mythophosfox

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Old-soaked gloves do the trick.

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Angel is unable to venture out of the water. I'd like to think her first meeting with Sebastien was in dark waters.

It's also the day Sebastien learned that her body shouldn't be touched.

[mythophosfox]

Do not flash the (jelly)fish

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This came to me in a cold sweat at 2 am. Please ignore the 2 typos, my dyslexia betrayed me on this day.

[mythophosfox]

ᛝ   . dr. ratio x reader  ୧ ౨ৎ　⠀⠀𝄞ིㅤㅤ ݃ㅤㅤfluff, gn, nudity, sfw.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 cascade across your skin, carefully trained fingertips drawing shapes into it. His hands worshipped every inch of you; the plush flesh at your sides, your collarbone. He traces the veins in your wrist like it's delicate art; these veins give you life, and for that he is eternally grateful. He presses a kiss to your wrist where the pulse is at, savoring it, the melody of your heart which pulses through your body. The water stirs with every movement sending ripples across the tranquil surface.

When Veritas hears you call out to him, his eyes lift immediately and he straightens up. His arms snake fully around you to pull you impossibly close, and he takes in a deep breath of your pleasant aroma.

"Yes?" He replies in a hushed tone. You kick your feet back and forth under the water, he notices, like a child, adorably so. Frivolous, he wants to think, but you're so positively lively and when he sees you doing things like this he always melts.

You click your tongue and grin. "Someone's been staring a while. A penny for your thoughts?"

Veritas scoffs at your remark, though lightheartedly. "My thoughts are worth far more than a penny, as you're aware."

This reply evokes a laugh out of you. To Veritas, it sounds more lovely than a dove's song at sunrise.

"A kiss, then?" You chirp playfully. Veritas hums as if considering, but he already has his answer.

"No."

You turn your head to look at him, astonished. "Veritas!" You exclaim and jab him lightly on the shoulder.

"Two kisses," Veritas concludes. His lips curve into a sly grin as his amber eyes gaze down at you, a teasing and loving glint in them.

You can't help but huff at his words. "You could've just said that... you do drive a hard bargain, in any case, Veritas," You shoot back at him. He lifts your chin. "Is that a yes?"

Another laugh falls from your lips. Veritas rubs circles into the palm of your hand. Your reply is "Always."

Veritas's mind wanders to questions. Of all people to share constance with you choose him. You choose to exist with him, always, to tie your soul and his own soul together. While Veritas does not believe in magic he almost believes you're his soul mate.

His lips mold against your soft plush ones to capture them in a chaste kiss. He feels your grin against him and he swears he hears the ceramic stone that is his heart crack. You make him weak. The outer shell threatens to shatter, giving way to the small seed in his heart that he neglects: benevolence.

Veritas keeps his end of the deal. He whispers against your lips, "I was just thinking about you. How you fit so well against me. You're so, so perfect, the kind of perfection that this language fails to have words for."

"Aw, how romantic," you remark. He shushes you by kissing away your words.

[mythophosfox]

Closer

Pairings: Veritas Ratio x fem!reader

Synopsis: kissing your boyfriend for the first time turned to a makeout session. (Suggestive towards the end)

Wc: 1.5k

⊰⊹ฺnotes: idk what possessed me to write this but i think abt kissing ratio stupid atleast 69 times a day.

Amidst the hushed comfortable space and flickering candles in the living room, Veritas Ratio rests serenely on the sofa with his legs crossed as he holds a book he occupies himself with, reading it silently and carefully, focusing on each word with absolute preoccupation before he feels the empty space next to him sink with a familiar figure.

He hums in acknowledgement at your presence, although his eyes still not prying away from the book.

But then Veritas feels like his brain went short circuit for a brief second when he felt you leaning ever so closely to him on the couch. Your hands drawing closer and closer until your fingers slowly start intertwining with his, and he accepts it. Naturally. It's just holding hands with his partner.

But then you move closer to him, thighs already making contact, and how he is certain you want something from him. So he diverts his eyes away from the book, giving you a quick glance of his eyebrow raised and you just smile innocently in return. He blinks twice before returning back to the book.

Maybe you just wanted his attention as usual, perhaps tell him about your day or--Oh, but then your other unoccupied hand takes his chin with your thumb and index, turning his head back towards your attention.

He's surprised, looking at you with his eyebrows furrowing and before he could ask, you beat him to it.

"Y'know we've been dating for quite a while. Right, Veritas?" You mutter his name oh so softly that when it reaches his ears, his heart begins beating a tad bit faster than usual.

You start caressing his cheek, your thumb brushing over the apples of his cheek before sliding it down to his lower lip while you study his tensed expression that slowly starts relaxing.

Ratio's eyes flutter shut as you caress his cheek, his mouth trembles underneath the gentle, languid touch of your fingers against his lips, betraying a subtle shiver of desire he can scarcely suppress.

Finally opening his eyes to meet yours, a touch of vulnerability is faintly detectable in his gaze, a display of uncertainty that he hurriedly conceals behind a half-lidded gaze.

"Yes..." Ratio responds quietly. "...We have."

"And you know how much i like you," you carry on, eyes no longer focused on his gaze but instead watching at the way his lips part slightly.

Ratio's gaze darkens as you fixate on his lips, his breath hitching slightly in response.

"I am aware," he murmured quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching faintly as he attempted to maintain his composed façade.

You can't find anything more to say because you are so focused on the shape of his lips, studying every breath he takes that only makes your lips curl.

Your eyes find his again, leaning in further, your keen eyes searching for his consent.

Ratio's usual self-assuredness returns, a sly flicker in his eyes as he gives a slight nod, consenting to your silent question.

You tilt your head, eyes focusing on his lips before closing them when your lips press together for the first time, testing the waters of the kiss, trying to hesitantly feel your lips together.

There is a flicker of surprise in his eyes, his composure momentarily faltering as he leans into the kiss. Ratio's lips mold against yours, hesitant and testing at first, a slow and languid movement as he explores the feeling of your lips on his.

You squeeze his hand nervously that was still interlaced with yours. After all, it was you who tried initiating the kiss on a random evening.

A soft exhale escapes his lips against yours, the book long forgotten as it drops from his hand and to the ground with a thid thay both of you don't seem to care about. His now free hand moves to cup your jaw with gentleness, yet the touch also firm.

You feel encouraged at the touch, it makes your shoulders relax, allowing yourself to melt into this first shared kiss.

He senses the change in your body, the tension leaving your frame and being replaced by a gentle surrender. Emboldened by this, he deepens the kiss, his hand on your jaw moving up to hold the back of your neck, firm yet gentle. Guiding you even closer to him.

You were caught off guard by the sudden eagerness. Your blood was quick to rush through your face, reaching to your ears before both of your part with a deep breath.

You give him slightly wide eyes, his half-lidded eyes dropping back to your lips. And just when you thought the kiss has ended, he brings his hand back to your jaw, his thumb now imitating your previous actions, brushing against your lips before parting them gently.

You pray that he doesn't notice just how red your cheeks have gotten.

Veritas was quick to take advantage of your parted lips, his tongue delving into your mouth with deliberate intent, his hand slithering it's way back to the back of your neck.

The air around you thickens with a charge of electricity, his breathing becoming more ragged as the kiss heats up, a low, guttural sound emanates from deep in his throat, his fingers curling into your hair, their grip firm though not painful. Veritas's usual composure is discarded, replaced by a passionate fervour to which you welcomed, arms wrapping around his shoulders for further closeness between them.

He responds to your action with a low groan, his hand that was holding yours now snaking around your waist, the kiss deepens further, his tongue sliding against yours in a sensual dance, his body practically trembling with raw and unbridled hunger. His lips moving more urgently against yours to which a soft gasp escapes from you when he confidently pulls you to straddle his lap, your lips pulling away from his with flushed cheeks.

"I didn't mean--we can go slow--" you stammer, but you are met with eyes dark, full of desire as he gently maneuvers you into his lap, a shiver of excitement coursing through him at your proximity. He tightens his grip on your waist, holding you firmly in place, his muscles taut with tension as he fights to restrain himself.

"How come we've never kissed before? Is it that you're perhaps nervous because of me?" You manage to tease. Chuckling quietly as you looked down at him, admiring the way he was panting softly. His cheeks flush slightly, embarrassed that his earlier vulnerability is now made known.

"I was not nervous," your beloved protests, though the slight shakiness in his voice betrays him, though your hands now caresse his cheeks before leaning in to pepper soft pecks on his face.

"I was just... careful. I didn't want to overwhelm you."

"Would you like to kiss me again?"

He snaps his eyes back at yours in response, his eyes darkening with a primal want as he gazes up at you.

"I would be an idiot to say no," he replies, his voice low and tinged with hunger. "I want to kiss you more. I want to kiss you until you can hardly breathe. I want the feel of you, the taste of you. I want you." His fingers grip your thighs, their grip tight as he struggles to restrain himself, while your breath is caught in your throat when you sense that hunger in the tone of his voice. One unfamiliar but you can get used to.

You instantly crash your lips eagerly against his this time, and he responds to the kiss with a ferocity that borders on desperation, his lips moving against yours with a frenzied and unrestrained desire as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip in a silent command for more.

And you respond by slowly grinding your hips further into his lap, a guttural groan rumbling in his chest at the slow grind, and it was enough for him to break the kiss momentarily, gasping for breath as he looks up at you with dark and dilated pupils.

"Do you have any idea," Ratio grits out between clenched teeth, his voice deep and strained, "what you're doing to me right now?"

Before you could even get the chance to answer, his lips find the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin and sucking on the flesh there as he attempts to regain his composure. A soft moan emits from your throat as your hips find a slow pace of grinding against his clothed cock that you could've sworn you felt it throb and twitch under the fabrics of his pants before he firmly and tightly grasped your hips to halt your any other sorts of movements.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He gives you a sharp look and your lips curl upwards in return.

"Who said i wanted to stop, doctor?"

(doctor, you're huge-!)

[mythophosfox]

my aeon ft. boothill

summary: when he wants to cherish the moment to hold you in his arms.. boothill's devotion and adoration for you is endless, you'll never hear the end of it... (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) !!

cw: boothill x fem!reader, body worship, reader has scars (interpret it any way), you're both touch starved, u just wanna get to the point.. iykwim ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) softcore smut?? or highly suggestive.

“so pretty, baby.” boothill’s voice hummed through your skin, sending shivers down your spine. he went on and suckled at the sensitive skin of your neck—he made sure it would leave marks. he was always an expert at making you squirm, he knew just how to make you long for his touch.

he started to trail kisses down your body, pausing to give your breasts a gentle squeeze. an erotic moan escaped from your lips. he smirked. “the aeons must’ve blessed me, sugar.” he raised his head for a moment to cherish you in all your beauty. “heck. you might as well be an aeon. look at yerself..” 

he laid down to rest on your chest for a while. his mechanical heart’s beating adjusted to yours, syncing in patterns. “boothill..” he knew you longed for something more, but he insisted on relishing in your warmth—at least for now. he enjoyed tracing circles on your abdomen, hearing your breath hitch.

he went back to work and trailed kisses down your lower body, purposely avoiding your intimate area. he stopped at your inner thighs, his face shifting into a frown. “ya got new ones?” his cold thumb gently brushed over your scars—old and new. your eyes averted his in fear of being lectured. 

“ya know i ain’t gonna be mad, darlin’.” he pressed loving kisses against your scars. you felt something pulse and throb. your hunger for him grew. you spread your legs, trying to send him a message. he ignored this, and trailed kisses back up—all the way to your lips.

he looked you up and down, his lips ghosting your own. his hands had a firm grip on your waist, ready to devour you. you made the first move, he soon followed—crashing against your plump, soft lips. you hesitated at first, but introduced your tongue to his. you loved making the first move, whenever you had the chance.

boothill always wanted to enjoy the moment, taking things slow to truly indulge in you. on the other hand, you were quite impatient, you wanted to get to the point. he usually attempted to convince you that the reward would be even greater if you were patient.

his tongue traced over your face, leading to your ear. he left a clean stripe of saliva—it wasn’t hot nor cold. “tell me what ya want, pretty lady.” he was teasing you. a soft moan crept through your mouth when he gently nipped at your ear lobe. his teeth were awfully sharp.

“please..” you were this close to crying. you don’t take teasing lightly, boothill usually gave you what you wanted. he never, ever said no to you. that doesn’t mean he can’t play games another way. “please, what?” a string of curses slowly slipped out of you. his husky voice only turned you on. he could hear you sniffle.

“‘m sorry, baby. no more games.” you heard his pant unbuckle, you audibly sighed. His belt collapsed to the floor as he tossed it carelessly. you could tell he was hungry for you, too.

“what does my aeon want from her devotee tonight?”

[mythophosfox]

Hii, i hope this doesnt sound too weird or anything (im really new to requesting), but can i request a safeword scenerio for dr Ratio? Maybe he is uptight because of some idiots he had to deal with, or nervy because of overworking, and in bed he starts to talk and move harsher than usual, making his s/o safewording. If possible please also how he would take care of them afterwards, thank you :D!

A/N: Thank you for your request! I do hope this is what you had in mind :) Implemented some of my own hcs into this, so I do hope Ratio isn't too OOC. I just don't see him as mean or harsh with his s/o as I see some people portray him as- Gosh I can ramble sm about him, I'll stop here. Please send more Dr Ratio asks/requests in, I'd love to ramble about him

Content: NSFW, mdni! Ratio being a secret sap inside(?), gn reader but can be hinted at female anatomy, no pronouns used

Fervent thrusts of his hips into yours knocked the air out of your lungs, sending your eyes rolling back into your head as shameless moans flew from your mouth in a torrent. Veritas seemed completely insatiable, groaning into your ear and whispering dirty things.

“You’re so tight, did it take so little to get you all wet and worked up, hm?” It was like he was scolding you.

You could’ve guessed how his day has been, judging solely from the bruising grip he had on your hips. You would’ve asked about it had he not all but cornered you and stolen your breath away with an onslaught of kisses and nips to your neck and chest. Clothes were torn off from you and him all the same, but somewhere along the lines it became apparent his frustration began to blur, work anger seeping into this intimate and vulnerable moment as his hips pistoned into yours with little regard. It wasn’t like him, in all his stubbornness and in all pursuit of knowledge he’d never treat you like a piece of meat. He had made a mess of you, a heap of flailing, boneless limbs and hickeys and bite marks along your collarbone and chest.

A lewd squelch accompanied the slapping of skin as his cock rammed into you. “Ve-Veritas-” you panted, hands moving from around his back to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving behind red crescent moons. “Slow down, ngh-” Those words fell on deaf ears, your moans and small whimpers being the only thing echoing in his mind. One of his big hands unlatched from your hip and came up to your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly on the sides until you felt yourself getting dizzy with pleasure, but it was all too suffocating, too overwhelming and so overstimulating, you felt your heart race and cold sweat break over your skin. 

Veritas groaned into your ear before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, bottoming out inside you over and over and over again until he felt you squeezing his shaft and fluttering around him. 

“Y-Yellow! Yellow!” 

Veritas quickly lost his hold on your neck, his body reacting faster than he had time to process it. All he knew is how uncomfortably tight his throat became when he heard you squeak out the safe word, his whole stomach churning as he pulled away. And only then did he really see how reckless he had become.

Your teary eyes stared up at him, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths to quell the fire within your lungs. You swallowed thickly, averting your gaze in what you could only understand was embarrassment but as he stumbled over wordless questions, his mouth opening and closing as he slid himself out of you and all pleasure forgotten, you couldn’t help but look back at him and open your arms in a silent plea for a hug. "Just hold me.."

He obliged without a second thought, his big arms enveloping you in a warm embrace, but he was hesitant to touch you after hearing the safe word fall from your mouth. 

He rolled onto his side, dragging you with him and letting your curl up against him however you wished as you hid your face in his chest. One arm was safely secure around you while the other hand absentmindedly ran through your hair, soothing your nape in hopes to bring you further comfort.

“My.. dearest.. What have I done? Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?” his tone, much softer and so full of concern, licked at your ears and sent a shiver up your spine. He sounded more hurt than you.

Once you regained your breath you broke away from his chest and looked up at him, all disheveled and messy with eyes still glassy. 

“I’m sorry.. But you were.. quite overwhelming- You came home and you wanted to be intimate, and that’s okay. But you were starting to take out your frustrations on me, Veritas..” you told him earnestly. There were no lies between you, and Aeons knew he’d know if you lied to him. He grimaced at your words, not because you said them, but because he couldn’t believe he allowed himself to fall that low. You felt him huff, felt his warm breath against your skin and he pulled you closer. 

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for- It is me who should be saying so. And I am so sorry.. I.. I don’t know how I lost myself so..” he trailed off, his eyes swallowing you in their plea for forgiveness or perhaps they were telling you to scold him - he really didn’t mind, as in his head, right now he felt as if he betrayed your trust. His facade of perfection crumbled as he gave into these animalistic urges and he hurt you along the way.

Sighing, you pushed yourself up a little until you could peck his cheek. His lashes fluttered as he took in the sight of you, blinking at you before leaning in to press his lips against your, the palm of his hand resting on the small of your back and pressing you against his warm body.

“Are you hurt?” he asked again, looking into your eyes. 

“Sore.. probably gonna turn into a plum later from bruises-” you tried to lighten the mood with that little joke but Veritas instead let out a sound bordering between a sigh and scoff, clicking his tongue as frowned, angry at himself. “I’m sorry…” he whispered as his arms dragged you along with him and his other hand pressed at your nape to pull your head to his lips. One, two, three, four and many more kisses fell all across your face, making their way all around before reaching your lips, upon which he placed the softest of kisses.

“I’m sorry.. I'll.. You stay here while I go and draw us a bath. I’ll be quick” He’d say as he pulled a blanket over you before sliding from underneath you. 

“Don’t forget the bath salts” you smiled, teasing him and holding onto the fingers of his hand, not allowing him to peel himself away from you just yet, and this prompts a smile to tease his lips but he is not yet ready to really forgive himself until he has soothed your bruises away.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes while his cheeks flushed as he pulled away after nodding his head firmly in return

“When have I ever forgotten the precious bath salts?”

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[mythophosfox]

notes: boothill x gn!reader, fluff, mutual yearning, affectionate teasing, kissing, mentions of canon-typical violence, ~1k words

happy pre-boothill day, i hope he comes home to us all!

No matter how many times you wipe them down your legs, your palms refuse to cease sweating. 

He’d sent you a text weeks ago, that he’d try to see you soon. In fact, his words were that he’d be home soon. 

And you know never to get your hopes up too high. The life of a Galaxy Ranger, especially such a loose cannon like Boothill, has no strict schedule. For all you know, he’s ass-deep undercover on a planet thousands of light-years away right now. 

But his contact status has been set to online for the past hour. 

Which should mean that he’s going to message you again. You can’t quite bring yourself to hope for the alternative; that you’ll actually see him, hold him. Life rarely turns in your favour like that. 

Nonetheless, you are wiping your hands and bouncing your leg as your body desperately attempts to keep all the nervous energy that has accumulated in the past sixty minutes within the confines of your skin. 

Anticipation is funny like that, the way it can take hold of your body and even usurp control of your mind. It builds and builds until it becomes all you can think about, all you can pay attention to. 

So much so that you barely even notice when a figure approaches on the horizon. A familiar silhouette, long hair and a statement hat; unmistakeable. 

Your heart pounds. 

Momentarily, you’re halfway to convinced that you’re seeing things. There’s no way you could be this lucky. Even as he reaches you, looks you up and down with a relieved and toothy grin, it feels more likely that you’re experiencing a hallucination. 

He pauses just far enough to give you some space, and cocks his head as he speaks. 

“With a frown like that I’d reckon you ain’t all that excited to see me, darlin’.” 

There are new scratches and scuffs on his torso. They’ve been very crudely cleaned out, small caked-on patches of dirt and other peoples’ blood still lining the ridges. You push away the urge to sit him down and pick them out. 

“You took a while,” you say quietly. 

“I’m sorry,” he offers sincerely. “Got caught up in somethin’ big.”  

It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s finally in front of you, within arms’ reach. You shake any residual negativity from your mind and step closer, bringing your hands to Boothill’s waist. He leans into your touch instinctively, though you know he can’t feel it, and holds your shoulders gently in turn. 

“Well, at least you’re home now.” 

He hums in agreement, pressing his lips to your forehead. It’s warm in comparison to the metallic chill of his hands, part of the only stretch of flesh he has left. For a moment, he simply lingers there, basking in your presence. 

You wonder how he’s felt in the months you’ve spent apart. 

No matter how you’d missed him, at least you had the comfort of your home and friends. He’s been alone out there, in danger out there. The thought has you subconciously grasping onto him tighter, snaking your arms up to embrace him more completely, to anchor your hands into the hem of his cropped jacket. 

Boothill brings a hand to your chin to tilt your head up, before giving you the sweetest smile you think you’ve ever seen on him. It spills from his lips to the corners of his eyes, deep crow’s feet oozing with contentment. 

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted you right here like this,” he confesses earnestly, leaning in until your nose brushes against his. “Those fudgers kept me away far too long.” 

You can’t help but giggle at the censored profanity. Clearly he still hadn’t been able to fix his synesthesia beacon on his travels. 

“Those fudgers- ” you tease lightly, releasing one of your hands to trace along his abdomen- “can’t get to you anymore.” 

“Damn right they can’t,” Boothill laughs, pinching at your cheek in retaliation. “Not after I put a bullet in ‘em.” 

“Boy, you sure know how to flirt.” A giggle escapes you as you wriggle away from his hand, only to end up with him grasping your hips and pinning you against him. 

You bring your own hands to his chest, smoothing down the fabric of his jacket. Your thumb lingers along the little golden medallions pinned to the left breast, admiring the way they glitter in the light. 

“I must be good at it, if I’ve nabbed a sweet little thing like you,” Boothill simpers, emphasising his words with a gentle prod to your nose. You almost hate how effective it is, how if you had any less self-control it might have made you fall weak at the knees. 

His adornments clink as you twist your fist into his jacket, yanking him so that your chests bump together. 

“If you’re so good at it, how come you aren’t kissing me yet?” 

There’s no need to tell Boothill twice, as he closes the distance between you in an instant. 

Adrenaline spikes through your veins and you weave your fingers into his hair. It’s tangled and definitely hasn’t seen water for a few days, but you can’t care less in the moment. You simply need to hold him however you can, to ground yourself against his body. 

He’s on you like a man starved, sharp teeth grazing your lips with every feverish kiss. You find it hard to forget how far removed from humanity Boothill has become in moments like these, but it does little to deter you as he squeezes into your hips and you kiss him harder in response. 

All that matters is that he is here with you, and you are kissing him. 

That alone makes everything right with the world. 

[mythophosfox]

Hyperfixation is so bad that you create an oc with an entire backstory, lore, move set, family tree, intricate relationship and a character analysis.

[mythophosfox]

Hunter!Blade x Prey!Reader

Word Count͟͟͞͞➳❥ 5.1k (One-Shot)

Reader is gender-neutral!AFAB// Not proofread // NSFW !!

A/N͟͟͞͞➳❥English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar errors. I've put my best into writing coherent NSFW scenes. Also, this took me way too long so I apologize. My depression will pay for the damages./j

Cw ➳❥ Possible OOC, Blade being mean, Blade being scary, Dubcon/srs, choking, airplay, rough sex, PnV, Cunnilingus, (barely) blowjob, violence, biting, manhandling, tense situations, mentions of breasts, fear, fingering, kissing, forced kiss, Again DUBCON/srs, kinda soft at the end, ass- slapping, hair pulling, Reader is nicknamed: bunny, licking, marking, bruising.

Summary ➳❥ Blade is having a bad day. Even though you know you shouldn't, you decide to poke him around since you miss his company. Unfortunately for you, he's not willing to let you off without teaching you a lesson.

No one but you would be brave or stupid enough to poke around Blade on a bad day. The man woke up on the wrong side of the bed and decided that he was going to ignore anything and everything in his path. He even destroyed one too many training dummies, with blood lust in his eyes. You just decided that very same day to want as much attention as possible.

You and Blade were close. Well…closer to him than anyone could be really. No one knew how Blade could handle your endless speeches or your general aloof personality, but it somehow worked. On his side, he finds you annoying, but enlightening to be around. You always end up telling him something new every time you talk to him. Even though you only get a groan or a hum in return, he does appreciate your irritating company. Although, he’d never admit to enjoying your company, nor will he admit he’d want more. 

Unfortunately, today was not a day for new discoveries or joyful blabber. Blade was irritated beyond belief, his mind darkened by a few rogue memories. Both Silver Wolf and Kafka tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen. You were missing your stone-faced man and you wanted to see him now. You should have listened to your teammates. You entered the training room where you were welcomed by a few decapitated dummies. If Blade wasn’t in the room, you’d think the dummies were victims of a rogue beast on board. You Look at Blade, who hasn’t noticed you. His breathing is herathic, warm and threatening. He wasn’t wearing his shirt, only wearing his trousers and the loosened bandages on his scars. You felt your cheek warm up slightly at the sight. You close the door behind you. It makes an audible click noise, which causes Blade to turn around quickly toward you with those red-piercing eyes. His gaze could cut through you if it could. When he notices that it’s just you, he relaxes slightly, vexation on his features.

- ‘’ Leave.’’ He groans with a sigh. Evidently, Blade did not want to deal with you today. 

-’’ I heard you had a hell of a day today, huh?’’ You answer with a smirk on your lips.

He turned to face his back at you as you completely ignored his demand for solitude. A deep hum escapes his throat, irritated at your playfulness. You approach him, placing a finger on the crook of his toned back. He barely flinches from the touch. 

-’’  I’ve been lonely all day, without you to poke around.’’ You whine with a smile. 

You drag your finger up his shoulder blades. The angered man stays silent as his body stiffens under your finger. Blade clenches his teeth together, trying not to be harsh on you. He truly just wished you’d leave him alone, but you won’t. 

-’’ y/n, Leave. I’m warning you.’’ He grumbles in between his teeth.

-’’ Always a man of many words…’’ You exclaim sarcastically with a pout. 

Blade turns his head towards you, shooting you a menacing glare. You’re really pushing his buttons today or all day. He observes your pouty expression, wanting nothing else but to wipe it off your face. You had to raise your head to look back at him. You return his gaze with a cheeky grin.

-’’ C’mon Bladie, don’t you wanna spend time with your favourite companion?’’ You tease with a drawn-out whine. You move your hand to his bicep, squeezing it softly.

Blade finally faces you, freeing himself from your touch and gripping your wrist forcefully. You wince at the firm grip. It’s not enough to hurt you, just enough for you to be unable to free yourself. You would be lying if you said the sudden gestures didn’t startle you. You choke a squeal as the man lowers his body towards you, his hair caressing your shoulder. His eyes are piercing daggers into yours. He’s visibly irritated. You’ve poked the bear too many times. The sight both terrifies you and turns you on at the same time. Wait, no, you shouldn’t find this enticing in the slightest, but your stomach churns at the way he’s staring you down.

-’’ Leave. Leave me be or I swear on Elio-’’ He barks silently over you, his mouth close enough for you to feel his steaming breath. It dares you to push your luck. 

-’’ What are you gonna do about it?’’ You whispered childishly, your eyes never leaving his. 

Blades pupils thinned, making your stomach churn in fear this time. Your smile dropped, realizing your mistake too late. He looked animalistic, his eyes devouring you from the inside out. 

-’’ You want my attention so bad.’’ He groaned lowly causing your heart to palpitate.

You were still determining if it was an affirmation or a question. You gulp dryly, trying to keep your cool. You give him a firm look, faking your confidence as you shiver at his sudden animosity.

-’’ Maybe I do.’’ 

Blade’s eyes furrow angrily. He pulls you in harshly against him. He buries his face in the crock on your neck inhaling the scent of your perfume, intoxicating his senses. Your cheeks flush from the out-of-character behaviour he’s exhibiting. He grazes his teeth on your skin, stealing a gasp from you. Once he’s done calibrating, he throws you towards the exit door. You let out a squeal, holding your wrist to look at the possible damage. Thankfully no harm was done. You look back at Blade, ready to scold him for throwing you like that. You didn’t have time to convey anything though, as you witnessed Blade slowly and calmly remove the sheath of his sword off his waist. The sheath and sword drop on the floor, clanking loudly. Blade looks at you with a scary look in his eyes. A sudden panic washes on you. You stand there helplessly like a deer in headlights. He towers over you, menacingly. 

‘’10’’ He starts counting. ‘’Wha-’’ you exclaim, fear in your voice. ‘’9’’ He’s kidding, right? 

‘’8’’ 

‘’Blade – stop. You’re scaring me.’’ You wail, your hand reaching cautiously behind you to grab the door handle. 

‘’Se–ven’’ He chimes. 

He’s not fooling around. You fucked up. Run. Run. Run! 

You slam open the door, running out of the room as fast as you can. As you run for your life, blade lets out a sadistic chuckle. 

.. 

You find yourself scurrying through the stellaron base, desperately looking for a hiding spot. You’ve been chased for a while now. You tried running to Kafka or Silver Wolf for help, but the pair seemed to have gone outside—just your luck. You stall your running for a few, catching your breath with sharp heavy inhales. You hear crashing noises behind you, you snap your head behind you. You could feel him close. His slow, calculated steps resonated with the tapping of his shoes through the empty base. You had to find a hiding spot, now! You continue your run, heading towards the back of the base. 

Blade walks silently, his hair swaying from his shoulders messily. He follows your scent, the perfume you unknowingly drive him insane with. Every time he’s next to you, it smells so fucking good. The thrills of chasing you around like a famished beast fuel his veins and make his saliva taste sweet. Sweet, sweet like your flesh into between his canines and claws. As he walks through the common area of the base, he scrutinizes every single crevice of the room. He grabs one of the benches and turns it upside-down with force. The furniture crashes on the floor. It doesn’t matter if you hear anything. Let it be known, you will be found. You will be tired of running soon, you will have to find somewhere to hide, but your scent is so strong. He’ll find you, and he’ll give you the attention you oh so desire. Blade couldn’t care less about the mess he’s causing. Damn, anything else but his need to put you in your place. He smiles carnivorously, blood lust glowing in his eyes. 

-’’ Come out, come out, wherever you are….Bunny ~’’ 

You find yourself in the storage room. You’ve closed the door behind you as silently as you could muster. The door barely clicks. There is no lock, dammit, but you can’t get out now. It would be too dangerous. You look around the storage. Piles of boxes and stored furniture are piled on top of each other. You finagle your way through the objects. You find a desk, with a space under it. You suddenly get an idea, but you need to hurry. The noises of destruction and Blade’s shoes are approaching. You rummage through the boxes, hoping to find some type of cover. You find an old bed cover. It’s big enough to cover the space under the desk from the front. You take a heavy box and place it over the desk. You spread the bed cover over the desk, covering your perfect hiding hole. You replace the box to secure it in place. 

Blade has been looking in every room, turning furniture and ripping everything apart to find you. His breath was now herathic, but you wouldn’t be able to tell. He kept following your scent, the anticipation resonating throughout his body, lining his scars and tingling his arousal. Fuck, you know how to rile him up. His nails screech on the surface of the wall. He peeks under and behind the pieces of furniture in the corridors, inhaling sharply. Blade’s attention is peaked when he hears a distant, soft-click sound. - ‘’ There you are.’’ He purrs seductively, a hint of power in his voice. 

You barely had time to admire your creation before the sudden rattling of the door handle snapped you out of it. You gasp in fear, immediately crouching to slither your way inside the hiding space. He stood in front of the door for a while. You hope he’ll walk past, but that hope shatters when he knocks softly three times. -’’ y/n…y/n?’’ He purrs, the words laced with potent bloodlust on his tongue. He knocks thrice again. 

You put your hand on your mouth, muffling your breath. Your insides clench at the idea of him catching you. You try to shake away those thoughts, but a twisted part of you wants him to find you. Your core becomes humid when you hear the doorknob turn and the door open with a squeak.

-’’ Bunny ~ Where are you…’’ He purrs loudly. 

His words bring shivers down your spine, cold sweat forming all around your body. His new-found nickname for you makes your thighs pulsate pathetically.

-’’ I thought you wanted my company.’’ He chimes, faking disappointment as he pushes a box of its place. 

The box collapses loudly on the ground. The bang makes you jump in place, as you press your hand on your mouth harder, avoiding a squeal to escape. You can hear him wreaking havoc in the room. You see his shadow pass your hiding space. Your core tenses up as your body shakes in fear. The noises of carnage cease. You wait painfully as his presence remains in the room. You hear footsteps walking towards the door. Then, the door closes with a loud clicking sound. You wait, silence taking over the room. You’re free. You remove your hands from your mouth and take a deep sigh of relief. You’re safe now hoping that the other members of the stellaron crew come back soon. 

Barely after finishing those thoughts, the bed cover is tugged harshly off of your hiding hole. You gasp in horror, now face to face with Blade. His shining red eyes pierced lustfully inside of yours. He rapidly grabs your ankle. 

-’’ Found you.’’ He growls. 

You scream as he pulls you by your ankle. Your back slams on the ground, causing you to skip a breath. The man pins you on the ground, topping you menacingly. Your core clenches unto nothing at the view you get. His hair falls gracefully on you. You're both breathing heavily, observing each other with your respective emotions. You, fear and anticipation. Him, rage and lust. 

You try to wiggle your way out from under him, but he grabs your hand and pins him beside you. His actions cause your core to feel hotter by the minute. His body is flushed and sweaty from the carnage. He suddenly presses a knee right on your cunt, causing you to gasp as he hurriedly buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

-’’ You wanted my attention, your wish is my command.’’ He groans next to your ear. His warm breath caresses your skin, making your thighs tighten. 

Blade chuckles madly before he digs in. He starts to sloppily lick and bite your skin like an unsatiated animal. His free arm grabs your back to hold you closer. His teeth sink into your skin, but not enough to draw blood from you. His lust builds and you mewl at the wet sensations of his feast. Those marks will be visible for a while. Your underwear starts to feel sticky and cold. Like a caught animal you try to push him away, to run, but it's useless against his grip. Blade takes his time, biting harshly before licking the spot as twisted comfort. After a while you stop resisting, simply digging your nails into his back, moaning pathetically in his ear. 

Blade eventually lets go of your back, raising himself from your body. Your expression is glazed over. You’d be lying if you said you hated what was happening. You’re fear and lust mix into desire. Blade licks his lips, enjoying the remnants of your taste off his tongue. You squirm under his frame, causing your cunt to rub on his knee further. You choke a whine. You feel Blade’s hands on your chest, you observe in a daze, unaware of his next move. With sheer force, Blade rips the clothes off your chest. Your eyes widen, as gaps escape your lips. Your chest bounces crudely. Blade reaches the back of your bra, ripping the straps apart. He reaches the front part with his teeth, pulling your bra off of you before throwing it away on the side with his mouth. His gaze observes the view he’s made for himself, a cruel smile on his face. He places his hand on your bare stomach, dragging it slowly between your breasts with his fingernails grazing your skin. You shiver from the sharp sensation.

-’’ Oh?’’ He mocks you with a grin. ‘’ Bunny’s not so tough now, are they?’’ 

His purr was only met with a whimper. He laughs darkly.

-’’ Don’t worry, I’m not done playing with you, yet’’ He growls deeply, making your core clench in arousal.

He grabs your breast with force. A moan escapes your lips as he starts sucking on your nipple in between his fingers. You squirm under him, your cunt rubbing back and forth on his knee once more. He flicks his tongue on the hardened bud before bitting around the areola. You gasp at the sting of his teeth on the soft area. You feel a grin form on his lips. He lets go of your breast with a pop. His teeth marked the soft skin. He observes you underneath him while licking his lips. The way you squirm beneath him, helpless and at his mercy. Everything about him at this moment makes you shudder in fear and anticipation. His red eyes trailed all over your pathetic display.

-’’ Blade, I-’’ You try to mutter, but your breath is cut off with his hand around your neck. You gasp as he presses his fingers around your throat, cutting your circulation enough for you to feel dizzy. 

-’’ Silence.’’ 

Your hands instinctively try to pry his hand off your neck. You thrash under him, desperately trying to pull his hand away. His grip was tense, unmoving. You could almost see his veins through his scarred and blistered skin. You beg for your life as you choke on air. Your eyes become glazed, drool forming in the corner of your mouth. Blade’s gaze never left you, a satisfied grin on his face. He relished in watching you becoming bleak under him. He presses his now-moist knee flush on your cunt, causing you to gurgle a moan in your state. Just as your thrashing becomes weak and your eyes roll back, he removes his hand.

You inhale the musk-filled air sharply, filling your lungs with much-needed oxygen. You don’t have the time to regain your senses before Blade places his lips on yours with force. His kiss is hungry, full of force. It devours you, exploring every part of your mouth. His fang graze your lips from time to time, making you squeal in between the kiss. Blade can’t contain himself any longer, groaning ferociously as he twists his tongue with yours. You’re running out of air by the time he pulls back, a line of saliva still connecting you both. You gasp loudly, panting like a dog as you try to catch your breath. The expression on your face turns him on. You have no idea how badly he wanted to make you learn your lesson. His chest squeezes at the sight, an unfamiliar feeling flooding him. You already look like you’re mind has melted, with your chest out for everyone to see and your increasingly soaked bottoms. Your glazed gaze never leaves his, mind and vision blurry from the actions from before. If it wasn’t for your state, you could’ve noticed the tent forming in his trousers.

-’’ This is your last warning. Go and leave me alone, or stay and pay the consequences.’’ He growls deeply, leaving you a chance to make up your mind. 

You stare at him, trying to formulate a coherent thought in your mind. He doesn’t move, waiting patiently despite his scattered breaths and the growing tension in his boxers. His expression doesn’t falter from the lustful beats he’s been playing. Saying that you didn’t want this would be a lie, and even if you felt terrified, like a prey cornered by their predator, you felt a longing need for him. After a while, you raise your arms towards him, as if asking for a hug. Your hand reaches his cheek, sliding your thumb across it softly. Blade smirks widely, this was the confirmation he needed. There’s no stopping now. 

Blade grips your hips, digging his nails into your skin, denting your flesh with force. You yelp as he starts ripping your bottoms off of you. Your bottoms have quickly shredded apart, only leaving your panties covering your cunt. You feel Blade’s palm press on your chest. 

-’’ Stay.’’ He orders. 

You tense up, obeying his orders diligently. You try your best not to squirm as he traces his fingers down to your core. His fingers find their way to your aroused clit, squeezing it between them slightly. You choke a mewl, holding the urge to spread your thighs. Blade chuckles deeply before lowering himself towards your cunt. His hot breath envelops your pussy, driving you insane. He bares his teeth and you shudder, but instead of biting you, he takes hold of your panties, dragging them off of you. His hand guides your legs up from the back of your thighs. The panties fall on the floor, darkened from the wetness in between your legs. Blade takes a bite of your calve, making you gasp. He shoots a lustful glare at you. You expected him to top you again and to make you his, but that thought dissipated as he pulled you closer to him by your ass. 

Blade is now on his knees, holding your hips to his face. Your lower back is pressed on his chest, your body curved upwards. Your legs end up wrapping themselves around his shoulders. Your cunt presented on a silver just for him. You can feel the warmth of his breath smothering your folds. You hide your face with your hands, spreading some fingers to still see his expression towards you. Your inside tries to cling to air, the emptiness you feel forcing you to shudder in desperation. You whimper in embarrassment as Blade teases you with a few blows on your pulsating clit. He grins darkly, enjoying both the view and the state he’s put you in. One of his arms holds you firmly, wrapping it around your hips. His other hand takes hold of your thigh, griping it with force. He spread it further, revealing more of yourself to him before biting the inner of your thigh. His eyes flash a red hue when you wail at the sensation of his fangs. He settles the bite, licking the visible markings on your flesh. He rests his head on the inner of your thigh, facing you with a threatening expression. 

-’’ I’m going to devour you.’’ 

You shiver, his voice resonating and vibrating your expose cunt. He chuckles, Dragging his finger to your soaked folds. His finger presses his calloused finger on the middle of your core, teasing you as he rubs it up and down. You squirm within his hold of you. You whine, tears of desperation forming in the corner of your eyes. He uses his index and middle finger to spread your pussy, revealing your exposed hole. You pant, revelling in anticipation. His quick moment of softness ends as he dives his tongue inside of you, eating you out like a hungered animal.

You let out a mewl, your cunt clenching around his tongue. You feel him slurping your inside as deep as he can. He fucks you with his tongue, pushing it in and out, collecting your fluids on his tongue before shoving them back inside of you. Your legs start to give out and shutter increasingly. Your mind starts to fog at the stimulation. His nose poke at your clit by proxy, causing you to let you choked moans. Blade pulls out from your hole, liquids dripping out. Your hips twitch. He chuckles, amused and turned on by your pathetic display. His thumb caresses your clit, making you moan with each stroke, before kissing and lapping it with ferocity. You let out a shaky moan, pulling your head back. Your vision becomes foggy, and your legs spread by themselves in need of something more. Blade rewards your eagerness by shoving two of his calloused fingers inside of you. The sensation of his rough skin inside you is enough for a knot to tighten inside of you. Your inside clenches on his fingers, pleading for them to stay in. He spreads his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out with a curve, hitting right under your G-spot. You moan in between heavy breaths, shaking and already fucked-out by his fingers. You can feel his smirk on your clit as he eagerly sucks on it with rhythm. The pace of his finger fastened, bullying your G-spot, making the knot inside of you about to burst in pleasure. 

You babbler nonsense, pleading and begging Blade to just get it over it. Your lips call out his name in scattered, breathy moans. His gaze lingers on you as he laps your clits a few more times. Your hand ended up grabbing the cloth on his knees, your legs failing to push him closer to your cunt. Your core clenches with force, ready to explode from arousal. At that moment, Blade rips his finger out of you. You let out a cry, tears of frustration falling down the sides of your face.

-’’ No, no no no, please, Bla-’’ You plea. 

Blade slaps your cunt with the palm of his hand, making you cry out. He’s not done with you. Not until he gets what he wants, stuffing you like his own personal toy. He bites your other thigh, leaving a mark before kissing it. His eyes are still sharp, in control. He licks his lips, chin covered with your juices. A filthy display, hot enough to be desperate for him. He grabs your legs and settles you down on the floor, avoiding hurting you.

-’’ Get on all fours, bunny, now.’’ He growls.

He watches you raise yourself with your elbows, fluids dripping on the floor from your juicy cunt. You obey him, eyes glazed over. You place yourself on your knees in front of him. He towers over you, the red hue of his eyes piercing through your melted gaze. He places his hand on your head, pushing it down towards his covered crotch. You’re forced ass up, only a few centimetres away from the tent his member has been forming. You smell his musk, the arousal he’s been holding inside since the beginning. You see it twitch every few seconds, begging for release. Drool pools in your mouth.  

-’’ Stay still, and don’t speak.’’ She barks, removing his hand from your hair. 

His hands struggle with the buttons of his trousers, zipping down the opening to reveal boxers sticky from pre-cum. His thumbs slide under the band of his boxers, pulling it down. His cock practically bounced out of his underwear. Your cunt squeezes at the view, causing some of the fluid to drip on the floor. Blade groans a sigh from the release.

You widen your eyes at his erect length if it wasn’t for the order you’d be begging for him to take you. Blade seems to notice your silent pleas. He chuckles, grabbing your hair harshly to push your cheek flush on his cock. It twitches, a drop of pre-cum dripping from the tip. He lifts your chin towards him, making sure your eyes are on him. 

-’’ Clean it.’’ He orders. He lets go of you roughly. 

You don’t nod nor do you reply with a noise. Instead, you put your head low and begin your job. You lap his dick from the base to his tip. You suck the tip, cleaning any pre-cum that would be lingering on it. Blade observes you with a hardened look, only letting out deep groans. You don’t get to do this for long as he grabs your face and forces a kiss onto you. This time you immediately melt unto him, letting him do as he pleases with your mouth. As he kisses you roughly, you feel his cock twitching against your breasts. He pulls out of the kiss, forcing your face away.

‘’Good job, bunny.’’ He purrs. 

Suddenly he turns you around, catching you off guard as he forces your upper body against the floor. His hand grabs your hair, pulling it enough for you to arch your back. You don’t have time to make a peep before he rubs your soaked cunt with his cock. You pant as the feeling of his member teasing your hole. It clenches desperately. You tried pleading for him to fuck you, but it was met with a slap on your ass. It stung, dragging a low whine out of you. Blade massages the ass-cheek, before slapping it once more. It was harder than the last, which made you moan a cry. Your cunt becomes sloppy and his member rubs on yours. As a warning, Blade slaps his cock on your folds before slamming his member into you in one swift motion. The sudden fullness makes you mewl in ecstasy. He leaves no time for you to adjust, pumping his dick in and out of you. You’re quickly unable to form simple thoughts, being railed silly. The sounds of your moans and the sounds of slapping skin echo throughout the room. His roughness already caused a ring of milky filth around the base of his cock. Every few strokes, you would hear him grunt, causing your inside to clench oh so nicely around him. You can already feel the knot inside of you growing tighter like before. You moan and babble pathetically. It’s almost incoherent apart from his name and pleas of fucking you harder. 

Your wish is granted when Blade drags your body upwards by your hair. Your back is now flushed against his bandages and sweaty chest. One of his hands plays with your breast, keeping you close to him as he pumps inside you mercilessly. The other hand wraps itself around your neck, cutting off your circulation once more, just enough for you to lose your senses, feeling your high more and more as he kisses your cervix with his tip. He bites the crook of your beck, feeling his high. He growls in your ear. 

-’’ Learned your lesson, bunny?’’ He pants in between thrusts. It feels so– so good. 

You nod, wanting nothing more than to cum all over his cock. He forces you to look at him with the hand around your neck.

‘’ Use your words.’’ He purrs, a low moan escaping him, close to his release. His eyes pierce through you, making you shiver under its authority. 

‘’Yes!, yes- ah- Learned. I learned-’’ You moan back. 

Blade grins, slamming his cock inside you with deep strokes, almost hitting your cervix. You can almost see stars. 

‘’Good, that’s a very good bunny.’’ He clenches his teeth, feeling your cunt spasming at the praise. 

The hand around your breast let’s go. His palms slide down your stomach to rub his thumb in a circular motion on your clit. You throw your head back, moaning in his ear. The knot inside you feels like it’s about to snap. Your legs are on the verge of giving out, shaking violently as Blade fucks you senseless. Your body feels fuzzy, hot and weightless. Suddenly, the knot inside of you finally breaks. 

-’’ Blade! I- Fuck!’’ You spasm, coming on Blade’s length as you moan his name. 

Blade grunts, grinding his cock inside your walls, holding you so that you don’t collapse on the floor. When your high passes, he thrusts inside you a few more times before pulling out of you. Fluids squirt out of your cunt, forming a pool on the ground. He rubs his length against the space between your thighs. With a quick swear his seed releases on the floor in front of you. He pants in the crook of your neck, a few low moans escaping his lips as he kisses your skin. 

You both stand there for a moment, your heavy breaths resonating in the storage room. Blade's hand reaches for your face, pulling you into a kiss. It’s softer than all the other ones. He stares into your glazed eyes, strangely soft for someone like him. A smirk appears on his face. 

‘’I’m not done with you.’’

Tags ➳❥ @boomie-123 , @1wickedwitch1 , @bisexuawolfsalt

End note ➳❥ Thank you for being patient! I'm really slow when it comes to writing NSFW, but hopefully, you'll find it worth it.

[mythophosfox]

One-shot plans

Hello!

First I apologize that the Hunter!Blade x Prey!Reader is taking so long ;-; . Life throws shit at you, but I'll do my best to finish it this week.

In the meantime, here are my plans for future fanfictions!

AU! Blade X !Princess Reader ( One-Shot request)

Bereavement ( Tartaglia x Oc x Wanderer, slow burn)

Chapter 3 of '' The Darkness Inside of you''

Dr.Ratio x Reader (fluff, softcore nsfw)

My Requests are still open!

[mythophosfox]

It's valentines!

Not my usual content

Happy Valentine to all of you!

To the couples

to the poly-couples

to the families

to the people who love themselves

to the people who are working on loving themselves

to the friends

to the queerplatonics

to the AroAces who simply love platonically

On this day you get something extra special. Take care of others and yourself. Love is always inside you in any shape or form. Learn to culture it for more than one day.

Happy valentines to my beloved partners

Life is simply not the same without you <3

[mythophosfox]

Hunter!Blade x Prey!Reader (Preview)

Blades pupils thinned, making your stomach churn in fear this time. Your smile dropped, realizing your mistake too late. He looked animalistic, his eyes devouring you from the inside out.  -’’ You want my attention so bad.’’ He groaned lowly causing your heart to palpitate. You were unsure if it was an affirmation or a question. You gulp dryly, trying to keep your cool. You give him a firm look, faking your confidence as you shiver at his sudden animosity. -’’ Maybe I do.’’ 

Release date ➳❥ 02/12 or 02/15 (will be busy for a holiday)

A/N ➳❥ The reader will be gender-neutral!Afab and a member of the stellaron hunters. Pre-established close friendship with Blade.

If you wish to be tagged when the whole One-shot comes out, ask me in the comments.

[mythophosfox]

391 VOTES!?!? Oh My God, Where did you guys come from!?

Anyways, Hunter!Blade x Pray!Reader Wins!

Reader will be Gender-neutral !Afab. Expect a sneak peak in the upcoming days.

If you want to be in a tag list, comment your tag bellow!

Which would you want first?

If you have any more ideas feel free to send them in my inbox!

[mythophosfox]

Which would you want first?

If you have any more ideas feel free to send them in my inbox!

[mythophosfox]

Blade x Abundance!reader

Word Count͟͟͞͞➳❥ 1.9k (One-Shot)

Reader is gender neutral // Not proofread

A/N͟͟͞͞➳❥English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar errors. The reader follows the path of abundance, and their origins can be up to interpretation. Have fun imagining yourself a backstory ;). This is more or less a test for a concept I've boiled up in my brain.

Cw ➳❥ Possible OOC, Mild body Horror, abrupt ending, illness, mention of pain, Soft, wholesome, SFW, vague on purpose.

Summary ➳❥ Blade meets you, a follower of the abundance, during one of his Mara crises. You heal him and leave leaving only your name. Who are you, he ponders. Once he finds himself desperate, he whispers your name.

Blade sat on the floor,  hidden inside an abandoned merchant stall on the Loafu—his body tenses, the mara ever so threateningly consuming his mind. He hisses at the pain, holding back a groan from the intoxicating pain. Unable to move, run, or call Kafka for help. In these moments, even he couldn't help but to feel desperation. Maybe it’ll finally eat him alive this time, letting him meet his long-awaited end. His eyes closed. Corrupted memories and faded voices calling to him, a stabbing pain piercing the remains of his bruised lonely heart. Only the hope of death lay dryly on his tongue. Blade felt joy as his conscience faded into the dark, his body limping on the floor.

Blade could only hear the ringing in his ears until the thumping of footsteps appeared close to him. A light hand places itself on his shoulder. The unsupportable pain starts to vanish from his body, spreading from the singular light touch. The memories fade, freeing him from their strain. Blade lifts his head in a daze, vision foggy from his symptoms. He sees someone crouched next to him, their hand still placed on his shoulder. The person smiles at him softly. Throughout his body, gladioli buds start to sprout. The sprouts grow on his scars, lessening their pain. His mara calms, freeing his mind to think clearly again. The fog in his eyes dissipates, now able to see you fully. He suddenly winces out of your touch, backing away from you with sharp threatening eyes. You quickly bring your hand back to yourself. 

-’’ My apologies, I mean no harm.’’ You spurt out, attempting to calm him. 

Blade only stares at you with intensity, his face back to a neutral state.  A  deep groan escapes his lips. He considered knocking you out, unwilling to uselessly harm someone for an escape, but he quickly realized how dissipated his mara felt. His eyes widen, witnessing the bourgeons and flowers spread around his torn muscles. How did you-- Abundance? Even so- how was it so effective? His gaze wanders back to you as you innocently stare back.

-’’ You should be feeling better for a few.’’ You chirped softly, standing back up on your feet. ‘’ I need to move, Good day.’’ 

-’’ Wait!’’ 

As you turn your back, Blade mindlessly takes hold of your wrist. You turn back, surprised by the man’s sudden outburst. Blade didn’t know what he was doing, maybe he was losing his mind even more. His grip loosens, but you don’t pull your hand back.

-’’ How-’’ He shuddered. -’’ y/n’’ 

His mouth is agape as you cut him off. He quickly swallows his tongue. 

-’’ If you ever need me again, call my name.’’ You state as if it was a simple fact. 

You free yourself from his grip gently before walking away from the premises, disappearing within the simulated horizon of the Loafu. Blade watches your figure disappear, his normal expression back on his face. He didn’t know you, nor did he care about you. He was simply lucky, and you were foolish. Why would he ever remember your name?   

…

Weeks later, Blade lays in his bed at the stellaron hunter’s base. His mara is acting up, making him twist and turn on his futon. His covers are thrown off the futon as his body feels too hot to sustain it. He finally lays on his back, exhausted and restless. He breathes heavily, sweat sliding off his muscles, wetting his bandaged chest. It stings, leaving him breathless for only a moment every few seconds. His trousers are drenched, sticking uncomfortably on his legs. His eyes blur as he stares at the ceiling. Memories flood his weakened mind, making him clench his fists until his fingernails pierce through his skin. The pain is unbearable, consuming him once more like it always was. Groans escapes his lips every few minutes, unable to control the debilitating feeling throughout his ill body. As Blade feels his consciousness fade, something flashes in his mind. A recent memory, a word, a name. He fought the need to say it. His pride unwilling to do something so pathetic. A sudden sting causes him to groan loudly as he barred his teeth in thin air. Dammit, dammit it all.

-’’y/n…y/n…’’ 

Blade felt pitiful, gasping your name out of his burning throat. Nothing answered to him apart from the echo of his pleas. Of course, you won’t come. You were in the Loafu after all, and he was lightyears away from you. He so stupidly kept calling your name, desperate from the mara. Against his pride and his better judgment, he couldn’t help but call out your name silently. He frowns in frustration. 

-‘’y/n…y/n!’’ He barely screamed that last one, but nothing. Not you or the relief will ever arrive. He closes his eyes, exhausted and in pain. Maybe- just maybe, something could deliver him from this never-ending curse. 

The air suddenly feels fresher. Blade noticed that his futon seemed to have changed…texture? He quickly realizes that his pain is suddenly numbed. Although still present, it’s barrable. His eyes shot open, greeted by a light blue sky. His eyes widen, feeling a cool breeze all over his body. What in the? He sits up, touching his bandages and chest confused. Was this a dream? The afterlife? His body feels fuzzy as if ants were crawling beneath his skin. He looks around the plains surrounding him. 

A vast field of gladiolus bloomed before him, showing their diverse and saturated colours. The field seems to be endless, crossing the horizon. It sways in unison as a breeze traverses the blooming flowers.

Blade finds the force to stand up, holding his arm with his hand. Although he’s able to walk, the fuzzy feeling forces him to limp softly on the pillowy grass. Was this death? He looks down at the imprint of his body on the flattened flowers. Would a dream be this detailed? Without a thought and without a destination, Blade starts walking weakly in any direction. He leaves behind him a trail of red spider lilies, new flowers blooming at his every step. It feels like hours as he aimlessly wanders inside the never-ending plains. Finally, he sees what looks like a small cabin. He furrows his eyebrows, both happy and cautious of such a finding. As he approaches he smells something in the distance, sweets. The field opens up to a clearing. Between him and the house a few meters away, lays a picnic blanket with pastries arranged elegantly on its surface. On the edge of the blanket, there you are, sitting peacefully with a cup of tea in your hands. Blade’s eyes widen in disbelief. It’s you. He approaches you with more hurry than before.

You enjoy your favourite blend of tea, humming delightfully to yourself. You feel the presence you’ve been waiting for you. You turn your head towards the figure. You watch silently as Blade slowly approaches you. He stops in his tracks, leaving some distance between the two of you.

-’’ You–You’re here.’’ He exhales.

-’’ You called.’’ You answer simply.

The warrior studies you, desperately trying to find anything suspicious about any of this, but all he felt was confusion. You give him a soft smile, aware of the questions he might have. Unknown to him, you weren’t going to answer any of his questions.

-’’ Where–’’ He tries to ask, but you cut him off as easily as last time. 

-’’ Come, Join me. Have a seat.’’ You invite him. Your voice is soft and calming, which bothers Blade. 

Nonetheless, he closes his distance and sits next to you. He feels awkward, and not used to interacting with strangers. His walls are still up towards you. After all, you barely knew each other. You tap your lap softly, inviting him to rest his head on top of it. His eyes widen as he gives you a glare. You stare back, unbothered. 

-’’ You look pained, I can fix that…’’ You whisper you’re voice honeyed, inviting him further.

Blade scoffs at the absurdity of this entire situation. First, he wakes up in an unknown field, then he rests on your lap? He might as well go with it. Blade shifts the weight of his body, his back facing you before he reluctantly places his head on your thighs. You chuckle, gently putting a hand through his hair. The man closes his eyes at the touch, furrowing. The gazing of your fingers on his scalp suddenly felt like heaven. The feeling spread all over his face, causing a sharp exhale to escape his nostrils. As your right-hand plays softly with his hair, your left-hand descends carefully down his bandaged chest. The buzzing in his body ceases once your finger traces his skin. He feels calm and at peace. A feeling he never thought he could ever experience. His expression relaxes for the first time in years. For once, like the last time he saw you, his body feels empty, light, and devoid of ill. The tingle of your fingers tracing his scars through the bandages gives him goosebumps. Quick gaps escaped his lips. If he knew what it meant, he’d say it’d feel like euphoria. By now, his entire body felt weightless. He pressed his head on your stomach, enjoying this feeling with water in his eyes. You giggle softly, proud of your healing work.

-’’ We can stop now if you wish to.’’ You calmly propose, removing your hand from his hair. It’s interrupted by his hand grabbing yours. 

-’’ No…Please.’’ He whispers, pleading for your touch. 

-’’ Very well.’’ 

You continue your miracle, tracing the tips of your fingers all over his chest and face. Blade relaxes completely within your grasp. His skin shudders from time to time from the gentleness of your touches. You both spend your time like this for a while. Suddenly, a distant bell chimes across the sky. You look up, disappointment on your face. You look back at the now dozed-off warrior on your lap. You caress his cheek with the back of your hand, walking him up softly.

-’’ I’m afraid our time together is over.’’ You sigh sadly. You were enjoying your time with this stellaron hunter. His calm expression, the peace in his eyes as he flutters them open. The pain you meticulously make vanish. 

-’’ Will I–Ever see you again?’’ Blade asks weakly. He attempts to reach out for your cheek. You stop him, intertwining your hand with his instead. 

-’’ Oh, Blade…’’ You purr. Blade’s eyes widen at the mention of his name. He never told you his name. ‘’ You only have to call my name, remember?’’ 

As you finish your sentence, you lower your head closer. Your soft lips barely graze his before Blade wakes up in a cold sweat. 

     Blade frantically sits up. He’s back in his room. Was it really a dream? He pats around his body, realizing the pain is gone. What just happened. He feels a lingering pressure on his lips. A light blush flushes his cheeks. He hovers his fingers over his lips. When he looks down at his chest he notices gladioli flowers sprouting on his skin. His eyes widen at the sight. He looks around his room. Gladioli blossoms and sprouts are scattered around his floor…

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End note ➳❥ If you guys love the premise, I might make a more serious short-series about this. This has been a fun concept to work with. The mystery behind who the reader is. Idk, let me know! For now I've got more coming in the works :D