#yandere blade hsr

[raidenamane]

The mara struck again . He’s turning into an Alpha sigma male yandere🤯😱

After all, you were his wife first

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Memes Compilation (HSR)

Part 2

Part 3

I decided to try something new! I was giggling the whole time😼 I hope y’all like it! Lemme know if you want more!

[kirozai]

—HSR YANDERES AS TROPES.

Forced Proximity? Soulmates..? Amenesia! Common tropes that always end up happy! Your favorite characters love you so so much! But.. is it in the way you want?...

content warnings: yandere, toxic love, unreliable narrator, descriptions of gore, unrealistic relationships, unwanted PDA, depressive elements, suggestive, gn!reader (maybe ideas for makeup but most of the part is gn) pairing(s): sunday x reader, blade x reader, aventurine x reader, jing yuan x reader word count: around 350-500 each, 2100+ words in all A/N: I got a tiny bit carried away

Aventurine - Amnesia

WHAT’S PLAYING: engravings - Ethan Bortnick

Your eyes are blinded by the casino lights. The sound of chips being thrown and cards being shuffled fills your ears. Things feel so familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. You turn your eyes to your lover. At least you think he’s your lover.

Two weeks ago you woke up in the dead of night on a hospital bed feeling numb from your head to the tips of your toes. The hospital lights were blinding making you feel dreary. You slowly regained movement by wiggling your fingertips and finally being able to sit up on the comfortable bed. As you gazed around the room you felt shocked to see gold engravings on the trim of the walls. It’s obvious it was a hospital, but it felt too expensive.

And you? You felt out of place.

A nurse walked into your room with a pan of what seemed like a new IV bag and other things like syringes and such. She turned wide-eyed and gasped as she suddenly dropped the pan of expensive medical equipment. You couldn’t make out what she said as she mouthed something out loud. The drowsiness hit you and you passed out.

The next time you woke up to a man sitting beside your bed in the most luxurious clothes you ever laid eyes on. He looked worried, very worried. Realizing you woke up once again his Avgin eyes-

Wait Avgin?...

“Sweetheart! You’ve been out for months. How are you feeling? Is there any pain? How… Can…?” He spoke quickly but after the first couple of sentences, his words faded into mush.

He called you sweetheart though, you deduced he was someone close to you. Someone that must have cared for you. 

But then why do you feel-

Cutting your thoughts you paused. Thinking was causing you too much pain and headache at the moment. You tried to recall what happened. 

And at that moment you realize you couldn’t even recall who you were.

After some time of recovery, you were able to get a couple of things down. The handsome man’s name was Aventurine. He is your lover. (?) You two have been together for quite some time now. You were diagnosed with severe amnesia, but your lover was kind enough to explain everything to you. Although, he was still hesitant to explain what happened to you and the reason why you were in the hospital.

You tried to get something out of the many doctors and nurses, but they seemed… scared.

Aventurine never left your side when other people were around. It was either you and him or no one at all. Leaving you lost and not being able to truly be clear about your condition. Everything went through Aventurine. 

One day during your walk around the large hospital, Aventurine got a call. He looked at it and furrowed his eyebrows, smiled at you, said it was an urgent call, apologized, and left for a brief moment. 

You dragged your IV stand a couple of steps more and abruptly stopped in your tracks as you overheard a pair of nurses talk about… you?

“IPC… they… lies… Aventurine… hiding.” Those were the only few words you were able to make out.

It no longer mattered though because Aventurine’s bright smile found you again and you walked back to your room first. If only you could see the piercing glare that he sent to the nurses. He wouldn’t know what to do if you heard about the fates of them after spreading lies to your pretty head.

After the recovery, you settled in enough to “your life”. Now you sit next to your lover whose luck shines more vibrant than a newborn baby’s laughter. You feel content for the most part.

I wonder if you would still feel content if you were able to take a good look past Aventurine’s perfect poker face. While you sleep he watches you worriedly, wondering if you’ll remember one day. Remember that this perfect love story he crafted isn’t so perfect after all. He wonders how you would react if you were to find out again the atrocities he’s committed in the name of “love”. He holds his chips tightly, but luck has always been on his side.

So tonight like any other night, you’ll smile with no idea of what had occurred in the past. At the end of the day, occasionally it is better to live unaware.

•••

Jing Yuan - Grumpy x Sunshine

WHAT'S PLAYING: Carousel - Melanie Martinez

The Luofu General was known for his joyous laughter and the positivity that he spread throughout the entire planet. He joked and was an infectious smiler. You on the other hand were known as the Yin to his Yang. If Jing Yuan was the sun, you were his moon. It’s adorable on paper, isn’t it?

You do nothing less than agree with the fact that your husband Jing Yuan was very positive. The reason why differed from others though. 

You believed the reason he was so happy was because he sucked every smile, every laugh out of you. 

Your story was the average fairytale, opposite attracts and then they fall in love. The End.

Unfortunately for you, Jing Yuan was anything but ordinary, and maybe that played a part in your perfect tragedy. 

Jing Yuan loved you. You knew that for sure. He had always been a PDA person, always close to you and you would most likely be seen dead than without his arm around your waist. It wasn’t a big deal though. This is what lovers usually do right?

Until you tried to back away. Things got… messy. 

Arguments ensued and you realized that he never really treated you as an equal. He loved you, yes, but he viewed you as lesser and somehow put you on a pedestal at the same. exact. time.

“You don’t respect me.” You stated firmly.

“But I love you.” He replied as if nothing was wrong.

You never thought your husband to be a jealous person and truly he was not. The possessiveness is what got you through.

It began small from making excuses on why you shouldn’t go out,

“It’s my day off!” or “It might rain soon.” Both are lazy excuses you’ve heard again and again. Yet you still seemed to fall again and again for his sunshine charms and wits.

You were the perfect lover to Jing Yuan, loving, kind, and malleable to believe whatever he wanted you to believe.

At some point after the large argument you two shared, you didn’t remember the last time when you had left the estate. 

You felt stuck, stuck on a carousel that kept going around and around and stuck trying to read between the lines of Jing Yuan’s perfect facade. If you caught him at the wrong time you wouldn’t see him for days and when he would return he would haphazardly apologize with the stupidest excuses. 

You never raised your voice anymore after THAT argument though. You were too scared to. So even when he scratches his name into your skin, even if he hugs you so tightly to the point that you feel like your lungs are collapsing, you find excuses for him. For yourself. To make this entire relationship work

Because you love him.

And you don’t not what scares you more anymore. The slight warning in his tone and the ever-present toxicity seeping its way into your originally “perfect” marriage. 

Or.

The fact you’ll still stay even if it gets worse.

Why?

Because you love him.

•••

Blade - Forced Proximity.

WHAT’S PLAYING: This is Love - Air Traffic Controller

There’s blood on the walls, the floors, and even on the couch. Anything you’ve been able to find you’ve smashed onto the ground. Your hands are covered in blood. No worries to Blade though. He sits on the couch covered in the blood of a man. Your eyes flicker to the dead body right in front of you. The now dead man who tried to help you escape from this prison Blade oh so lovingly calls “your” home to no avail.

Blade’s red eyes stare into the distance of space. Perhaps he’s wondering what he should do next for your transgressions. Perhaps he is wondering what he can do to make you smile again. Or maybe, he doesn’t care. Maybe he finds happiness and contentedness in your suffering. After all, a being who is forever stricken by mara might find peace in others' pain. 

But.

Past this mara-stricken being is a man who does have some semblance of love for you. Blade knew your every like and dislike. He would trail kisses up your neck and on your lips. You’d joke together. You both were disgustingly domestic at times. At least that’s what appeared. Loving Blade wasn’t difficult when every moment you breathed you were near him. 

You wear outfits perfectly fitted to your style sponsored by your self-proclaimed lover himself. Anything you want you’ll get. Jewels, clothing, books, anything you could ever desire. It’s nothing but pocket money for the Stellaron Hunter. 

Your mascara has been smudged after all the tears. Your sniffles fill up the room, you look at your palms. Hands covered in scratches and blisters from broken glass and accidental burns. You don’t have to worry though, Blade will patch it all up for you. This situation will fade into the past just like all the others. Your head peaks again at the dismembered and maimed body on the floor. You stop breathing yet again. You shut your eyes and open them once again when you feel a warm breath on your neck. 

It’s Blade, you can tell that the mara had warned off him. He tightens his arms around your body and somehow pulls you closer than he ever did before in your “relationship”. You blink once again as a tear rolls down your cheek and pray to any Aeon out there for help. Despite this, you're well aware it’s no use. There’s no place in the universe where Blade won’t find you. So you close your eyes to hum a broken chord as you prepare for the cycle to begin again.

•••

Sunday - Soulmates

WHAT’S PLAYING: Butch 4 Butch - Rio Romeo

Fairytale love stories where the prince and the princess lived happily ever after were something that you grew up with on your home planet. As you grew up though, “soulmates” left your mind. Other things like making credits and exploring the galaxies were more on your agenda than finding “true love”.

True love was a fairytale. Something that didn’t exist and that’s what you stood by ever since.

Ever since your planet was destroyed by its inhabitants. If people couldn’t love the homes they lived in how could they ever love one another?

You enjoyed travel, you enjoyed learning about other planets, cultures, and people. You didn’t have time for the nonexistent love. Though you enjoyed hearing the stories of it. You’ve met others who found their “soulmates”, their one and only blessed by the Aeons themselves. 

On your travel across the world, you stumbled on Penacony, The Planet of Dreams and Entertainment. The perfect and endless days are what brought you in the most. You could be there for days on end but turn out to only spend a couple of hours outside in the “real world”.

Real world huh?

You think you miss the real world a little bit. 

“Are the pastries not to your liking love?” Sunday inquires.

“They’re… fine.” You reply.

Sunday smiles. You don’t know what it means though. He smiles at everything, he smiles at gatherings, at your laughter, and even at the tears you desperately try to hold in. He thinks of you as something to be protected, something that should be kept safe in a cage, away from the tainted lies of others.

Everything feels uncomfortable, from the moment you met Sunday you felt an odd gravitational pull towards him. It was truly as if he was your soulmate. 

Except,

Something begged you to run away, something deep in the back of your soul. It all went away when you laid eyes on him though. 

You wish you listened to your fight AND flight response.

Everything you wear is coordinated by the Head of the Oak Family. From the tiniest detail to your entire personality. Sunday is a firm believer that only the true you can come out behind closed doors, with locks only he has access to. His mansion was the perfect enrichment for a now flightless bird like you. 

Perhaps the fairytales were somewhat true. The prince and the princess always seemed to stay forever together.

[aluraveil]

Lisa im having major braunrot about blade fucking Darling in his Mara struck state 👀

imagine how rough he would be <3.. im getting horny just thinking abt it 🥰

ooh yes anon!! blade would be extra possessive esp when the mara hits him!! plus his cock would be much thicker and harder.. poor darling. thank you for the food anon!!

~

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒..

Pairing: Blade x Female Reader (ft. Kafka)

TW: Yandere-ish?? Masterbation, lots of smut, vaginal penetration, bedroom activities basically. Everything is consensual here.

MINORS DNI. 18+ only.

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Blade has time periods that occur every month due to being mara struck where he sorta becomes.. a completely different person. When he’s in the mara struck state, he becomes more.. insane for the lack of a better word.

He was already possessive of his darling before, but during this state, he becomes ten times if not more possessive. Blades mental state becomes more deranged and downright crazy. He’s more angry and more aggressive due to the painful memories that flash back to him. Blade also acts as if he’s in an animal in heat because of how horny he becomes. His cock becomes bigger and stretches out wider and the veins pop out more. His dick is flushing an angry shade of red and the tip is dripping out pre-cum. His cock is painfully erect and it always stretches through his boxers hence why there’s a large bulge forming in his pants.

Blade always has to deal with his.. problem by himself by sneaking off during a mission to hide in a private place such as a bathroom stall or just anywhere where there’s privacy for him and his horniness. He sits himself on his bed in the room that he’s currently staying in for a mission. What a pain, he grumbles as his bandaged hands quickly undo his belt and fumbles with his zipper. He shudders as his cock is finally freed from the confining place and he could almost cum from the feeling of the cold air hitting it. His hands work hastily as he masterbaits. He moans at how pleasurable it felt as his hands began moving up and down went faster and faster, until finally his dick splashes out thick ropes of cum and it squirts everywhere on his bed and dirties his pants. During his Mara struck state, his cum becomes more thick and the duration that it comes out becomes even longer. As for taste, it’s extra creamier and sweeter.

Kafka’s spirit whisper is able to help with some of the symptoms of his mara, such as utterly destroying his opponents, but she can’t do much about his.. hormones. Kafka tells him that her spirit whisper can be useful during missions but the best thing for him would be masterbation and having sex.

“Maybe Y/N could help you with it,” Kafka winks at Blade as she turns back to her magazine. Blade grumbles in pain as he leaves the Stellaron Hunter’s base as he makes the journey back to your shared home.

You weren’t aware about Blade’s tendencies due to the Mara quelling within him. But imagine to your surprise when you’re laying in your living room on the couch wearing one of your boyfriends shirts when Blade bursts the door of your shared home in hushed, raggedy breathes. His shirts covered in blood and his hair is slightly messy. When Blade sees you, he almost couldn’t restrain himself from pouncing on you. Fuck, you looked so gorgeous wearing his shirt and your scent smelled just like him. Blades thoughts were clouded with nothing but lust as he imagined the ways he wanted to ravage your body right then and there.

“Blade? What’s wrong?” You asked him with your eyes full of concern.

Blade’s breathing becomes shallow as his finger points to a certain place. “The mara.” Blade isn’t a man of many words, you were confused on what he meant until you look down and oh. You quickly catch on and realize he’s having another Mara flare up at that moment and he’s painfully horny.

“I can try my best.. and help if you would like- woah!”

You barely even finished your sentence before Blade lifted you up and rushed to your shared bedroom. He tosses you onto the mattress and he hurriedly rushes to undo his pants. You stare in awe as you look at how huge his cock had become. You could see the pre-cuz leaking out and how desperate it was for some friction. You and Blade have had sex many times in the past before, but the difference between now and then was big especially since this would be your first time having sex with him in his Mara struck state.

Blade’s bandaged hands begin to stroke himself and he groaned at the feeling. He quickly climbed on top of the mattress as he rushed to undo your clothing. Your shirt that you borrowed from him was quickly thrown and your laced panties were ripped off.

Blade immediately pounces on you and begins to push inch after inch of his cock into you. You cry out in pain because of how big and thick he is. Blade makes sure to savor every inch of your walls being wrapped around him and he groans at how tight you feel.

“M’gonna pound you,” He breathes out in rushed breathes as he begins to thrust in and out. “Gonna mark you up and make you mine..”

You moan at the feeling of Blade’s dick going in and out. It felt so good and you could feel every inch poking and prodding your insides. The bed began to shake as Blade started going rougher and rougher.

Unfortunately for you, Blades stamina is also increased a lot when he’s having a mara flare up. Which means that whenever you have sex with him during this, you can expect that he’s gonna be cumming inside you a lot and that you’re gonna be having rough sex for a couple of hours. You can also expect that from now on, you’ll be having sex with Blade during his mara flare up all the time since you so nicely volunteered to help him. You’re impressed and shocked with how Blade is able to have sex with you for such long periods of time and how hes able to bend and fold you in numerous positions as he thrusts in and out of your hole. At this point, know that you won’t be leaving the bedroom for at least a week every month.

After your first night of rough intercourse, Blade immediately reports back the good results to Kafka. She notices that whenever Blade is with you during his Mara flare ups, hes more calmer and hes able to control the Mara within him and keep himself more at bay. Meanwhile you’re laying on Blade’s lap with your clothed pussy is all used up and worn out from the abuse of his large cock while your arms, body, and neck are all covered in bite marks and hickeys. Blade has his arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his face on the side of your neck. He feels calmer now because his sweet girlfriend helped him.

Now imagine when you open the door to your shared home one day when you notice a pink present laying on top of your porch with a magenta ribbon. Curious, you open the box only to be greeted with a red laced lingerie set. Your face immediately heats up in embarrassment as you notice a note also placed inside the box.

“For Bladie’s next mara flare up ;)

-Kafka”

Your breath hitched as you feel a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around you. You realize it’s Blade as he nuzzled his face into your neck, then he notices the box you’re holding in his hand.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, “I want you to wear that for me.” You could feel his bulge start to harden as he grinds himself against your ass. “The mara is coming back..” Blade says with a hushed voice, “Be a good girl and help me.”

Well who were you to deny your boyfriend access? After all, you loved him a lot and you were of course willing to help him contain the Mara <3

~

[raidenamane]

Sigma blade save me pls

It's Just The Past You Can't Remember

Blade wants you because you look like his past lover whom he married when he was Yingxing. The same name, birthday, face, hair everything resembled his wife who died to help assist him in his crimes taking the flesh of the abundance emanator that turned him immortal. 

This will be hard to understand if you don't know the actual in-game lore how Blade actually became immortal so I'll sum it quick ***Jingliu said something along the line in the quest where they all meet up. Yingxing is a fool for taking an abundance emanator's(Shuhu) flesh to assist Dan Feng in saving Baiheng but ended up backfiring turning him into a immortal, becoming a curse for him*** Yeah that's the actual in game lore in a quest. Hopes this helps understand! I changed some parts to adjust to the story but the one I just said is the real version.

Yandere Blade x Yingxing's reincarnated wife

---♡𓌜 Bladie 𓁍

Blade laid his eyes on you through the coward. This wasn't the first time you two had met on another planet. You were in Elio's script so he always knew exactly where you are and what your every move is.

Even if he cannot remember his past fully he knew out of Five people Three must pay the price. And he pursues those very words. He remembered that Yingxing, his past self, had a wife who died in his arms.

Jing Yuan and Jingliu confirmed those very words. Pictures of their engagement kept in Jing Yuan's basement confirmed those dreams he had of his past life with you.

So now he stood waiting for the opportunity to take you. He will never let anyone take you away now. No matter how long he'll always hunt you down on every planet you go to just to pursue you.

You laid your eyes on Blade while he walked towards you pushing through the cowards of people.

Why is he here? You think to yourself as you push through the people to get yourself out of here. Fear rushed through your veins as you hurried out of here.

You ran to tell the guards on this planet that a wanted criminal from the IPC was here. A stellaron hunter. This was never your first encounter with him where he constantly harasses you with the idea you're his past lover and he's here to take you back.

You can't remember your past life! And you don't know this man at all so why is he here?! Every relationship you got in was over in a heartbeat. They all abandoned you due to fear of Blade and his sword slaying through their necks.

To Blade, you're still his wife even if you can't remember the past. Can he remember it clearly himself? No, but knows enough to put the pieces together and desire to live through those moments once again. To him; you being a new person is basically almost a win-win. He’s not his old self you’re not your past self so why not start a new beginning together? Just a refreshing start, just the two of you forever. 

You stopped in your tracks when in one swift motion an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in his embrace.

"Found you," the harshness of his voice rang in your ears. Cold blood rushed through your body. 

"You again! Why do you always do this?!"

"I'm here for one simple thing" his voice was deep and cold yet he was serious, "I came here to take back what's mine."

You plunged a knife into his abdomen. He grunted in pain but held you steadily refusing to let go. Those wounds won't hurt as much as losing you again. Even if the game and adrenaline is captivating as it is, he won’t lose you again.

"Is that the best you can do my dear?" His voice rang through your ears.

"I don't know why you're obsessing over the past! You're just a Stellaron Hunter. You should be focusing on atoning for your sins instead of this!" You used every strength in your body to push him away. It was never enough he didn't even budge.

"Why would I let you off so easily? You belong to me." His arms still gripped tightly around your waist having no intention of letting go. "You once belonged to Yingxing so you belong to me."

This made your blood boil. You held back every nerve in your body not to blow up at him calling him an imbecile and use profound language towards him.

"I don't know who Yingxing is or his wife. You don't have to hunt me down. Your wife. She's long gone dead. You know it so stop hunting me down everywhere I go!" You snapped at him, balling your hands into a fist.

He grabbed your chin tilting your chin towards his face. He blood orange iris staring into yours. You can see your reflection in his eyes. His pupils expanded. He was truly in love with the past.

Blade remains silent for what seems like a good while. His hands brushed against your waist softly holding you firmly.

"What if I want to reclaim what was once mine in the past?"

"Well, you can dig up your wife's grave then!"

His eyes harshed. His blood boiled. Even though he knew for sure you were his past lover. The dishonorable mention of his wife still angered him immensely when someone badmouthed his lover. “And you're the reason your wife died! She helped you take abundance emanator’s(Shuhu) flesh! Helping you betray the Luofu! Because of your selfishness, she died and you're immortal!"

Although you didn't fully understand his past relationships with his wife. You knew this from the books you read. How your past self had helped him betray Luofu out of love.

You know that you cannot deny that it may be true you are his past lover but a reincarnation. Yet your stubbornness prevents you from accepting the truth.

“You can't love someone from dreams and memories you don't even remember-" his hands covered your mouth preventing you from speaking any further as he immediately cut you off.

"I remember. My dreams are accurate to my past" He always told you he dreamt of his past when he was once Yingxing.

He continued, "You are her!" His words are swift and furious. He always reminded you that you have the exact same name, face, and birthday as his past wife.

"My last dream was you and me on bed during our wedding night." Blade always told you of his dream every time you've met. "You told me that you will always love and stay with me no matter the situation."

So that he dragged you away without your consent keeping you trapped with him forever. You'll live your life with him. And once this life of yours dies out he'll go on his hunt for your next life.

Maybe he'll give you the flesh of an abundance emanator to become immortal like he once did so he can keep this fairytale he longed for forever.

[thehatboxwitch]

fem!reader, TW // yandere, nsfw, drugging, dubcon, overstimulation

There's a dull, throbbing heat between your legs, in your stomach.

You stir, trying to find your tongue, when fingers encircle your arms.

"Good morning." Breath tickles your ear, before teeth catch onto your earlobe, nibbling gently.

Your eyes fly open, body lurching forward before you even know what's going on.

Phainon catches you easily with a hand, easing you back onto his lap, nestling his cock back deep inside you. You whimper when his hand comes up to clasp your throat gently - not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough for you to know a threat when you see it.

"Ph-phai," you stammer out. Your jaw feels so heavy, so sluggish... "L-let me... go..."

And the ache between your legs, a persistent burning so deep within you. Phainon adjusts you on his lap, and his dick, still hard even thought it must have been hours since the night had begun, nudges up against something raw within you that your head tips back onto his shoulder with a silent cry.

Light winks off the cut edges of a bottle of sleeping draught on the bedside table. You catch his gaze in the mirror, horror written all over your expression.

He sighs. "Looks like you caught me." When he tugs on your hair to expose the side of your neck to him, you have no energy to protest save for making a sound of displeasure. Phainon takes his time, sucking fresh bruises down from your jaw to collarbone, admiring them bloom with a look so full of love it almost makes you sick.

You're trembling, and Phainon can feel it. "What's the matter?" he asks, with another sigh, patient and weary. "You were so eager last night to get with... hmm... a hero of Amphoreus."

"I-I wasn't... " You didn't remember anything about last night. Would you have let anyone drag you so far into depravity, like he clearly had? It was so hard to tell... let alone think, with the draught clouding your head.

His eyes glow blue in the low light, clicking his tongue. "Weren't you? I'd hate for people to start saying that you were... taken advantage of."

He jostles his leg as gently as he can. You moan, feeling his sheer size bumping against all the most sensitive parts within you.

"Too much," you gasp out, nails sinking into his arm. There's too much of him everywhere; well-muscled arms keeping you flush against him, warm breath and loving bites and kisses over your neck and shoulders, cock still twitching each time your walls spasm around him. Phainon was big, yes, in so many more ways than one.

He nuzzles a kiss into the nape of your neck. "So pretty. You can give me one more, yes?"

You begin to shake your head no, until Phainon rolls his hips up into you and you're melting already, dissolving into nothing but sensitive nerves and sweet moans. He's murmuring praises into your ear, thrusting so deep and slow into you, relishing the way your ribbed walls flutter and squeeze around him.

"Taking me so well, sweetheart." The grinding turns into thrusts, wet, obscene squelches, and a hand finds your clit. "Shh, shh, stay right here. Be good."

Your back arches, hips pressing away or into his touch, you can hardly tell. "Phai, Phainon, big, too big-"

His laugh ruffles your hair. "Yeah? It's good, isn't it?"

"N-" Pleasure sparks and your protests fall away again, writhing in his hold. "Oh, please, faster, Phai-!"

Phainon obeys. He hardly needs to pay attention to where you're most sensitive, so deep within you feel like he might reach up to your chest, and the pads of his fingers, rough from years of battle, draw ecstasy-inducing circles over your clit until tears prick at your eyes.

"Coming, Phai, I'm-" The orgasm had lost its edge at that point, but Phainon still has you arching taut, wrenching a strangled cry from you.

In the mirror, you watch him clean off his fingers, slow and deliberate, letting you see all the slick he'd gathered up.

"So good," he purrs. "You'll understand why I want to keep you, hm?"

[vortexbloom]

Can I request some dialogue heavy scenarios where the HSR men, Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, and Moze are in a relationship with a Neko reader and how they react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked.

Sure :)

I decided to make a Aventurine one too btw.

How they‘d react, if they‘d see their Neko Lover jump up like an actual cat when they’re spooked (Seperate OneShots)

Pairing: Jing Yuan / Blade / Dan Heng / Boothill / Sunday / Jiaoqiu / Moze / Aventurine x Neko Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Some parts may be similar

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Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Marvel

Boycott List

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The warm glow of lanterns bathed Jing Yuan’s study in a soft light, casting elongated shadows across the neatly arranged scrolls. It was a quiet evening, the kind he treasured, especially when you were here, curled up beside him, tail lazily flicking as you read through one of his many books.

Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, golden eyes half lidded with drowsy contentment. He had been watching you for some time now, admiring the way your ears twitched slightly when you were deep in thought. It was a small, endearing habit, one of the many he had come to cherish.

The peace, however, did not last.

A sudden crash echoed through the room as the wind managed to drop a tray, the clattering sound cutting through the silence like a blade.

Your reaction was instant.

Ears flattening, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight into the air, your body moving with feline agility as you landed on the desk with a soft thud, wide eyed and claws lightly extended. A scroll rolled off the surface, and Jing Yuan barely had the presence of mind to catch his teacup before it tipped over.

Silence.

Then, a deep chuckle.

Jing Yuan pressed a hand to his lips, his broad shoulders shaking as he struggled to contain his amusement. His golden eyes gleamed with mirth as he regarded you, still perched atop the desk.

"My dear," he drawled, voice laced with humor. "I never realized you had such…remarkable reflexes."

You shot him a glare, ears twitching in embarrassment. "That wasn’t funny," you huffed, crossing your arms.

That only made his smirk grow.

"On the contrary, I found it quite delightful." He reached out, fingers brushing over your ears with a gentle touch, smoothing them down as if to soothe your ruffled pride. His gaze softened, though the amusement never quite left his expression. "Though I do apologize if I annoyed too much."

You huffed again but didn’t pull away when his hand slid down to scratch at the base of your ears. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted, replaced by a quiet purr that you refused to acknowledge.

Jing Yuan’s grin widened. "Ah, so I am forgiven?"

You flicked your tail in response, before muttering, "Only if you don’t tease me about this forever."

The General chuckled, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. "I make no promises."

You just rolled your eyes.

With a swift motion, he tugged you forward, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. A surprised squeak left your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head with a satisfied sigh.

"Now, stay here and let me enjoy this warmth a little longer."

You grumbled, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear was a difficult comfort to resist. So, despite your embarrassment, you let yourself relax in his embrace, tail curling around his wrist as his fingers continued their lazy strokes through your hair.

Jing Yuan merely smiled, content.

This, he decided, was far better than any paperwork.

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⋆˚࿔ ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The silence in the room was comfortable, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric as Blade shifted in his seat. He wasn’t one for idle chatter, and you had long since grown used to his quiet nature. It didn’t bother you. If anything, you found a strange sense of peace in his presence, knowing that despite his distant demeanor, he always kept an eye on you.

Curled up on the couch, your tail lazily flicked behind you as you read, the dim glow of the lamp casting soft shadows along the walls. Blade sat nearby, sharpening his sword with slow, methodical movements, his eyes flickering to you every so often.

And then—

BANG!

The sound of something heavy falling outside the room shattered the tranquility. Instinct took over before your mind could catch up, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and in one swift motion, you leapt straight into the air.

Blade barely had time to react before you landed with perfect feline agility, on top of the bookshelf.

Silence.

He blinked.

Then, without a word, he set his weapon aside and leaned back against his seat, tilting his head slightly as a quiet huff of amusement left his lips.

"…Hmm."

That was it. No teasing remark, no laughter, just that small, almost imperceptible sound of amusement. But you knew him well enough to recognize it.

Your ears twitched. "Don’t say it."

He exhaled through his nose, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Say what?"

You narrowed your eyes. His were unreadable, as always, but there was something behind them? a flicker of entertainment that he was clearly holding back.

Slowly, deliberately, Blade stood up. You tensed, watching as he moved to stand directly in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sharp, calculating. Then, in one fluid motion, he reached up, his strong hands effortlessly wrapping around your waist.

Before you could protest, he lifted you off the shelf with ease.

"You land well," he mused, setting you down in front of him. His hands didn’t immediately let go, lingering at your waist as his thumb brushed against your side. "Jump high, too."

Your tail flicked, your ears still slightly flattened. "Blade."

His lips twitched, just barely. Then, as if the moment had already passed, he released you, stepping back as he picked up his sword once more.

"Next time, land somewhere I can reach you faster."

You stared at him. "Was that…concern?"

He didn’t answer, but the way his fingers tightened briefly around the hilt of his sword told you everything you needed to know.

And despite your lingering embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒟𝒶𝓃 ℋℯ𝓃ℊ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The Astral Express was unusually quiet that evening. Most of the crew had retired to their rooms, leaving only the soft hum of the train’s engine and the occasional flicker of passing stars through the windows. You sat comfortably on the couch in the archive room, tail lazily flicking as you drank some tea. Across from you, Dan Heng sat with his own reading material, his gaze focused, his expression as unreadable as ever.

This was routine. A quiet evening together, surrounded by books and tea, with the gentle presence of each other’s company. You liked it this way.

Until—

CLANK.

The sudden noise from the hallway shattered the silence. Something heavy had fallen, perhaps March had dropped her camera again, or Caelus had knocked over something. Either way, the sound was unexpected.

Your body reacted before your mind did. Instinctively, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and with an alarmed yelp, you leapt straight up into the air.

Straight onto the shelf.

Silence.

Dan Heng’s book remained open in his hands, but his eyes had drifted upward, following your movement. You clung to the top of the shelf, wide eyed, tail still puffed up in fright. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, with a barely perceptible sigh, Dan Heng closed his book.

"I see your reflexes are…impressive."

Your ears twitched, heat creeping up your face. "Don’t say anything."

He tilted his head slightly, expression calm but unreadable. "I didn’t."

You scowled, shifting slightly but realizing with mild horror that getting down was trickier than expected. The shelf was taller than you thought, and your balance was precarious. You hesitated.

Dan Heng noticed.

Without a word, he stood up and walked over, stopping just below you. He extended his arms, gaze steady. "Come down."

You blinked. "I can do it myself."

A pause. Then, his tone softened, just barely. "You’ll land better if I catch you."

You hesitated again, but there was no teasing in his voice, no amusement at your predicament, just quiet patience. Huffing softly, you relented, letting yourself lean forward until gravity took over.

Dan Heng caught you effortlessly, his grip firm yet careful as he steadied you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, his warmth familiar. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, he finally spoke again.

"Next time, stay close to me. That way, you won’t have to jump at all."

Your ears twitched, tail flicking against his arm. You mumbled something about not being that easily startled, but the way Dan Heng’s arms lingered just a second longer than necessary told you he wasn’t entirely convinced.

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⋆˚࿔ ℬℴℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The dusty air of Penacony’s lower districts buzzed with distant chatter, neon signs flickering in the twilight. Boothill leaned back in his chair, boots propped up on the table, hat pulled low over his face. A slow evening, just how he liked it.

You, on the other hand, were perched on the armrest beside him, tail lazily flicking as you toyed with the rim of his hat. "You always this relaxed, cowboy?" you teased, ears twitching as you watched him.

Boothill let out a slow chuckle, tilting his head just enough to glance at you. "Ain’t no rush, sugar. If trouble comes, I’ll handle it before you even blink."

As if the universe itself wanted to test that claim, a loud crash echoed from the alleyway behind you. Something, someone, had knocked over a stack of crates. The sudden noise sent your instincts into overdrive.

Ears flattening, tail puffing up, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight up and landing perfectly on one of the wooden beams above. Claws lightly digging into the wood, you clung there, wide eyed, heart pounding.

Silence.

Boothill stayed completely still for a beat. Then, slowly, he lowered his boots from the table, his hand coming up to tip his hat back as he looked up at you. His eyes gleamed under the neon glow, amusement curling at the edges of his smirk.

"Well, ain’t that somethin’."

You groaned. "Don’t."

He chuckled, rolling his shoulders before standing. "Darlin’, you got reflexes quicker than a gunslinger in a standoff. You ever think ‘bout joinin’ me for a duel?"

You shot him a glare, tail flicking irritably. "I don’t see you reacting that fast."

Boothill smirked, tapping his holster. "That’s ‘cause I don’t need to jump, sweetheart. My gun does the talkin’."

You huffed, carefully shifting your weight to prepare for a jump down. But before you could move, Boothill was already underneath you, arms casually open. "Go on. I gotcha."

Your ears twitched. "I can land fine on my own, you know."

He smirked, tilting his head. "I know. But humor me."

You hesitated for only a second before letting go, landing effortlessly in his arms. His grip was steady, warm, secure. You half expected him to tease you, but instead, he just chuckled, adjusting his hold for a brief moment before setting you gently on your feet.

"Next time, sugar, maybe try jumpin’ towards me instead of away."

Your tail flicked against his leg in response, but the way he grinned told you he definitely wasn’t gonna let this go anytime soon.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The dazzling lights of Penacony’s Dreamscape cast a golden glow over the lounge, where Sunday lounged effortlessly on a velvet couch, a half empty glass of wine twirling between his fingers. He looked as he always did, relaxed, poised, utterly unreadable.

You, on the other hand, were seated beside him, tail flicking lazily as you nibbled on a delicate pastry. The night was peaceful, the music soft, the company…pleasant.

And then—

BANG!

A bottle behind the bar toppled over, crashing to the ground with a sharp clatter.

Your instincts kicked in before logic could catch up. Ears flattened, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp and leapt straight up.

Not just a small jump, no, you soared, landing gracefully on the chandelier hanging above the lounge.

Silence.

Sunday, who had not even flinched at the noise, slowly lowered his wine glass, looking up at you with an expression that could only be described as…delightfully intrigued.

"Well, well," he mused, tilting his head as a slow smile curved his lips. "Now that’s what I call a grand performance."

Your tail flicked, embarrassment heating your face as you clung to the chandelier, claws digging slightly into the golden frame. "I—That was—"

He chuckled, setting his drink aside before standing, adjusting his pristine cuffs. "Darling, if you wanted all eyes on you, you only had to ask."

You groaned, ears flattening further. "Don’t start."

Sunday merely extended a hand, the neon reflections in his golden eyes glimmering with amusement. "Come down, love. Or should I call in a ladder?"

You huffed, preparing to leap down, only for Sunday to effortlessly step forward and catch you midair before you even landed. His grip was steady, his arms strong as he pulled you close, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.

"Impeccable form," he murmured, voice low, teasing.

Your tail flicked against his chest in protest, and he laughed, a smooth, velvety sound.

"Though, next time, my dear…jump into my arms first, won’t you?"

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝒶ℴ𝓆𝒾𝓊 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jiaoqiu sat at his desk, his fingers tracing the lines of his latest research notes. He glanced up from his work, eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze fixed on his beloved, curled up like a content kitten on the sofa, a small book resting ion your lap. The gentle, rhythmic sound of your breathing was oddly soothing, and for a moment, Jiaoqiu allowed himself to indulge in the comfort of your presence.

Then, something happened. A sudden, sharp noise cut through the silence.

The next thing Jiaoqiu knew, you, who had been peacefully dozing, launchedyourself into the air with a startled yelp, an elegant but startled leap that mirrored the precise movements of a frightened cat. Your eyes were wide, the ears on top of your head twitching in every direction, and your tail, Jiaoqiu’s favorite part of you, was puffed up in surprise.

The scene happened so quickly, he couldn’t help but blink in disbelief.

"Jiaoqiu!" Your voice cracked with sudden alarm as you hovered midair, eyes flicking around the room, as if searching for the source of danger.

But Jiaoqiu was no stranger to your cat-like reflexes. Still, it never ceased to amuse him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, low and warm, as he leaned back in his chair. His expression softened, though there was a glint of affection in his eyes.´´

"Did you got startled, love?" he teased, his voice calm and controlled, as always.

You landed softly back onto the ground, your face flushed with embarrassment. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but your tail betrayed you, flicking erratically behind you as your eyes darted around to make sure the threat (whatever it was) had passed.

"I…I wasn’t expecting that noise," you stammered, still trying to regain your bearings.

Jiaoqiu stood up from his desk, taking slow, measured steps toward you. His hand gently reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't resist teasing you a little further, but there was a tender warmth in his voice.

"You’re so cute when you’re startled,´´ he said, his lips curling into a soft smile. ´´You remind me of a cat, always so quick to react."

His words made your cheeks burn brighter, making you pull your knees up to your chest, feeling embarassed. You were so used to your feline-like tendencies, the ears, the tail, the reflexes, but hearing Jiaoqiu call you cute´ always ´turned you into a blushing mess.

"I didn’t jump that high!" you protested weakly, though the sheepish smile on your face said otherwise.

Jiaoqiu chuckled, sitting next to you on the couch. "You did. And I think it’s adorable," he said, his voice softening. "I never thought I’d be so lucky to have someone so…unique, so full of life."

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. Despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his words. Jiaoqiu wasn’t one to offer praise lightly, and when he did, it meant something.

"Really?" you asked quietly, your tail swishing a little more contentedly now.

Jiaoqiu nodded, his gaze soft and unwavering. "Absolutely."

He took your hand gently, pulling you closer to him, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing his fingers over the tips of your ears. "Now, I think it’s time for you to relax, my little neko. I’ll make sure nothing scares you for the rest of the evening."

You felt your heart melt as you curled closer to him, feeling safe in his embrace. Youwere still a little embarrassed about your jump, after all, you had hoped to appear graceful, even with the feline traits youcouldn’t help but flaunt. But Jiaoqiu never made you feel self conscious.

In fact, he loved you all the more for it.

And so, in the calm after the the startle, the two of you settled together.

As Jiaoqiu continued to hold you, his beloved, close, you realized that sometimes, being startled and falling into the arms of someone who cared, made everything in the world seem perfectly aligned.

"Jiaoqiu" you whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. "Thank you for always being here."

He smiled, brushing a gentle hand through your hair, his heart swelling with love.

"Always."

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⋆˚࿔ ℳℴ𝓏ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Moze had seen a lot of things in his time. But watching his lover, his sweet, supposedly normal lover, leap straight into the air like a startled cat? Yeah, that was new.

The night had been quiet. You walked beside Moze, tail swaying lazily, ears twitching at the distant sounds of the city. Moze, ever the picture of relaxed confidence, strolled with his hands in his pockets, cigarette hanging from his lips.

Then—

BANG!

A trash can tipped over in a nearby alley.

Before Moze could so much as glance over, you sprang into the air, landing effortlessly on the ledge of a street sign.

Silence.

Moze stood there, cigarette paused between his fingers, head tilting up to look at you. His eyes gleamed with slow, dawning amusement.

"Huh." He exhaled smoke, taking his time before smirking. "Didn’t take you for the ‘climb first, think later’ type."

Your tail flicked in embarrassment. "It was instinct!"

"Instinct, huh?" His smirk widened. "So, what’s the plan now, kitten? You settin’ up shop up there, or you need a rescue?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I don’t need rescuing."

"That so?" He took a step closer, tapping ash from his cigarette. "Then jump down."

You hesitated. The leap up had been easy. The jump down, especially with Moze watching so intently, felt…humiliating.

His grin turned lazy as he opened his arms. "C’mon. You know I gotcha."

With a sigh, you finally leapt and true to his word, Moze caught you effortlessly, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against him.

"Told ya," he murmured, voice warm against your ear.

You buried your face in his shoulder. "You’re never gonna let this go, are you?"

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Nope. Might even start keepin’ a tally."

You groaned, but his laughter, low, teasing, and utterly fond, made it a little harder to stay mad.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒜𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Aventurine had seen many things in his line of work, bluffs, desperate gambles, high risk plays that paid off or crashed spectacularly. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for the sight of you his oh so charming lover, springing into the air like an actual startled cat.

The two of you had been walking through the Reverie, his usual smug confidence on full display as he lazily shuffled a deck of cards in one hand. You, tail swaying, ears twitching at every sound, strolled beside him, casually entertained by his smooth talk about probabilities and luck.

Then, the universe decided to throw in an unexpected variable.

A sudden clatter, a serving tray crashing to the floor behind you.

In an instant, your body reacted before your mind could catch up, ears flattened, tail puffed, and you launched yourself straight up, landing gracefully atop a decorative light fixture.

Silence.

Aventurine blinked. Slowly. Then, with the ease of a man who had just been blessed with the most amusing hand of cards ever dealt, he let out a low, delighted chuckle.

"Well, well. I must say, I didn’t account for this particular…reflex of yours."

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "Don’t start."

"Oh, but I must." He smirked up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, darling, if you wanted a change in perspective, you could’ve just asked. Climbing the decor seems a bit dramatic, even for you."

"I didn’t mean to!" you huffed, tail flicking in irritation. "It was instinct!"

"Instinct, you say?" He tapped a finger against his chin, as if considering his next move in a game. "Fascinating. You do this often? Perhaps I should start placing bets on how high you’ll go next time?"

You shot him a glare. He only laughed, ever the picture of infuriating amusement.

Finally, he stretched out a hand, voice laced with an exaggerated sigh. "Come now, kitten. As much as I enjoy this newfound discovery, I’d rather not have my partner perched above me like some elusive jackpot prize."

You hesitated, only because you knew the second you were back on the ground, he’d never let you live this down. Still, with no other choice, you leapt down.

Aventurine caught you with infuriating ease, his arms securing you in place before he leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "See? Always a safe bet with me."

You groaned, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "You’re never letting this go, are you?"

His smirk widened. "Oh, sweetheart. Not in a million cycles."

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[aionishoh]

driving hc

Is damn attractive whenever he drives, its probably just the way his hands take over the wheel in such a way that is dangerously handsome or the way he looks back whenever hes about to park. Whenever you're in the passenger, he always has hands on your thigh. If you're in the backseat, his hands still manage to find his way on your thighs while he checks if he's parking properly.

CYNO, alhaitham, diluc, childe, albedo, kazuha (g.i), scaramouche, blade, sampo, dan heng, sunday, MYDEI, DR. RATIO, ANAXAGORAS, geto, sukuna, ITOSHI SAE, aiku, reo, FYODOR, dazai, kunikida, + your faves!

CANNOT drive. Thats it. He has a drivers license but he cannot do things properly. When the two of you have free time, you usually give him driving lessons. And so far, you only have to pay for a broken pole, fourteen park benches and possibly a medical bill of someone. He does try his best! Even whenever you're busy, he tries driving on his own. Usually whenever its night and you're knocked out by sleep. Makes you wonder how he even got a license.

KAVEH, neuvillette, venti, xiao, KAEYA, imbibitor lunae, AVENTURINE, phainon, CAELUS, gallagher, BACHIRA, nagi, kaiser, sigma (bsd), + your faves!

[heliosunny]

pls pls pls yandere!blade?? 👀👀i love the lucky egg one of him 🫣

Yandere!Blade x Reader

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening, and the alleyway smelled of damp earth. You hadn’t planned on stopping, but the faint sound of something rustling near a pile of discarded crates caught your attention.

A cat—if you could even call it that—lay there, drenched and motionless. Its sleek black fur was matted with rain and speckled with blood, its body tense despite the clear exhaustion weighing it down. But what struck you most were its eyes—piercing crimson, burning with unmistakable fury.

When you took a cautious step forward, the cat let out a low, warning growl. Its ears flattened, tail flicking sharply despite its weakened state.

You crouched down slowly, keeping your hands in view. “Easy… I’m not going to hurt you.”

It didn’t believe you. Even now, it refused to appear weak.

A sigh escaped your lips as you reached into your bag, pulling out a piece of cloth. “You’re hurt. If I leave you here, you’ll only get worse.”

The cat didn’t move. Carefully, you extended the cloth toward it.

For a long moment, it simply stared. Then, ever so slightly, the rigid tension in its shoulders eased. It wasn’t trust, not yet. But it was something.

And that was enough for now.

Bringing the cat home had been the easy part. Getting it to actually accept your help? That was another story entirely.

The moment you stepped through your front door, the black-furred creature tried to wriggle out of your grasp. You set it down gently on a pile of fresh towels, but it still glared at you with pure contempt, eyes practically screaming, Don’t touch me.

“You’re really something, huh?” you mused, grabbing the first aid kit. “I’m trying to help, you know.”

The cat didn’t respond, obviously, but the way it flicked its tail and tensed when you got closer made its thoughts clear enough. You started tending to its wounds, expecting it to lash out at any moment. It never did.

But as days passed, something changed. The hostility remained, but it grew quieter. The cat still refused to be held, but it no longer flinched when you reached out. It tolerated you.

And then one night, after a particularly stubborn staring contest, you found deep scratch marks on the wooden floor. Letters, etched with deliberate precision.

B L A D E

You blinked. Then looked at the cat, who sat there with an expression that somehow felt smug.

“You’re smart for a cat” you murmured, watching as it flicked an ear in response.

But instead of calling it Blade, you tilted your head and smirked. “Bladie, huh?”

The cat’s tail flicked, and it shot you the nastiest glare you’d ever seen.

From that moment on, the name stuck.

Even after it healed—after it was strong enough to leave—Bladie never did. You expected it to slip out the door one day, disappearing back into the streets, but it never came. Instead, it lingered. At night, you’d wake up to find it curled up at your feet.

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The moment you stepped through the door, you practically beamed with excitement. “Bladie! Guess what? I got myself a boyfriend!”

The black-furred cat sat atop the windowsill, bathed in the dim evening light, tail lazily flicking as it watched you.

You pursed your lips, placing your hands on your hips. “Wow, nothing? No hissing? No dramatic reactions? I thought you’d at least look offended.”

Maybe you were just joking. Or maybe this supposed ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t even worth acknowledging.

But then the next day came.

And you—of all things—brought Blade with you on a date.

You had tucked him into your arms, treating him like some pampered pet, completely unaware of the way his gaze sharpened the moment he saw the man waiting for you at the café.

This man—this supposed ‘boyfriend’—was pathetic.

Everything about him screamed weakness.

Useless.

And yet you sat there, sipping your drink, completely oblivious.

Blade’s tail flicked once. Twice. If this man thought he’d be keeping you, he was sorely mistaken.

“I’ll be right back, Bladie. Be nice, okay?”

You ruffled the fur between his ears before heading off to the bathroom, completely unaware of the tension crackling in the air the moment you left.

The man—your so-called boyfriend—let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. Then, just as quickly, his friendly mask cracked. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

“Well, well… What are the chances?”

“You look miserable like this” the man mused, tapping a finger against the table. “Not so high and mighty now, are you?”

The man smirked. “What, nothing to say? Oh, that’s right..you can’t.” His voice was full of mockery. “Maybe I should tell them the truth? I bet they’d love to know what kind of monster they’ve been-”

It happened in an instant.

Blade's claws sank deep into the man’s forearm before he could react. The wizard yelped, jerking back, but Blade didn’t let go. His fangs sank into the man's flesh.

"Tch—! Damn beast—!"

Chairs screeched. Silverware clattered. The café burst into chaos as Blade tore into the man, aiming for veins, for weak points. His claws raked across the wizard’s cheek, leaving deep, bleeding gashes.

The wizard barely managed to shove him off, staggering back.

The wizard cursed under his breath, wiping the blood from his face. “You should’ve stayed a stray.”

Blade growled low in his throat. If this man thought he could take you, manipulate you, he was dead wrong.

The café was a disaster.

Tables overturned. Chairs knocked aside. Silverware scattered across the floor. Your so-called boyfriend stood there, pale-faced, clutching his bleeding arm. And in the center of it all sat Blade.

You were speechless.

What the hell had happened while you were gone?

The manager was already shouting, other customers whispering, but you barely heard them as you marched over and scooped Blade into your arms. He didn’t resist—just let himself be carried, still eerily stiff, still glaring daggers at the man.

You didn’t say a word. You just turned and left.

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That night, the moon was full, bathing your room in silver light.

Blade lay curled at the foot of your bed, unmoving. You sighed, shifting under the blankets.

“What am I gonna do with you…” you mumbled, “I should be mad, you know. That was crazy.”

Then, in the dead of night, something changed.

Where there had been a small, black-furred cat…Now stood a man.

Blade flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of his true form again. His expression remained unreadable as he took a slow step toward your sleeping figure.

Blade knew his time was short.

The moment he had awoken in his human form, he had felt it—the lingering pull of the curse, the weight pressing against his chest, ready to drag him back into that pathetic, weak cat body. He refused to let that happen. Not when he had finally regained himself. Not when the man who did this to him still breathed.

He left silently, slipping through the open window into the night, vanishing beneath the full moon’s gaze.

The wizard wouldn’t have gone far.

The scent of blood led him straight to his target.

The wizard sat in an abandoned house, muttering under his breath, fingers weaving through the air as he tried to reinforce his spells. His wounds from earlier were hastily bandaged, but Blade could see the sluggish way he moved.

The wizard’s head snapped up, “You—!”

The wizard barely managed to conjure a barrier, sparks flying as Blade’s weapon crashed against it. The force sent him stumbling back, and Blade didn’t let up—

The wizard threw a desperate bolt of energy, but Blade twisted mid-step, dodging effortlessly before lunging, grabbing the man by the throat and slamming him against the wall. Blood smeared across the stone.

The wizard gasped, clawing at Blade’s grip.

“You thought you could reduce me to nothing?”

Without hesitation, Blade drove his sword straight through the wizard’s chest. “Fool.”

The wizard let out a strangled gasp before finally going limp.

The curse was broken.

Or at least… it should have been.

But as Blade took a step back, he felt it—that familiar aura.

His body shrank, fur replaced skin, claws replaced fingers. His vision lowered as the world warped around him.

And just like that, he was back in that miserable, feline form.

So killing the wizard wasn’t enough.

Then what the hell was?

----

By the time Blade returned to your side, he was full.

The wizard had been weak, but at least he had been useful in one regard—his body had provided a satisfying meal. It wasn’t the first time Blade had consumed flesh, nor would it be the last, but there was something particularly enjoyable about devouring the man who had cursed him.

And now, with his hunger dealt with, exhaustion settled in.

The entire day passed like that. He barely moved, barely opened his eyes, simply existed in his comfortable, satisfied state.

You, of course, were clueless.

“Oh my god, Bladie, are you sick?”

You had hovered over him in concern when evening came, poking at his fur. He cracked open an eye, unimpressed.

“You never sleep this much. Did you eat something weird?”

At that, his tail twitched. If only you knew.

The curse hadn’t lifted.

Even after killing the wizard, even after ripping him apart with his own fangs, nothing had changed. He was still bound to this ridiculous form.

To break the curse…

He needed a true love’s kiss.

Blade almost vomited at the thought, but what else can he do.

He had spent years rejecting such foolish, sentimental nonsense. Love? Affection? Worthless. He had never needed such things.

And yet, now, it was the only way he could think of.

If this was what it took, then he would endure it.

But there was a problem.

You, in all your obliviousness, had no idea.

So under the limitations of his cat form, Blade began to subtly encourage you.

More physical contact. More attempts to be endearing. More ways to push you into doing what needed to be done.

You, of course, noticed the difference immediately.

“Bladie, what’s gotten into you?” you murmured one night as he climbed onto your chest, pressing his forehead against yours. “You never do this.”

He stared at you, crimson eyes unblinking.

“…Are you trying to tell me something?”

Yes. Obviously. Hurry up.

Instead, you just laughed, scratching under his chin. “You’re acting like you actually like me or something. Did I feed you something weird?”

Blade resisted the urge to dig his claws into your shirt in frustration.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

Blade had never known true suffering until now.

Days passed, and you remained completely, hopelessly clueless. No matter what he did, you simply dismissed it as odd behavior, laughing at his attempts instead of realizing the obvious.

He nuzzled against your cheek? You cooed about how adorable he was.

He pressed his forehead against your lips, waiting? You thought he just wanted attention.

He climbed onto your lap, curling up and flicking his tail in an almost inviting manner? You took a damn picture and posted it online, calling him the “cuddliest little guy.”

Blade wanted to scream.

But he was determined.

So he tried everything.

He’d stretch lazily across your desk while you worked, rolling just enough so you’d notice the perfect placement for a forehead kiss.

He’d ‘accidentally’ brush his face against your lips while you were half-asleep, but instead of kissing him, you just muttered, “Ugh, Bladie, your fur is all over my face…” and rolled away.

He even went as far as faking slight injuries, limping over to you with the most pitiful look he could muster.

You panicked. Rushed to his side. Held him carefully.

“Oh no, you might be sick! I should take you to a vet.”

…Wait.

What?

That was how Blade found himself at an animal clinic, held in your arms as some stranger in a white coat examined him like he was nothing more than a common housecat.

“Nothing’s wrong with him” the vet finally said, shaking their head. “He’s perfectly healthy. Probably just being clingy.”

You sighed in relief. “Oh, thank god. I was worried.”

Blade, meanwhile, wanted to die.

You had just wasted hours of his time—his precious, limited time—only for a vet to confirm what he already knew.

By the time you brought him back home, he was done.

This was pointless. Completely, utterly pointless.

He gave up.

But then, the unthinkable happened.

That evening, you got a message from your friends. Some last-minute invitation to hang out.

And without hesitation, you grabbed your bag, ruffled Blade’s fur, and left.

Just like that.

Blade sat there in stunned silence, staring at the door.

He was alone.

For the first time in weeks, you had left him by himself.

…Oh.

Oh.

If you could leave him once, you could leave him again.

And that… was unacceptable.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Blade wasted no time.

He leapt onto the windowsill, tail flicking with irritation as he tracked your scent. It wasn’t difficult. He had spent his time memorizing everything about you.

Finding you was laughably easy.

Your friends surrounded you, their presence invading what was his.

No.

They had to go.

The first one left quickly.

A minor inconvenience, really. All it took was a perfectly timed ‘accident’—a tipped-over drink spilling onto their lap. They yelped, cursing under their breath, and excused themselves to clean up.

The second was harder.

They were persistent, staying far too close, their gaze lingering on you in a way that made Blade’s claws twitch. So he stepped things up- A sprained ankle.

Another one gone.

One by one, they left.

Some to clean up a mess, some to answer an urgent call, some simply feeling an inexplicable unease clawing at their senses, whispering to them that it was time to leave.

And eventually…

It was just you.

You frowned, looking around in confusion. “Huh? Where did everyone go?”

Finally.

Now, all that was left… was to bring you back.

A familiar tug at your sleeve.

“Bladie?”

Your cat had somehow found you, his small black paws gripping your sleeve, tail flicking in agitation.

“Did you follow me all the way here?” you sighed, bending down to scoop him up. “You really don’t like being left alone, huh?”

But before your hands could reach him—

Before your eyes, the small form of your cat twisted, stretching, warping. Fur faded into skin, limbs lengthened, dark robes manifesting around a lean, powerful frame.

A man.

“…Bladie?”

“Took you long enough.”

The moment your brain finally caught up with what you were seeing, panic hit.

You screamed.

Then, before you could think, before you could rationalize, your body moved on instinct. You didn’t care about the stares of the people nearby. You didn’t care about the fact that you had just left Bladie—or whoever that was—behind. Your legs just moved, carrying you as far away from that impossible, terrifying sight as possible.

That’s not real. That’s not real. That’s not—

A sudden rush of wind behind you.

Something grabbed you. You barely had time to react before a sharp tug yanked you backward, knocking you off balance.

Bladie—no, Blade.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

And before you could say a word, his hand cupped your jaw and he kissed you.

You gasped, hands instinctively pushing at his chest, but it didn’t matter—because the moment his lips touched yours—His body lit with a strange, pulsing energy, golden threads wrapping around his form, weaving light into his skin. But not for long, later, the glow flickered. Then shattered.

Like glass splintering under pressure, the light broke apart—and in its place, you watched in horror as his body shrunk.

He was a cat again.

Just a cat.

“Oh my god, oh my god—Bladie!” you hissed, scooping him up into your arms like he hadn’t just assaulted your lips in public, “What the hell was that?!”

He let out a furious yowl, clawing weakly at your sleeves like he was trying to explain himself but had no words.

“No—don’t you dare yell at me right now, mister! You’re the one who—we need to go!”

You held him close, bolting down the street in a panic, heart still thundering in your chest.

“Please let no one have recorded that—oh my god—”

Blade buried his face into your arm in pure shame.

This was not how that was supposed to go.

Your feet had barely hit the floor of your apartment before you dropped Blade onto the couch, hands on your hips, pacing in a frantic spiral of frustration and disbelief.

“I kissed my cat.” You clutched your head. “In public! In front of people!”

Blade, now a thoroughly pissed-off ball of fur, sat sulking with his ears flat, tail lashing violently across the cushions.

“And you—what even was that?! You’re not just some weird guy with a curse—you kissed me! You turned into a man, kissed me, turned back, and meowed like it was my fault?!”

He meowed again—defensive.

“Don’t ‘meow’ at me!” you snapped, pointing at him like he was on trial. “I’ve let you sleep in my bed, eat my food, ruin my curtains, and now I find out you’re not only human but also a problematic one?! I’ve been out here feeding wet food to some man disguised as a floofy stray!”

Blade flopped over dramatically, tail still twitching. He would’ve flipped you off if he had fingers.

You groaned, flopping down beside him, hand dragging over your face. “This is… this is too much.”

That’s when the window shattered.

You didn’t even have time to scream before the shadows surged in.

Hooded figures in blood-dark robes, sigils glowing faintly on their skin, their voices hissing in a language that made your bones ache. You were shoved to the ground. Another snatched Blade, forcing him into a glowing cage that hissed with energy and burned his fur.

Then everything vanished.

In a breath.

You landed in a dusty, crumbling tower, stone walls etched in cursed runes.

You tried to scream for him, but they yanked you away.

When Blade woke up, his body was human again. His wrists burned where the magical shackles bound him, but his expression was blank—bored, even—as the cultists circled like vultures.

“You killed one of our own” one of them hissed. “The curse you were bound to—it was ours to control.” “You consumed his flesh” another said, voice quivering with disgust and reverence. “That’s an ancient taboo. Even for us.”

Blade shrugged. “Tasted better than he looked.”

They didn’t like that. Several took a step back, one nearly gagged.

“The sentence is death.”

“Great” Blade muttered, rolling his eyes. “Let’s skip the ceremony and get to it.”

“And your owner corrupted with your presence… They will be executed alongside you.”

“What?”

“They took you in. Sheltered you.”

“You’ll burn together”

“You picked the wrong bargaining chip.”

The tower shuddered.

Blade… no longer looked bored.

“I warned him…” he murmured low, as if to himself. “Told him I’d kill everyone.”

The shackles cracked.

A cultist stepped back. “He’s—he’s breaking containment—!”

Snap.

One cuff shattered, then the other. A surge of corrupted energy burst from Blade’s core, black and red streaks tearing through the air like living claws. And Blade rose, his long hair flowing with the sheer force of pressure now rolling off his body.

“You should’ve touched me” he whispered. “But you threatened Y/N.”

The first to die barely saw it coming.

Blade moved and punched through the cultist’s chest—his bare hand ripping out a still-beating heart with such force the ribs cracked outward like shattered wood. He dropped the organ.

The second tried to cast a binding spell, but Blade was on him in a blink, his nails extending into claws. He slashed across the man’s face, slicing the top half clean from the bottom. Skull and jawbone split open like ripe fruit, blood spraying in an arc across the stone walls.

Blade enjoyed this.

A woman tried to flee. Her legs carried her nearly to the stairs before Blade’s shadow stretched unnaturally, and something reached from it— A clawed hand gripped her ankle.

“No—NO—!”

Her screams were cut short when Blade’s boot came down hard on her throat—once. Then again. And again.

Her windpipe crushed. She gurgled as blood spilled from her nose and mouth, eyes wide with horror as her final moments played out beneath the heel of the creature she helped summon.

“You can’t kill us all—!” one screamed.

Blade tilted his head. “Watch me.”

He lifted his hand—energy surging through his arm like fire. A spike of steel tore through the stone floor and impaled one through the gut, lifting him into the air where he writhed like a pinned insect.

The final cultist turned to run—only for Blade to appear behind him.

“I should keep you alive,” he murmured, claw tapping the man’s cheek, “but I’m done being kind.”

Then he tore his throat out with his teeth.

The man gurgled, choking on his own blood, before falling to his knees—eyes still wide in disbelief.

The tower stank of blood and fear.

Corpses were scattered like broken dolls.

“…You better be safe.”

And with that, he turned to find you.

Blade moved through the carnage.

Two more cultists emerged from an upper level, unaware of what lay below. They were mid-conversation, arguing about keeping you under control.

With a blur of motion, Blade appeared before them like a phantom.

Blade’s hand snapped forward and seized the man’s wrist, yanking it forward.

“Wha—?!”

The cultist screamed as his own fingers were twisted into a casting sigil.

“Don’t waste it” Blade growled.

He forced the man’s hand forward like a weapon—aimed it at the other cultist and triggered the spell before the man could resist. A streak of cursed lightning blasted the second cultist straight into the wall, caving in his chest on impact. The body slumped down in a mangled pile of meat and robes.

“P-Please—”

“…You helped them cage Y/N”

“No—I didn’t mean to—!”

Blade ripped the man’s arm from its socket, using his own spell-casting hand to burn his face off.

He tossed the scorched corpse aside and kept walking.

Room after room, hallway after hallway—he tore through the place, destroying anyone who dared to appear in front of him.

From above.

Blade’s head snapped up. He heard a scream.

There was a sharp gust of wind—stone crumbling from the high spire—and when he ran to the window, what he saw made his blood boil.

You—held at the edge of the highest balcony by another cultist. Wind whipping your hair, your arms flailing as you kicked and screamed—

“Let go of me!!”

The robed figure hissed something in an arcane tongue, clearly intending to toss you over as a final punishment—

Blade launched himself out the window. The wind howled in his ears, but his eyes were locked on you. You were falling now, pushed over the edge—screaming, plummeting.

And he caught you mid-air, arms wrapped tight around your waist, bodies spinning violently from the momentum. You crashed down hard on a stone ledge below, but Blade took the brunt—grunting, blood splattering from his mouth as his back slammed against the stone.

But you were alive.

Held tight in his arms.

“…You alright?”

You blinked in shock. Your hands gripped the front of his blood-soaked robes as you stared up at his face.

“…Bladie?”

Blade pulled away from you, his grip lingering for a moment longer before he stood.

“Stay here,” he ordered, “I’ll clear out the rest.”

He vanished into the shadows like a wraith.

And you… sat there, wrapping your arms around yourself, staring at the blood smeared on your hands and clothes.

What were you supposed to feel?

What were you supposed to think?

Just days ago, he was your stray cat—your grumpy, clingy, ridiculous little Bladie. Now…

Now, you had seen him rip people apart like paper.

Your hands clenched.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The sounds of slaughter echoed distantly—cries of agony, bones snapping, wet thuds against stone.

And he finally returned.

Blade stood before you, drenched in the aftermath of his rampage—His eyes still gleamed with the remnants of battle, but they softened—just slightly—when they met yours.

You didn’t speak. Didn’t move.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you.

His lips, tainted with the scent of iron, pressed against yours.

You shoved him back instantly, your pulse spiking.

“What was that for?!” you gasped, wiping your mouth instinctively, the taste of blood lingering.

Blade blinked, entirely unaffected by your reaction. “To see if I changed back.”

You stared at him.

“…And?”

He lifted his hands—still human. Flexed his fingers—still normal. Glanced down at himself—same old, blood-covered menace.

Everything was normal.

His lips twitched upward, just barely. “Guess I’m stuck like this.”

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your temples. “I cannot deal with this right now.”

“Then don’t.” He tilted his head, “Let's go home.”

“…Home?”

He nodded once.

He wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.

No matter how much you tried to process everything that happened

No matter how much you questioned reality itself

Blade was going to follow you home.

Just like he always did.

[yandere-wishes]

The feminine urge to make posts that are so barbiecore yet simultaneously have it chill the reader to the very bone and haunt their minds like Nosferatu.

[jymwahuwu]

@blbrrymilk in your inbox again TvT

which of the hsr men do you think are into boobjob/ paizuri?? or mostly likely to stare at/grope your chest often. i wanted to know your thoughts on this... (also reader who has a flat chest too please. i wondered who would tease you the most about your size... my mind is saying aventurine and sampo 😭)

sorry, it took me so many days to answer!! this is very enlightening and I have been thinking about how the men in HSR would react😩😚😽💖

-cw: dub-con, yandere tendencies, nipple clamps, boobjob

They love it so much: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Argenti, Sampo

Like but not particularly keen on: Blade, Dan Heng, Dan Feng

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm: Luocha, Sunday

Consider this silly stuff: Dr. Ratio

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They love it so much:

Jing Yuan:

General likes your boobs and tits. No matter what size that is <3 If you have busty/medium boobs, be prepared to be rubbed by boobs for a long time. If you have flat/small boobs, expect to have your boobs licked so that they glisten with water. He looks forward to the day when your buds swell and your milk leaks… (I have written a more detailed version before)

Aventurine:

Exactly. If you have small breasts, he will definitely laugh at you first. Staring at your flat breasts with a mean look. Use his thumb to circle the areola and squeeze. But the look that turned into affection gave him away. He kisses your nipples. If you have large/medium boobs there is a milking machine for you and try boobjobs.

No matter what your breast size is, he has some custom nipple clamps in colors and patterns for you. Aventurine is not cruel, the nipple clamps are very loose and only slightly painful when clamped on your breasts. You whimpered and bounced on top of him, the nipple clamps on your breasts swaying. What a beautiful scenery.

Argenti:

There is no doubt that this knight adores your breasts, no matter the size. He looks at your breasts carefully and plays with them, and invariably ends with a boobjob. Because who can resist worshiping such beauty as you? Lots of compliments and squirting sounds. Cock inserted when you're shy.

Sampo:

Take off your clothes. You pumped your fist as Sampo laughed at your small size. He quickly blocked your punch and claimed that he just liked it so much… No matter what your size, he would give you a customized gift, a cute bra!

He is very patient, and the hair lying on your chest is itching and shaking for a long time. Orgasm after orgasm was pulled out of you, and when your mind was blurred by the orgasm, he held you tightly and penetrated you firmly, rubbing your breasts.

Like but not particularly keen on:

Blade:

Your bra was mostly destroyed into his hands. When he pulls your bra, it rips. It's really too much!! Blade usually prefers to penetrate you roughly rather than rub your nipples, but sometimes he might do that.

Dan Heng, Dan Feng:

These two dragons don't like these fancy things. They just squeeze your breasts without wanting a boobsjob. Why do they do this? You should be doing this to nurse the baby dragons.

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm:

Luocha:

The foreign trader considered and read the explanation. Luocha claimed he didn't know this as he cupped your breasts and rubbed and squeezed them mercilessly, keeping an innocent look on his face as you gasped and climaxed.

Sunday:

"What is that?"

Sunday's lips raised. The halo behind him became softer, and the feathers behind his ears were swaying. He requires you and serves Him. This is a type of dedication. You have to push your breasts and rub his cock...and at the critical moment, he'll dig his fingers into your wet walls and pound away.

Consider this silly stuff:

Dr. Ratio:

Ratio pinches, pokes and rubs your breasts while explaining the principles of orgasm and breast stimulation. It was a rational, calm tone. He scoffs and sighs as you twitch uncontrollably.

[pwettybbybunny]

I like the idea of Yanderes with a nonchalant/oblivious darling, like mf probably killed for you in past, manipulated you to be domesticated, you probably be swelled up with his babies and, when they propose to you, you just look like a dear in headlights, "W-wait, you were serious about loving me?"

Or, imagine dating for many years, except when drunk night together, you were giggling, and pestering to tell him who his crush is, and he just looks at you so confused, thinking you suspect him for cheating, so he spend extra time being tender, going extra miles to show their loyalty.

[lovingjingyuan]

I wonder: How would hsr boys react to someone trying to take pics up ur skirt? This is an unhinged thought that I’ve thought to long, please cure this weird thinking.

Characters: Avneturine, Jing Yuan, Blade, Sunday, Boothill

Aventurine

When Aventurine caught sight of a creepy man attempting to take inappropriate photos under your skirt while you were dress shopping for clothes, he was appalled and disgusted. 

“Check this green dress out. It’s like the color of an aventurine. I think it would look dashing on you” He threw in a little wink with his words, while deliberately trying to divert your attention away from the unsettling situation. 

With a reassuring smile he added, “this one's on me, spend freely.” He presented you with the beautiful dress on a hanger, while planning on taking you to the evening ball hosted by the IPC for the executives. 

Oh but he makes sure in the background he discreetly makes sure to contact someone from the IPC technology department to delete every piece of data, wiping everything off that creepy man’s phone. He also arranged a few of his IPC bodyguards, instructing them to follow that man so he can deal with him ‘personally’ later.

Jing Yuan

(Husband♡) Jing Yuan is a gentleman. He doesn’t want to concern you with these, wanting to save you the embarrassment and tainting your mind of peace. What truly astonishes him is the fact one of his very own staff members working at the Seat of Divine Foresight is involved in such despicable behavior. Towards his lover too!

“Ahem ahem,” he clears her throat, catching your attention. “Love, could you spare a moment and help me sort out these files?”

As you approach him he slickly wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into his embrace. He just can’t bear the thought of anyone seeing you in such a vulnerable way. Anyone that’s not him :( he loves his darling too much for anyone to be ogling at you. 

Without any sort of explanation he sat you down on his chair and covered your lap in a blanket. You’re confused and puzzled by his random action but he’s fuming in anger under his facade smile. 

He’s determined to address this issue in the most “legal” way possible. If he could.

Bladie!!!

He would either glare intensely at the point to the point the creepy man would delete the picture out of sheer intimidation. Orrrrr, Blade might just go over and greet them with his sword. As simple as that 🤷‍♀️

His glare alone is a death sentence, especially when he’s protecting his beloved. He loves you very much; just has a hard time expressing it!

Sunday

How could anyone commit such sinful and absurd acts, escapilly towards his beloved! He frowns upon any lewd or disrespectful behavior. Sunday would be absolutely speechless and consumed by fuming rage and disgust, staring at your offender. 

Regaining his composer, he approaches you with a mask smile hiding the intense emotions he felt, “Just a moment,” he says, glancing at you. “We mustn’t  be late for our outing my dear,” He extends one hand out for your hand. Despite his calm demeanor, his other hand clenched tightly behind his back. 

He averts his gaze directed towards the man behind you. “Please report to the BloodHound they will like to meet with you,” he says, his voice with strained restraints. 

Sunday hurriedly leads you away. Although Sunday may be a forgiving priest he had limits which that man crossed. He;s immensely disappointed that something like this would occur in Penacony’s dreamscape where everyone is supposed to be and feel relaxed in the hands of The Family. And he’s more upset it occurred to his beloved. 

Boothill

he will confront and make a scene cause you're his darling.

Boothill wants to spit out the most profound language but his system won't let him. seeing a man taking pictures of his darling? Fudge no! unacceptable!

"Muddle Fuger, what are you doing?" he tries cussing out the creepy man startling the man with their phone under your skirt.

"Son of a nice lady! What the heck are you doing to my girl?!" He makes a big scene, causing the man to panic because everyone turns their attention to this scene.

he's ready to whip out his revolver and protect his darling. Maybe after this he would take off his hat and put it behind your bum to cover you up as you two walk back from the embarrassing situation.

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I finally finished exams! blah blah blah. I'm bored af summer and I've been play wuwa! I love PGR Roland so I played cause it's from Kuro games. And omg Geshu Lin!!! He looks like Jing Yuan thats why I like him.

Avneturine Rant: Also I can't help this but I'm becoming obssed with Avneturine. I showed my friend an edit of him. she said he's so fine cause she like white blonde men. I'm starting to fall so inlove with him now! Same level of love with Jing Yuan. I can't Aveneturine is too charming. Didn't like him much at first but god his backstory and that mini anaimation how could I be so Blind! Same situtaion with Jing Yuan.

Also gonna update now

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere HSR Men Memes

I had to make some for the HSR men too(^з^)-☆

Yandere HSR Memes Compilation

Yandere HSR men memes part 2

Yandere HSR men memes part 3

Yandere HSR men memes part 4

Yandere HSR men memes part 5

Yandere genshin men memes

I have made true art＼(^o^)／

Do not copy my ideas. Thank you

[ddarker-dreams]

Do you have any Blade crumbs?

"One of these days, I'm gonna abandon my no-snitching philosophy and call the IPC."

This threat goes entirely ignored as your unwanted visitor continues moving about. He's intent on putting your groceries away, having blocked your previous efforts to assist by silently staring you down. With a huff, you prop yourself onto the kitchen counter and fold your arms over your chest.

"I mean it."

"Mm."

Blade offers a noncommittal hum, likely hoping that'll soothe your growing irritation. Instead, it stokes the spark into an ember, further emboldening you. Whipping out your phone, you search for the IPC's tip hotline. Triumphant, you beckon him over and shove the screen in his face. All he does is furrow his eyebrows, like when you show him a meme he doesn't understand.

"Do what you will," he says. "I'll dispose of anything they send."

"... Are we talking permanent disposal, or a temporary knockout?"

"Unless they share in my curse, death is notoriously permanent."

"Huh," you turn your phone off. "I don't need that on my conscience."

Blade nods and resumes his earlier task. The instant you entered your apartment, you found your bags being expropriated, as he refused to let you engage in any manual labor. You've been sidelined by an intergalactic criminal hellbent on performing your chores.

He grabs an item you purchased for the first time and glances around, deliberating.

With a sigh, you point at your pantry. "Nonperishable."

Tired of watching him walk around like he owns the place, you hop off your seat and get your cutting boards out. "How long am I stuck with you?"

Blade ignores your pointed language and responds, "Until Destiny's Slave requires me."

"And when will that be?"

"I'm unsure."

"Well, I've got plans this weekend," you roll up your sleeves and turn the faucet on. "So don't expect my undivided attention."

You can feel the intensity of his stare. "Ruin game night and I'll hate you forever."

After a beat, he murmurs something in his native tongue that you don't recognize, but doesn't protest further.

... For now.

[yandere-romanticaa]

An idea I really like is Blade watching you fall head over heels for Jing Yuan while he's just seething in the background.

He's aware that he can't give you the life Jing Yuan can. He is aware that he is death incarnate, that everything he touches will just wither away. He is aware that he's no better than his new name, that he was created in this new life to shatter, to decimate.

But damn it all if that doesn't make him want you even more.

He's selfish. He wants to take you and hide you somewhere no one could ever see you. Blade daydreams of slashing Jing Yuan to ribbons, to crush his skull so hard that his snow white hair is stained scarlet.

But he knew that if anything happened to Jing Yuan, you would never smile ever again.

And not seeing that radiant smile was the worst possible punishment for him.

Therefore, he broods. He stalks you from the shadows, clings onto whatever he possibly can. As long as there isn't any actual development between you and Jing Yuan, things are stable.

However, who knows what would happen if Jing Yuan started to reciprocate your feelings.