Everi-eve - Everi☆♡eve

𐙚𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 ˚୧ ₊

꒰synopsis: blade can't keep his hands off of you, wanting to satiate his hunger in your sweetness, making you his own little treat to enjoy ꒱

blade x fem!reader, nsfw, mdni!, obsessed blade, creampie, fingering, wants to touch u all over, manhandling, dirty talking (he likes stuffing u full )

you were such a tease for him.

coming home and seeing you in that cute frilly little pink apron and wearing one of his dress shirts underneath? heavens, it's like you were asking for it, no?

he still wasn't a fan of sweets, but whenever you enticed him with your baking, giving him that doe-eyed look, and clearly knowing that you have him wrap around your pinky, he really couldn't say no.

he could smell peaches and cream on you when he nuzzled your neck. when he told you that fact, you just giggled and told him, "silly, it's because i am making peaches and cream pie!" but it seemed like the scent got stuck on you. making his mind go all frenzied, wanting to taste you instead of the pie that you were making.

blade's gaze softened as he looked down at you, his stoic expression giving way to a fond smile that only you could see. "peaches and cream pie, huh? sounds delicious," he said, then leaned down, lips brushing against yours in a lingering kiss, his hand sliding down from your waist to rest on the small of your back. "i can't wait to taste it," he murmured against your lips, his breath warm against your skin.

he could sense the shiver you got from his touch, could hear the whine that you let out when he broke the kiss on purpose just to see that expression of yours.

his ruby eyes darkened more with desire as he leaned in again, capturing your lips, this time, his tongue gently teasing against yours. his other hand slipped under the frilly apron, his fingers grazing the soft skin of your thigh.

oh you could feel how you were turning into mush under him, could feel yourself being putty under his touch. "b-bladie.. nhnn.." you mewled his name in such a way that it made him chuckle darkly against your lips. "

"bladie, huh?" he murmured, as he lifted you up effortlessly, placing you on the kitchen counter as his lips trailed down your jawline, peppering kisses along the way. his hand slid higher from your thighs, his fingers teasingly grazing the edge of your panties. "you know what happens when you call me that," he whispered behind your ear as he knew exactly how much you craved his touch, and he loved every second of it.

with a swift motion, he slipped his fingers past the fabric of your panties, his skilled touch finding your slick heat. "you're so wet already, angel," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. he began to move his fingers in slow, teasing circles, relishing in the way your body responded to his touch. "i love how eager you are for me,"

you couldn't help but to plead for more, arching your back as his fingers were stroking your sensitive spot. "t-that's because you're teasing me.. 'tis all your fault bladie.."

blade couldn't help but smirk at your desperate pleas, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot over and over again. "that's right, angel," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "i love seeing you this way, completely at my mercy."

he continued to pleasure you, his fingers moving with skilled precision, pushing you closer to the edge.

"oooh ! b - ladie ! mhmm nnn. . .'m c-cumming !" as he curled that spot from your insides, you were already writhing under his fingers as you came.

blade watched you with dark, hungry eyes as you reached your climax, your body trembling with pleasure. he continued to stroke and curl his fingers inside you, prolonging your orgasm as he relished in the sight and sound of your pleasure. "that's it, angel," he murmured as he maintained his relentless pace until your body finally began to relax, his fingers slowly withdrawing from your wetness.

"but i know that still wasn't enough right?" he made sure you were looking at him, his eyes gleamed as he saw your flushed cheeks, bruised lips, eyes glazed with lust. he then raised his fingers to his lips, sucking your juices clean, before he reaches to shove them gently inside your mouth.

you obediently opened your mouth, plump lips sucking his fingers in return as he gave you a dark grin. "i could still sense your greedy cunt wanting more than just my fingers angel."

as you nodded at him eagerly, he released his fingers off your lips, wasting no time in unzipping his pants and freeing his hardened length, the sheer need evident in his actions. with a swift movement, his fingers pushed your panties aside before he positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly brushing against your slick folds.

"you want me inside, angel?" he asked, his voice laced with mirth. "beg for it. beg for me to fuck you."

you could feel your tears welling up as the sheer need of him inside of you heightened your senses. "please stuff me with your cock! f-fuck me senseless ! please.. bladie.." you begged for it as you opened your legs to accommodate him, eager for him to be inside of you already.

blade's lips curled into a dark smile at your desperate plea, "since you asked so nicely," his gaze locked with yours as he slowly pushed inside, savoring the moment of finally being buried deep within you.

the sensation of your tightness engulfing him made his breath hitch, but he maintained his composure, his movements deliberate and controlled. "you're so eager for me, angel," he groaned, his voice a low growl. "i'll give you exactly what you're begging for." with that, he began to thrust into you, his pace increasing with each powerful movement, filling the room with the sounds of your shared pleasure.

the heady scent of your shared arousal was making your head spin. "bladie ! nhnn.. a-ahh.."

he could feel the heat building within you, the tightness of your walls gripping him with each movement. "gonna fill this pretty cunt full of my seed," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "you want that huh? want me to stuff you like a pie?" his grip tightened on your hips as he continued to pound into you, his pace becoming faster and more intense. the sound of your moans and the wet slap of skin echoed around you.

you could only reply with a series of pleas and moans, eager for him to stuff you full of cum as your legs wrapped around his waist to feel him even deeper inside of you.

that earned a grunt from him as he could feel his own climax building, the pleasure coiling tightly within him. with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his movements becoming erratic as he could feel himself spurting loads of loads of his cum deep inside of your womb right at the moment as he felt your walls clenching around his cock, milking him for more.

blade's breath came out in ragged pants as he continued to hold you close, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release. he gazed down at you in adoration, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

as he finally pulled out, you moaned as you could feel his seed spilling out of you, the sound of it making your cheeks burn, but then you yelped when you felt his finger pushing his cum back inside. "b-blade? what are you nhnnn.. doing?"

he didn't reply as he continued to push his cum deeper inside you, his fingers working with a slow, deliberate pace. "told you didn't i? want you be stuffed full of me angel. so you better keep my cum inside of you, 'kay?" he punctuated his words with a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, as he withdrew his finger back, right on time as the oven made a ting! indicating that the pie was now finished.

you huffed but let out a soft chuckle at his next words, "well i think that's our cue to clean up mhmm?"

"you overdid it this time!" you teasingly replied to him with a pout before his hand caught your face, squishing your cheeks together, "i'll give you a break to enjoy our time together to eat the pie, angel," he murmured, gaze not wavering from yours.

"but we will continue this right after. don't think i'm done with you just yet."

as you stared back at his crimson gaze, you knew you were still in much trouble.

"after all, you're always going to be my favorite sweet little treat."

silly silly cat general 🐈

could i ask for a wanderer x reader with a reader that has social anxiety and stutters a lot :3

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ OVERCOMING.

note: omh ty for this req; as sum1 who used to have rlly severe social anxiety this hit close to home ajaja anw i hope u like it :3 (any1 else feel free to req!)

[wanderer!scara x gn!reader] panic attack, wanderer is a lil' mean at first, fluff, opposites attract trope !!

It's one word with four letters. Surely, anybody could say it, because it's not that hard to ask for help, right? No matter if it showed you were inferior, unable to fulfill a task beyond your understanding; If someone showed you the ropes, you would feed from their knowledge. It's not the same for everybody, sad to say.

Sitting at a table in the greatly colossal library of Teyvat, the House of Daena, you're simply stuck. You try to focus on the assignment at hand, but unfortunately for you, your mind continues to drift off to the countless "what-if"s... what if you never told the little white haired archon about your problems?

Nahida suggested that your writing of a thesis about the way you feel and how your social anxiety affects your everyday life would help you better comprehend it, and overcome it, even by a little.

You couldn't help but resent the girl who has the sweetest of intentions a bit, because at the moment, you feel as though this is making it worse for you.

Your expression appears frantic as you roll your quill in between your index finger and your thumb, your gaze fixated on the paper behold you. You sigh softly and look up from the paper to take a glimpse at the pretty cerulean-haired boy for what seemed like the nth time.

His hair looks soft and well groomed, his indigo eyes exceedingly striking with his bold red eyeliner. His skin is as perfect as porcelain, you could say. Fair, and not a scratch in sight within his flawless flesh.

He's the only person in the library at the moment, and Nahida has mentioned him to you before. Any friend of Nahida's would be as kind as her... right?

Your teeth dig into the soft skin of your bottom lip as you subtly steal another glance at him. At the moment, Wanderer is occupying himself with finding a book that will help him expand more on his own thesis.

Unbeknownst to you, he was also looking at you every chance he got.

You're about to go up to him to ask your question, the question that has just been suffocating, anticipating to be released from your throat, when suddenly, something drags you down yet again. Your palms grow clammy and your heart beats faster, just by thinking of speaking to him.

It didn't even matter if it was him or not; Speaking to anyone you weren't closely associated with was too difficult for you, overall.

Your breathing pace gets a little uneven and wobbly as you try to breathe steadily through your nose, but even those breaths come out trembling in some form. The sick feeling of anxiety and panic altogether starts to creep up on you. It started to feel as though your intestines were scrunching up inside of you and you needed air, badly.

What if he degraded you for not knowing such a simple thing? Why must you burden a stranger with your needs? Infinite thoughts overwhelm you as your fingers tremble slightly from where they're now resting on your lap.

This really sucks.

You eventually decide on packing it up for today. You could withstand Nahida's disappointment anytime; It was nothing compared to asking a stranger a simple question.

As you stand up from your chair, quietly gathering your paper and pen, you slightly jump at the gentle tap on your shoulder.

"Do you have hearing problems or something? I've been calling you for the past three minutes," Wanderer says, his tone clearly indicating his annoyance. His brows are furrowed, his lips in a small frown as he glares at you. You're quick, a little too quick, to look down at the floor.

No matter how much you tried, eye contact was always out of the question for you. It made you feel uneasy.

"S-Sorry," you softly murmur, feeling yourself go warm and your trembling fingers tightly hold onto your quill and paper for some sort of stability. You must have been so absorbed in your panic attack, that you couldn't even hear him.

Wanderer isn't stupid. His cold gaze narrows as he examines you. Your head starts enduring extreme dizziness when you realize what he's doing. 'Oh, Archons, is he judging me?' Your thoughts are so loud, you draw a short intake of breath, thinking he heard it when you didn't even say anything.

After a moment of excruciating silence, he sighs and asks, "Can you look at me?" His tone shifts from irritated to somewhat more gentle now, however, he still sounded irritated.

You do as he says, your nervous eyes peering at him, but constantly glancing to other directions. Wanderer takes in your appearance now, still closely inspecting you. He takes note of everything, from the way you bite down on your lip, to the way you pick at your nail.

"... Do you know where I may find more books on the history of Sumeru?" he questions, after sometime. "Huh? Oh, yeah..." Your voice is soft-spoken and gentle as you hesitantly start to lead him to a section in the library. He walks by you, visibly side eyeing you as you walk with your gaze focused on the floor again.

'This would have never happened if I had just left earlier...'

"Um... here it is," Your words come out a bit unsteady as you come to a stop. With one hand holding your quill and paper, your other hand reaches for a book on the shelf. Wanderer doesn't fail to notice your wavering fingers.

You hand it to him as you barely even glance at him; Your gaze still flickers to him, to the side, and then back to him. Wanderer accepts the book from you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment. His fingers are cold, similar to a glass window on a crisp winter morning.

"Thank you, even if you're quite the jittery one," he slyly comments, a playful smirk on his lips. "I'm Wanderer, what about you, hm?" Wanderer's voice is baritone and has a light air of smugness to it. His words roll off of his tongue like smooth melted dark chocolate.

You quietly reply, "[Name]..." Your eyes still don't meet his as you begin to faintly fidget with the hem of your Akademiya uniform's sleeve.

Wanderer tilts his head, noticing the quill and paper in your other hand. "Ah? Are you working on a thesis as well," he queries, his charming indigo eyes carefully surveying your reaction and awaiting your reply. You slowly nod, somewhat less queasy now.

"What about, if you don't mind my asking?" Wanderer certainly isn't one to easily have a conversation without completely dragging the other person down, but with you, it felt natural. It felt good.

You hesitate for a moment before responding softly, "Nahida advised me to write a thesis about how social anxiety affects... peoples everyday life." You know it's bad to lie, but you could never admit to a stranger about something such as this. You see it as your flaw, something that puts a heavy weight on you that has to be fixed.

Lessening that weight, even if it were by a little, would go a long way... and little did you know, it would start with him.

Fortunately for you, Wanderer doesn't manage to see right through your lies even though he's usually rather well at reading people. He simply says, "Okay. Well," Wanderer suddenly takes your paper and it catches you off guard.

"This is a blank page. Are you having writer's block, perhaps? Or is writing not your forté?" he teasingly adds, smirking at you. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you blush deeply, murmuring something quiet in embarrassment from his playful remarks.

Wanderer waves the paper around, humming, "Hm? What was that?" He leans closer to you, as if trying to hear you better. You lean back a bit, the close proximity overwhelming you.

"It's not that... I just need more ink... for my quill..."

A moment of awkward silence passes.

"... eh? That's it?" Wanderer appears disappointed as he sighs, "You could have asked me. Goodness, I was standing there the whole time and you didn't say a word." He grabs onto your hand and starts leading you somewhere among the library, seemingly insistent on helping you.

Wanderer's expression is bored as he continues dragging you around before finally finding an inkwell on a table. He's curiously looking at you as he says, "Is that really all? Such a simple demand, yet you didn't have the guts to ask-" Wanderer instantly shuts his mouth when he notices your gloomy expression.

Everything seemed to be falling into place now as Wanderer thought of the way you spoke and acted in a more complex way. More importantly, he realized that the thesis you're writing was never about other people's social anxiety.

It's like it finally clicked in his mind as he perks up before looking away, almost as a sheepish sort of gesture, as he mumbles, "Never mind that... Anyways, [Name]," His attempt at an apology was weak, but still sweet, given his intentions.

He takes your quill and dips the tip of it into the inkwell as he speaks, "Would you like to work on our theses together? You may not have writer's block, but right now, I do. So, what do you think?" His tone comes off as quite demanding, but luckily, you see his good intent.

You smile a bit. "Sure... that would be nice," you say in your same soft voice. Your words didn't tremble as much as they did before, and you don't notice it, but Wanderer smiles slightly at that.

He's quick to frown again, making sure he doesn't give you enoguh time to realize his smile before returning to his unamused face as he huffs, "Just don't get in my way." Wanderer sits down at the table and drags the chair next to him, closer.

"How are you going to help me if you're sitting that far away? Seriously, the person who designed this layout is stupid," he grumbles, rolling his eyes as he puts his thesis on the table.

The funny thing is, the chairs weren't even that far away from each other.

You sit on the chair by him and his leg is practically touching yours because of how close he made the distance. You gulp and Wanderer's body leans towards you as he nonchalantly says, "You have pretty eyes and a nice voice, by the way." Without waiting for your reply, he immediately adds, "Now, help me think of a starter sentence for this..."

The two of you end up working quite well together. While Wanderer easily gets irritated, you have more patience. He's rowdy and unfiltered, having no shame in saying his honest opinion at any given moment. On the other hand, you're more sweet about it, and provide advice to help move further.

It's like you two are puzzle pieces that perfectly fit with each other. Or rather, this moment with him is the puzzle piece, indicating the start of a bigger picture. A future with him, perhaps?

🐾🍫🍮 : © haerin1 (do not translate, steal or take too much inspo from my works)

mimi....

Hello author! Can I request from angst prompt the angst sentence #2 and angst scenario #4 with Jing yuan? This is my first time doing stuff like this. I don't know if I'm doing it right😅 if not feel free to delete! May you have a wonderful day!

A shoulder to lean on

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ prompts: breaking down mid-hug, "can you call me that again?" and "you haven't changed" "...do you mean that in a good way or a bad way?" || 1k event

✧ contents: hurt/comfort, a miniscule of high cloud quintet lore, my personal hc that jing yuan was a tiny bit of a crybaby when he was younger (it's mentioned briefly you could barely notice it)

✧ a/n: after jingliu's companion quest the need to give this man a hug just increased by tenfold. but you did everything correct dear anon, thank you for participating in the event! not beta-read cause the idea kicked me in the face at like 1 AM so i had to hurry before i lost it. though i did struggle trying to incorporate the last sentence LMFAO.

"Do you accept this new position as the general of the Luofu, Jing Yuan?"

Sometimes he wonders if things would've gone differently if he said no that day, had politely declined the offer. He had dreams after all, dreams that wasn't limited to the Luofu - a dream that was to reach the stars, and further than that.

"It would be my honor."

But as fast as those worries came, it quickly faded away with time. Forgotten amidst the chaos that immediately happened the moment he took the mantle of the General.

"General, there's another meeting with the Six Charioteers."

"General, the Marshal is requesting your presence."

"Even if you've became the general, we would still need a strategic mind and another sword out on the battlefield, what do you say?"

He didn't mind at first.

"General! The high elder has...!"

"General, we have succesfully captured Imbibitor Lunae, what are the High Preceptors orders for him?"

"General! The swordmaster has succumbed to mara!"

If he could serve the Luofu to the best of his abilities then he would. He loved Luofu after all. It would be no greater honor than to be able to govern it and protect it.

"General! There's an urgent message from the Xianzhou Yaoqing and Xianzhou Fanghu!"

"General, we will keep losing more men to the Denizens of Abundance at this rate, the only way to stop this war once and for all is through the Reignbow Arbiter!"

But after centuries of the same title being called out, of the same courtesy and respect given to him at every corner and at every second of his life, he starts to wonder.

"General!"

When was the last time he heard someone call out his name?"

"Jing Yuan."

He sucks in a deep breath, eyes snapping open upon hearing his name. There's a warm hand cradling his cheek with a thumb stroking his skin patiently - but no words have been said after someone had uttered his name.

It's quiet - the noise inside his head had seemed to morph back into the same mild headache he's gotten used to ignoring every day. A pain that makes him realize he's no longer forced to witness what had happened in the past, the warmth from the hand on his cheek confirming the fact he's back in the present.

Back in today's Luofu - a peaceful Luofu not plagued by any war, a Luofu he had managed to keep in peace for centuries.

He let's out the breath he didn't realize he was holding, his eyes finally adjusting to the room around him. His vision is a bit hazy, but he can still make out the interior of your shared house.

There's a bed underneath him, a blanket covering half of his body and the sound of the breeze blowing through the wind chimes which makes them make a clear sound. And when he averts his gaze from the ceiling to the presence beside him, he finds himself locking eyes with your own - a gentle smile painting your lips.

"Good morning, I take it that you didn't sleep that well tonight?" you ask, and Jing Yuan opens his mouth to say something, whispering something so quietly that you couldn't even hear it even when you're this close to him, "I won't be able to hear you at all if you continue to whisper like that, you know?"

"... Can you call me that again?" he finally manages to utter after a beat of silence, the requst making you cock your head to the side in confusion - but it doesn't take long before your eyes widen slightly in realization, before immediately softening.

"You haven't changed at all, have you? Jing Yuan."

And that's all he needed to hear before he finally breaks. You can hear a low whimper come from him before you flinch away in surprise when he suddenly rises to an upright position. But you're not able to move back fast enough before an arm hurriedly wraps around your waist to force you closer to him.

"... Do you mean that in a good way or a bad way?" he breathes out, voice finally returning to him after hearing you call out his name again.

His free hand cradles the back of your head, pressing you closer to his neck while he almost shrinks into you, trying to press you closer than you already are.

Almost as if wants to protect you - from what you don't know.

But he's shaking, the arms enveloping you in his embrace are trembling slightly and you can feel his voice shake whenever he breathes in and out, his own face pressed against your head.

"A good way, what else? Because even after everything you've gone through, standing tall as the general of the Luofu-"

You ignore how he physically flinches upon hearing you say that title.

"You're still the same crybaby of a Jing Yuan that I fell in love with way before you even got your infamous nickname."

He doesn't say anything, freely letting you cup his cheeks to pull him away from your head, giving him a smile and a quick peck onto his cheek before you readjust him to rest his head on your shoulders - to which he quickly buries his face into your neck. And it's only when you wrap your own arms around his shoulders tightly that you feel tiniest of tears dampen your clothes.

You can only squeeze back, bending your head down to press your lips onto whatever part of Jing Yuan you can reach.

"It's okay to cry, Jing Yuan."

another similar ask that got incorporated

Hey, I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are can I request the reader confessing and then running away scenario with yandere! jing yuan, dan heng, blade, and himeko please? I love reading your posts <3

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Jing Yuan: He is so smug about it, he loves this situation, you trying to confess to him and all. He honestly thought it was he who would do the confessing but he doesn't mind this at all, he is probably recording the audio so he can listen to it later.

Before you can run away, Jing Yuan will grab your hand gently and kiss your knuckles, all while giving you a gentle smile and accepting your confession. No need for you to know of his plan B in case you didn't love him back.

"I'm so happy that you love me as well, my dear. Now, how about you move in with me... Hmmm, I don't think I'm moving too fast at all"

Dan Heng: He can barely stand up when he hears you confessing, he has never felt such happiness as this moment, it's even hard for him to remain his usual stoic self when you confess to him, he just wants to trap you in his arms and not let go.

Dan Heng notices fast that you run away and quickly hugs you tightly, you have gotten to confess and now it's his turn to do the same. He holds you tightly so he can take his time getting the right words out, he wants you to know exactly how much he loves you.

"I'm so glad you feel the same, it would be an honor to be known as your boyfriend *ahem*, how about a kiss to begin our relationship"

Blade: Now this guy never expected this in a million years, he doesn't see himself as very lovable, but here you are proving him wrong. He listens quietly as you fumble your words out, he wants to record every single word into memory.

As soon as Blade even sees a hint of you trying to run away he already has a firm grip on your wrist as he yanks you towards him, he hugs you from behind, the hold on you tight and possessive, you might even think at this point that confessing was a mistake, but it's too late, you are his.

"I'll be honest and say I wasn't expecting this, well you're stuck with me now, whether you want it so or not"

Himeko: She finds you increadibly adorable when you're trying to confess your feelings for her, she just loves this so much, it's you who confesses, it's you who want this relationship just as much as she wants it.

When you run away Himeko wont even stand up from the chair she's sitting in, there is no way off the train without her permission, you'll come back to apologize for running away, and then she'll accept your confession with a kiss on your lips to seal your fate.

"Well now, darling why don't you kiss back... oh you were surprised, well we can do it again, this time you will kiss back, right"