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스무뜨 라잌 버러~

Smooth like butter~

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If you know this reference you’re simply cool.

the kind of discourse I’m here for @amaradangeli​ @starrybouquet​ also for their relative size comparison go here 

now, let’s have this post dedicted to SJ wall sex fics, I’ll start

On a Wednesday Afternoon by samcaarter ice skating and door wall sex

Heavy-Handed by PepperF wall making out, but it’s hot and totally counts

Let Your Demons Run by mrspollifax a little bit of door action as well

that’s all I’ve got, so yeah, rec away, guys, please ;)

When Asian lgbt people go on a dating app...

Is there any way I can just see who’s out there without putting my picture up? No? Okay it should be fine...5 minutes later *deletes profile after a brief panic* Phew, that was close.

i just have to give the biggest shoutout to all the tiktok editors working overtime at the moment for the growing hugh jackman renaissance y'all are ANGELS

and a personal smooch on the lips for everyone who's editing hugh/logan to lana del rey those edits have me sitting here like a damn DOG lord have mercy i am so gone for this man

when his fingers do the thing :-)

Inktober week 2: The Hollow Knight saga

Okay This Might Be Stupid: A Comparison of Adam Young and Aziraphale for Clarity Sake

Now I don't mean a comparison of their characters to say one was better than the others. It's more so a comparison of their personal relationships with Heaven and Hell. A comparison of how those relationships/connections formed their most impactful decisions with incredibly powerful beings.

Now...lets start with Adam Young and his relationship with Hell.

...crickets

It doesn't exist. Adam Young had literally no relation to hell other than Satan being his biological father. He had his friends and his family and Hogback Woods. Nobody in Hell really came up to talk to him and Adam didn't KNOW he was the son of Satan either until he started coming into his power OR until the devil showed up.

Adam Young has no connection to hell aside from Biology, and Hell has no connection to him. Of course he was able to stand up to his Father and Heaven and Hell and his own Destiny.

Because he's so brave- I love Adam so much

Aziraphale and Crowleys talk with him gave him a bit more confidence

HELL HAS NO HOLD ON HIM

They couldn't sway him even if he wanted to. Beelzebub TRIED sure offering to him that he'd get to rule the world. But he didn't want it anymore. He was able to break away from what was written and make his own Destiny.

Now...Aziraphale and Heaven.

Heaven has so much hold on Aziraphale- it's something else.

Emotionally, Physically, Mentally- Heaven is his foundation and fundamentals. They fed him the most rigid and incorrect ideas and lies and when he starts breaking from the mold they reprimand and belittle him until he's back into the shape they want him in.

They can watch him whenever they want. They already watch his miracles and got upset for having too many "frivolous" ones. They can pick and choose whatever they wish to do to/with him. He knew NOTHING of Jobs trials until the day it happened and the acted as though he was an idiot for not understanding.

HEAVEN has a hold on Aziraphale. Oh they have the strongest hold on Aziraphale- millions of years in the making. So strong that we can see the indent lines from their cold callous fists in Aziraphales words and ideals throughout history.

So of course the Metatron could come down, manipulate Aziraphale, and get EXACTLY what he wanted for him. OF COURSE it's that easy for them to do.

When it's said Aziraphale had no choice- we don't mean the Metaton tied him down or beat his ass and screamed "GO TO HEAVEN! NOW!"

It means his going to Heaven was NEVER a choice to begin with. The Metatron did not come down from HEAVEN to ask a yes or no question. He wasn't gonna leave without a souvenir- the tartan wearing Angel made of the clay heaven can mold however they like.

Oftentimes when a parent asks you to do something- it is not a question. It is a statement- an order- formed as a question for MAYBE the sake of politeness. But there is no NO option.

When the METATRON comes down from Heaven and offered you the position of Supreme Archangel so perfectly and carefully gift wrapped and catered towards you there is no NO option. There is no version of that conversation where Aziraphale would have said no.

So...can we stop calling Aziraphale an idiot or an asshole or something for doing what was set in stone the moment the Metatron walked into the bookshop.

TOODLEOO!

People seem to gloss over everything in the conversation up until the kiss and Aziraphale saying "I forgive you". They keep talking about "what Aziraphale did to Crowley"

So...

Clearly energy and anger is going to the completely wrong place....

The part people seem to be mad about is the I guess rejection?

Okay...for the sake of this blog post let's all pretend that the rejection is the issue here..

Let's look at the Final Fifteen from the eyes of the people who think like this

Ahem...let's see if this sounds correct to you

[Start Scene]

This is Aziraphale and he used to work for the Heaven. Now that the Archangel Gabriel has gone off to pursue a life with his one true love, Heaven (who has FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES they refuse to acknowledge) is left without a Supreme Archangel to help carry out Heavens' big plans.

As it stands, since Aziraphale knows so much about Earth, he is Heavens most valuable asset and is best suited to be Supreme Archangel. The Metatron wants him no matter what because without him Heaven can't prevail. And he'd do anything necessary for Heavens Sake...

So the Metatron comes down and uses everything he knows about Aziraphale against him and every manipulation tactic he can to coerce and almost bribe Aziraphale into coming back.

So Aziraphale runs back to tell Crowley about this AMAZING opportunity-

Oh...Crowley is confessing...awwww

Why isn't Aziraphale wanting to stay with him?? Why does he want to go to Heaven?! It's not like anyone MANIPULATED him into wanting to go or something! (Sarcasm) Aziraphale WHY?! YOU'RE STARTING TO SEEM LIKE THE BAD GUY!

OH MY SOMEONE THEY KISSED!

....He said I forgive you... GRRRRR I HATE AZIRAPHALE 😡😡 HE NEEDS TO FLUTTER DOWN FROM HEAVEN RIGHT NOW AND DO THE APOLOGY DANCE BECAUSE HE HURT CROWLEEEEYY! AND MEEEEE! 😡😡😡😡

[End Scene]

....Do you see how this sounds incorrect?

Do you see how this doesn't make sense?

Aziraphale has been coerced and manipulated into returning to Heaven with the love of his life and what were focused on is him "rejecting" Crowley?

First of all- no.

He did not reject Crowley. He was pleading for Crowley to stay by his side in Heaven and make a difference with him. And Aziraphale was CERTAINLY not "choosing the Angel Crowley over the Demon Crowley" like people have been saying. Aziraphale has the HIGHEST perception of Crowley and sees him as kind! Aziraphale isn't saying "I want the old you" he's saying "I want to bring you back to the status you TRULY deserve since you are kinder and more caring than ANY other Angel I've seen."

Can we please stop acting like Aziraphale stomped Crowley out and, kicked him to the side, and then spat on him?

He was acting as he was puppeteered to act! And even then he didn't WANT to leave Crowley behind! Finally, we know Heaven is terrible but Aziraphale isn't going there to do things the way they're doing things! He's going there to MAKE. A. DIFFERENCE. To make things RIGHT! To stop earth from being nearly obliterated again! To stop Angels like the Archangels from acting like they're better than everyone else! To FIX THE FUNDAMENTAL ISSUES!

Step into Aziraphales shoes, use the dramatic irony* you've been gifted as an audience and THINK!

(*Dramatic Irony is when the audience knows something the characters dont just yet. The character being Aziraphale, what we know is that Metatron manipulated him)

And for SOMEONES sake stop saying he needs to "apology dance" because it's honestly ruining the dance as a whole! It's meant to be funny and a silly little thing between friends! A silly little teehee! Doing a stupid embarrassing dancing and singing a silly little song! Do not apply it to a situation where they need to COMMUNICATE!

I'm pretty sure it was *checks notes* the Metatron who ruined everything and did this to Crowley and the fandom.

But by all means let's blame everything on the angel who has repeatedly risked his life to try to stop him and is now going back to heaven to try to bring about a universe where he and Crowley can be safe together.

Also, hasn't the fandom repeatedly been over the fact that the apology dance is not an adequate substitute for real, open, healthy conversation and really shouldn't be used in serious situations where there are genuine hurt feelings happening?

Phew

Phew

i’m actually not even kidding it somehow got worse. i feel like i caused the entire system to break because it’s not working on either my devices ( even when i’m not signed in ) honestly i’m sorry but big finish please give me rhys and iantos excellent barbecue IVE BOUGHT IT AND THE MONEY CAME OUT OF MY ACCOUNT BTW so please xx i downloaded it but apparently ‘the volume of “data” doesn’t have enough space ’ or smth idk it’s probably my fault. OMG YES OKAY I JUST TRIED PLAYING IT FROM FILES AND IT WORKED OKAY

so i havé thé audio drama but i still have to fix the website issue and the app issue but that’s another days problems

final edit: okay. so, i deleted the app and then realised that they came out with an entirely new app. and it worked! the reviews are awful and honestly i get it, i reckon the app only worked for me because i reset my password and like preformed a ritual with my torchwood figures (no joke i did this unironically) anyway. it works so that’s all that matters for now! i hope you enjoyed this stressful series as much as i detested it. and next time stop and think… is rhys and iantos excellent barbecue really worth it

the big finish website saga

gang my big finish is not loading. i need to download rhys and iantos excellent barbecue before i implode.

please help, the website won’t load on any browser. is this just me :(

edit: OKAY I FOUND THEIR TWITTER AND IT IS A UNIVERSAL THING THAT THEY ARE FIXING.

edit again: OKAY OML IVE BEEN CHECKING LIKE EVERY HOUR AND THEY SAID IT HAS BEEN FIXED BUT IT MIGHT BE A FEW HOURS I DONT KNOW HOW LONG I CAN LAST

final edit: OMG YAY IT WORKD OML TIME TO SPEND ALL OF MH MONEG YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYATAATATAYAYAYTATA

i liéd another edit: i think i broke it :( it won’t work anymore

edited yet again: YESSS OMG IT WORKS NVM YAY IM SK HAPPY

I finally redid my oc heads... I’ll update the oc page soon!

@chrissycunningham​​​​   ..   [ ᶜʰʳⁱˢˢʸ ]    :    mistletoe meme ⚘ . there's this principle to physics, a notion around the inability to accurately measure out the here &. now in active progression without inadvertently disrupting, without causing one probability or the other   ──    defeating the purpose. but bad faith theories on the laws of the physical world never really stuck just to the pages of textbooks, not when people themselves were just as made up of the stuff. there was the whole 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝 bullshit, stubbornly sticking like a wad of gum on the bottom of his shoe way past its promised expiration date ( but then hadn't he promised himself other deadlines, too ? as a kid, planning things out just to stick loyal to financial convenience &. the same ol' same ol' of your small town identity. )

it's the disappointment that dylan could always balance, can roll from hand to hand while it gnawed lazily, painfully, distantly in some familiar numbed - out rhythm while he'd shove his wrists deep down into the lint - littered recesses of his coat pockets &. strolled backwards down the opposite aisle, hardly having to stretch much to peek at chrissy from over the top of a shelf piled up with boxes of christmas lights : there's a funny wordlessness to maintain. a whole schrödinger conundrum, something delicately precarious poised to crumple like a house of cards if he'd take it upon himself to flip open the lid of that box, to ever say 𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, i know you used to hide in the ladies room after class, did you know i wanted to cry when ryan e. started making eyes at laura k. ? &. put a whole sledgehammer through that puffy fluffy peacefulness, that room to just rest on laurels. breathe. not think so much. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 - “ i'm finding jack shit here, ” dylan'd finally sighed, arms braced up against the shelf, near enough now to nudge at the pompom dangling off her hat. “ not to . . . be confused with jack frost, no, found a ton of him, but. not really a gift i wanna put my name on   ──  oh ”

a hm lilts up towards something distractedly restrained, noting with a start what it was that'd sat stabbing him though the sleeve &. reaching with an idle hand to turn that bundle of abandoned store - brand mistletoe around &. around between his fingers. like a . . . fun show of humor from whatever guy's waiting upstairs, god or santa, what have you ( or just customers not putting stuff back ) “ universal bucket list item, no ? ” and it's something of an active effort to shoo off that lingering tinge of melancholy saturating the tug of a glum little smile, the rueful crease of his brow while tired eyes zeroed in on it, then flickered aside where her face came back into focus. it was always easiest taking comfort in the virtue of choice : always something to do, another path to take, a box to open, measure, even when the reality was set in stone to its irrevocable state, its 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶, i'm afraid of what's wrong, i'm afraid of you and i'm afraid of me. “ it's not . . . like a binding contract or anything, god could you imagine ? but i'm just thinking . . . ”

it's a slow idle stroll around the aisle 'til he'd reached her spot next to all the glittery garlands &. stocking stuffer knick knacks, a hushed laugh punching in a breath at the foot's worth of distance from the wisp of her bangs to the bent angle of the arm he'd raised to hold the mistletoe overhead by the ribbons. well. maybe in a more digestible version of all this, maybe he'd have been that library novel guy who drove up in a souped up travolta car &. got into a fist fight with the cheerleader's straight - laced boyfriend and magically solved all her problems, was maybe anything better than another bleeding heart, a soft hand cold from the weather mimicking the movies in the way he'd mechanically brushed the hair from her face, hesitated, and bent closer to kiss her, light and brief as nothing at all  ──  and if the melancholy'd been some far - removed itch irritated in the seasons of the compelled lovey dovey, it'd migrated now, spread out like a branch high up through the cavern of his throat. 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 . . . do you know that i . . . ?  [ x ]

here are lineups i did a few weeks ago of stan and craig’s gangs

although i feel like the way i draw some of them has changed. i don’t really like it as much as i did before

Yay I finally drew all the sailors !! 💕🩷✨

Fucking HOT 🥵

It’s good to spend more time outdoors…..wherever this guy happens to be at the time.

This is 💗 anon, your anon is turned off. Please let me stay anonymous. Anywho, I, uh, need Jing Yuan to just use me any way he wants. He needs to spit in my mouth? My tongue is out waiting for it. He tells me jump, I ask how high. He wants to ruin me in front of his officers who aren't allowed to look at me? I'll do it

That or I power bottom Sampo. Make that submissive little shit worship me

ON A PLATTER

YANDERE! JING YUAN x AMAB! SOLDIER! READER

plus a little Sampo addition (not smut tho) to the end.

hope everyone that pulled for him succeeded!!

©️ art and story belongs to me, character goes to hoyoverse. please do not redistribute, repost, or share my art without credit or permission.

warnings: noncon. spoilers for the jarilo iv storyline. anal seggs.

status: unedited

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I BEG OF YOU.

Many exalted the drowsy general’s prowess and leadership across the Xianzhou Alliance. Under his rule, the Luofu Flagship developed into a powerhouse that petrified those who heard its name. An infamous red line that warned against those that sought immortality. A blade that stuck right next your jugular in case you dare so moved in a direction they do not want you to.

This general was hundreds of years your junior but had already accomplished far more than you have. That fact was the second biggest slap to the face.

The actual, most damaging slap was his patronizing attitude towards you.

How were you supposed to rise above your station and prove your worth as a knight when he assigned you as his measly bodyguard? It wasn’t as if it was a quiet career really, the man faced dozens of attempts at his life on a daily. It was moreso the fact that he never let you do your job in the first place.

You spent decades just standing around while he swung his massive sword at intruders before you could even blink. Somehow, the lousy man moved faster when defending you rather than with his own duties. It was as if he was the body guard not you.

Not to mention the perverse stares. You weren’t dense. You could feel his bedroom eyes from miles away, taking off the heavy armor you wore to work and leaving you bare. You felt like a lamb, or a tender piece of steak on a platter — and he, the most insatiable man alive.

Hundreds of years training — wasted, spent on being a trophy for him.

If remaining close to the master that misused you for several decades was bad enough, having to interact with him was like hell on earth. He was a vice, a poison molded into the shape of a man. One that could kill you in a instant, but looked oh so tempting. Only the heavens knew how you were resisted his charms for so long.

“Yes, my general? How may I be of assistance?” Your voice and words held a cordial, cold tone to it. If your employer could not bring a semblance of professionalism into the table, then you would tenfold. If he always closed in the distance between you two, you in turn would step further away in your relationship or whatever one might call this thing between the two of you was.

Despite your frigid temperament, Jing Yuan does not flinch nor back down. His eyes trained on a star-chess piece as he twirled it around. “I think it is about time we quell any sort of . . . resentment you have towards me is all.”

You had to give it to him. Jing Yuan was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever bared witness to. At nights like these where his mane of a hair was let down, giving him a relaxed and playful look, it was hard not to stare. “Pardon, my general?”

“You have no need to give me false face, [Y/N]. I know of your doubts and qualms. You see me unfit to continue being General. That I am incompetent, lazy. That I do not let you do a job you feel you are overqualified to even be in.” He listed off before carefully placing the star-chess piece down. His eyes then abruptly flicked to you, creating eye-contact and in turn, chills.

You are rendered speechless. How had he known? You had been so terribly careful. Never spouting about what you thought. Never even writing down such things. You knew better than to show your treacherous feelings outside of the seat of divine foresight, much less within.

So how, how did this wretched man know?

The General smirked as your hands tightened around your spear. “Why so shy all of a sudden, little warrior? Do not worry. I have a feeling you’ll quite enjoy what I have in store for you.”

“Come here.” He patted his lap.

And you quickly realized what was happening here.

Your whole career was a waiting game really. Each day you could only pray that the General had enough self-control not to take you. It seemed that today was the day all restraints were taken off.

Now, you could only pray for things to be swiftly over, or heavens forbid for him to not enjoy it so that it won’t happen again in the future.

Jing Yuan had long planned for this moment. What order he’d take off each piece of armor, how he’d do it, and every step following that. He was more meticulous in the way he’d have his time with you than anything else in his life.

Never did he put this much effort into anything. Not his studies nor training. He had to give it to you. You were right. He didn’t fully devote himself into playing General. How could he when he was already fully devoting himself to you?

“Perhaps little warrior was a wrong title for me to give you. With how drenched these are, wouldn’t little whore be better, hm?” Your skin, no matter what imperfections it may have, looked immaculate to his eyes. It was something Jing Yuan daydreamed about for hours on end and you did not disappoint. He should have done this sooner, he thought. Too bad it had to take a certain trigger for all his control to diminish.

His wasted no time when grabbing your cock. It was semi soft, though you didn’t want him this way your hormones said otherwise. He doesn’t falter for one second even after knowing so, predicting that its state would change once he began stimulating it. “My General, please — ngh — cease this at one.”

You legs kept moving around, either in pleasure or in a last ditch attempt at resisting, you didn’t know. Your body was moving on sheer instinct. Flight or fight mixing with euphoria. Fear and relief clashing against one another. It had been months since you last touched yourself. As a being close to a thousand years of age, your libido had long fizzled out. Or so you thought.

“You really are in need of a wake up call.”

Jing Yuan remained silent for the couple of minutes it took you to finally ejaculate. As the thick white liquid left your member, so did the remaining will to resist.

“I am your ruler.”

Jing Yuan suddenly stood up, causing you to fall forward unto his desk. Your chrysanthemum presented itself for him.

“My word is law.”

His left hands slid from your lower back to your shoulder as his right aligned his cock. You dare not look back to witness his size.

You hear the sound of a bottle being opened and of squelching while Jing Yuan covered himself in lubricant. He almost spends an entire minute just touching himself to your naked back. A sight he thought would only remain a mirage, a phantasm he will never see come to light.

“My desire will be met.”

But alas, you are here. Though he could easily reach climax just masturbating to this magnificent view, a taste was what this entire endeavor’s reason for occurring.

“And long have I waited for this moment to have you in my hands, Senior.”

He enters. Not gentle in the slightest. And to both your surprise he cums right there, not even lasting a second within you. Regardless of the surprise and sudden intrusion, you do not miss the way he addressed you.

A flood of memories fills your mind. “Xiao Yuan . . ?”

You do not get to think too much about it however, as Jing Yuan quickly regained his erection and began fucking your hole. Groaning loudly at your tightness which came as a result of your surprise. He picks you up by your arms and pressed your back to his chest.

“You finally remembered me, have you? But alas, catching up will have to wait. We have an audience waiting for the real show to begin.” He tilted his head away and looked beyond your form.

The guards — those who thought were your friends — that were stationed there weren’t dismissed. They were watching the whole time you were being jerked off and reached climax. Their eyes were glued to how Jing Yuan’s cock would disappear into your little hole, ears peeled to the lewd sounds of squelching, slapping and mewling, you bet that behind those helmets they were drooling over your misery.

But you didn’t feel an inch of anger at them at all, only at the man that forced you into this wicked situation in the first place.

“You lunatic—“ You yelled, but you do not move away, thrash or form any attempts at escape.

“Lunatic? No no, just authoritarian. A leader needs to assert himself in the face of . . . those who daringly gaze at my belonging. All while they’re stripped bare for me to partake in. If anything those lowly soldiers are the perverts are they not?” He paused from his thrusts, and you are ashamed to know that you made a small whine of disappointment at his lack of movement. He chuckled at your response before his face turned cold.

Golden eyes dripped in apathy as he commanded to everyone else in the room. “Helmets off.”

“Yes, general!” They all nodded in unison. No hesitation whatsoever.

“Look straight into their eyes, little warrior.” But who were you to judge when all you do to his commands were to follow blindly as well? You faced your comrades, you’re almost thankful for your arousal clouding your brain and stopping it from feeling too much shame and disgust. They stare right back. Eyes burning with lust and excitement.

Once he is assured of your eye-contact, Jing Yuan began pounding your ass again, this time he was somehow much more harsh than he was at the beginning. “Ngh — !”

“See all of them? These people would kill to be in my place right now. They’d beg for just a drop of your essence. And here you are, taking my cock like the good little warrior you are. Milking me for all I’m worth. Aren’t you greedy for me? Hahaha!” It doesn’t take Jing Yuan long to get jealous. Just several seconds later he shoves you forward and back unto his desk, forcing you to face somewhere else and your attention back to only the way his cock rearranged your insides and hiding the way your hole took him. His hand running itself through your hair, tugging once or twice every minute.

He leaned forward, thus allowing his voice to reach your ears and your ears alone, and his member to reach even further inside you. “Want more of my cum, [Y/N]? Tell me. Order me.”

“Give me - ah - more of your cum, you - ah - bastard!” You screamed, grabbing ahold of one of his scrolls and unintentionally breaking via the strength of your grip.

Your wish is his command.

Jing Yuan doesn’t slow down or stop as his cum filled you up. He wanted to make sure every corner of your hole was covered with him, that every spurt of his seed would decorate your rectum and make it its home.

“Satisfied with your general now, soldier?” He asked, his hips now slowly stuttered to a stop.

You do not reply, only panting in exhaustion. He does not part with you for a moment when he gave his command.

“Qingzu. Send this recording to Tingyun, then execute the rest.”

Your shock and terror overshadowed the doom of all your friends.

“Yes, my General.”

You only realized the weight of it all when he turned you around for an embrace. His genital already ‘recovering’ and almost ready for another round.

“How would you like their eyes served to you, hm? In preserve jars . . .

Or on a platter?”

Inside the void of space. Of the stars, the planets. The cradle of creation and dreams. You hear the sly voice of a man you once knew.

“What a pervert you are, reading a smutty story of that General from Xianzhou.”

What was his name again? Sam . . . Samuel . . . ?

“Sooo ~ did you enjoy it? Did you have fun?”

Sampo. Sampo Koski.

“ . . . What ?”

Yes, Sampo, your fellow actor. How could you forget? The support to your lead. The guy who always had your back.

“Oh my, you seem a little disoriented.“

In the cold embrace of the void, Sampo’s hands almost felt hot when he placed it upon your cheeks.

“Not to worry, dear friend! I’ll fix you right back up again. Can’t have our main actor ill-prepared for their next show, do we?”

And the curtain opens, revealing a sea of white.

[ TRANSLATION ]

chrysanthemum - lit. it’s a pretty flower ya’ll. slang wise it means anus.

xiao - lit. little. it’s a chinese diminutive, basically added to the name to make it sound cute. like little yun or little [y/n].

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