, and frankly, you didn’t expect to for quite some time. These were tears you had been holding in all week; it was only a matter of time before the dam broke and the water came rushing out.

  You did not expect to feel a sudden intuition to lift your head. You did not expect for your body to automatically follow that intuition, either. It was like someone was lifting it for you, and when your blurry eyes raised to focus on your computer’s screen, you were shocked to see that the in-game chat box had a message in it. It didn’t make any sense. You weren’t in a co-op world, and you were pretty sure you were far too preoccupied with crying your eyes out to accept someone’s co-op request. Could it be a glitch? Far too curious for your own good, you clicked on the chat box and opened it.

  Two words had been sent to you by an unknown entity with no icon. “Don’t cry.”

  “What…?” you mumbled.

  More messages appeared. “There is no need to cry.”

  “I’m here.”

  “I’m with you.”

  This had to be some sort of joke. Someone hacked your account. This had to be a real person.

  It was then that you noticed Xiao was gone.

  “I know what it feels like to break. I understand what you are feeling.”

  “Just know that I am here for you. I will always be here for you. All you have to do is call out my name.”

  “Xiao?” you breathed.

  You felt the phantom sensation of someone wiping your tears. The scent of Qingxin flowers wafted fainty around you.

  “Yes,” the chat-box answered. “I am here.”

[ninasmovingcastle]

the xiao brainrot is coming back to me guys.

im thinking about how xiao wouldn't understand the concept of a beauty standard. he'll catch you comparing your features to someone else's, and question what you're doing.

you tell him you wish your face was a different shape, or that you're unhappy with your body, or anything else you're insecure about.

he'd be so confused like...?????.?🤨

"you're not supposed to look like that person, though," he'll say. you are supposed to look like you, and he loves everything he sees all the same.

you were created exactly right, and to xiao you don't need to change a thing <3

[curlyfray-art]

Happy birthday Xiao !!!

(I can't draw backgrounds so have this png.,.,.)

[mother-soda]

mmmmmm mm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mm xiao mmmmm mmmm mmm mmm m

meow xiao meow meow meow

[timidaria]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, be calm my heart!!

[tb3ih]

im gonna go broke.

[elixrr]

gaming and xiao are so pretty <3

[mondaymelon]

what if i just... changed my blog theme... to venti....

[neleiten]

OMG XIAO

more xiao scribbles ive been having fun with

[vraiao]

nobody writes xiao smut anymore. 🙁😫

[justwindydays]

My Firsts... ANEMO edition.

My First...

4-star: Sayu.

Limited 5-star: Venti.

Standard 5-star: Jean.

Main: Venti.

Built Character: Xiao. (Yes, I was low AR using Venti but actually built Xiao first)

[curlyfray-art]

I love xiao

Drew this a few months ago, drawing his fingers gave me depression but they turned out hot (i cant draw fingers)

[bunnibaby-love]

🍑 nsfw X links 🍑

♡ Zayne, Xavier, Neuvilette, Zhongli, Diluc Dainsleif, Ayato, Xiao, Gepard, Welt, Boothill, DanHeng, Jing Yuan, Nanami, Choso, Jumin Han, Legis Floyen

🎀 cunt kisses

🎀 morning sex

🎀 teasing u with slow thrust

🎀 teasing u with his fingers

🎀 cunt pecks

🎀 eating u out

🎀 he just luvs touchin ur body

🎀 oral fixation on ur tits

🎀 sloopy kisses on ur tits n neck

🎀 sending u vid pleasuring himself

🎀 fucking u over the counter

🎀 on his car backseat

🎀 punishin u with cunt slaps n spanks

🎀 eating u while ur asleep

[su-rodriguez]

I still remember doing this for the last lantern rite, everything felt so smooth.

[qiinamii]

kermit debt