Anemos.Orca

Request/Ask Rules

If you would like to submit an ask or request, please read these rules fully! I hope this is not too long?

I am very inconsistent when it comes to motivation, so i can not promise that responses will be of a timely manner (my apologies qwq)

Items marked with a * and number have specifics/more info written at the bottom!

Writing Requests:

What i will write :)

Smut/Nsfw/Suggestive/Kinky*¹

Sfw/Fluff/Comfort

Female bodied reader, Gender neutral reader :)*²

Neko/Animal features (on character or reader)*³

What i won't write :(

Incest/Pedophilia

Zoophilia

Noncon/Dubcon*⁴

Child-sized characters*⁵

Fetishes*⁶

Mommy/Daddy kink(s)

Anything homophobic/transphobic/racist/has (a) negative agenda(s) geared towards (a) specific group(s) of people/etc

*¹Some kinks i will do (praise, degradation, pet names, bondage, humiliation, public/risky, toy use, etc) some i wont. please ask if unsure!

*²I can not write a male bodied reader, as i am not confident in that area (apologies).

*³This does not include animal genetalia.

*⁴Anything even slightly noncon/dubcon, including being high/drunk.

*⁵Pertains to small, child-sized characters, whether they are of age or not. This includes (but is not limited to): Qiqi, Yaoyao, Nahida, Klee, Diona, and child-sized non-playable characters.

*⁶I accept exhibitionism and a (limited) few others. I do not accept most, including (but not limited to): vore, piss/scat, foot/armpit, and inflation. Do not request these please :(

If there is anything you are unsure/have a question about, you are more than welcome to message me before submitting a request :)

Art Requests:

What i will consider :)

Sfw/Fluff/Comfort

Suggestive

Any character in above list*¹

Character x reader*²

Character x character*³

Modified character (ex: Xiao with dragon features/dragon neko)

What i won't consider :(

See all items in the above section "What i won't write :("

OC's*⁴

Complex/complicated requests*⁵

*¹If a character you are REALLY wanting to see is not on the list, feel free to dm me and ask :)

*²Any x reader art requests will be drawn with reader as a "blank slate (y/n)," though i will accept small additions, such as "neko reader"

*³See all items in the above section "What i won't write :("

*⁴This includes requests such as "Can you draw my version of [character]"

*⁵These are requests, not commissions, so please keep it simple qwq

Again, if there is anything you are unsure/have a question about, you are more than welcome to dm me before submitting a request :)

Asks:

Every step through the hall leading to the Balladeers office feels like torture. Time seems to move so slow, yet far too fast at the same time. Your boots feel heavier than normal and the once fridgid air begins to feel strikingly hot, growing hotter and hotter each time you hear your own footsteps echo through the hall. Your mind races with frantic, paniced thoughts.

Im going to die. Im going to die today, the moment i step into his office. Im so stupid, so, so stupid- why did i draw that stuff? Why couldnt i just leave the damn book in my room? Hes going to kill me in such a painful way, Archons... Electrocution? Throwing me into the icy river? Filleting and feeding me to the dogs? ... I deserve it, i drew such-

Your feet stop, snapping you back into reality. Youre at his door. The door. The one leading to your demise, surely. Your fluffy little ears fully flatten back against your head and you reach out to the icy silver knob, but your hand freezes, hovering just above it.

What if i just dont go? What if i run away? What if-

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, growling to yourself about how rediculous you feel, about how cowardly and pathetic itd be to flee from the Fatui forsuch an embarrassing reason- getting caught drawing porn of your boss. Taking a deep breath and forcefully pinning you ears forward to at least try and appear unafraid, you open the door. Staring down at the cold floor, you step in and shut your only eacape behind you. Your heart is racing, and that feels like an understatement. Youre sure he can hear it beating from across the room. Looking up yet still avoiding eye contact, you put on your serious face and straighten out your tail before taking a seat in the cushioned chair across his desk. It feels so quiet in here (well, besides the pounding of hot blood rushing through your skull), and you know he must find your demeanor amusing. Gathering the courage to make eye contact, you look up and lock eyes. Hes grinning like a devil, and you swear you can see horns in his shadow. "My lord, I-" You begin, cut off by the raising of his hand. Your feeble attempts to keep your adorable little ears straightened up fail you, and they droop down to the sides like a sad kitten.

"Why so nervous? Is it because you left your drawings behind?" He teases, causing your cheeks to flare a bright, humiliated pink.

You know better than to speak over him, even if your instincts are begging you to explain. He opens a drawer in his desk and pulls your your notebook, flipping through the pages. Your face drops and your eyes land on the floor as you begin to fiddle with your tail, desperately trying to flatten your standing-on-end fur.

"Awh, are you embarrassed? I expected your face to turn red, but not that red," He coos, turning your sketchbook around to show you your own work. Its one of the more explicit drawings youve done, one of him tugging the waistband of his pants down just enough to let his harened cock free. "Im flattered, really, but more curious than anything. Say, how many times have you desperately fingered yourself while pretending im the one finger-fucking you?"

His bluntness causes the fur of your ears and tail to poof up eyen more, and you cant help but look up, "Youre not... mad?" You sheepishly ask, your voice barely above a light whisper. He must be toying with you, you decide.

"Mad? No. Amused? Yes. But thats not what I asked. And since you didnt answer the question as youre supposed to, i want you to demonstrate instead." He fake-sighs, sitting back against his chair and crossing his arms.

His expectant, sadistic expression makes a shiver go up your spine. Your mind races, unsure of what he wants. "Demonstrate, my Lord...?" Surely, he cant be demanding you to actually masturbate in front of him, right? Though... even a split second mental image of it makes your walls ache.

He raises a brow and scoffs, pretending to be surprised at your uncertainty. "You want to get off to me that badly, so, do it. Take off your clothes and masturbate."

Gazing up into Zhonglis eyes, your own glittering with lust and need, you gently tugged him down to clash lips in a passionate, wet kiss. you couldnt think of anything to say- how could you? with the way zhongli was grindng his hardened member up and down your folds, drawing delicious mewls from your lips each time the head of his cock pressed against your throbbing clit, it was no surprise that you couldnt form a coherent sentence.

breaking the kiss, zhongli once again cupped your cheek in his hand and visually devoured the lewd expression you wore. it was like a drug to him- seeing his once innocent, shy, sweet little assistant reduced to a wet and needy mess was something he could feel himself growing more and more addicted to with each breath he took.

"Now, (y/n), be a good girl and relax for me," he instructed, earning a silent nod from you. as your eyes fluttered shut in an attempt to settle your flared nerves, you felt Zhongli begin to stuff his length deep inside your drooling entrance, one painfully slow inch at a time. he wasnt overbearingly big, but his already large stature compared to your small size made you feel fuller than your fingers ever could have made you feel before. you let out a deep exhale as he buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out with his leaking tip pressing against your cervix.

he wanted to give you time to adjust, he truly did, but the feling of your tightness sucking him in, burying any remaining rationality in the feeling of your hot, wet walls clenching and pulsing around his member- it was too much. it eroded the walls he had so carefully built to keep his draconic instincts at bay, making it all come crumbling down. with a heady groan, zhongli gripped your hips with his strong hands and began to thrust into you, dragging his entire length from your core before slamming it all back in. your eyes rolled inyo the back of your head, each strained breath coming out as a high pitched moan, the feeling of being bred so roughly by your god easily reducing you to nothing but a cock-drunk fuck toy.

"Haah... so... tight... such a good, good girl... taking me, moaning for me..." He praised you between heated groans, increasing the speed and weight of each thrust. the sound of skin slapping on wet skin filled his office in tandem with the thick aroma of sex, both serving to only heighten your shared feelings of primal, animalistic need.

"l-li... zhong- mph! zhongli..." you mewled his name over and over again, your tight walls squeezing his merciless cock as it pounded against your cervix. hearing you chant his name, zhongli released his death-grip on your hips, instead opting to push his hands against the back of your knees to fold you into a tight, close-quartered breeding press. he leaned in and hungrily lapped up the drool spilling from the corner of your lips before trailing hot, sloppy kisses to the base of your neck, giving a low growl as his teeth wrapped over the junction of your shoulder and bit down just hard enough to draw a whimper from your throat. satisfied, zhongli bit again- and again, and again, marking you over and over again as his, throwing you over the edge of pleasure. you writhed under him, moaning hot breaths into his shoulder as your pussy convulsed around his cock and pushed him into his own climax. spilling thick ropes of white hot seed into you with each final harsh thrust, zhongli finally came to a standstill, hovering over you on all fours and panting heavily.

"You did so well, so good for me," he said in the same sweet coo as befire, gently caressing your sweaty cheek with his thumb as he peppered gentle kisses over each mark he made. you simply nodded, chest heaving, far too out of breath and exhausted to give a real response. you both groaned as he carefully pulled out, his eyes trained on your hole, his thick seed dripping out and making him grin with satisfaction.

moving to lay next to you on the soiled floor of his office, zhongli posessively wrapped his arms around you and ran his fingers through your fluffy, disheveled hair, alloing you to curl up and nuzzle your face into his chest. rubbing your back, zhongli couldnt help but snicker at your cuteness, "My, i can not help but to feel addicted already. You were wonderful, dear," he purred, placing a gentle kiss to your little horn.

after some time of resting and breath-catching, zhongli helped you get dressed and guided you back to his home- though, onlookers eould have considered you to have been carried, not merely guided. once bathed, cleaned, and fed, zhongli laid in bed next to you and once again wrapped his arms around your little frame, pulling you right up against his chest. you couldnt help but purr and wrap your tail over him, melting into his grasp like soft butter in a heated pan.

"Zhongli...?" you peeped, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Hm? What is it, my dear?"

"W-well, i... just wanted to say i love you..."

"Ah, in that case," he began, placing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. "I love you too, (y/n)."

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Being the assistant (and a neko one at that) of the 6th Fatui Harbinger was not an easy job, but you couldnt deny how much you enjoyed your work. Despite how you sometimes slipped up or were given a shocking flick of electro for doodling on the job, working under the Balladeers direct command was, to say the least, fulfilling. He tasked you with medial jobs that were "below him" such as paperwork, greeting new cadets, and cleaning his workspace. You found pride in your work and were eager to please, each subtle word of praise murmured by your higher up fueling you into wanting more and more. It was such a rare thing that, whenever it did happen, it was like all your hard work paid off and you were rewarded with something worth more than mora itself- i mean, who gets praised by the Balladeer??

Scaramouche was amused by you and your strange willingness to do anything he asked. Sometimes he would make up a "job" so rediculous, it felt painfully obvious how fake it was- but still, you never questioned him. If for the sake of not having to sift through countless morons, Scaramouche could brush off your stupid little mistakes and your gross habit of doodling. Though, as time passed, he noticed that you were beginning to act... peculiarly. He would catch you mimicing his expressions, the way he walked, the way he talked- he couldnt deny how pathetically adorable it was. His little neko assistant bossing a cadet around just like how he would, only to turn around with a cute, satisfied smile (despite your efforts to contain the satisfaction of successfully copying your boss) like a kid who managed to learn how to make a sandwich just by watching their mom do it. He couldnt take you seriously, not with the way your fluffy little ears flinched away each time he snapped his fingers right next to them just to startle you. Not with how your tail would poof up in excitement at the most meaningless and fickle of things. Not with the way those stupidly expressive eyes of yours seemed to sparkle each time he would murmur the simplest of praises.

After even more time had passed, he would catch himself studying the little doodles you had made in days past- whenever you were being covered by some idiot who didnt know the first thing about being his assistant, they reminded him that he wouldnt have to deal with his medial tasks once you came back. He would never admit it, but he tended to be more annoyed with people on the days you were gone. He didnt understand the strange, relaxing effect you had on him, and it was irritating.

You werent a puppet like him, so being in lethally cold conditions all the time weakened your body just like it would any other mortal. Therefore, you were often given a couple days off every few weeks to recover. Scaramouche couldnt imagine what you could possibly be doing on the days you spent cooped up in your tiny room all alone, but he figured you just slept through it. Besides, mortal activities were not his concern.

However, that changed on the day you accidentally forgot your sketchbook in his office. You had already left- it was late and you finished filling out his paperwork for the day- but you didnt notice the precious item you left behind. Scaramouche knew how valuable it was to you, considering the fact that it was always in your little satchel and you never left it unattended, so it piqued his curiosity. Why was a sketchbook, of all things, your most valuable item? Such a stupid thing to do, to hold something so fragile and easily ruined at high value. Despite his subtle curiosity, he couldnt care less about what you did, owned, or carried, so he never demanded to inspect it. Though, given this perfect opportunity to quell his after-work boredom, he couldnt help but take a peek.

The Balladeer leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk with a relieved sigh, satisfied to have a moment of relaxation. He flipped the cover of your tattered sketchbook open and examined the first page, reading, "If lost, return to (y/n) at once. Inspection is strictly prohibited. Doing so will result in high punishment." He scoffed, imagining your stupid kitty ears flattening back in seriousness as you wrote. The first few pages after were filled with redundant doodles of the most random things- creatures, expressions, trees, a large amount of dogs and cats- but as he continued thumbing through, he began to see drawings of... himself? He narrowed his eyes and sat forward, raising a judgemental brow. They started out silly and cartoonish, but within the next few pages, he found well thought out, clean, almost realistic drawings of himself in quite the suggestive poses. He couldnt help but snicker, amused by the newfound knowledge of your apparent crush on him. The drawings of the next page were even more suggestive and lewd, but compared to what he flipped to after that, they seemed tame.

He had plans for that sketchbook. Imagining the mortified, humiliated, and impossibly embarrassed expressions youd make when he would reveal to you that he had seen the way you fantasized about his cock- the thoughts painted a sadistic smile across his face, and for the first time in a long time, he looked forward to starting a new day.

Scaramouches eyes widened and his amused expression grew as he laid eyes upon a completely pornographic drawing of himself that filled the entirety of the page- he was sitting in the very chair he sat in now, fisting his hardened cock, a scandalously pleasured expression spread over his face, and thick ropes of cum cascading over his desk. He had to admit, it was a good drawing, but all he could think about was the lustful expression and blushing cheeks you mustve had while creating such lewd art of your own boss. He wouldnt have guessed your massive crush on him even with your overly eager-to-please demeanor, only thinking his little neko assistant acted in such peculiar ways from vehement loyalty- and he found the idea to be rather entertaining. He finished flipping through your sketchbook, studying every nasty drawing you made of him and, in turn, began imagining his own dirty scenarios about making his secretly filthy assistant help him with more... physical tasks. It excited him, and he could feel his body heat up at the tought of it. Slyly chuckling to himself, the Balladeer shoved your sketchbook into the top drawer of his desk and left for the night, being sure to lock the door to his icy office so you couldnt sneak in and take back what was rightfully yours.

You, on the other hand, were not. The moment you set your satchel down in your little room, the lack of its familiar clunk sound due to your sketchbook being inside made your heart drop. You frantically searched every inch of your room, overturning and messing up every nook and cranny looking for that blasted sketchbook, but it was nowhere to be found. It was too late to go looking for it- it was past curfew, and if you were found snooping about, you would be punished and questioned. How could you possibly face another Fatui member and explain that, "Oh, im not being suspicious, dont worry! Im just desperately looking for my lost sketchbook that contains highly inappropriate art of the 6th Harbinger, my boss." You gulped hard, an overwhelming feeling of guilt creeping through your skin and into your bones as you remembered where it last was. His office. Your tail bristled and your mind began to race, panicing at the thought of what was going to happen tomorrow- surely he had seen it and flipped through the pages, infuriated that his stupid little kitty assistant was drawing porn of him. Was he going to kill you? Imprison you? Exile you to the fridgid wilds of your homeland? Archons, your heart had never beat so hard in your life. It felt like it was trying to escape your ribcage to run away and hide. However, no matter how much you stressed, there was nothing you could do except face the consequences of your actions in the morning. Your stupid, foolish actions.

Today was a different-feeling day. Wanderer came home just as he usually did, stepping inside and shaking off his flamboyant getup to swap it for a more "Im incredibly poor and could really use some new clothes" look. His ugly, overused hoodie was far too big- the once bright blue sleeves, now washed out and dull, hung below even his fingertips, the hood could cover his face and then some, and the front pocket- well, it was more of a pouch, but thats besides the point- was big enough to fit an entire meal for two inside (a theory the two of you tested, wanting to sneak your own food into the House of Daena instead of snacking on the pathetic, drywall-esque food bars they provided). His shorts were nothing special; though, neither of you knew where they came from. Yes, they were one of the, "are these black shorts yours? theyre not mine, so they must be- what do you mean theyre not yours?" pieces of clothing everyone seems to have.

Stepping into the kitchen, Wanderer was met with the pitiful sight of you sitting on the cold stone floor with your back pressed against the once nicely polished Adhigama wood cabinets. He narrowed his eyes at you, looking you up and down as though he believed you to be a fake. You werent one to miss work, no matter how much you hated it.

"I got fired," you groaned, not even so much as turning to look at him. Your tone was more deadbeat than usual.

"Im surprised you didnt get the pink slip earlier," he scoffed, sliding his back down the cabinet to sit beside you. You yanked on the hem of his hoodie and pulled it over your head to join him, earning an irritated growl from your boyfriend as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"Its a real shame, too," you sarcastically retorted, leaning your head on his shoulder, "i was hoping that one day, id wake up and head off to that wretched place, only to find that it had exploded overnight."

Wanderer couldnt help but snicker at your cynical wishes, "Is that what got you fired? Id fire you if i heard you say that."

"Shut the fuck up and let me finish talking," you said with a growl. Even though you couldnt see it, you could feel that stupid sly grin on his face and those disgustingly dreamy eyes rolling at your bitching. It was normal for you two to talk this way with one another- in fact, it was your way of bonding and the thing that brought you together in the first place.

"The Akadeymia is full of idiots. A graduate student asked me- genuinely asked me," you cleared your throat and began repeating the students words in a mocking tone, "wait, so do i use 'their' or 'there'?"

Wanderer hung on your every word, waiting for the inevitable explosion of, "How is he a graduate student?" and "What was he going to ask next? Which 'to' to use? Which 'your' to use?" with increasing intensity. However, it never came. Instead, you simply shrugged, sighing in relief.

"I ripped his paper to shreds and threw it into the air like confetti before walking out without saying another word."

"So, you quit?"

"No, i was fired."

"You said you walked out without ano-"

"I didnt say another word, but the student, his friends, and the professor had some words. A lot of words."

"Hmm. Im sure they did. People from the Akadeymia sure do have a lot of words."

"A lot of words they dont know how to use. Its hopeless, but its also not my problem anymore. Itll eventually devolve into a nothing more than a joke and a waste of time."

Wanderer was quiet for a moment, taking his next words into great consideration as to not say the wrong thing, "You know, im usually the pessimistic one, but youre being a real downer right now. Even I know that humanity isnt that stupid."

You let out a careless sigh in response.

"There will always be people you meet that are so unbelieveably stupid, they make you wonder how they got past the age of seven," he grumbled, seemingly annoyed at just the thought of them, "But theres also people like you, like us. Sure theyre few and far between, but theyll come to you. Theres no need to sift through the endless waves of brainless idiots. Anyone with even an ounce of self respect will stick out like a sore thumb."

You hummed in thought, seemingly not believing him.

"Dont hum at me. Think about it- its how you me, not to mention those blabbering fools you call friends. Alhaitham, Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh- even though theyll never live up to the bar ive set, theyre still above the rest of the crowd."

You sneered up at him, teasingly smacking him on the back of his head, "You bonehead! If anything, youve lowered the bar!"

Wanderer glared down at you, shoving you away. However, due to being in the same hoodie, he was inadvertedly pulled with you as you flopped onto the floor. He managed to fall on top of you, smushing you down to the floor and effectively trapping you. With a devious grin, he moved his hands up to your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, "Tell me you love me and that im better than everyone else."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "I loathe you and go to sleep every night hoping youll dissolve."

Wanderer narrowed his eyes, his nose crinkling in irritation as he squeezed your cheeks together, "Say it."

"Or what?" You protested in a purposefully bratty tone.

"Or no kisses. No cuddles. No-"

"Alright, alright, damn! I love you and you are slightly above everyone else."

"Wrong. Say it the right way."

"Youre so irritating, just give me a kiss, blockhead!"

"Guess ill be sleeping elsewhere toni-"

"NO N-" you clear your throat, a bit embarrassed that you reacted so strongly, "N-no, i love you, i do, and you really are better than everyone else," you begrudgingly admitted, a slight blush creeping in on your cheeks.

Smirking with satisfaction, Wanderer released your face from his hands and leaned down to press a gentle, loving kiss on your lips, "Thats better. You know, youre awfully cute when you get all flustered and blushy like that."

"WANDERER!!"

He snickered, thuroughly enjoying how easy it was for him to get under your skin no matter how pissed off your expression was. Besides, it was hard to take you seriously when your cheeks were bright red.

Working as the new chef at Wangshu Inn had put a lot of stress on you. After Smiley retired, it was up to you (his apprentice) to maintain the culinary reputation of Liyues favorite Inn.

No pressure.

However, despite the weight of high expectations, you never woke up feeling stressed or overwhelmed (well, there would always be off days, but those were off days)- partially because you loved your job, and partially because your long time crush, and now boyfriend, considered the Inn as his "lair." Which, speaking of- you had tried to suggest terms other than "lair" because it sounded very villainous, but Xiao had no intention of changing his vocabulary. You would sigh and narrow your eyes, but despite his stubborn continued use of the deviously connotated word and how it made you shiver at first, you eventually came around, finding the title rather endearing and ending up using it yourself.

♡

It had been a long, busy day, and now that the sun was set, the workers of Wangshu Inn all collectively sighed in relief, retreating to their respective abodes for a good nights rest. Saturdays were always busy.

"Im heading up to Xiao, g'night Ms. Goldett!" You said to the boss of the Inn with a friendly wave, grabbing the plate of Almond Tofu you had made for Xiao. By now, it was your nightly routine- finish cleaning, make Xiaos meal, say goodnight to the boss, and head up to his lair before bed (though, more often than not, you fell asleep laying on Xiaos lap, insisting that it was better than your cold, lonely bed).

The boss waved right back at you as she shoved the last of her belongings into her bag, preparing to retire for the night herself.

Making your way up the stairs with two hands on the plate of steaming food (archons forbid you drop it like that one time), a smile began to tug at the corners of your lips just as it did every other night. You couldnt help it, not with the way Xiao smiled so softly and graced you with little kisses, followed by a barrage of "thank you"s as though he were indebted to you and your cooking, even after telling him each night that you cooked for him because you loved him.

"Xiao?" You softly peeped, not wanting to startle him as you stepped up onto the balcony.

The Yaksha was leaning against the railing and staring out at the expanse of Liyue, only peering over his shoulder once you called his name, "Hm? Oh, (y/n), its you," he gave a gentle smile and left the railing to meet you half way, his hands rising from his sides to hold the plate over your own, making you blush. You noticed how his gloves were taken off, your heart fluttering as you realized that he remembered how much you loved it the last time he took them off.

You would think his body cold and calloused, but it was quite the contrary- his touch was as gentle as that of a tiny canary, his warmth as soothing as a fond childhood memory, and his skin silkier than even the finest silks of Teyvat. He was so soft, sweet, tender- it was intoxicating and you were never able to get enough, even if you were to spend every waking moment of the day with him.

He took the plate of tofu with a "thank you" and set it aside, focusing his attention on you, "You look so sleepy. Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his voice a soft coo.

You nodded, bringing your hands up to hold his cheeks, "Mhm. Just a long day, but i dont mind. Come here," you purred, leaning in and pressing your lips on his. You thought he would only reciprocate like he usually did- pressing his lips against yours before pulling away to cover his blushing face- but tonight was different. He slid his hands onto your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you back with a passion you didnt know he had in him yet. Gently pulling away, he gazed into your eyes, an intense blush creeping over both of your faces.

Your hands fell from his cheeks to his shoulders and your words seemed to catch in your throat from the pounding of your heart in your chest. Xiao brought one hand up to caress the soft skin of your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth as he studied your eyes, "Was... was that okay?" He asked, his voice gentle and soothing, pulling you out of your racing thoughts.

You smied and nodded leaning into the comforting touch of his warm hand on your face, "Can I have another?"

Xiaos eyes widened a bit, not having expected you to ask for more- though it was a welcome surprise. He leaned in and kissed you again, this time deeper than before. His tongue swiped against your lips and you parted your mouth, inviting him deeper. Your tongues pushed against one another in a messy kiss, swapping saliva as his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair. You instinctively rested your body against his, making his breath hitch in his throat with a quiet gasp.

It continued like this for several minutes- you were lost in his embrace, the sweetness of his mouth, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. Time melted away and all you could think about was the way his tongue felt inside your mouth, and the more he kissed you, the more you wanted.

You couldnt help but quietly moan into his lips as the hand that was once gripping your waist moved to the dip in your lower back just above the hem of your pants, pulling you against him. Xiao didnt seem to realize, but by pulling you that much closer, you could now feel the tightness that was forming in his pants, causing your once steady breathing and quiet moans to stutter. That, Xiao did notice. He gently broke the kiss, lightly panting, "A-are you okay?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

You licked your lips and nodded, "Hm? Why wouldnt i be? I was just a little... surprised, is all," you explained, your gaze softening and a reassuring smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Xiao seemed a bit confused, his brows slightly pushing together in thought, "Surprised..?"

It suddenly hit you that Xiao hadnt exactly noticed the tent in his pants. You leaned in, "You... have an erection, Xiao," you explained, your voice soft and lightly laced with desire.

Xiaos eyes instantly widened and his entire face turned red as he froze up, glancing down to where he had pulled you closer as if to make sure he wasnt hearing things. When his gaze rose back to you, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was mortified, so before he could spew out a tsunami of apologies and disappear, you tightened your grip on his shoulders to ground him, "Xiao, its nothing to be embarrassed about, please dont go!" You plead, earning an apologetic expression from him.

"B-but-"

"Please...?" You said, cutting him off.

"I-it... wont go away on its own, i have to go s-so i can take ca-

"Let me do it for you," you offered, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "I-i... i want to help you... please, dont go."

Xiao gulped hard, thinking for a moment. He had never done such a thing before (which was to be expected considering his lack of experence with, well, anything and everything to do with humans), having always taken care of it himself, but he knew for a while now that this would have eventually come up. He knew that when humans got in relationships they indulged in frivolous, physical romantics, but he never understood any of it- until he met you. The way your fingers moved so grasciously over his each time you held hands, the way the sweet taste of your lips lingered on his after each little kiss, the way he couldnt help but stare a moment longer than he should whenever you would wear revealing or form-fitting clothing- it all made him start to catch himself thinking shameful, perverted things about you and your body. Thats when he understood human romantics- thats when he started looking forward to the day he got to experience it with you.

With a shakey breath, Xiao nodded, agreeing to let you help him, "J-just... be careful, a-and dont push yourself..."

Your eyes lit up with excitement and you couldnt help but press an adorable little kiss to his bright red face as a genuine smile spread across yours, "Ill be gentle, i promise."

If you had a tail like General Gorou, it would be wagging like crazy right now.

You had Xiao sit in one of the two chairs you brought up to his lair quite some time ago before carefully dropping to your knees before him. You looked up into his gaze with those pretty doe-eyes of yours, making sure he was comfortable and okay as your hands slid up his clothed thighs. He brought one arm up to his face, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to try and stifle the little whimper that fell from his lips as your thumbs caressed his inner thighs. He watched as your fingers wrapped around the hem of his pants and gently tugged them down, guiding the restrictive fabric off his bulge. Xiao gave a strained groan as his erection sprung free- if it was possible for his face to turn any redder, it would have.

Your mouth instantly watered at the sight of his member and how hard it was just for you, forcing you to swallow down the saliva pooling in your mouth. His erotic scent filled your nose as you squeezed his thighs and leaned forward to kiss the precum drooling from his tip, your eyes never leaving his. You wanted so badly to tell him how cute his whimpers and gasps were, how you wanted him to not hold his voice back, but you kept it to yourself, not wanting to make him self conscious. You pressed your lips against the base of his cock, leaving a trail of heated kisses along the entire length before wrapping your lips around his leaking tip and circling your tongue around it. You watched with satisfaction as Xiaos eyes rolled back into his head and his brows furrowed together in pleasure, a full-blown moan rolling from his throat. His hand found its way to the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair as you began bobbing your head over his cock, taking the time to ensure that every inch was given the special attention it deserved.

"Ngh~... (y/n)..." Xiao breathlessly said between whimpers and moans, his eyes meeting yours once again as you managed to deepthroat his entire length, if only for a moment. Your thumbs massaged circles into his inner thighs and you moaned onto his cock at the taste of his delicious precum coating your mouth, a tiny tear pricking in the corner or your eye as you gag around his length.

"F-feels so... a-ah~ good..." Xiao whimpered, his grip on your head tightening. You felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and his hips slightly buck up into you as he drew closer to climax. Lewd, wet sounds of you sucking him off filled the air and you purposefully moaned more to send vibrations through his throbbing length as his breathing evolved into desperate panting and moaning.

"(y/n)... (y/n), i-im," he said before being interrupted by his own embarrassingly loud moan, "im gonna- haahh- cum, im gonna cum, l-let go before it gos in your m-mou-"

Before Xiao could even finish his sentence, you sucked harder and faster, running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock before deepthroating him one last time. With a sharp cry of your name, he pushed your head down further and released his hot seed deep inside your throat. You continued sucking and running your tongue over what you could reach to milk him of every last drop he had. He gasped hard, fully covering his mouth with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut as he hunched forwards from the intense waves of pure ecstacy, his hand clenching a fistful of your hair. You bobbed your head over his throbbing length a few more times to help him ride out his climax before pulling back and swallowing. Drool was smeared over your lips and chin and a little teartrack shone on your cheek, but the only thing Xiao saw was the happy, satisfied smile on your lips as you fixed his pants back around his waist and gazed up at him.

"(y/n)..." He said under his breath, still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

"Did you enjoy it?" You asked with a lustful twinge in your voice, wiping your face clean with the sleeve of your shirt.

Xiao weakly nodded, still catching his breath and blushing hard, "Y-you... didnt have to... swallow it..." He murmured, stammering and tripping over his own words.

"Why wouldnt i?" You asked, fixing your hair.

"I-it... it cant taste good, y-you shouldve spit it ou-" Xiao began, only to be cut off by your finger on his lips to shush him.

You got off your knees and moved to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck, "I liked it. It tasted good, like you," you quietly explained, feeling his arms hug around your waist, "You know, from now on, i-if you... want to do it again... id be more than happy to."

"... I-i... wouldnt mind that..." Xiao admits, nuzzling his cheek into your hair as he holds you close.

"I love you, Xiao."

"I love you too, (y/n). Always."

There was a brief moment of silence as the two of you basked in one anothers embrace. Had you been cats, your purring would be so loud that you wouldnt be able to hear even the loudest of thunder claps.

"(y/n)?"

"Hm? Something wrong?"

"No, no, i was just thinking, uhm... if you wouldnt mind, id like to help you next time, too."

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a/n: i hope it was enjoyable :) apologies for how long it is, i got a bit carried away! Should i try and keep these shorter in the future? idk what you all prefer ~w~