#Sob Bladi

[dailyarchean]

AAAAUWGHWHWH AWEUGG!!!-!- LOOK AT FURINAAA IN HER LITTLE SILLY OUTFIT !1!1!2!

[enden-k]

i love found family trope sm and the stellaron hunters remind me everytime how they do this and get me soft AAAAAAAA

[soujos]

… I decided to let the dogs out and make a stair rail theme CAN YOU BLAME ME?’wkrkfl THEYRE SO AMAZING AND SO SEXY like hoyo was playing games on us when they released genshin and then said let’s be silly and drop hotties in the new game like WHAT???

[saerins]

UES OMG I LOVE STAR RAIL !!! im on the na server 🤧 img i love luocha hes so pretty (i have a thing for blondes 🤞🏼) but also like welt . 🤭

oh noooo damn it :( we are worlds apart 😭😭 omg pls i was soooo tempted to pull for luocha because one of my genshin faves is ayato 😭 PLUS HES SO PRETTY ??? and i heard he’s a healer ? sobs total win . oh god welt …. IVE WANTED HIM SINCE THE START HE REFUSES TO COME HOME … meanwhile my clara has eidolons :( i love you girlie but i also want welt 😔 and gepard 😔😔

[sh1-n0bu]

what punishment do you think suits for blade bcus he won't come home to me?

♡︎ 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ♡︎

characters: sub!blade x gn!dom!reader

warnings: slapping, edging, squirting, mentions of handjob, bondage, degrading, dacryphilia, begging, mentions of cock slapping, masochist bladie, forced self praise and praise, slight fluff and angst if you squint, reader’s a bit mean but it’s deserved😤 also ig this is a bit of a self aware AU as well???? yeah, ig u guys could read it as a self aware AU if ur into it

notes: sorry for replying too fast anon. my period is making me horknee😔 this is more like a headcannon of what i think would be a perfect punishment for blade

DEGRADING

listen listen listen, i know this may sound a bit weird but blade hates being degraded when with you. there’s a reason why he gives off wet, pathetic, soggy cat that’s abandoned at the side of the street vibes and because of that, blade loves to be praised instead. especially since you're his lover, his darling, his sweetheart, his one and only and the only one he would do absolutely anything and everything for without even thinking. because of that, blade wants to be praised. he wants to be a good boy for you, he wants to be your sweet baby, not your dirty slut. he thinks you’re being so mean to him :((

SLAPPING

now this can be taken in many concepts. he could be begging on his knees in front of you, hands clinging to the fabrics of your clothes as hazy, teary red eyes stare at you. chewed on lips spurring out apologies after apologies like a broken record. you could slap him across the face to make him shut up, its fine since blade can handle it. besides he’s a bit of a masochist as well so he would definitely let out a whimper and rub his thighs together to get some relief on his poor hardened cock

but if it's in other places such as slapping his ass as a form of punishment, slapping his thighs until the skin is all red and sensitive or even his hard cock leaking pre all over his stomach — either way, blade would be turned into a brainless sweetheart in no time. tears falling from his eyes as he begs for you to just touch him!! touch him properly please? he’s a good boy. he’ll be a good boy, he even promises!

EDGING

blade loves being overstimulated. its one of his favorite kinks. whether it be cumming over and over and over by your hand stroking his angry cock, fingering his ass and creating filthy squelching sounds or into your mouth or hell, even riding your thighs! he loves to be close to you, after years of loneliness and isolation, blade craves intimacy. he craves that close contact, to feel the warmth of your bare skin touching his own. even better when he’s crying and sobbing from cumming into your hand for the nth time that night, blabbering drunken shit as he squirts again. but when its taken away???? when he’s so close to reaching his high and stumbling over the edge, when his hard cock is ready to paint your hands with his sticky liquid and you take it away from him????? getting your hand off of his cock and leaving him aching and whining, desperately chasing after your hand with sobbing pleas? blade thinks you’re being real mean to him :((( please just let him cum, let him cum even on the sheets if you want! he won’t soil your hand, he just wants to cum so bad and his poor cock hurts so much :((

BONDAGE

this one is almost all of the time paired with the edging one. as i've said before, blade craves intimacy, he loves being close to you physically. he loves you so fucking much, way too much to the point it hurts to even be away from you even for a little bit. there's a reason why blade chose to be close to you, a reason why he decided to open up his heart to someone else again to give another shot at life and because of that he loves you and trust you so much. you're literally the reason he realized perhaps living wouldn't be so bad after all because he has you by his side, he can go another day, another month, another year, another life-time if it means he would get to spend every waking and even sleeping moment beside you. blade loves to be physically close to you so when you take it away from him, when you tie his hands behind his back or even tie his wrists up to the bedframe, he's doing everything to break those stupid cuffs or ropes. he wants to feel you!! it doesn't even have to be in the sexual way, it can just be in a literal way. holding hands, his palm flat against your back, feeling your skin, being reminded of your warmth. but if you take it away, he's a mess. but don't worry everything is consensual of courses, and you always make sure to take care of him and the bruises afterwards. one of the most effective ways to punish him, me thinks

honorary mention: FORCED SELF PRAISE

it might come of as a bit off or out of place since i did mention that one of the suited punishments for blade would be degrading and praise is the absolute opposite for that but hEAR ME OUT!!!! blade is self conscious of his body. and i meant his scars specifically. he finds them hideous, like how can someone like you could ever find him pretty or gorgeous or all those words you praise him with? he finds it ridiculous. his body is nothing but just a meaningless weapon by now, covered with scars and phantom pains that don't go away and yet you find it so beautiful. you even make sure to make him understand that he is indeed beautiful as you place kisses on each and every last one of the scars that he bears

now this!!!! is where the forced self praise comes in. it doesn't even have to be sexual or as a form of punishment. you could just be doing your everyday ritual of praising the ever loving shit out of him with blade sitting all pretty with a cute red dusting his cheeks. he would always weakly try to refuse your praises, saying that he wasn't the most handsome man in the galaxy and that was why he was wanted and instead always offering logical answers. just accept the damn praise blade >:(((( this is where it comes in. you can softly coax him to say self assuring things. it can start out small like "i did a good job on the mission the other day", "i make a delicious pancake this morning", "i always how to make hot chocolate to cheer up my beloved" and it can range to the things that he insistently denies. make him say that he's pretty, that he's gorgeous, that his hair is long and elegant, that he's an amazing lover, how he was wanted across all galaxies because he was just so charming and dashing and amazi - okay, now his brain is way too fried with the compliments and in his desperation, he's shutting you up with a kiss. he's so adorable :333

[nebuliias]

SYNOPSIS. . . Mindless with a high fever, delirium overtakes you as you struggle to fall asleep in the hollow darkness, until your significant other comes in to tranquil your worries.

CHARACTER FEATURED. . . Blade

CW: gender-neutral reader, not proofread, hurt/comfort, mentions of hallucinations and derealization in case that bugs anyone, idk what else to add so lemme know if smth bothers you

A/N's note: GUESS WHO IS BACK BABYYY. at least for now until i vanish for another year lmao. so fucking sorry for the extreme lack of updates; here's a blade fic for you to feed on.

January 3rd, the year 8000-something.

It was only the third day of the new year, and you had already fallen with a high fever without being able to care for yourself—especially with your lover out of town.

Everyone else had gone along with the new 'script' Elio had assigned them. All except. That damned Destiny's Slave had left you out of it, whether on purpose or not. Anyway, you were left to your own devices with only the black cat as company, though you suppose he did try his best to treat you.

The situation was kind of funny. You rarely ever got sick, thanks to your well-built constitution, but when you did, it was always came in bad. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you drenched yourself in the cold shower, the fresh water soothing against your burning skin.

Blade. You wanted to see Blade. Bladie, Yingxing, your Blade. But you probably had to wait another few days or so until he came back.

But you really, really, really, did wanted to see him again. To be in his arms and trace the scars decorating his body and kiss them all the while. To play and braid his ombre hair. To sit in silence alongside him while stargazing on the terrace.

Ugh. Destiny's Slave truly was cruel.

You turned off the water, got out of the shower and clumsily dried yourself off, unknowingly leaving droplets of aqua in your hair to drip onto the marble tiled floor. Putting on your nightclothes, you staggered to your bedroom just wanting to be put to rest. You'd be lucky if it was for eternity.

For some reason, you started to feel sad. Maybe it was the absence of Blade's presence or the overall silence—which you hated—of the opulent shared penthouse, but your eyes began to turn teary.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you dried your hair more aggressively this time and wiped away your incoming tears, raking your fingers through your tangled locks of hair, but a knot blocked your trail, forcing you to get a hairbrush to rip it out. With your vision being all swirly, you groped around your vanity in hopes of finding the necklace your lover gifted you when he returned from the Xianzhou to put on, but it was a futile search.

Now on the verge of breaking down into hysterics, you attempted to turn on the glass-stained lamp on your nightstand, but due to the barely visible moonlight seeping through the window, you failed to do so. In an abrupt fit of frustration, you slapped the lamp, causing to tremble slightly.

Then, you collapsed into your bed, weeping into your silk pillowcase.

Everything suddenly appeared terrifying. It frightened you how you weren't able to differentiate between illusions and reality, causing you to repeatedly check your surroundings to make sure you weren't in some cluttered cellar being held hostage for whatever reason.

Blade. You wanted to be with Blade.

Your heart hurt. It felt as if some unknown being's hands were beginning to squeeze the blood out of the organ, vermilion liquid flowing through your sweaty body. It felt as if a metal wrecking ball had slammed into your skull, for a throbbing migraine had spread throughout your head.

You ended up bursting into sobs, your shivering frame curling up against the soft quilt on your bed. You swore there were shadowy figures standing in the corners of your room, watching you agonize in your suffering while they did nothing, but the fever had gotten a strong grip on you before you could discover it was just a hallucination.

You missed Blade. You wanted to tell him "I love you," but unfortunately, telepathy didn't exist just yet. And who knew where your phone was...

Helpless, unknowing of what to do, you muttered, "I'm sorry, Blade... I'm really sorry," over and over again your pneuma was slowly being drained out of you.

Your throat felt too dry, but your legs felt like jelly when you tried to get on the move. You would get painkillers for the migraine, but you didn't know where they were, let alone if there were any in the infirmary. Perhaps a bit of classical music would do you some good. After all, the saying went like this: "Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak."

So exhausted. You just wanted to—

Out of nowhere, you heard your bedroom door click open, the ominous creak only deepening your anxiety—and then a deep yet quiet sigh was heard.

Your sobs cut off instantaneuosly, and your eyes burned as you squinted in the dark to make out the versimilatude tall figure amongst the fading shadowy figures. His tailcoat swayed slightly, and his arms were crossed as he stopped right at your bedside.

You grinned, still in the clutches of your delirium, believing he was another trick from your mind, even though you wanted to see him.

He wasn't an illusion though.

"Bladie," you called out, almost relieved at the sight of him.

The man said nothing in response to the nickname. Instead, his hand moved to turn on the glass-stained lamp you had somehow struggled to turn on, the ambience now softly illuminated by the warm golden glow of the artificial light.

He faced you once more, flame-colored eyes looking down at your flushed face. He reached out to push out the stray strands of hair sticking to the sweat, his touch as light as a butterfly's. It was as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting you. Heh, how considerate.

"Rest. Go to sleep."

Aeons, the migraine pounded so terribly it felt like your head was going to break apart into smithereens; however, his words managed to still your crazed state, even if merely for a short time. Your hands were gripping onto the quilt, eyes hazy as you silently gazed back at him like he was an undiscovered species.

Seeing that you weren't able to rest properly, Blade left your room, returning quickly with a white cloth and a bottle of medicine. He went to sit on the edge of your bed, lifting your head up slightly so you could take a few sips of the bittersweet medicine. Seemingly satisfied now, he lowered your head and set the wet cloth on your forehead, hoping that it would help lower your fever down a bit.

"Don't go," your voice managed to rasp out, a trembling hand reaching out to touch his cheek.

He grabbed ahold of your hand and planted a kiss on your knuckles. He patted the limb, setting it on his chest where his heart was located so you could be reassured that he was real; that he was here, alive and well.

"I won't go," he replied.

Your crying had resumed. You didn't even know why you were genuinely sad. Maybe the woes of bygone memories had come to enact vengeance while you were in this fragile state, or perchance the wintry weather outside had taken a toll on your emotional well-being, considering how much it bothered you that it snowed too much, knowing how you couldn't curse Mother Nature for it. Or was it how careful Blade was being with you? No one in your early life has ever been so...sweet with you.

"Blade," you called out again, your grip tightening on his hand. No more words needed to be said to express your emotions.

The swordsman shushed you, his free hand stroking your hair, the action giving off a tingly sensation throughout your scalp. "I'm here," he reassured you. "I'm not going anywhere. Not here, not now."

"Everything will be alright."

He wiped away your tears, both the recent and dried ones. Letting go of you, he lifted the quilt and tucked you in, making sure the warmth wasn't too overwhelming. Once he made sure of it, he leaned down to kiss you on the cheek, his thumb stroking the skin.

"Don't worry about me leaving," Blade comforted. "Sleep in peace. I will remain here until you wake up."

[redr0sewrites]

HI HELLO HII!! :3

i woke up today with no thoughts but edging blade and making him ride me.

I AM THE NUMBER 1 BOTTOM BLADIE ADVOCATE. i see every character as a switch but theres way too many top blade fics and i think he needs to be absolutely destroyed like if you put me in a room with him one of us is coming out pregnant and its not going to be me.

- liz (THIS GOT VERY WORDY FOR NO REASON SORRY HEJDKSKSJS)

AAAA UR SO REAL FOR THIS LIZ <33 sorry this took so long to reply to, i started this but stupid tumblr ate my progress so i had to restart 😒 ANYWAYS, I HOPE U ENJOY !!

🥀Cw: smut, AMAB!reader, sub!blade, overstimulation, marking, creampie, edging, breeding kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

"p-please!" Blade moaned out, thighs quaking as you rocked your hips back up against him. He was straddling you, his neglected cock twitching as you forced him deeper onto your cock. "nghh puh-please, i wanna- i need to come..." blades stoicism had dissipated entirely, leaving you with the whiny mess currently grinding in your lap.

you had denied him of his orgasm 3 times already throughout the night, and he was becoming desperate. his poor cock was leaking precum, and his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as tears formed on his lash line. he was just so pathetic, he needed you so bad! who were you to deny him?

"aww, bladie~ why should I? tell me why I should let you come. are you being a good boy for me?" you smirked, thrusting upwards into his tight hole hard enough to make him sob.

"i- im being good! im your good boy! please- please- ngh- i need you so-oo bad" blade moaned, nails digging into your shoulders as your hand traveled up his chest to his nipples. you leaned forward, taking one into your mouth and kneading the other with your hand. suddenly, you twisted the hardened nub between your fingers while simultaneously thrusting up against his prostate and he squealed in pleasure. fat, glossy tears streamed down blade's cheeks as you began to pick up the pace, leaning back and thrusting up into him so hard he nearly toppled onto you. needy whines escaped his lips as you mercilessly railed him, forcing him to ride you. blade's hips grinded in tandem with yours, and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm.

"you close baby? t-tell me how bad you want it~" you choked out, a moan threatening to slip past your lips as he squeezed your cock so tightly.

"i- auhhg- p-please, please i need it, i need you, i needa' come o-oh-" blade was cut off with a scream as he arched his back, hips stuttering as his sought after high washed over him. Your eyebrows knitted together, you could feel your own release building in your orgasm.

"You want my cum, baby? want me to come inside, fill you up real nice? im gonna breed this precious hole, fuck you full of my seed~" Blade's mind went blissfully blank at your words, and you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock, stroking him roughly as he shook in overstimulation. He could already feel yet another coil of pleasure building in his abdomen as your thrusts became more sporadic.

"Ye-yes, o-oh yes, please master, i need you, nghh need your cum, want you to fill me up so bad, want it so bad-" your hips jerked up in a few final thrusts as bliss filled every nerve in your body. Blade let out a needy sob as you came inside him, his hole tightening so perfectly around you as a second orgasm shook through him unexpectedly. His cock coated the both of you in his release, and a ring of cum surrounded the base of your own dick still inside of him. With a soft whine, Blade collapsed on top of you and you chuckled softly.

"You tired baby?"

"mhm. Wanna sleep." with no reason to argue, you wrapped your arms around your lover as he nuzzled into your neck, and you gently pulled out of him. blade whimpered softly and you chuckled, gently running your hands through his hair as you both began to drift off.

bro i havent written smut in a hot minute so sorry if this sucks lmao- I LOVE BIG SUBBY MEN THAT NEED YOU SO BAD THEY JUST CANT GET OFF WITHOUT U!!! ANYWAYS FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS I LOVE UUUUU HOPE U ENJOYED!

[pryllee]

Whoops.

Blade x Fem! Reader

Injuries, confessing, teensy bit angsty, reader has wings, mwuah

A/N: Short summary, you got injured, blade doesn't seem to care much, you become mad asf and blurt out a confession on accident while Kafka and the others are in the room. I'll use normal text this time incase people can't see clearly.

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Blade cleans out your wound apparently trying to be gentle yet fails horribly making his motions rigid as fuck.

You can't help but wince and flinch at the stinging sensation the alcohol dampened cotton ball rubs at the harsh bruise on your ankle.

"Fuck— ow! Do I really need a bruise cleaned out?" You sob in disdain, wings suddenly flinching as the cotton ball makes its way down the huge neon red slash on your back.

"Yes. Now stop moving so much." He scolded back in response, only pulling out a soft annoyed whimper out of your pursed lips.

"Bladie, y'know you should try to be a bit more gentle with her." Kafka sighs, seeming to feel bad for you.

As you tried to fly away during a mission to avoid a horrid predicament, one of the opposers had tugged onto your leg harshly, slicing your back in the process of trying to cut your wings.

"Not my fault she keeps squirming around so much." Grabbing a roll of gauze, wrapping it around your torso trying to avoid hindering your capabilities to fly — in short, trying not to wrap your wings along as well.

"There." He cut the gauze off, securing it in place as you see the others enter the room from behind.

They're probably here to grab a few things.

He stood up, returning to his normal stance, "Now, can I go Kafka?" Speaking impatiently. The tone and choice of words triggered something inside of you, furrowing your brows slightly.

"Aeons, Blade, if you never wanted to even come see me in the first place, you should've just stayed in your stupid training grounds mindlessly fighting your dumb inner demons." You scowled, earning a shocked look from Kafka, with the others turning their head in curiousity

"What?" Blade hissed, daring you to repeat those words you so unthankfully uttered after he helped you.

"Oh don't even. You clearly heard what I said you asshole — God why are you so fucking clueless whenever I come around? You always listen to Kafka, Kafka this, Kafka that." You mock him, adding more;

"I don't even understand why I like you!"

You abruptly cover your mouth almost instantly as shock took over your whole body, realizing what you had accidentally blurted out unconciously.

Silver Wolfs jaw seemed to drop, mouth agape from your sudden confession she and Firefly had accidentally stumbled into.

"Oh?" Kafka gave a small laugh, yet tears threatnened to spill from the embarrassment avoiding Blades eyes as you hurriedly got up, fishing up your discarded shirt making a mad dash out of the infirmary with your wings covering your whole upper half to try shield you from the eyes that were on you.

You couldn't even tell what the expression on his face was as you ran away in a fit of embarrassment.

Wanting to bury a hole to hide in forever, yet you couldn't. Only running outside onto the rooftop.

You held onto the railings, trying to take deep breathes, tilting your head backwards to stop the tears from flowing.

For some reason, you felt like snapping today. Maybe you woke up on the wrong side of bed, but who knows?

You nestled your head against your arms, resting against the ice cold metal. Till you suddenly heard the rooftop door fly open.

Soft yet loud footsteps could be heard approaching you from behind, making a few tears slip out dampening your sleeves slightly in the process.

It was obvious one of them told him to run after you — yet you just continued to burrow your head, hiding yourself in embarrassment hoping he'd just walk away like he always did after taking one glance to confirm you were fine.

Your wings again flinched at the sudden contact of a finger, "Piss off." You hissed, turning your head to the side trying to avoid his prying eyes.

"You liked me?" He asked, leaning against the railings you weren't facing.

You only remained silent, feeling like you could vomit at any moment with how your stomach felt like it was twisting out of anxiety. He tugged at your hair, making you face him earning an annoyed hiss.

"I'm sorry."

"...?"

He apologized...— He apologized ?

He let go of your hair, instead wrapping one hand around your neck as he leaned into your lips. Kissing you.

His lips felt rough, yet warm. The rest of his body seemed to be cold to the touch like a lifeless body, yet his lips felt warm against yours.

You pushed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tightly never wanting to let go — until you hear a ’ click! ’ from behind you.

"Whoops, didn't meant to interrupt the moment, sorry guys." Silver Wolf giggled amusingly with a camera in hand, causing the blood from your face drain.

You were about to run over to smack the camera out of her hands, but Blades grip on you intensified.

"Ignore her." He hummed.

"But—" As you were about to speak, he shut you up with a kiss once again as Silver Wolf took it as her cue to make a run for it.

Pulling away, his lips left a string of saliva connecting both of you.

Blade became a lot more doting after this.

[jymwahuwu]

Ever since the 1.2 update released and the storyline continues.. I remember the scene were blade and danheng met. Blade said he was loosing control when he saw danheng and his mars urges to kill him.. and I immediately thought of something when he said those..

So like.. what if we're one of the people who will pay the price? And the same situation where blade is loosing control over his mara strike.. and instead of trying to kill us.. he noncons you instead in a more feral state. Not giving you any mercy nor stopping until we're a sobbing mess and covered in white cream... (Man I don't even know what I'm thinking of...😀)

CW: non-con, recording without consent, others are watching, revenge, yandere, afab reader

I've thought about this too…if we're going to pay the price🫣 but Blade doesn't want to kill us, just wants to see us suffer or be ravaged…it must be that he loved us in Xianzhou, but…we betrayed him.

You are now forced to transform into immortality, just like him. Blade is chasing you. He does not control your freedom. Just putting a collar around your neck for a few days pushes you out, allowing you to walk around any planet. However, no matter which planet you visit, the Blade is destined to find you, pin your head to the ground, pounding you in the back, hitting sensitive spots. He knows your sensitive parts and forces you to orgasm. No matter what new friend, bond, or even new lover you have now, the end result is - you are strapped in front of them and have to sit on him and ride his cock like a dumb slut. "Blade…I'm sorry…" The tears of fear in your eyes were as stinging and sour as the ruthless betrayal you had brought him.

Will Silver Wolf and Kafka join? 🤔Silver Wolf may be more sympathetic to you and persuade Blade to play some games instead of chasing you endlessly, but she won't do much. Blowing bubble gum while recording and saving some videos of you sobbing can still be done. Afterwards, she refuses to do anything, and leaves to play the game. Kafka…she'll fuel or stop Blade in his Mara state, watch you get ravaged by Blade, and be like- "Bladie, listen to me: unleash the mara."

Those painful and hateful memories flooded into his mind, the scarlet eyes staring at you deepened, and the balls pressed against your sore and wet cunt. "Blade…don't…don't…I was wrong!! Stop…" You don't know if it's an illusion, feeling the already terrifying dick thicker and harder, buried deep inside you, against the opening of your uterus. And the white cream that had been pumped in couldn't bear this size, accompanied by the loud sound of soaking water, and some flowed out, dripping along your butt on the bed.

After it's over, you're lying in bed, exhausted, even your tears have dried, panting slowly, your body filled with cum, every hole fully cared for. The lady with the violet eyes and hair, remind him. "Bladie? Don't go too far. Take your little pet to take a bath." In the blurred vision, you watched the bandaged hand reach out to you, then hesitantly picked you up and took you into the bathroom.

[aventurineswife]

Stages of Shadows: Chapter 5 - Center Of It All

The air was thick with tension, heavy with the sterile chill of recycled oxygen. [Name] stirred awake, their body stiff and aching. Their last memory was of falling—falling into chaos, pursued by shadows that seemed to mock their every step. Yet now, they found themselves in an unfamiliar place: a dimly lit chamber with an angular aesthetic of polished steel and muted lights.

"You're awake," came a smooth, velvety voice.

[Name] turned their head to see her—a figure dressed in an elegant coat, the fabric adorned with intricate, spider-like patterns. Her posture was relaxed, yet there was an undeniable sharpness in her demeanor. She sat perched on the edge of a sleek console, her legs crossed, her expression a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

"Where… where am I?" [Name] croaked.

“Somewhere safe,” she replied, her voice both soothing and unsettling. “For now. You're in the care of the Stellaron Hunters. Congratulations.”

The words didn’t feel comforting. If anything, they were laced with an underlying menace.

Her gaze shifted to the door, and the silence in the room was broken by the entrance of others. First was a tall figure, his presence filling the room with an intimidating aura. His eyes scanned [Name] with a detached, dispassionate intensity. The weapon he carried, a fractured sword, seemed to pulse with an ominous energy.

Behind him walked a woman, her teal-tinged hair glowing faintly in the dim light. She moved with the quiet precision of a soldier, her eyes sharp and calculating as she surveyed the situation.

Lastly, a young woman entered, her movements fluid and confident. She smirked as she glanced at [Name], her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. She was holding a device in her hand, its screen flashing with streams of data that seemed to shift in ways only she understood.

"Kafka," the first man said bluntly. “Why is this one still alive?”

[Name] tensed at the words, but Kafka only chuckled softly.

“Patience, Bladie. They may yet prove useful,” she said, turning back to [Name]. “Elio foresaw your arrival. That’s why we intervened.”

“Elio?” [Name] asked, voice trembling.

“You’ll meet him soon enough,” Firefly interjected, her voice soft but edged with steel. “For now, you should explain yourself. Why were you involved in Stages of Shadows?”

[Name] blinked in confusion. “Stages of Shadows? I… I was just trying to— Nevermind that! Robin, Sunday—”

At the mention of Robin’s name, the atmosphere shifted. Kafka’s calm exterior flickered for a moment, revealing a flicker of something more dangerous beneath. The others, too, seemed to react—Silver Wolf’s smirk vanished, Firefly’s brow furrowed, and Blade’s gaze became even more piercing.

“So it’s true,” Kafka murmured. “Robin is… gone.”

[Name] felt the weight of their stares pressing down on them. “I didn’t kill her. I would never—”

“You say that,” Blade interrupted coldly, “but you’re still alive. And in this universe, survival often comes at someone else’s expense.”

Firefly stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “Do you realize what Robin represented? The resonance of her music, the depth of her connection to the people—she wasn’t just another contestant. Her death disrupted something… larger.”

[Name] looked between them, their confusion mounting. “What are you talking about? Robin was my friend. She—she was everything good about that stage. I couldn’t save her, but I didn’t kill her!”

Silver Wolf snorted. “Well, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. But before you spill your sob story, let’s make one thing clear.” She tapped her device, and a holographic display flared to life. It showed a web of interconnected events, with [Name]’s name glowing ominously in the center.

“You’re at the heart of something big,” Silver Wolf continued. “Your decisions, your survival—it’s all too… convenient. Don’t think for a second that we’re going to trust you.”

The door hissed open, and a new figure entered. His presence commanded immediate attention—an enigmatic man whose voice seemed to carry the weight of inevitability. His eyes, calculating, locked onto [Name] with a knowing gaze.

"You must be wondering why we saved you," He said, his voice smooth and deliberate. “The truth is simple: I foresaw it. Every moment, every choice you’ve made has led you here. You are a piece on the board, and the game is far from over.”

“What game?” [Name] demanded.

Elio’s gaze sharpened, and for a moment, [Name] felt as if their very soul was being dissected.

“The Stages of Shadows,” Elio replied. “It is not just a competition. It is a stage for fate itself—a confluence of paths, where choices ripple across the fabric of the universe. Robin’s death, Sunday’s distrust of you, your involvement with us—they are all threads in a larger tapestry. And you, my dear [Name], are at the center of it all.”

As Elio spoke, Kafka stepped closer to [Name], her expression softening into something almost empathetic.

“Robin believed in you,” Kafka said quietly. “That alone makes you… interesting. But belief can only carry you so far.”

Blade’s grip tightened on his sword. “We should test their loyalty. If they betray us—”

“We’ll know.” Firefly finished grimly.

Elio raised a hand, silencing them. “Trust is not given lightly among us, [Name]. But you have something we need—a perspective, a path forward. Prove yourself, and you may yet survive.”

“How?” [Name] asked, their voice trembling.

Kafka smiled, her elegance masking the sharp edge of her words. “We’ll start with something simple. You’ll accompany us on our next mission. Consider it a trial by fire. And who knows? You might even enjoy yourself.”

As [Name] sat there in their chamber, their mind swirled with questions and doubts. Who were the Stellaron Hunters, truly? What was their connection to Robin and the Stages of Shadows? And most importantly, could [Name] trust them—or were they merely trading one danger for another?

Only one thing was certain: the game was far from over, and the next move would be theirs.

As [Name] wandered the dimly lit corridors of the Stellaron Hunters' base, their thoughts were a chaotic mess. The weight of Elio’s words still lingered in their mind, heavy with the implications of what they had heard. The Stages of Shadows… it’s all been orchestrated, a game of fate itself, they thought. Their heart sank at the realization—Robin’s death, Sunday’s distrust, and their own survival were all parts of something far larger than they could have ever imagined.

They needed to get their friends out. They couldn’t let them remain trapped in that twisted competition. But as they roamed the base, lost in the maze of steel walls and humming machinery, they found themselves questioning everything. What kind of people were these Stellaron Hunters, really?

It wasn’t long before they stumbled upon a strange door at the end of an otherwise deserted hallway. The room beyond was dim, its lights flickering erratically. The air inside felt different, heavy, as if the very atmosphere had absorbed the sorrow and dread of countless secrets.

[Name] stepped cautiously inside, eyes scanning the room. Their breath caught in their throat as they noticed a large, transparent tube in the center. Inside the tube was a person, suspended in some kind of gel-like substance. They were unconscious, their body motionless, a faint glow surrounding them. It wasn’t a simple containment chamber. This was something else entirely—something far more sinister.

Before [Name] could take another step toward the tube, the soft echo of footsteps broke the silence. A figure appeared in the doorway.

“Curiosity has its consequences.” came Kafka’s voice, smooth and cold as ever.

[Name] stiffened, their hand instinctively moving toward the door, but Kafka stepped into the room, her presence as commanding as it was unsettling.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she continued, her eyes flicking toward the tube with a subtle glance of distaste. “This is not for your eyes. Come with me.”

[Name] hesitated, their mind racing with questions, but Kafka’s expression didn’t change—there was no softness, no warmth in her tone.

“I know you’re eager to understand everything, but there are things here you’re better off not knowing,” Kafka said, her voice now laced with a trace of something else. Something dark.

Without another word, Kafka turned and walked toward the exit. [Name] was left with no choice but to follow, the unsettling image of the person in the tube lingering in their mind. What was it? Who were they? Why were they kept in such a state?

As Kafka led [Name] back down the sterile hallways, the weight of her words hung heavily between them. This was not just a base—it was a prison, a place where the Stellaron Hunters held more than just enemies. They held secrets, and those secrets were not meant for people like [Name] to uncover.

Kafka glanced back at them, her expression unreadable. “You have a lot to learn, [Name]. But some things are better left unknown.”

For a moment, [Name] thought they saw a flicker of something softer in Kafka’s eyes. A shadow of doubt, perhaps? But before they could contemplate it further, she turned down another hallway, leading them away from the room—and its horrifying contents.

The mystery deepened.

As Kafka led [Name] deeper into the heart of the Stellaron Hunters’ base, [Name] could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on them. Every step echoed through the cold, metallic halls, and their mind raced with the enormity of what they had just discovered. The base was not just a fortress—it was a tomb, a place where lives were twisted, discarded, and forgotten for the sake of something far darker than any game.

The Stages of Shadows was no mere competition; it was a death trap, an entertainment meant for the cruel amusement of those who watched. And now, [Name] was in the thick of it, caught between the dangerous allure of the Stellaron Hunters and the responsibility they felt to save their friends—and clear their name. The image of Robin’s face, her trust in them, and her final words haunted them. ‘I have to prove Sunday wrong. I have to prove I didn’t kill her.’

“Kafka,” [Name] said, voice firm despite the whirlwind of emotions inside. “I’ve been thinking.”

Kafka paused, glancing at [Name] with a raised brow. She said nothing but the slight curve of her lips betrayed a hint of curiosity.

“If I’m going to be working with you,” [Name] continued, stepping closer, “I need to make a deal. If I’m going to help the Stellaron Hunters—if I’m going to risk my life for you—then you help me first.”

Kafka’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained silent, waiting for them to continue.

“I want to save my friends,” [Name] said, their voice steady now, the resolve clear in their eyes. “I want them out of the Stages of Shadows. I want to expose the truth. I want everyone to know what that competition really is—and how dangerous it is. I don’t care what It takes, but if I’m going to help you, you have to help me prove Sunday wrong. I didn’t kill Robin. I could never… I couldn’t save her, but I didn’t kill her.”

Kafka studied [Name] for a long moment, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched between them like a taut wire. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and measured.

“Fine,” she said simply, her gaze sharp. “But you should understand something—trust doesn’t come easy here. We don’t make promises lightly. But if your goal is to disrupt The Stages of Shadows and get your friends out, we’ll do what we can. As for Sunday… he’s a man of conviction, but even conviction can be shaken with the right evidence.”

[Name] breathed a quiet sigh of relief, though they knew the road ahead would not be easy. It would take more than just words to convince Sunday—and the rest of the world—that they were innocent. But with the Stellaron Hunters’ help, they might stand a chance.

“Thank you,” they said, their voice soft but filled with determination. “Robin… she trusted me. She said her last words to me were to protect her brother—to take care of him.” They felt the weight of those words deep in their chest, the promise still burning. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure her brother is safe. I owe it to her.”

Kafka’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she nodded slowly. “Your loyalty is noted. Keep that promise, [Name]. It will matter more than you realize.”

The conversation hung in the air, both a pact and a warning. Kafka didn’t offer reassurances, but there was something in her demeanor that suggested she understood the gravity of what [Name] was asking. The deal was made, and now it was time to see if they could hold up their end.

“Now,” Kafka said, turning on her heel, “we have a mission to prepare for. The first step toward saving your friends and proving your innocence begins now.”

[Name] nodded resolutely, their heart set on their path. They knew what they had to do. But the shadows of the past still lingered—Robin’s trust, Sunday’s disbelief, and the looming dangers of the Stages of Shadows. There was no turning back. The game was on, and they were ready to play.

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[sqgeism]

* pairing : blade x gn reader

* prompt : the person originally asked for a blade thats soft with the reader!

* authors note : TO THE ASKER. IM SO SORRY WHOEVER YOU ARE, I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED YOURS EARLY BEFORE I FINISHED AND I SOBBED WAMNSMENWE 😭😭😭. tears. in. my. eyes.

BLADE rolls his eyes and mumbles a little as Kafka once again calls him 'Bladie'. You giggle at the nickname and the idea that there was a chance that the Stellaron Hunters would've consisted of Kafka, Silverwolf, (name) and Bladie. (he also gives you a bit of an unamused look when he catches you)

Despite his snarky attitude around most people, Blade was always surprisingly gentle when it came to you. You'd look at his hands that turned calloused because of the many battles he's been through with his sword, but always felt so gentle when it would he holding onto you. His touch was delicate whenever he'd be caressing any parts of your body, but your favorite was whenever he'd cup your face in his hands and something about his hands felt so soft when it was holding onto you.

Something a little intimate that nobody would expect him to enjoy is cuddling or spooning. Being the big or little, he didn't really mind. His personal favorite thing to do is lean on top you between your legs and nuzzle himself against your neck and just sleep like that. (Bonus points is that he has his arms tightly wrapped around you.)

AND HIS SMILE!! His smile thats reserved for you, and only you, the only person that gets to see such an expression on his face. After kissing him, he'll pull away and he'll either have a smirk or a warm, love-struck fool of a smile and the way he looks at you with your chin between his fingers. SJRJKEJW

And because you're the first and only person that gets to see that side of him, he knows his heart is set on you and you alone. It aches for you, it yearns to have you with Blade at all times and just let you be with him for however long the galaxy will let him. <3

+ A little bonus is that I feel like he'll like to carry you, either on his back or in his arms and Kafka likes to giggle at the monotonous look he tries to keep on his face to not seem like an absolute sweetheart for you.

"Didn't know you were so loving, Bladie."

"Kafka, if you will, keep your mouth shut."

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Ok but consider: Male Kafka

Disclaimer: Genderbent Kafka/Male!Kafka. Female reader. Toxic Kafka and implication of Blade X reader. Implied free-use. Overstimulation.

Blade let out a grunt as he pulled out his sword from the enemy he defeated, the monster disintegrating into the air. He sighed as he put his sword away, their path cleared completely.

"Come on Kafka, let's go." he said, turning around to look at his companion who hadn't lifted a finger to help clear up their enemies. Not that Blade needed it, but it did annoy him.

"You've been staring at your damn phone this entire time." he said with a scowl, "What's so important?" "Hmm?" Kafka responded, clearly not hearing Blade as his focus was on his phone. But the expression on his face was one the sword user recognized easily. Pure, unadulterated glee.

His eyes sparkled in sadistic excitement as he bit his gloved finger, unable to hide his wicked smirk. And there was only one person Blade knew that could get this kind of reaction out of Kafka. "...Is it your pet?"

"You know me so well, Bladie!" Kafka responded, this time hearing him as he nodded, "Come have a look." With a roll of his eyes to mask his curiosity, Blade walked over to his comrade and looked into his phone, eyes widening as he took in what he saw. It was what appeared to be live footage of you on a bed, buck naked with your limbs tied to the bed post. You had a blindfold over your eyes and a gag in your mouth, clamps on your nipples and a dildo in your pussy with a vibrator taped to your clit. The bed sheets underneath your butt were soaked with your juices, your blindfold wet with your tears. and of course, never being without it, was your collar with the letter KAFKA attached to it.

"Oh~ Doesn't she look simply stunning, Bladie?" Kafka asked, giggling as he watched you writhe under the assault of the vibrator, your tied up legs trembling, "So pathetic and useless- God it gets me so hard~" "That is pretty hot." Blade admitted, "Wait- so this is live?" "Mmhmm." Kafka said with a nod, "I left her like this before we left." "...We left like two hours ago. And it will take us at least another two to finish things up here." "Your point being?" Blade let out a scoff, always impressed at the level of sadism Kafka seemed to possess, "Guess we better finish up here quickly if we don't want your pet to pass out."

"And what makes you think I want her to be conscious when I get back? Anyway- want to see something fun?" He opened another app of his phone, the screen splitting in two so the live footage was still visible as he finger went to a slider and pushed it all the way up, making you instantly react on screen, head tossed back with a sob as the dildo in your cunt suddenly started to shake.

"Oh, you can control the toys from here?" Blade asked, mesmerized at how much juice was dripping from your cunt.

"Mmhmm~ Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with this. There's no need to rush, Bladie."

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 1: bondage/shibari with blade from hsr!

warnings: shibari/bondage obv, subspace, affirmation of consent, cockstepping, forced self praise, nipple stimulation, masochist blade, slight feminization, praise

notes: oh shit, here we go

being in a relationship with blade comes with many surprises and way too many heart attacks. no, really, the amount of times you almost had a heart attack because of this man is insane.

coming back home injured and on the brink of death. sudden reopening of his wounds and stitches because he was so used to pain. or the fact that he literally fell unconscious on your lap because he forgot to eat anything for the last who knows what long?

or even now, when he holds out a red rope, asking you to tie him up like a helpless prey.

it took a lot of tries and failures. wrapping the pretty red rope around the bare skin of your masochistic lover is quite hard when you have zero experience on full body bondage. if it were just hands and legs, you were a master at it. but not when it comes to shibari.

“color?” your voice comes out soft and gentle, tightening the last part of the red rope behind his back. all you got in response was a quiet shuddered breath.

“bladie, color?” fastening the end of the rope behind his back — not too tight, not too loose — your hand comes up to rest atop his head before slowly stroking his hair. that snapped him out of his current thoughts real fast as his hazy ruby eyes shift up to look at you.

“g-green… green” blade nods, gulping down what saliva was being collected in his mouth.

looking down at your handiwork, the stellaron hunter almost lets out a loud moan at the sight. red rope, one that is the same color of his eyes, fastened around his body so prettily. his chest, breasts you like to call whenever you squeeze them, looked bigger than usual. a part of the red rope going down and around his pecs, digging into his skin just enough to remind him of the current action you two were about to do. and his cock, standing angry red and proud.

he was hard. embarrassingly so.

you haven’t done anything but tie him up to his request and oh gods, he was already so embarrassingly hard.

if you were to see his arousal and the slight pre already on his tip, what would you do? would you scold him? call him mean and degrading names? would you leave him untouched and desperate for hours? would you slap his cock and make him cry and sob in a twisted sense of pleasure and pain?

a hand comes to rest on his chest, momentarily snapping him out of his thoughts. oh, what would you do? what would you do to him? your poor, pathetic, helpless lover.

“my sweet bladie. look at you, staying there all tied up like a little prey” he briefly hears your voice call out, hands starting to fondle and squeeze his pecks. unconsciously, he pushed his chest further into your hand, wanting more of your sweet touches. it felt like his entire body was on fire and only your hand could soothe him. or even make it worse.

“do you like it, dear? does my pretty boy like it when i fondle his tits like that?” he lets out an embarrassingly loud noise at your words. a pathetic sound that’s akin to a mewl that a cat in heat makes. without even noticing, his hips stutter in his position on the rug covered floor as well.

“such a cute and round breasts you have, my love. so full. they fit in my hand so prettily. do you think if i suck on your pretty nipples for long enough, you would start lactating?”

oh. oh no. just that mental image or the thought of having your mouth wrapped around his areola had him whining out loudly. rutting his hips on the material of the soft rug desperately as he tries to make your words a reality. oh, would you help him out if that actually does end up becoming real? would you suck and stimulate his nerves so often and too much to the point that he would actually start lactating just like a woman would? would you suck on his leaking milk?

such vile thoughts that made him squirm on his place on the floor with a long, drawn-out whine. who would have ever thought your stoic looking lover would be such a weak little thing.

not that you minded it. you loved it actually. all the more reasons to circle a thumb around his hardened bud, making him twitch and buck his hips, searching for the tiniest bits of friction to his poor leaking cock.

"ah right. how mean of me. i forgot about your little problem" you let out a soft coo, deciding to try out a new thing as well. no point in backing out now. your sweet boy was already a mess on the floor with just a few touches and caresses. might as well help him out and fulfill his fantasies.

"color?" you ask again, one of your feet lightly resting on his stomach, pressing lightly, just enough pressure to cause blade to gain his words again from wherever his pretty mushy brain is swimming in once he gets to this state.

understanding the implications of your words and what you were asking affirmation for, blade couldn't help but nod his head a little too eagerly. the dirty and vile side of him wanting what exactly it was you were offering. the dark and more twisted part of him just wanted you to do that already. to take what you wanted without asking, make him scream, jolt, sob from the suddenness of it all.

but of course, you would never do that. you were so caring of him. makes him wonder how he even was lucky enough to have you as his own lover.

"my love, i need to hear you use your words" your voice sounded a bit harsher than he remembered. did he made you mad? disappointed? sad? he didn't meant to! poor little blade was just too damn lost in his own little space. all thanks to the rope and the suffocating amount of trust he blindly puts in you.

"green... please? aeons, please just touch me" his response was sluggish. slow. slurred. drunken and lost in the hazy grips of pleasure and anticipation. that was all you needed.

with a comforting headpat, the feet that you had placed on his stomach slowly trailing down before coming to rest over his hard on. just a simple buck of his hips and he can get to feel you step down on his cock. the thought had blade already panting and drooling. but you haven’t even touched him yet. what a perverted boy, he was.

slowly but gently, you pressed down on his arousal before putting just enough pressure to cause him to let out gasps and loud whines. it felt good. you felt good. you were making him feel so good and blade? oh, he could never be happier nor could he ever thank you enough for it.

“t-thank you…! gunhhg thankyou thankyo—oounpp!!! gccck♡︎!” the man blabbers on drunkenly, his hips twitching as he tries to rut up into your feet further to make you just stomp on his pathetic cock. he would love that so much. the disgusting, masochist part of him would love that so fucking much.

“you’re my pretty boy, right? my sweet toy. my cute prey. my darling blade, right? you’re still my good bladie, right?” he could briefly hear you hum so sweetly. voice like a honey on his fried brain. in response, all blade could do was nod and nod eagerly like a pup. hands straining against the pretty red ropes that you tied around him.

“words, blade” the hand that was still playing and squeezing at him breast — god he completely forgot about your hand there — squeezes at his hardened nipple before pulling on it slightly. that was a warning for him to use his words. to repeat back what you said to him like a broken record. or else, you would probably deny touching him all-together and your sweet boy would hate that.

“guuh— i am! i am i am! ‘m your good boy. y-your sweet boy! ‘m still your cute bladie nyaah♥︎!” that last part slipped out unconsciously. he could barely even form any words now. just pathetically humping the rug and your feet that’s pressed down on his leaking cock, face pressed against the side of your thigh as his noises become more loud and debouched.

all he knew was to keep repeating the words you said. there was no need for him to think. why would he have the need to think when you were right there in front of him, helping him and being so cruel yet so sweet to him? blade didn’t needed to use his head when with you.

so, he just simply kept parroting your words through jumbled heap of mess. how he was your toy. your cute prey. your good boy. your love, blade. yours, yours, yours, yours—!

“uuunghh! mmpf-fuck! fuckfuckfuck! n-nnyaaghh♡︎♡︎!” twitching violently on his place on the floor, the immortal tries to break free from the ropes keeping his hands tied tightly to his sides. blade had always been a touchy guy, wanting to scratch your back, sides, hips, wherever his hands could reach. and yet he couldn’t. not this time and it’s all because of what he said and his own wishes.

so, he simply settles on mewling embarrassingly loud as his hips stutter in place, cock cumming untouched as he tries to hide his drooling face into the soft flesh of your thighs, soiling your feet with his own cum.

“g-gcckk.. m-more… unngh need you t-to fill me up” blade mumbles, voice muffled as he rubs his cock against your feet. he was already hard again and the skin on skin contact stung whenever he slowly humped your leg. oh but he loved it.

the red ropes matched his flushed cheeks and bleary eyes perfectly. so, who are you to stop now and deny your sweet boy?

[vannies]

hey! could i request blade comforting his crying/upset s/o? tysm!

how does BLADE comfort his upset s/o ?

pairing: blade x gender-neutral reader

warnings: fluff floof with a very loving bladie

BLADE never described himself as affectionate, yet alone comforting. but everything changed when he met you.

from the day you both made it official, he swore to himself to keep you happy. to keep you away from sadness and grief, the two emotions he has truly been familiar with his whole life.

that’s why when you came home from a stressful day, blade couldn’t bear to see you upset, walking in the room and crying.

his breath hitches. blade doesn’t know what to do, and it’s too late to ask a few of his co-workers how to sympathize with a person.

“my love?” he asks, “are you alright?”

you couldn’t find the confidence to respond to your beloved in words, all that came out of your throat were loud sobs. crying and crying, your legs felt weak, and you fell onto blade’s body.

he swiftly catches you with one hand, and pulls you in for a hug. he doesn’t know if this’ll help, but wants to make sure you feel loved. cupping your cheeks with the other hand, he tilts your head so you can see him. you catch a glimpse of a smile forming on his lips, something that was rare to see. using his thumb, he wipes away your tears in one move.

“don’t cry. it’s okay, i’m here. though i may not be of any help right now.. i will always have my ears open to listen to your troubles.”

a slight tint of red forms across his face, wondering if that was the right thing to say. what if you didn’t want him to listen? maybe he said something wrong?

digging your head into his neck, you whispered that it was okay. “i think i’m fine now.. thank you, blade. that helped a lot..” you chuckled. “i’m glad i got to see such a comforting side of you.”

the slight red blush on his face from earlier turned an even darker shade as he lifts up his bandaged hand to toy with your hair. blade sighs, “i.. whatever happens, i’ll always be on your side.”

bladie.. finally going back to requests again.. just needed another one week break!! send in more!!

[redr0sewrites]

Continuing from your jealousy HCs for Blade, I especially like the idea of reader topping Blade. His jealousy is painfully obvious at times and I think he would try to deny it, that he's not jealous and that he just finds it annoying that you're talking so sweetly to another man. He'd become a little mean and petty, kinda like a cat.

What better way to assure him than to leave your claim all over his body, kiss, bite, and mark him up. Fuck him rough and good, all while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, how well he's taking you, how good he is for you, how you only have eyes for him. Make him cum over and over again, 'till he's shaking and trembling from pleasure. That should make him remember he's the only one you want, or... does he need another reminder 🫣

your sooo real for this anon<33333 bladie is sooooo yummy and pathetic when hes jealous. hope u enjoy~

🥀Cw: smut, sub blade, jealous sex, dirty talk, marking, bondage, praise/degradation, overall filth, gn reader/can be read as a strap or a dick, etc

🥀 minors dni

"im not jealous. i have no idea what your talking about," blade spoke firmly, yet his eyes refused to meet yours.

"aww, its okay to admit it bladie~ your so cute when your jealous", you hum, stepping closer to him until your chests were pressing together. blades breathing was short and ragged, and a pink haze tinted his cheeks. his dark hair framed his face as he looked down at you, his eyes wild with lust.

"im not..." his voice was rough and throaty with arousal, thick and rough and full of desire. you giggle, pushing him back against the bed and he obeyed you perfectly. you pinned him down, even though you were much smaller than him he was always so submissive- how cute!

"do you need a reminder that I'm yours?" you move to straddle him, and his breath hitches as you rub up and down his thick thighs. he nods slowly, and you smirk. in a few sharp tugs, clothing was being discarded and blade was face down, ass up in the sheets, your cock rubbing against his ass. he squirmed, a quiet mewl falling from his lips as you slowly rocked against him.

"how needy~" you whisper in his ear, and he whimpers in response. you entered him suddenly and almost immediately began to fuck into him roughly, his whole body began to tremble with each thrust.

"nghh~ i- im not- please-" blade was gasping, his voice cracked with pleasure as you continued to fuck him senseless. in response, you yanked his hair harshly and began to nip and bite at his neck and shoulders. blade only seemed to grow more and more feral, his hips bucking back against your strap.

"im yours, and your mine. dont forget that, hmm bladie?" blade sobbed in response to your words, he was squeezing you so tight you were sure he was close. his whole body was quivering and his moans grew louder and louder as tears began to form in his eyes.

"im- im sorry- please im close~ ngh- plea-" blade shook, eyes rolling back as your hips continued snapping against his, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"you taking me so well, such a precious little slut. go on, you can cum~" blade opened his mouth in a broken moan as his orgams ripped through him, shoulders shaking as he practically collapsed against the bed, however you didnt stop.

"wha- i- mhm~" blade sobbed, tears were streaming pathetically down his flushed cheeks.

"are you sure you werent jealous?" you ask, voice laced with arousal and malice. he tried to speak, but words failed to form as broken moans and whimpers spluttered from his lips.

"i- im sorry- i was, i was! im yours!" his needy whines and pleas only made your own arousal grow, and you began to fuck into him faster and faster. he began to moan and gasp louder, hips shaking and face flushed.

"wha- mhm- ngh~" his voice shook with arousal, his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were rolling back with every thrust.

"aww, you really thought i was done with you bladie?"

not me dropping smut and then leaving again for 2 days 💀 schools been kicking my ass but ive been getting back into writing so thats good ajsjsj- ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOY ANONN