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Crafts with Xiao

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Collaring Childe

Bird Xiao

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Contains: sub ftm wanderer, humiliation, praise, forced orgasm

Imagine training wanderer to cum on command.

It starts with using a clicker. The type used to train pets. They follow the command correctly, and then *click*.

You’d have him on top of the blankets as he holds the back of his legs, spreading himself open for you like the good boy he is. His face blushing and turned to the side, far too embarrassed to look at you. The poor thing looked utterly humiliated as his pussy made such a lewd squelching sound, even trying to hide his expression behind his hair. A truly cute sight. As soon as he is about to cum, you’d reach the clicker up to his ear so he could hear it through his cries, and *click*. You’d wait a couple seconds for his orgasm to reach its peak and then two more rapid clicks. It’s best to give him a minute to catch his breath and maybe him a sip of water, and then repeat.

His training sessions are a nightly routine. He lays on the bed with your fingers or tongue stuffed inside him as he writhes and moans. Having him cum at least twice per session is strictly required, all while using your little tool beside his ear.

It doesn’t take long for his body to start reacting to the clicker.

You lazily massaged at his clit swiping up some of his slick to rub onto it. The session only just started so all that came out of him were light moans. *click* the sound made his thighs tremble as he suddenly clenched down. He was about to cum. And he hid. Crying out as he clenched the blankets below him.

“Aw, such a good boy for me. Did such a good job, kuni”

The praise had him sighing out a shakey breath. But he got no more time to breathe than that as you didn’t hesitate to insert a finger, immediately curling it upward to hit his most sensitive spot

“Ah- wait I’m ohh aghhh~”

*click click*

All the poor wanderer could do was whimper as he squirted on your hand and arm. He continued to contract as you slipped out your fingers and switched to rubbing his clit up and down

“goodness, look at what a mess you made” your other hand grabbed his chin to make him look at the pool he made. He just whined in embarrassment as he saw how it slowly absorbed into a wet spot.

You’ve decided to have mercy in him and end the session here, instead handing him the glass of water on the nightstand, smearing some of his wetness on to it’s surface in the process and giving a kiss to one of his reddened cheeks.

Looking at the fluid dripping down your arm had an idea popping into your head. Maybe he should learn to squirt on command. No, one thing at a time. For now he still has more training to do.

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Xiao doesn’t indulge in leisurely hobbies or pleasurable pass time.

He isn’t even entirely sure of what such activities would entail. He’s seen people painting landscapes, arranging flowers, and embroidering intricate images on fabric. But he sees no reason to replicate a view already visible on paper, put together bundles of flowers that are already said to be beautiful. Or decorate fabrics that already been made to be colorful.

He understands that in theory humans require mental stimulation. But as a yakssha he isn’t of such feeble mind nor body as mortals. So the extent of understanding end there.

But the more he watched you work, something in Xiao’s mind began to shift.

You, an artisan who had wandered across nations in studying the art of craft and their methods. In a relentless hundred year search for techniques that have been lost to the hands of time.

You, who returned to liyue once your search was done, as agreed to by Rex lapis; the date of your departure and return sealed in contract. Finding a new place of residence came easy, settling into the wangshu inn after Verr Goldet received a request by the resident yaksha to allow your stay.

Xiao was a long time companion, having originally met over five hundred years ago during the archon war. You’d naturally known each other well after both serving under Rex lapis. Once even having shared the same barracks has him and the other yakshas. So taking up the same residence came easy.

He watched as you thanked Verr, agreeing to set up a shop outside the inn, bringing in costumers by having your hand crafted wares on display. A mutually beneficial arrangement.

Once you settled you’d both quickly fallen into a routine. The early morning hours was when Xiao went out to patrol. You’d join in surveying the area, walking through from the plains of the south to the villages in the north in a comfortable silence. You were merely there to assist as tho pairs of eyes is better than one. By the time the sun reached the ten-o-clock point, Xiao would take hold of your hand, teleporting you both back to the inn where you’d begin your work.

He sat in silence, watching as you split strands of bamboo, peeling it backward to form thin, flexible strips. Leaned in slightly when you mixed ink with fish glue, explaining how it was all part of making a sort of hat. He wasn’t able to mask his curiosity behind a stoic face, try as he might. Having noticed his keen interest, you’d begun narrating each step. A habit he clearly appreciated even if he didn’t say it outright. He didn’t need to.

Over time, he began working alongside you making his own pieces, having memorized the steps. They may not be perfect but he tries his best nonetheless. He enjoys making them, finding the proses meditative, therapeutic even. He likes spending time with you like this and seeing how happy you get when seeing his finished product. For some reason you always seem to be even more proud of his than your own. A prospect which he will never understand. But it still makes him happy underneath his confusion.

For those who didn’t know better, it would be hard to believe him to be the mighty conqueror of demons. Why would such a powerful adeptus be casually passing you the brush you need? The person so contently stringing beads beside you, going along with the pattern you showed him couldn’t possibly be the vigilant yaksha mentioned in tales of old.

He begins to see the reasons for painting what he sees, arranging things that are already beautiful and turning fabrics into something new. Through the time he continues to spend with you, Xiao starts to understand.

Imagine giving Childe a collar in sagau

A cute little red collar with a buckle closure on the back. You’d get a custom tag made just for him; his name ingraved into its polished surface.

The moment you presented it to him he had gone extatic, so proud knowing he was the only one you’d given this to. Being the only one you had gone out of your way to get something that would label him as yours. He loved it and the implications that came with it. Loved the way that as soon as he had it secured around his neck, you immediately hooked two fingers under his collar, yanking him closer to get a better look. Loved how the way the sudden jolt made him feel ways that he shouldn’t. Loved the way you made him desire things that could never be said aloud.

It immediately became an essential part of childe’s daily wardrobe. Prancing around doing his daily tasks as the hanging silver tag shone in the light. He highly enjoyed how at their next meeting, the other harbingers looks of confusion and slight disgust immediately changed to ones of jealous anger when he disclosed who exactly it was that collared him.

He frequently visits your abode to spend time with you. Neither of you would have it any other way, even if most of this time is spent relaxing or simply taking a nap. But now you always fiddle with the collar on his neck as you sit together. Even today as you rest on his lap, you give light tugs or gently stroke the soft skin underneath the strap. Your light touch causes him to quietly groan now and then along with his now slightly sporadic breathing. He knows you’re aware of what this is doing to him, how this has made him so incredibly hard. But you just sigh in absolute comfort as you fall asleep, head resting against his chest, humming in slight amusement when his tip twitches under your leg as you doze off.

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Thinking about Xiao spending time in his true form.

For several hundred years a certain self inflicted policy remained unchanging. One where he kept a level of mindfulness, maintaining his usual distance even while occasionally assuming his natural features. So even if someone were to spot him, they wouldn't be able to decipher him from an average bird.

Lately, the times in which Xiao's found himself in a particular scenario has become increasingly frequent. One that involved you in his room at wangshu inn. Sitting comfortably at the small table he'd adjusted to be directly against the room's singular window. One where would watch a blue emerald finch bask in the light of open shutters, looking so comfortable curled up on an old scarf. Your head laid cushioned against your arm while making sure not to cast a shadow across him. Xiao truly is a sight to behold. The sun gently highlighted the purple diamond on his head's crest. Chin tucked into his body, causing him to come across as especially spherical, and teal feathers ruffled up just enough to let daytime warmth soak through.

Xiao has never been one to acknowledge his own needs as anything other than meaningless temptation. Too centered on being the vigilante protector of Liue to give himself a second thought. Yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away from this new routine. Such relief is impossible to let go when it's always been otherwise out of reach.

For now, he'll allow himself to be washed away in the moment. And you'll sit with him, watching the light motion in his chest as he finally takes long breath

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