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thedivinershiddenarchive · 7 months

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𖤐 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𖤐

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. CHILDE, DILUC, BLADE, JING YUAN

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nsfw, f!reader, thigh riding, specifics are listed on each character.

𖤐 𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐘’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𖤐

! — praise, overstimulation, orgasm control, biting, marking

Your thighs tremble, hands shakily grabbing onto his biceps as shuddered gasps and moans spill from your lips like sweet honey. Your eyes are glassy with tears, staring up at him with want for more.

His voice rumbles in the back of his throat, humming at your expression as a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips and his hands gripping your hips keep you grinding against his thigh. Your sticky essence leaving a damp patch against his pants as your pussy drools from the stimulation your puffy clit was receiving. You were on a whole different plain, eyes rolling back and head lolling forward to rest against his shoulder as you desperately cling to him, whimpering for more, Ajax, more!

“What a needy girl you are.” He chuckles, amused at how you let a shrill whine out when he starts to bounce his thigh under you, adding more pressure with thumps against your pearl that make you lurch forward into his chest.

He leans down, smirking as he blows warm air over your ear making you twitch in his tight hold. “Pretty girl, doing so good for me.. making such a mess.” He practically groans out in a low whisper, causing goosebumps to rise across your exposed skin with a delicious shiver up your spine. His lips brush against your neck, eyes focused on how your jaw tightens up and your head cranes to the side to give him more access. How cute.

He bites the skin of your throat, suckling and lapping his tongue over the mark as you hiss a breath in reaction. Your fingers dig ever so slightly more into his biceps, leaving faint crescents in their wake as you cling to him. He kisses over the bite mark, grinning against your soft skin before he pulls back and looks down into your doe eyes.

“Think you can let go for me, hm?” He moves your hips faster against his thigh, causing bolts of pleasure to seep into your gut and your voice to fall short to mere whimpers and moans of his name. “C’mon, give it to me like the good girl you are, baby.”

! — slight degradation, slight praise, edging, semi-public sex

“Oh, c’mon now, surely you can do better than that.” He teases in a whisper, toying with you and working you up only to stop you right as you reach the edge. He’d been doing this for a while now, you can only assume it’s because you were trying to get his attention in various ways earlier when he was busy working with papers that were piling on his desks and needed to focus. Though now that he’s got you in his lap, grinding yourself on his thigh with the possibility of being caught looming in the air above you. This would be deemed proper punishment for distracting him all day.

“Diluc, please,” You whimper, brows knit together tightly in frustration and a pout in your lips as your hands grab at the material of his shirt. His hands that had momentarily halted your movements finally relax and simply opt to hold onto your plush skin rather than stop you. This was a repeated process, one that was getting to you and causing you to become more and more desperate the longer he kept this up for.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He asks, tilting his head while his eyes stayed glued to the sight of your pussy gliding against his thigh in a slow and drawn out motion. You sigh softly, biting your bottom lip at the slowly building pleasure once more and your brows furrow in sexual frustration.

His warm hands squeeze your hips and lock you in place causing you to nearly cry as you look up at him pleadingly. “Answer me.” He says in a warning tone and you’re desperately forming jumbled up words in your foggy mind to answer him with.

“Y-Yes!— Please let me cum, please..” Oh you always knew the right ways and tone to beg in. It made his cock throb painfully in his slacks as his jaw tightened and he willed his hands to let you do the work and not take over to help you. No, you didn’t deserve his help no matter how much he truly wanted to give it to you.

He leans back in his chair, swallowing thickly as he stares at that needy look in your eye that makes him want to give in but he relents. “Then work for it, prove you deserve it, slut.”

! — degradation, slight dacryphilia, dumbification

Sometimes you wished he wasn’t this cruel to you and your needs, but you suppose that’s of his nature to not give in to you until he deemed you worthy enough.

“Blade, haah, please I-I need—” Your words fall short on the tip of your tongue as you whine in growing frustration. Your hands grabbed at his hips, fingers tugging into the belt loops to pull yourself forward on his thigh before rolling your hips back and forth in a repeated motion that was bringing you a euphoric sensation but it just wasn’t enough.

He’s leaned back, arms up and hanging on the back of the sofa as he watched the show being preformed before him on his lap. His garter belt nudges against your inner thighs and makes an excited spark run up your spine. He smirks at you, heavy lidded eyes trained on the sight of your glistening cunt on display and drooling all for him.

“Need what?” He says, faux comfort in his voice as he looks up at your desperate expression and his bulge twitches against his pants. He swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing from the action but it’s impossible to read him to know that he’s close to snapping and bending you over the armrest of the sofa. “You’re the one that wanted to do this, no? Don’t tell me you’re forgetting already, dumb girl.”

He isn’t half wrong but still, you expected a little encouragement or help at the very least. To have to do all the work like this by yourself, putting on a show for his eyes to drink up greedily, you couldn’t help but want a little something more from him.

You huff out a whine, brows knit together as you focus on the patterns etched into his suit before strong hands grip onto your soft hips and a sigh rumbles in his chest making your pussy flutter around nothing. He tilts his head again, fingers squishing into your flesh as he stares into your glassy eyes.

“Can’t do anything without my help,” He tsks, brows furrowed as he watches you hold your breath in anticipation. “How pathetic. Let’s see what you get reduced to when I take over, filthy mutt.”

! — praise, sir kink, reader is spoiled sighhh </3

Jing Yuan had a tendency to spoil you in every way imaginable. If you weren’t adorned by the most expensive jewels or the rarest silks one would have to search the entire universe for that your heart desired, then you were being spoiled in more intimate ways by his hands, mouth or even his thick cock splitting you open and filling you up leaving you full and content. You were spoiled, Jing Yuan’s perfect princess that he loved to dote on in any and every way.

So, why did he sudden decide to take that from you? His hands are focused on flipping through papers on his desk as the large room is empty of anyone’s presence, save for the two of you accompanying it. His mouth is busy mumbling the words he reads off each paper, and you certainly aren’t cockwarming him at the very least to feel that addicting fullness he loves to let you have whenever you want. Today was different, unfortunately.

He didn’t stop you from grinding yourself against his thigh, seated prettily in his lap and rolling your hips in a languid motion. Your breathy, quiet moans by his ear make tingles crawl over the expanse of his back and up his neck, but he’s keen on focusing on getting work done before tending to you. He was the General after all, his duty was important and you knew this. Surely you weren’t so greedy as to steal his focus and attention away from his work right?

“Yuan,” Your shaky voice is smooth, needy with a whiny lilt to it that makes his fingers grip the thin pages a little tighter in his hand. His eyes stay on the papers but he isn’t reading them anymore, they’ve merely became a temporary distraction so he doesn’t focus on the dampness soaking into the material of his pants as you hump his thigh. “Sir, please,”

He feels his resolve dissolve into nothingness when the title drips from your lips like the finest honey to exist. A groan rumbles in the back of his throat and he throws his head back, closing his eyes and sighing deeply as he places the papers he’d have to properly read at a later time, down on the desk. His hands snake down to your waist, warm and big as they grab at you before sliding down to your hips and following your slow rhythm with no sign of taking over.

“You’re such a distraction aren’t you?” He opens his eyes and peers down at you, bright eyes locking with yours finally and you know you have him wrapped tight around your finger much like he has you wrapped around his. He hums, eyes trailing down your body, drinking in the sight of you until his focus lands on the damp patch against his pants. “An awfully needy distraction.. taking my attention from my duties as General.” He tuts his tongue at you before looking back at your glassy hues that give him such a lovesick puppy look it makes his stomach twist in knots.

“You know I can’t deny you,” He sighs, gripping your hips a little tighter and you bite back a smile as you watch his eyes grow lidded. “Spoiled little brat, you’re a minx in disguise aren’t you?” His tease causes a giggle to bubble in the back of your throat before his hands are taking over the rhythm and pace of your hips movement and you’re lurching forward to whimper into his shoulder.

“That’s it, just let me do all the work, princess.” He drawls out, voice husky by your ear as you melt like putty in his large hands. Oh how he adored you and your sweet noises that greeted his ears like the most angelic melodies he’s ever had the opportunity to hear. “You like it best this way after all, no?”

#notsodivininglover ; postman’s letters #notsodivininglover ; princess’ stories #childe's praising #my lord take those clothes off already #jing yuan fusdjkdsakdsa #i think my stomach did three backflips and a front flip #he's so :heart_eyes:#this fic gives me heart_eyes

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 7 months

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𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. BLADE (YINGXING) X VIDYADHARA!F!READER

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. angsty at one point, age gap(?), sfw, hurt/comfort (?), spoilers for blade’s past, implied soulmate au, one suggestive scene, reader is described to have long silky hair, switches between 3rd person and 2nd person narrative, kinda ooc at the end i think whoopsie !

𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐘’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘-𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. was listenin’ to ‘let the light in’ n’ this was created. can u tell i’m lovesick for him :( i apologize if this is kinda messy n’ has errors or doesn’t make any sense. also it’s a long read ! 3.2k words WHEW !

His past haunted his ever waking and unwaking moment. Like a looming shadow, death followed him wherever he wondered, bringing despair to those who found their end at his blade and bringing misfortune to those who dared to cross his path. He dedicated his mind and body to the way of a blade. That was the choice he had made back then. Anger, betrayal and revenge filled his very being and the only thing he found himself thinking about the most and anticipating while on the Luofu was finding that traitor and making him pay the price he was indebted with but seemed to only flee and hide from.

He seeked vengeance, needed it with every fiber of his being. It was the reason he broke out of captivity and fled to find that traitor hiding away in the shadows, needing to be forcefully exposed at the hand of Blade’s sword. But after all of that had been accomplished, what was Blade to do when he felt his chest pang with such a heavy weight of agony and longing at the sight of a girl peering over the railing at the setting sun on the bridge he was walking over?

Her arms are resting on the smooth surface, chin on top of her crossed forearms as she stares out at the cloudy horizon. “Isn’t it pretty?” She says, voice soft and nearly hypnotic as his body stiffens and he’s locked where he stands. He feels drawn to her and he isn’t sure as to why. There’s a large clasp clipping her hair up halfway and ever so gracefully, the item glimmers in the light and her hair looks silky smooth as it flows behind her with the gentle breeze passing by. She turns to look over at him, he questions how she even knew he was there to begin with considering how silent he had been stealthing around to prevent guards from noticing him. And yet, this girl could sense his presence.

When he sees her face, he feels a spark go through his body until it surges into his head and makes his skull throb. He winces, face scrunching up in discomfort before he’s realizing just who she is and why she felt so… familiar.

The memories flash across his mind at a high speed, leaving him no time to admire and think deeper on them yet these resurfaced memories hold such a strong feeling of adoration that it makes his body feel like it’s being constricted by a snake. It scares him, unnerves the dark haired male as he stares at her with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

She tilts her head at him, a soft smile still remaining on her face and he feels the need to cling to her. “Have I met you before?”

Oh, how that stabs at his cold heart, ripping it apart and opening it up to expose such a vulnerable part of himself that he thought never existed. He can’t speak, seemingly feeling betrayed by her words and the weight they held. A hurt look flashes over his eyes and though the silence isn’t uncomfortable, it is very suffocating and he needs to breathe before he withers away just at the sight of her.

She looked and sounded so familiar to him that it startled him. With hesitance movements, he manages to take a step forward though he’s unsure if it’s on his own accord or not. His eyes are glued to hers that seem to sparkle like the night’s stars and even though he’s resisting it, he feels the urge to relax in her presence. He felt safe and that terrified him to no end.

He forces himself to walk onward, barely being able to tear his eyes from her as he lets out a forced hum of acknowledgement at her before walking past. He can feel her gaze following him and how gentle did her eyes feel on him.

“I suppose I’ll see you again sometime?” She quips, playful lilt to her voice followed by a giggle that meets his ears like a beautiful symphony. He feels like a puppet on strings trying to fight against the pull his master wants to guide him into.

He wasn’t able to sleep when the sun fell and darkness was quilted over Xianzhou Luofu in its place. And the mara within him was making it even more painful and difficult for him to cooperate or think on his own accord.

Kafka had found him wandering at some point, noticing his change in demeanor but not opting to pry at what might’ve been on his mind and instead leading him towards a secluded spot where they would be safe for the meantime. He wasn’t one to talk, he was an action taker instead and therefore he felt helpless at his current predicament. Useless to fight with his weapon against the overwhelming feeling he got when he thought of that girl from before. Kafka calls out to him, easing his mind and putting him in a relaxed meditative state with her spirit whisper. It was only to control and seal off the mara within him, so he focused on what was troubling him the most while she worked on his current state.

He had to face the memories, put the puzzle together to the best of his abilities with what little pieces he had in his mind to understand a little better. He doesn’t fight it when various scenes flash over his mind, he lets it happen as the fuzzy memories become clearer and play like a film in his mind.

It’s evening, a warm glow casted over the shop as he closes up for the day. He peers out at the valley where he sees a figure coming closer, a skip to her step and her long hair freely flowing behind her.

That pang hits his chest again and he has to remind himself to inhale and exhale calmly to ease the ache in his heart as that faint look into a memory fades and he feels a little frustrated that he lost focus. What was she? Who was she to him? Oh, how he wondered and wanted to know more, if his own self would allow it.

It’s bright and sunny, hot under the large glowing light in the sky that shines down and he wipes a gloved hand over his forehead with a sigh. The heat coming from the hot iron of the sword he was crafting was not helping him battle against the overwhelming warmth outside. He considered tossing the faulty item to the side and taking a break but the sound of a familiar voice greets his ears and a smile instantly washes over his tired face.

“Yingxing! Yingxing!” A cheerful voice calls out, giggles following as footsteps approach and then a head pops into view as the girl leans around the corner and peers into the room. “Ying— Oh, are you busy?” Her doe eyes lock with his and he feels at peace the moment they do. He shakes his head, stretching and tugging the dirtied gloves off his hands and tossing them to rest on his workshop desk

“Not at all, little one.” He smiles and her eyes seem to shine even brighter as she fully reveals herself and there’s a small bag in her hands. “Oh? A gift for me?”

She grins and holds it up towards him. “It’s really hot today, and you’ve been working since sunrise so…” She trails off, voice growing quiet as she looks to the side bashfully. He takes the bag gently from her hands and examines its contents. “I… I thought maybe we could eat together?” She says it as if she’s unsure, hesitant even to be voicing her thoughts.

He chuckles at her and her face grows warm as she looks up at him. “I’d love to,” He smiles and she returns with one of her own even brighter. Her long scaly tail seems to swish happily behind her before she’s grabbing at his much larger hand and guiding him out of his workshop eagerly.

He opens his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line as he hums slowly, a rumble in his chest that doesn’t soothe the pain that resides there. He looks down at his hands folded neatly in his lap thinking over it and how real it had felt. Surely, she meant something to him for it to have this type of effect but he’d still yet to find the real source of where this feeling was coming from.

He tries again. He might as well pass the time until he has to be on the move again or receives a text from Kafka on what the next course of action is in the script.

It’s raining, a hard downpour that causes those that were scrolling down the streets to seek shelter under umbrellas or nearby shops. However despite all those that seemed to be irritated by this sudden rain, one person in question was completely ecstatic over it.

“Yingxing! It’s raining!” She exclaims with a wide smile on her face. He loved the way she said his name, a soft look on his face as he watched her lean into the window of his shop and outstretch an arm as cool droplets hit her palm and dampened the skin in their wake. However his adoring expression falls when she makes an abrupt move to head outside. She stumbles over her own two feet, pushing herself off the window and rushing to the backdoor but it doesn’t open no matter how hard she tries to wriggle it and make it move. “Ugh! It’s stuck!”

He moves his white hair from his face and smiles at her. “That means you aren’t supposed to go outside yet.” He teases and she pouts at him with her hands on her hips and her foot tapping against the floorboards beneath her.

She huffs a breath and moves to walk past him towards the front of his shop. “I’ll just go through the front then! Besides,” She stops and looks back at him with a look in her eyes that's hard to describe but makes his heart skip a beat. “That door will open when it’s ready.” She smiles before skipping off and squealing when the rain lands on her as she falls into fits of laughter like a child would.

He chases after her, putting away the trinket he was fiddling with and rounding the corner to look out at her jumping around in the rain. He smiles and crosses his arms over his chest as he leans on the doorway.

She stops and looks back at him through the rain, grinning from one pointy ear to the other as her tail sways with her movements and her horns seem to glimmer with rain droplets on them. Oh, how ethereal she was to him.

“I bet Dan Feng would’ve loved this!” She laughs as she yells out to the white haired man who only shakes his head with a chuckle as she twirls in the rain before running back to him with the prettiest smile he’s ever seen.

Blade swallows the lump had formed in his throat, it feels constricting and painful to do the action but he manages with a heavy breath after. He can hear his heart thump loudly in his ears and his blood rushes throughout his entire body in a wave of adrenaline.

Was she?… No, that’s not possible.

“Xing,” She calls out softly, in that quiet and gentle voice of hers that makes his whole body feel warm. Her bare body pressed against his own just feels right, feels perfect and like it was meant to be. He runs a hand through her hair and hums in response, carding his fingers through silky strands absentmindedly.

She lifts her head up from the crook of his neck, glassy eyes staring into his own and his small smile falls and worry washes over his aging features. His hands cease their movements and he scans her eyes for an answer to the sudden tears clinging to her lashlines.

“What’s wrong, little one?” He asks her softly and a small sniffle leaves her. It pained his heart to see her sad. He sits up, lifting her up with him in the process and cupping her face gingerly in his large palms littered with various small scars from his work. “What seems to trouble my girl?”

She can’t get the words out before tears are slipping down the rounds of her cheeks and she’s hiccuping as she lurches forward into him. Her hands cling to him like he was her lifeline and he feels deeply affected by her sudden outburst of tears.

She cries, mumbling to herself and he faintly hears something along the lines “can’t lose you” and his heart sinks in his chest.

“Love, I’m not going anywhere.” He tries to reassure her but when she lifts her head up to look at him again, he can see the heartache swimming in her glimmering iries.

“But you will,” She croaks and he frowns at the waver in her voice. “One day you’ll leave and I’ll be left here alone— I can’t.. I, I cannot live without you.” She sobs and his heart cracks in his chest as he brings her to his chest and shushes her cries gently and cradles her as close as possible.

“It will be alright, angel.” He whispers and his throat feels tight as tears prickle the corners of his eyes. He had hoped such a thought wouldn’t plague her mind like it had the older he got, but unfortunately, she seemed to notice what it truly meant to be with a short-life species and what came with it as time passed and they grew closer. How he wished she could’ve stayed naïve just just a little longer. “I’ll always find you. I’d search the ends of the universe to be with you,” He presses his lips to the crown of her head as her shoulders rise and fall with sobs. “I’ll always be by your side, my sweet girl. Not even the Aeons could keep me from you.” He wipes a thumb over her tearstained cheek and gently rocks side to side while holding her securely.

He hadn’t expected that you would’ve been separated that very next day and he never knew or bore witness to the agony you had to endure for years before ultimately reincarnating and having your memories scattered and foggy like stray clouds in the sky above.

He gasps for air, like he’d awoken from a terrible dream as he tenses up and heaves heavy breaths. He looks over to his left where he sees a trailblazer and Kafka chatting idly, clearly unaware of what he’d gone through before he’s stealing his nerves and sighing before standing up and exiting the small room.

He looks at Kafka who seems to now notice his presence. “Can I leave now?” He sighs, agitated and antsy to get moving and she hums in response as she looks him up and down. He rubs at his head momentarily, trying to push away the painful throb residing in it.

“Yes, the mara in you is temporarily suppressed.” She responds, shooting the trailblazer a glance before looking back at Blade. “So as long as you avoid overstimulation and familiar faces, you shouldn’t have a problem.”

He hums at her words, turning to walk off when she begins to speak again.

“Wait, you’re not leaving?” She asks, brows raised in surprise and concern as she stares at the back of his head.

He sighs and turns to look back at her, shaking his head. “There is a person… In whom I am greatly indebted. I must go see her.” He leaves it at that, not opting to tell Kafka any more than she needs to know.

She nods and gives him a knowing look, “Alright, it’s in your hands now.” Before turning to look at the trailblazer and silently dismissing Blade. He looks over his shoulder at the gray haired individual and heaves a sigh before walking off.

As he leaves the area he heads straight for where he’d seen that girl from before with haste. His hands are balled up tight with anxiety that he might be too late to find you there. He was a terrible man, a monstrosity. But there was a part of him that hoped that maybe, just maybe you’d accept him if not for who he is now, then for who he was all those years ago to you.

His footsteps echo across the ground, hurrying off until he rounds a corner and he spots the bridge he’d previously seen you on. Only this time there is a evident lack of your presence and he feels his heart sink as he walks onto the bridge and moves towards the spot you had stood in. He looks down at the streets below, littered with guards and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“It’s better to look up than down at your own feet y’know.” It startles him, the sudden sound of a voice talking and soft footsteps come closer until a familiar girl is leaning on the railing only much closer to him this time. It was you.

Suddenly he feels like he has no control over his voice, tongue limp in his mouth as he stares down at your absolute ethereal beauty with admiration in his scarlet eyes.

You look away from the dark sparkly sky and look over at him, soft smile dropping when you see the way he looks at you. You stand up straight, hands gripping onto the railing tightly like you’d float off if you didn’t. “Have I known you in a past life?”

“Possibly.” He responds without much thinking involved. You still looked the same as before, beautiful under the light offered by the moon and he felt that pain in his chest ease away when you looked at him.

You smile with a soft laugh at his words before grabbing at his hand on the railing and squeezing it. “I knew we’d be reunited.” You breathe out excitedly, sighing contentedly as you look up at him with hearts in your eyes. “I may not remember, but I’d recognize that bond anywhere.” And his heart skips a beat in his chest at your words as you bring his scarred hand up to your soft lips and press a tender kiss to one of his calloused fingertips.

He feels that locked off and sealed door to his heart being opened by your gentle hands, warmly and eagerly stepping into that dimly glowing light to breathe life into his blackened soul and as he inhales he feels the warm radiating against his hand where you kissed, spreading throughout his entire body until his body is relaxing and the only thing he thinks about in the moment is you.

“Not even the Aeons could keep me from you.”

His previous words of the past ring true in his mind and though he may never be who he once was, he felt like this was right and now that he’s found you, he suddenly doesn’t want to ever let you go.

Look at us, you and me, back at it again.

#notsodivininglover ; princess’ stories #usual not a fan of blade but i #i can make this an exception from how well-written it is #maybe i get the hype about this guy 👀#notsodivininglover ; postman’s letters

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