#blade drabble

[vashyuu]

JEALOUS MUCH...?

࣪ ִֶָ☾. warnings: pining on bed, hickeys, slightly suggestive but not too much imo, kinda yandere blade, not proofread, gn! reader ; masterlist

࣪ ִֶָ☾. a/n: i was looking thru my old msgs i sent myself and i found this random blade drabble HELPP??? i made this back in 2023 so i cant even remember making it LMAO thats why its not proofread

Recently, Blade has been piled up with new missions after the reveal of Dan heng's true form, Imbibitor Lunae. And what's worse is that, you being in the Astral Express, has made his hate for him burn even more.

Now here you are, being pinned down on his bed, having to bear the awkward silence of the room while Blade glares at you.

"...is there something wrong?" You ask, watching his every move intently. Trying to figure out what he's planning behind those bangs. "Just...stay still." Was all he said before placing his lips on your neck, giving it quick kisses.

You didn't think about it much until you felt his lips open, leaving hickeys all across your neck. "Blade what are you-!" "Shhh, just let it happen, doll." He continues to place more and more until he finally finishes and lets you go.

"There you go...those should last until we meet again, then I'll freshen 'em up."

[starrydragoness]

Pairing: Blade x Fem!Reader

Content: soft cockwarming, minors/ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: wrote this for a friend like last year, so may not be that good like my new writing. Hope you enjoy this regardless!

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Mellow sighs of the wind washed over your bare back while your chest was kept warm, pressed up against his own. His bandaged hand had rubbed up and down your back countless times in the last hour or so that you two decided to use for a more intimate reprieve. This would be the first mission the two of you were sent on that was just the two of you, and having completed the main objective and the overall mission, the two of you found that you had quite some time left to indulge in more selfish desires.  It was that period of time where Blade was at the peak of pure exhaustion, barely standing atop his own feet as he rounded up the mission and concluded that the mission was over with and Elio's script was left empty until the next "play". You could see it in his eyes and the way his tone was like a rusted knife, yet none of its harshness was directed towards you.

Why would it? You are the only thing helping him live through this day, and the next, and the next after that. He had no way of thanking you for all of it, even if the reprieve of it all was always short lived. So he tries to remain in the moment of the current time, with you so warmly pressed up against him, his cock buried in your warm, welcoming cunt and his mind at an ease. He'd occasionally grind up against you, only to send a warm buzz of pleasure up both of you before going still again.

The static buzz of pain still remained in his mind but it was so distant and far away that he barely even took notice of it as he relished in the hands that brushed through his locks. His head was tilted back, neck supported by the cushions and pillows that made him feel warm for once. You have kissed his neck repeatedly over the span of the last hour, showering him in the soft and gentle kisses that he could drown in. His hand would cramp every now and then, causing his motions to halt and for him to wince - prompting you to ask each and every time whether he was okay. And he was, he told you that. His lashes fluttering open to greet you in the warmth they still managed to retain over the years of hell he survived in. Then after another moment he’d bring his hand up to your nape, bandaged fingers gently massaging before applying more pressure so you’d lean in closer, close until your lips could press softly against one another. The kiss lingers, and he repeats the motions languidly a few more times until he feels like your worries got quelled for the time being, and then his hand returns to your body, massaging your hip and sliding up and down your back in slow circles. 

And when you'd buck against him he'd make it a point to keep you still, wishing, needing to hear you whine and plead and scold him to let you move to chase your high.

It was only a matter of time until he lost his senses and pounded you into the mattress.

[voidcat]

Blade & number 13 (trying to get the other to dance with them)

wc: 1k & gn!reader. reader is implied to be a stellaron hunter

a/n: posting this separately instead of answering the ask because tumblr decided to delete it(-:

The venue is bustling with noise and energy all around.

Everyone around is lost in the excitement, patiently waiting for the orchestra to return, for the grand party to start. All donned in tailored clothes, some going for masks, some for ridiculously big hats– a scene out of a movie or a novel, if you’d say so yourself. Were it not for your dearest partner’s grunts and huffs every once in a while to drag you out of the sweet dream.

Blade has been assigned to several missions back to back already, you’d understand the burnout and the exhaustion that comes with it. And still, no matter the work or the goals to tick off, you find a way to enjoy each moment– or so you console yourself, in the words of Silverwolf.

The muffled sounds stop in a sudden and a one, a two, a three– you can hear the famous orchestra starting the evening.

You cast a glance Blade’s way. Changed into something other than his usual clothes, the suit fits him perfectly. Elio had said it’d be wise to blend in, even though your jobs were minor compared to Silverwolf’s. Just keep an eye on, and maybe enjoy the evening, consider it a little gift. And grateful you were, practically giddy since you were informed of what the mission entailed.

Yet a part of you fears dragging Blade into all this, guilt sitting heavy at your belly. The lack of reactions, save for the occasional scoffs when someone dashes too close to him, do not help you once bit. A drink might help, or so you think and return with two glasses, offering one to him.

The drink melts on your tongue, relaxes all the muscles in your body. Known for its balls and events, even their drinks hold no competition. A glance Blade’s way and you can see him slowly sipping his drink, content just to see that much, hoping it might help his mood throughout the evening and until your departure.

Time ticks and by then, everyone in the grand salon has immersed themselves into dancing, swinging gracefully with the melody. The soft notes of the grand piano fills the air, the violins join in, even just from the sounds, you can picture the pianist’s fingers gliding off, flying off the keys, no longer just making music but crafting something sacred, something holy into life with mere presses.

The orchestra carries away the people, and with their melodies, they capture you too. You don’t notice Blade’s staring, nor him gently taking the glass off your hands and offering them to one of the servants making his rounds down there.

The melody rises and rises, picking up its face and with a snap, ends, taking your breath with it.

A moment’s pause and a waltz begins.

Turning hurriedly Blade’s way, hands balled into fists, you look so excited, stars in your eyes– he worries for a second if he got caught.

“Please.” you say in a whisper, and he looks at you with curiosity, please, what?..

“Just one dance, would you grant me this much?” you ask, hands dropping down, stroking the fabric of your outfit now, fiddling with the little embroidered details. Blade stands there, still silent, contemplating an answer, lips parted. “It’d help blend into the crowd too, you know… so we can keep not just an eye but also an ear out.” you try one last time, one last attempt. It feels easier to use the mission as an excuse than to admit you just want to stand closer to him, be like one of those couples you have been admiring for the past hour.

Eyes cast to the side, Blade avoids your gaze. Unsure how to feel when you followed with that excuse just to rationalize your request. Waiting and waiting, another song begins and draws close to an end and Blade realizes too late when he notices the signs of your fidgeting that he’s been making you wait, making you nervous and–

“Fine.” he says, his voice betraying the blunt answer and he reaches out his palm to you.

Eyes wide open, you freeze for a moment and snap out of it when he raises an eyebrow at you, slightly shaking his offered hand. With a skip to your step, you take his hand and a violin fills the air, lazy and faint.

The waltz begins softly, building up, and with it, so do the two of you.

Though you were unsure what to expect, Blade proves to be in control so far, taking the steps accordingly, swinging to the melody. 

It is a simple ballroom waltz, easy to pick up on after observing the people for the past hour. Seeing that the expression of surprise is still evident on your face, accompanying a soft smile, Blade feels a satisfaction blooming in his chest.

Were the purpose to truly keep an eye out and listen in, this would truly serve as the most ideal cover to blend in to the crowd– but too lost in your own little bubble, all the two of you can hear, feel, sense, see, and smell are each other; and the fairy-tale music that carries you throughout the ballroom with each step.

Blade holds you close and holds you gently, leading you into the dance, loosening his grip enough so you can dance freely. The dance goes on and you feel lost in his warm hold. For the first time in a long while forlorn eyes carry the gentle autumn breeze within their orbs, a man more than just the blade he wields, broken down to fragments. The melody picks up and Blade leads you for a spin, his other hand waiting in the air to pull you back to him–

In a sudden a loud crack echoes in the air.

The music halts, darkness overtakes the ballroom right after. The both of you frozen in place, Blade prepares to unsheathe his sword, his other hand standing over your skin still, keeping you close to his chest in a protective manner.

At the surprise of the moment for a second, the grand space is dead silent. And soon after follows people’s worried murmurs, followed by a scream that is never missing in such environments.

Silverwolf must be done with her part already. 

As you let out a sigh, you feel Blade’s hand relax on you, and returning to his side. Taking a step back, you copy the gesture and remove your hands from his frame. 

Time to bid goodbye to the fairytale it seems.

[risenwrites]

Warning: Angst, Blade is emotionally constipated, mentions of wanting to die

Blade could never understand why you were insistent about helping and knowing him. You shouldn't have even met him in the first place. This planet was supposed to be uninhabited, the perfect place for him to have undisturbed rest until his next mission.

Yet you were here.

When you found him, you dragged him to the pitiful excuse you called a home despite how many times he told you to go away. You bandaged the wounds he ignored, scolding him for not caring tending to them sooner. You spoke to him like an old friend, never noticing how he glared at you or didn't answer your questions. You gave him warm food and fresh water while calling him your guest. You were kind to him.

It was infuriating.

You were infuriating.

But for some reason, he still agreed to stay with you until his wounds healed. He wasn't sure why he decided to stay. Maybe it was because you reminded him of an old friend. That filled him with too many emotions he didn't want to feel, so he tried to distance himself from you. He tried to have you only interact with him whenever his bandages needed to be changed. His attempts always failed because you followed him around like a baby duckling.

Blade never spoke to you, but you always talked to him. You told him about your relatively uneventful life story. Apparently, you grew up on this planet alone, rarely getting visitors. That explained how you didn't know he was a wanted criminal. If you knew who he was, the life he lived, he was sure you'd be afraid of him. He was sure you would stop being kind to him. Deep down, he didn't want that.

The kindness you showed him was something he greedily consumed. It'd been so long since someone treated him like a person, only ever being seen as a monster or a weapon. He thought of himself as such and still did despite how much he craved the peace you gave him. Because deep down, he knew he didn't deserve your kindness because of all the sins he'd committed.

Blade never reciprocated the kindness you showed him. He treated you coldly, hoping you would stop trying to know him. That would stop giving him your love and charity. You never did, even after his injuries were completely healed and he planned to leave without saying goodbye. If he did, then maybe he would forget you, forget the love you so freely gave him. However, there was a question he wanted to ask.

"Why did you help me?" was the question he asked, the one tearing him mind apart.

When he asked that question, you looked at him with a big smile. "It's hard for me to turn a blind eye to someone in need. Plus... you seemed like you wanted to die. Seeing you like that had my heart aching. Maybe I'm arrogant, but I wanted to give you at least a little reason to live. Besides, spending time with another person is always wonderful; spending time with you made me happy. Even if you don't say much," you told him.

Your answer pierced through Blade's stone heart, making it gain the tiniest crack. You were too good for him. He didn't deserve to have the privilege of knowing you, yet at the same time, he hated you. All he wished for was to die and stop the endless cycle of eternal life he endured. Now, after knowing you, his conviction was wavering, and he was questioning what he wanted.

That's why he left your home without saying goodbye and returned to the life of a Stellaron Hunter. But in quiet moments, you would come to mind, and he would wonder if you finally learned to hate him after he broke your heart.

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[tsubaki3192]

Men who are so emotionally constipated, or have been through enough trauma that they don't... exactly... do well with touch, but are extremely touch starved and crave love beyond anything else physical.

Men who suddenly gain an adorable S/O who is willing to do all that and more.

Men, who suddenly find themselves having someone to come home to every night; who find themselves lying beside said person every night; who's willing to hold them for as long as necessary when it gets difficult; who refuses to abandon them no matter the circumstance.

Boyfriends, who find it difficult to truly express themselves when they want to, and get frustrated whenever they have that difficulty.

Boyfriends who find their S/O so attractive that they can't help themselves, so they end up blurting out the thoughts that come to mind.

.

Boyfriends who become your husband because he made that same mistake one day, and scrambled to grab the ring.

(The same ring that had been sitting in his pocket for the last three months.)

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JJK: Gojo, Megumi,

ToRev: Hanma, KAZUTORA, Shinichiro, SANZU, Izana, Kokonoi

HSR: Blade, AVENTURINE, DANHENG,

Genshin: KAEYA, DILUC, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao,

BNHA: Aizawa, TODOROKI, DABI,

Haikyuu: OIKAWA, Atsumu,

[anaxasparfait]

HSR men texts x GN!Reader - 2

do u guys think if i posted these to twitter ppl would gut me

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — boothill, sunday

— warnings. — fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, pussy drunk boothill

⚝ — BOOTHILL

thick and hot, yes, you read that correctly.

it was a stretch, hehe, just to get boothill's tip inside you— and wow, who would've thought? the man himself was already struggling to feel that simple, little connection of you when he slowly inserts his bulgy tip.

genuinely, your skin connecting to his own could honestly make him cum on the spot.

he's desperate, a little helpless too when he grinds closer, calloused hands playing with your tits before he slips two more inches in, his cock barely coated and greeted by your gummy walls but boothill knows he must stay patient— you will always squeeze him to a rhythm he desires.

he caresses your cheek before siding down to grip your chin firmly, "hey baby, why are you getting so excited? gotta stop squeezing me like that,"

you, on the other hand, were not averse to constructive criticism and decided to grasp onto him for your dear life instead, wrapping your legs around his frame so you could nudge him into you deeper— oh fuck, your body was slowly becoming aware that he really was that big, alerting you by your breathing becoming too fast for you to catch up with as boothill found himself nearly drooling at the sight.

everything he was fantasizing about when you were apart— not to mention the wet dreams he's gotten right after fisted his cock to it— imagining it was your tight, little cunt instead, your warm pussy that was always too tight for him.

he can't stop laughing when you call him huge, too big or tell him it burns a little— yet you love it, all of him, love him with all of your heart.

⚝ — SUNDAY

this wasn't a surprising revelation to say the least, but yes, you got him, towering above you and yes, sunday was big, painfully so— including that he knew, which was somehow even worse because then he won't stop teasing you until your lashes are ruined with your tears, your jaw slacked and lips messily covered in drool, only then he will ask you to beg for him.

you gasp a great lungful of air as he thrusts inside the first time, moaning in both pain and relief as you exhaled through a clenched jaw— no pain, really, well? obviously the burn of the stretch in the beginning that almost made you pass out so delirious did it make you feel.

sunday made sure to give you enough space so you could properly mould yourself around his erection, your thighs trembling as he feels your hot liquids coating his shaft.

sunday's mouth curves into a smirk before he places his lips on your tit, closing around your nipple to shift your focus to another place of pleasure, giving it a flick of his tongue, and when he bites down very softly— just the slightest impression of teeth— you feel your entire body jerk and uncontrollably grind into his bulgy cock attempting to stretch you out.

he feels so sharp and stinging— yet warm, each new blow of his hips having you pushed and pulled like a rag doll against the bed, with your throbbing cunt leaving a feeling of prickling nerves all over his cock.

you're pulsating, squeezing him, letting go, doing it again, watching him become so desperate for once.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[generalsdiary]

you brought your partner a flower bouquet. it isn’t something they often receive, and you felt a desire to change that. being a solemn, thoughtful person after thanking you they said;

“yes… it is sad that I’ll have to watch them die.” “they started dying the moment they were picked. kind of like humans, from the age of 25 their bodies officially begin to die.” upon hearing your words they look back at you, sharing a knowing look. “that is too short. I…” they clench their jaw for a moment. “humans have too short of a life span. we- I will find a way” soft, whispered words flowing between you two like a breeze on an early spring morning.

depending on the context behind their words, that perhaps brought you joy, that your loved one would go above and beyond to have as much time as possible with you. or it filled you with fear, knowing their history with such ways of life manipulation.

“no matter how much time we have, we will be alright. I cherish every moment I get with you. and once I’m gone-“

“please don’t say that.” their voice fell to a broken whisper. noticing the change in their body language, you moved closer, cupping their face, and matching their quiet tone you said, “let’s stay in the present. I’m right here, living and breathing. focus on me, on my heart,” you take their hand and place their palm on your chest. “on how it beats for you. for us.”

Dan Heng, Jingliu, Blade, Dan Feng, Neuvillette, Xiao, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Capitano

divider cr: @saradika

[wetinkk]

nsfw ramble - lazy morning & oral (dick! receiving)

he is enjoying it way too much.

your pretty self, eyelids fluttering from fatigue but glowing with a lust that makes his muscular chest rise and fall.

the lazy patterns you are tracing right over his happy trail. the shivers he's getting from this.

Fuck its perfect.

he doesn't even bother talking when you disappear under the light sheets, its like you are a siren underwater. sucking the damn life out of him.

“l-love— fuck y-you so good at this…”

what else could he say than praises? Your wet cavity enrobing his member. your hands wrapped around his sensitive balls.

no words are needed, just soft whimpers and delicate caresses around each other body.

just you hugging him as his cock soften. pampering kisses and mumbles about the rest of the day.

a/n: just felt freaky this morning ahhh

[dustofthedailylife]

It Must Be Love

-> Masterlist || → Taglist

Pairing: Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Welt x (gn!) Reader

Summary: When they realized they had feelings for you...

Tags: Fluff, SFW, mention of injuries (Blade), just them realizing they're completely smitten

A/N: My last fic before my Japan vacation! I got a lot more in my WIP stash that I'll get to after. Excited to get to that when I'm back, or maybe I can finish one or the other fic in the evening on my vacation when I'm in bed. We'll see. Stay amazing until then! <3

BLADE

When you joined the Stellaron Hunters he shot down your every attempt of trying to get to know him and stayed clear of you. He was curt and only ever spoke with you if it was necessary. In his opinion, there was no need for you two to be acquainted. And it would be for your own good anyway.

It wasn’t until you came back gravely injured from a mission and were passed out for days, that he wouldn’t leave your side.

He sat on the armchair in your room most of the time, and was either sleeping or meditating with his eyes closed. He occasionally switched your bandages and cleaned your wounds while insisting he’d be the only one to do it. After all, he involuntarily had quite the expertise with injuries himself.

And when the day you began to stir awake again finally came, and he heard the quiet plea for water come over your parched lips, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He told himself over and over again that he didn’t care about anyone and wouldn’t dare to allow himself to care anymore. In fact, he may have even thought he wasn’t capable of it anymore. But feelings are often beyond one's control or rational explanation. And deep down he had always known that he cared deeply about you. 

He had only steered clear of you because it had been evident to him, that if he allowed himself to care, there would be no going back. Alas, it now was too late for that as well. Yet it did not matter any longer. All he cared about was that you were still alive.

“Never get hurt like this again.” He scolded with a voice seemingly devoid of any emotion, as he lifted a bottle of water to your lips so you could drink. 

But despite the underlying sharp tone in his voice, there was sincere concern in his eyes only a few people ever got to see. And he knew he was no longer able to hide it.

DAN HENG

Himeko brought you along one day and introduced you to the Astral Express Crew as their newest member, a bundle of energy much like March. And everyone seems ecstatic to welcome you aboard. Everyone but Dan Heng. He curtly introduced himself without shaking your outstretched hand, before vanishing back to his room again without another word.

It would be a lie if he said he didn’t find you attractive, but Alas, he couldn’t allow himself to get closer. One more person on the Express only meant there were more people he had to keep secrets from. Besides, you seemed just as lively and energetic as March was, and if he was sure of one thing it’s that one March was already enough. So that was even more reason to steer clear of you for his own peace of mind.

So in turn he tried keeping you at an arm's length. The only problem however was, that you apparently weren’t deterred by his cold demeanor and practically threw yourself at him at every chance you got.

You would often knock on his door to bring him some freshly brewed tea, rummage through the archive or call him quirky nicknames you came up with. He could only roll his eyes at them, but secretly he began to like them and caught himself smiling whenever he thought of them. 

At first, he managed to remain distanced and only spoke to you when it was strictly necessary, but he soon began to warm up more and more. Until he would eventually find himself beginning to crave your presence every day.

And it was when he found himself looking at the empty chair you used to sit on almost every evening now, that he became aware of his feelings for you. The naggings and nicknames that used to bother him, now made his heart beat quicker and a tingly feeling made itself known in his stomach.

The simple image of your smile made the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. The sound of your voice always managed to soothe his nerves. And your absence made him feel incomplete.

It was then he had to admit to himself that there was no longer any point in denying it. He had inevitably fallen for you.

JING YUAN

When there was more administrative work to do on the Luofu due to the recent happenings, Qingzu, who was assisting Jing Yuan with the additional workload, proposed to hire someone else to help as well. To be precise, help with caring for the general’s lion, since it was usually Qingzu’s task. But since she was preoccupied with other matters right now, there was a distinct lack of time.

And that’s when you were hired.

You were tasked to care for Mimi in Qingzu’s stead from hereon out and seemed to immediately get along with the animal quite well, too. It certainly put Jing Yuan’s mind at ease to know that his lion was adequately cared for.

One day, when Jing Yuan returned earlier than usual from his duties he found you peacefully asleep on the sofa, your head comfortably nestled in the fur of the equally asleep lion. But he didn’t dare to disturb your slumber and returned to his desk with a smile on his face since he too felt the weight of sleep oftentimes throughout the day.

Once you awoke you practically jumped up when you saw him sitting at his desk already, ushering a shy “Oh, General. I didn’t expect you to be back home at such a time already. Forgive me.”

He just let out a soft chuckle in reply, assuring you that there was no need to worry and that it actually put his mind at ease that you got along so well with Mimi.

After this, he made a conscious effort to come back home earlier more often. And every time, without fail, he would find you sleeping together with his lion in the afternoon sun. Your peaceful expression and the quiet purr of his lion truly was a sight for sore eyes 

And if his lion loved you, what was he supposed to feel if not the same?

GEPARD

Gepard saw you for the first time when he stopped by his sister's workshop. He caught a quick glimpse of you before you vanished into the side room of the workshop again.

Of course, his sister immediately caught him staring. Because he stood there stunned and only stared holes into the door you vanished through. 

If Serval was good at one thing, it was reading Gepard like a book. And she only needed one look at his face to know exactly what he was thinking. Of course, she took the opportunity to tease him about it with a big grin across her face, much to the embarrassment of Gepard who only cleared his throat and diverted the topic, unable to hide the red blooming across his cheeks.

He soon found out that you were a singer and songwriter and that you and Serval sometimes performed together in a local club. And he found himself venturing there on his off days to watch your show. 

Serval introduced you to him and eventually, you began to become closer. Asking him if he would come to your next gig as well. And of course, he did. In fact, he did so often that he had all your songs memorized down to a T now and often found himself humming them absentmindedly throughout the day. 

And suddenly, as one of his subordinates asked him which song he keeps humming all the time now, he became aware of the feelings he harbored for you.

The warm, prickly feeling within his chest. The way his heartbeat quickened, or the corners of his mouth turned upwards involuntarily whenever he saw you, talked to you, or thought of you.

It was undeniable. He had fallen in love in love with you.

WELT

Welt and you were just colleagues. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself of at first. 

Research and worries about your mission often woke you up at night recently, so you often got up to brew a fresh pot of coffee. And Welt found you sitting in an armchair in the parlor car one night when he, too, got up in the middle of the night because his thoughts had kept him awake.

You offered him a cup of coffee as well before you sat back down. Each just sipped their coffee in silence. You gazed at the stars outside of the window of the Express while he tried to read some book to keep his mind off the thoughts that had kept him awake.

Yet, he found himself unable to concentrate on it and instead stole glances at you while rattling his brain about what he could talk about with you.

Eventually, you were the first one to break the silence. Initiating a conversation about the vastness of the universe and the thing that are yet beyond any human comprehension. Asking questions no man knew an answer to yet. And he was more than happy to indulge in the conversation. 

You ended up talking until the morning hours that night without the conversation ever dying down. He enjoyed the talk you had so much, he found himself thinking about it for weeks after.

Long deep talks over a fresh pot of coffee in the middle of the night should soon become a habit for both of you.

And he came to crave them so much that he even started setting an alarm at night and went to check if you were there again as well. And most of the time you were. 

One night, when he looked at you and saw the light of the stars reflect in your eyes once again, he too had to admit he was looking straight at a star himself.

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[requiemofthewinds]

off. all of it.

he complies so willingly, stripping all the way down and shivers at the draft, and tries to cover himself. you pull his hands away from himself and lean back onto the couch, laying a hand in your lap.

don't hide from me. good boy.

you throw a pillow down onto the ground and motion for him to kneel in front of you.

sit.

bu— but what about you?

what about me, puppy?

are you gonna take your clothes off too..?

no. not yet, at least. now kneel.

with some hesitancy, he drops to his knees on the pillow, his head between your legs and his cheek leaning on the inside of your thigh. his hands lay on your knees, waiting for more.

hands off. no touching. me or yourself.

he listens, and quickly moves his hands into his lap, fidgeting with his fingers in between his legs as he sits back on his calves.

as much as both of you hate wearing shoes in the house, now is different. you move one of your legs so your shoe finds his crotch, and presses down. he winces at the sudden contact, but quickly acclimates to the feeling. you slowly rub the toe of the shoe in small circles, and his whole body juts forward, yet he restrains himself from touching you. his muscles ripple under his skin, and you find yourself bewildered as to how you have such a strong, powerful man trembling under you, on his knees.

mm-gh—! ffffuck, darling—

he whines, curling himself inwards and his hands hand awkwardly in the air as he tries his hardest to not touch.

darling? i don't remember allowing you to call me that.

ah—shit. d- daddy— sorry. i'm sorry, daddy.

much better. you learn so fast, puppy.

your shoe presses into his dick, the little ridges on the sole giving him so much pleasure that the friction has his eyes rolling back into his head, and then he drops his head back. you check your watch. 19:16.

it's going to be a long night.

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— sen , 28 . 05 , 20:26

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[miyaz6ki]

──── on your knees now

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. childhood frenemies w benefits w bladie (kinda)

𝜗𝜚 pairings. blade x gn!afab!reader (take this however you want. cuz this has pussy eating, you can imagine it as ass instead tho :P. + masturbation from blade' s side), !!nsfw content ahead!!

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. old draft on my old blog (plus rewrote a lot of the stuff) again lol

𝜗𝜚 word count. 800+ !!

blade who's so in love with you, he hates it so much. nothing he's more hungry for. all this time he's been so against you, especially when you both joined the stellaron hunters, his addiction to you got even worse

blade who spread the precum of his cock down onto its base, this hasn't felt more pleasureable. why does he feel like this .. thinking of you?

blade who can't help but let out small moans of your name, biting his shirt just to keep himself quiet, as he stroked his cock slowly, his movements only get faster when he can imagine you sliding down slowly onto his cock, only getting turned on more by his imagination

oh.. the sight of seeing your hole sink down onto his cock.. he gasped as he slowly stroked his length back up. blade whose cock feels so sensitive, thinking about you riding him so slowly and sensually.

ahh even right now, your legs spread wide open and thighs squeezing his face close to your scent. the way blade's lengthy tongue would kiss your velvety walls, you can't help but clench down on it.

even more so when he gets you to come over and over again, letting it all squirt on his tongue, gladly lapping up whatever he could get. blade eats you out like a starved man, one who hasn't ate in years.

letting you sit on his face, your hands in his hair as he only fastened his pace inside you. blade who just can't help but stroke his dick, watching your expression only turned him on all the more.

it's only when he finishes with you, warm semen landing on his own stomach as you came into his mouth. only now is when blade would hold you down with his calloused hands, your thighs in his hold, making sure you wouldn't get off just yet.. no he needed everything.

to put you into a mating press like this just after fulfilling another one of his fantasies shittt he was hard again. gladly pumping his dick down into you, the warm feeling on his cock felt great, and getting to see how good he made you feel, hearing every little sound, every little moan, every arch, every breathy whisper of his name, he felt like he could fuck you forever.

moon shaped marks left on your hips as he held you rough and close, blade couldn't help but lean down, and kiss you, but it was a lot more gentle and soft, in contrast to his unrestrained strikes to your stomach, the mark only getting clearer.

the bulge in your stomach could only worsen, as he whispered into your ear, lust clear in his tone, "so good right? so good you won't let anyone else fuck you like i do right?" blade's possessive side could only get gradually worse

blade who grinds into your g-spot, letting you see how good he treats you after what seems like your 5th climax, still so sensitive, you couldn't do anything but let out whimpers of pleasure,

blade who makes sure you look into the mirror in front of you both while sitting on the edge of the bed, one of his hand on your waist, and the other on your jaw, making you face your reflection

but blade who makes sure to hold your hand throughout everything because it's a habit he's had ever since you both were kids, even when you both hated each other, whenever other tried to hit on you, his hand was already intertwined with yours, and ready to defend you against the catcaller

blade's possessive side which wouldn't allow himself to let anyone else see you so vulnerable like this, but at the same time only got more turned on from the thought of fucking while on the astral express. or wherever you can imagine

blade who makes you sit on his face, knowing how stressed you must be after claiming another stellaron by his side. not even needing words, you already knew what he meant when he led you to another room

blade who loves to see the way you rock back and forth while you take it from behind, watching how he slowly sinks into you, only to quicken the pace right after observing such a sight.

but also blade's aftercare game is insanely good, i don't see him treating you bad at all. in fact is a lot more gentle, and talks in a softer tone while spooning you

blade's aftercare game so good he always makes sure that you're okay with what you both have been doing (i don't see any character in-game allowing non-con personally)

blade who still won't admit he loves you, but he does, and like the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.

[sheyfu]

"will you still choose me even when i'm no longer young and beautiful?" the muse asks her lover beneath the stars.

the lover looks at his muse, gently caressing her face as she turns to look at him.

"even with all the people out there, even if your love for me runs out, and even after your time on earth ends, i'd still choose you over anything. i don't care if your hairs are grey, your skin develops wrinkles and folds, or when you forget about me, getting to stay by your side is all that matters." - zhongli, neuvillette, imbibitor lunae, blade, your faves <3

gang i said i wouldn't post but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ wanted to do a little something for other fandoms EUEUUEUEUEU so here's a little thing...idk what to call it ANYWAYS i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated! i'll be posting a lot tomorrow to make up for the two days i didn't post much hihi so yeah! lmk if you have any reqs and i'll work on them asap!!

[koipudding]

fake dating blade for a few hours to get couple’s discount but he doesn’t let go of your arm, hand or sleeve. It’s been half an hour after the dinner, but he insists on keeping up the pretense. You indulge him, and it’s totally not because your ears and face are warming up, or that he’s been so gentle this evening. Blade stops by a flower shop, and gets you a lovely bouquet with a keychain of your favorite sanrio character.

“Do you want dessert? It’s my treat.” He guides you to a small ice cream truck, one you’ve been craving for a while (how’d he know… maybe you’ll ask him later?)

Blade drops you off with a kiss on your forehead (you don’t know why but your heart jumps to your throat), and makes sure you’ve locked your doors before you hear the ‘ding!’ of the elevator.

the next day, he’s waiting outside your door, wearing a suit, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His face is dusted pink, and he offers you a proper dinner date.

“They’re still doing a couple’s discount,” upon seeing your face he adds, “and giving out free plushies.”

[anantaru]

Blade comforing s/o from an overwhelming situation? 🥹🥹

・✶ ｡ synopsis — blade instantly sees that you were having a rough day, on the brink of tears and shaking, so he did what every boyfriend should do, meaning to be there for you <3

warnings — none, fem! reader, fluff, established relationship, reader is sad, cute protective boyfriend blade <3 calls you: love, my girl, he kisses your forehead

your entire day consisted of a chaotic swirl enhanced with noises and movements from left to right— people rushing past all directions while bumping into you, their voices merging into a deafening grating that made your head practically spin off your body.

is this really it? you don't think you can escape those masses, in fact, you still needed to fight at the end of your day with something like this even after the suffering you've just had to endure?

you were already having a rough day, yes, from the start, yet a series of small frustrations piled up until you felt like you were carrying a mountain on your shoulders, a heavy weight that was gradually taking all your room to breathe.

and this nasty crowd was certainly the final straw to you.

alas, you wouldn't let yourself get pushed and touched by random strangers and rushed your way through the exit of your work, your heart pounding in your chest, each breath coming faster and faster as you fought to keep the rising tide of panic at bay— it's not like this hasn't happened before but today, even your vision blurred with unshed tears, the world around you becoming an overwhelming blur of emotions that made you want to scream.

"sorry, excuse me, uh," you mumble, not sure if anyone heard you or even cared to let you pass through.

people, who were as eager as you to leave their work were relentless, disrespectfully pushing and shoving, their indifferent faces blurring together in your mind as you've gotten dizzy by the time you were able to move again.

you awkwardly stumble into a corner, desperately trying to catch your breath— although just as you were about to lose your grip completely, a dark, handsome figure emerged from the crowd, yet not walking towards the exit, but you.

blade. your boyfriend blade. the man which could surprisingly find out a solution to yet about every problem.

he moves with a purpose, his eyes scanning the area until they finally lock onto your teary ones. and the moment he saw your tear-streaked face and trembling form just standing there while being surrounded by a bunch of people, his expression softened and tensed in unison.

without a word and wasting more time, he closes the distance between you within a couple steps and immediately pulled you into his arms.

ugh, you can finally breathe again and take in his signature cologne.

his hug was warm, his entire body like the softest pillow, his frame feeling like home and being grounding, his presence too, immediately cutting through the chaos and bringing you a sense of instant safety.

"hey, it's okay, i apologize for being late," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble against your ear, but he notices the constant trembles on your body before securely kissing your forehead, "i've got you."

you clung to him, it's almost embarrassing by how strong your arms were locked around his waist as you were burying your face into his chest, the first out of your many tears finally breaking free— like your body telling you that it was okay to cry now. blade was here.

hot and in masses, the crystalline liquid soaks into his garments as you let out all the frustration— or panic? more so fear, and the exhaustion that had been building up inside of you for the entirety of your gruesome day.

but blade didn't say anything, nor did he really need to add something— instead, he just held you, his hands constantly rubbing soothing circles on your back as you cried your heart out to him.

blade was gentle with you, always, and he never expected you to be on your upmost, most perfect demeanor whenever you two met up. the way he had everything under control without actually lifting a finger came due to his calm presence which was like a balm to your burned nerves, the solid feel of his strong chest pressed against your face grounding you in a way nothing else could.

minutes passed, and slowly, your sobs began to subside, your breathing evening out as the storm of emotions gradually drowns away.

he didn't let go of you right away, he wouldn't want to— and well, blade continued to hold you, yes, he always will, his hands never stopped their gentle motions around the slopes of your body, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your ear.

when you slowly pulled back, your eyes emerged with a puffiness and slight redness taking over your eyes— although such really didn't matter now, because the panic inside had receded, fallen off your shoulders and replaced by a warm love.

the man looked down, admiring your puffy cheeks and slightly embarrassed eyes, his gaze soft and filled with an understanding that brought a fresh wave of love which entered your heart immediately.

"feeling a bit better love? i can pick you up more often if you want to," he asks sternly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek.

as a response, you nod shyly before sniffling a little, "yeah, it's okay now, thank you, blade, ugh, this is so embarrassing i just didn't know what to do."

"everything just felt like too much all of a sudden, you know?"

his large palms don't leave your face, his touch always gentle when he held you, "it's okay, it's not your fault," he continues softly.

"don't apologize, it's not your fault and remember you're not alone, okay? i'm here for you love, always, i will do whatever it takes to make it better."

you continue to lean into his chest, unable to let go before taking a deep, steadying breath, "i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't been here."

"i'm sorry you had such a rough day," he returns, kissing your forehead as his hands squeeze your cheeks, "but i'm proud of you my girl, yeah?" as his arms wrap around you like two pillows covering your shaken frame, "for getting through it anyways."

and as you held onto him, as you felt and accepted the strength and love enveloping you wholly, you were aware that no matter how overwhelming life got at times, you would never have to face it alone.

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[shrimpsyguy]

Having a normal one.

Just thinking about a Yandere Blade—he keeps you in a cramped room, and visits you often. Usually he doesn’t speak, just brings food and stares at you, sometimes he even brings trinkets.

You’ll fight, you’ll claw and shout and wail, and he’ll simply endure. But the second you try to hurt yourself in any capacity—he becomes a different beast.

You refuse to eat, try to starve yourself, and he’ll hold you down and use his weight to keep you pinned. He forces your jaw open, fingers hooked in your mouth as you cry and gag. The calloused pads of his digits press on your tongue, digging into your cheek, feeling over your molars. You’re spluttering, crying, gagging, trying to get him off you, to spit the food out but he clamps a hand on your jaw and snaps it closed. “Swallow, or I’ll break your jaw,” he says, and tightens his hand. You swallow.

Blade will keep at it until you give up, pets your hair after every bite, softens his grasp. Once you just allow him to feed you by hand, he’s so gentle, attentive, gaze intense.

It’s the same song and dance with baths, or clothes. If you don’t take care of yourself, he’ll drag you and bruise you and get it done. If you do it, he’ll simply sit and watch, to make sure you do.