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i am 19. bi depending on the day. use any prns. blk.

i mainly write hsr but i will slowly start to write jjk as well. my main fandoms are honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, genshin (occasionally but i don’t play anymore), and others.

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heyyyyy… lawl might come back to write for dr ratio maayyyybeee. also miss blade

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the way that we both abandoned our blogs at the same time is HILARIOUS

i lost motivation for this acc soooo fast☠️☠️☠️

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Hi there love,

How are ya doing ?

…So exams are hurting my soul right now, I hate uni 😭

If you have time can you do a little something, where blade and jing yuan (or just blade if you choose only one) where they are distracting their s/o from studying or completing their paper work. If you can, can you make it nsfw 💕

KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF nsfw blade, jing yuan x fem!reader, separately

content warning : blades is modern. reader is wearing a skirt in jing yuan’s fingering (blade), dry jumping (jing yuan) nothing much else really

a/n : hiiii tysm for requesting me!! and to answer u i am doing preeetty good, i’ve been somewhat busy and burnt out (even though i barely write to begin with) so i’m trying to get back in the groove. you actually sent this ask awhile back and i am so sorry it took me so long to respond 😭.. but i hope ur exams weren’t too much of a pain in the ass. and i hope this is up to your standards!!! this is kinda small but if i tried going into the actual stuff i would’ve lost motivation 2 write.

requests are open btw plz request me i want smth to do

do u guys notice that i don’t have a posting schedule. idk if anyone actually does but

DARK CONTENT BLOGS AND MINORS PLZ DNI!!!

BLADE :

blade was insatiable

something the both of you were already aware of

in his defense you looked sexy even when you were just sitting there

so could you really blame him for wanting to undress you even when whatever you were doing was so mundane?

he laid on your bed, taking in the scent of you on your pillow as he watched you shuffle through papers

your focused face had him staring

the way your eyes squinted, the way you clicked your tongue whenever something irritated you, or when you huffed out sighs like every three seconds due to exhaustion

his eyes then dropped to look at the glossiness of your lips as you bit them in a fruitless attempt to concentrate

he could feel his pants tighten the longer he stared

he could feel embarrassed. he should feel embarrassed. but he really can’t bring himself to care about the details, all he knew was he wanted you. bad.

so when you look up at him through your lashes once he approaches your desk and you blink, clueless. he’s far reached past his breaking point

“blade! you can’t be serious! i really have to nnn-” you’re cut off as he curls his fingers in a certain angle — putty in his hands within mere seconds, you’re barely able to speak coherently, “i have to study!”

“you’ve been doing that all day,” he groans out, watching your contorting face with rapt attention, resisting the urge to get the foreplay over with and shove himself inside you.

if anything he should be getting praised for holding out this long.

blade has you on your back as he hovers over you, fingers buried in the depths of you as he observes every twitch and jerk. a certain stroke of his has your eyes rolling behind your eyelids — a sight that has blade taking your lips immediately.

the kiss is rough and desperate, it alone conveys how much blade wants — no, needs you. he’s biting your lips, sucking your tongue and practically your life force as you go limp from the ferocity of it all.

“you— haah — you came to me knowing i’d be.. be busy! it’s not my fault you don’t listeeennn!!!” your leg jerks and you impulsively try kicking him away as your climax approaches. he’s curling the sweet spot within you so efficiently that your mind goes blank.

all you can do is chant his name as if he were your god, drunk on him and his touch.

he gets harder at the sight of you losing yourself, not even aware that it was possible — but of course you of all people prove him wrong.

as your vision goes white and your cries echo throughout the house once you fall over the edge, blades easing you through it, rubbing your clit as you moan in ecstasy. once blade is sure that your orgasm has passed and you go lax against your pillows, he makes haste to unbuckle and undress himself. he’d be damned if he wasn’t inside you before the minute ended.

your arms are over your eyes as you pant heavily. you’re exhausted beyond belief and as of now, studying is the last thing on your mind. it isn’t until you hear the clanking of metal together that you peek from behind your arms.

lo and behold, blade pulling his thick cock from the confines of his boxers. your eyes bulge and you look up at him questioningly. “w-wait.. you’re not..”

“what’d you think i was prepping you for?” he asks, tone raspy and somewhat condescending.

you dig your elbows into the pillows to sit you up, but blade pushes you back against the bed with one hand and cock in the other. “you’re crazy if you think i’m gonna go any longer without fucking you.”

“i have exams soon, can’t it wait?”

“it can’t.”

before you could try and say anything more, his slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, rubbing against it in an up and down motion. your eyes roll back and your tongue goes heavy.

you couldn’t find it in you to care about your studies when he filled you all the way to the hilt. this was much better anyways.

JING YUAN :

one thing about jing yuan is that he is extremely persuasive and convincing.

you had to admit it was both his worst and best trait

when his voice is suave and deep, it’s almost like you’re being lured in by a siren

and you hate the effect he has on you, because it’s always hard to say no

not only that but he’s extremely shameless. he isn’t afraid or embarrassed of showing his attraction towards you

so when he wants something from you, he has you wrapped around his finger within mere moments.

he’s swarming you like a mosquito, buzzing in your ear with his voice, you resist the urge to swat him

he has an extremely important meeting next week that needs to be arranged accordingly, but jing yuan is more interested in feeling you up.

usually you’d have no qualms about this and you’d accept easily, and you’re sure that no matter what jing yuan does, his reputation as the general will stay strong

but the idea of people thinking badly of him has your stomach stirring

so you scold and you wave him away, all in vain, really.

because if jing yuans anything else other than persuasive and charismatic, it’s stubborn.

he leans down to nip your neck lightly with his canines and you hate to admit how quickly you melted

jing yuan’s lips are hot on yours. you can feel him fighting off a smile as he devours you whole. he has you straddling him on his chair, papers haphazardly moved about as you try to find balance on the desk behind you.

jing yuan’s hands know no bounds, for they touch any skin they find. he’s caressed you from your neck and collarbones to the hem of your panties. he makes sure to give your chest good attention too. teasing just under your bra and chuckling at your desperate whining.

“ah. but didn’t you say you had to work? maybe we should stop,” he says that, yet he’s smirking. he hasn’t even taken off your shirt yet, and you have half the mind to go back to work and try and act as if his behavior doesn’t affect you so heavily.

you’re silent, coherency on its last thread. jing yuan is aware and decides to give you a little break.

he gestures for you to lift your arms, and despite the weakness in them, you use your last remaining bits of strength to give jing yuan leeway of ridding you of your shirt.

and before you can do anything else, his teeth are kissing bruises into your skin, soothing them with pecks of his lips right after.

your fingers go behind his neck to grip the roots of his hair and your head tilts back as your lips part to make shape of his name.

jing yuan’s lips are occupied so he decides to busy his hands as well. his thumb teases the curve of your nipple that’s glossy from his saliva as his other thumb nears dangerously close to your clothed clit. he eagerly lifts your skirt to make way for his hand, anticipation going through the roof at the feel of your heavily soaked panties.

“tell me where you want me,” he groans out.

“touch me here,” you whimper, placing his hand right against your panties.

his smirk returns and his voice takes on a condescending tone, “but i am touching your there, aren’t i?”

“jing yuan!!” you moan breathily, voice coated in half pleasure and half anger. at the sound jing yuan’s lips curl into a smile.

a ghost of his finger right over where you needed him most has a loud whine leaving your lips. it’s not exactly what you wanted, but with your general, you’d take what you could get.

but you don’t even notice how quick you gyrate your hips in search of that familiar friction. you unintentionally shoved jing yuan’s face in your chest, your face in his hair and arms moved to wrap around his neck as you moan prettily.

you’ve hit the point where your mind is blank and only in search of pleasure, something that jing yuan experiences with you a lot.

but instead of disciplining you for this behavior as he usually would when you got out of hand, he sets his heavy hands on your waist to help guide your movement, teeth nipping at your skin. he’s happy with his decision once your noises get louder and your grip around his tightens.

jing yuan’s mind clouds and he can’t help admitting that he likes this side of you, the side of you that cares not for his pleasure and just wants to use him for your own.

jing yuan taglist : @ceylestia @comettheasteroid @voidsatoru @blazervain @meaningofaeons

blade taglist : @shrimp-anon @caesadele i just realized how small my blade taglist is omg

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jing yuan: *standing outside of the door*

jing yuan:

jing yuan again: i just wanted to see my friend :(

nah his ass outside the door cackling like a maniac. his plan was to get blade jealous and he succeeded 🙏🙏🙏

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STOP I THOUGHT YOY WERE A COMPLETELY DIFFERNEF PERSON BC OF TGE SUDDEN THEME CJANGE

HELPP THIS IS SOFUNNY this is the last time i’ll change my theme i swear (lie) it took hours to complete 😭💔

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to be honest-

sounds like jing yuan also got the hots for y/n

if ur talking abt the recent oneshot he did what he was doing to tease blade and rile him up. BUT when writing the cloud knight series i always wanted to make jing yuan in love with the reader. so if u noticed that ur right. i mean it doesn’t rlly add anything to the story but who gaf!!!! what’s wrong w wanting two hot men to be in love w u 😕?

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WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt 4 (?) sfw blade x fem!cloud knight!reader

word count : 2.6k

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summary : blade is indulging in your affection like usual before a certain general decides to come in and ruin his entire day, he contemplates panting the wall in his blood.

content / cw : suggestive, blade is insatiable, ok i tried not to make smut and i succeeded but there are a few nsfw things in here, but it’s mostly blades thoughts ok guys plz forgive me, fluff, blade is whipped and in love.

a/n : in honor of hitting 500 followers already almost 600 i made part 4. also this is shorter than i thought damn

ALSO IF U ASKED TO BE ADDED TO THE CLOUD KNIGHT TAGLIST AND I DIDNT ADD U PLZ LET ME KNOW

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI !!!

blade had made it ritual to visit whenever he could. which were few in between due to his work. it required him to travel to extensive lengths of time. luckily, he wasn't deployed on every mission so he took those as opportunities to come and see you.

it was a joyful horny experience everytime. maybe you couldn't go out on public dates due to luofu's people still seeing blade as a criminal, but blade liked to think he was a homebody.

blade indulged you and your silly activities, just to see that glittering smile on your face.

though there were definitely moments for other activities too. blade couldn't help the fact that you were so attractive and his. he was insatiable. not to mention the fact that sometimes you'd spend weeks if not a month without seeing each other.

texting was nice, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice and the soft feel of your touch.

just seeing you and that stupid, sweet smile of yours had him wanting to rip your clothes to shreds and ravage you. but now you insisted that he bake with you for the moment, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted with you later.

"please! i've been meaning to make brownies this week, but i've been swept up with my knight duties, and it’s perfect because we can do it together!”

blade wanted to protest and take you to the bed, but you complained that sex was all he wanted from you and he was determined to prove you wrong (he couldn't help that you looked so sexy just breathing, he was truly and exceptionally wrapped around your finger). he also couldn't deny how cute you looked in your apron.

"if you insist."

at his defeat you bounced on the balls of your feet, and eyes shining as you say, "wear an apron with me?"

"don't push it."

you could only giggle at the perturbed look on his face.

"please? i'll even wear only this in bed later," your lips curled slyly as you caught the intrigued expression he adorned.

he sighed, grabbing the spare apron you offered, "you drive a hard bargain."

“i knew you’d be convinced by that, perv,” your expression is angry, but blade notices you trying to fight off a smile.

you got started and he could only follow you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, something he usually did when he had no idea how to go about something.

you took out ingredients required for the brownies, and it looked like you were going simple style with the boxed brownies.

when he eyed it you perked up, “sushang recommended this to me. said it might make me consider never making homemade brownies ever again— which i highly doubt,” you muttered, setting everything on the counter.

“she also suggested adding caramel, i forgot to grab it at the market so we’ll have to go homemade. can you help me with it?” you smiled guiltily, as if he didn’t willingly agree to give his hand in the kitchen.

although he nods, he still says, “but i don’t know how to make it.”

“it’s okay, i’ll help!”

the next twenty minutes fly by as you put the brownies in the oven and help blade stir the warm caramel. he has a wooden spoon in his grip as he slowly stirs like you advised, he’s holding it oddly but it’s so endearing that you don’t mention it.

“taste test!” you exclaim. for the past fifteen minutes you put your hand over blade’s to lift the wooden spoon from the pan and swipe a stripe of caramel to taste for yourself, saying it’s to review its quality.

but this time blade swipes some up for himself, holding his finger to your lips and opening his mouth in an “ah” to gesture you to do the same.

you open your mouth with little hesitation, tongue somewhat hanging out past your lips as his finger nears your lips.

you suck on his finger to assure that all of the sticky sweetness transfers to your tongue, unaware of his dark gaze leering on you. blade has half the mind to bend you over the counter but is reminded of your earlier words.

so he lets you look up at him through your lashes, watches you pull away with a sweet smile as you compliment the taste, and praise him for his work. he lets all of it occur with thoughts that a priest would combust at.

your lips look plump and glossy from your saliva, he’s sure he can get away with taking just your lips for now. so he puts a hand to your cheek, rubbing your face delicately with his thumb— a stark contrast to his desires— and he leans in.

your pupils shrink a bit at the decrease in proximity but then you remember how much blade must be holding back and happily think that this can be his little reward.

but a sudden knocking on the door has you both pulling apart. you turn towards the door with a mutter of, i wonder who would come by at this time… before you turn to blade with a sympathetic smile.

“watch the caramel for me while i answer?”

he nods in affirmation and you’re off. his focus goes back to the pot with an angry grumble towards whoever decided to interrupt him.

“who is it?” you ask, scolding your house for not having a peephole.

“might i come in?” a familiar baritone voice comes muffled from behind the door.

“general?” you don’t ask anything more, opening the door to see his tall figure standing over you, a smile on his lips.

“what’re you doing here?”

“just thought i’d come visit, we haven’t had a conversation as just friends in awhile, hm?”

“i mean yeah but, today? i’m kind of busy.”

“blade won’t mind, right? mind if i come in?”

you’re stunned. how does he… you barely process anything before you’re instinctually stepping to the side as he walks in without waiting for your approval.

he surveys you, smiling at your stunned face.

“baking?”

“uh- oh! yeah… brownies,” you blink, still confused. “uhm are you here about work? did i not do something right or—”

jing yuan lifts his hand and cuts you off as he says, “nothing like that. i can’t miss a close friend? i promise that’s all this is, mere catching up. whenever i see you it’s always knight duties. don’t worry, i don’t intend on ruining your little date.”

he gets close and sets a heavy hand on the top of your head, rubbing slowly. you’re shocked at the sudden display of affection. but before you can question it, blade walks in, apron pristine— unlike yours— and wooden spoon dripping with caramel in hand. the sight of it has your mouth dry.

how can such a scary man be so cute?

everyone in the room is still and quiet, reasons all differing. you’re admiring, blade is questioning, and jing yuan is amused. and it isn’t long before blade’s expression turns dark, eyes glued to the hand on your head.

“blade? is the caramel done?”

“yeah, but you were taking awhile so i wanted to see what the hold up was. sorry for interrupting.” his tone is dripping with venom and you can’t help the shock that blankets your face.

“uh? what do you mean?”

but your question is answered when jing yuan takes his hand off your head and blade’s eyes follow the motion with dangerous intensity.

“oh! it’s not what you think!” you wave your hands, panicked, “i actually had no idea why he did that. uhm..” seeing as blade decided to have a one-sided glaring contest with jing yuan instead of listening, you don’t dare elaborate further, simply approaching blade to grab his hand.

“let’s go to the kitchen shall we? i’m sure general would love a brownie.” your tone is sheepish, looking at blade as your try dragging him to the kitchen.

under the scrutiny of your gaze, blade relents, making sure to let go of your hand in favor of placing it on your back. such a possessive action that he prays jing yuan takes note of.

luckily he does, but unfortunately, it’s not in the way blade wants. instead, jing yuan smirks.

blade holds back the bloodlust bubbling inside him and instead pulls you closer to him.

you get back to work on your goodies instantly, either unaware of the tense atmosphere or just ignoring it. whatever the reason, blade pays jing yuan no mind, watching you with rapt attention.

you’re carefully pouring the caramel into a glass measuring cup, or trying to.

“uh..” you struggle a bit balancing the hold of the pan and your hold on the cup. “can i get a little help over here please.”

blade sits up to make his way to you but stands back at the sight of jing yuan at your beck and call immediately. bile is rising up his throat at the sight of you both, and he can’t tell if the feeling in his chest comes from the pain of seeing you two so close or the terrifying urge to coat jing yuan in his own blood.

“ah i’m kind of embarrassed, i struggled so much with that little task and i’m a cloud knight,” you sighed pitifully, expression flustered.

jing yuan is quick to reassure you. “not to fret, a simple bump in the road, really. this has no correlation to your talent on the battlefield.”

your cheeks warm and you smile bashfully. “thank you, general.” hearing praise from someone you admired so gratefully was always nice.

“hey, we’re not working, no need to be so formal.”

“oh, if you say so… jing yuan.”

his smile is mischievous, something you don’t notice, but blade does. “that’s better.” his voice is suave and his eyes are full of amusement, even more so when his eyes clash with blade’s and he witnesses the fury that contorts his face.

“let’s check on the brownies, shall we? they should be about done.”

you agree, putting on your oven mitts to grab the pan from the oven. once they’re on a steady platform ready to cool, you turn to blade. you noticed his lack of presence near you, which was odd since he took any opportunity to be around you.

“blade?”

he looks up from the ground to stare at you and there’s something in his eyes that make you hesitate. is he upset with you? usually you’d ask but there was a guest and now wasn’t really the time.

“decorate the brownies with me?”

he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. his face looks upset and you’re afraid it might be directed towards you. “o-or not,” you stammer, scratching your cheek nervously but blade isn’t having it.

“i’ll decorate with you.” he notices the fall in your expression immediately and approaches you, admiring the glow in your eyes as you smile at him in relief.

blade shoves jing yuan away from you just for peace of mind, it wasn’t necessary but it quelled the pang in blade’s stomach just a little.

both you and jing yuan’s eyes are wide with shock, but you blink and brush it off, knowing now wasn’t an appropriate time to confront blade. jing yuan smirks, something neither you or blade catch.

blade cuts the brownies into equal squares before you’re plating in a neat way them and drizzling the caramel on top. jing yuan notices the fondness in blade’s eyes as he watches you work and ramble at the same time. and watches as you bring a brownie to blade’s lips, mimicking the “ah” with your lips as you feed him. you’re giggling and talking about something that doesn’t really require attention, but blade’s expression is open and intrigued, listening and watching you with his all.

jing yuan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, smiling at the absolute love for you that drips off of blade. he was so insanely whipped that jing yuan almost felt bad for his teasing.

but he just loved the anger that would cross blade’s expression, and the struggle he goes through as he questions saying anything.

his thoughts are cut off as you call his name, “do you want to try one?”

“of course, you made it after all.”

you flushed, unsure of where all these sudden compliments were coming from. you weren’t opposed to it per se, but it was unusual and definitely odd for him.

blade’s face twitched.

you picked a brownie from the plate, careful to not let the caramel touch your fingers.

“you’ll feed me too, right?”

huh!?

you stop in shock, brownie in hand, ready to approach him. your eyes trail to blade hoping to make eye contact with him, only to see him glaring at jing yuan with an anger you’ve never seen before.

“t-that’s not…” appropriate, would’ve been your words, but your general assured you, “i’m only kidding.”

you smile sheepishly, unsure how to go about his joke. so you try to let go of his words as you approach him. but the world must be forsaking you, for your foot catches on blade’s shoe and before you know it you’re falling to the ground extremely fast.

jing yuan’s reflexes has him catching you quickly, arm secured around you to ensure your safety.

“careful now.”

“thank you so much, jing yuan. that would’ve been humiliating, aha..”

you both don’t notice the veins that pop on blade’s forehead as he clutches his hands into fists with a strength that has his knuckles paling.

blade eyes the hand on your waist with disdain.

he has to convince his conscience that he rather you not fall.

blade survives the last ten minutes of jing yuan’s visit to the best of his abilities. watching him approach the door with a relief that is unfamiliar to him. jing yuan turns the knob, looking at you to try and spark one last conversation.

but blade’s decided that he’s had enough as he opens the door wider and shoves jing yuan out with hostility.

“you’ve overstayed your welcome. don’t come back,” are the words that leave his lips before he’s slamming the door in jing yuan’s face. once that’s over, his shoulders sag and he finally looks calm.

you blink up at him, confused and shocked, “blade? is there something wrong? you’ve been off since the general arrived.” you don’t mention what just happened.

instead of answering you directly, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face in your neck as he breathes you in.

“never invite him over again.” he whispers, grip strong and warm.

“what’s wrong? i’ve never seen you look so angry.”

“that damned general.”

you’re still confused. but as you sift through the events of today in your head and remember all of the expressions blade directed towards your general, it’s like a light bulb pops off in your head.

“were you jealous?” you’re smirking, and blade decides this is an expression he doesn’t like.

“why wouldn’t i be? you wouldn’t like it if a woman offered to feed me and rub and pat my head while she compliments me, would you?”

you blink, placing yourself in blade’s position as you reenact the scenes in your head.

“y-you’re right..” you stammer, “i would not like that, but,” you turn your head towards blade with a soft, lovely heart stopping smile, “you don’t have to worry about other people. i’m yours, aren’t i?”

his eyes widen and he can’t deny the increase of his heart pace. a small red colors his cheeks and you revel in the fact that you made him of all people blush.

“you are. and i’m yours.” his lips are caressing your face, nearing your lips as he whispers.

“i’m never indulging you like that again…” your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“are you sure? because i know of other ways you can indulge me,” he’s kissing your cheek, hand playing with the seams of your shirt as his fingers peek under with the promise of more.

you mimic his words from earlier and say, “you drive a hard bargain.” and he smirks.

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MAITADORI ‘ S RULES (read before you interact or request me, please)

— rules when requesting :

what i don’t write: non con, any type of cest, pedophilia, yandere, so don’t request any of this.

i don’t write smut for minors and i won’t age them up for the sake of it. dni if u do that

— do not interact :

if u are a dark content blog, please dni. i don’t check my following list but i see some of you follow me, please stop and respect my rules.

minors pls dni with my nsfw ty

if you age up minor characters to sexualize them, or u just sexualize minors.

yes i’m a baji purist, as well as bakugou and every other fictional minor in existence.

basic dni criteria as in racist, anti blk, anti semitic, xenophobic, transphobic, homophobic, and if you bash neopronouns. who gaf if someone wants to be referred to as kitty/kittyself you’ll be okay, trust.

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MAITADORI ‘ S MASTERLIST

— BLADE

BLADE x FEM!CLOUD KNIGHT! READER :

part one

part two

part three

part four

— JING YUAN

JING YUAN x AFAB!GN!ASSISTANT!READER :

wrapped around your finger

i missed you

idiotic jealousy (coming soon)

late to the event

[luv4fushi]

hi!! i read your gojo smaus and they're so cute <3 may i request some texts between geto and reader in a relationship? thanks sm if you do this! i love your work :)

latte here to deliver! enjoy ~

bf geto suguru text messages

jjk geto suguru x gn!reader

content: lots of pet names and FLUFF!!!

grocery shopping

afraid

hate you

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IM SO SICK AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM AHHHHHHHH I JUST FELL TO THE FLORR IN AGONY FUCKC

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Little Bit of Lovin’ You

Wc: 936

Synopsis: Where you and the astral express family nearly die after Caelus’ daily dumpster dive.

XTRA: lots n lots n lots nd lotsss of crack! Shit writing bcs i honestly js wrote this on a whim, pt. 2 which is guaranteed will have better writing but will be published in like a few days or something. “Lalala” Caelus, “Okokok” reader. GN! Reader

“HE QUITTT, babe! He literally quit being the Trash King! Like, full on smashed his crown to the floor and ran out of the castle, Elsa style!” 

You could barely hold back another groan as Caelus’ stinky body pressed against your own as you made your ways back to the Astral Express. For hours on end, Caelus complained to you about his newfound ‘universal enemy.’ You plugged your nose and held back a gag, the stench of rotten food and other kinds of trash piled up in Caelus’ hair; every crevice and fold in his clothes. 

The minute the two of you stepped foot into the Astral Express, Dan Heng had a clothing pin squeezing his nostrils shut with a fan fluttering the smelly wind out the door. March had a gas mask on, taking pictures of you suffering (to which you’d beat her ass for later on), Himeko backing up with a giggle, and Welt just…being Welt. He covered Pom-Pom’s sensitive nose as the wind Dan Heng blew their way almost made the poor conductor pass out. 

The doors shut with a loud echo. You shoved Caelus off of you and went to the nearest trash can (how ironic!) to barf up the contents you ate earlier that morning; your boyfriend stood by the door like a confused puppy. He tilted his head to the side, jutting his lip out into a pout. He didn’t know what he did wrong. 

As they say, you can’t smell what you carry. 

You take heavy breaths as March cackled, patting your back. The others looked away to respect your privacy, but they couldn’t help but let little giggles slip past their lips. You would let Welt deal with the trash can later… he wouldn’t mind a little cleaning up after his favorite child, after all. 

Probably. 

Caelus tried to walk to your side, but with the help of Dan Heng — who reluctantly stopped waving his fan around and pushed Caelus away with the back end of his polearm, stopped him in his tracks. 

“You stink,” he muttered. Caelus froze, and with a hurt look, his head snapped to you for confirmation. The way you were plugging your nose with your cheeks puffed out, a green tint to your skin told him all he needed to know. Dan Heng nodded sympathetically, patting his shoulder before taking a large step back. 

“Babe…” 

“Nope. Bye.” 

You ran off into the other car, trying to avoid your stinky boyfriend who ran after you. You let out shrieks of horror as you looked over your shoulder, seeing dust lift from the ground as he caught up to you in what seemed like such little time. Caelus had such long legs and amazing stamina — it wasn’t fair! Not at all! 

“Come back, baby! Give your fav boy a kith!” 

“NONONONONO-”

—————

He caught up to you in the end, trapping you between him and the couch. You were so lucky that the smell wore off a bit and wasn’t as potent as before. If it was, you were sure you would’ve died beneath him. You loved Caelus with all your heart, but when he would make the ship go off course and travel back to Jarilo-VI to go dumpster diving, you would rather have Blade stab his shattered sword through your left—

Anyway…

“Baby…” Caelus dragged out a whine, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you were in a daze, scrolling away at random news articles on your phone. You let out a hum, kissing his temple.

“Do I really smell that bad?” 

“PFF-”

The whole train burst out into fits of laughter. March, once again, choked on her spit and ran around the car as she hit anyone she could, repeating what Caelus asked with stutters and heavy wheezes. Dan Heng chuckled before going straight-faced again; Welt pulled a classic old man wheeze, and Pom-Pom giggled; Himeko jolted forward, slapping her hand against the table (if you couldn’t tell, she was quite tipsy). 

“Baby, don’t tell me you’re serious…” You respond, cupping Caelus’ cheeks. You can see the way his eyes glazed over a bit, his cheeks puffed out with pink, slightly chapped lips, pouting. You could never resist that face, for it was the one he gave you when he asked you out for the first time. And again, and again, and again until you finally accepted. 

The human-raccoon nodded, a small whine leaving his lips. Your eyes softened, pulling him closer as you gently rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “You smell horrible, Caelussy. But I still love you.” 

“NOOoOOOo,1 I don’t! I smell-” He paused, grabbing a fistfull of his jacket and forced it to his nose, taking a long whiff. He was fine at first.

Until he almost barfed on you. 

“GET OFF????” You shrieked, pushing him away and running to the opposite end of the room in .2 seconds, hiding behind Welt who protected both you and Pom-Pom from the influx of sludge that was about to surge out of Caelus’ mouth. 

You paused. The room was silent, and so were the stars. You waited…and waited…and waited. 

No gagging. 

No sniffling.

No nothing. 

Caelus only stood there…menacingly. He was laughing. Hands clutching his sides like he was the funniest person in the world — slumped over like the hunchback from that Disney movie, giggles rolling off his tongue like the Mad Hatter. You stepped away from Welt silently, a shadow cast over your eyes.

You dragged a breath: in… and out. 

“I gagged all of you! AHAHAAHA-”

…

Nobody wanted to talk about what happened to Caelus after that. Dan Heng decided to sort it in the files of… ‘The Unspoken.’ 

tags: @maitadori , whoever else wants 2 be tagged !!

[maitadori]

MY GOD I BET HE SMELLS RANCIDDD GAGS

[maitadori]

are ur rqs open! luv ur work rn, esp the jing yuan & blade stuff rn!

hi hi! i don’t announce rqs being open because i most likely will get overwhelmed by the influx of asks, but if u have smth u want me to make, just throw it at me 💜!! i will write it to the best of my abilities mwahmwah

[vannies]

Hello! I saw your recent post and was wondering if I could request Blade cuddling with gender neutral or male reader, if you are able to do this, thank you so much!

CUDDLES?! ft. BLADE

hi anon!! im so happy to be writing this because blade loving cuddles just feels so real to me.. imagine him having a hard time warming up to you because of his past but cuddling with you immediately gets him comfortable! :( silly boy is bad at communicating affection but will always try to put his hands on you somehow !! this is so super short but i hope it’s enough

pairing: blade x gender-neutral reader

warnings: none, soft fluffy blade! honorable kafka mention

“oh? blade? you’re home early..”

blade walks past you and falls onto the couch, breathing heavily. you guessed he had a hard day at work, so you sat next to him, hoping to give him some sort of affection. your lover isn’t one to drench you with sweet nothings, but you know he does love you. the red eyes that glisten every time blade gazed at you always meant i love you.

blade shifts his body on the couch, “this isn’t comfortable enough.”he complains, letting his hair fall down his face as he looms over. you then offer to give him a blanket, but he shakes his head no.

“then.. ah.. my love, what could i do to help?” you smile at him graciously. blade is truly the shy type. you never really expected him to do anything bold, or so you thought.

poor, poor you. he was feeling a bit brave today.

before you could ask him if he wanted coffee, he pulled you closer to his body, your head on his chest. he sighs, saying this was comfortable, that this was exactly what he had wanted. this was definitely a side to blade you’ve never seen before, but god, do you want to see it more. with every breath of his, you felt his chest rise up and down. he’s warm. it’s peaceful.

he snuggles you closer, “i would like to do this more often. i love you.”

you couldn’t help but blush at his response. he was so.. vague. but it made you smile from ear to ear. before you could say i love you back, he was fast asleep. blade’s head resting on yours while he put you in a tight hug that you were sure you couldn’t escape from.

as time passed, you could feel yourself falling asleep in his arms too. you stroked his loose hair strands, getting ready to shut your eyes, but a notification stops you.

kafka: “soo.. did bladie do it correctly?~”

huh? did she set this up? how disappointing.. you do truly cherish this moment though, so you asked her what was going on.

kafka: “me? set this up? oh no, no! i just gave bladie a warning~ i told him you might leave if he didn’t try making a move you know? he was so stressed today.. thinking about a way on how to truly make you feel loved. he doesn’t want you to leave him!”

smiling, you text her: that’s so cute! while you were busy on your phone with kafka, blade slowly arose from his short nap. his grip on you tightened and you let out a surprised yelp. still fuzzy-minded from his nap, he whispers,

“kafka.. she didn’t tell you anything? did she?”

I LOVEE HIM AGGHHH!! @ vannies

[maitadori]

i will kiss him SO HARD

[maitadori]

Your works are so amazing!!! Especially the Jing yuan x assistant reader ones! hope you get lots of love and recognition <3

ur the sweetest ever tysmmm!!!! 😭😭and i’m so glad u liked ittt 💜💜💜💜💜💜

[fxvcsd]

showers w caelussy *giggles uncontrollably*

hc that caelus’ chest (where kafka insterted the stellaron) is extremely sensitive to the touch. like, if ur washing his chest in the bath for him (don’t ask how you got there), he’ll be all giggly and shit and chastise you for scrubbing his chest too hard, when in reality you’re barely brushing the loofa against his skin. 

his complaining just makes you scrub harder, making him jolt forward and laugh harder. 

cute caelus hours dttm .

@maitadori pookie look i posted :3 

[maitadori]

caelus is so… drops to the floor n dies

[maitadori]

I MISSED YOU sfw. jing yuan x afab!reader.

word count : 2.6k

summary : in which jing yuan goes on a two week expedition and you both miss each other dearly.

content / cw : suggestive, making out, fluff, a small pint of angst, whipped jing yuan, emotionally constipated reader

a/n : more assistant reader and general jing yuan mwah

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI!!!!

"i'm going on an expedition tomorrow. it’s gonna last two weeks,” jing yuan says, trapping you against his desk. you’re silent, ignoring him. jing yuan pouts his lips and huffs.

when you don’t speak, he whispers in your ear, “you'll miss me, right?" a smug smile curls his lips as he tugs on your clothing.

you sift through his documents and answer blankly, "no."

jing yuan chuckles as he tugs you into him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and placing his chin on your head.

"you didn't even consider it. you wound me."

"i'll really wound you if you don't get some work done."

jing yuan merely kisses your neck, watching in satisfaction as you shiver and fumble the papers. "i leave tomorrow for two weeks and work is all you think about..”

“general, cut it out..."

"you're so cute." his voice is muffled as he continues placing soft pecks on the skin of your neck, traveling his lips to caress your jaw. his arms move to wrap around your waist and you put a hand over his to try and push him away while your other tries to cover his mouth.

he sees it coming and kisses your fingers, grabbing them to kiss your knuckles softly as you finally turn to look at him with a flushed expression.

with others, they'd instantly assume you were upset, but he could tell; he knew you like the back of his hand.

"why do you refuse to do your work?" you whisper, as if afraid to shatter the atmosphere.

"you really expect me to sign boring papers when you're in front of me?"

"then i'm distracting you?"

"terribly so."

"then i must leave. i can't be the one to hold the general back from his duties," you say, genuinely and sternly.

jing yuan tightens his hold on you before you can attempt to escape.

"who said it was a bad thing?"

"no one had to!!! it is a bad thing!!! let me go," you groan out, struggling in his hold.

"tell me you'll miss me and i'll consider it."

"i'd rather die!!"

in response, jing yuan kisses your cheek, chuckling and smiling as he does. he ventures dangerously close to your lips. his hands are traveling all over you now, nimble fingers trailing past the hem of your shirt and caressing your skin.

"jing yuan!" your tone is scolding.

"i love it when you say my name," he groans, kissing the corner of your lips. "can i kiss you? please?" he finishes off with a demand that he needs his fill of you before his expedition.

he's pleading, a thing that isn't rare, but it is when it's genuine and not teasing. the whiny lilt to his voice has your stubborn wall crumbling.

"yes..." you sigh out blissfully, chastising yourself for your lack of protest. you’re barely able to finish before he's molding his mouth with yours.

you always relented when it came to him, if you were to tell him how much of a spoilt brat he was, he'd most likely giggle and agree. the mere thought of that has you reciprocating his fervent kiss tenfold.

he pulls apart slightly to whisper against your lips, “just by this i know you’ll miss me, but i really want you to say it.” he panting, watching fondly as your grapple him as an attempt to reel him back to you. it’s so endearing, because mere minutes ago you were doing the opposite.

that alone had him almost diving back in and kiss you breathless and mindless to the point where you’d forget your name. almost. but if jing yuan was anything, it was relentless.

“c’mon, i know you’ll miss me, all you have to do is say it.”

but jing yuan also knew that if you were anything, it was stubborn.

“so i could boost your ego?” you tried to sound upset, but your voice was so breathy that you failed immensely.

“i’ll kiss you until the only thing you can think about is me. just say the magic words,” jing yuan says smugly, smirking.

“who said i wanted that!?”

“you don’t have to. it’s written all over your face.” he nibbles your bottom lip, watching the way your eyes instantly gaze down at his lips. “i’m gonna be gone for two weeks. fourteen days without seeing your face, without you seeing mine. won’t you miss me? i know i’ll miss you. i’ll be thinking about your lips so much i doubt i’ll get much done.”

his words had a blanket of desire cover you full. it had you feeling so warm you swore you were drowning in it. how he was able to openly express his want for you embarrassed you beyond belief. it was such an overwhelming feeling; to hear someone talk about craving you in such a direct way. your lips parted and your pupils shrunk.

“w-what..?”

he kissed the corner of your lip. you squeezed your eyes shut.

“you heard me. please, [name], just say you’ll miss me,” his tone has a teasing lilt to it, it makes you a bit infuriated, because you know he’ll never let it go if you do say it. but like always, you couldn’t help but indulge him.

plus his lips looked very inviting.

“i’ll miss you, a lot. you’re all i’ll think about the entire time you’re gone,” you whine out quietly.

he smiles— not smirks— smiles. and it sends your heart racing. but before you can admire it, he’s on you.

“i’ll miss you so much, beloved.” he whispers against your lips.

beloved.

it’s been two days since jing yuan left. it’s not as bad as he anticipated.

well… for you it wasn’t. for him, you couldn’t really say that.

he missed you, it was apparent. if his millennium of texts were anything to go by. the corniness of it all had you scoffing endearingly. he was so adorable sometimes— something you’d never admit to him.

you did as you usually did when he was out, working on documents he left behind and sending letters. he wasn’t in his office often, so the loneliness and silence was something that was easy getting used to.

but as the first week came about, you couldn’t deny the small seed of dread in your stomach.

even if you were used to being alone in his office while he was gone, it was because you knew he’d be coming back within the day. he insisted it was just to see you. so although it was easy getting used to the day routine, the same couldn’t be said for the night; when you expected his arrival and soft voice echoing through the room as he talked about being excited to see you.

but like everything else, you learned to get used to it.

you picked up your phone, setting down your pen. the light of your device illuminated and you adjusted your eyesight to stare at jing yuan’s contact.

you hadn’t texted back.

jing yuan himself admitted he’d think of you the entire time. while it warmed your heart, it also cracked it a little.

you didn’t want to be a burden on your general’s conscious. he was busy and he didn’t need distractions.

jing yuan either got the message and hasn’t texted you, or he was just that busy. you assumed the latter.

you simply clicked the power button of your phone, turned off your ringer, set it on your desk face down, and picked up your pen.

you survived two decades without jing yuan in your life before you became his assistant, what was one more week?

it was hell, was what jing yuan deduced. the sudden influx of mobs on other ships had increased past a population jing yuan couldn’t ignore. bringing yanqing along helped a lot. for being so young, the boy was very strong.

he’d opposed to it at first, but yanqing convinced his general that it could be apart of his training. plus, if anything were to happen, jing yuan was there. he couldn’t argue with that.

and not to mention that yanqing was a huge remedy to jing yuan’s loneliness. he wasn’t opposed to being by himself, no, but he knew he’d only be capable of thinking about you.

it’s been 9 days, you hadn’t returned his last texts, and knowing you, he figured out why pretty quickly. you probably assumed yourself a burden. which wasn’t true, but you must’ve grown in an environment where you were treated as such, so jing yuan was aware how ridding you of that mindset could take awhile.

before, all he could think of was finally kissing you again. but now, all he wanted to do was hold you.

he remembers not too long ago when he insisted that he becomes yours, officially. but you protested, saying that it wasn’t good for his occupation, and that people would talk. at first, the idea of it didn’t bother him. when you’re the general, people talked about you all the time. so he was used to it, but he also realized that can’t be said for you.

you like being unknown to people, the solitude and the lack of interaction. you always told jing yuan you were fine with the little group you knew. sushang, bailu, yanqing, fu xuan, and him. you didn’t need anyone else.

he promised that it could be secret, anything to be with you. but you suddenly looked sad, and whispered quietly, “i don’t want to be your little secret, jing yuan. but i also don’t want to be scrutinized. so can you wait for me, please?”

he affirmed that he would, but jing yuan could also be a liar. he truly couldn’t get enough of you. he doesn’t think you understand just how special you are to him, how infatuated he is with you.

so he thinks about you for the remaining five days, hoping it’ll be enough to get him by before you’re in his arms.

you’re restless. everyone can tell. it’s gotten so bad to the point where even sushang herself insisted to help you, and that girl was anything but helpful.

you missed him, terribly so. and everyone could tell.

fu xuan pointed it out once and you could only groan, “don’t even say that…”

she giggled at your demise, telling you as she snickered that it was extremely obvious. she also held it over your head and said that if you didn’t take a break, she’d tell the general just how much you yearned for him. you relented faster than you could exhale.

having a day out with fu xuan was lovely. even if she was a bit bossy, she was still really fun. also, who knew she was a gossiper? that was a small tidbit about her you never knew, but welcomed all the same.

when you started to part ways and you changed your direction from your home to the office, fu xuan glared at you scoldingly.

“if i find out you stayed past midnight, i’m gonna tell the general,” it was a silly threat that had you laughing. you waved her off and walked your path.

you got comfortable behind the desk, basking in the familiar scent of your general. you stared at the documents and tilted your head. being his assistant was already somewhat taxing, you couldn’t imagine the load as a general.

you huffed and picked up your pen, dragging the work to you and writing away.

sometime later, you started drifting off to sleep. your head bobbed and you jerked up everytime your head drooped a little too low. you blinked blearily, looking at the small clock on jing yuan’s desk. you clicked your tongue. it was far past midnight. you must be lost track of time.

you prayed fu xuan didn’t find out, or she’d humiliate you beyond belief. you couldn’t help the urge to distract yourself anytime jing yuan entered your mind.

while ruminating in your thoughts, a small jiggle of the door handle had you stiff in your seat.

speak of the devil. you thought, waiting for fu xuan and her burning glare as the door creaked open.

but your eyes widened and your pen dropped once the door opens. your lips press tight together and your brows knit.

jing yuan enters in all his glory, still as handsome as he always was.

“g-general…” were the only words you could muster.

he looked a bit roughed up. you could only guess he might’ve got into some trouble. but he looked the same, warm as ever. he met your eyes and smiled softly. it had your heart pounding in your ribcage.

you noticed how you must’ve looked and instantly tried to gain composure, “w-welcome back.” you coughed into your fist.

you could hear him chuckle and the sound of his shoes as he approached you. your eyes dropped to the desk and you shakily picked your pen back up.

you missed him. you finally came to terms with it. it was a foreign feeling that had you unsure how to act. such a new territory that you could only avoid his eyes, frozen.

even when you felt his presence right beside you, even when he turned your chair to face him, even when he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. you were still.

his eyes traveled across your face, his face so full of adoration directed towards you that it had your brows knitting.

“you look so gorgeous. i missed you.” he whispers, a smile so pretty painting his lips— a smile that showed some of his teeth, and the curvatures of his dimples. you wished you could take a picture.

a quiet gasp left your lips and you finally looked up to meet his gaze. your expression looked nearly sad at his words and it had him caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

“you look the same as always,” you replied dumbly, perplexed at even your own response.

both you and jing yuan met each other’s eyes, wide and full of shock as you stared at each other. but it wasn’t long before jing yuan broke and he was laughing. you instantly became embarrassed, muttering a small ‘shut up’ under your breath.

he wiped away his imaginary tears, that dreamy smile still on his lips as he looked at you. his gaze was like burning hot molten melting into you, and you looked down at your fiddling fingers, unsure of how to act.

“i missed you too.” you voiced quietly.

you weren’t able to bask in his expression as he lit up. but how he leaned down to lock your lips let you know how he felt.

“i knew you would…” he whispers happily.

“can you shut up and kiss me?”

“your wish is my command.” he chuckles fondly, placing his hands on the arms of the chair on each side of you as he leans down.

you tug at his shirt and instantly initiate the kiss. something jing yuan couldn’t help but get excited at.

you’d never be able to fully word how you feel about him, so you hoped the little things were enough.

but maybe the way he moved you to sit in his lap and kiss you brainless as you moved against him could tell him everything.

“[name] missed you, general. she got super talkative, but not in the nice way, like in a bossy way! and she was like really annoying!” sushang yelled with her eyes squeezed shut, as if the mere idea of you stressed her out.

if it weren’t for your burning embarrassment, you probably would’ve smacked sushang upside her head. but instead you avoid jing yuan’s eyes, already imagining the smirk that adorned his lips.

fu xuan giggled and covered her mouth. you could only ruminate in your anger.

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