He paused for a moment, as if considering it, before shaking his head exasperatedly and pushing it further against your chest. Voice muffled by your warm skin.

"Go to bed."

The night air settled, with a single huff escaping your lips. That wasn't a good enough answer from him, certainly not for your standards—and it wouldn't deter you.

"But like, what if we're already married with 5 kids." He shifted in the sheets, hooking a leg with yours as you spoke. Trying to get closer, but heavily reconsidering after you kept talking. His brows knitted together in a mix of exhaustion and resignation. Clearly, he was too tired for your midnight hypotheticals.

"Let's be real, it'd be cats. Not kids–"

"Go. To. Bed."

Xiao's words were muttered more roughly, faux-frustration slipping through his tone as he squeezed his strong arms around you once for emphasis. His grip slowly went slack again, melting into you with a sigh. A brief moment of silence slipped by, interrupted only by the wind whistling at the window, and the rustling of clothes as he tried to push closer.

...

'Bane of All Evil'

Vigilant Yaksha (Coloured one of the Xiao from way back)

Gathering to remember the Pervases🍃🕊️

premise: you always see a mysterious figure on the rooftops of liyue harbor. one night, you leave an offering...and get a visitor at your window.

word count: 567

You always knew Liyue Harbor had secrets. Not the kind carved into stone or whispered in teahouses but the daily ones hidden in plain sight. In the way the wind brushed through the alleys at night. How the lanterns flickered even when there was no breeze. 

For you, the most persistent mystery was the figure on the rooftops.

A flash of teal and black. Gold eyes glinting beneath the moonlight. A lone silhouette, still as stone, always gone the moment you dared to blink.

Your friends insisted you were dreaming. “Too many late-night snacks,” they teased. But you knew you weren’t imagining things. So one evening, on a whim—and a gut feeling—you left an offering on your windowsill of almond tofu in a delicate porcelain dish and a note written in careful script:

If you're watching over us, thank you. The tofu’s for you—no pressure though. P.S. You kinda remind me of Santa Claus. (I read about him in a Mondstadt storybook. Rooftop vigilantes? Same vibe.)

You went to bed feeling a bit ridiculous.

The next morning, the almond tofu was gone. The note had been folded neatly in half.

You definitely weren’t imagining things.

ཐི⋆ཋྀ

It became a little ritual. Every few nights, you’d leave something small: candied fruits, a poem you wrote, once even a feather you found that reminded you of his sleek cloak. And always, something would change. A dish would be cleaned and set aside. A note returned with a single line in beautiful, sharp script. Once: It is delicate. I will keep it somewhere the wind won’t reach.

And then, one night, you couldn’t sleep. Hoping the stars might lull your thoughts into quiet, you climbed out onto your own rooftop with a blanket and a cup of tea.

You didn’t expect him to land silently behind you.

“You’re not Santa Claus,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“...Who?”

You turned and saw him up close for the first time—Xiao, the Vigilant Yaksha. His face was unreadable, but there was the tiniest crease between his brows. You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“There’s a story from Mondstadt,” you said. “About a guy who sneaks around rooftops delivering gifts. I thought maybe you were the Liyue version.”

He blinked. “I do not...deliver gifts.”

His voice was flat but not unfriendly. You couldn’t tell if he was confused or faintly offended. Maybe both.

You smiled anyway. “Well, he gets offerings, too. Milk and cookies. I figured if he gets snacks, so should you. Hence, the almond tofu. More culturally appropriate.”

There was a long pause. Then, very quietly, Xiao muttered, “Milk would have been strange.”

You snorted and tried to hide your grin behind your teacup. “Anyway, I wanted to thank you. For the tofu incident. And the rooftop lurking. It’s...comforting, in a weird way.”

He studied you. “You are not afraid?”

“Of the guy who’s been secretly watching over the city and taking my snacks? Not really.” You tilted your head. “Are you afraid of talking to the people who leave you presents?”

He didn’t answer. But slowly, almost hesitantly, he sat beside you, carefully leaving space between your shoulders. 

The night stretched wide around you, filled with stars and steam rising from your tea. Eventually, he spoke again.

“I’m not Santa Claus.”

Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao

IDOL!- Xiao x reader

OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.

Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.

Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!

Talk to me on insta [r3xni3]😞🙏

...Xiao...

He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,

They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.

"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.

He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.

"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,

He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.

"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.

"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."

"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"

Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area

"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"

Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"

It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.

Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"

He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.

Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."

That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.

His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.

Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.

Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.

"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"

𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙊𝘿 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

extended synopsis: the theater department at teyvat international university was known for its grand productions, incredible actors, and beautiful sets. this year's production of mamma mia was in full swing and the students couldn't be more excited — but with the graduation of their star senior, the director was desperately looking for a new leading lady. after much coercion from her friends in the department, y/n finally agreed to audition for the show. landing the lead and finding herself in a whole new world of scripts and blinding lights, she found herself finding refuge on the stage...mainly from a snarky sound technician that liked to make her life miserable. amidst all the chaos, y/n winds up texting the wrong number a painful rant about her woes and specifically a guy who has been making her life miserable. as the two grow closer, they start to realize that maybe they arent the complete strangers they agreed to be.

a xiao x reader smau (some irl)

includes: techie!xiao x actress!reader, painfully slow burn, fluff, crack, some angst, smau, mature humor, swearing, alcohol & drinking, 3rd act breakup (sorta)

status: ongoing! started: oct. 3, 2025 completed: ?

taglist: open! (comment)

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𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔...ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ 𝄞 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴄʜɪᴇꜱ

𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒 ᢉ𐭩 00 - ᴄᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟ

𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 ᢉ𐭩 01 - ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɢᴀɴʏᴜ! 𝄞 02 - ᴀᴜᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ 𝄞 03 - ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ʟɪꜱᴛ 𝄞 04 - ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴQᴜᴇᴛ 𝄞 05 - ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ! 𝄞 06 - ʜɪ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀꜱꜱ 𝄞 07 - ʀᴇʜᴇᴀʀꜱᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ 𝄞 08 - ꜱᴄᴜʀᴠʏ 𝄞 09 - ᴄᴀᴛᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴ' 𝄞 010 - ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ 𝄞 011 - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ? 𝄞 012 - ᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴜɴ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ 𝄞 013 - ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ 𝄞 014 - ʀᴇᴘᴇʀᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ 𝄞 015 - ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ (ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ) 𝄞 016 - ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ

𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 ᢉ𐭩 01 - ᴍɪᴅᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ 𝄞 02 - ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ 𝄞 03 - ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ 𝄞 04 - ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ 𝄞 05 - ʟᴇɢᴀʟʟʏ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ 𝄞 06 - ᴄʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴɪᴄʜᴇ? 𝄞 07 - ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴄɪʟᴇᴅ & ᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ 𝄞 08 - ᴄᴀᴛꜰɪɢʜᴛ 𝄞 09 - ᴄᴀʀɴᴠɪᴀʟ 𝄞 010 - ꜱʟɪᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ 𝄞 011 - ɪɴꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ɢᴀᴅɢᴇᴛ! 𝄞 012 - ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏɴᴛ 𝄞 013 - ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍʙ 𝄞 014 - ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴀ ᴍɪᴀ! 𝄞 015 - ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ʜᴇʟʟ 𝄞 016 - ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 ᢉ𐭩 01 - ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ 𝄞 02 - ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴡʀᴀᴘ! 𝄞 03 - ʙʏᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀꜱꜱ 𝄞 04 -ɢʜᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ 𝄞 05 - ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪᴅ 𝄞 06 - ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴏʟɪᴅᴇʀ 𝄞 07 - ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ (ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ) 𝄞 08 - ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ 𝄞 09 - ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴇʟᴇʀꜱ

𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒 ᢉ𐭩