#honkai blade

[yurinaa-world]

Your probably busying doing other peoples requests but, could I request a Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan and Sunday with a s/o who has heterochromia, but they hide it by using contact lens. But one day they accidentally loss their contact lens.

How would they react to seeing reader with two different eye colors?

𝒞𝒽����𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Sunday x Gender-neutral reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a s/o who has heterochromia, but you hide it by using contact lens

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, Spelling mistakes

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈"

He’s seen the coloured contact lenses in your bathroom and the receipt in your trash but doesn’t question it since if you wanted to tell him, you would’ve. 

He took hints around your room and how awkward you act about your eyes whenever he stares at you without saying anything. (You’re very nervous thinking that he already noticed)

He shows up to your room unexpectedly, injured and in pain. When you open small gaps in the door only for him to force it open, now it’s awkward while you fix his injuries up in utter silence. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You just kept your eyes down, not wanting to look him in the eye, even with a piece of your hair covering your eye. While cleaning up the wound on the side of his torso, gently wrapping bandages around the wound.

You feel his hand push your hair away from your face, making you completely freeze up. Quickly you tie the bandage, unsure what to do next or say. “Look at me.” You feel the hairs on your back rise. 

His thumb lands on the undereye of the different coloured one, feeling your throat go parched. “Do I look weird?…” 

“you look fine…” he mutters under his breath, his hand moves to go to the back of your head, softly bringing you forward, pressing his lips against yours, sloppy, urgent, usually it’s messy but now it seems desperate, you’re weren’t sure if this was because of his injury that was making head go crazy.

you weren’t sure if you should be doing this while he was injured, pulling away from him, both of you left breathless. He presses his forehead against your own, keeping eye contact with you and not wanting you to look away. 

“keep those eyes on me.”

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔 "𝐼𝓂𝒷𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶𝑒"

He probably wouldn’t even know, he doesn’t like being invasive about your personal space, he has the mentality of “if I needed to know you would have told.” Otherwise, he’s taking blind whenever he sees something like coloured contact lenses in your room.

You’re both just in an awkward moment when he accidentally finds out. He doesn’t know what to do and neither do you.

He’s in a trance from your eyes until you get nervous and cover your face with your hands, frozen and unsure of what to do. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You shriek loudly, piercing his ears while you cover your face with your hands, feeling yourself completely freeze; wanting to swallow up by the ground.

You hear him sutter on his words and unsure of what to say. “Are…you alright? Is your face hurt?” He was worried he hit your face, yet you refused to move your hands. 

“No, no, I’m perfectly fine”

“Are you sure? You're covering your face. Could I at least see if you’re alright”

You don’t budge in the slightest, which just causes him to worry that he did hurt you by accident. 

“Please?” 

You just give up, taking your hands away from your face. His eyes go wide, you have different coloured eyes and he wasn’t just making it up in his head, and they look beautiful.

“I’m fine…” you mutter, looking away from him. “Your eyes suit.” He coughed, looking away with blood rushing to his ears.

“You think.”

“Yes” 

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

Jing Yuan also knows, that even though you wear coloured contacts he can tell you’re a bit insecure about your eyes, that little detail is what used to figure it out. yet he doesn’t bother you with that, he won’t lose anything by not telling you, you’ll tell him or you’ll slip up.

He just catches you lacking one night, thinking he’s away for the night yet instead, he surprises you by hugging you from behind and seeing that cute shocked face and uncovering two different coloured eyes.

You look even prettier trying to explain yourself as if he wouldn’t love like this either <3

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You couldn’t help but scream when you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind, bringing your back against their chest.

 “Did I scare you that badly?” Jing Yuan just laughs at your reaction.

“Won’t you let me see your eyes?”

Your face loses all its colour, swiftly turning your head, with two different coloured wide eyes looking back at him. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” You sputter, feeling nervousness pool in your stomach.

“It’s like you think I’m enraged over a small little thing as this.” 

His hand cups your chin and squeezes your cheeks together to make you look like a little fish.

 He then lowers his head down and kisses your forehead. “If anything, these eyes suit you.” He smiles at you. 

“don’t hide from me next time.”

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒶𝓀 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

Sunday knows, he just chooses to wait for you to say something first. If you can’t say it first, why should he pressure and force you to say it? His approach is just waiting for you, or he’ll forever hold his peace.

Don’t get so shy when he finds out. Seeing your face turn away and not wanting to face him to see what kind of reaction he might have to you.

It doesn’t matter, he wants to see your pretty eyes up close so don’t look away. It would be a shame for him to miss this sight of you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Sunday, please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what? Gazing at you with love? Why cover your eyes now.” Feeling your back hitting against the wall as he closes the distance between you, staring deep into your eyes. 

His hand goes to your chin and tilts your head up. “Your eyes are…quite the sight,” You feel your face burn up, blood rushing your cheeks and ears. 

“Why hide something as beautiful as your eyes? My love for you is eternal, I’ll love you no matter what you may look like.” 

Grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles “This is too much! You don’t need to do this.” He laughs softly and pulls you closer, wrapping you in his embrace 

“This is just an ounce of my love for you."

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SO LET ME LOVE YOU

Brushing genshin and honkai men's hair (Blade, Aventurine, Baizhu, Wanderer and Zhongli included)

General masterlist

Blade

You sighed, admiring Blade's long, shiny hair. You almost couldn't believe your lover finally allowed you to take care of him in such sweet way after days of asking him for it with your best puppy eyes. You brushed through his hair with your fingers, they were silky smooth and much softer than you expected. Probably living with so many girls in Stellaron Hunters headquaters rubbed off on him and he had decent haircare routine.

-What are you waiting for? - Blade chuckled. - Few minutes ago you were so eager to become my personal stylist.

You blushed heavily, grateful that he can't see your face right now. Blade sat in a chair in front of you, facing the window. You glance at snowflakes dancing on the wind outside before turning your eyes back to the back of his head. You began to detangle his hair, starting from the bottom and slowly working your way up through layers of his strands. You noticed Blade relax over time, his head learning back comfortably and shoulders dropping down slightly. When you reached his scalp Blade's breathing got suspiciously regular. Massaging the skin his head with your fingertips you heard soft purring sounds coming from him. You realized he fell asleep and snored quietly. In this state he reminded you of an old, lazy cat. You just wanted to scratch behind his ear. Being his source of comfort filled your heart with joy.

Aventurine

You loved those cozy evenings at Aventurine's place. Dimmed, indirect light in his bedroom giving your bodies soft glow, Aventurine humming sweet, foreign melody unknown to you and sensation of expensive sheets under your skin. Words were unnecessary. There was nothing to say or ask about, you were by his side when he won game after game and when he was fighting for his life. Now you wanted to help him get rid of the tension from his body. His job exciting and well-paid, but very dangerous one. Constantly chasing money, fighting and dealing with his enemies left a toll on his mind.

So you reach for the brush on his nightstand and he immediately turnes around, so you can brush his hair for him. Even his locks smelled like luxury, after years of poverty and humiliation he was not shy to invest in himself. Since you started hanging out with him your own skincare and haircare routine got so much better, Aventurine bought only the best things for you. He wanted you both to look perfect on every business meeting, not to mention nights he went to casino with you as his lucky charm.

As you brushed through his hair for him you noticed his sharp and calculating eyes follow your every move in the mirror. Sometimes you thought you knew him like nobody else after all you have been through together, he even told you so much about his past. Yet moments like this were a reminder.

No matter what, he will never let himself be vulnerable again in front of anybody, not even you. He never fully takes off his mask, waiting for the blow to come. You couldn't blame him for not being able to let go of his defenses, not after all he went through, all those years he was forced to keep his guard up to survive. Not when he protected you, took care of all your wants and needs and and chose you to be at the top of the world with him. Even if it wasn't easy to love him, knowing you will never be able to truly see the man behind the persona.

Wanderer

Wanderer would rather die than admit just how much it meant to him when you initiated intimate moments like this. Of course, he could order you to come closer and massage his back or fix his clothes for him, but he hated to beg for attention, afraid of rejection and pushing you away with needy behaviour.

To him it seemed like the world stopped around the two of you when your nails gently scratched his head, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. Your hands went lower, teasing his neck and shoulders. Wanderer exhaled loudly, if his skin wasn't synthetic it would be covered in goosebumps by now. Your warm hands left his body to grab his favourite wooden comb, adorned with intricate carvings and jade.

Wanderer never slept, his body didn't need such human thing and memory of being discarded for crying in his sleep haunted him still, after all those years. So why when you gently brush through his like this he can't resist the urge to close his eyes? You both know he won't shed a single tear this time, with you by his side.

Baizhu

Days flew by fast in Bubu Pharmacy, beloved doctor selflessly served all his patients, sometimes at his own expense, sacrificing even his own health and free time. As he became more and more successful and famous, people from whole Teyvat sought him out, putting their trust in his legendary effectiveness. Burden on your lover's shoulders grew each day, but despite his own physical condition he never gave up on his clients.

Your heart was breaking at sight of Baizhu overworking himself for the third week in a row, your man just returned from the Pharmacy, barely touched his dinner and sat down to write prescriptions. Fortunately, you knew just what to do.

- You have so much on your head, dear - you spoke in a soothing, low voice. - Can I help you with at least one thing and brush your hair for you?

Baizhu looked at you with tenderness in his tired eyes, and pulled out his hairpin, muttering thanks with relief. His long strands cascaded down his back and fell down his surprisingly toned arms you loved to hide in so much. He flexed a bit, finding your reaction to his body cute. You couldn't hide your blush when your eyes fixated on his biceps.

You went behind him, rolling your eyes at Chansheng's teasing remarks. His hair were in great condition, long and voluminous, regularly oiled up and always styled flawlessly. When you effortlessly detangled those smooth like silk strands Baizhu put his paperwork down for once and leaned back into your touch.

You wished for this intimate moment to last as long as possible. You put his hair in a fishtail sealing it with a kiss. Next thing you knew you were embraced by your beloved in your shared bed.

Zhongli

Even in his human form your beloved geo archon could be intimidating, with powerful aura and divine light shining in his eyes, his true might peaked through mortal disguise.

Now, hidden by the walls of your shared home, ancient dragon took on the most natural and comfortable form, letting his draconic features show. His tail curled up in your lap, intricate golden patterns on his skin illuminating the room, pair of horns adorning his head, even scales showing up here and there looked like they manifested straight out of legends. In this moment you were so aware of your own fragility and mortality, understanding that the one you touch is eternal and wields power beyond your comprehension.

As if not mindful of how undeserving you felt to touch him in this form, Zhongli craved to be as close to you as possible when he let his draconic nature come out. He always had to touch you in some way, usually putting his tail around your waist. This time he sat by your feet on expensive pillows, while you occupied his usual place on the couch.

He was so tall you could almost lay your chin down on top of his head, instead you rubbed one of his horns, earning a low purr out of him. Your hand slid down, caressing his hair, so long and thick in this form. You noticed his purring got louder, it gave you an interesting idea.

- Darling, can I brush your hair? - you asked, already reaching for your brush.

- That would be sweet of you, my treasure. - he answered with charming smile.

You kisses him before taking care of his majestic mane. Surrounded by countless souvenirs from centuries long gone he collected for his herd, you wondered how much he lived through, all the friends he lost and lives of his people he watched from beginning to end, witnessing the world around him constantly changing. Did he remember all of them? He was a god of history, burdened with both a blessing and a curse to keep all those people alive in his memory. Does the grief pass if you can never forget?

Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize your fingers kept touching over the base of his horns. Soon, you felt Zhongli's embrace and his strong arms pulled you down on his lap.

- What are you doing? - you asked when he took the brush from your hand.

- Just returning the favour - he answered, letting your hair down.

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Here’s part 2 :P

Also, 1.1 Yanqing boss fight:

[megistusdiary]

"𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴"

this was sitting in my drafts for months, and i opened it and realized i kind of cooked on the first 6 paragraphs i wrote, so i wanted to finish it. also, bun yelled at me :(

dom!blade x sub fem!reader x dom!kafka

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, penetration (reader receiving), fellatio, face-riding, fingering, size difference, leash + collar

you tiptoed quietly down the hall, hands busied with wringing and interlocking your fingers as you made your way down to the common area you shared with the other stellaron hunters.

really, it wasn't quite clear if you actually were a hunter, or rather, just a companion of sorts they liked to keep around.

you tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake anyone on the ship as you approached the area.

just as you reached out towards the panel on the wall, the door opened noisily, making you cringe and immediately flinch when you realized you weren't alone.

both blade and kafka's eyes were on you. the sword blade was previously sharpening laid still on his lap, and kafka's gun dematerialized as her lips quirked up.

the fake fireplace crackled behind them to fill the silence as she rose from the couch, trailing her hand across blade's shoulders as she made her way towards you.

"i didn't know you two were still awake." you spoke softly, standing a little straighter when kafka approached you. she pressed her finger beneath your chin, gently lifting your gaze to meet hers.

"couldn't sleep, hm?" she questioned, prompting you to nod.

"i was coming down to sit by the fire. i didn't mean to disturb anyone." your eyes moved away from kafka's, reflecting the orange glow from the fireplace.

"that's alright. why don't you come in for a bit, hm?" kafka leaned down, recapturing your attention as her finger turned your chin back towards her.

"i really don't want to impose-"

"just come in already, or you really will wake up the entire ship." blade's voice came from behind kafka, as sharp as his name.

"it's just us," kafka smiled, removing her hand from your jaw and resting it on your shoulder. she leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "we don't bite."

blade let out a soft puff of air at that comment, sheathing his sword and standing from the couch.

kafka stifled a laugh as your cheeks heated up. you nodded, allowing kafka to gently guide you into the room, pressing the panel on the wall behind you, causing the door to lock with a clicking noise.

you glanced back at the door once more before moving further into the room. blade had moved into a different armchair, freeing the couch for you and kafka. "have a seat." kafka gestured, gently pushing you down by her firm hold on your shoulders.

it was rather warm, nearly stifling as kafka sat down near you, crossing her legs in an elegant fashion. her body heat radiated onto you, prompting you to slide over slightly to give her more room.

her lips quirked up, and she leaned towards you. "why so shy all of a sudden? it's just us." her voice was sultry as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. she tugged you over to her side of the couch, gesturing for blade to join the both of you.

he was stoic, but he did what she asked, sitting next to both of you, putting you in between the hunters. you shrunk down, feeling their thighs touching yours.

kafka's hand trailed across your knee, up your thigh, your stomach, up past your chest to your chin. she gently held your chin for a moment, lifting it to make you meet her gaze.

"such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" she hummed to herself, gently tilting your face. she peered around you towards her partner. "don't you think so, bladie?" she turned your jaw to face him.

"she's...pretty." is all she could squeeze out of him. she tutted, shaking her head.

"aw, come on. if you keep talking like that, she's gonna think you hate her. tell her how you really feel." she probed, prompting a deep sigh from him.

you looked up at him expectantly, wide-eyed as he frowned. "she already knows what i think about her."

"oh, bladie's so stubborn, isn't he?" she turned you back towards her, her hand on your shoulder trailing down to your waist as she pulled you into her lap.

you knelt over her lap, facing her as she kept a grip on your chin. "such a pretty girl, and he says nothing at all. you deserve better, sweetheart."

"i already have you." comes your reply and she grins.

"oh? are you implying i'm better than him?" she teases and delights in how you immediately try to recover, but she shuts you up by squeezing your cheeks into a puffy pout. "don't sweat it. i already know that i am."

she glances towards blade who is now leaning forward, looking mildly irritated. "who said you're better than me?"

"she did." kafka answers. "unless you want to prove her wrong-"

without warning, he yanks you off her lap, pulling you closer. he holds you tenderly, albeit rather stiffly, on his lap, a hand on your back and another on your waist. he presses you against his chest, his hair tickling your neck.

he was never one to talk more than necessary, so he simply held you there before guiding your lips towards his. kafka grins cheekily at the sight, leaning closer to play with your hair while blade steals the air right from your lips.

"aren't you two just adorable." she gently pulls you back, hearing your soft pants before she kisses you deeper, licking over the seam of your lips.

while blade's kisses were firm and full of caged desire, kafka's were like passion out in the open. there was no reason for kafka to hide her lust for you, so why should she?

her tongue slid across yours, her thumb swiping over your cheek before blade grunted. "you're being greedy, kafka."

"can you blame me?" kafka asked as she pulled away, gently caressing your face. "or is it because someone's a little... pent up?"

her words caused you to glance down, neck heating up at the sight of blade's cock straining through his pants.

"all from a little kissing." kafka hid a laugh behind her hand as she leaned down, breath washing over your ear. "why don't you help our bladie out, hm?" she whispers.

your eyes never leave blade's as you nod, leaning down to free him from the confinements.

his size never failed to impress, even kafka could admit that. you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as blade let out a soft groan. you dragged your tongue from his base to the tip, traveling up one of the more prominent veins. the precum collecting at the tip was smeared across your lips, giving them a glossy, sticky appearance.

his hand found the back of your head, urging you to take more of him as your lips wrapped around his tip snugly. you slowly inched down, hearing rustling of fabric behind you.

once he hit a little too deep, you let out a little noise of discomfort. he allowed you to pull away a little, fingers flexing as he restrained himself. he let you find a comfortable rhythm, head tilting back as your mouth felt so warm and wet around him.

"such a good girl for us." kafka smiles, gently rubbing your back. "but i think we want to actually see you, sweetheart. come here." she urges you up, hearing the soft pop of blade leaving your mouth as you wipe the spit off your lips.

she tugs your night clothes off, leaving you bare for their eyes as she smiles, appraising you like a work of art. "you're gorgeous." she praises you sweetly, drawing you in for a kiss. her tongue drags over yours languidly, pulling whimpers from you as she drags you onto her lap.

blade fists his cock while he watches kafka smother you in affection, her hand gripping your hip firmly as she grinds you on her thigh. "you're so wet, sweetie. look at that." she coos, pulling you up enough to see your slick coating her thigh.

"i'm sorry-"

"shush, we love a messy little thing, don't we, bladie?" she tilts her head back to smirk at him. she turns right back to you, giving you her full attention. "i think he's getting desperate. why don't we get nice and cozy so we can all feel good." she taps your nose, laying you down before tugging her shorts off.

she rips a hole in her tights easily, settling over your face.

"no panties?" you ask and she laughs.

"what a bold little comment. you're feeling cheeky today, aren't you?" she pinches your cheek before lowering herself onto your tongue.

you feel blade pull your thighs up, spreading your cunt while he slides himself over your clit. you whimper into kafka, wide eyes finding hers as she laughs. "don't be so greedy. at least stretch her out a little first." she chastises blade.

she turns over her shoulder to watch him finger you. he's careful, diligent, ensuring you're ready to take his cock. she hums thoughtfully. "how does she feel?"

"tight....wet. she feels good." he answers, curling his fingers, making you moan into kafka's pussy. she grins, petting your head.

he withdraws his fingers slowly, sliding himself into you gently. his thumb rubs rough circles into your clit to ease the stretch, not wanting to break you just yet.

kafka rubs herself on your tongue, taking the pleasure as she wants it, enjoying your helpless little whimpers, your scrunched up expression as you try to adjust to blade's size.

she moans softly, grinding down while blade fucks you. he grabs your hips, yanking you towards him with each thrust, jostling kafka above you. she feels you feebly grabbing onto her thighs, trying to steady yourself from his rough movements.

"just a bit longer. let bladie feel good, and then i'll take care of you myself." she whispers, petting you.

she allows blade his time with you, letting him fuck you roughly. he prods into your g-spot, sending you spiraling while kafka cums onto your tongue.

once she recovers, she lays at your side, lapping over your nipples, sucking marks into your chest while blade uses you. though, before he can cum, she stops him.

"ah-ah, not inside." she warns, hearing him grunt, annoyed as he pulls out. he strokes himself to completion, spilling all over your stomach while kafka slides two fingers through it. "so thick today. go ahead and fetch my harness."

she smiles at you, wiping the cum off with her shorts before discarding them. blade returns like a puppy, handing her what she needs as you look up curiously. you're still twitching from the orgasm he gave you, yet kafka knows she can do better.

attaching her strap-on to the harness over her hips, she lets you take a good look at what she plans to use on you. it's pink, much like her abilities, and big. she seems to take pride in it, laying it on your stomach to show you how deep she'll be.

"aren't you just the cutest little thing." kafka sighs, kissing your neck, nipping at your chest before sliding her strap inside of you.

and, oh, do you moan for her. it's hot, tapering off into a needy whine as she rubs your clit. it feels different when she fucks you. as if she's using your body to prove a point. as if the only thing she needs to survive is your pleasure.

you thought blade would've disappeared, but he watches from the side, entranced by how well you take kafka, how you sing for her so beautifully. you might even say he's jealous on some level...

she materializes a leash around your neck, yanking at it to get your cunt to tighten up around her. she laughs at how pliant you are for her, easily falling to her whims. "good girl, that's it. just a little toy for me."

she fucks you with perfect precision and accuracy, hitting the spots she knows you love. she doesn't stop, fucking you right through your orgasms, even when you're reduced to mewling and whining beneath her. she merely wipes your tears, changing your position, shoving your head deeper into the pillows.

whatever she desires, she plans to take it from you, leaving you with nothing but dreams of her and her alone.

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they are in a vampire au ❀ ˎˊ- characters: blade, dan heng, dan feng, march 7th, himeko, jingliu, jing yuan, kafka, luocha, sampo, caelus, stelle, yaoshi ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: lots of mentions of blood and wounds, the typical vampire stuff, talks about scents, usage of the word "feeding", intended lowercase, mentions of alcohol in kafka's part, caelus/stelle may be ooc :| ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: NEVER REALLY ANNOUNCED IT BUT YAHOO HERE U GO !!! THE WINNER OF THE POLL WAS VAMPIRES, SO LETS GO ITS BITING TIME HEHE <3 different format bc damn thats a lot of characters i dont have banners for... also first time writing them women so scratches head sorry if it's ooc teehee i tried

vampire!blade, whose bloodlust runs deeper than most. his desires drive him to the brink of insanity at the slightest whiff of blood, the former human despising the animalistic tendencies that now governed his existence. with his enemies, he is content to lick their blood from his face, finding no remorse in the blood of the dead. but when he dares to drink from you, he is gentle - cautious. always his eyes are watching your own, especially before he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. for blade is prone to losing himself in the taste of you, and he fears he may go too far.

vampire!dan heng, who despises his species more than any hunter out there. he longs for the normality and companionship of humanity, and often hides his vampiric traits in public as to masquerade as a human. the only time he'll satiate his desire for blood is when he's on death's door; and even then he'll only settle for blood bags at the dead of night, away from any of the eyes of his fellow trailblazers. when the time comes and you offer your blood to him, dan heng is reluctant, hesitant. never in his life has he fed on another, and you can feel his inexperience in how he cautiously sinks his fangs into your skin - opting to kiss your wrist rather than your neck, just in case he lost control.

vampire!dan feng, who will outright refuse blood that he deems to be unsatisfactory to his palate. even if his dietary needs are considered monstrous by other species, that doesn't mean that he himself needs to be barbaric. dan feng treats blood as he would wine - like a delicacy, only to be partaken on occasion. but all of that is thrown out the window once he tastes you for the first time. when dan feng drinks your blood, he does it with the tenderness of a lover. always, he keeps you against a comfortable surface such as a bed or a sofa as his lips latch onto your neck, taking his time as he savors you like a fine dish.

vampire!march 7th, who never really questioned why she needed to drink blood to survive, and always deemed it as normal. although, she doesn't really consider it cute, claiming that it "ruins her cute-girl aesthetic". as such, she won't talk about it unless you start the conversation first, preferring to disguise her blood intake in the juice boxes she keeps around. even when she does drink from you, it's in small sips, a mere nip before she's off to doing something more fun. don't take it personally, march just isn't fond of drinking from another person. she appreciates you offering, though!

vampire!himeko, whose taste is questionable, even for a vampire. for a second, you thought that her horrendous taste in coffee came from her background, but no, it's just himeko being himeko. unlike her other companions, himeko isn't ashamed of her needs. if she needs blood, she beckons you from across the parlor car, taking your arm in her hand as she gently bites your wrist. there's something playful in the way she drinks - she's gentle, yet doesn't treat you as though you're made of glass, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she licks the wound on your wrist.

vampire!jingliu, who makes sure you understand just what you're getting into when you offer your blood. it's hard enough to keep both her mara and her bloodlust at bay around you, and even harder to control herself when you're so willing to help her. time and time again she warns you, saying that she may not be able to control herself once she gets a taste. but if you're strong and brave enough to feed her despite the dangers, then brace yourself, for jingliu won't stop until she's fully satiated.

vampire!jing yuan, who loves to nip at your fingers playfully, flashing his fangs whenever he can. honestly, jing yuan's the type of person to forget he's a vampire until the time comes and he needs to feed - and even then, it's more of an inconvenience to him than anything else. but that won't stop him from messing with you, after all, he loves the disgruntled face you make whenever he pretends to snap at you. however, when jing yuan does drink from you, he prefers to take it from the back, hugging you from behind as he languidly drinks from your shoulder - making sure the process is as painless as possible.

vampire!kafka, who teases you when you first find out of her species. are you afraid of her now? how cute, but really, there's no need to be afraid. she wouldn't hurt you, not intentionally, at least. kafka can't help but laugh as you playfully hit her for her words. can you blame her, though, when your reactions are just that endearing? kafka isn't one to take blood directly from the source, instead, she prefers to drink it in a wine glass, mixed with some sort of alcohol to really amp up the effects. having both wine and blood in one drink can be quite intoxicating to a vampire, but kafka wouldn't be kafka if she were afraid of the after effects.

vampire!luocha, who becomes addicted to your blood the second he tastes it. over his lifetime, luocha has tasted the blood of many, each with their own flavors - ranging from savory to sweet to downright disgusting. but with you, the drinking of blood is less so a matter of feeding, but rather an intimate act between lovers. he is tender as his lips latch onto your neck, his arms wrapped around you and hands massaging you to ease you through the process. and through it all, his eyes forever hold your gaze as he tastes heaven once again.

vampire!caelus, whose inexperience often makes him dangerous. caelus doesn't know how to deal with his urges, nor does he understand why a hunger builds up within him whenever he sees an exposed patch of your skin. he's a sweet guy, no doubt about it, it's just that he doesn't know how to stop. it's up to you to guide him and tell him when to stop, for caelus is young, and doesn't understand the durability of the human body compared to a vampire. but he's willing to learn, even if it means driving off his own needs in favor of yours. the last thing he wants to do is to hurt you, after all.

vampire!stelle, who nuzzles up to you whenever she feels the slightest thirst for blood. like caelus, stelle has no idea what she's feeling nor how to deal with it. when she starts getting hungry, she becomes clingy - she starts hanging around you more, often staring at you and leaving you to wonder just what it is she wants. it's only when she starts tugging at your sleeve that you realize that she's hungry. when stelle drinks, it's... well, it's not as unhinged as caelus, but she still lacks the control as he does, and you have to tap her head to snap her out of it. but when she's done drinking, you can't help but coo at her adorable face, like a kitten full of soup.

vampire!yaoshi, who prefers to give their blood rather than drink it. they would hate to put anyone in danger, after all. but alas, their instincts won't disappear, even after their ascension to aeonhood. ironic, isn't it? the giver and sustainer of eternal life is also the same one who drains that life. when they feed from you, they prefer to have you in their arms as they do, your back pressed against their chest as they drink. they whisper sweet nothings each time they rise from your skin, their tongue licking at your wound to soothe you. but it never hurts when it's with yaoshi - perhaps it's the dew from yaoshi's trees that numbs you, or the poison in their tail. if anything, you feel as though you are in a hazy dream, not yet asleep, yet not quite awake either.

[hellsitedotcom]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ The Moment They Fell In Love With You ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

featuring Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine, ...

๋࣭ ⭑ I've been thinking a lot about these four idiots specifically, so here's another headcanons post from me; you can find my post on how they kiss here ๋࣭ ⭑

๋࣭ ⭑ warnings & info: mention of injury, Jing Yuan & Yanqing "father/son"-like relationship implied. ๋࣭ ⭑

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ DAN HENG ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ You had joined the Astral Express around the same time as him, and despite his reserved nature, Dan Heng found himself quite enjoying your company early on, given you were rather similar to him.

⤑ He warmed up to you quickly, enough to care for your safety and make sure you were alright after especially tough missions, but he never thought of you as more than his colleague. You weren't "special" to him back then.

⤑ Until he got confronted with his past again; until Blade came back to haunt him; until Imbibitor Lunae was awakened again, and his past resurfaced. And, while many others tried to coax information out of him, drowning him in questions, you never pressured him to reveal anything to you.

⤑ You became his safe haven, in a way. Your silence brought him comfort, tranquility...he knew that you wanted to help him, but despite it all, you never once asked him any personal questions, you merely wanted to know if he was alright. You gave him time to open up at his own pace.

⤑ And Dan Heng found himself wanting to do so only around you. One day, he had received a mysterious letter and told you about it, and while he could see the worry in your eyes, you merely accepted his decision to meet the unknown sender. And in that moment, the man realized how deeply he actually cared for you.

⤑ The second he had returned to the Express, he came looking for you, and though slightly awkward initially, he opened up to you that day. He wanted to tell you everything - everything he could remember, and he did. All the while, you listened to him, not once interrupting him. And when he was finished, he felt as if a weighed had been lifted of his shoulders.

⤑ After that day, the relationship between you two only strengthened. Everyone noticed, and it did not take long until March & Himeko started asking questions about the two of you, making Dan Heng blush and blurt out some answer before he bailed, his mind thinking about nothing but you.

⤑ By that time, Dan Heng knew that he held special feelings for you. He realized when he found himself walking toward you to talk about anything and everything; when he found his heart beating faster anytime you smiled or laughed; when he constantly found himself wanting to be beside you - beside his safe haven, his peace, his...home.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ BLADE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ It was...such an odd moment for him; Blade had seen you fight - he fought you personally, even, and during those fights he felt almost exhilarated, given how well you were able to keep up with him, but nothing compared to...this.

⤑ You had been bickering...arguing with him, his body covered in scars and wounds of a past he had never intended on sharing with you; you were insistent that he finally got his bandages changed, shaking your head anytime you caught a glance of those old, stained rags he still wore.

⤑ Eventually, he had given in; He wasn't quite sure why, maybe he saw it as a repayment for all the times you took up his offer of fighting him; a "Thank you" for all the times you raised your weapon against him just to satiate something he might never explain to you.

⤑ At first, he felt...odd, as if he shouldn't be sitting there, allowing you to be this close to him, but as the minutes passed and you carefully unwrapped his wounds, he found himself holding his breath without noticing.

⤑ Blade was watching you like a hawk, his breath hitching when your gentle fingers brushed across his skin as you replaced his bandages; You were so careful...so different from when he fought with you, making sure he wasn't uncomfortable from start to finish.

⤑ After that day, Blade's feeling for you...changed. Prior to that, you were merely someone he worked with. But now? Sometimes he could catch himself looking for you when there was another mission waiting for the Stellaron Hunters, finding himself wondering if you would be his partner this time.

⤑ Kafka noticed - how could she not? But for the longest time, Blade wasn't sure what he was truly feeling for you, and when the day came that you needed bandages, he found himself offering to help you with your wounds as you had helped him. And in that moment, that offer of his alone, he suddenly understood what he was feeling.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ JING YUAN ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ You were a good friend of his; someone he trusted. Regardless of when you met (leaving this up to your personal headcanon/OC), he had always enjoyed your company and input. But that's all you were to him for the longest time; a good friend.

⤑ Lately, you found yourself joining Yanqing and him more often during...well, almost everything they did; sparing, training, enjoying their time off together. Jing Yuan did not mind, given how much the kid liked you.

⤑ There was this one day when the three of you were at the training ground and Jing Yuan had to briefly step away to resolve something. When he returned, he found himself freezing in his steps.

⤑ There you were, smiling brightly as Yanqing excitedly rambled about something that the man couldn't catch from where he stood. Both the kid and you looked happier than he had seen you in a long time, and when Yanqing suddenly jumped into your arms and you replied with loud, cheerful laughter while spinning him around, the man's heart skipped a beat.

⤑ For a brief moment, he did not see his student and his good friend before him, but something else...something that he found himself wishing was the actual reality. But as quickly as that thought had come, he shook it off.

⤑ While he returned to the two of you with his usual smirk on his face, Jing Yuan knew that something inside him had changed in that moment. Yet, that moment was the only thing he could think about for the next days. You were the only thing he could think about - the only thing he wanted to think about.

⤑ How you smiled and laughed, how you joked with the kid as if you weren't just friends, but a family. And Jing Yuan found himself wishing that you were more to him than just a friend, too. Everyone close to him noticed eventually, especially Yanqing, who made it his mission to drag you along to even more meetings from then on.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ AVENTURINE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ Well, no one is going to be surprised when I say that this man had the "Oh. Oh shit." moment during the taking of risks, no? Well, you were just a...a business partner, a colleague before his mind descended into panic.

⤑ It was during a mission that the two of you had been assigned on (along with other people, if you wish); You had known each other prior from...well, previous missions and similar encounters, and you did get along, though merely on a business level.

⤑ Aventurine was talking about the mission, dramatic flair all around as he turned to you and proposed a risky idea, though he was mostly joking - mostly. But when, after a few seconds of silence, you agreed to his idea, he found himself speechless for a brief moment.

⤑ He did not expect you to agree to his plan, having thought you were someone that preferred logic and good strategies over his wild gambles, but when he realized you were serious, something...switched in his brain, and after finetuning his plan, you pulled it through.

⤑ It was almost mesmerizing, watching you pull it off flawlessly even in the face of potential failure, and worse. Before you had gone off to execute the plan, Aventurine had merely been confused by your approval of it. But as he watched you return to him with barely a scratch on you, the mission a success, he found himself...feeling uncertain.

⤑ As soon as he bid you farewell and found himself alone again, his composure seemed to falter completely. He kept repeating the mission in his head, trying to identify some ulterior move of yours that he had previously missed, but all he kept finding was your sincerity, how breathtaking it was to watch you work, and how he felt his heart skip a beat when you returned to him.

⤑ After that, he tried not to think about it anymore, finding that it only made him restless, panicked even. This went on until he found himself teamed up with you again after a handful of disappointing, "boring" missions without you by his side. And when he spotted you, met your gaze again, and found himself unable to plaster his usual smirk on his face, he suddenly realized what was "wrong" with him.

[illusuto]

this is basically the 1.2 update right

[al-ixee]

[azeofspades]

sometimes a found family is a sociopath, a homicidal amnesic, a gamer girl, a 7ft tall robot and a god in cat form

[glaxelilly]

HSR Men - Pussy Drunk

— Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Gepard, Dan Heng

Warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dirty talk

Blade // Possessive

When Blades pussy drunk, he gets really aggressive. His grip on you tightens almost painfully, arms wrapping around you and pulling your body flush against his, his fingers creating indentations in your skin. He pounds into hard, making you cry out and he sinks his teeth into your neck like he’s claiming you. And right before he spills inside of you, filling you to the brim and marking you from the inside, he growls, “Mine.”

Jing Yuan // Praise

When Jing Yuan’s pussy drunk, he can’t stop telling you how good you are. He’s got you sprawled out on his bed, looking gorgeous, and he just can’t keep the compliments to himself as he pounds into you. “Aeons, you look so beautiful like this, my love. Stuffed full of my cock and making the prettiest sounds. You’ll look even prettier covered in my cum.”

Sampo // Overstim

When Sampo’s pussy drunk, it doesn’t matter if you’ve came multiple times already and it’s too much, his hips just won’t listen to him. He’s thrusting into you hard, hitting all the right spots and making your body shake, all while apologizing to you, “I’m sorry I just c-can’t stop, you just feel too g-good baby f-fuck.”

Gepard // Babbling

When Gepard’s pussy drunk, he’s a mess. He’s barely even thrusting, just kinda humping into you with his face tucked into your neck. He’s holding onto you for dear life, and you him, as he says random words into your ear, “F-fuck baby you feel so good, oh my Aeon, I love you fuck princess your so g-good fuck ahhh shit I’m gonna cum holy shit don’t stop.”

Dan Heng // Desperate

When Dan Heng’s pussy drunk, it’s almost like he’s a different person. The two of you aren’t intimate often, so when you are it’s almost like he’s scared you’ll leave. He’ll already be inside you, bottomed out and thrusting maniacally, and he’ll be begging you not to make him stop. “Please let me, fuck, please let me keep going. Please don’t make me stop, let me keep going let me fuck you let me make you feel good please.”

Pussy drunk men 😩🙏

[yurinaa-world]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Jing Yuan, and Welt x Gender-Neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: reacting to you playing with their hair

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, a little ooc

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: im writing for honkai star rail now :))

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

Blade will allow it after all, you're his lover, so he would act like he’s annoyed, but he loves it (he won’t tell you that). He finds it cute seeing your face light up when he tells you can, and he leans into your touch without realizing he enjoys the way your fingers touch his scalp.

His hair goes to his waist, you could do a bunch of hairstyles on him. When Kafka and Silverwolf see what you did to his hair, they can’t help but tease him about it. You’ll be one to blame for this.

His hair being soft and fluffy, surprising his hair being so long there isn’t any tangle in it (he started to take care of his hair more so when you go to touch it it would be really soft, Kafka might have given him a shampoo to help with his hair).

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Jing Yuan chuckles when you ask him to play with his hair; he’ll let him only if he can lay in your lap, because it’s comfortable and better than any pillow! He’ll untie his ponytail. He leans into your touch; your fingers are so gentle with his hair that he can't help but fall asleep.

He’ll let you do any style to his hair; he loves the pretty braids you do to his hair; he’ll keep the style for the whole day for you. Yanqing would ask him what he did to his hair; nothing; it was all you.

He takes care of himself, especially his fabulous hair; it’s soft, silky, and soft now—not one tangle! It makes you wonder what shampoo he uses to make it the way it is. If you ask him about it, he'll just tell you it's a secret.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

He's more than happy to let you play with his hair, but only in private; if you do it in front of Astral Express, he’ll freeze up. Your touch is really soothing and gentle, especially when he has one of those tough nights looking back at his life and the regrets he has.

Since his hair is short, you could take some plastic hair bands and tie his hair in mini ponytails. The astral crew couldn’t stop laughing at him when they saw what you did to his hair, and he pinched your cheeks afterwards.

Soft and silky but has a rough texture that you can't put your finger on it. He may be an old man, but he knows how to take care of himself well at least sometimes.

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[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

KEEP AN EYE ON THE ROAD

How does he behave as your driver? (for the sake of headcannon you are Stellaron Hunter in this one)

General masterlist

Being Blade's passenger princess includes:

🛑 Blade driving in complete silence, you weren't sure if radio in his car was even working cause he never turned it on. Blade was not the man for small talk, he seemed to ignore you, despite you sitting right next to him. So once he actually spoke up to check up on you, you almost jumped out of your sit. His voice was rough contrasting with his elegant manner of speech.

🛑 He might not seem to be the kindest person, but if he notices any signs of discomfort from you he will try to accommodate you. If you are thirsty or hungry he will buy you something on the way, you don't even have to ask. Don't try to pay him back, he won't take the money.

🛑 He feels responsible for you when you are in his car, so he drives slower than he would on his own. Very good driver, he rides smoothly and respects all the laws. Well, unless something unexpected happens and you guys have to run away from people trying to get the money for his head.

🛑 In case of such danger expect him to keep you safe at all costs but he might sacrifice his car in the process. At best it's just gonna be abandoned somewhere along the way so enemies can't get you by following the car, at worst it will probably burn to ashes. In such case Kafka will pick you guys up sooner or later.

🛑 If there are any animals you will get excited by a long the way like horses or cows he will slow down so you can take a better look at them. Don't point at them and try to make him take a look, he will get grumpy and scowl at you for distracting him.

🛑 Expect many breaks on the road, that man is a senior citizen and he needs to rest his eyes from time to time. On the other hand he will let you take as many bathroom breaks as you need without muttering a single word.

🛑 Always keeps a blanket for you in his car, if you use such things he will also have stimming toys so you can survive long trips with minimal discomfort. He tinkered a bit with his car in the free time, as much as his stiff hands allowed him to, and has warmed up sits in this old machine. How did he do that? No idea, he was great at making mechanisms once so maybe this won't blow up.

[welltumlbrforgotme]

Here’s some hsr memes bc i got e1 welt and a 5* weapon

This is probably the first one. I’ll continue.

[megistusdiary]

blade… or danheng.. corruption + breeding

love the way you think honestly!! blade is literally so mf fine 🙈🙈🙈

dom!blade (ren) x sub!gender neutral (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: little to no previous experience for reader, fingering in front of mirror (reader receiving), praise/degradation mix, reader is wearing a collar 🤭

"aww, you shouldn't have!" you cheerfully grinned at blade, holding your new wrapped up 'gift' box from him. you shook it a little, trying to hear if there was any rustling about.

blade's hand covered your own, lips quirked up in amusement. "just open it already."

"okay, okay." you obliged, turning away from him and unfastening the indigo ribbon tied around the box. you gently tugged the entire thing off, tucking it away into your pocket.

the second the lid came off, your glee slowly morphed into confusion. on a layer of tissue paper was a strip of leather.

upon further investigation, and carefully picking it up, your eyes widened at the realization of what this item was.

"it's...a dog collar?" you asked him, pausing to study the material. "...thanks..?"

blade scoffed, shaking his head and taking it from you. "it's not for a dog. it's for you." he leaned down towards you, shaking it tantalizingly. "wanna try it on for me?"

your face grew hot, free hand coming to press the back of your palm to your heated cheek. "i mean...sure."

this all stemmed from some silly conversation a while ago about wanting to try something new. exploring new things could be fun, you had told him, admitting that you lacked experience in the subject.

of course, he was more than happy to help you learn.

blade carefully opened the collar up, fastening it around your neck, slipping his fingers beneath the band to ensure it wasn't too tight. "good?"

your fingers came up to skate across the leather, lips parting as his hands covered yours. "do you want to see what it looks like?" his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, feeling you nod against him.

he tugged you towards the full-length mirror in your room, angling your chin in such a way to admire the collar for himself. "it looks nice on you, doesn't it?"

you turned away, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, but you couldn't help the subtle rubbing of your thighs.

blade found this all rather amusing, directing his attention to your shifting stance. "you're really getting off to seeing yourself in a collar, huh?"

you immediately froze in place, feeling his chest shake with little rumbles of laughter as he gripped your hips. "it's okay," he cooed, though his tone was so cold. "you want me to help you?"

biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded rapidly, feeling him tug you onto the floor with him. "you better behave for me. i'm not in the mood to dole out punishments." he suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair, gently tugging your hair to have you leaning against him. "but that doesn't mean i won't."

he kissed your cheek quickly before releasing you. focusing instead on tugging off your clothes. your hands reached around to play with the slit in his top before his hand smacked your bare thigh.

a yelp of his name tumbled out as your thighs closed around his hand. "ren-" you frowned, feeling him push your legs open again.

"now, why don't you show me how you like it first?" blade moved his hand upwards, teasing you with his fingertips, leaving goosebumps behind. "i'm your puppet, just for now." he placed his hand where you could reach.

your hand came to cover his, hesitating for a moment as you dragged his fingertips over your thighs. you shifted awkwardly, turning to protest.

"why can't you just do it for me?" you huffed feeling him bite at your neck gently.

"indulge me, just this once. don't be such a whiny brat." he snapped, feeling you tremble a little from his voice.

you slowly moved his hand to cup between your legs, biting your lip when he moved his fingers a bit on his own accord. "do you have any, um, you know." you averted your eyes as he reached over to grab a bottle that you were quickly snatching from his grasp.

you applied some of the slick material onto your hand, rubbing some onto blade's hand before continuing to guide his hand around your sensitive areas.

you carefully moved him closer to your entrance, circling both of your wet fingers there as you leaned back against him, heaving a sigh.

"if i'd have known you'd be this needy, i would've taken care of you a long time ago." blade admitted, hearing you scoff at him.

"just...shut up please." you groaned when you began to slide his fingers into you, hips twitching as his thicker fingers filled you up. you let out a little gasp as you moved them deeper, thighs shaking.

"watch the mirror too." blade reminded, gripping your chin with his other hand and moving your head to watch your bodies.

you pushed another one of his fingers in, bouncing your hips a bit as blade grinned.

"riding my fingers already like the dirty little thing you are..." blade murmured, shaking his head.

"ren, please, more." your lips fell into a pout, the slick noises from you riding his fingers echoing through the room.

"but watching you is just so damn entertaining. if you can ride fingers this good, i'd love to see how you treat the real thing." his eyes fixated on your lower region. your thighs were straining from exertion but also a hesitation. you were holding back out of fear for his hand. how sweet.

"if you were riding me for real, you wouldn't have to hold back. fuck, i'd be pulling your hips down at my own pace." a sinister look passed over his face briefly that had him leaning over you even more.

"and at the very end, if you're good, i'll fill you up completely. you'll be dripping out onto the bed, a little trembling mess on the sheets." he felt you clench around his fingers without even thinking, eyes glazed over as you imagined the scenario playing out.

"doesn't that sound perfect, hm? don't zone out on me now..."

[meyousing]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’re a delinquent--blade's sworn enemy--who has been captured by none other than blade himself, and the price you must pay to him is unlike any other you had before.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: yandere blade x reader, nsfw, non-con, mentions of death but no actual death, hes so fucking sexy, edited but could be done better I'm just excited to post this bc he's so mmmm. sexual nsfw under the cut as always <3

The inevitability of this day was something you wished to delay, but you always knew it would come to this. Fumbling your escape and landing in the captivity of your sworn enemy and his fellow hunters made it that much worse, nearly embarrassing. The dark smugness in his eyes, as he watched your hunched form be rounded up by Kafka, was dehumanizing. You tried to tune her voice out as she spoke to the others who had been captured at your side, those who were seemingly more of her target than Blade’s since he continued to watch you and only you, while Kafka hardly spared you a glance. Your ears twitched upon hearing an instruction to follow her elsewhere; you were more than eager to be away from Blade to save yourself some pride, wasting no time as you took a grand step in the direction of the door. 

“Not you.” His voice was gruff and heavy beside your ear, you tried not to jump out of your skin as a firm hand reached through your hair and found itself on the back of your neck. The grip was not harsh, not painful, or muscle-cramping, but it was solidifying–literally grounding. It kept you in your place, reminding you of precisely who was in control because you knew you had nowhere else to go, your free will and autonomy robbed with something as simple as a touch. “Your punishment is of a different sort.”

The other prisoners led away by the ever-shrinking head of plum-toned hair only isolated you two further, a lump forming in your throat when the doors to this newfound prison cell closed behind Kafka, and you could no longer feel the previously dense presence. A room once full of four or more, is now only occupied by two. Only you, and Blade. 

You were nervous to speak. Not nervous to say the wrong thing, you felt no fear of angering him. You just knew that you were utterly fucked, and that it would be easier if you simply started things off yourself. You were only nervous to kick off the inevitable, be it death or endless torture. But waiting would only make things worse, this you also knew. Nerves be damned, it would be better to face your reprimand than to let anxiety fester. Did you really want your final moments to be ones where you cowered in fear? Did you really want to let Blade win, to have the last laugh?

“What’s my punishment? Stab wounds equal to my crimes committed?” it was blurted out, the shakiness of your voice making the words jumble together and be spoken too quickly, entirely giving away what state you were in. How embarrassing, how pathetic. 

A hoarse chuckle followed your pitiful little interrogation. 

“No.”

His hand slid down your neck and across your shoulders as he walked tantalizingly slowly to stand in front of you��between you and the door, signifying just how trapped you really were. Now you faced him with eyes in line with his chest, not daring to meet his gaze that still burned into and through you despite how willfully you ignored it. Thankfully, when he applied extra pressure to your shoulder and caused you to collapse onto your knees before him, you could at least stare down at his shoes and separate yourself from his immediate proximity that much more. Though this new position rattled you even further, you knew exactly what awaited you–

“–A beheading.” Your voice was an octave lower than normal, likely due to that persistent lump in your throat that slowly began to prevent you from being able to breathe properly now that reality was setting in. 

He had the nerve to laugh again. But his verbal confirmation of your guess didn’t come, instead, a physical one did–a frigid steel meeting with the side of your neck, instantly threatening the radiating heat of your skin with a chill. This was it. You wanted to say something more, tell him to get it over with and to stop prolonging the inescapable, yet paralysis held you beyond physicality. 

Your voice was entirely gone now, mind having abandoned cohesivity when scenes of your life began appearing within it, replaying all of your wrongdoings and emphasizing what exactly you had done to dishonour Blade and land yourself here in the first place. What an absolute fool you were, living for cheap thrills and delinquency, daring to enjoy the chases prior to your capture with the assumption of eternal freedom, the assumption that you would always outsmart Blade because he hadn’t caught you yet. Now that you were imprisoned, now that you were caught and met by the very sword that would deliver your demise within the grasp of the man you purposefully teased and evaded… you just wished you could start all over again. Maybe now you could; perhaps death would allow you to reincarnate into a soft and sweet animal, something like a small sparrow or a wild rabbit, so you could live your life primally and peacefully, with no games or deception. Simply fulfilling your life's purpose as nature intends.  

The pressure was suffocating, it felt as though the sharpness only carved deeper into your flesh, leaving you with a memorable scar before you were completely decapitated. Gradual ringing invaded your ears as you swallowed hard and tried to conceal your fear, hands beginning to shake as you weakly brought them to meet behind your back, taking on a more honourable position to maintain some semblance of dignity in your last moments. 

Last moments. 

You weren’t ready to die. Not yet. You had wasted so much precious time being such an idiot, you knew that there was more to life than that, you couldn’t die now– 

The sound of a button coming undone followed by the shrill peal of a zipper being pulled down nullified the chaos of your thoughts in an instant. The ringing you once heard had faded out, a newfound deafening silence making the room feel awfully heavy around you. You were unable to control the wandering of your eyes as they panned up to see Blade’s free hand at the front of his pants, nudging them down until they scrunched at his upper thighs. 

His lips slowly turned up in a devilish smirk, one you could see clearly in your periphery even as you quickly cast your eyes back down in a panic, breaths becoming heavier to compensate for the rapidly increasing beats of your heart. You truly wished that your basic common sense was lesser, that you were an idiot in more ways than the one that brought you to your current position so you couldn’t tell exactly where this was headed. 

He couldn’t possibly be planning to do something so vile with you. 

A sudden swishing sound made you gasp, a quick flash of light before your eyes made them widen as the weapon that was once at your neck was now tipped against the ground in front of you, parallel with your alignment. The sway of your clothes followed the movement with a slight delay, and the newfound cool air hitting the skin of your torso let you realize that he had sliced your shirt; now it hung pathetically off of your shoulders and was nearly exposing the more intimate area of your chest. Instinctively, your hands moved before your thoughts could form as you tried to pull it back up, to prevent it from falling off entirely and cover what little remained of your dignity. 

“Stop.” Now the tip of his sword hit your chin, nicking it slightly as he added force behind the touch to tilt your head up, giving you no other option than to stare up at him. You winced, heat flooding the small wound as it began to bleed. With hands frozen in front of you following his command, you could only squeeze your eyes shut to try and shrink in on yourself, feeling the material of your severed shirt brush down your arms as it slid, resting at the curves of your elbows. 

You heard him exhale heavily as your breasts were now exposed, you were trying to control the way your body began to tremble; knowing that he would feel the vibrations of it through his sword if you didn’t calm down. Would your nerves only excite him further?

His rustling continued on, you refused to let your eyes peer open as desperately curious as they were to watch while he pulled his undergarments down to where his pants were, freeing himself from such confines. He let out a growl-like sigh and you assumed he had done so successfully, the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh letting you know that he began stroking himself. This sound made one of your eyes peer open instinctively to watch in bewilderment–was he really doing this now? This was how he got off? You regretted regaining vision immediately, the way his eyes remained so intensely trained on you, unblinking, sent something horrible through you. A disgusting rush of anticipation.

As eagerly as you wished to, you couldn’t deny your attraction to Blade. Of course, nobody had ever asked you about such an absurdity, but you couldn’t deny it even to yourself. As you feigned disgust, scrunched your nose up, and scowled at his lewd movements and the increasingly wet sound they began to make; the way his inky hair fell over his carmine eyes that seemed to glow beneath the strands, that simper which only seemed to widen more devilishly the clearer your confliction became to him, made you wholly weak. 

“Blade–”

“You don’t have permission to speak.” His words showed how stable his composure was in this state, no trembling or stuttering was to be heard. His fingers danced over his tip, running over his slit and the underside of his cock, causing him to release a hiss through his teeth. You swallowed hard and felt your nerves light up at the sound, attempting to take a deep breath that would allow your lungs to refill and not move enough for the steel to poke further into your skin. Thankfully though, Blade removed it from you and let it rest at his side instead. 

Relief did not last for very long at all, because he shuffled closer to you now, the tips of his shoes coming into contact with your knees. Being forced to keep your head up meant that he was now inches from your face, and you flinched back–but not away–when he abruptly held the heavy tip of his cock against your bottom lip, his skin tender and warm as he brushed it against you and smeared his precum over your lip like a gloss. 

“You know what to do.” 

With hidden inhibitions deciding to take over, your body acted on its own once your tongue darted out to get a taste of him. He chuckled in amusement, surely he was surprised by your immediate obedience, and it tapered off into a hum when you didn’t even bother to stop there, lips slowly wrapping around the shape of him to suck his tip into your mouth. His stance remained firm, not even thrusting in time with the light bobbing of your head, instead seeming to channel his focus into keeping his gaze locked on your every move; eyes hardly flitting as they switched from your own to your mouth. 

The rebellious feeling of adrenaline that tingled within as you put on your best performance was exhilarating. Even as your mind asked why you were so quick to obey your biggest enemy, you already knew why. You’d always wanted to get laid by him, always feeling your panties dampen when running away from him post-battle; thrilled by the bloodlust-induced look in his eyes as he watched you scamper off, while you were left to wonder what would happen if you accidentally tripped or stumbled and let him catch you sooner. Now you knew exactly what would happen, and you were so glad that it finally was. Could it be that the tension was mutual, or was he simply using you because you were right here? You needed to find out. 

As you slid your tongue along the underside of his shaft and squeezed your lips a little tighter, letting your cheeks hollow, Blade’s chest heaved and you could tell that it was a slip-up. 

“Enough.” He muttered the word, but his delivery did not make it any less firm and commanding. You were just getting started, disappointed to be stopped so soon, and embarrassment started to creep in when his expression didn’t show any sort of contentment from your service following his deep breath; if anything, he looked the complete opposite of content, brows furrowed in a way that seemed bored. Was the slip-up so impactful on his pride that he couldn’t show you some kind of appreciation? Before you could even gauge what he thought of you based on his body language, you were shoved by the shoulder off your knees and onto your ass, landing with a grunt on the cool concrete.

He mounted you quickly, though before your faces could get too close you were spun around and pressed down flat to your stomach, cheek squished against the ground. His fingers dug into your abdomen as he grabbed your hips and lifted them roughly, making quick work of your bottoms and exposing your wetness to the cool air sooner than you expected. Instinctively, you tried to move away to regain some dignity following the new vulnerability, but he felt your resistance and tightened his grip, making your muscles tense up, and a small “ow” left your lips even though it wasn’t actually enough to hurt. He seemed to have heard it, alleviating you by moving his hands to grab your own, holding them out and above your head as the tip of his cock prodded at your entrance, his hip bones sharp against your asscheeks. 

“This is the price you have to pay.”

The whine you let out as he pushed in was humiliating, biting your bottom lip to try and suppress it didn’t work very well as being filled so deeply right away was nothing short of delicious. Any pain brought by the initial push of his cock was immediately quelled and replaced with hot pleasure, made stronger by the way he pulsed inside of you every time your walls couldn’t help but clench around him. As you lifted your head to try and take in a breath to calm yourself, you felt Blade’s warm cheek press against yours, becoming impossibly closer to him in an act that was too tender. He hadn’t pulled out to make a full thrust just yet, instead taking his time in smothering you with his presence; breath too hot as it cascaded down your neck, body too large as it encapsulated yours entirely, so warm even through the many layers of his clothes–which reminded you of just how bare he had you by comparison. 

As his cock pushed deeper into your womb and his hair began to hang in your periphery, such a sensory overload caused you to forget about your current privileges. Or rather, lack thereof. 

“Blade, I–”

A hand left yours to grab your neck. 

“Your rebellion never stops, does it? Not even as I punish you” he bucked his hips like a reminder of what he was doing to you, poking sharply at your cervix and causing you to see stars for a moment, a silent moan croaking in your throat. He chuckled, and you felt the vibration of it against your back, through your torso. “What is it?” 

“Why?” it was strained, but you knew such a simple question needed no further explanation. He chortled once more, letting his fingers up slightly so he could stroke his thumb along the side of your neck. 

“Because,” He had started to rock his hips slowly and deeply as he spoke, effectively clouding your mind (perhaps purposefully) and causing his next words to only half register; “I’ve always liked you.” 

Then he pulled out completely, giving you a brief moment of pause before rutting into you hard, making you gasp for air as he started with a pace that showed no mercy while he held you completely still, locked in place so he could fuck you how he pleased; fast and like a brute. 

“Always such a minx, don’t think that I never noticed how you looked at me. I know you like me too, you want this.” His grip on your neck slid higher up so he could tilt your head back, darting his tongue out to lick and then nip at your skin. “Though the real question that I have is, for how long have you wanted this?” 

A semblance of annoyance began to sprout within you, it would fully fester if he really expected a response when it was clear that you were in no state to answer, and not just because of your restricted airway. Your legs began to shake with every stroke, your pussy was squeezing him tighter, forcing his thrusts to stay deep as you pulled him inside. All you could get out were small whimpers, hardly forming syllables. He had to have understood what he was doing to you, but he managed to seem displeased with your receptiveness to his movements, growling at your lack of anything comprehensive. 

“It appears this repercussion has become more of a reward.” He pulled out of you so soon, halting all motions and causing you to release a cry of protest, turning your head to see where he was going as he lifted himself off of your back, though he forced you to stay arched for him, taking his hand off of your neck in favour of pushing your head down to the floor, disallowing you from seeing him at all. “You can’t even answer a simple question, so why should I continue to reward you?”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, tears actually forming in your eyes because it felt so good to be filled up by him that you were mourning the loss of such delectation. His fingers tangled through your hair and he lifted your head with a fistful. He leaned forward to keep his voice by your ear and you could feel his cock brush against your inner thighs as he did, making your legs twitch in desperation.

“That still isn’t an answer.” 

“I’ve wanted this since the day we met!” you sobbed, the words slurred as you subconsciously pushed your hips back against him, unable to wait any longer. His form remained solid, allowing you to writhe and squirm like an insect as he kept you right under his thumb. If he was smart enough to know that taking pleasure away from you would get him what he wanted, you feared that he already knew what your answer was going to be and only did this to torture you. 

Silence ensued. Barely any response on his part, frustrating you even further and bringing even more tears to your waterlines. 

“I know.”

Your body jumped in delight when you felt something finally move in to soothe the ache in your core. Blade swirled the tip around your pussy lips and you were expecting him to pick up where he left off, though upon feeling an extreme precision behind the movements of whatever just entered you, you realized that he was fingering you–it had been his fingertips that were teasing you at first, but now he was knuckle deep, fingers crossing and prodding over your sweet spot with terrifying accuracy. You suppressed a squeal when he used his middle and index to push down against it, making a pulsing motion. Each pulse made your muscles twitch and soft, breathy moans escape you. You missed the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls, though the incredible accuracy that he managed to deliver with his hand made up for it completely. 

“Improvement… but it seems I still have to work on you. Many prices to pay, indeed” he dared to let out a hoarse laugh, finding himself too funny as you were left a breathless mess on the ground below him, trying not to completely collapse as your body trembled. 

He started to pick up the pace then, pushing in harder and much faster now, forcing your pleasure to crest much sooner than you felt ready for. Your heart raced as your body lit up from zero to one hundred, you came with a loud cry and felt your orgasm squirt onto his hand before you could even try to control yourself. Blade cackled again, more boisterous this time as he matched his hand to the rhythm of your pussy throbbing around it, slowing more and more until you ceased all motions. 

What you hadn’t expected was for him to completely let go of you once you had settled down, your head almost thumped into the ground had you not braced yourself quickly enough, your hips falling with no grace as you lay limp and weak. Blurrily, you could see him standing up and tucking himself back into his pants, seeming to have already cleaned his hand (you could have sworn there was a newfound glimmer on his lips following this revelation, you didn’t have to guess what from). It took every last bit of strength you could muster to ask him a question that was just above a whisper:

“Where are you goi–”

“A Stellaron Hunter’s day of work is never truly over. I’ll be back for you later. Reflect on your actions for now” he cut you off.

That was all he had to offer before he strode to the door, opened it, and slid out swiftly, almost without a trace; had you not still been in such a state of disarray following the rapid orgasm you had just experienced by his hand, your mind full of nothing but Blade. With him so prevalent in your thoughts, you figured the best thing you could do right now was obey his command. Reflect upon what got you here, what an amazing result of your getting caught this was. You’d have done so intentionally and so much sooner had you known the lust was mutual.  

Fatigue set in quickly, your eyes fell closed and your breath slowed as soon as you were completely flat on the ground again. With your body tingling pleasantly from the aftershocks, you were able to slumber without any concern. None about where you would go from here, whether it would be with Blade or not, and if he would get you better accommodations or keep you in this cell like the prisoner you now were. Choosing to wear rose-coloured glasses would certainly benefit you in the long run, you couldn’t possibly know just how much of a prisoner Blade planned to keep you going forward.

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hello!! congrats for 1k followers <33 for ur event, may i request blade with ‘they see you wearing their clothes for the first time’ and ‘you’re so cute’ 🥹🫶

tqsm and once again, congrats for 1k!!

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: They see you wearing their clothes for the first time + "You're so cute." ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: blade ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe a sniff of ooc at end BYE ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: me about to make a blade fic w/o angst ?? impossible gasps ALSO TYYYY THIS WAS SUPER CUTE TO WRITE

It's been weeks since Blade had left to his mission.

You curled into yourself on your shared bed, dressed in only a pair of shorts and a dark undershirt you pulled from Blade's closet. The man in question didn't have many clothes to begin with, but you managed.

Normally, you wouldn't have resorted to such measures. Despite being in a relationship with him, Blade was still a very private person. The two of you were still figuring things out, after all - you've only been dating for the better half of a year.

But you couldn't help yourself - you missed him. You were used to Blade leaving for missions, but never for this long. You missed his lingering touches, his brief kisses that he only gave behind closed doors.

Hugging Blade's pillow, you pressed your face into it, savoring the warmth that had began to disappear. The faint scent of iron was faded, but still enough to last you during the night.

A soft sigh left your lips as you dozed to sleep, dreaming that your lover was in your arms rather than his pillow.

You'd long drifted off when Blade returned to base. Opening the door, your lover could only sigh knowingly when he saw you swathed in blankets, knocked out. It was far too late at night, after all. Even Silver Wolf didn't stay up this late.

He sat down besides you, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when he saw you holding his stolen pillow. Gently, he brushed his bandaged fingers against your cheek, watching as you subconsciously nuzzled into his fingers.

His gaze trailed downward, landing on a dark shirt collar that peeked out of the blankets. His brows furrowed - he didn't recall you having any shirts like that. Did you go out shopping when he was gone?

But the design was of Xianzhou origin, and it didn't quite fit you. Blade hummed, the gears turning in his head. If it wasn't yours, then...

It clicked when he saw the faint bloodstain in the fabric.

A low chuckle escaped him. Ah, so you missed him, was that it?

"Ha..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're so cute."

It was good that you were asleep, otherwise you'd never let him live this down. He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Blade let out a deep breath as he stayed there for a moment, simply feeling your warmth against his lips.

"It's okay," he murmured. "I'm home now."

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