#blade x gender neutral reader

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hear me out 💀, it clicked in my head... Sub!Blade camboy, how does that sound to you?

Obviously afab!reader and within the limits of your comfort <3

It sounds amazing, but I wonder what’s the context. Like how, and why, and why, and why…

Sub!Camboy!Blade - headcanons

There is no way he’d be a camboy, unless it was for you

If you desired for him to be that, he would

Would always wear a mask and sunglasses, and most of the content consists of him masturbation while you record

Sometimes he’d sigh especially loud, otherwise wouldn’t say anything

The two of you aren’t doing it for money, just for the thrill and fun

Which is why he wouldn’t stream regularly too, only when he feels like it (aka whenever you want)

All your viewers thought he was a dom, only the minority thought differently

The content he made wasn’t all that perverted, but he looked very attractive, which is why he’d be fairly popular

Those scars are just so sexy man

But suddenly your popularity skyrocketed when you decided to join him once

You just gave him a simple handjob, like what he’d always do on his own, though this time he was melting, squirming and whimpering like the needy princess he was

The opinions on him changed as soon as they heard his cute whines

At first many left, cuz they came for something else, but then your stream exploded

They bombarded the chat with praise and compliments, about how adorable he was, you almost got possessive of him while reading them

This was shocking to say the least, in the end, you decided to show up more often

You’d make him say things like; ‘thank you for the donation’ or ‘please keep watch me become dirty <3’

Blade doesn’t mind doing all this for you, if it makes you happy

Even if it meant exposing himself to the entire world

But he still feels more comfortable with the mask and glasses on, I feel he wouldn’t like showing his entire face, don’t force him pls :<

[shanieveh]

when you know, you know

— the moment the hoyoverse men knew they were in love

For LYNEY, it was the look in your eye. The fascination of it all, widdening at his every surprise. It was beyond the magic, for someone to look like an angel and a fairy at the same time. And when you smiled, your eyes squints and the world found its meaning. He can't help but want to be the only thing he looked at, like he only has eyes for you.

JING YUAN who finally had someone to stay, as both of you laze in early morning dews till the moon rises up once more. As he shares all his thoughts, knowing he wont be judged, as he pours out all his emotion knowing he was heard. It was so easy to know you, like loving you was oxygen to his lungs. You were what he needed, and for that he will try to be all you wanted.

NEUVILLETTE was bound by the chains of law and order, until he was faced with someone quite the opposite. Your carefree nature and rule breaker attitude lightened the everyday burdens, and he learned to live, to breathe, to be. He will gladly break the law for you, if it means to keep your will. Even if it means to break him apart to millions of pieces.

BLADE who finally finds a reason to live—a reason to hope. With a heavy heart that goes on beating, just so he can get to see your face again. How he wished to die, but now... he only wished to be with you. Once red eyes that contained so much fury, became full of love as if it was its only state after all these years. He yearned to protect you, even if it meant not having the release of pain he had always wanted.

WRIOTHESLEY who's finally found his peace and the reason to risk it all in one person. His charming personality turns dishevelled as you walk by. He needs tea, no actually, he needs you. But are both of those things really any different for the duke? At this point, you are the very air he breathes. But as he gawks all about you to a very tired Clorinde and chief justice, all for that one greeting you did last week.

DAN HENG was very secretive towards his past, especially to you. But as you caressed his horns so gently did he only realize what love actually means. How dare he doubt you? As he chooses you over and over again, he was finally content. Even if you won't know of his feelings. Even if it all ends. For you were the only one who freed him like this.

[moonsaver]

Ive been thinking from time to time about yan!blade .

It's very easy to categorize and interpret him as a cruel and tough yandere that doesn't let up for a second – which i dont think is necessarily wrong. However, he seems more on the revering/gentle side to me.

Yan!blade who holds you impossibly close to his chest, nose buried as far as he can into your neck, a relief that takes over his body – the kind that hes terribly scared of, as if he'll fall apart for even a moment. In that short edge where he almost lets up, he holds you gently but crushingly close.

Yan!blade who, never seems to even behave on human rationale when it comes to you. He'll acknowledge your protests, he'll understand your fear and anger and all those stagnant, rotting feelings. And he will coo and drown them out with his own feelings. "My dearest" he says. "My cure" he whispers. "My love", he mumbles, his hand trailing down the bare of your back, the coarseness of it almost sharp. Hot, humid and heavy breathing hitting your bare neck, his eyes scanning your skin thoroughly. They don't miss the flinching of your body, or the goosebumps forming on your skin. He adores it.

Yan!blade, who either dresses you in light, wrapping you in thin dresses, tucking and folding the fabric gently across your flesh, admiring your features softly. Or dressing you in the dark, his hands leaving imprints on every inch, burning your skin, drawing out muffled cries and whining from your throat. His other hand gently wipes away your tears, his voice cooing sweetly at you, but there's always that edge of roughness to his voice that spikes your adrenaline.

Yan!blade, who soaks you gently into the bath, choosing to ignore your concern about his open wounds bleeding into the water. He breathes you in, washes you against him, kissing your nape, neck, shoulders, collarbone, wherever he can reach, lips grazing over previous bruises and marks and bites of all sorts. His teeth only threaten your skin, but he doesn't push past this time. This time. Your eyes can only watch his movements timidly.

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 ♡︎

characters: sub!blade x nb!dom!reader

warnings: fingering, dacryphillia, overstimulation, sensitive virgin bladie <3

notes: a gift for @theblades. can we get an f in the chat for our bestie here because she suffered on the blade banner ✊😔(i did too) also this is more like a drabble tho

hands keeping his legs up and in place, the most cruelest and coldest stellaron hunter couldn’t help but whine and sob deliriously like a common whore as your fingers squelch into his hole again and again. it was bound to happen sooner or later anyways. you’ve been tolerating blade’s annoying ass for too long.

so the least you can get is to see the bastard’s sobbing face as he brokenly pleads for a break♡︎.

angling your fingers so that it would hit his prostate again and again harshly every time your fingers would sink into him, you ignored the immortal’s pleads for a minute of break. to let him breathe properly. to just let himself be able to collect his thoughts even for a fucking second—

“[n-name]! puh-pleaseee!! a… a break! a break pleasheee♡︎♡︎” his voice trails off into a high pitched squeal as his cock lets out another spurt of cum, painting his own stomach white. poor little bladie, can’t even talk properly without tripping over his words or getting his words caught up in a sob.

so fucking pathetic.

just unraveling under you all because he was being a petty bitch. and only by two fingers too.

feeling you add in a third finger into his stretched, lubed up hole, the immortal couldn’t help but keen loudly.

back arching off of the bed so prettily, fat globs of tears rolling down his cheeks over and over like a waterfall, drool slipping past his lips as he lets go of his legs. instead his hands reached out to you. one on your shoulder, the other wrapped around your wrist weakly as if wanting to push you away but not really trying.

“i thought i told you to keep your legs up yourself, bladie” you couldn’t help but growl out, angry at him for failing even a simple task.

hearing the anger in your voice, the stellaron hunter clenches around you like some sort of a harlot. whines and slurred gibberish flowing out of his mouth, probably asking for forgiveness. oh well, not like you were going to give it to him without putting him in his place.

throwing one leg over shoulder, your free hand goes to stroke at his angry red cock to the tempo of your fingers. aeons, were you trying to fucking kill him?

your hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping him easily thanks to the great amount of cum you used from his stomach. fingers stretching him wide open to the point he accidentally mistook your fingers as a cock fucking him open in his lust drunken mind.

“fuCK—! fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck! [n-name]~ puh-pleashe! pleaaaANGH! uhn! uhn!♡︎♡︎“ high pitched squeals and moans resembling a girl’s coming out of his mouth, blade could barely even properly see your grinning face looking down at him with such cruel thoughts. even if he begged and cried, tried to crawl away from you, you weren’t going to let him leave tonight.

just a simple squeeze to the tip of his angry red dick with a few harsh jabs to his prostate got him shooting blanks on his stomach. he was so fucked throughly he could no longer even properly cum anymore. poor, pathetic thing.

the hand that was wrapped around your wrist now instead pulls your hand closer to his stretched open hole, almost as if he was asking you to fuck him open. to keep hitting his prostate with your fingers. to fuck him stupid with just your hands alone.

through wet lashes batting up at you, sniffles and weak whimpers, blade speaks up again. but this time asking for something else.

“please…? kuh— gckk♡︎♡︎ keep going..?“

oh yes. you certainly weren’t letting him go until he’s properly put in his place♡︎.

[decayical]

✦ ── SOFTLY, SWEETLY !

❝ blade loves you, he will never stop loving you . ❞

01 notes: i literally have nothing to put here like ever ... this was my first time writing soft dom im pretty sure i hope it's ok 🙏🙏

02 tags: praise kink, dumbification, unintentional edging, a bit angsty a but fluffy if you squint, creampie, afab/gn reader, puppy/sweetheart/baby used as pet names, blade is called bladie :3

03 mdni blogs do not interact! a minor wrote this. word count 848

“so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, fuck—so pretty, just for me.”

blade let out a soft whimper as he continued to thrust gently into you, his tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth as he stared into space. he probably didn't even realize how tangled up he and you were in the blankets, because all on his mind was you, you, you. your pretty face, your flushed cheeks, your soft thighs and the oh-so-heavenly way you squeezed around his fat cock.

though, to be fair, it's not like you were much better—despite blade's slow movements, the drag of his cock along your walls was enough to fuck you dumb, making your head fuzzy in the best way possible. you had been teetering on the edge of a climax for so long you became much more sensitive than usual, and even though you desperately wanted to cum you still love, love, loved the feeling—being beneath him, completely at his mercy.

blade tilted his head down to connect your tongue to his, the sloppy kiss being the only thing to ground you as he let out a pretty little moan, snapping his hips into yours just once, but it was enough to make you squeal and writhe around under his hold. in that moment, he was so deep inside of you that his tip was probably kissing your cervix from how full you felt, the unfamiliar sensation quickly becoming too much as you arched your back, trying to make sense of the situation.

blade cursed internally, shushing you and pressing comforting kisses all over your exposed neck to distract yourself from the sudden pain. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, my love…” he continued to whisper to you, resuming his slow, sensual movements as he started to rub your clit with a calloused thumb.

you squealed again, your back arching as tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you reached out to tug at his hair. “blade, blade, ‘s too big! too much, hurts, fuck, more, so—ah—so full…”

blade let out a soft chuckle, his thumb doused in your arousal moving up to caress your cheek. “you're not making any sense, puppy. is it too much or not?” he asked teasingly, licking your jaw. “like that, yeah? right here?” his thrusts suddenly got more aggressive again, but not like he was trying to stab you with his dick—they were sharp, the thrusts inward so fast you could barely process what was happening, but he'd drag his cock out of your slick walls so painfully slow a frustrated moan left your mouth.

“blaaaade,” you whined, toes curling as your legs wrapped around his waist, “love you…”

blade’s chest panged with a sort of emotion he was unfamiliar with, yet somehow the sensation felt nostalgic to him at the same time. “oh, baby,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair away from your face, “i love you too. taking me so well, hmm? ‘s just like you were made for this dick.”

his musings made your heart flutter as your cheeks burned up, you nodded vigorously in agreement as he moved his hands to pin your wrists above your head. “mm, yeah made f’ you, made just f’ you, bladie.”

you let out this bright smile that always seemed to make blade's day, and you nuzzled the forearm and hand that was close to your head. you peppered kisses all over his scarred wrists, feeling his hands twitch and tighten over your own.

“fuck, i—i love you.” blade's head swam, the coil in his stomach tightening as he let out another shy moan. “gonna let me cum inside you, pretty? gonna let me make you all mine?”

you whined, wiggling your hips to get more friction. “c–close,” was the only thing you managed to say, but to blade it was good enough.

“we cum together,” he mumbles, hand gently grazing your jaw as he kisses you softly, deliciously. he never once changed his pace, always keeping it slow, soft, firm, but it was still enough to have his thighs twitching and your walls fluttering around him, the comfort in each other more than enough.

you came first, letting out a high-pitched squeal as you tightened around him and your fluids covered the base of his dick. blade's eyes fell closed, he muttered “fuck”, before thrusting into you just once more before he let you milk his cock. he kept on moving, trying to prolong both of your orgasms, shaky breaths leaving his chest and he whined. his release filled you to the brim and then started to spill out, truly a mesmerizing sight.

his hands let go of yours and shyly, you reached for his neck, delving into a kiss. his tongue glided over yours, tasting everything you had to offer. “so good for me,” he whispered, trailing your jaw with his fingers.

“fuck… again, bladie,” you whined, moving to rile him up. “‘gain, please? wan’ your cock.”

blade huffed. “you have that, sweetheart.” he grabbed your jaw to make you look directly into his eyes. “you have that and more.”

[twentyninth]

☆ ❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ❞ ⋆ hsr x reader

synopsis. him & his foxian s/o (in heat season.)

warnings. sex, nsfw, heat cycle (reader goes through it), sexting, masturbation, semi public masturbation (its in a bathroom stall), WHEN I SAY FINGERING ITS NOT IMPLIED FEM!READER!!!!!!!!! (tell me if there's any more!)

author's notes. old favorite from old blog yaaaaay!

pairings. blade, and jing yuan x gn!afab!foxian!reader

blade was taken aback for sure. but was quite.. delighted, but he did realize that you'd really want everything from him,

and the way he mentioned how he couldn't wait to fill you up didn't help..

probably caught you fingering yourself and moaning out his name, and that's the main reason on why you had to introduce him to the whole mating season thing.

his merciless thrusts into your hole just made you want more, every time his hot cum shot up into your womb made you want more. and honestly he's so obsessed with the way you just want more and more!!

probably has absurd amount of stamina, so he could go on for days without rest, just as long as that's what you want.

and what the hell does he mean that you have to wait for him to come home like no lol

poor darling just ends up recording the way how wet and ready they are for blade ^_^

blade didn't like how needy you were at times though, especially when you send very special videos to him at work. oh.. but the way you looked in that pretty little photo you sent from home, just needed to head to the nearest bathroom to start stroking his throbbing cock cuz he can't wait 'till he gets home to punish you!

probably has jerked off to your nudes before at work, or in general just jacks off to you when he can. always excusing himself to the bathroom to see what you sent him, cuz he always knows it isn't anything for other eyes to see<3

jing yuan expected it, but wow he didn't think it'd be now. has always been there to 'assist' you with your little problem~

likes it a lot when you beg, also especially when you pull on his hair whenever he puts you into a mating press against the nearest wall.

whenever he finds you fingering your self or what, no.. he's not mad. but will be the kind of guy to replace your hand with his, and show you true pleasure!

god damn the way you looked in that pretty nude photo you sent him. getting him rock hard in the middle of an important meeting wasn't what he ever thought you'd do, but you did. and dear god was it awkward having to excuse himself to the bathroom to get rid of it, he'll just have to punish you later..

kind of the same case w blade on stamina cuz bro doesn't rest, he's literally a general so like, why wouldn't his stamina be big.

i noticed like out of all the times i wrote for jing yuan, i've never mentioned like what i think his dick would be like so lets go; probably 6.5 inches soft and 7.5-8 hard, maybe an inch wide too

oh he gets turned ONNN if you ever purr at him, intimately or in a fluffy way, it's very hot and cute in his words, immediate boner ong

please if you REALLY want him to go wild, record silly video of you moaning his name and saying how much you need him and he'll be otw immediately asap!

[nervocat]

hello!! platonic blade taking care of injured!teen reader? (reader is a stellaron hunter)

“A cat brings you the book that you had requested from the library. Sorry for the long wait, the owner was busy . . . ”

★ — NOTES:  trying a new format for my writing lol. Also trying to get back in the flow of writing requests so I can open them again :DD I'm also pretty proud of this. The ending might be not as good, but I still like the finished product ✦ — WORD COUNT: 717 ★ — FANDOM: honkai: star rail ✦ — CW: blood and ig slight gore, it's a large gash on readers leg (not described tho) and some mentioned violence and Blade might be ooc?? Slightly??? Idk

              “ Blade Taking Care of Injured Teen Reader ”

     You step through the door with Kafka at your side, helping you walk due to the gash on your right thigh. You two had just come back from a grueling mission Elio had sent you two on and while Kafka came out unscathed, you had managed to fumble and get severely wounded.

     Kafka sighs as she sits you on the couch, still putting pressure on the wound so the bleeding would hopefully cease. She chuckled a bit and you look to her with slight confusion on your face. “Ah, Bladie won't be very happy about this..” She says as she leaves the pressure holding to you to stand up. You quirk an eyebrow.

     “Um.. with all due respect, Lady Kafka, but I think he could give two shits less about the teen Stellaron Hunter,” you reply. Kafka looks back at you and laughs again, patting you on the head with her clean hand as she starts to walk away to get the needed supplies to help your wound.

     “He cares more about you than you'd think, [name]. You are our youngest member, after all,” she smiles before disappearing.

     You groan at the agonizing pain of the gash, not caring about the blood dripping onto the couch, and not noticing Blade walk in. He stops walking and hums, getting your attention. “Oh, Blade, what are you-” you don't get to finish as Blade walks over, shooing your hand away and kneels down, letting him put the pressure on your thigh.

     “What the hell happened, [name],” he asks, though rather roughly in contrast to the gentleness he has towards your wound. It confuses you, but you answer nonetheless.

     “Me and Kafka were out on a mission and the opponent managed to snag their weapon on my leg.. obviously..” you explain. “But they were dealt with, so no need to worry,” you add, seeing the hardened glare in Blade's face as you had explained the events.

      “Mmm.. well that's good,” he grumbles, shifting his hands a bit to be able to see the wound and how bad it is. He was now sitting on his knees as he analyzed the gash. It was then when Kafka came back with the necessary items and she just smiles as she stopped beside the couch. You two look at her and Blade hums again, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes as to silently ask ‘what are you doing here’.

     “Well, I see that Bladie is taking care of you now, so I'll leave this here,” Kafka says as she puts the utilities on the table and then walks away. She looks back at you and stops in the doorway as Blade moves to get the things on the table and gives you a ‘told you so’ look with a wink.

After she leaves, Blade and you sit there in silence with the occasional hiss of pain from you. Everytime you hissed though, Blade stops cleaning the wound (the best he could at least with his limited knowledge) and lets you recollect yourself. He cleans your other minor wounds as well.

After he lets you wrap your own leg — so that you can make it comfortable for yourself — he does check to make sure it's on tight enough. You then try to stand but pain shoots through your leg, and you stumble and wince as you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. You look up and see the stoic face of Blade as he sits you back down.

“Stay here,” was all he said before sitting down next to you. Your leg was still in agonizing pain so you obliged, kneeling over yourself to try and ease the pain with furrowed brows, pursed lips and eyes closed.

You suddenly feel Blade put a hand on your shoulder, placing your head gently where his shoulder and neck meet. Too exhausted to complain or say that he doesn't need to do this, you settle down and fall into a much needed slumber.

Your face eases up and Blade keeps his hand on your shoulder and making sure you don't hurt your leg while sleeping, looking at you with a softened expression (as soft as it could get at least).

You thought that Blade didn't really care for anyone — let alone you — but even the toughest of people have their favorite person. ☆

🐾 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ ☁️

[anthonsgi]

★’･ﾟ:｡･:*:First kiss with HSR characters PT.1:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

【Note: Hello! I haven't written anything in a while, but I recently got a surge of motivation, so why not take advantage of that? :) There will be a few parts because I want to write for many characters and the process of writing each one is really long for me so I prefer to spread them out a bit, so if the character you would like to read about isn't here, keep an eye out for future parts, perhaps I will include them there! As per usual, English isn't my first language and I'm learning as I go, please be patient with me. Requests are open! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧】

【Pairings: Kafka, Argenti, Blade x GN!Reader】

【CW: I may have added some angst here and there, but I couldn't resist (I tried to end it with a good, slightly bittersweet conclusion each time though)! I wanted to make the characters' traits as similar to the game's as possible, but a few things may still be out of character, sorry in advance!】

a lil note: this is literally just all of these characters being absolutely SMITTEN for you and them fawning over you, but every day is a good day to get praised left and right, no?

☆〜KAFKA〜☆

It shouldn't be much of a surprise that you fell in love with this young and exceptionally charming woman. As a Stellaron Hunter, she ensures that Elio's predicted plans are carried out. That being said, you were a completely unpredicted element in a series of missions; there was never a mention of you ever being included in situations that you always found yourself stuck in. Kafka always saw it as "the usual result of the unforeseen nature of destiny," as she liked to explain to you.

After a while of simple acquaintance, she has grown more fond of you than she has of anyone. Not only were you beautiful in her eyes, which was a big thing for a connoisseur of beauty such as herself, but she felt at ease with you. She may be a sly, unbothered criminal whose prize for capturing her is enough to provide many good-lived lives for a bunch of Vidyadharas, but she actually really appreciates the times when she doesn't feel like she's being chased by people or by time itself.

Being with you was as enjoyable as studying the waves—a peaceful activity, a thought-provoking process. She desired to look at the horizon and discover more than meets the eye, however, it was quite impossible. The job of a Stellaron Hunter is challenging not only because of the relentless pursuit of destiny and the never-ending dangers but also because it entails never staying in one place for too long, never forming more meaningful connections, and never attaching yourself to finite, frail matters. Even though she knew she was more unlikely to run into the same individual twice as a Devil Hunter than she was now, her options were usually limited.

Kafka isn't one to fully hide her true feelings; she spoke very highly of you, your way of being and thinking, your appearance, and your tendency to be the miracle of one's destiny (*cough* talking about herself there). She has developed a habit of complimenting you just to see you squirm away from her gaze and bite your lower lip to try and stop a smile from forming. These occurrences weren't rare; they always followed the same pattern: she said something = you discreetly reacted = she noticed and couldn't stop noticing.

A kiss from her would be more of an indication of her love than a reveal, showing rather than declaring it. It may have happened during one of your late-night chats where you slowly opened up to one another, or it could have happened in the early morning after she invited herself into your home after you had just woken up and weren't sure if you were still asleep. In any case, without having said much, she leaned in, rested her hand on your cheek, and left a tender and delicate kiss on your lips. It didn't last long, but it meant more than a decade of stolen glances and conversations with hidden meanings.

It didn't feel like a goodbye kiss, it never did, but it was clear it was some form of leaving you wanting more, leaving you yearning for her to come back and see you again, and leaving you wondering how long it would be before she does it once more.

☆〜ARGETNTI〜☆

Knight of Beauty, a follower of the fallen Aeon Idrilla. He's constantly on the journey to honor the principles of beauty itself, spreading the grace of his Goddess all over the universe. Discovering numerous forms of beauty in the ordinary and in the extraordinary. When he first laid his eyes on you, it was as if time began to bend around you, a black hole in which the concept of time didn't seem to exist, trapping anyone and everyone residing in its proximity.

Recognizing refinement in people was second nature to him, admiring their souls that mirrored their personalities and beliefs. He wished nothing more than to convey compassion to those who possessed honorable qualities, pure hearts, and desirable traits. Your beauty shone with such radiance that it put the stars to shame; your existence was an excellent reminder of Idrila's presence in the universe.

To Argenti, love is a miraculous feeling that is a joy to experience; it reflects a person's deepest desires and is an act of care so poetic that it almost brings a tear to the eye. In a way, having never experienced it before and having no opportunity to try due to his commitment to traversing in solitude, he decided it wasn't he who was supposed to feel it and that he was merely destined to admire the beauty of it from afar.

Meeting you meant the world to him; you made him feel love for another person for the first time—the all-consuming love from every classical novel he had read. The purest form of it is tragic love, one that breaks down the foundations that hold one's life in perfect balance. He spent several days and nights with you, staying in one location longer than he ever did since becoming a knight—the place where he started to ponder his destiny and his vocation.

He made every effort to push these thoughts away, thinking such things felt like a violation of the universal code of chivalry he upholds, yet when he gazed at your gentle smile as he held your hand, it was a tougher battle than that of a wax candle facing the sun. He was melting into a pitiful puddle as your very being formed him again, never to be the same as before.

One beautiful night, when the birds had gone to sleep, no expectations were laid forth, and no secrets were to be unveiled, Argenti took you by both hands, kissing each knuckle as if they would break if he put pressure on them. He spoke of you as if you were the one he had devoted his life to worshiping, his lips singing silent praises; perhaps it was a prayer, perhaps an apology. His eyes met yours, a nonverbal plea, and you leaned in, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss, electricity coursing between each soft teeth clashing.

What an outstanding farewell kiss that was. The thought alone made you gulp down the lump growing in your throat. Argenti has to leave, or rather, ought to leave; otherwise, he's afraid he may decide to stay. He's certain your paths will cross one day; it's just the way of the world. Either way, he always finds himself drifting towards beauty. Behind him, he will leave a timeless tale of a wounded and repaired heart, as well as a dose of fate that makes no mistakes.

☆〜BLADE〜☆

The undying man who became a blade, a shell of a person, a mara-stricken monster with no hope for craved demise. His story is one of endless agony and misery. In this everlasting life, Blade's abilities are used in matters including bloodshed, spreading the pain he felt himself, and only then would he feel himself disappear, even for a moment. As bitter as that was, it was reality, his burden to bear. Blade didn't have "companionships" and never needed attachments. The closest he had to an acquaintance was Kafka, whose voice managed to calm the monsters who grew inside him relentlessly, and possibly Silver Wolf. However, he didn't understand her, nor did he wish to.

How you were able to capture his wounded heart remains a forever-unsolved mystery. He, of course, didn't decide one day that the way you laughed made him feel emotions so intense that he wondered if what he was feeling was some form of suffering he'd never experienced previously or that his intensified urge to protect you wasn't just due to the fact he was always nearby when danger struck, but because he genuinely cared. It was a lengthy process imbued with a myriad of understatements and denial. An "I love you" leaving his lips was as bizarre as the prospect of hell freezing over... yet when it did happen, you only wished to hear it again.

He frequently wonders why he finds himself faintly grinning primarily in your presence alone (and obviously during combat). When you resided in his vicinity, everyone could feel a shift in the atmosphere surrounding him, as well as a change in his usual behavior. It was almost comical to observe, especially to his fellow Stellaron Hunters, who never missed an opportunity to tease him. Nonetheless, love expressed by a presumably loveless man is as fascinating as it is arduous. Your existence was curative, helping him to rediscover parts of humanity he thought he had lost, yet healing is a part of him he has come to loathe with every fiber of his being. At one point, he distanced himself, as if limiting your healing influence on him was the sole thing that he could control about his 'condition'.

That didn't last long, and he scurried back to you like a moth to a flame. Blade didn't grasp the concept of physical touch as a kind of comfort; it never failed to remind him of how many times he had been hurt. You, once again, were the exception. Gentle arm touches, random lacing of fingers, your scent, and that insufferable (not really) look in your eyes whenever you stared at him drew him in. As much as he despised life, he did not detest the idea of living simply to be with you; that paradise that always seemed to be out of his reach, a mere push away, appeared to be standing right in front of him.

A minor brush of your body against his made you excited, but a kiss? It's overwhelming to even imagine. You'd have to initiate it, subtly steering the conversation to a topic where it wouldn't be too odd to inquire about moving to the next step in your relationship, acting as lovers. If Blade didn't wear a stoic expression on his face more than half the time, you could tell by his nervous swallowing that he would be at least blushing a little. He wasn't an adolescent, and he didn't think of a kiss as the grandest gesture of intimacy; nevertheless, that didn't free him of hesitations. Being vulnerable and helpless in the hands of another, all of his shortcomings could be easily revealed.

Kissing Blade had to come naturally when you were alone and indulging in small talk; there was no need for a perfectly timed gust of wind or a captivating blanket of stars above, just two imperfect people pouring all of their desires, yearning, and passion into a single imperfect kiss. Your lips met, linking your souls and creating a sensible spark deep within. There was no distance between you, and you were both entirely defenseless against the other's will. After you moved away, it was as if a thousand sentences were pulled from your mouths, yet no one spoke a word. With swollen lips, you were unable to resist a grin while Blade leaned in for another kiss.

lil ending note: hope you enjoyed! also, I have to mention that I know that both Kafka and Blade are Stellaron Hunters so the main problem portrayed in Kafka's part (the never being in one place too long) could potentially be brought up In Blade's part as well, but I decided that would be pretty repetitive so I wrote about Blade's history instead :D

[angelsrcute]

the way i want to eat afab!bladie out until my jaw is sore

Imagine eating Blade out who looks so cute, looking all blissed out. Lapping up his sweet juices as you get dizzy on his scent. He moans your name out with grunts, trying to move away. He's so overstimulated as he cums again for the nth time, grabbing your hair and pulling you closer to his folds. Just cuddle this man to sleep after washing up, showering him with kisses as he murmurs about something, ears red. He's definitely not used to someone being gentle with him after all. <3

[plasmasimagination]

Hi hi hi!!!!

Okay so if i may

Can i request a jing yuan and blade ( it can be seperate or not ) x reader where the reader is extremely powerful, more so than him.

Thank u!!

(hey...sorry this is late..like maybe a year or smth but I found this in my drafts and decided to post it haha...)

Hey hey there darling and of ourse coming right up (omg this was so fun writting whaaat)

Jing yuan

Isn't bothered by it like AT ALL

Will encourage his sweetheart and praise them all the time about how powerfull they are

Since he's quite passive with everything beside being a general I think having a powerfull sweetheart would help him out.

He's also happy that you can protect yourself so he doesn't need to worry about you as much as he would if you were less powerfull

He will also be a darling and help you out when you're training (or if you have special powers he will teach you how to use them)

He loves showing you off tho like omg. He will always be like "this is my darling they're very talented-" and then go on a rant about you, people close to him are used to it at this point,but his usual victim if fu xuan, poor girl has to listen to him ramble

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE will praise you for every muscle you move, like good job darling, wow darling you're doing so great,increadible move darling,hey darling you improved so much,he's Litteraly like a never ending recording of positive affirmations

Very respectfull and understands your level of talent and won't ever doubt you,he knows you can take of most things yourself so he doesn't even try to interfere in your business unless you ask him

Litteraly your biggest fan like-

Blade

Jealous

Will fight you, he will constantly ask to have a duel with you

Ofcourse he would never actually look to hurt you but look at is as,play fighting with your boyfriend,but with swords.

Will train with you and try to learn why you're so powerful

Deep down hes low-key happy that you're powerful but won't admit it.

He's scared of losing you so knowing that youre able to take care of yourself, helps him in trusting to let you go on missions alone

Is frustrated with how powerfull you are tho, so he might train and work out a lot more in hope to one up you.

So please don't let him overwork himself and give him some reassurance.

If you have some kind of special ability or magic he will be very curious about it and occasionally ask questions about it like "how does it work" "how did you get it" "how much time can you use it" "why".

If you're lucky he might actually gift you some equipment forged specifically for you. But you know don't thank him too much he might get shy if you do

[yourheart-inmyhands]

🦈 HI!! I'm new to making requests so sorry if it's a bit weird but I've been thinking of Blade with a darling that's absolutely terrified of him. His darling won't eat or sleep unless forced, and complies with most things while being very quiet and shaky.

ah this was such an interesting and fun request! sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including force-feedings, implied kidnapping/being held against one's will, physical actions against reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Blade is simultaneously furious and amused. He thinks your fear is cute, it keeps you from trying to fight back or escaping, but it can make things a bit tough.

He doesn’t have any problems force-feeding you or forcefully stripping you down to bathe you, but he wishes you would at least pretend to want to be around him. It can get pretty tiring having your partner constantly shying away from you, crying, and overall acting like a frightened child.

Blade hopes that you’ll warm up to him soon, that you’ll sit down at the table to eat with him instead of having to be held down on the bed, bites of food pushed past your lips one at a time. He wants to be able to take baths with you, your back to his chest as he helps to wash you off, relaxing in the warm water instead of having to twist your arm behind your back just to get you to stand under the water of the shower.

Blade sighs, his eyes rolling in their sockets briefly as he watches you shy away from another meal. He’d been feeding you simple foods to start, things he could easily force into your mouth should you resist, which today it seemed you’d be doing. 

Nudging the plate to the side, Blade gives you a stern look as he approaches. It isn’t a difficult fight to get you laid on your back, his body straddling yours as he pins you, his left hand holding tightly onto your bottom jaw, forcing it open as his fingers press into the already prominent bruises. He hoped you’d have learned your lesson the first time he had to do this, but it seemed you were still looking to give him a hard time. Leaning to the side, he uses his right hand to grab a spoonful of the soup he’d brought in. 

Bringing the silverware to your lips, he tips the warm liquid into your mouth, glaring down at you as his hand forces your mouth closed. “Swallow.”

Blade likes that you listen when he commands it, eventually giving in to his forceful demands and actions. But he still hates to have to do it. He hates that there are bruises on your jaw in the shape of his hand, evidence of the amount of times he’s had to make you eat. He hates that he can’t move around you without you flinching, that you won’t speak to him when he tries to talk to you, and he especially hates how he has to drag you across the bed to get you to cuddle with him at night. 

He just wants to be able to love on you freely, to have a normal relationship with you, but no, you just have to be difficult. Blade hopes that with time you will mellow out, that you’ll give in to his whims and start loving on him back. He wants this to feel like the real relationship it is, all you have to do is accept that you love him and start acting like it.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini nini hate fuck with either blade or dan heng pls I beg 🥺💝

I finished this some days ago and it got deleted- also it’s unnecessarily long, and I’m not sure if it’s good… hope you like it anyway 😭😭

Dom!reader x sub!blade (reader is gender neutral)

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), chocking, slapping (once), degrading, rough sex, blood (hand injury)

Riiiip

The sound of bandage being ripped.

Blade wrapped his hand with the white cloth, biting one end to tied the other end around it. Slowly the pure colour got tainted with his blood, a crimson colour spreading and seeking though the fabric. He sighed, staring at his own hand with a distaste on his tongue, before glancing at the door. Heavy footsteps could be made out from the other side. Loud and hectic, stomping even. You must have noticed his arrival.

It was just as he predicted. Moments after he finished treating his injury the door got slammed open, a loud bang as the door hit the wall. Your figure stood in the frame, stopping, not entering his chamber. Instead you glared at him and scanned the situation. He instantly noticed how your gaze lingered around his injured hand, and how you were frowning. The man chose to not elaborate, hence you two were holding a starring contest. After a while you closed the door behind you and walked over to him, grabbing his wrist and yelled, “now do you care to explain?”

He knew exactly why you were so angry, but that doesn’t mean he understood it. Not giving him any time to explain himself, something he wouldn’t have done anyway, you continued your nagging, “why do you have to keep going on dangerous missions alone? I can’t reach you at all! It’s not like you use your phone after all.” You stopped for a second, still holding his wrist while he avoided your gaze, gritting your teeth in anger. With an impatient tone you said, “I’m waiting for an answer.”

If it were up to blade, then you could wait until the sun sets. He wasn’t a man of many words, and he didn’t believe he had to tell you everything. That was if it was up to him, because he knew it would get worse if he doesn’t say anything. With his usual deep voice, he uttered, “I wanted to practice.” This was the best excuse he could think of, practicing his sword. It was reasonable, no? “Practice? It’s more like you wanted to get hurt.” “Not get hurt, I wanted to..” he didn’t really want to say ‘die’ in this context, and you didn’t pursue it any further neither. You sighed at him, followed by a rough push from your hands. The male fell backwards, now laying on his back, stabilising himself with his hands.

“Lay down.” You ordered, and yanked the arm with the injured hand away, you didn’t want him to keep using that hand so much. The spot where his hand was has been tainted red. He glanced at you hesitatingly, his dark blue bangs almost covered his entire face. Soon he obeyed your command and laid on his back, you were still raising his arm up into the air. “Keep it raised.” Once again, you gave him another cold order. How did it escalate to this? He was pretty sure he knew what you were going to do, yet he didn’t mind. Just then his speculations were correct, and you pulled his pants down.

He smirked, it was a mocking one, as if he was laughing at you. At this sudden unexpected change in atmosphere. After a bit he asked with a challenging tone, “did the sight of me hurt turn you on?” You knew he was playing now, so why not join in? “Have you finally decided to speak, now that I’m in your pants?” Your hands grabbed his knees, raising them to his chest and folding him apart. It wasn’t about doing him a favour, so you just proceeded to manhandle him, making him spread his legs for you. “So eager, aren’t you? Give me a break.” Blade said, but he allowed you to do whatever you wanted without resisting. Without giving him any glances, you replied “Same goes to you.”

Even though you two shared such a foul mouthed conversation, the advances you did on him continued. Then you stood up, walked around the room for a bit and came back with a bottle of lube. The blue haired man looked at you awkwardly and waited, feeling a little stupid at the situation in front of him. As soon as you came back, you started working on his abdomen. Opening the bottle, squeezing some of the lube onto his half erect shaft. The cold liquid made him flinch slightly, and he frowned as he watched you keep coating him with that slippery fluid. It flowed all the way down to his hole, and his rim clenched. What a roundabout way to prepare him, he thought you were being unnecessarily childish.

With one of your fingers, you sloppily spread the contents of the bottle around his lower body. Somehow the mood was getting heavier with every second and he didn’t know what to say, until your little comments returned. “Getting exited, little pervert?” You also coated your own dick with the lube, before lining it up with his entrance. “So much that you stopped talking, cat got your tongue?” He wasn’t going to let you go away with that, or at least that’s what he planned. Instead of coming up with a snarky remark he had to bite his lip to stop a moan erupting from his throat.

“Gu-Mhn..! You- fuck..” his eyes widened a little, and he was furrowing his brows even more than before. You sticked it in without some proper preparation, and it caught him off guard. Since you used a lot of lube, the tip still slipped in, but the rest was starting to get difficult. He wanted to curse at you, yet the words didn’t come out, so he just hold it and glared at you. If you didn’t know him you’d think he wants you dead, even so you weren’t pleased by that, so you chuckled, “not with those eyes, bladie. I’m sure your hole can take it, after I fucked it so good last time.” “Shut up- ugHh..! You.. shit.” Suddenly his hand reached out to you. You didn’t know what he was trying to do, which is why you grabbed his arm and kept it in place. His hand was now in the air, some blood drops were dripping onto his belly.

“Keep your pawns to yourself.” You had such an annoying smile while you said that, especially so while you pushed the rest of your length in. “UHh..! Mhm-nGghH..” the male was still trying his best to keep quiet, making some grunts and groans on the way. Fuck, if this was under normal circumstances you wouldn’t be able to keep his hand still like this, he was sure he was stronger. Though this wasn’t a normal situation, with you inside him, spreading him open with your cock. It was strange but he felt a little vulnerable, and so hot.

Sweat was forming on his skin, face turning redder by the second. It must be because he just came back from a mission, he is tired, thats why he is feeling all this heat. He blinked, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling, noticing his heart rate going up and body twitch each time you touch him. When he opened his eyes again you were inches away from his face, startling him a little. With a gentle whisper, unlike your tone before, you mumbled into his ear, “you want to get hurt? I’ll make it hurt.”

The face of the male was crimson red now, matching the colour of his hand. He took a tad longer to process the information, and you didn’t give him that moment. You started moving without giving him a warning, hips snapping against his at an already rough pace. “Ugh-uUugGh..!! Wa-waAaaiit.., oh- fuck, fuck. It mhm.. hurts.” Blade clenched his fists, more red coated his tummy. You slowed down a little, intertwining your fingers with his injured hand, not minding the blood sticking to your palms. Then you resumed to your previous movements, pounding into him like there’s so tomorrow.

The switched between your gentleness and relentless actions made his head spin. He really tried to keep the noise down but to no avail. Without him noticing you went down again to whisper more dirty things into his brain, like calling him degrading names. Blade wrapped his other hand over your neck, gasping and whining as you kept going, whispering as a begging voice, “please.. ah, haah..” “does it hurt?” He answered without thinking, “a-a bit.., uhhh..” to which you asked again, “do you hate it?”

Both of you knew what he would answer, and he didn’t want to cover up the truth as he uttered the words, “no, I love it.” That’s when the insulting really hit off, now that you were sure he enjoyed it too. “You really only go into fights because you’re a fucking masochist, aren’t you?” He shook his head, suddenly so expressive unlike before. “You sure you aren’t actually a male prostitute? Hmm blade? You fucking whore.” Even though you were calling him such hurtful name with such fever, he only felt hotter. The trust and the feeling of your dick rubbing against his walls was unreal, like a dream. And he wasn’t sure if it was a nightmare or not.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave like that again.” You said, panting a little too since you were still rutting into him like a damn animal. Despite all those hateful words, there was no way you actually hated him. You were angry because you cared, that’s all. And he knew it as well. Now your own hand looked like a grotesque mess, mixed with his and stuck to the bandages. He also didn’t feel pain anymore, or rather, it was because the pleasure was too overwhelming. It was all too much, from the way it rubbed against his deepest parts, to the fast pace you set. This felt so good he could cry.

When he still didn’t nod to your demand, you stopped holding his hand, they both instead reached out to his neck. The pale skin was now tainted red on one side. You squeezed down onto his trachea, watching his mouth hung open. “Did you understand me, blade?” He chocked, hand meekly reaching out to yours out of reflex. But he didn’t use any strength to keep you from suffocating him, only staring at you through his clouded vision. You thought you saw the corners of his mouth going upwards into a smile, and you watched his face get even redder. After a while you stopped, he immediately inhaled and panted. A bodily reaction, nothing he could control.

“I still haven’t gotten my answer.” You reminded him and started fucking into him again, at a slower pace. He trembled, his hole clenching around you even more now that you were moving so gently. It was way too late for that, after you’ve been so rough with him, no? Because now it’s not enough for him anymore, he needed you harder and deeper. Out of nowhere he felt a harsh slap on his cheek, causing him to shake. “Ah..” the male whimpered, eyes gazing up at you. You looked at him like he was vermin, akin to one would look at an insect. This alone caused a shiver to run down his spine and an uncomfortable twitch at his lower body.

He knew you wanted him to agree, but he didn’t want to, he wished to keep fulfil those missions on his own. This wasn’t something you could change, and he wasn’t willing to lie to you. Instead of answering your question, he grabbed your hand with his, and begged prettily. In a submissive tone, with a sweet pleading voice he said, “please, it’s not enough… I want you so deep inside me.” You noticed him spread his legs wider for you, and his injured hand being thrown over his mouth. Then he licked some of his own blood off.

You knew he won’t listen to you, after so many tries you knew. So instead of trying any longer, maybe you should go along with his request? Even if it leaves a bad taste on your tongue…

[paleroze]

Blade imagines 🔞

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With him being deep inside you that it just ends up with you crying because it hurts but it's so good. Also him degrading you, calling you a good for nothing but taking his cock fully inside, a slut and how greedy you are for begging.

But his degrading is mixed with praises, even if he calls you a slut, you are his slut. You're his to please, you're just his just as much as he is yours.

Even so, it's making him hard even more to see you cry during sex, it's enticing, addictive..

He wants to break you..

He wants to make you a mess..

Your stutters, a coherent mix of moans of asking 'You don't mean that..', ah your heart can only take so much degration, but even so, you've enjoyed it. You enjoy to see Blade to be sadistic, to hear his voice, to feel his touch.

After multiple hard and deep thrusts of his cock inside you, to make sure he's engraved inside, to spill his cum and fill you to the brim. That this session between you two ends with your voice hoarse, your mind fucked, and could only think of his name, say his name.

"Blade.. 'love you... I love you I love you I love you—" You repeats, and he coos, satisfied that he managed to fuck you so good you can't speak properly.

Half of the words he had said, Blade doesn't mean it, he adores you so much, loves you that even calling you names would make him feel bad right after, seeing you cry is the last thing he wanted (even if he was deemed heartless).

But this is different, he makes you cry by making you feel good.

"I love you too, Baby. I want to make you feel good, only you."

[moonsaver]

The care Package III

Our production line seems to be having problems. Our users are asked to cooperate as the packages have been mixed and sent to different users who had not ordered for the received false packages. This is a guide in the case our users are unable to, or decide not to, return the package.

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Summary: refer to part 1 here! It contains Dr ratio and Argenti. Part 2 is here with Aventurine and Sunday. This part contains Kafka and Blade!

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The Velvet Package

The package shakes a bit, and then settles quietly. You stare at it for a while, but no other movement seems to take place. After a while, you decide to open it..

The package itself is very neatly tied – it's purple in color and highlighted by silver linings, however, the fanciful ribbons seem amiss.. perhaps it was an overlooked detail?

On the inside is a Kafka, who seems to be enjoying her nap. Users are advised to wait for Kafka to wake up instead of taking the initiative. Some users report a pleasantly humorous experience, while some users report a mysterious and eerie one, if they wake up Kafka by initiative.

Kafka is a very pleasant one! Her Beginner and Intermediate stages do not differ by much. She is conversable, and does not explore her surroundings too much in the absence of User. Beginner Kafka will need a comfortable and relaxed environment – preferably one that has a very lively but slow-going vibe. Beginner Kafka however, may continue to feel distant with the user. Users may level up Kafka from Beginner to Intermediate by spending more time with her, and trying to understand her personal taste, asking opinions, and engaging Kafka in more activities that may deepen your bonds.

Feel free to pick up Kafka however you'd like. But.. the user must also know that Kafka will remember it very well into her Advanced Stage.

Intermediate Kafka is not so different. She may grow more curious, however, and explore her gift box for the default accessories that may have been gifted alongside her. Some users state their experience with Kafka as blissful, and some express their annoyance, as users have stated Kafka may play her Violin Prop 2 whenever she pleases, which is often, and even may do so in the middle of the night. You may try to come to a compromise with Kafka by setting specific time frames for her to play the violin. As for whether she will listen.. that is up to her.

Intermediate Kafka will also interact more personally and frequently with User – especially regarding medias revolving around movies or cosmetics. Kafka is especially helpful if you have a date night. Her skill, Insightful Understanding [II] may help decipher the feelings of those around you, and of yourself. She will often listen to your troubles and try to give meaningful solutions, or a good ear to listen. However – Kafka is also prone to teasing the user regarding some of their choices and feelings, which may lead some users to feel embarrassed. This is simply Kafka trying to deepen her bond with user, so please be open and friendly to her.

Advanced Kafka experiences and brings many changes that users may deem extreme. Kafka at this stage is described to be “close but distant” at the same time. She offers good advice, as her skill, Insightful Understanding levels up from [II] to [III], also giving her a bonus skill of Strategic Fear [II], letting Kafka be able to manipulate others as the user pleases. Kafka also would like to play strategic games more often such as Chess. She is prone to utilising the Toy Gun accessories in a strange manner, and may set up false targets to “practice”. Users are advised to let Kafka do as such, as she will continue regardless of user's satisfaction. Kafka may also go through user's personal belongings and set up many outfit combinations for user, give cosmetic and clothing advice, and help user with their personal taste. However, Kafka herself has very expensive taste, so she may request silk or velvet cloths for her own use. Users are advised to order accessories to please Kafka's demands from our Website, instead.

Users do not usually have to worry about ordering extra accustomed accessories such as Violin Prop 3, Sword Prop 2, etc.. for Advanced Kafka, as she may do it so herself. She will become much more self-sufficient, and may even go as far as to take care of and repair User's belongings aswell. 

Congratulations! Now you have a Kafka. She may grow up to about 5’7-5’8 in height, and will usually lounge around. Users are advised to keep a close eye on Kafka and not let her abuse her skill, Strategic Fear [II], as it may level up to Strategic Fear [IV], and potentially cause legal issues. {Our company has advised our users thoroughly, and whatever issues may follow are not our responsibility. However, if we deem that the User is too morally bankrupt, we may take back Kafka}. Kafka is prone to Loneliness [I] and will often want to spend time with User whenever they are free – but she may not verbalize these feelings, so users are encouraged to set up a routine Kafka can look forward to, such as movie nights, sleepovers, etc.. User may be able to assist Kafka feel less lonely by her Companion Feature – Trailblazer, Blade, Silver Wolf, or Sam may be added and housed alongside her. However, users are cautioned not to let them be alone for too long, lest they end up causing trouble..

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The Black Package

The package is silent for the longest time. However, if it is left for too long, the package will start violently shaking, before bursting open and then staying silent once again.

Inside the package is a tired Blade – he is not comfortable or pleased with his circumstances of being tiny and inside the box.

Users are advised to immediately try and comfort Blade by using the accessories provided – First aid kit Prop 1, Music Box prop 1, Medicine 3, etc..

Beginner Blade may be standoff-ish, and very distant. He will be reluctant to leave his gift box, and interact with the outside environment. Users are advised to place Blade inside his box, and somewhere stable with dim-lighting, with little change and a lot of privacy and quietness. Beginner Blade takes a lot of time to adjust well to his surroundings due to his senses – Sense Enhancement [II], which makes him prone to sensory overstimulation and anxiety easily. He may growl if you try to force him out of his gift box.

Do not pick up Blade. He will not like it. It will increasingly stunt his growth if the user persists and insists on picking up Blade.

Users often complain it is difficult to level up Blade from his Beginner stage to Intermediate stage. We urge our users to be patient with Blade. You may help him by offering him comfort with Music box Prop 1, and converse often with him. Blade does not seem talkative, but he often finds comfort in User's personal daily life. Blade is prone to Loneliness [III], and may immediately delevel if neglected for even a day. Users are advised to keep Blade company for 7-8 hours a day – as long as Blade is within the user's vicinity, he will feel accompanied.

Intermediate Blade will continue his state of stagnancy, but will occasionally show some symptoms of growth – he may take the initiative and ask for User's day, hum along quietly to the Music box, explore his surroundings a bit more, and take a few trinkets of User to keep in his gift box. Depending on how often User may chose to have spent time with Blade, resistance against Loneliness [III] evolves it into Loneliness [I], and Blade will be able to feel more assured and less lonely in times of User's absence. He may also verbalize quiet and short appreciation if user chooses to leave by a small note of assurance in their absence.

Users are cautioned to be well prepared in advance for Advanced Blade. In this Stage, Blade is prone to Mara Deterioration [IV] which greatly affects his mental state. Users are advised to order for Medicine 2 as an accustomed accessory for Advanced Blade. You may also help Advanced Blade by his Companion feature, and bring in a Kafka or a Silver Wolf. They will help tether the Mara Deterioration to a level [II]. However, users are cautioned to not under any circumstances, house others with Blade's Companion feature – especially Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, and Jingliu. This may immediately delevel Advanced Blade back to his Beginner stage, and worsen Mara Deterioration to a [V] {Blade is at risk of permanent damage.}

Advanced Blade is quiet, and does not often converse, similar to his Beginner Stage. However, he is more open to exploring newer areas, and may take up an interest in his Sword Prop 4, and practice it on makeshift targets made of useless or waste belongings of the User. He does not demand much, except for the occasional pain medicine. However, Blade's Sense Enhancement [II] levels up to a Sense Enhancement [IV], and he will protect and warn User of any incoming danger or hazard that may pose a risk to their life.

Congratulations! You now have a Blade. He may grow up to about 5'10-6’1 in size. Blade offers a good ear for Users who often make light-hearted and easy conversation, and talk about their days. Blade may make an effort to verbalize his appreciation for User's support, so we urge user to remain patient with Blade. He may insist on being called Yingxing from time to time. {Our users are advised not to fret, this was the name of our previous Blade Model}. He may also offer to act as User's bodyguard.. as long as User is ready to take on the responsibility of his actions. {Our company has advised our users thoroughly, and whatever issues may follow are not our responsibility. However, if we deem that the User is too morally bankrupt, we may take back Blade}. Have fun with your.. Blade. 

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[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 24: knife play with blade from hsr

warnings: knife play, bondage, blood mentions (dw we don’t hurt him), slapping, masochist blade, cumming untouched, subspace, aftercare

notes: a little bit darker than my usual content but nothing too heavy

staying there, hands tied up behind his back with soft whimpers was blade. yes, the very same person who’s wanted intergalactically with a price of 8.13 billion on his life. whimpering, twitching, soft gasps tumbling out of his bleeding lip as you teasingly trail the dull knife over his skin.

it was his idea. to be tied up and teased with a knife, the idea of being hurt by you, causing him to get undeniably hard so quickly. it was embarrassing sometimes. just how eager and willing blade is when with you. you could only be suggesting something like, “how does pizza sound for dinner, love?” and an record, blade would have a pizza ready.

so willing to please you, to make you happy and satisfied. so it only made sense when he decided to be selfish for once and ask for one of his darker fantasies with the help of you. blade would never say it but he always sees it. and he saw how skilled you were with the knife in your hand.

which led to this. hands tied behind his back as he tries to stay still as you teasingly trail the dull knife over his skin.

you’ve told him to stay still and be quiet. saying that you would give him a punishment and be mean to him but blade wanted that instead. he was always a little bit more extreme with his kinks and it showed sometimes. and that was no different right now. blade wanted you to dig the knife into his scarred flesh and etch your name instead.

desperate. that’s what blade was. so it didn’t surprise you when he let out a whimper, arching his back off of the bed and to the knife when you trailed it lower to his groin.

“can’t even stay still on a bed even when you’re tied up? you’ve really gotten spoiled, bladie” you fake disappointment, leaving the knife on the nightstand. the loss of the cold metal from his skin was like having his favorite treat taken away. but his definition of favorite treat gets replaced when he sees your disappointed look.

he wanted to make you mad. he wanted that pain you dish out in all sorts of delicious ways.

“ ‘m sorry! d-didn’t mean it, ‘m sorry” soft whines tumble out of his bleeding lips, red eyes that would glare at anyone else now all soft and hazy as it looks at you. you swore you could almost see tears threatening to swell up in them.

“open your legs and count to fifteen for me, okay?” you mutter softly, tapping the inside of his knees. with a nod and an eagerness of a puppy, blade does as ordered. opening his legs, feet planted flat on the soft covers comfortably as his face flushes at the embarrassing position.

a whimper tumbles out unexpectedly when your hand comes to rest on his ass, fondling the soft round flesh gently. massaging and kneading the plush muscle, you eventually let go. a part of you wanted to drag him upright and make him sit on your face but that could be arranged for later.

looking up at his flushed face, you search for any sign of hesitation or discomfort from his eyes. but all he does was shake his head, signaling to you that he was okay with this. with his confirmation set, you raise your hand before coming in contact with the plush muscle of his ass.

“aangh—! o-one…” a loud squeal comes out of him before followed by the beginning of counting. to anyone, it would be shocking to hear such a terrifying man squeal and moan in such a high pitch like a girl. but you had gotten used to his cute sounds and adorable expressions. mouth pulled in a cute pout, brows furrowed together as he tries not to cry out at each slap to his rear.

each of the slap caused blade’s voice to become more and more high pitched. become whinier and breathier with each slap to his ass. each time you would deliver a smack, the round plush of his ass would jiggle softly, becoming more and more red. it was on his seventh count when blade forgot to count out loud, only whining as he bucks his hips weakly in the air, looking for some friction.

feigning disappointment at his failure, you pick up the dull knife, holding it down on his flexing abs. the sudden familiar cold feeling of the metal to his skin caused blade to do a double take. his mind almost snapping back to his usual state before looking down. seeing that it was you, blade only let out a whimper, sinking deeper into the emptiness of his mind and the soft mattress.

“don’t buck your hips, alright? i don’t want you searching for anything other than my hand on your ass, blade” you warn him, tone firm and steady. in response, blade only nods dumbly. not like he could think to save his life in this state. he only wanted you to take care of hin as usual.

“count from the start” you huff, free hand going to his now red rear.

each slap and spank to his sensitive ass was a blessing to a masochist like blade. voice coming out in broken moans of your name before a whiny count follows. voice becoming muddled, speech becoming slurred as he whimpers at even the feeling of your hand knead his ass. and with each spanking, the tighter the knot in his stomach got. it felt hot, his cock heavy and weeping pre over his stomach, smearing the sheer liquid on his muscles all the while the most softest and whiniest moans would come from his throat.

“f-fif—! fifteennngg…♡︎!” the final and the harshest spank was his final straw. with an uncharacteristic squeal, bucking his hips up into the dull knife, blade comes over his stomach.

the translucent liquid pooling on his stomach, hips buckling weakly as his legs shake like a little fawn’s. his face was red, eyes hazy and glazed over as he slurs some words.

throwing the knife away to a corner of the room, you untie his hands from behind his back. placing a kiss to his forehead, you leave the bed for a moment before coming back with a warm towel and a soothing balm in hand. wiping him clean with the towel, you collect him into your arms. sweet nothings falling on his ear and muddled mind as you gently spread the cream on the red and stinging skin of his ass.

when massaging his rear, blade would occasionally let out a soft whine, mumbling of being sensitive as he tries to pull away. each time, you expertly shush his whining, reminding him that it’s crucial if he didn’t wanted to deal with a sore ass in the morning.

all you got in return was a huff and a defeated pout as be nuzzles his face into your chest. he was such a spoiled brat sometimes.

“what would i ever do with you, bladie?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes at his childish display of denial and acceptance. with a kiss to his forehead, you collect his sore body and shattered mind into your arms. the rhythmic beat of your heart on his ear was a soothing feeling and it helped to ground his mind back to reality. despite his wishes of pain and masochistic tendencies, blade would always enjoy these soft moments with you.

[decayical]

tags: sub!blade x dom!reader (i think idk much about sex roles ermmm), humping (pillows, air), a single drop of angst if you squint, im in a battle between blade vagina agenda and blade penis agenda

thinking about bottom!blade :(

bottom!blade who's unbearably horny but doesn't have you around to help him, so he has to figure out how to pleasure himself. he has many things he can start with, like his hands, the toy you love to use on him… hell, he could even grind on his pillow if he was that desperate but—

oh god, bottom!blade just can't stop thinking about you… he's obsessed with you, even if he doesn't want to admit it. he forgets entirely about the hot pain between his thighs and spaces out on his bed, thinking about how well you eat him out, how your skilled fingers pump in and out of his hole and how you let him rut in and out of you, desperately trying to reach his peak as your walls clamp around his thick cock, little breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth that he so stubbornly tries to keep to himself.

bottom!blade barely even notices that, while trying to hide his flushed face (from no one in particular, considering he's alone in his room), he's started humping the air with his still-clothed dick in search of any semblance of friction. eventually he gives up, going to triple check that his door is locked before he takes his pants off and plants a pillow in front of his hips. he starts off by thrusting onto it tentatively, letting out a soft but guttural groan as he feels the cool pillow brush against the underside of his dick.

bottom!blade who grips the sheets below him, shuddering as pitiful moans and whimpers escape his mouth. once he starts, he can't stop, and he's whining out your name as he thrusts into the silk pillowcase, clamping a scarred hand to his body to keep quiet, nuzzling his bicep because god, you may not be here but what if you were? what if you saw him in such a pitiful state like this?

“fuck, wish you were here, need you, wanna be—fuck—wanna be fucked so bad, god…”

his eyes are teary and somehow hurt from the pleasure at the same time, bottom!blade has to thrust onto his soft pillow only once before he's spilling out his seed onto the sheets below him. he wishes you were there, wishes you could lick it all up and tell him how much of a whore he is, call him a good boy, tell him he did a good job. a single tear falls from his red eyes.

bottom!blade who has the audacity to send you a picture of the mess he made. “miss you so much. come back soon, yeah?”